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toodivineforhumanmind · 4 years

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chapter 7 - there’s no one like you, sava

SATURDAY

14:35

Eva What time r you guys gonna hit the party?

Silvia Around 21? Me and Fede were gonna get together and pregame around 19, you guys wanna come?

Sana I’m good, I’ll probably be late to the party anyways. Gotta do something with my mom.

Eva Where are you pregaming?

Fede My place, mom and dad are in Venice for the wknd.

Eva What about Ele?

Eleonora I’m good too, I have a ton of school stuff before I get to the party.

Silvia Ok, that’s chill.

Silvia Brb, gotta go raid my closet to find something to wear.

Fede Ugh, same. Crisis incoming.

SATURDAY 20:56

Filippo stopped his car in front of Edoardo’s grand house, his eyes gazing over the house approvingly. There were people standing on the front lawn of the house, some of them smoking cigarettes under the night sky, and the open doors of the house emitted a warm glow. Eleonora hopped out of Filippo’s car, but before she could slam the door shut, her brother said:

“Hey, I don’t know why you’ve been feeling so down for a few days, but promise me you’ll try to have fun?” Filo’s voice was full of concern, his eyes sympathetic. It was clear that he was trying to detect any clues of Eleonora’s thoughts on the girl’s face, but there were none to be found.

Eleonora nodded, adjusting the bag on her shoulder in an attempt to avoid eye contact with her brother. “I promise, Filo. I’m fine.”

Filippo’s eyes on her were knowing, and for a moment he hesitated as if there was still something to say. But instead he smiled, nodded and gestured for his little sister to go, his smile wavering only for a second. Eleonora slammed the door shut and followed Filippo’s car with her eyes until it was out of view, stalling on the moment she would actually have to turn and face everyone - especially Edoardo - at the party that was clearly already raging on. A few people were already greeting Eleonora before she even reached the house itself; some of the faces were familiar friends of Edoardo’s, some of them complete strangers. But they all knew who she was.

“Ele!” Eva crashed onto Eleonora as soon as she stepped, her arms wrapping around the girl. Eva was wearing a pair of shorts over her bikini, her hair still damp from the chlorine water. Eva smelled of alcohol, chlorine and a fragrance that Eleonora had learned long ago to associate to her; it was a sweet scent, somewhat fruity and bubbly. Just like Eva herself.

Eleonora pulled back from her friend’s embrace. “Hi! How’s it going?”

Eva spread her arms and spun around in a drunken manner, giggling as she did so. “Amazing! It’s been so much, Federico threw me into the pool!”

Eleonora turned her gaze to the other side of the crowded livingroom, where Federico and Chicco were loudly playing a game of cards, surrounded by a curious crowd of intoxicated teenagers. Even Silvia and Sana were following the progress of the game, the blonde girl clutching a half-empty bottle of wine in her left hand. Loud music was emitting from the glass doors that led to the backyard, where the majority of the party was obviously happening - it was a pool party, after all.

For the first time in a while Eleonora felt nervous at the thought of seeing Edoardo, but she didn’t protest when Eva grabbed her by her arm and started leading her across the crowd, slipping through the masses of people like it was her second nature. “Eleonora, you have to come swimming with us!”

Eleonora shook her head at Eva as they stepped outside, the warm night air caressing their faces. “No, I… Totally forgot my bathing suit at home.”

Music was blasting from a large set of speakers, and the pool was filled with drunken people moving their bodies to the beat, there were couples making out in the water, there were girls dipping their toes into the pool. And then there was Edoardo, shirtless, immersed in conversation with a bunch of friends. Eleonora stood there for a second, frozen, trying to decide whether to continue her little effort of completely avoiding the boy, who she had barely said a word to after their little scene on the roof terrace of Eleonora’s apartment.

But before Eleonora could come to a conclusion, Edoardo looked up, his eyes setting immediately on Eleonora. A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes lit up in the slightest, most warming way possible. But just as fast it had appeared, the expression was gone. Edoardo turned back to his friends, said a few words to them and then turned back to Eleonora. Eva’s eyes were curiously jumping between her and Edoardo as the boy made his way up to them, his expression stern when he stopped in his tracks right in front of Eleonora, so close that she swore she could almost taste the chlorine on Edoardo’s skin.

“Hi,” Edoardo said, his eyes hard on Eleonora’s.

Eleonora felt breathless. “Hey.”

Eva looked like a frightened child left in the middle of their parent’s argument, leaning backwards on her heels when she caught the cold expression in Edoardo’s eyes. Eleonora could see Eva gaze glossing over the crowd until she spotted Elias sitting on the edge of the pool. “Guys, I gotta go say to Elias,” the redhead said, her care-free voice so artificial it almost made Eleonora chuckle. “I’ll catch you later, though!”

Edoardo waited until Eva was far enough not to hear them before he said anything. His hand reached for Eleonora’s almost instinctively, his fingers brushing at hers. “I missed you.”

Eleonora felt like there was not one single coherent thought in her heard when Edoardo was looking at her like this, his fingers still caressing the skin on her palm like it was the most natural thing for him to do. There was a worried look twisting his usually carefree features, and Eleonora felt so guilty that it felt nearly impossible to maintain the eye contact Edoardo was so desperately seeking. Eleonora brushed a lock of hair behind her own ear, shrugging. “Sorry, I uh… Got really caught up with school. It’s crazy how much homework piles up once you have actual friends to hang out with.”

Edoardo was not dumb. He caught the artifical tone of lightness in Eleonora’s voice, he heard how desperately the girl was trying to make a joke out of the entire situation. Edoardo gave the girl a half-assed smile to giver her some peace of mind, and it seemed to work - something in Eleonora’s posture changed, and it looked like she released a breath she had been holding in for minutes. “Okay, I get it.”

They both were lying, and they both knew it. There was a hint of blame in Edoardo’s eyes, and there was a hint of a secretive shame in Eleonora’s, but neither said anything about it. It had always been better to brush things under the mat in Edoardo’s experience, so he figured that Eleonora would not be any different. Maybe it was useless to try to figure things out with her - maybe it just freaked her out. Maybe she needed some time.

Time. The only thing that Edoardo and Eleonora were seemingly running out of. Fuck. Edoardo felt pain in his chest when he remembered Eleonora’s strange message: Fine. But after that we tell everyone that we’re over. The girl had put a clock on their time together, and the clock was running on its last hours. And even the thought of that felt somehow painful to both of them, yet neither knew nothing of each other’s feelings.

“You wanna go swimming?” Edoardo asked, desperate to break the heavy moment between the two.

Eleonora shook her head again. “I forgot to bring my bathing suit.”

Edoardo laughed, and this time there was truth in the gesture. “You forgot to bring a bathing suit. To a pool party.”

“Well, you know me,” Eleonora said, her tone nearly playful this time. “I’m all over the place.”

Edoardo smiled tenderly, turning his gaze to the sky with a laugh. “Yes you are, Sava.”

23:58

The party had gotten only louder the past hours, and even Eleonora had gotten to the same, festive mood as her friends around her. The girl was sitting on the backyard lawn with Eva, the two of them slightly detached from the rest of the party so that they could hear each other speak - and though they were sitting on the edge of the lawn, Eleonora swore she could still feel the bass of the music in the back of her teeth. She took a sip of her beer, her eyes peeled on the city lights below them. If there was something Eleonora loved about Edoardo’s house, it was the view; the slight hill the neighbourhood was situated on offered an amazing view across Rome, and it was only better at night.

Eva next to her looked thoughtful, her fingers fidgeting with the glass bottle. “So, how are things with you and Edoardo?”

It was a simple question, but Eleonora didn’t know how to answer. She tore her gaze off of the city, taking an extended sip of her beer - the alcohol was humming in her bloodstream, making everything warmer, safer. And suddenly, as if it were the most natural thing, Eleonora felt the absolute need to confess the truth to her best friend who was now eyeing her with a worried look in her eyes. Eleonora opened her mouth, but it felt like the words were getting stuck to the back of her throat, suffocating her.

“Ele?”

The brunette took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “We’re faking it.”

“What?” Eva asked, confused.

“We’re faking it,” Eleonora repeated, turning her gaze to the redhead beside her. “The relationship is fake, we’ve been pretending for like a month. Edoardo wanted to make his ex jealous and I wanted to get the opportunity to meet new friends at school.”

Eva stared at her, clearly waiting for the girl to burst into drunken laughter. The moment never came, and the redheaded girl kept opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to give Eleonora something to hold on to - some kind words, some consolation, anything. But what the hell was she supposed to say. “Oh.”

“I’ll just pretend that this isn’t the weirdest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eva continued, shaking her head. “Well, how long are you guys gonna go on?”

“Today’s the last day,” Eleonora stated, her voice almost cold. “I told Edoardo that we’re done.”

“But why?” Eva asked her best friend, taking a long sip of her beer.

“It’s nothing,” the brunette lied, avoiding Eva’s eye contact.

“You’re full of shit, Sava.”

Eleonora hesitated, as she knew that there was no point in lying to her friend. Eva had gotten to know her so well that it’d just be insulting to continue lying to her and pretend like the girl didn’t know the truth. And besides, why wouldn’t she tell Eva? She had already told some of the truth to her, so there really was no point in withholding the rest of the story from the redhead.

“Well… I’m just so confused. Edoardo’s still hung up on Elena, and I’m yet one of the girls that fell for the Incanti charm just to get nothing back,” Eleonora huffed out, shaking her head. She took a sip of her beer. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Listen, Eleonora,” Eva started, putting her beer bottle between her feet to prevent it from tipping over. “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve been doing the past month, but clearly you have not been seeing any of the obvious signs around you. Edoardo likes you, girl. I can tell by the way he looks at you - like he’s trying to figure you out, and he quite can’t, but he’s just enjoying the fact that you’re there.”

Eleonora couldn’t help a slight smile from climbing up her lips, and she turned her gaze to the grass to hide it from Eva. The girl continued: “So I’d say if there’s anyone who stupidly fell for someone who doesn’t like them back, it’s not you. It’s Edoardo.”

There was a certainty in Eva’s words, and whether it was the alcohol in Eleonora’s system or something else, Eleonora felt slightly more confident. “You think he likes me?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Eva said, truthfully. “He’s probably just waiting for a sign. He’s a respectable guy after all, not one to jump a girl who gives no indication that they’re interested in him. Though I doubt that there have been many girls in his path that have not been interested.”

03:45

It wasn’t even four in the morning when Eleonora woke up in one of the guest bedrooms, still fully clothed. The girl scrambled up from the bed, noticing that Eva, Fede and Silvia were laying on the bed, as well. No wonder it had been uncomfortable - the bed was barely big enough for two people. Eleonora made her way out of the bedroom barefoot, closing the door quietly in attempt not to wake up her friends. She made her way down the hallway and back to the livingroom, where many people were passed out on the couches, some of them still clutching half-empty bottles. It was still dark outside, the night air in the backyard illuminated only by the lights in the pool.

Eleonora walked to the backdoors, avoiding the empty beer bottles, cups and the occasional human being lying on the wooden floors, careful not to wake up anyone. The chlorine-scented night air felt good on Eleonora’s burning skin, and for a minute she considered whether it was too late to call Filippo to pick her up - maybe he was awake, it was the weekend, after all. Though if he were awake at this hour, it was more likely that he was in no condition to drive, as he had mentioned a new club opening in Trastevere. Fuck.

Edoardo’s voice pierced the silence, making Eleonora jump. “You’re awake.”

Edoardo was sitting on the steps that led to the pool, submerged in water up to his chest. His arms were spread on the edges of the pool, a cigarette between his fingers. There was a bottle of vodka and an ashtray on the edge of the pool, close enough for the boy to reach - clearly he had taken advantage of the party dying down to have a moment of his own, as Edoardo had never been to person to fall asleep early. It was something Eleonora had learned over the course of their weeks together, through countless of late night text messages and hang outs.

“Yeah,” Eleonora admitted eventually, walking to other side of the pool. She sat down on the edge, putting her feet in the warm water. Edoardo followed her with his lazy gaze, frowning as Eleonora seemed to sit down as far away from him as possible.

“Are you okay?” Eleonora asked eventually, forcing herself to look at Edoardo. The blue light illuminated his features beautifully, colouring him in a completely new way. The light bounced off of his eyes, and Eleonora couldn’t look away.

Edoardo took one last drag of his cigarette before stumping it onto the ashtray. “I’m good. You know, though I was pretty fucking surprised that all of a sudden you wanted us to end this.”

There was such a deep hurt in his voice that Eleonora nearly flinched - it was like a knife thrown right across the pool. The girl turned her gaze back to the surface of the water, suddenly feeling the burn of Edoardo’s disappointment. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me? Elena’s so damn jealous that for a moment I thought that she might actually kill me.”

Edoardo sighed, throwing his head back to look at the stars. “You know, for such a smart person you can be really fucking dense sometimes, Sava.”

“What?” Asked Eleonora, her voice sharp.

“This has nothing to do with Elena anymore,” Edoardo stated, looking at Eleonora again. “At least not for me.”

“What do you mean?” The girl asked again, suddenly feeling extremely nervous under Edoardo’s gaze.

“You know what was the only thing I cared about tonight? The only reason I was so excited?” Edoardo asked and paused like he wanted to give his words more weight. “You. I got to see you. And that was all I could think about all damn day. And you know what that means?”

Eleonora shrugged, a smile twitching at her lips. “You have severe problems with concentrating?”

Edoardo rolled his eyes and splashed some water, though it did not reach Eleonora on the other edge of the pool. “You are impossible.”

A wider smile twitched at Eleonora’s features, and for a brief moment Edoardo was relieved. They fell into a silence that felt somehow fragile, like the slightest of sounds could break it. Edoardo wanted to break it. He wanted to shatter it, he wanted to say every single thing that had been keeping him up for days, he wanted Eleonora know how he felt. The words kept getting stuck in his mouth, and after a few moment he gave up, turning his gaze to the side. And that’s when Eleonora started moving.

The girl pulled off the long cardigan she had borrowed from Silvia, leaving only the white, simple dress she had worn to the party. For a moment she hesitated on something. Seconds passed, and Edoardo swore every last one of them felt like eternity. And when Eleonora dropped into the pool, Edoardo couldn’t tear his eyes off of the girl.

“Uh. You’re coming in. In your dress,” Edoardo said, stalling on the words like he was trying to figure out the sight in front of him.

Eleonora shrugged as she made her way closer to the boy, the water getting more shallow as she got closer to Edoardo. “I didn’t bring my bathing suit, remember?”

Eleonora didn’t stop until she was close enough to Edoardo to touch him; she stood there, shivering in the cool night air, the weight of her soaked dress pulling her down. She looked beautiful even then, the blue light dancing on her features, creating shadows on her eyes. Edoardo sat there on the stairs looking at her, and suddenly it felt ridiculous that they were so far apart.

Eleonora took a deep breath. “Hi.”

A wide smile spread across Edoardo’s features, lighting up his eyes. His right arm reached for Eleonora under the water, wrapping around her waist. Slowly he pulled Eleonora to his lap on the stairs, his eyes locked on hers. His voice was rough when he whispered: “There is no one like you, Sava.”

Eleonora’s hand made its way to the back of Edoardo’s neck. She felt breathless as she sat there, looking at him, close enough to feel his cool breath tickling at her skin. Edoardo’s left made its way to her waist, securing his grip on her like he was scared Eleonora would disappear from under his touch. Eleonora’s eyes on him were gentle, and though her hand was shaking - from nervousness? - as she brushed a runaway curl from Edoardo’s eyes, there was a certainty in her eyes that she had lacked before. Something had changed in her, something in the way she looked at Edoardo, her lips so close he could almost feel them brushing against his own.

And that’s when Edoardo kissed her, making Eleonora gasp against his lips. It was slow at first, careful. Edoardo’s arms around her were secure but gentle, and the kiss on his lips so intoxicating it felt ridiculous that it had taken him almost four weeks to finally give into the feeling that had been driving him insane for days on end. The kiss started deepening when Edoardo felt Eleonora’s hand sliding from the back of his neck to his jaw, her small hand cupping his face.

“What?” Edoardo asked, breathless, when Eleonora pulled away a mere few inches.

Eleonora shook her head, smiling. “Nothing.”

Slowly, their lips crashed again. Edoardo’s arms let go of Eleonora’s waist and wrapped around the girl, pulling her so close she could feel Edoardo’s racing heartbeat against her own. The water splashed around them from the sudden movement, and Eleonora giggled the most adorable laughter against Edoardo’s lips, making his heart jump ever so slightly. How had it taken him so long to get here? How was it possible that he had wasted these past weeks not kissing Eleonora? Fuck.

She was the best thing he had ever felt, and if Edoardo could have frozen this moment, at four in the morning, and live it forever, he would have.

chapter 1 - this will sound dumb

chapter 2 - we need rules

chapter 3 - we’re in this mess together

chapter 4 - just don’t do anything i wouldn’t

chapter 5 - so fucking special

chapter 6 - it’ll mess everything up

#incantava #skam italia #skamit #skam #skam italy #eleonora sava #edoardo incanti #edoardo x eleonora #eleonora x edoardo #skamit fanfic #skam italia fanfic #skam fanfic #skam au

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bwazeups-blog · 5 years

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shit said in one of my discord server sentence starters v1

“Playing All Star on my way to hell”

“I wanted to make fun of stupid people while i get drunk. my two true passions.

“what”

"My dad spent $15 on a piece of butter shaped like a turkey and we were all making fun of it so much he cried"

"Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit."

"no thanks, ive seen into your mind and it's honestly terrifying. i dont need to ask"

"The masses will rise and overthrow the shackles of capitalist oppression."

"what's a succ and where do i get it?"

"IM A BACKLINER ILL GET MY ASS CLAPPED BEFORE I CAN CHARGE MY HYDRA ON THE TOWER"

“Moo”

“I SHOWED YOU MINE NOW SHOW ME YOURS”

“A”

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“Holy SHITBALLS

“This is my fight garden. where everyone just comes to fucking fight.”

“reminder that when i say gamers should be oppressed sonicfox is in no way included”

"tfw you kinkshame yourself so much you write a holy book about it"

"That's Sony's issue, not my problem."

"could someone please throw me into the void. i am ready."

“Bitch”

"i miss the days when people would discreetly cough blood into their handkerchiefs instead of everyone always trying to be this season’s Little Miss Tuberculosis"

"please don't do that"

"FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS!"

“E”

“>.>”

“please order corn”

“thanks for fuking me <name>”

“<name>, what’s a hen-tie?”

“<name>’s gonna bang my aliens”

"so i feel like you were mad at me yesterday and i don’t know why so i made a list of everything i did and i’m gonna try not to do any of them again."

"being thoroughly unrecognizable in appearance and aura/overall vibe to ppl from high school and just yr past in general is.. so sexy"

"so no head?"

"this image is setting off my geiger counter"

#roleplaying sentence starters

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bubltae · 6 years

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umm 3 for onho then? if not then 27? thank you!!

song: 4 walls by f(x)

onho are on a little weekend getaway at a small town and they just do domestic shit + emo jinki

i seriously apologize for this random hiatus i’ve been on. i don’t really have an excuse other than i hit major writer’s block and even the thought of writing was just a burden. but i did it! hope you enjoy LOL

The first thought that comes to mind when Minho opens his eyes is Where the actual hell am I? The bright white walls reflected by the stale morning sunlight, accented with basic pictures of sea stars and oceans sends Minho cascading down a spiral of absolute fear and panic. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s woken up in an unfamiliar place, other than that one night he hooked up with some guy in a hotel apartment five years ago, and three years before he started dating Jinki.

Minho moves his head frantically left and right as he sits up, immediately regretting it as his head begins to violently throb, bursting like several banging drums. He nurses it gently. The window by the bed is shining yellow rays into the bedroom, illuminating the strewn open suitcases and articles of clothing like Minho’s favorite green, froggie shirt and Jinki’s pink sweater. Minho stops and does a double take. He leans forward, taking note of the several soju bottles and snack wrappers scattered over the light brown floor.

A flood of memories hits Minho like a dizzying wave of alcohol and he suddenly remembers oddly specific events of the previous night. He turns to his right and a smile as sweet as honey overcomes his panicked expression.

“Jinki hyung. Wake up,” Minho whisper shouts. He lightly nudges the sleeping lump lying like a rock, curled up by Minho’s ass.

Jinki makes a series of gargling moans. He stretches his arms up as far as possible and then relaxes, wrapping his arms around Minho’s lower torso, eyes squeezed shut. “My head hurts,” he hoarsely whispers, pressing his face into Minho’s shirt. The sound comes out muffled but then again, Minho has known Jinki for over four years.

Minho pats his upper back softly in understanding. “I know. Wanna eat some breakfast and then take some painkillers?”

Jinki shakes his head slowly, feeling the exact same pounding headache that is beating away at Minho’s fragile skull. “Don’t wanna move,” he whines. Minho laughs through his nose.

He looks over at the bedside table where the blinking digital clock rests and Minho’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull. Quickly, he grabs his phone off the same table and scrolls through a series of texts last sent nearly forty minutes ago.

j hyung at 9:38am: heyyy how’s the wknd getaway?

j hyung at 9:39am: don’t have sex too loudly jfc

j hyung at 9:39am: anyway what yall up to????

j hyung at 10:14am: hellllllooo???

j hyung at 10:59am: well u told me u were leaving for a city tour at 10:30 so i guess have fun jerk

It’s 11:39, according to both clocks in the room. Minho cannot believe he’s slept in this late and he let himself go to alcohol. It’s not a competitive thing, he swears.

“Jinki hyung. You need to get up. It’s almost noon and we’re still in bed you lazy-”

Jinki reaches up and shushes Minho by pressing his forefinger to his lips. “Your head hurts and my head hurts so let’s sleep some more.”

Minho instead, wiggles out of Jinki’s grasp, ignoring the protests of his crying migraine and slips some socks on after he swings his bare legs over the edge of the bed. He’s still wearing his sweatpants from last night. Great. So nothing happened in the middle of the night.

“Where are you going?” Jinki moans again.

“To get breakfast so I can take some Advil. I stole some of that chocolate tasting cereal from Taemin before we left,” Minho replies. He pads into the kitchen and then pauses when he hears the blankets from the bedroom rustle and Jinki trailing slowly behind him. Minho stifles a cackle at Jinki’s awful bedhead, mostly because it’s cute but also because he knows laughing will only make his headache worse than it already is.

Jinki grumbles something about getting the Advil while Minho pours two bowls of Cocoa Pebbles. Minho shrugs to himself as Jinki grabs two glasses for water when one slips from his hands as soon as it leaves the cabinet. In an attempt to catch said glass, Jinki releases the other glass, causing it to hit the wooden floor, resulting in a mess of broken shards. Jinki jumps back in fright, a startled yelp escaping his lips.

Minho whips his head around at the sound of Jinki’s screech, interrupting the pouring of Cocoa Pebbles. He runs over to the sight and sees Jinki, sitting with his back against the nearest cabinet, head buried in his arms.

“It’s not a big deal so don’t worry, okay?” Minho assures softly. He places a gentle hand on Jinki’s shoulder. “How’s your head?”

“I always break everything,” Jinki replies, voice heavier and muffled again. He ignores Minho’s last question.

“Please hyung. You’re nothing compared to Taemin. That kid can’t hold a name tag the right way for the life of him,” Minho says.

Jinki nods slowly. He rubs his temples again, eyes pressed shut and then he stands up. He orders Minho to continue pouring the cereal as he grabs a broom from the corner and sweeps the broken glass into a plastic bag to discard. He then finds a plastic cup this time and fills it with water before grabbing four Advil pills. He hands two to Minho and they quickly scarf down the cereal so they can take the cure of all bad hangovers.

“Well,” Minho finally says. “Since our morning plans were basically destroyed by this bitch of a hangover, what do we do now?”

Jinki ponders for a bit, sucking on his spoon and then drinking the rest of the chocolate milk. “Nothing. Let’s just rest at home today. I’ll call the rental place about the broken cups and have that added to our bill but I really just want to do nothing today.”

“How ‘bout sitting in the sunroom?” Minho says, mostly to himself. Jinki agrees, elation laced in his tone, the glass dropping incident immediately leaving his mind. Minho takes the empty bowls and cups to the sink while Jinki sets up the room. When Minho arrives, he can’t help but grin at his adorable boyfriend. “You brought your laptop?”

Jinki nods in a way that says And you didn’t? “I kind of pirated Big Hero 6 and Mulan but only because they’re not on Netflix and Taemin hid the DVD’s from me.

“It’s called: Protecting the hyungs from Netflix and Chill,” Taemin says.

“But we wouldn’t even be watching Netflix,” Jinki protests.

“That’s not the point.”

“He’s gross,” Minho says, disgust on his face. “He learned it from Jonghyun hyung, I can tell.”

Jinki shrugs. “Well, Kibum’s done his best to try and ‘uncorrupt’ Taemin but we all know that wouldn’t have worked anyway.” He grabs Minho’s wrist and drags him to the little couch he’s sitting on. “Anyway, I like Mulan more so we’re gonna watch it first. I like Make a Man Out of You.”

Minho giggles, his face lighting up as he glances at his bundle of a boyfriend curling up next to him while the movie starts. They end up watching another two more movies together and then going for a short walk, hands intertwined, eyes lost on nature.

“Why are you dating me?” Jinki suddenly asks. He’s not looking anywhere near Minho’s face. He chooses to keep his focus on his feet, matching his stride with Minho.

Minho bites his lower lip. “Because I love you,” he replies quietly. “Why are you asking?” The rational part of Minho is telling him that Jinki is simply asking for the heck of it. The irrational part of Minho, the bigger part of his mind and heart, is prodding at him and saying Jinki is trying to break up with him. He can’t even look at me straight in the eye.

Jinki laughs bitterly. “I’m clumsy and awkward and I couldn’t even act normally at that SM dinner last year. Even talking to Junmyeon was a hassle, I feel like I wasn’t right for you.” Minho opens his mouth to disagree but Jinki keeps talking. “You’re much bigger and more bold. And I feel like I’ll never measure up to that.”

Minho looks for his face. Jinki isn’t crying, though he looks visibly frustrated. Minho rubs his tongue against the back of his front teeth. He stops walking and it takes Jinki a moment to notice he’s not moving anymore.

“What are you doing?”

Minho, instead of reassuring Jinki like a normal partner would when their significant other is stressed, crouches down so he’s a little bit shorter than Jinki. The older looks down in utter confusion.

“If I have to spend the rest of my life walking like this for you, I would do it in a heartbeat,” Minho whispers.

Jinki smiles and his eyes smile with him. He engulfs Minho in the biggest and tightest hug ever, mumbling nonsense that Minho doesn’t bother to listen to because all he can hear is his heart swelling with love.

“You don’t ever have to worry. I promise you’ll never have to question why we’re dating again.”

#shinee #shinee scenarios #onho #onho fic #send me a number between 1 and 248 and i'll write a fic based off of my spotify playlist

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Anonymous said: can you do a jeff imagine (your dating) where it's a rainy day and they stay inside watching movies together? + Anonymous said: Would you write one where you assumed that since Jeff's a super popular jock that he would expect sex and he admits to you that he doesn't think he's ready and would prefer to wait until marriage and it ends with cuddles?

Author's Note: So I decided to combine these two prompts because they seem liked they'd go perfect together. I hope neither of you mind..?

JEFF X READER

With both your parents away on a business trip for the week, you had made plans with your boyfriend Jeff for the entire weekend. But that morning as you woke up, you noticed the house was colder than usual and that your room was gray and gloomy rather than bright and sunny.

The weather apparently wasn't going to cooperate with what you and Jeff had planned, and by the time you had finished with your morning shower there was a nice steady downpour of rain happening outside.

"Well shit," you sigh. Checking the weather channel proves to only disappoint your further, the rain showers only turning into thunderstorms over the next couple of days. "So much for our plans."

Listening to the rain only makes you sleepy and knowing that you and Jeff aren't going to get anything done, you decide to change into a clean pair of pajamas. Grabbing up your phone, you pull up your text messages and shoot off a quick text to Jeff.

TO: JEFF Rain ruins evrything! Rain check for this wknd?

FROM: JEFF Sry, babe. I kno u were looking 4ward 2 the amusement park. Wanna do anything else?

You can't help but smile down at your phone. Jeff really was perfect.

TO: JEFF Just gonna stay home and get cozy. Haven't had a movie marathon in a while.

FROM: JEFF I'll b there as soon as I can!

You don't bother texting back and instead choose to rearrange furniture in the living room. Pushing everything aside and then pushing the couch back, you clear enough space to drag the guest room's mattress into the living room. Settling it down in front of the couch you then gather as many blankets and pillows, and make the perfect lazy day nest across from the TV.

A little less than two hours later, the doorbell is ringing and you pull open the front door to find Jeff shaking off water from his hoodie. A duffel bag hangs from one shoulder and there's a plastic supermarket bag hanging from his right hand. "I got snacks and your favorite movies," he beams. "Gonna let me in, Princess?"

"Always." You open the door wider with a fond smile to let him in. He sets down both bags at his feet, pulls the rain-soaked hoodie from over his head to hang on the coat rack and then quickly swoops in for a quick kiss. You chuckle against his lips, pecking him twice more before pulling back and scooping up the bag of goodies from the floor. "So what are we watching? And what's with the duffel?"

"I checked the weather channel before coming over," he confesses as he follows you into the living room after having kicked off his shoes, "and I saw the thunderstorms they're predicting starting tonight. So knowing about your little fear, I packed a bag and decided to spend the night so you're not scared."

Heart swelling with love and affection, you whirl around and shout, "My hero!", before flinging yourself at Jeff. You’re both laughing as he catches you and you press a sloppy kiss to his cheek. "Seriously, though," you murmur as you calm down, "you're the best. I like rain, but not the lightning."

"I know, Y/N." He squeezes you around the waist before letting go, he looking at your nest of comfort. "And just so you know, I dived into my mom's collection of movies and pulled out 'Pretty in Pink', 'The Breakfast Club' and 'Sixteen Candles'."

You squeal in delight. "Best. Boyfriend. Ever."

Despite having the movies, snacks and the ultimate bed of coziness, you and Jeff hold off on the snuggling. While he changed into his own set of pajamas, you went ahead and ordered in lunch to be delivered.

The two of you hang out, eat and watch the rain through the window as it blurs the outside world. But as the rain only continues to pick up and the sky darken, both you and Jeff start to yawn.

Glancing at one another, you both laugh at how tired you are and Jeff throws an arm over your shoulders. "Come on, Sleepy. Let's put on a movie and snuggle down. We can save the candy for tonight."

Too sleepy and content to argue, you let him drag you to the mattress. You fall to your knees and crawl under the blankets as Jeff puts on 'Pretty in Pink'. He's then quick to follow you into the nest of blankets, holding his arm out so you can snuggle into his side with your head pillowed on his chest.

But the second you get comfortable, the sleepy vibe escapes you. You try to watch the movie on screen, hell you make through the first fifteen minutes, but your mind keeps distracting you. With the lazy afternoon vibe only making the mood more.. sensual, you can't help but notice how warm Jeff feels beside you. You can hear his heart thumping lazily beneath your ear, slowly picking up speed when you notice too late that your left hand has settled on his stomach and your fingertips have slid up his shirt so you could feel the skin of his abdomen.

You've been in this position before with each other, but never in an empty house and you suddenly realize why it is you're suddenly nervous. Because with either set of parents around it left no privacy or time to take the next step in your relationship, but the house is empty now. There's no parental figure to put a stop to any sexual activity and the tension is mounting.

But the thing is, you're not sure you're ready.

Jeff's a babe. The entire female population at Liberty High can account for that, but the sexual aspect of your relationship has never come up before. And since Jeff is one of the most popular boys at school, you're pretty sure he's been expecting this day to come sooner or later even if it's only been a few months since you've been together.

But before you can think about it any further, Jeff shifts and angles his body towards you. You feel his hand move beneath the blankets until it finds the back of your left thigh, and all thought escapes you as he pulls your leg up and over his hip. You groan as you let Jeff maneuver you how he wants you and then soon find yourself letting Jeff angle your face upward so he can you kiss you.

You whimper when he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slowly and only heightening the pleasure creeping through your veins. Then catching Jeff's darkened gaze and watching as his lips curl into a lazy smirk, there's only one thought that enters your mind.

I really love this kid. I have absolutely nothing to be nervous about.

"Fuck it."

Jeff laughs as your hand grasps him by the back of his neck and you pull him back down into a searing kiss. He ends up pushing you until you're flat on your back, sitting up briefly to whip his shirt off and moves until he's hovering above you, peppering kisses under your jaw and down the side of your neck.

He nips at your collar bone before soothing it with his tongue and as he works his way back up to your neck, your knees part so you're now cradling his bottom half with your parted thighs. He's working on leaving a hickey in the crook of your neck when it becomes too much for you and you find yourself grinding up to find some sort of friction.

Jeff gasps and then groans, he pushing you back down and grinding against your core.

"Please," you pant. "I need- I need you."

But Jeff freezes before groaning, he carefully settling his weight atop of you and hiding his face there in your neck. "Shit," he mumbles.

"Um. Jeff..?"

It takes him a second, but eventually he says, "I can't. I'm sorry."

Jeff pushes himself up and he's careful to avoid your gaze, but you see how red he is from embarrassment. "Jeff..?" You gulp, scared that you did something wrong.

He looks at you and seeing the confused, worried expression he offers you a guilty smile. "It's not you, Princess. It's me." You scoff at the cliche, overused excuse. "It is! It's just- I-" He stammers out before figuring out what he wants to say. "I'm waiting for marriage. Or trying to at least. I’m not really sure I’m ready to take the next step of our relationship as tempting as it is."

You blink owlishly at him. "What?"

Jeff groans and covers his face with his hands. "It's stupid, I know! And you, sweetheart, are not making this any easier on me," he complains.

A second passes, and then another and a giggle escapes you. Jeff peeks at you through parted fingers and you're full on smiling at him. "You're so adorable. I think I love you even more now."

It's his turned to be confused. "What?"

"Don't be embarrassed, you doofus. So you wanna wait. Who cares?" You shrug. "We got carried away and that's okay. It happens to everyone." Slowly, but surely, Jeff is getting comfortable again. "And to be honest, I was kind of nervous myself. I like you. A lot. And I want our first time together to be special. Not only for me, but for you as well."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Air then cleared, Jeff breathes a sigh of relief. He pulls you back into his side, letting you snuggle in until you're comfortable, and the both of you go back to watching the movie.

But as your hearts slow and your attention is solely on the movie now, lightning cracks right outside the house and the electricity goes out. Jeff huffs a laugh as you groan, shifting until you’re pulling his arm up and hiding from the storm underneath him.

Of course you forgot about the rain outside. Of course.

#jeff atkins #jeff x reader #imagine #th1rteen r3asons why #13RW #fanficimagery

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