#also the only juniors i actually know even a little are gonna pass out this year they're giving boards
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PS5 Peter Parker x Male Reader
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REQUEST: May I request a PS5 Peter Parker x Male Reader. The reader and Peter used to be a thing when they were in high school but, they didn't work due to Peter's distance and cold because of him being spiderman especially when aunt May died. Years later, they encountered each other, the reader achieved his dream of being a writer, he wrote a book about him and unexpectedly, Peter came to his convention. Peter has been following the reader ever since they broke up, he always checks up on what he was doing daily without him. He visited the reader's convention hoping for a closure and confessed that he still loves the reader.
TAG: @jihanbang
WC: 4.7K
CONTENT/WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, mentions of high school sweethearts, age gap ( one year difference ), Peter is angsty, reader is a writer, break ups and make ups, request made, insomniac Peter Parker, Spider-Man, some mature language, memories, childhood, high school memories. Peter POV, OOC Peter Parker.
NOTES: I may have gone a little overboard with this one, but I don’t care. I’ve actually been planning on writing an angsty Peter about ex lovers and all and when I saw your request I just had to write it right away. I was gonna keep it short but instead took it further almost 5k! (°▽°), but anyways I enjoyed writing this and put it as Peter perspective. I hope you enjoy this shot because I know I did!
Peter stares at the poster board plastered on the front window of the cities famous bookstore that he’d been passing by on the way out of F.E.A.S.T. He wasn’t much of a reader when it came towards books of fantasy or romance and would much rather have his nose stuck between the pages of a physics and engineering book, but he’d for sure read this new one coming out soon. His eyes drift over to the authors picture, staring at the smiling man and taking in their appearance. How long has it been since he’s last seen that smile?
Peter remembers the first time he saw that smile.
He was sixteen years old and freshly new to high school near his aunt May’s place. He’d grown nervous and anxious at the idea of starting his first year of his last three years of education before collage could even start, he remembers arriving late on his first day, flustered and embarrassed when walking into his first period only to have everyone laugh at him when the teacher points out his tardiness to the whole class.
He was embarrassed, but also lucky enough to get a seat in the back of the classroom where no one would see him. The only difference was that the only spot avaliable was next to the schools president who was a year older than Peter and the only Junior in his first period class. Peter always steered away from class representatives having experience their egos back in middle school. The good thing was that he didn’t have to deal with it all day and only for the first hour of school.
Until he found out that the president was in all of his classes, meaning that he would be seeing the kid for the whole school year and being partnered with him in various projects together. When he was first partnered with the class president he figured that he would be the only one doing the project and getting them an easy A only to get the total opposite from him.
Peter was surprised when Y/n sat next to him during class, shoulders bumping as he opens their textbooks and began to plan out their project and what subject they should look into along with figuring out where to meet up and when to get started. Peter didn’t think that the class president would actually help him out or put the work into their project.
He figured that he was only being nice because he was the schools star until he started following Peter everywhere. He’d invite him to eat lunch together or even drag him to the library in order to get started on their project it wasn’t until Peter actually freaked out when Y/n followed him home, thinking that he was being stalked and gained the confidence to stick up to the president, glaring at the junior and asking him why he was following him and claiming him to be a stalker.
Only for Y/n to laugh at Peters accusations and quickly clear up the problem by telling him that he actually lived in the same street as him, pointing out to the house just a few blocks down from Peters aunts place. Lets just say that Peter was embarrassed that day.
It wasn’t until their time together became a routine.
Y/n would be waiting for Peter every morning in order to walk to school together, visiting his place and joining his and aunt Mays dinner nights and keeping them company. There time together almost everyday caused a strange feeling to bloom deep down inside of Peter, questioning himself as to why he was feeling this way whenever he was around Y/n.
Peter liked science and like a scientist he had to experiment.
So, the teen started the process. His mornings with Y/n on the way to school were normal the two always talking about class work that was left unfinished or Y/n telling Peter about the different ideas he had in mind for the students and making sure that the year ends perfectly for everyone. There lunch together was also normal with Peter sitting across from Y/n as he eats his chocolate pudding, staring at the other teen who also eats his lunch and passing Peter his own pudding cup.
Y/n knew that Peter liked the schools chocolate pudding and always gave him his each time they got it for lunch without even having to offer it and Peter would easily take it without hesitation and eat a spoonful while they continued to converse.
Peter didn’t get that familer feeling anymore and figured that he was possibly just sick that day. Only to get that same feeling again when their both sitting in his bedroom after finishing up their project with Y/n rambling to Peter about his writing and the amount of ideas he had in mind while showing his drafts, sitting so close to each other that they can feel each others breaths.
That’s when Peter discovered that he was crushing on the class president.
Which resulted into Peter screaming into his pillow that night after going to bed. He couldn’t be crushing on Y/n out of all people why him? Since his discovery he was much more careful around Y/n, cutting their time together, leaving earlier than him in the mornings to the point that he had to fake being sick in order to avoid seeing him.
It didn’t take long for Y/n to notice Peter avoiding him and he wasn’t one to let things drag on. The day that Peter arrived to school an hour early in order to avoid Y/n he didn’t expect himself to be grabbed by the back of his backpack and dragged inside the janitors closet. He panics at first until he’s face to face with Y/n, staring at him with wide eyes and noticed how angry he looked.
“You’re avoiding me.”
Peter chuckled nervously while shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Cut the crap, Peter.”
Peter can’t help but wince softly by his stern voice, avoiding eye contact when he feels his heart race, noticing how close Y/n is being while he continues to talk.
“You’re always leaving earlier than me in the mornings which is funny because your always waking up late and I have to be the one to wake you up—you stopped eating lunch with me and your always taking sick days which never happens because you hate missing school and you never get sick!” He continued to ramble on, losing Peter half way when he’s staring at him with admiration. The fact that Y/n not only noticed Peters avoidance but also pointed out the smallest things about him that not many people knew about, not even his aunt did.
“—and then you leave me behind after school when we always walk back home together and you don’t answer my texts! So, I figured that I’d corner you before school started in order to get answers.”
Peter is pulled from his thoughts and focused back on Y/n, staring at him as he stands before him with crossed arms and a frown on his face and a raised brow, waiting for an answer.
“It’s complicated.”
“Bullshit.”
Y/n was quick to respond, surprising Peter.
The two are staring each other down until Y/n sighs in defeat, frown softening while breaking contact and rubbing his temples. “Look, I won’t push you to tell me but can I least ask…did I do something to make you act this way?” His voice is filled with concern which only makes Peter quickly speak up. “No! No you didn’t do anything its…” He hesitates to speak, growing afraid and anxious by how Y/n will react when confessing his feelings.
He’s afraid to lose the person he really cares for, but he can’t always keep his feelings bottled up.
“Peter—?”
“I like you.”
Y/n’s breath hitched when hearing Peters confession, eyes full of surprise and with a gaped mouth. Before he could say anything Peter continues on. “I didn’t know until I started being around you more often and ever time I’m around you my hearts races and my stomach makes me feel like I want to throw up. I was avoiding you because I was afraid of how you’d react if you found out and I thought it would be better for me to keep my distance in hopes of getting rid of these feelings, but it only made me feel worse.”
Peter would think that Y/n would reject him and possibly leave him alone in the closet, ending their friendship after confessing. He didn’t think that he’d pulled into a kiss, warm hands cupping his cheeks and soft lips against his own. Peters eyes were wide in and face going red, he wasn’t only full of surprise but it was also his first kiss.
“You’re an idiot if you didn’t think i’d feel the same way.” Y/n says against Peters lips when breaking apart.
From that moment on the two started dating.
Peter expected the entire school to find out that their popular Vice president was dating him only to get nothing due to them keeping their relationship private. Y/n wanted to continue enjoying his time with Peter in school without being bombarded with questions by the various popular students who liked him. The two had their peace for the first year until graduation neared.
During Y/n’s last year of school he had told everyone that he wasn’t running for president for his Senior year and instead with the extra time he had he spent it at Peters place after school. The two would listen to each others talk passionately about what they loved with Peter talking fondly about his science projects and him listening to Y/n ramble on about his writing and his book ideas that he’s noted down for Peter to read and critique.
Everything was going well until it wasn’t.
Before Peter and Y/n officially started dating he focused on his duties as the cities hero, never having to worry about keeping it a secret from anyone else but his Aunt only to find out that he’d have to eventually tell Y/n about it which only freaked him out. He couldn’t allow him to know due to the fear of ruining their relationship and perhaps putting him in danger if things were to get bad as he continued to be the cities hero.
So, little by little Peter became distant towards Y/n.
Coming up with excuses as to why he didn’t want to go out to the point that arguments started over the smallest things. Peter wanted to keep Y/n close to him but the fear of being discovered as to why he’s always late to their small dates caused him to make the worst decision ever. It was the week before senior graduation that he broke up with Y/n, making up a lie that he didn’t want to hold him back when he’s in college and should have the freedom to be with other people who were far better than him.
Peter couldn’t even look him in the eyes when he utters those words and instead runs away like a coward.
That same night he had cried himself to sleep, feeling devastated and broken by his poor decision but also telling himself that it was for the best. Peter avoided Y/n on the days that he tried to talk to him, coming over to his aunts place to try and have a conversation only to be pushed away, keeping himself busy with his Spider-Man duties and spending more time in the city.
It wasn’t until after graduation that Y/n moves out of his parents place and got himself an apartment on the other side of the city, far away from Peter. He didn’t have to worry about going outside and bumping into his ex each time he checked the mail or took out the trash even though Peter wished to see him again he knew it’s was better to stay away.
Even after twelve years he couldn’t stop thinking about the man.
As the years went on he had found Y/n on social media, checking in on his profile every few weeks and taking notice of the various pictures that are posted along with interviews and conventions about his book that is to be released soon. Peter didn’t want to look like a stalker checking his ex’s socials, but can’t help himself and do it.
After returning back home from F.E.A.S.T he didn’t expect to find MJ working in the living room. Even though the two were close friends she had recently moved in with him as a way of saving some money and making living easier for the both of them.
“What are you doing?” Peter asked when enter the house and closing the door behind him while heading towards the kitchen to make himself something to eat while he listened to MJ type away on her computer. “Just on a new article.” She answers and looks up from her computer to see Peter searching the fridge. MJ took the opportunity to close her laptop and rush over to Peter with a smirk on his face.
“An article about what?” Peter closed the fridge after taking out the orange juice and slightly jolts by MJ’s sudden close appearance, startling him and sighing deeply.
“About Y/n.”
Peter froze at the familiar name.
Even though him and MJ had been friends for years he hadn’t told her or Harry about his past relationship with Y/n he never even mentioned dating someone when he was with them. He wasn’t ashamed he just didn’t want to bring up something he regrets ruining.
“The author?” He stutters out and focused back on pouring himself a drink and setting the carton of orange juice aside while he listened to MJ. “Yeah! I got to interview him about his book and he was very nice.” She went on about her time with Y/n. “Oh! He actually gave me a copy of his book before the release date and I took today to start reading it, I’m half way through but I really like it. I think its kind of cute that he turned his life story into a little fairy tale of his own.” She chuckled while approaching the living room where she picks up the book.
Peters eyes land on the cover page and watched her open the book to where she left off, his eyes averting as he focused on drinking his juice.
“Check this out! While I was reading it I noticed that the love interest has the same name as you.”
Peter chokes on his juice.
Spitting and coughing by the action.
“Are you okay?” MJ approached him, patting his back as she looks at him with worry only for Peter to reassure her that he’s fine and that he choked on his juice, claiming that he was drinking to face when in reality he was shocked by MJ’s words.
“Can I see?” He points towards the open book that she left open on the counter. “sure.” Her approval is all he needed for him to pick up the book and scan the pages, eyes moving back and forth as he read a few paragraphs and noticed how familiar the sounded to him. He doesn’t realize how engrossed he is that MJ clears her throat. “You can borrow it if you want, although you don’t look like the kind of guy who reads this sort of stuff.” She teased, earning a small laugh from Peter.
“You’d be surprised.” He gives off a faint smile, checks turning red as he closed the book. “Would it be alright for me to borrow it? I won’t move your bookmark.” He said.
MJ chuckled while nodding her head. “You can borrow it, just make sure to give it back once your done. I want to know what happens next.”
Peter promises MJ that he’ll return it once he’s finished.
He doesn’t read it right away and instead waits until sunset when he’s getting ready for bed, finally getting the peace and quiet that he needs before he takes the book from his nightstand and stares at the cover, growing nervous by the second until he finally decides to open the book.
Peter spends the entire night reading Y/n’s writing and realizing that his story is a reflection of their past relationship only with a few changes here and there, but it felt like Peter was watching a movie about his past and the things that both he and Y/n did together. He remembers the amount of drafts and ideas that Y/n wold show Peter and how he struggled to write a good story. He remembers Y/n telling him that he wanted a story that his readers would actually enjoy a story that will pull them in to the point where they are begging for more.
The story is written in Y/n’s perspective, obviously using a different name for the character he’s writing about. It’s the way that the words are perfectly written for him to understand and remember those days of them being together. It all came crawling back to him as he nears the end only to find out that the ending was different.
Instead of both characters breaking up the story continues on with Y/n’s perspective of his life in college, not giving much detail about what happened to the relationship and ending with him finding joy in writing. Which leaves Peter questioning himself, why?
When he completes the book he sets it aside sitting in silence and thinking about everything that happened between the two. He thinks about the first time they kisses, their first date, the first time that Y/n convinced Peter to sneak out to a party, the time that Y/n snuck inside Peters bedroom window as the two snuck around like teenagers would.
He also thinks about their break up and how scared he was to even look at Y/n when ending it between the two.
It was obvious that he still loved him and after twelve years he couldn’t let go.
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Peter shouldn’t be here.
He shouldn’t be at this convention when he clearly told himself that he’d keep his distance and yet, here he stands in a line full of fans that came to see Y/n and get their books signed. His hand gripped a copy of the book, growing anxious each time the line got closer only to chicken out every time he gets close and head back to the end of the line.
His anxiety washed away every time he got to the back of the line and did this almost five times until the line was cut short when announced that this was Y/n’s hour before leaving, meaning that Peter couldn’t turn back nor could he avoid confrontation. His heart raced as the line moved closer, keeping his head down in hopes of avoiding getting attention. He found out that he was the last one in line which would make the whole situation less awkward between the two.
He wouldn’t be holding anyone back and could leave whenever he can without a problem.
That was until his turn came up.
After the young girl in front of him gets her book signed and goes along her day he noticed Y/n turning around in order to get another marker due to the last one running out of ink, not noticing Peter when he approached the table. He slides the book in front of Y/n and when he turns back around his focus is on the book first, smiling as he flips it open.
“Sorry about that my last maker ran out and had to get a new one! But, good thing your the last I’m in no rush!” He chuckled out, being friendly as always as he flips to the front page where he signs his name. “who am I signing this for?”
Peter hesitates.
“Peter Parker.”
He noticed Y/n freeze mid signature, looking up slowly to face Peter.
After twelve years Y/n hadn’t changed a bit, his hair was still the same and so was his sense of fashion, remembering when he was teased for wearing a coat the minute fall started even though it wasn’t even cold outside yet.
The two stare at each other in silence only for Peter to break the tension between them. “I liked your book.”
Y/n blinks at him, focusing back on the book and clearing his throat while he nods. “Thanks…” He finished signing the book and closed the cover, sliding the book back to Peter while avoiding eye contact.
Peter wanted to wince, but it was expected. He ended things terribly between them and didn’t blame Y/n for avoiding him. As he reached out to take the book back into his hand he lets his fingers trace over the binding the tension between them growing even more as they remain silent amongst themselves.
“Why did you end it like that?”
Peters question gets Y/n’s attention, finally looking at him with a confused look. “What?”
“The story, why did you end it like that?”
Y/n licks his lips. “Because I thought it fit well.”
“Even when you know what the ending was really like?”
Peter wasn’t trying to judge his writing or criticize the ending, he was simply confused as to why he ended it when him sounding like everything was fine when in reality the ending would have been different if he had added their break up into it.
Y/n doesn’t know what to say, remaining silent as he stands from his seat and tried to keep himself distracted by cleaning up his area and pouting things away. “Why does it matter?”
“Because I know what its really about.” Peter speaks up, taking a step forward and setting the book down on the table as he watched Y/n collect his things. “You’ve showed me your writing before and I know how much you like being honest in your stories—“
“Not everything has to be true.” Y/n blurts out getting Peters attention who gets cut off mid conversation while looking at the man that he knew loved to write stories with passion who’d quickly pull out his phone the minute an idea came to minute and would note it down for later.
“What do you mean?”
His question causes Y/n to really look at him. “Yes, the story is about us and yes I changed the ending, but that doesn’t mean that everything is true. If you want the truth then I am more than happy to tell you the truth.” He glares at Peter while shoving his jacket inside his bag. “The truth is that I was miserable in college, I hated that place and the people who were there with me. I didn’t care for anyone and I stopped writing for years because every time I sit down and pick up a pen and start writing I can’t help but think about you all the time and that stupid smile on your face. I found it hard to visit my family knowing that you lived just a few blocks down.”
Peters heart races when listening to his explanation.
“So I figured, why not write our story the way I always thought it would be like?”
By the time he was done talking he had finished getting his things, giving peter one last look before leaving, brushing past Peter and making his way towards the exit while Peter stood back and watched. He felt like he was losing him all over again telling himself that it wasn’t worth it and to move on like he has been in the last twelve years, but after reading his book after getting the truth as to why he wrote it he knows he can’t sit back this time and watch as the person he still loves slip away from him.
So, Peter is quick to react. He’s rushing after Y/n and running out of the bookstore, looking both ways until his eyes land on Y/n who walked further up ahead. He’s running after him, chasing down the man and grabbing him by the arm and he pulls him into an alley way, perhaps not the best place but the only one that can give them some privacy from the public eye.
“what are you—!?”
“I’m sorry.” Peter cuts in.
“Peter—“
“No, let me finish.” He cuts in again, this time letting go of Y/n’s arm. “I’m tired of running and I’m tired of letting the best thing get away from me. I know what I did to you was horrible and it was the most dick thing I could ever to do and yes, you should be mad at me and you should hate me for it, but I never stopped thinking about it. You have no idea how many times I wanted to reach out and apologize but every time I thought about it I couldn't help but think about how I ended things and I regret everything about it.”
Y/n sighs softly, eyes softening as he leans back against the wall. “Then answer me this, why did you end things?”
Peter froze, the familiar fear crawling back to him.
“Because I.,,” He couldn’t speak. “Because I was afraid to lose you if I told you the truth. I was afraid that you’d possibly stop liking me or end things with me first before anything else.” He was rambling at this point knowing that he wasn’t telling him everything and was still avoiding the truth.
“Peter,” Y/n’s voice is enough to bring him back. “The truth, now.” His tone grew stern, glaring this time.
Peter sighs in defeat. “I didn’t break up with you because of you going to college, I broke up with you because I was afraid of telling you that I’m Spider-Man…” He finally says the words, finally revealing the truth. He expects Y/n to laugh at him or perhaps walk away without a word only to hear the most jaw dropping thing ever.
“I knew.”
‘you knew—how?”
Y/n laughed at Peters shock. “Peter I was always paying attention. I knew that something wasn’t right when you grew distant with me and I didn’t realize until I found your suit hidden under your bed. I didn’t want to believe that my boyfriend was Spider-Man until I started piecing everything together.” He explains to Peter. “You were always late to our dates, ditching classes which you never do, I even noticed the amount of muscles you gained when we were in gym together.”
Peter blushed at the last statement not realizing how much Y/n stared at him each time he changed in front of him.
“If you knew why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to freak you out and instead I decided to wait until you were ready to tell me…and this is the results.” He points a finger between the two, realizing that this all caused them to break up even when he already knew. Peter felt even worse now that he knew the truth, wanting to punch himself and feeling ashamed of himself.
While Peter cursed at himself for everything, Y/n speaks up with a small smile on his face. “So you thought about me?” Peter blushed at his comment. “Yeah.” He answers honestly, staring at the man who chuckled. “You wrote a book about me.”
“Technically it wasn’t about you it was about us.”
“Still counts,”
Y/n can only laugh which makes Peter smile feeling like teenagers again. Their laughter and smiles bring them back memories of their time together and perhaps they can make new ones
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A/n: I let the whore out for this one 🤭 and I'm not even ashamed? I wanted to make it more filthy but I decided to not push it 😬 but lemme know if you liked this one!!! I'd love to write more!!
Summary: just the story of perv!bouncer!Eddie x dumb!ice-cream vendor!reader and the little white lie he used in order to get you where he wanted you. (KINKY) 4.6k
Warnings: so first off, perv!Eddie (he's a bit of a meanie) and dumb!reader, ok? He takes advantage of you, oopsie. Humiliation, degradation, lying and gaslighting, pet names, groping, very strong D/s vibes although not established, spit kink, a hint of dubcon? (only if you squint). Needless to say, 18+!! (also I wrote this in one go don't @ me if it's shitty)
You shouldn't have worn heels - it was late at night, you were running late and while the rain had stopped, the mud still managed to splash its way up to your ankles. And come to think of it, the skirt hadn’t been that good of an idea either, not for the metal concert you were attending at least, but you were two blocks away and it was too late to turn back now.
Before entering the venue, you stopped at the corner, fixed your hair and your shoes with a napkin you found around your purse, and prayed to the gods that even though the concert should have already started, the bouncer would still be there to give you a ticket and allow you inside.
“Eddie!” you exclaimed relieved. He was just about to stand up from his little booth when you burst inside the building, and his eyes widened when he realized who you were.
While it truly hadn’t been that long since you last saw each other, it surely felt like it. The last time you saw him was at his graduation, one week after you finished junior year. Currently, almost two years had passed since you yourself were done with school.
“Y/n, wow. I haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?”
“Good, good, I’m good” you huffed, getting ready to fish the money for the ticket out of your purse. “You work here?”
“Yeah. I’m a bartender but something came up and our guy had to leave for a bit. I’m just covering for him.”
“Oh, ok. Cool”
“Did you come for the concert? It’s about to start”
“Yeah, mhm. I know I’m a bit late.” you said, picking out the dollars out of your purse one by one. When you decided your bag should be cute and fit your outfit rather than actually be useful, you didn’t imagine you’d have to embarrass yourself like this. “Here’s 7 dollars-” you mumbled handing him the money, “Wait, I have three more, just give me a second”
“Y/n…” Eddie said as he hesitated to take it from you. “It’s 30 dollars.”
“30 what?” you gasped. “I thought it was 10”
“It was 10, until like an hour ago. You should’ve bought it in advance, tickets are always more expensive at the door”
“You must be kidding me” you cried, “I can’t pay 30$ for a concert of a band I barely even heard about”
“Then don’t” Eddie chuckled, “It’s not that big of a deal, it’s only going to last one hour tops”
“Yeah but my friend likes the vocalist. I promised her I’d be there”
“Then pay?”
Instead of going back to explaining why you really didn’t feel like doing that, you straightened your back and grinned. “Eddie…”
“I’m not interested," he laughed in a heartbeat, fully aware of the tactics you might want to try on him.
“Free ice cream for the whole month!” you belted, grabbing his shoulder to help you get your point across. “You know you can’t say no to that”
“I never even bought ice cream from your shop, Y/n, no”
“Two months!”
“Baby girl, buy the ticket or wait for the concert to end. I can’t just let you in”
“Yes, you can” you scoffed, stomping your foot against the floor. “Since when do you care about the rules?”
“Since my job is at stake, sweetheart”
“Who’s gonna know? Right, no one. So pleeeeease, Eddie! Pretty please with a tiny and sweet cherry on top?”
He was thinking about it, it was obvious the wheels were turning. His eyes traveled along the length of your body as he licked his lips, and that gave you hope. But unfortunately, when he looked back up into your eyes, he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t”
“You can” you pouted, “You just don’t want to”
Eddie tapped his chin, “I guess that’s true. There’s nothing in it for me, so…”
“Asshole!” you giggled and hit his side. “Just tell me what you want, you got it”
“Anything I want?”
“Anything!”
“Anything, anything?” Eddie laughed.
“Just say it, you jerk”
But he didn’t really say it. What he did however was lean behind his little desk and then stand back up with a small camera in his hand. With one eyebrow raised, he motioned with his head to one of the small back rooms to the side, and that should’ve been your cue to at least try offering him ice cream again.
"I can't believe I'm doing this" you nervously giggled as you placed your purse on one of the chairs you found laying around. More things crossed your mind while you took your jacket off but you kept quiet, only turning around to face Eddie when you were left in your tank top and skirt. "This is stupid. I'm being stupid, right?"
"It's just a little bit of fun" he smiled, moving the camera from one hand to the other. "You absolutely don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable"
"Comfortable getting naked for a stranger to take pictures of me?" you laughed in disbelief.
"Are you?"
His raised eyebrow and the confidence he had made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. "Don't hold this over my head, ok?"
"It's just a few pictures, Y/n, no big deal"
"I know" you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "But I don't want you to think I'm a slut or something. I don't do stuff like this"
"There's a beginning for everything, sweetheart. What if you end up loving it and want to take more?"
"Yeah, right" you rolled your eyes and felt a very strong urge to look anywhere else but at him. "Ok, how do you want them?"
He thought about it for a second. "Take your top off, we'll see from there"
The little bit of conscious thinking still present inside your mind had a very hard time accepting just how fast your hands worked to remove your shirt. The second that piece of clothing went over your head, your cheeks started burning and a very painful but familiar feeling awakened in your core. Half naked and maybe a little bit confused, you turned to look at Eddie - who was grinning from ear to ear, getting ready to snap the picture.
"Say cheese!"
You didn't say it, but you did straighten your back, smiled, and even put on a cute pose with your hands beside your cheeks.
"You've done this before?" Eddie laughed after taking the picture as he waited for it to slip out of the device.
"No, why?"
He quirked an eyebrow. "It's a nice picture"
"Let me see" you said and bubbled over to him, looking at the picture as it exited the camera. "Oh, yeah. You're right! It really is cute"
"Told you, sweetheart" Eddie grinned and grabbed your chin.
You instinctually followed and tilted your head up to look at him, shame spreading across your body as you reveled in his little words of praise. "What next?"
"Bend over that desk over there"
Without as little as a hint of hesitation, you walked over to the desk, planted your chest on top of it and pushed your skirt up over your ass.
"See why I'd think you've done this before?" he laughed and slapped your ass. "I didn't even tell you to lift your skirt"
"You were about to anyway, I'm just ahead of you"
"Such a good, little girl"
As much as you hated to admit, the way he groped your ass, and his fingers - rough and digging into your skin, it all made you squirm under his touch. You remained motionless and sat there quietly, only your feet wobbling a bit from the uncomfortable position as you allowed him to do his thing. "Can I take these off?" Eddie asked, his pointer finger already hooked behind the little piece of fabric that covered your cunt.
"Yeah, mhm" you nodded eagerly. "Do what you want"
Maybe you shouldn't have said that. But a part of you forgot about the concert and was too focused on Eddie's touch, on his presence behind you, the fact that you couldn't see him making all your senses go off the rails.
But a deal was a deal and Eddie wasn't about to break it… that much. After pushing your underwear to the side, the cold air hit your already heated and sensitive core. "Can I see how wet you are, doll?"
You nodded.
And his finger slipped right in, knuckle deep, his big, silver ring barely visible between your damp, puffy folds.
"How about two?"
"...ok"
"Three? Can you take three?" Eddie asked, slipping his fingers inside without wasting time to hear your answer.
A soft moan broke past your lips and your back arched the way he was filling you up, little tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Eddie" you cried.
"Yeah, puppy?"
But only a grunt escaped your throat as you let your forehead fall against the desk.
When he didn't get an answer from you, he just chuckled and the next thing you heard was the sound of the camera going off.
"Cute" Eddie said, retracting his hand from your pussy.
The sudden feeling of emptiness made you whine, "That's all?"
"What? Did you want more?"
"I- I thought-" you mumbled, turning around to face him, "I thought you were gonna, I don't know…"
"Do you want me to, doll?"
The way the words almost slipped out of your mouth was pathetic. But you managed to control yourself, and just pushed yourself up and shook your head. "No" you lied. And he could tell.
"You sure, kitten?"
"Yeah, no. Just take the next pic"
"Ok, last one, sweetheart. Can you get on your knees for me?"
Still visibly disappointed with how he left you hanging, you wordlessly kneeled in front of him. Your hands flew up to grip his thighs and your head fell back, your eyes on his. "Like this?"
"Exactly like that, puppy. You're so good, you know that?" Eddie said, nonchalantly licking your juices off his fingers. "And you taste so sweet, baby"
"Thank you" you weakly smiled as he caressed your cheek. "What, um… what do I do now?"
"Open wide for me, just like that. Can you stay like this for a bit?" Eddie commanded.
All you could do was nod and follow him with your stare, your heart nearly beating out of your chest when he lowered himself in front of you and grabbed your chin.
"Do you like this?"
Yes. No. Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut for a second then then, much to his absolute pleasure, nodded yes.
The sheer embarrassment you felt from not being able to answer him as your mouth hung open made the pressure between your legs grow even more unbearable. You wanted him to do something, anything, touch, or at least talk to you, but he just left you there, hanging pathetically and waiting.
"How about this for the last picture?" Eddie questioned and then shoved his fingers into your mouth. Ring deep and with no warning, he forced your jaw open as he pushed his fingers as far as they could go, making your eyes snap wide open in shock.
"Easy, sweetheart. Stay still for me, ok? Don't fight it"
But it was impossible, with your airway partially blocked and your gag reflex threatening to act up, your hands found his wrist and squeezed as all you could do was look up into his eyes.
"Do you like being like this, angel? All good and dumb for me?"
Your answer came in the form of a blink, your eyebrows also arching upwards, before a cough broke in the back of your throat.
"Easy, doll. Slow down, stop fighting it. Relax, you can do it, you can do it, baby" but he was not helping you, instead pushing down harder onto your tongue, making your eyes water from the lack of oxygen.
But still, you didn't try to fight him, to pry his hand away or to even distance yourself. You just stood there, choking on his fingers, painfully awaiting the moment he'd figure you'd had enough.
While he didn't let you off easily, when your throat constricted around his fingers again, he finally retracted his hand. Drunk on the so dearly needed breath of fresh air that rushed down your throat, you fell forward, your cheek against his thigh as you struggled to regain your composure.
"So good for me, puppy. You listen so well" Eddie cooed, brushing your hair as you refused to pull away from your leg.
"Eddie…" you pouted, "You didn't take the picture"
"That's ok, doll. How are you? Are you good?"
Still unwilling to move, you nodded against his leg. "Yep"
"What do you want to do next, sweetheart? You can choose for the last picture"
"I don't wanna choose" you shook your head, "Just tell me what to do"
"Is there nothing you want, angel? Not even one thing that crossed that pretty, little head of yours?"
"No"
"Then open up for me again, sweetheart"
Lazily, you shuffled to the side and settled back into your position on your knees in front of him. This time, he only pried your mouth open a little bit, much for the aesthetic of it all, his fingers on your tongue and his heavy rings against your bottom lip.
When he brought the camera up, you looked directly into the lens, eyes wide and soft, as you were all but drooling. The way you squirmed once you heard the click of the camera was probably pathetic, but he enjoyed it and you wanted more.
"That's enough" Eddie said, placing the device to the side and squatting down in front of you. "Can you swallow for me?"
You blinked in confusion but burned with enthusiasm, almost moaning out loud when you saw him tower over you and spit down onto your awaiting tongue.
You didn't question it, didn't even flinch, you just closed your mouth and swallowed as he told you.
Once done, Eddie helped you up and waited for you to change. Back out at his little security desk, you waited patiently for him to put the yellow bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you"
"Pleasure doing business with you, doll"
Despite rolling your eyes, you couldn't also hide the way your lips curled at the little pet name, suddenly getting to you in a way half an hour ago you couldn't have even imagined.
"Come with me to the bar, I'll fix you something to drink. On the house"
"Where was this generosity before?" you teased and stepped inside as he held the door open for you.
"Don't push it," he playfully threatened. Once inside, Eddie grabbed your hand and guided you back behind the bar. "What do you want to drink, sweetheart?"
You knew what you wanted, but the annoyed looks of the people impatiently waiting their turn distracted you. Eddie noticed it in a heartbeat, the distress in your eyes saying it all.
"Fuck them" he scoffed, raising his middle finger in their direction as he shielded you with his body. "Just tell me what you feel like drinking"
"Um, a screwdriver, please"
"Coming right up" he said and got to work, only to have you follow him closely like a lost puppy. Too many pairs of judgemental eyes still followed your every move, and without Eddie's attention on you, they felt even more intrusive than before.
"Eddie, I want to pay for it" you said as you opened your purse, "I feel bad"
"I'm not taking your money, Y/n"
"They're looking at me as if I've committed a crime. I'm not going out there with my free drink that I didn't even have to wait for. Just take my money, Eddie, please!"
That sounded like it pissed him off. Not you, though. They did. You sounded genuinely worried, and he didn't like that. After he finished making your drink, Eddie placed it in front of you and then turned to face the customers. "Before you all get your panties in a bunch, she didn't cut to the front, you're waiting to get served by my colleague, I haven't even started my shift. And even if she had cut in front of you, that would've been fine too, because I said so. If any of you even looks at her the wrong way, you're getting kicked out and banned. Thank you!"
Despite his rant having done its job perfectly since no one dared comment or even keep staring, you barely found it in you to look at him. "Eddie… you didn't have to do that"
"If anyone bothers you, come find me" he said, as if he hadn't even heard you. He just grabbed your glass and placed it between your hands, "Go enjoy the concert, sweetheart"
"Thank you" you meekly said.
"No problem, doll" he grinned and slapped your ass as you turned to walk away.
Luckily enough with the soundcheck and stage preparations, you managed to find your friends before the second song even started.
While the music wasn't necessarily your favorite, you still danced your soul out and used the little breaks between songs to listen to your friend vent and fangirl over the vocalist. Tall, long hair and a leather jacket - another thing whose appeal you didn't think you'd see any time soon.
But the whole thing turned out to be a blast, no one interrupting your dancing sessions and by the time the concert was over, you were all spent, barely able to maintain your balance on your aching feet.
After collapsing in the nearest booth you found available, one friend who made the happiest choice of the night regarding the shoes and chose a pair of sneakers, sacrificed herself and made her way to the bar while you all waited for her at the table.
Mostly, the conversation circled around everyone's surprise with how enjoyable the concert actually was. A few other topics had been touched, such as whether they'd party at this bar or not, or if any of the members were single, but when the subject of the price rolled around, you felt personally attacked.
Without explaining, you excused yourself from the table and stomped your way to the bar, walking behind it like the place belonged to you.
"Eddie, I need to talk to you"
"Not now, sweetheart. I'm a bit busy" he hurriedly spoke, unable to even look at you as he balanced 7 shot glasses between his hands.
"Now, Eddie!"
"It's gonna have to wait, have a seat" he huffed and dragged a stool over to his side of the bar. "Wait"
The only thing that kept you from making a scene right then and there was the number of people that were waiting for their drinks. And while you would've very gladly given Eddie a hard time, those people had nothing wrong. So, with a pout and a frown on your face, you sat down and proceeded to wait.
"What's wrong? Can you tell me what happened?" Eddie eventually said in between orders, still visibly busy and not giving you all the attention you required.
"No" you crossed your arms, "Not like this"
"Did something happen?" he questioned, sounding genuinely worried. He threw the towel in his hand over his shoulder and leaned closer, softly touching your thigh as he spoke. "Tell me if-"
"I'll hit you" you snapped and shoved him. "Take a break"
And that was what he did. As soon as he got a little window of time, he asked his colleague to cover for him and then guided you out from behind the bar, and over to a more secluded corner.
"Ok, what happ-"
"Asshole!" you slapped his cheek - as hard as you could but nowhere near hard enough to do any real damage. "Fuck you!"
"Whoa!" Eddie gasped as he recoiled from the blow, instantly grabbing your wrist to stop you from delivering another blow. "What the hell happened?"
"30 dollars!? You lied to me!"
"Oh, that…"
"Yes! That! You're a fucking asshole!"
"Hey, now. Don't go there" Eddie calmly said, arms going up in a defensive position despite still holding onto your hand. "It was just a bit of fun. You had fun too, didn't you?"
"That's not the point"
"You didn't deny it!"
"Asshole!" you snapped again, this time using your free hand to hit his side. But he grabbed onto this wrist too, pulling you closer to him despite your protests. "Eddie, let me go!"
"No, you're gonna hit me again"
"Yes, I am. You lied to me"
"Ok, I lied" he raised his shoulders and rolled his eyes, "So what? We both had some fun, and you got in for free and also got a free drink. I think it's fair"
"No, it's not fair!" you tried to free yourself but his grip was iron strong. "It's not fair because it wasn't 30 dollars, you lied!"
"It was still 10 dollars, which you didn't have to pay, now did you?"
"I would've paid 10 dollars!"
"But you didn't. I saved you some money. I think you should just thank me, doll"
"You're unbelievable" you scoffed, turning your head to the side so that you wouldn't have to look at him.
Eddie however, had a different idea. As he let your wrists go, he cupped your cheeks into his hands so that you'd face him. Despite the annoyed look on your face, your hands traveled up to his sides, grabbing onto his leather jacket as he held you close.
"Come on, you can't really be upset with me right now, sweetheart."
"Well, I am," you frowned.
"I'm sorry, dove. It wasn't my intention. I never meant to upset you"
"You wouldn't have lied if you didn't want to upset me"
"I didn't think you'd find out" he chuckled, which deepened your frown. "Hey, look at me"
"No" you pouted and turned your head to the side, making Eddie have to lean from left to right multiple times in order to meet your eyes.
"Angel, look at me, come on"
"No, Eddie, leave me alone!" you protested, but the smile was audible in your tone. He knew he got to you.
"Hey, come on. Look at you, all smiling"
"I'm not smiling!" you said, trying to sound serious, but eventually giggled when you finally looked at him.
"There you go! That's my girl!" Eddie laughed and brought you closer, "You forgive me, doll, right?" he asked, lightly rubbing your chin with his thumb.
"No"
"You're a bad liar, sweetheart. I think you didn't even mind in the first place, did you?"
"I did!"
"Then why were you so wet for me, huh?" he grinned.
"I'm mad you lied to me" you sighed, not showing any signs of wanting to distance yourself from him anymore. "You didn't have to do that"
"How was I supposed to know you'd say yes?"
"You should've asked!"
"I'm sorry, baby. I really am" he said softly and then nudged your forehead with his. "Kiss me to make it better?"
"I don't want to kiss you, Eddie, I'm still upset"
"No, you're not" he laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours a couple of times until you couldn't help it anymore.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" you shook your head in disbelief, unable to contain your nervous laughter. But despite your words, you were still pressed against him, your hands on his waist and your lips inches away from his.
"I'm fun, sweetheart. Just kiss me"
"Ok, but you're not going to lie to me again!"
"Never!" he swore, all wide eyed and not at all grinning as he did so.
But you didn't pay too much attention. That promise, however empty, was enough for you to feel completely content with going in for a full kiss. He welcomed you fully, one of his hands finding your ass in no time, squeezing hard enough to bruise. But it only riled you up further as you clung onto him, breathing him in with every single brush of your tongue against his.
"Ah! My lipstick!" you whined as you pulled away for air.
"It looks alright, it didn't smudge, don't worry" Eddie smiled, looking at you in awe as you tried to make sure your lipstick didn't get all over your face.
"The girls said it's blowjob proof, I guess they were right" you giggled when you saw no color transferred to Eddie's lips or your fingers. "That's 5 dollars well spent"
"See?" Eddie grabbed your ass as he proudly spoke, "And now, thanks to me, you can get two more. I can even help you try them all out. Multiple times, see if they really are blowjob proof."
"How nice of you" you mocked.
"I know, right?" Eddie chuckled and then kissed your temple. "I have to go back to work now, though. You can hang out with me, if you want"
You were about to follow him, but right before he reached the bar, you tugged his sleeve. "Eddie? Can I ask for a favor?"
He blinked in curiosity. "Sure, sweetheart. What is it?"
"You know I told you I have this friend who likes-"
"Who likes the vocalist, yes, I remember"
"Yeah, well… I was wondering if you could introduce them?"
"Yeah, doll. No problem" Eddie said and looked around, "I think they're still in the back, come with me"
And you did. You followed him wordlessly and reveled in the privilege of walking through the "employees only" door. The dark and sticky corridor Eddie dragged you through had absolutely no reason to make you feel as important as it did, but you loved it. And once outside, in the parking lot you yourself had crossed earlier on your way to the concert, as you and Eddie approached the band's van, you still managed to feel important, as if there was business to attend to.
Even talking to the band you couldn't care less about felt empowering, especially the way each member went to shake your hand as Eddie did the introductions. But despite all of them being nothing but a happy and laid back bunch, you still felt the need to cower behind Eddie as he conversed with the vocalist.
Even though they were all heading inside for some well deserved post concert drinks, Eddie made sure to mention the one fan the man absolutely had to meet.
"This one?" the vocalist, whose name you found out to be Joe, or Joey, asked, pointing at you.
Your eyes went wide, but Eddie only chuckled. "No, she's with me. It's one of her friends, though. She's inside"
While the band still had a few minutes worth of organizing to do, you and Eddie headed back towards the bar.
"I'm with you?" you giggled, almost feeling the need to cover your mouth at how giddy his words made you.
"Aren't you?" Eddie laughed.
"I guess I am" you smiled and resumed your spot on the chair he had brought for you earlier. "Can I help you with stuff? Or is that allowed? I don't know"
"Everything's allowed, sweetheart, but don't worry. Enjoy yourself, I don't need any help. Sit there and be pretty for me"
"I can do that" you wiggled your legs in the air. "And thank you for speaking to Joey. She's gonna be so happy, I'm never going to hear the end of it"
After sending you a knowing smile, Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead, "Anything for you, sweetheart"
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie x reader#eddie muson fanfic
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Leo has been the leader since day one
Alright, I haven't seen this conversation yet, but I can't be the only one who's noticed this. This isn't my usual post- not that I post often- but art is WIP.
~aannnnyyway~
Leo has been the (back seat) leader of the Mad Dogs since day one.
Mobile users, RIP no seriously, you are digging your own grave
In the first two episodes he shows his potential, he thinks ahead, guides the team, makes astute observations, shows his knowledge of his team (including himself), and makes his own plans (even if Raph has made a plan, he almost always has his own).
I'll go through the first two episodes chronologically.
First is Mystic Mayhem.
-This is a good example of understanding himself-
Leo: So . . . You guys from Jersey?
Mikey: Really Leo?
Leo: What? I can't make a joke in the middle of the craziest thing ever? That's how I cope.
-Leo stops his brothers and forces them to think ahead-
Mikey: Should we just ask him for it?
Leo: And what do we say when he asks us why we want it? That we need to go after our best friend, who disappeared into a wall after our priceless weapons were destroyed by mystical jogger guys?
-Not only is Leo showing how well he knows his dad, he executes his own plan when Raph's first plan fails, without asking his brothers first-
Raph: How'd you get that?
Leo: You know he always passes out after milk and cake.
-Now, this example is a debatable one, yes it shows his understanding of Raph, but it may also just be to shown to establish relationships in general since this was the first episode-
Donnie: A few hours ago I would have called this foolish and impossible. Now I just call it foolish.
Mikey: Say what you want Donnie. Raph'll pull is off 'cause if he doesn't, we'll loose our best friend forever.
Leo: Mikey, don't say that. You know he chokes under pressure.
Donnie: Leo, he's even more self-conscious when you talk about it.
-Here, while happy to see April again, he keeps the team on the task that got them in the hidden city in the first place. It can be argued if this was on purpose or not; but it still showcases his natural ability to lead-
Donnie: According to my calculations, we are in a tertiary-metaverse.
April: Actually, I've been doing some exploring, and we're in a hidden city deep under New York!
Leo: So where's the dog thingy?
-There are even subtle moments where Leo takes the lead; after Donnie takes out Draxum's robot with his tech, Leo is the only one talking to Draxum directly for the team. This is another debatable example, you could say Leo is just being the face man here, but I'd like to include it-
Draxum: Accidently impressive. With a little bit of training you can be formidable as I hoped.
Leo: Okay, well, great, and since you're surrendering. . .
Draxum: Baron Draxum does not surrender.
Leo: Okay, well, when he gets here we'll deal with him. . . oh, ho, ho, I see. You're doing that whole "sinister talking in the third person" thing.
-Here, he is the only one to once again question Raph's decision, and present his own idea instead-
Raph: We just defeated a boss villain. We're heroes. We deserve a name like Mad Dogs.
Leo: Mad dogs? You don't think something like Mutant Ninja Turtle Teens or. . .I don't know. Maybe - we'll keep brain storming.
The very next episode has soooo many parallels to the movie.
Origami Tsunami.
The dialog is long on this one and, despite the humor, throughout this scene Leo guides his brothers to the best mission for their skill level.
Mikey: Yo, Leo, we're gonna be heroes!
Leo: Okay, what's the plan? Solve the city's rat problem?
Splinter: Hey now. I am standing right here.
Raph: Pfft, no way. We're crime fighters!
Donnie: Okay, check this out. The Spine Breaking Bandit!
Raph: Yeah. Go big or go home!
Leo: Yeah, go home in a stretcher. What else you got?
Donnie: Hmm, well this one's kind of lame. Someone stole paper from a delivery truck.
Leo: Not on my watch! This is exactly the kind of junior level mischief we can put an end to.
-Leo then hypes his brothers up for this mission-
Raph: Really? That'll make us heroes? But it's only paper.
Leo: It's only paper. I'm so sorry. Donnie, what did he say? Did he say it's only paper?
Donnie: Yup.
Leo: Did he say it's only paper?
Donnie: Yes, he did.
Leo: Okay! That's what they all say. You think the road to hero town is paved in real crime? No! It's paved with the tears of the poor paper man. And who helps that guy? I'll tell you who; we are who!
Raph, Mikey, and Donnie: Yes!
-When Raph's first plan fails, and he sees how discouraged his brothers get...-
Donnie: Uh, quick question. Did we seriously get schooled by paper thieves?
Raph: I didn't swoop like a boss. I swoop like a noob.
Mikey: Man, this seemed like a really cool idea until we didn't succeed at it.
-...so, Leo gives a "hero" speech, like he does in the movie. Although this motiving speech needs some help, he still tries-
Leo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Where'd my brothers go? Mikey, where's your. . .legendary optimism? Raph, where's your, ya know, your go-getter attitude? And Donnie, where's your. . . your thing, your - emotionless passion?
Donnie: Here.
Leo: We can still catch these lame old paper crooks and be heroes!
-In continuing this scene, we see the Leo make and execute his own plan, now that Raph's impulsive plan has failed-
Donnie: Yeah, that's gonna be hard. This was the last paper store in town.
Leo: Hmm. . . or was it?
Donnie: Yeah, I. . .I literally just said that.
-Again he takes the lead talking to the foot clan first (could just be that he's a face man here, but nonetheless)-
Leo: Okay twerp. . . and surprisingly big man. It's four against two. So what you say we just call it a day, right?
-Leo uses his observations to guide the team, here when the foot are making their origami soldiers, Leo realizes taking out the paper ninjas isn't a solution-
Leo: We're getting no where fighting these guys. We gotta take out the source.
-After Raph ~properly~ uses his ninpo for the first time, Leo again uses his surroundings to find a solution, in doing so he shows both guiding his team, and astute observations-
Leo: Hm. Mikey, the sprinklers!
-Even at the end of the second episode, they look to Leo for reassurance and support-
Mikey: So. . .does this count as a win?
Leo: Well, I don't know. Let's think about it. Did the bad guys get their big supply of paper? Uh, no. Did they build their army of soilders? No. No they didn't. Are they otherwise Thwarted, and we unscathed?
Raph, Donnie, and Mikey: Yes!
Leo: Hero mission accomplished, my friends!
Alright.
First off, if you've made it this far, thanks for attending my not even close to life changing ted talk. I hope you have enjoyed my rant.
In conclusion,
Leo has the potential to lead, just prefers to do as little work as possible. He almost always passes resonsibility onto someone else, however when he has no other choice but to lead he does it well without realizing it. There are many other subtle examples sprinkled throughout season 1 and 2.
I have more thoughts on this, but this post is already the height of the empire state building.
Class Dismissed.
#did I really just spend this much time writing this?#yes#yes I did#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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The band’s all here! (WIP)
I still haven’t finished their new endoskeletons yet, but I think I have their suits mostly down!
Feel free to ask any questions you may have in the inbox!
EXTRA INFO AND SCREENSHOTS UNDER THE CUT!!!
At first glance, these are obviously inspired by the traditional Chuck E. Cheese x Rockafire Explosion suits, designing them more like sports mascot costumes and having very little of the endoskeleton showing at all times (say for Foxy, of course). This was not only for more realistic world-building, but also to optimize animation, as we now have less moving parts that are actually showing, and therefore, less to render.
You might be wondering “if you wanted a more realistic approach to the suits, why not take a more realistic approach to the masks, like a more ShowBiz Pizza style?” And to that I say: everyone does that.
Okay, that isn’t entirely the reason. I like the idea of basing the designs more off of the canon models than something that already exists, because I like the idea of FazEnt having their own style of making animatronics. The ShowBiz style isn’t the only way to do animatronic masks, and these masks are how FazEnt would go about making them. Even when FazEnt does use the trademark ShowBiz rubber-face masks on the Junior models, they don’t do it the same way that ShowBiz does it.
Something interesting I want to do with Freddy & Friends is to set narrative moments apart from the moments meant to be passed off as real footage. The designs shown above are for the latter, meanwhile the narrative will use more artistically stylized suits textured to more so resemble a comic book, sort of like Into The Spider-Verse (except instead of going for a generalized comic book feel, the Freddy & Friends style is gonna be more reminiscent of the Batman: Year One comic). The designs will be more reminiscent of how I draw them on paper, as opposed to being faithful to the canon.
Here’s some extra info as to how I came up with the designs, as well as some extra renders and concept art!:
Original concept art from September 30, 2020.
Freddy was a little obvious to design, probably because everyone seems to design him like this when making more cartoonish versions of him. A more defined tuxedo complete with a collar and cuffs with a red stripe around his hat. It just seemed like the right direction to go in.
Bonnie was initially intended to wear a vest, though I was holding out for something else so that he could be differentiated from the evil rabbit (the evil rabbit wears a vest). I asked my friends what I could change it to, and one of them said “Try a cardigan”. Honestly, that fits Bonnie’s personality so much better, both in terms of spirit and cartoon.
You might also notice that Bonnie was supposed to have buck teeth, as well as more squared off teeth. That was originally part of his V1 model, but when I tried applying that to the new models, literally any way I tried to arrange it made Bonnie look like so much like an insufferable asshole that I wanted to punch him in the face. Ultimately, I ended up ditching the buck teeth and just gave him his classic teeth.
Chica was a little hard to do something unique with at first. I initially wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do with her, but when I modeled her V1, her little chef’s hat was a last minute addition to her design. I’m also thinking about changing her bib into an apron, per the toon designs that Henry posted a while back.
Foxy was probably the most fun to design. Obviously, his final model has a lot of details inspired by the FNAF movie, but when I was designing him 4 years ago, I really just wanted to go crazy with his design. I wanted him to have a beard, I wanted him to have a peg leg (I really liked the idea of animating him with a limp). Unfortunately, I don’t know if I’ll keep the peg leg, because it might be a little too hard for Henry to animate with the tech that he has.
As a cheeky little reference to the roots of the FNAF fandom, I wanted Foxy’s hook to resemble the hook seen on the Splinks Foxy model. ;)
Endo01 - Version 4 WIP
I’ve done a few different versions of the endoskeleton. What I’m trying to do for this new one is to assemble him modularly, allowing me to make each component a recognizable component (they’re also actually modeled after real components).
I’m not gonna go into detail about the functionality of this guy, because I eventually plan to make a Freddy & Friends Instructional VHS series centered around being a mechanic for FazEnt. However, what I will say is that these designs are intended to have plausible functionality, especially using the technology of the 1980’s (which is not restricted to pneumatic technology, because making an animatronic walk with pneumatic actuators while maintaining the traditional complexity of animatronic endoskeletons is simply impossible).
EXTRAS:
The original Version 1 designs
My failed attempt at giving Bonnie buck teeth (I wanna punch him so bad…)
Fixed Foxy
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#freddy & friends#freddy and friends#freddy & friends AU#f&f#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf au#freddy fazbear#bonnie the bunny#chica the chicken#foxy the pirate#work in progress#wip#endo 01#endoskeleton#animatronic#fnaf ask blog#fnaf fanart#fnaf movie#worldbuilding#webcomic#writers on tumblr#writing
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justa buncha punch out headcanons from the top of my head
cuz why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i said i was gonna ramble here and by gosh i will. also guess who my favorites are (very hard!!1!)
- Everyone in the WBVA has picked up at least a little bit of every other boxers' language. From just a words to a few sentances, some of boxers could even help translate for their peers.
- In addition, Little Mac is now unintentionally passing his high school French class with flying colors.
- Also in addition, Aran can now swear in at least four different languages (that we know of, if anything he know at least double that)
- Three of the boxers from overseas actually decided to stay somewhere in or near NYC. Joe and Kaiser are probably the biggest examples for this; Joe has voewed to stay until he can win match (...cough) and Kaiser's there mostly on account of him being a boxing teacher and whatnot. The only other boxer is Aran who lives somewhere in New Jersey.
- Despite it being his brand, the worst of Aran is really in the ring. Physically, at least. He's still an agent of chaos and loves starting fights in gyms and bars.
- Disco and Mac actually briefly attended the same public high school; Mac entered the scene right around the time Disco was a junior or senior.
- Remember the jokes from the Punch-Out Infractions video that the Minor Circuit ring was from a rundown building that had bingo on weekends? Yeah its literally just that. They also have a theater club every Thursday. Tho because of this there's also of storage supply closets that lots of memorabilia, including those from other and past boxing leagues.
- Most of the circuits all have things they do together sometimes to a certain extent. Minor Circuit is closest since they're all mostly local so it's not uncommon for them to all be at the aforementioned building in their spare time. (Sometimes Doc and even Mac put up with whatever antics they have that day.) Major Circuit, albiet not as close, still try to set up dinners to nice restaurants and stuff if they're all in town. Unfortunately, none of this really applies to World Circuit as they're all just occupied with being huge boxers (which it was they should do but c'mon that's no fun.) Aran has actually tried to get everyone together but on account that it's Aran its usually for dumb crap it never really works out.
- On a more positive note, Mac actually has a lot of retro merchandise for the WBVA. T-shirts, buttons, figurines, etc if he sees it for sale somewhere he will buy it.
#fc rambles#punch out#punch out wii#minor circuit#major circuit#world circuit#glass joe#von kaiser#disco kid#little mac#aran ryan
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So, a lot of people out there imagine fics in their head before bed, right?
And IDK why, but this past few nights, my brain has decided to make Casey Jones Jr SUFFER.
This stuff is TOO HEAVY ANGST. If I actually wrote it out as a fic, y'all would probably look at it and go "now this is TOO FAR." Hence the reason for this post. But SOMEONE has to suffer here with me. Even so, it might be TOO HEAVY STILL. BUT I NEED TO SCREAM IT OUT SOMEHOW! LIKE.
Okay, so.
So imagine CJ is getting used to living in the present timeline, right? He's a part of the family, no Kraang around, things are nice.
And then he realizes. The date he was born in the bad timeline is coming up, but Cassandra Jones isn't pregnant. In fact, the date passes, and Cassandra Jones still isn't pregnant or anything.
Huh, looks like Casey Jones Junior isn't gonna be born here. Looks like the only kinda of world he can naturally exist in is an apocalypse.
OH NO!
But you know who IS born that year? Leo's twins. Man, now that he's got some ACTUAL kids, maybe he won't need/want to be a pseudo dad to Casey.
CASEY NO!!
And the way everyone is with their kids reminds him of how they were with HIM when HE was a kid. And it hurts, because he wants to have that again. He wants to not be the only one who remembers that.
CASEY!!!!!
And then imagine the bad coping mechanisms he could develop for all of these feelings! Like, something like what happened in that Vape Mikey AU? Maybe... worse?
CASEY NO!! NO, CASEY!!!
Speaking of that AU, what if his source for this bad stuff is the Purple Dragons? What if he sometimes trades little bits of Donnie's tech for stuff?
NO!!! CASEY!! IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE PURPOSELY TAKING THE STUFF HE'D DISCARD ANYWAY!!! HE'LL NOTICE!!!!! CASEY!!!!
And there are other people he could probably get the stuff from, and they'd take OTHER things in exchange for the stuff. Man, imagine if those other things resulted in stuff for Casey?
STOP STOP!!! HE'S SUFFERED ENOUGH!!!!
And then, of course, all of this culminates in an intervention from the fam. Because, despite Casey's best efforts to hide everything from everyone, they notice. And despite everything, Leo still sees him as one of his kids, dang it!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
But I did get a silly goofy way to reimagine Woody Dirkins into Rise. imagine getting bit by a oozesquito, and the most change is that the blood hair & blue eyes intensify. And you also suddenly start meeting/interacting with all these mutants and yokai.
Anyway, goodnight!
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt casey jr#casey jones jr#i started writing this out late at night#sometimes my brain decides night time is heavy angst time#feel free to ignore and go on to your regularly scheduled fluff#for example#pretty sure the sweet big family reunion we've been waiting for is coming up in the CAS au
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Okay but when midwife Anthony and obgyn Kate officially get together I can just imagine Anthony coming into work wayyyyyyy too cheerful with the fattest grin and whistling as he walks, literally hugging and high-fiving everyone he passes, including a confused janitor and a soon to be new mother whose water just broke. Kates just like ugh what a dumbass... still gonna let him bend me over later tho 🤭
Oh 100%
The day he finds Kate waiting beside her car for him to tell her he loves her again, he can hardly breathe when she smiles, presses her lips against his and whispers
"I love you too."
He can't stop himself from darting forward their lips crashing together as he pins her against the side of her car.
"Anthony, Kate, very platonic and chill this morning I see." Edwina sighs dryly, marching past them with a slightly disgusted smile on her face.
And his heart is pounding in his chest. "We're in love actually! Very not platonic! Very much romantic! Very much in love!"
"Good job buddy!" She calls back, with a slightly sarcastic thumbs up shaking her head bemusedly with a look at her sister that says we'll be talking about this later
Anthony spins back to Kate trying not to sigh happily as he presses his nose against her neck. "So, I'm thinking... You and I call in sick, I just got this new box of condoms, and we see if we can get through all of them today."
Kate chuckles, seemingly despite herself, brushing their lips together, "Mmm as lovely as that sounds, I have life to bring into this world today. And also potentially life improving endometriosis surgery, and as good a shag as you are: I can't tell the patient that's why it needs to be rescheduled."
Anthony sighed, "It's like... it's really fucking hot how good you are a your job you know that right?"
"I don't-"
"Anthony, hands off my baby in public." Mary clipped, a small smile on her face as she walks past and still, it can't foul Anthony's mood as Kate tugs him along to follow.
"Mary, would it help if I told you that Kate started it because she's desperately in love with me?"
Kate scoffed, but he noticed she didn't contradict him. Even as Mary sighed.
"No."
"But I'm Anthony! I'm Little Pup!"
"Daughter trumps Pup I'm sorry, Anthony. My maternity ward is going to be a handsy free zone."
And he's so happy he's not thinking, "If only you knew how many times I've already been handsy-"
Kate let out a squeak, darting forward to cut him off with a kiss an apologetic look cast her mother's way, and Anthony can't really bring himself to care as he gets ready for the day, slipping into his scrubs, breezing into his patients room.
"Jacqui! Mark! How are we feeling today?"
The soon to be parents looked back at him a little bemusedly.
"Is this not the most beautiful day to become a family?! What a day for love to triumph!"
"Had a spot of good luck, mate?" Mark asks slowly as Anthony checks the chart.
"You could say that, Mark. You could say that." He hums, "Perfect! So everything's looking good, the love of my life will be in to round on your with her little ducklings in a mo' so we'll just wait on that."
"Sorry, and the love of your life is...?" Jacqui trails off confusedly.
"I think he's talking about me." Kate's voice sighs from the doorway, ignoring the way the junior doctors following her are snickering.
Anthony felt himself nod, grinning a little ridiculously as Kate went about her rounds, questioning lightly before she turned to the bed and said, "Jacqui, I'm going to leave you in Anthony's very capable hands and he'll let me know how things are progressing. I assure you, he's really very good, but I warn you, apparently I have to say that: Rumour has it he's the love of my life."
Anthony can barely breathe as she winks at him before swanning from the room, taking a gasp as the door closes behind her. "Oh my god, Oh my god did you guys see that?! Holy God." And then he cuts himself off realising the patients staring back at him with abject confusion before he straightens, clearing his throat. "Right. God, sorry. Kate is a very talented doctor and she's beautiful, and incredible and I've just- really been in love with her for a long time and we finally got there, and I'm really happy today. Great day to make a family."
He gives them an awkward thumbs up as he leaves the room and just as he closes the door he hears Jacqui burst into tears followed by " You never talk about me like that!"
#all i am (all that i ever was)#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @daisyishedwig, and I know it's not Wednesday anymore but I totally spaced and got busy on Wednesday and missed this so here you go now! thank you for the tag :)
I have a few things I'm working on right now - the first is the How Bright We Burn sequel. Before the sequel, there is going to be a little summer fic that's probably something like 20k and covers the months between junior and senior year. Here is a bit of that:
It’s easy to fall into a routine. They start each morning at a little French café Sebastian found in Columbus, Mon Petit Chéri. Their pastries are to die for, and their coffee is even better. All the walls are a mix of exposed brick and dark red paint that makes Blaine feel like he’s living in Gilmore Girls, and the two of them can easily get lost in each other’s words or books for hours before it even occurs to them that they could do anything else. There’s a cart of old French books at the front of the café, meant to read while you’re inside, but Sebastian’s on a first name basis with all the baristas now, so they let him take them home as long as he promises to return them. By the end of the second week, he’s made it through half the books already, and every time he finds a good one, he passes it off to Blaine.
“I can’t read this,” Blaine says, passing each book back.
“Try,” Sebastian insists. “It’s incredible. I’ll help you out if you miss any of the words.”
The second is this college AU where Sebastian is a TA and Blaine is in undergrad - it is very much a work in progress, and I'm not sure when I'll post it, but here's a little bit of that.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” Sebastian says, gesturing toward his soaked sweater.
Blaine distantly wonders why Sebastian isn't following after Eric, but he doesn't have the guts to ask. “Please, this is way more embarrassing for me.”
“Everyone in college has been walked in on mid blow job. But I’m at a party full of mostly undergrads covered in some disgusting concoction only seen before at frat parties. Trust me, I win,” Sebastian points out, lifting the bottom of his sweater in an attempt to dry the top half. Blaine can't help but look down as a small sliver of Sebastian’s abs is revealed. God, why does he have to be so perfect? “Assuming the twink is done sucking you off?”
Blaine can't figure out how the hell Sebastian is so confident and comfortable asking about this when he's just had a drink tossed in his face. “Sorry you had to see that,” Blaine says, looking down at his feet hoping he has a chance of concealing the blush on his cheeks.
“No worries. Happens all the time. But a word of advice?” Sebastian asks, finally putting his sweater back into place and giving up hope that he can dry himself off. Blaine nods, grateful for anything that might make this less embarrassing. “If you’re gonna hook up with someone at a party, at least lock the door.”
I'll tag @calsvoid and also anyone else who wants to share! feel free to wait until it's actually wednesday again haha I was just excited !
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junior year. part two
part one
pairing: afab!readerxenhahyungline
genre: highschool!au, fluff, angst
disclaimer: y/n uses she/her prns, swearing, somewhat sexual references, not fully proofread
it had been about a month since the first day of school. since then, not much had happened. i mean, you did have to keep tolerating sunghoon. he and your brother were now really good friends as they’re both on the baseball team. which means… you had to deal with that horrible personality paired with that hot as fuck face even more. not that you were complaining, though. hey, who doesn’t like a little enemies to lovers every now and then?
you’d also spoken to jake a bit more. it was mainly just simple questions like “what’d you get for number 2?” or “what page are we on?”, but your heart still fluttered. one day, his hand even brushed yours and you had a mini heart attack. you found yourself pathetic, but couldn’t help it.
not to mention how you’d also met the other two boys. jay and heesung.
jay was on the football team. he was honestly really good, the best actually. you’d only seen him in the halls. and of course you’d noticed him, he’s fine as hell. then there was this one day… it was after school and you and your friends were sitting on the bleachers in the gym. a bunch of your peers were scattered about, doing random things. jay, for one, was playing a carefree game of basketball with his buddies. obviously, everyone was watching. the sweat beading on his face, the way his mouth was always slightly agape when he went up to shoot, and his muscles… oh god, his muscles. your eyes were glued to him. then, out of nowhere, the ball came rolling towards you. you snapped back to reality when you realized jay was yelling something in your direction. “hey! can you pass that back?” you gulped, got up and grabbed the ball. jay came running over to you. “hey, you’re y/n, right? (your brother’s name)’s sister? jake and sunghoon have mentioned you. i’m jay.” you could’ve sworn his teeth sparkled when he smiled like they do in those old 60’s movies. you nodded, “yeah. nice to meet you” you let out a nervous chuckle. “jay, hurry up!!” a guy yelled at him. jay looked at the guy then back at you, “i gotta go. i’ll.. see you around” you didn’t know if you just imagined it or what, but you could’ve sworn he winked at you.
and then there was heesung. lee heesung was already making a name for himself, a reputation. he liked to party, and he liked to kiss girls. from what’d you’d heard, he was an incredible kisser… you kinda wished you’d be his next victim. however, just like jay, you’d only seen him in the hallways. until homecoming night. you were at the football game, cheering from the crowd in the student section. you were standing on top of a bleacher that was not stable at all. heesung happened to be standing behind you when you fell, catching you. “you okay?” he asked, helping you balance yourself. “yeah, thanks for catching me.” you giggled, embarrassed. “no problem, y/n.” he flashed a knowing smile, making you turn back to face forward out of shock. you were shocked that he even knew your name?? but also in so much shock due to how much butterflies he gave you. you were, in fact, down bad for him and three other boys.
now here you were, one month later. it was two days until halloween, a saturday. you began putting on your vampire costume for the halloween party. yeah… it was basic… but you felt really hot so who cares? sunghoon was at your house again, planning to go to the halloween party with your brother. you walked out of your room to find sunghoon…. also dressed as a vampire. “what the fuck?” he snarled. “why did you copy me? i bet you did it on purpose.” sunghoon shook his head. “shut up. if i knew YOU were gonna be a vampire, i would’ve changed my costume immediately.” you crossed your arms. he rolled his eyes, sitting down on the couch. “it’s whatever. you look more like a slut than a vampire anyways.” “just shut up!” you yelled at him, turning to your brother. on the other hand, he was wearing normal clothes. “what are you supposed to be? a teenage boy with raging testosterone?” you actually heard sunghoon chuckle at your joke. “no.” your brother rolled his eyes, “i can’t go. i have to help dad with something.” “who am i supposed to ride with then?!” you yelled. “i don’t know, ride with sunghoon” “WHAT?!” you and sunghoon both yelled in unison.
so there you sat in sunghoon’s car. to your surprise, you weren’t the only one riding with sunghoon. you sat in the middle of his backseat with jake on your left and heesung on your right. jay sat in the passenger seat with sunghoon driving. you weren’t exactly complaining though. this was gonna be one interesting night.
#enhypen#enha fanfiction#enha fanfic#enhypen fanfiction#enha x reader#jake x reader#enhypen fanfic#enhypen x reader#heesung x reader#high school au#jay x reader#sunghoon x reader#enha hyung line
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WIP Wednesday Buddie Edition
I know, we been knew. But I am a hoe for all the angst and all the drama. the hurt and the comfort. Particularly the Buck!whump and the soft bois being all boi and soft, downright squishy. AND I am also a downright hoe for the "childhood friends to lovers" trope. So yeah, this is pure self-indulgence. Yet again. And as per usual, I make you sit through it! Cheers!
Working title: Thick as Thieves
Basic idea: Buck and Eddie grew up together in El Paso, after Abuela started fostering Buck, a boy who was left behind at a fire station as an infant. Along the way, they became best friends. More than that, actually. Much more. But fate blew them in different directions, until it puts them back together, in L.A., at the LAFD, with the 118. Buck is in for the shock of his life when he finds out that the new recruit is none other than Eddie Diaz. Eddie is equally shocked. And as both have to find out, sometimes even in painful ways, life has moved on at rapid speed since then. Eddie is a single dad. Buck and his adoptive parents apparently no longer talk? And then, of course, there is the elephant in the room, about what happened, short before Buck moved away from El Paso...
Find out more here: Part 1
Eddie’s entire body feels like it’s still vibrating. He is sore and tired, and he will be dead the moment his head hits the pillows, but right now, sleep is the furthest thing from his mind.
They won the game everyone said they’d lose. And him and Buck made the miracle happen, virtually at the last second. They were made part of the line-up early on because their synchrony on the field was out of this world, the coach had told them as much. But tonight, it was like magic. He didn’t even have to look to know where Buck was. He just knew. And for Buck it was the same. He played passes, not batting an eye, because he knew Eddie would reach it.
When you have each other’s back, you only have to look forward, simple as that.
Now walking – staggering – with arms slung across each other’s shoulders, Eddie can say this is one of the best days of the whole damn year already. While he and Buck know it’s stupid, there is still that faint hope that scouts will pick them out from the crowd, offer a scholarship, something like that. So they could go to college together. They are not holding their breaths for it, but they enjoy it while it lasts.
It’s not like we’ll do our best to pick the same college, duh.
Hell would have to freeze over for them to purposely choose different colleges, once they are done with high school. It wasn’t even a thing they had to talk about. Whenever it comes up, they talk about how to cheat the system and share a room at the dorms. And how to cheat their way through Trig because neither one of them gets it, really.
“Y’know, I get it that we’re still the newbies, but that we still gotta help tidy up after kicking ass is kind of a crime,” Buck laments next to him.
Normally, the line-up would have been for seniors and juniors only. Having two sophomores on for such a high-stake game in the season means a lot. Both knew the moment Coach announced that the pressure was on.
But little do they know how well do perform under pressure.
“You’re aware you volunteered – for me also?” Eddie huffs. “Which, by the way, I told you repeatedly to stop doing?”
Buck rolls his shoulders. “I thought they’d go ‘noooo, not you guys, after the victory you brought us’, kinda overestimated us and our magic, I guess.”
Eddie chuckles softly. It’s a nice thought, surely. But Buck vastly overestimated their importance and the juniors’ and seniors’ wish to pay them back for a good game.
“If we win them the cup, I won’t do chores for a week,” Buck adds, wrinkling his nose.
“If Coach says it, you’re gonna jump,” Eddie huffs.
Scratch that, Coach wouldn't even have to ask for Buck to jump to make him jump.
“I wouldn’t,” Buck retorts.
“Says the guy always set on being a people pleaser,” Eddie snorts. While he says it in a teasing way, it continues to bother him more than maybe it should. It’s not like it was when they were still small kids and Buck was so hellbent on being good to Abuela that he hid injuries and such.
Okay, scratch that again, that is still how he is. I practically had to drag him to the nurse’s office at the beginning of the school year.
And in a lot of ways, that is still how Eddie is, how they are. Eddie wished Buck would finally understand what he’s been trying to hammer into his thick skull for all those years. That he doesn’t have to please people, doesn’t have to earn his spot. That the people who really care about him will take him as he is.
“Well, I can’t help it that I’m pleasant to people,” Buck chuckles.
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Good, coz you’re not.”
“Then what does it say about you that you still hang out with me?” Buck grins at him.
He shrugs. “I’m a charitable guy?”
“No, you’re an asshole. I’m your oldest friend, and this is what I get? Seriously?” Buck whines mockingly. “I feel so vulnerable right now, Eds.”
“Now you’re being overly dramatic, c’mon,” Eddie huffs, nudging against Buck’s shoulder. He grins, nudging back a little more, which has both of them laughing harder and harder upon every nudge, every shove, every touch.
The movements are sluggish at best. They are both totally beat after the game, so the little fight does not last long.
Still bumping shoulders, they cover the remaining distance to the dumpsters to discard of the trash and finally get away from a place that marks both the worst smelling and the most sought-out for the teens to make out.
Which says more about teenagers than it maybe should. And Eddie will say that, fully aware that he is one of them.
“Mission accomplished,” Eddie announces, demonstratively wiping his hands before skipping past the wired fence.
This might be one of the few nights Buck can get away with staying away past curfew. The Moores are very strict about that – not that Buck cares nearly enough as he maybe even should – but Buck’s dad sure is a football fan. Probably because he considers it manly or whatever.
Maybe that’s why Buck is so eager to perform well in the sport, too, Eddie ponders. Sure, he always wants to impress his adoptive parents. To prove his worth to them. Sadly, that’s no news to him. But maybe that’s the appeal when it comes to Mr. Moore especially. To prove that he’s accomplishing things, that he is growing up to be a man.
Eddie knows a familiar song, though his dad sings to a different tune. For him, it’s more about expecting Eddie to be the man in the house when he is not around. To step up the game and act like an adult, even though Eddie isn’t that. Just because he’s gone half the time. Because of the job. Because he of responsibility.
And Eddie’s taking it, as best as he can. He is. He tries. He really does.
Would be nice if he noticed, but that ship’s sailed long time ago.
Mr. Moore seems to have a similar idea for Buck. Not that Mr. Moore lets on an awful lot. He’s even more tight-lipped than Eddie’s grandpa. And Eddie will admit that he didn’t know what his grandfather’s voice sounded like until he was, like, seven and a half years old. But Mr. Moore has always been a bit of a mystery to Eddie. He and Mrs. Moore love Buck fiercely, that much he can tell. They consider him God’s gift and all. But other than wanting him to perform well in school, be sportive, and behave himself? Eddie isn’t sure what they’d want Buck to be like.
Just… normal. Whatever that is.
Though maybe that’s for better. Eddie has some idea of what his father would want him to be. At least he feels like he catches his father’s drift, whenever he is around to drop some wisdom on him. About how men swallow it up. How men don’t have to talk out their emotions. They just move on and get shit done. That kind of thing.
Eddie shakes his head. Tonight is not the night to dig deep on his father’s antics or what the Moores may have as future plans for Buck. Tonight, they ought to celebrate, stay past curfew, and hopefully get away with it without getting grounded.
He looks around, irritated at the lack of Buck’s presence beside him. He turns his head around to see Buck still standing close by the gate, but not past the fence yet. He stands with his head leaned back, looking up above.
“You know this ain’t the place to make grand memories?” Eddie teases.
But Buck pays him no mind, his eyes still fixed on the night sky.
“Earth to Buck?”
Buck blinks, then snaps his head back around to look at Eddie. He flashes a toothy smile before ducking his head, the way he always does when he becomes too self-conscious.
“What got your attention instead of this lovely ensemble?” Eddie asks softly, nodding at the dumpster.
“Sorry, just… awesome view on Scorpius tonight. Didn’t notice until now,” Buck explains, finally moving past the gate.
Eddie looks up, squinting his eyes to find it. Tonight, the stars shine extra bright, it’d seem. He knows Buck’s had a fable for constellations since he came to stay with Abuela. While he never understood where it came from, they grew to be a source of comfort for Eddie. When Buck started fussing or had nightmares, sitting down with him by the windowsill to watch the stars and recount the constellations would often do the trick.
Whatever Buck sees up there that he doesn’t always find down there, Eddie is not sure. But for as long as it only takes calling out his name to get him back, it should be fine.
“Okay, someone still needs to tell me where to find these. Because you showed me a map of the constellations and they look nothing like the real deal,” Eddie huffs.
He blinks, when he feels Buck’s fingers brush against his as he lifts his hand up towards the sky, his arm resting snuck against Eddie’s. Buck adjusts both their stance a bit, and for a moment, Eddie forgets how breathing works.
Which is weird. Because he’s no stranger to standing close to Buck. They lived together as small kids. Bathed together. Slept in one bed. And got so many mosquito bites while sleeping in one tiny tent and leaving the zipper open a bit.
So what’s different tonight than from any other night?
They have taken the trash here before, also at night. Just last week. Sure, Buck didn’t stare at Scorpius that time. But last time, they had started wrestling, and it didn’t take his breath away. Except for when Buck sat down on top of him, the little shit.
“See the spot over there? That’s Antares, rival of Mars. Coz it’s also red. Always a good starting point, coz that’s the tip of the tail. And over there we got Lesath, which both mean sting. Which, you know, very creative right there. And then we move up that curve until we get to the body. Easy once you know where to start, right?”
Buck isn’t looking at him, is busy gearing his movements to help Eddie find the start and end. Though Eddie suddenly finds neither. Or maybe he does. He is no longer sure. Because he isn’t looking at the rival of Mars or the beginning or the end of a constellation in the sky. He is looking at Buck. His Buck. Whom he has looked at and after for many years now. And nothing is different about him. Still the same bright smile and the even brighter eyes.
He looks at him, and all else just disappears for a moment. The stars. The dumpsters. The cheering crowd that can be heard all the way to here. The time running fast towards the end of curfew. It flits away into the dark, carried away by a small gust that makes him shiver.
There is just Buck. Buck’s fingers gently pressing against his. The way he smiles. The way his eyes twinkle when he talks. The way Eddie knows Buck like the back of his hand. The way Buck knows him inside-out. Even the things Eddie doesn’t say, Buck just somehow knows. The things Eddie doesn’t even dare to touch, Buck brushes against, begins where he often wants the conversation to end, to keep things as they are. So no one leaves, ever again.
“Eds?”
Eddie blinks, then lifts his gaze to meet Buck’s. He can see the confusion there, but also the calm presence that Buck seems to have reserved only for him. For those rarer moments when Eddie loses his cool. And as always, he just waits. Waits for Eddie to catch on, come back to him.
He can feel Buck’s grip loosening on him. And that is when something inside Eddie just snaps and moves, moves him. Before Buck can let go of him, Eddie twists them around and presses his lips against Buck’s to the point it may make their teeth ache. Because he doesn’t want to let go. He wants to hold on. He has to, even though Eddie doesn’t know why or how or why now.
It makes no sense at all. And yet, it feels like nothing made sense before this kiss, however clumsy and awkward it is. How it ever made sense not to kiss those lips, to hold on to this body, this person, as if it wasn’t his beginning or Buck’s the same way.
For that one perfect moment, maybe two, three, four, the universe leaves them in peace as they steal those precious seconds where it is only them. A time that is just theirs. That belongs to no one but them. Something no one can take away from them, no matter what the future may hold, or what lies in the past.
When Eddie pulls away, breathing hard, it takes him a few seconds to catch up, catch up, catch up again. For every moment stolen, three come smacking against him.
He just kissed his best friend. Without a warning. For either Buck or himself.
He kissed Buck. On the lips. And he meant it. Meant every moment of it.
His eyes search Buck’s for the answers his mind won’t provide. Dread settles in right at that moment, making him shudder. Because how did he manage to skip every step from “I might like boys” to “I want to kiss my best friend on the mouth, hard”?
Have I just ended everything for us? Is it over now? Is that…?
Eddie opens his mouth, an apology or whatever it is at the tip of his tongue, but it gets pushed back and away when Buck steps closer, wraps his arms around his back and kisses him back all the harder.
He knows they should talk about it. Right now. They should stop kissing and talking. But Eddie doesn’t find the strength for it. He melts into the warmth and comfort Buck radiates. The warmth and comfort he also knows like the back of his hand. And he holds on to it, ushering away all cold he may feel.
And so, under the stars so brightly shining, they steal as many moments as they can, exchanging between puffs of air and pecks and tender touches small reassurances carrying the same message:
You are not alone.
You are with me.
Stay with me, so I can stay with you.
Hold on to me, so I can never let go again.
Let’s begin again, together.
#buddie#buck x eddie#eddie x buck#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#eddie diaz#evan buckley x eddie diaz#eddie diaz x evan buckley#wip wednesday#buddie fanfic#fanfic#buddie au
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genuinely confuzzled at myself to why i let twenty-one days pass without asking a vbau question. md, i sincerely apologise. (/hj)
anyways. setting the scene, its early morning and outside the windows, rain is thundering against the concrete grounds and the brick walls. how do the gang spend the rainy day? - space :)
hi space welcome back i've missed u!! sorry this took so long, i was gonna treat this ask as a lil writing prompt and then i just. got busy and wasn't really able to do that bc brain is not in creative writing mode (but what else is new lmao)
i am going based off the assumption that the squad don't have any responsibilities for the day (work/practice etc)
finn would love to sleep in, but he is a dog owner and therefore ends up standing in the pouring rain outside his apartment building as his dogs do their business. after that he ends up baking and trying to brush up on his cupcake decorating skills (they are not good), most likely while on video call with either kurt or santana if they're free because he misses spending rainy days with them. he'd probably end the day messing around with the dogs, possibly gaming, or reading for a bit in bed
kurt takes his time getting up but still ends up getting out of bed pretty early bc of his urge to be productive somehow. i think he'd take the opportunity to deep clean the apartment? not that it's particularly dirty but sometimes u gotta, yknow? then he'd spend the evening watching tv with santana (i'm thinking drag race rn bc i have rpdr on the brain often these days but it could be anything)
santana sleeps in. she's probably woken up by clattering in the kitchen or in the bathroom as kurt cleans but she's able to just roll over with a lil grumble. when she does eventually get up, she helps kurt clean a bit, probably gives finn a call to chat and bully him (maybe while playing video games with him? not for long but she does miss doing that with him), and then settles in front of the tv with kurt for the rest of the evening
brittany has been saving a nasa lego set as well as some of their paper models for when she has some free time to just chill and build stuff so she dedicates part of her day to build one of them and listen to music. she also considers doing it on a livestream, actually, but decides against it this time. maybe she'd get inspired to work on her own little spacecraft/rover designs? who knows
sugar takes the opportunity to catch up on schoolwork. she ends up getting restless pretty quickly when she finishes, though so she'd probably end up binging youtube videos or wrangling britt into hanging out with her
quinn spends part of her day just reading. can't tell u what else she does tho bc it veers into spoiler territory so uhh [redacted]
tina also has schoolwork to do* so that's what most of her day gets spent on. once she gets in the zone, she's able to focus for a pretty long time. she might end up taking a break to stress-bake/cook but overall it's just a very study/research-heavy day for her. she would make sure to relax and spend some time on youtube or sth in the evening though
*i haven't actually decided whether tina would take a year off from college for vb or not, because i think it depends in part on whether she could get accommodations to do everything online or not? and also whether she would actually want to spend a year trying to balance studies with her vb schedule or not. so that's all up in the air rn. i suppose the same applies to sug but i think she'd be down to do that considering she's only a junior, as opposed to tina who is a senior and would most likely have a heavier load of schoolwork
#ask md#space 🪐#vb au asks#vb au thoughts#always happy to see u in my inbox btw :)#i keep hoping i'll have time to work on ch4 but no such luck lately so unfortunately you'll be stuck waiting for a while there#but hey at least we have these fun lil asks yknow?
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05/09/22 - monday, 7:56pm
listening to: les - childish gambino
cw: drugs, pet death, s/h (ng) below ‘keep reading’
!: minors dni
somehow i can’t seem to remember much of anything anymore. if i want to keep important dates saved i have to put them in my calendar, like anniversaries and paydays and birthdays and stuff, which i feel is normal anywayz since we’re all prone to forget, but it’s like... if i don’t write what happened in that very moment that it’s happening, i’m not gonna remember the event, yk? which is probably why i post so much on my spam abt how my day’s been and what i did and the like. even though most of it is incomprehensible, i can still understand what im trying to say, like it triggers the memory back in my brain again even if nothing is being recalled. it’s more like i remember writing about the event more than i remember the event itself, ykwim? it’s kinda inconvenient though bc i have the tendency to leave out the bad parts of the memory bc i do write these posts in a public space (regardless of how many people actually find this), so we have a mishmash of... whatever
i don’t remember much of what i did yesterday, since it was sunday and sundays i usually spend doing nothing but waiting for the next day to start so i can pass the time doing something. i don’t really have much motivation to finish school at this point, and my brain has such a hard time processing information that i doubt going back to school will accomplish anything other than making me feel bad for not being a straight-A student anymore. i tell people like it’s a party trick, “i used to be smart! i was set to go to an ivy league school :)”, which is partly true - if i didn’t fall into drugs in my junior and senior year, i could’ve very easily gone to any ivy league school i wanted to (altho knowing my mom she wouldn’t have let me gone any further than uic, considering how close it is to where we currently live).
growing up i used to be the kind of kid who just... got it. without any effort. i took those little standardized tests and finished in half an hour; my teachers would tell me to stop going so fast and to take my time, but i couldn’t stand to sit still enough to really take those tests seriously and i ended up in the highest... fucking, percentage anyway that they let me get away with it. considering that i was also the only mexican kid in a class full of white people, as well as in the “gifted” class, i would say that i did pretty well for myself up until my junior year of high school.
everything has always been kind of lonely, i think. i was popular enough, and always had huge groups of friends, but i was never really allowed to go outside to see them outside of school; i never went on play dates, unless they were cousins, never had sleepovers outside of falling asleep at parties my parents were invited to, wasn’t allowed to go out in the courtyards of the apartment complexes we were always bouncing from to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. i really only had myself to keep me company. so being isolated through all my formative years really fucked with my head. im so emotionally stunted that i can’t... form meaningful connections with others, or not ones that last very long. i form unhealthy attachments to people bc i think that i still am not used to not being alone that whenever i do find someone who likes me enough to sit alone with me, i either a) get scared of getting too accustomed to having company, and self sabotage; or b) i do get accustomed to having company, get scared of being abandoned, and self sabotage. and it’s not like i do it purposefully, its just... it’s difficult for me to be with someone like that, romantically or otherwise. does that make sense?
ANYWAYZ i don’t remember doing much on sunday; sundays are always my least favorite days of the week, along with mondays, and saturday mornings, and night time. i rely on my favorite person so much, and it’s gotten somewhat better, but i only ever really feel okay whenever i have their full, undivided attention. i’ve told them they were ONE OF my favorite people in the world, which is true, but i don’t know if they know that i meant it in the bpd way, like “no, you are my FP, and i rely on you to feel okay” which - by the way, isn’t that so???? fucked up???? in a way??? in know it’s sort of uncontrollable, in the sense that we can’t really,,,, we can’t really stop from feeling this way? we can choose who our FP is, but to an extent it is involuntary.... right? idk i don’t speak to a therapist
BACK to the my main point, the reason i don’t like certain days or times of the week and day is bc that’s when they’re the busiest, or when we’re the most out of sync, since they do live across the country and although our timezones are only an hour off, and our work-school schedule is roughly around the same time, they have other responsibilities and obligations and friends and things going on outside of me and... and i don’t really have much going on these days, to be honest. work is always the same; too short and too exhausting, and i don’t have any classes to keep me busy; all of my friends are in school studying out of state, or our schedules don’t align enough for us to talk or hang out regularly; i stopped going on dates out of boredom so i can’t fucking see anyone either that way,,, and im not really in a specific fandom or community or club or whatever to do other stuff.
i once again end up isolating from the whole world.
my guinea pig died in the early hours, alone, in her cage, after living a very long, nine years of quiet solitude. she didn’t have a cagemate, mostly because when we adopted her we didn’t know that guinea pigs were social animals and needed constant company, but we always greeted her daily, fed her and played with her and took her outside when the weather was warm or let her play in the apartment with our two other cats.
and i loved her, for how little she did and for how little i actually saw of her; she wasn’t actually my pet, she was my younger sister and brother’s more than mine, but i saw her every day when i was still in school, and i played with her and fed her and changed her water and bedding and bought her hay and food pellets and carrots and fruit. and i did end up crying sporadically throughout the day after i found out she died - im still crying right now thinking about her, to be honest. she’s lived with us for so long, and she was always a constant in our lives; if nothing was ever the same, we knew that she would always be the same: fat, squeaky, talkative, cute, old as hell. she arrived in my life, specifically, after i was discharged from a behavioral hospital for self harming, and we named her after a girl i met very briefly, whom i never formed a particularly close connection to, but her name came up when we were deciding on what to name the guinea pig and i thought it was such a cool name.
and we loved her, so much. she became a part of our unit. all throughout middle school, high school, my first two years at college she was there. and i never thought to take a single photograph of her.
there was nothing remarkable about her, and she died, and that’s that. at least she got to see the weather finally get warm again before she left. and i hope that she knew that she was loved. even if she would be too stupid to understand our feelings for her.
now im left with a sudden emptiness. and it’s not really that unbearable, compared to how i’ve felt before, but it hurts enough to make me cry without prompting.
secretly i hope someone will one day feel the same way about me, but there’s a difference between an unremarkable guinea pig and an unremarkable human - at least one of us never had anything more to accomplish than eat carrots and squeak those little squeaks that woke my mom up early in the morning before she had to be up to go to work.
#bpd vent#quiet bpd#dear diary#online diary#diary#personal diary#journal#my journal#vent under 'keep reading'#tw drugs#tw pet death#tw pet loss#tw s3lf harm#(mentioned)#non graphic#long post#started: 7:56pm#ended: 8:46pm
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TWO AND A HALF DEVILS AU (part 1)
Time for a bit of a rundown for this au (read this post to get the full context). It ended up being quite long, so i will write out the main events of this au in few parts:
Astaroth the Supreme Time Devil is off his shits trying to find a way around the hellgate to get into the human world. This guy has not slept for the past 3 days and downed like 7 monster drinks or whatever the hell equivalent of those is. Megicula is the unwilling audience of his batshit crazy rants that sound borderline like conspiracy theories.
“So after I figure out how to rip my soul and my magic away from each other I should be able to pass through the hell gates easily. Now, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘Astaroth but what will you do in the human realm without any magic?’ and the answer to that is you know how humans contract us to use some of our magic? Right? What if I instigate a faux contract with MYSELF to summon my own magic which would’ve been left behind in the underworld? So then-”
Megicula meanwhile is looking at him like:
And then, because Astaroth is a master of bullshitting his way through things IT FUCKIN WORKS…to some extent. His ass is now physically manifested in the human world, but it’s relatively unstable. Man can barely access his own magic and cannot stay there indefinitely.
Enter Licita.
Licita accidentally stumbles upon this motherfucker in the forest and is not impressed. Their interaction looks a little like this:
“Do you know who I am, human? I am Astaroth the supreme time devil! You better learn to fear me!”
“Oh yeah? In that case Mr Time Devil, can you tell me what time it is?”
“Uhh…that’s not how my magic works”
“I dunno, sounds to me like you’re just bad at your job”
So my girl Licita ends up roasting this guy to hell and back and then she gives him a pocket watch, and tells him that he will most likely need it more than she does and then calls him “A devil of fuck-all”. Astaroth is smitten to say the least.
Unfortunately he is physically unable to stay in the human realm for long periods of time, so his ass does eventually ‘dissolve’ if you will and returns to the underworld. The watch that Licita gave him is now his most prized possession and he takes it with him.
Fast forward a bit and Astaroth has been consistently manifesting in the human realm to become a full time simp and try to get Licita’s attention. Hage deadass had to get used to the fact that there is a devil roaming around, who is constantly being chased away by Licita with a broom. As per original post Licita does end up giving in and sleeping with him, believing that he was only after one night stand, while Astaroth is already planning their wedding. Fast forward a little bit more and what do you know? Licita is pregnant and my man Astaroth has been blessed with them stonks. So not only do they have a shotgun wedding, but Astaroth also convinces Licita to go through a devil marriage contract, which essentially binds Astaroth to her forever and it also stabilizes his manifestation in the human realm (magic is still very limited, cause bitches really can't have it all).
So now you got Astaroth quitting his job as supreme devil in the underworld to be a full time househusband in the countryside. This man has successfully learnt how to knit and he is about to make it everyone’s problem. He is getting ready to have the best dressed baby in all of Hage.
When the baby is born it comes out looking entirely human to everyone’s surprise. Just a split image of Licita. She does end up taking pity on her simp of a husband and names the baby after him. (Yes, this does mean that Asta’s actual, legal name on his birth certificate is ‘Astaroth Staria Junior’ and it literally never gets mentioned by anyone. Yuno doesn't even know what Asta’s full name is until they register for the magic knights exam).
So my man Astaroth now has a baby that he dotes on and he constantly goes around the village telling anyone who will listen (as well as those who won’t) about how cute his baby is. So the village does end up getting harassed by a devil in a way, if you can count aggressive updates on a baby’s developmental milestones as such.
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"Don't Go on That Date." - Kuroo Tetsuro
Synopsis: Y/n (Kenma's younger sibling) is asked on a date by Bokuto. Kuroo gets jealous. (also, Mario Kart references lol) Brother's Best Friend Trope/Angst and Fluff
A/N: There's some jealousy in here so if you're not into that then don't read. Also, this is not my best work but I absolutely had to write something to get me out of writer's block! Other than that, enjoy!
Being Kenma's sibling wasn't too bad. You got to play video games with him any time you wanted and you were actually fairly good at them. Not as good as Kenma, but you'd have your lucky streaks. Plus, when Kuroo came over, you would both team up on him in Super Smash Bros and you would have a better chance at winning. You admired both of them, even having a crush on Kuroo for a while. After all, it was a while ago and your older brother had a friend! It's only natural to get a crush on your brother's friend at one point or another. Now, you were all older and in high school, and that's where everything gets more or less complicated.
You climbed up the bus steps, taking a seat across from Kenma. Kuroo sat next to you. "Hey junior," He greeted, ruffling your hair. You grinned at him, shoving him playfully. "Stop calling me that. I'm not a kid anymore!"
"I know. But, uh, you look like a younger version of Kenma so I gotta call you that sometimes."
"No way! I look nothing like him!"
"Alright, if you say so," He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and texting Kenma, who was right next to him.
"Kuro, why are you texting me?" Kenma muttered. "To annoy you," He answered. You smiled at the two. Listening to their banter was the dumbest, yet funniest thing you'd ever heard.
When you arrived at school, you were crowded with your friends. "Y/n, Y/n, did you hear? Yamomoto is going to ask you out today!"
"Huh? That second-year?" You questioned.
"Yes!" They exclaimed. Kuroo's catlike eyes narrowed. "C'mon, Junior. Let's go."
Sure enough, by the end of the day, Yamomoto had asked you out to the arcade. You told him you'd text him your answer.
Upon arriving at home, you completed your homework with little help from Kenma and began to play Mario Kart with him. A knock on the door distracted him from his winning streak, so he got up to answer it. Kuroo trudged into the room in a baggy hoodie, sitting next to you. "I'm playing whoever wins this round," He challenged. You and Kenma nodded, knowing that Kenma was losing anyway.
As your character passed the finish line, you cheered and Kenma left to get a snack (and, likely, to be a sore loser). Kuroo picked up his controller, starting the next round. "Hey Junior," He began, crashing his cart into yours. You groaned in frustration. "What?"
"Are you actually gonna go with him?" You passed him, putting you in 1st place. "I dunno, he's sweet. Plus, arcades are awesome."
Kuroo passed you in the finish line for the first round, bumping into you. "Don't," He whispered. You looked over at him. He sent a red shell to you. "Don't go on that date."
"Do you think I have something better to do?" You mumbled.
"I'll take you to something better. But don't go with him. Come someplace with me, instead," He reasoned.
"Oh? Jealous, are we?" You teased, passing him again.
"Not at all."
Kenma entered the room again, feeling awkward in the thick tension between you and Kuroo. "You two okay?"
"Oh, we're great," You said.
Kuroo nodded, adding, "As a matter of fact, we're going to the arcade."
#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo testuro#hq kuroo#haikyuu kuroo#kuroo drabble#kuroo tetsuro x you#kenma#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#kuroo fluff
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dirty thoughts from a distance
pairing: dom!changmin x virgin!reader, best friends to lovers, college au!
synopsis: you masturbate while thinking of your best friend and he catches you moan out his name
word count: 3.8k
warnings: maybe slight angst, (getting caught) masturbating, mutual masturbation, sex in general ig
a/n: y'all are crazyy! it has barely been 19 days and I have already hit 100 followers🤧 thank you guys so much for your support and sending in requests!!! everytime I see leave me nice messages I feel so encouraged to keep on writing even though there is still a lot of room to improve and I am not always completely satisfied with what I create. I wish all of you a great day and hope that you stay happy and healthy!!
this chapter is especially dedicated to @bangcrispychannie and anon who requested this kind of scenario ❤️
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for three years you wondered why you hadn't lost your virginity yet. it's not like you didn't have enough opportunities since you had been in two relationships so far, both lasted about five to seven months.
the feelings in your first relationship were been mostly one-sided however.
when a guy in your biology class named Minho confessed his crush for you, you thought that the only logical next step was to become a couple. you were quite flattered that he had taken such an interest in you and believed and hoped you would eventually develop feelings for him as well. the problem was you didn't. after not being able to be emotionally let alone physically intimate with him for a few months into your relationship, he finally confronted you and you confessed that you just couldn't bring yourself to see him that way. your relationship came to an end just before becoming a senior in high school.
in your last year, you got close with Seonghwa. you were seat neighbors in your english class and you'd chat all the time. he was perfectly sweet, smart and funny and you instantly got along just fine. you developed an interest in him and he seemed to feel the same way. he asked you out with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and some chocolate and you agreed to being his girlfriend without much thought. you caught yourself falling in love with this boy and didn't shy away from physical affection such as kissing and holding hands. you were convinced you were ready to give yourself to him during prom night but when it came to it you chickened out. a couple of hours before, you had found out that your best friend changmin had broken up with his girlfriend of six months.
for a long time you hadn't been able to decipher why you hadn't slept with Seonghwa then. as time passed, the unpleasant answer became clearer and clearer: you had brought up your hopes.
you had been best friends with changmin basically since you started elementary school. on the first day, he scared you with a stupid horror mask he had sneaked in from home and made you cry. he felt so guilty and was determined to make it up to you and to become friends. you had been inseparable ever since.
when he got his first girlfriend in junior year you were devastated. you convinced yourself that the reason for that was that you had been scared he was going to replace you as his best friend but in reality you had felt jealousy.
you were suppressing your feelings because if you confessed, things might become awkward. there was no way changmin could ever like you the same way.
all of this became more difficult as you moved in together for college. you were sharing an apartment now and every day, it became harder to avoid your growing and troublesome feelings. your heart would beat faster whenever he walked around shirtless (which was most of the time) and you decided to try to ignore him. this was especially difficult since you wanted to appreciate his physique. when had he become this handsome? changmin had been dancing all his life so he had always been fit but now that he was majoring in it and training most of the time, his body had developed and he had become super toned and his abs were more prominent.
he'd often make his way into your dreams and you'd let him do inappropriate things with you. you'd wake up wet and needy and even more confused. you were ashamed of seeing him this way. this was not how one normally thought about their best friend.
it was a wednesday morning and you were eating breakfast when changmin joined you in the kitchen. he flashed you a big smile, making his pretty dimples appear which you didn't see as you did not look at him.
'good morning, y/n!' he greeted you in a good mood. you just grunted in response, intensely staring at the cereal swimming in your bowl.
the fact that you couldn't even spare him a glance hurt changmin but he tried to not let it show. he wanted to get you to talk to him.
'do you want to watch a movie and play some board games today after class?' he proposed. you hadn't spent a lot of time together ever since you had become aware of your feelings.
'I have an essay due tomorrow,' you quickly made up as an excuse. the corners of changmin's mouth twitched but you didn't notice as you were too preoccupied with doing anything that didn't include looking at him.
'then maybe on the weekend. or next-' 'I'll be busy,' you interjected. 'I have lots to do.' you stressed the lots to emphasize there was absolutely no way you would be able to hang out with him any time soon.
'umm… okay. I'll be going to class.' he told you dejected. your heart sank but you didn't respond. he was wondering whether he had done anything to make you upset but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. this had been going on for a while and he was starting to become desperate.
when you first got the apartment you spent every free minute of the day together, happy that you finally moved out and could be with each other 24/7, but then you stopped talking to him completely out of nowhere. from one day to the other, you would avoid leaving your room when he was outside and barely talked to him anymore. at first, changmin thought you were just stressed and that you'd eventually warm up again when exam season came to an end but a few months had passed and, if anything, the situation was even worse than before.
you were watching the time and after ten minutes you decided to leave for classes as well. you had started doing this so you couldn't possibly catch up to him and risk having a conversation.
'hey, y/n, what's up!' your friend chanhee hugged you when you arrived on campus. you were both majoring in fashion design and were getting along on well since the beginning of the first semester.
you sighed exasperatedly. 'changmin's up.' you puffed your cheeks and pouted. chanhee nodded knowingly. he was the only person who was aware of your little secret and that was only because you had accidentally drunk confessed the whole story to him at your first college party.
'you know maybe you should tell him. this whole thing is clearly not making you happy and I saw changmin walk by a few minutes ago. if I had to guess I'd say he was in an even worse mood than you. someone accidentally ran into him and he pushed them hard and called them names. it's not like him to overreact like this. he's usually super collected. I think you finally managed to break his spirit,' chanhee reported to you.
this had never been what you intended. why did everything have to be so difficult? you didn't want to be the cause of your best friend's unhappiness.
'he must feel like I despise him. but I cannot confess to him, that would be the end of our friendship!' you were constantly torn apart by this dilemma.
'well, if you're not gonna act on your feelings, maybe try to move on? find something casual or serious with someone new? then you'd forget all about changmin and you'd be able to go back to acting normal around him' he suggested.
chanhee's advice didn't sound too bad. if you couldn't get with changmin then you had to de-crush yourself and find somebody different to focus your emotional energy on. but on who?
'is there anyone you could think of?' you ask chanhee. he had great taste in practically everything so you highly valued his opinion.
'hmm, you could potentially try younghoon hyung? I've seen him eyeing you for weeks now and he even told me thinks your gorgeous.' he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.
younghoon was a pretty art student, whom chanhee knew from high school. you didn't talk to him often, mostly at parties and he wasn't exactly your type but you tried to remember shouldn't judge him by his first impression when you haven't even got to know him.
chanhee pulled out his phone and soon you felt yours vibrate in your back pocket. you looked at him questioningly.
'I sent you his number in case you're interested,' he explained proudly. he put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the concern in his eyes. 'you really need to get over changmin if don't want to confess,' he insisted firmly.
so you decided to text younghoon during class. he was very polite and you thought he was cute as he seemed excited to talk to you. you agreed to hang out sometime to get to know each other and decided to meet up friday for dinner.
after the end of your classes, you walked home to warm up yesterday's leftovers. to your dismay, changmin had also decided to come home for once. since you began acting all weird and refused to eat with him, he usually spent lunch time with his dance mates as they had practice after anyway. why had he decided to come here today? your question was answered when he ran up to you, smiling from ear to ear and you noticed he was hiding something behind his back.
'you know how there is a blackpink concert downtown on friday? guess what!' he held up two tickets. surely you would at least agree to spend time with him if it meant being able to see your favorite group, right?
he must have gone through so much trouble to get tickets for you and since blackpink were your favorite music artists you were actually contemplating on going but then you remembered you had made plans.
'I can't. I'm going out with younghoon friday night.'
'kim younghoon?' he raised an eyebrow skeptically.
'why would you to be spending time together? I didn't know he was even talking to you,' he questioned you. anger was boiling inside of you.
'maybe it's because you don't know everything about me,' you snapped at him. you were aware that you were being harsh but somehow his words hurt you. why did he doubt you? did he think you weren't able to get with someone as awesome and popular as younghoon? did he not consider you pretty enough?
the microwave beeped, indicating your food was ready, making you snap out of your thoughts.
'y/n, I swear, that's not what I meant.' he stepped directly in front of you so you were forced to look at him. you stared deep into his pleading eyes as you closed the microwave door, turned your back to him, stomped to your room and slammed the door shut, leaving changmin behind in the kitchen.
your whole body was tense as you listened closely to any sounds coming from outside and felt relieved when you heard the front door close. feeling sad and depressed always made you feel tired so you decided to take a nap to forget about all the negative feelings.
when you woke up you were horny af. you had a dream about changmin taking you on the kitchen counter and now your panties were completely soaked with your arousal.
desperate, you pulled them down and tossed them somewhere to the side. it didn't matter. you needed relief now.
you closed your eyes as you slowly started rubbing your clit, imagining it was changmin's slender fingers touching you instead. your imagination was running wild and you sped up the tempo.
eventually, you plunged your middle finger and then your index finger inside you, pretending that changmin was stretching your walls with his cock.
you moaned loudly and picked up the pace, chasing your high. oh, how much you wished he was the one making you come.
'yes?' you opened your eyes and gasped loudly as you saw changmin watching you from the doorway. you hecticly pulled up your blankets to your chest to cover your naked lower body. for how fucking long had he been standing there?
'oh fuck, changmin...' you cursed out loud.
to your surpise he laughed. 'oh, is this why you have been so distant? were you embarrassed about imagining doing dirty things with me?' your cheeks were burning red and you were unable to move a muscle.
'you know, if you had told me you were thinking of me while doing it then I could've helped you out already. that would have spared both of us a lot of frustration.' he stepped into the room and pulled the sheets away, his hungry eyes fixed on your desperately dripping pussy. you tried to hide it with your hands.
'n-no… what are you saying? aren't we best friends? ' you couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. the way he was acting was so unexpected that you didn't know how to react or what to say. he brushed his hand over your burning cheeks. his eyes were conveying disparity.
'but what if I told you I don't care? that I like you? that I see you as more than just my best friend?'
'wait, you like me?' you couldn't believe your ears. was he actually reciprocating your feelings?
he groaned in exasperation. 'y/n, why did you think I ended things with my ex out of the blue?' you shrugged your shoulders as you weren't sure. you had thought it was because she had lost interest in him, at least that's what changmin had told you back then.
'because I realized I was in love you, you dumbass. how could I be together with someone if I had feelings for someone else?'
'I actually ruined my chances of having sex with seonghwa for the first time for the same reason. it was just after I had found out about the breakup,' you confessed, relieved that you were finally beginning to make sense of everything.
he climbed onto the mattress and positioned his knees next to your closed legs, leaning his hands on the wall behind you so that he was hovering above you.
'I'm sorry that you lost that opportunity. let me make it up to you,' he whispered with his face mere inches from yours and then kissed you. losing all self-restraint, you immediately pulled his body closer so that he was straddling you. after all these months filled with sexual frustration and just frustration in general, you were desperate for his touch. your hands wandered under his dance shirt and you were finally able to touch those abs you had been secretly admiring for so long.
you broke the kiss to take off both of your shirts and changmin skillfully unclasped your bra.
while his tongue was exploring the insides of your mouth, his hands were kneading your breasts, occasionally rubbing and pinching your hardened nipples. you felt his hard dick press against your lower abdomen as he grinded himself into you to get friction.
after having dreamt about this moment for so long, you felt impatient. this was too good to be true and you were scared that if you didn't act quick, your bubble would bust.
without thinking twice about it, you pulled down the hem of his sweatpants and boxers just far enough so you could easily reach inside and whip out his dick. you stopped for a moment to admire his length. it looked even better than you had ever imagined in any of your wildest dreams.
he sat upright, leaning on the wall behind you, while you stroked his cock. he was sensitive to your touch and not shy to show you how well you were doing by responding with moans.
'fuck, y/n. you're doing amazing.' his praise made you eager to show him just how good you could make him feel. your lack of experience was barely noticeable as the adrenaline flowing through your veins was guiding you.
you tapped his thighs to signalize him to inch closer. that way your mouth had easier access to his dick. you hesitantly licked up his length and were fascinated by how he tasted. wanting to have more of it, you swirl your tongue around his pink tip. changmin eventually became impatient and forced more of his dick inside your mouth so you tried to take as much of him as you could but your gag reflex made it difficult for you. instead, you worked your hands where your mouth couldn't do its job.
not wanting you to feel neglected, changmin reached behind him to stimulate your clit. he skillfully started rubbing all the right places and you moaned around him, sending vibrations through his cock.
he couldn't take this stimulation for much longer before he had to force himself to pull out of your mouth.
'wow, you almost made me come there.' he panted heavily. 'but I want to be inside you first.' you got lost in his touch as he placed a long kiss on your lips but a sudden thought brought you back to reality.
'wait, I don't have a condom,' you informed him embarrassed. you hadn't planned to lose your virginity any time soon so you hadn't bought any. did that mean the end of this wonderful dream?
but changmin laughed light heartedly. 'no need to worry. hold up, let me get some from my room.' you relaxed again as he disappeared and came back shortly with a condom wrapper in his hand.
you were prepared for him to start right away and took a deep breath in preparation but he didn't do anything.
'I don't think it's a good idea to start yet since I haven't even prepared you. the last thing I would want to do is hurt you so just lay back.'
he positioned your legs over his shoulders so your hips were hovering in the air. you felt his warm breath against your vagina before he drove his tongue inside you, seeing for himself how wet he had made you and tasting your arousal. you clasped your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from releasing any sounds.
'don't do that. I want to hear how good I make you feel,' changmin complained.
when he slid two fingers inside you, you couldn't hold it in anymore and let out some kind of aroused squeal. you felt self-conscious but it seemed like changmin was only more eager to please you.
at the same time, his tongue was abusing your swollen clit and it was impossible for you to hold back the curses that were spilling out of your mouth. the pleasure he was making you feel was a whole different sensation from anything else you've experienced before.
'more please, changmin!' you begged. you wanted more. you needed more. you needed him.
he carefully lowered your hips back down. 'are you sure you want this?' he asked you, waiting for you to clearly consent to having sex with him.
'I want you. you, and only you,' you reassured him and brought his face closer to kiss him. changmin's typical bright smile formed and you felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.
he positioned himself at your entrance, swiping his dick between your folds like a credit card to coat it with your juices.
you gripped his arms tightly as he pushed in. he slowly continued until all of him was buried deep inside you before stopping. the feeling of a whole penis inside of you was very different from your or changmin's fingers. it filled you up to the brim and was rubbing all the good spots. while it initially caused you a bit of discomfort, it wasn't overwhelming and it also felt good in a weird way.
when your walls finished adjusting to his length, he began to steadily move his dick in and out.
changmin intensely studied your face. he couldn't believe that after all those years you were finally close to being his. he wanted to savor every single expression you made while he was inside you.
you wrapped your legs around his torso, trying to push him deeper. he slammed his cock back inside you.
'you are mine,' he declared and started going harder and faster.
'I am yours,' you confirmed and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
because of the extensive foreplay and your own masturbation prior to this, it didn't take long until your walls were tightening around his dick and you felt an orgasm approaching.
driven wild by you clenching around his cock, he thrusted into you even faster. you rested your sweaty foreheads against each other as both of you almost came simultaneously.
changmin kissed the top of your head before he pulled out and threw away the used condom. you opened your arms and he let himself fall right into your embrace.
'I know this might be kind of weird to talk about right now but do you want to be my girlfriend?' Changmin asked you. he still wasn't too sure what all of this meant for your relationship and he desperately needed to know where your mind was at.
'after having liked you for all this time I'd be an idiot to say no.' 'you're an idiot anyway,' he teased. you slapped his arm.
'hey! I'm not the one who ignored you for a couple of months because my hormones are out of control.' you hid your face in the crook of his neck, too embarrassed face him.
'I'm really sorry for that. you just mean so much to me and I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship.' he stroked your hair.
'I do understand that. if I hadn't heard you moan my name today I wouldn't have acted on my feelings either. but all is good now, right?' 'right.' you smiled and placed a small kiss below his ear.
'there is still one thing you need to do,' changmin tried to remind you. you looked at him, puzzled.
'what do you mean?' 'younghoon,' he hinted. you immediately started looking for your phone. that date was definitely going to have to be cancelled. there was no need for you to find a distraction anymore since you had been granted your wish after all.
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bestie what if jungkook finally finds out that jin’s friends with y/n 😭😭😭 he’d live in embarrassment for like eight business days
cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D
jungkook wants to crawl in a ditch for bADLY misjudging a situation he should’ve foreseen in the first place
yoongi has never been this dedicated to curing his hangover
well actually, nO ONE was really forcing him to pick you and taehyung up anyway
you didn't even ask!!! you could 10/10 just call for an uber to bring back taehyung to his place
maybe, just maybe, it's your fault that when yoongi asked you where you were when he's just woken up from a long night of partying, you mentioned "i'm with taehyung" and hospital and go home in the same sentence so that's why he went to overdrive
did he process what you said correctly?? probably not <3
that's the whole reason why yoongi had wasted sIX eggs this morning!!
he read somewhere in passing and watched song-hwa from hospital playlist enough to know that drinking eggs apparently helps you with your hangover and some other things
first, he wasted tHREE eggs because apparently, you're not supposed to drink the eggs !!! whisked !!! because it "defeats" the whole purpose
but it's still an egg whether you whisk it and no one's sane enough to drink raw eggs unprovoked
yoongi nailed it on the second try and he might have gagged a few times but the important thing is, his hangover is all-cured from the stress of digesting raw eggs :D so now he can safely drive at a borderline dangerous speed to pick you and tae up
"hey kiddo."
you peer your head up to see yoongi looking down at you, ruffling your hair in greeting
you've been held up here for less than five hours anyway, and it's not that yOU look tired,,, it's just that maybe you could use a little more sleep
lol you got yoongi thinking for a second that you're the injured on
"hey champ," yoongi acknowledges taehyung who's smiling from his bed, getting a forehead flick from his senior to which he rolls his eyes to
taehyung's... dressed up already in his normal clothes?
he already has his shoe on too so yoongi doesn't quite get why the two of you still aren't standing up
"you're lucky you just got a flick," you add helpfully, yawning in remembrance, "he punched my arm when i fell down the stairs at the dorm."
and wHY is this conversation all pointing to him now??
"because the both of you did stupid things that landed you in the ER!"
"i was just trying to see if i can go down the stairs three steps at a time!!"
"i just wanted to embrace y/n!!!"
very stoopid decisions if you ask him
yoongi shifts his weight from one foot to another, still a little lost because he's already here, and the two of you are all-ready to go, and he's not really a fan of the smell of the hospital —
oh wait
"has the bill already been settled?" he asks in curiosity, fishing out his wallet from his pocket
"mhmm. already did," tae answers instantly, nudging yoongi to put his wallet back where it came from
uhm wait maybe it's the eggs that are talking but uh
..... if the bill's already paid-
"then why are we all just sitting here?"
taehyung opens his mouth but he cLOSES it shut the moment it all clicks in his head, belatedly looking at you whose face screams conflict
yoongi's eyes turn to you on instinct, narrowing his eyes because you're choosing not to meet his eyes
"we're uh, we're waiting for jungkook to come back from the restroom."
...
.....
.......
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
yoongi's quiet, almost like he's calculating the variables in his mind
his mind's working harder rn that it did on his finals last week
"so jungkook is here?"
he gets war flashbacks every time he hears his name
he just shudders at the thought of him and he doesn't mean it positively lmao
"y-yeah! did i not tell you that at the call? he helped me get taehyung here," you scratch your nape in explanation, not accounting for the fact that yoongi still vERY much loathes jungkook when you called him
tae's not actually sure if he's helping you when he opens his mouth but he's trying his best <3
"yup! his shoulders were my crutch for like, three blocks. he also bought us food from the cafeteria while we were waiting to have my leg cast!!"
he glances at the fancy paper bags from the cafeteria downstairs, even some take-outs in there that makes it look all-stuffed
how in the living hELL is yoongi suppposed to feel about all of this :|
"i'm back! should i call an uber now? sorry, i bought these tiny hand sanitizers because they were having a sale at the pharmacy. y/n what scent do you-..."
jungkook happily chirps as he rummages through the bag he was given, preparing to scoop all the different scents to present them to you when he jUST had to look down at a familiar pair of shoes
as in the same black converse that he had the relief of looking at when someone was particularly asking him if he ever had a knuckle sandwich
"h-hi yoongi."
yoongi narrows his eyes at the kid who just squeaked, mouth puffed-up in disbelief that he looks like he's hiding a hamster in there
"bye jungkook."
yoongi uses tae as an excuse to shoo jungkook off as fast as possible but that kinda bites him in the ass
taehyung's going through a learning curve with his crutches and yoongi's making him wALK faster!!!! he still needs a little-
oh wait a minute :-)
"jungkook! help me walk to yoongi's car."
no
there is nO way that even taehyung's conspiring against him now
first jin and now taehyung????
tae solidifies his point by winking at yoongi, leaving you alone with him as you carry the paper bags of cafeteria take-outs
he's not exactly sure if he's helping you out at this situation, but once again, he's just trying his best and having fun alright!!! he likes to be included in these types of things hee-hee
yoongi has no choice now but to aLSO drive jungkook home, and the thought just makes him grumble from thinking about it
he'll have to disinfect his seats ://
"i haven't fully forgiven him if that's what you're thinking about," you chime in with his thoughts, looping your arm around his to help quell the visible stress in his mind
"it's your life," he puffs out because he doesn't want to meddle with you, consciously trying not to be overbearing when it comes to your choices
"i know. i just want you to know that your closest friend has the pride and the brains to not forgive an asshole, a goddamn junior, who said really mean things to her," you add thoughtfully and transparently, making yoongi break into a smile
ok that's got the heaviness in his chest a little lighter
"we should probably talk to each other one of these days."
you haven't had a heart-to-heart talk with yoongi for quite some time now because there weren't really any pressing issues of the sort to make the two of you talk face-to-face, but now it's probably needed
"we should."
:D
jungkook has never feared for his life in a car ride tHIS much before
and he's even wearing his seatbelt!!!!
you're sitting at the front seat and he's with taehyung at the back, the latter dozing off because yoongi indulged his request for sleep music with soft rain on the background (it doesn't make yoongi sleepy) in an attempt to make him feel better about his leg
the one-hour loop's working wonders because you're passed out on the front seat too
normally, this would also make jungkook sleepy
but how the fuck can he sLEEP when yoongi looks at him through the rear-view mirror like an apex predator??????
kook could take the easier route of pretending to sleep so he could get to avoid yoongi's gaze
but then if he pretends to sleep, yoongi would clearly see how his eyeballs are still very much trembling even when his eyes are shut and he's the furthest thing from being relaxed
don't get him started on stoplights too!!! that was just pure torture because jungkook was conflicted to whether or not he should look at him rIGHT back
taehyung and jungkook live in the same building anyway so that's more convenient because he actually wouldn't know how to act if he had to drop j-name (he honestly can't digest saying his name) separately
now that that's all over, jungkook feels oddly fulfilled in a way...?
fulfilled in a sense that even if partially, he managed to earn your forgiveness
he feels like he could sleep a little more peacefully knowing that he atleast did something right this time!!!
which is for the exact reason, he's gonna gUSH about this to mr. kim from student affairs!!!
it's uh the weekend and he walked to campus because he thinks that admin works even on weekends (mad respect)
it's noticeably a lot more empty compared to weekdays and it's just filled with freshmen with their hectic class schedules and some students who are just fulfilling units to graduate early
jungkook walks straight to student affairs and it instantly looks empty, the only familiar face in there being namjoon
as in mr. kim namjoon who's wearing a windbreaker rn and whose hair is dEFINITELY blonde than the last time (two days ago) that jungkook saw him
he's not here to work isn't he
wait is he here to rob the place ???!?#?!?
"and what are you doing here?"
namjoon is as confused as jungkook, his mouth opening and closing in dumbfoundedness
"o-oh! is mr. kim here? w-wait, you are here. i mean mr. kim seokjin, sorry. did he-"
"nope," namjoon shakes his head, putting his bucket hat back on to leave jungkook all by himself
namjoon from work and namjoon every other time besides work are TWO different entities
"we just came here to collect our paychecks. you missed jin by ten minutes."
oh well
his momentum's not entirely ruined!! jungkook just has to cram thinking of a recipe to put in your lunchbox by tomorrow and jin is his tried and tested saving grace
technically, jungkook already saw you this morning because of the whole taehyung in a cast thing, but he feels as if that the take-outs from the cafeteria aren't gonna cut it
he still needs to step up his game of course :D
so that's why jungkook forcibly enlisted jimin's help to make fish and chips for dinner and put them in two lunchboxes
one for you and one for yoongi!! he didn't skimp on the fish nor the chips and made sure they're still toasty and in peak-flavor when he delivers it to your dorm
is he intruding? is this a bad time? he didn't exactly know how to process when yoongi told him that he wouldn't stop him from making it up to you
he just iSN'T sure if delivering homemade lunchboxes at 7 in the evening to your dorm is optimal
oh good!! the door's opening :D
"good evening!! i uhm-"
... what
.......... WHAT
what the fuck is going on
seokjin is suprised to see that the guy at the door isn't from the delivery place he ordered from two minutes ago
... he may be disappointed
but what he is amused about is the way jungkook looks beyond confused and intimidated
jin's in a sleep shirt and some boxers and jungkook doesn't kNOW what to feel about all the variables present that he's trying to connect
"you look like you're hiding a goldfish in your mouth."
seokjin remarks and yawns when a fraction of a minute passes and jungkook's still frozen in his spot, his eyes darting to what the kid's holding
"oh c'mon! one for y/n and one for yoongi? you trying to make it up to him too? and none for me?" jin jives him further, leaning against the doorframe with a sleepy smirk on his lips, "i practically live here, and i gave you the tonkatsu recipe, and i'm the one who doesn't get a lunchbox?"
he eventually saw this coming lmao
jin knew that someway somehow, jungkook would come to know that hE's your close friend throughout the whole time
that he's been the sort of middleman all this time but nah he's on your team of course <3
that all this whining he's done to him has all been in the name of you and seokjin had to sit through ALLLL of that with his fists clenched underneath the table to calm himself down
"oh my god," jungkook's literally WEAK in the knees as it all connects in his mind, the gravity of this scenario kicking down on him
he really iS such a fucking asshole
how did he not hypothesize this????? how wasn't he able to connect you and yoongi and jin as each other's closest friends???
his legs are literally about to give out so that's why seokjin snatches the lunchboxes from his hands
"i am so, so, so sorry mr. kim. i-i really didn't-..."
jin pays him no mind, opening the lunchboxes slightly as he whistles at the sight of fish and chips
meanwhile jungkook is so sO close to crying both in realization and very very slight relief because he knows atleast one of your friends doesn't hate him that much
the door opens wider, the creaking getting both of his and jin's attention
"what's taking you so long? is the-..."
yoongi switches his gaze between the two lunchboxes on jin's hand and jungkook sitting on the floor looking like he's had the shock of his lifetime
wow this is really amusing
this is in fact so amusing that yoongi can't help but to snap a picture for him and jin to laugh at later
"bye, jeon."
yoongi grabs one of the lunchboxes from jin's hand and goes back into the dorm, leaving jungkook alone with mr. student affairs
seokjin chuckles as he outstretches his hand to make jungkook stand up and shoo him off sooner than later so he wouldn't look like a pebble in front of your dorm
he pats him on the back, only having to pull him slightly to get him closer to his ear
"we're still mad at you kid, don't get it twisted. you're lucky i didn't expel you."
jungkook pales at the realization overall, only weakly nodding his head as he attempts to take in everything while trying to look at the bright side
seokjin cheerily closes the door, waving at him who looks so close to passing out from hock
"bye jungkook!!!"
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