#this was pretty random huh… but it just came to mind because we joked about samples over the past 2 days and stuff~~~~~

[deus-ex-mona]

no thoughts; just that singular braincell rattling back and forth yk~~

[zoesmp4]

GLITCH “we were supposed to be just friends.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: a little bit of angst but mostly fluff, has mentions of death, lowercase intended!!

a/n: kinda based on glitch by taylor swift. repost of first fic bc im suupppeerr busy rn and idk if ill get anything out for a bit!!

it was never supposed to end up like this. oh no, not even remotely close. when you first arrived to alexandria, with your jagged cuts and discolored bruises scattered across your body, majority of your hope was lost. all of the important people in your life seemed to just fade away, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you would spend your days sat beneath a tree, idling away the hours reading your beloved comics. you enjoyed the isolation, it provided you with a slight sense of comfort. that was the case until one particular day. you made your way over to your special spot, freezing in your tracks when you saw him. carl grimes.

he was sitting with his back against your tree. you never really talked to the boy, only spoken to each other once, which was when you first arrived. he was friendly and seemed like a nice kid, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to anyone. the fear of getting attached and losing them in the end made you shudder every time you thought of it.

you quietly sat down next to him, not uttering a single word. he looked up from his own comic, shooting you a smile along with a “hey.”

it became a daily occurrence, sitting down next to whoever came first. you two started to talk more, bonding over your love for comics and random things you had in common. you started to open up, a stark contrast to how you normally behaved, and over time a meaningful attachment to each other blossomed.

carl knew and noticed everything about you, from your favorite color down to how your nose lightly scrunched when you felt the slightest bit of discomfort. he brought out a side of you that you thought was gone long ago. he’d changed you for the better, and you were extremely grateful.

at some point however, you started to feel a certain way around carl. you tried to push it away, told yourself you were just being silly. but you knew deep down how you really felt. you had feelings for the pretty boy. hell, you were practically in love.

you told yourself he would never reciprocate the feelings, and tried to forget about it, but it was oh so hard when his arm would brush over yours while walking, when he looked at you with his eyes that resembled the blue flames of a restless fire.

“oh come on! it was one time.” you say, giggling at carl’s joke while walking alongside him. “sure, we’re just gonna forget about all the other times you fell on your face because you don’t look where you’re going.” he says playfully, nudging your shoulder while smiling.

you felt your heart skip a beat, and tried to hide your flustered state. there was a short silence between you two before carl’s footsteps came to a stop. you look at him, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“what’s up?” “i- there’s something i haven’t told you.” he says, lowering the volume of his voice. “which is..?” you say, slightly fidgeting with your hands in anxiety, thinking of all the possibilities of what could come out of his mouth.

could it be he wanted to stop hanging out? he wanted space? surely you did something to upset him. negative thoughts ran through your mind, you spacing out in the process. “i like you.” he blurts out, instantly breaking your trance. “huh?” “i said i like you. i really like you.”

it felt as if you couldn’t breathe, the words not coming out of your mouth. you were simply taken aback. carl grimes likes you? he must be joking. “i- is this a joke? it must be. you’re really funny carl, seriously best joke of the ye-”

he cuts you off by smashing his soft lips against your mildly chapped ones. he cups your face with his cold hands, the feeling of his lips upon yours felt like a dream. it didn’t feel real, as if it were a glitch.

your lips were locked on each others for what seemed like ages before you two had to pull away to take a breath. carl took your hand in his, rubbing circles onto your palm as you two made eye contact. “believe me now?” he says, smiling as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “hmm, not quite. think i need a round two.” “smart girl.” he says before leaning in once again.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Vasco x black fem chubby reader! You have a Stalker?!

Here we go again with another Vasco x black chubby reader story ladies and gentlemen I'm sorry if this getting kind of annoying but honestly the only thing on my mind is just this sweet boy so here we go!

⚠️Warning this story is long will contain stalking, attempted kidnapping and grooming/assault so if this story triggers you please do not read it!⚠️

When you enter the classroom in the morning while talking to Daniel you see a whole bunch of flowers on your desk at first you thought it was probably from Vasco who had help from the burn knuckles and Jace but you see a letter saying it was from your secret admirer and it kind of creeped you out because it had a picture of you walking down the street with Daniel but his face ripped off at first Zoe thought it was cute but than said it was creepy that somebody had taken a picture of you, you first tried to shrug it off threw away the flowers but you started getting worried when two girls came up to you at lunch with a letter saying it was from a random cute guy from the front entrance.

"Y/n it happened again?!" Zoe said with an annoyed look getting jealous but you just frowned looking down at the letter not opening it Jay gave you a concerned look even though he didn't talk much you could tell he was worried about you, sorry out of nowhere Zack took the letter out of your hand opening it reading the letter out loud.

"To my dearest Y/N I hope you like the flowers that I gave you this morning it took me a while to convince your teacher to put it on your desk for me I hope you like them from your secret admirer hope to PS you looked amazing in your school uniform." What the hell who writes this crap?!" That's when he turned to the two girls.

"Hey! Did you guys see his face when he gave you the letter?"

"Um he looked really handsome but he also like he was really older"

"Yeah! I don't think he really goes to the school but he was super sweet your so lucky Y/N!" The two girls said blushing but Zoe started yelling at them for taking things from strangers, Daniel put a hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n I think we should tell a teacher about this."

"Oh yeah pretty boy? And what can they do they don't do anything when theirs a fight the hell make you think they'll do anything about this?" Zack said rolling his eye's but he was also concerned for your well being and because you are helping him try to win Mira over. You just smile at them waving your hands.

"Oh come on guys this is obviously somebody playing prank on me! I mean flowers and love letters to me?"

They all just frown but didn't say anything more but you secretly agreed with them about the letters and flowers being kind of creepy. For the next 3 days you have been getting the same letters and flowers every time you come to school they're always laying on your desk or on your locker or somebody would come up to you saying that "the cute older guy sends his regards." now you were getting kind of scared you didn't even want to read the letters but you had one of your friends open them and there was always a picture of you from when you were at work, class or hanging out with your friends who had their faces scratched out!

"Y/N THIS IS OBVIOUSLY NOT A JOKE! THIS GUY IS STALKING YOU! YOU NEED TO TELL SOMEONE!!!" Mira yells out which caused everyone (Zoe, Jay, Daniel and Zack) to nod their head in agreement, I let out a deep sigh.

"Okay okay so what do you suggest I do?"

"You can stay at my house seeing as your parents are out of town!" Mira says but I quickly declined Zack would go crazy if anything happened to Mira so that's definitely out of the question.

"Y/n?" We all turned to see Vasco and Jace standing behind us.

"O-oh Vasco, Jace! What are you doing here?"

"Little Daniel told me that someone was bothering you I wanted to see if you were okay." I turned to glare at Daniel who looked at you with a nervous smile (yes you know his secret) he just had to tell Vasco about this huh!

"The hell is with all these letters and pictures???" Jace said looking through the letters on your lunch table you tried reassure him that it was nothing but Zack decided to tell them everything which caused Vasco to clutch his fist with a glare on his face.

"You have a Stalker?! Y/n why didn't you tell us?"

"Well to tell the truth I honestly just thought it was a prank that someone was pulling..."

"Whoever this guy he must really like you." Jace said frowning at the heart shaped pictures.

"Is it somebody from our school?" I shook my head no.

"What do you want to do Vasco?" Jace asked looking at his friend

"We'll keep an eye out for anyone that looks suspicious and walk Y/n from home, work and class everyday until this guy is caught." He turned his attention towards you putting both hands on your shoulder.

"I'll protect Y/n with my life that's what a hero does!" And here come the ginormous blush on your face making you turn into a tomato hiding your face in your hands causing Vasco to panic thinking he made you cry, how did you come to fall in love with this big dork!

True to his words Vasco had the Burn Knuckles watching your every move while He, Jace Daniel, Zack and Jay tired to find out who was stalking you, while the Burn Knuckles would walk you home from school, work or stand outside your house which they had no issues with seeing as you always gave them some snacks and food to eat you it honestly made you feel bad but you were also thankful that they would do this for you but you still couldn't wrap your head around all this, you had a stalker?! You would understand if it was Zoe or Mira not that you wish that upon them of course but who in hell would want stalk you?!

you still have the letters in your hands so you look through some of them one of the letters trying to see if there was any hints on who it could been. That's when you read one letter that caught your attention

"I still can't believe you still look as beautiful as you did back when living in the states! I can't wait to see you again wearing that cute yellow sun dress!"

"Huh? Sun dress? I don't even wear dresses?" You decided to read another letter.

"I can't believe I finally found you again! I knew when you got older you'd become so beautiful just as you did all those years ago! My sweet sweet Y/n! I can't wait to hold you in my arms again!"

You were starting to shiver in disgust. He said he's met you when you were in the states but that was when you were still a child? Before you could look at another letter you jumped as you heard your front door slam open you immediately got up from your seat getting in a fighting stance (Daniel taught you a bit of self defense moves) you were scared that it was your stalker but that when you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU HERE?!"

My door slam open and you see Vasco who was breathing hard he must have ran here cause poor guy was sweating bullets!

"V-vasco?! Are you okay?" He than ran at you pulling you into a tight hug he had to lean down a bit because he was taller than you so you had to stand on your tippy toes he was shaking while hugging you that when you saw Jace who also was out of breath.

"Y-y/n thank goodness your okay!"

Vasco let you go looking down at you with a worried look that's when you noticed the blood on his forehead and his arm did he get into another fight?!

"What the heck happened?!"

"We got attacked but some thugs same thing happened to Daniel Zack and Jay but luckily they weren't hurt."

"I got hit in the head with a metal pole..."

"And you ran all the way here?!"

"I wanted to see you if you were okay..." I felt tears roll up and hugged Vasco again that's when you heard your phone go off Jace grabbed it putting it on speaker phone it was Daniel.

"Y/n! Are you okay?!"

"Yeah I'm fine! I'm happy to see you'll all okay! Ah! Daniel I've found out some clues about the stalker!" Everyone looked shocked.

"Really?! Who is it?!

"When we find him we'll make him pay for hurting our leader!

"And our princess!"

"Now hold on I don't know who he is but in two letters he's mentioned that he's met me when I was back living in the states but that was back when I was still a kid and he talks about a yellow sundress all i could think about wearing dresses with back in the summertime."

"Huh it's childhood friend maybe?" Jace asks I shook my head.

"I doubt that and besides the girls at school said the guy looked older so he could be a senior."

That's when Zack spoke.

"Hey! Bunny got any pictures of when you were a kid??"

"Uh yeah?"

"If this creep met you when you were a kid he might be in one of the photos!"

"Wow Zack so you can be smart when you really want too huh?"

"The hell that's supposed to mean!" He yelled threw the phone.

"Okay We'll talk more when you guys get here and Vasco your still bleeding!" You say sitting him on your bed getting out your medkit He blushed at your hands on him trying not to look at your face, The three Burn Knuckle members looked at each other with a knowing look their leader was smitten with you I mean he did run like three miles too get to your house.

As you were wrapping up his injuries you couldn't help but scold the boy for putting himself in danger.

"Vasco you need to be more careful! These injuries could be infected!" He looks you with a blank face.

"I know I'm sorry to worry you Y/n but I..I was really worried about you."

"As sweet as that is you still need to be careful Vasco this stalker obviously serious if he's willing to pay thugs to attack my friends...I just don't want anyone to get hurt because my dumbass." That made him grab your hand stopping you.

"Your not dumb! Your really smart you always helped me with my work at school and never got upset with me about it, and your so nice and you always make me an extra lunch box for me when I forget mine Y/n your amazing!" He said that with a lot of determination on his face Vasco was blunt so you knew he was being honest but it made you blush this boy here was so innocent but he always knew how to make your heart beat fast also his face was so close that it looks like you'd kiss at any moment so you moved him back a bit from you giving him a smile.

"It look like the others arrived let's go see what up!" I ran out my room holding my warm cheeks while the Burn Knuckles leader sat on your bed watching you run out his face turning pink.

When the boys got here I went in my mom's room and found our family photo albums. We had like a lot my parents loved showing people my baby photos. Zach was laughing his ass off because he saw me when I was a baby and my dad had accidentally dropped me and my face was red as a tomato of course I throw my shoe at his face causing him to let out curses on others couldn't help but gush over how cute you used to look as a kid not that weren't cute now but baby you looked so adorable! (Vasco was especially happy for some odd reason)

"Hey I think I found it!" Jace yelled out I looked over his shoulder and it indeed was a picture of of tiny me back when I was seven year old my grandfather had hand picked this dress out for me and apparently it was really expensive I was favored a lot by my grandparents but what really caught my eye was the man in the photo that was standing close to my grandfather that's when I had got a sudden chills than I remembered. When I was visiting my grandparents there was always this boy he was older than me same age as my cousins who are now in their 20s to 30s, he name was Alex he was in high school always kept to himself I felt bad for him so I drew a picture for him and gave him a sunflower I was a nice and kind of naive kid he'd always come over to play video games with my cousins but would always watch me from afar, I remember when he would visit me in the middle of the night he'd brush my hair kissing my forehead saying that one day when I was older he'd marry me take me far away from my family so we could be happy together. Thankfully my cousin caught him before he could do anything else and was told to never come near me again soon after he and his family moved or so I was told but that was years ago! Why now?!

Vasco saw me tearing up asked me what was wrong so I told them, they looked pissed and disgusted with this information the girls (Had video called Mira and Zoe cause they found out about the boys getting attacked) looked about ready to cry.

"How can somebody do that to a child?! That's disgusting!" Mira yelled out Zack was just as mad he saw you as a sister and hearing about some sick bastard attempting to harm you just did not sit well with him.

"But why now? It's been years there's no way he could be still obsessed with you after all this time?!" Daniel says hands shaking that's when Jace spoke up.

"Predators just don't up and forget their victims Daniel we need to contact police."

"But wouldn't he just expect that if we call the police then he'd be long gone." Mira says frowning.

"Shit your right Mira. We sat in silence but an idea popped up in my head and I clapped my hands getting their attention.

"Okay guys and gals. I have an idea but your not gonna like it." They all stared at me, Vasco held my hand in a tight grip.

"We'll protect you Y/n!" I smiled telling them the plan.

I was at the park wearing a yellow sundress sitting on a park bench Zoe said the pictures that he took of me always look like they were from a distance of course but in some of the photos you could see the outline of a monkey's bar so that means he was taking pictures of me while he was at the park the sick bastard.

was a really bad idea being here by yourself really isn't the best but you really don't have a choice that's when I heard footsteps behind me I thought it was probably Vasco trying to change my mind but then I saw it was a man wearing a black suit wear sunglasses his hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he was holding sunflowers...

"So I right you would come here, Alex?"

Once I said his name he removed his sunglasses and it indeed was Alex the boy who I met during the summer with my family his eyes were red and puffy like he's been crying and he had a smile on his face it's indeed was the same boy but now older and still had that same scar that cousin had gave him on his lip.

"Y/n my love you remembered me... I thought you had forgotten me my love."

When he step closer I took a step back making him freeze

"I'm sorry if I frightened you, it's just been a long time since I've seen you. You've grown up so much you're just as beautiful as the day I met you." He says looking you up and down. "Your even wearing the same sundress you did all this for me?" He blushed I winced but gave a nervous smile.

"Y-yes I saw how much you liked the sundress in the letters so I thought I'd wear one similar to it."

"Your so sweet Y/n! So so so sweet!" He had a crazed look in his eyes it made you sick.

"Alex if you don't mind me asking. What are you doing here in Korea?" He frowned at your question.

"I came to see you of course why else would I be here?"

"Alex it's been years I haven't seen you since I was seven years old." I say frowning.

"Exactly now that you're older we can fulfill our future run away together away from everyone who'd try to stop us! We can be happy isn't that what you want?!"

He tighten his grip on the flowers and his eyes were turning even more red like he was going to cry he was honestly scaring you it was just a two of us so even if you screamed I doubt anyone could even hear you. You take a deep breath looking him in the eye.

"Alex I'm flattered that you feel that way but I'm not sure if I'm ready for a committed relationship right now I still have school and I'm try to focus on that right now I hope you understand." I said sweetly he just smiled.

"You haven't changed you're still a sweet and kind girl I met all those years ago but I've seen how many men you've been around I'm honestly disappointed in you my Y/n..."

Huh? What is he on about?

"You know how much it makes me sick to see all those disgusting boys around you hugging you, holding your hand, walking you home from school and work! I didn't think you were that kind of girl!" You starred at him confused and slightly scared I mean yeah you gave your friends hugs and held their hands but not in that way!!!

"But that's okay! Once we're gone from this place you won't have to worry about those dirty boys anymore you can just focus all your attention on me from now on!"

yep he's fucking insane he's crazy this man has lost his mind! There was no talking to no sense into him! You immediately got into a fighting stance.

"Alex I don't want to hurt you but-" before you could get to finish your sentence you saw him pull out something from his back pocket your eyes went wide when you realize that it was a knife.

"A-Alex what are you doing?!"

"You don't want me...you don't want me...you don't want me... I don't understand... I love you I love you I worship you why don't you love me Y/n???? Huh? I'm the only one who will love you! Your body will be mine I've watched you for years and I know you've never had a boyfriend I know that you've been bullied because of your size and because you have a quarter of Korean blood running through your vein nobody would want someone like you but that's okay I want you! I love you ! so please don't make me hurt you just come quietly and we can work everything out!"

I felt sweat on my forehead and I was shaking. "A-alex you don't have to do this police are already on their way please stop this!" He didn't listen but ran towards me full speed.

"IF I CANT HAVE YOU THAN I'LL KILL YOU THAN MYSELF THAN WE'LL FINALLY BE TOGETHER!!!"

I was so scared I honestly couldn't move before I knew it he got was so close I could feel the knife near my nwck I shut my eyes waiting for something to happen but didn't feel any pain slowly opening my eyes you saw a back in front of me blocking you view of Alex it was Vasco.

"V-vasco?" How'd he get to you so fast??

"You bastard! What the hell are you doing here?!" Alex tried to get his hand out of Vasco grip but yelled out in pain as his hold got tighter.

"Let me go you fucking dirty bastard! You can't keep us apart I love her! Do you hear me? I love her!!!!"

Vasco didn't say anything but he was angry the plan was to try and stall Alex until the police showed up but they still weren't here yet and the minute he pulled out the knife it was to late Vasco ran out the bushes, he was angry and the tears in your eyes didn't make it any better.

"Is this love? Because if you really loved Y/n like you say you do...you wouldn't have made her cry."

Alex looked up at the tall muscler teenager in fear as he felt he wrist break.

"Bad guy's like you who make a pretty and nice person like Y/n cry doesn't deserve to say you love her!"

Vasco than punched Alex in his face that he flew into a tree his teeth were knocked out he was out cold. Vasco turned to you checking to see if the man had hurt you.

"Y/n? Are you hur-" before he could finish he froze as he felt arms around his waist you were shaking and your tears staind his shirt not like he really cared but all that mattered was that you were safe.

"Vasco...I was so scared! I wanted to fight but when I saw the knife I just froze!" You cried into his chest he said nothing but wrap his arms around your small form trying to comfort you they could hear their friends and police sirens coming but they tuned them out it was over now.

Later Alex was arrested for attempted kidnapping and murder you weren't going to spare anyone to glory details of what the police told your parents over the phone but he's been planning this for years had rope and other disgusting shit in his car he was going to use on you, your mother was crying over the phone when you spoke to her and your father thanked your friends for saving you they were rushing to return home you told them you'd just stay at Mira's house till they returned. Vasco was sitting next to you in the ambulance who gave you okay that you didn't have any injuries on you.

"Thanks for everything guy's I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here."

"We didn't do much honestly Vasco's the real hero here!" Daniel said smiling at his friend, who just sat quietly next to you holding your hand tightly you smiled cheeks dusted pink laying your head in his shoulder

"Vasco..."

"Hmm?"

you gave him a kiss on the cheek making him freeze up face turning bright red. Jace gave his friend a smile while the other Burn Knuckles sat in the back crying tear of joy for their leader along with Zoe and Mira who were suckers for romantic shit, Zack rolled his eyes kind of jealous that a guy like Vasco could get a kiss before he could, Jay and Daniel smiled today has been crazy but they were happy for the two.

Wow that was long asf like I am so sorry this story was so long it was meant to be short but I got so invested into it I didn't realize how much I had written it kind of some I don't like it but it is what it is I hope you guys took an interest in it it's more to come on the way! Don't forget to like and leave a comment lookism fans!

[volpe-kitsune-red]

Our first time meeting...again <3

A short fic of my yandere OC, Nova!

gn!reader

tw. stalking, general yandere behaviour

Your shift was almost over. The smell of coffee and warm croissants that filled the cafe would have been comforting to anyone, but after 8 hours of running around and listening to your coworker complain about her husband who once again, forgot to pick up their son at school, it long lost it's effects on you.

The relief of the tiring part of the day being over was quickly washed away by the rain that started pouring down a minute into your walk back home. You started sprinting, mumbling curses to yourself. Your apartment wasn't extremely far, it usually took you no more than 20 minutes to reach it, and at this pace, you could cut that time by half...but it wouldn't save you from getting your clothes completely drenched in dirty rainwater by the time you entered the building.

As the intensity of the rain only seemed to rise, you decided to take refuge under the first bus stop you found on your path. You would wait there until the rain quieted down a bit or stopped altogether, being home as soon as possible wasn't worth the hustle and embarrassment of running down your city's streets.

"Hi there! You seem troubled, do you perhaps need some help?" A masculine voice right next to your ear startled you, you quickly turned around, accidentally butting heads with the stranger who didn't seem as fazed by it as you. "Ow!" You yelped, as you instinctively put a hand to your forehead. For a moment you were surprised to see a tall black man next to you, not the natural human type of black, but something more akin to the night sky, his ears were unnaturally long, and...why did he lack any white in his eyes?! But then you blinked and all those uncanny features disappeared, in front of you was a man with tan skin, dyed purple hair, and nothing wrong with his eyes, you could even say they were of a surprisingly pretty blue color.

"You could take a picture if you want." The man's suggestion took you back to reality. "Huh? What? Why would I want that?" The man looked at you with an adoring gaze and a cheeky smile before chuckling. "Sorry, it's just that you were staring at me so intently, I figured it would help with your analysis. Am I a 10 or do I need improvement?" His bold statement took you by surprise, causing you to blush a bit in embarrassment. "No no, sorry. I didn't mean to, I was just-" You didn't have any valid excuses, and even if you did, you wouldn't have been able to use them as the man cut you off in the middle of your sentence. "It's fine, it's fine! I was just joking...and I really don't mind. I actually came up to you to ask if you needed help to get back to the apartment since you don't have an umbrella." If you were just a bit more naive or reckless, you would have thought this guy was such an angel for wanting to help a random stranger in need out of the goodness of his heart, but your parents' lessons and personal experiences on 'stranger danger' were ingrained in your head. What did this guy really want, and how did he know you were going home and not waiting for the bus or something, that's what a normal person would think if they saw you sitting there.

"No thank you, it's alright. I'm actually waiting for the bus, my apartment is way too far to reach on foot." You don't need a possible burglar to know where you live. He stared at you with a raised eyebrow but then a realization must have hit him. "Oh, you must not recognize me, I actually live a floor below you. We crossed each other on the stairs last week...and yesterday." No matter how much you think about it, you can't recall ever seeing him which is weird, a guy like him is difficult not to notice. Then you remembered something: one of your neighbors had recently moved out, so he must be the new resident. Your ex-neighbor didn't even say goodbye to anyone and just left one night, which was weird because they had even invited you out to a party once, doesn't mean you were friends but at least close enough to expect some kind of departure notice. "If that's true, then can you tell me the building's address?" "Of course, it's ####### #####" And that was good enough to convince you.

You two took your time walking back together, making small talk and getting to know each other, even exchanging phone numbers. "This way you can just call me next time you end up stranded somewhere!" Said Nova, that was his name. He was such a nice guy, you thought, you almost felt bad for initially identifying him as a creep.

You wouldn't be worrying as much about the rudeness of your initial prejudice towards him if you knew the true reason behind your neighbor's sudden disappearance. If you knew it wasn't a coincidence that you found each other on that street at such a convenient time.

Maybe if you had rejected him ever since your first meeting it would have saved you from what was to come...just maybe. But I wouldn't be so hopeful if I were you.

[knoxvilleforever]

Johnny Knoxville with an Insecure S/O Headcanons

request: Hi! Your writing is superb!! Can I please request headcanons of how Johnny Knoxville would react to his partner being insecure? Thanks!! 🖤🖤🖤

it’s already a given that johnny worships the ground you walk on

and at first he doesn’t understand how you could ever feel insecure

because to him you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen

whatever your insecurities may be johnny takes it upon himself to be your constant reminder of how wonderful you are

he’ll use various means to comfort you

if you’re in a public situation and he notices you starting to doubt yourself he’ll grab your hand

either holding it loosely in his or linking your fingers together

he likes to use it as a distraction technique from whatever you’re thinking about

the most touching is if he rubs his thumb over yours when he holds your hand

a little reminder of having him with you helps to pull you out of those negative thoughts

if it’s not so simple as that

he’ll confide in you his own insecurities

let’s be real we all have them

but hearing him voice them to you makes you want to dispute them all

‘i don’t know how you could ever think that about yourself.’

‘i could say the same to you, honey.’

he hates to see you upset

so after talking it out his default is to make you laugh

and he’ll do that with either corny jokes

or he’ll think of anything that happened that day which would make you smile

‘you shoulda seen it sweetheart. he fell for the soup!’

you make him promise next time they use the hi five you have to be on set to see it

he’s good at rambling if all you want to do is listen

he’ll talk about anything and everything in between

he likes to tell you about new stunt ideas and how he came up with them

or to take your mind off what you’re thinking he’ll ask for your opinion

and he absolutely gives you the credit if the stunt makes it into one of the movies

if he ever notices you feeling insecure about your body

especially in front of him

get ready to drown in compliments

leaves a trail of kisses down your body whilst he tells you how much he loves each part of you

‘i feel like i could kiss you forever and never get tired of it.’

gives you extra love in places he feels like you need it on that particular day

‘if you can’t be nice to yourself today sweetheart i’m gonna do the work for the both of us.’

if sometimes all you need is for him to hold you then he’ll do exactly that

your head tucked into his neck and his arms engulfing you

the feeling of his body against yours means you don’t need any words to be said

he’s your biggest hype man

one time you walked out in a new dress and he just groaned

needless to say you were late for your dinner reservations that night

‘oh baby you look so good.’

blames you for distracting him if he’s meant to be filming

‘johnny you’re meant to be looking at the camera when you say that.’

‘huh? y/n’s over there.’

‘…unbelievable.’

‘what? yeah, she really is.’

does the most random things to cheer you up

if you’ve had a rough day and all you need is your bed, he’ll play an old song and get you to dance with him

‘dance with me?’ with a hand outstretched to you as an invitation

‘in the kitchen?’

‘why not?’

you haven’t even moved yet and there’s already a huge smile across your face

he’s pretty uncoordinated but you don’t care about that when he’s spinning you around

and then he’ll slow it down and slide his hands to your waist and yours lock behind his neck

‘sometimes it feels like i made you up.’ you whisper as your head lays on his chest

you can hear his heart speed up when you say it

‘oh i’m real, honey. and i’ll love you all of my life, i’m sure of it.’

[palialaina]

I honestly don't know who I need to smack with a pillow more; Uncle B for telling Reth the joke, or Reth for telling me the joke.

Reth decided I was doing good enough at cooking to try making berry pie. Huzzah! Except. Yanno. The only name I can remember for myself is Berry.

Maybe I should make them both a pie (whenever Uncle B finally admits he has blueberry seeds for me. I know he does!) and then smush it in their faces!

Ugh.

Now I'm the one being petty.

So, I had to tell Jel that Tish's request meant I wouldn't be able to see him every day. He looked very depressed about it, but said he'd try not to mope around that much. He also asked if I thought Tish was being petty, and I just kind of shrugged.

I mean, it's kind of comforting if she is. She's so... she's always happy, in a way that I guess could be natural, but also feels kind of creepy. So if this is her being petty because Jel and I are feeling out a romantic relationship, it makes her seem more... Well, human, I guess? Or at least more like a real person who feels more than just bright and sunny all the time.

Anyways, I promised Jel that I didn't mind, and honestly, I don't. I mean, I mind not getting to see him every day, obviously, but I don't mind helping Tish. Though I think she's got more faith in my ability to improvise than I do, that's for sure.

This trip out to Bahari was weird but... fruitful too. I found way more Palium than I thought I would (ironically I was hunting iron) and a few things that made me either curious or smile. Like, that little bluff there, it looks like a face!

I also want to know what this says, as well as what it's for. It looks like a shrine, like one in the Remembrance Garden, but whose?

This was in the cave with the two geysers, above where the weird shrine thing is. I don't know what it's doing there, but it was an interesting find, that's for sure.

I did end up hunting for some books for Caleri too. That was... eventful. But it also led me to something else, some sort of artifact that I think is supposed to be for Jina, but I can't figure it out. I'll hold onto it for a bit... maybe it's water damaged and useless, but maybe it'll fix itself if I keep it dry and safe.

Oh, and Lark sent me another letter!

Heya hey, Thanks for the steak dinner the other day (and for teaching me how to make it). And good news! I have an oven now! And I even didn't burn too many things, go me.

I was reading in the library the other day about ancient shape-shifting trickster spirits that like to play pranks on people. And y'know, something weird has been happening lately. I've been seeing this abandoned glider around in random places. Sometimes it's just sitting in weird spots. Sometimes it's… kind of floating. In the air, without moving. I think I might be being followed around by a tanuki?

[a few ink splotches and crossed out words] You know…. I'm not sure why I said that just now. The thought just kind of came to me in the moment. Pretty weird to know what a tanuki is when I don't even know what my name used to be, huh? Feels a little unsettling. …Does this kind of stuff happen to you too?

In lighter news, today Elouisa asked me what my favorite cryptid was, to which I replied "me!" (I'm technically not wrong, yeah?), leaving her quite baffled to my great satisfaction, and after a moment she conceded my point. Heh.

By the way, Jel's been acting… weird. In a good way, but he's like weirdly chipper. Then while we were chatting I mentioned something about you and he turned bright red (or, well, purple). What'd you do to him? (I'm kidding. It's not really my business either. …buuut I am really curious though). Okay, letter's getting long now so I'll leave it here for today.

Eyeing my glider suspiciously and hoping it's not a raccoon dog, -Ya pal Lark

There's a lot to tell them in person, honestly. But it's... it's really comforting to know that I'm not the only one who does weird memory things. Like. I know what a tankui is (I've actually seen the weird floating glider myself...), but I don't know how I know it. And I know Berry isn't actually my name, but it makes me happy when people call me that, so that's my name now, and...

I've tried asking at the phoenix shrine, and also the dragon shrine, but all they do is make me feel like I have more energy. I really don't think this religious stuff is for me, but it's harder to ignore if it's... well, if it's really real?

Mn. I don't know how to describe it...

I think I'm just going in circles now, so I'll call it here, go fall into bed, and then bug Jel first thing tomorrow!

....after I take care of my crops.

Oh! And make my kitchen/dining area!

Poor Jel! But hopefully he'll understand and be happy to see me anyways, even if I am late.

[wetheoriginals]

I'm just curious and please post if you can cause I'm curious and I feel like other sane Army's would want to know. I don't know why it's on my mind, but who all have BTS dated or are with? If you don't know that fine, but everytime I try to look it up it gets social media "buried" and I can't tell if they (army) are doing that to protect them or because they are in denial of grown humans dating.

uh huh even though it technically is to protect the members, army mostly gatekeep because they’re delulu and in denial of them being grown ass men. i’ll try to list everything i’ve heard but pls take it with a grain of salt

yoongi: suran is the most notable one, there’s plenty of stuff out there like a pic of her holding yoongi’s dog and wearing his clothes. iu is more dodgy but i’ll still mention it because she wore the same clothes as him a couple of times around the months before and after eight came out. and it’s not like they were notable designer items they were just random sweaters. but whatever it was they obviously decided to just be friends since they collabed again and she has a bf now. oh yeah and there’s also pics of him with a big tittie baddie from the debut days and i love it lmaoo.

jimin: he was with some member of gfriend during the early days i forget her name i’ll edit this if i remember. more recently last year there was rumors of him and an actress named song da-eun after she sat behind him at a soccer game. fans started digging and there ended up being other instances of them going to the same places. but her agency denied the rumors after they gained a lot of traction and that’s where that ended.

jungkook: the tattoo artist named m1joo he got caught hugging really was his girlfriend and not just a friend like the damage control statement claimed. pretty unfortunate sitch but other than that he was spotted last year with a mystery girl on several occasions such as in qatar, jeju island, and a bbq spot in seoul. no one has been able to id her but a lot of people think it’s lee yubi an actress he’s had rumors with for a while.

hobi: only one i know of is irene kim, she’s an influencer and i love her instagram acc. i actually followed her before even getting into bts. but armytwt makes jokes and are convinced he’s just her gay best friend. idk if you ask me someone of the opposite sex who is just a friend doesn’t travel across the world for you twice (ptd in vegas shows and lollapalooza). besides that they attended several of the same events last year including an art gallery event with namjoon. for me it’s a bit naive to think she’s just a friend unless he really is fruity which is a whole other discussion i won’t participate in.

taehyung: maybe like a year or so ago there was major rumors of him with an heiress named joana chun after they got photographed at an art gallery and it made him so pissed he got on weverse and denied it himself. funny enough guess who is one of joana’s closest friends? none other than my homegirl jennie. so we now know why the rumors made him so angry because people had the wrong girl! lol.

-namjoon: zero clue, although he and soyoon have hung out a lot recently and army are actually shipping them i don’t buy it. he seems super rational i don’t think he would enter a relationship just as he’s about to enlist. besides her he seems to exclusively enjoy the company of non-celebrities when it comes to friendships so i assume all his exes are the private citizens too.

-jin: zero clue, all i know is that he comes from an insanely wealthy family so celeb women probably don’t interest him either. but the members did say his house resembles that of newlyweds so do with that whatever you want, lol.

[fool-who-dreams]

can the universe make a mistake?

Part 3: Finale!

Spiderboy and Mirage have a little talk concerning soulmates...can the universe make a mistake?

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After your discussion with Peter, you couldn't bring yourself to go at MJ's, so you called off your plans hoping she'd understand.

Instead you got home and held everything in before you reached your room, where you allowed yourself to silently cry your eyes out.

You cursed under your breath when you opened your eyes and noticed that you had fallen asleep, and Spider-Boy was probably waiting for you already. You really didn't feel like going, but you had to.

"Hey, where have you been?"

"Sorry Spider-Boy. I'm here now." You sat next to him as every other night, waiting for a sudden emergency to interrupt your conversation.

"For the last time. It's Spider-Man!" 

"Whatever you say." You chuckled a little, for a second the thought of Peter leaving your mind. As his name crossed your mind again, so did the whole lot of concerns and guilt that he came with.

"What do you think about soulmates?" He suddenly asked, zoning you back and out of your thoughts.

"What?" You reply, taken aback by the random question.

Maybe he knew. Maybe this was the moment everyone talked about where the unbreakable connection between you and your soulmate would take place, leading the both of you into a whole new chapter of your life. Is it normal how it doesn't feel...right?

"Do you already have yours?" He asked, his tone seemed a little melancholic. Defeated, almost.

"I do." You smiled, mentally preparing to freeze this moment in your mind forever. "Do you?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure she hates me, though." He confessed sadly.

Wait, what? You didn't hate him. You didn't hate him at all! What could you possibly have ever done to make him feel that way?

"I-I'm sure she doesn't." You reassured him, softly caressing his back to let him know that you were there for him (and that you didn't, in fact, hate him). "Why would you say that?"

"I know we shouldn't talk about out private lives and stuff but her and I- we argued big time a while ago. Long story short, we're not on speaking terms anymore and it's awful because I kind of have a gut feeling that she prefers it this way." He explained, holding back a sob while his head fell on your shoulder.

You tried to comfort him the best you could by caressing every inch on his suited back and arms, but you couldn't wrap your head around his words.

He is your soulmate. 

You're not his soulmate.

"Can the universe make mistakes?" He asked, sighing for the nth time.

"I believe it can." You answered before immersing yourself in your thoughts again, feeling as if you just wanted to drawn in them. "It must be it."

"What about you?"

"Huh?" You shook your head, turning your attention back to the superhero.

"How are things with your soulmate? What's it like to actually have someone who fits perfectly?"

"I don't know, he doesn't seem to be too thrilled about being my soulmate."

"Crap, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He said out of guilt for having brought up the topic. Maybe out of pity, too.

"It's alright. Maybe mistakes from the universe are more common than we think."

"If we're still fighting our way into our soulmate's hearts by the time we're 40, we'll be each other's soulmate. How about that?" He chuckled, making you giggle sadly.

You were just going to wait for the time you were 40 to get with your soulmate. At least you now had a general picture of what your life was going to be like (not that you liked it).

"And you think that we'll still be fighting like this by the time we're 40?" You joked. "Besides, it's impossibile. Not with you, at least. Is she smart? Your soulmate, I mean."

"Oh, the most intelligent person I have ever met."

"Then she will come around. If she really is as clever as you claim, this girl would never have hurt some one like you in the first place."

"Someone like me?"

"Yes. I mean someone so smart and kind, so selfless, funny, caring, and I could go on for days. You should really try to move on. You don't deserve to suffer just because of a mistake that the universe made." You told him, knowing far too well that the same applied to you.

After those words left your mouth, you started hoping that you hadn't done such thing as falling already without acknowledging it. Especially because now that you had discovered the universe's mistake you wouldn't be able to recover from another heartbreak anytime soon. But mainly because you hoped that Peter's was a mistake, too and that his soulmate wasn't Liz, but yourself.

"You know, I bet you're really beautiful under that mask." The boy said, reaching the end of his and lifting it up right under his nose, just slightly above his lips.

You didn't dare to move a muscle. You were confused. Yet, the blush on your face caused by his words made your smile grow as you moved your mask just enough for your mouth to be in sight.

He slowly leaned in, as you did too. It didn't take long before your lips touched and started moving in synch, completing the perfect puzzle that was 'us'.

After a few seconds since the fireworks had erupted in your stomach, the kiss came to a sudden end, for your conscience took the lead of your actions and caused you to lean back.

"I can't do this." You mumbled while the same warm tears as the ones that Peter's words caused this afternoon started to resurface, blurring your vision.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Why do I feel so guilty for kissing you?" You asked as a wave of anger and frustration overcame you.

"Because you have a soulmate, and-" He tried to reason as he rolled his mask back down.

"Yes, I do." You cut him off. "Only, it's you!"

His robotic eyes went wider than you had ever seen them. Every motion in his body or suit stopped, you couldn't even be sure he was still breathing.

"And, no offense, but I hate it. I hate it because you've been in my life for two weeks and now I'm supposed to give up the person whom I've been in love with for years for this? Absolutely not." You shook your head frenetically before getting up and starting to pace back and forth.

"I've been avoiding him for the past two weeks, two weeks, hoping that I could get over him and finally fall for someone who would actually like me back, and now I'm being told that the universe has made a mistake? That's so unfair! I should be with him because I love him, and I'm tired of risking to ruin our friendship every time he smiles at me. I- I don't deserve this. You don't deserve this. But most of all, Pete doesn't deserve this." You released a breath you didn't even notice you were holding. "And I'm tired of-"

"Oh no." He mumbled, interrupting you rattling. His arm shot up and pointed at something right behind you.

"Seriously? Now?" You ask ironically while you watch Spiderman shoot up, ready to swing towards the group of armed men who seemed ready to break into the nearby bank.

"We're not done talking." You clarified before the both of you reached for the criminals.

Punches and fists, clones and webs were enough for the two of you to keep the neighborhood safe for another night.

The moment all the criminals were lying on the floor, webbed up and ready for the arrival of the police, you turned around to reveal your secret to Spiderman but he looked taken aback by the sudden noise of the sirens.

"We've gotta go." He hurried, knowing that policemen and superheroes never really had the best relationship.

"I'll meet you at the usual spot." You proposed, but stopped in the tracks when you noticed a police helicopter landing on your roof. 

You cursed underneath your breath before looking at Spiderman, who yelled "Let's just go!" You watched him run off before you did, too.

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You sneaked back into your bedroom, taking off your suit and quickly changing into your most comfortable pajamas. You craved comfort right now.

You had just made a fool of yourself in front of Peter, aka the most important person in your life, and your soulmate, literally a superhero.

Great.

More tears stared running down your face and your intense sobs were muffled into your pillow.

You couldn't believe it. Why did the universe have to make a mistake? And why did it have to be you?

Was the right answer dangerous confident Spiderman or sweet awkward Peter? What if it wasn't either?

Your train of thoughts got interrupted by a light tap on the window, which got more intense when you didn't turn around to check it. Spiderman was standing on your windowsill, wanting to talk to you and signaling for you to open the window which you did with no hesitation.

You couldn't deny your confusion and surprise at the sight of the hero, but you had to pretend as if you hadn't been with him every day for two weeks straight. But mainly, you had to play it cool, as if you hadn't just kissed him. 

"Spiderman?" Your exaggeratedly starstruck tone gave away the lie, it probably was a little too obvious. "What are you-"

Your question was soon interrupted by the boy's lips on yours, leaving you yet once again confused, and angry.

"What the-" You leaned back, allowing him the space to jump into the room and close the window behind him. "Have you heard a single word of what I have said earlier?" Your eyes widened at the realization of your own words. He probably had figured out who you were already, but it couldn't be a good idea to confirm his suspicions. "Ehm, I mean-"

"The universe doesn't make mistakes, y/n." The superhero cut you off after getting closer to you again and gently placing his hand on your cheek. "But it does like to play around with us, sometimes."

He was the last person you wanted around in that moment, yet you couldn't help but melt under his touch.

"How do you-"

He didn't waste a second to press the spider in the centre of his suit, causing the costume to become all oversized and baggy. He held his suit up with one hand, allowing him to take out of it his right arm only and show you the small sentence right above his elbow.

It said:

I'm so sorry, I thought it was my locker!

"You?" You mumbled softly, letting go of his arm. The moment you lifted your head up, your eyes met his for what seemed to be the first time.

His hazelnut curls fell perfectly on his forehead. His beautiful eyes had gained back that sparkle that you hadn't seen in a long time. You heart was panting, feeling like it could run out of your chest any time.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done any of that, I-" You tried to speak, not being able to get out any more words.

"Hey, it's alright." He reassured you, fixing his suit back to its original fit.

You continued. "I've had the tattoo for a long time now, I should've-"

"Wait, how long?"

"Two weeks." Your answer made him burst into laughter, which caused you eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

His arms held you close to him as you were able to rest your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head. "I've had it since the first time we met. And I've loved you ever since." He confessed, still not daring to let go. "I just never had the guts to tell you, but I did everything I could to keep you in my life. I even tried to ask you to Homecoming, but you set me up with Liz and then said yes to that dude." A hint of poison and resentment dripping from his words.

"You were jealous?" You chuckled lightly, almost flattered at the thought.

"You were supposed to be with me. And I knew you'd have been one day. I was just upset with myself at the thought of letting my lack of guts get in the way. I didn't want you to get hurt after falling for someone you wouldn't end up with."

"Cocky much?" You giggled. "I'm sorry I blew you off."

"I'm glad you did, actually." He admitted, kissing the top of your head again.

"What?"

"I was going to tell you that you were my soulmate and all of that stuff. I don't think I could have handled you telling me I wasn't yours. I fell too hard, you know."

"All this time..." you mumble while chuckling in disbelief. You leaned a little longer into the hug that seemed to last forever and you didn't want to stop.

He looked down at you before lifting your chin up with his hand and leaning in for another kiss.

"I won the bet, by the way." He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours.

"What bet?" You whisper back, not being able to wipe off the smile on your face.

"The one about how you beautiful you must've been underneath that mask."

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WOW this has been a journey :) a journey I hope you enjoyed <3 love you all so much!!

[cholay-bhature]

#23 Pepsi & Pizza

‘Is that a graveyard?’ asks the girl.

It was indeed a graveyard directly in view from the balcony of the girl’s room. It is not exactly the girl’s room. It was her cousin's room. She was here to prepare for the university exam. Her village lacks resources like electricity, internet, and good teachers – so her father sent her to his brother’s house.

Here, she could get a better education. If selected, she could take a hostel or become PG somewhere. The girl has not taught that much yet. She just came here.

She will be staying with her cousin – who is exactly her age. They both were good friends. But this was the first time she visited her house – and she was surprised to see a graveyard too close to the home. She was not afraid, just shocked. In her village, graveyards were out of the village boundary.

‘Yes,’ cousin replied, ‘I will take you there if you like. I know the maintainer there.’ 

Girl laughed. She thought it was a joke. Or sarcasm. 

‘So what course are you try to take?’ cousins asked.

‘BA,Bsc, tbh any course will do.’

‘You don't have a choice.’

‘My choice is to study. To study what, it does not matter.’

‘That’s cool. But what would be the point of studying a random course.’

‘Well, I am not looking to make a career. I am going to get married.. So all i need is education and university life. It does not matter from where or how it come.’

‘Okay..’

‘You think my way of thinking is  incorrect.’

‘I think you should do what you like.’

‘But I don’t like anything with that kind of passion that I devote my life to it. Plus, I am doing whatever I like.. I am doing university.’

‘Okay.. let it be then… You can use my computer to find all the courses… find out the easy one.’

‘Thanks…’

With that, cousin turned off the light.

The next morning, when the girl woke up, her cousin was already out. Randomly, she went to the balcony to look out. She saw her cousin talking to a boy in the graveyard with a mug in her hand. The boy was dark and ugly. Her cousin was fair and pretty. The grayish background of the graveyard & the sun rays on the girl's face build the contrast of yellow flowers on the black wall. 

What is she doing there? Why is she inside the graveyard? Why is she talking to that ugly boy?

With so many questions in her mind, she went down to the hall. Where the rest of the family, her uncle, was having breakfast while aunt was in the kitchen.

‘Cousin is out?’ She said.. Without saying, she saw her in the graveyard. Maybe these people don’t know.

‘This is one thing we want to talk to you.’ Her uncle said. ‘If you don’t know, your cousin is in the graveyard, having breakfast with that boy.’

‘Oh.. so you know… but why?’

‘Our daughter is too attached with that gravedigger… can you try to break that friendship.. I am afraid he is trying to woo my girl and it might not bode well with our family reputation.. And yours too by extension.’ father said.

‘We cannot say directly anything to her.. We tried but she start fighting on his behalf.. And we tried.. It might make her against us if we pushed’ Mother added.

‘What can I do?’ Girl asked.

‘You can try to persuade her gradually.. Or even push her intor different direction.. Liek to different boy. Ofcourse tempoerarily.. This thing should break but.. Because it is horrible.’

‘I will try uncle.. I will do my best.. If my dad learn about this, she will call me back thinking she couldhave poor influence on me.’

Saying this, she begin to breakfast.

At the night, the girl asked the cousin about he boy.

‘That boy in the graveyard… is there something going on cousin.’

‘Huh… no.. did my father said anything?’

‘No.’

‘It’s okay .. I got it.. There is nothing between us.. He is my friend.’

‘But why he?’

‘Why not?’

‘It’s weird? There is no match between him and you?’ Girl said.

‘Maybe… But I like talking to him.. Spending time with him.. And his father is really sick. He don’t have mother…. What is the harm if I talk to him, or treat him like a regular person.’

‘He might get wrong ideas. And other people watch.. They may see you are too open with that boy.’

‘Yeah.. may be.. But he is not getting any ideas.. He is too reserved.. He only dig graves.. Cook food for father, all the time he care about him.. He does not have time for anything.’

‘Are you trying to be her mother? Is this going on?’

‘No.. is basic decency too conspirational to you?’

‘But you are not decent na.. You only talk to me nicely.. All the other cousins, are afraid of you. You are always rude.. And why this such good heart for that boy?’

‘I don't have to tell you..’ Cousin said.. And turned off the light.

‘Do you know how many cousins do you have? Do you even know the names of half of them?’

‘I don’t care..”

‘But you care about the gravedigger boy’ Girl said. 

Nobody spoke. It was night. Next morning, the cousin was again out. Girl saw her in the graveyard, with a mug.

She went down, took her tea-mug, exited the house and then entered the graveyard.

Cousin was not smiling anymore.. But with the brightest smile known to person, the girl said, ‘hey.. Can I join you?’

Cousin and boy saw each other. Cousin saw the girl. Boy was watching the girl.

‘She is my cousin.. Just moved here.’ Says the cousin.

‘Huh.. hello’ says the boy.

‘What you are talking?’ Girl said.

‘He was telling me about cricket match’ cousin said.

‘Yes.. The catch was amazing, but still the team lose.. May be need to replace our fast bowlers..’

‘Okay.. I don’t watch cricket.. So I don’t know.’ Said the girl, ‘What you do?’

‘Please give me a moment,’ says the cousin.. And then grabbed the arm of girl and took her back to home.

‘What is that?’ She asked.

‘Cannot I talk?’ Says the girl.

‘I know what you are doing? What is it with you and my parents and everyone know.. Cannot I talk to a boy who have no friends, no mother, no siblings, and his father is so sick he can die anytime. I am just being there… Why being kinds is so troubling everybody…?’

Saying all that, the cousin begins to cry, which goes against everything she knows about her cold, ruthless cousin – she is not the girl who cries, she is the one who makes other people cry. His thing has to stop. Father is right. The girl has come too close to the boy, and leaving the boy will hurt her. There has to be another strategy here.

The cousin left her alone in the room. That night, they did not talk. Around the night, the girl heard some noises… She opened her eyes and realized the gate of the balcony was open. She went to close the door, and there she found her cousin climbing down the balcony with the help of a rope made out of a bedsheet. 

Is she running away with that boy? But instead of screaming, she asks in shush voice: What are you doing, cousin? 

Cousin saw her and mouthed back: Coming back in 20 minutes… I feel something has happened. I am going to see the boy… 

And she was gone to the graveyard… 

When she did not come back for 2 hours, the girl went to her uncle-aunt. The uncle ran to the graveyard, bewildered and out of breath… behind him was the girl and aunt. They did not expect to find what they saw there.

The boy and cousin were sitting there, and near them lay his father.

Cousin saw her father and stood up between her father and the boy. ‘It’s not his mistake… He did not call me... I came here by myself... It is not what it might look like...  I felt weird, so I came here to check on him. His father was dead so I sat with him… please don't misunderstand dad.. Please help us please please please mom.. Please help us…’

Girl moved towards the cousin and hugged her… it’s okay, she said.. I will help… 

Then, father sat beside the boy and said, ‘Son, what happened?’

‘He was coughing hard for a long time, and then he stopped. I called out after some time, but there was no response. I checked, and he was dead.. And then she came. We are sitting here for 2 hours.. I don’t know what to do.’

In that moment, father realised that he is the same age as her daughter and deserve the same love and care, but there is no one to give that except her daughter. He felt proud of his upbringing, and ashamed of his father’s upbringing.

He wanted to take the boy home, but he refused to leave. The cousin refused to leave the boy. So mom and girl went to their home because there was nothing to do at that time of the night. Father stayed with them, but after some time he also left, thinking his house was in front of the graveyard so it’s fine, and he is not leaving them. In the morning, other people of the locality learn about the death and the preparation begins. The son of the grave digger dug his grave. The cousin went to her house and stayed on the balcony, watching the boy. Once everyone was out, she went to the graveyard again.

The girl saw them sitting near the freshly made grave, eating a pizza. There was Pepsi can near them. It was their first meal of the day. While uncle aunt and girl ate the food in their warm house, cousin was out with his friend, eating junk food. Somehow, the girl thought, that junk food is better than this food.

The night, the cousin refused to leave the boy alone, so the father made the boy come to his house. He stayed in her room.

After 2 nights, the cousin accepted to sleep at her house, if the parents never ask her to not to talk to the boy. Every now and then, girl used to see her cousin having pizza with the boy.

After 6 months, they were married, and there was absolutely no one present at their wedding. For the cousin, her family had forsaken her, and the boy had none. But at the night of the wedding, 5 people enter the graveyard. After 3 days, a child discovers them dead.

And they were sent to sleep in the same graveyard. After a month, the girl ordered pizza and a Pepsi and took it to their grave. Sitting there, she said, with tears in her eyes, ‘This for you, my good sister, and the boy you deeply loved.’

From the graveyard, a cousin’s voice came that only the girl heard. It said: I married him and gave my family and life for him, but my dear sister, there is nothing like that between us…

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[zoesmp4]

GLITCH “we were supposed to be just friends.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: a little bit of angst but mostly fluff, has mentions of death, lowercase intended!!

a/n: kinda based on glitch by taylor swift. this is my first fic so i apologize if it’s bad!!

it was never supposed to end up like this. oh no, not even remotely close. when you first arrived to alexandria, with your jagged cuts and discolored bruises scattered across your body, majority of your hope was lost. all of the important people in your life seemed to just fade away, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you would spend your days sat beneath a tree, idling away the hours reading your beloved comics. you enjoyed the isolation, it provided you with a slight sense of comfort. that was the case until one particular day. you made your way over to your special spot, freezing in your tracks when you saw him. carl grimes.

he was sitting with his back against your tree. you never really talked to the boy, only spoken to each other once, which was when you first arrived. he was friendly and seemed like a nice kid, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to anyone. the fear of getting attached and losing them in the end made you shudder every time you thought of it.

you quietly sat down next to him, not uttering a single word. he looked up from his own comic, shooting you a smile along with a “hey.”

it became a daily occurrence, sitting down next to whoever came first. you two started to talk more, bonding over your love for comics and random things you had in common. you started to open up, a stark contrast to how you normally behaved, and over time a meaningful attachment to each other blossomed.

carl knew and noticed everything about you, from your favorite color down to how your nose lightly scrunched when you felt the slightest bit of discomfort. he brought out a side of you that you thought was gone long ago. he’d changed you for the better, and you were extremely grateful.

at some point however, you started to feel a certain way around carl. you tried to push it away, told yourself you were just being silly. but you knew deep down how you really felt. you had feelings for the pretty boy. hell, you were practically in love.

you told yourself he would never reciprocate the feelings, and tried to forget about it, but it was oh so hard when his arm would brush over yours while walking, when he looked at you with his eyes that resembled the blue flames of a restless fire.

“oh come on! it was one time.” you say, giggling at carl’s joke while walking alongside him. “sure, we’re just gonna forget about all the other times you fell on your face because you don’t look where you’re going.” he says playfully, nudging your shoulder while smiling.

you felt your heart skip a beat, and tried to hide your flustered state. there was a short silence between you two before carl’s footsteps came to a stop. you look at him, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“what’s up?” “i- there’s something i haven’t told you.” he says, lowering the volume of his voice. “which is..?” you say, slightly fidgeting with your hands in anxiety, thinking of all the possibilities of what could come out of his mouth.

could it be he wanted to stop hanging out? he wanted space? surely you did something to upset him. negative thoughts ran through your mind, you spacing out in the process. “i like you.” he blurts out, instantly breaking your trance. “huh?” “i said i like you. i really like you.”

it felt as if you couldn’t breathe, the words not coming out of your mouth. you were simply taken aback. carl grimes likes you? he must be joking. “i- is this a joke? it must be. you’re really funny carl, seriously best joke of the ye-”

he cuts you off by smashing his soft lips against your mildly chapped ones. he cups your face with his cold hands, the feeling of his lips upon yours felt like a dream. it didn’t feel real, as if it were a glitch.

your lips were locked on each others for what seemed like ages before you two had to pull away to take a breath. carl took your hand in his, rubbing circles onto your palm as you two made eye contact. “believe me now?” he says, smiling as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “hmm, not quite. think i need a round two.” “smart girl.” he says before leaning in once again.

@p1stach1oss saw first <3

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tubbo tommy ranboo and george - trampolines and chaos

this is part 13 to the great adventures series

an: so it’s very clear y/ns love language is spending time with people and physical touch, all love mentioned is platonic

you and ranboo settled in rather quickly. However, there was good and bad news the bad news was you both had to isolate which meant when tubbo would go out with the others the pair of you couldn’t go the good news however, was that it would only be for a week and that you could both spend a lot of time together catching up and talking about anything that came to mind making the pair of you grow close. the pair of you would work on the scrapbook with tubbo, this was your favourite thing to do as ranboo would add his own twist to it and often came up with new ideas, you would both stream together for your twitch channel when tubbo was out and when he would come home you would all stream on ranboos channel. you often found yourself helping ranboo film videos for youtube or help him cook when tubbo was streaming. since you shared a room with ranboo every night you would sit on the couch pulling him close so you could play with his hair whilst a random film would play in the background, today was no different you sat on the couch and put bo Burnham's inside on whilst you waited for him to walk over with a blanket so he could sit in between your legs letting you play with his hair

“your hair got long boo…I’m going to try and plait some of it”

“I couldn’t get a hair cut and you know this”

you laughed quietly to yourself continuing to plait some of his hair he would occasionally sigh and pretend he didn’t like it but it was pretty obvious that he was beginning to relax under your touch, you continued plaiting his hair listening to him quietly sing along to the songs. it was moments like this you both loved and appreciated but would never tell anyone that it happened. it was your little secret.

after five days passed you and ranboo were free to go meet with others again meaning you could finally go out and film the trampoline vlog for tommys channel which you spent the last five days planning. safe to say you were excited, you hadn’t been to a trampoline park in a while. you woke ranboo up at 10 am you didn’t need to worry about tubbo as you heard him walking around talking to his phone it took a few minutes to realise he was doing a Twitter space. tubbo sent you a message earlier to let you know that there was a package for you near the door so once you got ready you went to grab it, inside was a couple of shirts, hoodies and hats from your sample merch you were honestly amazed. ranboo walked up to you grabbing one of the shirts and a hoodie.

“y/n these look great wow”

“I got a couple of each size, find the sizes you want and they’re yours”

a few minutes later ranboo walked back into the room wearing your merch

“mind if I wear it for the vlog”

“of course you can ill be showing it on stream later”

and with that you all made your way to the tubbo and began your journey to the trampoline park, it was a relatively quick trip the three of you spent the entire trip talking about stream and youtube ideas.

as soon as Tommy saw you all walk into the trampoline park he ran over tackling you all into a hug

“Hey guys, how have you been! we’re just waiting for George”

“speak of the devil he’s just arrived..ranboo I am not an armrest”

“sorry y/n it’s not my fault that you’re the perfect height to be one”

a few minutes later you all made your way to the trampolines. this is where the chaos began you all didn’t know where to begin, excitement took over and safety when out the window. you and ranboo challenged each other to see who could jump higher

“CATCH ME RANBOO”

“HUH Y/N”

you jumped from the trampoline you were on into ranboos arms (luckily as if he didn’t catch you, you would have fallen)

“thank you boo”

Tommy dragged you all the area where you had to try and hit the person opposite you off of the plank, you stood laughing as tubbo instantly hit Tommy making him fall

“boooo”

“I’d like to see you do better y/n”

“bet..tubbo get back on”

the pair of you put up a decent fight, Tommy ended up distracting tubbo which allowed you to win, you then went against George and won then ranboo decided to go against you

“…haha hey boo looking awfully tall today”

“you look awfully short today”

you then tried and failed to make him fall ranboo on the other hand was able to make you lose your balance however you weren’t going down on your own so you dragged him down with you. after that you stood in awe watching tubbo do tricks on the trampoline

“look at him go he’s like a gazelle”

“I'm sorry ranboo what gazelles have you been watching”

“you don’t know what I’ve seen y/n”

you laughed as Tommy went up next claiming that he could also do that…he couldn’t.

George noticed a box and attempted to jump over it followed by you who only just managed to jump over it as you got distracted on the run-up, up next was tubbo who jumped over it, Tommy tried to jump over it but ended up rolling over it you stood shaking your head as ranboo went next unsurprisingly he jumped over it easily then lied down on the box

“Hey how’s it going”

you and Tommy had the same idea

“we’re going to jump over you ranboo”

“oh no please don’t- OH GOD”

so you and Tommy failed to jump over him and crashed into him

“hey boo-“

“that didn’t go to plan”

“no, it didn’t”

you and Tommy got up and decided to lie down with him you noticed tubbo at the run-up getting ready to jump over the three of you, you all screamed as tubbo successfully jumped over thou all

“holy shit”

“oooohhhh”

“didn’t doubt you for a minute tubs”

you got up and went over to George who seemed to be having a lovely time on the trampolines, you heard screaming in the background and turned around to see ranboo chasing Tommy who decided that the safest option would be to run headfirst into the wall

“what the fuck is up with him”

you all stood on the inflatable safety hazard not knowing which way it was going to turn, this didn’t go well for any of you as everyone but ranboo (because he was filming) was instantly hit by the inflatable you ended up on the floor you looked up to see ranboo looking down at you

“don’t look at me like that boo”

“you really do amaze me”

“I put a rock in your pocket”

“no- what how”

you couldn’t contain your laughter as ranboo pulled out a rock which you did indeed place in his pocket sometime during the trip. you all decided to try again on the inflatable this time it went slightly better…for less than 30 seconds you got hit and dragged over to tubbo and George who had also been hit

“Hello boys”

a few minutes later you tubbo and ranboo tried again this time it went well for you, you managed to pay attention and ignore ranboo who was shouting that he will beat the machine. well, it went well till ranboo got hit as you found it hilarious which ended up being your downfall as you got distracted.

you all decided to have a totally safe game of dodgeball

“guys it’s like mcc”

you and ranboo looked at each other before yelling about how you both wouldn’t know, you decided to aim at tubbo who was focusing on Tommy which allowed you to hit him multiple times

“Y/N I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS”

you made your way over to him tackling him resulting in you both falling

“We are bee boy”

“I hate you”

“love you too”

after helping tubbo up and aiming at Tommy you heard ranboo yelling

“I just got hit in the balls by tubbo...OW AND Y/N THANKS A LOT”

“you’re welcome my beloved”

you sat with ranboo as the others continued to play dodgeball, he tapped your thigh to get your attention, you turned your head to see him holding part of his glasses

“your other pair is in my bag I’ll go get them”

“I’ll come with you”

after ranboo told the others the pair of you made your way to your bag

“thank you y/n…how did you know I’d break them”

“tubbo and I both carry a spare pair on us just in case. we went out to get them on our way to the airport”

the pair of you made your way to the others who were now stood waiting for you

“Woah what the fuck is this”

tubbo tapped your shoulder and whispered that someone is on their way to explain what it was, a few minutes later one of the workers came over and explained how it works and what to do, you all watched Tommy go up you tubbo and ranboo constantly made jokes about him the entire time, you continued to do this as tubbo went up

“can I clickbait this if you die”

“oooh can i”

ranboo went next you and tubbo both tried to hit him with the dodgeballs from earlier however you both missed you watched as ranboo slid down and looked at you

“sup”

“oh god I’m next”

you went next the entire time you made comments about not letting go

“what if I don’t let go”

“I will personally drag you down”

you looked down to see Tommy pretending to get ready to drag you down

“NO TOMMY”

and with that, you let go

“Hello boys that go fast doesn't it”

George went next and screamed the entire way down you and tubbo looked at each other questioning if you heard the same thing before looking back at George

“Are you okay”

one at a time you all jumped off of the mini wall onto the soft landing below, Tommy landed funny accidentally hurting himself

“Tommy I love you but you’re an idiot”

ranboo went next landing in the same pose as before

“sup”

“stylish..real stylish”

tubbo pushed you off before you even had the chance to jump

“TUBBO I SWEAR TO GOD”

“REVENGE FOR HITTING ME IN DODGEBALL”

the others sat down looking up at you and ranboo who was now stood on the wall looking down on them

“jump”

“okay”

“wait what”

ranboo grabbed your hand and jumped off onto the landing taking you down with him

“Why does this always happen to me why not George or Tommy”

Tommy ran off after asking you all if you all thought he could request a song as he returned you could hear mask beginning to play and Tommy trying to sing along whilst running over to you all. you all then spent a good while messing on the trampolines so Tommy had footage to use for a montage after that you all made your way to some chairs so you could have a minute to relax and have a drink. you sat next to tubbo trying not to laugh as you watched ranboo attempt to drink the water through his mask

“oh wait did you just-“

“now your mask is going to be wet”

tubbo and Tommy ended up running off to get more content for the vlog and George ended up walking off somewhere, ranboo looked at you before welcoming you with open arms, the two of you sat in each other’s embrace watching Tommy and tubbo run around the park.

“you doing okay boo”

“I’m alright a little hot”

“that’s expected I mean you’re literally wearing a hoodie and mask with glasses I’m surprised you can even see when you're on the trampolines”

“I can't”

the two of you sat talking for a few more minutes before going back to the trampolines running, jumping and falling over. 10 minutes later you sat with Tommy watching George definitely do something on the floor, you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to do

“wooo go, George”

“thank you y/n”

at this point, it was clear you were all getting tired you all went off to buy a slush before sitting back down in the chairs you were making your way to sit with tubbo however your dear friend ranboo pulled you down to sit with him

“oh hello”

“hi y/n”

“I have a slush”

“as do i “

before you could speak again you heard Tommy and George messing with a walkie talkie, you sat looking at the two of them not realising that ranboo also had one

“give us more trampolines”

“hi George”

as you didn’t expect this you jumped slightly making ranboo turn his head and laugh

“Jesus christ when did you get that”

“well tubbo gave me it I was going to tell you but I wanted to scare you y/n”

after cooling down you all went to the play area, you found a slide and ran to it ranboo not far behind

“y/n wait for me we can go down together”

“okay go behind me”

ranboo got on behind you and held onto your waist so you didn’t go down without him. Tommy noticed this and wanted to join the chain

“We can go down together”

“alright hop on”

“slide trio”

“tubbo…there’s four of us”

not wanting to be left behind, George decided to join the chain

“is everyone ready”

“no”

“don’t care”

and with that, the five of you made your way down the slide, after this Tommy dragged you all to the mini jump area where you all sat watching George have a great time

“I don’t care about the rules”

“you’re doing great”

you all ended the trip at the inflatable safety hazard again, you sat with ranboo who kept an arm around your waist whilst recording Tommy who was just constantly being hit and knocked over even though he wasn’t playing

“just get out just get out”

“get out get out”

“he’s dying”

“I'm using this for clickbait on stream”

later that night you decided not to stream as you decided that you’d rather spend the night scrapbooking and playing random board games with tubbo and ranboo

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[yuumisagi]

TELLING THEM THEY’RE PRETTY !

❦ pretty? why pretty?

pick a character ༄ gojo, megumi, itadori

content. nothing but fluff

notes. just found out that some symbols only show on phones ಥ_ಥ

➤ GOJO SATORU

you know people who keeps telling their “glory” story over and over again all the time that makes your eyes roll like “here we go again” — gojo’s kinda like that

gojo’s always telling people how he’s the strongest (which he is)

and typically, you’d respond: “yeah we get it you’re the strongest (-_-)”

but today you decided to go along with him

“i’m the strongest after all ahahahah”

“…”

“hmm i wonder how you manage to be the strongest and the prettiest at the same time?”

“what’d u say?”

“i just think that you’re so pretty”

“i’m sorry i didn’t quite catch that. mind if u say that again?” said with an obvious grin on his face

he totally heard you

“i know you heard me satoru”

“yeah i know”

you continue to lie on the ground reading through your manga until an arm sneaks under your belly and picks you up

“let’s go” gojo said as he carries you on his side with one arm over your middle like you’re some sort of box

“huh what where??”

without explaining, he brings you to town and spoils you with your favorite sweets and presents

ever since that day, he edited his “catchphrase”:

“after all, i’m the strongest AND PRETTIEST”

and he also adds a hehehehe every time he says it

he starts calling you pretty as well - “hey pretty”

➤ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

you were feeling bored out of your mind so you went to tease megumi a little bit

his eyes were fixed on his phone until you came to grab his face with your two hands and stare straight into those green orbs

“megumi, has anyone ever told you that you’re very pretty?”

“no?”

“then i want to tell you that you are extremely pretty”

there’s already a faint flush of pink on his cheeks

“..thanks”

okay he’s so cute, you’re pleased with your teasing now

right when you retrieve your hands from his face, he cups your face with his hands

he seemed like he was about to say something but he plants a light peck on your lips instead

now his face is officially red

“i think you’re very pretty too y/n”

unable to fight the shyness, he hugs you over your waist as he hides his burning face on the crook of your neck

and that marks the beginning of you teasing megumi with the petname “pretty boy”

he gets used to it after a while but he’d still blush here and there

➤ ITADORI YUJI

you guys were sitting next to each other on a couch with his left arm over your shoulder, watching to some movie

all of the sudden, you whispered: “yuji you’re so pretty”

and he whispers back: “don’t you think i’m cool too?”

“yes you are”

yuji looks at you with a wide smile on his face as his left arm brings you to sit on his lap facing him

“eheh thanks, i think you’re very pretty and cool too”

you thanked him with a whisper tone still, and he kisses you on the forehead

then you guys proceed to watch the movie while you sit on his lap

at one point he suddenly lets out a giggle

“what’s funny? did i miss a joke (from the movie)?”

“no it’s nothing…” he hugs you tighter to his chest “…just happy hehe”

yuji definitely starts to plan more movie dates with you

and he also starts to whisper to you out of the blue sometimes

because he finds it so cute when you both whisper back and forth sweet nothings or even just the most random things

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 and 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙 ? ⇢ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

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[d0llpie]

Angry confessions

Summary: You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking

Kyotani x reader

Warnings: cursing

angst to fluff, mutual pining

a/n: i might make a part 2 but i’m not sure, lmk if you want one!

wc: 2.5k

Kyotani couldn’t stand you. Your annoying smile and indifferent attitude while he told you to get lost. Couldnt you take a hint? Apparently not as you continued to greet him the same warm way every time you saw him, slipping him notes during class and flirting with him. Couldnt you flirt with some other poor soul? he couldn’t handle it anymore, knowing you weren’t really flirting with him. Maybe you did flirt with others, that only made it worse, knowing it wasn’t just him who got to see your smile and teasing laugh everyday. Honestly he didn’t know which way was worse, all he knew was that he was sick of you.

It started at practise, he was used to Oikawa’s fan girls attending their practise just to ogle at the captain, that always annoyed him but he soon found you to be worse. Oikawa has tossed him a ball to spike down and you started cheering for him. He whipped his head around to see you smiling brightly down at him, waving. He was taken back, his scowl dropping for a minute as the tips of his ears turned red before he continued on with practise, trying to ignore your cheers everytime he spiked. You trailed behind him to the school date, chatting on about your day and how amazing Kyo’s spikes were while he just grunted and continued walking in front of you, trying to speed up. Every time he sped up, you did too, he wasn’t sure if you were just stupid or if you didn’t care that he was trying to get away from you but either way it confused him.

Since then you’d follow him around, having one sided conversations with the back of his head on the way to the gym, in between classes and sometimes even during lunch times when you weren’t with your friends. He wished you wouldn’t flirt so much, it was the worst part of your whole fan girl act. You’d compliment his hair, his spikes and his eyes often, it came out so naturally that it made him tense up and pause every time, trying to calm down the beating of his heart in his ears. Why couldn’t you just stick to fangirling over Oikawa? Kyotani could take you following him and talking about your day if it wasn’t for the flirting act. He even liked hearing about your day, it was cute to hear you ramble on until you decided to give him false hope with your remarks, sometimes even trying to hold his hand or rest your head on his shoulder.

~

It had been a few months now and you weren’t sure what to do. You were in a small cafe with your cousin Iwaizumi, opting to seek out the spiker for advice as a last resort.

“I don’t know Iwa, i’ve been flirting with him for months and coming to all your games to cheer him on and he doesn’t even look at me” you fiddling with your fork, huffing out dramatically.

“We’ll have you actually told him you like him or asked him to hang out?” you glared at his condescending tone

“I shouldn’t have to tell him! I don’t know how much more obvious i can get...plus i ask him to have lunch with me all the time” you sighed, feeling your heart sink. You’d thought that he didn’t like you, it was obvious at first that he found you irritating but overtime you thought he’d warm up. Maybe you were just being stupid, setting yourself up for heartbreak at your inevitable rejection. Still, you held on tight to the tiny bit of hope you still had.

“hey.” Iwa waved his hand in front of you, pulling you from your thoughts “I mean surely him ignoring you can’t get any worse if you actually confess right? Plus maybe i’m wrong and he does like you so you’ll actually make some progress” you hummed in agreement, though you were hesitant

“How am i supposed to confess though? He doesn’t even look at me when we talk, well, i talk..” you realised just how pathetic you sounded, how desperate. Was this how Oikawa’s fan girls felt? Ignorantly hopeful for someone who was out of reach? Well at least Oikawa spoke to his fan girls...

“Y/n...not to sound rude or anything, but why do you like this kid? He’s not exactly treating you very well..” you looked up at your cousin who was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“Well he may not seem like the sweet type but i’ve seen him when he’s alone, he’s really cute when he doesn’t look like he’s on the warpath, plus i think he’s just shy around me and doesn’t know how to act around others, he’s sweet though, he doodles in his notebooks. Also, he’s really passionate about volleyball! i remember the first time i saw him spike, he actually smiled!” you giggled at the memory, blushing at the thought of Kyo. 

“Whatever y/n, you need to confess before i do it for you.” you gasped in feign shock “You wouldn’t dare iwa-chan~” you laughed at Iwaizumi’s enraged expression “Stop hanging out with Oikawa ugh” you laughed at him, sipping on your hot chocolate you’d forgotten about. 

~

Kyotani had woken up earlier than usual, deciding to go for a walk. While he was walking his mind drifted back to you, looking behind him half expecting you to be there talking his ear off about random things, making him blush with your flirting. It was cruel how you could flirt with him so shamelessly and not mean it. He so badly wanted you to mean it. He grunted in frustration, picking up his pace until he was running, he was running past a few shops and cafes when he saw you. You were sitting by the window as the sun hit you, his eyes widened, you truly were so pretty to him. He almost stopped running until he saw who you were looking at, Iwaizumi was there. Of course you’d be on a date with him, he was so strong and open. You deserved someone like Iwaizumi he supposed, someone who could actually talk to you, someone who was better than him. He continued running despite feeling his own heart in his throat, making it harder to breathe. 

~

“I’m not writing him a letter Iwa.” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion, looking out the window to see a familiar head of blonde flash past in a blur. “Iwa! He just ran past” you stood up from your seat excitedly, smile crossing your face. “Wow you’re worse than i thought. Y/n, you’re a simp.” You weren’t even offended at his words “i mean can you blame me?” you sat back down, “Yes y/n, yes i can. You probably want to go after him right now” although he was joking he looked up to see you staring back at him hopefully. “Oh my god y/n, fine! Go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow. “ You got up and hugged Iwa squeeling, “Thank you thank you, if i don’t come to school tomorrow i’m either crying about being rejected or on a date with my handsome boyfriend, bye!” “Do not skip school y/n!” Iwa yelled after you as you ran out of the cafe, heading down the same path Kyo took. 

As you passed by a park, you noticed Kyotani sitting under a tree, panting heavily. “Kyo!” You called out, smiling brightly as you made your way over to him, ignoring the frustrated frown on his face. “What” he gruffly replied, clearly annoyed but you were ecstatic to get a reply from him. “I actually wanted to tell you something!” It’s now or never you thought, this was a perfect time to do it, you were ready for either response, you waited for him to look up at you before continuing.

“Um, i haven’t really thought of what to say so i’m just going to say it, i like you. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? You don’t have to of course but i really wanted you to know” you played with your hands while you waited for him to say something, silence was not what you expected but- “are you serious right now?” he was angry?, you tilted your head to the side “of course, i’m surprised you didn’t already kn-” “What is wrong with you? First you follow me around everywhere, flirting with me and annoying the fuck out of me, now this? haven’t you played around enough? Honestly i didn’t think you’d take it this far, that’s just low y/n.” the tone in his voice was enough to have you back away a little, confusion covered your face, you definitely hadn’t anticipated this kind of response. Despite your heart sinking at the rejection, you couldn’t help but feel a little angry as well. Who was he to talk to you like that. “What the fuck are you talking about Kyo. A simple ‘Sorry i don’t feel the same’ would’ve sufficed, honestly this is the most you’ve ever said to me and it’s this?” He was taken back by your reaction. You were serious? “Why would you try confess to me while you were just on a date then huh?” you furrowed your brows in confusion before it dawned on you, he thought you were dating Iwaizumi. Now you understood more of what he was saying, you opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you. “Yeah, I saw. You can drop the act now it was very funny. Now you can fucking leave me alone and stop acting like Oikawa’s clingy fangirls. I’ll finally stop having to hear you yapping in my fucking ear all day.” he wasn’t expecting to look up and see tears rolling down your cheeks. “Iwaizumi is my cousin..” you whispered meekly before turning back in the direction of the cafe, running home. 

Kyotani sat there dumbfounded. You were serious. He just called the girl he liked annoying and clingy after she tried to confess all because he was too insecure and jumped to conclusions. “Fucking idiot.” he cursed himself out under his breath.  

~

He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t sleep, every time he closed his eyes he just saw that heartbroken look on your face, eyes filled with tears. Because of him. He groaned before going to his desk, he begun to write a letter. The thought of you never coming to his games anymore, you never cheering for him again, telling him about your day and that new show you start, even the flirting, he knew he couldn’t get through the day without it. You weren’t annoying, you were the only person who managed to make him stop scowling, he was relaxed around you.

You walked into your first class, finding a letter on your desk. Your eyes flitted over to Kyo who was sitting a few seats away looking away nervously, you could see how red he was from here. You tucked the letter into your bag, he didn’t deserve your attention and you were determined to not talk to him or look at him anymore. Kyotani watched you put away his letter, he frowned, you’d probably just read it later. He didn’t want to get discouraged so he waited for you during lunch but you never came. He was getting antsy, it was so quiet. After his final classes he was excited to go to practise, getting there on time for once, only you weren’t there. Instead he was met with an angry Iwaizumi “what the fuck did you do to her!” he boomed, gaining the attention of everyone in the gym. Kyotani looked down, surprising everyone “where is she?” he asked quietly, Iwaizumi quirked his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s probably at home or the cafe.” Kyotani looked up, running out of the gym ignoring Oikawa’s calls to come back and train.

You were sitting in a booth at the cafe, scrolling on your phone when you remembered the letter. You opened it despite your hesitation and began reading.

Y/n,

I used to find you irritating, i couldn’t understand why someone as pretty as you would follow me around and talk to me when i was so cold to you. I took your flirting as you either making fun of me or just you having a flirtatious personality so i would get annoyed. About yesterday, i misunderstood completely and i’m so sorry for snapping at you. I never meant to lash out on you and i never wanted to. I was fed up with the person i liked toying with me and when i found out you liked me back i didn’t believe you.

I’m sorry for hurting you, if you let me be yours i swear i’ll never hurt you again. I never want you to cry because of me ever again, i like you too y/n and i’m sorry i was too much of a pussy to tell you sooner.

I hope you forgive me

-Kyotani.

You smiled at the letter, looking up at the sound of the cafe bell ringing to see Kyotani, out of breath staring at you. You smiled up at him like usual and he returned it, moving towards you quickly. “Kyo-“ he cut you off, smashing his lips against yours, his lips were gentle despite the desperate hold he had on you, cradling your head in one hand and gripping your collar in the other. You smiled against the kiss, cupping his cheek before pulling away. “Hi” you giggled as he sat down in front of you, holding your hand on the table “Hi” he smirked at you. “Y/n, can i take you to dinner?” you nodded happily “of course you can handsome~” he blushed furiously and this time you got to see, you cupped his cheek again, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly, only making it worse. “C’mon doll” he pulled you up, holding your hand as you exited the cafe, walking side by side as he intertwined your fingers, smiling down at you with a soft expression. How was he so blind?

[celamoon]

Warnings: Crackfic...? almost? abuse victim, nsfw jokes. please be warned

Pronouns: They/them

Summary: Y/n L/n the unhinged genius of Vyn's patients. A mentally unstable being, the result of the Flora X testing. The same unhinged being that was let into the NXX to lead the searching for the drug.

Prompt: This post by @papellie (Ty for the prompt bestie <3)

Vyn did not have any patients he considered impossible. Well, almost none. He had Y/n L/n, the very unhinged chaos that considered his hardest patient. Someone whom one of his old friends had dropped into his hands because they were an impossible case.

Vyn only took the hardest cases, and you seemed to be the worst of his patients.

"Vynnie!" The patient grins at the sight of their favourite doctor. "Vynnie are you here to shove my medicine down my throat again? How about this time you shove your fingers down my throat-"

"Good afternoon Y/n," Vyn ignores your question. "We've changed your medication to a liquid."

"A liquid?" They tilt their head. "But water isn't a medication?"

"There are many more liquids other than water," Vyn smiles while pouring your medicine.

"Do bodily fluids count?"

"They do,"

"So like cu-"

"Drink up," Vyn shoves the cup to them, and they gag at the smell.

"It smells like the flora drug my previous doctors used to force down my throat," they mumble before downing it in one gulp. "You should really add some sugar or honey to the medicine Vinnie, it tastes disgusting."

Vyn freezes at the familiar name.

"What did you just say?"

"That you should really add some sugar or honey Vynnie," They grin.

"Before that."

"The medication smells like the flora drug I used to be forced to take as a child?" They tilt their head.

"Do you know what that drug was called?" Vyn raises a brow.

"Flora... X? Flora X," You mumble. "FLORA X!! Vynnie are you proud of me?"

Vyn's eyes widen in realization. No wonder you were so unhinged, you had been taking the very medication that was made illegal years ago. Which meant you were a lead into one of the dark pasts of Stellis.

"Say Y/n... if I were to let you out of the ward every once in a while... would you be willing to behave?"

"Vynnie I'm about as stable as a paper clip standing up straight." They blink innocently.

Vyn sighs. He would need to discuss with the NXX team about it.

"Which is... why I suddenly think we have a lead on the medication." Vyn concludes.

"Well that sounds reasonable to let her in," Rosa is the first to speak up. "She does have the lead we need,"

"But she's unhinged," Artem cuts in. "She might cause chaos."

"I mean as long as Vyn keeps her calm I think she could give us some useful information,"

"Why can't you just ask her?" Luke asks.

Vyn sighs. "I can't force anything out of her unless she says it herself."

"Is it in the contract?" Marius raises a brow.

"Yes."

"Then just let her join," Marius shrugs. "It's always so serious in here, having someone unhinged might crack some jokes every now and the...n?"

The other three glare at him.

"Well I think we can try meeting her in my office once to see if it works," Rosa pipes up.

"I..."

"Let's meet her in her psych ward," Vyn sighs. "I don't want her to trash your place."

Which brought us to today.

"Vynnie!" Thye grin. "You brought your friends!"

"They're associates," Vyn sighs. "Y/n meet MC, Luke, Artem, and Marius."

"That's second gen richie, law boi, and bestie," You point at Marius, Artem and MC. "That last one looks like a golden retriever."

The four look at Vyn and he sighs.

"Y/n they're here to discover more about the drug you took when young. Apparently it stops brain growth and has depressive side effects."

"OOOh is that why I tried to kill myself with a plastic cup last time?"

"She did whAT-?"

"Perhaps. It could also explain why you're my patient." Vyn smiles.

"That's right! Vynnie only takes the worst of the worst! ...You have really bad taste Vynnie. I'd rather be with the mentally stable," they shrug.

"Ah so Y/n?"

"Yes bestie?"

MC flushes a soft pink. "Do you remember much about the drug you used to take?"

"Uh so I think the tablets were pink at first, and then they successfully changed it to white... I could recreate it for you if you want? But only for you bestie, Vynnie is too mean." They pout.

Vyn sighs and the other three turn to look at him.

"re...create it?"

"Well they recruited me as a scientist first so I know the basic components of the drug but then they locked me up to force the medicine down my throat. It tasted ok but I think I lost control each time I had some-" They mumble. "Oh and of course I ran away and then some random man caught me and sent me to Vynnie's. He wasn't that bad though, he fed me some good food-"

"Wait wait," Vyn steps forward. "You know the components of the drug?"

"It tasted like the medicine you fed me the other day Vynnie," They grumble. "I also remember that the lab had really pretty water next to it. I think I ran down a hill to escape them."

The five look at each other and then MC speaks up.

"Y/n,"

"Yes bestie?"

"If we let you come with us, will you help us gather information?"

Artem frowns and you catch it.

"Law boi doesn't seem very happy about me coming along."

"Your mind works incredibly but the drug seems to have limited you." Vyn steps up. "I'll give you a nice room to live in."

"Idk Vynnie, sounds like bribery to me," They shrug.

"I'll bake for you-"

"Sold." they're glowing.

'... that easy?' they all sweat at your quick response.

"So all I have to do is gather information right?"

"We need to find out where the village is-"

"Up on a hill. Really tasty fish... uh crystal clear water and then I think I bumped into a crashed car on my way down the hill." You mumble. "I think the place started with O-"

"Opaline Village." Luke speaks up. "Is that it?"

"I think so~" you smile. "So Vynnie... when do I get to move out?"

"If you behave well the next three days I can get you out by the end of the week."

Your eyes glimmer.

You're an incredible actress, and an even better hacker apparently. Luke gave you three lessons on basic hacking and you broke into the Pax firewall quicker than he could.

"Ok so what now?"

"Can you get the locked files?"

"These?"

You even printed them out.

The group could only call you an unhinged genius from that point on.

"Your codename will be Flora."

"Wow you really named me after a drug huh Vynnie-" That earned you a smack in the head.

"King I can you order takeout?"

"Not to here-"

"Then to somewhere nearby! I'm hungry!" You reach for the knife in your drawer.

"ADJUCATOR!" Marius calls before you can end him.

Vyn shoves a pastry into your mouth and you continue working.

"We're heading to Opaline village today," MC and Luke tell you.

"Samples are in the third drawer in the fourth room after you turn left bestie~!" You sing.

What the hell?

"Vynnie what's for dinner,"

"What would you like?"

"Revenge," You blink.

"Rosa's working on that." He hums. "Food wise?"

"You-"

"I'm not edible," He deadpans.

"No but your-"

"I'll order pizza," Marius groans. You had been pulling all nighters in the office to crack down the firewall to the other files.

"Artie can you grab me a coffee on your way here?" You're on the phone with Artem now.

Vyn snatches the phone and sighs. "Don't get them any. They've been awake for nearly 72 hours now. I want them to crash asleep before they crash dead,"

"AWW VYNNIE CARES FOR ME!!!" You grin cheekily.

Artem brought you hot tea instead.

Then MC and Luke came back. You stood with the others as they watched MC get kissed by Huey. The child then ran up to you and hugged you.

"Thank you for teaching me how to break the firewall..."

The other five turned to you in shock.

"Love you Huey. Remember not to hack anyone unless you absolutely have to," You kissed him on the forehead. "Be good in school alright?"

"Okay..." He smiles.

Since when were you good with kids??

"So uh... we found the files," MC handed you papers and you grinned.

"My medical notes!"

What kind of Harley Quinn shit is this?

"So... what kind of abuse did they exactly go through?" Vyn stands next to MC as they watch you fight Marius.

"The files we read said that apparently at first they were fed the drug inside of their meal. Eventually they were locked up in a prison cell and turned into a complete test subject. They skipped three meals before they ran away." MC mumbles. "It's really sad."

Luke pulls you off of Marius and Artem hands you your morning coffee.

"Only you're dependable out of you all Artie..." You sigh blissfully after a sip. "Only you..."

Vyn's eyebrow twitches at the comment. MC can only look in amusement.

"Y/n you need to take a break." Vyn sighs.

"I get a break when I get revenge on that bitch who started drugging my food," You hiss.

"Even if I bake?"

"Depends what it is," You continue clicking, and you're focused.

"Then..." Vyn can't get himself to say it.

"Let's bet then," You mumble. "I break the firewall in the next hour you go on a date with me, if I don't then you can drag me to bed."

Vyn sighs. "Deal." He was really powerless compared to you.

Sure enough in 30 minutes, a cheer erupted in the headquarters. It sounded like your voice with Luke's.

"WE BROKE IN WE BROKE IN RAVEN WE BROKE IN!!!!" You screamed, your voice was hoarse from the lack of water.

The two of you are in an embrace, and Vyn's eyebrows twitch again.

"The all nighters..." Luke cries. "We did it..."

"VYNNIE YOU OWE ME A DATE!" You cried.

Vyn can only sigh. "When would you like to go out?"

You stand up, and you make your way to him.

"When I wake up." You proceed to crash dead onto the bed next to him. The NXX team then panicked for the next ten minutes because Marius thought you stopped breathing.

You slept for three days.

The NXX thought you died. Then you woke up and acted as though you didn't just die for 3 days.

"Good morning bestie," You're back on your computer again.

"Y/n you shouldn't be back on your computer after dropping dead for three days." MC panics. "Besides, Y/n you're going on a date today with Vyn right?"

"Yeah," You yawn.

"Do you want to dress up?" You strut to your closet.

"Oh look," You throw your closet door open. Lingerie and t-shirts and shorts. "Ah here's a decent outfit."

You toss together some clothes, and MC smiles. "Would you like me to help you with your hair?"

"Sure. Thank you MC," You smile.

The epitome of gender envy. Damn bestie you looked hot.

Vyn arrives a couple minutes after you finish getting ready.

"Vynnie!"

"It's... been a while since I've seen you dressed up," Vyn smiles. "Shall we go?"

You grin as he leads you to his car.

"What would you like to do?" Vyn peers at you.

"Can we bake at your place?" you fumble in your seat.

"Sure," He smiles. "What would you like to make?"

"Macarons?"

"Those are pretty hard Y/n... you sure?" He raises a brow at you.

"If I can hack a firewall then I can bake macarons." you grinned.

So turns out that was a lie.

"Vynnie ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ " You whined. "Help me!"

"You didn't beat the egg whites enough," Vyn grabs the bowl from your arms and you rest your head on your palm.

"Vynnie the male wife..." You peered at him. "Vynnie would you marry me-?"

Clang

Vyn's caught off guard and drops the metal bowl. His glasses slide down slightly, and his lips are parted in shock.

"Sorry Vynnie," You reach over the counter to help him fix his glasses, and you beat the egg whites yourself. "Must've scared you out of your mind."

"No no," Vyn regains his composure and smiles.

"Dedication is hard," You mumble. "People change after time, and changes vary from person to person... betrayal plagues a person, and people that you once loved no longer love you back. Which is why Vynnie doesn't want to date right?"

Vyn pauses, and you hum in satisfaction.

"Ooh the egg whites are stiff." You turn the bowl upside down on top of your head and grin. "Shall we mix the two together?"

"Let me," Vyn folds the mixture in, and you hum. "Vynnie do you like MC?"

Vyn nearly drops the bowl again. He just couldn't get a break from your remarks. "Why are you asking?"

"When you came to pick me up your pulse was quicker than usual." You mumble. "Then when we got in the car and out of MC's sight your pulse slowed"

Vyn stops to stare at you now. "Is that why you were holding my wrist?"

"Luke taught me," You mumble. "To read people better."

"Unfortunately your hypothesis is wrong," Vyn smiles. "My heart did not quicken because of MC."

"Huh," You mumble.

"Could you help me put the batter in the piping bag?"

"Sure," You open a piping bag, and you open it for him to put the batter in. "Can I do the piping?"

"Sure," Vyn finishes filling in the bag, and you pipe the batter onto the tray.

"Vynnie why did your heartbeat go up then?"

Vyn stares at you. "Because I got to see you dressed up,"

You stumble and nearly mess up on a macaron shell.

"Vynnie teasing me isn't funny," You pout. Vyn smiles as he rests his cheek on his hand.

"But I was being honest," He beams at you.

"Vynnie!"

"Alright two hours"

"DON'T JUST CHANGE THE SUBJECT-"

"Siri please set a two hour timer-"

"VYNNIE!!!"