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heeheesang · 1 year

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xoxo cupid crush

ep. 11

made up?

"hey, are you attending our performance later..?" juyeon asked as he came up to me beside my locker with changmin.

"i have to suppprt right? i wouldn't miss it for the world... how's class?" i asked as i accompanied them to their dance lesson.

it's been almost a month or so since i've left dance class and i've never been more focused in my studies. it's been lonely without sunwoo, i admit i kinda miss him, but it just makes me so annoyed whenever i see him.

"class is nothing without my co-chairman. promise you're coming later on?" changmin said, pouting and holding my hands. i nodded and smiled at the way his dimples showed, "of course, changmin. i promise."

"how's things between you and the sun?" juyeon asked as they both started practicing for their dance.

"i've never talked to since since that day, i just can't bare to see him. even in classes."

"he talks about you, you know? he cried to me, talking about how he misses you and how he shouldn't have done this and done that." juyeon agreed to whatever changmin had said.

"doesn't look like it in class! he's having a fun time talking to yubin everytime and distracting the whole class."

"jealous?" yubin suddenly came out of nowhere and we all rolled our eyes, just when i thoight i escaped her.

"why would i be? just know that if you break sunwoo's heart or anything, you're dead meat. i may not be talking to him but if i see him crying, i'm coming after you." i threatened her.

"i'll see you guys tonight, all the best for your performance ju, min." i bid my goodbyes before heading back home to rest and change.

i put on my headphones and played my favourite song, putting it on the loudest volume and scrolling through instagram while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. a post of sunwoo and yubin popped up... wow they're really close...

once the green light flashed from the reflection of my phone, i crossed the street but was pulled back onto the side walk by someone and a car zoomed past me. i took my headphones off, getting ready to thank the person.

"be more careful next time..." his voice rang in my ears before i could even turn around.

i was going to walk off when he pulled me back again, "yeongji... can we please talk..?"

"i'm sorry do i know you? if i don't, then there's nothing to talk about."

"yeongji, c'mon.."

"i have to go."

with that, i ran off home with tears brimming at my eyes. why did i say that? i didn't mean to say that... was that too mean? i mean, he should've seen it coming right..? once i got hoem, i started changing immediately.

i was wearing a vintage white dress given to me by my grandmother and a black shoulder bag. we all met outside the school gates and walked to the auditorium together, getting a few drinks and getting a table.

"yeongji..?! haerim..?! yujin..?! oh my god! you look so good!" juyeon and changmin complimented and we got shy, "thank you~ you both look great as well. where's sunny?"

"i'm here!! you look so good yeongji!! juyeon, help us take a picture!" sunny pulled me off my chair and posed with us as we took the picture. i was going to go back to my seat when i felt something cold with my back.

"oh gosh! i'm so sorry~ i must've tripped~"

oh my fucking god.

"oh my— fucking god. you did not."

"i said sorry~" yubin smirked and fist bumped her little minions.

"you little motherfucker, i'll show you what's sorry!" i was about to punch her but almost everyone was looking at us so i held it back. plus, i was wearing a dress and she wasn't.

"what? can't throw a punch? how about another?" she took her friend's cup and dunked it on my head, the liquid was rather thick. it was fucking syrup.

"oh? you gonna cry? what about this?!" she took out a bleach bottle and was going to throw it at me when someone held her back.

"yubin!" sunwoo yelled in her ear and the girls ran to my sides immediately upon hearing sunwoo's scream.

"sunwoo... i... i can explain!"

"there's nothing to fucking explain. i thought you changed. you said you would stop messing around with my friends and i after you got that dance spot."

"she threw water at me!"

"you fucking bitch... you're not even wet!" haerim was going to rip her hair off but yujin and i held her back, we all know how feral haerim can go after taking those taekwando lessons...

"apologise to yeongji."

"no, what the fuck?? she deserves it! you should be with me! not some slut like her!"

"what the fuck, did you call me?" i asked, grabbing a cup full of peach tea from the side and pouring it over her head, "a fucking slut..? you say?"

"you bitch." she threw a punch and sunwoo pulled her back by her hair.

"i didn't even fucking care about you, i thought you really changed. now fuck off my friends and i before i rip your wig off."

the crowd gasped, a wig?! she quickly ran off with her minions and sunwoo went towards me, i took a step back. he quickly grabbed my chin and gently pushed my head to turn and looked at the bruise from the punch, "c'mon, i'll help you."

i was holding on to yujin and haerim but they pretended i wasn't holding them and let my hand go, letting sunwoo have more advantage. but when i didn't move from a spot for quite some time, he picked me off my feet and carried me bridal style to the first aid room.

"ouch.." i winced when he pressed a cold pack onto the bruise.

"i'm sorry, yeongji..."

i kept quiet.

"she made me... 'kick' you off the team and we had a deal. if she got the spot, she would leave us alone but clearly... she didn't. i really missed talking to you, i missed hugging you, gossiping with you, studying with you, and even sitting next to you in classes." he said as he checked my arm for any other bruise.

"i know." i said, wincing when he accidentally pressed too hard.

"changmin and juyeon told me, you cried about me." he cursed under his breath and let out a small laugh before agreeing.

"let's make a deal. no more making new suspicious friends and let's stay together. like we always did," sunwoo said and i agreed, we sat down for an hour talking about whatever and he waited for me outside the ladies room to clean off my hair. he even gave me his jacket to cover the back stain of my dress.

"i missed you so much."

"me too."

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andreafmn · 3 years

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Collision - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,434

Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at it’s first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 1/?

A/N: There’s no Cullen’s in the first chapter, we’ll see them soon though. Also, Esme is in the story but her and Carlisle are not together romantically. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

Going back home felt bizarre for (Y/N). It had been 4 years since she had moved away from the La Push Reservation on a scholarship to a prep boarding school in Seattle. Although students were expected to go back home during summer break, she spent her time in summer taking college classes or attending internships in the area, so going back didn’t fit into her plans.

But she had just graduated from high school and decided that taking a gap year could not hurt. Seeing her family wouldn’t be that bad either.

(Y/N) Uley had not reunited physically with Sam and Allison Uley since she left for school, only calling occasionally but always being to busy for anything else. The mother and son duo had grown accustomed to the short phone calls and vague emails they would receive from their studious family member. The Uley siblings used to be a very close pair, being only a year apart helped their bond. But since (Y/N) had invested all her energy into her high school career, their relationship rapidly dissipated; replaced by untold secrets and life-changing details.

The Uley girl had no idea what was in store when she went back home. She had left when she was 14 and was coming back an 18-year-old with a high school diploma and a bachelor’s degree. (Y/N) had always been an over achiever and applying to the school she had and taking dual enrollment was no surprise to her mother and brother.

The bus ride from Seattle to La Push lasted almost eight hours, so (Y/N) equipped herself with two books, plenty of snacks, and a fully charged iPod to handle the ride. She had gotten the earliest ride available always enjoying the intriguing mystery that 3 am travels brought. Her brown eyes surveyed the curious characters that voyaged alongside her a young woman sat with a sleeping baby in her arms, the dark circles under her eyes signaled the baby was still a newborn getting adapted to a sleep schedule; there was a middle-aged man, his eyes attached to a computer and a briefcase tight to his side; there were two teenagers, backpacks at their feet and shared headphones in between them. They were wearing light blue polo shirt and her school insignia embroidered on the left side of their shirt. She had seen them in passing, two freshmen still energetic and excited for their school life. She looked at them and smiled, remembering being in their shoes four years ago.

Four hours in, (Y/N) had finished one book, and the bus made its first stop in Port Angeles, the place where everyone that traveled with her got off. It wasn’t surprising to see from the top of her book as everyone got off, she didn’t recognize any of them from the reservation so it would have been surprising if any of them had stayed in the bus. For the next four hours, (Y/N) continued to read her second book surrounded by a comforting silence. The sun had risen about an hour ago and a nice warmth was streaming from the bus window and (Y/N) felt herself drift in bliss.

Her eyes fluttered open once again when she felt the bus finally rolling to a stop. She blinked a few times as she adjusted her vision to the bright midday sun and her brain restarted normal functions. The brunette gathered the bag with her travel companions and got up from the chair she had been glued to for eight hours.

“Have a good day,” the driver chimed as (Y/N) was walking down the bus.

“You too, drive safe!” The girl smiled and got her two suitcases out of the side of the bus.

(Y/N) got startled as she felt two arms wrap around her midriff and quickly swung her elbow back.

“Woah, woah, careful with those arms, (Y/N). It’s just me,” the girl turned around, a gleaming grin adorning her face.

“Sam!” She jumped onto the open arms of her older brother, seeing the years that had passed on his tired face.

“Look at you, darling. All grown up,” Allison Uley smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Mom, I’ve missed you.” (Y/N) hugged her mother tightly, noticing the difference in heights of her and her mother. Another thing she noticed was the strain between her mother and her brother. Before she left, they all had a very close relationship but now it felt like so many things had interlaced into their bond. “Let’s go home yeah?”

“I’m, actually I gotta go to my house,” Sam scratched the back of his neck.

“What house?” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I moved out, but I’ll come over for your welcome dinner.”

“Sam, she just came back. Don’t you wanna spend time with your sister?” Allison begged, wanting to have both of her children under the same roof again.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t, mom. Leave it.” Sam sighed. “I’ll see you at dinner, (Y/N).”

He kissed the top of his sister’s head and left. He wanted to tell them the whole truth, but he knew he couldn’t. Knowing that information would put them in a level of danger that he didn’t want them to be aware of.

(Y/N) stared at the retreating figure of his brother as he ran down the street, leaving her and their mother.

“What’s up with him?”

“Oh darling, if only I knew.” Allison sighed grabbing one of the suitcases her daughter had brought. “Let’s just head to the house so you can rest.”

“Yeah, let’s.” (Y/N) gave Allison a comforting smile and wheeled the second suitcase towards the truck.

The drive home was as short as she remembered, and the house hadn’t changed a bit. She walked up the steps to the porch and opened the old wooden door; it still made the same creaking sound. The house still smelled of seawater and pine, an odd mix but a comforting scent. (Y/N) regretted all the summers she missed here and all the days she spent away from her family.

She made her way up the stairs and entered the first door to the right. She ran her fingers through the stickers she had pasted on there when she was 13: a wolf, a rainbow, a heart, and a picture of her family. Her name still carved at the highest point of the door and she smiled at the memory of that. She sat atop Sam’s shoulder when she was just 12 years old, a trembling hand holding a pick as she carved as best as she could the name “(Y/N)”.

The doorknob as it was turned let out a squeaky groan and the door needed an extra push to open. The room had not changed at all. The walls were still painted a light green, the light switch still had the pink princess cover, the bedding had the little purple butterflies embroidered on them, and the pillows were all pink and purple. In a corner rested the five boxes (Y/N) had sent to the house from her dorm room.

“It hasn’t changed a bit,” (Y/N) commented as she felt her mother’s presence behind her.

“I didn’t want to change it until you came back,” Allison smiled. “But I’m sure you’d like to give this place a bit of a makeover.”

“Definitely,” she laughed. “I think I’ll go to Port Angeles this weekend, doing some shopping can’t hurt.”

“That’s true.” Allison side hugged her daughter as she laughed. She headed towards the door but stopped when she was called upon by her daughter.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“By any chance, do you know where Sam’s living?” Allison’s body stiffened but shared the information with her daughter. Maybe she could figure out why he’d just disappeared.

(Y/N) was surprised to hear he was living with a girl she barely knew. She knew of Emily Young through Leah Clearwater, but not much after that. Last thing she had heard Leah and Sam had been dating. She certainly had missed some very important pivotal points in her brother’s life.

The house wasn’t far, so she decided to walk there. Upon arrival she could feel the warm and inviting aura that the quaint house emanated. The blue door called to her as she knocked on it. It finally opened and revealed her brother.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to see my big brother. Is that such a crime?” She laughed.

“No, of course. Come in,” he smiled begrudgingly. “I don’t have much time so we gotta make this quick.”

“Wow, feeling the love there,” she chuckled passing through the doorframe.

“There’s just some things that I have to do before dinner tonight.”

“It’s okay, I get it. I just wanted to ask if you could help me on the weekend with my room. I’m bringing it four years into the present, gotta make sure it looks like an 18-year-old sleeps there.”

“Yeah, I’ll come over Sunday afternoon and help you then. Anything else you need?”

“Well, not exactly, but it wouldn’t help to catch up. You know make up for four years of chit chat conversations and get me up to date with at the happenings in your life.”

“There’s not much to say other than I moved out and I’m engaged.” He said nonchalantly.

“Excuse me?! You’re engaged and failed to mention that to me?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, (Y/N).”

“Yes, it is, Sam! You’re getting married and this is the first I’m ever hearing of this or the fact that you moved out or the fact that you’re engaged to your ex-girlfriend’s cousin. I think it is a big deal.”

“Okay, yeah. Kind of a long story on that one.”

“Enough time to tell it to me?” Sam hesitated. He could hear Emily’s truck approaching and two male voices coming back from patrol. He needed to get (Y/N) out of the house before they got here.

“Maybe another time. I’ll call you on Sunday, yeah?” Sam asked as he nudged his sister out of his house.

“I guess.” (Y/N) mumbled as she was pushed out the front door. “Bye.”

“See ya.” Sam kissed the side of her head and closed the door.

(Y/N) left the house with more questions about her brother that she had begun with but didn’t want to press on. There was no use if he wasn’t going to talk, so she walked back home.

Her mother had gone out, possibly grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, giving (Y/N) time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. She walked up the stairs and into her room, plopping down on the bed not caring how she landed. All she wanted was to close her eyes and rest.

By six in the afternoon her eyes fluttered open once again. She could smell the dinner her mother had been cooking. The room had darkened as the sun was going down and thankfully her mother had turned on a lamp for (Y/N) to have some vision. The girl got up from bed and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase to take a quick shower before dinner. She stripped all her clothes off and let the water wash away all the hours of the day. As soon as the water started turning cold, she shut it off and got out.

For a second, (Y/N) stopped and stared at herself in the mirror above the sink. She barely recognized the girl staring back. The bags under her eyes were deeper than the last time she had seen herself in this specific mirror, her cheekbones were more defined than before, her skin paler than usual since she hadn’t really seen the sun in a while.

It didn’t take her long to change into some new clothes and head downstairs, where she saw her mother on the phone. Disappointment evident in her eyes.

“Sam, it’s your sister… please… ok, fine. Just don’t flake on her on Sunday,” Allison sighed, turning off her phone and slamming it on the counter.

“Everything okay, mom?”

“Oh, yeah, darling. Your brother won’t be able to join us, but Billy and Jacob, and the Clearwaters are on their way, and I also invited Charlie and Bella Swan. I hope you don’t mind that they join in.”

“No, I don’t mind. What about Paul?”

“You know I’ve never liked that boy, honey.” (Y/N) stared at her mother. Refusing to continue the conversation until Allison answered the question. “I did invite him, but he couldn’t come.”

“I love seeing you make an effort,” (Y/N) laughed and kissed her mother on the cheek. “I’ll set the table.”

“Thank you, darling.”

(Y/N) grabbed the 10 plates needed for the night and the respective cutlery. She still remembered how her mother liked the table arranged and set it as such. She set the vase filled with fresh flowers in the middle of the table, leaving space on the sides for the dinner platters. The arrival of the guests was soon after. (Y/N) had grown alongside Jacob and Leah, and on the summers, she would spend her times with the Swan girl. Once Seth was born, he became very close with the Uley girl.

“My oh my, (Y/N), how you’ve grown.” Billy Black grabbed Uley’s hand and smiled up at her, with the warmness that summer brought.

“Indeed, I have, and you haven’t aged a day in four years. What’s your secret?”

“It’s in the genes,” he laughed alongside the young girl. She’d always been a charmer, he thought “You remember my boy, Jacob, right?”

“How could I ever forget? Hey, Jake!”

“How you’ve been, (Y/N)?” Jacob approached his friend and wrapped her in a hug. “Been an awful long time.”

“Four years, that’s not much,” she smiled. “Come in.”

The father and son duo entered the house, and next came the Clearwaters. Harry, Sue, and Seth. No Leah. They had always been close to the Uleys, a bit of divide coming after the rupture between the eldest offspring of each family.

“Oh, wow, where has the time gone?” Sue commented, greeting the girl with a tight hug.

“4 years really do go by quick, don’t they?”

“They sure do, Harry.” (Y/N) smiled, motioning the couple in.

Finally, Seth walked in and engulfed (Y/N) in a tight hug. The girl was 5 years his elder, but he considered her one of his best friends. Seth and Paul were the only two people (Y/N) kept in close contact other than her family. For some time, Paul and (Y/N) had drifted apart but Seth always sent his monthly excited letters, updating her on what he had been up to.

“I missed you, (Y/N)!” Little Seth spoke into a bundle of brunette hair.

“I missed you too, Seth.” She smiled as he walked past her, joining his parents.

The last to enter were Sheriff Swan and Bella. The cop smiled at the girl and gave her a quick hug, commenting on how much she had grown, a low chuckle leaving his throat. Bella entered with hunched shoulders, possibly not wanting to be there but she still smiled at her old friend. Vague memories filled the girls’ heads of summer play dates and days at the beach.

“It’s been quite some time, huh?” Bella muttered.

“It sure has. It’s great to see you again,” (Y/N) smiled. “How have you liked Forks now that you’re back full time. Still hating cold weather?”

“Yeah,” the pale girl chuckled. “But it has its better days.”

The girls joined in a quick giggled before joining the rest of the group at the dinner table. Allison had already set the table and had said her hellos to the group.

The three males had engaged in sports conversations and the teens were all huddled in the kitchen munching on cheese and crackers and engaging in small chit chat.

“So, (Y/N), 18 and already a degree, how does that feel?” Jacob asked, stuffing his mouth with cheese and ham.

“Well, as good as it can be. Don’t know exactly what I’m gonna do now. All I know is that I’m taking a year off and taking a breather for the first time.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I just can’t believe you’d spend all this time going to school, twice as much. I don’t like school at all,” Seth chimed in, picking apart the cheese and filling his mouth.

“So, you spent these past four years studying, including your summers?” Bella added.

“That’s correct,” (Y/N) smiled. “And now I have a degree and nothing to do with it.”

The group chuckled and moved towards the adults as they were being called to dinner. In the center of the table was a big platter of spaghetti and meatballs, (Y/N)’s favorite food, a tray of toasted garlic bread, and a bowl of a colorful mix of spring salad.

(Y/N) always enjoyed her mother’s cooking. Even on her saddest days, Allison’s cooking could warm her heart at any time. She and her mother had a very close relationship, even after four years of distance. Since her father left early in her life, her mother had always tried her hardest to make sure both her children were loved and cared for. And she stayed wondering where she had gone wrong with Sam and hoping (Y/N) didn’t stray away as her eldest had.

The dinner group had all taken their seats at the dinner table and were passing around the various platters, serving themselves their desired portions. Jacob and Seth were overfilling their plates, receiving a laugh from their respective parents. Charlie, Harry, and Billy were filling their plates with more protein than carbohydrates and the moms at the table smiled at the males engulfing the meatballs. (Y/N) looked around the table and smiled. It had been a long time since she had sat down with the important people in her life and was relaxed, even if two of them were missing.

After everyone was served, everything went almost quiet. Some background music could be heard from the living room and the sound of forks hitting plates and mouths chewing filled the environment. Everyone was comfortable with the silence, but there was still one question in everyone’s mind.

“Where’s Sam?” Seth spoke up, voicing everyone’s question. The whole table paused in action and Seth felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Sue softly elbowed her son. “What?”

“It’s okay, Sue,” (Y/N) smiled. “He couldn’t be here, bud.”

“Maybe he was feeling bad, like Leah.” He added earning a burning stare from both his parents.

“Maybe, Seth.”

“I just wanna apologize for our daughter missing this dinner. I know she really wanted to see you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, Harry, it’s really no problem. I’m sure I’ll catch up with her soon enough.” (Y/N) smiled trying to ease the tension felt in the room. She could see her mother gripping her fork tightly as she kept her head down. “But I would also like to apologize on behalf of Sam, I know he wanted to be here.”

Everyone simply nodded and went back to their plates. The rest of the evening was enjoyable. No one mentioned the pair that was missing, and (Y/N)’s past four years were questioned in depth. She had an answer for everything except “What are you gonna do now?”

She didn’t know and that’s what she answered. She mentioned she wanted to study medicine, having finished a degree in biology and always loved taking care of other people. Sue was excited, being a nurse herself. But (Y/N) had landed at a standstill in terms of her life and career. A vast portion of her life had been defined as a student and now that this part was over, she didn’t know who she was.

The dinner festivities were over soon thereafter, leaving Allison and (Y/N) to clean up after the group. The Uley pair put everything away in silence, exhausted from the eventful day. (Y/N) could see as her mother wiped away a few stray tears, sniffling behind her hair. The girl knew better than to bring the topic back up and left her mother with a kiss on the temple and a good night.

Upstairs, (Y/N) prepared herself for bed. The event had drained nay energy still left in her and she plopped down on the bed with a small thud. She had prepared her clothes for the next day, knowing her energy would also be drained but still excited to have this change. Her eyes fluttered close as she heard in the distance her mother’s quiet footsteps on the staircase, darkness overtaking her.

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aiiwa · 4 years

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FMK - kenma, kuroo, yaku. - tumblr is being an absolute pain in my ass and won’t let me answer this directly.

@0ik6lut SAL THIS WAS SO HARD SHSKSKSK I LOVE ALL OF THEM SM

FUCK. yaku morisuke. i been thinkin’ bout him lately...yes.

knowing your boyfriend since high school, it became easier over the years to read him. although yaku never tried to hide his emotions, hot-headed and straight forward; there were some days he’d come home from training, and something about him would just be off. no matter how hard he would try to hide it, you always found out - chastising him for not confiding in you. as his girl friend, all you wanted was to care for him, and you knew exactly how to do so.

“f-fuck, y/n, feels so good.” yaku moans, cocoa coloured eyes set on the lewd sight of you between his legs.

the steady bob of your head was entrancing; the way you swallowed his full length down your tight throat, pink tongue darting out to kitten lick at his balls, before coming back up to suck on his red tip. focused on making yaku feel good and timing your breathing, a mixture of your drool and his essence dribbling down your chin, you know he’s close when he starts throbbing in your warm mouth.

what you don’t expect is for yaku to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your back, to straddle your chest. instinctively your hands press into his toned thighs, as you stare up at him excitedly, already knowing what he wants.

“gonna cum on my face, baby?” you ask, rubbing soothing patterns into his skin, finger tips trailing up towards his tense stomach. “then do it, want you so bad- nghh!”

yaku shoves the tip of his pulsating cock on the flat of your tongue, as he fists himself. you enjoy the way his flushed face contorts in pleasure, the furrow between his brows, the way his sandy locks stick to his forehead. he pumps himself once, twice, three times - before he’s blowing his warm load all over your tongue. praising you through laboured breaths before moving down, and pressing his lips to yours.

MARRY. kozume kenma. he makes me soft, wanna be his wife ahhh.

if you thought sharing a bed with a significant other would take some time getting used to, then try doing so with a professional gamer as a boyfriend. during the couple of years of dating with kenma, it had definitely been trying, learning to fall asleep to the sounds of guns blazing or spell casting from whichever gaming device he had in his grasp as he lay next to you. yet thankfully, by the time the two of you married, it was simply part of your nightly routine.

but now that you were around six months into your first pregnancy, your baby starting to react to sounds and voices, kenma had decided to take some extra measures to ensure you and your little princess’ comfort. he started to wear headphones as he played at night, despite how uncomfortable it was for him as he usually wore them all day during streams and filming videos. you insisted he could continue to play as normal, but he was stubborn.

surprisingly, sleep now evaded you, with the way your baby was constantly shifting around restlessly in your tummy. kenma had begun to worry, with how tired you would look in the mornings, even struggling to hold a nap during the day that was longer than twenty minutes. it took you almost two weeks to figure out what was wrong.

“kenma.” you mumbled, turning around to look at him stretched out beside you. he was just about to slide those ridiculous headphones over his ears, though he halted, golden eyes appraising you questioningly. “please play with the sound on.”

“y/n-”

“-i think she likes the sounds of your games.” you confess, offering a shy smile as you rubbed soft circles around your belly.

“oh…”

your husband seemed almost dumbfounded. reaching a hand out, he presses his warm palm against your rounded belly, feeling the little kicks of your baby girl. shaking his head amusedly, he puts away his headphones, turning the sound up; and instead of leaning back on his pillow, he shuffles down a bit to lay his head on your lap. his cheek resting against the underside of your belly.

and as he starts a new mission for whichever game had caught his interest tonight, only then did you and kenma feel your baby calm down. when you were lulled to sleep by the same sounds that used to keep you up at night, you missed the words your husband whispered to your tummy as he paused his game.

“do you really like the sounds of daddy’s game, princess? you know, mommy used to complain all the time, even threatened to kick me out on the couch a few times. she never did it though...loves me too much.” the subtle tap against his cheek from a kick, has him chuckling, snuggling into your belly more. “i hope that’s you telling me to keep playing instead of trying to kick me out of my own bed.”

KISS. kuroo tetsurou. going to those lame ass work christmas parties with him, yeah that’s the vibe.

it was when your less than sober coworkers began singing along to whichever crappy christmas carol was playing, that you truly started to question your existence. or at most your sanity on why exactly you chose to attend this work party. you were notorious for your lack of attendance to such events - so when you showed up, faux excitement and all, everyone had gaped. yet only one had smirked and winked in your direction.

said coworker was currently seated at one of the of the tables, nursing a red cup filled with punch, watching everyone else disinterestedly. he was the reason you were here right now, and when you finally swallowed your pride and made your way towards him, a nameless, drunken coworker had elbowed your back - sending you right into kuroo’s lap.

“shit!”

“oh? this is a nice surprise.” kuroo teases, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. “finally here to thank me for convincing you to come to this…” dwelling on what exactly to call what was happening before the two of you, you decided to fill in the blank.

“train wreck?”

kuroo blinks once before throwing his head back to laugh. he really had that hyena guffaw down to a tee, but the face a stupid greek god that had a funny feeling in your tummy settle.

“oi, y/n! kuroo!” you both turn at the sound of your names, to find another random coworker off hisface. you were trying so hard to understand what he was trying to say, but felt yourself stiffen once he dangled something over you and kuroo’s heads. “mistletoe!” he cheered.

before you even have a chance to decline, kuroo has slides his hand to hold the back of your neck; turning you to face him and then pressing his lips against yours. your eyes widen in shock, but as he gently caresses your mouth with his, you slowly close your eyes to savour the sweet kiss. moments pass by before he breaks the kiss, forehead against yours as he wears that same teasing grin. no, it’s not teasing, it’s...affectionate.

“i’m glad you came tonight, y/n.” he admits, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

slightly breathless, you whisper - “thank you for convincing me to come.” and then your lips are back on his.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #yaku x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu fmk #haikyuu x reader

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hateswifi · 4 years

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No More Second Chances: Chapter 7

So yep, i think this is the third chapter this month. imma tired, I haven’t slept properly since Sunday. its almost three k words so yeah

The Master: Master List

No More Second Chances: Master List

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Apparently, school had to go on April break for her to get any sleep. Clark and Lois decided that the first half of the week would be spent in Smallville and she couldn’t remember the second place, it’s not even her fault though, people like to talk to her before she can drink coffee.

“Another grandchild! Is this one a clone like Connor?” Aunt Martha asks, pulling everyone into hugs.

“No, Ma, this is the exchange student that we’ve been taking in for the last month and a half, I told you about her,” Clark says, hugging his mom.

“Oh thank god, I don't know how I would react if someone cloned you again, because it was either she is a clone or another one of Bruce’s, but no matter, you’ll be staying Kara’s room,” Martha says, leading the bluenette inside the homey-farm house.

It was fifteen minutes later after she was done getting comfortable that Aunt Martha appears in the doorway. She smiles while saying, “I hope everything is good, I don't know if you want to, but there’s plenty of ingredients if you want to bake. Clark told me that you grew up in a bakery.”

“I would love to, I haven’t baked since before I left home,” Marinette smiles, putting down her sketchbook.

“What are you working on?” Martha asks, taking a seat on Marinette’s bed beside her.

“Oh, these are designs I had to put off because of the move and family issues. Uncle Jagged was understanding but because it’s spring break, I would love to be able to get them to him as soon as possible,” Marinette explains.

“That’s cool, do you want to be a designer when you’re older?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s what I get for growing up in the fashion center of the world,” Marinette shrugs.”

“Well, honey, if there’s anything that you need let me know, I’m going to get out of your hair,” Martha says.

“You’ll never be a bother,” Marinette giggles.

“Dinner will be at five,” Martha says, closing the door behind her. Marinette sighs and goes back to sketching. Uncle Jagged needed his outfits soon so if she designed everything the first half of the week, she can go to the closest fabric store wherever they’re staying the rest of the week. A couple of hours later, though it felt like minutes, she was being called down for dinner where she met Jon’s, Uncle Jonathan.

“Welcome to the family, Marinette,” he greets with a pleasant smile. “You’re not a clone, right?”

“See what I mean! You could definitely be a clone!” Martha points out.

“I guess I could be, but thankfully I’m not,” Marinette giggles.

“But she’s a hero,” Jon smiles, pulling her into a side hug.

“Seriously Jon, why are you calling me out?” Marinette asks, rubbing her temples.

“I’m not!” Jon says, feigning innocence. “She’s a Parisian hero!”

“Or as Dick put it, a magic girl,” Marinette sighs.

“Oh we know, we know everything,” Martha chuckles.

“But you didn’t know that I am not a clone?”

“It gets blurry when it comes to specific things,” Jonathan shrugs. “Jon, you ready to help me tomorrow?”

“Of course! I’ve missed working,” Jon responds with a smile.

“Can I help?”

“You can do whatever you want,” Jonathan says. The rest of the dinner was spent talking about plans and getting to know each other. After dinner, Marinette called Adrien and talked to him for a bit while sketching. They had to hang up not too long after the starting call because it was late for him.

The time flew by, she helped out in the field Uncle Jon, explored the town with Jon, designed for Uncle Jagged, and baked with Aunt Martha. She had a lot of fun and completely forgot about her Parisian problems. Aunt Martha and Marinette shared baking recipes and Aunt Martha sent a recipe to her baking buddy.

On Wednesday, Clark and Lois cam to pick Jon and Marinette up so they could bring them to the other place where they would be staying for the rest of the week. Marinette, again, didn’t hear nor did she care where they were going next. She put in her headphones and sketched the last outfit that Jagged had requested. Marinette asked Lois and Clark to stop on the way to their destination, which they did. She loved the fabric she picked out and couldn’t wait to start sewing. She barely registered when the car stopped, she grabbed her stuff and Jon led her wherever they were staying. People talked around her but she couldn’t hear them, she was focused on her music and studying her designs. She saw people moving out of the corner of her eye but she couldn’t care, she just wanted to sit down and started sewing.

The next thing she knows somebody, who she thinks is Jon, is leading her to a different, which she hopes is her room so she can start working.

“Here’s your room,” the person said, opening the door. She mutters a thank you before sitting down at the desk that was across the room from her. She starts laying out fabrics and separating them for each outfit. That was all she could get done by the time Clark and Lois walked in to say goodbye it was almost dinner time already. She was going to go downstairs when she was interrupted by a call by Adrien. She decided to forgo dinner and just continue working. She heard a quiet knock on the door and an older man walks in.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Miss Marinette, it would seem that you missed dinner, so I took the liberty to bring you some food,” he greets.

“Great thank you,” Marinette mutters, putting down her sewing actually taking a minute to look up. “Alfred? Where the heck am I?”

“You’re in the Wayne Manor, Miss” Alfred repeats, putting the plate down.

“Oh my apologies, I’ve been distracted with my work, I didn’t even realize where I was,” Marinette sighs, before realizing she was still on the phone. “Sorry Adrien, I’ll call you tomorrow, go to bed, it’s late.” She finishes, hanging up.

“I heard from Martha that you like to bake,” Alfred says.

“Yeah, that’s true, I grew up in a bakery,” Marinette shrugs, taking a piece of bread.

“The kitchen is open if you would like to use it,” Alfred says before leaving the room. Marinette nods to herself while eating her food while it’s still warm. After she finishes, she decides that she needs a stretch so she takes her plate to the kitchen and to grab a coffee.

When she gets to the kitchen she’s shocked to see a pot already brewing. There’s a guy half-passed out, or half-awake depending at how you look at things, practically sprawled out on the counter. “Are you ok?” Marinette asks, looking for a mug.

“Oh my gosh! Are you real?” he asks, startling awake.

“I would assume I’m real, you’re Tim, right? Where are the mugs?” Marinette asks, opening random cabinets. “Nevermind, I found them.”

“You’re the magic girl, you don’t need coffee,” he says, pouring himself a huge mug of coffee.

“Against popular belief, we do need sleep and basic human necessities,” She explains taking the pot from him.

“Why do you need coffee?”

“When I was in Smallville, I wasn’t able to go to the supply store. I asked Lois and Clark to take me they said yes, so we stopped on our way over,” Marinette says, sipping her coffee.

“What supplies?”

“Fabric, I’m behind on my Uncle’s orders, but he understands,” Marinette shrugs.

“Great what we need another coffee addict,” Another voice grumbles, entering the kitchen.

“Good to see you, Demon, what are you doing up?” Tim asks, unimpressed.

“I heard you shriek,” Damian deadpans.

“I didn’t shriek,” Tim says, offended.

“Well, I’m just going to go back to my room, you guys can work out whatever brotherly love is going on here,” Marinette says, brushing past Damian.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing her wrist.

“What?” she asks, turning towards him.

“I- umm..,” he starts catching himself. “Welcome to the manor, I hope you’ll find your stay enjoyable.” he finishes, letting go of her arm.

“Umm.. of course, thank you, Dami,” Marinette yawns, rubbing the back of her neck before rushing off to do her work.

Once she disappeared from view Tim snickers behind his mug. “I can tell you one thing you didn’t inherit from Bruce.” He chuckles.

“I like it better when you were unconscious,” Damian says, stomping off towards his room.

“Words can’t hurt me,” Tim yells at his back.

“But swords can,” Damian shouts over his shoulder.

“Must have gotten on his nerves, it’s been a while since he’s threatened us,” Dick says, entering the kitchen. “Aso what have we agreed on for coffee?”

“But Marinette had some,” Tim whines, rushing away from Dick before he can take his sustenance.

“She’s a magic girl, she gets a pass,” Dick yells at his back.

Marinette was back in her zone sewing what Jagged needed the soonest, he has a concert in Boston soon before going to New York and then coming over to Gotham. She was working on is concert wear first. She works through the night until a knock interrupts her thoughts once again, expecting it to be Alfred or Jon, she mindlessly says come in.

“Good morning, Marinette,” Damian says, entering the room.

“It’s morning?” She asks, looking up from her work.

“Yes, have you been working all night?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I have,” she responds in a daze.

“What are you working on, if I may ask,” Damian asks, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

“Just a commission for my uncle.”

“Your uncle is going to wear a purple-glittery suit?”

“Uncle Jagged is over the top like that, but it suits him,” Marinette shrugs, inspecting her handy work.

“Jagged as in Jagged Stone, you’re his personal designer?”

“You didn’t realize that?”

“If I didn’t realize that, there’s no way my incompetent sibling realized it either,” Damian smirks.

“Why does it matter?” She asks, looking up from her work.

“They love Jagged Stone and they love your designs,” Damian explains.

“Well, Jagged will need to pick up his stuff, by the way, I should mention he’s also trying to adopt me,” Marinette says, continuing to work on the finishing touches to the piece. “Oh by the way, what made you stop by?”

“Oh.. um- I wanted to see if you wanted to come down for breakfast,” Damian responds.

“Sure, let me put this down,” she finished before standing up to follow Damian to the dining room. They enter the dining room together and all of the eyes are on them.

“Hey, Marinette, I thought you were dead,” Jon jokes, taking a bite of toast.

“Not dead, just exhausted. Also, thanks for having us, Bruce,” Marinette says, taking a seat in between Jon and Damian.

“It is my pleasure to,” Bruce says, looking over the newspaper.

“This won’t give you the advantage in the adoption war,” Jon snickers.

“I have a different way to get her in the family,” Bruce retorts.

“I should mention, can my uncle come over later this week to pick up his orders?” Marinette asks, pouring herself more coffee.

“What day?”

“Friday afternoon I would think,” Marinette says, stabbing the food in front of her.

“I was informed that he is also in the running adoption,” Damian says, sipping his water.

“I’m not thinking about adoption,” Bruce says, which brought some confused looks and some coughs.

“All I’m going to say is, my dad is freaking Superman so I think we’ll win this adoption war,” Jon shrugs.

“Jon!” Multiple people say, which caused everyone to look around.

“Wait you guys know?” Marinette asks, confused.

“Of course we know, how do you know?” Jason asks.

“Oh, after she was revealed as a magic girl, Mom was quite annoyed to be left out of the superhero club,” Jon says.

“That makes sense,” Damian shrugs and continues eating. They continue eating breakfast, with some light chatter, and some teases mostly aimed at Damian and Marinette, and there total not crushes on each other.

After breakfast, Marinette holes herself back up in her room to continue working on her commissions. That’s how she spends the rest of the day, she gets a phone call from Adrien and they talked for a while. After lunch, Damian came in and sat with her for a bit and they made light talk. He sat and read his book as she sews more, breaking every once in a while to talk. She was honestly very happy how she spent one of her last days of vacation.

She is even happier the next day Jagged and Penny arrived. The boys’ shocked faces are priceless.

“You’re trying to tell me your Uncle is, Jagged Stone, as in THE Jagged Stone,” Jason exclaims.

“I swear I mentioned this,” Marinette says, scratching her head before shugging.

“How’s my rockin’ ladybug!” Jagged says, pulling her into a hug.

“I’m doing good, I’m exhausted, though,” Marinette yawns before going to grab the bags that held her work from her room.

“Did you guys let her stay up way too late to finish them?” Jagged asks, in all seriousness.

“She lived off coffee for the past two days,” Tim says.

“If you’re ever around her when she’s like this, she has a curfew of one a.m.. At that time, you are allowed to gently take everything from her hands and just lewd her to her bed,” Jagged explains.

“Are you betraying me, Jagged?” Marinette asks arms crossed to the best of her ability because she was holding his outfits.

“All I’m saying Mari is that you lost enough sleep as a hero teen, you need to catch up on it now,” Jagged said, copying her posture.

“Hey you can’t even blame me, I remember having to fight a Fang because he was akumatized into freakin dragon around midnight,” Marinette deadpans. “I don’t hold it against you though, I got to fly, it was liberating.”

“I wrote you and Adrien a song because of it,” Jagged fires back.

“Conversation over, go try on the outfits,” Marinette says, shoving them into his arms.

“Fine, fine, so bossy,” Jagged sighs, before walking away.

“So you’re his personal designer? Which means you are Nettie!” Tim says.

“You’re Nettie and a magic girl! Bruce can we adopt her please!” Dick pleads.

There are three in sync no’s that follow, one from Jagged, one from Marinette, and lastly, on from Damian.

“Damian, why wouldn’t you want Marinette apart of your family? She rocking! If you can’t see this amazing girl, then you’re blind,” Jagged defends. “It doesn’t matter anyway, I got first dibs.”

“Tell that to Adrien’s aunt, she wants to adopt me as well,” Marinette responds.

“Don’t forget about my parents,” Jon adds.

“Joint custody?” Jagged shrugs. “Can we cut Adrien’s aunt out? She can have you when you visit him.”

“It doesn’t really matter to me, I’m just trying to make the most of what my life is right now,” Marinette shrugs.

“It’s decided, Clark and I have split custody,” Jagged shrugs.

“Woah, Woah, Woah, you can’t come into my house and cut me out of the adoption,” Bruce says, crossing his arms.

“You just wanted her in the family, we don’t need a triple custody for that,” Tim points out.

“Well this has been a great conversation, and I love being adopted and stuff, but I haven’t slept since Wednesday so I’m going to go to bed,” Marinette yawns. “Goodnight everyone.”

“I’ll walk you to your room so um you don’t get lost, it is a bit manor,” Damian says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Um… sure, let’s go,” Marinette says, letting him lead her down the hall. When they’re out of earshot Jagged says. “They’re totally into each other, I’m no the only one seeing, right?”

“You’d have to literally be blind or be one of them to not notice it,” Jason says.

“So were you happy to see your uncle?” Damian asks.

“Of course, I haven’t seen him since before my move,” Marinette smiles.

“I’m pleased that you’re staying for the rest of break with us,” Damian says as they approach her room. “Sleep well, Angel.” He says, kissing her hand.

“Damn, I really hope this isn’t a dream,” Marinette mutters out, her eyelids feeling heavy. He leads her to lay down and she drags him down with her. “Imma go to sleep now,” she says hugging him tightly.

“Let me go first,” Damian mutters out.

“No, you’ll help me sleep,” she mutters back into his chest.

“You better not remember this tomorrow,” Damian grumbles. He doesn’t get a response.

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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OMG HAPPY 2OO LUV!! ILYSM, AND YOU DEFINITELY DESERVE MORE!! AS EXPECTED I'M HERE FOR THE MATCHUP EVENT AND I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE KSDJFHSDF

1 | name : amie 2 | pronouns : s/her 3 | preferred gender : doesn't really matter 4 | self-description :

— it's ya clown sho <3 anyway, i'm an ambivert but more inclined towards the introvert side. my MBTI is INFJ and i'm a Gemini. i'd describe myself as someone who's very observant? yea, i guess. i'm awkward and you know it. My favorite color is blue, specifically sapphire, but i love all pastel colors. My fav show is Chicago Medical and all the psychological and crime thrillers out there are my favorite ( silent patient is my #1 though ) I love painting, playing piano and basketball!

— what i look in a partner you ask, uh, someone who can tolerate my silence. there are times when i go quiet for a whole day, i'll barely speak, no interaction nothing. i want someone who'd not exactly 'deal with it' but 'understand it.' also, i want someone who i can talk to without any hesitation. i have a hard time opening up so i don't do it but when i do, i spill almost everything. i might cry, might have anxiety attack, i might even shout. i know it's not very healthy but i want someone who can help me with those. plus someone who i can read with please <3 cheating and not having any respect for personal space would be the major deal breaker for me

5 | gen. aesthetic : my fashion sense starts from sweats and ends in sweats. i'm a big fan of those oversized hoodies and shirts, like something really comfy. however, i do have a collection of formal wears like blazers and dress.

6 | color/s to describe myself : red, actually. if not read then blue. it switchers but red 90% of the times.

7 | fav song/s : literally everything by Chase Atlantic and The Neighborhood. However, my absolute favorites are some of the famous classical pieces like Experience by Ludovico Einaudi and Chopin's Ballade No. 1 Op 23.

8 | fav genre of music : classical music ( Beethoven, Einaudi and Chopin own my heart )

Lol this is very lengthy I'm sorry, btw congrats again!

I looked into MBTI, I looked into zodiacs, I went off of what you said

Here he is, the man, Seijoh’s do-it-all guy

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO ur new boyfriend

There is not enough content for him, anyway

How You Met

Bear with me here

Think about this

Artist!hanamaki

You love painting? Art club.

Idk if youre actually in any art club but shhh

Anyway, it was probably some sort of community thing full of tons of different age artists (bc you’d have basketball or something after school and he had volleyball)

So like once a week on thursday afternoons everyone gets together and does all sorts of artsy stuff

Everyone listens to lo fi music (or you can bring headphones) and chit chat and just paint for a couple hours

Its in the back section of a library (bc the library near me does stuff like this its awesome) so if you want you can go read a book while you wait for things to dry

One day the person that ran it suggested you talked to the new guy

He was about your age, it was his first day, they didn't know what all he was good at, and tbh they thought you two would look cute together

Just the vibes yk

So you set up your canvas and stuff next to him and introduced yourself

And you guys just vibe to the playlist

He’s REALLY good

Compliments you a lot too

Which is fun because he’s cute so it makes you a little flustered

You find out you guys go to the same school and he’s on the VB team

And says he has a (practice) game that weekend and asks you to come if you can

Which you do

And they win! So its fun!

Matsukawa basically asks you out for him though

He’s heard all about you already

“You don't get it issei! She’s so pretty!! God, she touched my hand and I thought I was gonna die!!!!!” “the enthusiasm is new for you” “shut up asshole” (conversation from the night before)

So he walks up to you after the game and is like “Hey so,,, we’re going out to get some lunch, you wanna come?”

Makki thinks HES flirting with you and is pissed off about it

Until you all sit down for lunch and oh, the only open spot for him is next to you (since when is matsukawa willing to sit between iwaizumi and oikawa??)

He asked you out after art club that week (Mattsun threatened not to give him any more monster for the rest of the month if he didn't get the guts to do it)

General Headcanons

You date hanamaki, you're also dating matsukawa

There’s no separating them (good thing ur MBTIs work together too, especially for strong friendships)

This was literally my first thought

Good luck with both these trolls

More on that later

Of course he’s going to be worried if you go radio silent for a while, but he'll understand

There are some days he’s not gonna wanna talk either

He’s really supportive on your bad days of course

Expect a random text in the middle of the evening from him

“Hiya sweetheart, just wanted to remind you that you’re beautiful, I love you, and I hope your day is going well.”

When he’s having a bad day, the same thing is all he needs from you to keep moving

He’s a really honest person. If you want to talk to him, be prepared not to get any sugar coating. If you tell him to shut up because you don’t want advice, he will. But if you expect advice from him, expect brutally honest advice. Subtlety is not his strong suit, so when it comes to advice, he’s going to tell it like it is. He's just trying to help, yknow?

However, he’s pretty good with people, so will know how to comfort you when something is bothering you. Tea and cuddles? Gotcha. Dancing at 11pm because neither of you want to sleep yet? On it. You want him to hold you? Perfect.

He’s not like...the most touchy person? There are some things he’s really indifferent on, and other things he’s stubborn as hell with. Whatever you wanna do, though

His weakness though

⚠️this part is slightly little bit suggestive⚠️

He will randomly walk up to you and pull you against him, give you a really deep kiss, smirk and walk away like nothing happened

Like hands in hair probably almost making out and then just

Walk away

Because that’s how he kisses and it’s breathtaking every time

It’s either little temple kisses or forehead or cheek pecks or something

Or that

And probably leaves you flustered and it’s funny (to him) (and to me if I was there with you) (bc that would be funny)

Hmm I’m thinking

I’m thinking hair dye dates

He needs help doing his hair from time to time Y’know (he doesn’t he just likes spending time with you) and he wants to make it pink again

So he teaches you how to do his hair and even offers to dye yours one day

Either just a strand or the ends or everything, up to you

Imagine having twinning hair dye with makki isn’t that cute

I think it’s cute

I said ur platonically dating mattsun right

Yes you are now

He absolutely adores you and loves how much makki loves you

Probably would have asked you out if makki didn’t but he was really pushing for makki to because he was just all over you in the beginning

He wasn’t overly attached to you romantically so being friends? Perfect. Sounds great

You two get along wonderfully though like you act like siblings once you warm up to each other

Again, very brutally honest person, but a little more awkward so doesn’t know what he’s saying might come off as he’s acting like a dick

He doesn’t try to though and he does really care about you

Flat out told makki if he breaks up with you and breaks your heart he’s gonna kick his ass (makki doesn’t know he had the same (less aggressive) conversation with you)

Tbh all of the VBC at seijoh loves you

Oikawa loves talking to you he thinks you’re great for makki

Gets you in on he and makki and mattsun’s antics

Iwa thinks you’re good too he just doesn’t know you as well

I think that kunimi would like you (he was almost a runner up--)

Kindaichi too

The first years just think you’re cool even if they won’t say it out loud

Seijoh VBC loves you

You got mattsun’s approval

And hanamaki loves you with literally everything in his life

You’re pretty set with your strawberry baby huh

Date Night!

SLEEPOVERS

I was waiting for some matchup to come along that gave me sleepover vibes

In a perfect world where you could do sleepovers with your bf because most parents would,,,not let that happen

Imagine…

He shows up at like 7:00 after practice, pizza in hand because he picked up dinner

You two eat, chat about your day, he probably scarfs down half the pie bc it’s after practice ofc he’s hungry

So when you guys are done eating you head up to your room

And make pillow fort

It’s mandatory

Different design every time, but there’s a pillow fort nonetheless

And then when there’s just enough room for the both of you to climb in

You get a blanket and a couple pillows and one of your phones or laptops or whatever and watch a movie and cuddle

When the movie is over you guys break out the face masks

You ever wonder why he has such great skin? It’s thanks to you (or if you don’t have masks, he picks them up on the way home from practice)

But anyway you guys talk shit about people for a while and sit with the masks on (it’s usually him talking about how Oikawa is a bitch as much as he loves him) (or about whatever he and Mattsun were talking about lately)

You both get chances to vent while the masks sit on your face and you just vibe with music (usually that you pick) (he listens to like,,,meme songs and like CORPSE yk)

After masks you guys make/get some snacks and munch on those during another movie but this time you’re in comfy jammies and more relaxed Y’know

Less paying attention to the movie you’ve seen a million times and just vibing in each other’s presence and it’s just really sweet

Fall asleep on his chest

Let him fall asleep on yours

Either way, you’ve got him whipped for you he loves you

Not that he doesn’t already but that’s his favorite thing ever so please just let him do that

Always makes sure to tell you he loves you before you sleep too

If you fall asleep first he takes embarrassing pictures of you with your hair being a mess & you best bet he sends them to mattsun because “she’s so cute omfg” “dude” “dude what” “you’re so fuckin stupid” “?” “Whatever—good luck being whipped just tell me when you need to get a ring, k” “you’re such a jackass” “yeah yeah Gnight”

Zodiac/MBTI

Okay so I’m not doing a big long paragraph for all this BUT from what I understand, Gemini/Aquarius are really compatible, and ENTP and INFJ are known as “perfect matches” sO (I had a really hard time deciding between Atsumu and Makki because they're both ENTP)

Psst Gemini + Leo is compatible and so is INTP + INFJ,,,, so, again, asking you to marry me sho 💍💍

Aesthetic/Vibes

Playlist

Prelude and Fugue No. 1 in C major, BWV 846

Linus and Lucy by Vince Guaraldi Trio (meme song)

Sky Full Of Stars by The Piano Guys

Someone To You by The Piano Guys

Shut Up And Dance - Simply Three

Runners Up

Miya Atsumu, Tsukishima Kei

#sho — 💍#//ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘꜱ

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chilling-seavey · 4 years

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Since someone (you) wanted these asks to express “excitement” here it is – can I pretty please request an ABM dating phase where Daniel is working on a music class project with a female classmate and Florence is jealous but she feels like it's alright cause she's used to Matt cheating on her all the time?? This better? 😂 ~T

Yes, this ask is much nicer than your last try 😘 hehe Here we go-

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Daniel had been staying late at school recently. He had received a new project in one of his classes which started to take up a lot of his time as he had to spend extra time in the music studios outside of class time. With his assigned partner. Who happened to be a female. Now, Florence wasn’t a jealous person, and after having a successful friendship with Daniel and his friends, she was more than aware that it was possible for guys and girls to be platonic. And the first week or two was fine and Daniel came home talking excitedly about his project as it was in its planning stages, but as the weeks went on, he spoke less and less about it and seemed to be out more and more.

Florence only seemed to get more and more nervous about the whole idea, especially as Daniel seemed to shut her down and change the subject every time she tried to ask about his work. It didn’t help that she was living on her own with the two babies, Daniel still living full time with the guys so she didn’t see him too much to begin with. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that big of a deal, but after the third night of having her FaceTime call declined, Florence was starting to get in her head.

It brought her right back to lonely nights when Matt wouldn’t come home, too busy hooking up or flirting with random girls at parties, while Florence was left alone with baby Clementine. Now with two babies, Florence was much more stressed and tired – the perfect recipe for overthinking. She hadn’t seen him since Sunday and hadn’t heard from him other than a simple good night or good morning text since Wednesday morning.

Florence’s anxiety was eating her alive and she couldn’t help but imagine him with some random girl making out in the studio instead of working. It nearly made her sick to her stomach but she didn’t expect any different since Matt had done the same. Maybe it was a guy thing? The naivety that coursed through her was sometimes comical.

Daniel showed up to surprise her that evening, bringing takeout for the both of them as he came right from campus. She still had yet to make him a key, so he had to knock, sending her a grin when she opened the door.

“Hey, Flora.”

He didn’t notice her momentary frown at his lack of his sweet pet names as he pulled her into a hug. Florence wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked her face into his neck and took a gentle inhale to see if she could smell perfume on him – that was always a giveaway with Matt. There was just the woodsy scent of his cologne and the slight must of the old school building…and a hint of vanilla.

Daniel pulled away from her and didn’t even kiss her before heading into the apartment with a tired sigh but still with a calm smile. Penelope was already put to bed but Clementine was still up, dressed in her pyjamas with wet hair from her bath as she was sat on the living room rug playing with her toys before bed.

She absolutely lit up at the sight of Daniel, jumping up and rushing to greet him, “Dada!”

“Hi there, my sweet angel!” Daniel bent down to scoop her up, holding her close as he peppered kisses over her chubby cheek. “I missed you!”

“Me too!” Clementine threw her arms around his neck and cuddled into him as he tucked her legs around his waist.

Florence watched them silently for a few long seconds, staring at Daniel’s back as Clementine hung onto him, her little hands clinging onto the back of his shirt. She suddenly shifted, pushing her fingers into the back of his hair as she sat up in his arms to look at him. Florence didn’t even listen to what they were babbling about, only focused on the fact that Daniel’s hair was much messier than normal.

“Time for bed, Clemmy.” Florence said, cutting off the two-year-old’s little conversation, hardly without realising it.

“I can put her down.” Daniel offered.

“It’s fine.” Florence took the toddler from him and Clementine cuddled sleepily against her mother. Daniel said a soft good night to her before Florence took her down to her room to tuck her in.

Daniel was unpacking the takeout when she came back out of the nursery and he sent her a smile as he poured the pad thai on plates, “I don’t know if you’ve eaten yet but I was starving. Gillian and I ate at this place the other night and it was so good. I was really craving it and I thought you might want to try it too.”

He held out a pair of chopsticks to her.

“Gillian?” Florence questioned, taking the utensils and her plate her offered out.

“Yeah. My partner for the studio project I’ve been working on.” Daniel said, walking around the island to sit at the breakfast bar. “She’s really talented and we’ve been learning so much with each other.”

Florence only nodded, jabbing her chopsticks into the plate of pad thai and twirled them around a little, not feeling hungry in the slightest. Daniel dived right in, taking a mouthful before pulling out his phone and scrolling away with one hand as he ate. Florence let her eyes glance at his phone screen, looking away quickly when she realized he was texting someone. His light laughter made her clench her jaw to hold back her nervous tears and he set his chopsticks down to text a reply. The clicks of his phone keyboard had her heart racing in her chest and she stood up from the bar stool and carried her plate around to the empty containers still on the counter.

“Did you not like it?” Daniel asked, looking up at her movement.

“I’m not hungry.” Florence mumbled, sliding it back in the takeout container before closing it and setting it in the fridge. “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”

“Oh…okay.” Daniel frowned slightly, watching her trudge off to her bedroom without a look back.

Over the last two years, Florence had perfected the art of crying in the shower. And that’s exactly what she did, her tears washed away with the warm water and her sobs muffled by the stream. Why did this hurt more than it did with Matt? She washed her face free of tears and got dried and dressed into pyjamas – her own t-shirt and plaid pants – before heading back out to the main area of the apartment.

Daniel was still at the island, typing away furiously on his phone. He looked up at her as she came out of her room.

“Did you run out of my hoodies?” Daniel offered a lighthearted joke at her outfit of only her on clothes, but he was met with no response.

Florence busied herself with picking up the toys that were scattered over the living room rug. Her silence had Daniel putting his phone down and spinning around on the bar stool to face her.

“Are you okay?”

Florence swallowed thickly, holding back her tears that burned her eyes as they threatened to fall again. She tossed the toys in the basket in the corner and organized the coffee table that was honestly already tidy, but she was too anxious to just sit still. She always stress cleaned.

“Baby?” Daniel tried again, getting off the stool and made his way over to her. He gently took her arm to pull her away from the coffee table and get to her to face him. Her shimmering eyes and red cheeks had him frowning in concern, “Were you crying?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m fine.” Florence flatly assured him, offering him a tight smile before slinking past him to the kitchen.

“You’re not fine. What’s going on? Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Can you…not call me that?”

Daniel seemed taken back, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, “I…Okay. I thought you liked it.”

“Not anymore.” Florence whispered, her voice breaking as she grabbed his empty plate to wash it by hand, needing to somehow busy herself.

“Not anymore? Did I do something?” Daniel asked quietly, standing right next to her, his body angled towards her as a subconscious action that meant he was completely focused on her.

“More like someone.” Florence said before she could catch herself. She played it off with an, “It’s fine though.”

“What? Did someone? What are you talking about?” Daniel frowned.

“You smell like vanilla.” Florence said flatly, turning on the sink.

“I…what?”

“You smell like vanilla. You smell like some other girl.”

“Probably because I just spent all afternoon locked in a small room with one. Are you…are you accusing me of cheating on you?”

Florence only shrugged.

“Florence, oh my God.” Daniel gaped. “How could you even think that?”

“The perfume on your clothes, your messy hair, the sneaky texts, the late nights. I haven’t heard from you in two days but Gillian gets lunch dates. I know the routine. I’ve lived this before.”

“Okay, stop. You have heard me say more times than either of us can count that Matt was fucking asshole and he didn’t deserve you yet alone deserve the time of day. I am nothing like him. For multiple reasons but especially because I would never even dream of cheating on you. Not now and not ever.”

“You don’t have to lie.” Florence grumbled, scrubbing hard at the plate in her hand.

“I am not a liar, Florence Margret.” Daniel stepped closer to her. “I am not a liar and I am not a cheater.”

Florence sniffled a little, still scrubbing away at the plate that was definitely clean by then.

“Can you look at me?” Daniel asked, an obvious edge to his voice.

She didn’t move, biting on her bottom lip as her chest rose and fell rapidly over the situation at hand, still cleaning the plate in the sink. He stared at her for a moment, his expression torn between anger and concern.

“The messy hair is from headphone’s I’ve been wearing all day, the perfume is because she’s my work partner and she drowns herself in the stuff, the late nights are because I’m working my ass off to actually get a good grade from the toughest professor I’ve had the last three years, and there are no sneaky texts! She sent me something earlier tonight about the file name that we changed today. You can freaking read them if you don’t believe me!”

“I don’t want to read them.” Florence grumbled, her voice wavering. “I just want to know why I haven’t seen you since Sunday.”

“I’ve been drowning in work, honestly. Midterms are coming up and it’s my third year. I don’t even know why I have to justify myself here.”

“Because you have a daughter.”

“I have two actually. I know. This has nothing to do with my schoolwork. I don’t love them or you any less because I’m busy.”

“Not busy enough to take Gillian for pad thai.”

“I have to eat lunch, Florence, are you serious? You’re being a little ridiculous here.”

“I just don’t want to feel like I’m always second choice all the fucking time.” Florence mumbled coldly.

“I don’t want to get angry because I know you’re upset for a valid reason because of your past but that just pissed me off.” Daniel scoffed, taking a disbelieving step back from her as he shook his head. “When the hell have you ever been my second choice? Huh? Honestly. I didn’t spend the last nearly three years chasing after you and constantly professing my love for you to just brush me aside and then for you to tell me that I’m making you feel like a second choice. You are speaking to the king of second choices. Hell, I was the third choice for a bit there too. You have never been my second choice. Ever. You have always been my first choice, Florence Margret. Always.”

With that, he turned and grabbed his backpack from the floor and slung it over his shoulder on his way to the door without a look back.

Florence kept her head down as he walked out, the sound of the door shutting finally getting her to drop the plate into the bottom of the sink, chipping the edge of it as it fell against the stainless steel. She leaned her hands on the edge of the counter to try and take a deep breath, only being met with a small sob. She pressed her soapy hands to her face in embarrassment as she cried.

Florence found herself on the kitchen floor, wallowing in her own self hatred for a while as she cried into her knees and muffled her sobs into her arms. She was sure she ruined yet another relationship and the longer she sat there, the more she was convincing herself of that. Her phone rang from the kitchen counter and she ignored it, letting it go to voicemail as she kept herself curled up on the cool tile floor. It rang again after a few moments and she blindly reached up to grab it, glancing at the screen just as it went to voicemail again, seeing two missed calls from Daniel. He called again and she answered it, licking her lips slowly as she raised it to her ear.

“Can you let me in please?” he asked before she could say anything.

She got up from the kitchen floor and trudged down the hall to the front door and opened it, revealing Daniel stood outside, duffle bag over one shoulder and backpack over his other. They stared at each other in silence a moment, both obviously had been crying but not quite knowing what to say first.

“Can I come in?” Daniel finally asked softly.

Florence nodded and stepped aside to let him in. She closed the door behind him and crossed her arms over her chest nervously. Daniel dropped his bags to the floor and turned to her, looping a finger around the collar of her shirt and he pulled her close to press a kiss to her lips. They stayed there motionless for a moment before Daniel leaned back again as their eyes met.

“My only choice.” he whispered.

“I’m sorry.” Florence mumbled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hug him tightly.

“I know.” Daniel said, brushing his hand through her hair and then down her back, “I’m sorry that one idiot’s stupidity hurt you so badly that it’s what you think you only deserve.”

Florence only nodded weakly, squeezing her eyes closed tightly as she clung onto him.

“I love you. More than anyone. Only you.”

“I love you too.” Florence sighed against his shoulder, his fresh hoodie he wore only smelling like him.

“You have all of me, okay? My heart, my soul, and even my virginity.” Daniel chuckled against her cheek and her giggle had him pressing a kiss to the same spot. “Not going anywhere without you.”

Florence leaned back from his shoulder and leaned in to kiss his lips, raising her hands to the sides of his neck to keep him there a moment longer.

Daniel broke their soft kiss with a bashful smile, “I’m officially inviting myself over until Monday. I packed a bag and everything. You’re gonna get so sick of me.”

“Not possible.”

#unedited as HECK #daniel seavey #anything but mine #daniel seavey imagines #why dont we imagine

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alitaimagines · 4 years

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“stars shining right above you. night breezes seem to whisper I love you. birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me.”

iwaizumi hajime - HAIKYUU!!

note: yall getting a Kenma imagine v soon. also, the reader isn’t specified to have a certain nationality! they’re just implied not to be from Japan :)

-please see my note above this imagine-

“and this is the boys volleyball practice gym,” one of the orientation leaders said, “they’re the best team in the entire school, maybe in all of Japan! and as a little known secret, keep your eye on Oikawa. he’s the popular one here,” she whispered.

you watched as she swooned to the team and her eye trajectory landing on light brown haired boy. you could sense that your orientation leader might not be the only one who felt away about the boy named Oikawa.

just as the two of you were about to leave, their coach blew the whistle. not bothering to put another thought into it, you were gazing at their enormous amount of trophies when you felt a few people come up to you.

“you’re new here, right?” Oikawa asked as you nodded, “I’m Oikawa, what’s your name?” he asked as he leaned up against the wall and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

you remained silent for a moment, “( your name ),” you replied as he gave you a smile, “would you mind if I showed you around?” he asked with a smirk playing on his face.

you knew exactly what game he was playing, “no,” you said in a monotone voice as you sarcastically checked your watch, “classes start soon and I wouldn’t want either of us to be late, okay?”

the other boys that had walked with Oikawa started laughing as you grabbed your backpack and the required uniform jacket before finally heading out. you took the small bit of advice that your orientation leader had given you and made sure to stick to it.

“watch out for the boys on the team, they’re not what they seem.”

you walked up towards the main entrance of the school and quickly made your way to the office to get a few papers you needed to turn in to the teacher before class started.

after struggling a bit to find your homeroom, you walked in to see everyone’s eyes on you. your face went warm with embarrassment as you immediately went to talk to the teacher. she gave you a run down of a few things before introducing you to the students that were in the class.

unfortunately for you, you came to the sudden realization that Oikawa and one of the other boys that was with him before class were in your homeroom. you just hoped that if this was like your other schools, you wouldn’t be with them all day.

“new girl!” Oikawa exclaimed as you sighed as your head fell to the desk behind you in annoyance, “leave her alone Shittykawa, can’t you tell that she doesn’t want to talk to you?”

you gave replied with a thank you before going back to the bell work the teacher assigned and not bothering a second glance Oikawa or his very attractive friend.

Oikawa couldn’t help but wonder why you weren’t you cracking like the other girls did for him. Iwaizumi on the other hand was able to put two and two together.

he watched as you looked at the time and back to your school work every so often. Iwaizumi just figured that the reason why he kept looking at you was because you were the new girl. totally not because he thought you were cute.

once you realized that the half day mark came and lunch time finally started, you took your lunch from your backpack and munched on it while you looked over the options for after school clubs.

girls tennis? boring. choir? even more boring. volleyball manager? the thought of dealing with Oikawa all day and now after school made you gag.

you sighed realizing none of the school clubs sounded not even mildly appealing. you revised the list once more before realizing that the other manager position Aobajohsai was offering was for boy’s soccer. you scribbled your name down before handing it back to your teacher.

Iwaizumi watched as you struggled with your decision and a part of him hoped that you would pick Volleyball but your hand wrote your name down for soccer and his small bit of hope faltered.

you plugged your headphones into your phone before blaring your music as you ate your lunch and started your homework. you received a letter a few minutes later stating that the soccer team would need you after school to help them with setting up the field and getting to know your teammates.

once the end of the day came and you were informed on where to go for your after school club, you saw as the boys for the volleyball team heading towards their gym.

you could tell that Oikawa wanted to confront you but the same boy from your class and the team stopped him once again and kicked him in the back before shoving him inside of the gym.

you knew that you would eventually have to thank him for helping you get away from the pretty boy.

a few months passed as you got familiar with your surrounding and got adjusted to helping the boys with their club activities. even thought their season was active, you had to be there every day to help with trainings, practices, or scrimmage games.

some of the boys on the team were also in your class so it was easy to just stick by them when breaks came up.

to Iwaizumi, his infatuation for you became more and more prevalent to himself. there would be days where he would watch you from afar. he tried to remain as uncreepy as possible but he could sense that if you knew he was watching you, you would probably freak out.

Iwai would watch as you would sing songs to yourself and although he didn’t understand most of what you said, seeing you sing and dance to yourself and along with your friends made his heart race.

“hey, we have that weird school festival thingy coming up, right?” you asked one of the boys as he nodded, “are we doing anything to promote the club? we haven’t exactly spoken about it and as your team manager, I need to know what we’re planning on doing.”

some of the boys sighed knowing the team struggled to come up with a theme every for this school festival. you thought for a moment before snapping your fingers, “what if we do a combined theme? we get another team and we play a scrimmage of their sport and ours!” you offered as you noticed all of their eyes light up.

“you’re a genius!” your captain, Daisuke exclaimed, “but which team?” he asked before you noticed a few of them turn their heads to see the volleyball team walking out of their gym.

“not the volleyball team, I’m begging!” you exclaimed as they started laughing, “we’re the top two teams in all of Seijoh, it’s going to be the volleyball team!” Daisuke muttered as he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to where the team was.

by the time you reached them, your face was red but you were still holding Daisuke’s hand. Iwaizumi took notice and sighed figuring that of course you fell for your teams captain. it was inevitable that someone as cute as you would fall for someone so popular.

“hey, we wanted to ask, do you guys have any plans for the fall festival?” Daisuke asked as Oikawa shook his head no, “she came up with the brilliant idea! what if we were to combine both of our teams and play a game of our sports against each other! one 20 minute game of soccer and one round of volleyball! it would promote both of Seijoh’s biggest teams!”

Oikawa’s smirk fell to you, “ah, I knew the lovely lady would fall to our trap eventually,” Oikawa boasted as you growled, “didn’t I tell you, Daisuke? we should’ve teamed up with the boys basketball team instead,” you muttered as half the boys volleyball team gave you a surprising look.

“we accept! we can meet up after our practices end and come up with ideas,” Oikawa replied as you rolled your eyes harder than you had ever felt, “fine, just drop your cocky attitude at the door,” you threatened before releasing yourself Daisuke’s hand and leaving to meet the rest of team.

Iwaizumi could tell that maybe it wasn’t the team that you didn’t like, it for sure had to be Oikawa that you really didn’t like.

after meeting up a few times with the boys on the volleyball team and creating a small stand, the day of the festival finally came.

being that the other boys didn’t have a manager, Iwaizumi, admittedly took up the position to help you at the stand to reel in as many people to attend each others game.

you were wearing the managers uniform which was more comfortable than you liked to admit. your uniform was the Seijoh blue athletic skirt with a white shirt that read ‘Seijoh Soccer’ on the side.

“hey, can you hand me that water bottle? I don’t want it to get cold,” you told Iwaizumi as he nodded, “thanks Iwai!” you murmured, not thinking of the nickname you just called him.

Iwaizumi on the other hand did notice and felt himself blush. since both of you were working the stand, the two of you had to miss out on both games. you weren’t too upset at missing the games since Iwaizumi was keeping you company.

“how long have you been playing volleyball?” you asked Iwaizumi, “since I was in middle school,” he replied as he dragged two barstools for the two of you to sit on, “that’s cool, have you always played with Oikawa?” he nodded again.

“what made you move to Japan?” Iwaizumi asked as he tried to continue the conversation, “oh, just my parents. their job made them move and I really didn’t have choice, ya know?” you said a bit vaguely.

as the two of you continued on with talking, you noticed how the sun was starting to set and how much time had passed. you had your arm resting on top of the ledge, as did Iwaizumi.

you took a chance and softly felt up his hand with your fingers. Iwaizumi was surprised at the sudden affection and for a second, he wanted to intertwine his fingers with yours when he suddenly remembered,

Daisuke.

“aren’t you dating the captain of your team?” you immediately let out a laugh making Iwaizumi confused, “Daisuke? he wishes!” you managed to say, “oh god, that was the laugh of the day!”

Iwaizumi was confused by your response as you tried to calm your laugh down. it took a while but eventually, you stopped laughing and gave Iwaizumi a small smile.

“I am not dating Daisuke. I can assure you that!” you said as he gave you one final question, “so what was up with the hand holding a few weeks ago?” you thought as you realized what he was talking about.

you grabbed his hand, this time a lot more gently than last time and gave it a squeeze, “he was just dragging me to the team because I didn’t want to go with him. I can assure you that there’s no feelings, at least on my part their isn’t,” you confessed as he smiled.

Iwaizumi nodded as he gave your hand a squeeze before lifting it and kissing the back of it, “than is it okay if I ask you for ramen on Saturday?” he asked as you nodded yes, rather aggressively than you intended.

not too far away was Oikawa groaning in annoyance. the girl he had tried so hard to befriend was stolen from right underneath him. stolen by his best friend.

Oikawa didn’t mind it but he just wondered why you became putty in Iwaizumi’s hands so quickly yet you didn’t even give him a time of day. regardless, he was happy for his best friend nonetheless.

just as he was about to head home, he watched Iwaizumi wrap his volleyball sweater around you and offered to walk you back home. there was a part of Oikawa’s heart that swelled.

his best friend probably found his first love and hopefully, it remained at his only love. Oikawa knew you weren’t too fond of him but he knew that you were genuinely attracted to Iwaizumi and not using Iwai as a way to get closer to Oikawa.

ALITA

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! imagine #anime imagine #anime x reader #anime x you #anime #Iwaizumi Haijime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime imagine

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whumper-boi · 4 years

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So good news, I finally finished with writing out the first prompt of the whump advant calender

OH MY FUCKING GOD I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY TAKE IT OUT OF DRAFTS AND POST IT SO ITS A DAY LATE LMAOO SORRY GUYS

(Note that they are ocs to my book I’m writing so don’t worry about spoiling or anything)

@whump-advent-calendar thank you, and this is for the first prompts

Y’all this was much longer then I thought it would be but oh well. Also, I was really out of it when I started this so forgive me cause it isn’t my best work.

Also sorry about the awkward spacing, was no one going to tell me there was a limit to the amount of spaces you could do?

**Blue- Martin’s texts

TW for mentions of non-con, mentions of child abuse, panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts, nearly freezing to death, hypothermia, paranoia, cursing, anxiety, mild(?) dissociation (like it’s written that it happened but he doesn’t remember it (obviously)), ptsd

This hadn’t happened since the thunderstorm incident. However, unlike that where he had been purposely locked outside in the middle of a fucking thunderstorm, he had come home early from a sleepover, and no one else was home.

Martin shivered, pulling his skully over the tips of his ears. After he realized that he lost his house key somewhere, he tried to call his father, but to no avail, as he was most likely still on a plane.

Majesty, his service dog who accompanied him on the walk home, nudged him gently on the leg. He sensed his distress, circling around him before standing at his side again.

Backtracking a little, Martin had gone over to one of his best friend Sadie’s house, with intentions to spend the night, but her having a surprise doctors appointment had made him decide to walk home with Majesty, (even in the blistering cold, he didn’t want to bother his friend’s parents) and lose his key somewhere in the process.

This wouldn’t be a problem if the spare was still there, but it wasn’t? He wondered if someone else brought it in and forgot to put it back.

His father, Oliver, and his father’s best friend, Nick, were both on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow.

He didn’t know what to call Nick, as he saw the man like another parent, but he couldn’t handle the idea of putting his trust into another adult only to be majorly fucked over again. He had been around since before Martin was born, this was true, but Molly, his mother, had also been around since he was born, and she chose his rapist over him.

So yeah, he was a little scared of letting his guard down, even if he knew Nick would never hurt him. Oliver had even made sure of this

(The two men had been telling stories about before Martin and Tristan were younger, and even before they were born.

“If we’re really reminiscing on your births, I’ll never forget when Oliver held you for the first time Mars. Mostly because your father had threatened to terminate our business partnership and friendship, and I quote, ‘cut your prick off and make you eat it’ if I ever put a hand on you.”

“I still stand by it mate,” Oliver said, cuffing Nick on the shoulder.)

And his father wasn’t really one to go back on promises, especially with Martin.

The only other person who had access to the house would be Tristan, Nick’s son and someone who was like a brother to him, but, of course, he wasn’t home, and the bitch wouldn’t answer his phone. That wasn’t a surprise though, he was probably at a house party getting slammed.

Majesty let out a small huff, nudging him in the leg again, telling him that he was going out of it again. He pet him, checking his pockets one more time before giving up.

Great, fucking brilliant. He plopped down on the stone steps leading to the front door, which were freezing, and pulled out his phone, checking for messages. None.

A gust of wind blew, making him put his phone away and curl up to try and get some feeling back into his numbing fingers and toes. It really had to be this cold on the day he decided to not wear his leather jacket.

The only thing he had to protect him from the elements was the MCR T-shirt over a black longsleeve, cargo pants that had like, seven pockets on them, Doc Marten (ha), the skully, of couse, and his headphones. Also, a ton of metal jewlrey, basically he looked like the first picture you would find if you googled “Goth looks”.

Majesty sat next to him, and he leaned into the dog, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing.

Seeing as he couldn’t do anything other than wait, he tried to get his mind off of it, by thinking about the boarding school he would be going back to in a few weeks.

The boarding school in question, was an academy for advanced people with different skills and abilities, and it wasn’t something that was easy to get into. He had gotten a scholarship for the academic part of the school, which was apparently, a very hard thing to do. They only chose the smartest of the smart, who were all adults, except for him of course.

Maybe because he had an IQ of 216, higher than everyone at the school. That seemed to raise a lot of discourse with some people who couldn’t handle the fact that a 16 year old was smarter than them.

Interestingly enough, Martin couldn’t bring himself to actually give a fuck when it came down to it, because he had the scholarship, not them.

The only person who was even close to his age was a boy named Matthew, from America. Detroit, more specifically. The two had been roommates, Matthew was in because apparently, he was a fucking amazing dancer that was scholarship worthy.

Martin hadn’t seen it, but if he got into that school it was probably mind blowing, and he would never question his ability.

Matthew had been respectful, and pretty, and he had the audacity to make Martin fall for his southern accent and obnoxiously kind words that he didn’t feel like he deserved.

He even asked him at one point.

“Well you’re a genius M, so it’s going to be lightwork for you,” Matthew said, after Martin had joked about wanting to crack the Zodiac ciphers.

“Nah, I’ll just stick to arguing with teachers and wasting away decoding video games.”

The other boy hummed. “Well, whatever you choose to do, you’re going to do good.” He put his fingers in a ‘ok’ pose, and gave a playful smirk that made him look like a meme, and then he looked up at Martin.

He couldn’t exactly tell what emotion was being portrayed on his own face at the moment, but it made Matthew’s smile drop, and he looked at him with nothing but concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, there something on my face?” he half joked, feeling it fall flat as soon as it came out of his mouth. He tried to neutralize his expression, but this only made things look worse.”

“Martin…” he hesitated. “Was it something I said?”

Yes, yes it was. He opened his mouth, then closed it, growing warm and horrifyingly, feeling tears start to well up. He had, by no means been insulted with what he said. The support and friendliness was what got to him.

The whole thing was, he had support from other people, but this felt… different. Martin felt like the people around him felt obligated to do it. Even so, he had only known Matthew for such a short time, but the american he only proved that he cared.

Maybe this was the insecurity in his brain talking, or maybe the things Seth said and did to him were finally starting to take a toll on him. He just had to know why he cared so much. Well, when in Rome right?

“Why are you so nice to me?” He asked, crossing his arms, a nervous tic that he had developed.

Matthew didn’t even look like he registered the question. “I’m...not?” What? If that wasn’t being nice then what was it?

As if the other boy could hear his question, he added: “I’m just treating you with basic decency? Like, anyone with an ounce of empathy should do.” Martin stared at him.

But holding the door? Not once telling him to shut up at his long rants? Waiting for him at the top of the stairs when he made it up first? His friends did the same, and so did his family, but they had known each other for a while, and…but Seth did it, only when he was in a good mood, only when he was feeling nice, and he just naturally assumed this was what everyone was doing. Conditionally. They were doing it because they cared?

This was hurting his head. Multiple thoughts littered his head and he couldn’t sort them out fast enough to process a coherent sentence. His logical side just straight up vanished.

Matthew walked up to him, cautiously sticking his arm out and gently grabbing Martin’s shoulder.

His head suddenly blanked, whatever he had been thinking about just stopped at the contact. “Well,” Martin laughed awkwardly, “I guess you learn something new everyday.”

The other boy gave a smile, and he thought he could spare them both the mental breakdown he would inevitably have, then the arse had to say: “You’re deserving of respect darlin’, unconditionally.”

And wonderfully, he started to cry. The more correct term would be more like, loudly sobbing, but save himself a little bit of dignity. Matthew had once again proved how amazing he was, holding him.

A loud noise sounded from somewhere, knocking him out of the memory. He felt a smile on his face though, thinking about the American. His boyfriend, seeing as two hours after he shared his entire life story, they made out on their dorm floor.

He stopped smiling when he felt his lips crack in the cold weather. Licking them didn’t help, they dried back up seconds later.

Martin stood up, shivering at the lack of movement. He tried the door again, and when that didn’t work, he called Majesty and walked to the backside of the house. It was locked. Well, it was good that they were responsible with locking doors.

He then tried the windows, but remembered that he closed them because of his hate of the cold, and locked them because of his paranoia. He thought about breaking a window, but came to the conclusion that a locksmith was most likely better.

He picked up his phone, then stopped, thinking about it. If someone he didn’t know could pick their way into the house, what’s stopping someone with a grudge doing the exact same thing?

They had cameras and an alarm system, but a short circuit somewhere around the house could disable them, or if a computer tech tapped into them…

Martin felt a weight in his chest. If a locksmith was successfully able to get the door open, then anyone could be able to get the door open, and anyone included Seth and his friends. If they ever decided they wanted to get back at him, they could get in easily.

He didn’t realize that he dropped his phone, and barely noticed when he stepped on it, looking around. Martin scanned the streets, starting to worry that Seth would have this idea, and show up.

He suddenly couldn’t breathe, now frantically looking for his stepfather’s car. He would kill Martin if he saw him, he’d hurt him and kill him.

He was tied to that bed, hands touching all over him. He didn’t want it, he begged for it to be over.

The hands were on him again. Martin swore he could feel them dragging against his skin, and he physically recoiled, tripping and falling into the grass.

He didn’t want to be back there, not again.

“Please, stop!”

“No!” He screamed at nothing, covering his head with his arms. Martin felt a sob build up, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Seth was going to find him, and even if Martin went back into the house, he’d find a way in, or break the door. He couldn't stop him, and no one would know what happened.

Martin felt something on his face, warm and wet in contrast to the cold. Then he felt something push against his chest, something that was warm. He instinctively reached out, wrapping his arms around whatever it was, shivering and still struggling to breathe.

He needed to look at the street again, see if he was coming, but the same wet feeling was on his face again.

After a couple minutes, he opened his eyes, the tears freezing against his face. He realized that it was Majesty who he was holding in his arms, and he realized that he was licking Martin’s face, just doing his job.

He pulled the Doberman closer, taking a few seconds before sitting up. Majesty instantly got up after he did, nudging his arm gently, waiting for Martin to move off the frozen grass. They both made it back to the door eventually, Martin working on clearing his mind by asking himself if it was the panic attack or the cold that was making him super tired.

He looked for his phone, stressing out until Majesty quickly trotted over and dropped it at his feet. He ignored the little bits of drool, seeing three texts and a missed call from Tristan.

Trishyfishy👀👄👀

December 14, 7:56 PM

Yo, what the fuck do you want

Jkjk, everything alright

Call me Mars.

Martin went to the contact and called, realizing he could hardly feel his hands. “Hello?” His voice trembled slightly, either from the crying or the cold, he wasn’t sure.

“Alright Martin?”

He chuckled hollowly. “Ah, I got locked out of the house.”

“Are you alright? You sound like you’re crying.”

“I got locked out of the fucking house Tristan. It’s like, -2 degrees out here.” There was a beat of silence.

“I’m on the way back, so uh, just… hang in there?” He rolled his eyes, petting Majesty. “I’m like, fifteen minutes away.”

He heard Tristan laugh at something he didn’t hear through the phone. “Where did you even go?”

“To a party, (figures) but some 9th year threw up in the punch bowl and two kids got in a fight over some stupid bet. It got boing. What about you? I thought you were with Sadie.”

“I was, but she had an appointment and I didn’t want to go so I just walked home instead, she lives like, half an hour away, so I didn’t, like, you know.” Majesty put his head on his lap, letting Martin stim by petting, effectively keeping him calm and awake.

Tristan hummed over the phone, but didn’t say anything. His phone buzzed in his hand, and he looked down, seeing that Matthew was texting him.

“I’ll call you back Trish.” He waited for a response, then hung up.

American.

December 14, 8:24 PM

I just saw a this lady with a really big yellow

snake around her neck and it made me think

of you

Which part?

The snake or the lady?

Both

Anyway

What are you doing?

Sitting on my front doorstep.

Why

Tat sounds boring

That**

lost my key.

I believe I left it at Sadie’s, but I can’t remember.

Oh f

So you can’t get in?

How long have you been out there

No one else will let you in?

Actually just hold on

Martin looked at his phone confusedly for a moment, before he was suddenly receiving a call from the other.

“Ok, go on,” Matthew said from the other side when he pushed the accept button.

“Er… I lost my key, and no one else is home.” His teeth chattered as he spoke.

“That sucks man, I’m sorry. My mom says hi by the way, and asked if you tried the window or a back door.”

He nodded, then realized that Matthew coudn’t see him. “Oh, yeah uh, the back door was locked, and the windows, I locked them before I left. Preventable measure you know?” He said, laughing a shrill, awkward laugh.

“Right. Don’t want any cold air getting in.” Matthew coughed, then went on. “Uh, is someone like, coming to let you in?”

“Yeah, Tristan is coming, he’s gonna be home soon. Also, hello.”

“What?”

“You said that your mum said hi, so i’m responding to that.” He put his head on Majesty’s for a moment, exhaling. When he picked it up again, he saw that he accidentally clicked on the facetime button.

It was at least nice to see his face.

“Sis, you’re red.” Matthew said, looking at the camera.

Martin cocked his head to the side, then cursed as he dropped his phone. “Why thank you for the relay of information,” he snarked, but it was the first time he had looked at himself since he was with Sadie. That was what, an hour and a half ago? Two?

His eyes looked sunken in, skin pale except for the exessive spots of red on his cheeks, ears, and his eyes, but that was different, because he had been crying. Still. He wasn’t able to tell with his lips, mostly because the black lipstick he normally wore was still clinging to his lips. It was truly a look.

“Are you alright?” Martin gave him a look that signified that he was anything but. “Right, right, force of habit, sorry darlin’… Random question, why would you go out in that cold of weather, especially cause you’re crippled?”

Ah, he was wondering if that question would come up. “Well, it was around six degrees when I left, I didn’t expect the temperature to drop so suddenly.”

Matthew gave him a perturbed look. “Six? That’s freezing?!”

“Well, yeah? But it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t even freezing temperatures.” The other boy’s face didn’t change. It really wasn’t awful, but… oh wait. “Six degrees celsius Matthew, not fahrenheit. It would be about…” He thought about it for a minute, trying to ignore the sudden gust of wind. “Fourty… fouty-four degrees fahrenheit, I believe?”

“Oh, right, right, yeah. You know, y’all shame Americans for using fahrenheit, but it actually aduquateds for humans, not water. So.”

Well he was right about that, he was pretty sure. He couldn’t remember at the moment. “Hm.” He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to remove the heavy feeling from his eyelids.

“Woah hey, aren’t you not supposed to sleep? You might not wake up.”

“I wasn’t going to sleep. My eyes hurt.” He moved a trembling hand on top of Majesty’s head, once again back to petting. He blanked out for a moment, but he came back to Matthew talking, or yelling, through the phone.

“Darlin’- you need to wake up!” He looked at the phone, blinking eratically. He fell asleep? “Oh thank god,” he heard Matthew mutter through the phone. He looked up, realizing Majesty was walking around him, trying to wake him up too through nudges and pawing him. “You should probably stand up so you don’t fall asleep again.”

“Right.” He used Majesty as a balance to get to his feet, stepping around a couple times to try and get feeling back into his leg. Where the fuck was Tristan? He walked up and down the steps a few times, seeing that the tips of his fingers were going from a paper white to a more blue colour. He brought them to his face and wiped, feeling the skin that was marked with tears start to rip painfully.

Still shivering, he brought his phone up, asking Matthew something.

“Oh, yeah, it’s basically when-”

“What did I ask you?” He asked, looking at the phone.

The other boy looked at him, an indeterminable look in his eyes. “Uh, you asked about what happens-” The phone went black. He tried turnng it on again, to no avail, when he realized it died. His head was spinning, and he tried turing it on again, and again, until Majesty nudged him, and he had to stop tears from coming again.

He sat next to the door, the service dog standing next to him. He blinked harshly, feeling something burn in his chest again.

Majestly circled him again, going back to standing in the same spot. He rubbed him a couple times, but then had to rub his eyes.

“-rtin a dumbass yeah but he’ll be fine.” He woke up, feeling like he was being poked by a bunch of sewing needles. He blinked slowly, trying to sit up when he felt the blanket fall off.

Blanket? Martin moved his hand around, looking for Majesty. A coat of fur under his hand made him exhale in relief.

“Christ, Martin, you gave everyone here a fucking heart attack, you actually back with us this time?”

He muttered something, but it came out sounding weird, so he repeated it, with better results. “Can you give me a chance to see who everyone is before you start screaming.” He used Majesty to help him up, who jumped on the couch next to him to help him actually stay up.

Standing in front of him was Tristan, and two other guys that Martin recognized from school. David and Aaron, he’s pretty sure it was.

Doing a quick glance around, he noticed that A) His clothes had been changed. He was wearing a black sweater and sweat pants, B) He was in fact warm, seeing as there was a heater pointed at his direction, and C) his phone was no where to be found. He wondered how many hours he had been asleep.

Tristan opened his mouth to say something, but Martin interupted him. “Who changed my clothes?” This seemed to stop whatever the other boy was going to say.

“You did?”

Martin gave him an incredious look. “I feel like I would remember that.”

“Clearly not. What’s today Martin?”

He tried to remember the last conversation he had with someone over text. It was with… Matthew, who he really needed to call back, he realized. “Er… Wednesday, December 14?”

“It’s a few hours until friday. You’ve been asleep or on autopilot for like, the last 24 hours.” Oh. That didn’t feel right. That was even worse, actually. “Also, Dad and Oliver are on their way back. They were gonna come back before, but you were awake and like, warming up so I told them not to.”

Yeah, cool, whatever, he was still confused about the autopilot thing. “How often do I do that?”

Tristan raised a confused eyebrow, then said, “Oh, not that often, just right after like, messed up stuff happens. You kinda just, go through the mechanics of something.”

“When else have I done it?”

He pursed his lips. “Er, I’ll tell you later.” So he’d done it after what happened with Seth. He wouldn’t have figured it out at the moment if it weren’t for the thing his brother did with his mouth whenever his Mother’s husband was brought up.

“Right, ok.” He got up from the couch, noting as Tristan said something to his friends and waved as they quickly left. “Where’s my phone?”

“It’s where you left it.” He saw Martin’s face and added, “It’s on your bed.” Ah. He went to go walk to the stairs, but staggered on the second step. Majesty was already by hi side, so he leaned on him. “I can go get it Mars, or you can have Majesty get it, but Oliver said, and I quote ‘Your impulsevness and boyfriend can wait two seconds. Sit down Martin.’”

He sat back on the couch and sighed. “Phone, Majesty.” The dog perked up and ran up the stairs, coming back and dropping it on his lap. “Good boy,” he cooed, petting the top of his head.

Martin unlocked it (wincing at the date), partially watching as Tristan got up and walked out the room. He went to his last texts, and saw some that weren’t his. He assumed it was his brother who texted him, just saying that he was alive, and in the house.

You

December 15, 9:07 PM

Hey.

Is this a bad time?

Depends on who I’m talkin to

I hope I’m on the good spectrum then.

Darlin?

Your one and only.

I meant to put ‘the’ but ‘your’ works too.

I’m so glad you’re alright

Like, I thought I fucking lost you

You can’t kill me all that easily.

Right.

Well.

I’m actually in public rn and I can’t call and I’m sure there are some people you need to talk to

Yeah.

Sorry :(

Give me one hour and then i’m all yours

Take your time Love.

I sure have a lot of it.

I’m currenty on bedrest, so…

Aw :(

I won’t take up much more of your time then.

Call me when you can?

I miss you.

Of course darlin

And i miss you too

Martin closed out of the messenger app, only to get a little black heart sent to him. He loved that motherfucker.

He didn’t even bother texting his dad to see if the man was busy or not. He knew that if he did that it would be an immediate phone call, so, there wasn’t really a point.

He wouldn’t consider his father pushy or too suffocating. Martin loved and attention and praise he got from his father. His only concern was that Oliver would do some stupid shit (like father, like son) and burn himself out trying to care for everyone else.

He went to the contact and pushed the call button. It rang twice before both of his parents’ (fathers’?) asked about a million questions, all being variations of ‘What happened?’ and ‘Are you ok?’ and ‘We’re nearly home.’

“Yes, concerned adults, I’m perfectly fine. I just left my key at Sadie’s, I think. I should probably call and ask her-”

Tristan handed him a mug filled with overly sweetened hot tea, the only way he would drink it. “Don’t worry about it, her parents brought it back, along with like, a million other things because they felt so bad.”

Martin put it on speaker, just so they’d know who Martin was suddenly talking to. “I insisted on walking home, so it’s really my fault.” He took a sip of the tea when he heard the voices from the other end disprove this statement. “Also, define “a million.”

His brother shrugged. “I hope you like chocolate and tiny doll eyes.” He couldn’t help but feel like shit about it. He insisted he walk home, and he forgot his key, so he didn’t know why they blamed themselves so much. It was really on himself.

“I can hear your thinking Martin. You can’t blame yourself for this.” A door closed on the other side of the phone.

“I very well can, and I very well will.” Tristan sighed, but didn’t say much else about it. “Anyway.”

Over the phone, Nick asked: “Did you try calling a locksmith?” Martin felt his chest tighten up at the question. Majesty was immedietly at his side, putting his head on his lap. The other boy took notice and took the mug from his grip, and grabbed his hand.

He was going to say somehing, but jumped when the front door was unlocked and opened. Tristan hung up the phone, squeezing his hand at the same time.

Oliver and Nick walked in, not even bothering to hide their relief, until they noticed the condition that the other three were in, relief turning into concern.

“Hey baby,” Oliver said, coming and putting a hand on Martin’s shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

Martin exhaled, feeling better that his father was back with him. “Uh,” he laughed awkwardly, another shrill laugh. He opened his mouth, then closed it, not being able to pinpoint a good response, so he just shrugged and crossed his arms.

Tristan let go of his hand pretty quickly, instead going over to talk to his dad. Oliver put himself where Tristan was, giving his son an indetrminable smile.

He held out his arms, a silent invitation for a familiar embrace. Martin crawled over, filling the space and resting his head on the crease of his father’s neck. He felt a hand soothingly run up and down his back, reassurances being whispered in his ear.

“So you wanna rely on how you nearly died again..?” Well he won’t pass on having good attention on him.

Oliver whispered, “We can talk later baby.” To which he nodded, breaking away from the much needed hug.

Later, when he got some time alone, where Nick was cooking and the other two were in the parlor, he was upstairs, going back to the familiar contact.

You

December 15, 10:43 PM

Attachment: One image

👁👁?

It’s in german

I’m fully aware.

Well I can’t google translate cause it’s a picture

Once again, I am fully aware love :).

😾😾

Rude

I will be having someone translate that later so don’t act all smug

I wouldn’t dream of it.

Hm. Call me

Alright.

“Hey darlin’,” the voice said over the phone.

#noncon mention #noncon tw #depersonalization #TW child abuse #hypothermia #paranoia #anxitey #service dog #whump #wac2020 #whumper #whumpee #whumperflies #do it for the girls and the gays thats it #caretaker #multiple caretakers

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ziracona · 4 years

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Do you have any post ilm Myer sibs (Quentin counts too 👀) hcs? I live for your Myers sib content and it is so gooooood I loved the little tidbits at the end of ilm :)

Sure! I love them so muc TuT. I’ve posted some before, but I can’t remember off the top of my head always which things I have and haven’t said already when it comes to post-ILM headcanons, so apologies if I repeat myself a little.

Michael takes a while to be comfortable around other people in general, but gets there pretty well eventually, and becomes a normal part of the gang. Philip is especially helpful (both to him and all the other past-killers) in working out ways to get through that past.

His cat almost dies the first year he has it, but Claudette is visiting the day it happens and saves it, and he and the cat both love her after that.

Michael has a really weird relationship with Nancy bc her introduction to him was not as The Shape but as “Oh this is Laurie’s weird brother,” but somehow they turned that weirdness into a really great mechanic and vibe well together.

Since Michael thinks Quentin is biologically his brother, then half-brother after he meets Alan Smith, he considers Alan kind of a weird step-father and Anna kind of a weird step-mother. Luckily for everyone involved, he doesn’t think about this much.

Laurie and Michael go mma on each other sometimes after the first few years just for old time’s sake and it’s kind of amazing to watch.

Everybody in the group gets pretty fluent in sign language after a while to communicate with Michael easily. It’s much appreciated by Laurie.

Michael is successfully able to learn how to read and write at adult levels after a few years with Laurie’s help and she is unbelievably proud of him and not afraid to show it, which he finds both embarrassing and enjoys.

Both of them come to stay with Quentin a lot, and it’s really nice for all of them. Alan does a very impressive job of being welcoming to the two murderers his kid has made part of his personal life 🤣 (poor Alan, without context getting Michael and Anna—thank God he has his kid who will give him the world’s most in-depth and sympathetic explanations). Michael gets interested in art by the stuff Nancy keeps/makes out in the shed, and she talks him into trying his hand a little. Sometimes they go do that together, or talk Quentin & Laurie into joining and do a group drawing party while talking or listening to music.

The headphones were a good gift, and listening to music/tuning things out is very helpful to Michael sometimes he finds, when dealing with psychosis symptoms. Sometimes if he’s having a rough time, he will go sit out on the porch in silence and listen to music, and Quentin started going to join him when that happened if he was visiting, and would just sit beside him in silence, listening to his own headphones as a move of solidarity. One time a month or so later, Quentin was having a really bad week and couldn’t sleep, and got up and was just chilling downstairs on the couch, listening to headphones, and Michael came over wearing his and sat with him. Now they regularly both do it as a solidarity act together if either of them needs a break from life. They never really talk about it—just go sit on the porch together and listen to their own music—but they don’t have to. They know. :’-]

Laurie & Quentin have both physically attacked strangers more than one for stuff they said to Michael.

Quentin takes Laurie (and Michael, if it’s a kind he could enjoy, which is unfortunately rareish) to concerts, and does insist to her dismay on bankrolling stuff for her whenever he can once he’s eventually a doctor. Laurie gets this with both barrels, because David constantly does this too, and she appreciates it, but is also low-key stressed sometimes.

Laurie: I’m gonna grab a smoothie real—

David&Quentin, shoving handfuls of money her way: “Here, for the”—“I’ll pay”

Laurie: O_O

Its a little weird for Michale when David & Laurie start dating, and he feels threatened because the man had less than nothing in the entire world before his sister and he worked things out, and he does not want things to change back, but he is assured by both Laurie and David that nothing will change, and after experiencing that/seeing it is true for a few weeks/months, he calms down about it. Eventually kind of likes the idea of having a 2nd brother, as Quentin puts it to him. Already liked David pretty well and gets to know him even better, now that he has a level of personal interest in him, and they get along pretty well. It’s weird, because they are incredibly awkward @ each other, but that gets better and all four of them (sibs + David) have a lot of fun doing things as a group.

Michael got to see like, none of the world at all most of his life, so he greatly enjoys travel/sightseeing, and is interested by most of what is out there to see. The first time he went boating was a really great day for him, and kind of a fantastic experience. David took them out on a lake (p early on, year 2) and it was one of the best feelings he’d experienced. Since age 6, all he’s really gotten to see or do was walk around and stab people in small realm cages, or sit still in a white room from age 6-21, and the world couldn’t be a lot more full of wonder. Laurie takes to casually explaining how things work a lot out loud when they go places as little fun “did you know?” Kinds of facts, so that in case he doesn’t know, he won’t have to ask or feel embarrassed about it. Several of the others start doing this too after a bit.

Laurie plays piano, and Michael is fascinated by that, so Laurie teaches him how to do that too. Sometimes he and Quentin, who is still learning guitar, will practice together. Laurie tries to pretend she doesn’t love listening as much as she does but it kills her w happiness when they do.

After quite a few years, Laurie tries out teaching literature, history, and philosophy at a local high school. She’s incredibly nervous. Technically she doesn’t have a college education and is using forged documents, and just has private study and some courses in those areas specifically out of love for the topics/interest, and she’s afraid she won’t be good at it. Her friends try to talk her up and reassure her. Quentin and David throw a celebration for her first day when she gets back, and all her friends/the realm fam & extended family (Nancy, Alan, etc) come. The biggest help is Michael, though, who just goes and stands outside all day near the school where she can see him through the window—which should be horrifying, all things considered, but actually helps. It’s just incredibly funny to her, because it’s visually so similar and contextually couldn’t be more different from the last time he stalked her at a school, so she chills out and gets through the day fine. Runs outside and hugs him at the end of it. Michael is very proud of himself. Then Laurie has an amazing surprise party when she gets home.

Laurie does not stay a high school teacher for that long, but she really enjoys it while she does it.

While Quentin is at school with Nancy and Claudette and Philip, Laurie and Michael come to visit quite frequently, and sometimes the whole group of six has game or movie or book nights, or goes off on a mini trip or night out.

After a couple years of their tradition with Judith, Michael and Laurie start to invite Quentin along too and he is both touched and nervous, but goes, and comes to quite a few of the picnics regularly, because he’s a sibling of the family too. Michael is excited to introduce him to her. :’-]

#in living memory (fic)#in living memory #ask #anonymous #ilm spoilers #headcanons #some of these like the judith one refers to other hc posts ive made i am realizing so sorry if any of it is confusing #dead by daylight #michael myers #laurie strode #quentin smith #long post #myers siblings #myers-strode-smith family

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smilingleoo · 5 years

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Perfect Coincidence-JJK

Summary: _“I couldn’t hear you, the music was so fucking loud...”-he mumbled on your skin, fingertips taunting your bare tight-“That’s why I’m getting paid for, Jeon”

Warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and SMUT

Author’s Note: Okay! First of all, I’m really sorry for not uploading; I’ve been really busy with school and exams. But I found some time to finish this one-shot, so I hope you like it! Secondly, this is my first time writing smut...so that’s all...

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“Why don’t you give it a try?”-Jimin asked, tossing the water bottle towards Jungkook’s way. His brown hair dripped from the hot shower he had taken after football practice in order to see if his headache would disappear ye it hadn’t, and Jimin’s constant reminders didn’t help either-“I don’t feel like going, ‘kay?”-Jungkook replied slightly annoyed while shuffling his caramel locks with a white towel he had packed inside his training bag-“Why do you want me to go anyways? You have Taehyung to party with and you’re actually pretty fucking sociable!”

“You know why I’m trying to convince you, Jungkook”-Jimin threatened, catching the returning water bottle and signalling him with it-“Don’t play dumb”. If Jungkook hadn’t been so tired and sore, he would have argued with his friend about his personal life and how he could solve his own problems alone. Yet he didn’t feel like getting into a verbal fight with the exotic-haired coloured athlete besides him, so he decided to just shrug the topic off and ask him another sort of question-“Is your girlfriend going?”

“I don’t think so”-he declared, packing his sweated training uniform and zipping his backpack close-“I broke up with her yesterday. She cheated on me and didn’t even apologize”-his frustrated huff clearly portrayed his disappointment and Jungkook didn’t know what to do. Therefore, he pulled on his t-shirt and clutched his friend’s shoulder reassuringly-“Listen Gukk, I don’t want you to lose things because you still miss her, okay? She was your first love but she is older than you. She taught you how to be with a woman was, how it feels to be ambitious. But we are still in high school and being with your math teacher is not your best option...”

Jungkook’s heart cracked a little bit more with his friend's statement. Yet it was not because of the words he said but for the fact that he was right. He had slept with his teacher, had taken her to some dates and had fallen in love with her. However, she just seemed to be playing around for a while. She wouldn’t have stayed, not in a million years, with someone who was barely legal. And he had known it when he had touched her for the first time; he had known every condition of it. But list had taken over him and his sensitive heart couldn’t afford to go through the painful consequences.

“Come with me tonight”-Jimin continued, now grasping the door’s handle and gifting Jungkook the last pleading gaze-“Meet other girls, fuck with someone else for my sanity’s sale, god”-he chuckled before opening the door and shouting a shallow farewell.

Maybe he would think about it when he arrived home.

()

“I can’t believe you fucking convinced me to come”

Oh god, he regretted agreeing with Jimin so bad.

There he stood, tight black jeans hugging his toned legs and a white shirt he had used a thousand times before. This would have been a normal outfit for him yet the silver chain hanging on his chest and some more accessories Jimin had urged him to wear, made the look much fancier-“I will look for something to drink”-Jimin stated before walking past Jungkook and into the bursting house-“Don’t get lost!”

Some girls gathered outside the house’s entrance eyed Jimin’s figure before adverting their gazes to Jungkook, who just served his own eyes from them and concentrated on an interesting stone beside him. Why did he agree to do this anyways? He could have hit the gym or play video games in the safety of his own, precious room. It wasn’t that he was not sociable nor weird, he just didn’t feel like coming to this kind of parties; where people drunk alcohol until they had no neurons left and the music was too loud to even hear what people said.

But he needed to clear his mind from everything that had been happening recently. He had to throw _her _out of his head before it was extremely late. So he grabbed the last bit of courage he had left, puffed his chest slightly and entered the crowded area with a confident aura surrounding his body.

As soon as he stepped in, a horrendous scent slapped him. He had to squint his nose slightly so as not to gag, his stomach begging him to run outside. Yet he held firm and pushed himself past the obnoxious basketball team, who were throwing their stupid orange ball around, and into the large living room filled with dancing teenagers. Jung Hoseok, the dancing prodigy and current host, had an expensive mansion secluded from the city. His parents were barely home due to business trips or late meetings which demanded the loss of a night inside their place. Therefore, his house was the first place to throw a good party. Not to mention the fact that his kitchen or living was five times bigger than Jungkook’s humble dwelling.

“Big party, huh?”-Taehyung beamed from behind Jungkook, a full red cup in his right hand while his left arm was draped around a petite girl’s shoulder. She seemed a little shy and introverted, the tall guy’s presence wrapping a cute crimson blush on her round cheeks-“Oh, where are my manners? This is Jungkook”-Taehyng slurred, signalling the lost boy with a slow neck movement. Jungkook offered her a friendly grin before waving his hand. She nodded gratefully-“Jungkook, this is...this is...”

“-Sarah, nice t-to meet you”-she interrupted Jungkook’s clearly drunk friend and extended her delicate hand, which he took with ease. The booming music made the conversation quite uncomfortable so Jungkook decided to leave both of them alone and enter the spacious kitchen. The clear lightning invaded Jungkook’s retina like a fierce punch, obliging him to let out a frustrated groan and pull a hand above his eyes. Damn, why would they keep lights on?

Angrily, he stomped towards the bar, grabbed a cup of something he wasn’t quite sure if the colour was normal and ushered his legs out of the place. Unfortunately, he bumped into someone, dropping her nearly empty cup to the floor. Jungkook was already preparing himself for the sure-to-come slap but nothing touched him. Actually, he heard the most beautiful laugh he had ever witnessed in his short life-“I should be thanking you”-Jungkook couldn’t focus his sight in order to take in her features, for the annoying light had damaged his vision greatly-“That tasted like actual shit”

He chuckled and tried to ask the stranger her name. Yet he couldn’t because he heard how Hoseok called out for her and how a small ‘See you later’ left her mouth.

()

“I was just looking for a drink”-you taunted Hoseok, swaying your newly refilled cup in front of his bothersome expression. You knew he wasn’t actually mad at you but just jealous of your minimal interaction with Jeon Jungkook, the innocent football team captain that had every girl swaying for him.

But you were not those girls.

However, you were not blind either, having analyzed the athlete’s intriguing beauty more than once. Training hours, for example, where the most convenient situations in which you could stare at him without being tackled by an arrogant cheerleader or a mad psychopath. An advantage of playing field hockey was that most of the time, your schedules collided with the male ones; offering you a pleasing view of those sweaty men who seemed to be gods-or that’s what Jen, our coach and single forty-year-old mother, said.

Anyways, Jeon Jungkook was a handsome guy who was too oblivious to notice the girls formed a straight line behind him-“What? Little Hobi is scared that his best friend is going to abandon him for some boy?”-you playfully sang while pinching his right cheek. Hoseok chuckled and swerved his head out of your reach, pushing you up to your spot as DJ-“No, I’m worried that if you go for too long, someone will get up here and start playing with your toys”-he winked and nodded towards your precious equipment-“I don’t want to comfort you like the other time”

Remembering how you had suffered when your old mixer had been broken by some random guy at a private gathering, you swiftly grasped your headphones and began mixing the songs that had been requested.

Music was your passion.

Your mother was the one who introduced you to it. She was the most talented violinist you had the pleasure to hear. The delicate strokes she created with her refined bow were majestic, entrancing every single person in the audience. You remembered fondly how your father danced at the violin’s rhythm with you draped around his embrace. Unfortunately, your parents died during a business trip and you were left with your uncle and your obnoxious little cousins. Although you loved them, they didn’t even make an effort to understand your love for music, abolishing everything related to it from his house.

Actually, that’s how you met Hoseok. Because of your uncle’s intolerance, you sought another place to express yourself. Practice rooms were always occupied by band or orchestra students and although you knew how to play some instruments, you wanted to be by yourself. The only sector available was the dancing salons, which were barely used. You had gone to the booking reception and asked for the room but someone next to you seemed to have the same idea. Jung Hoseok had been the only student you had fought over a practice room. And you were glad you did because if you hadn’t, you would have never actually become best friends.

Your fingers skipped through the vibrating board, twirling and pressing buttons repeatedly. Your laptop showed the songs placed on a queue and the ones that were currently breaking through the large speakers at your sides. Instinctively, your body moved with the rhythm, head bopping and eyes fluttered shut. Everything was fine, you were having a great time and no one seemed to complain about your skills.

‘Just dance and feel, the night has just begun’

()

Jungkook washed his hands and turned off the bathroom’s lights before exciting the expensive room and emerging into the dim corridor. He heard a giggle from the door facing him and then a loud moan followed, unfaltering bumps accompanying the latter sound. Quickly, he drowned his palms into his pockets and made sure to place himself as far as possible from there.

At the middle of his journey, Jimin had altered his trajectory and had dragged him into the living room. Music had risen from the last time he had stepped inside the area and more people crowded the space. The same girls that had been gossiping at the house’s entrance were now swaying their hips while on top of Hoseok’s coffee table, boys admiring their figures from the cushion below. Colourful lights flashed everyone’s faces with ferocity as Jimin began dancing to the song’s steady rhythm.

Jungkook followed him right away.

“Look to your right”-his friend advised. Jungkook did so, watching how two boys flirted with each other before crashing their lips together-“What do you think?”

“That people’s sexuality is not of your business?”

“What? No!”-Jimin exclaimed-“I meant the DJ, Jungkook”

So he twirled his head once again, now aiming a little bit further into the jumping crowd. At the top of what it seemed to be wooden deck there, you stood, enjoying the music whereas a red plastic cup accompanied your hand´s movements. You were absolutely stunning. Large black headphones contrasted with your flawless mane, which cascaded down your happily relaxed features. Although he could not see your legs, your upper half was decorated with a strapless white top, accentuating your breasts and shoulders. Now Jungkook knew why Jimin had nudged him to direct his gaze towards your place. You were not only sexy but also incredibly smooth.

You introduced the following song by lowering the former´s one volume, leaving just the bass playing. Afterwards, you raised the volume at its maximum and dropped the actual beat, receiving a drowning round of excited scream-” She´s Y/N”-Jimin explained in Jungkook´s ear, making him advert his piercing stare from you-” Hoseok´s hot best friend”

Out of nowhere, Taehyung emerged from the aggressive mass besides Jungkook´s friend. He was clearly drunker than he had intended to be, tumbling past Jimin and finally plopping on Jungkook´s hard shoulder-” What are we discussing ´bout?”-he slurred lazily. Jimin thrust his neck sideways, signalling a secluded couch where their friend could rest for a while. Pushing Taehyung with no mercy, Jungkook managed to slump the nearly dead body over the inviting cushion. Jimin sat on the narrow table in front, sighing quietly before swinging his hand and motioning Jungkook to imitate him-” So?”-Taehyung was not giving up-” What were you talking ´bout?”

“Hoseok´s friend”-Jimin answered but the brunette seemed unconvinced, turning to Jungkook for a second opinion. The lost boy just nodded reassuringly, his gaze moving through the crowd and landing on top of you once again. God, now you had taken off your headsets; savage hair swaying with your whole body-“Her? Yeah, she’s hot...”-Taehyung agreed before bumping his head back down and extending his hands upwards-“Y/N L/N!”-he began to call for you, earning some weird looks-“Jimin and Jungkook are demanding your attention~!”

Jimin was the one who jumped on top of him and covered his mouth with his palm, spatting a ‘Are you stupid?’ to his face. Sighing with relief, Jungkook knew you were too far away to even hear what Taehyung had screamed. However, despite that fact, he didn’t take into account that Hoseok had been standing behind Jungkook during the entire scene-“I mean, he is not wrong”-Hoseok chuckled nonchalantly. Jimin’s face should have been recorded. Eyes widened, lips opened and hands still on top of Taehyung’s face, Jimin’s concern could be seen from miles away.

Jung Hoseok was not the scary type of man. In fact, he was extremely sociable and sweet, known throughout the campus for his charisma and dancing skills. But that did not abolish the fact that he was actually really protective over what he loved. His family, his dog, his girlfriend... his best friend; were practically untouchable. Therefore, it was no secret you were single yet no one dared to speak to you romantically-“W-We...”-Jimin gaped but no words left his mouth.

“We were talking about Y/N”-Jungkook spoke up, twirling his torso in order to face the man behind him. Hoseok seemed amused as if challenging him was not on his plans but Jungkook did not flatter, maintaining eye contact with Hoseok’s flaming stare-“Is there a problem?”

Maybe it was the alcohol talking for him but he was uttering things he would have never even dared to think. Now he was standing, facing Hoseok fully-“It depends on what you were saying”-he answered, thrusting his palms slightly forward sending Jungkook backwards-“What? She’s of your property now?”-the football captain retorted, biting down on his tongue before clenching his jaw strenuously.

Hoseok gazed the unpleasing audience around them, judging without fear their actions. He gulped but decided to stand for himself and, most importantly, you-“No”-he spat-“But no one should speak about a person like that”

“Oh, don’t be such hypocrite!”-Jungkook rolled his eyes, crossing his toned forearms over his puffed chest-“We both know you’re no saint, Hoseok”

Regret tumbled on Jungkook’s opponent’s features, images of his past experience hunting him down. Despite wearing a huge smile every day, Hoseok did have some deep secrets too; like the fact, he had harassed a girl during a party held after an important game. Maybe that was the reason why he was so overprotective with you...maybe he was just trying to keep you safe from people’s lack of willpower.

Everyone gasped with Jungkook’s statement and he caught how the music had lowered its volume abruptly, leaving a melodious hum floating with the tense air. His eyes darted your way but you were nowhere in sight. Because of his worry, Jungkook was unable to dodge Hoseok’s punch towards his stomach, which had him vending in a matter of seconds. Coughing, he gained some strength and swerved away from Hoseok’s exasperated reach. The red-haired threw one, two, even three fists but they all landed on spots besides Jungkook.

Hoseok was now stumbling, clearly exhausted. Jungkook took advantage of his state and struck a final kick into his abdomen, grabbing his shirt’s collar so as for him to face him entirely-“Don’t ever touch me again...”

“What’s happening?”

You emerged from the crowd, beautiful features drowned by concern. Now Jungkook could admire you fully, taking in your slender legs peeking through your tight black skirt, your feet covered with same-coloured heels. Despite being smaller than him, Jungkook felt intimidated by your confidence. As you moved forward to the scene, some people began whispering mischievously; trying to figure out what would happen.

Jungkook felt how his stomach bolted notoriously while you helped Hoseok up, resting his right arm around your shoulders. Finally, your gaze landed on his; embarrassment flashing through your iris. Everyone seemed to vanish, the only sound remaining being Jungkook’s labour breathing and drumming heartbeat. Mesmerizing eyes were still fixed upon him and Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if you were just as amazed as he was with you.

But unbelievable moments were meant to be broken for you had a drunken man attached to your side and thousands of excited teenagers waiting for the party to start again-“I’m going to take Hoseok to his room!”-you announced smiling vaguely as if you were done with everyone and everything. Yet you managed to raise the music’s volume with a tiny remote control and leave the place without anyone noticing. Well, everyone but Jungkook.

“Jimin, take care of Taehyung”-Jungkook declared before disappearing followed by Jimin’s annoyed growl. You could be in danger, right? Being with a nearly-unconscious adolescent could lead to various scenarios, maybe Hoseok was not as innocent as everyone thought he was... and Jungkook knew that perfectly well.

With that thought in mind, his legs sped up through the narrow hallway which introduced him to Hoseok’s gigantic room. The door was cracked open, so you might have already entered the place. Pushing the piece of wood at its end, Jungkook stepped inside the room and relief washed over him. There you were, knelt besides Hoseok’s dreaming form on his bed. Jungkook was reluctant in whether he should have approached you or not but you were yet again faster than him, twirling your torso and gifting him a marvellous view of your profile.

God, he had seen you during practice. How your ponytail would flop from one side to another when you ran or how your determination would never leave your features although things were not going exactly as you had planned. He had always thought you were beautiful. However, when the moonlight shone across your blushed cheeks and your lips were slightly opened so as to breath properly, he pictured you as an actual goddess.

“I’m fine, Jungkook”-you whispered, standing up and walking towards him-“Go...enjoy the party”

Yet Jungkook didn’t move. Even though your warm grin ordered him to follow your indirect order, he didn’t want to change you for some kind of social-fucking-gathering-“Let’s go together then”-he proposed and you giggled shaking your head-“I have to take care of Hoseok”

And by the way, you looked towards your best friend, he knew there would be no excuse that would drag you out of the room. Therefore, Jungkook sighed closing the door and then proceeded to look for a comfortable place to lay himself on. Surveying the enormous expansion, he smirked to himself when he bumped into a blue cushion which was far from Hoseok’s bed but close enough to keep an eye on him-“What are you doing?”

You inquired from the threshold, arms crossed and eyebrows raised in amusement-“If you are not going downstairs with me...”-Jungkook answered while plopping himself down on the couch-“Then I don’t want to go”

“And why is that?”-you played along, discarding your complex heels away and moving tentatively from the door. Jungkook couldn’t help but admire how your tightly hugged hips swayed steadily as if music’s beats slept inside you. Soon enough your reached Jungkook’s comfortable position and decided to stay standing in front of him, staring how his tanned chest peaked through the collar of his opened shirt or how his worked tights looked exceptionally good with those jeans. Either one of them, you had to admit that maybe you were one of those girls who had been charmed by Jungkook’s handsomeness.

“Because there’s no other person who interests me down there more than you”-he dared to admit. Yes, you had lost all coherent thoughts. You crawled on top of his lap, sensing how his hands immediately groped your bottom earning a slight gasp from you-“And you? Why don’t you go downstairs?”-he whispered in your ear.

“I have to take care of Hoseok”-you said. Lips mocked each other, floating just above on another. His mint breath fanned your features and his large hands had rolled up your skirt, leaving your white lingerie exposed to anyone who entered the room-“Is that it?”-he repeated now caressing a finger to your already humid opening which was still covered by the lace cloth.

Your eyes fluttered shut in response to his minimal touch, bottom lip hiding submissively behind your teeth. Jungkook painted your face inside his mind rapidly, not wanting to forget how pleased you looked by his actions-“So? Are you really here just for Hoseok?”-he dared to move your underwear aside, gracing the skin beyond and marvelling with the amount of moisture lapping from it.

“No”-you moaned under your breath-“I-I...”-you couldn’t find the right words to express your desire, how much you wanted him to fuck you roughly on your best friend’s couch. So you grabbed his face and crashed your lips with his, tongue pouring impatiently out of your mouth and into his. Jungkook groaned wildly, sneaking his fingers away from your cunt and upwards to your fitting top. He was quick to dismiss that item too, which soon accompanied your long-forgotten heels.

Your rosy bud aroused due to the sudden touch of the room’s cold but Jungkook’s hands were already there to warm them up, squeezing both of your breasts as you moved down on him. He broke your make-out session by attacking your neck, licking his way downwards to the valley on your chest. He kissed your right mound and latched his swollen lips with your wanting nipple. You whimpered, clasping his chestnut locks desperately and pushing him even further into your exposed skin. He groaned and began playing with your neglected breast, freehand then moving to your ass and slapping it slightly.

“Fuck!”-you swore and he couldn’t be more pleased with it. With a loud pop, he lost himself with your sinful expression, giving you the right amount of time to free yourself from his grip and kneel on the floor, face in front of his clothed cock. Skillfully you unbuttoned his pants and discarded his underwear, leaving his length completely exposed. Liquidy precum glossed his large shaft and you had to admit that you were surprisingly intimidated by the sight of it-“What? Is my cock too big for you?”-he chuckled and you looked up, challenging eyes battling with determination itself.

You gently grasped the base of his cock with your left hand and lined his swollen crimson tip with your parted lips. He contained a breath as your tongue peaked out of its cavern and tasted the fluid covering his length, toying with it for a while before taking in the first part of it-“God!”-he screamed dumbly pulling your hair backwards to have a good look of your bobbing head and teary eyes. You thrust his cock even further into your mouth, gagging just when he reached the back of your throat. Slurping sounds and moans full of lust echoed through the shallow room while your clothed pussy creamed the expensive underwear that you had bought the other day. But you could not care less as you sucked harshly on Jungkook´s titanic shaft, provoking breathy whimpers and harsh tucks on your spontaneous ponytail.

Jungkook was lost in utter pleasure, your hands-which now squeezed his balls with confidence-contributing to his blissful delight. He was cumming. He knew it and you surely knew it too. But he was not going to be the first one to fall. Jungkook took advantage of your vulnerability and yanked your head away from his virility by your loose ponytail, tending your back on top of the couch. Hurriedly he climbed on top of you and, although he would have killed to taste your juices right then and there, he knew both of you had minimal time to enjoy yourselves. He removed your last piece of clothing and centred his length on your pussy.

You moaned when his tip graced your sensitive entrance, tickling your clit when he began moving it upwards and then-tentatively slow-downwards-“Get on with it, Jeon!”-you begged and he chuckled darkly. He managed to sneak a hand down your stomach and placed his middle finger on top of your juicy slit. He slid it until it reached your sensitive nerve bound and you nearly screamed when he pressed it tenderly-“Hm? What do you want, baby?”-he growled, pushing his shaft a little bit further into you-“Ah!”-you moaned and clutched his broad shoulders-“Use your words...”-he mocked.

“Fuck me, please!”-

Without further do, he stumped his full size inside your needy cunt and groaned when your walls tightened around him. He was huge, stretching every inch of your vagina with every single thrust; going deep, deep, deep...-“Ah!”-you whimpered when his nimble fingers buried themselves in your creamy inner lips, caressing your clit as if it was the silkiest fabric he had ever touched-“Why don’t you moan a little louder?”-he asked, accentuating his last word by burying himself deep into your throbbing cunt and staying motionless for a whole minute.

“Please! Move, Jeon!”-you screamed while rolling your hips around his toned pelvic. You threw your head back, earning the right amount of contact in order to rub your sensitive bud over his hot sweaty skin. But he was cruel, planting his calloused palms on your hips maintaining you utterly still-“What?”-he smirked like the devil itself. Minutes ago he could barely make eye-contact with you, what had happened? You weren’t complaining though when he roughly slapped your right ass cheek, leaving the warmth emanating from your pussy before slamming himself back in again-“Aren’t you worried your best friend might wake up?”

Hoseok, fuck.

Jungkook chuckled as you snapped your head sideways, searching for any sudden movements from Hobi’s dormant self-“Because...”-he spoke again-“I wouldn’t mind him seeing you like this, begging just for me”-Fucking Jeon Jungkook on your best friend’s couch, inside his room while he’s slept literally a few steps away from you; wasn’t and had never been on your plans. However, when someone as him was now hungrily staring at your body and nearly touching your cervix with his titanic cock, you couldn’t-not even thought about-turning down his offer.

Therefore, you pushed his chest backwards on the couch and placed yourself hurriedly on top of him, swirling your hips tentatively to make your point clear-“I wouldn’t mind that either, Jeon”-He groaned and you took the lead, riding him mercilessly as you moaned while throwing your head upwards. It was a sinful melody; his growls, your uncontrollable whines, and the slurping sound bumping with the steady music. You were about to reach your climax. He wasn’t too far either.

Jungkook’s hips met your movements halfway, creating a new sensation that you couldn’t actually describe. It was amazing. So much so, that when he growled and pushed his cock even further into you, creaming every inch of your vagina, you came undone. A large moan erupted from the back of your throat, freeing every bit of pleasure swimming inside you. It was the most wonderful orgasm you had ever experienced and Jungkook must have known it too, for his smirk was extremely huge and hands were already circling your exhausted frame-“That was...”

“Fuck”-he muttered, not believing any of what had happened. He had sex with Hoseok’s best friend, the most astonishing woman he could have laid his eyes on-“Yes”-you agreed, moving away from him so as to look for something warm to cover both of you. Soon enough, you found a large quilt that would provide a nice warmth.

“You know”-he spoke when you crawled beside him, tangling your arms around his chest while his hands cupped the sides of your hips-“I couldn’t hear you, the music was so fucking loud...”-he mumbled on your skin, fingertips taunting your bare tight-“That’s why I’m getting paid for, Jeon”

“Then maybe next time I will have to make you scream harder”

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The Best Apologies

Yeosang x Reader

Angst/Fluff

Summary: Your friends helped you so much after that mess with Yeosang at prom. But when one of them starts to push you to talk to Yeosang, you cave.

THIS IS THE SECOND PART TO WHY DID I FALL FOR THE BAD BOY FOR MY SWEETHEART @a-nik7

(this gif gives off such a vibe I can’t)

You hadn’t talked to any of your friends since prom. You’d only said that you were home and okay in your group chat before you silenced your phone. Everyone knew by now of what had happened. Jongho had tried to come in, even trying to use your spare key that was outside, but you grabbed it before coming inside that night. He’d left you some things he knew that would comfort you. He’d placed one of your favorite hoodies of his on your doorstep, along with some snacks and water. You’d texted him thanks but wouldn’t read any other message that was sent to you.

Yeosang thought he was actually gonna die that night. Jongho beat his ass until Hongjoong and Yunho pulled him off. “How the fuck could you do that to MY BEST FRIEND?!” He screamed. Everyone was pissed at him for what he’d done to you. When he finally caught a glimpse of you at school, you looked nothing like the girl that he’d fallen in love with. You wore Jongho’s sweater and some jeans. Your hair was always down now, when you used to always wear it up so you didn’t have to keep putting it behind your ears. He would get caught staring at you, and the guys would pull him away. You hadn’t talked to any of them, not even Jongho. He was getting really worried about you, so the guys made a plan, without Yeosang, to get you to talk to them.

When you got home, you saw 7 guys sitting on your doorstep.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you pulled your headphones out of your ears. Everyone but Yeosang was there, probably to get you to talk to them.

“We miss our best friend.” San whined as he came closer. They could all tell that you were still hurting. Your eyes were red already. You’d seen him talking to a girl at lunch on your way to the library, and then you were just like those girls you’d see crying in the bathroom over him. But you pulled yourself together and walked by, getting to the library to put your head in all the work you needed to get done. San pulled you out of your head by hugging you tightly. You felt some tears gathering in your eyes. You nuzzled into his chest as some tears came down. “Oh bub it’s okay. Come on let's get you inside.” Hongjoong took your bag while Jongho took your keys. When you got inside, Wooyoung made you go upstairs to change while they took out everything they brought. Your favorite movie in the whole world was the Princess Bride, which they brought. They had your favorite snacks and all the hoodies you could want, knowing that you hadn’t been feeling dressing up. You came downstairs to see the TV already on, with the Princess Bride ready to play, and your favorite boys arguing in the kitchen.

“But I wanted that!” Yunho said as you saw Jongho run from him with some chips in his hand. You laughed a little at that and went to snuggle into Seonghwa. Besides Jongho, he was the closest to being your best friend. He was probably the only one who didn’t bombard your phone with texts and calls to ask if you were okay. He was that silent pillar that you could lean against when times got tough.

“Come on, let’s go start the movie before people start fighting more.” Hongjoong said smiling and laughing. When everyone was in your living room, everyone was touching at least one part of you. Jongho was on your left while Mingi was on your right. San and Joong was down on the floor, leaning on your legs. Wooyoung was laid out across the 3 on the couch, wanting as much attention as he could get. Yunho and Seonghwa were on opposite sides of Jongho and Mingi with their arms over the others shoulder to play with your hair. As you watched more and more movies, they just decided to stay over. You were glad that they’d decided to come over, you missed them no matter how much you knew you needed to be alone for a while. Seeing Yeosang at school was hard enough, but not having your best friends was even worse.

“I’m sorry I ignored you all.” You said quietly, lowkey feeling guilty about it.

“Oh bubs, we all know you needed some time after that bullshit happened.” Mingi said and he pulled you closer to him. “We can tell you that he didn’t leave there clean though.” Seonghwa said as he looked over at your childhood best friend.

“What do you mean?” “Oh, Jongho kicked his ass. Me and Yunho had to pull him off before he killed him.” Joong said as he picked up another bag of snacks to share with San. You looked over at Jongho.

“What? He deserved it. He was lucky that they pulled me away. I told you when we were younger that I’d protect you from everything, that includes dumbass boys who think it’s cool to play with your heart.” He looked so proud of that. You smiled and grabbed his hand. He knew you didn’t really like violence, but also knew you couldn’t say anything since he’d broke your heart.

When you went back to school, all the guys met you at the gate. Then then proceeded to all walk you to class. You where with Yunho, walking to your next class when you saw Yeosang again. He was with the same girl that you’d seen him last with. Your eyes started to water and you looked down, but Yunho drew you close and the two of you walked right past him. He started at the 2 of you, surprised that you were talking to them again.

When Yeosang sat beside you in class, you almost cried right then and there. Your heart still hurt so bad and you felt so insecure about yourself that you asked the teacher if you could be moved. Everyone had heard about what happened, obviously they did, so he agreed to move you and moved you to the back while he moved Yeosang to the front. You’d never been more happy with a teacher than right then.

When Yeosang made his first attempt to talk to you, you were with Hongjoong. He’d waited until lunch, knowing that only one of the guys would be around you, and he was less likely to die if they weren’t all around.

“Y/N. Please let me explain.” Yeosang said as he came up behind you. You froze for a second, but Hongjoong grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

“She doesn’t wanna talk right now Sang. Try it again never.” Hongjoong said as he looked over his shoulder. You where lost in your thoughts as he pulled you away from him, but he was relentless.

“Sweetheart please.” At this you broke.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore! You broke my heart in front of the whole school just so you could be so cool! I don’t want to talk to you. It’s already bad enough that we have classes together. So leave me the fuck alone Yeosang, you’ve already done enough.” You quieted down as you progressed. Walking away from Yeosang, while he stared at you was the hardest thing you’ve ever done.

Yeosang was hanging out with Seonghwa, since he was the one who seemed the least mad at him right now. They were sitting at Yeosang’s house smoking.

“Hwa I fucked up real bad.” He said as he blew out the smoke.

“I know.” He said before he took a big drag off his cigarette.

“I want to explain to her what happened. But she won’t let me. She looked so broken the other day when she was yelling at me.” He looked so depressed, remembering that day.

“Maybe that’s because she is. She loved you, you know. She told me the day before prom and I was happy cause I know you did too. When Eric said all that, and the heart broken look on your face, I knew that you’d tried to stop it.”

“I did. Oh god I did. I mean, I did approach her because of the challenge, but then I fell in love with her too. Before we even started to date, I tried to call it off. But Eric was so adamant on prom. So I had no choice, or he was going to tell her anyways. And I didn’t want to tell her before prom since I knew she’d break up with me, even though I deserved it, as soon as I told her. And I just wanted to be happy with her for a little while longer.” He looked up at his ceiling, tears falling out his eyes.

“Don’t worry Yeo. I’ll talk to her.” With this Yeosang looked at Seonghwa.

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll talk to her and try and convince her to speak to you so you can explain. But say everything you just said, so she knows. Yeosang quickly got outta his seat and hugged him so hard.

“Hwa I’ll never be able to repay you if you help me get my girl back.”

“Just keep her happy this time. That’s enough payment for me.”

When you were hanging out with Seonghwa, the last thing you expected was for him to tell you to talk to Yeosang.

“Hey bubs, can I say something without you being like ‘Oh my god what?’?” He asked.

“Of course you can. What’s up Hwa?” You said, putting down your phone and looking towards him.

“I think you should talk to Yeo-” “What?”

“I told you not to be like ‘what’ but I talked to him the other day and he explained everything to me. About everything that happened. I think you should talk to him.” Seonghwa looked over at you. You were looking off, zoned out, no doubt remembering that night.

“Why? What is a good enough excuse for me to talk to him, and for you to try and convince me to talk to him?” “Y/N, he tried to call off the bet before you two even started dating. He begged Eric to let it go, but Eric said he wouldn’t. I know he should tell you this but you need to hear it now. He even showed me the texts. Eric said that he’d tell you anyways, and he wanted to tell you. But he didn’t want the happy times he had with you to go away since he knew you’d break up with him.” You were quiet. You didn’t know what to say, if what Seonghwa said was true, and he’d never lied to you before, then maybe Yeosang’s excuse wouldn’t be an excuse but the truth.

“Let me think about it. I-” You paused to gather your thoughts. “It’s a lot to take in right now.” “I understand bubs. I’ll tell him he’ll have to wait a little longer.” A week after Seonghwa had told you about Eric threatening to tell you anyways, you looked through the texts he’d sent that night. You hadn’t looked at anything since that night, even his name was still the same.

Yeo<3: Babe please tell me where you are Yeo<3: baby please Yeo<3: I will say that everything was true Yeo<3: I did approach you because of that stupid bet Yeo<3: But then I fell in love with you Yeo<3: I’m so in love with you baby Yeo<3: And now I ruined it The Next Day

Yeo<3: I know you’re so mad at me, but Jongho kicked my ass last night Yeo<3: I remember when you’d used to patch me up after fights Yeo<3: But I know that isn’t gonna happen anymore Yeo<3: I ruined the greatest thing I’ve ever had Yeo<3: I’m sorry Yeo<3: I’m so sorry Yeo<3: i wudh yoy wgete hetr Yeo<3: i miss you

Last Week

Yeo<3: I talked to Hwa today Yeo<3: since I know you don’t read these I’m gonna say this Yeo<3: I’m going to get you back Yeo<3: I can’t let the best thing just go like that Yeo<3: and when you are mine again, I’m never letting you go Yeo<3: I also beat Eric’s ass Yeo<3: He said he’d help me get you back Yeo<3: I love you babygirl

You laid back and stared at the ceiling. You didn’t know what to do. You were still so hurt by what happened almost a month ago, but you wanted to know why. You decided to text him.

Me: Yeosang, I’d like to talk to you. Meet me at the park by the river in 10. This is your only chance

When you made it to the park, you could already see him by your bench. He was sitting down on it, running his hands through his hair and leg shaking.

“Hi Yeosang.” You said quietly when you were close enough.

“Oh my god. Y/N I’m so sorry. I-” He immediately launched into apologies.

“Breathe Yeosang. I’ll let you explain, so take your time.” You sat down beside him, making sure there was a lot of space between them. When he launched into the story, he told everything down to the last detail. He told you that he tried to call it off the week before he asked you out. And even after you started dating, he still tried to get Eric to not tell you. When you asked why he hadn’t told you, he looked away.

“I didn’t want to ruin the happiest times of my life. If I had told you, you would’ve left me right then. I would’ve been so heartbroken, but I’d have deserved it. I do now.” You looked at him, and your heart broke. You could tell he’d lost some weight, and he still had a bruise on his cheek, probably from Jongho’s beating.

“I don’t hate you.” You said. It’d been a tense silence. He looked at you quickly in surprise. “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m not hurt. I wish you would’ve told me than to keep it from me. I would’ve been mad at first but then I would have realized how much it meant to risk our relationship to tell me the truth.” You sighed. “I’ll give you another chance. BUT if you fuck it up this time I’m done. I’m only giving you this one time since I knew someone else forced their hand.” He jumped up and hugged you tightly.

“Oh sweetheart. I love you so much. I’m so sorry I hurt you.” He said as he cried lightly into your neck.

“I love you too Yeo.” And he kissed you. That kiss would probably be the best kiss you had, besides the one you’d have on your wedding, cause you knew he was the one. That kiss took your breath away and gave it back at all once. When you pulled away, his eyes looked at you, sparkling.

“Sweetheart, can I ask you to do something?” You looked at him skeptically.

“What?” “Can you tell Jongho that we’re back together. He scares me now.” And with this you busted out laughing. You agreed and walked off with him to the café that was close, holding hands and with his jacket around your shoulders. The smell of cigarettes and flowers strong as the first day he gave he gave you his jacket. You looked at him from across the table.

“Why are you staring?” He asked.

“I love you.” You said smiling.

“I love you too sweetheart.” He replied, kissing your hand that was intertwined with his on the table.

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bbyiknowplaces · 5 years

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Lover Dissertation.

Written while listening to the entirety of LOVER. @taylorswift @taylornation

(Lover by Taylor Swift. August 22nd 9PM)

I FORGOT YOU EXISTED - A bop. A real bop. This beat. I LOVE IT. HOLY. “IT ISN’T LOVE IT ISN’T HATE IT’S JUST INDIFFERENCE.” AND IT WAS SO NIIIIIIIICE. Holy crap this is literally so catchy and “SO YEAH.”

CRUEL SUMMER – TAKE ME NOW. WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME MAKES ME WANT YOU MORE. UNBREAKABLE HEAVEN. ALL THE EASTER EGGS. Okay, Cruel Summer is a bop and it’s going to kill radio. I DON’T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU. I LOVE YOU AIN’T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD.

LOVER – Oh, just hand me a box of tissues and throw me someone to dance with. Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? FOREVER AND EVER? RIP ME.

THE MAN - I would be complex, I would be cool. Her vocals. Okay. Holy crap. BOSS LADY. Really though the vocals are SO GOOD. CRAP. IF I SWORE I WOULD SWEAR RIGHT NOW. WHAT I WAS WEARING?? Also a bop. This beat. Is this Jack too? I have to go check.

THE ARCHER- Just shoot me in the heart already. Dark side, I search for your dark side, but what if I’m all right, right, right, right, here? Oh man, if I was at a secret session it would have been almost worthless because I would have almost no recollection of these songs after one play. Seriously. This is free though time because I know every word of The Archer. I SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME I SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME. It’s taking like ten minutes to download the album to my computer because it’s a big file even though it’s a zip. 18 tracks, baby. Okay, here we go. Continuing.

I THINK HE KNOWS – SNAP. SNAP. SNAP. SNAP. This rap. THIS BEAT. SHE IS SO IN LOVE. I WANNA SEE WHAT’S UNDER THAT ATTITUDE. He better lock it down or I will never stay, hahahaha! BOY I UNDERSTAND. So where we gonna go? Dang.

MISS AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE – Ooh, eerie. Ripped up my prom dress. I love this sound. NO CAMERAS CATCH MY PAGEANT SMILE. IT’S YOU AND ME. YOU PLAY STUPID GAMES YOU WIN STUPID PRIZES. Voted most likely to run away with you. HEART EYES. You are the only one who seems to care. THE DAMSELS ARE DEPRESSED. NO CAMERAS CATCH MY MUFFLED CRIES. CRYING. (O-KAY!) I love the shouts. GO FIGHT WIN. Someday we’re gonna WIN. Takes me back cause the drama FEELS LIKE HIGH SCHOOL. EYE ROLL. They whisper in the hallway, “she’s a bad, bad girl.”

PAPER RINGS – Cat and mouse for a month or two?? THIS IS ADORABLE. I LIKE SHINY THING BUT I’D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS. I HATE ACCIDENTS EXCEPT WHEN WE WENT FROM FRIENDS TO THIS. I’m with you even if it make me blue. PAINTED YOUR BROTHERS WALL BLUE. Who’s counting 1,1, 1,2,3,4??!?? In dirty dreams?? I mean true. BABY BOY. DREARY MONDAYS. I like this beat too. Sick. Honestly. I’m almost halfway through! Oh no! You’re the one I want. HEART EYES.

CORNELIA STREET – THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO DELICATE. AFTER THEY LEFT THE BAR HOLY CRAP. This production AHHHHHHHHH. I’ll never walk Cornelia Street again. This is so dreamy. LIKE DRIVING IN THE DARK WITH WINDOWS OPEN. Card sharks, playing games. SAT ON THE ROOF YOU AND I, DRINKING BEER OUT OF PLASTIC CUPS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT. SACRED NEW BEGINNINGS. LISTEN, I HOPE I NEVER LOSE YOU. HER BREATHY VOCALS AWWWW SHHHHH. AAAA FREAKING CAR DOOR.

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS – THIS PIANO. WHAT. I dress to kill my time. Okay, the piano is still going. What. WHO IS THIS ABOUT. IS THIS JOE? WHAT. TOM. What? CHANDELIER STILL FLICKERING. But I’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts. THE SAD VIOLIN.

LONDON BOY - ON MY SCOOTER. THAT WAS SO CUTE. THAT WAS JOE. HIS VOICE. LOL. YOU KNOW I LOVE A LONDON BOY. CAMDEN. DARLING I FANCY YOU. WHY DID MY ANCESTORS MOVE TO AMERICA, I COULD HAVE BEEN BORN IN FREAKING ENGLAND. THE WEST END. GREY SKY. CAB RIDE. DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME. HER ACCENT HAHAHA! HIS MATES. LIKE A TENNESEE STELLA MCCARTNEY. So I guess all the rumors are true? WINK.

SOON YOU’LL GET BETTER – Oh, I love a guitar. I didn’t tell you I was scared. Desparate people find faith. THE HARMONIES. JUST LIKE I IMAGINED THEM. EVEN BETTER. CAUSE YOU HAVE TO. What am I supposed to do if there’s no you? Just so sad. I just.

FALSE GOD – Saxophone yes. I don’t know anything about this one. I can’t talk to you like this. I still do it for you, babe. HOLY MORE SAXOPHONE. YES. TAYLOR YES. We’d still worship this love. I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me. Hell is when I fight with you. THE ALTER IS MY HIPS I MEAN. Well, that was sexy.

YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN – A REAL FREAKING BOP. It’s better with headphones. The reverb. It sounds different when put with the entire album. Seriously, though it sounds different. I can’t wait to hear the secret session audio tomorrow and put all these songs into their stories cause I’m not that great at it and even if I were great at it, Taylor has all the details and context to really paint the actual picture she’s trying to get across.

AFTERGLOW – Okay. Okay. Put you in jail for something you didn’t do. SHE’S SO GROWN. WHY’D I HAVE TO BREAK WHAT I LOVE SO MUCH. HEY IT’S ALL ME AND MY HEAD. I’M THE ONE WHO BURNED THIS DOWN. BUT IT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT. I DON’T WANNA LOSE THIS WITH YOU. MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW. Low, blue, ways she describes him. PUNISHED YOU WITH SILENCE. It’s all me, in my head. It’s all me. I promise to be over dramatic. J JUST DON’T GO. Tell me that we’ll be just fine even when I lose my mind. Okay, Joe has been through a lot and Taylor has been through a lot and a relationship is so much give and take and highs and lows but holding onto each other through the whole thing and WANTING TO HOLD ONTO EACH OTHER is what makes it real.

ME! – The ORIGINAL. THE EASTER EGG MASTERPIECE. FREAK. LET’S DO THIS. MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW. Wow, that’s gonna be stuck in my head for a while. Me takes on a bigger meaning after hearing the rest of the album and I like that it’s at the end to tie things up that there’s only one of you and me and NOBODY’S GONNA LOVE YOU LIK ME.

IT’S NICE TO HAVE FRIEND – Vocals. Choir. Oh. STEEL DRUM. WHAT. Taylor walking to school carrying coffee. Steel drums though. You been stressed out lately, me too. THE TRUMPET. UH, BELLS. UKULELE. CHURCH BELLS. FEELS LIKE HOME. STAY IN BED ALL WEEKEND. CAUSE THEY’RE BEST FRIENDS AND LOVERS. COLBIE CAILAT.

DAYLIGHT – SO DREAMY. EVERYONE LOOKED WORSE IN THE LIGHT. I’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye. I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. THIS IS SO CUTE. SHE’S FOUND. IT. SHE SEES DAYLIGHT. CLEARING THE AIR I BREATHED IN THE SMOKE. RAN WITH THE WOLVES. CLOAKS AND DAGGERS. THIS BASS. YES. I COULD NEVER LOOK AWAY. OMG IMAGINE THIS AT THE END OF TOUR. AND NOW I’M WIDE AWAKE. DAYLIGHT DAYLIGHT DAYLIGHT DAYLIGHT REPEAT FOREVER. BRIDGE. TAKE ME. TAKE ME AWAY. AND I CAN STILL SEE IT ALL IN MY HEAD. BURNING RED. IT’S BURNING RED. OH CRAP. OH CRAP. SHE DID. SHE DID!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S ONLY HALFWAY OVER WHAT THE FREAK. I ONLY SEE DAYLGHT. ALL THE BACKGROUND VOCALS COMING TOGETHER. THE PIANO, IMAGINE HEARING THIS ON THE PIANO ON TOUR. STEP INTO THE FREAKING DAYLIGHT AND LET IT GO. LET IT GO. THERE’S STILL 45 MORE SECONDS. AUDIO. YOU ARE WHAT YOU LOVE AND I LOVE YOU, TAYLOR. NO DON’T LET IT BE OVER. I HAVE TO LISTEN TO IT AGAIN. DON’T LET IT STOP.

Wow. It’s really over. There’s so MUCH, FREAKING SO MUCH. Oh, man I just love it so much. The honesty, the love, the reflections of relationships and things done wrong and things done right. It really is a new beginning. I want this feeling of being complete and whole and loved no matter WHAT to never end. Because you both deserve it.

#I love it so much #I can't wait for tour and everything else that's coming #It's flawless

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barbika1508 · 6 years

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Full of surprises (Min Yoongi x Reader / Mention of smut)

Words; 3,4k

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mention of Smut / Start of Smut

Warnings; The girl character in this story is Bisexual, Cursing, Start of Sexy times

Authors note: B/F/N means best friends name…he’s a guy in this story so guy best friend //example// means they are talking over the phone

Summary: You’re talking on the phone with your best friend, Yoongi overhears it and gets slightly jealous about the conversation deciding to distract you. And oh boy does he distract you.

Reader’s P.O.V.

//Oh, I would definitely sit on his face. // I comment immediately not hesitating and chuckle darkly as I stare at the screen of the laptop before me.

//I see why...man I would...// I immediately grin widely at the reply, switching the tabs on the search engine, pulling out the article I was reading and opening up the word document once more. I’ve been good for the past hour, doing my school assignment. That was until my B/F/N called and completely sidetracked me.

//Yes right?! Bruh the things I would do...// I shudder making B/F/N sigh on the other end.

//Oke to far. // he calls out but I notice the weird silence in the house. I shift on the slightly squeaky chair glancing towards the hallway and living room. I’ve been here for over an hour, settled in the kitchen by myself; hence the spread mess of my notes, laptop and other things I’m working on. It’s a much-needed preparation for many work and school related things. The thing that is puzzling me is the silence. Because until 5 minutes ago my boyfriend was happily blasting music from his room, working on some beats. I listen paying attention to my surroundings, as B/F/N isn’t saying anything on the other line. Maybe he has put finally headphones in like I told him too.

//Anyways…oh shit bro no come on…// I half moan as I pull the blinking chat up, B/F/N sending another picture like before but this time of a girl. A good looking one

//Yes, and yes!!!!// he shouts on the other end enthusiastically while I take the girl in.

//But let’s be real the things I would do to her…worship key word worship…// I moan dramatically at the mere thought throwing my head back, while he groans on the other end. But my boyfriend crosses my mind despite me just fooling around. He’s still my number one thought.

//Damnit! By your voice I believe you would do even better than me for fucks sake L/N!!// he complains and the way he does it, I immediately burst into loud genuine laughter tears gathering in my eyes, as I clutch my phone in hand tightly, as he continues to complain //Seriously, you should have thought me tricks…I’m not saying having a threesome, but I mean…you should have taught me your wayssssss…//

//Should, should, should past tense. // I calm down briefly catching onto his words.

//Yeah, you’re clearly taken. // he snorts back to which I kick the table accidentally.

‘’Ouch fuck!!!!’’ I curse clutching onto my leg, while B/F/N mocks me on the other side.

//That’s what you get for doubting me!!// yet I straighten up instead as I close of the chat, and let the things I have to do onto the front. But I slightly jump at the figure at the doorway from the hallway. Yoongi just stands there glaring at me //Plus sexy times definitely you had them, you were way too much in a good mood this morning, when you called me!!! Plus, the selfies?! Come on it's written in your eyes. You like him a lot! Dare I say love him?!!// he starts to sing while I watch Yoongi make his way over and pulls out the chair on my right and sits himself down.

//Shut up!!// I hiss blushing as I reach over to click a few windows away from the screen and glance back up at Yoongi whose eyes shift onto my own. But he remains completely neutral and just stares.

‘’Are you gonna be done soon?! I need your opinion on something. Today.’’ He goes straight to the point while I nod and turn to my laptop. He doesn’t seem to be to pleased with me. and he was all smiles just a few hours ago. Uh oh what did I do now?!

//I have to go. // I state interrupting my best friend who remained rambling on unbothered.

//You’re ditching me for sex, aren’t you?! THAT’S MY GIRL!!!!// He starts shouting so much that I have to lean the phone away from my ear frowning. But I see Yoongi smiles at that.

‘’Come when you can.’’ My boyfriend says and then he’s up and walking away.

//Sadly, no sexy times! // I sing back but B/F/N is laughing //I swear you’re a 12-year-old boy in a 30-year-old body!!!//

//I…heeeeeyyyyyyyy!!! 30?????? DO you want to dieee??!??!?! // he shouts even louder.

//I’m going to kill you!!!// I threaten him back but then he’s shouting at someone on the other line. I take his distraction to quickly gather my stuff into a pile of papers and notebooks, and shut my laptop letting everything just sit on the table, as I get up.

//One of these days you’re going to blow my eardrums out. // I speak up getting his attention walking into the hallway turning off the lights in the kitchen.

//I think it’s going to be the other way around you bastard! // he jokes in the end making me snort, but smile in amusement. I glance in question at the open doors of Yoongi’s room but enter it either way to find Yoongi clicking away at the computer, not even turning around to acknowledge me.

//I’m your bastard though! Stuck for life!!// I sing happily off the remaining lights and close the door after me.

//Are you sure about that? // B/F/N goes on mockingly.

//I love you!!!!// I sing going over to Yoongi’s bed my eyes trained in curiosity at the files the rapper is opening and closing over the computer screen.

//Yea, yeah love you to short stuff. //

//Bye bastard numero 2. //

//Bye L/N. // before I can comment on that he hangs up making me snort. Bastard indeed. I glance quickly at my phone at the few messages that have already piled up, but throw the phone over the bed a moment later forgetting about it for now. Yet the silence outstretches on. But I also notice the extra lack of Yoongi’s activity and reactions to me. Odd. Should I be worried? I think I should.

Yoongi’s P.O.V.

I keep clicking away, switching the tabs figuring out a way how to be efficient as Y/N agreed to listen to the stuff I’ve came up with so far. Even before we started to date 4 months ago we were good friends, and she’s one of the rare people that told me to my face is any of the things I did were shit. Which I appreciated and still do.

But it seems that today her focus is elsewhere, as she rather spends her time talking about sex that doing school work like she told me she would. She talked about sex so openly though. Loud and obvious to anyone that has a sense of the English language. Like I don’t understand English at all. It’s frustrating. Really it is, because there is nothing I would rather than just, pin her down and…

‘’Oppa.’’ She speaks up breaking the dreadful silence. But before I can look up at her and reply back, she’s raising my hand from the mouse and she’s suddenly there her weight being pressed onto me.

‘’Wha…’’ I start and it registers in my brain that she just sat on me. Onto my lap. A then as I shift she brings both legs comfortably over the handles of the chair, and wraps them around me, her chest presses against my own, arms settling behind my back pushing me slightly forward as she rests her head near my own, her breath tickling me.

‘’You’re warm.’’ She comments calmly. A completely different attitude and mood than a moment before. I force myself to relax, and scotch forward to the table, my hand on the mouse once more.

‘’It’s summer.’’ I reply the obvious as I pretend to be busy. Because she’s not paying attention to what we’re supposed to be doing either way. And yet somehow, I can’t bring myself to be mad at her. Not even a little bit.

But I am hyper aware of her, and every touch. Everywhere her body is in contact with my own. I could just rest my hand casually onto her thigh that’s exposed. So easily. Fuck. And I could easily, press her down onto myself, make her grind onto my growing erection. Because a girl like her…wearing only shorts, that barely leave anything hidden, and one of my own t-shirts…it does things. I get suddenly Goosebumps as she reaches up with one hand, running her fingers up my neck, and into my hairline, raising them up.

My finger stops above the mouse, as she scraps her nails up my scalp and all I can do is shudder and close my eyes enjoying the shiver running down my spine. Then she’s pressing light kisses onto the side of my neck.

‘’How bad would it be if we didn’t do this now?!’’ she then asks with a gentle tone, her lips hovering over my ear, before she slides her nose down the side of my neck, my fingers curling into fists.

‘’It wouldn’t be the end of the world…’’ I hesitate not really understanding where she is going with whatever she is doing now. She hums simply, and starts to trail kisses up my neck. Her arms pull back so I lean against the chair, making us both tilt backwards. She shifts forward along the movement, her crotch now settled directly over my own. And I glance up at her lost, feeling her hands, pull at my own. She places them over her hips, and then she’s hovering over me, as she runs her fingers over the skin of my arms, and then settles her small delicate hands over my cheeks as she looks down at my lips and then meets my gaze. I already see how dilated her eyes are.

And I can’t help but to smirk ‘’See something you like?’’ I can’t help but to tease, as I lower my hands down slowly, until I’m holding her ass squeezing it firmly, making her jump slightly. But I’m delighted to hear the shaky breath she makes at the friction that makes me want to groan out loud as well.

‘’I do.’’ she admits finally smirking, as her hold over my shoulder becomes firmer and then she’s bucking her hips against me; this time around I groan in satisfaction because of the friction against my growing hardness. I watch as her grin turns mischievous and before I can act she’s the one leaning down kissing me. And the passion from last night isn’t any dimmer, only fiercer. I slide my hands up from her ass in between the juncture of her hips and legs gripping onto her tightly and make her roll her hips down firmer.

I earn myself a hiss from her, while I growl lowly, glaring when she turns back her grip only slowly lessening on the back of my hair that she pulled me by.

But no words need to be said. She’s leaning in pressing her lips harsher into my own, and there are teeth clashing but she doesn’t seem to mind, as I fight her trying to win over the kiss to show her, that I’m in charge. But I half focus as I guide her along to grind her hips against me the friction still not enough to ensure any kind of true pleasure.

I bite into her lower lip leaning back to find her grinning, and already a bit breathless. But there’s a dangerous twinkle in her eyes as she stares down at me, her grip on the back of my hair still very much present but she’s not putting any serious pressure.

Raising one eyebrow up she lets out a chuckle coming to a still ‘’Should we maybe…’’ she starts teasingly, running her fingers gently up my throat making me shiver slightly at her light feather touch ‘’…move this somewhere else?!’’ I grin wide, but met her eagerly into another heated kiss, her hands roaming lower down, over my chest and stomach.

‘’Are you sure you’re ready for it?’’ I tease breaking the kiss, but lean in to start pressing kisses to her neck. She lets out a mewl in pleasure in reply.

‘’Don’t challenge me Min Yoongi.’’ She pushes me back against the chair once more and glares at me, hand pressed firm against my chest before she’s ducking down, her teeth gently scraping over the side of my neck, making me hiss this time as she easily finds that special spot on my neck. My grip tightens around her, my fingers curling as she proceeds to, bite my neck making me tense up before she’s licking over the bite mark.

And then she’s chuckling. I growl when I met her eyes and then take a hold under her thighs lifting her up with me. She shrieks for a moment holding onto me while the chair almost topples over behind us.

‘’You’re full of surprises.’’ She says breathlessly while I gently let her stand on her own.

‘’You haven’t seen nothing yet.’’ I reply leaning in for a kiss but then she’s biting my lower lip. The triumphal cocky attitude comes to the front, her hands lowering over my own that are resting over her ass.

‘’Come on then!’’ she encourages making me step backwards ‘’I’d gladly stay here but I think, your bed sounds more convenient.’’ She says making me chuckle as she tries to step around me, but I tighten my hold on her hands, and pull her into me making her feel how hard she has made me. She gasps at that her hand raising over my own, as I have one resting underneath her breasts.

‘’You don’t even need a bed, only me.’’ I growl and gently bite into the side of her neck, making her giggle joyfully.

‘’Sounds very promising.’’ She sighs shuddering a bit in anticipation. As she tugs her hands away I let her go hesitantly but watch curiously as she steps around me, brushing past me intentionally. I chuckle at her playfulness and watch as she sways her hips until she’s at the bed, climbing onto it making sure to display her ass. The shirt rills up revealing her stomach and back, while the shorts are clinging tightly over her fleshy thighs and bottom.

She readjusts the pillows (I added another one just for her because I only had pillows meant for me. I actually went out myself to buy it and tried it out for her to have and be comfortable when sleeping with me), but raises onto her knees her hands inching down to the end of the shirt. I raise an eyebrow as I approach the bed with light steps, her hands dropping from the shirt. Tease.

‘’So…’’ she starts but I’m suddenly before her staring down at her.

‘’You’re going to be a good girl now and you’re going to sit on my face.’’ I say utterly calm, as I stare down at her with hooded eyes, while my hand sneaks underneath her chin. She gulps visibly clearly caught off guard. And I can’t help but to grin as I trace my thumb over her lower lip, as I keep up the act. Because in reality I’m terrified that she’s going to refuse and reject me. we’re in a still rather fresh relationship and haven’t really talked about everything.

But then she’s closing her mouth and gulping nodding her head faintly, eyes still fixated onto me. Leaning down I peck her gently, and then tap the outside of her right thigh ‘’Scotch.’’ I say watching as she moves, while I lie onto the bed and reach for the button of my jeans ‘’What are you waiting for?’’ I ask glancing down at her legs ‘’I want those off.’’ I say sternly as I undo the zipper of my jeans. She’s then back smirking, and another wave of excitement and again anxiety rushes through me. But I watch intently as she climbs over me and starts tugging down my jeans. I raise an eyebrow in question.

‘’I want you to be comfortable too Oppa.’’ I bite the inside of my lip, at the name she just called me. And the cocky smile doesn’t disappear from her lips as she proceeds to tug of my pants. Fuck. She knows already exactly how to play me. Oppa. Fuck I want her to call me that all the time. And the fucking tease she is, of course she uses this card now.

Readjusting the pillow underneath my neck, I quirk a brow up and smirk as she stands up and then reaches beneath the long shirt to undo her shorts. The smile is cocky; she knows exactly what she’s doing. I watch as she tugs off one piece of clothing. But I catch the blue panties in the pile she drops on the ground. Stepping over she hovers over me the shirt still on.

‘’Off.’’ she orders simply tugging at my shirt. For some reason, I don’t protest and proceed to take the simple black t-shirt I’m wearing off ‘’Some goes for you baby girl.’’ She reacts immediately at my words to which I stare at the black sports bra that adores her chest but hides it away. I got her the bra. I growl lowly as she slides it off, leaving her bare. And as I stare at her sitting in my lap, without shame baring herself at me only one thought crosses my mind; Mine.

‘’Are you sure about this?!’’ she leans over me, both hands on both sides of my head as her eyes stare into my own. I reach up with my left-hand tracing her cheek, as I take her in. The way her hair, cages us both into a world of our own, how her gaze is soft and understanding but still loving and caring. The cocky attitude is forgotten for the moment. And this is the serious, girl I know and the one who I fell in love with. The passionate girl, that’s stands up to injustice and builds on herself wanting to make herself better but also gives everything to help others. The one that wants me to be a better man for her.

‘’Have you never done this before?’’ I tease her instead breaking into a cocky smile of my own. And then she’s chuckling easily shaking her head slightly, as I push a few strands behind her ear.

‘’We both know, the answer is yes.’’ She states confidently ‘’I just don’t know about you. You are still a mystery to me Min Yoongi.’’ She teases, touching my nose with her own as I smile.

‘’Despite the tough demander you’ve build up, I know who you are Y/N L/N.’’ I speak up tracing her lips again. She then takes her hand into my own and presses a kiss to it. Leaning up we finally kiss. And kissing her is like breathing most of the time. It’s that easy. We fall into one another, moving our lips like we’ve been doing this for years. But then I’m leaning down, hearing a whine form her. At this response, I chuckle amused pressing soft kisses under her chin and jaw.

‘’Come on baby girl up, up.’’ I urge her, tapping her ass a bit while she huffs.

‘’So, impatient.’’ She replies pretending to be annoyed. And then she’s moving, straddling my chest and raising up, while I slip my arms under her, while I glance at her, staring at me already with parted lips.

‘’I just want to make you feel good.’’ I say simply kissing the inside of her tight, her breath hitching as I trail kisses upwards slowly, my arms tightening around her hips and legs as I lock her in my hold ‘’I’m going to make you forget your own name…’’ I growl the promise out. And then I’m tugging her closer while she chuckles breathlessly but her remains confident.

‘’We’ll see about tha-ahhhhh…’’ she moans in surprise, as I swipe my tongue over her lower lips, smirking at the response, of her legs stiffening along with her whole body.

‘’You were saying?’’ I tease blowing a bit, before I’m reaching with my hand in between to part her lower lips admiring her ‘’My, my…’’ I whisper and lean closer gently pressing a kiss to her clit. And then her hands are in my hair, as I trail soft kisses everywhere around, not close enough where she really needs me.

‘’Yoon-giii-ahhhh…’’ she moans breathlessly already sounding so gone. It’s encouragement enough to fuel the fire blazing now inside me: I am going to fucking destroy her make her forget all about what she was talking about. I need to fulfil my promise. By the end of tonight she’s going to only know my name.

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spiderlingdaya · 7 years

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Home (Peter Parker x Reader)

You had a free period for 6th and you couldn’t be more thankful. School was always a pain in the ass for you and the less time spent there, the better. You walked into Mr. Delmar’s deli and you greeted the man with a smile and wave.

“There’s one of my favorite loyal customers!” He shouted smiling with his arms stretched out, “No Mr. Parker today?” You blushed at the mention of your boyfriend and Mr. Delmar’s evident notice in you both being attached at the hip.

“Free period today Mr. Delmar, but speaking of that dweeb would you mind-”

“A number 5 with pickles and smushed down real flat?” Mr. Delmar interrupted causing you to erupt into laughter while nodding your head. Mr. Delmar knew your orders like the back of his hand, he would argue that it was a natural talent but you knew it was because Peter stopped by almost every day after school to pick you both up some late lunch.

You smiled and waved bye to Mr. Delmar as he handed you your sandwiches and you were on your way again.

You didn’t want to head home knowing no one was there, so you decided on Peter’s apartment since you knew you’d end up there somehow anyways.

You trudged on to his apartment complex with your headphones in jamming to one of the playlists you made Peter, pulling out the spare key he had given you.

You softly smiled at the little web drawn on it, he drew it the day you found out he was Spider-Man.

~ flashback ~ “But what if you get hurt?! What if you don’t make it back to me?!” You cried, the tears threatening to spill as you struggled fighting them back.

“Baby, baby don’t think like that,” he soothed as his hand caressed you cheek, “You know I’d never leave you. But this isn’t a day job, I can’t quit and just stop when I have the ability to save people.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning into his palm. You knew he was right, you actually secretly admired all the good Spider-Man has done for New York, but now that you know he’s your dorky boyfriend you couldn’t help from worrying. At least this confirmed why his natural clumsy self had amazing new reflexes and how he got this very new muscular body, although you’d always thought he was fit. For a while you had thought he was on drugs but then you remembered how he has to crush a medicine pill in order to swallow it- so drugs were ruled out.

He sensed your fear and pulled you into a tight embrace, softly holding your head against his shoulder. “Hey hey hey, listen to me, i’m gunna be ok. I’m practically indestructible.” He chucked lightly, trying to ease the mood.

You rolled your eyes at his horrible timing to make a joke and softly pushed away. “Peter, we’ve been dating for 6 months and we’ve been best friends for years..I know when you’re bullshitting me.” You voiced trying not to sound as scared as you were.

Peter’s eyes softened as he saw just how concerned you actually were. He didn’t know how to ease your pain until an idea popped into his head.

“Give me your key.” He announced. “W-what? Why?” You asked as you noticed the hopeful gleam in his eye. “Just trust me, let me see your key to the apartment.”

You curiously pulled your key out from your bag and handed it to him as he excitedly took it from your hand and looked in his desk drawers. “What are you-”

“Shhh just give me a sec.” he interrupted as he pulled out a red sharpie and started scribbling on it.

“Peter if you’re drawing a penis on my key I swear I will break up with you right now.” You said causing him to giggle and shh you once again. He finalized a few things on the key and then softly blew on it to dry the sharpie. Holding it up for him to further examine he smiled and handed it back to you with a shy smile. You gave him a questioning look as you took it from his hands and looked down at your key.

There you saw a little red web with a tiny “p” scribbled on the corner. You broke out in a smile as you ran your thumb across the sharpied web as he stood in front of you smiling wider at your reaction.

“This way you’ll always have a piece of me with you and it’ll always lead me home.”

You couldn’t help but let a few tears freely fall as you stood up on your tip toes to tightly wrap your arms around your boyfriends neck.

“I can’t stay mad at you” you sighed into his neck, “spider-man.” You whispered the last part causing him to smile into your shoulder and tighten his grip around you. ~ present ~

You sighed as your thumb caressed the web remembering how the very next day he stumbled into your bedroom window with a black eye and bruised lip. Entering his apartment you found Aunt May doing the dishes as the radio softly played in the background.

You tip toed behind her and whispered “Hi May!” by her ear causing her to jump and squeal as you giggled.

“Oh you little jerk you just about gave me a heart attack!” May heavily breathed holding a hand to her heart.

“Sorry May, I just couldn’t help myself!” You laughed as you raised your hands in defense. “Ugh huh sure you couldn’t, well for that you get to dry!” She said throwing you a kitchen towel.

You caught it with both hands and held a hand to your heart. “Well I’d be honored.” You joked as she laughed and you stood next to her drying the dishes.

“Wait what are you even doing here? Not that you aren’t always welcome and that I don’t love seeing your beautiful face but shouldn’t you be in school? I will not tolerate any ditching under this house.” May quirked an eyebrow as she finished using her “authoritative” tone that she strictly uses to make Peter clean his room.

You laughed and raised your arms in defense. “Free period May, no ditching has been done, I gotta say your lack of faith in me really hurts.” You fake pouted making May roll her eyes and bump you with her hip. You both laughed and then continued to wash the dishes side by side while singing along to whatever old 80s song was playing on the radio.

After the dishes were washed and dried, May gave you a quick kiss to the forehead as a thank you and headed to her room to watch her shows. May always thought of you like a daughter and when you and Peter were strictly just friends she had always secretly hoped you two would become more. I guess she saw right through all the teasing and late nights studying for tests although it took you both a little longer to realize.

You grabbed your bag from the door and headed into Peter’s room, throwing it on the floor somewhere. You took in the sight of your boyfriends small but welcoming room and although there was shirts out of place and the bed was unmade, it was still clean for a teenage boy.

You picked up around his room and made his bed only to plop down on his bottom bunk and wait till your boyfriend came home.

You knew he’d be home late today as he had “the stark internship” so you managed to get a little homework in before the moon accompanied you.

The day caught up with you and you felt your eyes get droopy so you decided to take a quick nap before he came home. Your current attire was too tight and uncomfortable for you to sleep in so you were on the search for something more suited.

Rummaging through his drawers, you pulled out his midtown long sleeve and quickly pulled it on. You noticed it still smelled like him and you smiled while you hugged it to yourself, the shirt reaching mid thigh on your noticeably smaller frame.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun and slipped your pants off grabbing a pair of Peter’s boxers to finish the look. You checked yourself out in the mirror and giggled at how big everything looked on you. You laid on his bed with your headphones in and fell asleep cuddling one of his pillows.

It was now 8:46 at night, you had been asleep for roughly two hours so you didn’t notice the window sliding up and a full suited Spider-man crawling on the roof. Due to your sleeping state, he hadn’t noticed you either.

Peter pulled his mask off and dropped it on his desk as he softly jumped down from the ceiling. He sighed once his feet hit the ground and let the suit fall off his body, quickly gathering it up and putting it away for safe keeping.

Peter went to grab a T-shirt from his dresser when he noticed his room didn’t look how he left it. Starting to panic, Peter went to reach for the suit again, that’s when he noticed a human formed lump on his bed.

Putting on the mask, he tip toed over to his bed ready to fight when he suddenly stopped as he recognized his blue midtown sweater.

Pulling the mask off once again, he saw that the lump in his bed was you and he smiled a sigh of relief.

His heart leaped out of his chest when he saw you sleeping but it soared when he noticed you were wearing his shirt. He looked around his room realizing that you must of cleaned it up and recognized the small white bag sitting atop his desk as a sandwich from Mr. Delmar’s.

He couldn’t really believe he had you, not only were you one of his best friends, but you didn’t freak out when he admitted he liked you and you actually liked him back, and you didn’t run away or make him stop being Spider-man when you found out. Not to mention he thought you were the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid eyes on.

He smiled to himself picturing you cleaning his room and grabbing him lunch, which he would never ask of you and not because he enjoyed you doing things for him, but the fact that you did it knowing his busy schedule and knowing he didn’t have the time to do it himself.

He leaned over you and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, causing you to stir slightly and wake up.

You broke out in a yawn and stretched as you noticed your boyfriend leaning above you and your face lit up.

“Thank God, I was beginning to worry when you’d come home.” You smiled, your voice still tracing signs of sleep as it was barely audible.

Peter smiled and got into bed next to you, you moving aside and positioning yourself laying on his outstretched left arm staring up at him.

His arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing random patterns on your arm as he kissed your forehead and muttered,

“I’ll always come home knowing I have you to greet me. No matter who I fight or what pain I feel, my only cure is evidently my only weakness; you.”

You didn’t reply, you didn’t need to. You lifted your hand to his cheek and leaned up to press your lips against his.

No words could ever compare to the meaning behind that kiss, it wasn’t only a proclamation of love, but a promise. A promise to always be his cure and his promise that he’d always come back to you, in any form shape or way.

He held you close as you pulled away, both of you wearing soft smiles on your lips as he looked into your eyes and whispered, “you are my home.”

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 7 years

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Songshot #1 Part 2

Song: Photograph by Ed Sheeran

Parts: 1 2(Here) 3

_____________________________

Loving can heal

Loving can mend your soul

And it’s the only thing that I know

_____________________________

*Three months later*

Kara was waiting. She was waiting for the next letter to come in.

It had been a week since the previous one and their absence was making her nervous. Ever since she had gotten to the school to receive a letter about how cheesy she was on the second day, they were what kept her going.

Sometimes she would sincerely wonder why she was even here. Kara knew she could’ve gone to a school closer to her girlfriend at her tech school, but no, she had to get her dream college.

Sometimes she hated the goals she set up for herself, especially when they interfered with Lena. Her girlfriend.

Kara tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. Her letter should arrive should at her sister’s, which was where she told her girl to send it to. No one would be able to read their letters then.

So what if no one would ever do that at such a high class school! Maybe she was jealous of anyone who would know about her ‘secret’ letters. They were from her girlfriend after all.

Kara saw the truck outside the window and rushed out to get the mail. And a letter addressed from her girl was right on top.

_____________________________

I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every piece of ya

And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die

_____________________________

She rushed to open the letter and read it right in the middle of the front yard.

“Dear 'My true love’,”

Kara chuckled at the reference of what she put on the photograph she had given the girl almost three months ago.

“I apologize for my lack of response to your messages. It’s been a little rough lately. My mom came to visit and you know how she is, and apparently I have about five hundred homework assignments to complete. You know how it is.”

The usually always bright blonde girl was now a little darker by reading the news. Oh how she wishes she had just settled for a closer college.

“On the other hand, I think I know what I want to be. Like a field and everything! I think being a researcher or inventor would suit me. It would be wonderful, just think of me as one!”

The girl once again chuckled a little seeing Lena’s enthusiasm about the subject. Kara could totally see her as a fancy scientist as well, so that just made it better. She finally got to the end of the letter.

“Okay so I have to go. I’ll try to write more this week or whatever since this will get to you in like three days. Bye!

P.S. The pictures are from my phone, not some stalker’s!”

She burst out laughing at the last sentence and looked around for the photographs mentioned. When she saw the first one, she couldn’t help but stare.

______________________________

We keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Our hearts were never broken

Time’s forever frozen still

_____________________________

The photo Kara saw first was of her and Lena. The two of them were on Lena’s bed, just smiling at the camera. If she remembered correctly, this was before they got together and they were doing math homework that night.

She analyzed first herself, seated on her right and then the girl in the left. She had no doubt that the brilliant, blue eyed girl was much cuter than her.

She couldn’t stop grinning at the photo. The Kara in the photo was looking straight into the camera, while Lena was blushing beside her.

It was adorable.

She flipped it over, knowing a message would be on the back. It was like a code between the two now.

It read,

“Now that was awhile ago, right? I was such a weirdo to not delete it since we weren’t together at the time, but I’m glad I have it now! (Or technically you do…) The other picture wasn’t taken by me in case you are wondering. It was Winn who took it! Love you!”

Kara smiled one more time at the scene on the photo before turning her head to the other picture.

It was almost better than the first one.

_____________________________

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin’ me closer

'Til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone

_____________________________

This one only had the girl she loved on it, and she was just sitting on their park bench they always sit on, listening to music.

It was simple but beautiful.

Lena had her eyes closed in the shot, and her head was slightly tilted, as if she was listening very closely to the headphones on her ears.

Kara’s grin only got wider when she saw that the girl was wearing the ripped jeans that she said looked good on her.

They really did.

She flipped it over and started to read the short message.

“We were at the park studying and Winn stole my phone while I was listening to my iPod. He took it and threatened me to send it to you or else.

P.S. Did you see what in my pocket?”

The blonde was slightly confused, but flipped it to the front again anyway.

There, sticking out of the pocket of her ripped jeans, was a photograph.

Her photograph. The one she had given Lena that day she left.

And that made her heart burst with joy.

_____________________________

And if you hurt me

That’s OK, baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won’t ever let you go

_____________________________

*One month later*

Lena was waiting.

Waiting for her letter.

It was Thanksgiving, but the blonde girl hadn’t come to visit.

She was slightly scared.

She was just sitting in her room, waiting for something, anything really.

Maybe for her hero to come in. Maybe for a sign that could show her what to do.

She felt like crying, but suddenly she heard a ring tone belonging to a certain blonde female.

She picked up her phone and answered immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hey…” came the response hesitantly.

“Where are you? You said you would visit in break!” The distraught girl said, almost in tears.

“I’m sorry…. something happened and I have to take care of it.”

The girl was suspicious of the blonde on the other side of the phone and almost voiced her concern before Kara start talking again.

“Listen… I can’t send any letters right now, okay? I can’t really receive them either.. so please stop.”

The girl had tears running down her face but kept a solid tone.

“So, I’ll see you at Christmas break?”

She had to stay strong. Kara was on the other side. She couldn’t hear how hard this was for her.

“Yeah… I love you, all right. Bye.”

The line went dead in her hands.

She couldn’t help but cry a little, even if she knew this would eventually happen.

Lena knew the blonde was becoming stressed out, she had written that to her. She also knew her boss for the crappy job she worked at was a jerk.

She knew Kara well enough to know that she would stop if it was all too much. It didn’t make things better. Lena sighed and thought of an idea.

She was emotional, and she wanted to write something. Lena had always dabbled in poetry. Her mom had discouraged it but… maybe this bump in their relationship would be perfect inspiration.

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