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kelieah · 4 years

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surprise (peter parker x stark!reader)

summary: you give peter a gift he would have never expected to receive from you

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst angst angst, fluff, language

edited: sorry this is super late :(

a/n: hehe, happy bday to the cutest puppy of all! thank you to everyone who helped me come up with ideas for this fic, ily all 3000

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You and Peter have been dating for almost a year now. You both decided to get together after all the chaos that took place in Europe. You two have been friends for quite a while before that, so the fact that your friendship with Peter flourished into something even better is one of the many reasons why you adore him.

His birthday is tomorrow and you wish to make it as special as it can be. Though you’re not exactly sure how to do that. You know your dad would’ve easily bought something tremendously big and written a cheesy yet short letter with it, and Peter would love it. But if you did the same, it wouldn’t be right. Right?

The night before his birthday, you were in a spiral. You had already planned a surprise party for him at his apartment though that was the least of your worries. You were pacing around your room, unsure if the gifts you’ve been preparing for weeks was enough or if you should add more things.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him and the months you’ve been dating him, you put together memories and experiences all in a scrapbook. It looked cute and simple on the outside, but once you opened it up, the pages were filled with photos, letters, doodles, and colors. Many references or inside jokes were scattered along the side margins and stickers were put accordingly. You made sure it was perfect, but your gift still felt incomplete to you.

You wanted to be extra. You had to be extra. You remember your mom saying it was something you got from your dad. That man was always one for his dramatics. So you stayed up a bit later than you should’ve, making tiny little paper stars with sweet compliments, affirmations, and advice in them. Then you made as many as you can to fill up a glass jar shaped like R2-D2.

Though to you, that still wasn’t enough. So you searched and searched and eventually found some vintage Star-Wars comics. Ignoring the fact that they were over a thousand bucks, you bought a dozen or so. His gifts were spread across your bed and you stared at it for what felt like hours.

Is this enough? Is this too much? Will he love it? Will he even like it? Shit.

You remember wanting to sleep and putting it all aside to figure out in the morning. You might’ve forgotten his birthday was the next day with how much you focused on the gifts than the actual date, so you woke up with panic.

You also remembered there was one last thing you wanted to get for Peter but once you glanced at the clock, it was already noon. You overslept.

You feel your heart drop immediately realizing that you weren’t able to text or call Peter a happy birthday or good morning. You assume he must be worried, or hurt or maybe upset? You place your face in your hands and fall into deep thought. Then it hit you, the surprise party is in three hours.

“Morning Friday, read my text messages and voicemails please,” you groggily lean against your bed rest.

“Are you sure, Y/n? You have 243 text messages and 94 voicemails,” Friday informs you.

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, “Uhm, actually just read the ones from Mom, Peter, Aunt May, and Happy please,” you mutter.

“Understood,” Friday responds, beginning to go through your messages and voicemails, “Mom has messaged you, “Morning honey. Had to go to some meetings. Nanny is leaving at 1, please watch Morgan. I’ll meet you at the party. Could you bring Morgan with you when you go?” Peter has not messaged or called you. Aunt May has messaged you, “Hi dear! I’ve already baked up some cherry pies for the party, when are you going to be over to decorate? By the way, Peter went out and is probably patrolling,” with a smiley face and heart. Happy has messaged you, “Hello, I already ordered the catering, and went over the invite list. Are you up yet?” and he also left the voicemail saying, “Hopefully you’re up by the time you get this. Most of the Avengers are coming, except Thor, the Saviors, no wait, the Guardians of whatever they’re called, and Captain Marvel. I’m sure you could figure out why. Give me a call when you’re up.” Done.”

“Shit,” you whine loudly. You throw yourself out of bed and get to your morning routine. You quickly tidy up your room, take a quick shower, go through your skincare routine and get dressed up. You decided to put on some makeup and wear nicer clothes for once given it’s your boyfriend’s birthday.

You look around your room and inhale deeply, “Just that one last thing,” you remind yourself and walk off. After getting what you need, the nanny informs you that she’s leaving. You walk over to Morgan’s room and knock the door before entering, “Hi princess, you ready for Spider-Man’s birthday?”

She turns around, all dressed up in a pretty floral dress, “Hi sissy, yes! Don’t you mean, your friend boy?” she giggles, running up to you.

You roll your eyes playfully, “You mean boyfriend? Yes, c’mon pretty girl. We’re going to go now.”

An hour or so later, you’re making your way over to Aunt May and Peter’s apartment with Morgan in the backseat. You felt bad for not greeting Peter at all today but you decided to make it a part of the surprise. “He still has a tracker in his suit!?” you burst out in laughter as you stop at a red light.

“Seems like Tony didn’t get rid of it before, I don’t blame him,” Happy mutters. “You got everything right? Morgan, Peter’s gifts, the decorations, and your head?”

“Yes Happy,” you glance into your back seat, checking in on Morgan and seeing the piled clutter. “I feel like Santa Clause with a bunch of gifts and an elf in the backseat,” you chuckle. Morgan gasps and makes a silly expression at you that brings a smile to your face.

“Maybe you are with all the cookies you eat,” he jokes.

“You’re one to talk, anyway where’s Peter now?” you ask as you drive off as soon as the light turns green.

“He’s swinging around, I saw the news. He’s interacting with fans and interviewers, a pretty rare case.”

“True, he must be trying to distract himself. Am I the only one who hasn’t greeted him yet?” you ask, nervously biting on your bottom lip.

“Yep.”

“Shoot, well I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Let’s hope so, I’ll see you and Morgan when you both get here. Gotta help May out with the pies.”

“Sure, the pies,” you tease, causing Happy to roll his eyes and end the call.

You feel your heart stop as Peter suddenly gives you a call. You fight the urge to pick up and shower him in reassurance and love, but ignore for the sake of the surprise.

Ten to twenty minutes later, you and Morgan arrive at May and Peter’s apartment. You smile and knock on the door, struggling to hold everything in your arms while holding Morgan’s hand.

“Hello hello, you two,” Aunt May opens the door with a bright smile on her face. She lets you in and helps you out, “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry, I overslept. I wasn’t sure if my gifts were enough,” you pout and kiss her cheek.

“That’s okay. Morgan baby, Happy’s in the kitchen.” May smiles and ruffles Morgan’s hair. Morgan hums and hugs her leg, running off.

“These are all your gifts for him? Sweetheart, it’s his birthday not Christmas,” she giggles. “I’m sure he would love anything you get for him, even if it was a cheap lego set.”

“I know I know, it’s just Peter has been through so much. I feel like he deserves the world,” you say bashfully.

“You’re so cute,” she hums and helps you place the many gifts on a certain table. “Remember, you have been through a lot too.”

“Yes, but today’s his day,” you cross your arms. “Anyway, enough chatter. We should decorate now, everyone’s coming over in an hour right?”

“Yep. I also told Peter to swing around for a while and bring Thai food home at 4. He thinks it’s just going to be him, Happy and I. I told him you have work,” she says, grabbing some decorations.

“Okay, perfect. I feel so bad, I haven’t communicated with him since last morning,” you huff and grab some streamers.

“I’m sure he understands, kid gets busy too,” Happy walks over from the kitchen with Morgan trailing behind him. “Man, are these all your gifts for him?” he glances over at a table filled with only your gifts.

“Y-Yes? Why is that such a bad thing,” you groan.

“It’s not, I think,” he glances at May who gives him a look. He puts his hands up in defense and slowly walks back into the kitchen.

“You’re fine, honey. Also, I love your dress, isn’t that?” she tilts her head.

“Yeah, it’s the dress I was wearing on our first date,” you smile to yourself, glancing down at your cherry red dress. It fit perfectly, not too loose or tight and it had pockets. Something you and Peter were always amused by.

After the three of you finish decorating, the guests begin to arrive. Most of the team showed up and you and Peter’s close friends. You let out a sigh of relief and lean on the fire escape railing, looking out at the city. You glance at your watch, “Almost time.”

“Hey there,” you hear from behind you. You look back and see Happy.

“Hey.”

“You doing alright? Peter’s coming soon,” he says and walks next to you, leaning against the railing.

“I know, I just feel like. I did too much? Too less? I’m not sure, I just wanted this day to be perfect for him especially after last year,” you mutter and glance at Happy with teary eyes.

He smiles sadly and pulls you into a hug, “It’s absolutely perfect. You know, Peter isn’t going to be the only one who’s proud.”

“Who else? You?”

“Well, besides me and a bunch of other people. Your dad,” he murmurs.

You feel your heart tighten and you stifle a cry, stuffing your head into his chest. He sighs and hugs you close, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. Sometimes I feel like he never left, because everyday I see him in you,” he pulls away, holding your shoulder.

You smile softly and nod, “T-Thank you, Happy really,” you sniffle.

“Of course. You should probably tidy up, your makeup’s running,” he takes a step back.

You laugh half-heartedly, “Alright. Could you tell everyone to get in their places?” you begin to walk towards the apartment.

“Got it,” he nods and follows you back inside.

Your heart was racing, everyone wasn’t sure if he was going to show up at the front door or his room. Happy gives the signal that he’s arrived and everyone goes silent. You feel a slight sense of relief when you hear noises from the front door. If he came through his room, he probably wouldn't be that surprised.

Peter sighs and holds the bag of Thai food in one hand, opening up the door with a key in the other. His senses have been all over the place today and his heart didn’t feel like it was in the right place. He was beyond worried about you, he didn’t even care that it was his birthday. He just wanted to know if you were okay.

He opens the door, calling out for May. “May, I’m home-”

“Surprise!” Everyone appears out from their spots, greeting Peter with bright smiles and confetti.

Peter instantly jumps and places a hand over his heart. “G-Guys!? Bruce? Scott? Wait, Ned? MJ!?” he stammers, looking all over the place.

“Happy birthday, Spidey,” you come out of your hiding spot, smiling warmly at him.

“Oh my god, Y/n,” he breathes out and rushes over to you, pulling you into a hug. You let out a gasp as he picks you up and spins you around. He places you down and hugs you closer. He pulls away and glances at your dress then at you, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he sighs, kissing your cheek.

You blush at his comment and fiddle with your dress. “Thank you,” you smile, hoping he notices your outfit.

“Wait, isn’t this the dress from our first date?” he holds some of your dress and glances at you. You grin and nod, he sighs happily and pulls you back into a hug.

Everyone reacts sweetly until Flash, who was surprisingly invited yells out, “Get a room!” Everyone instantly glares at him and he shrivels up, smiling sheepishly.

You roll your eyes and Peter ignores him, peppering your face with kisses. “I thought you were mad at me or something, or hurt, or just forgot about me,” he rambles, holding your face.

“Well, luckily none of those are the cases. I just wanted to surprise you,” you hum.

“You planned all this?” he gapes, glancing around his apartment once again.

“Yes, but I had a lot of help,” you hum.

“Friend boy!” Morgan squeals and rushes over, hugging you and Peter’s legs. “Happy birthday,” she beams.

Peter’s eyes soften and his bends down, “Thank you cutie,” he grins.

She squeals and hugs him, “Can you be my friend boy?”

You gasp dramatically, “Morgan, he’s my friend boy.”

“I don’t know babe, Morgan looks amazing in her little princess dress,” he picks up Morgan, holding her close.

You pout and cross your arms. Morgan bubbles happily and wraps her tiny arms around his neck.

To say Peter was overwhelmed with happiness was an understatement. He felt relief, appreciation, love and support. This whole time he was worrying that he had done something wrong when really nothing was wrong and everyone was just hiding and being quiet for his surprise.

After catching up with some of the Avengers and friends and eating dinner all together, it was time for cake and presents.

You couldn’t express how unbelievably happy and emotional you felt for Peter as he stood in front of his cake as everyone sang Happy Birthday to him. His face was filled with pure joy and you wish that could stay on his face forever, because to you, that’s what he deserves and more.

Not much later present time begins and Peter starts to open up everyone’s gifts. You told him to open yours last. You absolutely adored this boy and your heart swelled up every time he held a genuine smile to his face as he opened his gifts. He got up, thanked and hugged every single person who had got him a gift. You truly are smitten for him.

“Who are all these gifts from?” Peter asks, glancing at the huge piles of gifts left. “I thought I had opened everyone’s except Y/n’s already,” he chuckles.

“Those are all mine,” you walk over, sitting next to him.

“Oh, flower,” he mutters softly and pouts out his bottom lip. “You didn’t-”

“Ah, please open them and shut your mouth,” you cross your arms. Everyone laughs in amusement at your sass and watches as Peter begins to open up the gifts.

Peter first opens up the comic books and jars filled with little letters, “Oh my god, you didn’t,” he whimpers happily. “This must’ve cost a fortune,” he holds up the comic books.

“What? All I did was write on little pieces of paper and-”

“Babe.”

“I know! I’m joking, on to the next please,” you coo and kiss his cheek.

He huffs and unravels the next gift, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears. He slowly flips through the pages of the beautiful scrap book you made for him. He comes across a page where it was you, your dad and him in multiple photos. He lets tears slip form his eyes and glances at you with softened eyes, “Y/n,” he mutters.

“Larb you,” you kiss his cheek. He places the scrapbook aside and pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“I larb you more,” he sighs.

“I thought that was our thing,” May pouts, causing everyone to chuckle at her comment.

“It can be our thing too,” Peter teases. “Is that all?” he sniffles, glancing back at you.

“One more thing,” you smile cheekily.

“Oh man,” he sighs, placing his forehead on your shoulder. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Morgan,” you look up, running your hands through Peter’s curls. She grins and grabs the last small box, bringing it to Peter.

He looks up and smiles, silently thanking her. “You want to help me open it?” he asks her. She nods and sits on his lap, helping him pull away the ribbon. As they both do so, the box falls and reveals the gift your mom once gifted your dad, then to you. Peter covers his mouth, “No, I can’t-”

“Peter,” you shake your head.

He sniffs once again, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks as he glances at the glass case with your dad’s arc reactor inside. He glances down at the words surrounding the arc reactor, “Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart,” he sobs.

You glance up seeing that your mom smiles sadly, wiping away some tears. “Happy birthday,” you repeat, kissing his cheek.

“Why are you giving this to me?” he stammers, hugging Morgan back as she hugs him close, nuzzling her head into his neck.

“Mom, Morgan and I already have many parts of dad with us. You don’t have as much and we all know how much he meant to you. You really are a part of our family too Peter, and I felt like you deserved this. Now you can see that his heart also belongs with you,” you smile warmly, cupping his cheek and wiping his tears away.

Everyone watches the heart-touching moment unravel, a sad yet understanding smile appearing on their faces. “I love you. I love all of you, and you,” he pokes Morgan’s nose, causing her to giggle.

“We love you too Peter,” everyone chimes in.

“I love you more,” you whisper, kissing his nose.

“I love you 3000,” Morgan pouts, playing with his shirt. You and Peter look at each other with sad smiles.

“I love you 3000 too.”

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cecily-xyz · 3 years

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For anyone who’s new;

Hello and welcome to my page!

First of all; thank you so much for visiting/interacting/following/etc. I love u all sm

I just thought it would be helpful to make an official greeting post/ info post/ master-list post to make things more organized, plus I never really have done a formal introduction.

So hi, I’m Cecily, I’m an Aquarius and an ISTP, and I love the Arcana, Fictif, Marvel, and many other fandoms! I am not currently open for requests but I will update if I open them up again.❗️ALSO; this is in my bio but just a reminder that I like, comment, and follow from my main account @/cecily-zyx bc I accidentally made this acc my side account instead of my main bc I’m a big dummy 🥴 so I swear I’m not ignoring u guys lol❗️and I use “#cecily sputters” for my shitposts so if you’re interested in my blubbering there u go lol

So anyways, here’s my master list! (Also Ik it’s probably silly to include shitposts in the master-list but I think they’re funny so I’m including some of them lol (I say some bc there’s way too many to fit all of them on here))

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Master List

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Key: (HC) = head canons, (FF) = fan fiction, (SP) = shit post, (OC) = original character, (DR) = drawing, (O) = other, (V) = video, (A) = asks

The Arcana

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The Main 6

The Main 6 with an MC who has curly hair (HC)

If The Main 6 had a PowerPoint night (HC)

The Main 6 as Vines (V)

The Main 6 as Vines Pt. 2 (V)

The Main 6 playing Cards Against Humanity (HC)

The Main 6 as random photos from my camera roll (O)

The Main 6 picrew (pt. 1) (O)

The Main 6 picrew (pt. 2) (O)

The Main 6 picrew (pt. 3) (O)

The Main 6 if they went to a renaissance festival (HC)

Asra

Asra with bed head (SP)

Lord of Misrule perfume (SP)

Asra soap mohawk (SP)

Asra Angst pt. 1 (SP)

Asra with his parents ❤️(SP)

Asra angst pt. 2 (SP)

Julian

Julian with an MC who is really into art (HC)

Irl Julian in NYC (SP)

Julian route fav lines (SP)

Julian doodle / practice (DR)

Nadia

Go Nadi go Nadi (SP)

Nadias clap back to Lucio’s accusations 🙄🤚🏼 (SP)

Portia

Scary Pasha (SP)

Muriel

Nothing yet!

Lucio

If Lucio had a makeup YouTube channel (SP)

Renea (OC)

Renea’s everyday outfit (DR)

Renea’s traveling outfit (DR)

Renea portrait (DR)

Random Renea asks pt. 1 (A)

Random Renea asks pt. 2 (A)

Random Renea asks pt. 3 (A)

Random Renea asks pt. 4 (A)

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Nix Hydra ad pt. 1 (SP)

The Arcana IOS 14 Home Screen (O)

The Arcana memes (pt. 1) (SP)

The Arcana memes (pt. 2) (SP)

The Arcana memes (pt. 3) (SP)

The Arcana memes (pt. 4) (SP)

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Stranger Things

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Eddie Munson

Eddie doodles (DR)

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eyeofthedrgn · 3 years

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A Heavy Battle Symphony - Chapter 4

New chapter! This chapter is slightly fluffy, still angsty, but much less than previous chapters.

Catch up here: Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

TW: language, mental abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, violence, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, self harm, self-esteem issues, sexual abuse (only alluded to briefly in future chapters), just a lot of trauma, angst, smut - lots of lovely gay smut

Word count: 1685

Chapter 4 - Forgotten

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn

Floats on down the street 'til the wind is gone

And the memory now is like the picture was then

When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again

It was Monday, and he was healed enough that Maeve let him go to school. After a normal morning routine, Lorcan made sure he wore a hoodie that would do a decent job covering his neck. Hood up, hands in his hoodie pocket, head down, he headed to school.

He missed a lot of schoolwork. It was going to be a late night. Luckily, most of the teachers gave him until the end of the week to turn it in.

When P.E. came around, he went straight to the gym rather than the locker room. He found his teacher and handed him his doctor's note. Mr. Brullo sent Lorcan to the library to study. Lorcan was happy about that. He was able to catch up on some of his homework.

Lorcan's handwriting, luckily, wasn't hindered by his cast. Perrington at least broke his right arm, his non-dominant arm. That he was thankful for, if he could be thankful for anything that happened to him.

He was getting a headache from his pre-calc homework. Lorcan rubbed his face with his hand and sighed.

"Lorcan?"

Lorcan grunted and slowly turned to see Elide, who looked relieved to see him. That was interesting. "Oh, uh, hi."

"Aren't you supposed to be in gym?" Lorcan lifted his casted arm. Elide's eyes widened and her lips parted. "Oh." She swallowed. Fuck, here comes the pity. "How-" she closed her mouth. "How'd that happen? We thought you were sick." Why were they concerned?

He told the same story Maeve told the doctor. Something about getting in a fight and falling down stairs, and "you should see the other guy". She didn't seem to believe him, neither did the doctor.

"Can I sit with you?" Lorcan shrugged. She sat down and then proceeded to talk to him about what he missed in creative writing. He didn't realize her voice was so soothing.

"Has anyone signed your cast yet?" She was eyeing the black cast. "I have a silver Sharpie!" She pulled it out of her bag and held it up with a smile.

Lorcan huffed a small laugh. Not being able to say no to that smile, knowing he was going to get in trouble, well, what could really do to him anyway? So, Lorcan carefully pushed up his hoodie sleeve. She smiled brightly at him. He propped his head up on his hand, eyes closed and listened to her hum as she put ink to the black cast.

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It was hard to keep from asking Lorcan questions. Elide saw the handprint bruise on his neck, the exhaustion lining his body, and of course, the full arm cast. She thought about how his injuries were formed. Obviously, someone put their hands on him, but who?

She didn't know who he lived with besides his aunt. It was doubtful that a woman had done this sort of damage, but one never knows for sure.

As she put pen to plaster, she kept looking up at his face between strokes of ink. He had drifted off to sleep. His face was slack, a slight snore every time he breathed out. Lorcan looked so innocent like that and dare she say, gorgeous.

Having finished her artwork, she just watched him until the bell rang. She gently brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, delicately tucking it behind his ear. He didn't stir.

Elide wished there was something she could do to get him away from his more than shitty situation. Calling the police was probably out of the question, but that was really the only thing she could think of.

The bell rang.

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He didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he felt his textbook being pulled from under his elbow. "Oh, shit. Sorry," Lorcan furrowed his brow as he started cleaning up his stuff.

"You looked tired, I didn't want to wake you, but it is lunch time." Elide smiled, "and you have to look at your cast!" She seemed so excited about it.

Expecting some nonsense, he was pleasantly surprised to find a nice line drawing from his elbow to his wrist. It was a row of detailed trees with her name under it. Lorcan looked at it with awe. He looked back at Elide, "You did that?" Obviously, she did that. Don't be stupid, Lorcan, he thought to himself.

She giggled. He thought her laugh was adorable. "Obviously." Lorcan's cheeks flushed while he finished packing up before they walked together to lunch in a comfortable silence.

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He followed Elide through the lunch line, the lunch lady gave him an extra serving. He was probably looking a little gaunt these days having barely eaten for the past week. Lorcan started towards the empty table in the corner.

Apparently, Elide wasn't having any of that as she pulled him to the group table before he could go be alone. Everyone seemed excited to see him. His name was shouted amongst several other greetings. Lorcan felt a tug in his chest as he looked around at the friendly faces. Why were they always trying to be nice to him? And then his eyes fell on the silver haired boy, he instantly forgot what he was thinking. He stared at the green eyed beauty a fraction longer than he should have as he sat down.

Elide introduced everyone. Aelin, Lysandra, Manon, Dorian, Chaol, Fenrys, Connall, Rowan - the silver haired boy - and then Vaughn, who was the last one to join the table.

He was sitting between Elide and Fenrys. Lorcan kept his head down while he ate, feeling very out of place. Everyone was chatting around him, over him, leaning around him. It was a lot. He wished he was alone at the table in the corner.

Rowan spoke up, "Can I sign your cast?" Lorcan jerked his head up. The sleeve of Lorcan's hoodie was still pushed up, he had forgotten to pull it back down which was unusual, but under the current circumstances, it made sense.

Lorcan's heart sped and he suddenly felt warmth spread up his neck. It drove him crazy how much his body reacted of its own accord around Rowan. He wished it would stop.

There was no reason to deny him when the punishment was coming now anyway since Elide's Sharpie touched the cast in the library, so he just shrugged and moved his arm towards the center of the table, towards Rowan.

"Elide, can I borrow your Sharpie?" She handed it over with a nod and went back to animatedly talking to the other girls about something.

Lorcan was careful not to press into the edge of the table, as he adjusted his arm. "I don't think mine will be as pretty as Elide's. Sorry in advance." Lorcan just shrugged a shoulder. He watched Rowan do his little doodle.

Then Rowan grabbed Lorcan's hand to carefully twist his arm to get to a different part of the cast easier causing electricity to shoot through his skin. His breath hitched. The soft fingers lingering on his skin, he never wanted the other boy's hand to move. Lorcan's eyes darted to Rowan's face to see if he noticed anything weird. All he saw was intense concentration, the way his tongue stuck out just a tad and his brows stitched together. Suddenly he was too warm, chest tight, heart pounding. Hellas below.

"There!" Rowan smiled at his silly nonsensical line doodle signed with his name. "All done." That smile did weird things to his stomach and the absence of those warm fingers made all the heat he had just been feeling disappear. A shiver ran down his spine.

Rowan capped the Sharpie and went to hand it back to Elide when Fenrys grabbed it.

"Can I?"

"Yeah." He was screwed anyway.

By the end of lunch, his cast was covered in names and doodles by his... Friends? They couldn't be friends, could they?

As he walked to his next class, he started panicking. His chest tightening for a whole other reason than being in close proximity to a certain boy. A tightness that was only reminiscent of growing anxiety. He shouldn't have let anyone sign it. What was he thinking?

Fuck.

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"Lorcan," Rowan breathed as he saw the dark haired boy basically being dragged by Elide to their table. Everyone perked up at that and welcomed him back.

Rowan saw his pained expression. Then, he saw the cast and the light purples, greens, and yellows on his neck that Lorcan was obviously trying to hide with the hood of his hoodie. It looked like a handprint. A fucking handprint. His gut roiled at the thought.

But then Lorcan looked at him, and oh boy, those eyes were going to be the end of him. They were an amazing onyx, almost like pools of night. His cheeks heated and he hoped no one noticed.

He finally got the courage to ask to sign his cast. And when Lorcan leaned over to get his arm closer to Rowan, he noted the stiffness and slight discomfort that flitted over his face. There was so much damage to Lorcan's body that they couldn't see. It made him unbearably sad thinking about it.

For the rest of lunch, while everyone signed Lorcan's cast, Rowan just sat there silently, observing the beautiful dark haired boy. He'd catch his eye every now and then give him a small smile, which was never returned. His eyes just quickly flitted away. Lorcan, he learned was very hard to read.

Rowan wished they could hang out, just the two of them. He wanted to get to know him and help him. And know what those lips felt like, tasted like. How it would feel to thread his fingers through his long dark hair that was usually in a messy bun. Or just to hold his hand. Fuck, he had it bad.

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I've been thinking about art a lot lately, or more specifically my relationship with it and my identity as an artist.

The latter is something I've actively resisted for most of my life because my art didn't feel art-y enough - I just make doodles of cartoon characters, they're nothing special, there's no profound message I'm trying to convey. It's only in the last couple of years that I've felt even a little bit comfortable in embracing the thought that I am An Artist and I create Art, even if it's silly and unpolished and, I guess, disposable.

(I *do* have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings wandering around in my head but I don't think I'm good enough at art yet to convey them meaningfully, or maybe art just isn't how I feel comfortable expressing them, I don't know. There's a lot of psychology involved in art that makes it weird and messy and complicated. Anyway.)

I went through a really rough patch wrt art around 2010-11, the details of which I don't feel like going into here, but suffice to say I couldn't find any pleasure or satisfaction or *worth* in drawing anymore. I hated everything I produced, it only made me depressed and reluctant to try anything that might improve it because I was terrified of failing. This thing that had been a constant in my life for literally as long as I could remember had more or less failed me. Drawing had always been kind of a comfort - if I couldn't do anything else right, at least I could draw - and that was gone now. Needless to say, this didn't do a lot for my already-shitty mental health.

Several things happened ~2015 that helped turn this around, namely that I started taking antidepressants and found an online social thing that I could throw myself into wholeheartedly. I felt better and actually wanted to start drawing again, and I wasn't *as* scared of fucking up as I had been, so I started really trying to improve my art and strengthen some of my weaker areas. Last year, in possibly the only good thing to have come out of 2020, I was finally in a position where I was enjoying the process of making art again. Drawing was fun, and challenging, and actually brought me pleasure instead of making me feel like a failure. I currently don't do as much of it as I'd like because my body is excruciatingly stingy with its mental/emotional energy - or maybe I don't do very much that I end up showing to other people; I draw pretty regularly during down time at work, which has been...immensely, indescribably rewarding. Art and I are on more than speaking terms, at last. We're friends again and that feels amazing after having gone so long being estranged from it.

So what's weird about art, and I don't think this is just a Me thing because I see *a lot* of other artists express similar feelings, is that it's simultaneously a source of joy and one of extreme, brutal frustration. Art feels *good* but as soon as it's finished you see a million things you could have done better. Being around other artistic people gets you fired up to want to Get Good but as soon as you try you're dismayed to discover that improvement is an agonizingly slow process - and this is something that you absolutely will """discover""" again and again, even though as an artist you are already acutely aware of how long it takes to improve at things. You simultaneously love being an artist and curse it with every fibre of your being, wondering over and over why you were born into this hellish existence of grasping for perfection that you will never attain. And you angst about it for like three seconds and then get an awesome idea for Art and go right back to drawing, because you're an idiot ARTIST.

You know that comic that's floating around about how being an artist isn't about being "good enough", it's about being too dumb to stop? It's true. I finally get that. And I think that's what makes me feel that, yes, I am in fact an artist.

My art still isn't really what I'd call "good", but I think I'm well enough at last to be kind to myself and accepting of my failings, to acknowledge that there's room to improve while I celebrate the advancements I've made. Amidst the constant drive to express myself and share with other people there also has to be room to have fun and play and do things that are just for me. I feel like the state of being an artist is a force of nature that has to be harnessed and directed; you can't really control it, because it's there and it will do its thing whether you want it to or not, but you can find ways to guide it and live with it in a healthy fashion.

...I still have a lot of thoughts on this but holy shit I've blathered on about this way too much already. derp.

#~deep thoughts~#tl;dr #i got a lotta feelings #artists amirite

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request: when we were young with todoroki🥰❤️

a/n: ngl i kinda almost started crying while writing this. i also used some inspo from Adele’s song All I Ask with this, so yeah

warnings: angst, mentions of explicit content

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Maybe in some other timeline the out come was different... which was why everyone was so shocked about it. You and Shoto were basically highschool sweethearts, you brought out the best in one another. He became more social if you were around and you got more confident. The two of you complimented each other so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces or yin and yang. You knew everything about each other and always knew what you should say to the other, even in the most dire situations. That’s why nobody expected you to break up. When you left UA you were still together and started working at seperate hero agencies. You never saw each other that much and whenever you did you were too tired to do anything. So fights started, they were silly and didn’t actually have any meaning but they were taking a toll on both of you. This went on for a few years but the last fight was the worst of them all...

“Why can’t we just relax for once, instead of shouting at each other!?”, Shoto exclaimed. “I don’t know, you tell me!”, you sighed, “It’s just like you to put the blame on me!” It wasn’t just like him. He was actually always putting the blame on himself, you didn’t know why you’d say that. You watched as his face turned from anger to disappointment and sadness. Your heart broke at the sight and you got a tight clump in your chest. It felt as if someone had stepped on your ribcage with a big pair of boots. “Maybe we should stop...”, he whispered, “This isn’t good for us. Or our careers for that matter.” “Are you running away from me?”, you were holding back tears, “You know what? You’re just like your fucking father!” “What did you fucking say to me!?”, it looked like he was about to attack you, but he stopped himself. You stared at one another. No. This wasn’t good. You didn’t want to leave him but maybe... that’s what you had to do. “I’m sorry...”, you sniffled as the tears started to fall, “You’re right... it’s over. We’re breaking it off.” He didn’t say a word, and if you knew him well enough it was because if he did he’d also start crying. Shoto simply nodded and walked past you towards the door of your apartment. “I’ll... see you around...”, he muttered. “Goodbye, Shoto.”

Just thinking about you put that tight feeling in your chest back. In highschool you never really fought, it only started a few months after you started working... but the summer before you started working was possibly the most wonderful thing you had ever experienced. You spent a few days with the rest of the graduating class. All of you would go out on picknick’s here and there and sometimes you’d go to the beach. Either way it was always fun and you’d always go home with butterflies in your stomach and aching cheeks from laughing too much. That wasn’t your favourite memory of the summer, though. That would have to be when you and Shoto took a trip to your parents’ cottage by the mountains. They let you stay there for a week if you promised to clean the place up a bit... you just didn’t tell them about the fact that Shoto was following along. Okay, maybe you lied and said you were going with your girl friends... but that didn’t really matter in the end, they never found out anyways. The memories floods back to you every so often, sending butterflies to your stomach.

“Hey, is this you?”, Shoto asked as he flipped through an old photo album. “I thought I told you not to look at that!”, you exclaimed and tried to take the album from him. Of course he held it up above his head so that you couldn’t reach it and looked a bit closer at the photo. “You’re very adoreable.”, he chuckled before finally handing it to you. “Can we just forget about it and finish cleaning this up?”, you sighed and put away the photo album in the newly cleaned bookshelf. “Awe... are you embarrassed?”, he teased with a smile. Shoto never used to do that until you two started getting more comfortable, even when you were just friends. You were very happy that he had learned to be himself around you. “I’m not!”, you turned around to him and hoped that your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. “You’re blushing.”, he pointed out, making you hide your face in your hands, “No, don’t hide... it’s cute.” He slowly pulled your hands away from your face and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Let’s finish cleaning up, okay?”, he grinned as he made an attempt to hold back his laughter at your flustered face.

You smiled at the memory... you had ended up cleaning up the entire house after that. It took a while but it was worth it in the end, and it wasn’t so bad since he was there. That wasn’t the best part of that trip though...

“Can I tell you something?”, you asked. “Of course.”, Shoto answered. The night was filled with stars, you could even see them through the green trees. The sun had just set and the moon was making it’s entrance. You were laying on a picnic blanket, looking up at the stars, and finally relaxing after a whole day of cleaning. It still surprised you that Shoto actually wanted to help you. Who would volunteer for cleaning? “You can’t laugh.”, you turned to you side so that you were facing him. “Sure.”, he said and looked over at you from the corner of his eye. “Promise me you won’t laugh?” “I promise.” You took a deep breath and laid back down on your back. Shoto slowly reached for your hand and took it in his own, giving it a comforting squeeze that said “go for it, you can tell me anything”. “Before we started dating I...”, you chuckled nervously, “... I used to get jealous when someone else would flirt with you... even if I didn’t have the guts to do it myself.” Shoto started laughing and you let go of his hand to, once again, hide your blushing face. “I’m sorry...”, he said after he finished laughing, “... that’s normal though, isn’t it? I mean... I did that too.” You looked at him. His cheeks were flushed, his hair was slightly messy and he had a big smile on his face. Shoto took your hand once again. “So don’t be embarrassed about it, please.”, he turned to his side, “I don’t want you to be embarrassed about anything around me.” “Okay.”, you whispered as you were slowly closing the small gap between the two of you. You could feel his breath on your face... it smelled like mint, that kind that makes your mouth ice cold if you drink water. “Can I kiss you?”, he whispered when you were mere inches away from each other. “Yes.”, was the only thing you managed to get out. The soft kiss turned into something that you had never done before, but you were still so calm. There was nothing to be scared or ashamed of, it was just Shoto. Between the breaks of the kiss, where you’d finally get to breathe, he kept asking if what he was doing was okay. You could only nod, your head felt like it was spinning. Maybe it was the world that was spinning around you, actually. It didn’t matter, it felt right.

You had a few firsts with Shoto, but that one was probably the most memorable and most important. It brought you even closer than you were before, which helped the relationship evolve... just for it to break right in front of you. But you didn’t have time to think about that right now... you had to get going to your highschool reunion.

The car stopped outside of the school and you reluctantly got out. You wanted to meet your old classmates, yes... and even if it had been five years, the wound still felt fresh. Maybe it was because you kept reopening it as soon as you tried to get into any other relationship. It didn’t matter now, you had to do this. For yourself and your pride.

UA still looked about the same as when you went there. They had moved the tables around in the cafeteria a bit and the hallways seemed... longer. Maybe that was your imagination. You decided to go exploring further, since you did come here a bit early. So you went back to your old classroom... it was still the same. You walked over to what used to be your desk. Was it always so small? Somebody had doodled on your desk, and at first you were a bit mad about it until you read the text. Two names were scribbled down on the desk with a heart surrounding them. With a sigh you started scrubbing it away with your thumb. This sort of shit gets you in trouble during your lectures, you thought to yourself as you tried to imagine the person sitting here. They looked just like you, because you could only really think about the time you did the exact same thing.

“Y/L/N, are you listening?”, Midnight asked you in front of the class, interupting her own lecture. “Um, yes ma’am.”, you quickly looked up and placed your hand above the scribbled name on your desk. “Oh really?”, she walked up to your desk, “Show me what you’ve been so actively writing on your desk. I hope they’re notes.” The class chuckled, which didn’t help the fact that your face was burning hot. Shoto was sitting right beside you and you had to do everything in your power to not look up at him. Slowly, you revealed that you had indeed written down his name on your desk with a small smile. Midnight got an amused glimpt in her eyes as a big smile spread across her lips. If she were to say it out loud you would simply not look at him and when the lesson you’d have to run out of the classroom. You did the mistake of looking up at Shoto, he looked at you with a hint of a smile on his lips... nevermind, maybe you should jump out the window immediately instead. “Very well, Y/L/N.”, Midnight smacked her lips, “Make sure you erase that and actually listen to what I have to say. This’ll be on the test so pay attention and try not to get distracted any further.” You looked at her in shock and she smiled before motioning to your eraser and walking back to the front of the classroom. You had never erased something as fast as you had then.

Everybody had asked you about it after the lesson and you really couldn’t answer. So you made sure that the unknown student’s doodle was completely gone. “You do know we don’t have cleaning duty anymore, right?”, you heard a voice behind you, it was Izuku. “Oh my goodness, Izuku, you made it!”, you grinned and engulfed him in a hug. “They let me off early for once.”, he grinned and hugged you back, “It’s been a while. How are you?” “I’m good, how about you?”

Your conversation kept going as you slowly made your way to where the meet was happening and you finally remembered why you came here in the first place. You hadn’t seen these people in ages, even though you spent every day with them for so many years. It was worth anything to meet them again. Maybe Shoto wouldn’t even come. Maybe he didn’t have time to do so. But of course that wasn’t the case and would never be the case.

When he walked in it felt like time stopped. He didn’t spot you immediately, he simply walked in and started greeting old friends like normal. As soon as he did sparks were flying... literally. A small flame appeared on his right side, right by his eye as they widened... not in shock, but because the memories were coming back so quickly. He looked like a movie... and when you heard him speak he sounded like a song. You hadn’t seen him all these years. Not once, you were too scared to do it. Now he’s right in front of you... he’s walking towards you. Why did this have to take such a long time? It felt like everything was in slowmotion. “Hi.”, he said. “Hey.”, you answered. Izuku looked between the both of you, as if everything was normal... until he remembered what had happened. He was actually there, comforting you...

“Hey, you’ll be alright, Y/N.”, he said through the phone, “Do you want me to come over... I... uh... I can buy you ice cream?” “... that would be nice...”, you sniffled, after hours of sobbing. “Okay I’ll be right there.”

He had grown into a big brother figure for you. You were friends during highschool, when he was more of an awkward but nice guy. How he had managed to grow into such a confident person, you’ll never know... though you would really like to know that right about now. “I’m gonna go ahead and excuse myself. I have to say hi to the others!”, Izuku walked away from you and your heart dropped to your knees. How could he? “You look good...”, Shoto said quietly and you finally looked back at him. He stood tall. He always had, but now it was more intimidating. “Thank you.”, you said, as if you hadn’t worn this dress in hope that you’d get some sort of reaction out of him, “You too...” What were you supposed to do? He was finally right in front of you... before you had so much to say but now your mouth was just dry... “Listen I-” “I’m-” You stopped and looked at each other before breaking out into a mild laughter. It wasn’t a laugh that made you bend over and slap your knee, it was more of a nervous laughter. But as soon as you got to take a breath in, when you then breathed out it felt as if you were breathing out all of that awkwardness. “Sorry, you go first.”, Shoto said quietly. “I’m really sorry... about what happened...”, you admitted. “It’s... it’s fine. It was years ago afterall.”, he smiled sadly, “How are you doing, Y/N?” When he said your name like that your heart skipped a beat, just like it did the first time he said your first name.

You were sitting on the floor of Shoto’s dorm room, trying to study. Emphasis on trying. You kept getting distracted by the smallest things and you really couldn’t help it, from the snow outside to him moving in the slightest. “Do you want to take a break?”, Shoto suddenly asked. “Sure.”, you hummed and put down your pencil. The two of you made your way to the kitchen to get yourself a break-snack. Which really just meant that you wanted to make tea. You got the tea that you wanted, green tea, and started boiling water. Shoto stayed by the counter and simply watched you. He never wanted tea when you made some, so you didn’t bother to ask. You didn’t know a lot about him and, though you wanted to know, you felt like it wasn’t time to ask yet. “Could you get me a cup, Todoroki?”, you asked, as the cups were put way too high up. He let out a hum and easily took down a cup for you. “Shoto.”, he said quietly. “What?” you turned to him, he was standing so close. “You can call me Shoto.”, he said calmly. “Alright!”, you nodded and tried your hardest to not get flustered, “Then... then you can call me Y/N.” “Okay... Y/N.”

“I’m doing fine.”, you answered, “Work has been hectic, but that’s expected-”, you paused as soon as you looked into his eyes. “No... I meant like... with that...”, he took a deep breath. “As you said...”, you looked away from him again, “... it was years ago...” “Y/N, I-” There it was again, you couldn’t handle it anymore. “Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom...”, you muttered and walked away as quickly as you could.

When you had been in there for a while you heard someone opening the door. He wouldn’t walk into the girls’ bathroom, would he? “Hey, Y/N? We know you’re in here.”, it was Mina! “Yeah, how are you feeling? We saw you with... yeah...”, and Ochako! “I’m fine.”, you walked out of the stall, “I just had to... get away for a while.” They hummed in response, you worked with Mina a lot since you were at the same agency. Mina immediately knew when something was off after your break up and called Ochako, so they knew everything. “You know what, Y/N?”, Mina puffed up her chest, “That was years ago, and yes it was tough but you’re tougher! So let’s go out there and enjoy ourselves!” “Yeah, we’re finally able to meet everyone again!”, Ochako grinned, “So let’s have fun, ‘kay?” “You’re right.”, you smiled.

From then on you simply enjoyed yourself, even though you did feel his eyes on you from time to time. Sometimes you’d look back, only to look away when he’d look at you.

The reunion ended pretty early, since most of you had work the next day and you really couldn’t be too tired for your line of work. You still had one thing to do while you were here. After saying goodbye to your former classmates you walked towards the trees by the school. There was one specific tree that you wanted to go to, just so that you could get some closure. It was an old big tree, probably the biggest one there. In a moment of total instinct you rested your forehead against the bark and softly put your hands on the tree. Sure, it was weird but for some reason it just seemed right. This tree was the place where you’d made so many good memories... you just had to thank it at least once.

“You never really talk about yourself, Shoto...”, you muttered out of the blue. Shoto had his head in your lap as you played with his hair. It was so warm today so you decided to study outside, but you ended up like this instead of actually studying. “I guess I don’t.”, he looked up at you, “Do you want me to?” “I mean I don’t want to pry, that’s not what I meant!”, you laughed nervously, “... it just feels like you always listen and never get to talk.” “It’s always been like that, really.”, he shrugged. “Well, isn’t it... tiring?”, you asked, “Wouldn’t it feel like a weight off your shoulders to talk?” “I’ve never thought of it like that.”, he said, “... maybe you’re right. Is there something you want to know?” “Oh! I... um... sorry, I-”, you started babbling out apologies. Shoto grabbed your face softly and pulled you down to meet his face. You stared into his eyes in shock. He wasn’t usually this foreward, even if you had been dating for a while. “I’ll tell you one thing, Y/N.”, he whispered, “I don’t care if I have to listen or talk, as long as it’s with you.” Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed up his body slightly to meet you in the middle and kissed you for the first time.

The cherry blossoms had already bloomed, so it wasn’t as pretty as it was back then... but the tree still brought a smile to your lips. “I guess we thought about the same thing.”, someone said behind you. You turned around to meet his heterochromic eyes. A sad smile grazed your lips, it didn’t matter what had happened... you can’t forget what had happened between the two of you. Yes, it was over, but the time you had was magical. There was nowhere to run now, you just had to face him straight on. “It’s not that big of a surprise is it? It’s beautiful.”, you turned back to the tree, “... and it’s special...” “If you want me to leave, just say so.”, he sounded if he was ready to go. “No.”, you turned back around to him, “Please stay with me.” He looked at you for a while before nodding and walking up to the tree and sitting down with his back against the bark. You sat down next to him and put your head on his shoulder. It was a habit, but he didn’t seem to mind since he put his head on top of yours. “You never answered my question before.”, he whispered softly. “... I’m doing alright.”, you said honestly, “There are just a lot of memories coming back now and it’s... it’s scary.” “Tell me about it then, that used to help right?” “It did.”, you chuckled, “I’m not gonna lie, I have tried to move on for a while. But it’s hard when you really know me better than anyone.” “I get it...”, he nodded, “... but what do you have to lose? What if you just try?” “... but what if I realize that I can’t ever love like that again?” He was quiet. But it was nice. He smelled like he used to, it was comforting. Your heart started racing when he took your hand in his. “I’ve tried too...”, he admitted, “It didn’t work.” You turned towards him, as he did the same. You didn’t get a good look at him before... he had only slightly changed. Maybe he had a few more scars... bigger under-eye circles... it didn’t matter. It was him. And you couldn’t help it. You leaned foreward and kissed him. As soon as you did, he kissed back and brought you in closer by your waist. He still tasted like icy mint and his hands were still gentle. You got up on your knees, but the action was too quick and you ended up tumbling over him instead. “Sorry...”, you whispered. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this here?”

You couldn’t believe that you were at his apartment after all these years. You didn’t see much, it was all mostly a blur, but you did see the new nice apartment complex and the fact that he still had his old furniture. While walking through the apartment the two of you stumbled over anything that was in the way because you never really broke the kiss at all. Maybe you had too much to drink before, or maybe he was making you spin the way that he had that night. Either way the rest was just a wonderful blur.

The next morning you woke up to the sun shining through the window. Shoto was sleeping soundly beside you. You wished you could stay but... this was too much, you had already over stepped by being here at all, let alone sleeping with him. Both of you were getting older, you couldn’t fool around like this anymore. Though you did wish you could keep the image of him like this in your mind. He was laying peacefully with his face on the pillow, his back was exposed as the covers weren’t fully covering him and his hair was ever so slightly messy. He looked like an angel... but maybe you were biased. You were about to leave the bed when you felt the bed shift. “Wait.”, Shoto said in the raspy voice he always had in the morning. “I’m sorry, Shoto.”, you shook your head, “I have to leave.” You got up and started putting on your clothes which were scattered across the floor. He got up next to you and quickly pulled on a pair of underwear before following after you. You went to what you assumed was his bathroom, which was correct, and washed your face. “Y/N, please. Just stay here for a while, we should talk.” “It’s bad enough that I’m here, Shoto. This is so stupid!”, you held back your tears, “We split, that should’ve been the end of it!” You walked over to the door and put on your shoes, ready to leave. “The worse decision I’ve ever made was letting you say goodbye, I’m not doing that again!”, he exclaimed. “Whether you let me or not, I’m going to leave.”, you couldn’t look at him, not even when he grabbed your hand. “Please, Y/N.”, he sighed, “I can’t stay away from you anymore.” “I want to go back to that... so bad...”, you sniffled. “Then please let me back in.”, he pleaded. “I would if I could.”, you assured him and he let go of your hand, “But I don’t trust myself enough yet.” You opened the door and stepped out of his apartment. He didn’t stop you or go after you. You heard a thud on the other side of the door, which you could only assume was him falling to the ground. You slapped your hand over your mouth to keep in the sobs. If you can’t get over him, how were you supposed to ever get over anything?

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Plus Signs - Chapter 10

[Part of Souvenirs Series] [Read via AO3]

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Prompt: Chris and his new lady brought back a souvenir from Disneyland and now begins the fun of telling their families. Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut... all the things. Word Count: 7,086

[<<< Chapter Nine] [[<<< Chapter One]]

CHAPTER NOTES: This chapter has been years in the making. Literally. It has been through many iterations, many mood changes, many "this is garbage I'm completely starting over" hissy fits... and everything in between. I've been sitting on this version for over a year now, terrified to publish this much ANGST. But, it's past time. Chris and the Reader have so much more to experience and, I want to get there. To get there meant I needed to get past this hurdle. Maybe this could have been two chapters, or even three, but... I digress. THE HURDLE... If you are still reading this, after so long... I am so thankful! If you are getting into this fic series for the first time... I am so thankful! I just hope you won't have to experience multiple year long hiatuses, like your for-readers! HA Ok... please enjoy!

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Chris and I had spent Thanksgiving in Boston and would be spending Christmas with my family. The simple fact that Chris was worried about me traveling “so late in the pregnancy” had settled the deal, despite the fact that my doctor had given the go-ahead to travel much further along.

I had quickly found that when it came to me feeling the slightest bit of discomfort, in any way shape or form, it was simply easier to let Chris make the decisions. His constant worry was ever present yet, thankfully, adorable and hadn’t driven me crazy. On the other hand, figuring out a name for this child was going to drive us both absolutely bonkers.

“Please tell me you are joking,” I glared at Chris’s image on my phone.

“Seriously? You don’t like it?” he laughed.

“No, absolutely not. Our child will not be named Christopher Robin.” I propped the device against the decorative bowl on my kitchen table, freeing my hands to cut a piece of chicken in half.

“Fine,” he scoffed, taking a sip of his water. “How’s your chicken?”

“Delicious,” I mumbled with my mouth still full. “Yours?”

“I ruined it, I really did.” He shook his head, staring at the plate in front of him, just off camera. “I just can’t figure out what I did wrong.”

“I told you to be careful to not cook it too long,” I teased, taking a dramatic bite of food.

“You be nice!” He pointed at me with his fork, squinting his eyes. I smiled back mockingly, my lips tight across my teeth. “Don’t make me cut you off from date night!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” I pulled my napkin to my chest in mock horror. “You like this too much.”

“I do,” he conceded. “I definitely do. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world?”

“Except actually being here with me… right?” I raised one eyebrow to him.

“Of course! I’d give anything for that!” His eyes went dark as he pursed his lips.

“Hey,” I urged softly. “No crying on date night.”

“I’m not,” Chris shook his head, smiling. “I promise.”

“Good… because we have business to attend to,” I sighed out, pushing my plate away.

“You sound so excited,” he teased.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired,” I sighed again.

“And?” he pressed.

“And… I’m worried that we’ll never agree on a name.” I felt my face twist in worry.

Hiding my emotions and true feelings from Chris was something that I failed at continuously. It wasn’t just that I was bad at it, it was that he seemed to read between the lines. Always watching the smallest of facial expressions, listening to my tone and inflection. He well and truly heard the things I said and even more so the things I didn’t say.

“We have time. We have so much more time,” he soothed my worries with his low voice.

“Not really,” I countered.

“Really? We have like…” he paused and looked up and to the side with his eyes. “… Seventeen more weeks? We will totally nail down a name before then. Way before then.”

“I guess we don’t really have another choice, do we?” I laughed at the realization.

“No, no we don’t,” he chuckled. “So what’s on the short list?”

“We don’t even have a short list!” I cried out, lifting my hands into the air, exasperated.

“Ok, ok!” He raised his palms to me in surrender. “It’s ok. It’s fine. What’s on the long list?”

I pulled my notebook around and flipped it open, settling on the page littered with scribbles, doodles, lists, scratched out names and notes about people we didn’t like and therefore couldn’t use their names.

“We have roughly sixty five million girl names that we love, forty million girl names that we like… and… exactly 3 names for a boy that we ‘don’t hate’…” I finger quoted the air.

“Well, maybe that means she’s a girl.” Chris was grinning at me from the screen.

“Maybe.” I smiled back. “But we still need to narrow down the girl names and get some more boy names on board.”

“I still say Christopher Robin.” His eyes lit up, knowing that he was pushing my buttons.

“Not only is that silly, but its way too close to your name,” I scowled at him.

“Well, if it is a boy… maybe we could name him after me?” Now his face twisted in an adorable questioning way, one eyebrow up, one scowled, his lips pulled to the side in a smirk.

“I am so glad we are having this conversation on facetime!” I nearly squealed at the sight of his face.

“What?! Why?”

I watched his face turn to innocent concern.

“Just to watch your face right now. In this moment. To see how you’re really feeling, behind what you’re saying, showing on your face!” I leaned forward, layering my arms on the table in front of me, inching closer to my phone.

“Don’t you start talking about my eyebrows right now! Don’t do it!” he play shouted, covering his forehead with one hand.

“I love you,” I laughed the words out. “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he sighed back.

“You really want to name your boy after you?”

“I do,” he nodded, smiling.

“I can tell.” I took a deep breath to settle myself and continued. “So, we will name our son, if we have a son, after his father.”

“Really? You mean that?” His face lit up with joy.

“Of course I mean it, you silly man! I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” I leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest. “Naming this baby is stressful enough, I’m not going to joke about something that clearly means something to you.” I looked down at my ever expanding belly and ran my hands over and over, smiling. “Tiny Christopher Junior.”

“Tiny Christopher Junior,” he repeated.

“Junior… or the second?” I looked back to the phone now.

“Junior, for sure. Our kid can’t walk around Boston thinking he’s some prince or something, with the second,” he shook his head roughly, chuckling to himself.

“Boston?” My heart fluttered at the thought of moving.

“I’m sure he’ll visit there, at least once in his life, right?” He winked at me, quickly easing my worries. I wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet and he knew it.

“Of course he will,” I agreed.

“Ok, so we have a boy name picked out,” he cheered. “Air high five!”

We mimicked a high-five between our phones and both erupted into a fit of giggles.

“We are going to be horrible parents!” I roared in laughter.

“No, no no no! We are going to be fun parents!”

“Well, that’s for sure!” I agreed, whole heartedly.

“Alright,” he popped a piece of chicken into his mouth and immediately made a sour face. He turned his face from the camera to swipe the offending food way into his napkin.

“That bad huh?” I pulled my lips between my teeth, attempting to maintain composure.

“Ugh, yes,” he grumbled. “I’m picking the recipe next time.”

“Oh come on! You can’t blame the recipe! Mine turned out just fine.”

“Yeah, well… I’ll pick something that I know I can cook for next time.” He fidgeted with his plate, obviously moving his chicken away from the rest of his food.

“That sounds fair. Just no barbeque. You know I can’t barbeque.”

“Deal.” He poked around his plate some more and then settled his eyes on the screen again. “I’m gonna see you in a few days anyway. Maybe I’ll barbeque for you while I’m there.”

“I like that idea.” I smiled at the idea of Chris cooking at my house. Moving around my house, like he belonged here. Because he does belong here.

He had started to leave things at my place, here and there. A shirt one time, left behind for me to sleep in. A toothbrush another time, after forgetting his own and needing to buy one. The next time he bought an entire set of toiletries to leave behind. I had surprised him by clearing out space in the master bathroom for his things to take up residence. Now, it seemed that each trip his luggage was getting smaller and smaller. He had a small selection of button down shirts hanging in my closet. A handful of t-shirts, some pants and workout clothes, were neatly folded in my dresser. One pair of flip flops, a pair of running shoes and a pair of casual shoes were lined up in the corner of the closet. A spare charger was permanently plugged in at the nightstand on “his” side of my bed. His toiletries now co-mingled with my own in the bathroom. He even had a favorite coffee mug, which I secretly used nearly every morning that he wasn’t there.

“So what is on the baby check list while I’m home?” he interrupted my thoughts with a quiet question. I smiled at the mention of “home” and his face lit up as he registered my delight.

“Well…” I started, turning pages in my notebook again. “Besides picking a girl name? Finish painting. Assemble the crib. Decorate. Pick out some bedding to put on the baby registry.”

“Ooh, do we get to use one of those beepy things at Target?” He was nearly bouncing in excitement.

“If you want to,” I laughed. “But if we find something that we like online, then we’ll just add it to the Amazon registry.”

“I say we check Target first. I really want to use one of those things.” He shook his head as his own ridiculousness.

“We can check Target first,” I assured him.

“When is your shower, again?”

“The first weekend in March.”

“So loooooong. I want to buy stuff now,” he whined.

“I do too… but they’re really excited about this. We should let them have their fun.” I really was so glad that my family was being so supportive. Mom had a not-so-secret stash of baby things, “hidden” in the guest room closet. Dad gave me updates each time Mom or my sister added to the stash. So far it seems that it was mostly clothes, for both boys and girls. Dad said Mom was going to save the un-needed clothes for the next baby. When Dad confessed all of this to me I laughed so hard that I cried.

“I know, you’re right,” he conceded. “We’re still doing the nursery decorations ourselves, right?”

“Yes, we are. So get your butt back out here so we can work on it!” I was suddenly sad, missing him so much it was nearly painful.

“Hey,” he urged gently. “I will be there in a few days. We will decorate and paint and I will cook for you and rub your feet and…”

“And cuddle in bed?” I raised my eyebrows to him, simply missing his touch. Missing his presence in the house. Missing his laughter echoing off the walls.

“And cuddle in bed,” he agreed. “And do other things in bed.”

I snorted a laugh in response.

“Hey now, the doctor keeps saying that these hormones are supposed to make you crazy for me!” His eyes went wide in exaggeration.

“I’m already crazy for you,” I argued.

“You sure about that?”

“Of course I am!” I cried out. “Are you complaining about the frequency? Or is the quality not up to your expectations?” I squinted my eyes at him.

“Neither!” He surrendered his palms again, laughing. “Neither, I swear. I was just teasing! I promise!”

“I was just teasing, too.” A smile broke across my face and I burst into giggles.

“Oh man, you got me… I swear. I’m so scared to make you mad. Supposedly these hormones are supposed to make you like…”

“Crazy?” I interrupted, still laughing.

“I didn’t say crazy!” He held up a finger in protest.

“No, I did.” I took a deep breath and sighed, calming myself. “I’m not crazy though, right?”

“Not at all, honey. Not at all.”

… … … … … …

A few long and tiring days later Chris arrived, letting himself into my home with the key I had forced into his hand the last time he left. The argument was laid moot at my insistence that if something were to happen, he needed a key.

Nothing bad had happened, but I was thankful that Chris had his key when he found me snoozing at my desk in the studio

“Good morning sunshine,” he crooned as I blinked my eyes open.

“I can’t believe I fell asleep,” I groaned, lifting my head from the desk surface, a paper sewing pattern coming with my cheek. Chris chuckled gently peeling the paper off.

“Is it time to take maternity leave?” He joked and looked around the room. The clutter made my exhaustion obvious. On the cutting table, a pair of dressmaking sheers lay open, topping a pile of cut fabric, with scraps littering the surrounding surface. A new pattern lay nearby, only half taped together. Both serger and sewing machine stood proudly lit, still switched on. Piles of old and new fabric, haphazardly hanging from their shelves, bolts threatening to fall over, near ones that already had.

My eyes followed his gaze around the room, landing on my laptop that I had pushed to the side, still brightly lit with my webhost back end on the screen. I shook my head and clicked ‘save’, hoping that my edits hadn’t timed out. With confirmation of my changes I checked my phone, noting five missed calls. Three from Chris and two from Kate.

“I need to call Kate,” I rasped, before clearing my throat.

“To talk to her about maternity leave?” Concern was etched across Chris’ face.

“No… not yet,” I scowled as I clicked through my phone. E-mails from a fabric designer filled my inbox. I winced. “Remember that conference I skipped to come to New Mexico?”

“I do,” he nodded slowly.

“I was supposed to meet with a fabric designer…”

“A big one, right? Your sister told me.”

“Yes,” I sighed out disappointment in myself. “Basically, I lied and told her I was sick and needed to reschedule. Then later told her that I’m pregnant.”

“Ok… and?” Chris didn’t hide the confusion.

“She assumed the illness was morning sickness and was actually really cool about it,” I felt my eyebrows raise and I filled him in.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“It is! Yes… but… it pushed back the design. It was working out to be an exclusive fabric design for me. For my clothing line.”

“That’s amazing, honey!” Chris beamed at me, then scowled. “Wait, so what it wrong?”

“We haven’t found time to get together, so everything has been through email, which pushes back the timeline. With the fabric design pushed back, the clothing design gets pushed back and I just really want this line to AT LEAST be in manufacturing before the baby is born.” I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes. Chris was right, I needed a break, but there was no way I would enjoy maternity leave, knowing my company was left hanging. And to be fair, it seemed way too early for maternity leave.

“Ok… alright… we’ve got this. It’s ok.” Chris turned my desk chair toward him and knelt in front of me. “So, what do we need to do to get to that point… or to get to a point that you can leave it to Kate?”

“I can’t leave it all to Kate. This is my company!” Tears welled in my eyes. “I can’t do that. This is my design. This is what I’ve been waiting for! An exclusive fabric for such a small company… it’s so hard! I can’t just walk away! I want to enjoy this. I’ve worked SO hard for it!” I could feel my emotions taking over. These damn hormones.

“Oh honey,” Chris pulled me into a hug. “You will! It’ll be ok!”

“No!” I wailed. “It won’t! I have to take maternity leave at some point… I have to take a break! I’m losing my mind, I swear! I’m exhausted all the time and then when I sleep, I dream of sewing!”

“Let’s take a little break, get out of this room, go put that crib together!” Chris looked at me expectantly.

“I was dreaming about sewing the baby’s bedding, when you woke me up,” I nearly whispered, shaking my head slowly.

“Oh honey,” Chris whispered, pulling me into another hug.

“I don’t know what to do right now. I’m so tired, I can’t think.” I sniffled, wiped my eyes and pulled my head up to look him in the face, for what seemed like the first time since he woke me. “And I need a shower, so bad.”

“Alright,” Chris stood abruptly. “I’ve got this.”

“You do?” My face twisted in amusement and confusion.

“Yep. You need a shower, a break and some help. I’ve got this.” He straightened up, putting his hands on his hips and surveyed the room again. “Go get in the shower. I’m going to get Kate in here to clean up… AH!” He held up a finger when I tried to protest. “I will pay her for her time today and then I think we should maybe talk to her about either changing her schedule, or taking on more hours.”

“And then what?” I sighed, knowing he was right.

“Then, when you get out of the shower, you’re going to answer those emails,” he motioned at my phone. “Then we can eat something or you can take a nap, but you’ll decide that AFTER you shower. Alright?”

“Alright.” I agreed, succumbing to his help. “Let me get you Kate’s number.”

“You’re silly if you think I don’t already have it,” he chuckled, retrieving his phone from his back pocket. “Get in the shower, now. You smell.”

“I do not!” I protested, standing with the assistance of his free hand.

“You don’t,” he smiled, kissing the top of my head. “But, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“I hear it’s worse once the baby comes,” I teased.

“I won’t like that either, but I’ll do whatever I can to help. I can promise you that.” With a gentle push I was out the door and walking across my back yard. Simply being outside in the fresh air was already a welcome change. I glanced around, imagining playing with our sweet little girl that was yet to come.

“We should get a swing set back here,” Chris called from the doorway of the pool house studio.

“I was just thinking that,” I called back.

“Shower first. I can smell you from here!” His chuckle almost choked off his words.

To say I took a long shower would be the understatement of history. I started with the shower, steaming hot, standing under the cascade with my eyes closed. When my legs tired I longed for a bath and switched to the tub faucet, plugging the drain as I sat down to enjoy the bath.

Chris knocked softly on the door as he opened it slightly.

“Did you fall asleep in there?” His voice was low, as if he didn’t want to interrupt me, had I actually been sleeping.

“No,” I giggled. “Just reveling at how my belly sort of floats in the tub.”

“Just your belly?” I heard his tone change.

“Well, no, but… my boobs always floated,” my giggle bubbling into a laugh.

“I’m sad I never noticed that.” I could hear the smile in his voice before he peeked around the curtain.

“Cool, huh?” I smiled up at him, my hands running down my stomach.

“Very,” his smile turned and he tipped his head to the side. “Is she moving?”

“She’s movin,” I stopped my hand, attempting to feel her kicks from the outside. “Wanna try to feel again?”

“Eh… I’m kinda worried I’ll just be disappointed again.” He shrugged his feelings away and sat on the edge of the tub.

“I have a good feeling this time,” I grinned as I felt a tapping from my belly, on my hand.

“Oh do you now?” He shifted his weight and moved his hand to hover over mine, in a silent request for permission to touch me.

I took Chris’ hand in my free hand, sliding it under my opposite palm. We waited, our eyes locked. I felt a small bubble of movement, deep in my belly and frowned.

“I don’t know…” his face fell completely, dejected and disappointed.

“Shh, give her a second,” I scowled back at him. As if on cue, the tiniest of kicks made my eyebrows shoot up. “Did you feel that!?”

“No.” Chris exhaled through his nose as tears welled in his eyes. “I swear I’m never gonna….”

He was interrupted by jab, straight to his hand, as if to say “DAD! Shut it! I’m here!”

“HA!” I yelped. “You felt THAT!” My face split into a grin and tears spilled over with no warning.

“I did… I… Wow… Oh my god!” Another kick stopped his speech. “I swear, everything she does… it all makes me cry!” Tears streamed down his face, dropping into the tub.

“Well, you’re a daddy,” I spoke softly, my voice cracking with my own emotion.

“I’m a daddy,” he whispered.

“Now you’re really never going to take your hand off my stomach,” I smiled away my happy tears.

“Nope, never!” He straightened up. “Have you even washed yourself or have you just been enjoying the water?”

“Just enjoying the water,” I sighed contentedly, taking his free hand to place next to the one already on me.

“You’ll need to do that. I don’t want to hear any whining about tangled hair or being itchy from the water.”

“I will. As soon as you’re out of here,” I looked up at him through my eyelashes.

“OH, I’m not leaving!” His eyebrows lifted in a i-dare-you-to-tell-me-to-leave look.

“What? Then how am I supposed to wash myself?”

“Oh, don’t let me bother you. I’ll stay out of your way as best as I can!” With that, he grinned and abruptly barrel rolled over me, into the tub, landing between me and wall. Water sloshed out over the edge in a tsunami, soaking the rugs and bath mat.

“Christopher!” I yelped, trying to sit up.

“What?” He feigned innocence, then winked. “Like I said, don’t let me bother you… but I’ll wash your belly for you if you’d like.”

“Your clothes are soaked!”

“Uh… everything is soaked,” he nearly cackled, his hands still firmly on my round stomach. “Lucky for me, I’ve brought extra clothes!”

So there he stayed, while I drained the tub, stood and restarted the shower. I washed my hair and face, all while his hands stayed put. I poured soap into my loofah and eyed him, holding out the sponge, only to be met with a shake of his head and a laugh.

Once my entire body, minus my stomach, was clean, Chris took the loofah from me and began to wash my belly slowly, gently, almost as if I were made of glass.

“Can you still feel her moving?” I nearly whispered.

“I can,” he grinned, washing with the loofah as his free hand trailed behind it, never missing a spot or an opportunity to feel his little girl move.

“This has been simultaneously one of the weirdest and best days.”

“It’s only weird because you fell asleep on your desk,” he teased.

“Uh… and my baby daddy jumped into the tub with me, fully clothed,” I reminded him.

“Baby daddy,” he repeated in a sarcastic chuckle, scowling.

“Hey,” I called to him gently, blatantly ignoring his attempt at letting the moment pass. I lifted his chin with my fingers and felt my face twist in worry. “Hey…” I nearly cooed.

“It’s fine.” He shook his head from my hand and went back to washing.

“Not, it’s not. You’re not fine.”

“No… I’m not.” He stood and rinsed the loofah in the running shower behind me, one hand still on my soapy belly.

“Talk to me?” I nearly begged, standing on tip toe in an attempt to get eye level with him.

“I don’t want to fight.” His voice was low, pain dripping from every word, as he set about hanging the loofah, closing and putting away soap bottles, all one handed.

“I don’t either,” I was taken aback. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He’s tired of the baby daddy joke. Shit.

“Then we won’t.” He forced a smile and turned me away from him, to rinse the soap from my body. His hands moved as slowly and gently as before, with no hint as to how he was feeling.

“Chris, don’t…” I could barely get the words out. Would this be our first fight? Shit! “Please talk to me.”

“No, not right now. Not while you’re naked and we’re in the shower.”

“And you’re fully clothed in the shower?” I wasn’t sure if I meant it as a joke, to lighten the mood, or if I just didn’t know what to say. I knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say, when he recoiled from me, both of his hands coming off of my stomach.

“I said I don’t want to fight… not that I want to joke about it.” His body went rigid.

I spun around in his arms that still formed a barrier around me and reached for his face. He recoiled, again.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my hands falling to my sides. It didn’t seem appropriate to rest them on my stomach, no matter the fact that my stomach was still my body. It didn’t seem appropriate to put my hands where his had just been, in such joy.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” His voice was hollow, his eyes filling with angry tears, where there had just been happy tears. “I don’t want this conversation to go like this. Not now, not here, not because I got angry. Not like this.”

“What conversation!?” I was suddenly terrified that my worst fears were coming true. Shit.

“Let’s get out of the shower,” he proclaimed, pulling the curtain aside calmly and stepping out.

I exhaled sharply, my hands flying to cover my mouth. I tried to hide the sob, to hold it in, but it broke through. I surrendered to the desperate crying that took over and looked down, placing my hands on my belly. No, no no no no. Did I just screw things up THAT bad, THAT fast?

“Chris?” I choked through the tears, frozen in the shower.

“Out of the shower, please?” He reached in, twisting off the tap and held out a bath sheet.

That fucking towel. THAT towel? That huge towel you bought for me when I complained that my belly got so big that I could barely get my towel around me. That towel, that you surprised me with!? That’s the towel you’re going to hand to me right before you break up with me!?

I stood shaking, naked, wet and cold, staring into his eyes. I could read nothing. There was nothing.

“Y/N, please!” He thrust the towel towards me as a reminder of its presence. Yet, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t take the towel. Not THAT towel. Not any towel, from him. So I stood. He sighed in frustration and began to dry me off. Squeezing out my hair, gently pressing the terry cloth to my face, my neck, my breasts.

“Stop,” I pleaded through a sob. He continued, gently drying my arms and legs. He turned me from my shoulders, to face away from him, and dried my back and butt. I felt my body heave with emotion as he turned me back to face him. “Stop, please.”

“No,” his eyes stuck on my stomach. “I told you, I can’t do this with you naked, not here, not like this.” He took the towel to my stomach and gently dried my skin of every last drop of water.

“Chris!” I struggled to regain composure.

“Do you need lotion?” A single eyebrow raised on his face and I came undone.

“No, I don’t need lotion! I can’t do this, Chris! Don’t do this to me!” I sobbed, covering my face.

“You can’t DO this?” He nearly yelled, standing up. “What does that mean!?”

“I don’t need lotion! I need YOU!” I wailed now, with no care in the world of the fact that I was naked, no care of who heard me. I couldn’t do this.

“You need ME?” He nearly bellowed the words. “You NEED me? Then why can’t you do this!?”

“What!?” I cried out, nearly in physical pain from the emotion. “Yes, I need you! I love you! You are the father of my child! I need you! Why are you leaving me!? Over a joke!?” I was angry now, ripping the towel from him and throwing it on the ground. I eyed the linen closet, intent on getting myself a different towel.

“It’s not a joke!” He shouted back. I flinched away from his anger, startled and covered my chest with my hands and arms. His face softened and bent to pick up the towel, whispering with a shake of his head “It’s not a joke. It hurts.”

“So why didn’t you tell me? Instead you’re just going to break up with me? You’re going to leave me… you’re going to leave her!?” My hand went protectively to my stomach, forgoing my modesty.

“I’m not breaking up with you!” His face broke into a million emotions. “Why would you think that!? I promised you I’m not going anywhere! WHY would you think I’m breaking up with you?”

“You’re not… you’re… not?” I gasped for air. “I… you’re NOT!?”

“I’m not…” he stepped towards me cautiously and when I didn’t move away, he wrapped the towel around my shoulders.

“You’re not,” I shivered into the towel, feeling my body ready to give way. “I don’t understand… you said this conversation… and… you… you went so cold!” My breath quickened again, my heart racing.

“I just meant about us… about where we are and where we’re going and… I didn’t want to pose it as I’m tired of being called the baby daddy, no matter how much that hurts… I wanted to just have a conversation about our relationship.”

“I didn’t know it was hurting you,” I nearly whispered, holding back tears. “I really didn’t know. I’m sorry, Chris. I’m so sorry.” I gave in as he pulled me to his chest, sobbing into his already soaked shirt. “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, please. Please, don’t. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I should have said something sooner. I realized that after I talked to my mom about it and…”

“You talked to your MOM about it!?” I cut him off.

“I talk to my mom about everything, honey… I… ” he trailed off, realizing his mistake.

“So, something that I was doing was hurting you… and I had NO idea… and instead of telling me that I’m hurting you… you tell your MOM that I’m hurting you!?” I was officially hysterical. Hormones be damned, I was angry and sad, furious and broken. Have I really failed him that much as a… a what? A girlfriend? A lover? A… baby mama? Damnit, that word really does hurt!

“I realize now how stupid that was… and I’m sorry.” He pulled me out to arm’s length and crouched to see eye to eye. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry this got so bad.”

“She must hate me now!” I whispered, leading into screeching “Oh my god, she must HATE me! Chris!!! I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again!” I threw my face into his chest again.

“She doesn’t hate you. I promise.” He rubbed circles on my back, shushing me. “She told me to talk to you about it, that I was making a bigger deal out of it that it really was.”

“Not if I was hurting you! I don’t ever want to hurt you!” I mumbled into his chest, then pushed off to stare him down. “Damnit Chris! Your FACE, when I said it in the shower! I thought that was it, that we were done!”

“We are not done,” he reassured me.

“But you can’t DO that! You can’t let things get that bad, without talking to me!”

“I won’t. Never again. I promise!” He cupped my face in his hands, caressing my cheek.

“This sucked,” I began to cry again. “Now we can’t ever talk about where we are, without it being tainted by this… this…” I motioned at the shower and let my hand fall back to my side, pressing my forehead to his chest.

“It really did suck,” he sighed the words out, cracking with emotion. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” I couldn’t stop the tears.

“Can we try to talk though? Can you put some clothes on and stop distracting me with your naked body, so we can really talk about it?” I felt his impish smile against my head and couldn’t keep a straight face, even through the tears.

“You’re a brat!” I laughed, wiping my face.

“Your brat,” he grinned, drying his own eyes.

“Yes, my brat. Is that what you want me to call you?” I pressed my lips together, fighting a smile.

“Staaaaahp!” He threw his head back, his weight on his heels and came back with a true smile. “Come on, naked lady! I want clothes on you for this conversation.”

Chris led me by the hand, to my bedroom. There I found two loads of laundry washed, dried and folded neatly on the bed. The bed was made, with fresh tulips in a vase on the nightstand, coupled with a cup of tea.

“I assume that was still hot, before you jumped in the tub?” I teased, motioning towards the clearly room temperature mug.

“That is was,” he nodded and led me to the cushioned bench at the foot of my bed. With swift determination of someone that knew exactly where I kept everything, he set to bringing me clean panties, a bralette, tank top and leggings. “Socks too?”

“No, no socks. Thank you.” I smiled, unwrapped myself from the towel and waited, knowing he would not allow me to dress myself.

“No fight over who puts your clothes on?” He smiled down at me.

“No, no more fighting.” I lifted my arms and let him dress me. Each article of clothing was punctuated with a sad, slow, desperate for affection, please don’t ever leave me, deep kiss.

I smiled and fought back tears until I was clothed. When all was said and done, Chris asked if I wanted to lie down.

“No… I was told I have to attend to my emails before I took a nap,” I joked, poking him with an elbow.

“I’d like to talk first?” He smiled, his easy going nature back in full force. I nodded pointedly in agreement, blowing all of the air from my lungs to clear my head.

“You are everything to me and everything to this tiny girl,” I peeked down at his hand, already on my stomach. “I will call you… or not call you… anything you want. I don’t ever want to go through what just happened, ever again.”

“I think you took the words right out of my mouth,” he smiled. “But… before marriage and between dating… there is exclusivity, which usually means calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend…”

“Seriously? You think we’re not exclusive? I know I’m not seeing anyone else… and if you are, I swear to god, Chris…”

“I’m not!” He chuckled, moving his hand to gently cover my mouth. “I’d just like to call you my girlfriend and for you to call me your boyfriend, because I feel like that is the last step before being engaged.”

“I’m not ready to be engaged…” my eyes went wide at the thought and I grabbed at his hand.

“I know you’re not and that is fine. If you are not ready, then I am not ready.” He took my hands in his and squeezed. “I hope I know when you’re ready though… because I want to surprise you. I don’t want it to be a conversation that ends in a decision. Is that selfish?”

“Not at all,” my eyes squinted nearly shut with my smile. “I want to be surprised.”

“Ok… I think we are on the same page?” Those eyebrows, they danced with concern.

“So long as you don’t plan to ‘surprise’ me on Christmas or New Years,” I finger quoted the air and smiled.

“I do not. I promise. No major holiday proposals.” He kissed my knuckles and laid our hands together on my stomach. “And I promise that if something is hurting me or bothering me, I will talk to you about it first.”

“Unless it’s someone else bothering you,” I joked.

“Even if it’s someone else,” Chris smiled and shook his head. “It’s you that I should be going to for help. You are the number one woman in my life. My mom is my mom and I love that woman to death, but this… this is my forever and I need to treat it as such.”

“Don’t tell your mom that!” I giggled at my own joke.

“Ha… well… she knows. We’ve been betrothed since I was six, if you remember,” his smile went crooked as he cocked an eye at me.

“I love you,” I whispered, dropping my eyes to my hands.

“I love you,” he tipped my head up with his finger tips to kiss me gently. I smiled into his kiss at the groan of relief he emitted.

“No moaning!”

“That was a groan,” he insisted quickly, then slid his hand behind my neck to pull me in for a deeper kiss. My voice betrayed me and Chris chuckled. “That was a moan!”

“Do it again,” I quietly begged. And he did. Again and again, each kiss more feverish than the other.

“Why did I even get you dressed!?” he mumbled against my mouth, fumbling with my tank top in an effort to pull it over my head.

“Because I was distracting you with my naked body!” I slid my hands under his shirt, eliciting a true moan from the man before me.

“Distract me again,” he begged. So I did, first removing his grey thermal shirt, then assisting with my own shirt. His eyes went wide at the sight of my chest, nearly bare to him in the lace bralette. “I swear they grow by the second.”

“And get more sensitive,” I pouted.

Chris’ face feigned surprised innocence as he sat back on his heels, drawing a hand to trace the edge of my bra. His eyes met mine in question and I whimpered in response. I knew what he wanted to do. I wanted it too, more than I could describe, but feared for the possible pain.

I was not prepared for the searing pleasure as Chris pulled the fabric aside and took my breast into his mouth. With my gasp as an answer to his unasked question, he continued with fervor. As his right hand cupped my breast, his free hand was left to explore and explore he did, until neither of us could take the wait any longer. Our clothes were nearly ripped apart in the sudden fever of desire. We tangled to the floor, our bodies a writhing heap of passion. I cried out with each climax of pleasure rolling into the next, lost in a daze of lust until Chris met his end, roaring out his euphoria like I had never heard him before.

There we laid, panting and gasping for air, on the floor beside my bed. “Was that make up sex?” Chris mumbled, tucking a tendril of hair behind my hear.

“I think so,” I huffed, still regaining my breath.

“You ok?”

“Yep, just… I had no idea an orgasm included uterine cramps until my uterus got so dang big!” I shifted my weight, away from Chris, turning to my back.

“Cramps? Not like, contractions, right?” He was up on his elbow, peering down in concern.

“No… not real ones I don’t think. They’re just… tight. Really tight.”

“But no pain…” his hand went to my belly, sending those eyebrows up in Surprise. “Wow, that’s… that’s firm.”

“Right?” I laughed away the discomfort. “But no, no pain.”

“Good.” He pecked a kiss to my forehead. “We don’t have time for a hospital visit today.”

“Uh… ok. I didn’t really want to go anyway?”

“Liz should be here any minute… unless she’s already here…” He trailed off, sneaking a look over the bed, out the window, to the back yard.

“What!?” I yelped, struggling with my attempt to leap up into action.

“Slow down lady, you’ll hurt yourself,” he grunted as he got himself upright. “C’mon,” he rolled his extended hand towards me. “I doubt she heard us anyway.”

Our clothes were collected, mine being put back on after a trip to the toilet, and Chris’ hung over the shower curtain rod to dry. All the while, my eyes were leveled at him in judgement.

“What?” He chuckled, avoid my glare by carefully selecting a clean shirt from the dresser.

“You knew. You brat.”

“Maybe I did,” he pulled a black t-shirt over his head and grinned when his face reappeared.

“You DID!”

“I did,” he giggled to himself, slipping on a pair of khaki colored jeans. With his zipper and button in place, he strode over and held my face in his hands. “Are you mad?”

“No…” I smirked. “It’s fine, it wouldn’t be the first time she heard me with someone.”

“What!?” Shock streaked across his face. “Are you serious?”

“No, you crazy man! I just had to get you back!”

“Oh thank god,” he pulled me in for a hug. “Because you know there were NO men before me.”

“Of course not,” I giggled.

“Promise you’re not mad?”

“About Liz hearing us? No. But, let’s try to not ever do that again. Ok?” I spied Liz emerging from the studio, through the window.

“Ok,” he smiled with his cheek against my head before noticing Liz and promptly erupted into a fit of giggles.

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katobobato · 4 years

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In which you Jin reminisce about your childhood memories and how you slowly fell in love.

pairing: jin x reader

fluff, angst, oneshot

warnings: none :)

word count: 1748 words

rating: G

Today had been just any old normal day. You and your long-term boyfriend turned fiancé, Jin, were discussing your wedding plans with your parents once again. You and your mother were discussing who would sit with who. Obviously, you both decided to separate Jin and Jungkook, at least for the meal. Neither of you wants to put up with that chaotic duo more than you had to. Your father and Jin, however, were just sitting around and discussing the bachelor party plans.

Your parents were about to leave but not before your mum quickly slipped a little something out of her bag. You had wondered why she had such a big bag with her and now you knew, she was hiding a whole photo album in there. She had passed it to you as she backed out of the door, blowing kisses to you and Jin as your father beckoned her along saying that they would be seeing you again in a few days anyway and need to get going because it’s getting late.

You closed the door behind you and sighed, “I love them, but they really do drain you”.

“They’re just excited”. Jin explained upon wrapping you into a hug and resting his head on top of yours.

You moved away from the hug when you remembered the book that you were now hugging against your own chest, “I wonder what mum has put together this time”.

You had assumed it would be cute little baby pictures of you because that was what she normally did. At every new milestone in your life, she had put together a little collection of baby pictures just to remind you that you were still her little girl.

She had done it when you began high school, again when you graduated, then again when moved out and went to college. It was tradition.

You tried to insist that you would look through it tomorrow but Jin had whined like the giant child he is and grabbed the book out of your hands, running over to the sofa and opening the pages in hopes of finding more cute pictures of baby you.

You had gathered that he had found something unexpected from how quiet he was from the moment his eyes landed on the first page.

“What is it? What did she do this time?”. You chuckled, flicking the main light off and making your way over to sit beside him.

“I’m in this one too”.

You flicked the lamp on and snuggled up into Jin as he positioned you between his arms so that you could see the pages too.

He was right. He is in this one too.

Pictures of both of you as babies and as you turned the pages you found that each page held a different year of memories. You kept going, cooing at how cute you both were, until you reached around the time you had met.

“Woah, the first day of school”. Jin exclaimed, pointing to the pictures of the both of you in your brand-new uniforms for your first day of high school.

It was the day you two first met.

“Don’t worry sweety, you’ll make plenty of friends”. Your mother insisted, ushering you closer to the intimidatingly tall doors of the school.

“But what if they don’t like me? What if I don’t like them?”. You asked, the anxiety kicking in.

Your mother once again reassured you that you were going to make plenty of friends and gave you one final hug before waving you off as you walked through the doors with the flood of other students.

It took an excruciatingly long five minutes before you made a friend. Not long after that, your new friend had introduced you to her friends and the small group of you quickly turned into a big group.

In that big group, was Jin.

You thought he was overdramatic, obnoxious and absolutely hilarious. You were fast friends, to say the least.

You were friends but not that close, not close enough to hang out without some of the others. No, that came later.

“We were so tiny”. Jin chuckled.

“And so awkward”. You joined in his laughter.

You then flipped to the next page, your second year of being friends. It was about the same as the first, you had grown used to each other, but your big group had split up into many smaller ones. You in one and Jin in another.

A few pages later and you were in photos together again.

Your transition from children to awkward teens almost complete as you neared the middle of your high school days.

By the summer all of your friends knew that you had a crush on him and all of his knew about his crush on you. The two of you, however, were oblivious. Both stealing glances of the other every now and then throughout lessons and even gatherings between your friends.

By the summer, Heejin, your first friend, had set you and Jin up on a date.

“I wonder where she is”. You pondered out loud, awkwardly trying to create conversation with your crush as the two of you waited for your friend.

She never came. Just a message of apology and that you and Jin should just hang out together.

That was when you knew what she had done. Silly Heejin.

Well, you had thought silly Heejin as you expected to be too awkward to actually hang out with Jin on your own. That, however, was not the case.

His constant stupid dad jokes and determination to make you laugh cast away all of the tension you had been feeling at first like a magical spell.

That day, your first ‘date’ was always engraved into your memories.

You had hung out all-day, laughing and chatting together for hours on end. You had walked all around the town and were glad to have brought your camera.

Dozens of photos of the two of you.

A photo of Jin happily chasing a flock of pigeons.

A photo of you with ice cream on your nose after Jin had comedically shoved it into your face when you went to take a bite. You could still smell the vanilla.

Photos of the pair of you hanging upside down on the monkey bars at the park after dark.

Photos that were now in this book. All neatly collected together with cute little doodles reminiscing the old times covering the blank spaces between the paper memories.

Jin softly stroked your hair as you took command of the book, flipping over to the next page.

Graduation. You were finally almost adults about to embark on your journey to college.

You had been dating for a year at that point, an official couple.

“What are we going to do?”. Your voice sounded distraught, desperate, almost hopeless.

Jin stepped closer, brushing your hair behind your ear. His hand lingering beside your cheek.

“Don’t worry, long distance can work. We’ll be together again before you know it”. He reassured, wiping the tears from your eyes.

Jin was going to college in Busan, you in Incheon. Sure, it was only a two or so hour flight but you were going to be busy with your studies not to mention tight on money.

He really made you think it was possible and for the first year, it was.

By your second it was just too hard. You had an argument about something silly, decided that your relationship must come to an end and he hung up.

The empty beeps on the other end of the line were enough to send waterfalls falling down your cheeks.

His hand made its way to yours, squeezing lightly as you both remembered the ill-fated past.

You turned the page.

Christmas at home, without Jin.

It was miserable but you wouldn’t show it. In every photo, you would be laughing or smiling but there was always something missing. The joy in your eyes.

That Christmas was a sad one. Passing in a slow blur of twinkling lights and joyful melodies.

It took another couple of page turns before the pit in your stomach started to feel warm again.

Four years of college over, finally coming home.

Back without Jin.

You unpacked your things, living in your own apartment upon your return.

Your parents had left for merely five minutes before the door knocked again.

Mum must have forgotten something, you thought.

You hadn’t expected him to be on the other side of that door.

Nor had you expected to be kissed so passionately the day you returned.

“I’m so so sorry”. He mumbled, hugging you so tightly you could barely breathe.

After a moment, you hugged him back.

His thumb grazed over the back of your hand, his head resting in your hair.

The next few pages displayed some of the best years of your life. You and Jin, together again.

Spending Christmas together with both of your families. Laughter and joy. Cuddles near the fire.

The final page, the day Jin proposed.

He was down on one knee and you knew what was coming, “Y/n, will you marry me?”.

“No”. You stated so abruptly that even he was caught off guard.

He looked shocked, worried, scared.

Until you laughed. Laughed hard.

“Of course, I will”. You giggled, proud of your amusing joke.

“Really”. His face lit up once again.

All you could do was nod and giggle to yourself as he swept you up in a hug, spinning you around.

How cliché. How perfect.

And here you are now, ogling the new shiny ring on your finger.

You closed the book, leaving the blank pages to be filled another day.

“I love you”. You announced softly, nuzzling back into his chest.

He pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, placing the photo album to the side and swiftly wrapping his arms around you again.

“I know, who wouldn’t love me? I’m just so handsome”.

You spun around, slapping his arm as he snickered happily.

“I love you too”. He chuckled, finally giving you the answer, you wanted with tears in his eyes.

You shook your head at his childishness and closed your eyes.

Content between the warm arms of your fiancé, you fell asleep wondering what the future holds for the two of you.

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kihuis · 5 years

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{02} Not so Secret Santa

Kihuis’ days of Christmas series: Na Jaemin x Reader

Day Two: Reader’s best friend rigs the Secret Santa since they know Reader has a crush on Jaemin.

Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: slight angst? just a tad emotional.

“It’ll be fun! It’s a way better idea than the white elephant game and you know it,” you’re friend tells you as you walk to your next class. You can’t help but roll your eyes again at the idea of spending money you should be saving for a random person. Granted, they aren’t random people. You’ve been part of the same friend group for years so you know everyone who would be involved but it’s just not your cup of tea. Plus, you’ve never been really good at gift giving anyway.

“I told you, I don’t have the money. I’m saving up for college, you know this,” you tell her again.

“That’s why there’s a budget. No one is supposed to spend more than ten dollars, that’s the deal. It’s not like you have to buy someone a watch or new phone or something,” Somi says as you both round the corner. The door to your Algebra class is in sight now meaning she’ll be parting ways with you and you won’t have to listen to her beg for you to join in the Secret Santa she wants to host for your friends.

As soon as you get up to the classroom, your eyes land immediately on the the pink tuft of hair at the back corner. Jaemin waves at you with a smile, your heart beat already speeding up just at a glance.

“At least promise me you’ll think about it. I mean who knows, you may even get Jaemin and you could get him something special,” Somi says, nudging you with her elbow.

“I was already planning on getting him something,” you tell her with another roll of your eyes.

“Even better, you can get him two things. Think about it.”

With that, she takes off down the hallway towards her own class. You shake your head, not willing to hold onto whatever empty promise she might have thought you gave her.

You make your way towards the back of the room to take your usual spot next to Jaemin. He’s currently doodling something in the margins of his math notebook next to equations and formulas. You can’t but smile at how cute he looks, although he always looks adorable.

“Sup nerd,” you say as you take your supplies out of your backpack.

“Creep,” he replies, not looking up from his doodles. Even from his side profile, you can see the hint of a smile that plays at his lips while he shades what looks like a drawing of Snorlax.

“You into the Secret Santa thing?” you suddenly ask, turning your nose up as a sign that you’re not into it.

“I think it might be fun but I don’t really have money,” he replies, looking up at you. The moment his eyes meet yours, you feel your heart skip a beat as it normally does. How does one boy have such a huge affect on you? “I want to do it, though.”

“Really?” you ask with a face, showing your clear disinterest in the activity. It’s not that you want to be a Scrooge, you just don’t see the point. Gifts are supposed to be meaningful and deep. If you were to draw a name of someone you’re not as close with, it would be nearly impossible to get a gift that has significance.

“Why not?” He grins at your expression. “You don’t like the idea?”

“I just don’t see the point I guess,” you mumble with yet another eye roll. Soon, they’re going to get stuck up in your head. “Why don’t you get back to your Pokemon, weirdo?”

Jaemin giggles at your teasing and does as you suggest, turning back to his tiny drawing before the teacher begins his lesson.

As you always do, you manage to zone out of the classroom and instead let your mind wonder to Jaemin. Having been friends with each other for years, it’s not out of the ordinary that you two spend a lot of time together but somewhere between the time that you met him and now, you’d fallen for him. His smile was enough to light up your life and his laugh put you on a new kind of high. You don’t know when you’d developed your crush on him, but it was the scariest thing you could hold onto.

You wonder if he has any inkling of an idea that you like him, maybe even love him, especially considering almost everyone else in your friend group knows. Somi got it out of you one night after the three of you hung out for a movie. It was like a movie within itself, the moment you reached for the popcorn that was in his lap at the same time he did. You’d jerked your hand away where he just smiled at you. Somi had see the reaction you had and questioned you about it, where you confessed.

Suffice to say, she wasn’t too surprised.

Sneaking a glance at Jaemin, you wonder if he’s going to do the Secret Santa with your friends anyways even though he said he doesn’t have the money. He’s the type of person you know is going to get everyone a gift either way but would join in just for the fun of it.

Then you think maybe you’d get lucky and get Jaemin as your Secret Santa. You know what you’d been planning on getting him anyways so maybe it would just be easier to have him as your Secret Santa. If you got Jeno or Renjun, picking something out for them would be easy enough. You’d just get Jeno the new x-box game he’s been wanting and get Renjun another Moomin plushie.

Obviously, Jaemin’s present has already been thought out for quite some time.

When you were both little, your mom and dad had a tree house built in your back yard. You’d always loved that tree house and Jaemin loved to come over and the two of you would go up into the tree house at night and keep your collection of mason jars full of discoveries you two had made. There were some with multiple colored and shaped rocks that you found and there were some that had treasures you’d found when you helped your mom with the garden, things like old coins and a piece of an old smoking pipe.

You’d decided to raid your attic at the house you live at now and look for one of the jars. Luckily, your dad hadn’t thrown them all out and you found one that was full of sand and sea shells from the time both your families went down to the beach for a couple days. Jaemin spent the entire time collecting the shells in the sand. At the time you’d made fun of him for it and just to be silly, he’d let you keep the shells. You decided to put them in a mason jar and keep them with your collection, loving them anyways for the simple fact they came from Jaemin.

When you retrieved the shells from your attic, you cleaned them all off and arranged them into a new, smaller jar to make a simple paper weight or decoration. Jaemin likes to collect little trinkets and knickknacks and this one was obviously special.

Should you not get him for Secret Santa, you’ll be bummed, but there’s no way you’re not gifting this to him this year.

Somi shakes the Santa hat around, shuffling the little pieces of papers that have names written on them. When Jaemin declared he was in fact interested in participating in the Secret Santa, you immediately gave in, later telling her that you’re in as well. Due to your late entry, almost everyone else has already chosen names but Somi was quick to let you know that she’d put your name in the draw anyways because she knew you’d do it anyways.

You shake your head as you reach into the hat, grabbing onto a small slip of paper. “Who’s gotten who?” you ask before removing your hand.

“I don’t know, that’s the whole point,” she replies deadpanned. “Just look who you got already!”

She seems way too excited about your choice, random as it is, but you feel your hands begin to sweat when you open the paper and see Jaemin’s name written on it. You instantly picture him in your mind, his sparkling eyes when he’s under the moonlight, his crooked lips when he talks through his excitement. Everything about him plagues you every day, every little quirk about Na Jaemin captured in your mind and heart.

“Who’d you get?” Somi asks cutely, nudging you in the ribs.

“You don’t know, that’s the whole point,” you echo, tossing Jaemin’s name into your locker before shutting it. “So when are we handing out these presents?”

“Next week after school. Your dad said we can meet at your house,” she tells you as you both start off towards the cafeteria.

“You already talked to my dad about it?” you ask incredulously, but unable to keep your smile at bay. Of course your dad would be okay with your friends coming over and it’s clear Somi had guessed you were definitely going to agree to part take in the Secret Santa.

“Just be glad you said yes when you did. He was my last resort,” she says.

“You bribed my dad into getting me to join your Secret Santa?”

“I didn’t have to bribe. He was happy to do it,” she finishes with a sly grin. “But I knew you’d give in, you know. Especially with Jaemin doing it too.”

You shush her quickly realizing how close you already are to the table full of your friends, Jaemin obviously included. Luckily, no one heard her remark considering Haechan is in the middle of telling some story about Mark as usual, everyone immersed in his flashy movements as he describes an embarrassing encounter Mark had with a girl.

“I swear, she looked terrified,” he’s saying. “We all knew pick up lines weren’t his forte, but it was possibly the worst one he’s had to date.”

Mark buries his head into his folded arms on the table, groaning at the memory. Renjun slaps him on the back, sputtering that he isn’t all that surprised while Jaemin laughs, theatrically throwing his head back while clapping. The second the harmonious sound reaches your ears, every nerve ending in your body catches fire.

“How do you mess up that badly?” Jeno laughs, shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah, Mark’s a loser. Okay everyone listen up,” Somi interrupts. “Who hasn’t chosen a name for Secret Santa?”

“I don’t think Jisung has yet but he’s not here today,” Jaemin says. He looks up at you with a smile before scooting to the right a bit, giving you enough room so sit between him and Renjun.

Somi settles across the table beside Mark who’s sulking after the name calling and story telling. “I’ll give him the last name tomorrow. Let’s discuss the gift exchange details.”

“Ten dollar budget. Y/N’s house next Friday. No revealing Secret Santa’s until after gifts are open. We know how it works, Somi,” Haechan rattles off, picking the pickles off his hamburger.

“Who’d you get?” you hear beside you. Jaemin leans his elbow onto the table and rests his cheek on the palm of his hand as he turns to face you, a cute smirk on his lips.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a ‘Secret’ Santa now would it?” you respond cocking your head to the side.

Jaemin chuckles, raising his brows once to tease you. Can he be any cuter than he already is?

“I’ll tell you who I got,” he says slyly, biting his bottom lip. “You’re curious, right?”

“No,” you declare, trying to hide your smile, but ultimately failing. “I for one am actually good at keeping secrets unlike you Nana.”

The nickname has always so easily flowed from your lips and you love to use it because it flusters Jaemin, usually making him smile wider and blush a bit. Your other friends sometimes use it too, but you’ve always noticed it doesn’t have the same affect on him when anyone else says it. That may be in your imagination though.

Like always, his ears begin to glow red as he rolls his eye in mock annoyance, but smiles nonetheless.

You can’t wait to give Jaemin your present.

The week doesn’t seem to go by fast enough. It’s like a normal countdown to Christmas, but really it’s just you wanting to see the look on Jaemin’s face when he opens your present to him.

The tree at your house officially has every present underneath it. Everyone dropped them of on their own time as to make sure no one knew who had what gift. Your dad was a big help in all of it, making sure you were out of the room when someone brought a present. Apparently he was very excited to be hosting such an event even though it was Somi who put him up to everything.

Finally Friday rolls around and you’re finishing up the gingerbread cookies for the evening. Haechan and Somi are already here, both licking at the leftover dough that didn’t fit on the baking sheets.

“What recipe is this?” Haechan says before shoveling a spoonful of cookie dough into his mouth.

“It was my mom’s,” you answer with a smile, taking the last batch out of the oven. “She loved to bake.”

“She was very good at it then. This is so good.”

You smile at the memory of your mother. It’s been a hard few years without her here but you and your dad are still happy despite everything you’ve been through. He’s even started dating again.

“She made Y/N’s ninth birthday cake, too. The one with three tiers,” Somi recalls. She sticks her finger into the bowl of dough and scoops some into her mouth. “You know, I think you got the baking genes from her because he’s right, this is really good.”

“Jaemin’s here!” you dad hollers from the living room. Somi and Haechan both look at you with knowing expressions, raising their eyebrows suggestively. You give them both a glare before turning back to the cookies shaped like trees and gingerbread men to transfer them onto a plate.

“Something smells good,” Jaemin says as he trots into the kitchen. You can’t help but notice how good he looks in his blue sweater and black scarf, making his pink hair stand out in the best way it can.

“Y/N’s cookies,” Haechan says through a mouthful of dough.

“Mom’s recipe,” Jaemin assumes with a questioning look. You nod, your heart fluttering at his memory of your mother. He knows how much you thought of her and when he mentions her at all, you can’t but feel like he knows he makes your insides turn to mush.

“Are we going to frost them?” Somi asks excitedly.

“These don’t need frosting,” Jaemin asserts, grabbing one from the plate despite that it just came out of the oven. “Believe me, I’ve had them before.”

“I probably don’t make them as good as she did, though,” you mumble.

After taking a bite, Jaemin shakes his head before he nods it. “You do everything as good as she used to,” he praises.

If he has no idea the way he makes you feel, he definitely will now with your face heating up at the compliment. From the corner of your eye, you can see Haechan and Somi snickering to each other. You fight from sending them another glare and just brush off the comment.

“Mark is here!”

After everyone shows up, you all sit in the living room with cups of hot chocolate, or in Jaemin’s case, coffee, and snack on cookies while sitting in front of the fire. You can’t help but keep glancing at the tree, seeing all the presents underneath it and watching your gift to Jaemin as if it plans on sprouting legs and running away. When your dad helped you wrap it, he cried at the memory of your families on the beach, your mom in the ocean with little you on her hip. He told you it was the best memory she got to share with you before getting sick.

“I think he’ll love the present,” he told you before taking you into a hug. “It’s meaningful for everyone.”

Now you just want to run over to the tree and hand him the gift, but Somi has you all on a schedule. Right now you’re playing the ‘Two Truths, One Lie’ guessing game, Christmas edition. The person who’s turn it is has to tell the players three Christmas gifts, two of which they have actually received in the past and the last one something they haven’t. You’ve almost gone completely around the room and it’s Renjun’s turn. He’s the last player, thankfully.

“Okay. A bike, a bag of jelly beans, and underwear,” he rattles off.

“Easy. No one would get you one bag of jelly beans,” Mark says. “And every kid gets a bike at some point.”

“And Jeno literally got you underwear last year a joke,” Haechan comments before taking a sip of his drink.

“Anyone else?” Renjun asks, looking around the room. Everyone agrees on the jelly beans making him shake his head and laugh. “Well, you’re all wrong. Two years ago, I got a bag of those beanboozled jelly beans in my stocking.”

“That’s a cop-out, you can’t count what came in your stocking,” Somi complains.

“That wasn’t in the rules,” he voices.

“It’s common sense,” she snaps back.

“Wait, you’ve never gotten a bike for Christmas?” Jaemin asks. “That’s like, a childhood ritual.”

“I got one when I was five, but it was for my birthday, not Christmas.”

“Whatever, next,” Somi grunts, standing from her spot on the sofa. “I guess Injunnie wins since no one guessed his right, even though he pretty much cheated.”

“It’s called a loophole. Stocking have gifts in them you know?”

Somi rolls her eyes and hands him the twenty dollar gift card prize that can be spent anywhere of his choosing. He thanks her as he takes it, earning him a scoff. “Now that we’ve finished with games, it’s time for the Secret Santa exchange.”

Your heart rate picks up as you watch your friend approach the tree, grabbing a present at random. It’s not yours unfortunately.

“Jeno,” she says, handing him the first gift.

Jeno smiles with his eyes, as he always does, as he unwraps the gift. Just like you had planned on getting him had you chosen his name, his Secret Santa got him the new x-box game he’d been on about for weeks.

“I pretty much kept bringing it up so I didn’t have to buy it myself,” he says as he flashes the present to everyone.

“Don’t guess who got for you yet, we’ll save that for the end,” Somi tells him, heading for the tree again. She picks up another present, again, not yours to Jaemin.

After Mark, Chenle, and Haechan has open their gifts, a maple leaf beanie, a bag of chocolates, and wallet respectively, Somi picks up a small box. She glances at the tag and reads out your name.

Why you’re so nervous to be receiving a gift as well, you don’t know, but when she smiles and hands you the box, your breathing becomes heavy. You feign a smile and pick at the bow on the top, untying the ribbon that was placed around it to keep the lid on. Once you take the lid off though, you feel your heart almost stop.

What’s inside is a heart-shaped locket. But it’s not just any locket. It’s the same kind of locket that you mother used to wear. The one you dreamed of owning one day. The one she kept a baby picture of you in when she was still here. The one you’d been devastated to lose when your dad had no choice but to sell it when you’d been tight on money.

“What is it?” Chenle asks curiously.

You don’t even realize you’re crying when you look up to your friends, a single tear rolling down your cheek. The smile you wear now is real as you wipe it away and look back down at the locket. Opening it, there’s a small picture now of your mother. “It’s a replica of my mom’s locket. My dad got it as a wedding gift after they got married,” you manage to say, your voice growing hoarse a the sight of her beautiful face.

Silence fills the room as you continue to stare at the necklace. Somi probably got it for you, she’s always been one who knows exactly what to get as gifts.

“Thank you,” you mumble into the room at no in particular. “I love it.”

“Alright,” Somi says cutely to lighten the mood. She stoops to pick up another gift and you’re too distracted by the locket still to see she finally picks up your present to Jaemin. When you hear his name, you look up to watch him open it, wanting to remember his reaction.

He removes the packing tissue from the bag you’d put it in before removing the jar, his eyes immediately finding yours before breaking out into a smile. It doesn’t surprise you he knows exactly where the shells came from and that you were his Secret Santa.

“Sea shells?” Haechan asks, clearly not impressed with the gift, but you’re not offended considering he doesn’t know the sentiment.

“Not just any sea shells,” Jaemin tells him, looking at you again. “They’re special. Thank you Secret Santa.” He doesn’t even try to hide who he thinks got him the gift.

Somi, Jisung, and Renjun finally open their presents, finishing the gift exchange. You all go around the room to guess your Secret Santas. Somi guesses Mark correctly, Jeno guesses Chenle, and Renjun guesses Haechan. Jaemin is next to guess and before he says a word, he looks up to you and smiles, sending your heart soaring as always. You can’t help but smile back.

“Y/N is my Secret Santa,” he declares. You nod your head, confirming that you are. While the next few guess, you keep stealing glances at Jaemin, each time you do, he smiles back, lowering his face shyly.

You’re shocked to hear Chenle guess correctly that Somi was his Secret Santa, leaving Jaemin as the only gift giver left when it’s your turn to guess. Your smile turns into a look of shock as you look over at him, his own smile more sincere than ever. He’d gotten you the locket that meant so much to you at one point in your life.

“How did you two get each other? What are even the odds of that?” Jisung asks. Somi chuckles at the question, but you hardly notice.

“Thank you,” you whisper, looking right at Jaemin. You wonder if he can even hear you from across the room. You’re having trouble even hearing yourself with how loud your heart is beating. He must have at least read your lips though, because he nods his head once, his eyes shining in the light of the Christmas tree.

The words of everyone for the rest of the night up until people start to leave are pretty much drowned out. You don’t even hear your dad tell Somi that her dads are here to pick her up. All you can focus on is the necklace, the mason jar full of sea shells, and Jaemin.

He’s the only guest left when your dad begins to clean up the kitchen, you and Jaemin cleaning up the trash in the living room. The locket is already secured around your neck, your mother right next to your heart where she always has been.

You’re both silent as you clean up empty plates and torn wrapping paper. Your heart is still beating harder than ever, practically slamming against your throat. It’s not abnormal to be alone with Jaemin, but right now, your friendship has so much more meaning than it did before.

“It’s not a replica,” he says suddenly, not looking up from the trash bag as he throws a plate into it.

“What?”

“That’s really your mom’s locket,” he states quietly. You absentmindedly reach up to touch the necklace, feeling your eyes fill with tears as if you haven’t done enough crying over it already. “When your dad sold it to finish paying your bills, he was so upset and talking to my mom about it. I decided to go to the pawn shop and buy it the next day.”

Jaemin doesn’t look up from what he’s doing when he says this. “I wanted to give it to you sooner but Christmas seemed like a special time to do it. I debated waiting until Valentine’s Day but I couldn’t wait any longer.” Finally, he looks over at you. You haven’t moved from your spot by the fireplace, a dirty plate in hand while Jaemin told you all this.

“Why Valentine’s Day?” you ask. It’s an oddly specific day for such a present, the day people celebrate love. Sure, it would be worthy of the occasion but couples are usually the only ones to exchange gifts that day.

Jaemin smiles his shy smile that you’ve seen him wear so often before stepping toward you and taking the plate from your hand, tossing it into the trash bag. He can’t meet your eyes when he speaks again. “Because I was going to confess to you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he looks up at you, his dark eyes shining when they meet yours. You don’t know what to say in return even though ‘I like you too’ seems like a good option. Instead, you just break into a smile, answer enough to his confession. Jaemin smirks and steps even closer to you, his eyes flicking once to your lips.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, pointing up at the mistletoe above you. You can only giggle in response and he leans down to press his lips against yours, everything coming together and playing out just as you’ve imagined it would. Your stomach erupts with butterflies and you swear you can hear fireworks as you kiss. Jaemin reaches his hand up, cupping your chin with it and swiping away at the new tears falling down your cheeks.

When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against yours. “Somi was doing something right when she rigged the Secret Santa,” he says with a laugh.

Your eyes widen, only a little surprised at this revelation. “Did she know you like me?”

“I’m pretty sure everyone did,” he replies. “But you.”

You roll your eyes at him before placing your arms around him in a hug, your cheek squishing up against his chest.

“Thank you,” you tell him for the nth time tonight. “So much.”

“Thank you, too,” he whispers before placing a kiss on top of your head.

This is a Christmas for the books.

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keelywolfe · 5 years

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Day 2: Rule (12 Days of Papcest)

For the @sfw12-days-of-papcest

Note: So I went with a slightly different interpretation of this one, or heck, maybe I didn’t, we’ll see! Anyway, I’ve written Coffee Shops into stories before but I’ve never actually written a Coffee Shop AU, so....let’s have an Art Student and the Barista AU.

Tags: Coffee Shop AU, First Times, Fluff, a little Angst, Puns

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Rus would be the first to admit he wasn’t paying attention. That was the first broken rule; in a coffee shop, you had to be ready to get your order when it was done, especially any of the busy shops on campus. But it was before the afternoon rush and they weren’t very busy. And he was trying to catch a particularly tricky Pokémon on his phone when the barista called his name. It took him long enough to get there for his name to be called again with a little impatience.

Take it fucking easy, Rus thought to himself, not foolish enough to say it to the great distributor of caffeination. That was the second rule one shouldn’t break, never be rude to your barista.

It was only as he reached for his cup, Pokémon safely caught, that Rus looked up, absently saying, “sorry, sorry, thanks…oh.” he stopped, blinking. He all but lived part time at this coffee shop and he’d never seen this guy before.

The skeleton standing in front of him was not the person who’d taken his order. Rus liked to think no game was attention-consuming enough that he’d miss this guy. Only a little shorter than him with bright crimson eye lights, his bold gaze uncaring of the crack the marred his left socket. He stood with ruler-straight posture, a sharp contrast to Rus’s everyday slump, and there wasn’t so much as a smear or a sprinkle of powdered sugar on his apron whereas Rus had at least four shades of paint smeared from his sweatshirt down to his jeans. Guy must be a neat freak, probably an asshole. Rus liked him immediately.

He wanted to think that the fact that the new guy was smoking hot didn’t affect his assessment.

He wanted to think that.

Belatedly, Rus realized he’d been staring a little too long and he cleared his throat, trying not to give off a vibe of complete idiot. “i’d thank you, but you aren’t wearing a name tag.”

The way he elegantly raised a brow bone at Rus only enhanced that toe-curling attractiveness. “No, I’m not.”

Yep, definitely an asshole. Rus picked up his cup and took a sip, rolling the sweetness over his tongue. He set a hand on the counter and leaned in, a little, giving the new guy a little smirk. “then how can i know your name?”

Behind the new guy, the other barista, Emily, was rolling her eyes, and Rus shot her a glare. No interference from the peanut gallery, thank you.

Not that it could have done any damage. This guy didn’t even twitch from where he was wiping the counter, only said coolly, “Normally, people ask.”

“do they?” Rus took another sip then turned away before he could break another rule; don’t ask someone out when they were on the clock. “huh. well, thanks, cap’n coffee, see you around!”

The bell above the door jangled as Rus walked out, his thoughts lingering a little longer on the man of mystery. Soon enough he was jogging to get to class on time.

But he was sure as hell going to be back tomorrow.

~~*~~

Over the next couple of months, Rus got to know a few more things about his coffee captain. Not his name, nah, that would be too easy, and even though he could’ve cheated to find it out, what was the point of that? They’d get there eventually, and in the meantime, Rus was going to enjoy playing this game by the rules.

With a little teasing gossip, he’d found out that his barista was newly back in town and a veteran, and that his discharge had something to do with how he’d gotten the scar over his eye socket. It made him worry for a moment about his silly nickname, but Emily had reassured him with a roll of her eyes that the captain was amused by it. Extensive personal testing had proved that the guy had the entire menu memorized and measured ingredients with razor precision. He knew that the guy knew his name and still, the next time Rus picked up his cup after they’d met, he’d narrowed his sockets at the name written on it.

“picasso,” Rus drawled, unimpressed. “that’s original. i’m an artist so you tag me with the one everyone knows.”

The captain didn’t even look up from the pitcher he was washing and only said, calmly, “How do you know I’m not calling you that because you look like one of his paintings?”

That startled a laugh out of him and Rus shook his head. “guess i should have expected that, you don’t have much trouble expressoing yourself.”

“A pun like that is grounds for getting banned.”

Sexy-hot was one thing, but able to snap back with a good pun? It was hard for Rus to resist saying fuck the rules and give into the urge to hop the counter. “seems like a latte fuss about nothing.”

Another customer stepped up to the counter, and the barista shot back, “you’ll have to grind your axe later.”

Laughing softly, Rus picked up his cup and made his way to class.

~~*~~

Somehow the past week felt like it had been going on for a month. One of those weeks where nothing was insanely wrong, but everything was piling on top of each other, weighing him down with problems that he should be dealing with.

Sitting in the coffee shop was the exact opposite of dealing. Didn’t stop Rus from taking another sip of his cup, wishing he’d sprung for an extra shot of espresso for once.

The shop was empty, near as it was to closing time and Rus was doodled on a napkin, drawing a human who was sitting with his chin propped on hand. How it was he could find the inspiration for a little sketch but not the projects he was working on was evidence of the universe’s quirky sense of humor.

“Why is he crying?” Rus flinched a little, almost smearing his pen across the thin paper. He wasn’t expecting a voice so close to him and he looked up to see the Captain leaning in, studying his little drawing.

“he’s not crying,” Rus started indignantly, his protest fading as he looked down again.

Except he was, wasn’t he. There wasn’t a teardrop showing in his little sketch, but they were there for anyone who looked. It was in his posture, in his expression, the weight of the world on his shoulders and Rus knew how he felt, his little paper person trapped forever with his despair.

A drop of wetness fell on the paper, diluting the ink and it spread in a salty little puddle, quickly joined by another. Hands gently pulled Rus in and he found himself leaning against a solid shoulder, his tears coming faster than the shirt he was pressed against could soak them in. All the stress from the week pouring out in one heaving, weeping rush.

His only saving grace was that his outburst ended quickly. A little embarrassed, Rus drew back and wiped at his face with a spare napkin. The Captain’s always pristine uniform was stained with wetness, but he didn’t seem to care. He took away the crumpled napkin and gently wiped away the lingering damp on Rus’s cheek bones.

“Sorry about that,” Rus whispered hoarsely. How humiliating to break down not only in front of the guy he’d been not-so-secretly crushing on for months, but also someone who surely had gone through worse things than Rus could even dream about and came out okay.

The Captain only shook his head. “It’s all right, Rus.” His thumb stroked gently over Rus’s cheek bone and this time, he didn’t seem to be wiping away tears. “You’re allowed to have a bad day.”

They’d been dancing around each other for months and the only time he’d ever called Rus by his name was that coffee order, the first time Rus had ever heard him speak. Rus came here every day and most of the time the Captain was here, happy to offer his Picasso a pun or a dry remark, and today he’d called Rus by his name again, breaking the unspoken rule of their little game.

He kind of liked hearing it.

Rus swallowed hard and whispered, “what’s your name?”

“Edge.”

It worked, the name suited him, but Rus thought he was always going to secretly think of Edge as his captain.

“Edge,” he repeated, softly. There was something shining in Edge’s eye lights that made him look hurriedly away, Edge was still at work even if no one was in the shop and Rus didn’t want to get him in trouble. Some rules should never be broken and trying to steal a first kiss on duty was one of them. “um, i…can i get another coffee?”

“Of course,” Edge murmured. “Everything I brew, I brew it for you.”

It startled a laugh out of him. Edge always seemed able catch him out and as Rus watched Edge make his drink, he thought maybe it was time to ask his captain out, see him outside the coffee shop for once.

After all, if he waited until Edge was off the clock to ask, it wouldn’t be breaking the rules.

-fin

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underswap papyrus #underfell papyrus #12 days of papcest

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thisgirlsays22 · 6 years

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Intro to Data Science (Chapter 2)

Rating: E

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing(s): Eren Yeager/ Levi

Chapter Word Count: 4.5K

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, (British) Professor Levi, (American) Student Eren, Long Distance

Summary:

“You’re probably just into him for the accent.”

“It’s not that,” Eren argued. “It doesn’t hurt, but it’s so much more than that.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

Notes:

For my lovely @fluffymusketeer who somehow manages to put me in a good mood even when the day looks bleak at first.

And a big thank you to @attraversiamo19 for being a fantastic beta and to @dreamxxdream for being a fantastic test reader.

Also check out this lovely fanart from @renriva (Mira, you are amazing Y_Y)

Read on Ao3 or under the cut. Edit: Chapter 1 on Tumblr

Monday morning, when Levi nodded at him as he walked through the door of the lecture hall, Eren felt all the tension go out of his shoulders. He hadn’t stopped beating himself up over his failed attempt to ask Levi out. Eren didn’t crush often, but when he did, it was intense and entirely too much.

He couldn’t concentrate during class because of the fucking cadence of Levi’s beautiful, deep voice as he explained the difference between supervised and unsupervised machine learning. He tried to copy down the notes from the slides on the screen at the front of the room, but kept drawing little doodles in the margins instead, wondering what was I thinking? That Levi would agree to go...platonically? That they’d strike up a friendship and eventually something more? God, he was embarrassed. He’d thought he’d picked up some sort of vibe between them, and maybe he had, but Levi was too noble to act on it.

“I can’t get him out of my head,” he complained to Mikasa that night. His desk was covered in junk food and dirty shirts, so he was curled up in his uncomfortable single-bed with his laptop, whining to his sister about his hopeless crush. He had dreamed his life in London would be glamorous, but here he was.

“You’re probably just into him for the accent.”

“It’s not that,” Eren argued. “It doesn’t hurt, but it’s so much more than that.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

He should have just called her instead of video chatting. It would be easier to ignore her derision that way. “God, he’s so fucking smart and kind of mean sometimes, but then he’ll turn around and give you helpful advice. I mean he’s only thirty-four and he’s had this amazing career already.”

“If you start talking to me about data, I’m ending this call,” Mikasa warned.

Eren ignored her. “The way he teaches is incredible. He makes such sarcastic comments about what we’re learning, but then if you ask a question, he really takes the time to understand it and give you a good answer. He once made a shit joke to explain a concept about correlation versus causation.” Eren paused to sigh dreamily. “Plus, he likes to read good books. And he shares all these funny posts about cats, like you wouldn’t expect it from him.”

“Wait...what? How do you know that?”

Realising he’d slipped up, Eren froze. “...I may have found his Facebook.”

Mikasa groaned and covered her face. “I’m so embarrassed for you, oh my god.”

“I had to find out if he was straight or not!”

She groaned again. “Eren, don’t do this. I can hear it in your voice. I know how reckless you can be, but come on.”

“It’s just a fun crush,” he defended. “A fun, silly crush.” He left out the part where he’d already tried to ask Levi out on a date.

“Yes. A fantasy.” Mikasa crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look.

“Shut up, Mikasa.”

“I was just agreeing with you!”

“Yeah, but in your I-know-better-than-you way.”

“You know I’m just looking out for you. You get your heart broken so easily.”

“I almost never like anyone!”

“Yeah, but when you do, your heart gets broken like that,” she said, snapping her fingers.

“Whatever, fine.” He rolled over on his side and stuffed a pillow under his head.

“Eren...what aren’t you telling me?”

“What?”

“You have that guilty look on your face. Like in the picture.” Mikasa took every available opportunity to reference The Picture. A photo taken when Eren was a toddler where he wore a guilty expression as he hid in their playhouse to have a private shit.

“I am not making the guilty poop-face!”

“You are!”

He flung the pillow over his face and spoke into it.

“Try again without the pillow.”

“You don’t have to worry about him breaking my heart because I already asked him out and he turned me down. Which he definitely should have. He’s being a responsible, respectable adult, which only makes me like him more.”

“Eren!”

“I know, I know.”

“Oh my god...What kind of date did you ask him on?” Mikasa leaned closer to the camera, looking exasperated but intrigued.

Eren pulled at one of the seams on his pillow. “Philip Pullman is giving a talk about his new book, and I asked him to go.”

Her face softened. “That’s actually cute. You’re still an impulsive moron, but a sweet one.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said and then tried to change the subject as quickly as possible. “So how’s mom?”

“You know her. Working hard as ever. She finally agreed to let me start covering the groceries since I’m running more sessions at the gym.”

“Wait. Mom agreed to let you help contribute?”

“Yes.”

“As in our mother? Carla Jaeger?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re sure this wasn’t an Invasion of the Body Snatchers situation?”

“Haven’t checked yet, but I’ll get back to you.”

“Shit. That’s amazing, Mikasa. Good job.”

She took a little bow, hair falling in front of the camera. “Yes, thank you. Now I just have to convince Zeke to stop leeching off of mom.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

“He was only supposed to be here for a month, and it’s been three.”

“Well, Mikasa, it’s really hard to find another pyramid scheme to latch onto. These opportunities don’t just fall from the sky.”

“I swear to god if he ever tries to sell me another vitamin again, I’m disowning him. I’m trying to convince him to just get a job with Connie at the bar until he figures things out.”

“Well, if anyone can, it’s you.”

“If he talks to you, can you mention it too? Couldn’t hurt.”

“Sure,” Eren said, not really meaning it. They hadn’t talked much since Eren had left for school nearly a year ago. Zeke had sent him a few obnoxious texts recently that consisted of, Pip pip cheerio, bro. Or Have you read my blog post on Paleo yet? All of which Eren had ignored.

“Okay, I have to run, I’m leading a yoga session in an hour, but I love you, and for what it’s worth, I think you should still go to the event.” Mikasa blew him a kiss and waved.

“Love you too, and I’ll think about it.”

They disconnected the call, and Eren got that same lonely feeling he always got after calling home to his family or friends. On top of that was the embarrassment about his crush. He had to accept he’d let himself get carried away and was projecting his feelings of loneliness onto this fantasy of Levi.

Eren took Mikasa’s advice and went to the Southbank Centre on Friday even though he hadn’t found anyone who wanted to go with him. His roommates hadn’t been interested: Ymir had called him a nerd, and Annie had just said, “No. Sounds boring.” At least Reiner and Bert had politely cited other plans as their reason for not going.

Whatever, they were all kind of assholes anyway. They only hung out with him because they all lived together, and rarely at that. So Eren had attempted to tame his wild hair, put on his nicest pair of black jeans and a button-down, and gone on his own.

Loneliness clouded his excitement for the night as he waited in line to get his signed copy of The Book of Dust from the little booth at the front of the centre. Everyone around him seemed to be here with someone, chatting happily, flipping through the new book together.

Eren got his copy and didn’t know what to do with himself. Distracted as he wandered around, admiring the large, glossy atrium, he did a double-take when someone caught his eye. Standing by the bar was a man Levi’s height with the same undercut.

The man turned so Eren could see him in profile. Holy fucking shit, Eren thought, maneuvering through the crowd as fast as he could, making strategic use of his broad shoulders to get people out of his way.

“Levi?”

Levi leaned against the front of the bar, looking unsurprised. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here?” He’d spent the whole week trying not to think about Levi, trying to laugh off the rejection and the hopelessness of his crush, but Levi was standing in front of him. He’d actually come.

“I wanted to see the lecture.”

“Oh. Do...do you want to sit together?” Eren asked.

“Not really.”

Eren was knocked further off-balance, unsure if Levi was joking or not. He tried to remain collected as he said, “I thought you were supposed to be polite.”

“I’m polite,” Levi protested flatly.

“No, you’re confusing.”

A funny look crossed Levi’s face, which Eren couldn’t decipher.

The bartender came back with Levi’s drink, a plastic cup full of wine, but before Levi paid, he said, “He’ll have a...what do you drink, Eren?”

Too flustered to think of the names to any drinks, Eren said, “What you’re having looks good.” If Levi was buying him a drink, maybe he had been joking.

“Another red wine, please,” Levi said.

Eren didn’t know what to talk about next. Levi looked so handsome in his dark blazer and jeans, and Eren’s heart wouldn’t stop doing nervous somersaults.

If he’d known Levi was going to be here, he could have mentally prepared some dazzling stories, some intriguing ice-breakers, intelligent questions, but here he was standing in front of Levi awkwardly without a clue what to say.

Fun crush, he reminded himself. Silly, fun crush. Just a fantasy.

“You don’t want to sit with me, but you’re buying me a drink?” Eren asked, trying to keep his tone neutral, breezy.

“You’re a broke student. Like I said, I’m being polite.” Levi paid for the drinks and Eren followed him to one of the empty tables around the corner. For such a bustling place, there were a surprising number of cozy places to sit.

Eren looked around for anyone he recognised from class and was relieved when no one materialised. He wondered if Levi was doing the same. Fuck it, anyway. There wasn’t any rule that they couldn’t socialise if they ran into each other in public.

“Have you been here before?” Levi asked once they were seated, facing one another at a low table by the window. Finally out of winter’s grasp, the sun was still hanging low in the sky, casting the Thames in an orange hue.

“I came to an art exhibit here once,” Eren said, “but never to an event like this. It’s weird they serve you the drinks in plastic cups. I thought it would be classier.” The plastic cup made Eren feel like he was back in the college dorms again. Not bad, just out of place here.

Levi crossed his ankle over his leg, and Eren tracked the graceful movement with his eyes. “You can bring them into the theatre,” Levi said.

“True. Do you come here often, then?” As the words left his lips, Eren cringed.

“Did you really just ask me if I come here often?” Levi asked, bemused.

“That did sound really cheesy,” Eren admitted. “But it’s a genuine question.”

“I don’t come here often,” Levi said. “But I’d like to. Most of my friends have moved out of the city, though.”

I’d go with you. In his mind’s-eye, it played out like fast-forwarding a movie. Levi would wear the same black blazer that brought out the grey in his eyes; afterwards they’d have dinner overlooking the Thames, discussing whatever show they’d seen, and then Levi would take him home and--Eren shook himself out of his spiraling thoughts.

Their knees brushed under the table, and Levi didn’t pull away.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” Eren said, voice low.

Levi frowned and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Eren...Just because I’m here doesn’t mean--”

“I know. I’m still glad, though.”

When Eren met Levi’s eyes, he felt it: a current of electricity running between them. He wasn’t always the best at reading other people, but he was good at identifying that spark of interest, the heat that a single look could carry. The way Levi’s heavy-lidded eyes considered him made Eren’s breath hitch. Did Levi want to be convinced? If he did, Eren feared he would only fuck it up.

Levi cleared his throat and stood. “I need the loo. And we should head in soon.”

“Wait,” Eren said, turning around in his chair. “So we are sitting together then?”

“I never said that.”

“I can’t tell if we’re joking anymore,” Eren said.

“Fine.” Levi waved a hand. “I suppose you can sit with me. But you better bloody well not talk during it. I can’t stand that rude shit.”

Eren nodded, amused by the severity and specificity of the request. “You have yourself a deal.”

He watched Levi walk away, and then leaned back in his chair, smiling to himself.

They chose seats at the front of the rear stalls, so there was no one sat in front of them and they had a wooden ledge to rest their arms and drinks upon. Every time their shoulders touched as Eren sat back in his chair, he lost track of what was being said on stage.

When the interview ended, Eren didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay still and feel Levi’s arm pressed against his, to smell the smoky scent of his cologne that made Eren light-headed with desire. Even though the urge to rest his head on Levi’s shoulder or to thread their fingers together was almost too much to bear, he would have chosen to relive that hour over and over if he could.

Afterwards, Eren waited for Levi to excuse himself, to call it a night, but he seemed content to keep walking side by side as they left the building together. Eren thought, if I just keep thinking of interesting things to say, he won’t go.

“You up for a walk along the river?” Eren tried.

Levi considered this for a moment. So sure the answer would be no, Eren almost didn’t register the nod. “Yeah, alright. Not too cold for it.”

They strolled along the walkway above the water, the night air crisp and cool enough that Eren had put his sweatshirt on. The London Eye’s blue glow reflected on the water below, rotating so slowly above the city that it appeared still. Lights from restaurants, shops and flats on both sides of the river lit up the night, and Eren let himself imagine that there was nothing preventing this from being a real date, that they were just two people without a care in the world.

“I don’t know how I felt about the excerpt he read,” Eren said.

“Me neither.”

“I’m worried it’s going to be really boring,” Eren confessed. “The first ones were perfect. I don’t want anything to ruin that.”

For a moment, they were split apart, maneuvering around a group of tourists clustered together, watching a man waving a giant bubble wand. They exchanged an eye roll.

“I thought you said you hated the last book,” Levi said once they had reached a quieter part of the pathway.

“No, I said it destroyed me. I hated it, and I loved it.”

“What, because Lyra and Will don’t end up together?”

“Obviously. They were soul mates and they were trapped in separate universes.” Eren threw his arms open wide for dramatic effect.

Levi stopped walking and crossed his arms, face caught in the blue glow from the ferris wheel. “Soul mates? They were twelve.”

“What’s age got to do with it?”

“You’re right, nothing. It’s the concept of soul mates that’s bullshit.”

The opinion didn’t come as a surprise. In fact, Eren had been hoping for it; he enjoyed the sarcastic, scathing replies. He didn’t even know if the concept was something he believed in either, at least not for himself.

“Are you going to tell me statistically it’s improbable?” Eren gave him a sly smile.

“Yeah. I’m going to draw a fucking graph for you.”

“Come on. Tell me the ending didn’t make you cry,” Eren teased.

Before Levi could reply, Eren came to a sudden halt. “Shit! I left my book inside!”

“It’s alright. I’m sure it’s either still at your seat or they’ve brought it to the front.”

Relieved that Levi didn’t seem annoyed by his stupidity, Eren said, “I just hope no one took it.”

“You can have mine if they did.”

Levi said this so casually, as though he were offering a piece of gum, that it took a moment for it to register. “What? No, I couldn’t take yours.”

“I’m only here because you found the event. I can just buy another copy inside.”

“Well, let me go check for it.” He expected Levi to finally excuse himself, but he followed Eren back to the venue.

“I need a shit,” he said in answer to Eren’s questioning look as they walked through the entrance.

Eren was startled by the vulgarity of a line delivered in that lovely, clipped accent; he blinked at Levi before letting out a shocked laugh.

“Go get your book,” Levi said, heading to the bathroom.

One of the ushers who was helping close up the theatre let Eren back in, and his book was still underneath the chair where he’d left it. He felt immense relief that he hadn’t lost his momento of the night, something he’d carefully chosen while otherwise refusing to fill his transient life with clutter.

Even though Levi had given no indication he would be departing after said shit, Eren was still surprised to find him waiting, leaning against the wall outside of the theatre.

“I’m peckish,” Levi said, and Eren felt almost giddy with hope.

“Wahaca maybe?”

“Sure,” Levi said. “Something fast.”

He let Eren buy him two fish tacos and a margarita from the Wahaca food-truck outside. “You bought me the drink earlier,” Eren had insisted. They sat at one of the picnic tables out front, the smell of grilled meat filling the air. Levi ate his taco with a knife and fork, and Eren made fun of him.

“Funny, you’re taking the piss when you’ve got sauce on your face,” Levi said, flicking his judgemental gaze to Eren as he cut off another piece of taco.

Eren touched his chin. “Here?”

“No.”

He touched his forehead. “Here?”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Spot on.”

Reaching for a napkin from the centre of the table, Eren said, “Thanks for going back with me. That was really nice of you.” He wiped the corners of his mouth then messily tucked back into his chicken burrito.

“It’s fine.” Levi didn’t look up from his food.

“You’re not great at accepting praise, are you?”

Levi’s fork was halfway to his mouth, and he paused to glare at Eren.

“Like when I tried to compliment your teaching or your career.”

“Maybe you’re bad at giving compliments. Thought about that?”

“You’re funny too,” Eren said, like it was a challenge.

Levi pointed at Eren with his fork. “That’s a better compliment.”

Eren finished up his food and stood. “I’m gonna get another margarita, you want one?”

“Go on then. But here,” Levi pulled his wallet out and handed over a twenty pound note.

“Thanks. I’ll keep the change.”

“Yeah. You can buy a new sweatshirt.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with my sweatshirt?” Eren looked down, dumbfounded, at his green hoodie. He’d gotten it from Abercrombie a couple years ago, but it was still in decent enough shape.

“What’s right with it?” Levi said.

“You know what? You keep the change. Buy a new attitude,” Eren said.

Levi burst out laughing, covering his eyes with his hand as if he were surprised it was happening.

Flirting with Levi got Eren’s heart racing in ways he hadn’t experienced since his first middle-school crushes. He’d had feelings for people since then, meaningful relationships, but they’d lacked the novelty and the thrill that he felt with Levi. A dangerous, unlikely possibility unfolding between them.

The whole night had a surreal, magical edge to it. Removing Levi from the context of university had deepend Eren’s crush. It wasn’t Levi as a professor he liked...it was Levi the person. Though he seemed tenser than he did while in front of the classroom, he retained the sharp sense of humor that had caught Eren’s attention from the very first lesson.

Walking back to the food truck, chuckling to himself as he jingled the change around in his hand, that’s when Eren understood. He liked that Levi was a challenge, that he didn’t readily accept compliments. He even liked that Levi insulted his sweatshirt. Underneath his barbs and impassive exterior was a sweetness, a gentleness, and that was the best part of all. Each time he’d talked to Levi he managed to chip away at Levi’s icy exterior just a bit more. Maybe soon he would uncover the sculpture underneath, a masterpiece.

All the things he’d told Mikasa had been true, except that this was a fun, silly crush. Eren could feel he was rapidly approaching the danger line where the fun and silly portion of the evening would end and he would only get hurt.

While he waited in line, he glanced back at Levi at the table a few times, half-expecting him to be gone, but Levi was still sitting there with his copy of The Book of Dust out, idly flipping through.

When he returned, Levi suggested they resume their walk.

“With our drinks?” Eren asked, equally surprised by Levi’s suggestion and the idea of walking around in public with alcohol in plain sight.

“It’s fine,” Levi said, amused.

“Sweet! I always just want to be sure. It’s illegal back home.”

“Your laws make no fucking sense.” Levi shook his head.

They cleared off the table and continued in the direction of the Eye, past the small market selling records and books and two stray street performers dressed as Yoda and a gold statue.

Eren halted. “Shit! I left my book back at the table.” He’d been so focussed on the moment that he lost track of the damn book again.

“Do we need to put that thing on a leash?”

“Yes!” Eren called over his shoulder and as he ran back to their table to retrieve his wayward text once again. Please don’t let him think I’m always like this, Eren thought.

“You sure you really want it?” Levi asked once Eren had returned. He was looking down at the river now, leaning forward on the stone wall along the edge of the walkway. Eren went to stand by his side.

“I do! I really should have gotten two actually. One for my mom,” Eren said regretfully as they resumed their walk once again. “I might just give her mine since I keep leaving it everywhere anyway.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find another one. They usually sell signed copies like those at Forbidden Planet.”

“What’s that?” Eren asked.

“They sell comics, merchandise, those sorts of things. They’ve got a decent collection of fantasy and sci-fi books. Bit nerdy, but fun. A friend of mine always makes me stop in there with them.” Levi smiled fondly.

“What do you usually buy?”

“Can’t say I’m too exciting. I tend to like the broadly popular work. Studio Ghibli films and the like. Walking Dead’s alright, I still keep up with the comics.”

Eren hid a smile. “I like some of that stuff. Like anything zombie sign me up, except I’ve given up on the Walking Dead.”

“Fair. I really should.”

“I’m actually kind of surprised you’re into all that.”

“Why?”

Because you seem so aloof and cool and anything that makes you seem more down-to-earth just makes me like you more. “I don’t know, I guess you come off as someone who wouldn’t have a lot of interest in that kind of stuff. Like you’re too cool for it.”

“You don’t know me very well at all,” Levi said. Was there--Eren’s heart stuttered--was there something flirty in the way Levi said that? It was something in the way he held Eren’s eye, the sly way the corner of his lip tugged up.

He was probably just imagining it. Eren rested his arms on the railing above the wall, trying to choose his next words carefully as he stared down at the patch of rocky-beach that was visible now, not yet swallowed up by the tide.

“I wouldn’t mind knowing you,” Eren said quietly, as though he were tossing the words to the river like a skipping stone.

Neither looked at the other. Eren’s grip on the rail tightened. Mikasa’s warning ran through his head again as he waited for Levi to speak. To say something, anything.

“Even if I wanted that too, you’re my student. It’s a bad idea.”

Eren’s heart went into overdrive, pounding against his rib cage like it was trying to escape. Their fingers were inches apart, resting on the guardrail and Eren let the wine and margaritas give him courage as he moved his hand towards Levi’s and placed it on top of his. The hard line of Levi’s profile was impassive, but he didn’t pull away.

Self-conscious, nervous thoughts slithered into Eren’s mind: why would Levi want him? He was just a dumb kid with nothing to offer.

But Eren was also reckless. He let moments overwhelm his better sense of judgement, his rationale, and would always choose to leap. Below, a river cruise ship trailed past, and a few people on the deck waved up at them. Eren tentatively lifted his hand to wave back, but instead of putting it back down on the rail, he took hold of Levi’s arm. Face still angled away from Eren, Levi’s jaw was tight.

Eren could feel the hard muscles of Levi’s bicep through the blazer, and he squeezed. Partially so Levi would look over at him and partially because he had no restraint.

Without a word, Levi gripped Eren’s waist, sending shivers through him at the touch as they locked eyes. Eren hesitantly bent forward to kiss him, expecting to be stopped, but was shocked when Levi’s hand twisted the front of his hoodie to pull Eren the rest of the way across.

They both tasted like tequila, but Eren wouldn’t have changed a thing. Running his fingers along the soft hairs of Levi’s undercut and woozy again from the smell of his cologne, Eren could have kissed him like this all night. Levi’s lips were soft and a little chapped, and he kissed Eren with such tenderness, hand pressed against the small of his back, that Eren thought he must be dreaming.

But Levi pulled away, taking a step back. The breeze blew his bangs in front of his face, obscuring his eyes. “I should go,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

Eren was still reeling from the kiss, words not registering until Levi stepped back.

“Oh, okay,” Eren said, but Levi was already hurrying away. “Goodnight, then.”

#ereri #levieren #levi x eren #ereri fanfic #snk #aot #my writing #fic: intro to data science #levi you're already getting in too deep dude

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All good things come in threes

[Taegiseok Oneshot]

Sequel to ‘Focus’ (it’s not necessary to read Focus first!)

Taehyung loves his best friend Jimin, but he doesn’t love that Jimin keeps dragging him to boxing matches. That may or may not change once he meets a certain boxing coach… The only problem: said boxing coach already has a boyfriend.

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Part 2

Word count: 8.892

Tags: Polyamory, (mostly) Fluff, a bit of Angst, Food poisoning (just in case anyone is uncomfortable with that…), in this part is a scene where it gets a bis physical if you know what I mean, but it’s not really smut, there are some smut references tho

Okay, cut that. He regrets his decision. Holy. Fuck. He regrets his words so much. Why couldn't he just have choked on the spot and died instead of letting his traitor-tongue spill the words for his eternal agony.

It was Friday already and Taehyung had to be over at Jimins in an hour. Currently he was having a minor breakdown in front of his closet while he himself wasn't wearing anything beside the towel he had wrapped around his waist. It was so silly. He felt stupid about not being able to decide on what to wear. He wanted to be unbothered and confident and just wear whatever he felt like (which were baggy pants and a nice, fluffy hoodie) but whenever he reached out for the clothes images of Yoongi and Hoseok appeared in his mind and it made his tummy do stupid things. It was dumb and cliché but he wanted to look good. Dress to impress. He can do that easily, he knows in which clothes he looks the best, he is not studying fashion and design for nothing. But he also can't show up to a casual evening like he was ready for the catwalk. Finding the middle was harder than he thought it would be, but that may also be caused by his nerves and sudden self consciousness.

He would have kicked Jimins door down long ago if Jungkook wasn't already there. It's kind of suspicious if he drags Jimin out now to help him with his outfit so he had to deal with it on his own, but he is also running out of time and... god he really has no idea why he is making such a big deal out of it. He has never felt like this before, he has never struggled with picking an outfit. This is getting ridiculous.

Tae slapped his own cheeks a few times and took multiple deep breathes.

“Alright, Kim Taehyung, stop being a douche and get your shit done.” He mumbled before finally reaching out for his baggy pants and favourite hoodie. So what if he looks like a trash bin? They probably won’t even look at him in the first place. Okay, that thought hurt more than it should. Taehyung shook his head and ruffled through his still wet hair.

He knocked on Jimins door a little earlier than necessary. Junkook opened the door.

“Oh! It's you! Look at this, I wasn’t sure you are still alive.” He joked and Taehyung smacked his chest before pushing past him into the living room.

“Shut up.” Taehyung mumbled, trying not to sound embarrassed. “Where is Jimin?” He asked and Jungkook followed him in the living room, flopping down on the couch.

“Still in the bathroom I guess.”

“Jimin?” Taehyung called out, knocking on the wooden door.

“Taetae?” Jimin called back, voice muffled through the door. He heard rustling coming from the other side and then the door opened, revealing his best friend. Taehyung immediately pushed in with a groan and closed the door again.

“I'm going to die.” He whispered to prevent Jungkook from hearing anything.

“Sorry Tae. They made the plans without letting me know or I would have warned you. To be honest I was a little pissed seeing they made plans in my apartment without letting me know.” Jimin explained, shrugging slightly.

“It's okay, it's just for one evening.” Taehyung said, although they both knew that was bullshit since it probably won’t stay at this one evening. It's not like Taehyung can make up excuses forever.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asked, making a little jump to sit on the counter next to the sink. Taehyung snorted again and flopped down on the closed toilet seat.

“It took me like almost an hour to get dressed and now I’m wearing this.” He said and Jimin raised his eyebrows surprised, because he knows that fashion is usually a thing Taehyung doesn't have to think about.

“If it becomes too much tonight, tell me okay? We'll just say you don't feel well or something.” The dancer said, his legs swinging in he air for they are too short to reach the ground.

“I'll be alright. It's not like I’m madly in love or anything.” At least he hoped so. Jimin didn't seem to believe him but he also didn't call him out on it. Instead he jumped of the counter and pulled Tae up and into a tight hug.

“You are amazing Taetae. I'm sure it will all turn out alright.” Jimin whispered again his chest.

“You sap.” Taehyung said but his smile dropped and he added more seriously “I just hope no one will notice.”

“Don't worry, Jungkookie, at least, is oblivious to anything that is not concerning food.”

Soon after that they left the bathroom and found the living room already full. Jungkook has moved into the loveseat next to the couch, Yoongi Hoseok and another man that Taehyung doesn't know (though he looked strangely familiar) next to them on the couch. Jimin jumped happily in Jungkooks lap and made himself comfortable while Taehyung took place on the armchair in front of the couch. He pulled the knees against his chest and stared at his hands, not daring to look at the couple. For a few seconds it was tensely silent until Jimin started speaking.

“Right so just to the beginning, I'd very much appreciate it if you guys could stop planning things in my apartment without letting me know.” He scolded. Jungkook wrapped his arms around the dancers middle and rested his head on his shoulder, a small pout on his lips.

“Sorry, baby.” He whispered but Jimin only shoved his elbow in his boyfriends side. Jimin may be all cute and soft but when he's angry he can become really scary real quick. Yoongi chuckled a little at the other couple.

“I'm sorry, Jimin. It was our idea and we thought it would be most convenient to do it here because our flat is pretty far away and Jungkooks is so small.” The coach said.

“Whatever.” Jimin mumbled.

“Anyways, this is Namjoon. An old college friend from us and now another box teacher.” Yoongi changed the topic and pointed at the guy next to him on the couch. Taehyung finally looked up and found both, Yoongi and Hoseok staring at him. He gulped and forced his eyes off them and instead looked at Namjoon. He was tall with rather short hair and plumb lips. He waved slightly a soft smile on his lips.

“Namjoonie is one of the few people who can take Yoongi down.” Jungkook giggled.

“Yah! You brat.” Yoongi complained though he didn't really look offended. All that Taehyung could focus on was Yoongis hand lazily massaging Hoseoks thigh.

“Well, to be fair, you are slacking off. In the old days when you were still actively boxing I wouldn't have stood a chance against you.” Namjoon spoke up for the first time. Yoongi shook his head a little but there was a fond smile tucking at the corners of his mouth.

“Enough of that.” Hoseok said. “Namjoon you already know Jimin right?”

“Hardly so, we saw each other for a few seconds when he picked Jungkook up after practice.” Hoseok rolled his eyes and flipped him of with his hand.

“Yeah, so you have already been introduced just say that. This is Taehyung, Jimins best friend.” Hoseok pointed in his direction and Taehyung forced a smile that probably looked rather ridiculous. He waved slightly at Namjoon who gave him a full on dimple smile in return.

“Oh are you a dancer too?” He asked and Taehyung ignored Jimins quiet snort. His dancing is amazing okay? Excuse him.

“No, I'm taking classes for fashion and design.” He explained.

“Ah so you like, design clothes?” Namjoon asked and Taehyung nodded.

“And he is super talented!” Hoseok exclaimed brightly. Taehyung stared at him a little confused and when Hoseok returned his gaze something changed in his eyes but Taehyung couldn't quite put a name on it.

“Yoongi told me about your drawings.” He said and Taehyungs lungs felt like they were imploding. His eyes widened almost comically as they jumped between Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Oh did he show you his drafts? They are so good right? I already made him promise me, once he is a famous designer I want free clothes.” Jimin chirped up. Yoongi ripped his eyes from the intense staring to look at Jimin.

“He didn't really show me. It was more of an accident, but I agree.” He turned back to look at Taehyung. “They are really good. I liked the details.” The former boxer added and Taehyung thought he would throw up any second.

“Ah, okay.” Jimin said, sensing that something was going on here. “Taetae.” He called and snapped Taehyung out of his trance.

“Come, help me get some snacks, will you?” Jimin smiled and Taehyung nodded stronger than necessary, already jumping out of the seat and basically fleeing into the kitchen.

“What was that all about? Are you okay?” Jimin whispered once they were out of the otheres possible eavesdrop radius. Taehyung sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

“I kinda doodled Yoongi as model for a few designs and he saw it. I wasn't sure if he recognized himself but apparently...” Jimin hummed as he went through his shelves to gather a few snacks as well as drinks and glasses.

“Tae I think you really should reconsider your choice of hiding what you feel for them.” He suddenly said and Taehyung gaped at him.

“What?” He whisper-hissed. “Are you kidding? I-"

“Tae, did you not see how they just stared at you? Either you doodled Mona Lisa or they like you more than you think.” Taehyung scoffed.

“Don't be ridiculous.” Tae mumbled because he couldn’t allow himself to believe it. He just couldn't. He couldn't hope.

“Tae-" Jimin started again but Taehyung cut him of.

“No Jimin, please just drop it.” He said, grabbed the snacks and left without another word. He heard Jimins sigh but decided to ignore it. When he returned to the group he found that quite the awkward tension has suddenly clouded the air and all eyes landed on him. He wondered if something happened while he and Jimin were in the kitchen or if it was just so obvious how uncomfortable he was earlier. He cleared his throat and put the snacks down on the small coffee table in the middle, feigning cluelessness.

Jimin followed him seconds after and flopped down in Jungkooks lap again. Taehyung eyed the couple with something he would later recognize as longing. Not in a creepy kind of way but a 'I want what you have' kind of way and he felt awful for it.

Anyways they actually started playing games soon after. Starting of with monopoly but Jungkook soon flipped the board from the table when he had to pay rent to Yoongi for the fifth time. So they moved on to Uno and this time Jungkook won with a happy grin and frequent reminders what losers the others were. Hoseok became second and Taehyung thought the little dance the older did when he put down the last card was the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

The evening goes on and everything actually goes smooth to the point where Taehyung is actually surprised and enjoying himself. He pretends he doesn’t steal quick glances at the couple every once in a while and that his heart doesn't squeeze whenever the couple is sharing a moment.

They play a quantum of games and eventually Jungkook suggest to play charade. Jimin, Hoseok and Namjoon immediately agree. Yoongi seems rather displeased but he goes along with it anyway.

“We need to make teams.” Jungkook said. Jimin frowned a little.

“Let's just split up. Taehyungie can be in our team and Namjoonie in Hoseokie and Yoongis team.” The dancer said and Taehyung knew why he said that.

“That's boring we should draw lots and let fate decide.” Hoseok protested and as the stubborn energy-bundle that he is, of course he gets his way. So they draw lot’s and of course Taehyung ends up in a Team with Yoongi and Hoseok because fate hates him. Or the author who is writing a very shitty fanfiction that is his live is very sadistic, whatever. He just smiles and pretends to be fine and so they start brainstorming for words. Hoseok giggles at the words he is writing down and Yoongi just grins evilly and suddenly Taehyung is glad to be in their team.

He forgot about his stupid crush for a while and just enjoyed goofing around with his friends. It was loud and chaotic, but it was exactly what Taehyung needed after those last weeks. At some point it was Yoongis turn to portray a word. Taehyung and Hoseok both screamed words that didn't even match, hyping each other up even more. When Taehyung actually guessed correctly Yoongi threw both arms in the air and let out a rather high pitched scream, or more so the mix of a squeal and a laugh. Is eyes disappearing as bunch up in his bright gummy smile. Hoseok started screaming too because this was the last word and made them win the game. The couple pulled him in a group hug and it felt so natural that Taehyung held his breath for a moment.

And suddenly he was back on earth, his heartbeat picked up, his breathing became more of a silent panting, his hands started sweating again.

Really he can't say why it suddenly hit him like that. It was just a hug goddamn. But somehow that seemed to make something click in his mind and everything became too much. To be honest he doesn’t really remember leaving but suddenly his knees hit cold tiles and when he looked up he found himself in the bathroom.

He could hear voices from outside the door.

“I don't think that is a good idea.” “You have to trust me on this. Please, just let me talk to him.”

Taehyung froze. Not good. He can't handle talking to anyone right now.

Two soft knocks on the door and a single sob escaped Taehyungs throat. He didn't even realize he started crying.

“Tae.” Yoongi said and Taehyung bit in the back of his hand. “Please let me in.”

It's not even locked but Yoongi didn't try to open the door without Taehyungs consent.

“I... I'll be back soon.” He choked out but it didn't sound believable at all.

“Taehyung please.” Yoongi tried again and maybe Taehyung is a little masochist, or maybe he is tired from hiding and running away but instead of sending the older away he just whispers

“It's open anyway.” At first he hoped that Yoongi didn't hear it. Of course he did and the door opened few seconds later. Taehyung was still kneeling on the ground, his back to the door so he didn't see Yoongi before he felt him.

Big, warm hands brushing lightly over his back. He tensed a bit but his body reflexively pressed against the hand, searching for the contact.

“I'm sorry, if we overstepped.” The boxer mumbled, his voice almost more of a growl. Tae only shook his head.

“This... it's not like... it's not your fault.” Yoongis hands slowly wandered up his back and to his shoulder, turning him around and Taehyung looked at him for a second but the concern in the olders eyes made his heart clench so he lowered his eyes again.

“Please talk to me. Tell me what's wrong.” Yoongi said but Taehyung only shook his head again. He could never say it. Even if he wanted to, the words would stuck in his throat.

Yoongi scooped a bit closer, cupping Taehyungs face and forcing him to look up.

“What are you scared of?”Yoongi asked. Tae felt his bottom lip wobble as new tears found their way into his eyes.

“I... I can't-" He saw Yoongi frown before he pulled the younger into his embrace and Taehyung hated how much he loved it. How much he loved the warmth and Yoongis scent. And how safe he felt. It made him so weak and he melted against Yoongis chest.

“You can tell me, Tae. I'm not blind I noticed how you behaved the last few weeks. How you avoided us.” Taehyung immediately froze. Was he really that obvious? Were his efforts all for nothing after all?

“It's okay you can talk to me.” Yoongi repeated. Taehyung fisted his hands in Yoongis sweater and hid his face in the olders neck. He didn't know what to do. Should he really just confess? Make up a lie? Change the subject?

Eventually he pulled away and finally met Yoongis eyes.

“I'm sorry.” He mumbled. “For avoiding you and being weird and a mess. It's not you I swear. I'm sorry if I made you worry, to be honest I didn't think you would notice.” He admitted and after a short moment of considering and another moment of 'fuck-it' he added “I didn't think you would care. I figured-"

Taehyung experienced a lot surprises in his life, good ones as well as bad ones. Like the surprise party for his 16th birthday that Jimin has organized together with some friends. Or that one phone call from his mother telling him his grandmother had passed away. Usually a surprise was either good, or bad. And Taehyung usually loved good surprises. He wasn't so sure about this one.

His eyes are wide open, his body frozen in shock as all he can think is “WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKEDYFUCKFUCKOMGFUCK"

Yoongis hands are still cupping his face and Taehyung can still smell his scent and feel his warmth. He can feel the others hair softly tickling his skin. He can feel his own heart beat at the speed of light. Maybe it's his imagination but he thinks he can also hear, or feel, Yoongis heart but ever so slightly slower than his own. However, all this is kind of a blur as the thing his mind his most focused on is the feeling of warm lips on his. Yes, I said lips. Min fucking Yoongi is kissing him. In the middle of his best friends bathroom, while snot and tears are covering his face and while his boyfriend is sitting just a few feet away in the living room.

To be really honest Taehyung had dreamed about this. Imagined how it would feel to kiss them. Nothing came near what he felt right now, though.

In total the kiss probably only lasted a few seconds, lips lightly pressed together and parting again. For Taehyung it felt like eternity until Yoongi pulled back again and stared him deeply in the eye. It felt like Taehyungs soul would freeze in place.

“Stop apologizing.” Yoongi said and it ripped Taehyung out of his trance.

“What the fuck?!” He hissed and jumped up, staring down at Yoongi in confusion, fury, fear, pain. Basically, a mess.

“Taehyung I-"

“Why would you do this?” Taehyung demanded further. Suddenly he felt very, very weak.

“Why would you do this to Hoseok? Why would you do this to me? I was happy with how it was. I mean not really but I could live with it. You just ruined everything! Oh my god, you made me a cheater! Your boyfriend is literally behind this wall? How can you do this? You have to tell him! You know what, I'll tell him. He deserves to know!” Taehyung rambled and made his way past Yoongi. He wanted to leave but he froze with his hand hovering over the door knob.

“He will hate me.” Taehyung whispered in sudden realisation. “Oh my god, he will actually hate me!” He whipped around staring at Yoongi who stood up again as well and didn't look fazed at all. It made Taehyung even more furious.

“This is your fault! He will hate me and then he will leave you and you will hate me too. Oh god and Jimin will be so disappointed.” He started pushing Yoongis chest. “I will end up alone because you couldn't fucking control yourself, what is wrong with you! Why would you even do this in the first place I-" Yoongi got hold of his hands and held him tightly in place. If Taehyung wasn't so distracted by his anger he would have been in wonder over how much strength Yoongi has in his tiny body.

“Taehyung.” The older said, his voice somewhat stern. “Are you done?” Taehyung frowned.

“Done? What do you mean done? I'm-" He tried to shake Yoongi off but the older was way stronger than him.

“Hoseok knows, okay? He knows and he is fine with it. No one will leave me, nor you, okay?” Yoongi said, his eyes digging into Taehyungs soul.

“What?” Taehyung asked softly, like a whisper.

“He knows.” Yoongi repeated. “Babe, can you come here for a second!” Yoongi yelled over Taehyungs shoulder and hardly 20 seconds later Hoseok stuck his head into the bathroom. Taehyung stared at him with wide eyes, Yoongi still holding his wrists tightly.

“Everything okay?” Hoseok asked, looking concerned as he noticed Taehyung standing there like he has seen a ghost.

“I kissed him.” Yoongi said, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. Taehyungs head whipped back to him, and back again to Hoseok staring at them both in shock because honestly what the fuck is happening? Hoseok opened his mouth, closed it again and eventually entered the bathroom completely.

“Is that why he looks like someone just told him santa is not real?” He asked and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Yoongi nodded.

“He thought I cheated on you. With him.” Hoseok snorted. Actually snorted.

“That's cute. As if you'd ever dare to do that.” He said with oh so dark eyes. Yoongi winked at him and Taehyung felt sick. This was all too much for him to handle.

Yoongi lead him over to the toilet and placed him on the closed lid before sitting down next to Hoseok and taking his hand, pulling it in his lap.

“I... I don’t understand.” Taehyung choked out, his eyes jumping between the two men. They both smiled and Taehyung felt weird.

“Have you never wondered why we showed up at the cafe so often? Your Americano is not that good.” Yoongi said and Hoseok smacked him on the arm.

“Aish, shut up you idiot.” Yoongi pouted.

“Let me explain, I have always been rather open as you may have noticed.” Hoseok started. “And I have also been rather open with my relationships. I noticed already in my teenage years that I don't always fall for only one person. I was in polyamory relationships before but they didn't work out and then I met Yoongi and it was enough.” Tae gulped. Was it suddenly hot in here? Yoongi tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes, just listening to what Hoseok is saying. The latter had a fond smile on his face throughout his whole speech.

“When I first met him, I told him that I might fall for someone else in the future and he was okay with it. We agreed that whenever it happens we would be honest with each other and find a way. I don't think either of us expected Yoongi to be the one to fall for someone else.” Taehyungs eyes widened as he watched a blush creep on the oldest cheeks.

“When Yoongi came home that one day telling me that he met someone, I felt so many things. I was kind of shocked to be honest, and nervous and maybe a little scared when he said he wanted me to meet them. But I was also excited because I saw that sparkle in his eyes, the same sparkle he had on our first date so I realized how serious he was.” Yoongi chuckled embarrassed and let out a single scream that made Taehyung jump.

“When Yoongi brought me to your cafe, I was literally so nervous and then I met you and,” Hoseok sighed, still smiling “ it just fit? Okay, at first I was worried because I thought you were only interested in Yoongi but Yoongi said I’m just being dumb. And when we continued to come by more often and actually get to know you, I was so excited. You just kind of completed us in a way that I didn't know I needed.” Hoseok started frowning.

“But then you started avoiding us and I thought you noticed how we felt and it made you uncomfortable. Then Yoongi told me about those drawings you did of him way back and I thought about everything a lot and I remember how I felt when I first had a crush on multiple people and how scared and confused I was. I talked with Yoongi about everything for hours probably,” they both chuckled “and we decided to give it a try. You were already avoiding us so we didn't really have much to lose, so we came up with this evening. To this evening I'm still not sure if I'm right, or just hopefully assuming. Yeah, I just thought I'd be honest.” Hoseok looked actually nervous now. Yoongi let go of his hand and instead brought it up to his hair, gently trailing his fingers through the dark strands.

“You were amazing, baby.” He said and Hoseok snorted again, before they both turned to look at Taehyung who sat frozen on the toilet seat. Damn, this was so much for his two braincells to process. There are literally two hot guys sitting in front of him telling him they have a crush on him? Is this the real life?

“I,” he started but suddenly felt something drop in his stomach

“I really appreciate every thing you said just now and would love to continue this further but first, and really please don't take this personal-" He rambled as quickly as possible before jumping up, only to turn and drop to his knees for a nice reappearance from his lunch. God must really hate him.

“Oh my god, Tae!” Hoseok screeched. Yoongi was by his side within less than a second, brushing his bangs back and rubbing soothing circles on his back while Tae puked out his soul. Taehyung missed what Hoseok did, too busy focusing on not choking on his vomit.

“I-I'm sorry" He managed to slur out between his heaving . His mouth felt kinda numb but unfortunately it didn't block out the taste.

“Shh, don't apologize, love.” Yoongi murmured and Tae really wanted to appreciate the pet name but already gagged again. The small room was suddenly filled with multiple voices, Tae recognized Hoseok, Jimin and probably also Jungkook and Namjoon. Wow, this is just great.

Jimin flopped down on his other side, rubbing his shoulder. Yoongi flushed the toilet after Taehyung was done and Hoseok handed him a glass of water, which he accepted thankfully.

“What happened?” Jimin asked worried and pressed a cold, wet towel against his forehead. The dancer looked between the three of them but neither said a word. All eyes settled on Tae eventually.

“I uhm,” He coughed a little “I may or may not have eaten a salmon sandwich that I found in my fridge from like uh... two weeks ago.” He admitted sheepishly the whole room groaned.

“Tae, why are you like this?” Jimin whined and Taehyung wanted to make a joke but was rudely interrupted by another vomiting attack.

“You can stay here for the next few days, until you feel better. I don’t want you to be alone like this, you might smother on your own vomit in your sleep.” Jimin said. His only response was another aggressive heave though. At least until Taehyung was able to breath again.

“No, Jiminie you have practice and stuff. It's okay, I'll sleep on my side. You know, stable side position and all.” He protested.

“No, Tae really I-"

“He can come to us.” Yoongi suddenly said.

“How is that any better? Instead of bothering my best friend I'll bother the guys I-" He stopped midsentence when he realized what he was about to say. Damn this food poisoning must have an impact on his brain capacity.

“The guys you what?” Hoseok asked with a smirk and a brow raised.

“Nothing.” Tae quickly mumbled and blushed, gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Stop, both of you. We can come back to that once Taehyung feels better. Hoseok and I have kinda like, opposite schedules so one of us is basically always at home. We can take care of you.” Yoongi said and wouldn’t Taehyung feel so miserable right now, he would have thought it was hot.

“Okay" Jimin said “I guess that works. I'll come visit you, Taetae.”

“What? Don't I get a say in this?” He protested and it was almost funny like all three men said “No" at the same time. He huffed offended.

“You might be delirious, we can't relay on your opinion.” Hoseok grinned.

“I call that bullshit.” Tae pouted.

“ I don't know, that's probably just your sickness talking.” The older mused and Tae made an effort to punch him but Hoseok was standing too far away from where Tae was cowering on the ground and he was honestly too weak right now.

“Let him be, hope. I think he already suffered enough today.” Yoongi said, pulling Taehyung up from the ground. The younger whined in a silent 'yes'.

“Yeah well, I suffered the last few weeks.” Hoseok mumbled but rushed to Taehyungs other side to help Yoongi drag him out of the bathroom. Jimin rushed past them, heading to the kitchen only to return with a few plastic bags.

“Here, you know, for the car.” Taehyung grimaced and the thought almost made him vomit again. They said goodbye to Jungkook and Namjoon who were waiting in the living room and soon after he found himself in the back of Yoongis car, his head resting in Hoseoks lap as the older brushed his fingers through his hair. Man, this would be so nice if Taehyung wouldn't feel like dying right now.

“How are you feeling back there?” Yoongi asked with a glance in the rear view mirror, as if he just read his mind.

“Ugh" Taehyung groaned.

“We'll be there soon, it's not far.” Hoseok assured.

True to his words they arrived barely 15 minutes later and Taehyung realized that their excuse why they have planned this evening at Jimins apartment, was a blatant lie.

They helped him up the stairs into the second floor and Taehyung tiredly dropped on the coach as soon as it was in sight. He looked around in awe, taking in every little detail, from the poorly decorated window panes to the many photos on the walls and the kumamon pillows next to him. He loved everything about it. Especially how he was suddenly surrounded by their scent.

“Alright, we- Tae what are you doing, you can sleep in the bed.” Yoongi said. Taehyung frowned.

“Now, I don't want to-"

“You are literally sick did you think we would let you sleep on the couch?” Hoseok scolded and Taehyung was picked up again, manhandled really, and basically carried to the bedroom. The bed was huge. There was probably room for four people.

“Alright, we only have one bed, so you'll have to share with one of us. Actually I can sleep on the couch.” Yoongi said and Tae felt already bad.

“No baby, your back will hurt in the morning, it's fine I'll take the couch.” Hoseok contradicted.

“Can't we just all sleep in the bed? I don't want any of you to sleep on the couch.” Tae asked, already sitting cross-legged on the mattress.

“That would be quite cramped.” Yoongi frowned.

“What? Are you blind? Do you not see how huge this is?” He said and patted the bed.

“Fine.” Yoongi eventually said. They helped Taehyung get ready, things like brushing his teeth. He was a bit embarrassed but they took care of him so gently it made him feel all warm and fuzzy. Eventually he laid carefully tucked in, in bed and watched the other men get ready and it made something start bubbling in his stomach, but in a good way. Not the way that made him puke earlier.

Oh no, why did he think of that now. He hurriedly fought against the blanket to get up but his limps got tangled in the sheets and he initially winced about ruining the beautiful bed. At least he thought he would. Just in time Hoseok flopped down in front of him and handed him a bucket. It wasn't really much that came out, Taehyungs stomach probably almost empty by now. It's still nothing you want in your bed though. The forced heaving, the bitter-sour taste, the guilt and maybe exhaustion from today and the last weeks brought tears to his eyes. Hoseok went to empty the bucket and Taehyung felt so bad about it. He wouldn't even want to do it with his own vomit, even more so someone elses.

“I'm sorry.” He slurred, tongue still kind of numb. Yoongi took Hoseoks place and Taehyung saw how he already wanted to protest again so he quickly continued.

“For being gross and noisy, b-but mostly for avoiding you and making you feel bad.” He nervously rubbed the sleeve of his hoodie over his sweaty forehead but Yoongi took his hand away and kissed it instead.

“Go to bed love, you need rest.” The older said and gently brushed his cheek. Taehyung unconsciously leaned into the touch and closed his eyes with a quiet hum, or rather sigh. Finally he laid back down and moments later Yoongi followed, crawling in next to him. Hoseok came back with the bucket and placed it next to the bed, just in case, before joining the two men on the mattress.

The first few moments it was still a little awkward but then Taehyung decided to just say fuck it and make the best out of this moment. He could always just blame it on the sickness afterwards.

He snuggled up with his back pressed against Yoongi and pulled Hoseok closer. The first moments were a little awkward but when the two men got over the shock -or surprise really- they kind of melted together into a big puddle of human. It was amazing how they could make their bodies fit together so well, like puzzle pieces that match each other although they are from different puzzles.

Taehyung relished in the warmth and safety the others provided and it calmed his aching body. He smiled happily when Hoseok pressed a kiss onto his head and whispered a quiet “Goodnight Taetae”

Taehyung spend the next week at their flat and at first he still felt bad and protested when ever they did something for him. However, he quickly realized that you can't ever win against Hoseok and you really, really don't want to piss Yoongi off so he just relented and allowed them to spoil him. Once he stopped puking out everything that reached his stomach (which was after about four days jesus christ) they cooked him food and brought it to the bed or couch, where ever he was currently resting. They helped him change and shower (that was a really hard discussion with Taehyung claiming to be fine by himself only to actually slip in the bathroom and having the two men scold him the full ten minutes while helping him afterwards) and cleaned up after him. Hell, Yoongi even picked up some notes a classmate wrote for him over the classes he missed.

With every day Taehyung felt himself falling a little deeper and at the fourth day he was sure this was not just a stupid crush anymore. He had enough time to think about everything Hoseok said in Jimins bathroom and while he still wondered how the fuck they could actually like him back, he also wasn't stupid okay. Now that he knew (and had a lot of free time) he started to notice small things, like the lingering touches, the fond stares, besides from the obvious. Yoongi almost ever only called him by some pet name and Hoseok hugged or cuddled him whenever he got the chance to. Besides, who would go out all of their way to care for a sick person when they don't even know them that long?

The exciting and giddy feeling from the beginning, the 'oh my gosh they like me back what the fuckedy' has changed to a current state of warmth that was lazily pooling in his stomach, more of a 'wow look at these beautiful men, yep I scored them'. And yes, he does realize that he hasn't really scored them yet, but he was determined to change that, now that he didn't feel like puking on their feet every ten minutes anymore. He actually prepared a speech, wanting to be ready so that everything goes smoothly and he waited for them both to be home. Hoseok usually worked in the early morning and came home around afternoon while Yoongi started around late noon and came back in the evening.

Taehyung was sitting on the couch, cross-legged, a pillow in his lap and watching some drama on Netflix while Hoseok was preparing dinner. The kitchen and the living room were one big opening so Taehyung was able to watch Hoseok work and damn if that wasn't one of the hottest things he has ever seen. So yeah, he didn't really focus on the drama, like at all. He also was kinda nervous and tried really hard not to let it show. Taehyung was glad as well as scared when Yoongi entered with a groan.

“Hey babe, hard day?” Hoseok asked. Yoongi came over and greeted him with a kiss. It was sickeningly domestic and Taehyung loved everything about it.

“Mhmm, it's getting better.” Yoongi mumbled against his boyfriends lips. Taehyung didn't understand why he suddenly blushed.

“Go get changed, dinner is ready and your clothes smell of sweat.” Hoseok said, petting Yoongis chest.

“Aye, aye, sir.” The boxer replied and made his way over to the bedroom but not before coming over to him and leaving a gentle kiss on Taehyungs hair. The younger couldn't help but beam. Yoongi probably didn't see it, but Hoseok did and returned it with a fond expression. It motivated Taehyung even more to have That Talk and he decided to approach it after dinner.

“So, I'm not puking anymore.” Wow, Tae-dumbass-hyung, great start.

“Mhm, we noticed.” Hoseok mused, amused.

“It's just, I can probably return home soon and...” Damn where did his speech go? Why was this suddenly so hard?

“And...?” Yoongi asked.

“Well... I wanted to thank you guys. You really did so much for me, I don't know how to make it up to you.” He started to pick on the hem of his (Yoongis) sweater.

“You know we don't want you to do that anyway.” Hoseok scolded.

“Y-Yeah. On that note... I thought a lot about what you said, you know in the bathroom before I.... yes anyways. To say I was surprised would be the biggest understatement, I really...” He sighed frustrated, this is not how he wanted to do this. He took a deep breath and faced Yoongi.

“You know that night, where Jungkook fought that dude who harassed Jimin? And you were so angry at him for fighting like that, I was really amazed then. I always hated violence and everything having to do with it so I kind of just put you in that box as well. I judged you without even knowing you and you just went and threw those prejudices away just like that. It really impressed me but I didn’t allow myself to dwell on it too much because I knew you had a boyfriend. But then I got to know both of you and I really don't know when it happened but at some point I realized that... that my feelings were becoming a little more than what they should. And I kind of panicked because I was so sure you would be disgusted if you were to ever find out so I tried to minimize the contact. I didn't ever think there could be a possibility of you liking me back.” The two men stared at him with something close to awe and Taehyung really wanted to hug them.

“A-And I don't know how we should proceed from here, I have never been in this situation before, so I don't really know what to do. I just know that I really, really like you, both of you.” He mumbled those last words, suddenly feeling a lot more shy again. It was so relieving to let it out, to finally admit it. It felt like he had spent too much time underwater and was now finally able to breath again.

“Well, I've been in poly relationships before but everyone is different and needs different dynamics according to everyone’s comfort zone, so this is new to all of us.” Hoseok said, completely casually, like this was just some everyday conversation.

“R-Relationship?” Taehyung gasped. Technically this was the logical next step after they had confessed to each other, but it still felt kind of surreal to him.

“If that's what everyone wants of course.” Yoongi spoke up. He was a little more itchy and it was honestly adorable. Taehyung pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on it.

“I don't know.” Taehyung whispered. “I mean I want to but... I’m scared.” Hoseok and Yoongi moved to sit on his left and right.

“It's okay to be scared.” Hoseok said and ran his fingers through Taehyungs hair, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“Can we take things slow?” He mumbled, suddenly feeling very young compared to the other man.

“Of course. We don't have to label anything, we can just spend some time together and see how it goes, okay?” Yoongi assured, his hand caressing Taehyungs thigh carefully. The youngest gulped and nodded.

“And uhm... can we not tell anyone just yet?” He asked. “It's not like I’m ashamed or anything just-“ Hoseok chuckled.

“You don't have to be so nervous, baby. It's okay, we understand. Again, this is new for us too.” Taehyung nodded. He felt a little shaken up, he didn't know why.

Yoongi then stood up from his chair and pecked Taehyungs forehead.

“Alright, let's clean up, then we can watch a movie or something.” He said. Hoseok stood up as well and moved to help Yoongi but Taehyung grabbed his hand. The older turned around a little surprised.

“Uhm... I already k-kissed Yoongi and I think it would only be fair if I...” Taehyung blushed. Hoseok chuckled.

“You want to kiss me?” He asked as if it wasn't clear. Taehyung turned his head away.

“You have to answer me, or I won’t know what you want.” He grinned and Taehyung let out a frustrated scoff.

“Yes, okay? I want to kiss you, happy now?” He pouted and Hoseok smirked.

“Very happy.” He said, while leaning down and pressing his lips against Taehyungs. The kiss was over in less than a second and when Hoseok pulled back Taehyung chased his mouth but the older shook his head amused.

“This will have to do for now. Go clean up.” Taehyung pouted again but did as asked anyway.

It was a couple of minutes and a bit of dish washing being done later that they found themselves on the couch together. Tae sat in the middle his legs draped over Yoongis lap who was lazily caressing his thigh. Hoseok had an arm around Taehyungs shoulders and used it to brush his fingers through his hair. The youngests head was resting on Hoseoks shoulder. He had no idea what movie they where watching but he enjoyed it no less. He still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

The next following weeks they kept hanging out like that. Going out for dinner together, to the cinema, to the mall. Tae even agreed to go to box fights together or they just stayed at home. And it was great and fun and all but...

Hoseok and Yoongi obviously were a little closer and while they tried to include Tae as best as possible but at the same time he felt them holding a certain distance. It was like he was a third wheel all this time.

“We need to talk!” He blurted out while they all sat together around the TV once again. Hoseok and Yoongi froze and exchanged a glance.

“What is it?” Hoseok asked carefully. Both man straightening up on the couch. Tae bit his lip and stared at his fingers, a bit scared of their answer to his question.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He said, quick like removing a band aid.

“What?” Yoongi and Hoseok asked in unison.

“I mean I’d totally understand. You two had a perfect relationship way before I came and I just like, squeezed in. You can just tell me if that’s the case. I mean" he chuckled coldly “I guess it would kinda hurt, but I’d really understand. It was fun but I guess it just doesn’t really fit-" His sentence was cut off when Yoongi turned his face and kissed him with such force that Tae gasped in his mouth. Yoongi used that opportunity to slide his tongue in Taehyungs mouth. It felt desperate and needy and it was everything that Tae needed in that moment. His hands covered Yoongis that cupped his face, holding them in place.

“Don't say stupid things like that!” Yoongi whispered against his lips, giving him a last peck before pulling back.

“We wanted to give you time, to get used to everything. We didn't know we were making you feel like that.” Yoongi explained.

“But we want you.” Hoseok added, his voice rough as he turned Tae to look at him. “We definitely want you.”

And then he crashed their lips together too. And wow. It was the first time they kissed since that almost nonexistencial peck all these weeks back and maybe Tae was greedy but really who cares. He wrapped his arms around Hoseoks neck pulled him impossibly close while leaning back on the couch, causing Hoseok to basically lay on top of him. In the process he reached out to his side, searching for the other one of his beautiful men. Yoongi got the hint and took Taes hand interlacing their fingers.

“Can-" He gulped “Can we go to the bedroom?” Tae asked shyly.

“Are you sure?” Hoseok asked and chuckled at Taehyungs furious nodding.

Yoongi stood up first and helped Tae up, Hoseok following them quickly. Maybe it was a bit soon but so what. Some people fuck at the first date.

The youngest went straight for the bed watching as the other two looked at him slightly amused, slightly endeared. Yoongi crawled over to him, sitting down next to him and watching Hoseok. The latter smirked and took off his shirt before joining them. Tae couldn't take his eyes off him, he was so stunning. His hand went straight to Hoseoks chest, feeling the muscles twitch under his touch, the smoothness of his skin, his warmth.

He gulped again, looking up to see both Yoongi and Hoseok grinning back at him. Hoseok leaned down to kiss him again with so much passion that Tae moaned against his lips. He felt Yoongis hand starting to fiddle with his shirt and shoving the hem up to the point where Taehyung pulled back to take it off completely.

He then turned to Yoongi, motioning him to take his shirt off as well, leaving them all bare chested. Impatiently Tae pulled both of them down, wanting to feel their skin against his. Yoongi dived right in, pressing his face against the youngest neck and nibbling at the skin there.

“You have no idea for how long I wanted this.” Hoseok murmured.

'Same' Tae thought as he took his hand and interlaced their fingers. He was in complete bliss of finally having the weight of his insecurities gone.

The night flew past them, with their bodies dancing together none of them paid attention to things like time. Dawn had already started once they flopped on the bed together, laying pressed together in one small pile of human. Taehyung was absolutely exhausted and he was pretty sure neither him nor Yoongi would walk much the following days but he didn’t regret it one bit. He sighed happily, hearing even breathing to his left and soft snoring to his right. In this very moment he was so sure that this is his place, this is where he belongs, where he is supposed to be.

Luckily it was Friday, or more like Saturday by now so they could stay in bed and laze around all weekend. Yoongi was the first to wake up, probably some when around noon. He pressed a kiss to Taes shoulder and Hoseoks arm (since it was the only thing he could reach) and crawled out of bed with a groan on his lips every time his hip ached. Tae woke up only moment later. He blinked sleepily and scratched his head, looking around. Once he saw that Yoongi was gone he decided to get up as well. He carefully tried to peel Hoseok from around him and pulled up a fresh pair of shorts (stolen from Hoseok). He rubbed at his lower back with a grimace on his face when he felt the stiffness of his body. Yoongi chuckled once he saw him waddling into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly of coffee.

“Morning sleepyhead.” The older laughed. Taes hair was sticking up in every direction.

“Morning.” He mumbled back.

“How do you feel?” Yoongi asked and Tae made a grimace again.

“I’m okay, what about you?” He asked back, carefully sliding on a chair, watching Yoongi making breakfast. Yoongi smiled at him.

“I’m used to it. Hope is... well he has a lot of stamina, you know.” Yoongi said and Tae snorted.

“Yeah, I noticed. I came like three times while he just kept going.”

“I know, I was there too.”Yoongi chuckled and looked at something behind Tae. A grin spread on his face. Tae turned around to see Hoseok stumbling into the room, scratching on his bare chest, eyes barely open. He walked over to Tae and slung his arms over his shoulders from behind and buried his face in his neck. Tae giggled as Hoseok started to nibble at his neck.

“How are my two lovely boyfriends?” Hoseok murmured against Taes skin. Technically they never officially agreed to be boyfriends but no one said anything against it.

“We are fine, hope.” Yoongi laughed and handed both of the a cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry for last night, I got a bit carried away.” Hoseok mumbled and started to massage Taes lower back. Yoongi walked around the kitchen isle and joined the pair. Tae pulled him onto his lap and Hoseok slung his free arm around his middle.

“We are gonna make this work, right?” Tae asked quietly and snuggled closer to Yoongi. The older hummed lowly.

“I think we will. We just have to promise each other to be honest and speak up if something bothers us. Like you did yesterday.” Yoongi stated.

“That was really brave of you.” Hoseok agreed, pressing a kiss to Taes hair.

“Stop!” Tae giggled a little flustered.

“You know what people say,” Hoseok said brightly “All good things come in threes.”

Yoongi groaned but smiled anyway.

[Bonus]

"Can you please finally tell me what the hell happened in that bathroom of mine?" Jimin pressed. Tae smiled sheepishly.

"A lot. Basically I was an idiot and you were right and I should have listened to you and been honest and all this chaos could have been prevented." He admitted, staring at the ceiling. Jimin inhaled deeply.

"I'm not saying I told you so, but that's exactly what I'm saying." Jimin pouted. Tae looked over to his best friend who was laying next to him.

"Maybe your bathroom has magical match making skills we didn't know of. Somehow both our love stories started in there." Tae chuckled.

"Hmm, maybe I should make a business of it. We'll just lock couples in there until one of them cries or vomits. What could possibly go wrong?" Jimin joked.

"You mean except of the slight chance of us getting sued?" Jimin giggled and slapped Taes chest lightly.

"I can't believe you'll have threesomes on a regular basis now." The dancer mumbled. Taehyung snorted.

"It sounds like a lot of work to be honest. Isn't it exhausting?" Jimin asked and Taehyung couldn't help but love.

"Hobi does most of the work, so it's fine. He-" His sentence got cut off.

"Yah, actually I don't wanna know after all. But I'm happy for you, TaeTae." The two friends smiled at each other.

"I'm happy too."

[Thanks for reading! :)]

#bts #fanfiction #bts fanfiction #taegiseok #Kim Taehyung #Jung Hoseok #Min Yoongi #all good things come in threes 2 #Barista Taehyung #Polyamory #Coffee shops #Jimin is still a real one #side jikook #food poisoning #happy end

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crush! seongwoo [part 2]

member: ong seongwoo

summary: having ong seongwoo as your crush could be the best thing ever but… it’s not. part 2!!!! [PART 1 IS HERE]

genre: ???

a/n: so i said i was still thinking about whether to do this plot for part 2 right and just now i had like the biggest light bulb ever for this one but idk if this is okay....angst or fluff... you guys will have to read to find out hehe edit after doing this 3 hours straight at one sitting: this was long and wow.... pls...appreciate this...sobs.....

it has been 3 months since you see seongwoo and honestly you were glad you could bear the pain of not seeing him during the semester break

you did occasionally think about him though, especially when you scroll through your instagram and saw him posting pictures of him with his friends

and most of times you were in awe at his smile, like you could feel the genuine smile he had on whenever he’s around people

and you did get invites to hang out with him and his friends, those who were in the same unit as you and seongwoo last time, but you rejected those invitations because you were ‘busy’

seongwoo and his friends eventually stopped asking you, which you were somewhat relief yet sad

relief because you can move on from crushing on seongwoo

sad because you couldn’t see him at all

and slowly you just got used to it. not seeing seongwoo was beginning to becoming nothing to you

but semester break had ended and you’re busy looking for your lecture room and it’s chemistry and you honestly really dislike chemistry but you had to take it since it was the only unit that wasn’t full

you finally found your lecture room and there was a few empty seats left and to your luck, you see one of your previous coursemate

you quietly go to the seat, tapping your coursemate’s shoulder, “hey daniel, is this seat taken?”

daniel smiles upon seeing you and he shakes his head, patting the seat softly, “it’s all yours”

you sigh happily as you sit down, before taking out your notebook and pen, preparing to whatever the lecturer is about to talk about

“i didn’t expect you would take chemistry, y/n”

you turn your head to look at daniel, chuckling at his statement

“i had no other choice, the other units i wanted were full”

“i heard the same from seongwoo, he said the only unit left was the one he dislike and--”

“seongwoo? you mean ong seongwoo?”

daniel stares at you, before nodding his head with his right eyebrow rise in confusion

“don’t we both know only one seongwoo here?”

“...true. that means.... he’s going to these lectures?”

“not technically... he said he hates it so he’s planning to skip the lectures, plus he’s a smart guy so he’ll be fine”

“thank god”

daniel looks at you, obvious that he couldn’t hear your last words, so you just shakes your head a little with a smile to assure him it’s nothing

that chemistry lecture was bearable with the fact that daniel was beside you, doodling around and making jokes once in a while

and to be honest that two hours lecture actually went fast and you both are already leaving the room

“i’m glad you’re in that unit, y/n, or else i would’ve been sleeping within that five minutes when lecture started”

“same goes for me, daniel. i would’ve just gone to sleep the moment--”

before you could even finish your sentence, you could see seongwoo appearing in your vision, coming from the front where you and daniel are standing

“um, daniel, i have to go now. i gotta go to my next unit. i’ll see you in the next lecture?”

“oh yeah, sure”

daniel smiles and waves goodbye at you, and you return the wave and your eyes shifted to look at seongwoo

and seongwoo is looking back at you and there’s a rush of panic in you as he gets closer and you just give him a quick smile before walking away from daniel

so you manage to escape from ‘meeting’ seongwoo, and honestly your heart is still beating fast when you saw him just now and you hated it

you let out a frustrating sigh as you walk aimlessly at the campus because apparently you don’t have any schedule after your chemistry lecture. basically you just told a lie to daniel just to get away from the ‘other guy’

and luckily daniel told you that seongwoo won’t be attending the lectures so you won’t be seeing him at all

but some things just don’t go as plan because the moment you enter your next lecture for chemistry, you see daniel with someone who is sitting on your seat

and it isn’t hard to figure out it’s ong seongwoo because you practically can see seongwoo talking to daniel, his side view come onto your sight and your heart skips a beat AGAIN seeing him and you’re irritated because this guy won’t leave from your head and heart anytime soon

you tried to find a new seat which you fail to do so and daniel spots you easily and he calls you out and everyone just looks at you..... yes, you got embarrassed

daniel is oblivious though, he keeps calling you and you’re like nodding multiple times for him to shut up and then you see seongwoo just silently sitting on YOUR seat

and actually there’s an empty seat beside seongwoo but you refuse to sit there because of the obvious reason

but kang daniel won’t shut up and your lecturer is staring at you and you just go ‘fuck it’

so you finally take your seat beside seongwoo and you could feel this awkward tension because seongwoo stays quiet and it’s rare for him to do

suddenly you just miss him cracking up jokes to and with you or even just him greeting you

daniel realizes, and he’s confused because you and seongwoo were always okay with each other

“what’s wrong with you both?”

“nothing” “nothing”

daniel gets more confused but he lets it aside and looks at you

“seongwoo said he’s going to the lectures because apparently he said ‘he’s scared that he’s not that good enough for this unit’ but i think he’ll do well”

“why are you talking about me like as if i’m not here?”

daniel changes his direction to seongwoo and he’s like “you’re not here. ong seongwoo has never been quiet like this before, so hence you’re not here right now”

you actually find that funny so you laugh, but you quieten down because apparently seongwoo is now looking at you

“sorry” you mutter out, but you had no idea why you’re apologizing at him and seongwoo just looks away from you

“anyways, i think the three of us together seems fun, right?”

you nod halfheartedly as you try to lessen the whole awkwardness with seongwoo by focusing back to the lecture

and it’s hard for you to do that because ong seongwoo decides to write something on your paper and the words come out small and you have to squint your eyes to read them

‘how was your semester break?’

you stare at the words, before taking your pencil and placing it on the paper

‘it was fine’

seongwoo scribbles more words onto the paper and your eyes just follow along his hand and then he lets go for you to read

‘what did you do?’

you take longer time to answer him that question and really, you’re just puzzled because you have no idea where this is going but still, you write down on the paper

‘just eating...sleeping... those usual stuff’

but seongwoo suddenly stops writing, his pencil remains on his table without him touching it anymore and somehow you’re a little sad about it but you shake the thought off, finally concentrating back to the lecture

you continue to note down some points from the lecture and smiling over your dumb spelling mistakes and seongwoo sees you doing that and his lips secretly smile

his hand grab onto the pencil again as it moves onto your paper and you flinch a little, he could sense you’re looking at him

he writes down on the paper, letting it go right after the lecture ends, making everyone rushes to pack their bag

daniel slings his arm around seongwoo as they stand up from their seats, making their way out of the room

“we have to go to our band meeting, y/n. we’ll see you around!” daniel bid you goodbye and leaves with seongwoo

you’re left stun by daniel’s quick goodbye before you chuckle over it as you slowly pack your stuff

which your eyes land on the last note seongwoo had wrote down on your paper and you read it

‘i miss you.��

your heart stops beating, and you could feel yourself not able to breathe properly and it’s silly for you to think the possible reasons but you made a conclusion that he misses you as a friend kind of thing

and you keep telling yourself that but you still could not believe seongwoo wrote that down and you’re not going to lie but it made you a little happy to read it.....

like who wouldn’t like it when their crush says that to them to be honest......and yes, ong seongwoo is still your crush, no matter how hard you try to avoid the feelings

so you let your heart take control of you yet again, going back to square one where you fall for seongwoo a lot more than you wanted it to be

seongwoo also remains oblivious of it, because you start to talk to him like the way you always used to do and joke around more, and you’re fine with him as your crush now because you just can’t shove away the feelings for seongwoo because you see him more often now

but there is still some tension whenever the whole ‘not meeting at all for hang outs’ is brought up, by daniel

and seongwoo would just shut daniel up with ‘they just want to take a break from you because you’re wild as hell, daniel’

daniel sulks after that which you softly glare at seongwoo from saying that but he just shrugs it off

“i was just busy with some stuff, that’s all”

“yeah, right”

you look at seongwoo after he had said that and he’s looking back at you, his eyes are burning through yours and you suddenly feel angry because he had no rights to use that sarcastic tone when he knows nothing

so you left them, as you find yourself a new seat (luckily) and you huff in anger silently

and daniel looks shock over what you did and he’s asking seongwoo what is going on and seongwoo just stays quiet and feels frustrated at himself

when the lecture is over, you quickly just shove everything into your bag because you had no intention to see seongwoo’s face

although you feel bad for daniel but your heart got the best of you so the first thing to do is avoid ong seongwoo

but unfortunately, the moment you had left the room, you feel your wrist being held and you turn around to see seongwoo with no expression at all

“hey... what’s wrong with you two?”

daniel turn breathless, apparently, he had to run up to you both as he tried to catch up with seongwoo who left to get to you

“i need to talk to y/n. can you please leave us alone, daniel?”

seongwoo’s eyes are still looking at you and it makes you nervous and you just wanted daniel to save you from this anxiousness

but daniel nods slowly, obeying whatever seongwoo tells him and he leaves you both alone

you mentally curse seeing daniel disappearing from your sight and you’re now with seongwoo

“why were you avoiding me?”

“i wasn’t avoiding you, seongwoo”

“okay. fine. i get it. you hate me”

“hate you? no. i don’t hate you, seongwoo”

seongwoo furrows his eyebrows tightly, like he still couldn’t connect what has been going on with you

“look, it’s complicated. i don’t know how to explain this” you tell him, your lips let out a sigh

he says nothing back and lets go of your hand as he sees your lips not smiling like usual or the laughter that he barely hears anymore

“is it really that hard? i just want to know why for one second you’re fine with me and then suddenly you’re just not”

“i...i’m just trying to feel happy with everything but i just can’t”

he looks at you and you’re hoping that you won’t break down right in front of him because he isn’t showing anything on his face at all and it hurts you

his lips move in hesitation before he says

“remember i told you about my crush?”

and that triggers you by a lot and you just want to leave him but his eyes gaze at you deeply and it draws you in

“i told you that i love them...and to see them happy, makes me happy”

and you nod, feeling your heart slowly and painfully shatters

“and i see them not happy right now and that makes me feel upset”

you dare yourself to reply him, even though you’re at the edge of crying because ong seongwoo still wants to talk about his crush to you

“why don’t you make them happy again?”

“i tried. and it doesn’t work. apparently my crush is a one stubborn person”

“then you should try talking to them again. and maybe they’ll be happy again because of you”

“it’s not that simple. they’re avoiding me at first and then talks to me sometimes and just leaves me alone right after. how do i even confess to them if they keep leaving?”

“....then maybe you should stop liking them?”

“should i do that?”

you see seongwoo waiting for your answer and you feel trap over his stares

“no. because like you told me last time.... you would be happy if you see your crush happy and seongwoo, you deserve to be happy”

suddenly seongwoo grabs a hold of your arms and he’s looking at you, like as if he’s pleading, as a sigh left his lips

“then please be happy. i want you to be happy. please.”

“what do you mean you want me to be happy--”

“i like you. all this time, i’ve been liking you and it’s killing me because you’re drifting away from me... and i couldn’t do anything”

“you like m-me? but how and why-- you told me your crush was someone else”

“i...couldn’t tell you the truth because i was afraid... that you don’t like me back because i keep bothering you and you rejected those invites i asked you so i thought you got annoyed.... which is understandable... and i did try to move on because it’s for you to be happy without me but every time i think about you.... i miss you. a lot. i really miss you, y/n”

“--and when i found out that you’re taking the same unit as me from daniel, it felt like it’s time to tell you the truth. that’s why i came to the lectures. but the look on your face when you see me, makes me wonder if i can even make you happy at all... and i want to stop trying but i see you smile and hear your jokes makes me want to stay. to stay with you longer”

you couldn’t process the things he said to you and honestly you’re really speechless because all these times....you and seongwoo were suffering together because of each....other.....

and it’s so dumb for you both because none of you bother to confess directly, which made it a lot complicated as hell

and you just want to curse at yourself because seongwoo is unhappy all along... and it’s because of you.... because of you

which it finally hit you that you both actually like each other... (alot).... and that seongwoo hasn’t realized you have a crush on him too

so you just smile and it’s that old smile that you have on whenever you think of seongwoo, the one that gives you butterflies in your stomach and heart fluttering

and seongwoo looks confused because he still doesn’t get it at all but he feels your head on his chest and your arms circling around his waist

“we’re so dumb”

seongwoo gets more confused but he gets shy all of the sudden because you’re hugging him tightly and he’s like panicking because people are witnessing this but at the same time he likes it so much

“i like you too, you idiot. like since i got to know you”

and you feel seongwoo’s body tense up before he relaxes and his arms hugs you back and he doesn’t even care about the pda you both showing

because hello you both have suffered a lot keeping the whole crushing on each other a secret

you both hug for awhile and let go of each other and your faces are blushing red. it’s cute

“so....when you said you love them... did it meant you love me?”

seongwoo scratches his neck, avoiding your playful eyes and lips, as he looks away, “maybe”

you laugh, and it’s the laugh that he adores and he smiles hearing it

“i really do love you though”

your heart makes a quick flip because that’s the first time he actually tells you and you can’t help but to become shy

and ong seongwoo has the tendency to tease you with his arm sling onto your shoulder as he brings you a lot closer to him

and you try to push him away but he’s too strong for you and he goes

“just so you know, i’m not letting you go anytime soon because i’ve been waiting for this moment to happen and it finally happened and i think we both deserve to be happy so let’s go get ourselves some delicious food to begin our official beautiful relationship”

you cringe a little but honestly it’s ong seongwoo, and you love everything about him and you see him holding your hands that fit perfectly, smiling widely and happily

and all of those are because of you

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