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imasimpforshanks · 3 years

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Hello author! Can I ask for K and L for Sanji/Ace please. (Fluff) thankyou!

Fluff Alphabet - Portgas D. Ace

a/n: hiya!!!! Here is ace’s fluff alphabet! 💗I know you only asked for K & L but I hate only answering a few letters of these at a time LMAO 💀ALSOOOOO I’m going to Sanjis at some point too, because I got a lot more angst asks than fluff so yahhhh! Anywayssss hope you enjoy<3333

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Ace absolutely loves to pull pranks on you AND he loves to pull pranks with you. Once a month you actually have an all-out prank war against one another where even the crew fear that they will be caught in the middle of it.

Oh, and true to his character, the two of you spend a lot of time eating food together. It’s very difficult for any normal human being to eat anything close to the amount Ace eats, so more often than not, it’s you staring at him in awe while he scoffs down another plate of food.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He finds your smile to be one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, it’s even more beautiful when the smile is directed at him. The moment you smile at him everything else in the world seems to melt away. Ace does everything in his power to bring a smile to your face, because when you smile everything else seems to fall into place. (SO CLICHÉ I KNOW BUT IT’S TRUE!)

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

His go to method of comfort is cuddles. He just wraps his arms around you and gives you lots of forehead kisses. He’ll say all these kind things about you and ask what you need from him. If you’re not sure, or if you don’t feel like talking, he’ll patiently wait until you’re ready to talk.

D-Dreams (how do they picture they future with their s/o?)

In every possible future he envisions, you are there. To Ace, there is no future unless you are with him. It’ll be the two of you living life to the absolute fullest, taking it day-by-day.

He isn’t too keen on having (biological) children as he doesn’t want them to be burdened with the blood of Gol D. Roger.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

He tends to take the more dominant role in the relationship. It’s just his natural personality that seeps through, it’s truly not intentional. He’s confident and loud so there’s not really any way you can’t not listen to him. However, if you were to voice any opinions or comments, you’ve got all his attention!

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

I talk about his fights with his s/o a little in his angst alphabet. Here it is again!

Fights with Ace, although they don’t happen often, can quickly get out of hand. He’s stubborn and his inability to accept that he’s not always right can cause a minor disagreement to escalate into an all-out fight. On a few occasions you have argued about him never turning his back on an opponent.

Your fights tend to be followed by cooldown time. Things can get quite heated (no pun intended) so you need some alone time and space to breathe. After that though, you comeback together and apologize.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Ace felt unloved and unwanted by the world growing up (save for Luffy and Sabo, oh and Dadan), so it was quite the change to experience the unconditional love you provided him. He will forever be grateful for what you have done for him, in fact, he’s so grateful about it that he can never shut up about it! Much like how he gushes about his ‘stupid kid brother’ to the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace will also never shut up about you to anyone he talks to. Your name somehow always makes its way into any conversation he has.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

The only secret he kept from you was that he was the son of the Pirate King. He was scared that once you knew, you would view him differently. But over time he was able to see that that would never be the case. So, after telling you that, he never kept anything from you ever again. Ace actually finds sharing secrets with you to be a weight off his shoulders.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

You were another person that was able to show Ace he is worthy of being loved. It’s an insecurity of his that will probably never go away, but that’s okay because you’re more than happy to remind him daily.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

I talked about Ace’s jealousy in his angst alphabet! But I’ll go over it again here!

When he gets jealous he turns into such a man child. He’s pouting and moping around while mumbling to himself. He develops quite a petty attitude. If you were to ask him “want to go get something to eat?” he’d respond with “why don’t you just go and ask ____ for some food.” But, as soon as you begin commenting on how jealous he’s acting he’s going to deny it to the end of his days.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

I feel as though I may give Ace a little too much credit when it comes to this because I want to think that he’d be one of those amazing kissers, like he just has a knack for it. But in reality, that probably wouldn’t be the case.

Ace is more likely to be quite an overexcited kisser. He’s keen and passionate, that’s for sure. But with your first kiss, he’s a little too keen and tries to move way to fast. After some calming down and a little bit of a giggle to one other he’s in the zone.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

The two of you are just talking and he’s, unsurprisingly, brought up his brother, Luffy. What is surprising however, is when he tells you how badly he wants you guys to meet each other. Your first reaction was “yeah that stands to reason he wants all of us to meet luffy” but before you could say anything Ace is already going on like “yeah, I just can’t wait to have the two people I love most in the world meet. It’d be real cool” (or something along those lines and probably a little less cheesy LMAO). You just stare at him like “heh?” and he stares at you like “uhhhh… yeah I said what I said?”

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Heck yeah, this dude wants to get married! Getting to show you off to everyone? Yes please! Getting to tell you in front of everyone he knows just how much he loves you? BIG YES. Oh, AND a big ass party afterwards? THIS DUDE CANNOT WAIT! Being able to marry you is one of his dreams, and he’s actually been thinking about since the first date you guys went on.

But, he’s really struggling with how to propose to you. He’s gone through every cliché in the book. A ring at the bottom of your glass, in your food, a carriage ride etc. They’re all great ideas but he doesn’t think they suit the dynamic of your relationship. So, he’s going to enlist the help of Whitebeard Pirates and create an elaborate prank (that has a 50/50 chance of going wrong but also still working out exactly as he wanted).

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

He likes to call you hot stuff or baby. Initially, these nicknames resulted in a lot of teasing from the other whitebeard pirates but neither of you cared.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Whitebeard and a few of the other division commanders are the first to notice. I mean, it’s not that hard… He is constantly bringing you up in every conversation (if you’re not there) and if you are there, they can’t even get his attention for a moment. You have his undivided attention! It isn’t until Marco or someone says “You’re down baddddd, Ace” that he’s like HUH?

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

Ace loves PDA. He is all about kissing you in front of everyone else. So much so that you constantly get told to “get a room!”. Ace loves to show off his relationship with you to the whole wide world. He’s incredibly proud to have found someone that loves him wholeheartedly.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

Well, thanks to his devil fruit, his body temperature tends to run pretty warm, so you have your own personal heater.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Ace is romantic in his own way, that’s for sure. He expresses his love through teasing and jokes, but also through quality time. He’s big on that. Making sure all his attention is on you so you know just how much he loves you.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

He has so much faith in your ability to achieve your goals. He wants to be able to help you in any way he can, so if you come to him and ask for help, he would be absolutely ecstatic! Ace just wants to be a part of your success story (in the best way possible, I know some people only want to because then they get credited but that’s not why ace wants to do it at all! Nothing makes Ace happier than seeing those he loves achieve their goals).

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

Your relationship is already spiced out enough as it is. He’s got an extremely mischievous personality so is constantly getting up to god knows what, and some how always manages to drag you into it. If anything, your relationship could do with a little more routine (but you both are extremely happy with the way it is).

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Ace is an extremely empathetic individual. He understands a lot more than most, just how awful negative emotions can be (whether that’s sadness, insecurity, anger etc.). So he is quick to your aid whenever something seems to wrong.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

All relationships in Ace’s life are extremely important to him. He even values them more than his own life. Your relationship is no exception. You’ve shown him love, and accepted him for who he truly is, so there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you and he makes that very clear every single day.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

He knows all your food orders off by heart. And when I say all your food orders, I mean ALL of them. He knows your food orders for each of your different moods. He memorised them pretty quickly so that he could surprise you with food regardless of your mood.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

He is an extremely affectionate individual. Ace is practically attached to your hip at every possible moment. An arm will always be thrown around your waist or shoulders, and he literally wants to spend all day smothering you in kisses. He’s shameless when it comes to affection.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

He copes by talking about you to EVERYONE. He tells the crew stories about you (mind you these are stories not only that they’ve heard multiple times, but they were also there to witness themselves). It gets to the point where even Whitebeard is like “ya know what Ace, you can go visit them.”

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

As I said previously, all relationships in Ace’s life are extremely important to him. We saw what lengths he was willing to go to when Thatch was killed by Blackbeard, and you would be no different. In fact, Ace would be willing to do all of that and so much more, if it was for you.

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reluctanx · 3 years

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𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉 >> CLASS 1-B. || Fem!s/o

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: neito monoma, itsuka kendo, sen kaibara, ibara shiozaki, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, reiko yanagi, setsuna tokage

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 (𝙎) : n/a [?]

-Neito Monoma

!! 🧺 | he’s actually very sweet, just a bit playful with you

!! 🧺 | he cracks joke just to make you laugh because your smile means EVERYTHING to him

!! 🧺 | i’m pretty sure he’s a nerd at color theory and would ALWAYS point out how beautiful your eyes are. even if it has a darker shade, he just knows that it’s a beautiful color that he loves so much

!! 🧺 | he doesn’t let other people touch his bunnies besides kendo, you may also be the exception

!! 🧺 | overly dramatic because he knows you can’t possibly, truly handle his bullshit

!! 🧺 | his teenager crush on you is so adorable, because he’s always in denial. or refuses to admit he have a crush on you

!! 🧺 | seeing that you’re not comparing him to a villain because of his quirk, wether it’s a joke or not. you automatically gain a part of his trust and respect. deadass

!! 🧺 | he bullies people for a reason, and you better deal with that

!! 🧺 | very argumentative, trying to fight with him with controversial topics is useless

!! 🧺 | LET. HIM. TOUCH. YO. HAIR………. pls

!! 🧺 | even if he tries, he can’t keep up late at night. HE WILL fall asleep, so sometimes you’ll be left on read accidentally-

!! 🧺 | when texting… he’s a total different person omg

!! 🧺 | no because if your seat is next to his, he will pass you the answers for the math exam.. (don’t lie, i know you’re a total dogshit at this subject. )

!! 🧺 | he’s a real big fan of Vlad king so you better be prepared seeing some of his merch in his closet

!! 🧺 | seeing you in his clothes makes him feel weird. he’ll try to make fun of you but he’s just really flustered to look at cha’ i swear

!! 🧺 | it’s rare to see him swear, so when he do so.. dear god..

!! 🧺 | HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BODY SHAPE, SIZE OR WHATEVER, HE LOVES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE AND HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT

!! 🧺 | “you love me o’ sooo much it makes you look stupid.”

!! 🧺 | “don’t tell kendo about this, but i like you. for real.”

!! 🧺 | pronouns first with this man, pronouns = priority, pronouns respected. period.

!! 🧺 | he would be such a simp for you..

!! 🧺 | not obsessive or possesive, per se just jealous in a healthy way

!! 🧺 | “i’m literally a low quality version of bakugo.”

!! 🧺 | THEATRICAL, AS FUCK.

-Itsuka Kendo

!! 🧸 | SHE’S LITERALLY A SWEET HEART *SOBS SOBS*

!! 🧸 | she acts like your big sister sometimes.

!! 🧸 | she’s so shy and intimidated when she gets to date you bro..

!! 🧸 | your hero name? your hero costume? gives no shit, she find everything about you AMAZING.

!! 🧸 | you’re the little spoon, don’t prove me wrong, you’re the little spoon

!! 🧸 | she finds you so cute (especially if you have chubby cheeks, cause like uuuUhhh…)

!! 🧸 | she dresses you up when ya’ll get a girl days

!! 🧸 | she doesn’t know how to cook, depending on your cooking skills; either you get to cook or ya’ll order sum shit idk

!! 🧸 | she have a whole romantic cottagecore playlist dedicated for you whenever she thinks about you i swear.

!! 🧸 | you participates in her activity of : “knocking-down-neito-whenever-hes-been-an-ass”

!! 🧸 | can’t even afford to scold you the first time ya’ll meet, you’re so beautiful *sob sob*

!! 🧸 | if you’re in a social group space, you’re her favourite person, ya’ll are the duo of the friend group

!! 🧸 | “can’t sleep? that’s okay me too.”

!! 🧸 | picky, very picky eater. ya’ll may have trouble ordering something.

!! 🧸 | you’re the ticklish person, she’s the tickler. if you’re not, she’ll helplessly try to tickle you..-

!! 🧸 | “SPIDER, SPIDER!!”

!! 🧸 | your luck booster, i stg

!! 🧸 | she likes seeing you with fake cat ears, you look so adorable in her perspective

!! 🧸 | “LET’S WATCH A DISNEY MOVIE!!”

!! 🧸 | fast typer when texting.

!! 🧸 | you’re her angel, you are.

!! 🧸 | wants to be a make-up artist somedays.. so you better be ready and prepare to be a mannequin.

!! 🧸 | “you’re so weird *faces you* you’re so weird.”

!! 🧸 | 256 HOURS LONG OF TALK AND CHATS WHEN SHE ENCOUNTERS A LONG TIME FRIEND AT THE MALL

!! 🧸 | she wants to be a princess, your princess

!! 🧸 | SAY THAT YOU LOVE HER HAIR AND SHE WILL FLUSH

!! 🧸 | “why are you so pretty 🥺’

!! 🧸 | cottagecore lesbians :)

!! 🧸 | holding your hands + kisses + pecks on the lips, physical affection <<<<<<<<

!! 🧸 | gives you her stuffies, trust me she have LOADS of stuffies

!! 🧸 | BLUSHES SO HARD WHEN YOU WEAR HER CLOTHES

Sen Kaibara

!! 📢 | you don’t understand, the amount of love he holds for you is HUGE!

!! 📢 | fairly confident when he’s fighting by your side, you give him confidence..

!! 📢 | bad habits to compare your beauty with his

!! 📢 | trying to make him blush? oh honey, you don’t have to try once you have a relationship with him..

!! 📢 | his smile <<<<<<<<<<<<<

!! 📢 | usually quiet but tends to be talkative ONLY to you

!! 📢 | his heart beats faster and faster when you get close to him, but his face says 😐

!! 📢 | “kiss me already, dummy”

!! 📢 | really likes anime actually, ya’ll watch animes or read mangas sometimes :)

!! 📢 | *strokes strokes, scrubs scrubs your hair gently*

!! 📢 | thinks you look so cute in his clothes but doesn’t mention it

!! 📢 | secretly tries to get one of the things you crave for (an item, celebrity’s autograph idk sum shit)

!! 📢 | mockery against you? not on his watch.

!! 📢 | his love language is physical touch *sobs sobs*

!! 📢 | rubs your hand gently to calm you down when you feel anxious

!! 📢 | old times french love songs of edith piaf is his jam..

!! 📢 | hopeless romantic :c

!! 📢 | insecure? not on his watch,

!! 📢 | gives you his juice box to you and only to you

!! 📢 | you’re his first kiss

!! 📢 | BEST HUG GIVER

!! 📢 | the type to put your hair behind your ears

!! 📢 | “you’re my everything..”

!! 📢 | KISSES YOUR CHEEKS INTENSIVELY

!! 📢 | loves to feel euphoric, you make him euphoric

!! 📢 | you get the blower during summer lmao

!! 📢 | buys you loads of icecreams during summer

!! 📢 | go to the heater side during winter, right now, right here.

!! 📢 | everything you ask somethinh, he’ll answer instantly

!! 📢 | want something? dont worry, sen gotchu’

!! 📢 | SIMP

!! 📢 | wants to be someone truly meaningful to you

!! 📢 | you make him feel special for doing literally nothing

!! 📢 | he loves you, so so much.

Ibara Shiozaki

!! 🌱| literally the momo yaoyorazu of class 1-b but more theatrical

!! 🌱| you kinda just already knew that she have a preference for girls

!! 🌱| “mo- mother nature? what kind of silly things are you spouting out of that mouth of yours…”

!! 🌱| you are literally babied by her

!! 🌱| good baker and easily make your favorite dish/dessert

!! 🌱| you’re her top priority, and she carefully pays attention to you. deadass, she’s the type to wipe your mouth with her favorite tissue while she’s talking about a serious matter with her teamates bro

!! 🌱| she’s such a nerd in the rom-com industry, and gets pretty shy when you proceed to do something that is similar to a scene about one of her few rom-com movies. (ex: kadebon)

!! 🌱| she laughs so easily..

!! 🌱| “you’re so precious.”

!! 🌱| she showed all the symptoms of “crushing” back then, and you already knew that.

!! 🌱| everytime you hype her up, she smiles widely

!! 🌱| she’s so gift giving, she can’t leave you without giving you a gift first

!! 🌱| all the gifts you gave her stays safe and sound in her room

!! 🌱| “i might never be your hero, but i’ll be the winner of your heart.”

!! 🌱| she wants you to wear her clothes so ya’ll can match :)

!! 🌱| she’s quite wealthy, so she buys you some expensive gifts that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| always wrap her arms around you everywhere

!! 🌱| teases you but a lot

!! 🌱| she likes to do gardening stuff with you

!! 🌱| full knowledge on plants, every flowers she offers you was because of a characteristic that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| her efforts to be committed in your relationship is so visible

!! 🌱| always slips a little ‘I love you” everydays

!! 🌱| your love, affection and attention is enough to repay her for her consistent efforts.

!! 🌱| gets easily jealous but tries to hide it, but you obviously can tell due to her uncontrollable blush

!! 🌱| as she is so gift giving, you’ll try to argue with her saying she doesn’t need to give her this much gifts

!! 🌱| she gets overwhelmed when you make out of an exam/mission

!! 🌱| loves to give you a head massage while reading a book

!! 🌱| come and stargaze with her >:|

!! 🌱| kisses the back of your hand

!! 🌱| show you off when she have the chance to

!! 🌱| compared to what you may have assumed, she puts a lot of trust in her words when showin’ you off.

!! 🌱| “everyday and everynight, you make me happy just by thinking of your silly little face.”

!! 🌱| HELPS YOU WITH HOMEWORK

!! 🌱| SLEEPOVERS!!

!! 🌱| she felt insecure about her hair, so the fact that you had he audacity to pet her head made her fall inlove with you.

!! 🌱| gets genuinely confused when you laugh at her dramatic behavior

!! 🌱| her humor is kinda bad, so she may laugh at the stupidest thing ever

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

!! 🦈| oh boy, everything would be so wild with him

!! 🦈| you cannot leave the room without giving him a hug first

!! 🦈| awkward, like really

!! 🦈| “you’re the most coolest— beautifulest—…uuh.. person!”

!! 🦈| doesn’t academically succeed a lot, but puts a lot of efforts in his works. every praises you give him makes him smile

!! 🦈| makes you laugh without him knowing

!! 🦈| please, he probably starts to laugh when you start talking too fast because he doesn’t understand-

!! 🦈| in summer, he turns his arms into steel so you can grip against it (since steel is usually cold)

!! 🦈| probably have adhd

!! 🦈| loves to caress your cheeks

!! 🦈| sometimes kisses your little fingers for fun

!! 🦈| buddies to lover trope :D

!! 🦈| uses kaomoji than emojis

!! 🦈| his favorite song is teenage dirtbag

!! 🦈| he requires a good listener as his s/o, because he is a very talkative person and bring numerous topics and persons at the same time when talking to him

!! 🦈| “you’re extra-beautiful..”

!! 🦈| offers a fish related plushie

!! 🦈| shows off his abs for you

!! 🦈| two dumb hoes doing shit trope

!! 🦈| “you kinda remind me of an otter..?

!! 🦈| “wanna be a teenage dirtbag with me?”

!! 🦈| he calls you the popular girl of the school for a reason.. 😭

!! 🦈| calls you tetsutetsu junior when you wear his clothes

!! 🦈| openly admit that ya’ll are in a relationship to everyone

!! 🦈| is actually ticklish himself-

!! 🦈| loves to kiss your forehead

!! 🦈| loves to point out how cute you are

!! 🦈| definitely introduces you to fatgum and kirishima

!! 🦈| he can’t really came up with a petname.. so he’ll give you stupid ones

!! 🦈| as you can tell, he’s clearly not experienced but he tries, for you :)

!! 🦈| okay but power couple

!! 🦈| “if you steal the blankets, i am about to put my cold feets on you.”

!! 🦈| gets out of hands when he’s too excited

!! 🦈| gives you back hugs when you’re not feeling well

!! 🦈| best caregiver 🥺

!! 🦈| adores you

!! 🦈| play games with you :)

!! 🦈| sends you stupid note under the door whenever you’re taking a shit-

Reiko Yanagi

!! 👻|| you managed to get on her soft side when you told her that she wasn’t weird in any ways

!! 👻|| very quiet and patient with you

!! 👻|| really doesn’t wish to disturb or scare you, but she can’t let go of you — you were so nice

!! 👻|| when you tease her.. she’s a blushing mess

!! 👻|| you’re the only person she hangs most of her time with

!! 👻||she thinks that you’re so, so cool.

!! 👻|| doesn’t know how to react to all of your compliments, just knows how to cuddle

!! 👻|| she makes you listen to her favorite genre of music

!! 👻|| she tries her best to make your relationship with her dynamic as possible!

!! 👻|| with that say, praising is one of her top quality

!! 👻|| as much as she doesn’t know how to handle your praise, she can slap you back with her

!! 👻||”hey.. how abour we kiss? uh- um.. if- if you want to.”

!! 👻|| is actually a good kisser-

!! 👻|| her only way to calm you down was to kiss you when you get overwhelmed

!! 👻|| reiko is a really good listener and would literally listen to your 5 hours long story as she stare at you the whole time

!! 👻|| when you mention that her bags were really cool… good job bro, now she loves you

!! 👻|| SHE’S SO CLINGY, LIKE REALLY CLINGY

!! 👻|| unexpectedly good in video games

!! 👻|| “w-whoa.. i didn’t expected you to wear my clothes..you look adorable..”

!! 👻|| gets truly passionate when talking about paranormal facts

!! 👻|| she loves to play with the strands of your hair

!! 👻|| quality time <<<<<<<<

!! 👻|| would always remind you how beautiful you are

!! 👻|| once you have her sweater wrapped around your body, it’s officially yours now because she says so

!! 👻|| soft spokesperson with you bro..

!! 👻|| seems more confident when texting

!! 👻|| she loves taking pictures of you

!! 👻|| she probably wanted to make you visit the beach during the sunset

!! 👻|| she’s so proud of you..

!! 👻|| “oh, you deserve all of the praises of the world.”

!! 👻|| can’t even look at you in the eyes,, you’re so CUTE!!

!! 👻|| never leave you alone, never will or would

!! 👻|| always grips on your shirt so that you don’t get to be lost in a mission

!! 👻|| regularly checks up on you

!! 👻|| gives you LOADS of snacks during lunch

Setsuna Tokage

!! 🐊| COMMITTED IN THE RELATIONSHIP

!! 🐊| literally takes you out everywhere on ya’ll date

!! 🐊| don’t be shy, skateboard with her

!! 🐊| literally asks to be partnered up with you during the sport festivals

!! 🐊| will do everything for you

!! 🐊| have a reptile pet, you’re the only person knowing about that

!! 🐊| CHERISH YOU UNTIL SHE DIES

!! 🐊| “my sweet sweet pumpkin pie!”

!! 🐊| “let me kiss you until you can’t handle me anymore, darling.”

!! 🐊| she loves snuggling to your neck and leave soft kisses

!! 🐊| eyes contact is important

!! 🐊| you’re her favourite person

!! 🐊| ya’ll be ruining your sleep schedule for each other

!! 🐊| you guys always wear something that matches with the other (a hat, item, shirt.. etc.)

!! 🐊| setsuna announces her relationship with you to the class as if she proposed to you in a mariage

aight ya’ll, bye!

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space-kitten-606 · 3 years

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Warming Up

I am finished!!! I’m sorry if this turned out a bit weird but it was the best I could do. And honestly I don’t want to make it worse by adding minor tweaks that don’t even do much lmao Please enjoy your prize ~ @currentlyprocrastinating

Mc couldn’t believe it. During the hot summer months, she felt like she craved winter to come around, to cool down the outside world and make space for thick sweaters and hot chocolate, but even then, this was not what she had imagined at all. Just as the temperatures tanked, the bunker’s heater decided to abandon its purpose. It was bearable and quite funny for the first few days, but soon she was growing more than sick of icey nights and wearing coats even within the walls of the home she shared with her boyfriend and his sibling.

Saeyoung had been promising her for days that he was going to fix the issue soon, but it seemed to her he wasn’t in too much of a hurry to do so. Almost as if the situation didn’t bother him at all. At last, she managed to get the younger twin on her side that morning, and they both insisted on him not procrastinating repairing the heating any longer. He had agreed with a big pout, but did as he was told, disappearing to fix it right after breakfast.

Since then, the entire day had passed. Mc was curled up in bed, trying to use the thick blanked to shield her from the cold. It looked like he still wasn’t done. Was it really this hard to fix, or was he just not trying very hard because of how strict they had been with him this morning? She hated to admit it, but her suspicions were quite set on the second option. It wouldn’t be the first time for him to use a minor inconvenience against them, just to prove a point.

When she heard a set of footsteps approaching the bedroom door, she closed her eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep. If Saeyoung was really going to play a petty game like this, she was not just going to let him get away with it.

Tired from trying to figure out the issue with the heating, Saeyoung groaned. He was so sure he could fix it on his own, but whatever it was that was wrong with it, didn’t seem to occur to him. If he continued to have such problems figuring it out from the source, he might actually have to take the whole thing apart. Or call an expert. He huffed at the thought of admitting defeat like that. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? His attention shifted to the form wrapped up in their shared blanket. She really decided to turn in early today, he thought as he removed his shirt and pants before changing into his favourite pajamas. Mc had given them to him on their anniversary. Due to the dim light coming from his bedside table, he could see himself in the big mirror on their wardrobe. Plastered all over the top and the bottom of his pajamas, little longcat heads looked back at him, a cute smile on their round little heads. Silently laughing, Saeyoung stared at himself in the mirror, striking silly poses.

“Hacha ~”, he whispered, putting one hand on his hip and throwing the other in the air. A small noise from the bed caught his attention. Was that his favourite giggle just now?

Set on keeping up the pretense not to have noticed anything, he sighed, laughing at his reflection in the mirror. “Zenny got nothing on me.” Chuckling, he made eye contact with himself once more, finishing his little show off with a set of finger guns. “707, the defender of justice, serving looks even at night time!”

Smiling softly to himself, he walked to his side of the bed and put his head on his pillow. As cute as it was seeing Mc wrapped up like a little caterpillar, it was pretty cold. Granted, he had slept through worse, but he had to admit he had gotten quite used to being comfortable, especially at night.

“Mc?”, he mumbled softly, pulling at the blanket like a child at the hem of their mother’s shirt. “Mc, are you awake?”

As much as she enjoyed listening to him playing around just now, she was not yet willing to give up. If he didn’t put in the effort to fix the heating, he had to suffer from it on his own. Maybe that would motivate him to not play games any longer. Provided he was doing so. Saeyoung whispered at her a couple more times, but eventually fell silent. Did he just fall asleep? Opening her eyes a bit, she looked around. He did turn off the lights, but she wouldn’t dare to turn to him. How could he sleep in a cold room like this? She was still freezing, even covered so tightly in their blanket. Silencing her mind, Mc tried to listen for any cues. The room was dead quiet, except for her boyfriend’s deep breathing. He really fell asleep, just like that?! No way! She couldn’t believe it. He really was incredible. Mc sighed and tried to curl up some more. If he could sleep in the cold without a blanket, she should be able to just as easily. Especially since she had the advantage.

It took quite a while, but soon, she felt herself drifting away. With a long yawn, she let go of the last bit of tension keeping her awake. Finally, she was comfortable enough to-

A yelp freed itself from her throat as something ice cold traced over the back of her neck. In the span of a second, she was wide awake again, spinning around to defend herself from the sudden ambush. Her wrist was caught by an evenly cold hand before her hand could collide with her attacker.

“Oh look who’s up after all”, Saeyoung chuckled, his gleaming eyes reflecting the little light within the room.

Mc huffed. She knew he couldn’t see her face, but pulled a grimace anyway. “If I had been asleep I would’ve woken up either way.”

“So you admit you weren’t actually sleeping?”

“That’s-”, she could hear his mischievous grin through his voice, just the thought of it made her face heat up, “That doesn’t matter.”

“Really ~? I wonder what kind of face you’re making right now ~”, Saeyoung said with a playful humm.

“I am glaring at you.”

“Thanks for the honesty I guess”, he laughed, “You really are way too adorable, my sweet 606!”

Mc pouted into the darkness. “If you don’t stop I’m just gonna go to sleep again.”

“No, wait! At least share the blanket with me! ….I’m cold.”

“Is that so? You know what would help with that? Fixing the heating.”

Now pouting himself, Saeyoung blindly poked in the general direction of where he assumed Mc’s face would be. His finger collided with her cheek, and he left it there, pressing lightly. “I tried. I swear on my spaceship!”

Laughing, Mc unwrapped herself from the blanket and held it open for him to join her. “You better keep your ice hands and feet away from me.”

“Okay ~”, he mumbled, and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her to his chest.

They laid peaceful for a moment, until Mc felt the back of her shirt slipping up. She was just about to mumble in disagreement, when the cold fingers that touched her neck earlier wandered over her lower back.

Mc inhaled sharply at the sensation, pressing herself closer against him to get away from the cold.

“Traitor!!”, she hissed into his chest.

“You almost let me freeze to death….are you not going to warm me up?”

Shivering at the implication, she tried to hide her face from him even more. He may not be able to see it, but her hitched breath and the way she pressed her head against him, Saeyoung could easily tell what she must look like.

“That’s so unfair”, he mused ,”You’re already warm, but you just keep getting warmer and warmer against me. You almost feel like you’re burning up…”

Mc shook her head. “Not true…”

“Really…? So what if I do this…”

Saeyoung pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. As he kissed her over and over again, she felt the smile gracing his lips . Moving back a bit, his kisses trailed from her forehead, over her cheeks until finally reaching her lips. His lips moved slowly against hers as his fingers ran over her sensitive skin.Saeyoung knew her body like his own, moving his hands to all her favourite places, tickling and teasing. Feeling the electricity running through her body, Mc melted into his embrace. With a low growl, he moved on top of her, his kisses growing hungrier with every small noise coming from within her.

“You’re cheating…”

Saeyoung chuckled against her neck. The sensation made a shiver run over her spine and she could feel her mind drifting away as he kept attacking all her sensitive spots.

“Cheating or not..,” he murmured, his lips not leaving her skin, “Your whole body is on fire, is it not?”

Smirking proudly at his job, he continued kissing and nipping, eager to see the dark marks he’d no doubt leave behind by doing so. Mc was helplessly writhing beneath him, her desperate whimpers and moans filling the darkness.

“Is this why you won’t fix the heater?”, Mc sassed.

The question was finally enough to interrupt what he was doing. Laughing, he pushed himself up a bit.

“Not really, but I must admit it is a nice bonus.” Saeyoung cupped her cheek with his hand and lowered his voice. “Don’t worry...I’ll make sure to keep the both of us warm for the rest of the night….just leave it to me…”

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mystic messenger 707 #707xmc #707xreader #my writing

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salsdemise · 3 years

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idv body headcanobs...

Anon I have no idea what you meant by this lmao/nm

So i just went with their body types, like height and stuff.

Theres not all of them, only some lol (Luca, Andrew, Kevin, Emma, Emily, Antonio)

so sorry if these suck

word count: 800

Luca:

-He’s like 5’7, pretty lanky build?

-not too tall, not too skinny, more leg muscle than anything because, come on they ALL run like hell when a hunter is after them lmao

-I feel like he’s got a few scars on him from getting hit by hunters, maybe some more than others because he gets caught more often?

-little bit of arm muscle from hauling himself over walls and knocking some kinda heavy palettes over

-has definitely bitten through his lip a few times. Snaggle tooth n all, he’s fallen and had an accident once or twice

-as for his eye, you know the one that looks bruised, it keeps getting bruised, it’s not a long lasting one time bruise.

-He keeps getting hit by a hunter and they end up hitting him in the eye sometimes

-very steady person, steady hands when working/decoding, agile.

-not very warm or cold honestly, he’s the neutral.

Andrew:

-oh boy I haven’t thought or talked about Andrew in forever uh

-he’s tall. Like 6’8-6’9, not that tall really.

-he’s skinny, pale, sickly, as the wiki describes it.

-I feel like hes kinda shaky? Like almost all the time?

-forever a cold person. He’s cold to the touch.

-flinchy, doesn’t really like to be touched at all

-skinny, as mentioned above, but hes got some muscle under all those clothes i swear.

-he has to to dig that fucking quickly underground

-slouches a fuck ton to seem less intimidating(trust me being as tall as he is, people LOOK)

-pretty clumsy when vaulting , has def hit himself with a palette a few times

-he’s good on the red church map because I feel like he’s more familliar with that over all the other maps lol

Kevin:

-Probably about 5’10

-the most built out of everyone because he literally carries his teammates and BOLTS while doing so -he’s fuckig fast too-

-tan, probably has some weird tan lines somewhere

-def has a few bruises from his teammates hitting his body weirdly when he grabs them.

-once his leg gave out while he was in a match and carrying emma and he fell weirdly and she landed on him and his leg broke and some of emma’s tools jabbed him.

-has marks(scars, bruises) from the ox kicking him that one time.

- warm person, like a space heater sometimes. Doesn’t bug him but the other survivors are a little bothered.

(jake sent me a pic of cowboyboot rollerskates while i was writing this and im now adding, kevin wore these during a match once and got so fucking hurt, joseph pittied him and dropped him in the dungeon)

Emily: -5’6 and agile.

-generally a light woman, still strong enough to vault and knock over some heavy pallets though

-she’s a very serious person when it comes to matches, so theres no room for error

-steady hands when healing, messes up a little when decoding sometimes.

-I feel like she’s got cooler hands but the rest of her is like?? Room temp??yk?

-has a lot of thigh muscle from crouching down to heal herself and teammates

-has probably handled her needle wrong and stabbed herself a few times. Small or larger scars from how fast/what direction it was taken out lol

-her fingers are calloused from accidentally pricking herself so many times. Thats why she wears gloves.

-has lost a shoe on the sacred hearts hospital map and cut her food open.

Emma:

-def a little more roughed up than some of the others

-she’s like 5’9

-pretty strong, she does carry that tool box around a lot. And that time she,,yk,, carried that suitcase and that, probably pretty heavy, scarecrow on fire to distract leo.

-really fucking fast, she’s a kiter after all.

-has tripped a fair few times, has indeed eaten dirt.

-when i said she was a little more beaten up I meant it, she’s a kiter and hunters go for her so often

-vaults like a pro, keeps running right after

-has scars on her arms from moving wrong while taking apart the chairs

-I don’t have much sorry

Antonio: -HES LITERALLY FUCKING FALLING APART HELP

-he’s like 6’9 too

-once lost an arm during a match it was terrifying

-stumbling around most of the match

-isn’t he like...dead?

-well he’s fucking flexible so a lot of the people at the manor think he is

-he’s dead cold. Literally freezing

-fingers are also calloused because he plays the violin

-HE’S LITERALLY DEAD HELP

-He’s stepped on his hair before and his neck just kinda...bent

#idv grave keeper #idv prisoner #idv cowboy #idv doctor #idv gardener #idv violinist #antonio my beloved #luca idv

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Shots to the heart // Patrick Verona x Reader // fluff.

jokershyena asked: Okay I’ve been thinking about this, but hcs about Pat and the reader being together and his s/o is so infatuated she constantly snaps pics of him with a cute Polaroid and he knows but never says anything. Later he finds a little journal of hers and sees all the pics she took of him with cute captions, listing what they did that day or the moment of the picture, etc. it’s like the discovery of him finding out the reader loves him in a way? I feel like it would be so cute~

WC: 1, 072.

It’s no secret that Patrick Verona is gorgeous.

You know it. Pat knows it. The whole school knows it.

It’s also no secret that you love to take pictures of him.

Candid shots are your favourite, though of course you love asking Pat to pose for you.

He always plays into it, pulling the most attractive brooding faces, the sweetest of smiles…

“You’re such a pretty boy, Pat.” // “You think I’m a pretty boy?” // “The prettiest” is a common exchange between the two of you, and you both love it.

People who overhear the two of you having this conversation might think that it’s an ego thing, but you can hear the tint of insecurity in Pat’s voice… he truly does need to hear that he’s a pretty boy, that he’s more than his reputation.

Which, by the way, is really stupid and you both know it, but there’s little which can be done about it.

High school students are cruel.

But I digress -

I was staring at the GIF and forgot where this was going lmao.

You have a Polaroid and you adore carrying it around with you so that you can snap pictures of Pat whenever you feel the need to. Which is often.

Pat knows that you like to take pictures of him.

“What are you doing?” // “Taking a picture of you” // “Why?” // “I want to remember this, remember us."

You never expanded on what you meant, and Pat never asked. You’d tell him when you were ready, and not a moment before.

“Stop staring at me through the viewfinder. Your eyes are the best camera you’ve got, Y/N, why don’t you use those to look at me?” // “I can’t trust my eyes, Pat. You’re... you’re perfect.” - that stunned him into silence.

You didn’t tease him for it, though you could have done. Hell, in your shoes he would have done. You just kissed his cheek, snapped the shot, and went back to enjoying the moment between you.

Pat treasures every. single. compliment you give him. Every single one reverberates inside his mind when he’s not with you. You give him strength, you keep him going and nothing and no one will harm you when he’s around.

Those quiet moments during which you most snap pictures of Patrick are the ones when it’s just the two of you sat atop the bleachers (or underneath if you’re wanting a little makeout sess), in the courtyard or in his car, when you’re laying side by side underneath covers, your bodies intertwined because Pat is a koala and a heater and you adore his cuddles…

You like to capture them all. Sometimes when the pictures are all developed, you like to sit with a small stack of them in your hands before you put them in a small journal.

It always feels like you’re holding your life, your love, in your hands, all those precious memories and moments are yours to have and to hold…

One day, Pat found your journal.

You must have left it lying around on your bed or somewhere similar, not that it really mattered.

The two of you have been dating for a while, though no one has said those words yet, so he feels all right in opening up the journal to have a sneak peek, checking over his shoulders as his fingers deftly separate the pages...

Only to reveal a picture of him sat on the bleachers in a dark blue shirt, a white tank top underneath, his hands in his lap, curls billowing in the wind.

He looks so pretty here. He makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Safe. I feel at home with him.

The next page was a picture of him dancing on the stairs, his back to the camera.

Such a smooth dancer - I wonder what else those hips can do? ;)

A picture of him smiling, those dimples at the corner of his full lips... a picture of that same smile growing, his teeth flashing from between pink lips... a picture of him grinning now, his teeth pearly white...

I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him Patrick Verona is the Prettiest Boy Ever ♥️ Can I keep him, pretty please?

Pat’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widened and he dropped the journal back down onto the bed - he didn’t even know that he had picked it up.

How long had he been looking through your journal? When had he zoned out? But more importantly - these pictures dated months back. How had you sat on your truth for so long without saying anything? Why hadn’t he noticed? What now?

“Hey, Y/N?” Pat called for you over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off the the page he had just turned to - a picture of you kissing his cheek, your arms stretched out in front of you so that you could take the shot, your lips smiling against his skin.

“Yeah?” You heard him calling from the other room and you kind of loved how quickly you stood and made your way through the apartment to him. “Is something wrong, why are you - “

“No, nothing, it’s just - “ Pat held up your journal “Is this - do you love me, Y/N?”

You couldn’t have stopped the ‘duh’ look on your face if you had tried, and it made Pat chuckle as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in to kiss you soundly.

When you pulled away as the need to breathe became imminent, you slid your fingers into Pat’s hair and tugged so that the column of his neck was exposed.

You attached your lips to his neck and made it known that you loved him through your actions, your hands sliding down to his hips, your fingers gripping and kneading at his flesh as you pulled him closer.

“I love you, Patrick Verona.”

Patrick stiffened under your touch, your kisses, and he pulled back so that he could meet your eyes with his own. “I... I love you too, Y/N.”

The name Verona lay whispered in the space between you. It didn’t need to be spoken aloud; in between the shots of love could it be heard as clear as a bell.

Patrick Verona @jokershyena @loveletterstoledger @itsthejoker@royaleclownx @tsukiakarinobara @arianatheangelworld

#patrick verona #patrick verona imagine #patrick verona x reader #heath ledger #heath ledger x reader #heath ledger imagine #10 things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you imagine #10 things i hate about you x reader

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psycho-slytherin · 4 years

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Strangers ch. 41

Two weeks after finding the photo, you’re not doing well. Yoongi’s determined to change that.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: fluff, angst, idk anymore?

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“Y/n, you do have to go to class.”

You gulp. You’ve been dreading this call- and Yoongi is staring at you. “I know, Mom.”

Your mom sighs over the phone. “Are you planning on dropping out? You’re still registered for classes.”

You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself, refusing to look at the other person in the room. Yoongi’s sitting quietly, waiting for you to finish your call. “I-I’m not dropping out!”

“When I agreed to let you go to Seoul Arts, it was with the promise that you’d keep up your grades and partially support yourself with a job.” Your mother’s tone is sharp. “And, Y/n. Not or.”

You bite your lip, your hand trembling to the point where you almost lose your grip on the phone. “I’m acting- I’m making money.”

“For now. How far can you go without a degree?”

You inhale sharply. You can feel that familiar tightness spread throughout your chest. “Yes, Mom.”

“Oh, here you go again. Don’t ‘yes, mom’ me. I can’t fix your life for you, Y/n. You’re lucky I’m friends with the dean’s friend’s boyfriend’s sister. How else would I have found out you haven’t been to class in almost two weeks? It’s not like you would talk to me about these things.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“I’m serious, Y/n. I even tried calling Lisa to ask what was up with you, since you never answer my calls.”

Lisa. Your throat feels tight, and suddenly you can’t breathe. Luckily, your mother doesn’t notice your silence:

“I mean, she didn’t answer, but still! What about your exams, Y/n? You’re going to have to repeat the year! You might as well just come home.”

Your eye twitches at her words. “No.” You’re not going to go home– not now, not ever, and especially not while Lisa’s still missing.

You hear her click her tongue over the phone. It’s a sound more familiar to you than your own name. “Can you at least tell me why you haven’t been going to classes?”

You look up and meet Yoongi’s eyes. “It’s a long story.”

“I’m sure it is,” your mom says huffily, and you fight the sudden urge to hang up. “Well, that won’t do. I’m cutting you off.”

You blink hard, your throat dry. “What?” Surely it’s an empty threat– even with Moon Over the Sea, you can’t afford rent and the Seoul Arts tuition on your own. Your mother has to know that. “Mom, you can’t–” Yoongi must hear the anxiety in your voice because he catches your eye, asking a silent question.

“I can and I will, Y/n. Because this is what you wanted, right? You’ve done nothing but push me away.”

You can feel that yes, Mom on the tip of your tongue. And yet… “Because you were suffocating me!” You explode. “God, you’re even cutting me off just to control me, ‘cause you want me to crawl back home and admit I need you. You know what, Mom? You have the worst timing. Cut me off– maybe I will drop out, but I’m not coming home. I have bigger things to worry about.”

“Y/n L/n–” But you don’t hear the rest of her words, because you hang up with as much force as you can deliver to a touchscreen. Despite the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and your space heater on full blast, you feel the cold in your bones, and the muted panic that accompanies the familiar sensation.

“Y/n?” Yoongi says gently, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you whisper, curling up on your pillows.

“I wasn’t going to ask. I was just hoping you’d eat something.” He motions at the takeout he brought over hours ago, and which you’ve left untouched. You’ve barely moved at all, and if you weren’t such good friends with Yoongi you’d feel embarrassed for him to see you in this state.

Despite the fact that you’ve eaten nothing today, your stomach churns at the thought of putting the food in your mouth. “I’m not hungry.”

Yoongi sighs, pursing his lips. “Okay. Want to go outside?”

“It’s late.”

“That’s never stopped us.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“You haven’t been in the mood for more than a week.”

“I-” your head drops to rest on your knees. “She’s still missing.”

“I know, Y/n.” Yoongi reaches out gently, as though you’re a frightened deer, and begins rubbing calming circles on your back. “But living like this… you’re not helping anyone.”

You feel tears filling your eyes. “I’m not helping anyways. She’s missing, and I’m useless.”

“Thanks for bringing this in, Miss L/n,” Detective Kang said, sliding Lisa’s laptop into a labelled evidence bag. You felt a rush of guilt. Did it count as obstruction of justice when you were only trying to find out what happened? Yoongi had copied the photo to his phone- was that breaking the law? “So, has Lisa tried to contact you again?”

You shook your head. “Radio silence. I’ve tried calling and texting dozens of times– nothing’s getting through.”

“Okay. Please let me know if you hear anything from her. Adults aren’t considered as high-priority as missing minors, but…” Detective Kang stared intensely into the distance. “We’ll find your friend.” He turned away with the laptop under his arm, and at that moment you spoke up.

“There’s something else.” What was the redheaded girl who pushed you into the river doing on Lisa’s laptop? If she knew Lisa was connected to you… it meant that your best friend could be in real trouble.

Detective Kang was eyeing you curiously. “Go ahead.”

But if it turned out to be nothing… you would be in trouble for messing with her computer. And– shit– so would Yoongi. “Nothing. Slip of the tongue.”

“Alright. Ms. L/n, I’m sure Lisa is safe. The most important thing is that you leave this to the professionals.”

And now, two weeks after turning the laptop in, there’s been no word from Lisa or Detective Kang. After unlocking Lisa’s computer during that movie night, you began seeing the redheaded stranger around every corner, and leaving your apartment has become more and more difficult; what if she finds you and tries to finish what she started? All you know is that Lisa and the redhead are connected, which puts both you and your best friend in danger. After all, the first time the stranger attacked you was before you and Yoongi’s fake relationship. Who knows what she’d do now?

You’ve stopped attending classes altogether– leading to the argument with your mother– and you know you should return, but you can’t bear to go back to the place where you and Lisa spent so much time together. You haven’t even begun looking for a new manager.

“Want to watch a movie?” Yoongi says eventually, clearly noticing you’ve gotten lost in your thoughts again.

“I’m good.” You rub your eyes, suddenly exhausted. “You should go home, Yoongs.” If your mother really has cut you off, you’ve got a lot to think about– and some choices to make. For some reason, Yoongi remains motionless.

“Do you remember the last time you didn’t take care of yourself, Y/n? You ended up in the hospital.”

His words send you tumbling back to the night, that night when you fainted after kissing him. The boys had visited you, and then Lisa stopped by, and then you were discharged, and…

“We wanted to deliver a message,” the redhead had said. “A message from the rest of us: you’re not welcome.”

And the push, the water, the cold, the blood, the cold, and Yoongi…

“Y/n!” You’re jerked back to the present when you feel a callused hand rest on your own. “Hey, take a breath. You’re safe.”

Are you?

Yoongi continues. “I just meant I was worried about you, dork. You’re not eating. I don’t want you to pass out again.”

You look at Yoongi, and you can’t help but long for the relaxed days before, well, everything. Before Lisa disappeared. Before you got messed up in the head. Before Twitter decided it wanted your blood. When you and Yoongi could be yourselves and enjoy your friendship without so many invisible barriers.

Although before… you admit to yourself, I was lying to him. Now you’ve told him the truth, and everything’s gone wrong.

“I wish…” You slump forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. Even though you haven’t left your bed today, your limbs feel drained of energy. But Yoongi’s warm, and he smells like cinnamon. “I wish we could go back.”

“Oh, Y/n-ie.” Yoongi resumes rubbing your back, his hands and voice impossibly gentle. “I wish I could take your pain away.”

“No, I-” you swallow thickly. “You’ve done so much for me, Yoongs. If only I were stronger.”

“After everything you’ve been through, the fact that you’re still here makes you stronger than I’ll ever be.” He chuckles as though he’s touched on some inside joke.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just reminds me of some lyrics I’m writing. I think you’ll like-” Yoongi’s interrupted by his buzzing phone on your covers. He glances at the screen briefly, then does a double take, his eyes widening. “Ah- I gotta go.”

“O-Oh.” You watch as he stands quickly, nearly knocking your curled-up form over. “Is everything alright?”

“Yep.” Yoongi pauses. “Just a BTS meeting. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Please eat something.”

You bite your lip. You know his work is important, and you can barely believe he’s even managed to spend this much time with you when he’s so busy being a part of the biggest band in the world. Still, to be alone again in such a silent world… You grit your teeth and force a smile in response to his hurried farewell. The door clicks shut behind him and before long, your only companions are the yet-unending stream of notifications. They’ve gotten better, but you’ve long since accepted your status as ARMY villain:

@k-news: according to #MOTS costar @cutie-jeongyeon, @yourname has missed three days of filming. Trouble in paradise for #YoongiAndYn?

@superarmylockXO: torn between wanting yoongi to be happy and wanting to protect him from @yourname hzksdfkskdf #YoongiAndYn

@jinswitchybitch: why is anyone still hating @yourname lmao even @captainkookie21 left her alone so let them date #IdolsArePeopleToo

@namtiddieswhore: I’ve stayed out of the #YoongiAndYn discourse so far but no one can tell me @yourname is not totally toxic for #SUGA! She’s using him for fame I want to vomit :,( still excited for #MOTS tho

You’re too tired to summon the anger that you used to respond to that hater on the last day you saw Lisa, the anger that nearly led you to hit Jeongyeon. You’re too tired to feel anything except cold. And when your eyes at last flutter closed, your dreams are filled with swishes of dyed red hair, rushing water, and Lisa’s whispers.

~~~

Yoongi has barely stepped out of Y/n’s apartment before he presses his phone to his ear. “Hey.”

The reedy voice of an old friend makes him smile. “Hey yourself, Gloss.”

“You know that’s not my name anymore, D.” Yoongi chuckles as he walks out of the front door of Y/n’s apartment complex, spotting the car already running on the darkened street. He slides into the car and the chauffeur nods at him, waiting for a direction.

“Yeah, as if I’m gonna call you Suga.”

“Yo, you said you got what I needed?” Yoongi asks D.

“Hell yeah. Man, it’s been ages since I got to do shit like this, thanks for the call.”

“Thank you, dude. I’ll send the money to your account tonight. What’s my location?”

D tells Yoongi the address he’s been waiting for, and the chauffeur pulls away from the curb. “Gloss, bro, why’d you want to know? Who’re you fucking around with?”

“Nothing important… but I’ll throw in an extra five hundred if you can track a phone number for me.”

“Sheesh, man, whatever you want. I remember when you didn’t even have fifty to throw around, let alone five hundred.”

Yoongi smiles. “I’m the same kid from Daegu, D.”

“I know that… how about the rest of the world?”

“Text me when you’ve got what I need. I’ll send you the number.”

It’s nearing midnight by the time Yoongi tells the driver to stop, about a block away from his goal. The address is close enough to the edge of Seoul that single-family homes have begun taking over apartment buildings. He pulls a mask over his nose and mouth, his glasses and hat completing the incognito look.

“Get ready to leave as soon as I come out,” he instructs the driver. “And if I’m not back in half an hour, call the bodyguards to come find me.”

The driver nods affirmative, and Yoongi takes a deep breath. He has to do this- for Y/n. The couple minutes he takes to walk from the car to the front door are all he needs to reassure himself of that. He knocks three times on the door, checking that the address is the same.

The door at last swings open, and a sleepy voice rings out. “The fuck…? It’s so late!”

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. The girl who answered the door matches the photo on his phone. Dyed-red hair, thin lips, double eyelids. So it must be…

“Hello.” Yoongi places a heavy hand on the door to keep the girl from closing it on him. “Nice hair. You must be Seoyeon… and I think it’s time we chat about a mutual friend.”

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The Difference Between Boys & Girls | o8

summary: Sam & Erin are university students who share a cheap one bedroom apartment above a shitty takeaway restaurant. Due to the limited space, they’ve grown accustomed to sharing just about everything, including the occasional kiss.

pairing: Jung Hoseok (Samuel Park) feat. Park Jimin (Brian Yi) x Named OC characters: meet the cast.

genre: angst, smut, fluff word count: 8k chapters: o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14 warning: boyfriend!hoseok, jealous!hoseok, painter!jimin, friends to lovers trope, college au, angst, sexual themes, slow burn, arguing, pining, kissing, light groping.

a/n: i am once again asking for your opinions lmao. just so i know if i should continue to put effort into uploading these chapters...

Nearly a week had passed since the blow-up and Brian and Erin still hadn't hadn't spoken face to face. That wasn't due to a lack of trying, however, especially on Brian's part; he called incessantly, texted her whenever his phone was in his hands and even found the time to email a five-page apology explaining his actions. Everything short of showing up at her apartment which he would have done in a heartbeat if he wasn't so unsure about Erin wanting to see him since she barely picked up his calls or replied to his messages. Her excuse was that she was busy with things and not deliberately ignoring him since she was hardly as angry as she was last week but Brian could tell that she was only telling him a small part of the reason why she was making herself so scarce.

He had reason to be skeptical but Erin truly had been busy these past few days, her classes may have been on hold for the winter but she still had a job to hold down and extra hours to pick up since she wanted to earn as much as she could during her last winter break from school. Most of her time, though, had been being put into avoiding Sammy who up until last month she would have dropped any and everything to spend time with. Erin assumed life would continue on as normal after their discussion about her fight with Brian and Sammy confirming that she was nothing but a sister to him and basically crushing any and all hopes she had of him taking her against one of the walls of their apartment to small, tiny pieces. Her assumptions couldn't have been any further from the truth, life between Sammy and Erin somehow managed to become awkward and tense in the wake of their non-confession.

Mornings that often consisted of them sharing the duties of making breakfast and light-hearted conversations became nearly silent and filled with boring small talk to fill the dead air until someone could think of an excuse to leave the apartment. In the afternoons when they shared the TV in the living room they took up opposite ends of the couch instead of snuggling closely together and the one time they both accidentally reached for the remote at the same time Sammy flinched back so hard Erin thought he would flip out of his seat. Everything was becoming so confusing to her and the entire situation reeked of deja-vu because Erin was certain they'd gone through and gotten over this exact phase of awkwardness in their teen years. The tension and awkward energy that Erin hated all those years ago settled between them again, and this time, it returned with a vengeance that threatened to only get worse f they continued to ignore the elephant in the room like they were currently doing.

Erin's dazed expression softened when the soft chirp of her cell phone made her pay attention to the world around her again instead of falling further into her own thoughts. She smiled brightly when she read that the message she'd received was from Kasey and not Brian, she really did want to talk to him but there was only so much poetic text messages and elaborately worded apologies she could handle before it started to get annoying. That and she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to say to him yet. Erin's fingers were working over her digital keyboard so diligently she hardly noticed when Sammy silently sauntered into the kitchen until he opened the fridge and her head snapped up.

"Oh! You startled me."

"Sorry, E" Samuel turned around to respond before immediately putting his head back into the refrigerator when Erin smiled and shook her head.

"That's alright....." She said timidly, "You must have been cold last night, the heater broke down at like one in the morning." Sammy grunted to show that he agreed as he began gathering eggs and other various ingredients.

"I expected to wake up with you next to me this morning," Erin commented with a stilted chuckle.

She actually waited up for him to join her when she felt the shift in temperature but to her surprise the door never so much as cracked open.

"Oh...well I just used the electronic blanket. It kept me warm enough."

"Cool...cool." Erin nodded slowly, "We could have shared if you want, I know I give you shit about it sometimes but I really don't mind sharing the bed with you."

There was a noticeable pause in both Samuel's response and his movements before he turned around and faced the area where Erin was seated, he was looking down instead of directly at her but it was a start at least.

"I...don't think we should be doing stuff like that anymore. I mean I know there's nothing behind it but you've got a boyfriend now and he's already getting the wrong idea about our relationship. It would probably be easier if we just didn't do that kind of stuff."

He didn't wait for Erin to agree or disagree with him before turning back to continue making breakfast for himself as if he hadn't just made a decision that involved both of them without even bothering to ask Erin's opinion. If he had he would have known that Erin had no intentions of changing the dynamics of their relationship just because it may have made her boyfriend uncomfortable. He would have known that her friendship with Sammy was currently more important to her than Brian's feelings, it sounded harsh but it was a fact that Erin had no probably admitting. He would have also known that Erin was never going to stop treating Samuel with the same amount of kindness and affection she'd been showing him since they became friends, and what exactly did he mean by 'stuff like that'? Bed-sharing? Casually snuggling up on the couch together? Touching in general? Showing each other any form of genuine affection? Because these were all things that seemed to stop abruptly from Sammy's end since last week and there was no way Sammy could have thought he was making anything "easier".

"Right...well. I should get going I'm filling in for another assistant today and they'll kill me if I'm late again."

Erin showered, got dressed and left for work without saying another word towards her roommate, apart from a barely audible 'See you' as she slipped out the front door and left him vegetating on the couch. Samuel's little proposition was still irritating her but she didn't have the luxury of allowing him to be her sole focus for the rest of the day since covering for a secretary who worked on a different floor involved completing tasks on a schedule that Erin wasn't used to and dealing with people she never had to speak to before. They weren't used to her and she wasn't used to them so it made an already stressful and annoying day even more stressful and annoying. Erin's one moment of reprieve came in the form of a fruit and cookie basket delivered to her office building from someone who only wanted to be identified as 'a fool who is still sorry'.

She sighed and smiled to herself as she signed for the gift and tried to avoid curious stares of the office ahjummas while she brought it back to her temporary desk. Her lunch break was delayed a few minutes by a copier emergency but once Erin was finally free of her responsibilities she gathered up her gift basket and headed for break room to thank the 'fool' that sent it.

There were a few seconds of static and shuffling before she could hear his voice clearly as if he'd dropped the phone while trying to answer it "Erin is that you?"

She nodded even though he couldn't see her and grinned at the noticeable inflection in his voice when he said her name. "Yeah, it's me."

"It's good to hear your voice. Did you get the gift basket?"

"I did, I'm eating right now so I wanted to call and say thanks. I also wanted to know if you'd be free tonight? Maybe we could meet after I get off from work?"

"My schedule will always free for you, Erin," Brian said and Erin could tell he was smiling despite not being ale to see him. "Should I come by your apartment?"

"No! Your place isn't that far from where I work so I'll just meet you there, is that okay?"

"Of course, it is. Are you eating now?"

"Mhm"

"Okay...uh." Brian stumbled through his sentence and cleared his throat to shake the nerves from his shoulders before he tried to speak up again. "I'm, um, I'm down the street from your building and...."

"And...?"

"...Can I see you?"

There was a slight rasp of desperation in his voice and Erin found herself unable to shut down his request outright. Even though her mind had been preoccupied with the whole Sammy situation Erin had to admit that other parts of her had missed seeing Brian in the week that she had been avoiding him.

"I would really like to see you Brian, but I only have a few minutes left for lunch and I'm really hungry."

Brian's short laugh was dulcet and surrounded Erin in a warm embrace as she sank back into the chair she was seated in and debated whether or not sneaking downstairs for a few moments would be worth the reprimand.

"Okay, if I can't see you then can we talk for the rest of your break?"

Erin hummed a 'yes' with her mouth full grapes.

"How has your day been going so far?"

"Ugh, aggravating. I'm covering for someone works on a different floor and I guess my Korean is getting worse because everyone keeps trying to speak to me in English."

Brian chuckled again, "Your Korean is perfect, maybe they just want to practice English?"

"Well they should pay for a tutor, I don't work for free."

They both shared a laugh and for a short moment the uncertainty between them was forgotten, there was still so much that needed to be said from both of them but for the remainder of their conversation, until Erin was reminded for the second time that she wasn't being paid to sit around, things were comfortable and easy. No dead air that neither party knew how to fill or awkward pauses where Erin had to think about what to say next. It was simple and pleasant and exactly what Erin needed.

Erin managed to hang up and get back to her desk before her temporary supervisor had the chance to sneak up on her again. Her little chat with Brian perked up her attitude and even though her coworkers were still being annoying and halfway mixing English into their requests for no reason, Erin was floating on cloud nine as the hours winded down. The minute the clock passed 6 O'clock she was up and out exiting the building before anyone had the chance to ask her to stay any later. Usually, she would have stopped off at home to change her outfit and see Sammy before heading anywhere else after work but Erin didn't know if she had the stamina to weather another dry conversation with him and she was inexplicably excited to see her boyfriend. Well, boyfriend may have been too heavy of a term for their current status but the ambiguity of their relationship didn't hamper Erin's excitement as she pulled up in the front of Brian's building.

Her excitement was overcome with nervousness when she noticed him pacing back and forth a few feet away from his door. She chuckled and shook her head from side to side, honestly Erin didn't know why she hadn't expected him to be waiting for her on the street. His hair was disheveled and the orange locks that grazed over his forehead were beginning to fade into a deep auburn that seemed to compliment his skin in a much softer way than the sharp orange. Erin thanked the driver and adjusted her skirt and blazer as she exited the taxi, as she looked down at her outfit she slightly wished she had gone home to change into something cuter but it was much too late for that.

Brian's expression lit up when his head swiveled in Erin's direction, much like a lost puppy being reunited with it's family after a long absence. He remained silent, they both did, not saying anything as they both slowly moved toward each other until they were toe to toe and face to face with apprehensive smiles spread across both of their lips.

"Hey you," Erin was the first to speak and twiddle her thumbs together.

"Hi," Brian answered and shoved his hands into his pockets, exhaling a breath he had been holding in since he first saw her step out of the cab.

Erin nodded a few times and pressed her lips together tightly, she had role-played exactly how she wanted this conversation to go on the ride over but being here in the moment made everything she had in mind to say seem totally wrong.

"So, uh. I know I've been kind of distant lately" Erin started off "And I really didn't mean to be, I've just been thinking about a lot of things lately and I needed some time to mull over things by myself."

Brian ducked his head and caught Erin's gaze, making her look up at him while she continued speaking.

"I was really upset by what you said at that moment- and I know that you're sorry about it, you don't have to say it anymore," She interjected when Brian opened his mouth undoubtedly to apologise again. "But once I had some time to think about it I realised that I may have overreacted a little bit. Sammy and I are very close and we have been for so long I guess I'm just so accustomed to our friendship that I don't understand how it could be perceived in the wrong way. So I'm sorry for not seeing things from your perspective, that wasn't fair of me."

Brian smiled, warmly and broadly as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and gingerly stroked Erin's arms, drawing her closer to his body slowly until she was completely pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around her lithe frame tightly.

"Thank you," He muttered into Erin's hair and giggled softly when a few curly locks tickled his nose as he inhaled her perfume.

Her arms encircled his waist and Erin snuggled her face deeply into his upper body as he laughed, the vibrations that rumbled beneath his chest and trembled her cheek made her chuckle and look up.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Your hair, it tickles me," Brian answered and pushed a few curls away from her forehead then grazed his palm against her cheek and cradled her jaw in one of his hands. The laughter in his tone tapered off as his thumb lightly brushed over Erin's bottom lip and the heat beneath her skin flared up. "Erin?"

"Yeah?" She breathed.

"Can I kiss you?"

Erin nodded quickly and the grip on he had on her jaw tensed as Brian brought her face forward until their lips connected and Erin found herself physically restraining from moaning right there on the public sidewalk. Her fingertips pressed deeply into his hips as their heads tilted to opposite sides to allow them to deepen the kiss and when the tip of his tongue tentatively swiped over her bottom lip Erin definitely lost the battle of remaining silent so not to draw any more attention to them from anyone passing by. A soft and sultry moan purred at the back of Erin's throat when she felt his teeth playfully tug against her lip, Brian mirrored her enthusiasm and gently massaged his tongue against her own. When she felt his hands move downward from her jaw and completely bypass the rest of her body to place a firm grip on her hips Erin instantly pressed her hands against his chest to put the breaks on their make-out session and bring them both back to reality. Brian looked confused at first but it only took a few seconds for him to remember where they were which made him blush and bury his face into Erin's neck.

"Sorry," He chuckled but still playfully nibbled on Erin's skin before picking up his head to catch her eyes "I just missed you."

"I missed you too," Erin answered, and she honestly had missed him; especially kissing him. "But that reminds me I wanted to talk to you about something else."

"O-okay, well let's go inside."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," She chuckled and grabbed his hand, "Why don't we take a walk?"

Brian nodded, intertwined their fingers and began leading them in the opposite direction of his studio. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Us," Erin stated simply then pressed her head against his shoulder, "I think we should start taking things between us a little slower. I don't regret sleeping with you but during my reflection I kind of realised that we don't really know that much about each other and I would like to see where things go with you so we should put more effort into getting to know each other better instead of kissing. Even though you're really good at it."

Brian laughed and nodded when she was finished speaking "I understand that," he replied once he stopped chuckling, "I think that's a good idea but um, does that mean no more kissing?"

"No, we can still kiss. But no more sex, for now."

"Aw," Brian pouted and Erin swatted his shoulder. "I can agree to that. We can start now, I've been wondering what you plan on doing when you graduate."

"We haven't talked about that?" Erin asked and Brian shook his head "Oh, I want to be an English professor. I know it's kinda cliché being a foreigner and everything but I really enjoy teaching."

"Have you taught before?"

"Not by myself but my mom used to teach English for a few years when I was in high school and I would help her out with her classes sometimes, like a teacher's assistant. There's something so unfathomably satisfying about watching someone learn something, I love that feeling. It's actually kind of funny because I used to hate going to work with my mom, her kids were so...curious."

Brian grinned and glanced over at Erin, he enjoyed the way her eyes appeared to light up whenever she mentioned teaching, "Curious or nosy?"

"Both? They were more curious than nosy in the beginning. I remember the very first day I came to help grade papers a little girl who probably couldn't have been more than 6 or 7 asked me why I was so dark if my mom was white and I honestly did not know what to tell her. You've never seen my mom but she has really fair skin for a black person and she keeps her hair straight so all of her kids thought that she was white and that I was adopted or lying about being her daughter." Erin laughed "And annoying as that was I think that made me realise that I wanted to teach for the rest of my life. Some of the kids that my mom taught had never seen someone that looked like me before or read any of the books that we went over, but for the short time that they were with me their horizons were broadened and they realized that there's a big world out there that extends beyond their town or city. I don't know, I just like the thought of that.

"That's so compassionate, you're going to make a great teacher. You're graduating in few months right?"

Erin nodded.

"Do you know where you're going to be working?"

"No" She sighed dramatically and hunched her shoulders downward "Well that's not true, there's an international school in Busan that offered me a position but I want to stay in the city, I've gotten accustomed to being so close to Seoul I don't want to give it up. I have been looking, though, so hopefully someone in the city will be willing to take a chance on me. I feel like I've been talking about myself for hours tell me something about you; why did you become an artist?"

"Oh my story isn't really interesting" Brian deflected with small grin "My grandmother was a painter and she took care of me a lot since my parents worked a lot, some of my best memories are of me sitting on her lap watching her put strokes on a canvas that eventually turned into beautiful works of art. I've always been a creative person but if it wasn't for my grandmother and her encouragement I probably would have just ended up working for my father's company."

"That's sweet, she must be so proud of you now."

"She was....she was my biggest fan until she died a few years ago."

Erin frowned and rested her free hand against his arm, "I am so sorry."

"It's okay, I've come to terms with it now. She's been the inspiration for a lot of my pieces so I feel like that's her way of watching over me."

Erin nodded and squeezed his hand between her palm for reassurance. They continued their leisurely stroll with light conversation since the mood had become decidedly more solemn after Brian spoke about his grandmother. Erin informed him about what she'd been up to in the week she was avoiding him, which hadn't been much more than working and stressing about her exam results. Brian apparently had a gallery showing coming up at the end of the year that was taking up quite a lot of his time and he inadvertently mentioned that he had skipped a meeting with the art director tonight so that he could be with Erin. Which, of course, made Erin stop in her tracks and convince him to leave and reschedule his meeting while he still had the chance to.

"Brian, I'm serious you should go. I can get home by myself."

"But I-"

Erin grabbed his cheeks and pulled his face close to her own "Don't worry about me, or us I'm not mad at you anymore but I will be if you lose this opportunity just to hold hands with me," She pecked him on the lips then backed away. "Go."

Brian obviously had more he wanted to say but it was clear that Erin wasn't backing down since she was already calling a taxi, so he exhaled and admitted defeat. "Call you tomorrow?" He asked with a quick kiss on her cheek.

"I'll try to pick up" She joked and waved goodbye once he was darting back in the direction of his studio with his cell-phone already pressed to his ear.

There was an unusual amount of traffic in Brian's part of town so it took nearly an hour for Erin to get home but was she was her shoes came flying off and her jacket and blazer were both peeled off her shoulders and pooled on the floor near the front entrance. She could hear the sounds of the television before she even saw Sammy sitting on the couch being mesmerized by the box, he was still dressed in the sweats and t-shirt she'd left him in this morning which seemed unusual.

"You didn't go to work today? I thought you were on the schedule," Erin asked as she flopped down on the couch.

"I wasn't," He responded, offering Erin a small lazy smile as she sank down into the cushions a few seats away from him.

Then it was silent again, background noise from the TV made it only slightly less awkward but Erin still felt like peeling her own skin off just to give them something to talk about.

"I think I'm going to bed" She yawned after a few more seconds of unbearable stillness "Have a good night Sam."

Samuel grunted as she got up, still staring at the TV. His hand reached to the side to grab her wrist once she standing, his hold on her wrist was delicate and somewhat modest as if the was the first time he'd ever touched her and that made Erin raise an eyebrow in question.

"Don't forget we have rehearsal for the showcase tomorrow, don't sleep in."

"Yeah, I remembered" Erin agreed and Sammy released her wrist.

"Good night Erin."

Sweaty skin and the sound of overlapping gasps for air made the atmosphere humid in the small, cramped studio that Erin and Sammy currently occupied. Heavy droplets of sweat rolled down Sam’s neck and glided over his chest, making the thin fabric of his tank top cling to his taut skin as he cinched his arms around Erin’s waist in a hold so tight Erin wondered if she would be able to breathe. She answered his action by looping one of her arms around, the other securely gripping his shoulder as her right leg slowly inched upwards against his thigh. For just a moment the music playing softly in the background paused leaving the studio devoid of any sound other than Erin and Samuel's breath mingling until Erin made the foolhardy mistake of making eye contact with Sammy, which caused him to choke on his own spit and stumble backward - bringing Erin down to the ground with him.

"Sammy what the hell!" She exclaimed, clamoring to get up.

“Sorry,” Sammy muttered from beneath her “I-I lost my footing.”

Erin knew he was lying but didn't point it out, she scoffed as he once again tried to avoid looking at her directly, this time whipping his head in the opposite direction when she rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever,” Erin grumbled, “Can we just get this done so I can go?” Erin was well passed the point of trying to make Sammy behave normally with her, he had become more and more reclusive, secretive and just plain weird over the past few days. All her attempts at communication were ignored and honestly Erin was just too annoyed to try anymore. It hurt her, naturally, Sammy was and still remained a very large part of her life and even the idea of him refusing to have a real conversation with her made her throat tight. But she couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to do and Erin was slowly beginning to accept that. Perhaps their friendship had just run it’s course.

“Y-yeah, I’ll start the song again” Sammy replied while pushing himself to his feet. He brushed past Erin slowly enough for her to notice the small bruise starting to form on his bicep. Without really thinking, Erin reached out to stop him and gently ran her fingertips over the small area of his skin that was beginning to turn colour. It was a simple action, only meant to show concern for the pain he was probably experiencing, but the way Samuel reacted to her touch one would have thought that Erin had stabbed him in the back. He flinched tremendously and took a giant step backward to create an ample amount of space between them. This was the last straw.

“Ok, that’s it. What the fuck is going on with you?” Erin yelled and moved forward, completely ignoring his attempt to back away from her.

“What are you talking about-? Nothing’s wrong.” Samuel squeaked in response, eyes shifting to the side.

“Don’t lie to me Sam, you’ve been sulking around the apartment and jumping out of your skin every time I so much as look at you. If nothing's going on with you then why are you acting so weird?”

Sammy parted his lips to deny her suspicions again but Erin narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips tightly together, making him rethink the lie he was about to tell her and forcibly sigh instead.

“I don’t know if I should tell you...” he finally muttered, making Erin raise and eyebrow.

“Tell me what?”

He looked away from her again, this time in order to wrap his knuckles around the circumference of a nearby barre. Erin was growing less annoyed and more concerned the longer they stood in science, she could tell that whatever he had neglected telling her was still weighing heavy on his conscience.

“I-I…..I dropped out of college a few weeks ago” Sammy answered after taking a few deep breaths. Erin’s expressions shifted almost instantly, her eyebrows that had been knitted together in anger were now raised as highly as they could go and her jaw was completely slack.

“You….did...what?” She queried in a horrified whisper.

Erin always believed that Sammy and his siblings were lucky to grow up with such easy-going parents compared to her other Korean friends. She had heard much too many horror stories from her former classmates about their parents setting unrealistically high goals for them when it came to their education and plans for the future. Sammy’s parents didn’t seem to have quite the same viewpoint. Of course, they cared about their boys having a quality education but the strive for knowledge and thirst to be number one would never come before their mental health and happiness.

As easygoing as they were, however, it was always an unspoken expectation that their children would attain a degree. It didn’t matter what they majored in but there was just no way you could be a member of the Park household and not go to college. Or even worse, get into to a university and drop out halfway through. Erin suddenly understood why her roommate had been such a tool to live with lately, he was going through a life-changing crisis and she didn’t even know.

“Have you lost your mind?! Why would you drop out of college?”

“I never want to be an engineer E!” He shot back “I knew on my first day that it wasn’t for me but I pushed through because I thought it would get better, but that feeling only got worse and worse until one day I just snapped. I felt like I was on the brink of having a meltdown so just packed all my shit up and ran out of class.”

He was mumbled through his entire explanation, bottom lip quivering and the moisture in his eyes daring to betray him and fall any second if he kept speaking; which made Erin tear up immediately. In her heart, she felt that this was quite possibly the stupidest decision he’d ever made but it wouldn’t be right for her to tell him that. Not now, anyway.

“Sam,” Erin said softly, reaching upwards to place her palm against his cheek so that he was looking at her “Sammy why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you work through this.”

Sam sighed sharply and shook his head “That’s exactly why I didn’t say anything to you. You’ve known exactly what you wanted to do with your life since, what? Middle School? You had your reasons to push through the rough patches but what do I have? I don’t care enough about being an engineer to put myself through that Erin, I just won’t do it.”

A huff of air passed through Erin’s parted lips as she stared upwards into her best friends eyes. They were wet and still a little red from the possibility of him crying but they never wavered. He was serious about this and Erin was sure that no amount of lecturing on her behalf would make him change his mind. So she didn’t say anything else, she lowered her hands so that they met each other and locked behind his back and smothered her face into his chest. He was still hesitant to be so close to her, it seemed, but after a few moments he returned the gesture and pulled Erin flush against him like he always did when they hugged. Adding a tender kiss on the top of Erin’s head for flourish.

“Thank you for not calling me an idiot,” Sammy said sheepishly. “That doesn’t mean I’m not thinking it” Erin muttered in a low tone “But if you really feel like you have to do this then I have to support you. Have you told your parents yet?”

“Uh. No, not yet. I planned on surprising them a visit during Christmas and hoping that I work up the nerve to tell them by New Years.” Sammy bit his lip, “You should come with me.”

Erin frowned “I can’t….I’ve been planning this huge party at our apartment for the holidays. And Brian’s has been hinting that he may be taking me somewhere for Christmas.” She dropped the last part of her sentence in quickly, weirdly hoping that Sammy wouldn’t notice.

He did, obviously, and frowned just like Erin thought he would.

“But we should do something before you go!” She added with excitement “Maybe I can move the party up, instead of a holiday party it can be….’liberation’ themed. Since I’m graduating and you’ve kicked off the shackles of higher education.”

Sammy chuckled but shook his head, “You don’t have to do that, I don’t want to ruin your party plans.”

“Oh please, what plans?” Erin scoffed “All you need for a fun party is good liquor and fun people, I already have both of those things.”

Sammy pretended to think it over, tossing his head from side to side in thought before ultimately flashing Erin that infamous megawatt smile she’d been missing more than she realized. “The liquor better be really good.”

“All you do is drink until you pass out anyway would you even be able to tell the difference?” Erin teased.

They were still wrapped in each other's arms gazing at one another after their shared laughter died down and Sammy smoothed his hand against Erin’s hair with a serious smile.

“You’re my best friend, do you know that?” He asked a question they both knew the answer to.

“Of course I do, you’re mine too Sammy” Erin retorted with a quirked eyebrow.

“Am I? I feel like I’ve been pushing myself out of that spot lately.”

“You have been weird but… I mean, who could ever replace you?”

“Your boyfriend for one,” He replied quickly, without any trace of sarcasm.

Erin inadvertently rolled her eyes as a tight-lipped smile overtook her lips, “Boyfriends have always come and gone, but...you and I are forever Sammy. I don’t ever want you to think otherwise.”

The look in Samuel’s softened then, almost like he had something to get off his chest in response to Erin’s reassurance. His train of thought was derailed, however, when a series of short knocks echoed throughout the studio space; making them both snap their heads toward the door where Kasey was waiting with a smug smile plastered on her face.

“Is that Kasey-?” Sammy stuttered before Erin screeched so loud that it made him jump out of his skin.

“I completely forgot you were picking me up today!”

“Obviously, ” Kasey snickered under her breath “Come on if your coming, I don’t have all day!”

“Ugh, I gotta go, Sam, we can talk more when I get home right?” Erin said as she pulled away from his arms and jogged to the out the open door. Samuel nodded and waved as Erin gathered all her belongings and disappeared behind the closed studio door.

“So are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?”

Kasey and Erin were currently in the middle of a reasonable sized underground clothing store spending much more money than either of them originally planned to. Erin was at least five feet away from where her friend was standing, so Kasey’s question confused her at first.

“What?”

“You, Sam. Basically, eye fucking the shit out of each other in that hot ass studio? I thought you said he was a ‘you’ diet.” Kasey clarified.

“Oh, well that was nothing,” Erin said with a flick of her wrist to dismiss Kasey’s assumptions “He was just explaining why he’s been acting so weird lately. He’s been....stressed.”

“So naturally you two start coiling around each other like a pair of horny snakes, I guess this means you two are back to normal?”

“Honestly I don’t even know what normal is for us anymore...”

Kasey pursed her lips and stretched her arms across the clothing rack she was currently browsing, giving Erin a rare look of actual concern. “Y’know I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Erin.”

“I’m not buying you any more clothes today, use your own money” Erin answered without looking at her.

“I’m being serious, look at me for a second” Kasey beckoned “When are you going to move out? You graduate in couple months and I know you’ve been making enough to live on your own for a while, don’t you think it’s time.”

Erin shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other and clutched the blouse in her hands a little tighter. Moving into her own place was a decision she had been wrestling with for a while. In theory, it would be nice to have her own place again, Sammy wasn’t the cleanest person to live with and it the thought of being able to have certain guests over without worrying about offending her roommate was tempting. But even with all those positives Erin honestly couldn’t bare to think about having to live without Sammy, their lives were so intertwined now that just the thought of living somewhere without him was crippling.

“I’ve thought about it...”

“Which means you haven’t made any plans to move out, have you?”

“I can’t just leave Sammy high and dry, Kasey” Erin grumbled, “I know you don’t like him but have a heart.”

Kasey rolled her eyes and groaned loudly “Girl, who the hell said I don’t like him? I’ve been trying to push you two together since I met you, I just want you to start thinking about the future. How long do you think you can play house with your high school bestie?”

“I don’t know.”

Erin had been a nervous wreck for most of the day, as time crept forward she wondered whether throwing a house party in her apartment that she felt cramped in sometimes was the best idea. Once she got over the initial stress of actually planning a large gathering on such short notice, then preparing her house for said party Erin could honestly say she was looking forward to it.

So as she glided around the small crowd in her living room chatting with people she hardly knew that well and making sure no one was making a mess of her place Erin would not be lying if she said she was having a good time. A damn good time actually. She had managed to maneuver her and Sammy’s old futon and random furniture in ways that left a bit more space for a makeshift dance floor in front of the fireplace but also made it easy to pop in and out of the kitchen when she needed to. Which she had needed to do many times tonight considering that’s where everyone decided to drop off their random bottles of alcohol. There were enough bottles lining the counters to send all of her guests to an early grave but they didn’t seem to mind.

Least of all Sammy, who was spending more time in the kitchen than anywhere else that night.

“Yah, Sam! Are you just going to stay here all night, this party is for you” Erin yelled over the music “Mostly.”

Sam chuckled and took another sip of the liquid in his hands, his gaze dragging slowly from Erin’s feet to the top of her head. She wasn’t dressed in any particular appealing way, a knit dress that was too thin to wear outside during the winter and a pair of simple black flats. It was nothing, really, but Sammy couldn’t help but find her absolutely stunning no matter what.

“I’m easing my way into party mode, it’s still early” He offered in response.

“Is that so? Because to me, it looks like you’re hiding.”

“I’m just….I’m still a little freaked out I guess, I don’t have a job. I know my dad is going to fucking kill me when I tell him-”

Erin held up her hands wrapped her palm around Sam’s mouth to stop his verbal vomit.

“None of that tonight,” She pouted “You can start worrying again tomorrow but I want you to have fun tonight, so drink this-” Erin handed him the mixed drink in her hand, “And then come and dance with me, your song is on!”

The song playing was a seductive bass driven track designed to get people on the dance floor and Erin knew it was one of many that made Sammy move uncontrollable. Sammy snickered and muttered a soft ‘Fine’ into the cup before swallowing it’s contents and letting himself be dragged out of the kitchen. A few of their mutual friends cheered when he stepped onto the dance floor, knowing that he was known for putting on a show whenever his jam came on. But he surprised them all when instead of heading straight for the center of the floor he stepped off to the side and took Erin along with him, hold her back to his front as he swayed along to the beat until the pair fell into a rhythm. Their hips swaying, dipping and rolling in unison to the heavy bass line of the song.

Erin felt self-aware at first but soon she found herself becoming lost in their movement, she felt his hands securing their place on his hips, gripping her, almost possessively she was lost in Sammy's silent but deliberate seduction behind her. Not to be outdone, Erin wound her hips and bent her knees in time with the song, slowly but surely burying Sammy’s crotch tighter and tighter into her backside. She rested her back against his chest and curved her arm around to hook behind his neck. On instinct he bent down and nuzzled her neck and even with the loud music, he could felt the vibration of a moan buzz beneath her skin. He wanted to lick her, bite her, kiss her, anything to sate the desire he felt coursing through him. But that wouldn’t be right she had a boyfriend and he was sure any tentative bridge he had built to crossover from just being the best friend was burned when he convincingly proclaimed that she was nothing more than a sister to him.

Erin didn't seem interested in remembering her boyfriend or the friendship they’d spent years cultivating.She pushed his face further into her neck until he finally opened his mouth and sucked her skin. She hissed and encouraged him to continue when she threaded her fingers into his hair and lightly scratched his scalp. He held her lips tighter and thrust against her from behind and she moaned again. He continued to suck her skin, then kissed his way down to where her shoulder and neck met. He bit that spot and Erin gasped and actually stopped moving for a moment. "Don't stop," he whispered in her ear causing her to shiver and then resume her movements. Sammy’s hands left her hips and slid down her sides where they were met with the bare skin of her thighs. He gripped the flesh there before inching his hands up little by little, until one of them disappeared underneath her the hem of her dress. He skimmed her inner thigh and felt a tiny scrap of fabric that he assumed was a thong. The mental image of that made him groan. Erin stopped dancing again and she looked at him over her shoulder. They locked eyes and Sammy waited for her to tell him to stop.

She didn't.

And he just wasn't strong enough to stop himself. So instead of taking her against the wall of their apartment like every cell in his body was telling him to; Sammy grabbed Erin’s hand and swiftly guided her away from the crowd and into their sometimes shared bedroom where he immediately pinned Erin against the door.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He groaned in a hoarse whisper, then turned around, distraught as ever and Erin felt an immediate wave of regret wash over her.

“Do what?”

“This. Us.” He pointed a finger between the two of them. “Sit here and pretend that it doesn’t kill me to know that someone else is touching you the way I want to. I can’t stop thinking about you, Erin.” Erin wasn’t sure if she was hearing him correctly over the driving bass that made their bedroom door vibrate each time the beat dropped. She’d had dreams that started out this same way and honestly thought she was dreaming at that moment, then his hands were on her hips and the world around her stopped spinning. Her heart skipped a beat before it began to throb, ache, with the desire to have Sammy’s body pressed against her just like it was at that moment. Sam’s kiss was sudden and careless, slightly alarming, but so long-awaited that Erin felt lightheaded the moment their lips touched. Her arms lifted subtly from her sides, reached for Sam, grasping for any part of him she could find in the dark and pulled him even closer to her small frame while her lips moved over his in an unbridled fashion.

One of her treacherous hands moved to push his flimsy shirt upward when his hand curled beneath her thigh, but Erin caught herself before it reached it’s destination. She snapped her head back and look at Sammy, her eyes wide.

"We shouldn’t be doing this...We’re drunk and not thinking straight” Erin slurred as she tried to catch her breath and settle her her heart which was beating wildly within her rib cage.

“I’m not drunk,” Sam replied in a gentle whisper, cradling her chin in his hands “Are you drunk?”

“...No.” Erin admitted after a moment's pause. She wanted to blame her momentary lapse in judgment on being too impaired to know better but Erin was only buzzed at the most. She had nothing to blame her poor decisions on but her own weak will and the years of pent up tension that allowed her to effectively cheat on the man she was currently dating, without even a second thought.

“Don’t you think we should talk about this Sam?” She queried, the tips of her fingers dancing along Samuels’ pulse.

“I don’t wanna talk right now E,” Was his answer and then his lips were in their rightful place again. The more Erin thought about it the more she wanted to say ‘to hell with talking’, they could figure out what this meant for their friendship tomorrow.

Or never.

Which is why, instead of unlocking the door and going back to the party like she knew she should, Erin found herself gripping the cloth of Sam’s shirt again and bringing him down to her lips yet again. She kissed him slowly, this time, taking her time to explore just how kissing Samuel after all these years made her feel.

It was exhilarating, as their lips connected and soon the kiss deepened, Sam’s hips pressing into her core and Erin found a more primal side of herself awaken from slumber. That feeling absolutely terrified her. She popped her lips off Sammy’s for the second time that night and backed away from him “Shit, Sammy I’m sorry. I jus-I can’t do this right now” she gasped loudly and moved to fumble with the door until she got it to unlock. Using all her strength she pulled the door open, pushed Sam against the back of it and headed straight into the center of the crowd.

a/n: the next two chapters are a bit short so I may end of combing them like I did with this one. we’ll see!

#btsguild #houseofddaeng #bangtanarmynet #j hope fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #j hope x reader #bngtanah #dbbg

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hanalwayssolo · 5 years

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What We Owe To Each Other: Ch. 1 - Morning

A/N: WOW I REALLY AM ALIVE IF I AM STILL POSTING MY WRITING HERE LMAO ANYWAY

I originally intended to post this as a one-shot, but my one-shot got too long for my own good so I had to divide it into 6 chapters. Said chapters will alternate between Sam's and Nate's POVs. I've had this plotbunny in my drafts for quite some time, and since I rekindled my love for this game, I have inadvertently activated this particular hyperfixation like a dormant volcano coming to life, so here we are. Also, I realized that this is my first time sharing my writing for Uncharted and I am motherfucking terrified. Please be kind to me.

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Autumn in Vermont, as it turned out, was piercingly cold for Sam’s tastes. He honestly thought his balls would freeze off. He might have missed the cold at some point after all those years he spent in Panama, but he could not stand this kind of cold: sharp and biting and cruel. Jetlagged and with barely three hours of sleep, the drive—though scenic at best—became a torment. If it weren’t for his numbing hands around the wheel of his rental car, or the fact that the heater failed to offer him the warmth he sorely needed, he would have taken the time to pause from the long drive, roll down his window, maybe light a cigarette and bask in the view that unraveled around him like a nostalgic Polaroid picture: morning fog veiling the stretch of the freeway; rows of maples and aspens aflame in scalding shades of gold; hills of red and orange and ochre, as if the entire landscape waged a private war against the sky’s dreary and cloudless gray.

But Sam kept driving. No offense to the spectacular colours of fall, but all he could think about was how he was still supposed to be somewhere in India just right about now.

Maybe this entire freezing weather wouldn’t have been half as bad if his recent expedition throughout the Western Ghats had not spoiled him too much of the pleasant summer heat, the exquisite food, the thrilling views—all of which he could never be afforded on this side of the world. That or his long-ass flight from Mumbai to New York simply made it unbearable to adjust to the sickly shift in season. It was a good thing he had some sense to pack warm clothes for the road; there was certainly no way in hell he would have survived in Victor’s old yet tastefully floral Havana shirts and cargo pants. Questionable fashion choices be damned, but he had to admit: those had been immensely comfortable. Even little Meenu was charmed to see him in those clothes.

Either way, he’s already here. What else was he left to do? He should probably just focus on finding that godforsaken cottage, so he could finally warm himself up with a drink or two…

But even as Sam drifted past foggier hills and even redder mountains, and with the sordid space of the cheap Chevy not getting any warmer, he was beginning to regret heeding Nathan’s advice to postpone his supposedly extended Indian summer.

Frankly, he was beginning to regret agreeing to this whole Thanksgiving affair at all.

Of course, this was all their stupid idea. At the time—still woozy from the euphoric, Libertalia high—they had gladly obliged to celebrate at least one holiday from there on out. But now, turning down the invitation was out of the question, not when Sam had promised Nathan (and even Elena, too, for Christ’s sake, what was he thinking?) that he would give this family tradition a try. And Sam, being a man of his word (or at least, he tried to be) wanted to deliver. He even brought the finest bottle of pinot noir for the occasion. Sure, he may be a lot of other awful things, butbreaker of promises was certainly something he was not keen to add to his growing repertoire of crimes. Especially not after what he had done to Nathan.

Most especially not after that.

He had already failed his brother more than he should have. Participation on a trivial holiday such as this one or otherwise, he was not going to fail him again.

Besides, what harm could one Thanksgiving dinner possibly do, anyway?

Well, I’d probably end up questioning my life choices, he suddenly thought miserably. We’d all be sitting at the dinner table and Nathan will tell me everything there is to know about their new joint venture, their pleasant life in New Orleans, all the while I’d tell them the most entertaining story of how I almost got myself killed in India, how I’m failing to get my shit together, how I’m the incomparable good-for-nothing in this goddamn family —

A soft and a rather sensual moan shoved him out of that spiraling thought. And then another. It was coming from his jacket pocket; he fished the thing out—which, of course, had to be his phone and its extremely inappropriate ringtone—and saw an unknown number on the screen. He answered by the fourth moan.

“For the love of god’s balls, if this is another insurance offer I’m gonna—”

“Please tell me you’re already on your way here,” the worried voice on the other line said by way of greeting. It was Nathan.

“Oh. Hi there, little brother —”

“So? Where on earth are you? I’ve been trying to reach you since yesterday morning—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa—relax,” said Sam placatingly, somewhat a little startled with his brother’s annoyance. “I only got here this morning,” he went on to explain. “My flight from Mumbai got delayed, then I had to book a rental car from JFK since my flight going here to Vermont got canceled, but yeah, sure—I’m on my way.”

“And by ‘on my way’, where exactly are you now?”

“Huh.” Sam drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, assessed the area that rolled before him: more maples and aspens and its swollen-red leaves; majestic oaks and its moss-encrusted trunks; an abundance of dew-soaked thickets; an endless foliage of green and gold. The forest around him breathed mist and fog. No nearby house nor sign in sight.

“Still somewhere in Sutton. I guess,” he answered uncertainly.

“You guess?” Nathan laughed. Sam was certain he heard the slightest sound of mockery from it. “You sure you’re not lost?”

Sam scoffed loudly. “Am I lost?” Lost in my own mind, maybe. “Nathan, I never get lost.”

“Oh. Of course,” Nathan said rather feebly. “Okay.”

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s this really about?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you never call just to check in on me. Everything alright?”

A sudden, inexplicable silence. On the other line seeped the thick wail of a saxophone, the shrill peals of laughter, and his brother’s obvious hesitation. It was either Nathan was hiding something from him, or something was awfully wrong.

Usually, his money was on the latter.

“Uh, yeah,” Nathan said after a strained pause. “Everything’s fine.”

“Nathan.”

“What?”

“I could literally hear your bullshit all the way out here.”

“I… uh, hang on a sec—” Nathan’s voice faltered and was quickly followed by a muffled noise, unsteady footsteps, a slam of the door. And then another silence, more unbearable than the last.

“Uh, Nathan? Still there?”

No answer.

This time, Sam pulled over the side of the road. He was dreadfully cold and, all thanks to his brother, was now also growing dreadfully anxious.

“Nathan,” Sam said impatiently, dragging a weary hand over his face, “I swear, you’re literally killing me here—”

“Hi. Sorry.” Nathan cleared his throat, letting out an audibly weary exhale. Wherever he was, it had gone completely quiet. “Right. Okay, there.”

“Now what the hell’s going on—”

“I’m going to be a dad.”

A dumbstruck silence. Then, in an almost unnerving wave of relief, Sam burst out laughing.

“I’m being serious here,” Nathan said irritably.

“Yeah I know—Jesus, Nathan,” Sam said, pressing his forehead against the wheel, “for fuck’s sake—for a moment here I thought you’d be telling me that you’re sick and dying. But, anyway. I’m happy for you, little brother! How far along is Elena? Or perhaps you’re referring to another baby momma here—“

“Goddamnit, of course it’s Elena.”

“Right. Just had to make sure. So. How far along is she?”

“Ten weeks.”

“Ten weeks? Wow, that’s…” Sam trailed off, his eyes narrowing on the road. He was absently watching the swirl of leaves that danced with the autumn breeze until an amusing realization finally dawned on him.

“Now you wait just a fucking second.”

“What now?”

“Really? Ten weeks?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

“Holy goddamn shit, you son of a bitch!” Sam said, unable to hold back his laughter. “I can’t believe you did it in fucking Libertalia—”

“No, no, no—we are not gonna have this conversation."

“Of course we’re not gonna have this conversation," Sam offered helpfully. “At least, not for now. Because I’m pretty sure that’s not the reason why you called me, right? I mean, this could’ve waited until I get there and yet here we are.”

They were quiet again. Outside, the sky had visibly darkened. Drops of rain slowly pittered against the windows.

“It’s just…” Nathan drew out a sigh, paused, and sighed again. “It’s, well, I just… I’m happy, you have to know that. I really am. But… fuck, I don’t know, Sam. I’m kind of freaking out. What if I mess this up? What if my kid—”

“Whoa, okay—slow down, alright?” Sam leaned back in his seat. “Nathan,” he slowly began, “I know for a fact that you are gonna be a good dad but first of all: have you had the chance to sit down and talk to Elena to… you know, sort your feelings out?

“Yes. Kind of.”

“Nathan.”

“Okay, fine—no, I... we haven’t talked about it. She’s been busy—well, we both have been busy ironing things out with the new firm. We haven’t had the chance. We haven’t had the time—”

“Then make time for it.” As soon as the words left Sam, he realized how sharp and cutting the way he had said it that he immediately regretted being so callous. But if his brother needed to hear his piece of mind, then he might as well tell him what he needed to hear. “Look,” he went on, “I don’t know shit about being a parent or being someone’s husband, and I know I’m not the wisest brother out here and I’ve done stupid things, but I’m not that stupid not to know one thing here. And that one thing I am sure of is that your wife needs you to open up to her. She needs you now, more than ever. So please do us both a favour and calm down and go talk to Elena, ya hear me?”

Nathan said nothing. Another silence. Sam was waiting for a witty remark, a snappy comeback, anything.

Instead, what Nathan said next was: “Thank you. And can I just say… you’re not dumb, Sam. You never were. If you could just find Darcy again—”

“Okay, don’t even go there.”

“Right, sorry—oh wait, hold on—” Nathan abruptly broke off. Absolute silence. Then, a series of indistinct noises followed by a voice that was unmistakably Victor’s. Sam waited. Nathan came on again and said, “Sorry about that. Look, I—uh, Elena’s looking for me. We’ll talk later once you get here.”

“Right.” Sam exhaled a weary sigh. “Then try not to lose your shit before I get there, yeah?”

“Ha-ha, cute. Be seein’ ya,” Nathan said and before Sam could even say another word, his brother had already hung up.

Sam sat in solemn silence. Rain drummed heavily against the roof of his rental car as he let Nathan’s news marinate in his head. I’m gonna be a dad. Strange to think how years ago, back when they aimlessly roamed the streets of São Paulo armed with nothing but their stuttering Portuguese, the city brutally carving capable men out of their teenage bodies and testing their will to survive, he and Nathan only used to crack jokes about the mere possibility of this, of settling down just for the heck of it: being the best man at each other’s weddings, buying a house somewhere in the tropics, watching over each other’s kids. It all sounded ridiculous at the time. It all sounded so ridiculous simply because they believed that an ordinary life was something they certainly could never afford in their lifetime.

Now here we are and my brother’s going to be a father, Sam thought over and over, and I’m going to be someone’s uncle. Shit.

Sam dwelled on that thought more than he should have. And for reasons unbeknownst to him, he was suddenly reminded of Hector Alcázar. Who would have thought that there was once a time that a notorious drug lord had tempted him with the very prospect of a quiet, normal life? How bad could it be to have a family of your own, to have someone you can come home to, mi hermano? Alcázar would ask Sam whenever their conversations steered too close to their own personal affairs. He did not mind. It was not like they had anything better to do with all the time they had in the dark and dismal quarters of their prison cell. And with the way the man fondly recounted many an anecdote about how he had met his late wife, Sam was almost convinced that murderous cartel kingpin or no, everyone’s infamous Butcher of Panama surprisingly owned a goddamn heart.

Is it really all that bad? Sam had chewed on that question for years like a bubblegum slowly losing its taste. As far as the Drake brothers’ wayward ways were concerned, all this talk about an ordinary life never appealed to both Sam and Nathan back then. They already had each other. They were the family they needed. Why ask for more than they could possibly have? And besides, ordinary meant easy. And they were never meant for anything easy. They were meant for street brawls and petty thievery, for unearthing ancient relics and treasures of dead men.

But if Sam were to be truly honest—and since honesty came so unnaturally to him, this was a monumental feat—to have an easy life, or at least some semblance of it, did not seem such a bad idea at all. In fact, that was all he ever wanted since their shitty father abandoned them to fend for themselves. Because no matter how many times he had expressed his distaste at even the slightest notion of entertaining such ordinariness, a part of him wanted it. More than he was willing to admit, that part of him still starved for it. Because an easy life also meant a good life. And a good life—a comfortable life after all the shit they have been through—was everything Sam wanted not just for himself, but also for his brother.

So Sam could only be proud of Nathan for finally finding a good life worth settling for. He was happy for him. He should be happy for him.

And yet...

A treacherous train of thought. Its relentless shriek leaving echoes of all the what-ifs. Maybe if he hadn’t lost the last thirteen years of his life rotting in a prison cell, he might have had a shot at something good, too. Heck, had he made better decisions before Panama, or before São Paolo, or before London even, he might have had something better than good. Maybe he wouldn’t even have these nightmares plaguing him every night. If good and normal and painfully ordinary meant not having to wake up in the most ungodly hour desperately clawing at the bullets that no longer dwelled inside his body, then by all means—he would gladly settle with that. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be sitting in a cheap rental car in the middle of freezing Vermont, wallowing and miserable and bitter, wrestling against the horrible feeling gnawing at the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Nathan was right. Maybe he really was the jealous one. And he hated himself for it.

Oh, for Christ’s sake, Sam thought. He finally rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

#uncharted #uncharted fanfiction #nathan drake #samuel drake #elena fisher #victor sullivan #nathan drake x elena fisher #my writing #i really do have a thing for writing two brothers and just piling on to the existing angst #like fuel to the fire #anyway it was fun revisiting this whole plot and fleshing it out now #only took me........ 2 years......... lmfao

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 5 years

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I did write something again... this is short bc there's another one that's much longer and I needed a break from the accidental angsty shit lmao (we'll see if I find it in myself to get past the hard part...) ( AO3 ) (dumped it with some other stuff)

Have some actual cat Dabi

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"How you ever managed to appear slick the first few times we met while running two brain cells altogether is beyond me," Hawks sighs.

His attention span is shit, his self-restraint is near nonexistent when buttons are pushed, and he also suspects Dabi of having memory problems (that may be connected to point A). Which is why he's so unfortunately trigger happy when irked, he supposes.

To summarize, using a burst of very identifiable flames just to create a shortcut through a warehouse's rusted gates is not a smart thing to do. At least… it's not likely to spread in this concrete jungle.

Dabi's head tilts with mild curiosity. "Thought I was slick? As flattering as that is, I'm afraid I'll take my secret to the grave." The tiny blue flames still dancing over his wrist disappear as he steps inside.

"So basically, you can't answer, huh." A second later karma strikes in the form of a cool breeze and he feels getting goosebumps; the stark contrast of hot iron and cold air is, frankly, unwelcome. He really shouldn't have left his jacket on the barely functional sofa before going out on this half walk, half scouting business. The weather's still rather chilly, and it's only getting cloudier and windier as the day goes on. This windswept building is only the icing on the cake. The silver lining is that they should be about finished.

Before there's a reply, they catch two little fur balls wobble under a rotting pallet stack from the corner of the eye- followed by a weak, high-pitched meow echoing over the stuffy halls.

This puts Hawks in a better, warmer mood immediately; if not for the other's presence, he'd probably let out a delighted squeal over finding tiny kittens already.

Dabi steps over to where they disappeared to and crouches. There's another mew. For a second, Hawks thinks there's a cat next the villain, but he quickly has to realize that the sound… is coming from the man himself. He stares in befuddlement as the guy chirps on with expertise.

Soon enough, a curious little head pokes out from under the pallets, followed by another familiar one… and then two more.

Hawks thinks he's seeing and hearing things, and does a triple take at the revelation that not only does Dabi behave like a stray, and move like a cat in general (which, mind you, were supposed to be jokes for his own entertainment)… but turns out he can communicate with them, too. And successfully at that. He's a fucking cat whisperer.

Not to mention what a fucking experience it is to see actual S rank villain Dabi settling down cross legged on the ground, mewling at kittens as they start to flock him with curiosity.

Getting over the shock, the hero joins him in the dirt, picking a ginger striped one to hold. "Okay, I'm gonna get straight to the point: are you a cat?" He wouldn't be surprised… the little ones are looking up at him like a really big one of their kin.

Dabi considers the answer for a second, scratching at the ears of the snatched kitten's way milkier sibling. "They are crafty, dumb assholes, so, as per bird brain definition, I guess I am."

Can't hide his grin any longer as they start sniffling him. "Well damn."

Soon enough, the three make themselves comfortable in Dabi's lap, then the black one with the odd red spot starts climbing him with enthusiasm. "Hold the fuck up, squirt," he mumbles under his breath.

"… When and why did you even learn making sounds like that?" Hawks asks as the tiny warrior hangs onto the mysterious material that's Dabi's shirt. Then another breeze sends him visibly shivering again; he really should have brought the jacket with him. And sitting down on the cold floor… was not very smart, either.

"Had some strays on the estate, they were always good company." He adds an indignant mewl at the end, chiding the kitten before peeling it off his clothes and placing it back onto his lap where the others purr happily.

Hawks takes a moping look at them. While he only got close once, Dabi… is pretty warm, at least the front of him. "Just theoretically…" Very theoretically… "… what if a bird wanted to join the party by the space heater?" he asks, scooting closer to drop his cat off, too. Not as if he wanted to sit in Dabi's lap, but sitting up close is tempting right now.

The initial answer is a tentative smirk. Oh, he did notice Hawks struggling with goosebumps on the way here, he certainly did. "Being cheeky today. You are aware that cats have birds for breakfast, right?"

"And some birds eat cats," he retorts with a click of teeth close Dabi's nose as he drops the kitten onto the bunch.

The villain takes a hard to pin down look at him before focusing on his nose. He hums. "… not a hawk, though."

"I guess. So, what will it be?"

He backs up as far as he can upon Dabi leaning forward, but there's only so much he can do right now. He could just slide ass backwards with a flap of his wings… but the situation doesn't seem to call for such measures. The situation being, uh… a pair of jaws playfully biting down on his nose. And an intense pair of eyes locking onto his.

"Easy prey," Dabi states upon releasing his bite. Doesn't mean he's backing off, though.

… he's a little confused and surprised, but… he doesn't find this enjoyable or appealing in any way whatsoever. No, no… definitely not.

Regardless, Hawks is positively not cold anymore. And Dabi is… still in his face.

"… I'd say you are warm enough now," he notes after a while, a hint of a smile hidden in his patched-up features.

Well… he's not fucking wrong.

Without saying anything else, the villain clacks his teeth, mimicking Hawks, then dumps the litter into his lap as he moves to stand.

"Play with them some more if you want, I'm going back."

"W-wait a sec, you can't just leave me here!" One of the kitties lets out an indignant mewl over being left with a less effective heat source, and another is bored enough to be on the run. God, where even is the mom?!

"You know where to find me," is all Dabi says before melting down the other entrance of the building.

Hawks lets out an annoyed squawk, then mumbles some incomprehensible words while trying to feel around the place for more cats. One of the feathers doesn't get far with the energetic dark fluffball snatching it from the air immediately.

"You are a prime trouble maker, aren't you?" He sighs, letting the kitten play with the feather a bit before picking it up. "Not your real estate, kiddo, you'll be better off at a shelter along with momma."

With that, he's already on his way to the new exit, sensing a bigger cat that way. It doesn't click until he's already outside in the drizzle.

He was talking about an estate.

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vinylackles · 5 years

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word count: 3.5k (this got out of hand lmao)

summary: I just rewatched 12.02 (mamma mia) and it made me wanna cry, so here is some angsty sam smut, but like... sad angsty. it includes comfort as well, never fear, and a happy ending!

warnings: mentions of ptsd symptoms, mentions of sam’s torture with toni/being taken advantage of sexually by her, smut

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You were surprised there was anywhere cool left in the bed, but when you rolled off of Sam, the sheets were cold against your flushed skin. You’d sworn you must have covered the whole bed during that last round, between switching positions and rolling around. You curled back up against Sam and all his warmth (the man really was like a space heater), coming down from your high.

“That was... intense,” you chuckled, trying to catch your breath.

“Too much? Did I hurt you?” Sam’s voice was suddenly anxious, and he ran a hand over your bare hip, soothing the places where he had held onto you. They would probably be a bit sore tomorrow, maybe a few bruises from his fingertips.

“Of course not.” You brought a hand up to guide his face to yours. He kissed you softly, slow and languid, his fingers moving to your hand and toying with the engagement ring he’d put there almost a year ago now.

“I have an idea,” you smiled against his lips.

He moved back a fraction so he could look at you. “Round two already? I might need a few more minutes.” You could tell he was still soft underneath the sheets and you offered him a reassuring kiss.

“Not yet. Wait here. And recover I guess,” you teased him, pecking his lips one more time. He kept his hand on your skin, moving with you until you stepped just out of reach of his fingertips. You slid your panties back on, grabbing Sam’s discarded flannel off the floor and buttoning it just enough to cover anything that Dean would never let you live down. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet - he was out taking Jack to a movie - but you weren’t about to take the chance.

Your bare feet were almost silent on the bunker’s floor as you moved through the halls, ducking into the old storage room that was stacked full of archives. You moved to the far corner, moving to the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet marked “ancient vampire blood tests revisited in 1890 to look for chromosomal changes” in Sam’s scrawl. You smiled at the memory of you and Sam sitting on the floor, trying to come up with something that was so boring that Dean wouldn’t dare go near it. The drawer slid open with a creak, revealing your stash of wine.

Dean always called it ‘kids juice’, but you knew he’d steal it if he had the chance, so you and Sam kept it hidden away from the rest of the drinks. You tried to get some from many different places you went on hunts, so you didn’t love the idea of the older Winchester knocking out a bottle just for a buzz. You picked out a sweet marcello you’d gotten from an orchard out in Kentucky, and you swung by the kitchen to get the glasses and corkscrew.

Your legs felt a bit like jello as you walked. You wiggled a bit, trying to get them to return to normal. Secretly, you quite enjoyed the feeling. Sex with Sam was rough sex. It hadn’t always been that way, but for the past few months it was like he was chasing his orgasm and yours as fast as he could. You weren’t complaining. It was glorious, there was no denying that, but you sometimes missed the sweeter times, where he’d hold you against him and press kisses to your lips. Murmured “I love you”s and “you’re my everything”s. You hoped that maybe your plan would bring some of that back tonight as you poured two hefty glasses of wine.

You made your way slowly to the room you and Sam shared, nudging it open with your hip and stepping inside. He was relaxed and stretched out over the bed, his tanned torso long and lean. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. But when he saw you, he jumped a bit, like a reflex.

“You okay?” You asked with a grin. “Didn’t mean to spook you, just thought this might keep the energy going.”

“Yeah. Yeah, good idea.” He put on a smile, but it didn’t quite make it to his eyes. You’d seen that face before. It meant he wasn’t really okay. You didn’t push it, but you didn’t dive right back in either. You kept the flannel on, passing him his glass. He took a small sip, but he didn’t seem to enjoy it. Something was off - you’d known him long enough to be able to see it, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Hey. We don’t have to go again. I’m fine if you are,” you said, your arousal fading quickly. You reached out to move some of his hair out of his face and there was a tiny bit of a flinch when you made contact.

“Yeah, I just don’t know if I have it in me tonight. I’m sorry baby, I love you.” He put on a better show that time, and it put you mostly at ease. He sold it by leaning forward and kissing you sweetly.

“I love you too. Don’t be sorry love,” you reassured him, giving him another kiss and putting your wine down on the nightstand. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up, I’ll be right back.”

Sam nodded, watching you head to the bathroom to get yourself sorted out. It only took a few moments, but when you came back, you felt your heart tighten in your chest.

Sam was on the bed where you’d left him, but he’d put his boxers back on and pulled his knees up to his chest. He had his eyes squeezed shut and she could just barely hear him murmuring “you’re fine sam, you’re fine” to himself over the sound of the oxygen in the vents.

“Baby?” You said softly, moving to the bed. You knew he didn’t like to be touched unless he asked, so you sat down next to him, careful to give him space while still letting him know that you were there.

“I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry,” he groaned, and you could hear the tears in his throat. To your relief, he reached a hand out for you. You took it immediately, squeezing it tight and trying to center him. He pulled at you, encouraging you to move forward. You obliged, taking him in your arms and holding him tightly, trying to protect him from whatever was bothering him. His arms wove around your torso, holding you to him.

“Shhh, shhh shh shh you’re safe Sam, I’m right here. I’ve got you,” you reassured him, pressing kisses to his hair that seemed to settle him as he clung to you. It was a few moments before he composed himself enough to pull back and control his breathing.

“Talk to me baby, what’s wrong?” You cooed, running a hand through his hair. He just shook his head, some of the strands shaking loose and back down to cover his eyes.

“I can’t,” he whispered, ashamed.

“Whatever it is, I’m not gonna love you any less,” you tried one last encouragement, deciding that after that you would stop pushing. To your relief, he looked down at your hands, toying with your ring as he began to speak.

“Do you remember when Toni, from the British Men of Letters... when she captured me?”

“Of course. She tortured you.” You tried to keep your voice light. If Ketch hadn’t already killed her, you would have.

“Yeah. She cut me up, burned my foot and all that. But she also did... other things. Other things I didn’t tell you, or anybody about.”

“The mind stuff?” You were getting a bit nervous now. He spun your ring around on your finger a few times, watching the diamond catch the little bit of light from the lamp.

“Yeah. She wanted me to answer questions about the hunters. She used me. Um... sexually, to get what she wanted. She took advantage of me, I guess is the term.”

The rage that filled you was immeasurable. You wanted her alive, so that you could give her the most painful and slow death imaginable.

“Sam,” you murmured, putting a hand to his cheek, trying to find the right words. You weren’t sure they existed.

“And there’s certain times when were together like that, where it kind of reminds me of her. If I close my eyes, it’s like I’m back there. It was slow, and drawn out. And I’m scared to try that again, because I don’t want to relive it anymore than I already do.” His cheek was hot under your hand, and you knew he was full of unnecessary shame.

“I love you Sam, no matter what, okay? You just tell me what you need, and we’ll figure it out together okay?”

He looked up then, finally meeting your eyes.

“You aren’t mad?” It broke your heart that that was what he expected. It’s what had happened to him his whole life when he showed weakness, so you weren’t surprised.

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because you’re my fiancé, and I just told you that I struggle through sex with you because I’m thinking about another women.” He looked up at you incredulously.

“Baby, it’s not like you’re fantasizing about another woman. You were tortured and taken advantage of, and there are repercussions from that. Of course I’m not mad, and I’m sorry if I made it worse without realizing.”

He pulled you to him again, burying his face in your neck.

“I don’t deserve you,” he muttered against your skin. He’d said it before, and even though you disagreed you knew there was nothing you could say to change his mind. So you held him instead, hoping that somehow the pressure of you against him would settle his mind.

“If there’s anything I can do to help, please tell me. I wanna help you if I can.”

“I just don’t want her to take that away from me, from us. I should be able to have sex with you, normal, slow sex without any problems. It isn’t fair to either of us,” he said, his breath warm against your skin as he hid in your hair. An idea popped through your head. It would be worth a shot.

“I have an idea, if you’re up for it. But you have to promise me that if it’s too much that you’ll tell me. Promise?”

“Promise,” he nodded, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before he rose back up where you could see him.

“Drink your wine, it’ll help,” you whispered, kissing his forehead as you stood up and began to rummage through his drawers. He listened, downing his glass quickly, trying not to think about the wine he’d shared with Toni. It wasn’t real, he knew that, but god it felt real, even now.

He was so lost in his thoughts he barely noticed Y/N getting undressed, and redressed in front of him.

“What’re you doing?” He asked quietly when he finally came to.

You spun around dramatically, putting your outfit on display. It was an old ragged long sleeve Stanford sweatshirt that was practically a dress on you. It had a few holes in it, the sleeves coming down to cover your hands. It was the least sexy thing you probably could have found, but you knew it would do the trick.

“Do you remember this shirt?” You asked, crawling up the bed. Sam moved to meet you, centering himself in the bed. You climbed onto his lap, letting all of your weight sit on him, to anchor him down. He looked down at you with a smile.

“Of course I do. First shirt of mine you ever wore.” He’d never forget the way you looked in it, he was sure. You brought your hands up, letting the too-big sleeves slide back to reveal them.

“And why did I need it?” You said, tracing your hands over his shoulders, down his arms to his biceps, kneading at the muscles.

“Because you got locked out of your room. It was the first night you stayed with me instead of sleeping on your own.”

“And we paid for empty rooms for a month so Dean wouldn’t find out,” you grinned at the memories of sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, and Sam carrying your half-asleep form back out in the morning into your own room down the hall just so he didn’t have to tell his brother about the two of you.

“Can I tell you a secret? Something I’ve never told you?” You whispered, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He waited expectantly, eyes bright as he watched you. There wasn’t a trace of fear in them at the moment, and it made you smile.

“I had my key the whole time. I just wanted an excuse to get in your bed, and your pants. I’m not the best at making moves.”

“Are you serious? 7 years together and you never told me?” He was bewildered, his mouth hanging open just a bit in the cutest way.

“Yes indeed. But hey, that sex was so worth lying to you,” you grinned. It was quite sudden when his hands came to cup your face. They were so large and held it so easily, cradled it so gently as he pressed his lips to yours. He knew his was around by now, and you could anticipate almost every move. It was as fluid as water, even while you smiled and giggled in between.

Ever so subtly you began to rock your hips, grinding down against him gently as you tried to get him worked up again. One hand dropped from your face to your hip, squeezing there. You paused for a moment, breaking the kiss but staying right there.

“You okay?” You asked. He nodded, his hair tickling your cheeks.

“Yeah baby, keep goin’.” He urged you on, occasionally putting a bit of pressure on your hip to hold you down harder against him. You took it as a good sign, especially as you felt the familiarity of him hardening beneath you. You kissed him again before pulling back, giving him a look you know he’d recognize.

“You don’t have to,” he said breathlessly, but you knew he wouldn’t mind.

“I want to. Can I?” You asked again, waiting.

“As if I could ever tell you no,” he smiled, taking your hand in his and squeezing it as you got off his lap, moving yourself down the bed. You ran a hand down his abs, feeling him shudder underneath your touch as you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs. He was half hard, heavy against his tummy as you took him in your hand, stroking a few times.

You worked him up a bit more, happy to see him getting back into the mood.

“You remember the first time we did this?” You looked up at him through your lashes, offering a grin and you hovered over him, giving his dick a few kitten licks for good measure.

“‘Course I do, how could I forget?” He brought a hand down, tracing his fingers over your shoulder and arm where he could reach.

“Tell me,” you said, taking him in your mouth.

“It was in the impala. Dean hadn’t slept well in - oh god - in a few nights and we were getting - jesus - frustrated. He was doing r-r-research in the library and you said - oh shit baby right there - I had to stay in the car with you.” He struggled through it as you took more and more of him in your mouth, working him over like only you could. You knew all his spots, everything that made his hips buck underneath you.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, making your whole mouth vibrate. He threw his head to the side, gasping at the sensation.

“Jesus, Y/N. I swear, you were just as good back then too. C’mere.” The beckoning was half hearted, but you knew that’s all he could muster since he was already so hard.

Climbing on his lap was a bit harder now, but you settled with his dick in between the two of you, standing at attention. His eyes were a bit hazy from everything you’d done so far, and you grinned. He was taking a few deep breaths, the ones that he used to compose himself, and you knew the next part was going to be the hardest for him.

“You’re doing so good baby. I’m proud of you,” you whispered in his ear, pulling him close to you. It was almost against your will when you started grinding again, your own heat looking for any friction it could find.

“Look how far we’ve come Sam. From sneaking around motel rooms and backseats, all the way to this bunker. You and me, husband and wife. You’re gonna be my husband,” you grinned at the word, kissing him hard. “Nothing can take that away. Nobody. Nobody.”

He nodded, reaching down between the two of you. His fingers found your folds and you jerked a bit, but he was only gathering a bit of wetness to put on himself. He brought his hands back up, hooking them under your arms and lifting you slightly with ease, positioning you just right.

The stretch was sweet this time as you slid down onto him. You’d already gone one round tonight, and round two was always your favorite because you were already ready for him. As you began to rock back and forth he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. He wasn’t touching you anymore - his hands were behind himself, holding him up.

“Sam. Baby look at me. Open your eyes,” you cooed, swiveling your hips a bit and trying not to lose your balance. When he opened them, you swore you could have swam in the pools of hazel as they watched you. It seemed to settle him.

“It’s just me baby. It’s always gonna be me. You’re safe.”

He nodded at your words, leaning up to kiss you. His hands still hovered over your skin, as if he was scared to lay them on you.

“You know my body better than anyone’s. It’s okay. It’s yours. It’s all yours. It’s me, not her,” you said, slowing your work to an agonizing pace.

When he touched you it was like electricity. He paused as he traced you from head to toe - down your arms, off your fingertips onto your hips, under the hoodie to go back up over your ribs, down to your knees, squeezing your thighs on the way. You didn’t know it, but he was finding every part of you that made you you. The soft flesh of the scar on your knee that you got biking as a kid. The stretch marks on your hips, the way one boob was just barely heavier than the other. The way your ring felt on your finger, nestled just right on your left hand.

It seemed almost silly now that he’d been scared to do this for so long. You were so far above Toni that there was really no comparison at all.

“Always gonna be you,” he whispered, so low that even you didn’t hear it. And in one swift movement you were on your back and he was hovering over you, picking up the work right where you’d left off. He worked you over, leaving kisses and marks along your neck and collarbone where the hoodie left exposed, his thrusts slow and aimed to hit you right where you wanted him to every damn time.

“I love you. I love you I love you I love you,” he said over and over, pulling you up into his arms right before you came.

He held you tight as you released, supporting you as your muscles went slack. He wasn’t far behind you, his grunts muffled by skin and fabric as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and came.

He held you there for a while, only moving to lift you up and off of him gently, returning you into the circle of his arms seamlessly.

You heard him take a breath in, and you stopped him before he could speak.

“Don’t thank me, it’s my job. You did so good,” you praised him again, leaning back so you could see him.

“I love you. Can’t wait for you to be my wife.” His words melted your heart and you grinned, kissing him again.

“Let’s just elope. Let’s go get married tomorrow. Lebanon’s city hall is nice enough, this hoodie is basically a dress. We’re all set.”

He laughed at that, brushing your hair back from your face.

“We’re gonna have a perfect wedding baby girl, it’s only a few more months. Only a little longer until I add another ring to this pretty little finger. You and me, forever.”

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#wowie #where did this come from? i have no idea #I guess cause im writing destiel my sam feels were being neglected #WELL THEYRE BACK BABY #anyways #enjoy!#sam winchester imagine #sam winchester smut #spn smut #supernatural smut #my writing #spn imagine #sam winchester

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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Do you hate it when there is a fly around you? OMG so much. And in such a polluted place as the Philippines, we’re swarmed with flies every damn minute of the day unless we’re indoors. Is your Mom overbearing? She can be. She lets me live my life for the most part – drive wherever, get whatever career, eat whatever – but she’s so particular about everything else. Blankets have to be folded this way and pillows have to be stacked that way and the way I tuck in my shirt is wrong and how I like to wear a shawl is wrong. Things like that. I can’t live like that forever so I’m stoked to move out lol. What is the closest object to you that is orange? The bowl of pasta I just got for myself is red-orange, if that counts. How about blue? The Tumblr dashboard in front of me. What is your favorite clothing store? H&M.

Do you wear a cross? No. What is your opinion on Arby’s? I’ve never had it because we don’t have them here. What is your favorite kind of chapstick? I’m not into products much, so I’m fine with the plain, scent-less one that just fixes up dry lips. How often do you get disappointed? I feel disappointed at least once everyday, for various reasons lol. What does your bathing suit look like? Right now my favorite is an all-black two-piece. Is there snow where you live? Nope. Do you hate having a top friends? When you have your own kitchen, how will it be done? My dream kitchen, if money wasn’t an object, is honestly just gonna be a trophy kitchen lmao, I wanna invest so much in a gorgeous kitchen that I’m not gonna use because I can’t cook HAHAHAHA. It’s gonna have an island and be made of marble and have fancy lights and sleek drawers and all that stuff. Why do we have to learn our own language? What does this question even mean? Other than to be able to communicate and get in touch with your own history and culture, I don’t know what this is supposed to mean. Do you have a space heater? No. I don’t even know what that means; Filipinos have no concept of a heater because it’s very warm here as it is. What is your favorite doughnut? Chocolate-glazed. Sprinkles or no sprinkles will do. Do the LED lights of a digital clock fascinate you? No? Do you have a hot tub? If so, where is it located? We don’t. Where is your best friend right now? Angela’s in Shanghai (sorry, idk why I said South Korea in my last survey) for an AIESEC exchange opportunity; Gabie’s in her house, still asleep as always. What is your favorite baseball team? I don’t watch baseball. I do remember pretending to like it because WWE uses so many baseball references and I just wanted to fit in with my Western friends, until I watched a few games and realized that nothing made sense to me and my Filipino ass finds it really boring. How has your day been? It’s 7:13 AM and IT’S SO HOT. I feel so sticky already. Also, my cold is getting bad and I can barely taste my breakfast and it’s bound to get worse from here. So no, not looking too good. Do you smile at random people, hoping to brighten their day? No. You never know who’s a creep so I just ignore everyone. I smile when someone does the same to me first though. Do you live in a small town? No, Antipolo is pretty big. Did you read the Twilight series, or jump on the bandwagon after the movie? I jumped on the bandwagon when the first movie came out. Twilight came out 2008 but I got the bookset in 2009, four years after the first book got released. What is your favorite party game? Anything that doesn’t require me to be too competitive, cos I tend to be a sore loser hahahaha. What do you think of secrets? I think everyone’s entitled to them and that they should be respected. Do you or your parents rake your yard? It doesn’t have to be. Markers, crayons or colored pencils? Colored pencils! What color is your bedroom painted? White. My mom picked the very boring choice, obviously. How about your toenails? Never painted. Do you wear your shoes in your house? Nope. Ultimate sin in a Filipino home. Do you prefer T9 or a keyboard? I have a touchscreen now but I never did like the idea of having a keyboard on a phone. Always seemed bulky to me. What do you think of Old Navy's new flip flop style? Of what??? Were you pro-Obama? For the most part. He’s still a better pick than the embarrassment America chose this time around. Do you sometimes hate being from America? .................wow What is your favorite holiday? My birthday. I’m counting it. Are you currently single or in a relationship? In a relationship. What is your favorite scent from Bath & Body Works? I don’t have one. From Pink? Nope. Do you like XBox or Wii better? Wii. Was never an XBox person. Not for the 360, not for the One.

#survey #surveys

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All of them.

damn alright lol uuuh let’s see where to begin

- THE BOY IS A TODOROKI

-dabi has a lot of self-destructive habits; smoking, drinking, promiscuous behavior, etc. all formed out of a persistent need to spite endeavor…i mean it’s not canon that dabi smokes but from what ive seen in fanart and fic (including my own) we’ve all pretty much decided that dabi chain smokes and i wont be surprised if we see a panel in the manga of him casually lighting one up with twice and giran soon

i mean he’s already the physical representation of smoker’s lungs so he might as well lol

-despite his appearance, dabi has a really nice singing voice, it’s kinda rough and soulful, and when he was living at home he used to sing shouto to sleep. I like to think he does that now in the VA. It’s something not a lot of people know about him, and him singing to you is a sign of trust and affection. i have this hc that shigaraki has a lot of nightmares so he doesnt sleep well, but on those nights where he’s feeling bad, dabi sings to him and it puts him out like a light.

-dabi often goes into protective big brother mode with toga, he cant help but take care of the little psycho lol like sometimes he’ll steal food for her and stuff

-who do you think introduced shouto to cold soba, hm?

-a lot of people think dabi is homeless; I can’t say I agree tbh I saw this movie pretty recently about people living in a technically condemned building and it was full of really shady people who kinda fell off the grid sidenote: the movie was horrible and disgusting but the idea was interesting and I picture dabi living in a ratty old apartment like that, with bare essentials and around people who wont ask questions cause they’ve also got things to hide

-I think his burns are self-inflicted; the result of relentless determination to master using blue flames and I think Dabi would rather die than use anything less

- i do, however, think he burned himself while he was still at home. I dont believe that shouto was the first to be put through endeavor’s “training” but I think enji gave up on dabi pretty early on, once shouto’s ice/fire abilities manifested, and dabi, desperate to prove him wrong, pushed himself to be better, until the inevitable happened. And if Fuyumi hadn’t found him, smoldering, foaming at the mouth, screaming in pain, that dabi probably would’ve died from his injuries.

- Dabi officially ran away from the hospital after being isolated in a burn room for months, with only one visit from Endeavor. The sole purpose of that visit being to tell Dabi to his face that he was nothing but a failed prototype.

-not gonna get too into his backstory!! im working on a fic!!

some hcs of dabi currently in the VA:

-dabi can fall asleep literally anywhere

-how many edgy coats does dabi have? the world may never know

-dabi is a pretty sly pickpocket; he kinda had to learn to get money quick since finding a regular job might’ve been kinda hard

-when he’s feeling talkative, dabi actually makes for a great conversationalist and drinking buddy; i imagine that’s why him and twice get along so well

- i also like to think that shigaraki occasionally enjoys his company, when dabi isn’t trying to pick a fight with him or insult him

-when he left home, he destroyed all record of himself; dabi made sure he fell completely off the grid

-if you follow me, i assume you’ve read or are at least aware of the shigadabi series i wrote where shiggy is cold and falls asleep on dabi but if ya havent: i like to think that because of his quirk, dabi’s natural body temperature is a lot higher than that of a normal person, which would normally be concerning but in a superhuman society, im sure an elevated body temp that doesnt fry your brain is probably the least concerning thing you’d see in an emergency room but anyways yeah because of this dabi has become the designated space heater and he hates it so much

- dabi has a really high pain tolerance. living with a large portion of his body burned and scarred could not have been a cake walk for anyone, quirk or no quirk, and he’s since learned to live with that constant pain

- dabi may look like a homeless bump but he actually takes surprisingly good care of himself. again, because of the degree of his burns, dabi is particularly susceptible to infection and illness so he has no choice but to be conscious of his hygiene and health.

-after he ran away, dabi had to give himself a crash course in self-medicating and first aid. Due to burn scar contractures, dabi was often in extreme pain and very prone to infection, so he had to learn how to care for his wounds, how to bring himself relief, what types of aid where most effective, which medications had which effects,how quickly they kicked in, and most importantly, where to get them.

-in that same vein, dabi has become very knowledgeable on antibiotics and basic first aid; he also knows how to properly stitch a wound and can do it very quickly so he’s the makeshift medic for the VA

-being a combatant, dabi’s staples get damaged pretty often so he changes them out fairly often and it is absolute agony to remove them one by one, especially the ones under his eyes, so dabi literally has to get himself just drunk enough to take the edge off but still be able to swap them out without hurting himself; this is another reason i think dabi has a high pain tolerance

-he carries an emergency suture kit in that little leather fanny pack thing; sometimes they get damaged mid battle and dabi has to stitch himself up in the moment until he can replace the staple that came out

-changing gears a little, personally, i think dabi is a lot like shouto in that he’s funny, especially when he doesnt mean to be funny. dabi has that same aloof personality that shouto has because they’re brothers and he strikes me as the type to have a very dry sense of humor. that scene in chapter 160 where dabi says he gets car sick while completely blank-faced, that’s what i mean lol you cant tell me shouto wouldnt act the exact same way if he were in that situation

-dabi hates the rain; it makes his joints ache and his burns feel more tender and it’s awful

-dabi likes spicy foods spicy food for spicy boi

-dabi has A Lot of piercings, and he’s done most of them himself

-since he dropped out of school, dabi isn’t academically brilliant, but he’s a pretty fast learner and is very street savvy. And don’t mistake this for me thinking he’s dumb, because he’s not. Dabi’s a pretty intelligent guy, he just didnt have the opportunity to learn a lot of stuff. I was talking about this with a friend on twitter a while back, but the gist of that convo was that shigaraki is highly intelligent, especially academically and AFO encouraged him to read a lot and learn about a variety of subjects, because knowledge is power and blah blah blah

so fast forward to the current time, shigaraki often reads the paper and random books (the book in question at the time of the convo was animal farm) and dabi likes to ask him about what he’s reading and is genuinely interested in shiggy’s literary criticisms, ideas, etc. and he learns a lot

- idk what else to say lmao so i’ll cut off here i guess but yeah i have a lot of thoughts about the dabster

#anonymous #replies #ask n u shall receive #Dabi #dabi is a todoroki #headcanons #fandom theories #sorry this took so long #i meant to put just a few things and i done lost my mind #long post #i tried to keep this dash friendly and sfw

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vennilavee · 6 years

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lost in Japan

Pairing: lance tucker x poc reader

Summary: lance is away at the olympics and you feel his absence.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of smut

Word Count: 2383

A/N: I can’t get this dude outta my head lmao. listen to 3:15 by bazzi for a prelude to this. then listen to lost in japan by shawn mendes. sorry if my tenses are off, that always messes me up no matter how many times I re-read before I post. enjoy, thanks for being here

Nights before Lance has to leave are always the hardest for both of you. He thinks maybe, just maybe, if he stays awake as long as he can, he never has to leave you. And he can just stay in your arms, waiting for a time that will never come.

But time does come as he gives you something slow, and sweet to remember him by early in the morning before he has to leave. Lance’s touches are slow and electric, lazy and charged, his movements into you languid as his hands cup your face. Despite his unhurried movements, he has you reaching new heights and seeing stars with whispers of his name on your tongue.

For someone who was a self-proclaimed asshole, he sure was sweet and tender with you.

You help him pack for the remainder of the morning, sneaking in more than a few kisses that resulted in another round of sex on the couch.

You take him to the airport, never letting go of his hand the entire drive there.

Lance gives you a big kiss just before the gate, lifting you up in his arms and you yelped in his arms but respond immediately, feeling everyone at the airport melt away from the both of you. His team cheers behind you and you pull away, a little dazed.

“Something to remember me by,” Lance winks at you, “I’m so romantic, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, right,” You roll your eyes with a smirk, “The only thing more romantic than that is if you proposed to me right now.”

“I love you, princess,” Lance says earnestly, kissing your forehead. He ignores the calls of his name from behind him.

“Good luck, baby. I’ll be watching. Be safe, call me when you land?” You suddenly feel vulnerable. He gives you one last hug and kisses your hair again before making his way over to the gate.

He gives you one last wave, and turns around, knowing that if he sees your doe eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist dragging you along with him.

Distance used to just be a word for you- a word to define how far a place was from another place. Distance was a word you used usually to describe places, not people. Even when you spent weeks, months away from your family, you didn’t really feel it. Of course, you missed them, but not in that bone crushing way that made your heart ache in your chest at the mere thought of their voices.

No, that was reserved for Lance Tucker. You both had recently moved in together, deciding that the original distance between the two of you was too much. You had picked up your things and moved into a new apartment with him near the training gym that Lance had become head coach of gymnastics at.

The decision to leave wasn’t even really much of a debate, to your surprise. You hadn’t hesitated when he broached the subject. Lance was half of your heart now, and any sacrifice you made for him wasn’t truly a sacrifice. Because you loved him, and you would never hold it against him.

The old, single you would probably have scoffed at the current you. Independence was a label you wore proudly. You still were independent, but in a different way. In the way that you had learned how to exist in a long distance relationship while giving both him and yourself what you both needed. Lance has taught you so much about yourself. He has showed you hidden gems and treasures about yourself that he has proudly pulled out of you. Treasures that you didn’t even think you had.

It was serious. That scared you at first, causing you to shirk away from him a little bit, initially. But he knew you better than you did apparently, because he had given you space for a little bit before confessing to you that he was in this for the long haul, if you were.

Lance was a different person, too. He knew within the first month of dating you that he was in this for the long haul. You both had been surprised when he was the first one to say ‘I love you’- it had slipped out when you had tried your hand at baking brownies for his entire gymnastics team.

Of course, they came out terribly, but he made his team pretend to enjoy the taste of your sugary cardboard, for your benefit. At least out of the pair of them, one of them could cook- and it wasn’t you.

Lance was in Tokyo for the Olympics this year and you were so incredibly jealous- you have always wanted to go to Japan. He had begged you to come but you couldn’t leave work for that long.

FaceTime wasn’t enough, phone calls weren’t enough, pictures weren’t enough. You feel his absence the most when you slept at night. The apartment didn’t feel right without him in it and your bed was empty without him next to you to hold you close to him.

He was your very own space heater, after all.

Hanging up with him during your last FaceTime call had been particularly painful for you. Your schedules only seemed to match up when it was late at night for you and mid afternoon for him. Lance felt bad keeping you awake, but you didn’t care.

“How are the girls doing? Keeping them hydrated and happy?” You asked with a yawn. You’ve wrapped yourself in one of his hoodies and are laying on his side of the bed. His scent is barely there, but you lay there anyway. It still gives you comfort.

“They’re nervous. Excited but nervous,” Lance said. You heard his own nerves in his voice and you wish you were there with him to soothe them.

“They’re going to shine, Tuck,” You reassured him with a smile, “You’re their teacher after all.”

“They miss you, you know. Keep buggin’ me about why I didn’t bring you with me. Leila said she misses your brownies,” Lance snickered and you feigned hurt.

“Hey! My brownies are good!” You protested with a pout.

“Don’t pout at me, baby girl,” Lance murmured, “Makes me wish I could kiss you.”

“For the last time, I’m not having phone sex with you,” You said with a giggle.

“I wasn’t trying to-” Lance sighed, “Okay, maybe a little bit.”

Your smile faded slowly and you sighed heavily.

“I really miss you. My heart misses you,” You said sleepily, “You’re my whole heart, you know that right?”

“You’re my whole heart, princess,” He said, wishing you could be with him, “I love you.”

Before you knew it, tears sprung into your eyes and trickled down your face. It’s only been two weeks, and you’ve gone longer without seeing him. But this time just feels worse, somehow.

You had made the decision right then that you were going to surprise him in Tokyo. The thought makes you sleep a little easier, and when you wake up the next morning, the first thing you do is purchase plane tickets for the next flight you can take out to Japan.

Lance is cranky, to say the least. It takes almost all of his self-control to stop himself from snapping at his girls, at his staff, at everyone. They all look at him with a mixture of pity and annoyance. They know his attitude is because of your absence.

It doesn’t help that when he tried calling you, since the mere sound of your voice always calmed him down, you hadn’t picked up. He almost chucked his phone at the wall but restrained himself.

Maybe you were just busy at work, he thinks to himself. Or maybe, you decided that you couldn’t do this anymore- the distance was too much.

No, he forces himself to steer away from that train of thought. You would never do him dirty like that. He trusts you, he loves you.

Lance repeats those words to himself in his head like a mantra, waiting for you to call him back.

Hours go by, and you still haven’t called him back. Lance is annoyed, taking out his irritation on his girls. You’d scold him for doing so. But you won’t even answer his texts or his phone calls. So he sits in his room and pouts, staring at his phone as if it’s wronged him.

Tokyo is absolutely breathtaking, you decide as you scan the city from the airport windows. It’s around 1:15 AM local time when you’ve landed and the city lights are comforting and encouraging, despite you being alone in a brand new city.

The airport itself is frenetic with energy, people pushing past you quickly while you soak all of it in. You’re a little tired from being unable to sleep properly on the flight, but you barely feel it because you’re bouncing off the walls with excitement at being able to see Lance soon.

You probably stick out like a sore thumb, with cluelessness painted all over your face. You’ve managed to call Lance’s assistant ahead of time so that he could let you into the Olympic Village undetected. You expect to be thoroughly checked through security prior to arriving to the village, since you hadn’t arrived with the rest of the team.

You don’t care though, because that means you’re one step closer to being with Lance. Giddiness bursts in your chest at that thought.

It’s nearing 2:30 AM local time by the time you’re knocking on Lance’s door. The exhaustion is catching up to you now, but your heart is racing in anticipation. Something warm spreads throughout you as your knuckles rapping against the door in nervousness.

You wait a minute and frown when you hear no movement behind the door. Lance wasn’t that heavy of a sleeper. You knock again, a little louder while dialing his number on your phone. You hear his ringer go off and he’s probably groaning at the sound. But he answers-

“Hello?” Lance’s voices is hoarse with fatigue. You knock again, whispering a soft greeting so he doesn’t know you’re behind the door. He can barely hear you, but he’s still adjusting to all the noises around him.

He grumbles, cursing under his breath before he throws the door open, ready to curse whoever is knocking at his door at 2:30 AM into oblivion.

But it’s you. Lance blinks at you with wide eyes, the neurons in his brain firing slower than usual. It’s you- your curly hair is tied up in a ponytail, you’re wearing one of his hoodies and a suitcase is standing on your right side. Your brown eyes are tinged with fatigue, your glasses sliding down your nose, but your smile is shy.

It’s really you.

“You got plans tonight, baby?” You ask meekly. Lance yanks you to him by your forearm and you squeak, before he crushes you to his chest. His embrace is so tight that you need a minute to breathe. But this is your favorite place to be.

He’s the missing puzzle piece that you’ve been looking for.

It’s only been two weeks, two very long weeks, but he feels your absence even more now that you’re in his arms.

“How did you- what are you- how was your flight?” He tugs your suitcase into his room, refusing to take his eyes off of you. The dark circles under his eyes are prominent, and you know he’s been stressed.

“Long,” You reply, “I was a couple hundred miles from Japan and I... just couldn’t get you off my mind.” It was corny, but it was true.

Lance presses his lips to yours hastily and you sigh contentedly, letting him push you up against the wall behind you. He lifts you up easily and your legs wrap around his waist, tugging him closer to you. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, trailing a finger down your jawline.

“You need to sleep, boo,” You whisper, “I didn’t mean to wake you-”

He shushes you with a kiss but you feel bad, you really do.

“You missed my dick so much that you flew all the way out here?” He teases you with a smirk.

“Yeah, I flew three-thousand or so miles because of your stroke game, Tuck,” You roll your eyes fondly, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I missed you, too,” Lance murmurs, his hands roaming your sides, under your shirt, “I was mad at you today.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You ask curiously, raking your fingers through his hair. You missed this.

“You didn’t answer any of my phone calls,” He pouts at you and you laugh.

“Don’t pout at me, baby. Makes me wish I could kiss you,” You mimic his words from the other night, “I hope you haven’t been annoying with the girls. You’re a menace when you’re cranky.”

“That’s so incredibly rude,” Lance says, pretending to be affronted. You kiss his cheek and leave his embrace, telling him that you’re going to take a shower to wash off the plane ride. You force him to get back into bed and at least close his eyes a little before you get in the shower. He protests, wanting to join you, but you lock the door behind you.

You know he’ll be awake waiting for you, so you make it quick. By the end of your shower, your heart feels a little more at ease. Your skin smells like him.

Lance moves over for you and you slide into bed next to him. You’ve become so accustomed to the bed you have at home that you have to spend a few moments fidgeting to get comfortable. Lance tucks you under him and envelopes you with more than half of his body. His head is in the crook of your neck, his hands loosely on your waist. You hum happily under him, your hands trailing up and down his bare chest. Your fingers travel up to his hair, and his eyes begin to close as you play with his hair. That always gets him to sleep quickly.

You allow yourself to sleep when you hear his breaths even out against your neck. You both sleep better than you’ve slept in days.

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker x you #lance tucker #poc reader #reader insert #my writing

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holland-ish · 6 years

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Choices - Pt. 2 [ P. Parker ]

Summary: When you are faced with seemingly inevitable odds, Spider-Man is there to offer you a choice.

Word Count: 2036

Warnings: None? This just kinda sukcs lmao

A/N: Um, this was actually difficult for me to write?? There is defo going to be another part too.

Taglist: @wtfholland @saracastickid @leni-lion-luke-larb-logic @cutehollands @joetasker @lionhe004 @whileinparis

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Peter stared at you through his mask, wondering what was going on in your head. He had instantly recognised you from his Chemistry class and his Physics class the moment you had pulled the dark fabric away from your face. You and Peter had never actually spoken to each other very much other than when the teacher would pair you up together. Which was very rarely.

The wind didn’t do much too cool him down, his cheeks scorching under his mask and suit. But it seemed to calm you down, so Peter tried not to complain about it too much. He watched as you stared out at the city, your hair moving with the breeze and your eyes shining under the light from the moon. There was something off and he knew it. It wasn’t like Peter could say that he knew you because apart from your name and general characteristics, he didn’t know anything about you. But, he knew enough to know that this was never something that you would want to do on your own.

“I’ve brought you here for privacy,” Peter spoke, tearing at the silence. “And to keep you out of radar. The police only knew that somebody was in the bank out of protocol but they don’t know who it was.”

You simply nodded at him, awkwardly looking at the eyes of his mask and then to the ground. Keeping your silence, you swallowed thickly and stared at your feet. He sighed, hesitantly placing a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezing. Turning around so that you were facing him, your gaze didn’t budge from your shoes.

“You need to tell me what’s happening,” Peter said, his voice softer than it was before. “I want to help you. But I can only do that if you want to be helped.”

“I-I don’t know that much,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Peter’s head tilted to the side, his mask crinkling gently with the movement. “I’ll tell you all I know but-but they said that if I tell anyone, they would hurt my mum.”

“Whoever it is,” Peter almost whispered. “I won’t let them hurt you or your family. You have my word on that.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “Thank you.”

“Were you forced into this?”

“Not really,” you muttered, glancing back over the edge of the building. “My mom and I, we need money. When this lady, her name was Marielle, came to me with a job offer, I just said yes. She said all I’d have to do is pick some stuff up for her boss.”

“You weren’t suspicious?”

“I had no reason to be,” you said, shrugging slightly. “I read through everything that I signed and asked all of the questions I needed to ask. Things only started getting weird when she gave me my first job.”

“Which was this robbery,” Peter muttered, nodding his head. He pursed his lips under the mask, frowning at the concrete underneath his feet.

It was funny, you thought, that you were oddly calm up here with Spider-Man. Usually, you weren’t great with heights but standing here with the masked hero beside you, you were fine. He had brought you to the rooftop of a building that was close by to your own apartment building from the bank, making sure that you weren’t seen.

Peter watched silently as you let out a breath, shaking your head gently. “You couldn’t terminate the contract?”

“If I could have I would have,” you chuckled darkly, kicking lightly at the stray rocks beside your feet. “They would have hurt my-they would have hurt us.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No,” you answered, frowning and biting your lip. “Marielle was only the messenger, really. That’s all I know about them. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Peter rushed out. “That’s okay. We’ll figure something out.”

You shuddered, glancing over his shoulder. “Can you-can you please take me home? I’m tired and-and I just want to be alone.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, stepping forward and wrapping a strong arm around your waist. “Of course. Just hold tight.”

And you did just that, clutching onto him as he swung from building to building. The wind blew through your hair and Peter craned his neck to the side gently so that he could see clearly. He tried not to think of how warm you were against him, focusing on getting you to your apartment.

“Do you want me to drop you at the door?” He asked, calling out over the noise of the wind. You nodded against his chest as he slowed to a stop and placed you softly on the ground outside your apartment building.

“Thank you, Spider-Man,” you shivered, pulling the sleeves of your jersey over your hands. You wrapped your arms around your own waist. “I appreciate you getting me out of that um, situation.”

“I’m just going to be around here for a bit, okay?” Spider-Man, placed a reassuring hand on your arm, squeezing gently so that you knew he was here to help. “I’ll stay close to the neighbourhood.”

You gulped, remembering that your parents were home alone for the night. It wasn’t something you were very pleased about, knowing that you must have pissed off a pretty dangerous person only an hour ago. There was a large chance that you’d find some

“Actually,” you mumbled, blushing and turning away from him. “I don’t-I don’t want to be alone.”

“Oh-”

“I mean, I know you’re busy with Spider-Man business! But I’m worried that-that somebody is going to turn up and-and hurt me because I didn’t finish what the job they needed done.” You blabbed, awkwardly looking away from Spider-Man. “She said they’d hurt me if I didn’t bring them the cash.”

Spider-Man glanced around him, his shoulders tense as he contemplated whether it was a good idea to stay with her. It wasn’t as if he had much else to do since it was otherwise a quiet night. And he didn’t want to leave you alone to be scared since he would need you to be comfortable with him if he wanted to find out who was behind all of this.

“I’ll stay right here,” he told you, motioning to the entrance lobby of the building. When you frowned, he bit his lip and twiddled his fingers.

“You’re welcome to come inside our apartment,” you offered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “My mom is at a work conference so she won’t be home.”

“O-okay, yeah,” Peter stuttered out, wishing he didn’t have to wear this stupid mask because it only made the heat in his cheeks ten times worse.

The both of you made your way to your apartment, ignoring the glances that you got from passersby as you walked through the hallways. The lady at the reception had opened her mouth to speak but abruptly shut it before actually saying anything, shaking her head and grumbling into her computer.

You shivered as you stepped into the cold apartment, instantly reaching to turn on the heaters. Trying to see past Spider-Man who awkwardly waited as you settled yourself in, you filled two glasses of water and offered one to your guest. He shook his head, mumbling incoherently and motioning at the mask that covered his face.

You rolled your eyes. “Just pull it over your mouth. You’re probably parched after all of that crime-fighting you’ve been doing today.”

“I am parched,” he said, taking the glass from your hand and swiftly turning around so that his back was to you. “But I can’t even do that.”

Snickering as he pulled the mask up over his nose, faced away from you, you quickly drank your own glass of water and waited for him to finish. He pulled his mask back down and waited as you washed the glasses and put them away after you pulled it from his grip.

“I-um, you can probably leave after like half an hour if you want,” you said, nervously glancing at the doors while you lead him to your room. “I understand that this could be making you uncomfortable. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright,” Spider-Man said, his voice soft. “I’ll leave when I think it’s safe for you. Or, when you feel safe.”

Maybe it was just because he was awkward but he felt weird. Like his Spidey Senses were going off only they were unnaturally muffled. He tensed, there probably was something wrong. But he gave it a blind eye, hesitantly sitting on the chair that was at your study desk.

There was a surprisingly comfortable silence between the two of you until Peter decided to make it awkward for himself. He quickly thought up a question to ask you in attempt to break apart the silence. “What school do you go to?”

Peter winced. He already knew the answer to that one.

“Midtown,” you said, smiling at him. You hoped he was smiling back under his mask.

Peter was smiling. Gently, but still smiling. There was something different to you now that you were removed from the previous environment, your actions more comfortable and your smiles more real. He watched as you made your way across your room, picking up the textbooks and study materials that were left scattered on your bed.

“Cool,” he said, shortly. “I’ve uh, I’ve heard it’s a pretty good school.”

“Yeah, it’s a great school.” You nodded your head, flattening out the covers on your bed once it was clear of stationary. “There’s great people-well, some great people.”

“Some?” Peter hoped he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries but his curiosity got the best of him. He liked to think the two of you were friends when he was just Peter Parker and not Spider-Man.

“I don’t really have many friends,” you replied, shrugging only your right shoulder. “Just a few. Maybe three or four.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry,” you muttered, your eyes flitting back and forth between the spaces around the masked hero sitting at your study desk. There wasn’t much for the both of you to talk about but you doubted he wanted to hear about how unsuccessful your social life was. “I don’t really know why you’d find that interesting or anything.”

“No, I-I do find it interesting,” Peter frowned, pursing his lips before speaking again. “Of course I find it interesting.”

You bit your lip, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. Looking down at your hands, you fiddled with your nails as you enjoyed the comfortable silence between you and Spider-Man. There was definitely a calm that he brought into your room and you were thankful for it. This room was the site of a lot of your stresses and to be able to breathe for the few minutes without them was a relief you didn’t know you needed.

Time went by slowly and after forty-five minutes, you found that you were lying comfortably on top of your sheets, a book held tightly in your hand as Spider-Man tapped away at his phone. It was a comical sight at first, seeing Spider-Man doing something so mundane as playing Candy Crush.

He glanced up from his phone, catching sight of how your eyes began to droop slowly. Under the mask, Peter felt the corners of his mouth tickle against the soft fabric as they curved upward. Slowly, your eyes fluttered to a shut, your breath evening out as you fell asleep.

There was something oddly intimate about seeing the exact moment that you fell asleep. Peter felt lucky to have seen it but convinced himself that it would have been the same if it were anybody else. He slowly pushed himself off of the chair, taking one last glance at you before leaving your bedroom and checking if the front door was locked. It was.

Deciding that he was better off leaving from the window and swinging back to the apartment he shared with his aunt, he made his way back to your room and as quietly as he could without waking you. Taking one last glance at you, he carefully opened the window, and squeezed through it, making sure to close it behind him.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfic #peter parker series #peter parker fic #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine

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