#THIS HAS PROBABLY BEEN DONE BEFORE BUT IT CAME TO MIND RLLY SUDDENLY

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skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

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[mattsunnn]

title : Not Complaining

character/s : Aizawa Shota

warning/s : dom shota, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, cunnilingus, n s f w in over all

a/n : saw a manga panel where the male’s just doing things✨ to his gf and i thought of this guy😃

This wasn’t what you expected.

But you’re not complaining, are you?

You were very much delighted when Shota called you right after lunch, telling you that he will go home earlier than the actual time. You prepared his favorite snack, which is mostly the juice packs he really likes and some baked goods you’ve been baking to cure your boredom. You also put on a movie for the two of you to watch and to cuddle in the sofa, seeing this opportunity to spend some more time with the busy Pro Hero.

Aizawa came home with his usual tired look plastered on his face, greeting you as he gave you a kiss on the cheek before changing his clothes to a more comfortable ones. He thanked you for the snacks, for even considering to get his favorite juice packs, and the movie that was playing. You savored the praise, proud at yourself for helping the Pro Hero relieve some stress.

The day was closed to finishing and you were glad that it was going smoothly according to your plan. Just one last step, which is to give him a warm bath, and everything is done! You two would be sleeping right now snuggled up to each other.

But why are you now laid back on the sofa, legs opened and a head in between your thighs as a tongue lapped up your juices, alternating in sucking your clit then going back on thrusting inside you?

“You always taste so good, Kitten.”

You whimpered, a hand combing through his hair and gripping on it tightly when he suddenly inserted two fingers in your core, immediately curling it up with expertise as he watched your face contort into a pleasurable expression. He leaned down and kissed your puffy clit, causing you to twitch slightly due to being sensitive. He rubbed against your walls, his fingers absorbing your warmth as he tried to find your sweet spot, using the pads of his fingers to rub against it once found.

“I have a goal today, baby. I’m not stopping until I achieve it.” He said, latching his mouth on the flesh of your inner thigh before sucking harshly on it, probably leaving a mark. There are towels under you that you questioned their purpose. Why are they there? We don’t usually use towels when we do these things. You didn’t question it out loud, too busy focusing on the way Shota’s tongue move around and in you.

You are whimpering, squirming against his hold as he continued his ministrations despite making you cum three times already with just his tongue. You tightened on his fingers, telling him that you are nearing yet another orgasm. He used that as a queue to fasten his pace, focusing more on your g-spot as well as using his other thumb to rub against your clit, putting pressure and rubbing in rapid circles.

“Sh-Shota! Too much!” You arched your back, trying to push his hands away but he was way more stronger than you. He used his forearm to push you back on the bed, both of his hands still rubbing and thrusting in and out of you without stopping. You felt the familiar knot appearing closer and closer, but this one felt more intense, an overwhelming sensation that somehow feels like an urge to pee.

“Shota! I’m-!”

“Go on, kitten. Cum.” He urged, planting a kiss on your inner thigh before you exploded. Gushing around his fingers and wetting the towels as well as his chest. “That’s it, Baby. You’re doing good.” He stared at your pulsing cunt in amazement, his ministrations never stopping as you continued to cum, squirting out your juices that has you twitching your legs uncontrollably.

When you finished, you were gasping for air, trying to grasp what just happened previously. He pulled out his fingers, licking them to taste your arousal which had you rubbing your thighs together at the sight.

“What was that?” You quietly asked, looking down in embarrassment. He chuckled, going up to meet your face. He pressed his lips against yours for a deep kiss, letting you have a taste of yourself before pulling away with a smirk.

“I just made you squirt, Kitten. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Let’s say that it is now his goal to make you squirt whenever you two have an intimate time with each other. He just loves the sight of you creaming and gushing around his fingers with that lewd face of yours.

I wrote this out of excitement🤣 that panel really got my mind imagining things😌 thank you very much for reading!

stay safe and stay hydrated!

goodness lord😨 i hav never thought this will hav more likes than what I expected😨 thank you so much everyone🥺 i rlly rlly hope u guys enjoyed this🥰

Omfg you guys🥺 it’s 400+!! And the reblogs!! Eye—— thank you so much😭

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[mooniefics]

in the grand scheme of things [ 3 ]

pairings : zeke jaeger / reader, referenced eren jaeger / reader

word count : 5.5k

tags : unhealthy relationships, relationship discussions, implied cheating, drinking, break ups, mutual infidelity, dubious morality, love triangles

warning : descriptions of alcohol and drug use

summary : you and eren hadn't been doing the best these past few months, and no one that you knew seemed to have any answers for you, or pointers in the right direction. who better to offer you some sound, insightful relationship advice than his older brother. or so you thought.

— originally posted 1 / 28 / 21 on ao3 —

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sasha  3:47 pm hey u down to party tonight?? jean told connie he could get us into another one of the azo parties again

you sighed at the sight of the notifications on your phone from its place on the passenger's seat, pensively drumming your fingers on your steering wheel. the most recent party of the most popular fraternity chapter on your campus you'd attended had been the last party you'd subjected yourself to attending—the halloween party where you'd gotten ditched out and subsequently cheated on. though you could admit that it had been fun in the moment, especially when you had caught the struggle between sasha and historia when she saw your roommate snap a picture of her kissing the standoffish sophomore that always helped her with her english lit homework, ymir, rather than the fraternity guy she was meant to be with.

the memory of that night, at least the time before you'd realized your boyfriend and his annoyingly attractive best friend were nowhere to be found, made you consider. classes did start back up next week, and the most eventful thing you'd done over the break was your quaint little family get-together for new year's eve—and your two rendezvous with zeke, meetings that you were slowly beginning to feel more and more skeptical about as time went on—and you were sure that your second semester would drown you in work just as much—if not more—than you'd had in your first semester. so as soon as you came to a stop at a red light, you picked your phone up to shoot her back a message, laughing to yourself when she replied instantly.

               you  3:51 pm party on a wednesday?                            really?

sasha   3:51 pm come onnnn please??? i heard nikos gonna be there! ur rlly gonna make me go all alone??

so that was why she wanted to go, to see the foreign culinary major that somehow always managed to send her back to the dorm with a large plate of food and a blinding smile plastered on her face for at least the next hour. you were honestly surprised that they hadn't gotten together yet, considering how many common interests they'd shared.

a pleasant thought suddenly popped into your head, the thought that she was probably asking you because mikasa had already declined, meaning that she wouldn't be in attendance. armin was out in turkey with eren, ensuring his absence. that fact made you feel a bit less anxious about accepting sasha's invitation. you could catch up with the friends you'd been unable to see while you were off-campus—or too swamped with work to be able to reach out to—let loose one last time before you were trapped back in the monotonous cycle of working, sleeping, crying, and eating for the next couple months until spring break. your mind had been made up.

                          you  3:52 pm    fine. i'll go as moral support. but no promises u won't have  to babysit after you've had ur                          fun with nikolo  this break has been rough for                                       me lol

sasha  3:53 pm oh god my i loveyou so much already picking out our outfits

you chuckled to yourself, slipping your phone into the cupholder as the brake lights of the car in front of you flashed off and you eased your foot onto the gas. you made it back to the dorm relatively quickly, sasha more than elated to see you even though you didn't have any food to bring back for her. and just as her text message had read, she'd already laid out one of your nicer dresses and a set of heels that didn't absolutely kill your feet by the end of the night by your bed, digging through the closet with a pile of discarded clothes growing on the floor.

"thanks sash," you giggled, "but don't you think it's a little to be getting ready? what time's the party?"

"connie told me seven-thirty, but jean said for us to come an hour later so we aren't the only ones there." she spoke over her shoulder, huffing as she tossed another piece of clothing aside, "but i wanna look good! i'm gonna hop in the shower as soon as i find the right thing to wear."

holding out your dress before you, you frowned. it was simple, black and made of a sheer, clingy material with lace accents decorating the low neckline, thin straps that bared the entirety of your shoulders and a modest amount of cleavage. it was one of your favorites, but the half-healed bruises scattered across the skin that would be exposed by it wasn't ideal.

"oh, don't forget to take a cheap coat that you don't mind forgetting. it's kinda chilly out, and i always end up losing track of mine during the night."

you let out a breath of relief, remembering that covering up a bit more would be weather appropriate. "yeah, i'll wear a long-sleeved undershirt and something light on top." perfect.

you waited until sasha had gathered her toiletries and scurried off to the nearest bathroom to change clothes, feeling your face heat up at the thought of zeke, the initial deep pigmentation having faded out over the last two days but still a very visible shade of faint red. you were fully dressed upon your roommate's return, earning an excited slew of compliments from her as she wrapped up her hair in a towel and settled down beside you to get started on her makeup.

you were actually grateful for how early she'd insisted on getting ready considering how long she'd agonized over her eyeliner, or how many times she'd applied and removed her lashes, complaining that "something was off" or "it just didn't look right". your suggested time of arrival came in no time at all, and by then sasha was more than eager to start rushing you despite the pace she'd been moving at earlier.

"hurry!! if niko brings food, i don't wanna get there by the time it's all gone!" she whined, jiggling the doorknob to your room impatiently, "for the thanksgiving party, he brought a charcuterie board with all these nice cheeses on it and it was so good, he looked so happy watching me eat it, it was so cute!"

you chuckled softly at her enthusiasm, shoving the last of your things into your clutch, zipping up your phone in the small inner pocket to insure that you didn't drop it and forget on the floor of someone's house this time. "i'm sure that even if we got there late, he'd set aside plenty of food for you."

the walk to the fraternity's designated house was made much shorter by sasha's insistence, practically dragging you along by the wrist the whole way at a near jog. you couldn't deny that you were feeling a bit nervous about the whole ordeal, knowing that you would have sasha, connie, and jean at the very least, but unaware as to what you would really do besides mill around. at the halloween party, you'd been able to play the variety of drinking games that had been set out for the guests with eren and his friends, but now you weren't entirely sure who to stick to for the majority of the night.

you didn't want to bother jean or connie after they'd gotten secured you an invite, and you were sure that sasha was expecting to be able to spend some time alone with the guy she'd came to see in the first place, meaning you'd have to spend a majority of the night alone, or the unfavorable option of mingling with unfamiliar people. but you realized that was a pill you'd have to swallow as you approached the steps of the house, nearly tripping up over your feet from the speed that sasha was hauling you along at, watching her furiously knock at the door.

there were people wandering about in the yard, some on their phones, most likely waiting for their own friends to arrive, and a smoky stench of something that definitely wasn't just tobacco wafting from the group of men camped out on the porch murmuring amongst each other. you could hear the volume of the music inside the house, almost able to feel it thrumming across the floor if you focused enough.

"thomas!" she exclaimed at the sight of a younger-looking blonde boy when the door opened, whose existence you honestly had no idea about until just now, grinning so broadly it made your own cheeks hurt for her, "jean invited us!"

"oh, come right in." he beamed right back, calling loudly over his shoulder, "yo, jean, your friends are here!"

the inside of the house looked just as you expected, already crowded to max capacity, jean having to maneuver past the throng of people gathered near the front to approach the two of you. "damn, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever." he did his best to speak over the music, wrapping you up in a friendly squeeze, "glad to see you could finally make it." he turned to sasha. "niko's already in the kitchen, by the way. asked when you were coming just a few minutes ago."

sasha's face lit up with glee, turning to you, silently asking for permission to go off on her own as if you could ever deny her and her overly-eager expression. "go get 'em, tiger." you smiled, giving her a few pats on her shoulder to send her off on her way, watching her disappear into the crowd in record time.

but before apprehension of her absence could set in, you felt jean's arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "c'mon, you didn't think i was gonna ditch out and let you hang alone all night?" you giggled, turning your head up to look at him properly for the first time.

you'd first met jean in your statistics class, an unfortunate requirement for your major of choice, and initially bonded over your mutual connection through sasha. they'd been good friends in high school, and you'd just moved into a room for at least the next year with her, so you figured it'd do you well to have someone who could get you in her good graces in the event that you two didn't get along. but, thankfully, you two were just fine on your own, and sasha and jean became your first friends outside of the small group you and eren shared.

the only real conflict of interest between the two of you seemed to be your aforementioned boyfriend, and you couldn't really be upset at him for that. eren could be difficult to get along with even at the best of times, he wasn't a terrible person—at least before he'd cheated—but he wasn't exactly the most friendly either.

"is this piercing new?" you asked, reaching up to brush your thumb over the small earring hugging the shell of jean's ear.

"yeah, got it for new year's. pretty hot, right?" you snorted, earning a grin from him, "by the way, if you need to use the bathroom just tell me, the one on the main floor is fucking filthy. and also probably has no toilet paper."

"will do." you could feel the tension ebbing away in his company, at least when you ignored the annoyed glances other girls were sending your way when they noticed his arm around you, "so, what's on the menu for tonight?"

"well, we probably have every kind of alcohol known to man," he said, leaning down to speak into your ear as he began to guide you through the crowded first floor, "beer kegs are out back, junk food and all the inexpensive shit is in the kitchen." he stopped at the opening to a hallway, smile evident in his voice. "but i'm feeling pretty generous tonight, so if you want some of the good stuff we have stashed, just say the word."

"wow, such a gentleman. do you say that to every girl that comes in?" you playfully replied, thankfully far enough away from the music now that you didn't have to talk at nearly a shout.

"only the ones i like." he added a terribly over-exaggerated wink, earning another small laugh from you, "so, what'll it be? vodka, tequila, or triple sec?"

you blinked up at him. "that's it? when you said 'good stuff', i imagined a little more variety."

"beggars can't be choosers, sweetheart. and anyways we're a frat, not a restaurant, so either take your pick or go enjoy some cheap wine while you watch nikolo and sasha drool over each other."

you rolled your eyes, feigning anger in the face of his attitude, huffing out your answer. "surprise me then, frat boy."

"good answer." he said with a grin, "wait here."

he disappeared down the hall, leaving you to stare in silence at the wall before you and listen to the barely muffled sounds of the party going on just a few meters away. you opened up your clutch to fish out your phone, opening it to find your text conversation still open, catching a glimpse of connie's name. you felt a little guilty that you'd almost forgotten about his expected presence, seeing as he had messaged you and you hadn't heard anything from sasha or jean yet. you decided to shoot him a quick text letting him know that you and sasha had arrived, not surprised when he didn't respond as quickly as he usually did, knowing that he was already wrapped up in getting high out of his mind somewhere here or doing so elsewhere.

you opted to kill time tapping through your feed, making it a point to quickly scroll past any posts with armin's handle attached to them. the thought of eren having fun halfway across the world was both pleasant and disheartening at the same time. you felt stupid for still clinging on to the second thoughts about ending things the second he got back. sure, all the dots connected suspiciously well to create a picture that led to the clear conclusion of cheating, but eren wasn't good at hiding things. you remembered the time in your junior year when he'd barely been able to keep your surprise party that your friends had organized you a secret before one of them slipped up about it and exonerated him from blame, and you couldn't help but ask yourself if he was really capable of hiding such a terrible deed when he couldn't even conceal the harmless types of secrets from you.

the more confrontational part of you said that that was ages ago, that both you and him had changed so much since your time in high school, and maybe one of those changes was what made him put so much distance between the two of you these last months rather than hang around you and risk airing out his dirty laundry. you knew you should be angry with him, you would be more than right to be angry with him, but you force yourself to stop clinging to the simpler times, the days when he'd look at you like you'd put the stars in the sky and said all he ever wanted to do was be around you. you couldn't believe how much had changed in so little time.

"ta-da!" jean's voice interrupted your self-pity, a tall plastic cup suddenly occupying your vision, "long island iced tea for the lady. with a straw."

"christ, jean, are you trying to kill me?" you guffawed, taking the cup from him anyways, "my first real party in months and this is what you start me off with?"

"at least give it a try! after i took all that time to make it for you.." he furrowed his brows at you, only relaxing after you took a tentative sip. it was surprisingly not as strong as you thought it would be, a little on the sweeter side, but it served as a good distraction for the burn of five different alcohols sliding down your throat. "pretty good, isn't it?"

"meh. five out of ten." you snarked, giggling around the straw between your lips.

"typical," he lamented, clutching his hands over his heart, "all you and sasha ever do is use me."

"don't lie to yourself, jean. you love us."

you didn't know if it was the dim lighting casting a shadow over his face, but you could swear that you saw his cheeks flush at your assertion. "anyways.. speaking of love, you still dating that asshole? eric?"

"eren." you corrected, laughing at the error, "and, well, it's complicated."

"complicated? then i'm assuming he fucked up big time, considering he's not even here with you this time around."

you took a long sip of your drink, fiddling with the bendy part of your straw, the thought of his infidelity weighing heavily on your heart. "well he'd probably be here if he wasn't out of town, he's been planning to take his trip for a while now.."

jean shot you a displeased look. "i seriously don't know how you put up with that guy, you're selling yourself short honestly. planning on breaking up with him anytime soon?"

you cast your gaze to the floor, thankful that the warmth of the alcohol in your stomach was helping to ease the cool hollowness settling deep into your chest. "oh hush. you don't even know the whole story, jean."

"well i know enough. if you're in the market for any new guys, i'll scout out someone nice for you." you scoffed at his offer, but didn't outright deny it either, unable to help smiling along with him when he smirked and nodded over to the party in the other room, "now, come play me in beer pong, then you'll really have something to complain about."

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zeke could confidently say that his night had been utterly unremarkable.

another quiet day spent working at the library, where he'd actually glanced at the door more times than he was willing to admit with the hope that it would be you walking in. he'd actually been quite tempted to message you, to ask what you were doing, if you had anywhere between two and three so that maybe he could see you, but he'd ultimately decided against it. he couldn't quite figure out the exact cause of his newly-found infatuation with you, but the rationality of it didn't concern him as much as it probably should've, he was simply pleased to relive the very recent memories of your encounters together and anticipate your next meeting—at least until his younger brother returned.

eren had attempted to goad a reaction out of him with an assortment of unsavory texts calling him just about every name in the book, a constant stream of questions asking why he did it, or what he'd done to deserve such a thing, and even a few desperate pleas begging him to say that it wasn't really you. of course, he'd ignored all of them, and he wondered if eren was trying to contact you as well, knowing that you wouldn't be able to see the messages even if that was the case, though still curious nonetheless.

but for the moment, he was lounging at his usual downtown bar, seated in a booth beside reiner and across from porco at their rescheduled night out, since both marcel and porco were unable to make it yesterday, the latter sulking after his noisy attempt to flag down the waitress ended in failure.

"is marcel actually gonna make it tonight?" reiner asked, plucking a stick of celery from the appetizer platter in the middle of the table.

"no clue." porco replied, sipping his mojito, "said he got caught up at work again, so either the let down text is gonna come any minute now, or he's gonna show up for an hour and then disappear."

zeke chuckled. "post-marriage life sure is tough, i guess."

"you can say that again. he's always calling me, freaking about the idea of kids and his mortgage and stuff that i didn't even think about until he complained about it, scary shit."

"you say that like you're not two years away from being his age."

porco began what was sure to be one of his smart-ass replies, but the waitress had finally approached their booth, hiding her annoyance with his friend with a forced smile as she took the orders for their entrées. zeke pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans when he felt it buzz, feeling the slightest hint of disappointment by the fact that it wasn't you.

"who is it? your new girlfriend?" reiner grumbled, smirking when porco shot up in his seat.

"girlfriend?!" he exclaimed far too loudly.

"yup. zeke didn't tell you he's dating a high-schooler?"

so much for "your business", zeke thought to himself. "oh, fuck off. she's in college." he frowned at his roommate, only met with another tired expression of disappointment.

"just barely." reiner turned back to the man across the table, "it's one of his brother's ex-girlfriends too."

porco stared at him incredulously, eyes wide and judgmental, falling back against the cushion of the seat with a low whistle. "shit zeke.. that's kinda fucked up, don't you think?" he seemed uncomfortable by the unexpected revelation, "you're almost thirty and you're screwing around with someone who's probably not even twenty? is this an afraid-of-getting-old thing? mid-life crisis??"

"she's an adult, she can make her own choices." zeke didn't appreciate the sudden scrutiny, finishing off his old fashioned in the hopes that the bourbon would wash away the self-conscious feeling settling unpleasantly in his gut, "not my fault that her choice happens to be wanting to be around me rather than the guys her age."

"what ever happened to you and pieck? she's hot—"

"and actually over the legal drinking age."

both porco and zeke pointedly ignored reiner's interaction as the former continued. "—i thought it was working out between you two.. what happened?"

zeke shrugged. "just wasn't the right fit for me. but you liked her, didn't you? before we had our thing." he looked up at his friend, forcing a casual grin, "maybe you could give that shot now."

he felt a bit more at ease seeing porco's ears and cheeks flush red, now fiddling with the lime garnish on the rim of his glass. "we still talk here and there.. i don't really know much about what she's up to these days."

before he could answer with more words of encouragement that detracted from the previous, morally-incriminating topic, his phone began to vibrate, and he felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight of your name on the screen. "sorry, gotta take this."

he tugged on his jacket and slid out of the booth, ignoring reiner's chastising glance and porco's bewildered look, passing the waitress who was now carrying a platter with their food and refills on his way out. the cool night breeze was refreshing in comparison to the awkward, almost cramped atmosphere that had developed over their discussion, his breath coming is foggy puffs in the chilled, january air as he pressed the answer button. immediately upon raising the phone to his ear, he was met with a blurred assortment of background noise, able to discern the muffled sound of music and the sound of footsteps outside of whatever room you were in.

"hello?"

"oh, zeke, you answered!!" he could hear in your voice that you were clearly intoxicated, much more than you had been when you were at his house, words stringing together and ending syllables unnecessarily drawn out.

he felt uncharacteristically worried at the realization that you were at a party, one that sounded quite large and crowded, most likely crawling with unsavory individuals that he knew prowled around those sorts of events when he himself was in college. "are you alright? where are you right now? do you need me to pick you up?"

zeke was already digging around in his coat pocket to check if he had his keys, more than prepared to take off without his meal or saying goodbye to his friends inside. "'m at a party on campus, 's okay. in the bathroom. just thinking."

zeke didn't feel eased at all at the sound of loud knocking coming from somewhere, hearing you becoming distant for a moment as you presumably pulled the phone away from your ear to call out that the bathroom was occupied. there was shuffling on the other line, then silence for a short moment. "can i ask you something?"

zeke frowned. the idea of not being able to know who was monitoring you in this state wasn't sitting well with him. "go ahead."

"but don't call me stupid, ok? i already know it's a stupid question, but i still wanna ask it."

"there's no such thing as stupid questions." he assured you, ignoring the buzz of a text notification, most likely porco or reiner telling him to come back in before the burger he ordered got cold.

"do i really have to break up with eren?"

zeke felt something odd flicker in his chest, that unfamiliar feeling he'd felt when he caught you staring at you and his brother's one-sided chat logs, but yet the affirmative answer he thought he would be able to give with no problem sat on the tip of his tongue, undelivered. he thought back to that face reiner had made when he told him who you were, and porco's hesitant words trying to rationalize his actions but ultimately failing to do so.

zeke didn't understand why he felt so conflicted all of a sudden. this was meant to be a simple ordeal, one where he got what he needed to teach eren a lesson and moved on with his life. but now here he was, concerned about your whereabouts, focusing hard enough on your muddled words that he managed to catch the wobble in your voice that betrayed your own state of emotional unrest. he realized a moment too late that he hadn't said anything, hearing a small sniffle on your end before we began speaking.

"god, i can't believe i said that out loud, you must really think i'm dumb r'now, but.. i just can't let go of what we had." he was sure that you were crying now. "i keep thinking about what you said, an' you're right. he's been an ass to me, he practically ignored me for, like, three months, probably fuckin' cheated on me with his hot best friend, so i can't understand why i just wanna keep trying to fix things... and its so confusing 'cause everyone just keeps telling me to enjoy myself an' have fun, but i have no idea what i even want anymore, and i don't even know what we are right now and i can't fuckin' believe i cheated on my boyfriend with his fuckin' older brother and i don't know what i'd ever do if he found out."

by the end of it, you were letting out small, hiccuped sobs, breath fast and uneven just as it had been the night he'd invited you over. he honestly didn't know what to say, listening to you cry, staring at the steam of his breath as it dissipated out into the night. you were a good person, someone who was undeserving of such treatment from either him or eren, but it was simply an unfortunate coincidence that you had been caught in the fray.

he took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts, preparing to deliver an affirmation similar to the one he'd given you a few days ago when you first laid all your relationship troubles out on the table, but there was a rapid, more insistent knocking at the bathroom door on your end. he could hear a female voice calling out your name, and the jiggling of the door knob.

"hold on," you paused, sniffling, "it's my roommate."

you steadied yourself enough to say that, tossing the phone somewhere before he heard the sound of the door unlocking. "there you are!! are you seriously wasted already? it's only, like, eleven?! why are you crying???" your roommate sounded tipsy, but nowhere near as intoxicated as you currently were, which eased zeke's initial worry, "jean! can you c'mere for a sec! wait, were you calling someone?"

there was a brief pause, and zeke could practically see your tiny nod and teary eyes in his head, then heels clicking over tile and the sound of the phone being lifted, followed by a hurried, "hey, this is her roommate! she's fine, gotta go!"

then silence, just him and the faint noise coming from inside the bar behind him. he didn't know what to think. from the sounds of it, it seemed like your friends were taking care of you for the time being, friends who names he vaguely remembered you speaking of when you'd been detailing your time at the halloween party—people that were unfamiliar to him, people he wasn't sure that he could trust. and a small part of him, a tiny voice at the back of his head, scoffed at his flimsy mask of worry that barely hid the true emotion, his possessive nature, driving his desire to go pick you up and bring you back to the apartment to take care of so you'd have to be there with him another morning with your thankful gazes and blunt, half-awake words.

he knew he was in no place to begin laying judgement at these unknown people in your life considering what he'd done, but it was an innate sort of feeling, the thought that always clouded his mind when he laid eyes on people that were younger than him, that he knew more than them, that somehow he would always be above them in an invisible hierarchy. that same feeling that he felt when he found himself looking down at you.

"zeke?" a warm, friendly voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes turning up from the ground to find a tired-looking marcel standing before him, "what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"smoke break." the lie slipped between his lips before he even thought of the fact that there was no cigarette between his fingers, no scent of smoke in the air or clinging to his clothes, "glad you could make it, everyone's inside. pretty sure porco already ordered you something."

but instead of immediately heading inside for zeke to come after him, marcel stood for a moment, lips drawing back and eyebrows knitting into a concerned expression. "is everything okay?"

zeke thought for a moment, giving a non-committal shrug in response.

"still having family troubles?"

despite having been quite fixated on his negative feelings revolving his own younger brother for the last few days, zeke had almost pushed out a majority of the sordid details of the entire situation out of his head, which now seemed to all flood back with such a short, simple question.

"you could say that." zeke scratched the back of his neck, now wishing he'd actually had a cigarette to take his mind off of all these turbulent thoughts, "all the arguing and shit subsided already, but..."

"anything from your dad?" marcel's voice was almost tentative asking that, frowning when zeke said nothing, "sorry.. didn't mean to be insensitive about it."

"it's not insensitive. just," he swallowed, tucking his phone back into his pocket and reaching out to push open the bar door, a silent, less embarrassing way to signal that he no longer wanted to talk about it anymore, "just kind of fresh. that's all."

they both stood in silence for a moment, marcel's eyes wandering his face, features expressing a clear concern, but thankfully, he didn't push the issue any further, simply following him inside like zeke wished he would've done minutes earlier to save him the trouble, proceeding to the booth housing their friends. the conversation didn't wander back to the topic of him and his morally dubious relations nor his current familial situation, much to his relief, making it much easier for him to just allow the conversation to flow around him, finding himself not having much of an appetite or desire to speak much with so much on his mind.

for a moment, zeke wondered to himself if this was a punishment from the universe, feeling so downtrodden on what was usually one of his more enjoyable nights in the week. not to say that they were always amazing to be around, but spending time with porco, reiner, marcel, and sometimes bertholdt made up most of the meaningful social interactions he had, and to have lost out on it today of all days just seemed like some odd form of karmic justice as a result of him behaving so selfishly.

but he held out for the rest of the evening anyways, going through more drinks that he probably should've, finding easier to tune in to porco and reiner's usual bickering, marcel's attempts to quell them, the ambient sound of bustling waiters and clinking glasses and plates to bury down any thought of you or his family or what was to come at the end of the week, the consequences with much more magnitude in his life than an just an unpleasant night out.

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[so-cool-day6]

ok here this suggestive n kinda smutty kevin thing

i'm absolutely no real writer so i apologize in advance lol

i wanna put some warnings to b safe, again ive never done this but i wanna do my best hshhsshshh

- slight degradation

- implied rlly rough sex

- mention of hair pulling

- color system

also i proofread this a million times but knowing me there's probably a million mistakes still, sorry

Never did I expect that "Jade" wasn't Jade at all.

Never did I expect that "Jade" was Kevin Moon undercover on deobi stan twitter.

Never did I expect that Kevin Moon would find my thirst tweets so hilarious that he wanted to hear more about them.

The moment Jade accidentally said "I" instead of "Kevin" in a message, I knew something felt fishy.

But he played it off so well, I soon forgot about it.

But those things just kept happening.

Sometimes it didn't take Jade very long at all to think up how Kevin would react to something.

Sometimes the answers seemed so extremely accurate, they could only have been from Kevin himself.

And when I finally put all the many pieces together?

Oh boy. I was pissed. And immensely embarrassed.

But not near as embarrassed as I know I'm about to be in a few minutes.

I'm only a few people away from going up to the fansign table to meet The Boyz.

I wasn't gonna come. I wasn't even gonna enter. I knew it would be far too embarrassing and humiliating to see Kevin in real life after all the explicit things I said about him, inadvertently directly to him.

But when your best friend begs you to enter with her, you enter with your best friend.

And when you and your best friend both win, and she begs you to go so she isn't alone... you go so she isn't alone.

She owes me big time for this one.

Thank goodness that Kevin isn't first...

As I talk to Jacob, Chanhee, Sangyeon, and Eric, I was glad to discover that, even if he shared every conversation we ever had, Kevin at least hadn't show any of them what I looked like.

But my conversation with Eric is ending, and Kevin is smirking, telling me that he has already noticed me.

Time to die, I guess.

I say goodbye to Eric, give him a high five, and move to the next seat in front of Kevin Moon.

"Well, well, well." He smiles. "Fancy seeing you here."

I try to laugh. "Yeah..."

"Why so shy? You weren't this shy on twitter."

"Yeah, when I wasn't talking to Kevin Moon."

"Ah, but you were. You were talking to Kevin."

I simply roll my eyes in response and look down at my hands, trying to keep my face from getting too red.

"Listen, I do wanna apologize. I shouldn't have manipulated you like that."

"It's okay... I can't blame you. If I were in your position, I can't say I wouldn't do the same thing. And there wasn't any real harm done, right? As long as it doesn't get out."

"Although, I must say..." His eyes darken. "I kind of liked hearing your thoughts about me. Especially in such detail." His hand lands on my thigh under the table and he feels me instantly tense up. He cracks a smile and chuckles. "I really do have an effect on you, don't I?" His voice is barely above a whisper, and his grip on my thigh tightens. "Just tell me if you want me to take my hand away and I will. Instantly. No questions asked."

"Okay." I think for a moment. Do I? Do I want him to move?

He looks at me expectantly, waiting for more of a response.

"I'll tell you if I do." I can feel my face heat up as I make my decision.

He smirks.

"I love how flustered you get." His thumbs slowly rubs the inner part of my thigh, thanks to his hand placement, and chills run up and down my back.

"Hurry up." A staff member says behind him, making sure the line doesn't get held up.

While Kevin's hand on my thigh isn't visible to the crowd, it IS visible to the staff. But they don't seem phased, nor do they seem to care.

Does Kevin have a habit of feeling up fans under the table or do they just wanna go home?

He leaves a cold spot on my leg as he pulls his hand away and quickly signs my album.

He answers the question post-it, which is actually a question from my Kevin-biased friend who couldn't try for a fansign slot, and then he flips the post-it up and writes something on the album page underneath the post-it.

"Move." The staff tells me. Kevin gives me a high five to look casual and throws me a wink as subtly as possible.

I continue on through the rest of the line, trying to keep my composure, especially when talking with Sunwoo and Changmin.

I may have said... a lot about them to Kevin.

A lot.

The fansign finally ends, and I don't remember Kevin writing something under the post-it note until the drive back to my friend's house.

"Hilton on Portico

Room 347

Should be back by 8

I'll have Q out of our room by 8:05

Hope to see you there"

No way.

No, he's kidding.

He's kidding right?

Did he just ask me to meet him in his hotel room tonight?

Why?

He doesn't want to... no.

No, that's impossible.

Why would he want to-

"Are you even listening?" My friend snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly cover Kevin's message.

"Sorry, I spaced out... Can't stop thinking about meeting them, yknow?"

-

My hand raises to knock on the door, before I pull it back down.

8:06, my watch reads.

I shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't be here, right?

This is insane...

Maybe he wants to lecture me.

Maybe he wants to yell at me.

Why would he wanna yell at me after what he did at the fansign, though?

I shake my head and raise my hand to knock again.

No matter why he wants to see me at his hotel room, he wants to see me at his hotel room.

It must be important.

I carefully knock, suddenly regretting all of my life choices as I wait for him to open the door.

What if Changmin is still in the room?

What if his manager is in the room?

What if he wrote down the wrong room number?

What if he was just trying to play with me all along, and they aren't even at this hotel?

The door swings open and Kevin's face lights up.

"You came..." He sounds shocked, as if meeting Kevin Moon in his hotel room isn't a dream to many, many people. "Come in, please." He opens the door wider and steps to the side, allowing me to walk into the room. "I'm sorry it's still a mess... we have to refuse housekeeping services and I just got Changmin to leave a couple minutes ago. I didn't have a chance to tidy up for you..."

"No, no! It's no big deal, no worries. If only you saw my house, it's way worse..."

We stand in silence for a bit, both of us unsure exactly what to do next, when suddenly I gain a boost of confidence.

"Kevin, why am I here?"

He looks at me with eyes full of... I'm not sure what.

Thoughtfulness?

"I don't know. Why are you here?"

"You don't know? You're the one who told me to come." I scoffed.

"I know. But why did you come? What were you hoping would happen if you came to my hotel room? Or should I say..." His eyes darken again, just like they had at the fansign, and he steps towards me and takes my hand in his. "What are you still hoping will happen?"

All breath leaves me.

"Maybe I can jog your memory. Were you maybe hoping that I would... pull your hair and pound you from behind like you're nothing but my sorry cumslut?"

A sharp gasp involuntarily leaves my body as he boldly quotes one of the first things I ever told Jade, word for word. I can feel his ego boost by the second.

"Or maybe it was something more along the lines of..."

Kevin places his hands on my waist and pulls my body flush with his.

"Fingering you roughly until you're shaking and crying and begging for me to stop... but I don't."

Again, he quotes my own sexual fantasy to me, every word correct. Except this time it elicits a soft moan.

I can feel him hard against me, and I can't help but look away towards the floor in embarrassment.

"Look at me."

I can't bring myself to obey his command, no matter how much I want to.

"I said look at me." He grabs my chin and turns my face towards his, his eyes slowly moving away from my eyes and down to my lips.

His eyes and voice all tell me that he's having a hard time holding back, but he has to ask something first.

"Have you ever heard of the color system?"

"Yeah." I whisper, which is about the only volume I can muster up in the moment. "Like a traffic light, right?"

"Right. What color are you on right now?"

"Green."

"And what color would you be on if I kissed you?"

"Green."

That's all the approval he needs to quickly place one hand on the lower back of my head and softly press his lips into mine.

That softness does not last long, as the kiss soon turns into a quite passionate make out.

We begin to migrate, lips still together, until our legs hit the edge of the bed and Kevin pulls away from me.

"Your fantasies aren't soft. And you've got such a hold on me, I can't promise to be either. I don't wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable, upset, or negatively helpless. I want you to use the colors. Is that okay with you?" Somehow his continuous consent checks make him a hundred times sexier.

"I can do that."

"Don't hesitate at all to say any of the colors at any moment, if you feel you want to. Okay?" Yeah, the continuous consent checks are really sexy.

"Okay."

"Where are we at right now?"

"Green."

With that, he smirks and pushes me onto the bed, quickly crawling on top of me to reattach his lips to my own.

His beautiful hands begin to wander and feel my body. He finds my waistband and slowly slides his thumb under it.

I know he's taking it slow just in case I change my mind, which is very considerate, but it only makes me frustrated.

I push him away slightly with my hand.

"Can you hurry it up, Kev? You've had me wet since lunch." Is all i say before grabbing his shirt and pulling him back into me.

I can tell he's holding back some kind of reaction to what I just did.

His hand fully slides under my waistband, both of them, and he begins to slide his hand lower and towards the middle...

The embarrassment surrounding my encounters with Kevin are being replaced with thankfulness. Who would have thought that thirst tweets would land me in a hotel bed, getting fucked by Kevin Moon?

He's just made me cum for the third time.

First time with his mouth and fingers, then twice by railing me in two different positions.

He says yellow as he pulls out, and I nod.

We both need a breather.

He lays down next to me, both of us breathing quite heavily. I'm definitely breathing heavier, though. Curse his dancer cardiovascular health.

"So, what do you think we should-" Kevin is cut off by the sound of the door being unlocked with a key card, and his eyes go wide. He hurries to pull the blanket up over me, covering up my naked body from the view of whoever was coming in.

The fact that he doesn't care at all about his dick still hanging out loud and proud makes me wonder just how comfortable he is with all his members AND staff...

The person entering starts saying something in Korean, and all I can pick out is that he's addressing Kevin for something.

As the mystery person turns the corner and we meet eyes, both of us freeze for a moment.

Kevin scolds Ji Changmin in Korean, and Changmin responds, clearly upset at Kevin for something.

Kevin checks his phone and mutters an "oh".

"I'm sorry." Kevin turns to me. "I told Q to stay out until 10, thinking we'd be done by then... but I guess we've been having a little too much fun..."

The room reeks of awkwardness (and sex, but that's besides the point), until Changmin shyly raises his hand to wave at me.

"Hello. I'm Q."

I chuckle and wave back.

Kevin says something to Changmin. I'm unable to pick out any words to grasp at some sort of context before Changmin's eyes widen even further and he points at me, simply saying...

"Deobi?"

I nod.

Kevin's face suddenly turns devilish, and he starts talking to Changmin again.

I feel very out of the loop, but the way Changmin's face is turning beet red isn't making me optimistic as to what Kevin is saying.

"Kevin, what did you just tell him?"

Kevin keeps talking and Changmin's eyes dart back and forth from me to Kevin, and then I notice they glance down.

His grey sweatpants are not being very forgiving as to hiding his erection.

"Kevin!" I try a second time.

"What, baby? A man deserves to know what a sexy woman wants him to do to her."

I grab a pillow and throw it at him, hard, before hiding my face in the sheets.

Kevin apologizes in both English and Korean, and I hear Changmin giggle awkwardly.

Kevin says one last thing and I hear someone going through a suitcase.

I peek out from the sheets and see Changmin riffling through his bag, still replying to Kevin, before tossing something at Kevin.

Kevin thanks him, using one word of Korean I do know.

Changmin leaves, not before saying a kind goodbye to me, and Kevin turns to me.

"This might be fun, don't you think? If my memory is being kind to me, you've definitely mentioned me using one of these on you." He holds up the vibrator that Changmin threw at him.

What on earth does Changmin get up to on tour?

"Did he say anything about what you... told him?"

"He asked if you were gonna still be in town tomorrow. I sure hope you are, cause I said yes. And tomorrow it seems I'll be the one leaving the room all night... if you want to, of course."

I start getting wet again at the prospect.

"But don't think about him too much yet. I'm not done with you yet, baby." He clicks a button on the vibrator. "Green?"

"Green."

He looks at me like he's a hungry lion, before pouncing on me.

Rest time is over.

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THE UNGOLDY SCREECH THAT LEFT ME OMG THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN

"Somehow his continuous consent checks make him a hundred times sexier" IT'S TRUE. I'm not okay. My mind was babble the entire time, especially when Changmin walked in 🤤 the idea of it all... beautiful 😍 is it okay if I tag this a tbz smut? I think more people deserve to read this. I'll delete the tags if you want me to!

#still screaming #submitted #🗝 anon #tbz smut #the boyz smut #kevin moon #submission #tbz reactions #the boyz reactions

[hello-yue-here]

About your atla ship songs, I have a couple of questions (sorry if my phrasing comes out wrong, english isn't my first language and I worry it might across as accidentally defensive): how did you end up with the choices for zukka, jetko and yuekka (note: I haven't seen the great comet, so feel free to obsess over it, I'm intrigued now and the hype is appreciated!)? Sidenote: I think the mailee choice is HILARIOUS and the tokka one just make me sad, I didn't expect to be attacked like this😭

kdjfha;s i love you im gonna obsess SO HARD over great comet now. you may regret this

this is gonna be so long so the rest is under the cut whoops

yuekka: no one else from great comet

where do i even begin. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN

okay so background information on this show: it's based off of a 76 oages excerpt from war and peace and its centered around a woman named natasha (and this guy pierre but he's irrelevant to this song so we wont worry about him) and natasha's bethrothed is off fighting in the war right now. she hasn't seen him in a while but she is in love with him.

every single lyrics of this song SCREAMS yuekka to me. the innocence and purity of their love. the love at first sight. and even the melancholy ending just- i go apeshit for this song. i love this song so much. and denee benton's voice??? kljsdhflwksugf please listen to this song if you haven't already. listen to the whole show. your life will be changed forever.

onto the lyrics (i stg this is ab to be the whole song whoops)

"the moon"

THOSE ARE THE FIRST WORDS ON THE SONG. natasha and andre (her bethrothed) met underneath the moonlight. Sokka and Yue first spoke to eachother at night and always met each other for their most intimate moments under the moonlight. also yue is LITERALLY the moon so like: right of the bat with those two words it's yuekka.

"and i saw your eyes / and i saw your smile / and the world opened wide"

sokka fell in love with yue the moment he saw her in the canal. she literally enchanted this motherfucker. everything about her made his heart go crazy. and 'the world opened wide' to me is from yue's perspective. Yue had never left the north pole and sokka had seen a good chuck of the world at the point. He took her on appa, he told her about his adventures. he saw the world yue wished to see and you know damn well that Sokka would have done anything to give it to her.

"oh the moon /oh the snow in the moonlight / and your childlike eyes and your distant smile / ill never be this happy again / you and i and no one else"

natasha sings fondly about the moon and the snow, seeing as it was where she fell in love with andre. yue and sokka LITERALLY fell in love in the same place: in the snowy nothern water tribe under the light of the moon. childlike eyes: THEYRE CHILDREN!!! distant smile: this is where it gets a little sad. theyre both children with way too many duties during a world that has known nothing but war for the past century. they want to be happy but yeah, theyre smiles are distant and far away because happiness seems out of reach for them most of the time. i'll never be this happy again: the moments yue and sokka shared together were probably the happiest either of them ever were. they were able to ignore the war and the world in the moments they shared together. and with no one else. no one else would be able to give each other this sense of peace and happiness and love.

"joy and life inside our souls / and no body knows just you and me / it's our secret"

Yue and Sokka had to sneak out in secret at night to go and see each other. Yue and Sokka couldn't be together for real because Yue was already engaged, but they were literally in love so she decided to see him anyways in secret. kasdjfhklasjd im losing my mind over them at this point.

"this winer sky / how can anyone sleep / there was never such a night before / i feel like putting my arms around my knees / and squeezing tight as possible / and flying away"

these are my FAVORITE lines in the entire song. yue and sokka had never felt this strongly about anyone before and that's why they are so drawn to each other. they had never experienced love before and they wanted to hold onto it for as long as they could even though they knew they couldnt. Sokka takes yue up on appa and she is wistful and wishes she could live like he does every day: ie flying away. oh my god these two deserved so much better. so much fucking better.

now for the saddes part. the saddest fucking part.

"maybe he'll come today / maybe he came already / and he's sitting in the drawing room / and i simply forgot"

natasha misses andre so intensely at this point. when i first listened to this show and heard this song i was like "wait a min... is andre like... dead?" and im sure i wasnt the only person who assumed that this was why natasha felt so sad by the end of such a beautiful song. (spoiler alert andre is fine)

but this line really exemplifies how sad natasha is, and hints at the fact that andre may never come back. it implies that their relationship is doomed (at least in my opinion) and that's all yuekka. Sokka misses yue intensely when shes gone. Yue accepted her fate almost immediately but sokka was in denial. he thought there had to be another way. but in the end it wasn't meant to be. and sokka will go on, loving yue, wishing for her back, even though it's not possible.

fuck im gonna cry.

zukka: all i've ever known- hadestown

"i was alone so long / i didn't even know that i was lonely / out in the cold so long / i didnt even know that i was cold"

sokka is from the swt so theres where the cold comes in. also in the gaang (initially) it was just him katara and aang. and katara and aang were much closer to each other than sokka was with aang and the two of them were benders so sokka was kind of an outsider with the two of them. He also represses a lot of his emotions and feels the need to do everything himself so i do see a lot of loneliness in sokka. and the fact that so many people in his life have left him (his mom, yue, his dad, suki briefly, etc...) he is known to keep people at an arms length. i see a lot of loneliness in sokka.

zuko's loneliness is a lot more obvious: he has literally been cast out and abandoned by everyone except iroh. and even then he still feels the need to be alone (remember zuko alone? thought so) these boys look after themselves and push others away and revel in their loneliness in order to keep themselves from getting hurt. at least in my opinion on canon and also some fanon because id be a liar if i said fanon didnt influence how i view ALL my ships (not just zukka)

"all ive ever known is how to hold my own / but now I wanna hold you too"

COME ONE MANNNN, they just wanna hold each other. theyre both very big protectors as well and kljhflkasdhg they wanna protect eachother like kljdhfl im gonna lose it rn.

"You take me in your arms / And suddenly there's sunlight all around me / Everything bright and warm / And shining like it never did before / And for a moment I forget / Just how dark and cold it gets"

SUNLIGHT SYMBOLISM. zuko is literally powered by the sun. i don't think i even NEED to elaborate on this one anymore lol. They find comfort in each other away from all of their trauma. when they're together nothing else matters and i personally love that for them. they both deserve love.

"I knew you before we met / And I don't even know you yet / All I know is your someone I have always known"

these two are extremely similar in canon. many parallels. older brothers overshadowed by their prodigy little sisters. longing to make their fathers proud (granted one dad is good and one is fuckin evil), both are pretty bad with emotions. both are seen protecting others before themselves (sokka protecting suki during the serpant's pass, sokka protecting toph on like multiple occassions, zuko protecting katara in the final agni kai), the list goes on. they know who the other is because they see themselves in the other person. they already know each other because they are each other (in a way, not entirely, but the similarities are strong in my opinion)

"I'm gonna hold you forever / The wind will never change on us / Long as we stay with each other / Then it will always be like this"

i just think this line is so cute and sweet (ignoring all the symbolism and foreshadowing that comes with the last line in the musical itself. im gonna pretend this is nothing but happy) and i think these boys deserve happiness so yeah. this song is zukka to me lol.

jetko: thrill of first love- falsettoes

if you've never listened to this song go an do it now. you will know INSTANTLY that it is jetko because of the dynamics alone. marvin and whizzer are pure jetko and i take no crticisms.

marvin and whizzer are both extremely stubborn, and they don't always get along, and they fight a lot, and they get mad at each other a lot, and they are both passionate as hell, and they will bring this passion into everything. they love each other that is without a doubt, but they arent perfect and they are once again stubborn and determined as fuck.

sound familiar? it's literally jetko.

the lyrics aren't what remind me of jetko, but the dynamic itself. the lyrics are too on the nose for a gay couple in 1970's america so that rlly cant apply to jetko all that much. but the way these two characters bounce off of each other and get annoyed with each other and argue with eachother reminds me of jetko. because let's be honest: these two are the most stubborn characters in the whole show. they will fight for what they believe and it will take literally everything to change their minds.

i love jetko but i think they would have petty arguments all the time and get aggravated by one another so easily. and this is even seen in canon: they work so fucking well together but they did not even HESITATE to fight one another after neither of them would give in and let the fight about whether jet was right or wrong about zuko being a firebender. like i cannot say it enough they are stubborn as fuck.

but underneath all that stubborn pettiness and bickering: marvin and whizzer still love each other. and jet and zuko would still love each other. because even though they are stubborn when it comes to arguments, they are even more stubborn and determined when it comes to each other. these two passionate motherfuckers are in love.

(now when i chose this song i decided to ignore the fact that this song literally spells out the fact that marvin and whizzer's relatinoship is doomed because they literally say passion dies. thats the difference between jetko and whizzer and marvin because i dont think passion dies. i chose this song strictly for the bickering lmao)

and i know you didnt ask about tokka but,,,,

i rlly wanna talk about the tokka one

so im going to

tokka: on my own- les mis

look. i KNOW this song is about unrequited love and i love tokka as a couple but,,, the unrequited love in this song just SCREAMS unrequited tokka to me so thats what i went with.

eponine is a girl who has neglectful parents who lives life by her own rules: toph. eponine is shown to be tough and confident and spunky to others but behind all of that she has emotions, she feels love, she hides her vulnerability so much: toph. she is in love with a guy she cant be with because he loves someone else: TOPH

eponine is toph to a t and toph is eponine to a t. this is not up for debate lmao

"without him i feel his arms around me"

toph is always seen grabbing onto someone (and its almost ALWAYS sokka) when she's somewhere where she can't use her feet to see. FEEL and ARMS cmon. look at it.

"and i know / i know that he is blind"

COME ON. IMAGINE TOPH SINGING THIS LINE. this line is already powerful enough in les mis but having toph, a blind character, sing it just makes the symbolism even deeper. toph sees the potential relationship they could have together. toph sees that sokka is oblivious to this. toph is not blind to the truth or the potention, but sokka is blind to her feelings. im about to lose my mind over this line.

"I love him / But every day I'm learning / All my life / I've only been pretending / Without me / His world will go on turning / A world that's full of happiness / That I have never known"

i need to sit down for a moment. toph grew up in a household where her parents did not understand her. she has learned to hide her true emotions and vulnerabilities from everyone. and its the fact that toph knows that she and sokka will never be together and the fact that she still loves him in spite of that is what makes this even more heartbreaking.

"but only on my own"

TOPH AND EPONINE SWEETIES I LOVE YOU

thank you for indulging my theatre kid nonsense. you are very sweet and kind and lovely and awesome and i hope you have a lovely day bestie :) <3

ask me why i think these songs go with these ships

#asks #liv is a theatre nerd #liv is an atla nerd #yuekka #zukka #jetko #tokka #ask me about my ship songs

[trivialoveclub]

2020 Year in Review!

hey! i was tagged by the absolute angel that is ⚘ @unefleurofferte ⚘(tysm my love! 💞) for this 2020 tag! first off (even tho it's the middle of january already 🤡) i wanted to wish everyone a happy new year! not to get sappy 💀 but even tho i don't rlly talk/interact that much, it brings me a lot of happiness seeing u guys on my dash 🥺💗 i genuinely am supporting and rooting for you all and i wish u guys all the love and kindness in this new year bc you deserve it babes 💖

Rules: answer the questions about 2020 and tag some people to pass it on!

5 Fav Films You Watched in 2020

🎬 Soul (2020) "Your spark isn't your purpose. That last box fills in when you're ready to come live."

🎬 Onward (2020) "I never had a dad, but I always had you."

🎬 Klaus (2019) "A true selfless act always sparks another."

🎬 Diecisiete (2019) "You think I'd be doing all of this if I had no heart?

Maybe you're trying to get it back."

🎬 East Side Sushi (2014) "You know behind every great restaurant here, there are great latinos, in the back, in the kitchen, hidden. Prepping the food and making you all look good. Well, I don't want to be in the back anymore."

5 Fav TV Shows You Watched In 2020

📺 Like in The Movies (2020) "Do you ever feel like you're not the protagonist of your own story?"

📺 Given (2019) "Do you have anyone you like, Haruki-san? If that person suddenly disappeared from this world, what would you say?"

📺 Banana Fish (2018) "My soul is always with you."

📺 Masterchef Junior (2013-) Not a quote but Gordon Ramsay always says the dishes has "finesse" and now i can't stop saying it in everything 😭

📺 Next in Fashion (2020)

5 Fav Songs You Listened To In 2020

🎶 UGH! : BTS 🎶 "You're allowed to be angry, but bothering someone else's life, I don't like"

🎶 Fuyu No Hanashi : Given 🎶 "Just like the snow that hasn't completely melted in the shade I continue on with these feelings inside of me."

🎶 So Beautiful : DPR Ian 🎶 "My love is turning kinda gray / My heart is looking the other way."

🎶 PSYCHE : Joohoney 🎶 "All of the world pay attention"

🎶 Stay Tonight : Chungha 🎶 "Tell me what you wanna do, run away or stay tonight"

Top 5 Albums of 2020

💿 Map of The Soul 7 : BTS

UGH! ⏯ Black Swan ⏯ Inner Child

💿 Fatal Love : Monsta X

Sorry I'm Not Sorry ⏯ Nobody Else ⏯ Guess Who

💿 Ungodly Hour : Chloe x Halle

ROYL ⏯ Forgive Me ⏯ Lonely

💿 Mixtape [ PSYCHE ] : Joohoney

PSYCHE ⏯ Intro (Ambition) ⏯ DIA

💿 Chromatica : Lady Gaga

Replay ⏯ Sour Candy ⏯ Alice

Top 5 Books You Read in 2020

🤡 🤡 🤡

...i haven't read for fun in years 😔 i used to read a book every single day :(( but! i already have a list of ones i want to read so this year for sure im gonna be that girl again 🤧💅🏼

💌 How did you spend your birthday this year? 💌

uh hahaha 🤡 suddenly i can't read 🤡

well...i had to take my drivers test but i had no idea how to park so i mean obvs i was gonna fail 💀 so i got super anxious and then had a breakdown in the back seat when it was getting closer to my turn 😭 my parents had to reschedule it and take me home. i felt like such a disappointment. so it started off absolutely horrible, fortunately the rest of the day was a lot better but oof 🤪

💌 What was your most memorable day? 💌

i honestly cannot remember anything 😭 it's like one big blur but ummm...probably finishing high school! i felt like i could finally breathe 🥲

💌 What was your most memorable meal you had this year? 💌

hmm...ooo probably when my abuelita made us a bunch of paches de papa 🥺 i ate them for a whole week and i loved it entirely...my heart is pache shaped 🤧💘

💌 Did you find any new hobbies or interests in quarantine? 💌

hmm i don't think i got any new ones but i did get to be reminded again on how much i genuinely enjoy making food and like decorating/personalizing things! ☺💖

💌 What was the last big event/thing you remember doing before covid? 💌

uhhh i honestly can't think of anything? i literally don't go out 🤡 like im in chilling in this quarantine lifestyle bc nothing has changed for me 🤪

💌 5 good/positive things that happened to you in 2020? 💌

🌱 i finally escaped high school! 🎓🎉

🌱 i decided to take a gap year and the burnt out student inside me feels like she can finally exhale

🌱 i can't remember if it was in early 2020 or late 2019 but anyways I GOT MY DRIVERS LICENSE 😝😝 i honestly...do not know how i got it...i took 15+ minutes to park (as u can see your girl didn't learn her lesson) but bless that man for passing me i hope u have a beautiful life sir 😭💖 however i have not stepped in the driver's seat since then 💋 i refuse 💋

🌱 i honestly would say watching Soul 🥲💗 i've always been obsessed w my meaning and purpose in life and that movie rlly just hit home for me...i think about it everyday and im literally starting to tear up right now so let me just stop 🤪

🌱 hmm honestly just being home 💗 i now have an excuse to stay in all time and that brings me so much peace in my heart 🤧

💌 Biggest messages or lessons learnt from this year? 💌

that there's a lot to live for. and i rlly want to enjoy it? and like w the gap year i still feel guilty and still feel like im wasting time and not being productive (love being a capricorn 🤪) but im trying to not think like that...and the fact that Soul came out and it's whole message is literally like life is beautiful and it's meant to be lived 🥺 it rlly like...set that for me u know...there's so many little things that truly make me excited about life and i want to enjoy it and after those 4 years in high school of constant work and stress and losing my entire mind maybe i actually deserve it 🥲 so um yeah..sjdkajd

💌 And what are you most looking forward to in 2021? 💌

a lot ☺ everything honestly...wow omg that's so weird asjakjd ahhh 😭😭💘 [insert that paul rudd who would have thought not me meme] but i wanna do sm much!! bake and cook and learn to knit! and personalize my clothes and READ! and watch movies and shows! and i'll also be going back to school so i rlllllllllyyyyyyyy want to learn how to manage my time bc my procrastination truly fucked me in the ass in hs 🤡 but yeah im excited ahh! ☺

And We're Done!

oof my memory is so awful i feel like i can't remember anything that happened in 2020 🤡 this ended up being a bit long 💀 so if u made it to the end...thank u for reading...ily 😚💌 besitos for you! 💞

tagging these cuties 💘: @moonlattae @fluorescente @glossierjoon @ardores @star99 @jooniephoria @ahearthrob @catboyjm @yoongidisease @violetmoonlits @koyan @stardustyoongi @7blueside @m1amor @sobsyub @m8nstruck @souheii @1okyos @virgomoon @alevchaan @jihyoist

#i wanted to tag a lot of people ☺ but of course if u don't want to do it u don't have to! 💌 #thank u again dear for tagging me! i honestly rlly enjoyed it! 💖 #and if anyone checks out the music/shows/movies i hope u like it! 💌 #oh and i added the spotify link to the album if u click on the title! 💃🏻💃🏻 #tagged 🥰

[sincerelystranger]

hello! ive been doing some THINK and i just really couldn't get it out of my mind like what if the last time that lwj (from honesty is the best policy) has seen wwx was like in that scene in the bathroom, so like his last memory of him is his trembling hands and how it was his fault that it came to be AND IM JUST LIKE IMAGINING ALL THE YEARNING??? like upon seeing each other again, lwj is angry and confused and incredibly yearning aHHHH also im that person from ur previous ask i rlly luv ur fic!

Hi again! Thank you for liking my story so much lol. I feel like if the story had gone that direction it would have gone something like this?

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Lan Zhan didn’t know how he got back to his apartment, but he fell to the floor as soon as he got through the door, shaky and nauseous. He couldn’t get the image of Wei Wuxian - on his knees and shaking - out of his mind. Lan Zhan had done that to him, he thought, another wave of nausea rolling through him. Lan Zhan had treated him so poorly - had been so needlessly cruel to him - that Wei Wuxian shook at the sight of him. 

Lan Zhan had left Wei Wuxian alone in that cold restroom, alone and shaking. He had been so thin and tired and Lan Zhan had left him alone. But what else could he have done? Wei Wuxian couldn’t imagine Lan Zhan wanting anything other than sex from him. Seemed to recoil at Lan Zhan’s touch. Seemed terrified of him somehow.

It was almost humorous to think about - Wei Wuxian being scared of him. Lan Zhan was the one who had been terrified of Wei Wuxian for so long. The one who had been so scared of the way Wei Wuxian smiled, the gentle way of his fingers, the easy way he accepted Lan Zhan’s silence, his coldness. He had been terrified of falling in love with Wei Wuxian for so long and look where it had brought him? He had been so scared that he had forced that terror onto Wei Wuxian as well. 

His uncle had been right about trash, but not who was trash. Wei Wuxian would be better off not associating with Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan would not dirty him any further.

Lan Zhan got up slowly, leaning against the wall for support. He supposed he would have to get used to this silence again - this apartment devoid of warmth.

Lan Zhan made his way to his room, his steps wobbly as if he were drunk. Shame and guilt and regret rolled through him, punching the breath out of him. Hot pins pricked the back of his eyes - could he cry? Did he even deserve that? 

He undressed and got into the shower. The water sluiced off him, but Lan Zhan couldn’t tell what the temperature of the water was. Steam rose up around him but he was still cold. He leaned back against the tile and stared at the shower seat in front of him. 

Wei Wuxian had sat there once. 

Wei Wuxian had let Lan Zhan wash his hair there - pliant and trusting. Had trusted Lan Zhan to wash his hair. Had trusted Lan Zhan not to hurt him. 

A sob finally ripped itself from his throat. No matter how cold Lan Zhan had been, Wei Wuxian had trusted him - and Lan Zhan had destroyed that trust. And for what? For orchestra? For his uncle? For some rich bastards that couldn’t give a fuck what happened to Lan Zhan either way? 

Why had those things seemed so important? 

They didn’t mean anything now. 

Lan Zhan would give up everything now, if Wei Wuxian would just sit there again. If Wei Wuxian would just let him wash his hair again. 

He’d give up everything. 

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Lan Zhan floated through his days, his thoughts in a fog. He spoke to Shei-laoshi, told him that he would step down from orchestra. The conductor had seemed troubled at this, had asked him to take a couple weeks off and see if he still wanted to quit instead. Lan Zhan had agreed, but he knew a couple weeks would not make any difference. 

His presence alone hurt Wei Wuxian. He would not hurt Wei Wuxian any more. 

Lan Zhan vaguely remembered his uncle making him another visit to his apartment after that. Yelling at him as if he had lost his mind. 

“Wei Wuxian will not associate with me any more,” Lan Zhan had said, “Isn’t that what you wanted, uncle?” 

His uncle had gone almost purple, sputtering at Lan Zhan in a way Lan Zhan had never seen before. Perhaps it was shock. After all, Lan Zhan had never spoken back before. 

Whatever. Lan Zhan couldn’t be bothered. His uncle could take everything away - what did it matter any more? He had lost what was most important anyway. 

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A knock at the door surprised Lan Zhan from his dinner. It was late. Who could it be? His uncle again? 

He opened the door slowly, resigned to see his uncle’s ornery face. 

He blinked slowly at the person in front of him. 

He must be dreaming. 

He blinked again. 

Wei Wuxian.

He blinked again, and Wei Wuxian still stood there, real and beautiful and... Why was he there? 

“What do you mean you’re quitting orchestra?” Wei Wuxian asked hotly, his perfect brows furrowed. They shouldn’t be furrowed like that, Lan Zhan thought faintly. He wanted to touch him. Rub that furrow out with his fingers. 

“I- I-,” Lan Zhan stammered. What could he say to get Wei Wuxian to stay? His heart suddenly seemed to jump into his throat. 

“You can’t quit,” Wei Wuxian continued, seemingly unaware of Lan Zhan’s internal crisis. “You’re the only one good enough to be first violin. Su She will be first violin if you quit and that will ruin our entire orchestra.” Wei Wuxian scratched the back of his head irritably. “Is it because of me? If it is, I promise I won’t make things weird. So... please don’t quit.” 

Lan Zhan couldn’t help himself then - when could he help himself with anything regarding Wei Wuxian? - he grabbed Wei Wuxian and tugged him towards him. Enveloping him in a crushing embrace. He was real. He was real. 

Lan Zhan thought he might have let out a sob at that. 

“Wha--? Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cried, struggling a little in his arms. 

“Please,” Lan Zhan said, his voice coming out ragged and desperate. “Just a minute - just a few seconds. Please.” 

Wei Wuxian stilled at that. 

He was always so kind, Lan Zhan thought desperately. Wei Wuxian was so kind. He deserved so much better. 

Lan Zhan cupped the back of Wei Wuxian’s head, brought him close, tried not to sob. How long had it been since he had had him in his arms? This would be Lan Zhan’s last opportunity. He tried to memorize how Wei Wuxian’s hair felt in his fingers, how his head slid perfectly into the crook of Lan Zhan’s neck, how the warmth of his body seemed to seep into Lan Zhan’s pores - warm him at a cellular level. 

Lan Zhan took another breath and let Wei Wuxian go. 

He took a step back - or tried to - when Wei Wuxian crashed into him again. His arms going around Lan Zhan stomach.

“Wei Wuxian?” Lan Zhan asked, his voice shaking in shock. 

“You said orchestra was more important than me,” Wei Wuxian said, his voice muffled by Lan Zhan’s chest. “So why are you quitting?” 

“I lied,” Lan Zhan replied honestly. “Or, to be more correct, I was wrong.” 

Wei Wuxian raised his head from where he had buried it in Lan Zhan’s chest. He was so fucking beautiful, Lan Zhan thought. Lan Zhan wanted to wake up to that face. Wanted to see it before he went to sleep. He wanted that face to live in his apartment. Shine his light into the cold, lonely space. 

“It turns out, you are more important than orchestra,” Lan Zhan admitted. 

Wei Wuxian let go of him then. Lan Zhan immediately felt the loss - immediately missed the warmth. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian said, his voice shaking, “Please don’t mess with me, Lan Zhan.” 

“I’m not,” Lan Zhan replied, desperate to get Wei Wuxian to believe him. “I’m not. I was wrong, Wei Wuxian.” 

“You weren’t!” Wei Wuxian cried. Somehow, the thought that Lan Zhan valued Wei Wuxian more than orchestra seemed to terrify him. How heartbreaking. “I’m not worth losing orchestra. I’ll quit if that makes it easier for you. Please - please don’t quit orchestra.” 

“Wei Wuxian,” Lan Zhan said, his chest aching, “I won’t quit orchestra if that is what you want - but, it’s the truth. Losing you wasn’t worth keeping orchestra or my uncle happy or anything.” 

“Don’t,” Wei Wuxian said, something desperate in his voice as if he couldn’t bear to hear that he was valued. “If you want another fuck buddy, I can introduce you to someone - someone better. Someone even your uncle will approve of.” 

Lan Zhan’s chest ached at that, a sharp jolt of anger and shame going up his spine. “You’re not worth more to me because of your body,’ Lan Zhan said hotly, “If you chose to never touch me again, I’d still choose you over orchestra - over everything.” 

“What are you talking about?” Wei Wuxian begged, stepping backwards from Lan Zhan, his back against the door now. 

“I’m in love with you,” Lan Zhan admitted then, his body going hot and cold at the admission. It was terrifying, opening himself up like this, but Wei Wuxian deserved this, didn’t he? At least this. “I’ve spent probably all of our time together trying to convince myself that I wasn’t in love with you - but I am, and I can’t deny it any more. I hate that it took losing you for me to realize it, but I’m in love with you.” 

Wei Wuxian stared at him, his eyes wide, his body still. 

“I don’t expect you to return my feelings,” Lan Zhan continued, valiantly making his way through his terror, “I know I treated you horribly, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. But I love you. I thought that you would be more comfortable without me at orchestra - so I wanted to do that for you.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered, looking at Lan Zhan almost as if he didn’t recognize him. “Lan Zhan, don’t say you’re in love with me.” 

“But I am,” Lan Zhan whispered back, a lump forming in his throat, making it hard for him to speak. “I really am - I’m sorry.” 

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(I’d continue, but it seems a little long for an ask lol! Basically after this, it would probably go similar to the way the story ended. WWX in LWJ’s arm’s :))

#honesty is the best policy #wangxian #the untamed #my fic

[forgeandgredimagines]

Ew, Feelings『Bakugou Katsuki x Reader』

Request: could u write a bakugou x reader based off of the song crush by tessa violet? i feel like it suits him a lot on the inside. maybe like the readers in his class and he just constantly notices her in and outside of classes? and he tries to keep his cool and not blush even when they’re 10 feet away from him but he can’t help it. idk if u take song writing requests but ur writing is rlly nice and i couldn’t help myself :”) (@skinciiq)

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long, I’m so sorry!! I finally finished it tho, thank god for that. I don’t really do song fics but I liked the concept and the song (Crush is such a bop istg) so I wrote this instead. I hope you like it :’) 💕💓

Warnings: Swearing ofc, this is Bakugou after all and I guess OOC Bakugou?? 

“Fuck.”

That was all Bakugou could say when he figured out what was wrong with him. Why he was always so nervous around you. Why his heart always beat so hard when you were near. Why he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, just hard to accept.

He felt weak, he didn’t understand how he felt so goddamn vulnerable around you, how you always managed to fluster him, how your very presence threw him off guard.

How was he supposed to become the number one hero if he couldn’t even keep his own feelings in check?

Why were crushes so complicated?

It didn’t help that these feelings didn’t lessen even when you weren’t around. His mind always wandered back to you, he wanted to know how it would feel to have your hand intertwined with his, his arms wrapped around you…his lips against your own.

The very thought had him go red at once. He turned over to his pillow and muffled his screams of frustration against it as he punched his mattress.

He had to keep it down or he was going to wake up the whole building, he didn’t need his classmates knowing about his predicament or worse you finding out about it.

He would never be able to live it down if anyone found out. He had to suppress it, hide it somehow. Nobody could know.

Bakugou Katsuki was never ever going to let you or anyone else find out about his feelings for you. Never.

Easier said than done.

Bakugou felt the true weight of the saying now more than ever. Hiding his feelings was much harder than he thought. He’s become hyperaware of all the people around him now that he’s realized his true feelings for you, making him jittery and paranoid.

It would probably have been more bearable if you weren’t constantly nearby.

Well, it wasn’t as if you could help it, you two were classmates after all but god, just having you in the same room had Bakugou on edge.

It also didn’t help that he know had, dare he say, friends (though he’d never admit this out loud to them) As much as he called them idiots, he knew they weren’t entirely stupid. He knew that if he didn’t control himself they’d eventually catch on.

This was all so frustrating.

Bakugou was suddenly torn away from his thoughts by the familiar bell that signaled the start of their lunch period. He hadn’t even realized that class was almost over, he spent the whole period ignoring Midnight’s lecture and thinking about you, more specifically how you were affecting his heart.

He felt himself getting annoyed, now this stupid crush was affecting his studies. If he was aiming to be the best he had to maintain his grades. He made a mental note to borrow Kirishima or Sero’s notes later.

He slowly got to packing his things while watching you from the corner of his eye, you were chatting animatedly with Kaminari, Bakugou tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit him.

He wondered whether you liked Kaminari, you two always seemed to be talking and it didn’t seem that far fetched of an idea to him. Kaminari, though can act incredibly stupid sometimes, was warm, funny and sociable, everybody seemed to like being around him, heck he even managed to force Bakugou into an unlikely friendship. He seemed to have everything that Bakugou lacked.

Bakugou found himself thinking about things like this way more often than he’d like. A few days ago, you were helping Iida carry papers to the faculty room and Bakugou found himself feeling bitter towards the class representative for a few days before realizing how ridiculous he was acting.

He knew that he shouldn’t go around resenting and getting pissed off at others for interacting with you. It was stupid and jealousy wasn’t a good color on him.

Besides, it wasn’t as if you two were dating or anything, as much as Bakugou wanted that to happen.

Bakugou never thought he’d find himself in this position, he felt so clueless, he didn’t know what or what not to do. He’d always been smart, he always had a plan ready for whatever hurdles came before him but for the first time in his life, Bakugou was devoid of any ideas or plans.

In the end, he resorted to avoiding you. He couldn’t exactly cut you off 100%, you two were classmates after all so he just didn’t talk to you and he avoided any situations that led to him having to interact with you.

Bakugou didn’t really know how to feel about this, on one hand, he was glad that the chance of embarrassing himself and revealing his true feelings didn’t present itself but on the other, he couldn’t help but long to be close to you.

You two suddenly made eye contact. Bakugou found himself almost dropping his notebook, he tore his eyes from yours as he made a beeline to the exit.

He was hyperaware of your eyes in his, what did you want? Did you find out about his feelings? Bakugou didn’t want to know, right now he had to focus on getting away from you.

He was halfway to the cafeteria when he heard quick footsteps approaching and a voice calling out his name.

He turned to see you jogging towards him, he felt his heartbeat quicken as you slowed down to match the same pace as Bakugou.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asked a bit more harshly than he intended, he was trying to focus on not tripping over his words.

“I wanted to talk about our project.” You said not affected by his aggressiveness, you then listing out ideas about said project before Bakugou cut you off.

“What project? What are you talking about?” Bakugou asked in confusion. You furrowed your eyebrows, you were equally confused as Bakugou now.

“That project Midnight was talking about last week? She made a big deal about it, remember?” You explained, “She just announced who would be partners just earlier in class, were you not paying attention?”

“No, I wasn’t.” Bakugou said through grit teeth, you weren’t saying what he thought you were saying right?

“That’s not like you.” You muttered offhandedly, you didn’t seem to have meant to say that out loud, once you realized you did you decided to act like you never said anything at all “So yeah, we’re partners now.”

Of course you were. Out of all his classmates, it just had to be you to be his partner, the world certainly was cruel.

What was the point of trying to distance himself from you if you two were going to be forced together like this? He couldn’t run away from you this time, from what he could remember this was a big project and failing it would be detrimental to his final grade this year.

He had to prioritize this over his stupid pride.

“When do you want to do the dumb thing?” Bakugou grumbled, he avoided your gaze, he was afraid that you’d notice how red his cheeks were.

“Let’s start working on it this weekend.” You decided after thinking for a few seconds, you two reached the entrance to the cafeteria but before separating to your respective seats you asked “My dorm or yours?”

“Whatever, I don’t care.”

“Mine then. See you.” You waved in farewell and headed to your usual table. Bakugou could feel himself grow more relaxed once you left, his warm cheeks slowly returned to its usual state and the butterflies in his stomach calmed down. God, you were going to be the end of him.

-

Bakugou knew that he swore not to tell anyone about his feelings, nobody at all but he just couldn’t handle it anymore.

After it actually sunk it that he was to spend hours with you, alone together in a tiny room, he was just hit with a wave of anxiety and panic.

He didn’t know what to wear, what to say, what to do! He couldn’t even be in a 10 feet radius away from you without blushing like a total idiot!

“–Okay okay, Bakugou, calm down.”

Kirishima’s soothing voice advised, Bakugou did just that, he had been rambling frustratedly to the redhead without realizing it. It was nice to vent like this, he could see why people loved doing it so much.

“So, you have a crush?’” Kirishima asked a look of mingled shock and amusement etched on his face.

Bakugou grit his teeth “Have you not been fuckin’ listening, Shitty hair?!”

Kirishima laughed loudly, more than used to Bakugou’s temper “It’s just surprising, Baks. I can’t believe you’re in love~” Kirishima said the last sentence in a sing-song voice making the blonde blush even more than he was already. He shoved Kirishima off his bed.

It proved worth it to tell Kirishima about his feelings. Kirishima was much better with people than Bakugou could ever be, he would give advice to the blonde and he was pretty much a pro at calming Bakugou down so that was a plus.

Kirishima would tease but not as much as Kaminari or Sero would, he swore not to tell the others about his crush. Kaminari was a loudmouth and the whole school would know about his crush in less than a day, Sero was the biggest tease ever, he would have teased and poked fun at Bakugou and that would probably lead to the class catching on. Mina, like Kaminari, wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut, plus you two were friends so he definitely couldn’t have her finding out.

After telling Kirishima his feelings and being able to talk about it, Bakugou was able to relax more but as Saturday quickly started approaching his feeling of dread and anxiety came with it.

-

“Why the fuck is it so hard to pick a goddamn outfit?”

“Because you’re overthinking, it doesn’t matter, just wear whatever.” Kirishima said from Bakugou’s bed watching amusedly at the panicked blonde who had been rummaging through his closet for the past hour.

It was Saturday morning, an hour before Bakugou had to go do the project with you.

Bakugou now knew what those protagonists in those rom-coms his dad liked to watch felt. He found himself worrying over every little detail like his hair, his clothes, his everything.

He’s never felt this nervous ever since his UA admission letter arrived, he couldn’t understand how you could affect him like this.

Kirishima finally took pity on the distraught male and rummaged through the closet with him. He found a simple t-shirt and pants and handed it to the blonde.

“Bakugou, remember what I said, just relax! You’ll be fine, just go on up there, do the project and boom, that’s it! It’ll be a piece of cake.

-

“Piece of cake, my ass.” Bakugou grumbled as he stared at your dorm door hesitating to knock. He finally stopped stalling after a few more seconds of heated grumbling and quickly rapped at the door.

The door quickly burst open revealing you, Bakugou felt his heartbeat quicken as usual. You smiled warmly at him which only worsened the hammering of his heart.

You let the blonde in and directed him to the small table on the floor which already had a couple of textbooks and research papers sprawled on it, you seemed to have been getting started with the project already.

Bakugou sat down on the floor and you then sat down on the space beside him making the blonde almost jump in his seat. You were so close, he didn’t really think about this.

“Is something wrong?” You asked noticing his odd expression. He averted his gaze and shook his head. “Nothing, let’s just get this over with.”

The next few hours was probably one of the tensest and stressful moments of his life, well that was an exaggeration but it still felt like it for Bakugou. He was worried he’d say something wrong that he only spoke when absolutely necessary and usually responded with nods and “Mhm“s.

He was also blushing like crazy the whole time too, it was so overwhelming and Bakugou didn’t know how to get rid of his red cheeks so he just covered his face with his hand while he “casually” leaned on the table.

You did most of the talking and seemed to be relatively normal but Bakugou knew something was bugging you. Maybe it was all the times he observed you from afar because Bakugou knew all the little cues and quirks you had, he could see that something was bothering you. He didn’t know how to ask you if something was wrong or if he should even meddle but he did not like seeing you like this.

“What is it?” He asked out of the blue breaking the silence and your focus on the project in front of you. You looked up at him confused and let out a “Huh?”

“Something’s bothering you. You got a problem or somethin’?” Bakugou asked, he didn’t mean to make the last part sound like a threat but it was the best he could do.

You chuckled nervously and fiddled with your pencil “It’s nothing, Bakugou, I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t, it’s obvious as fuck, just spit it out.”

You let out a resigned sigh “Well if you insist,” You fiddled even more with your pencil and bit your lip anxiously. You seemed to be trying to look at anything asides from Bakugou’s eyes. “I was just thinking about what I did…to you.”

Now it was Bakugou’s turn to be confused. He raised an eyebrow and asked “What?”

“Well, I just–I know you don’t like me.” You stammered out, Bakugou raised an eyebrow “You seem to not like people in general but it’s like you hate me the most.”

You had dropped the pencil on the table and instead stared dejectedly at your lap. “You’re normally so loud around the others but when I’m around you’re quiet and you can’t even seem to look at me. You always act weird around me.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Bakugou felt waves of guilt and panic wash over him. He felt horrid for making you think this, was this what he seemed like from the outside around you? He always thought that he was being obvious and that his feelings were as clear as day but he was apparently doing a great job at hiding them, so great in fact that you and probably everyone else thinks he hates you.

“What!? You–you didn’t do anything fucking wrong, are you a dumbass?” Bakugou exclaimed incredulously.

“Really? But then why are you-”

“Because I like you!”

Bakugou felt himself freeze. He fucked up real bad this time.

He didn’t even realize that he was saying what he was saying because of how angry he was, not at you but at himself for all of this.

Your head shot up and he could see a look of equal shock that must have matched his own expression at that moment. It took a few seconds for you two to comprehend what just happened.

Bakugou felt his blood pressure skyrocket and his brain short circuit.

“I-I-I–” He couldn’t manage out even some half-assed excuse in the few seconds of silence after that, you two simply stared at each other like a deer in headlights.

“You…like me? As in like like?” You asked incredulously, disbelief evident on your expression and tone. Bakugou nearly choked on air.

How was he supposed to respond? He couldn’t just go “Yup!” And pretend nothing happened, he also couldn’t deny it because then how would he explain himself.

“I–I–Fuck. It doesn’t matter okay? Just forget about it.” Bakugou hissed, he avoided your eyes and tried his best to hide his blushing. He was humiliated.

He wouldn’t find it surprising if you were completely disgusted and revolted at his feelings for you and he wouldn’t blame you for kicking him out of your dorm but to his surprise, you just started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Bakugou asked, he was already embarrassed enough as it was but now you just had to laugh at him?

“I just think it’s so stupid.” You said in between laughs “That I’ve been panicking over my crush hating my guts for weeks when they actually like me back!”

It took a few more seconds for Bakugou to sink this in.

“Wait, what?”

You stopped laughing, flushed bright red and covered your face with your hands. “I’m trying to say that I like you too.”

Bakugou felt waves of relief wash over him, mixed with a lot of shock and pure joy. He couldn’t help but grin.

His heart was still beating rapidly and his cheeks were still the same shade as tomatoes but this time it didn’t feel all that bad. Maybe crushes weren’t as bad as he thought they were.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha oneshots #bnha imagines #mha oneshots #mha imagines #mha x reader #Kirishima Eijirou #bnha x reader #kaminari denki #Sero Hanta #mina ashido #iida tenya #katsuki x reader #kaminari x reader #kirishima x reader #oneshot #fanfiction #anime

[sasgfs]

ok wait actor/celebrity naruto/sns au i’m posting here bc ion wanna annoy ppl on my other social medias HEKJSJK

umm i have never done this before so just. look away this is literally just a stream of consciousness

- ok so i have in my mind that sakura, ino, naruto and sasuke are all childhood friends? and then they all met the rest of the group in college or sumn idk

- actress! sakura, actor! naruto and then i always imagined ino as like a make-up artist/stylist?? and then our boy sasuke is just vibing doing is own thing bc he hates the spotlight

- this is every celeb au i’ve ever read all in one bc i don’t see a sns ver out there 

- i imagine both naruto and sakura do a bunch of genre’s of movies (like...all actors do bye i can’t think) but anYways they’ve both made it big and made names for themselves

- naruto and sakura have made it p obvious they’re good friends and ino is like lowkey famous on instagram bc of her clothes and make-up and sakura n naruto often make appearances (along w the rest of the group)

- so then naruto’s doing a live?? ig w ino and sakura and he shares an apartment w sasuke ofc and they’ve been together for like,, a long time (also inosaku is a thing bc lesbian rights!!) 

- anyways he’s doing a live and they’re all doing smth stupid idk cooking in the kitchen and making a mess and sasuke comes home and the camera can’t see him but everyone turns to his direction

- ino and sakura are like aha hi we didn’t do anything and naruto is like hi babe 

- and sasuke (off-camera) is like i’m never letting ANY of you into my apartment 

- then naruto’s probably like don’t be like that </3

- MEANWHILE everyone on the live is like????? babe????? whomst???????? 

- the three of them are p open abt their sexualities and inosaku post cute couple pics all the time but naruto has always been v hush hush abt his relationship status (there was no reason really sasuke said he didn’t mind but naruto knows sas is a private person so he purposely said as little as possible) 

- fast forward like,,idk a week and naruto is doing an interview and ofc he’s asked abt the whole babe thing and he’s like yeah i’ve been dating someone for like,,, since college and the interviewer is like pray tell but naruto isn’t saying anything until he can actually talk to sasuke abt it 

- fast forward another couple of weeks and ino is releasing a new collection (i don’t know how stylists work pls dont hurt me) and she’s posted a new model??? (spoiler alert it’s sasuke)

- sasuke always had a good sense of style but his colour pallette is. limited let’s say so ino made him dress more colourful? i wanna say his usual style is alternative so pastel alternative????? like,, cargo pants or ripped jeans leather jacket kind of style except now it’s pastel? um anyways the point is the clothes are out of his comfort zone but he looks good because of course he fucking does 

- the comments ofc freak out everyone’s like hello who are you how do you like your eggs in the morning i love you marry me (so like. me @ sasuke at any given moment)

- ino tagged him in the photo and his account is private but fans notice that both naruto and sakura follow him? (along with other famous™️ people in their group ig) 

- behind the scenes sasuke comes home and is like i have a thousand ppl requesting me make it stop 

- anyways next day ino posts pictures of naruto and plot twist naruto is dressed in all black like,, cargo pants, leather jacket, bicker gloves and everyone is like holy fuck. holy FUCK. 

- side note sasuke wore eyeliner in his pics bc sasuke in eyeliner lives in my mind rent free and naruto probably had some eye look to contrast the black uh moral of the story eyeshadow and eyeliner is as sexy as hell on anyone and everyone

- so instead of being POLITE and letting people RECOVER from naruto and sasuke’s pictures ino posts more pictures of them. together. very close. 

- naruto was nervous abt hate ofc bc people SUCK but when the pictures came out everyone was like HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS THIS HOT???

- ino posts some behind the scenes on her story and we witness sns being an old married couple

- literally a whole minute is just sasuke yelling at him for being an idiot what’s new

- but then there are others in between photos being taken and they’re just... so fucking cute oh my god you’ve got sasuke helping naruto with his jewelry and naruto feeding sasuke hello these two idiots are so in LOVE 

- (you alr know one of the pictures was just them almost kissing you already KNOW)

- everyone online is just freaking out bc not only has our bi king got a boyfriend he is HOT and suddenly the entire fandom has a crush on him (him being sasuke wbk everyone is in love w naruto anyway)

- obviously the next interview naruto does he gets asked about sasuke and he’s just like yeah he’s my boyfriend and he’s amazing and gorgeous and

- then sakura’s like once you get him started on sasuke he’ll never stop 

- and naruto’s like if YOU were dating sasuke you’d talk about him all the time as well

- have i mentioned they’re in love?

- so the interviewer’s like can u tell us more and of course naruto is like YES i can

- all four of them (sakura, ino, naruto and sasuke) have been friends since they were children and sasuke and naruto always had this weird rivalry enemies thing they were best friends

- sasuke was there for all of them but esp naruto always helping him with lines and helping him practice

- i always imagine sasuke to either be into art or smth rlly smart so for this let’s say he majored in some kind of science for college

- so naruto goes on about how amazing sasuke is for like five minutes no joke (w prompts from the interviewer and sakura)

- and all his fans are just so happy bc naruto seemed so happy when talking about him like he was glowing he was so in loveeee

- anyways after u know naruto is our here posting about sasuke 24/7 and even tho sas looks so unapproachable people see how much he loves naruto and visa versa 

- in lives sasuke is always bickering w naruto about anything and everything and it always ends with a kiss on the cheek and a “you’re lucky i love you” :(( 

- suddenly naruto’s feed is just full of sasuke and pictures of them 

- idk how to end this uhh sns are in love <3

#sasunaru #narusasu #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki #headcanon?? #texpost #celebrity au #actor au #what is this bye #an overuse of question marks #oh i have no idea what this is #i just love my boys so much #and i love celebrity aus #and i wanted both #inosaku mention #idiots in love <33 #just 10pm thoughts #ok im gonna shut up now #goodnight stan sasunaru

[sunrisespidey]

ceo!tom

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: ceo!tom falls in love with smoothie-loving intern, y/n

word count: 5.9k im sorry 

a/n: i’m literally never writing shit like this again wtf?? the ending is so rushed and i’m rlly sorry but i got so bored of this i just wanted it out and done with. it was 14 pages on google docs bye 

it’s a different style that i usually write in, but i wanted to branch out so idk let me know what you thought about it?

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP! I WORKED ON THIS FOR LIKE A WEEK

warnings: swearing, long read, and unedited

masterlist ♡

Y/N’s made a mistake.

Or at least, that’s what she thinks, staring up at the daunting skyscraper that towered before her, with the large Holland and Co. sign glinting under the bright glare of the sun. How had she ended up here? Her, a struggling college student, and yet here she was, interning at one of the biggest business firms in England. It really didn’t add up. It’s all been a blur. She remembers getting the phone call, being told to arrive at, and she quotes, “7AM on the dot, tardiness will not be tolerated”, and it’s almost as though she’s reliving high school all over again, only this time around, her future is actually on the line.

Which is probably why she’d dragged herself out of bed at 4 in the morning, and then proceeded to spend an hour pep talking herself in the mirror. Was it too late to back out now?  She figures if she turns back and leaves, she can probably make it back to her apartment in 20 minutes flat, and then she can call in faking an illness or whatnot. After that, she can stay in, snuggled up to her cat, Dusty, and stay curled up in front of her tv with a warm mug of hot cocoa in her hands and an episode of The Office playing quietly in the background. (This, she decides, smiling internally, is her ideal day.) She’s almost ready to give in, leaning back to book it, the idea of leaving almost too enticing. Instead, she finds herself placing one foot in front of the other. Y/N doesn’t even know what motivates her to take that step forward, the step that began to lead her to those terrifying glass doors, but she’s managed to take a second step, then a third, a fourth, and—

A rush of warmth surrounds her, sending a shiver through her body, and she immediately misses the cold outdoor winds that previously nipped at her ears. Y/N doesn’t think she’s ever wanted to venture back out into the cold winter as much as she does at this moment. Her eyes stay trained on the ground, and she dreads the moment she’ll have to inevitably look up, so she doesn’t. Instead, she studies the marble floors (they’re really nice, she should consider investing in something similar, she thinks), until she hears a voice, practically coated with sugar, pipe up.

“Excuse me, Miss?” Her head whips up, swallowing nervously, and she’s greeted by a lady who looks to be in her mid-twenties with a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face (fake, no doubt, but really, who was she to judge?), head tilted in concern. “Are you lost?”

She considers saying no just to turn back around rather than face the fire, but she steels her nerves and sends her an abashed smile. “Yeah, I am. Would you mind helping me?” And Y/N nearly cringes at her attempts to be polite but continues anyways. “I’m an intern, Y/N Y/L/N?”

She isn’t really listening when the receptionist lady answers, and she knows she should’ve, but she listens to the lady drone on, the same smile that didn’t seem to reach her eyes glued to her face, and Y/N wonders what kind of toothpaste she uses to whiten. Somehow, Y/N finds herself being whisked away and up into the elevator, where she finally starts paying attention long enough to meet a kind woman who she remembers is named Nadine and would be her shadow for her time at Holland and Co.

She listens attentively (or at least she tries), as Nadine gives her a tour of the floor, and she can’t help but wish that she brought along a strawberry smoothie. She ends up so lost in thought that she nearly stumbles into Nadine after she stops abruptly, and Y/N peeks around her to see what’s happened. She’s startled when the noise reaches her ears, and she realizes that it’s a grown man backing away slowly from an office, pleading for someone to rethink their decision.

“Please, Mr. Holland, I’ll do better next time, please—” Y/N hears the slam before she sees it, yelping quietly at the shock of it, the noise still reverberating through the office. Her eyes blow wide, mouth gaping. She hopes she never comes in contact with this Mr. Holland.

Y/N finds that the tour ends quickly after that.

-

It’s not that Tom’s a cruel person.

He doesn’t jerk off to the thought of firing employees — he’s most certainly not a masochist — it’s just that he works with absolute morons. So really, what’s he supposed to do when some twat from accounting screws up some simple numbers that cost his company 10,000 pounds? (it’s not like his company can’t afford it, but the thought still makes a scowl form on his face) The only reasonable choice he can make is to fire the man, and it certainly isn’t his fault if the twit stumbles out of his office blubbering about how he’ll do better. And it definitely isn’t his fault if a cute, smoothie-loving intern witnesses the whole thing, because why does it matter if a bloody intern is afraid of him? (at least, that’s what he tries to convince himself)

(spoiler alert: it doesn’t work)

-

It’s day two, and Y/N thinks she’s made some friends.

She’s promised to bring each of them a smoothie (“They’re the light of my life,” she’d said, “can’t live without ‘em.”), which explains why she’s currently juggling four smoothies, one for herself and each of her new friends and, Sarah, Jacqueline, and Mike, while arriving at work at 6:50 in the morning. She’s so focused on carrying the drinks, eyeing each one with a careful precision that she fails to see the man donning a crisp suit (expensive. Gucci, maybe?), and a stern expression on his face, walking in front of her. She doesn’t realize that he’s been eyeing her the entire time, face softened into an unusual smile, rarely seen around the office. And she definitely doesn’t notice when he stops walking — at least, not until it was too late.

It all happens in slow motion to Y/N. She watches, helpless, as the smoothies in her hand tipped, and as Tom Holland, CEO of Holland and Co., turned around to be met with not one, nor two, nor three, but four strawberry smoothies. His mouth gapes, and hers does too, a quiet but sharp “oh fuck,” spilling from her lips. She stands, motionless, for less than a second before she’s sprung in motion, leaping for the nearest towels, endless apologies spewing from her lips.

This is it. Months of effort to even be considered for this position, and she’s fucked it up on the second day.

Y/N waits, eyes closed, preparing for the inevitable blow of being fired, the humiliation she’d face (god knows the entire floor was already staring at them wide-eyed), but to her surprise, it never comes. Instead, the towels are plucked from her hands, and her eyes snap open to be met with the prettiest face she thinks she’s ever come across, amusement flitting through their eyes.

“Don’t do that again, yeah, love?” And he’s gone, strolling away from her stunned form, so casually that Y/N wonders how he can ignore the smoothie dripping off his suit so easily. The rest of the floor stare after him as well, each of them with eyes blown wide and mouths hanging open.

-

Tom has no idea what just happened.

He’s got smoothie dripping from his suit that — mind you — was quite possibly one of his most expensive clothing investments, and he’s not even that angry about it. He isn’t really sure what had happened. He remembers looking over at the intern, Y/N, he remembers (and god, was she adorable), and then suddenly being drenched in a thick, gooey substance that suspiciously smelled like strawberries. Had it been anybody else, Tom’s sure they’d be out of his company faster than they could blink. But there was something about Y/N that captivated him, and he isn’t sure he’d be able to handle firing her over such a trivial mistake (of course, he’s fired employees over less, but he dismisses that thought). So instead, he’d strolled away as casually and as quickly as he possibly could force himself to act, trying to disguise the red blush that would’ve surely risen to his cheeks and turned his ears a bright, piercing red. His heart had pounded in his chest, so loud he wonders if Y/N had heard it, and as soon as he was out of sight, he’d darted into his office and shut the door.

His heart is still pounding in his chest, and he has no idea how some intern he’s never even said more than three sentences to can have such an impact on him. (Tom almost considers turning to Harrison for advice, but he would prefer not to be called a sap for the rest of his life) So, he strips himself of his smoothie-soaked suit jacket and prays to avoid any future interaction with Y/N.

-

Of course, Tom’s wish refused to come true, because the next morning, walking into the building, he bumps into her again.

Well, not literally. He’s strolling leisurely into the warm building, shooting a tight-lipped smile to the receptionist who always seemed to be showing a ridiculous amount of cleavage whenever he came around when he hears his name being called and the sound of approaching footsteps. Turning around, he crosses his fingers desperately, hoping that it was some other employee — preferably one that didn’t make his heart skip a beat at the mere thought of them.

But he’s still met with the sight of Y/N running through the doors of the building, regardless of his desperate wishes. It only takes a few seconds for her to catch up to his still figure, and when she does, she bends over, panting with her hands resting on her knees.

“Holy fu— sorry, language. M’so out of shape,” Y/N heaves, straightening up and wiping at her head, “you’re so fast, wow—” Tom finds himself unable to respond, head dizzy from her presence. He’s pretty sure if she knew he was taking such deep breaths because she smelled so oddly intoxicating, she’d call him a creep and run away and never speak to him ever again. He thinks she smells like vanilla, which is so common that he wonders how she can make it work so well, and—

“Mr. Holland?” Y/N’s hand waves in front of his face, and Tom snaps out of his daydream to muster up a charming smile for her. “Were you listening?”

Tom hums, nodding his head to show he was interested — a common courtesy. She shot him a suspicious glance but returned his smile nonetheless. “Well,” she started, clapping her hands together, “I brought you something — to say sorry for spilling my smoothies on you yesterday.” Tom doesn’t really know what to expect, but as she reaches into her purse, he’s definitely not expecting her to pull out a small pastry wrapped in a Greggs wrapper, neatly folded into a small rectangle.

“It’s a sausage roll,” Y/N explains, pushing it into his hands, “from Greggs. I just love their sausage rolls, and I just passed one as I was pulling into work, so I thought I’d buy you one as an apology.” At this point, he’s working overtime to not consciously drool over the sausage roll in his hands, because he’s sure that Y/N would run for the hills if she saw him so unprofessional.

So, he musters up a polite nod, a smile, and a: “Thank you, love.” And she takes that as her cue to scurry off, with a wave to the receptionist who’s not so inconspicuously scowling at her, and she’s out of Tom’s sight.

He stares after her until she’s completely out of his sight, and when she’s gone, he breathes a sigh of relief.

He’s got an issue on his hands.

---

When Y/N tells her new friends about the traumatic incident that had occurred the previous day, she finds that they’ve taken to staring at her in awe, because holy shit, you’ve spilt four smoothies on the most temperamental CEO in the business and yet you’re still here. (how reassuring. mind the sarcasm.)

“Are you joking?” Mike stares at Y/N, mouth open so wide that Y/N’s curious if his jaw is achy yet. “If that were me, I would’ve been fired quicker than I could’ve said sorry. And he called you ‘love’ too? Man, you’ve got him wrapped around your little pinky finger.” (Y/N’s sure they’re just saying this to make her feel better — after all, it’s not every day you spill four smoothies on a multi-millionaire CEO)

“I bet Mr. Holland’s got the hots for you,” Sarah whispers, turning her head to make sure nobody important is in earshot (because anything can set Mr. Holland off, really), “you could probably bust up all of his cars and he’d smile at you, babe.”

“Yeah,” Jacqueline butts in, and Y/N sends her a frown because this entire time they’d been talking, Jacqueline had been quietly filing papers (or at least that’s what Y/N thought), only to realize she’d actually been listening in the entire time, “Mr. Holland likes you— like, like likes you.”

Y/N snorts, sending Jacqueline an unamused stare. “What is this, middle school? M’sure he’s just being nice, s’all.”

Sarah scoffs, raising her eyebrows disbelievingly. “Yeah, right, and I’m a millionaire,” she jokes sarcastically, glancing at Y/N with a lopsided grin on her face. “Trust me. Mr. Holland is anything but nice.”

But Y/N can’t seem to believe that. Surely, he wasn’t that horrible, right?

-

Days pass and Tom hasn’t seen Y/N in a while, and although he has to admit that popping out a stiffy in the middle of a business proposal at the thought of her isn’t the most enticing, he’s starting to miss her. (of course, the only interaction he’s truly had with her is the disaster that cost him a fortune at the dry cleaners, but he still admires her from afar in the least stalker-y way possible)

Most employees would find it beneficial to have the least contact with Tom as possible. It’s been a bit of a known fact that when called into his office, chances are, they’d be leaving with their belongings in a box. So when Nadine, her supervisor, tells Y/N that he’d like to see her in his office, (and in a very loud tone, at that, so now she’s got the whole office staring after her as she shamefully trudges to Tom’s office) she’s quite terrified. She’d only heard horror stories about what went on in his office, and she’s really come to love the company and crosses her fingers and toes that he isn’t going to terminate her internship. (maybe, Y/N thinks, Tom changed his mind about the smoothie incident. Or even worse, he hated the sausage rolls)

So needless to say, Y/N is just about ready to piss herself pushing open the door to his office, because she remembers what happened on her first day and she has no desire to receive the same treatment. As soon as she sees Tom, sitting in his office chair sorting a few papers, she’s already immediately blurting out a plea.

“If you’re going to fire me, please just make it quick.” Tom’s face twists into one of confusion, and he chuckles. (my god, was she dense.)

“Fire you?” He laughed, placing the papers to the side. “The opposite, actually. When your internship finishes, I was going to offer you a permanent job here at Holland and Co. Unless you don’t want it?” The grin that he offers her is so cheeky that Y/N considers saying no just to wipe the smile off his face for scaring the shit out of her like that, but she isn’t nearly rich or petty enough to refuse such a huge proposal. So instead, she nods eagerly, holding in a squeal that threatens to burst out of her throat, and thanks him profusely. What Tom doesn’t expect is for her to pull him into a tight hug, and he’s floored. (he realizes that he really enjoys her hugs.) When she’s pulled back, her face has contorted into one of embarrassment, and she mumbles an awkward apology before she escorts herself out of the door.

(Tom’s grateful, because maybe then, she wouldn’t have seen the blush that tinted his tan cheeks a rosy red.)

-

Tom has a problem.

He’s found that he’s got a crush on one of his company’s interns, Y/N. A real, massive, red-faced, crush on her. In fact, he’s found himself looking forward to seeing her when he can — even though he only sees her a handful of times in a month — and yet, he feels an oddly joyful twisting in his gut when she directs that brilliant smile of hers towards him. He’s realized that she’s weaseled her way into his heart and life, and truth be told, he really has no problem with it. Even embraces it, at that.

So yes, he’s got a problem.

-

Tom is absolutely fucking exhausted.

He’s just about ready to go home, make himself a cuppa, and crash in his obnoxiously soft bed. He’s sure that the company is empty by now because it’s well over the time they get dismissed, so he stumbles out of his office before closing and locking the door. Tom scans the room a final time, ready to leave, but his eyes catch a dim light left on in the back, and he rolls his eyes to go check, annoyed at whichever wanker decided to leave the lights on before they left. So he’s certainly caught off guard when he comes across Y/N tapping away at her computer, sat in her little cubicle.

“Y/N?” Tom asks cautiously, brows furrowed. He has no idea what she’s still doing here, especially since she was supposed to leave at five and the sky outside has already darkened drastically.

“Holy fucking shit—” she screeches, her arms jerking up to cover her mouth, “oh my God, Mr. Holland, you scared the shit outta me.” He finds it quite adorable that she’s sitting there, eyes wide, a hand placed on her heaving chest.

“What’re you still doing here?” Tom questions, because he hasn’t known a single person who would stay past the time they were supposed to return home, and he wasn’t expecting an intern of all people to do so at all.

“I was gonna leave soon, promise, s’just that I almost had this done, so I just wanted to stay to finish it.” Tom nods thoughtfully, switching his briefcase from his right hand to his left, and beckons her to follow him to the parking garage.

“Well come on then, I’ll walk you to your car.” And although Y/N appreciates the thought, (a foolish one, to be honest, because what university student can afford a bloody car?) she shakes her head.

“Well, I was just planning on walking home, because it’s not too far, y’know, and—“

“No way you’re walking home at — 9 at night!” Tom scoffs, checking his watch. He’s gotten way too attached to her to let her put herself in any sort of danger, so he proposes the only idea he could think of in the spur of the moment— “I’ll drive you home, darling.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, Mr. Holland,” she protests, shaking her head wildly, “besides, I’m sure it’s not even on the route, so—“ He interrupts her yet again, (a repeating occurrence, she realizes) shaking his head.

“Nonsense. Come on, now. The sooner we get you back, the better.” And with that, Y/N watches him turn around, followed by her trailing behind him like some sort of lost puppy.

It’s not long until they arrive in the parking garage, but Y/N sees a stunning Rolls Royce and gushes over it internally. She’s ready to pass it by, wave goodbye at it, (call her dramatic, but it isn’t every day you can admire a sleek red Rolls Royce in person) but instead, they stop in front of it.

Y/N, who experiences an odd sense of deja vu, crashes into his sturdy back in response. Tom raises an eyebrow, amused, and shoots his hand out to steady her. “Thank god you didn’t have any smoothies this time, hm?” Y/N watches as he moves to the driver’s seat, opening the door, but pauses when he catches sight of her frozen figure.

“What’s the matter, love?” He grins, his hand resting lazily on the open door. Y/N stays where she stood, too terrified to even approach the vehicle (because let’s be real, if she fucked anything up, she’d have to sell every single one of her internal organs to pay it back).

“Oh—Oh fuck— sorry, but shit, Mr. Holland, there’s no way you can expect me to get in that car,” she swallows, backing up slightly, “that’s gotta cost more than I would if I sold myself on the black market.”

Tom simply chuckles, and Y/N’s heart sort of bursts at the sound since it’d been her first time hearing the joyous sound. He ducks his head to crawl into the luxurious car with a simple, “Alright, doll, just get in,” and she practically scrambles to the passenger seat. (as reluctant as she was, she wasn’t thrilled to walk the long trek home in the slightest.)

She’s barely halfway inside the car before she’s already cramping herself to occupy a smaller area of space despite the spacious interior. Tom notices at the same time, tilting his head as he watches her cautiously press the seatbelt into its buckle as if she’d shatter the buckle with too much pressure.

“You look like I‘ve just forced you into an airtight box, love.” He mutters casually, placing a hand on the back of her seat to reverse out of the garage, “Loosen up for me, alright? Where am I dropping you off?”

She gives him an address, and he programs it into his phone. “Well, look at that, darling, you’re right on my route home.” (he’s lying, but she really doesn’t need to know that they essentially live on opposing sides of London, because the last thing he wants her to do is to leave and walk home) He can see her exhale a sigh of relief and grin, and that alone is enough for Tom not to feel an ounce of regret about his choice.

-

In hindsight, this was a great idea.

Now, Tom’s not too sure, because she’s got the radio on now, and she’s singing like nobody’s there and it makes Tom’s heart grow three sizes too big. If he’s being honest with himself, he’s starting to fall for her, further than any point of return, and if anyone saw them in that car in that very moment, they’d see him staring at her with the softest gaze anyone had ever seen on the seemingly apathetic CEO in a long time.

It’s when they approach Y/N’s apartment building that something happens. Y/N whispers out a thank you, and she’s almost out of his car, that Tom catches a glimpse of her phone wedged in the cup holders, and he reaches out for her wrist, calling out for her to wait. He doesn’t expect her to unceremoniously tumble back into his car and lap with a squawk from the sudden tug on her wrist.

“S—Sorry!” Tom yelps, a flush crawling up his neck, and it’s then that he realizes how close their faces were. If he were to lean down in the slightest, their lips would meet and— “Your phone! You forgot your phone!”

Y/N never really had the ability to think rationally in unforeseen situations. Which is maybe why she can’t help but lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips, stunning into silence, but it’s not even her fault, truthfully! (it is, but she tries to give herself the benefit of the doubt) She’d never seen him so uncomposed and flustered, and it was honestly the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.

Her eyes blink at her sudden bold attitude, and then she’s scrambling out the car, maneuvering herself in a way that she wouldn’t headbutt Tom, and she’s gone, running into the building with a loud stuttered “sorry!” Tom loses sight of her, still staring after her, dazed, one singular thought running through his head.

Holy fuck.

-

Tom calls Harrison as soon as he gets home. Harrison arrives in ten minutes flat. (“God, you’re such a drama queen. I’m on my way.”)

“C’mon, mate, don’t just stand there and call me a sap, what do I do?” Tom groans, throwing a toy to Tessa who lay on the couch beside his body, staring at him with a peculiarly knowing look, and Tom groans again because even his damn dog knew about his dilemma.

“She probably likes you, you div,” Harrison grins, raising his voice to imitate Y/N. “Mr. Holland is just… so hot! I dream about kissing him every night!”

“Oi, come off it, you dickhead, she doesn’t even sound like that,” Tom mutters, shoving Harrison to the side. “Probably didn’t even mean shit to her, just like, a friendly kiss or summat.” Tom knows it was more than that. If the amorous gazes and gestures were anything to go by, it would be easy to mistake them as head over heels for one other (unfortunately for them, it’s not exactly a mistake to assume they’re goners for each other, because it’s absolutely true).

Harrison shoots him a look. “Yeah, mate, I kiss all my friends too. S’just a normal friend thing, innit? Now c’mon, gimme a nice smooch.” Harrison teases, puckering his lips to make obnoxious smacking noises towards Tom. He’s met with a pillow to the face, and he laughs, throwing his head back. “You’re so whipped, mate.”

Maybe just a little, Tom thinks.

-

The next morning, Tom’s prepared to man up and do something about his hopeless crush on Y/N. He’s got his entire speech planned out, in fact.

He’ll start it off by handing her a muffin. Chocolate chip, to be specific. And then, he’ll woo her with a romantic speech, as follows: “Y/N, I think I’ve liked you ever since you spilled those drinks on me. I’ve been wanting to ask you to dinner for a while now, and the kiss we shared last night was amazing. So, will you go out with me?” (it sounds better in his head, it really does)

But none of that happens, because when he catches her eye, he beelines for her and they both let out a rush of words at once.

“I brought you something—“

“Last night was a mistake—“

Tom stops, mouth drying at her words. “Sorry, what?”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Holland, that was so unprofessional of me to kiss you. We can just forget it ever happened if that’s alright.” And Tom’s mouth snaps shut, his hopeful words dying on his tongue before they could escape. Y/N stood in front of him, wringing her hands, a smoothie by her side. “I brought you a smoothie to apologize — you seemed like a Berry Blast kind of guy. Hope that’s alright.” She hands him the smoothie, unaware of Tom’s internal battle because damn it all to hell, he so desperately wanted that kiss to mean something to her and no, he never wanted to forget about it. He sends her a pained, restrained smile, accepting the smoothie she holds as a peace offering and tries to retreat to his office.

“Wait, Mr. Holland!” Y/N cries out, running to tap his shoulder, “What were you saying? I cut you off earlier.”

Tom carefully hides the chocolate chip muffin behind his back, shaking his head. “It was nothing, you took the words right out of my mouth.” Tom laughs, and yet the sound is so forced it almost makes him wince. Y/N’s smile drops for the slightest moment before it’s up on her face again.

“Oh, alright then!” She smiles, waving her hand towards him, “Have a nice day then!”

Tom decides he most certainly will not.

-

“You guys are such bloody wankers!” Y/N cries as soon as she reaches her cubicle, “Y’said he liked me! And just now, he told me that he wanted to forget about the kiss too. God, I’m so humiliated! I might as well just go on and die from humiliation now—“

“Okay, babe, chill,” Sarah tries, but to no avail.

“—I can see the headlines already! ‘Intern kisses boss, gets rejected and dies.’ Fuckin’ hell—“ Y/N’s mini-rant is cut off by Sarah’s hand coming to clamp over her mouth, muffling any sound, but quickly yanks her hand back at the feeling of Y/N’s tongue licking a stripe across her palm.

“I’m sure everything’ll be fine, no harm done. He’ll forget about it in two days flat, promise.” Sarah reassures her, patting her back awkwardly.

-

“For fuck’s sake, mate,” Tom grumbles, head in his hands, “you said she was into me!” Tom’s in shambles because as far as he knows, he’s just humiliated himself in front of the girl he’s taken a liking to.

Harrison laughs at his distressed state teasingly, tossing a pen in the air and catching it to cease his boredom. “M’sure she was just doing what she thought you’d want — hope you realize you aren’t the most approachable guy.”

“Fuck off, you div,” Tom mutters, tossing a highlighter at Harrison’s head, “I resent that, mate.”

-

The next time Tom interacts with her, it’s not for at least a month. (he needed the time to shake off his humiliation.)

It’s so similar to the previous time that it makes Tom’s heart clench at the memory of her soft lips on his. This time though, it’s because the weather outside was pouring buckets that flooded the streets and soaked everything in contact. So it’s not even a question of ‘maybe’ before Tom’s already insisting on driving her home.

“Love, there’s no way in hell that I’m letting you walk through that rain,” Tom tells her, already pulling on his jacket. “Now c’mon, what kind of boss would I be if I didn’t drive you home?”

Y/N reluctantly agrees, shutting down her computer and picking her purse up from under her desk. “Alright. But you’ve got to promise me that I’m not a bother, Mr. Holland.”

“Never,” Tom promises, placing a hand on her arm to gently guide her to the exit. “D’you want me to pull the car up? I know it’s raining pretty hard out there, don’t want you to get wet or summat.” He picks up on his unintentional innuendo too late, his cheeks and ears flushing a thorough red blush. “Not—not like that, I mean like—”

“No, no, it’s alright, I can survive a little rain.” Tom’s never been more grateful for Y/N ignoring his slip-up, because he’s sure that if she’d acknowledged it, Tom would’ve stayed red for the next century or so. (get it together, he tells himself, she’s just a girl, and you’re not a virgin, you moron,)

The drive to her place is quiet apart from her loud singing, but the real dilemma comes when they pull up to the door.

“For fuck’s sake, I—ugh.” Y/N groans, hand leaving her purse dejectedly. “I’ve locked myself out. Don’t even have a spare key.” Tom’s headgears are already turning before she can finish her sentence. “S’alright, I’ll just call my landlord and sleep with a neighbour or something.”

“Why don’t you come sleep at my house?” Tom offers, and Y/N is quick to refuse, insisting that she’s already a bother, and she wouldn’t force him to deal with her presence any longer. “I already promised you weren’t a bother, darling.”

When Y/N buckles up her seatbelt again, she’s expecting Tom to just continue down the road, but instead he makes a swift u-turn and drives back down the same road the came from.

“Mr. Holland! You told me my apartment was on route to yours — why’ve we turned ‘round?” She gapes, head spinning to look back through the window towards her flat. Tom gives her a cheeky shrug, flicking his windshield wipers to a higher speed as the rain came down harder and obstructed his view of the road.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” he mutters, sending her a smile. “Plus, that’s Tom to you outside of work — Mr. Holland is my dad, love.”

-

Tom doesn’t know how he’s gotten into this position.

He’s got Y/N in his arms, sound asleep, wearing his shirt, sleeping on his bare chest, and his mind is still hazy from the kisses they shared that night. He remembers how they walked into his penthouse, and Y/N had gushed over everything inside, (“holy shit, Mr—Tom, you have a fucking fluffy bath mat? I’ve always wanted one!”) and awed over his dog Tessa, (“ohmigod, you have a bloody dog too? You’re like… the perfect man!” and Tom has to admit that he took this in a different way, because he would love to be Y/N’s perfect man.) Tom had set up his Netflix for her to browse as he prepared them both a warm cuppa, and he’d returned to see Y/N and Tessa cuddled up in a blanket he’d brought for her. The sight tightened his chest, and really, everything from there is a blur.

The main part that he remembers is that they kissed. (and oh, did they kiss)

“You’ve driven me bloody insane, darling,” Tom admitted, pulling her in for a kiss that frazzled her nerves and curled her toes. Y/N’d pulled away, gasping for air, and Tom trailed light kisses down the length of her neck, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist.

“What’re we doing, Tom?” She’d asked between kisses that he’d pressed to her face.

“What I’ve been wanting for a long while, love.”

And here he was, her head heavy on his chest, nose tucked into the crook of his neck, and Tom’s never felt more at peace. Y/N blinks awake, yawning softly and blinking blearily before she readjusts herself, pulling her body to lay on top of his.

“You’re my… my pillow now, m’kay?” She murmurs, reaching up to press a kiss to his jaw.

Tom smiles, tightening his hold on the sleepy girl, humming. He’s pushing her hair back to kiss her forehead, and Tom decides that he’s never been happier.

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Bear Pt 5

“What happened last night?” YN asked weakly, gripping the shirt in her hand. Her mind was racing and the fact that she couldn’t remember anything that happened after leaving the club was giving YN a massive headache.

Brad flashed her a confused look. “What do you mean? Some dude grabbed you at the clu-“

“No, after that. When you took me home. I can’t remember anything after leaving Valda.”

“Damn.” Brad was silent for a moment as he tried to remember the events of the night before. “So...I drove you home and Shawn was waiting outside your front door for us.”

What? How was that possible? YN definitely remembers seeing Shawn walk back towards Alexa as she was leaving the club.

Brad shared these same thoughts. “I don’t know how he got there before us though. I must have driven really slowly or he drove really fast and left right after we did.”

She slowly nodded, urging Brad to continue with the story.

“So I helped walk you inside and was gonna bring you to bed but then Shawn started yelling at me about how you had to do your bedtime routine or something like that and that you’d be upset if you skipped it. So he kinda just...did it for you.”

YN smiled to herself. It was true. She was very particular about her nighttime routine and always had to brush her teeth and had a whole skincare regimen that she liked to do. It was definitely not a simple routine but Shawn had memorized it after countless late nights together and it was bittersweet thinking of the times the two friends used to share...before Alexa.

Her fist clenched around the shirt as she thought of Alexa. O wait the shirt. “How did I wake up in his shirt though? YN blurted out.

Brad started blushing. “Well...we helped you to your room and when we got there you started to take off your dress and-“

YN let out a loud groan and hid her face in Shawn’s shirt.

Brad gave a slight chuckle before patting her on the back. “Don’t worry! Shawn noticed what you were doing right away and took off the shirt he was wearing to cover you up before you completely stripped down.”

She blushed in response, thankful that she didn’t embarrass herself too much. Everything was slowly clicking together now as the events from the night before were coming back to her.

“Wait, where was Alexa?” YN had completely forgotten about her roommate and Brad had yet to mention her once in his recalling.

Brad let out a frustrated sigh at the mention of Alexa’s name. “I don’t know. I think she fell asleep before we got to your place. Didn’t even come out to check on you.”

That bitch. Of course. Alexa didn’t really care about YN. “Well, I think I want to talk to her now.”

Brad dropped YN off in front of her apartment after she insisted that she confront Alexa by herself. She had just pushed in the door when she heard her roommate get off the phone with someone. “Yeah, see ya soon.”

Upon hearing the door open, Alexa peeked out of her room and saw YN. Smearing a dazzling smile over her face, she came up to hug YN. “Sweetie, I heard about what happened at the bar last night. That must’ve been so scary!” Alexa’s voice sounded sincere but YN could detect the sarcasm.

YN kept her arms at her side, not returning the hug. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she muttered coldly.

Alexa took a step back, shooting YN a weird look. “What?”

YN took a deep breath before responding. She wanted to stay cool. She was not about to lose her temper over someone as pathetic and manipulative as Alexa. “Cut the shit Alexa. I know about what you did to those other girls. I know that you lied to Shawn. I know that you’re trying to ruin my friendship with him. I-“

“I don’t know what you are talking about YN.” Alexa said nonchalantly as she looked at her manicured fingers.

YN was disgusted. Alexa did not seem bothered by her actions at all.

“I heard you on the phone this morning. What happens if I tell Shawn that you’ve been lying to him all this time? About yourself? About me?”

Alexa laughed. “Honey, I have no idea what you are talking about but even if I did, what makes you so sure Shawn would believe you? I just got off the phone with him. I know he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“And that’s YOUR fault!” YN yelled. She was having a hard time staying calm and in control. “You lied to him about me! You never invited me out! You told him I didn’t want to see him anymore!”

Her roommate scoffed. “Oh please that’s on you. If you two really cared about each other, what I said wouldn’t have gotten in the way of your friendship.”

YN was speechless because Alexa was somewhat correct. If Shawn had truly cared about her, he wouldn’t have let her slip away that easily. He would’ve tried to talk to her and work things out. And she should’ve done the same too. Instead, they’d just resorted to ignoring each other. But how dare Alexa try to pin the blame on her. “I care more about him than you ever will! At least my relationship with him was real. Yours was just built on lies!”

Alexa raised an eyebrow at YN. “Relationship? Honey, I’m the one he’s dating. The one he sleeps with. The one he loves. You’re just his childhood friend. You’re acting as if he’s more than a friend to you.” she chuckled.

YN stayed silent, eyes glaring at Alexa.

“O my gosh. You like him? You ACTUALLY like him? You’re such a sad piece of -“

“SO WHAT ? So what? Does that make you happier?” YN screamed. All she could see was red and the words were spilling out of her mouth. “Yeah I like your boyfriend. I bet that makes you so feel so great about yourself.”

YN quickly turned around. She had been holding back her tears but that wasn’t happening anymore. Her eyes were watering and she didn’t want Alexa to see how much of a toll this conversation was having on her.

“I need to get far far away from you. If it isn’t clear enough, I’ll be moving out. I’ll come back for my stuff.” YN blurted out before swinging the door open.

She stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as she stared back into the eyes of Shawn Mendes. He was standing right there. Right outside the door. He’d probably just heard what she said. That she liked him.

They just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes. YN opened her mouth to say something but her throat went dry. Shawn knew. There was no doubt about it.

She quickly ducked her head out of embarrassment and ran away. She’d just made it to the end of her street when she heard Shawn’s voice call out her name.

“YN! Wait up!”

She turned around to see Shawn jogging up towards her. She was really hoping that he wouldn’t try to talk to her. She didn’t want his pity.

“You heard what I told Alexa right?” YN asked him as she stared at her feet.

“I mean yeah. But why are you dating Brad?“

YN let out a frustrated sigh. How was he not getting it yet? “I’m NOT dating Brad. He has a girlfriend. We’re just friends. I like YOU, Shawn.”

Shawn just stood there, eyes widening again. His mouth opened to say something but he was cut off by YN

“Save it.” she said bitterly. “I know what you’re going to say. It’s fine. You don’t like me back. I’ve known that for the past 8 years. Let’s just not talk about this any-“

YN was suddenly being pulled into a big hug by Shawn. It was one of those tight, warm hugs that always made YN feel so loved and YN fell into it, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing tightly.

“I like you too Honey.”

YN couldn’t help but let out a gasp and Shawn chuckled.

“But...but Alexa. You and her are dating.” YN stuttered.

“We WERE dating. I just ended it. Already was planning on doing that.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just not getting this. What?” YN let out an exasperated sigh. This day was way too much for her.

Shawn laughed and YN smiled to herself. She missed being the reason he was laughing. “Yeah. I didn’t like Alexa as much as I thought I did. She just seemed so much like you and I didn’t realize that’s probably the reason I liked her. Because she reminded me of you.” he blushed. “But last night, seeing you with Brad...I don’t know I’ve never been so sad and mad and-“

“Aw, were you jealous?” YN teased.

Shawn broke the hug and frowned as he looked down at her. “I mean...you guys do know that you touch each other a little too much to be friendly.”

“We’re just friendly like that!” YN reassured, pulling him back into the hug.

“Well I don’t want you doing that anymore. Not if we’re dating.”

Dating. YN started to blush and Shawn quickly realized what he said.

“Sorry. I just thought...I mean...if you don’t want to date that’s cool too. We can just stay friends or something.” He scratched the back of his neck and looked up at the sky, trying to hide his embarrassment.

YN reached up and placed a hand at the back of his head, guiding his gaze back to her. “I do want to date you Shawn” she smiled. “But you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do with Brad.”

Shawn had on one of his goofy grins that marked that he was really, truly happy. The ones that made it seem as if his face was just radiating. The ones that made YN’s heart skip a beat.

“Okay...one condition though.” YN raised an eyebrow at him. “You can’t call Brad ‘Bear’ anymore.”

She laughed and hugged him even tighter. Her head was up against his chest and she could hear his heartbeat racing. “I never called him Bear yknow. You’re the only one.”

Shawn let out a contented sigh. “Good...because you’re the only one I call Honey. I never called Alexa that.” He paused a bit. “I really like you Honey.”

“I really like you too Bear.”

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Things Left Unsaid

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Cassian Andor x Reader, Gender Neutral, Lots of fluff and angst

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           There was an unspoken understanding between you and Cassian.

           You loved each other.  You knew it. He knew it. But neither of you said or did anything about it. 

          You had known each other since you were children, having been brought to the rebellion around the same time.  You trained together, fought together, and killed together. You had taken a blaster for him more than once and he had done the same for you. You trusted him more than anybody else in the galaxy and you were sure he felt the same, but there was still a wall between you.  One you had built yourself.  

           You had lost your family and over the years of fighting had lost more friends than at times you could even remember.  Somehow it felt if you didn’t say the words, if you never acted on your feeling you were keeping him safe.  If you didn’t take that extra step, the universe wouldn’t conspire to take him away from you.  So, you stayed silent.  

           You didn’t know how Cassian felt about it.  At times, you would catch him watching you before quickly looking away. You could feel the love in them, but also the sadness.  A part of you knew you were hurting him, but it was for the best.

           There was no time for that sort of thing.  The Empire’s tyranny and corruption only grew with each passing day. That was the only thing that really mattered.  

          Or so you kept telling yourself as blaster fire ricocheted off the deflector shields of your ship.  

          You kept your hands tight on the controls, trying your best to ignore the blood dripping from your hairline and down your face.

          You had been sent out on a mission to retrieve information from a seemingly reliable informant.  It turned out to be a trap.  You only just managed to escape with a busted head and a rusted cruiser with the empire right on your tail.  You just needed to last long enough for the computer to make the calculations to jump.

          Another blaster shot rocked the outside of the ship, almost knocking you out of your seat.  You heard the sickening sound of tearing metal and the warning beeps from the consul telling you lost the deflector shield.  

          In desperation, you dove into a sharp dive, hoping it would throw off the Tie-fighters pursuing you, but no such luck.  The ship you stole didn’t have much maneuverability and it didn’t take them long to correct their course.

          A different beep came from the consul, causing you to smile for the first time that day. You reached out punching the ship into hyperspace just as a bolt of green shot your wing.  The combined jolt from hyperspace and the blast threw your forward knocking you headfirst into the dashboard.  The last thing you saw was a stretch of star lines, and then nothing.

          A dull steady ache throbbing in your skull was what finally woke you up. You prided yourself on having a high tolerance for pain, but over the years you had discovered there was something about a headache that at times seemed so much worse than a blaster shot.

          You tried your best to ignore it, gritting your teeth as you opened your eyes and blinked away the light.

          You were in a medical ward, that much was certain. You weren’t restrained so you defiantly hadn’t been captured. A quick glance at the state of the room and the equipment told you the rest, bringing a small smile to your face.  You had made it home.

          It was then you noticed a slight dip in the mattress at your side.  You turned your head, to see Cassian fast asleep in a chair right beside your bed. His body was slumped over the mattress with his head resting on his arms. You knew you shouldn’t had been surprised seeing him, but you couldn’t help your heart from aching at the sight.

          Slowly, you reached out your hand, stroking his hair lightly through your fingers.

          He looked a mess.  Even asleep, you could still see the bags under his eyes and the stress marking his features.  His clothes were so wrinkled and ragged and you wondered just how long he had been there this time.

          He started to stir.

          You pulled your hand away, cursing yourself for disturbing him.  He probably hadn’t slept properly since you were brought in.

           He groaned slightly, as he shook his head, trying to get his bearings.  With effort, he turned his gaze toward you finally catching your eyes. He jerked up then, his whole body coming suddenly to life.

          “Y/N,” he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.  “Are you alright?”

          “Nothing missing,” you said, with a reassuring smile. “Slight headache though.”

          Apparently, he didn’t think it was very funny, as his face grew extremely serious.

          “I can get the medical droid if you need it.”

          You have a firm shake of the head.

          “I’m fine Cass,” you said.

          He took a moment to look you over, checking to see if you were lying about the pain, but he couldn’t find anything.  Relief finally took over his features as his shoulders relaxed.

          “What happened?” he asked.

           “It was a trap,” you said simply.  “Bucketheads had me made as soon as I hit the planet.”

          His eyes widened, looking you up and down as if suddenly in awe of you being there at all.

          “How did you get out?”

          “Luck,” you shrugged.  “I was able to get the jump on one of them and find a transport, just so happened the first one I found had light speed capabilities. You probably gathered from the ship I had a little trouble getting out of the system. What happened after I was knocked out?”

          He didn’t answer right away.  He turned his gaze downward, before taking your hand gently in his.

          “You came out of hyperspace with a ship practically torn in half and weren’t responding to communications.  We got a squad up there as soon as we could, and found you bleeding out in the pilot seat.”

          His grip on your hand suddenly tightened, not unpleasantly so, but just enough to assure him you were still with him.

          “That was about a week ago,” he said softly.

          Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at him.

“What?”

          “You had substantial blood loss and multiple concussions,” he continued, his voice growing tight. “They kept saying how they weren’t sure when you were going to wake up.”

          He looked to you then.  All the fear, and worry evident in his eyes.  Maybe he was too tired to hide it or something else in him had finally snapped. Either way, it was the most vulnerable you had seen him since you were children.  

          “You can’t do that again,” he said sternly.  “Do you understand? Never again.”

          You kept you gaze steady.  You wanted desperately to tell him what he wanted to hear, but you couldn’t do it.  Slowly, you shook your head.

          “I can’t promise that.”

          “Why not?”

          “If I asked you to stop, would you do it?”

          Cassian opened his mouth to counter, but nothing came out.  His shoulder’s slumped and he let out a small sigh of defeat.  He couldn’t give up on the rebellion even if it killed him.  You both knew it.

          He looked back down at the bed, taking a great interest in your entwined hands.

          “I can’t lose you too,” he said quietly.

          You gave him a soft smile, as you gently squeezed his hand.

          “Neither can I,” you said.

          He sighed, bringing you hand to his lips and placed at soft kiss on the top.

          “I love you,” he said.

          You had heard this before. It was a simple “I love you”.  The kind to assure the other that you will be there for them and miss them when they’re gone. It wasn’t the kind you felt deep in your heart, but it was appreciated all the same.

          “I know,” you said with a soft smile.

          “That’s not how I meant it.”

          You felt your heart stop in your chest as he looked back up at you.  

          He did mean it.  You didn’t know why he chose then of all times to say it, but it was out there now and you couldn’t think of what to do.

          “You don’t have to say it back right now,” he said. “I hope, someday you can.  I don’t mind waiting.  I just needed you to know.”

          You didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the headache. Maybe it was simply because he said it first, but you felt everything you had buried suddenly bubble to the surface until you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

          “I love you too,” you said.

          It slipped past your lips as easily as breathing.

          “More than anything really.”

          Cassian stared at you in stunned silence, then, slowly, a smile started to spread across his face.

          He reached out it hand, cupping your cheek carefully as if he was afraid he’d break you. He leaned down, finally pressing his lips against yours. You gave into the feeling. Your eyes fell closed on their own as you kissed him back.  You poured everything into the kiss, trying to communicate without words just how much he meant to you as you felt just how much you meant to him.

          He pulled away first, keeping his face close to yours as each of you caught your breath.

          You opened your eyes to see his staring back at you.  You didn’t fight the urge to sink deep into them.  You had never felt more complete as you did in that moment.  You wanted it to last, but soon the fear started to creep back into your heart.

          “I’m scared Cass,” you said, your voice sounding as small as you felt.

          He stayed silent for a moment as he gently rubbed his thumb against your cheek. He then pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.

          “I am too,” he said, “but we’ll face it together.”

          He said it so certainly you couldn’t help but believe him.  A small smile spread across your face. You trusted him. You loved him, and that was all that mattered.

          “Okay.”

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[kuan1in]

Kang Daniel // Highschool!AU

kang daniel: the school’s treasured, handsome football quarterback

literally has a group of girls that sit at the front row of the bleachers for every one of his games… it’s wild

he’s quite popular among students, teachers, janitors, etc…

honestly people who don’t know him very well get the impression that he’s just a jock that get what he wants because he’s the star player but those people are immediately proven wrong by everyone else

everyone and their mother agrees that daniel is one of the most genuine and kindhearted people in the school

honestly he’s just a silly guy who spaces out a lot and talks to himself in class abt what he’s going to get for lunch

he’s always finding something to laugh about, whether it be seongwoo’s usual antics or jisung’s never ending list of things to complain about

all in all, he’s a pretty simple guy with simple tastes… but there’s one thing that only his closest friends know about

daniel loves cats. (i bet you saw that coming.)

most of the guys on the football team know he owns two cats but it’s only his friends that know the sheer amount of LOVE he has for them

daniel’s not exactly afraid to tell anyone about it, it’s just that no one asks so he doesn’t really bother (even if he really wants to tell the story of how he had to climb up a tree last week because peter got too excited while chasing birds)

obviously you know who daniel is… he’s the topic of every conversation at school after a game the night before

you never really interacted with him because, to put it simply, you had no reason to

none of your schedules aligned and you never saw him in the halls so honestly? it seemed like he was just a myth to you. an entity that existed only by word of mouth

you weren’t exactly someone who was into sports… although you had to admit football games sounded fun, you would just rather spend time in the warmth of your own home, not on some cold metal bleachers in the chilly season of fall

that, and you were the president of a club that didn’t seem to be very popular with the student body… animal welfare club

no matter how many posters you made, how many announcements you submitted to be said on the intercom, how many classmates you’ve tried to recruit, nothing changed the dwindling members of your club

really, they weren’t even active members… they were just kids trying to join a club to place on their college applications and pretend they actually did something while in high school

however you’ve refused to give up… you just wanted people to be as passionate as you were when it came to the protection of animals

moving the storyline along, there’s this one day when football practice is cancelled because the sprinkler system messed up and turned on during lunch. as a result, the grass didn’t have enough time to dry and was too dangerous to play on

daniel doesn’t really know what to do seeing as seongwoo is his ride home, but he was currently occupied with cross country practice

he’s wandering the halls, wondering what he was going to do until seongwoo was done when he happens to stop in front of a poster for animal welfare club

daniel never really pays attention to the flyers and stuff due to constantly being surrounded by people, but now that he’s alone, the cute little clip art of a cat caught his eye

he skims over the flyer and realizes that a meeting was actually going on at that point in time, and with time to kill, he heads over to the classroom

meanwhile, you’re setting up a powerpoint with the other members apathetically skimming through their phones, just wanting to get things over with

you’re having some trouble so you look up to ask someone to help you with the tech, but your eyes widen when you see a really tall,,,,,,,,, really cute guy,,,,, poke his head into the classroom

he looks over the class quickly and makes eye contact with you and to be quite honest, you were positive your soul left your body

he then SPEAKS and you almost fall just from hearing how deep this guy’s voice is

“is this… the animal welfare club? i hope i’m not too late…”

everyone’s attention immediately goes to the door and they’re staring in disbelief n talking under their breath like……. oh my god is that kang daniel in the FLESH

and when you realize who it is, you almost had a heart attack bc he’s????? real????? kang daniel is handsome and real?? and he’s at your club meeting????

daniel takes everyone’s silence as a yes and makes his way into the room, where he literally sits at the front, center desk. right in front of you

you get super flustered because oh my god why is he so close why did he choose that seat of all seats this is practically an empty classroom and he chose THIS ONE

and in the midst of you freaking out in your head, one of the members in the back of the class lets out an irritable grunt

“can you hurry up? we all have places to be.”

this happens a lot and you’ve just learned to keep your mouth shut and let them complain but this time…. someone speaks up for you

daniel turns around in his seat and says “they’re trying their best. you shouldn’t rush them when they’re practically running this club on their own.”

and his tone isn’t menacing at all but it still manages to strike fear into that one kid and shut them up immediately

and when you finally get the powerpoint to work, you look up to see daniel smiling and giving you his full attention while everyone else is just on their phones

you basically give the weekly presentation to daniel (who actually asks you questions and nods along) and the second you end the meeting, everyone but him is out the door.

even when you’ve finished shutting down the projector and putting back all the tech, you see daniel still sitting in the same seat just scrolling on his phone

you’re unsure of what to do seeing as you just lock the door and leave most of the time, but you were still grateful that he spoke up for you earlier…

so you muster all of your courage to gently tap him on the shoulder and when he looks at you, you almost want to turn around and RUN bc…….. he’s so handsome up close hnsjsksbdj

“i just wanted to say thank you for earlier… you didn’t have to say anything, really, but i still want to express my gratitude”

and then he gives you this grin that almost makes your heart jump out of your cheST and says “it’s no problem! i’m glad i decided to come here… i think i’m going to come back more often”

and you rlly cant believe that star quarterback kang daniel.. wants to join your club

there’s like.. this awkward silence bc you’re still in disbelief about the turn of events when he suddenly asks “oh, am i keeping you behind? i was waiting for my friend to get out of practice but if you need to leave i understand –”

and you honestly aren’t rly in a rush to leave.. so you’re like “oh it’s fine!! i can stay here and do some homework while you wait”

and daniel is at first insistent that he’s keeping you back and he keeps making attempts to leave but you’d feel bad to just shoo him out so you essentially force him to stay by just plopping yourself in a desk and taking out all your work

daniel stares at you for a second before bursting into laughter simply bc of how stubborn you are abt having him stay… and you can’t help but laugh either bc of how ridiculous the situation is

in the end daniel takes a seat beside you and the next thing you know, all your work is forgotten and you’re talking abt whatever happens to come to mind..

at some point you ask him if he has any pets and you see his whole face light up like an excited child while he tells you about his cats peter and rooney and it’s so cute you that you need a moment –

and you guys end up talking for so long that daniel gets a call from seongwoo asking where he is… and that he’s been waiting in the parking lot for half an hour

daniel sheepishly apologizes to seongwoo and tells you that he needs to go… you think he’d just say bye and leave but this boy actually helps you pack up your stuff and lock up the class and you’d be LYING if you said your heart wasn’t beating so fast…

you end up walking to the school parking lot with him and he asks for your number and you’re like ??????¿??????¿¿?

with fumbling hands you manage to put your number in his phone and once he leaves you’re still staring at the text he sent you to make sure it was the right number like… you can’t believe you met the faceless entity kang daniel, got him to join your club, AND got his number all in one day???

that night you’re just lying in bed with the message from daniel still open… and part of you wants to ask him how he’s doing or if he ate yet… and you don’t know why you keep on thinking about him but realistically, you eventually conclude that that he only did it to be nice… there was no point in texting him or whatever. so you just close the message and go to sleep

a week goes by and daniel never messages you.. you knew it was bound to happen bc he’s a busy guy but wow.. reality hurt.

you think he’s just joking when he says he’s going to come back to your club meetings… like you weren’t dense, you knew football practice always occurred during the club meetings

but alas… it’s the next week’s club meeting and you’re setting up the powerpoint when a familiar figure sits himself down in the front center seat. it’s daniel.

at this point you don’t know what to do, so you just ignore him and start the meeting, only acknowledging him to answer whatever questions he had to ask

as usual, everyone is out the door the second you end the meeting but daniel sticks around again… you’re purposely putting things away really slowly in hopes of him leaving but alas… when you’re done he’s still in the same seat, on his phone

he notices you’re done and looks at you with a smile n is like “hey, you never texted me?”

and you just ???????? he was???? expecting a text from you???

and he continues like “i seriously thought i had the wrong number or something… but you’re probably busy so i understand if that’s why!”

and you’re like “HJFKSHJ NO No it’s not that… i just thought that maybe you were busy and i didn’t want to bother you”

daniel lets out this cute chuckle and he’s like “i’m never too busy to have a conversation!!”

and you let out this breath that you didn’t notice you were holding and then you realize… “don’t you have football practice?”

daniel shrugs n is like “yeah but i told coach i had a club meeting n he let me go… i have to be back for the rest of practice tho”

and you’re like “!!!! what are you doing still here then?? go to practice!!!”

he gives you this small frown and is like “but i don’t want to leave you to lock up alone…”

and you nearly dIE BECAUSE????? HFSJHJFSHJHJFKW????????? WHY IS HE SO THOUGHTFUL AND CUTE????????

and it’s because of that interaction that you find yourself laying in bed once again.. staring at his contact name…… and finally mustering the courage to send him a quick message asking if he’s eaten yet

and to your surprise, he replies almost IMMEDIATELY and the next thing you know it’s 3 am and neither of you want to go to sleep

eventually it’s daniel who falls asleep on you but it doesn’t change the fact that you have butterflies in your stomach and you’ve acknowledged that hey… you might actually really like daniel

even if you never see each other during school hours, he’s literally always texting you (even during class, which results in you telling him to focus LMAO). and of course you still see each other at club meetings and he always takes the time to help you lock up.. even if you don’t know that his coach actually yells at him for coming in late

and one day you get a text from daniel telling you that he won’t be able to make it to the club meeting bc of a really important practice for the last game of the season

and you reply like “oh no i understand! good luck at the game!!”

and daniel is like “actually… i was wondering if you wanted to come? i can get you a ticket for free and everything”

and the game is on a friday night and you have nothing better to do… so why not? you accept his offer and he says he’ll give you the ticket the day of

it’s friday and you’re sitting with your friends at lunch when you feel someone tap you on your shoulder and it’s daniel with seongwoo and jisung

he hands you the ticket with a smile on his face and he’s like “i’ll see you there?”

and you return his smile and nod.. you then turn around to continue your lunch but like your friends are literally staring at you like omg…………………. kang daniel rlly just gave u a ticket to the game?? HE WANTS TO SEE U THERE?? OMG DOES HE LIKE YOU?????

and you feel yourself blushing at the possibility but you profusely shake your head like “as if he’d like me…”

your friends are like sure lmao okay whatever and they drop the topic but you can’t stop thinking about it like? does daniel really like you?

and the game rolls around and you’re on the bleachers still stressing over the idea that daniel could like you.. but also he can’t bc he’s daniel.

like he’s nice to you? but he’s also nice to everyone… and he probably has multiple people he’s texting like?? you’re only thinking realistically… and realistically it’s not going to happen

you look over at the crowd of girls cheering for him and you feel your heart drop a little bc at the end of the day… you’re probably just like one of them to him.

you decide to just forget about whatever feelings you have about him and focus on the game.. and turns out football games are just as fun as you thought. you find yourself shouting school chants with everyone around you and cheering for the various players like.. wow? why haven’t you gone to a football game before

and when the game is over and your school wins, everyone’s celebrating and cheering and your jumping out of your seat in excitement and before u realize it.. you’re cheering for daniel

and he’s celebrating with his friends on the field but somehow? he looks up at the bleachers to see you and he possibly the BIGGEST smile on face.. he runs up to the wire fence that separates the bleachers and the field and he’s calling you down

at first you don’t realize it’s you but you notice he’s ignoring all the girls sitting at the front row showering him with compliments.. his eyes are only on you and he’s repeatedly shouting your name and telling you to come down

in the moment of excitement, you completely forget about what you were thinking about earlier and you run up to the fence and you’re telling him good job and how well he did

and he’s just grinning and nodding along at you while you continue to go on and on about how cool he looked on the field

when you finally finish talking you realize that his gaze has been switching from your eyes to your lips

and before you know it… he’s kissing you through one of the gaps in the wire fence. it’s messy n he probably tastes like gatorade but it completely takes you by surprise

and you tense bc you can feel people staring at you and daniel seems to notice this so he pulls away.. he’s looking at your face trying to read your expression but it’s unreadable

and you want to say something so badly but you’re starting to hear those girls from earlier whisper things and daniel’s smile from earlier is completely gone n has been replaced with confusion

daniel opens his mouth to speak but all you can manage is an “i’m sorry” before you just… run away

daniel’s calling your name for you to come back but you ignore him and you just leave

you don’t know this but daniel’s standing there completely unsure of what to do… and probably for the first time in his life… daniel isn’t smiling and he doesn’t have anything to laugh about

you’re at home and you’re curled up in your sheets and you honestly don’t think you can ever face daniel ever again… like he probably only kissed you in the heat of the moment it was probably an accident or smth

you end up deleting all your past conversations with him and cancelling club meetings for the next two weeks just so you don’t have to see him again

little do you know daniel is DEVASTATED and he thinks everything is his fault

he’s constantly telling seongwoo and jisung that he scared you off and that he shouldn’t have kissed you and that you probably hate him now

jisung is like “daniel it’s not your fault… i’m sure it just took them by surprise” while seongwoo on the side is like “WHO ARE THEY ANYWAYS?? THEY’RE MISSING OUT YOU DON’T NEED THEM!!”

seongwoo and jisung are doing everything to try and cheer up daniel again but.. nothing is working. not even cute cat videos work

daniel’s now spacing out in class more often… and to everyone’s shock he’s even ditching practice and just sitting in the student parking lot waiting for seongwoo to finish practice and take him hime

it’s been a month since you’ve last seen daniel… and you think you’ve put aside your club for too long. if you were going to see him then you might as well suck it up

so the next weekly meeting come and you’re setting up your powerpoint and… daniel doesn’t come

you don’t know why part of you is disappointed but you just push those thoughts aside and start the meeting

once it’s over and everyone’s gone, you can’t help but realize how lonely it is without him there… like you’ve been doing it alone months before but now? it’s just so…. lonely

just as you shut the classroom door behind you, you see a tall figure approaching you from the other end of the hall.. but it’s not daniel. it’s seongwoo

he doesn’t seem to have a pleasant expression on his face and you think he’s just going to walk past you but he stops in front of you and is like “daniel’s in the student parking lot. he’s not acting like himself, so go talk some sense into him.”

and you’re just like “but why do i need to do it?? it’s not like i mean anything to him.”

and seongwoo would’ve smacked you upside the head if it wasn’t for the fact that daniel was smitten with you n he’s like “are you dense??? the guy likes you so much and you’re just out here breaking his HEART!!!”

seongwoo lets out this huff of frustration and just leaves you standing in the hall dumbfounded like… he rly… he rly does like you??

and your feet end up taking you to the student parking lot against your will and like seongwoo said, he’s just sitting on one of the parking blocks beside seongwoo’s car

the voice in your head is telling you to just turn around and leave but… you find yourself stepping over the parking block and sitting next to him

daniel doesn’t really say anything and he kind of just… ignores you to the best of his ability until you finally say something

“i’m sorry i ran away from you.”

but he just says “if you hate me you can leave. i get it.”

but the thing is he doesn’t sound hostile at all.. he just sounds hurt

“but.. i don’t hate you, daniel.”

and hearing you say his name, he finally looks at you and is like “then why did you run?”

and you just let out this sigh and you say “it’s because… you’re daniel.”

and he’s just sitting there like ???? what’s that supposed to mean

and youre like “idk you’re rly cool and popular and everyone at school likes you.. meanwhile i’m just a forgettable person who runs a failing club”

daniel sits there in disbelief like “listen…. if you were forgettable… i wouldn’t have spent the past few months spending as much time with you as i can after meetings. i wouldn’t be sitting around waiting for you to text me and immediately replying when you do. and i wouldn’t be constantly thinking about how you’re doing… also i wouldn’t have begged seongwoo for his game ticket to give to you.”

“so… does that mean you like me?”

and daniel finally cracks a smile that makes your heart melt and is like “was it not obvious before?”

and you smile at him back and this time you’re the one who kisses him.. and neither of u run away :’)

also seongwoo scares the two of you by turning on his car alarm. thanks seongwoo.

now that you’re dating daniel… word gets out QUICK

the football team is like “god he FINALLY got a significant other… he finally put those muscles to use…”

jokes on them. u love him for his big goofy grin and his cute laugh and his cute face and his cute love for cats!!! the muscles are only an added bonus!!!!

jisung is constantly cooing over you two like “ah… young love rly is the most beautiful thing to exist…”

seongwoo was a bit hesitant at first bc of what happened before, but he soon gets over it and is constantly complaining abt how you stole his soulmate from him… his bromate.

daniel still spaces out in class but now he’s just talking out loud like “i wonder what class they’re in rn… i hope they’re having a good time…. maybe i’ll buy them lunch today..!”

and the students around him are trying to focus but they gotta admit… it’s kinda cute :’)

daniel goes out of his way to find you during school and walk you to your next class, even if his class is on the other side of the building. he’s also v insistent on carrying all your books for you

there was this one time after you closed up the club classroom and you just made a small remark like “i’m kinda tired”

daniel straight up said “ok. get on my back”

“what”

“get on my back i’ll carry you to the parking lot and ask seongwoo to take you home.”

“daniel i was just saying –”

“get on my back”

also………… he gave you his football jersey n you wear it as pajamas

you guys facetime before bed and he noticed you were wearing it and he almost LOST IT

told you to send him a selfie in it and now its his home screen dhsvdhdbfhfu

he’s always super sleepy and you tell him to sleep earlier but he refuses like.. 1) he wants to talk to you and 2) he has no other time to read his comic books….

ends up falling asleep with a comic book in his hands while facetime is still on. u learned that he talks in his sleep… and one time u heard him say he loves you and you almost died

also did i mention dates to the animal shelter to volunteer and take care of the cats?

anyways… daniel refuses to say it out loud bc its embarrassing but he finally has something he loves more than cats… and it’s you

#wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 imagines #daniel scenarios #daniel imagines #wanna one #kang daniel #produce 101

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Engraved pt. 22

Masterpost <– Engraved 21 | Sheltered 4 -> | Engraved 23 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 3534 Notes for Update: 40 Warnings: Bombs, bondage (not the kinky type), threatening, manipualtion, dark hints, sedatives Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: Anothter super short and boring part, i'm rlly so sorry guys. But yeah idk this is happening...I hope you still enjoy it!

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Your pov

You stood there, unmoving, unbreathing, nothing came from you. It was like your body had completely frozen. He moved, stepping forward. You wanted to move away, to run, to bolt, but you couldn’t. There was no way, you were too afraid. His hand raised, and he reached out for your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the impact. It never came, instead came a graze, soft fingertips over your cheekbones. “My beautiful little fawn. How have you been?”

You opened your eyes, and he was close, too close. The smell of his cologne making nausea rise in your stomach, and you swallowed the bile. “Sweetheart you can speak, don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said. “I’m…good.” “That makes me so happy.” He smiled, showing pearly white teeth. “Now, where is that boy of yours. Jongdae was his name?” Your fear spiked, and you gasped, suddenly moving backwards with a large step. Trying to run, too fast, uncoordinated, you collided with the corner of the table. You screamed in pain, toppling to the floor. Your hand came to cradle your hip, where the pain radiated now. The floor seemed to slip beneath your feet as you tried to get up. Nothing worked, everything was spinning and a sob broke past the barrier of your lips. Tears ran down your cheeks, as you cried. “Please.” His hand came around your arm, and you tried to move away from it, but you couldn’t. This fear was paralysing, all you could do was lay at his mercy. He pulled you up, grip bruising into your skin, imprinting it with his mark. Your breaths came in short puffs out of your nose. Somehow he set you on the table, wiping everything onto the floor to make room for you. He took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. “Open your eyes.” He growled, voice suddenly menacing, sending shocks of fear down your spine with each syllable. “Do not, make me repeat myself.” You forced your eyes open, looking at him. His eyes, his dark and empty eyes, gazing into yours. “Now, tell me, does your little boy still take care of you?” He moved his lips down to your ear. “Does he still soothe your cries better than I could?” His voice was a rumble, so deep and dark another sob passed your lips at it. “Please.” You begged, for anything, everything, and nothing at all. “Answer me.” His hand fisted into your hair and pulled your head back, baring your throat to him. But you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t answer him. Not Jongdae, please let it not be Jongdae. Not your Jongdae. “Y/n, you are playing a dangerous game here.” Images of Jongdae’s soft smile passed your mind, the feeling of his hand in yours, fingers slipping into place. His voice, soothing you, arms around your shoulders holding you close. No, not him, he cannot have him. “Fuck you.” You spat, fingers reaching out for anything solid you could find and slamming it against his temple. When he let you go, stepping away to touch his head, you bolted, running for the door with pain shooting up your hip. You heard the sound, a soft swish, and felt a stabbing pain at your leg. It gave out underneath you, and you fell against the door, so close to safety. You looked down, to find a small dart sticking out of your thigh. Slowly, things started to get number, and number. You vaguely saw Minho closing in, kneeling down in front of you. He ran the back of his hand across your cheek. “I guess I will have to find out myself.” It was the last thing you heard coming from his mouth before you slipped into complete darkness.

***

Jongdae’s pov

He was sitting in the living room, changing channels on the tv. Xiumin was in the chair, reading a file. “Can you settle on something?” he grumbled. Kyungsoo walked in, a deep frown on his face, as Jongdae settled on some random cop show. “Hey.” “Hi.” He answered. “You okay?” Kyungsoo nodded, so Jongdae didn’t think to much of the brooding state of his face. He took place beside him, leaning his head on the backrest. He got absorbed in the series, intently staring at a chasing scene in the streets of Chicago, or maybe it was Boston. When suddenly, the screen changed. Xiumin looked up at the sound of the static on the screen. And the alarms sounded, from Baekhyun’s room. “What the fuck?” The screen changed again, and Jongdae couldn’t take his eyes of what he saw next. The face, so familiar, that brought up so many nightmares for him. He felt nauseous, swallowing thickly. Minho. Xiumin dropped his file, and Kyungsoo groaned lightly as he finally turned his eyes to the screen, gasping then. “Xiumin?” Jongdae mumbled. “What the fuck have you done?” His voice sounded, the same way it always used to. Lithe, and playful. “Well, I guess since you guys can see me now. Let me tell you why I’m on your screen.” It was barely discernible over the sound of the alarms. Jongdae’s heart and mind went out to you, praying to god that you were okay. That he hadn’t gotten to you yet. But when Minho moved aside, Jongdae saw you. You were on the bed, flat on your back, unconscious. There was something around your neck, like a collar. The bastard. His first instinct was to get up, but Xiumin pointed a finger at him. “Don’t go, hear him out first.” Kyungsoo was stiff beside him, staring at the screen with wide eyes and trembling hands. Jongdae didn’t sit down, he remained standing as he spoke. “As you see we have a bit of a problem here. That thing around her neck, is connected to this thing.” He moved a bit further to reveal a cylindrical contraption on a chair. “If she moves, and pulls the thread, it goes off. Now, we don’t want that to happen don’t we? This bomb, I’m sure you can dismantle it, seeing your men do have the skill Minseok.” A bomb, Minho had strapped you to a bomb? Jongdae clasped a hand over his mouth, pushing away the tears that threatened to spill over. His breath was shaky, as he couldn’t do anything but watch your body limply lay there. Your head hanging over the edge of the bed, hair tumbling down. “So how about you send in some of your guys, and see what you can do? I’ll be leaving you to it. Although I hope to see you soon.” Minho had the audacity to wink, before the stepped away from the camera. It didn’t turn off, and all three of them were looking at you. Jongdae moved, as soon as Minho was gone. He bolted for the door. A strong hand caught him around his bicep. “You’re not going.” Xiumin growled. “The hell I’m not, let me go!” Jongdae yelled, but the leader wouldn’t budge. “LET ME GO!” “Listen, he probably wants both of us out there,” Xiumin was interrupted by the door opening and Sehun and Suho stumbling in. “What the fuck was that?” Suho gasped, eyes wide. “How did this happen?!” Xiumin didn’t let him go, but spoke calmly. “Sehun, find Chanyeol, and take Kyungsoo. Go to her place and get her safe okay?” Sehun nodded, immediately taking off into the direction of Baekhyun’s room. Kyungsoo followed Sehun without a word, but Suho, he glared at Xiumin now that everyone was out. “You fucked up.” “I know he would go for her, it was the only logical step.” Jongdae then managed to wrestle his arm free, and swung at Xiumin, Suho stopped him. “God damnit!” he yelled at both of them. “If anything happens to her! It’s your fault!” Suho sighed, dropping his wrist. “Listen, right now we need to stay calm, they’re going to get her out of there. Chanyeol will get the bomb in no time, she will be fine. Right now all we can do is stay here where we’re safe.” “How do you know he’s not there waiting to kill them?!” Xiumin shook his head. “He’s testing us, he won’t be there.” “Let me go then!” “No.” The leader barked. “He might be watching, and you and I both know he has some unfinished business with you.” “Oh,” jongdae scoffed. “And you suddenly care whether I die or not?” Xiumin rubbed his temples. “Let’s go to Baekhyun and check the monitors, he must be pretty shaken up.”

***

Kyungsoo’s pov

They were in the car, and he hadn’t spoken a word since he’d seen your body there. This guy, he’d left you alone with him, because you sort of asked? Why had you sent him away if he was so dangerous. Jongdae and Xiumin seemed to know something. Was this the guy you’d mentioned all those times? That Xiumin was after? “Listen, I need you guys to just make sure she doesn’t move.” Chanyeol spoke from behind the wheel. “Let me take care of the bomb.” “Are you sure you’re going to get it?” Chanyeol nodded, turning onto your street. “If I think it’s too dangerous I’ll probably send you guys out.” “What about her then?” Kyungsoo asked. What if it went wrong, and Chanyeol couldn’t do it. He’d loose you, no he wasn’t going to loose you. “I’m not going to leave her side.” If the thing was going to go off, he’d be there with you. He couldn’t just leave you there. No. Kyungsoo thought back to Jongdae, how scared he’d looked at the screen, petrified. He himself hadn’t even been able to utter a gasp, but the tears in your best friends eyes stood clear in his mind. Jongdae knew things he didn’t, about you, about this guy. And his level of fear wasn’t making him feel any better. “I’ll stay too, if we go down, we go down together.” Sehun stated. Chanyeol pulled up to your place and put in his earpiece. “Baekhyun can you hear me?” “Can you check the cameras?” “Nobody there, okay!” he turned around. “Baek says it’s clear so we should roll.” The tall one lifted a box of equipment out of the car and threw both Kyungsoo and Sehun a handgun. The weight was heavy and Kyungsoo felt it was loaded. Sehun would probably be better with it, but safety first. “Let’s go.” Your front door was still unlocked, and Kyungsoo was the first one up both stairs into your room. He reached your, still fully asleep. Before he could touch you Chanyeol’s hand held him back. “Be careful, if you move her too much and you stretch the wire it’ll go off.” The words hit him and he stared at your lifeless body, your skin was pale and you were still in the clothes you had on earlier the day. He sat on the bed, next to you, and took your hand in his, lacing his fingers. You were going to be okay. “I think she’s still out.” “Okay good,” Chanyeol said. “Let me open this baby up.” The tall one knelt down by the chair and set down his case, clicking it open and revealing an extensive set of tools and electrical supplies. “Baek do you have vision?” Kyungsoo realised he still had his ear hanging by his neck and popped it in. Baekhyun’s voice sounded erratically though it. “Yeah I see it, it doesn’t seem to complicated like this. Open it up first, if it’s motion sensitive there will be extensive wiring on the inside. It’s not your usual clip and cut.” He didn’t really understand much of bombs, but he knew those two together would get you out. Chanyeol’s steady hands took quick work of the exterior plate of the bomb, unscrewing it and revealing dozens of wires of the same single colour. “Well fuck.” Chanyeol grumbled. He took out a small box with…stickers, coloured stickers. The next plate on the other side came off, and Kyungsoo couldn’t properly see what happened but Baekhyun’s breath audibly hitched. “What the fuck is this contraption.” “What is it?” Kyungsoo asked frantically. “There’s a timer.” “A timer?” “Yes.” Chanyeol grumbled, running a hand through his dark hair. Kyungsoo swallowed, looking at Sehun who was waiting by the door of your room, gun in his hand. “How long?” “17 minutes, 48 seconds. It should be enough time, but it does make things more complicated.” Kyungsoo focused on your, touching your cheek lightly to feel if you were cold. You weren’t, your skin was warm and it really seemed like you were just asleep. Your breathing was steady, chest rising evenly and without a sound. That’s when he saw your eyes flutter. “Angel?” Chanyeol’s head whipped up from the bomb. “Is she waking up?” “I think so.” “Make sure she doesn’t move.” Kyungsoo looked at your face, as you scrunched up your nose and parted your lips. Your tongue darted out to wet them and a soft groan sounded. “Angel can you hear me? Don’t move okay, just stay still. We’re getting you out of here.” You frowned, and he saw your throat strain. “Don’t talk, it’s okay.” “Baekhyun do you see any logic in this?” Chanyeol asked. “Maybe if you sat still for a minute, Sehun can you take the cam and hold it or something?” There was movement and rustling on the other end of the line, Kyungsoo just focused on you for now. Until Xiumin’s voice sounded. “Listen, if that timer reaches 3 minutes before you manage to get her out, you all leave” “What?” Kyungsoo hissed. “You want us to leave her here?” “Loosing 1 is better than 4 of you.” Kyungsoo clearly heard Jongdae’s shrill voice in the background, he couldn’t understand, but the tone sent chills down his spine. He sounded so upset. “Jongdae, if you can hear me, I’m not going to leave her. I promise, we’ll get her out of here.” “Kyungsoo you better listen to me.” Xiumin growled on the other end. “No.” Chanyeol spoke up. “Can you two not, I’m trying to concentrate here! Xiumin put Baekhyun back on the line.” More rustling and Baek’s voice sounded again. “I’m here, sorry. Okay, there has to be a way to the inner wires, maybe through the top.” Chanyeol went to work and Kyungsoo looked at you as your throat strained still, your lips parted to form a sound but it was indiscernible. It sounded like a groan, but you repeated it once, twice. “What?” You tried again, but to no avail. However, your hand softly squeezed his, meaning the sedative was really starting to wear off. “Angel really, please stay still okay.” “Got it, God, Baekhyun look!” “That’s it, I knew there had to be a way. Can you get your hand in there?” “No.” Kyungsoo looked up and saw Chanyeol peer inside the bomb from the top. “You’ll have to label them and figure it out, I can’t see it properly with this lighting. But there should be a wire from the clock and the motion seeker towards the explosive. Wait…what is the explosive?” “I think it’s a single block of C4.” “Fuck, just, be careful Yeol, you can do this.” “Yeah.” The tall ones voice was slightly shaky, even though he’d done things like this so many times before. His big hands seemed to be a problem though. “Angel’s hands would come in handy now.” He grumbled. Kyungsoo looked at you again, as you licked your lips. “-Ae” “Angel please don’t try to talk.” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand. “-Ap.” “Ap?” “-Ap.” You breathed, scrunching up your nose. Kyungsoo couldn’t make out what you were trying to say, but it was obviously bothering you. Your hand was warm and colour was returning to your cheeks and Chanyeol was still fiddeling with the bomb. “How many minutes?” Sehun asked? “Under 10. We’ll be fine, I just can’t reach. I’ll get it. We’ll get her out.” He stated. “Baekhyun?” “Ya?” “How big is the chance this thing is going to go off when I cut all the wires at once?” “Yeol, you know that, it’s big. If they’ve wired it the right way for that you’re blowing up the building. Concentrate.” “Yeah.” Kyungsoo watched Chanyeol, as he labeled the wires on the outer part, and hesitantly cut one. Nothing happened, the timer kept ticking. “I know there have to be 3 sets of batteries in this thing and I can’t fucking get to them because of the wire.” Kyungsoo’s eyes went to your throat, that slowly moved as you breathed, where the leather collar was resting. “I could try cutting it off.” “You’ll risk setting it off.” “If it’s the only way to get her out, you guys can all go and I’ll try. I’m not leaving her here.” Chanyeol shook his head. “We’re not resolving to that with 7 minutes left. Let me try something.” He grabbed a pair of pliers and a flashlight, shifting to peer inside again. Chanyeol mumbled a few colours to himself, Sehun came over to the bed. “She looks better than when we came in.” Kyungsoo nodded. “She’s trying to speak, but I can’t figure out what she’s saying.” “-Ae, -ap.” You swallowed. “-Rap.” “Rap?” Sehun mumbled. “Trap? Angel, trap?!” You couldn’t nod, but Kyungsoo saw it in your eyes. “Trap, she means trap.” “Trap?” Baekhyun asks worried. “What trap? Is it a trap?” “Nae.” “What?” Sehun asked. “I got it!” Chanyeol suddenly yelled. “I think I got it. It stopped ticking.” Kyungsoo looked up. “Can I cut her loose?” “Let me just try and unwire the sensor.” He said, clipping a thread inside the bomb. “Cut her loose, we’re going home.” Kyungsoo took a knife from his pocket, slipping it under the collar and slicing through the material. The first thing you did was take a deep breath. “O-dae.” “Dae?” Sehun frowned. “Jongdae? He’s home, they’re waiting for us.” You shook your head and Kyungsoo helped you sit up, watching you scrunch you eyes shut again. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked. You shook your head again and Kyungsoo was at a loss for what you meant. So he put an arm under you lips legs and lifted you up easily. “Let’s just get you home.” He pressed his lips to your temple and held you against his chest, where you were safe. “It’s going to be okay.” He saw you close your eyes, he felt your fear, something was wrong. Something was very wrong, but as long as you couldn’t speak properly nobody was going to figure out what. He just hoped this guy didn’t do anything to you other than this. When they walked down the stairs, Baekhyun was chatting to Chanyeol when suddenly there was a loud noise. Like something fell. The hacker fell silent immediately. “Baekhyun?” Kyungsoo asked. “Baek?” Xiumin’s voice was easily heard in the back, yelling. Everyone heard Baekhyun drop his headset, and Chanyeol looked back in fear. “What was that?” “Please don’t tell me that was what I think it was?” Sehun mumbled. “It sounded like a gunshot.” Chanyeol whispered. “We have to go, they might be in trouble.” You opened your eyes and Kyungsoo knew that you knew. There was a tremble going through you as he lifted you into the back of the car, the door barely closed before Chanyeol sped off. “Should we call Jongin?” Sehun asked hurriedly. “Shoot him a text, if we doesn’t reply we’ll call.” Kyungsoo said. Kyungsoo felt you shift, and you opened your mouth. “It’s a trap.” “We’re going Ang, it’s going to be fine.” Chanyeol said, taking a sharp turn. “No,” you whispered, “it won’t be.” Kyungsoo knew the others didn’t hear you, they couldn’t see the tears in the corners of your eyes. The couldn’t see how afraid you were. It was something he’d never seen from you, not to this extent. He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin. “Shhh.” Sehun’s phone rang, and he picked up. “Ya?” “What?” “What happened?” “Yeah she’s awake.” “Yeah hold on jesus.” “Yeah yeah!” He turned around in his seat, extending the phone to Kyungsoo. “It’s Xiumin he wants to speak to Angel.” Kyungsoo took the phone, handing it to you. You were able to hold it, and he watched you put it to your ear with a shaky hand. “Min.” You whispered. His eyes were trained on your face, hearing their boss’ voice as a soft mumble. Your eyes turned glassy, your whole body was strung tight, you tensed you. He was almost sure you stopped breathing, hand tightening around the phone. “Min.” You whispered again, voice almost pleading him for something. A tear escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheek. Kyungsoo couldn’t do anything but stare as it made it’s way down your neck. You dropped the phone onto the floor of the car, clasping your hand over your mouth, closing your eyes. He knew, then and there, what happened. Your face spoke volumes.

A/N: I'm not sorry

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request: would it be alright?? if i requested a scenario where jaehyun has been in a rlly bad mood bc of smth while he's at the grocery and he looks like he's about to snap and the boys are a lil weary but then his phone rings and suddenly??? his eyes and voice are all soft while talking?? and when he hangs up the boys ask what's up he doesn't explain anything and just deadpans "love wants melon milk" then when they get back to the dorms his boyfie is there and they drink milk tgther - male nonnie

male nonnie i love you but i had no idea how to end this sjskdjkfjk

Jaehyun hadn’t been in the best mood this week. You had been busy with work, so you hadn’t gotten to see him at all. Unless you wanted to show up at the dorms around midnight and leave before he was up, around seven in the morning. You were so exhausted, you put a shot of peppermint in somebody’s lemon tea on Tuesday.

Jae’s bandmates hadn’t seen you either, and they assumed, based on his mood and you not being around, that you’d either gotten into a fight or broken up. Jaehyun, with his bad-boy exterior, kind of made the others in NCT think that you’d gotten into a fight and then broken up. They were a little scared to say anything, his threats to Taeil still fresh in their minds, so they just kind of ignored it.

It wasn’t like Jae wanted any help, anyway. He wasn’t mad at you, or his friends, or anything, but he was mad at your schedules. He’d had breaks lately, so he wouldn’t have been able to see you, even if you weren’t working ridiculous hours. Who needs coffee at two in the morning?!

So, in a terrible attempt to make him slightly less pissed off at the world, Taeyong, being the mother that he is, decided to take as much of NCT to get food. (This was so that he wouldn’t have to ask Jae what his comfort foods were, he’d just kind of pick them out.) So, that’s why Yuta, Johnny, Taeyong, Jaehyun and the China line ended up at the supermarket at two in the afternoon on Friday.

“Can we get something American?” Chenle asked as soon as they walked through the doors, before Taeyong even grabbed a shopping cart.

“What do you mean, ‘American’?” Johnny replied.

“Like…” Chenle trailed off for a second, thinking about what he really wanted. His eyes lit up as he answered, “Lucky Charms!”

“Yeah, yeah, Lucky Charms,” Renjun chimed in.

“We don’t have any food, and you want Lucky Charms?” Jaehyun questioned.

Renjun and Chenle pulled the face that white people do when they catch you staring at them, as Johnny pulled them off to the American section, muttering about how it’s not even what they always eat, and if they hadn’t had turducken, they hadn’t lived. (This is the face.) Yuta went off to the fruit section, after stating that he’d been craving watermelon since Cherry Bomb came out, for some reason, and then rolling his eyes at Winwin telling him that Taeyong’d been mumbling about melon in his sleep.

“But will you get melon?” Winwin called after him. Yuta threw him a thumbs up, a slight laugh emitting from him.

Winwin decided to wander off towards the frozen food section, and with a tiny basket, he grabbed everyone’s favorite types of ice cream, green tea for Taeyong. Ten and Jaehyun, “literally anything”, as Taeil had put it, for him(Winwin grabbed vanilla), and chocolate for Jeno, seeing as he said the same thing as Taeil. Not being an idiot, Winwin grabbed about four times the green tea ice cream than anything else.

Jaehyun and Taeyong, after being abandoned by their bandmates, decided to grab something alcoholic. They figured that, best case scenario, Jaehyun could black out and they could call you and ask what was up.

Taeyong, however, let it slip just slightly. So by the time Johnny and the China line showed up, Yuta still messing around with fruit, they showed up with ice cream and sugary cereal to Taeyong clutching a box of soju to his chest while Jaehyun was going off on him, a bottle of wine dangerously close to smacking Tae’s head.

Jae froze as his phone started to go off in his pocket, a light melody that didn’t

really fit his aesthetic. “Hello?” he asked as soon as he put his phone up to his ear. Any stress on his face immediately melted, but his shoulders were still tense. “Yeah, I’m at the store right now.” The volume on his phone was low enough so that none of the boys could really hear who he was talking to.

“Wait, really?” There was a slight pause. “That’s...amazing.” A grin grew on his face. “Just that? Okay! I’ll see you then.” He groaned in a quiet, joking manner before saying one last thing, “I love you too. Bye.”

By this point, Yuta had shown up. “What happened?” he asked, his basket full of fruit. Jaehyun wiped most of the grin off of his face, just the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Love wants melon milk,” he said, almost expressionless.

“Um, uh --” Taeyong began saying something, but Jae put the wine in the cart, and walked off towards the dairy section. “We could probably check out, it’ll take a while, anyway, we’ll probably be just about done by the time Jaehyun comes back with his milk.” The group of boys walked towards the check-out, and by the time they’d gotten everything sorted(and put $80 worth of Lucky Charms back), Jaehyun showed up with his pack of six melon milk. He put the light green containers on the conveyor belt, and the cashier gave him a weird look.

Not that she hadn’t been giving them weird looks the entire time, especially with their $100 of Lucky Charms(originally, of course), but seeing someone show up with a leather jacket and dead expression and put a box of melon milk with little ducks on the side probably ended up the weirdest thing of the evening.

“Hey, wait -- you’re (Y/N)’s friend, right?” the cashier suddenly asked, one eyebrow down.

“Boyfriend,” Jae corrected her, without hesitation. Taeyong and Yuta let out breaths they didn’t know they were holding, while the China line and Johnny were talking about something else, most likely Lucky Charms. Winwin had never had them, as it turns out.

“Oh yeah! I used to work with him, before I moved here. We haven’t talked much lately, how is he?”

“We haven’t talked much lately either.”

“Are the two of you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve both been busy.”

“Oh, I understand! He never stopped talking about you when we worked together, so I hope the two of you can spend time together soon.” She quickly changed topics, telling Taeyong the total. He barely blinked before he handed her his credit card. It quickly went through, and there were about two bags a person. Yuta was very specific to hold the fruit, claiming that nobody else would treat it correctly, so he ended up with three bags, however, seemed to have no problem with it.

The group went back to the dorms, and as soon as Taeyong opened the door, Jaehyun close behind, you sprinted from the couch, almost running into Taeyong’s chest and/or tripping over the couch. Jaehyun dropped a bag full of Lucky Charms, but it wasn’t like anything happened, worst case scenario, he smashed a few marshmallows.

“My baby boy, I missed you so much,” he muttered against the top of your head, kissing your hair.

“Did you get it?” you asked, staring at him with stars in your eyes. He put an eyebrow down.

“You wanted strawberry milk, right?”

“Jae…” you mumbled, pushing your head into his chest. “I’ll walk to the market, if necessary.”

“Noo,” he responded, dragging the word out. “I think Chenle has it.”

Chenle looked up at the mention of his name, pulling melon milk away from his mouth, leaving a pale green mustache. “Oh god, that was for (Y/N)?” His eyes widened. “Oh god, I’m sorry.”

You laughed, having missed the youngest of the China line. “You can have one, Chenle, it’s okay.”

“Thank you!” He sat his milk down and ran up to you, hugging you. “Best hyung.”

You grinned, before Chenle released you from his death grip and you and Jae went to the couch. You spent the rest of the day cuddling, watching whatever cartoon you could find on Netflix, and drinking melon milk.

You had the next day off, and Jaehyun told the rest of his band that the two of you were sick, so that he could spend the day with you. Of course, as soon as Taeyong told him that they didn’t even have practice tomorrow, he felt a thousand percent better.

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