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my-soupy-brain · 3 months

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just had the WORST day so naturally i'm thinking about it causing reader to blow up/be jealous over ted and making up after, if you feel like writing it

Oh no! I'm sorry you had a rough day. I could see this. We all get snappy when we have a rough go, right? Ted would understand -- and find the jealousy endearing a bit. So let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Angst, making up, light smut

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You and Ted trudged out of the house after a rough day, to see Sam's restaurant opening.

Like a father figure, Ted was proud of Sam. He put so much work into his restaurant, business, and heritage cuisine, and he couldn't wait to support it.

You were excited too, but your day had beat you up mentally and your mood was anything but delightful. Regardless, you dressed up and pushed it aside to see the Richmond family and enjoy a night out with Ted.

The two of you were greeted with hugs. Ted and Beard chatted, and Keeley and Rebecca peeled you off to catch up.

Rebecca ordered a drink, and one for you. To your relief. You just wanted to relax.

"What's wrong, babes?" Keeley asked, noticing your face painted with worry and exhaustion.

"Just a rough day at work. I'm trying to unwind, and I didn't have much chance by the time Ted got home and we came here."

"I'm so sorry, that's hard. Well, let's do our best to enjoy the night, yes? A mini girl's night."

You smiled and took a drink, and then froze when Sassy walked in the door. She headed directly toward Rebecca and waved at Ted in the process with a flirty flick of her wrist.

"Hi girls, what's our poison tonight?" Sassy asked, reaching for a shot glass from a tray.

"The Marlboro man is looking good tonight, might need a snack on that later, yeah?" she added with a big smile, making Rebecca and Keeley's eyes go wide.

She clearly doesn't know you're together.

"Hey there, Sassy Smurf," Ted says, wandering over to your little circle. Sassy flashes a brilliant smile.

"Marlboro man, as I live and breathe," she answers, her hand running down his chest. You can see him hitch at this, unsure how to move the conversation along.

Ted's eyes ping-pong to you. And you try to stifle a deep breath of anger.

Ted slowly moves her hand off his chest and smiles amicably

"What's new in Sassy's world?"

Sassy starts talking and chattering away. Your stomach is still in knots at her boldness. Ted didn't even stop to tell her you're together.

Your anger moves from Sassy to Ted, who's still joking and jovial with her, and she keeps putting her hand on his arm. And he doesn't do anything about it.

He has to know what she's doing. He has to.

As Ted and Sassy seem to drift away from the rest of the group, Rebecca leans in. "Don't worry about her, y/n. Ted won't let anything happen. He's just nice, you know how he is..."

You could crush your champagne glass in your hand right now.

Sassy says something that makes Ted laugh, and your stomach churns in jealousy. Then his eyes go wide, he shakes his head. Sassy protests. Ted apologizes, his hand on her arm.

What is happening over there?

As you turn to order another drink, Sassy sidles up beside you.

"Well, damn. Thanks for taking the Marlboro man off the market," she jokes, flashing you a toothy smile.

"I'm... yeah..." you can't speak, you're so... hurt? Offended?

Feeling absolutely abysmal.

"Hope I broke him in enough for ya," Sassy jokes, downing a shot and walking away.

Tears prick your eyes. Beside feeling tired, now you feel... shitty. Shitty about yourself. Shitty about your relationship. Shitty about this night. It's getting hot in here. It feels like it's too loud.

Outside. Get outside.

You make your way to the door to take a breath of fresh, crisp air. Inside, you see the girls having fun. Ted approaches the group, confused. He must be asking where you are.

"Darlin'?" Ted asks, stepping off the front stoop of the restaurant.

When he finds you leaning against the wall, your face wet with tears, he worries.

"Hey, hey... are you okay?" he asks hushed, quiet, approaching gently.

Your eyes narrow as you glare at him.

"Why didn't you tell Sassy we're together?"

Ted's eyes bunch. "What?"

"When Sassy waltzed in, she was flirting so hard with you, you could cut the tension with a knife. And you didn't tell her we were together."

Ted stutters.

"I... I don't know, I was..."

"Don't lie, Ted. You were just keeping her on the hook. God, why didn't I see it. Of course, you can't let Sassy go! What man could?!"

Ted watches you with his mouth agape, he's not really sure what to tackle first to calm you down, bring you back to earth.

"I don't know why I thought this would work. Why I thought you'd be different than everyone else. You may as well just let me go. I may as well go pick up my stuff from your flat and just..."

Ted steps toward you, pulling your wrist and bringing you into his chest, where he wraps his arms around you.

"I don't know why you didn't say anything to her..."

Ted soothes you, running his hand down your head, down your back, gently and softly.

"I did," he answers. "Rebecca did. We all did. She knew. Sassy's just...Sassy."

You protest. "What does that mean?!"

Ted smiles. "It means she's a rascal. She likes to play around. Flirt. But I wasn't bitin' on it. And I told her...that I'm in love with you."

You pull back and look into his deep eyes, yours watery and red.

"You told her what?"

"I told her I'm in love with you."

Love. Love. Love. He hasn't said that yet. You hadn't said that yet.

Your lip trembles. Ted smiles, leaning in to kiss them gently.

"I love you," he says quietly, brushing hair over your ear.

"I...I..." you stammer. "I love you, too."

Ted smiles, cupping your cheek and kissing you. You both breathe hard and heavy, his other hand holding your lower back. The kiss deepens, his tongue running against yours.

He looks at you and smiles.

"How could I be in love with anyone else? How could I want anyone else when I found the best there is?"

You smile. Your heart pounds.

"No, no. I'm not goin' nowhere, not without you, sugar," Ted says, bringing his lips back to you.

The night's getting cooler. The party is still going on, but Ted reads your mind.

"Should we go home? So I can show ya how much I love ya?" he asks, his hand drifting down your back, to your ass, giving it a little squeeze while his lips tickle your neck.

You can't do anything else but nod. "Uh-huh."

Ted hails a taxi back to his flat, and once inside, he scoops you into his arms, tugging your clothes off while you tug his off, backing up into his bedroom, crawling over you, kissing you all over, smiling with you, making love the way he loves to and the way you love to.

He likes to go slow when he knows you've been in a rough place. Your body is tired from a long week at work. Your brain aches from the rollercoaster of emotions.

He holds your hand, kissing your knuckles.

He kisses you, kisses your neck.

He waits until your breath changes just right, the way your body trembles, the way you gently scratch his back... and he knows...

"Yeah, sugar," he murmurs to your ear. "Make ya feel real good..."

His husky drawl, that low voice against you, the way he moans into your skin...

"Beautiful, so beautiful," he rambles. "My girl, my good girl..."

When you kiss him and tell him you love him, his heart could burst. He kisses you again, his hips gaining speed...your legs wrapped around him...

And when you both reach ecstasy, well...

There's nothing better. Not to him. Not to you.

Sure, Sassy was a fun distraction after the hiccups with Michelle. But nothing, no one, compares to being in love with you.

The way you cuddle and burrow against his broad chest in bed when you're done. The way your hands feel on his skin. The way you fit perfectly wrapped against him.

No.

No one could take your place. You're all he wants, all he needs.

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I'm in the feels today apparently! That got very romantic. Good prompt though. Love a little angst, a little self doubt, and a charming Ted Lasso to the rescue. Hope you're well, friend. Hope your day got better.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso smut #ted lasso x you #ted lasso angst

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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matty being sick last night has me thinking so many thoughts ab teacher reader x sick dad matty.

my first thought was a scenario after you've both admitted your feelings but aren't official. perhaps you've been on like 2 dates and clearly want a relationship, but no one has admitted it lol

it's the day of your third official date, and you're all ready. But you get a text from matty saying something like, "I'm so sorry, darling, but I have to cancel our date tonight. I've been trying to push through, but I'm pretty sick - reschedule as soon as I'm better?"

of course, you're immediately like :(((( but you send a sweet message saying, "Of course, feel better soon xx"

then I imagine it's a little later andmatty sends a pic of him cuddled up in bed surrounding by tissues and medicine, "wishing I could be with you right now, sweetheart. I'm sick of lemsip and bad reality tv :("

you decide then and there to go over with supplies, you make homemade soup and go to tesco to stock up on every medicine possible. paracetamol, ibuprofen, cough medicine, cough sweets, headache relief - anything that might help.

when matty answers the door, you can feel your heart shatter just a tiny bit. He's in his robe with a tissue in his hand and heavy eyes. they're red rimmed and puffy, his nose is pink, and his hair is a mess. he's even got his glasses on, something that you make a mental note to ask him about when he's better.

("Since when do you wear glasses???" "I've had them for years but I never wear them, it's not very rock and roll of me" "mmm I think you look good, hot professor vibes" matty is just 👀 "role play???")

he's fucking MORTIFIED bc why does he look like this in front of you?? oh god??? he says "y/n! ohmygod! hi! I'm so sorry I look like this i-" and he's furiously trying to flatten his curls and look vaguely human.

you calm him and come in. He's all bashful and embarrassed that you've made him soup and got medication, trying to insit he's fine.

you stare at him and put your hand on his forhead as he tries to argue he's okay, "Matthew. you've got a fever, and you don't look like you've had proper food in days. go sit down on the sofa and let me look after you! don't make me pull the teacher voice out"

he is like "yes ma'am" and sits down.

After a bowl of soup and copious amount of medicine, matty lies down with his head in your lap, "Just for a second. I'm feeling a bit dizzy, " he insists.

but your hands massaging his curls mixed with the warm soup and the cough medicine have him asleep within 5 minutes.

you don't leave him or move him to bed, just sit and stroke his head, watching him rest peacefully as some shitty teen movie plays in the background.

#oh to baby a grown man when hes ill #ik matty is dramatic about being sick too so just LET ME LOOK AFTER YOU #this isnt good or proofread but i cant shut up soooooo #teacher au!

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thelittleangel · 1 month

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Little Brother

tags: Platonic! Winchester bros. x reader, platonic! Castiel x Reader, break-ups, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, male reader.

warnings: not proofread, probably OOC, break-ups, angst, references to bad mental health, the ending isn't that great.

note: I'm sorry if it's bad, I was writing this to get over a recent breakup and I thought I might as well share it.

Everything was really shitty right now. My partner had just broken up with me. To make matters worse, we were both in the middle of a hunt. I drive away from the hotel to an abandoned parking lot. I just couldn’t bring myself to look at their stupid face. I pulled into the lot, turning the car off and crawling into the backseat. I took off my jacket and draped it on top of me like a blanket. Hot, salty tears began to flow down my face, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was facing the backseat. A long-forgotten stuffed frog had been tucked under my arm and something long and heavy was covering me.

And my car was moving.

I immediately sat up, looking at who was driving. It was Cas. “Hello.” He looked at me through the rearview.

“Your partner called. They said you’d run off without a word.”

“Did they say why?”

His eyes turn back to the road.

“No.”

“Where are we driving?”

“Back to the bunker. Your brothers are both very worried.”

I press the side of my face to the cold glass of the window. Cas looks back at me through the mirror. There’s a concerned look on his face. “What happened?”

I looked back at him. “I’ll tell you guys when we’re all together.”

He turns back to the road.

“Hey Cas?”

“Yes?”

“I just want to thank you for everything you do for us. I feel like we don’t say thank you enough.”

The side of his mouth twitched. A small smile began to form.

I hug the frog and fall back asleep.

When I wake up, the car’s parked in the bunker’s garage. I was alone in the car. I sat up, and I realized that what was covering me was Cas’s trench coat.

I step out of the car, putting on the coat. I began to make my way toward my room. Today has been a long day, and I just want to lay down and forget everything.

I’m almost there when someone comes up from behind me and scoops me up into their arms. I let out a yelp and look up to see who it is. Dean smiles down at me. It’s so infectious I smile back.

“Hey, little brother.”

“Hi Dean. Where's Sam?”

“He’s with Cas. I’m headed that way anyway.”

He carries me to the library, putting me down so I can sit at the table. Sam and Cas are sitting across from us. Dean gently takes my hand in his. Sam looks up at me with concern.

“What happened tonight?”

I look down at my hands.

“You left someone in the middle of a hunt. I don’t know what happened, but was it really that bad?”

“They left me.”

Sam laughed a little. “From the way we heard it, you left them.”

“No, they broke up with me.”

My eyes began to sting. Tears began to run down my face.

“Oh…”

I can’t look up at them. I know that if I do, they’ll look at me with that same expression of pity my ex had when they started this whole situation.

No one says a word. Then Dean wraps his arms around my shoulders. Sam takes my hands. Castiel places a hand on my head. We sit like that for a long time. Honestly? I still want to go to my room, where no one can look at me with that same heart-breaking expression.

“Can I go to my room now?”

Sam looks into my eyes, a soft smile on his face. “No.”

My face contorts into a look of confusion. “What do you mean no?”

Dean looks down at me with a sad smile. “Little brother, we all know you well enough to know that if we let you go back to your room, you’ll disappear for two months.”

“And we can’t have that.” Sam adds.

Castiel looked down at me, his fingers still running through my hair. “I’m very sorry that this has happened to you.”

I look down at my hands. “Yeah. Me too.”

I stand up, handing Cas’s coat back to him. I slowly began to walk to my room. I was almost there when Dean called out to me.

I turn to look at him. “Yeah?”

“Get a shower and change into some comfortable clothes. Meet us in the Dean cave when you’re ready.”

I look at him with a confused expression, but he just smiles and walks away.

30 minutes later, I’m headed back downstairs. I open the door to the Dean Cave and walk inside. Sam, Dean and Cas were already there. All wearing pajamas, which was surprising because I didn’t know Cas owned a pair of pajama pants.

There were bowls of snacks on the table, and my favorite movie was playing on the T.V.

Sam looks up at me as I open the door. He smiles, standing up. As I look around the room, I wonder aloud, “Guys, what’s all this?”

“Well, we wanted to make sure you knew you were loved.”

We sat down on the couch and watched the movies. We talked and laughed until the sun came up.

As I walked back to my room, I smiled to myself, and I realized that I'll be alright.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #castiel x reader #dean x reader #sam x reader #castiel #sam winchester #dean winchester #male reader

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drunk-on-dk · 1 year

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1-800-CUPID | Boo Seungkwan (m)

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff/Romance, Slice of Life, f2l, Smut (18+ only, Minors DNI)

w/c: ~7.0k words (editing was hard on this, sorry if there are any mistakes)

a/n: Happy Valentine's Day to all you lovely people! This is part of the @svthub The Story of Pink Eros ~ A Valentine’s Day Collab, please go support all the other wonderful writers who have written for this collab as well as eve4ryone in the network. They are all such wonderful, talented people, and I was very excited for my first collab ever!

content warnings below the cut!

c/w: protected sex!; some fluff, some romance, reader is having a tough few weeks and is a bit cynical; teasing; a bit of unrealistic scenarios but it's all for fun; mutual pining; hotline bling boo; (reunited) friends to lovers; some Jun x reader mention, but minor plot; alcohol mentions; explicit smut but relatively vanilla; love-making of sorts; lots of praise and whining; a bit of marking if you squint; please let me know if i'm missing anything big!

Today had to have been a cruel joke on top of your, for lack of better words, already shitty-ass week. Work was more stressful than usual with the end of the year reports still piling on your desk even though it’s already February. The sad part was even if you wanted to cut lose after work, you didn’t have any friendly enough coworkers to grab a drink with and complain about the amount of work you’re drowning in together. Nor did you have any friends who lived close enough to invite out last minute.

The cherry on top was the painful reminder of your lackluster love life upon passing the local flower shop on the way home from yet another late night in the office. You scoffed at the array of gorgeous red-rose bouquets and tacky heart shaped chocolate boxes when you had passed the cute shop. The disdain you felt must have made you black out a bit because, before you knew it, you found yourself in the convenience store a few blocks down with two of your favorite wine bottles in hand.

Thank God it’s Friday, you thought. At least you can unwind tonight.

Coming to reality and humming in approval, you settle on grabbing a pack of your favorite ramen as well, grumbling slightly to yourself before heading to the self-check-out. “Well deserved, right? Who says I can’t enjoy my own presence. I don’t need someone to buy me flowers or chocolate. Wine and ramen will suffice.”

Sure – maybeyou were being bit cynical, but after the week you had you didn’t care if you were going a bit crazy. It was well justified.

However, the questioning look that the cute old lady gave you in the checkout next to yours did make you feel a bit sheepish, apologizing slightly for your off-putting behavior and giving her a bright smile in return when you politely bid her a good night.

By the time you got home, you were already kicking your heels off your sore feet before you even made it past your apartment door. Quickly making a beeline for the wine opener tucked away in the depths of the kitchen drawers and shedding your work clothes after pouring yourself a hefty glass of wine. Tonight was going to be a movie night you determined, opting to change into your usual movie-watching uniform - everything is oversized and enough to keep you cozy and warm.

Letting out a sigh, you sink into the anticipated comfort of your well-lived-in couch. It was soothing to cozy up with a blanket after a long day, taking a sip of your wine and letting the warm, tingly feeling of the slightly tarte liquid wash over your body.

Even with your pessimistic, slight mental breakdown over the Valentine’s Day gifts earlier, you found yourself pulling up The Notebook. Why the hell not at this point? You sure could use a good cry.

And you sure did have a good cry. About a wine bottle and a half into the movie, the crocodile tears were rolling uncontrollably down your cheeks. To be fair, you never cried this much during an inane romance movie, but this week had you craving affection, like would you ever find the Noah to your Allie? You could really use a good hug right now, at least.

It was almost a sign from the heavens above when a number for the local relationship advice hotline came up as an advertisement on one of your social medias after the movie had ended.

Honestly, your algorithms were getting a little too accurate lately.

However, rather than being freaked out by the oddly direct ad, something possesses you to give the line a call. Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the movie, maybe it’s been your wildly stressful week. Maybe it’s the shitty dating app that somehow always lands you a crap date. But, with your nth bereaved sigh of the day, you slowly tap the 1-800 number into your keypad. It seemed legitimate enough, unlike one of those ‘Find Hot Sexy Singles in Your Area’ sort of advertisements.

1-800-CUPID – a quick tap of the phone button has you dialing the hotline. You almost fly off your couch when the line starts playing an elevator-esque soundtrack rather than the usual ringing sound.

There was time to back out. There is time to hang up the phone. Surely the operator wouldn’t be offended if you just hung up.

Just like that the music cuts out – a cheery voice now introducing themselves on the other line, and much to your dismay you found yourself unable to end the impulsive phone call after somewhat recognizing the voice.

“Hello, you have successfully reached Cupid, the hotline for all your relationship and dating questions. Please note that all calls are recorded and monitored. This is Boo talking, how may I assist you today?”

“Boo?” You mutter out dumbly after a beat goes by. Your mind is racing, becoming a bit dizzy from how hard you’re thinking and the foggy haze of the sweet alcohol, swearing you could identify the voice on the other side of the call.

“Yes, this is Boo!” He chirps. “I am one of the local cupids right in your area. How can I help you?”

There is a slight cadence to his tone that has the lightbulb going off in your head, actually making you jump up from the couch this time, needing to stabilize yourself a bit before talking again.

“Boo?” You almost shriek. “Could this by chance be a Boo Seungkwan I’m speaking to?”

You can hear him hum hesitantly over the speaker, only encouraging you to keep pressing for an answer.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N,” you continue, starting to doubt if you should be sharing this information, but screw it. You swear you hear him gasp in slight recognition, but you continue regardless. “From university? I’m not sure if you’d remember, but you still owe me that drink you promised me on graduation day.”

For a second, you find yourself smiling, reminiscing on your college days, and thinking of the bright boy that you adored so much. Boo Seungkwan had your heart for most of your college years, but you never dared to act upon it. Afterall, he was too busy meddling in other people’s business, including yours. He used to tease you incessantly, poking and prodding at your plans, constantly trying to set you up on blind dates, but never noticing how much you doted over him.

Your heart was pounding at this point, unsure of how you ever lost contact with Seungkwan, and how stupid you’d feel if it wasn’t him.

“Ding ding ding,” he sing-songs. “I remember the drink I owe you. You bet that Kim Mingyu would trip over his own feet during his diploma acceptance and you won.”

You were literally happy dancing, feet quietly shuffling beneath you after receiving confirmation that you were right. You somehow ended up reconnecting with Boo Seungkwan over a damn relationship hotline call.

“Sorry, Y/N, but why’d you call the 1-800-Cupid hotline?”

Shit, you’re faced with reality again, aren’t you? Thanks, Seungkwan.

“Well, Boo,” you teasingly emphasis his call name, but exhale sorrowfully before continuing. “My love life isn’t so great post-undergrad life either. Surprise, surprise.”

“Ah, still prioritizing work just like you did in uni? You know you always worked too hard, but I think that’s why we were two peas-in-a-pod back then.”

A shy smile falls on your features, “maybe, but honestly, I don’t really know why I even called. Just a bit glum about my dating life, and this call was a spur of the moment thing. Speaking of, why are you working for a relationship hotline?”

“It’s a fun side-job,” he simply states, and you can almost imagine the satisfactory purse of his lips and shrug of his shoulders. “Anyways, is there a way that I can assist? Once again, the call is recorded and monitored.”

You let out a bit of a chuckle, “actually, yes, why not? Do you have any suggestions on how I can land myself a valentine this year?”

There is a bit of a flirty lilt to your tone, but, unless he ignores it, it seems to go right over Seungkwan’s head. Shit, maybe you do need dating or relationship advice.

“Well, Y/N, where do we begin? What are your plans for this weekend?”

“I was just going to stay in and – “

“ACK,” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. “Wrong answer. First of all, you need to get out and meet new people, make some attempts at flirting. It doesn’t mean you have to go clubbing and all of that, just try getting out to your local coffee shop and making eyes with the cute barista. Second of all,” he huffs slightly before continuing, “put your work down for a night and focus on yourself. Some good self-care can really help more than you’d think. Treat yourself with something good for you. Finally, maintain a positive attitude, don’t be so grouchy about love like I know you are. Go out and after applying those rules, and I’m sure you’ll have someone falling head over heels for you.”

You hum in consideration, taking note of what he said, but not sure how much it all helped. “Thanks, Boo,” you can’t help but tease him. “I’mnot sure how much I can accomplish in a weekend, but I can give it a shot.”

“My pleasure, is there anything else I can assist with? Any other dating questions?”

“I think that is enough for one night, Boo. I’m shocked I even called, but I’m glad it was you somehow.”

The line goes silent for a bit, unsure if you accidentally disconnected, wondering if maybe there was a time limit on the hotline, but then he speaks again.

“I’m glad I could help,” he sighs, but you could almost picture the smile on his face. “Well, this will complete your call with your local cupid, Boo. Have a wonderful evening!”

Just like that the call is over. Part of you feels a bit better, enjoying connecting with an old friend, but also slightly dejected that it was just over a one-time, freak accident call to a love hotline.

This had sent you into an hour long spiral, searching through your phone for his old cell number, but finding that you had lost it upon purchasing a new phone and losing all your backup data. You scoured the internet for his social medias and came across some of his accounts. However, you refrained from reaching out just yet, determining that it may be a little too soon to pounce on the idea of reuniting in person after the hotline call.

However, you did have a new fervor after speaking with Seungkwan. He was right, you really should just get out in the world, take some time with yourself, and drop your glum attitude.

You found yourself doing some self-care the next day, just as he suggested, deciding to take baby steps before you enter the real-world. Really, you took your time, deciding to make a full-course breakfast and finally sitting down to read the book you’ve had on your shelf for month now that you’d been dying to crack open.

You felt a bit rejuvenated after just doing that in the morning. Usually, you’d find yourself pulling out your work laptop, the curse of remote work still haunting you even on the weekends though you didn’t have to put time in during them, you just felt obligated to work.

However, taking the morning for yourself had been nice, and was a good kick-start for a full day of self-care routines. You cleaned up your apartment; washed your bed sheets and pillows; practiced some mindful meditation; and even pampered yourself with an at-home spa treatment.

Truthfully, when you woke up the next day, you were feeling brighter than ever before on a Sunday. For the first time in a while, you took your time getting ready, rather than following your dull work routine, and drove yourself to your local coffee shop.

You had followed Seungkwan’s advice so far, taking on self-care and attempting to go out and meet new people. But, oh how hard it was to stay positive though, especially when the coffee shop was flooded with couples sharing cute, themed drinks and pastries.

You reigned yourself in though, trying not to roll your eyes at the lovely couples, but rather smiling brightly at the admittedly cute, blonde barista behind the register. Allowing your eyes to dart to his name tag, you noted his name was Jun, and he had a couple of endearing moles dotted on his face.

“What can I get for you today?” You can tell he’s a sweetheart just by his tone of voice, and his kindness travels to his eyes.

Hey, maybe Seungkwan’s, AKA Boo from 1-800-Cupid’s, advice would work, maybe you could find yourself a valentine out in the wild like this. Why not flirt it up with the cute barista like he had mentioned?

“Just an iced Americano, please,” you respond politely, gently handing him your card when he gives you your total.

“It’ll be ready in a few minutes,” Jun says with a shy smile, nodding to the corner of the counter where he’ll place your drink once it’s all set. Whilst he prepares your drink, you two continuously make brief eye-contact, each time making Jun’s ears turn a darker hue of red.

Is this flirting? Are you doing a good job at making someone flustered? Uh-oh, maybe you’ll have to buy Seungkwan a drink for giving you helpful advice. You’re not really doing anything out of the ordinary, but he was convincing enough to get you out from under your rock.

Your suspicions are confirmed when Jun hands you your drink, a phone number scribbled on the cardboard sleeve wrapped around the cup with his name.

Oh shoot, he just gave you his number.

He’s quick to turn away, seemingly shy by his bold attempt at giving you his number, but you politely respond with a thank you, acknowledging the number on the cup with a small ‘cheers’ motion.

There is a bit of a pep in your step when you leave the coffee shop, wandering down the block and breathing in the crisp winter air until you find yourself a comfortable park bench.

Mmm, an Americano has never tasted so sweet.

You’re about to enter Jun’s number into your phone to text him until someone jumps in front of you, their shadow blocking the sun from your face and illuminating their figure when you look up at them.

Low and behold, it’s Boo Seungkwan in the flesh, a sun halo surrounding his frame and making the boy look more angelic than you remember him being, his cherubic features lighting up in delight when you finally recognize him.

You’re leaping into his arms at this point, your own arms wrapping around him and almost losing your iced americano in the process.

Apologizing profusely for almost spilling coffee all over him, you excited greet your old friend, “Seungkwan! You’ll never believe how my weekend has gone so far. Or should I say, Boo from 1-800-Cupid, because your advice worked. I was given someone’s number today!”

You can tell Seungkwan is trying to process your excited rambling, shaking his head upon receiving your praise with a pshhh sound escaping his rosebud lips. However, his smile widens once he realizes just how happy you are. “I’m glad to hear it helped, Y/N.”

Once again, there is that silence between you two, the only sound being the swirling wintery wind and the sound of your breath as you calm down from your excitement. Your stomach is doing flips and you swear your entire body has heated up an additional 20 degrees even though you’re drinking an iced americano in cold weather.

Something about Seungkwan still makes your brain and heart short wire even after all these years. You’d like to think that maybe you have a similar effect on him, especially when he seems to attempt to speak, but can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

Little did you know, Seungkwan was shocked just by how beautiful you were a year or so after graduating. You sounded even more mature than you had been before over the call he had with you, and he could only assume how well time had treated you. He was correct, you were still just as stunning to him, if not, even more than before.

“It’s good to see you in person, Seungkwan,” you finally breathe out, deciding to encourage some sort of conversation rather than staring blankly at each other.

“It’s a bit of an odd coincidence, isn’t it?” He jokes, “Somehow you ended up calling my side-gig, and somehow I’ve ended up walking past you on my way to the shops.”

“Maybe it means we should be friends again?” You nudge him slightly, enjoying the way he leans into you to push you away a bit, a slight blush shading his cheeks when you continue to reminisce on your college years.

Such as that time Vernon spilled his coffee all over the tech room keyboard, earning him a $50 fine to replace the new one after he had spent all his money on new headphones. Or that time that Mingyu fell down a flight of stairs at a frat party, only to pop up after the entire crowd gasped and chug an entire beer. Mingyu and you had kissed that night, which that memory earned a slight roll of the eye and snarl of the lip from Seungkwan.

You two had found yourself in the coffee shop again after Seungkwan had slurped down your americano, even though he had only intended to sample it. Jun was still working the counter and seemed a bit surprised at your reappearance, especially with a new friend this time, but greeted you just as charmingly as earlier.

Seungkwan found himself meddling in whatever you and Jun had going. You begged him not to say anything to the unsuspecting barista, but Boo, AKA Mr. Cupid as you’d like to dotingly refer to him as, couldn’t hold back his attempt to strike the boy with his arrow.

Oddly enough, Seungkwan had somehow landed you a date for tonight with Jun. Unsure on how he could have ever accomplished that, but that was Seungkwan for you.

Admittedly, Seungkwan did it just because you were so cute when you were flustered. It was just like how he’d mess with you in college. He liked the way your cheeks blushed when you were informed that Jun agreed to a date with you. He liked the way that you suddenly got nervous, slightly panicking over what you could possibly wear to a dinner. He really liked the way you pulled him into a tight hug, basking in your warm scent as you nuzzled into him before saying goodbye.

Of course, you two exchanged numbers again, letting him know that you had lost his, but you’d like to catch up some more. Seungkwan obliged, hoping you’d ask to do so, and that maybe he could buy you that drink he owed you. However, you insisted you now owed him a drink after successfully landing you a date around Valentine’s Day.

Seungkwan wouldn’t admit it, but he could feel his heart strings pull at the thought of you going on this date. It was unfair to him how he suddenly had you back in his life, but here he is, self-sabotaging, and encouraging you to take a path in your love life that does not lead you back to him.

He sighs dejectedly as he watches you walk away, that bright smile of yours burning into his memory as you turn around to wave him one last goodbye, shouting out a “no good luck?” and only turning back around once Seungkwan lets you know to “break a leg, you’ll need it.”

Seungkwan’s heart broke a little more when he didn’t hear from you that night. He assumed the date went well, and that his job here was done. Maybe he finally had a successful intervention in your love life, even though he didn’t have the guts to approach you himself. Maybe he was just projecting onto you, he should really take his own advice sometime.

Interestingly, you had texted Seungkwan the next day with no mention of the date. He tried to ask about it, but you didn’t spill any details.

Honestly, you were a bit embarrassed. Jun and you quickly realized you were not at all compatible romantic relationship-wise, and he kept making comments about how close you and Seungkwan seemed, no matter how much you insisted that this was the first time you’d seen him in a while.

Jun had given you a dubious look, sighing and offering some of his own advice. “How about rather than meeting new people, maybe you should focus on rekindling what you already clearly have.”

Jun’s words stuck with you; the date had gone well, but not romantically. He was a great guy, but he was right. You could not get Seungkwan out of your head, and everything in you was refraining from typing up a long-winded paragraph to the boy you had just reunited with, confessing your everlasting feelings that just can’t seem to be shaken off.

Cupid got you good. However, it seems as if his arrow misfired and hit you, inevitably making you fall deeper for Mr. Cupid himself.

Seungkwan couldn’t shake the aching feeling, he was anxiety ridden about your date, constantly asking if you’ve seen Jun again, or begging you to let him know if it went well.

God, Seungkwan thought, maybe he was a bit too powerful in his meddling after all.

It had been a week since your first date with Jun. Jun was right, you shouldn’t be meeting new people, not when you had Seungkwan back in your reach.

It was another horrible week at work and Valentine’s Day was approaching. However, this week when you saw the Valentine’s gifts on your walk home, part of you yearned to receive them. No longer scoffing at the chocolate and flower arrangements, but now dreaming of receiving them from you-know-who.

Seungkwan was also driven a bit mad. Growing increasingly infuriated at your lack of information, especially since he had helped you land the date in the first place. Especially not because it was internally making his heart shrivel with each passing day. Nope, he refused to admit the continuous ping of his heart with each text message he received from you.

Seungkwan (Boo AKA Mr. Cupid): earth to Y/N? any updates? V-day is coming up and I need to know if I’ve done my job

Y/N : no details that are of any interest to you!!!

Seungkwan (Boo AKA Mr. Cupid): umm hello? they are all of interest to me

Y/N: now why would that be?

Seungkwan almost believes he is caught red-handed until his phone pings with another message from you.

Y/N: What about that drink you owe me? Maybe I can fill you in then

Seungkwan (Boo AKA Mr. Cupid): Deal… meet me at Barry’s Bar at 7 pm and I’ll get you that drink in exchange for an update

Y/N: see you then!! no promises though! This is a drink from an old bet, there is no obligation to update you on my dating status

Seungkwan scoffs, but he’s always loved the banter that came naturally between you two. Even though he knows it will be like pulling teeth to get any information from you, Seungkwan is still looking forward to getting drinks with you, finally having the opportunity to spend time with you in person again.

Seungkwan doesn’t know it, but you make the extra effort tonight. You go through all your self-care steps before catching a cab to Barry’s Bar, even going as far to spray your special perfume before heading out.

You don’t’ know it, but Seungkwan’s breath catches in his chest when you arrive. Did you just get more beautiful every time he saw you? Did you have a glow because you were dating Jun?

Seungkwan is quick to buy you your first drink, clinking your two beer bottles together in a toast.

“Cheers to Mingyu tripping and falling at commencement!” You joke before taking a sip, almost getting sprayed by Seungkwan who had already taken his own sip and choking down his laughter and drink.

Once he settles, he almost curses you out for saying such a thing when he had already taken a drink. You chuckle almost maniacally, loving the rise you get out of him from embarrassing him slightly, finding it endearing how his lips purse to hide his impending smile, and noting the way his cheekbones rise even higher from holding back more laugher. Fuck – he’s cute.

Everything is so natural between you two, you quickly notice after a couple of more drinks. Seungkwan refuses to let you pay for any, especially when you finally drunkenly admit that there is nothing between you and Jun.

You almost swear he seems relieved when you dish the news, noting the way his tense shoulders relax and how one side of his lips quirk upwards. His reaction deserves a teasing smack to the arm, earning a pathetic whine from you as the thought of Jun possibly reading the situation incorrectly may land you back in no-love-life-ville. Seungkwan not reciprocating your feelings floods your mind and sends you into a considerable twist of emotions.

Seungkwan isn’t sure what to do when suddenly you’re tearing up. He swears you haven’t drunk that much, nor did he think Jun mattered all that much to you.

“What’s wrong?” He’s quick to soften, fingers instinctively reaching out to brush away the tears staining your cheek, and eyes darting around to make sure there are no concerned on-lookers. “What happened, Y/N?”

It doesn’t go unnoticed how you lean into Seungkwan’s hand, the palm of his hand burning up as you press your soft cheek further into his touch. It makes Seungkwan’s heart skip yet another beat.

“Could you please not meddle with my love life anymore? I know it was my fault calling that hotline, but I didn’t think it would have been you. Can you not do what you did in university? Just please stay out of it?”

“Of course, is there anything I can do though otherwise?” His voice is quiet, almost hard to hear if it wasn’t for the fact that he was slowly leaning closer towards you from where he’s sat on his own barstool.

“Can you just give me a hug?”

Seungkwan is quick to pull you into his embrace, gentle hand brushing through your hair as he soothes you. He’s not sure where this is all coming from still, but he doesn’t have it in him to banter with you, especially when you just started crying in a public place.

“Anything else, Y/N?”

You’re deciding to be bold, attempting to test the waters even though you fumbled the bag a bit. Really, you wanted to confess that you couldn’t date Jun because you’ve come to about your feelings about Seungkwan, but you broke down before you could even mutter a confession. You sniffle, pulling back from the boy and emboldening yourself, “could you come home with me?”

Seungkwan almost chokes but refrains from questioning your intentions. He doesn’t want to assume anything, but his heart quickens even faster than the rate it’s been at all night with you.

Once again, when Seungkwan fails to speak, you speak up again. “I don’t feel like drinking much more. Just for comfort? It’s been another long week and I just need a friend.”

Seungkwan almost feels disappointed at the word friend, but he could never reject you, even if it meant you two were forever on ‘friend’ terms. “Of course, let’s go, Y/N.”

Seungkwan takes you home safely, offering his shoulder to lean on throughout the cab ride home. His thumb rubs comforting circles into your thigh the entire way, which is enough to make heat pool in your belly, but you try to suppress it.

The tension is thick when you two enter the elevator, neither of you know how to decipher it, but something has clearly changed. Seungkwan’s hand never leaves your waist, thumb still rubbing your body soothingly, but you assume it’s more of a protective thing rather than an advance on you.

Of course, he is painfully respectful. He patiently waits for you to shower, setting up camp on your couch and flipping on whatever show is on TV. For now, you find refuge in the shower, trying to cool yourself down and get your head on straight.

Seungkwan bites his lip when you pass by in a towel, a shy look on your face when you notice he’s caught you. You change into your normal pajamas, grabbing him a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, and deciding to continue your emboldened actions.

Maintain a positive attitude, like he once said. Stop crying and wallowing in self-pity and get your act together.

You plop down awkwardly next to him on the couch with the folded clothes, only to turn and present them to him with a question. “Stay the night? Maybe we can share the bed like we did in college a few times when we’d all pile into one dorm room after a night of drinking?”

You try to make it sound innocent, but you yearn for his touch.

Your heart almost flips when he wordlessly agrees, grabbing the clothes out of your hand and letting you know he’s going to change.

Once Seungkwan has changed, you can’t help but giggle at the clothes on him. Your ratty t-shirt looks awfully cute as he models it for you, claiming “it’s the softest thing I’ve ever put on,” when you let him know he looks ridiculous.

Seungkwan pulls you into a bear hug when you continue to tease him, tugging you into an endearing embrace as you two giggle in unison.

It’s all too cute for you and it has you pulling away to prevent yourself from cracking again. Seungkwan seems to feel the same, clearing his throat before releasing you, and awkwardly peering at the ground beneath his feet.

“I’m pretty tired, I don’t know about you,” you fake yawn in between your words, “but I’m ready to go to bed.”

“Of course,” Seungkwan agrees, nodding promptly and following you to your room. “I’m pretty tired too.”

You slowly pull your sheets up, slipping beneath the warm comforter and looking at him expectantly.

“Are you sure you want me to sleep in your bed?”

“Why not? For old-time’s sake.”

Seungkwan nods again, seeming to be in deep thought as he slowly joins you under the covers, repeating what you had already said, “for old-time’s sake.”

Once again, it is all too natural the way his body finds yours, pulling you experimentally against his body. He’s so soft and so warm, and your skin is littered with goosebump with each warm breath of his against the shell of your ear.

You’re not sure if you can fall asleep, but you find yourself dozing off into the best rest you’ve had in weeks. With Seungkwan you’re not as stressed, he’s always had that effect on you even if he pushes your buttons and is a bit too nosy.

Maybe it was a bad decision inviting him into your bed because you only dream more about what you two could be, the damn cupid character haunting you even in your dreams.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re still wrapped tightly in Seungkwan’s arms, his rhythmic breathing continuing to send shivers throughout your entire body. Carefully, you shift in his hold, coming face to face with the boy you yearn so badly for.

You take him the soft swell of his cheeks, his adorable nose that you just so badly want to poke, and all the way to his plush lips - that if you so slightly leaned in closer, you could peck with your own.

You quietly gasp when Seungkwan’s eyes flutter open, crumbling in his grasp slightly as he groans before covering his face.

“Y/N,” he whines, and you can tell he’s pouting beneath his hand, “don’t look at me like that. Not this early in the morning.”

He’s peeking through his fingers at you now, noticing how your eyebrows raise questionably, but you opt to tease him, “are you being shy, Seungkwan? I didn’t expect Boo would be so shy in the morning.”

You poke at his sides, attempting to tickle him and continuing to tantalize the poor boy who’s wrapped up in your sheets with you, “what would 1-800-Cupid Boo offer as advice to someone so shy?”

Seungkwan irrevocably fights back, pinning your arms on each side of your body, feeling way more intimate than usual because of your proximity and setting.

Shit, there is that silence as you stare at each other again, but you could swear you could hear the pounding of your heart in your ears.

With that, you’re craning your neck up and crashing your lips against his. Fuck it – his lips feel all too perfect against yours, the buds molding together as he reciprocates just as much hunger and desire.

You should have known Seungkwan would be a whiney lover, shivers running down your spine as he moans into your mouth. You can’t stop yourself from bucking your hips up towards him, brushing your pelvis against the hardening bulge contained in his sweatpants as he becomes even whinier when you pull your lips away from his.

“Any advice, Boo? Anything you’d share on the 1-800-Cupid hotline?” You’re teasing him even though he has the upper hand, body steady over yours as he tries to chase your lips.

Seungkwan groans, growing old of your teasing and getting even more turned on by the second. “Shut up, you smartass. Just kiss me again, don’t ruin the moment.”

With that, you’re smiling and allowing him to reattach his lips to yours, granting him entry when he licks and nibbles at your bottom lip. You’re both whining messes, pathetic sounds being exchanged when Seungkwan grinds down after shifting his weight between your legs.

He’s already so needy, even when you two still have layers separating your most intimate parts. His grinds down so desperately against your clothed core, but you can already feel the heat building between you two as he continues to fight your tongue for dominance. You can feel how hard he is; you’re amazed how fast he was turned on just from an attempted tickle fight turned sexual.

You break your lips away from his once again, giving him access to the expanse of your décolletage when one hand keeps a single arm of yours pinned down, whilst the other travels to cup behind your neck, only encouraging you to reveal the delicate skin to him.

You let out a soft gasp when his teeth nip right below your ear, hand gripping the side of your neck even tighter. His lips are so warm and soft on your skin, you find yourself in a dizzy haze when he slowly starts undressing you.

Before you know it, you’re stripped down for him, delicate lips trailing all over your body as he hums and sighs in approval, removing his own clothes as well.

“Kwan, how are you already so hard?” You purr, your small hand wrapping around his brooding cock whilst he remains situated between your legs, making him shiver when your thumb trails over the tip and spreads his pre-cum further down the shaft. “Is this all for me?”

He whimpers as you continue to work at his shaft tantalizingly slow, bending over to now spread kisses from your collarbone down to your perk nipples. He has barely spoken, only humming ‘yes’ in response whilst suckling at your nipples. The feeling is so euphoric how slow and gentle he’s being with you, but you already need more.

He’s surely leaving bruised marks over the expanse of your chest. He seems lost in the valley of your breasts until your hand starts working a little faster, making him buck into your fist and let out a desperate sigh.

Seungkwan’s hands travel down your bare body, eyes scanning every part of your skin slowly and almost as if he is memorizing all the curves and little bumps along the way. You’d feel a little sheepish if it wasn’t for his constant praise.

“So pretty,” he hums, jerking into your touch and almost lost in the pleasure until he lets out a loud cry. “So perfect, but please stop touching me, baby. You’re going to drive me crazy.”

You oblige, but only because his eyes pour into yours, silently begging you to let him last. You’d like to see him beg, but that is for another day.

He’s kneeling between your legs now, fingers experimentally trailing between your thighs until they land at your core. You can see him shiver when you immediately react, especially when it’s very clear how wet you’ve become from your prolonged foreplay.

“So, so pretty,” he moans, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock, seemingly using all his self-restraint before he asks you his next question. “Do you have a condom, baby?”

You nod desperately, pathetically sighing when he pulls his tip away from your center, “in the top drawer. Please, Kwan, I need you now.”

He’s quick to pull the condom on, rolling the latex onto his shaft before finding his home between your legs yet again. He takes his time, running the bright red tip leisurely between your folds and spreading your wetness. Without warning, he lines back up with your core, sinking right in between your walls as if they were made perfectly for him.

Moaning in unison, Seungkwan’s body weight falls onto yours as he bottoms out, lips passionately finding yours to pull you into another heated kiss. You’re swallowing each other’s noises, breathing and heart rate becoming one as you soak each other in.

You need more, so you start to grind up into him, taking his perfectly sized cock even deeper. Seungkwan’s pulls away, leaving you both gasping as he pulls out just to snap his hips right back, drilling his length even deeper into you.

Everything had been so slow up until now, but Seungkwan’s quick to find his rhythm, hammering his cock between your walls with each harsh roll of his hips. The pleasure has you screaming, hands running up his shoulder blades to find purchase in his bedhead.

“Fuck, Kwan,” you cry out, “you feel so good.”

There’s a whirring sound, a grumbling coming from his chest as he agrees with you. It’s incredibly hot, especially when his voice still sounds whiney as he reciprocates the praise. “You feel so good, baby. You’re so warm and tight.”

You’re lost in each other, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other becoming drowned out by your whimpers and cries. His hands are warm around the nape of your neck, addicted to pulling you into desperate kisses as he continues to be sucked in between your folds, pussy clamping even tighter around his length with each direct hit to your sex.

You don’t want it to end, but you feel the tidal wave beginning to wash over you. Seungkwan can tell by the way your body begins to go limp, one leg hooking around his waist to keep him deep inside of you.

“Finish with me, Kwan. Please.” You mumble against his lips, hands grabbing at his shoulders as you try to keep your orgasm at bay.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungkwan coaxes, another accurate and deep roll of his hips pushing you both over the edge, the tidal wave of both your orgasms hitting you like a tsunami. “That’s it, come with me.”

Just like that, your both writhing and shaking in pleasure, back arching up to press your chest even tighter against his as your bodies and lips continue to mold. You can feel the throb of Seungkwan’s cock inside you, milking both of your orgasms until he reluctantly pulls out, body falling flat besides you as you both let out a sigh of delight.

“Good job, Cupid,” you sigh dreamily, rolling over to drink in his blushed features. “Was this your plan all along?”

Seungkwan lets out a joyous laugh, drawing you into a sweet kiss before ensuring you’re sated, absolutely prioritizing taking the upmost care of you after having you so early in the morning.

Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so bad after all. Maybe you really did want those chocolates and flowers in the window display. Maybe all it took was for Boo Seungkwan to meddle in your love life even after college for you to realize your life wasn’t so lackluster in love.

You’ve never felt more loved than when Seungkwan showed up at your door on Valentine’s Day, bouquet and chocolates balanced precariously in one hand, only to reveal what his other hand hid behind his back. A convenience store bag containing ramen and wine.

Life, adulting, and Valentine’s Day didn’t seem all too bitter with your own cupid back in it. Maybe, just maybe, you’d recommend the 1-800-Cupid hotline to those looking for some meddling in their love life.

#svthub #svthub.collab #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut

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Talk To Me

Nick Folio x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Angst and fluff are included.

Background - You're having a bad day, and you don't want to open up as you feel as though you don't want to be a bother, and you're scared to. Nick is on one of the last days of tour when he notices, so he tries texting you. You don't reply, and when he arrives home he finds you in bed. He tries talking to you, and you get stubborn. Eventually, you break down and he comforts you.

You've been struggling with your mental health for a while, and today was clearly your breaking point. A customer yelled at you at your job, and you just took it. When you got home, you broke down crying.

After you stop, you check your phone and see a text from Nick. He's asking how your day was but you don't have any motivation to reply at the moment, so you don't.

You get in bed, and just dissociate forgetting the world is a thing. Wondering if it even exists. You don't have work for the weekend, and you're glad to have days off.

A while later, you hear your phone go off again. You know you're making Nick grow concerned by not replying, but you just can't get the energy to pick up your phone and reply. It's too much work.

You end up falling asleep, having the worst dream imagineable. Basically shit you don't want happening in your life, ever.

On the other hand, Nick is growing concerned about you as the minutes go by.

You haven't replied to his texts in a few days, and this is not like you. You always reply to him, hence why this man is genuinely worried about you.

Because of this, he decided to come to your place tonight.

Currently, you were in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Second guessing if anyone actually likes you. If people are secretly talking shit behind your back.

You know it isn't actually true, but you can't help these thoughts.

The next thing you know, you hear someone unlocking the front door. Your eyes widen, and you turn around, shutting your eyes.

A few moments later, you hear your door open, then the light being turned on. This makes you groan.

"Is that really necessary dude." You say pulling the covers over you.

He walks to your side, and yanks the covers off of you. This results in you crossing your arms.

"Yes it is. Either I did something, or something is bothering you." He says.

"You didn't have to wake me up like that." You mumble.

"I'm worried babe." He says, getting on your side of the bed.

"It's nothing." You say turning around.

"If I give you your blankets back will you tell me? Please?" He says.

"Fine." You groan.

He pulls the covers over the both of you and turns you around.

Once you look at him, your eyes start to water. He pulls you close to him, and just holds you.

"Let it out, I'm here. It's okay." He says.

You start to cry, and you let it all out. After a while, you look up at him and say, "I love you."

"I love you too. Now what happened?" He asks, wiping your tears.

"Just my mental health being bad like usual, and on top of that I had a shitty day at work." You say.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've listened.." He asks.

"I was scared to, and I didn't want to be a bother.." You mumble.

"Listen to me, you are most certainly not a bother. You're not annoying either. Please don't be scared to talk to me." He says.

"Sorry.." You say softly.

"No, no apologizing. All I care about is if you're okay." He says.

"I'm a little bit better now that you're here." You reply.

"Is there anything you want to do, to help you feel better?" He asks

"I dunno, any suggestions?" You ask.

"Well, you could take a shower, and I could order us some food. Then we could lay here and watch some movies?" He suggests.

"We could do that." You say.

"I'll order us some food then. Anything specific you want?" He asks.

"Just my favorite." You say.

"Got it." He says.

"I'm gonna go shower now." You say, getting out of bed.

"Alright. Don't rush." He says, then smiles at you.

You smile back, and grab a change of clothes before walking to the restroom.

After you do what you need to do, you join Nick back in bed. A while later, the food comes and he walks out to go grab it. He then comes back with the food, and you both eat while watching a movie.

For the rest of the night, you cuddle and watch movies. Eventually falling asleep while the TV is on.

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #nick folio fic

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not-poignant · 5 months

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Hi Pia

I'm so sorry you've been experiencing difficulties recently. I'm sending all my love and light your way and hope you start to feel a little less shitty soon.

P.s - Do you mind sharing your tiktok so we can follow you there too? Or is it a private acc?

Lots of love to you <3

It's not private! It's just not updated very often. Overall I'm more active on Instagram. But neither are private. The Tiktok is very art-focused so it might not be what you're looking for. But it's also pretty harmless overall.

And thank you anon <3

The last few days I had to stop writing and like...quickly redo my schedule for December and cut it back a little, which always makes me sad, but I'm trying to conserve my mental health as well as my physical. I realised I met all the criteria for a pretty serious depressive episode late last week (I have, alongside severe PTSD, Major Depressive Disorder, which is the one that will kill me if I don't keep an eye on it -> though I'm happy to report I'm not like in a very like 'I don't want to live' space right now, I can just tell I'm feeling / experiencing a lot of the red flags that go in that direction), and if I don't act now, that tends to lead to pretty bad places.

So I've redone the schedule for December and that will come out likely on Friday or Saturday. And then I'll only be posting during January for half of the month, and not the whole month, and taking off two weeks re: posting. Hopefully these are the sorts of things which will head off me needing to go into hiatus because I desperately don't want to do that <3

I can already tell I'm doing a little better after being a lot firmer with some boundaries, and also just...with myself re: taking more time off. I wish I didn't feel so guilty about it? But that's not anyone's fault here, that's shit to work on with my therapist/s, lol.

Today I spent around 3 hours researching a response to an ask (whoops), and then realised - not through any one person's actions but a bunch at once - that I need to kind of stop engaging with facecast stuff (nothing wrong with facecasting, the problem is wholly on me there and I wish I'd seen that sooner and saved people some pain and saved me from some rudeness).

I put away the shopping (we have a really good grocery delivery system here which is great for my disabilities etc.), and had some raspberries, and put on the Christmas tree lights.

I was so tired at lunch that I could only manage a bowl of cereal (and couldn't eat breakfast. I think my therapist would be like 'why are you putting three hours of research into responding to something instead of focusing on eating food' but well, whoops? Lol. To be fair I thought it would be way easier to answer, but Tumblr's search function is SO broken).

I fed my wonderful cat, Maybe, and got some sleep in the afternoon and then did some writing (1,200 words) on Palmarosa. It's like 7.00pm right now, and I'm going to put up some chapter commentaries on Patreon and Ream.

Tonight I might do some watercolour art, and I'm hoping to finish Palmarosa tomorrow.

December is actually a hard time of year for me anyway. It's the month that has the most chronological / time-based triggers, and my therapists know this and I'm hearing a lot of 'how are you in the lead up to December' which is about to become 'how are you coping with December.'

I'm grateful for small pleasures. Like my dahlias are looking pretty awesome right now. Here's some photos of this week (some art I'm working on, Maybe being cute, or screm, dahlia, Christmas set up, T-Rex ornament, Santa Platypus ornament):

#asks and answers #personal #lots of love to you too anon i hope you like the photos #that pride blanket was crocheted by my mum #i never have a themed christmas it's just #20 years of collected decorations salfjkas

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leasstories · 27 days

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Letter six:

TW: Depiction of grief; after Eddie’s death

Letter 5 - Letter 7

April 30th, 1986

Eddie,

I don't even know why I am writing those lines. But I miss you, and I'm angry at everyone who treated you badly. I saw Mrs Cunningham at the store and she started badmouthing on you. You can't imagine how much that hurts. To hear words about your boyfriend, your lover than you know aren't true.

I have to find a way to make see how you really where, who you were deep down. I just can't the idea that people still hate you and you did everything in your power to save them...

They should be so fucking grateful. But the problem is that they don't know that. They don't know how you really left us nor why.

I've been feeling sick lately. I don't know what happening to me.

Anyways, I called Hopper this morning. I got a part-time job as a secretary for now. He didn't want to give me a full-time job because of my current mental state.

He already told me that if one day I didn't feel like going to work, I could skip and he'd still pay me. He is a sweetheart but I can't accept this.

Wayne's invited me to play poker this afternoon. He told me all about how you've stopped playing with him when you were 15. You know, he wished he had one last game with you. He told me you were good at it. I wasn't that good. I wish you could have taught me...

I didn't really answer, I still cannot talk about you, except to defend you. As for Wayne he can only do it when he's remembering something about you. It's hard to hear him talk about you, but I can't be selfish, he needs it and that's why I'll let him talk about you as much as he wants. Even though it hurts.

Wayne said he would stop by this afternoon.I really have to clean up the trailer... I never have the strength to do mundane tasks and the trailer is a real mess. You would tell me: "Sweetheart, you're worse than me." And you would have chuckled.

I really don't want Wayne to see how bad I'm doing. He is already there for me more than he should. Besides it would break his heart and the poor man already has to cope with your departure so I don't want him to have to cope with my shitty mental state.

I know he already sees I am not doing good, I just don't want him to see the extent of how bad I feel. I don't want to add this pressure on him. I don't want to become a burden.

Anyways, little genius finally finished writing the campaign. Even if it's hard I promised to him that I would read it so that's what I'm going to do right after writing this letter. I will tell you about everything about it tomorrow. But I'm sure it's gonna be good, as you always said, the kid's a genius, even though his ego is the size of the World Trade Center. I know you would have laughed at this joke. And called me a "smarty pants" but that's true ! Don't even try to argue with me on that !

Anyways, he gave me the campaign and I'll try reading today. They are going to play it on Friday. I can't watch it, I don't feel capable of doing so. I'm sorry Eddie, I know you want me to watch the campaign, I know you don't like the fact that I asked Dustin to kill off my character. But DnD without you makes no sense.

On a more positive note, I'm going out with Gareth and Jeff tonight. They said and I quote "we don't want to be sulking all alone in your house tonight so let's go The Hideout."

Gareth even added "please sneak some beers for me." Im not so fond of the idea but who am

I ? Definitely not his mom, so he'll get his beer. Don't worry, I'll supervise him.

The boys are missing you too you know. We're all missing you.

Eternally yours,

- Your sweetie

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson #the loneliest universe

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parkitaco · 1 year

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i need 33,36 and 12 with byler for mental health reasons

It's Christmas Eve, and there's a knock at the door.

Will is sprawled out on the couch, half-watching some Christmas special with Hopper sitting beside him smoking a cigarette that he occasionally holds out for Will to take a drag off of. Joyce is in the kitchen, bustling about making dinner, and every time she catches Hopper handing Will the cigarette she sends them both a disapproving look that Hopper returns with a shrug.

Will's in a bit of a mood, anyway, and he can tell Hopper notices, because he's being far less gruff than usual, sitting quietly with his cigarette and occasionally shooting Will indecipherable looks. And- okay, Will knows he's being a little ridiculous, but he's down, okay? It's his first time back home since starting college this fall, and the main appeal of Christmas had been getting to see one Mike Wheeler, who's at a different college a whole three states away, who he hasn't seen in almost three weeks now, who he misses something fierce even though, technically speaking, the two of them have survived much worse.

But then Mike had had too much work to do, too many things to study for, too many shifts to take at the diner he works at part-time, too many arguments with his parents to justify a trip home to see them, and he'd called Will with a heavy tone and informed him that I just don't think I can go back to Hawkins right now, I'm sorry, I love you, I'll see you soon, okay?

And now someone's knocking at the door, and Will can't bring himself to care who it is because he knows that it's not his boyfriend, and he doesn't much care about anything else right now.

Will glances half-heartedly toward the door, too comfortable in his petty melancholy to really want to get up. "Mom, someone's at the door," he calls, even though he's closer to the door, and he hopes that the pity his parents are feeling for him will extend far enough to excuse his vaguely shitty behavior. It's probably Jonathan or El, who are both scheduled to get in later tonight, but maybe one of their flights got moved up or something, and Will does want to see his siblings, he does, but he also really, really doesn't want to get up from the couch and they both have keys anyway, so surely they can fend for themselves.

Joyce appears from around the corner, drying her hands on a towel and glancing up at the clock on the wall. "Oh," she says, a small smile spreading over her face. "Could you get that, sweetie?"

Will frowns at her. "Do I have to?"

"We're watching something," Hopper agrees, and Joyce shoots him a look.

"Will, honey, I think it's for you," Joyce says, widening her eyes at Hopper meaningfully, and he stares back at her, unperturbed. "Can you get it, please?"

There's another knock, and Will squints at his mother as he lifts himself off of the couch and reluctantly heads for the door. The rest of the Party doesn't show up till tomorrow, he knows, all at staggered times and with various plans for the day. He probably won't get to see them for a couple days, what with family traditions and everything. Clearly, his mother is up to something.

Will opens the door, and immediately does a double take.

Mike Wheeler is standing on his doorstep, in all his six-foot-one, long-haired and dark-eyed glory, and he lifts his hand in a small wave, smiling evenly. "Hi."

Will whips around to face his mother, one hand gripping the doorjamb for dear life as he glances frantically back and forth between her and the boy on his doorstep. "Wh- how did you- what the fuck?" he splutters, cheeks reddening as he drinks in the sight of his boyfriend, here and present and all wrapped up in a winter coat that's three sizes too big for him, looking, quite frankly, like a complete idiot, but- he's Will's idiot.

Joyce grins, entirely pleased with herself. "Mike was upset about missing Christmas," she says, leaning one hip against the arm of the sofa like this is the most normal thing in the world, "So I offered him a place to stay for a couple days."

Will opens his mouth, then closes it again, turning back to Mike, who's grinning widely. "It was super last-minute," he tells Will quietly, shifting a little closer, "otherwise I would have told you, but I was just sitting in my dorm yesterday and it hit me all at once that I couldn't miss Christmas with you, especially not over something as stupid as my parents and school and shit, so I called your mom in a panic and we got me on a plane here and- oof," he cuts himself off as Will rockets into his arms, shoving his face into the crook of Mike's neck and throwing his arms around his waist. Mike laughs quietly, catching him easily and pulling him close, one hand in Will's hair as he kisses the side of his head.

"Hi," Will murmurs into his neck, voice muffled by the down of Mike's jacket, squeezing him as tightly as he can without hurting him. "Hi, I love you, I missed you, I'm so glad you're here."

Faintly, he makes out the sounds of Joyce saying something to Hopper, and the soft rustling of Hopper standing up from the couch and, presumably, following Joyce into the kitchen to give them some privacy.

"I missed you too," Mike whispers in Will's ear, and the feeling of his warm breath against his face, tactile and real and not static with interference from the phone, is enough for a few tears to leak out the corners of Will's eyes. "I missed you so much, you have no idea."

A giddy laugh bubbles up from Will's ribcage, and he bends his knees, arms shifting to lift Mike into the air, Mike's arms winding their way around Will's neck as he laughs good-naturedly. Will hugs him tighter, Mike's legs dangling off the ground, and spins him around once, enjoying the solid weight of Mike in his arms. "Will!" Mike yelps, clinging to him, "Will, baby, put me down, you're going to hurt yourself!"

This is probably true, and the magic of Mike's visit would be significantly marred by a trip to the hospital, so Will dutifully loosens his grip on Mike, letting him slide back down until his feet touch the ground. Mike smiles down at him, arms still around Will's neck, and Will reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of Mike's eyes, gentle and soft and relishing the warmth of Mike's face against his fingertips. He tucks the hair behind Mike's ear, leaving his hand resting gently on the side of his face, and swipes a thumb over Mike's jaw, smiling back at him.

"I love you," Mike says, voice honey-sweet and giddy with happiness, and Will wastes no time in pushing forward, pressing his lips against Mike's and feeling his smile against his mouth. Mike tugs him closer, still smiling like an idiot into the kiss, but Will can't blame him when he giggles softly against Mike's lips, overwhelmed and still not entirely sure he's not dreaming. But then Mike is nudging closer, opening his mouth and kissing Will open and slow, and Will sinks into the reality of him, sure it's not a dream because there's no way his brain could have predicted how good this would feel, having Mike in his arms again, his lips slotted against Will's.

Will pulls back a little dazedly, hands still on Mike's face, and he looks so beautiful, lips kissed red and cheeks pink from the cold, and Will's forgotten all about his melancholy when he has this work of art smiling down at him.

"You've been smoking," Mike observes, not particularly sounding like he minds, and Will rolls his eyes even as a smile tugs at his lips.

"Shut up, I was sad," he complains, shoving his face back into Mike's neck.

"Was I worth the surprise?" Mike asks softly, kissing the top of his head and winding a hand through Will's hair.

Will huffs a laugh, incredulous that he even has to ask, and he pulls back to stare up at Mike. "Yes," he says, grinning like an idiot, "Yes, you're worth- everything, I can't believe- yes."

"Good," Mike says, kissing the tip of Will's nose once, twice. "Do you think I could come inside now? It's fucking freezing outside."

"Oh, right," Will laughs, stepping away just enough to allow Mike into the house and watching with a warm feeling blooming in his chest as Mike shrugs off his jacket. Mike Wheeler is in his house. Mike Wheeler is here, beside Will, and it's Christmas, and Will is in love.

He can't help himself when he strides over to Mike and wraps himself around him, arms tight around his waist and at a slightly awkward angle, pressing his cheek into the fabric of Mike's sweater. Mike laughs, hands grasping at Will's arms where they're thrown around his waist, and Will takes a shaky breath, happiness seeping through every inch of his body.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he whispers, tilting his head until his chin rests on Mike's shoulder, peering lovingly up at him through his lashes, and Mike meets his eyes with a sappy smile, like he's thinking all the same things that Will is.

"Merry Christmas, Will."

#33 - tasting their smile #36 - lifting the other one up #12 - pushing a strand of hair behind their ear #i've been wanting to write this scene for soso long but it didn't fit w anything else i'm working on #and wasn't long enough for it's own fic #so thank u for letting me be entirely self-indulgent here #byler ficlet #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #established relationship #college byler again!! bc i love them #stranger things

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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I Got You

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: anon

Word Count: 664

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of harassment, mentions of a shitty boss

Summary: long day n hugs from Jack. That's it, that's the fic

A/N: it's Wings Wednesday!! And I actually posted something today!!

There was exactly one thing that got Y/N through the day. Kept the smile on her face - a shield against adults having a temper tantrum because of a messed up order (by themselves) - kept her hands from shaking when she pushed the sleazy fingers from her hips.

Jack promised to come over tonight. After her shift at the restaurant.

She had planned the whole night; first, she would pick up some take out on her way home, then she would shower and just barely have the time to get dressed and feel more like herself and then, finally, Jack would be there. They would he having lots of fun. Y/N promised herself that.

But as most things went, nothing happened according to plan.

When the front door closed behind her, it was approximately an hour later than she wanted it to be and her face was already hot from yet unshed tears.

A first sob bubbled up.

"Baby?"

Y/N jumped, hand clutching her keys.

But it was only Jack.

Sweet Jack, coming closer with hesitant steps, eyebrows furrowed in concern. He held out a hand as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch. "What's wrong?"

"I-" Y/N took a shaky breath, "it's - all those people - and-"

It was no use. Her throat was closing up again as the sneer of her boss replayed itself, his angry shouts echoing in her skull, rattling it from the inside. Y/N could still feel the hungry eyes burning her skin.

She couldn't take it, it was too much, but she needed the money and what was a hand up her skirt, really, it wasn't like it actually got bad bad -

"Y/N, please look at me." Jack still wasn't touching her. Just standing, hand extended palm upwards like one would do with a shy animal.

And she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him to comfort her, it was scary. Like a physical ache underneath her skin that only Jack could calm with his presence. His warm hands, his soft clothes, his careful words.

For once, Y/N gave in.

As soon as their eyes met, something inside of her loosened. A little bit like a knife being pulled out of a bleeding cut.

She all but fell forward, lucky enough to be caught.

"I got you," Jack whispered.

And he did. His arms around her waist were an anchoring weight, his body pressed close to hers seemingly the only solid, the only real thing in the world.

Then, completely unexpectedly, something else was placed around her body. At first, Y/N thought it was a blanket.

But it couldn't be, there was no room for Jack to have grabbed one. It was not as substantial as a blanket either. A warm whisper of light, of something incredibly soft and sheltering encased her.

With a start that stopped the tears for just a second, she realised what it was. Jack's wings.

It felt like a hug in a hug and at the same time like something sacred. Something Y/N had to savour.

"It's okay," Jack shushed her, his hands drawing circles on her back.

She hadn't even noticed that she was crying again, harder than before. Only when Y/N heard her own ugly sobs, she could start to get them under control. It was harder than she expected. "I'm sorry, I'm-"

"Shh." He merely pressed her closer, one hand on the back of her neck now.

So Y/N listened. Too tired to complain, really, too mentally drained. It felt good too, being held like that.

"You're gonna be okay."

Comforted, wrapped in safety, wrapped in Jack, Y/N allowed herself a few more moments of weakness.

He held her through it, only disturbance was the few moves he needed to maneuver them to the ground. His arms and wings remained tightly wrapped around her as Jack pulled her against his chest and in his lap.

With his steady heartbeat anchoring her, Y/N could finally breathe again.

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jcinkbabble · 2 months

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Yo Fox. Are you done now?

TW for self harm/suicide urges and alcoholism. If you can't handle that, please don't read.

There is a painful irony in making a blog like this, in order to call out the harassment campaigns harming people offline, only to be targeted by one myself. The past 24 hours have been pretty educational on just how people react to attempts to change things.

I think this ask perfectly exemplifies it. After a barrage of hate on Tattler, the messages in my inbox, and the asks I've gotten in less than 12 hours, I think making me "done" was the point.

But I am, yes, because after tonight, I need to put the people around me first.

I still believe in a space like this. I still believe in positivity, in change, in doing good. However, the result of just 12 hours was me almost breaking my sobriety. There are bottles of alcohol downstairs right now that I want, that would numb the pain of this. But I am almost 2 years sober, and I fought to stay this way, so I will. The result of the past 12 hours is me remembering where every knife is in this house, and knowing what I could do with them. But I swore off self harm years ago, so many I've lost track, and I won't break that now. And finally, the result of the last 12 hours is knowing exactly how many ways I could kill myself, so no one in this house would have the ability to save me.

To the people sending me threats, wishes of harm, and gleeful desires that I suffer... Y'all are just not okay, are you? I know that pain. I remember being on top of the world, the one doing the hurting, the accusations. It felt good. It made the pain I felt go away, but only when I won. So I had to keep "winning". Which, really translates to just hurting people. Over and over and over until everyone's scared of me, and I feel powerful.

Then I realized that's a shitty fucking high to chase, and all.

I know I made myself a target. I did this to myself. I have no problem accepting that. I'm stubborn, headstrong, and want to make a change for good. I believe honest discussion can make positive change. I still do believe that, but I'm not gonna sit here and continue to let myself and others be harmed for that change.

Yes, anon, I am done now. I know you feel proud of this. I know this is a victory for you. You never really understood that I was never unreachable. You saw me in IC. You knew me. You could have messaged me, talked to me. You could have approached me with your concerns, your frustrations, any response to anything I've said. You chose Tattler, then acted like you had no choice but to sling hate there and in my inbox. Like I made you do that.

But I can tell you right now, not a single one of you has ever approached me about the things said on Tattler tonight, or in my inbox. My first and only intro to the issues an anon stranger has with me, were hate. Hate vitriolic enough to put me on the phone with a crisis line, hate vitriolic to make someone who has endured quite a bit of trauma, flinch this hard. I'm pretty sturdy, but tonight reminded me of the power of hate. Of malice, of gleefully inflicting pain.

You didn't want anything but to drive me - someone you've never interacted with - off the internet and keep Tattler open. I hope you can admit it to yourself. And maybe ask why you chose that route.

I have people relying on me offline. As much as I love the idea of this blog, and want to change things, I can't put them on the backburner for it. And I can't risk my own mental health like this, because they rely on me. Like I told someone else recently, don't stick your hand on the hot stove. You know you're just going to be burned. It's not worth it.

Maybe this blog will make a comeback. Maybe not. Who knows? Maybe some of y'all will make your own, and do a hell of a lot better than I ever did. But if you wanted to make me ashamed, scared, and small, I'm sorry. You failed.

I'm not ashamed. I'm not afraid of you. And if you want to talk to me, I'm right here. Fox Lokison, friends. Come have a chat. I'll still be around, chatting about things. But you'll have to come off anon to actually reach me.

I've posted the last of the positive asks so y'all can reblog and interact with them, because I feel like they're discussions worth having. The people coming here to do good should get their chance at being heard. Turning off anon asks now, though. For all the decent asks, there's multiple bad ones.

To Tattler - your blog has hurt a lot of people. And while I know some of your followers think it's deserved, tonight I almost took my life over the crime of opening a blog criticizing your blog, because of the hate you allowed on your platform, and the people coming from it, into my inbox. I do wonder what crime would have deserved that end. I wonder what you'll do if your blog does push someone past the threshold.

Let's hope none of us find out.

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 30

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2280

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Namjoon

Hey [y/n]

Hope you and Mina are having fun!

When do you think you'll be back?

You

I'm actually crashing at her place tonight!

We have female plotting to do

Yoongi

against who

You

Not you guys, don't worry ;)

Jin

Ahem, who would you be plotting for if not for us?

Jimin

It's not Dongmin, is it?

Hobi

What????

You

Oh my god

It's for MINA, not me

How would I even have the mental energy for anyone else

Let alone the physical endurance

Jimin

I can help you work on that ;)

You

Omg

Namjoon

Not in the group chat

Please

Taehyung

You can't blame us if all we can think about is you

You

OMG

Yoongi

smooth

You

Sup bois this is Mina

[Y/n] just choked on her drink and then went to the bathroom

Namjoon

Is it okay for you to be on her phone?

You

I own her more than you ever will

Anyway if you guys fuck up with her

Jackson will be the least of your worries

Hobi

Guys… I'm scared

Jungkook

I won't!!!

You

Oh you're fine JK

Keep up the good work

It's the other fucks I'm talking about

Jungkook

You

Jin you're okay too

For now

Jin

You have a discerning eye

You

This discerning eye likes Gucci

Jin

Duly noted

You

Oh she's coming back

Anyway I'm stealing her tomorrow too

Not sorry

Byeeeeee xoxoxoxoxo

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Yoongi

she's pretty cool

Jackson

Two days!

You

I know!!

You're still gonna come over for dinner, right?

Jackson

Wouldn't miss it!

Plus I need to talk to Namjoon about something

You

Wow so you're coming over for Joonie, not for me

Jackson

Since when do you call him Joonie?

You

I'm shopping with Mina btw!

Doesn't she look cute?

Picture attached

Jackson

You

She thinks it makes her look slutty

I think she looks great though

What do you think?

~~~~~

Jackson

They're great

I mean she's great

I mean she looks great

I have to go

You and Mina burst into laughter as the two of you read your brother's texts on your phone, and your friend's breasts almost burst out of the ridiculous dress she had tried on. Honestly it was barely worthy of being called clothing, but it had served its purpose.

"I told you," you said in smug tones. She rolled her eyes, but the giant smile on her face was telling.

"Hey you have no room to talk," she responded, crossing her arms and somehow emphasizing her chest even more. Instead of deigning to give her completely correct statement a response, you pretended to be poked on the eye by one of her nipples. She snorted and swatted your head before heading back into the changing room.

"Well now I feel more confident in your plan," she called through the door.

"Dude I've never seen you this insecure around a guy, what gives?" you asked. She didn't respond until she came out again, wearing her regular clothes. The look she gave you was mildly incredulous.

"I mean besides the fact that he's like the most beautiful person I've ever seen?" she asked in tones of disbelief. You rolled your eyes a little. Like sure, your brother was objectively a good-looking person, but come on. She rolled her eyes back, then her voice went a little quieter. "Besides, you're my best friend. You're more important to me. So if the dynamic with all three of us got weird… or things didn't work out…"

Mina words trailed off uncertainly, and you cooed and pounced on her in a giant bear hug. She laughed and hugged you back just as fiercely.

"Awwww you're the sweetest," you squealed happily, rubbing your cheek all over hers. "We're all adults, and even if things don't work out, it's not like either of you would do anything shitty to make it weird. Besides, you're closer to me than a sister anyway."

Your best friend beamed and squeezed you even tighter, making you wheeze. How were her skinny arms somehow stronger than Jungkook's? Maybe you should actually use that stupid gym membership. Hah. Not.

"Okay!" she announced, releasing you right before you passed out from oxygen deprivation. "Let's find the perfect 'oh I just dropped by to say hi, not to seduce you, but also please fuck me and then marry me' outfit."

"That is very specific. But we'll do it."

~~~~~

Taehyung

I miss you

You left before I got home from work yesterday :(

You

Aw Tae <3

Taehyung

What are you up to right now?

You

Shopping!

Taehyung

For that female plotting?

You

You guessed it :)

Taehyung

Could I join?

I just got off work

I want to hang out with you <3

You

Mina says you are allowed to join us

Location attached

It didn't take long for the boy to arrive, and to your delight, he came bearing two iced coffees. He handed one to Mina first, which was surprising. She nodded to him approvingly, and he perked up like a puppy. You pouted and reached for your own, but he held it teasingly out of reach and tapped his cheek with his free hand cutely. Giggling, you kissed him while Mina pretended to throw up into her plastic cup.

Taehyung

Yay you're close! I'll be there in 5

"You are now officially a whore for coffee," your best friend deadpanned, making you snort and shrug as you took a large slurp from your straw.

"Guess I'll be working at the cafe for the rest of my life then," teased Taehyung, smiling so sweetly that you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment. Mina laughed and patted the boy on the head, oddly saying "you're almost off probation," but before you could ask what it meant, she was dragging the two of you to the next store over.

As it turned out, Taehyung was an amazing shopping partner. He had a knack for spotting items that neither of you would immediately choose, but ended up looking fantastic. And he was surprisingly candid about what didn't work, without being rude or putting either of you down. Having him along was actually just as much fun as being with Mina alone.

You didn't tend to buy that many new clothes for yourself unless you were with Mina, so other than that pre-gala splurge with Jin you hadn't actually gone clothes shopping with any of your roommates. Or should you call them something else now? Technically only Jungkook was properly your boyfriend, the rest were… lovers? Paramours? Why was twenty-first century dating so vague?

Shaking the thought out of your head, you gave a thumbs up when Mina strutted out of the dressing room in a dress picked by Taehyung. For as weirdly specific and unlikely as her outfit specification had been, it was perfect. It was a flirty sundress, fitted enough on top to draw attention to her ample assets but still somehow casual and unassuming.

"Taehyung. Congratulations. You have completed your time and you are now officially in my good books," Mina announced, making him beam happily. You narrowed your eyes.

"Wait, Mina, did you - "

Before you could ask if she had gone momma bear mode on your roommates, her phone rang. Groaning at the caller ID, she made an apologetic face at you and answered, walking a ways away.

"As a reward, do I get to hear more about this female plotting?" asked Taehyung curiously. Adorably, he had reached to tangle his pinky with yours, and the innocence of the action was somehow more intimate than if he had grasped your entire hand.

"Hmm, well you are better at keeping your mouth shut than Jimin," you mused, smiling at the boy. He winced, remembering all the times his best friend let things slip. "It's to distract Jackson when we tell him that we're… whatever we are."

"What do you mean 'whatever we are'?" he asked with a pout, a cute scrunch in his brows.

"I mean, it's sort of an unorthodox situation. Plus none of us have really defined anything, the only one who's asked me to be his girlfriend is Kookie."

Despite the fact that there was no bitterness or passive-aggression in your tone, Taehyung's eyes went wide as he realized that what you said was true.

"[Y/n], you're so special to me. To all of us. I hope we didn't make you feel like you aren't," he said earnestly, cupping your cheeks in his hands. You thought you might melt into a puddle at the sincerity in his gaze.

"Hey, I could have asked too. I'm a strong independent woman," you joked, rewarded by the way Taehyung's eyes sparkled. "I just really do think the whole situation probably warrants a group discussion, I just figured we'd all talk about it tonight when we figure out the whole Jackson dinner situation."

The boy nodded in agreement, but before he could say anything else, Mina stomped back with a scowl on her face.

"Fucking three people called out of work and my manager asked me to come in," she said with a sigh. "I have to bounce because he offered time and a half."

You winced, knowing that the restaurant she worked at was a pain even fully staffed. But the tip money was good, and time and a half plus a less split tip pot was too good of a deal for her not to pass up. Taehyung, understanding the pain of being a shift worker, grimaced in commiseration.

"We should probably go too," you agreed. "It's probably close to time for our house strategy session, anyway."

"Are you actually going to tell them about the plan, or let them sweat?" asked Mina with a snort, and Taehyung laughed at the idea.

"I haven't decided yet."

~~~~~

As it turned out, you were a total simp and couldn't bear to see Namjoon so stressed out. Thus the plan tumbled out of your mouth within minutes of the house meeting. It was worth it though, for those dimples to hit you full blast.

"That - that might work, actually," he said happily. "He's actually mentioned Mina before, I think he feels like a creep for liking his little sister's best friend."

"I figured it was something like that," you said with a roll of your eyes.

"So we have that out of the way, but what do we actually tell your brother?" asked Jungkook, settling his chin on your shoulder.

"Wait before that, how come [y/n] is sitting on Kookie's lap instead of mine?" whined Jimin, pouting at the two of you. The youngest smirked at him.

"Boyfriend privileges," he responded smugly, tightening his arms around your middle and hugging you closer possessively. You watched as lightbulbs flickered into life above the heads of the other house members. Before they could panic like Taehyung had earlier, you spoke up.

"That's another reason for this meeting, actually. Like. How do we define this? Do we need to define this?"

"Well you know that given the chance any of us would wife the shit out of you," said Jin bluntly, making you blush when the others immediately nodded in agreement. "But since that's illegal, I call eldest privileges on marriage." He gracefully caught the pillow that Jimin threw at his face.

"O-okay, that is a conversation for much further down the line," you stammered, face suddenly on fire. "What I mean for now is… sh-should I call all of you guys my boyfriends if someone asks? What do we tell people? I don't necessarily care what others think, but I also don't want to deal with anyone treating me differently or poorly because they think I'm a skank or something."

"You can call me anything you want," said Yoongi with a smirk that mellowed into something sweeter with his next words. "I'm yours either way."

The others echoed similar sentiments, and if Jungkook hadn't been holding you you would already have found a blanket or a pillow to hide your face in. How else was your heart supposed to handle all of these amazing men professing their affections for you at once? Even one or two at a time had been enough to make your chest want to explode, all seven concurrently was a serious risk to your physical health.

"You guys too," you muttered into your hands, which had risen to cover your face.

"So we'll tell Jackson that we're all very serious about making this work, which we are," said Namjoon, drawing the attention back to him. You shot him a grateful look, and he returned a dimpled smile. "Preferably before he tries to murder us, but we have Mina on standby in case that happens."

"Remind me to get her something nice," Jin murmured to Hobi, who nodded vigorously in agreement. The room took on a lighter air as the big topics were out of the way, and it was impossible not to laugh as the boys began to speak like secret agents on a mission. They were just all so cute.

You knew it wasn't all going to be sunshine and rainbows - even a relationship with just one person was bound to get tricky at times. Compound that by seven and things could get messy, especially adding jealousy into the mix. It wasn't like you wanted to have to come up with some weird schedule to divide everyone's time equally amongst each other either. Still, the boys clearly loved each other as much as you, and the open communication with everyone was a good start. Things would work out.

As long as everyone survived tomorrow's dinner with Jackson.

~~~~~

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