#☀️.writing

[ariespellz]

hand holding hcs !!

ft. genshin guys + gn!reader

includes: ayato, gorou, venti, kazuha, heizou, tighnari, dainsleif.

one, two, three.

cw: fluff, established relationship, some parts might be longer than others, alcohol mentions in venti's, a bit suggestive in venti's if you squint, i can't write tighnari to save my life, spoilers in dain's (?) and mostly very full of speculation:')

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG.. BUT HERE IT IS LOL. i might not be doing anything this long w this many characters ever again :')) maybe the third part as the last and thats it lol. ANYWAY SORRY!!! I HAD THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK EVERR AND I BEGAN CLASS AGAIN :((

AYATO

either the king of hand holding or the worst one on the list.

choose your fighter.

his hands are SOOO soft. he hasn't picked up a single sword without gloves since was like, five.

or anything, for that matter

also slender, bony and long fingers?? really pretty nails??

phew rich kids i swear

as stated before, he can be super sweet and intimate, intertwining your fingers with care

or he'll practically drag you by your wrist. not even in a mean way just,,

yeah

he probably has no idea what he's doing. he has no reference on what to do or on how to behave aside from the cheesy romance novels ayaka likes to read.

no parents or parent-like figures in his life, and (i assume) barely any physical affection with his sister, as much as they love each other.

that's why he craves it in some way. probably

PDA is not for him. at all.

he's a very private person who dislikes public appearances

so holding hands while walking around the city would happen every once in a blue moon.

HOWEVER!!!

it's cool if you're alone

more than cool, in fact

he likes it a lot. when he has free time he takes you in quiet dates throughout inazuma's nature

in those moments he sometimes moves your hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles <33

it's so gentle and sweet, and sometimes he'll whisper praises too

"you're so precious, my love."

UGHH blushing and giggling and kicking my feet in the air rn

and oh god poor thoma. they guy is always the one to find you two.

"my lord, an officer is waiting to..." he trails off after seeing you in his lap while he worked on paperwork, his free hand stroking yours. you giddily wave to him as a greeting, and he returns the gesture with a nod and a friendly smile of his own. "...right. i'll tell him to come back later. sorry for the interruption!"

you two are lucky he's so used to it.

unfortunately, he's not always the one who catches you.

if your footsteps are soft and your ears are open, you can hear some of the maids gossip about you two.

"oh, they're so lovely! did you hear the rumours?" "about the picnic? yeah! mei told me they were cuddling! can you picture that?" "yeah! lord kamisato's totally smitten!"

it always makes you smile.

as inexperienced as he was when it came to physical affection, he was the first one to hold your hand.

ayaka had told him that "it would give you butterflies".

you BET she was right like-

a fish out of the water is the closest comparison of how your heart was pounding

although inexperienced, ayato is a natural-born romantic. he's sitting in front of you in some expensive restaurant, candles and roses and a private room (just for you two of you, just like he likes it). he's as nervous as you, if not more. this is your first official date!

remembering what ayaka said, his right hand approached yours, in a slightly shy way. "may i?" he murmurs, brushing his digits over yours.

"sure!" you answer, voice meek and an octave higher than usual.

he finds your enthusiasm funny

in a good way

in conclusion, he's not as slick as he'd like to be lol

half the estate has seen you two. the other half is patiently waiting their turn.

over time, he gets more used to it. no more dragging you, no more grasp that's barely there, just,, a normal hold.

a sweet one tho<3

GOROU

physical touch is not his love language

but he doesn't dislike it!! he'll do it if you're into it!!

he's really soft about it and you can see his tail wagging happily hehshdhdhsjsj<3

he's a very assertive man and a good (but somehow strict?) general, so his subordinates never get used to see you two interact ESPECIALLY when it comes to affection

gorou: *has your hand in his*

troops passing by: *😲*

you change him i'm telling you

he's pretty good at separating his work and personal life, so expect the affection to be more common in private

hand holding is not his forte nor his preferred way of showing physical affection, but he'll still get flustered from it

"the supplies are to be sent to the sangonomiya shrine. that is our main objective right now." he says, voice stern. his body, however, betrays him once you reach out to grab his hand. his ears flop immediately and his tail swings rapidly from side to side, cheeks starting to turn pink. you can't help but giggle when his eyes flicker between you and his subordinates, full of nerves.

"we saw nothing, sir," one of them says, clearly biting back a smile. "your orders will be followed immediately." he bows and leaves hurriedly.

they still talk about that to this day.

his hands are average size. not super tiny, but definitely smaller than ayato's or dainsleif's (side note: just noticed this applies to every guy in this post except those two and pantalone lmao).

his palms are a bit rough and he has some scratches here and there, but he makes sure his nails are clean and decent.

hald holding with him (ironically enough) isn't that common

you were the one to do it for the first time.

you guys weren't even dating (yet) and you were pinning hard

so after bribing some of his underlings with cookies, you managed to get them to do part of his work (and also get him to relax for an afternoon)

((with you, or course.))

(((the soldiers knew their boss had been crusing on you for centuries, so it was a win-win situation for them)))

sitting on a cliff, watching the scenery. beautiful pastel tones mixed with the pink hue of the sky in the sunset. he was next to you, eyes set on the horizon somehow looking unfocused. the golden light adorned his beautiful features, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace him and never let go.

you knew, however, that you had to be careful. you could've chosen the safest option and shut your mouth, like you always did. but no, not today.

with that in mind, you slowly place you palm in his hand. his ears immediatelly perk up as he looks at you, not bothering to pull away.

"i like you. a lot. and, uh, i'm just happy i can be here with you." you cough out in the spur of the moment. his eyes widen like coins and his tail straightens. he chokes a bit with his words, coming up with nothing to say.

it was a it awkward, really. you had your eyes fixed in the place your skin touched with his, refusing to adress his burning stare. regret filled your gut, and you tried to pull away, ready to stand up and go home to cry under the covers.

but a hand grasping your wrist stops you.

he looks like a deer in headlights, eyes gleaming and face redder than ever.

five words come out of his mouth, faster than any others he has ever muttered:

"are you free on sunday?"

VENTI

ah, venti...

he'd use handcuffs to chain you two together if he could.

he is very much a PDA guy. has no shame.

worth it tho because his hands are illegally soft. like cotton.

and his fingers are slender and delicate.

oh and there was no special "first time holding hands!!! exciting!!!!" moment

because guess who got touchy right after figuring his feelings out?

you guessed it! him!!

he snaked an arm around your waist, holding you close, and intertwined your fingers with his. it would have been romantic (and kinda hot, even) if it wasn't for the fact that the poor, poor honorary knight had to physically separate him from you so he would go home already.

"oh, love, one has never seen such beauty. never in thousands of years has a flowery field or a sunset in the ocean compared to your endless eyes." he recites close to your neck, hot breath fanning on your skin making a shiver run down your spine. aside from the fact that you have literally no idea what he means by thousands of years, his lidded orbs boring into yours don't help. "i would become a sailor if it meant that i could spend my life navigating in the ocean of your eyes. would you let me drown in them?"

"i don't get paid enough for this." the blonde mutters, secretly envying the fact that paimon was already sleeping.

"me neither." you say in return with an awkward laugh, wishing that the darkness covered your blush.

he gets a bit poetic after a couple of bottles, what can i say.

diluc always stares at you when you have to go pick him up from the tavern

you swear that's pity flooding his usually soulless eyes

you have the anemo archon wrapped around your finger

quite the accomplishment, if you were to ask me

he's all over you. especially (but not exclusively) when he's tipsy, or (god forbid) drunk.

oh yeah baby

DRUNK.

he gets on top of some table, requests the lights to be dimmed, and pulls out his lyre

and starts to sing the cheesiest song you have ever heard

(even the ever-so-cold sister rosaria smiles at the spectacle full of amusement)

"oooooh, babe, i want nothing but youuuu!" kaeya sings the chorus with slurred words and broken laughs (ironic, considering he's usually the sad drunk) as the others clap along. some guys have gotten up and started dancing.

"do something!" you plead charles, but he just laughs even louder at your desperation. you frown and bite your lips so you don't start doing the same. "for fucks sake, venti! get off there, its three in the morning!"

"why do you have to be so cruuuuel???" he sings in a cry, full of emotion. dropping to his knees in a dramatic way, he tugs at your arm to pull you closer. and right then and there, he stops singing abruptly. "i love you. i love you so, so much." his eyes water and your breath hitches. suddenly serious, his flushed cheeks have your heart doing flips. "you're gorgeous, (y/n). i wish you'd let me stare at you all day. you're the only thing i think about. i want to tell you- no. i need to tell you-"

at that moment, the door slammed open.

"you again?" diluc groaned. everything went silent except for kaeya, who greeted him excitedly, making his way to him in big stomps. noticing this, the redhead sighs tiredly. "show's over, everyone. we're closing for the night."

the drunkards groaned the first time this happened, but because of it repeating every month, they've gotten used to it.

the guy has the patience of a saint, you note.

"let's go home, then," you always say with a kiss to his cheek "you tone-deaf bard."

KAZUHA

out of context but this guy invented chivalry

no i will not give any further explanations

he'll hold your hand like he gets paid for it. so enthused about it.

unlike the three messed up people (lovingly) above, this one does the thumb rubbing thing!! (hooray i guess)

his hands are probably rough considering he uses a katana without gloves/is literally a wanderer. but. i can't picture it. let a woman dream.

OH AND HE'LL TAKE HIS BANDAGE OFF IN PRIVATE IF YOU ASK HIM TO <3

just imagine it aaaaa

he stares at you in pure disbelief EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU ASK

LIKE NO KAZUHA THE BURN MARKS ARE NOT UGLY

and when you tell him that he blushes aahhzhsgzwkshjsjs

still! he's very shy about it (oddly enough) so he will only do it if you've been together for more than, let's say, 6 months?? maybe??

he'll slowly unwraps the cloth, cheeks slightly flushed (as always). it's constant, really; he doesn't falter but he doesn't speed up.

that is, until he comes to a stop. right above the mark.

"kazu," you call. he looks at you through his lashes, full of... embarrassment? "you don't have to if you don't feel like it. but... that's not the case, is it?"

he looks so out of character, gulping and avoiding your gaze. he breathes and tries to say something, but he stops himself and stares at his lap.

"look at me, love." you request, placing your palm on his cheek. "you don't need to hide yourself. you're beautiful."

he stammers a compliment and looks away, clearly flustered by the affection

how cute

those times are when you get to see him timid

no one will believe you, but he's the clingy one

hands on your shoulders, on your hips, waist, face, thighs, and most importantly, on your hands.

the first time you held hands, he was the one initiating the contact

you weren't dating, or even close

that was the day you started crushing on him

wether you were a fellow pirate in the crux fleet or just some person travelling with them on one (1) time makes no difference

the storm unravelling in front of you could terrify anyone

you were, of course, no exception

captain beidou's loud voice, commanding the last preparations before seeking shelter

the loud crackling of thunder, and the constant crash of the waves

the raindrops which fell like knives, making a sound similar to bullets when they hit the wooden floor

the footsteps, your heartbeat, the ropes being pulled

it was just too much

breath quickening, you tried to calm down. teardrops were beginning to form on your eyes but you didn't allow yourself to cry.

it'd be downright embarrassing, considering that everyone else seemed to be taking the situation with cold precision

and oh, fuck, your hands and legs were trembling like jelly

you heard beidou yell something in your direction, and next thing you knew, someone was pulling you inside to the hold.

"it's okay. you're safe now." kazuha's gentle voice lulls you. he's gently grasping your hands in his, rubbing comforting patterns in your skin. you curl up, fingers tightening as the ship rocks violently. you silently thank him when he doesn't pull away or swats you off, opting to huddle closer to you instead. his warmth makes your muscles relax slightly, and he chuckles lightly at it. "feeling better already? i'm glad."

you had never really talked to kazuha, as he often refrained from taking place in the numerous drinking competitions the fleet celebrated on sundays.

(let's just say, that changed in the future)

crimson orbs meet yours when you choose to face the man, and suddenly your face has turned into their rival in a fictional challenge.

you thank him again and straighten up, coming back to your senses. you instantly miss his body heat, but you say nothing.

he does not, however, seem to have any intentions of letting your hand go.

HEIZOU

oh dear god

you're in for a ride

you see, he can be the perfect boyfriend

but he can be a little shit too

it depends on how much he'd like to tease you

if he feels like being an asshole, he'll conjoin your hands and swing them exaggeratedly while skipping and maybe even singing a little tune

he makes sure this is in public (unless it's crossing your boundaries), so he can embarrass you a bit

(if you, however, start replicating him, he'll make it progressively more obnoxious until one of you gives up)

((make it be him. please. place your entire body against his arm and bat your eyelashes at him like you're fucking minnie mouse or something. he's officially losing this one.))

"my dear! my everything!" he exclaimed, snaking your hips with one arm and conjoining your hands with the other. he presses kisses on your fingers, green eyes gleaming with mischief, and he finds it hard to fight back a cackle. this would've been funny, cute, ir even romantic, if it wasn't for the bewildered looks of his coworkers.

one dude actually yelled at him to at least do that in his office. once you were there, you questioned his triumphant expression

"ah, there was this boring case they wanted me to solve..." he snickered. "now they won't come into my office and pester me. i guess some other guy will do it."

fucking bastard (adoringly)

his fingers are long and slim, and his knuckles are rough

he literally throws punches as self-defense. no sword, no bow, just his fists.

by this, i imply that at least his knuckles and reverse of his fingers could exfoliate your skin better than any soap.

his palms are softer (not too big of an accomplishment. a three-day-beard could achieve that, too), and rather cold

heizou's preferred form of physical affection isn't hand holding, actually, so he's not too big on it

he makes an exception for the situation mentioned above AND if you're feeling nervous or stressed.

in the second case, he'll be more subtle. he can read you like a book, so he'll save you of any unwanted attention by softly caressing your palm and fingertips.

"it's okay" he whispers. "do you want to get out of here?"

and if you say yes, he'll excuse the both of you and get you some dango milk

he'll have your pinkies intertwined and walk side by side with you. no jokes or teasing remarks.

(he also manages to have the same exact pace as you. sometimes it's a bit hypnotizing to watch.)

oh and btw, you were the one holding his hand the first time

he knew you were smitten

he knew what you wanted

but he still said "hmm let's see what they do"

smirking at you your whole first date like "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad"

(PUNCH HIM. HE WON'T SEE THAT ONE COMING)

and while accompanying you back home, he's waiting patiently for you to make a move.

and of course he notices. he sees the way your hand shifts closer to his, only to pull away a second later. he sees from the corner of his eye the way your chest rises and falls progressively faster. and oh, archons! you're doing it!

you're lifting your hand up, and it's getting closer, and nearer, and omg it's right next to his--

"go on," he says in a teasing manner, breaking the silence. he wears an shit-eating grin as if it was his best suit "you can do it. i don't bite."

you swallow. you consider kicking him and running off, but you had genuinely enjoyed your afternoon and that'd be a waste. so, hesitantly, you did as you had planned.

his hand was warm, and there was no further chat until you arrived.

you were at the doorstep, saying your goodbyes.

"keep going, yeah?" he giggles right before leaving. "i'm expecting a kiss next time!"

"wha-"

it's up to determine wether he got it or not.

TIGHNARI

QODIAHUSBSUSJS AAAAAAA

OKOK HEAR ME OUT

you're a forest ranger too

so you two conveniently go on patrol together

who could've guessed?

even before you dated. consider that as his form of courting.

but but! the moment you two are official tho!!

he'll hold your hand constantly <3

its perfect because he's NOT a pda person. so he has his three favourite things together.

privacy, the forest, and you:)

expect collei to look beyond awkward whenever she catches you two having the slightest moment of physical affection in front of her

she loves you two and is very supportive !! she just does NOT know what to do with herself.

also HOLDING HANDS TO ASSERT DOMINANCE/hj

and by this i mean Very Obviously putting your intertwined hands over the table as you have dinner with cyno and collei

cyno: *🤨*

collei: *small politely and nod yall*

"...what clothes do clouds wear?" cyno reads from his (terrifying) book as you swallow your bite out of your pita pocket. he then proceeds to look straight at tighnari, who is currently two seconds away from jumping out of the window. "thunderwear."

the situation was so weird you couldn't help giggling a bit, covering your face with your free hand. at your side, tighnari's grip became a bit tighter. "unbelievable" he grits his teeth. and at that, you laugh harder.

you teased him for that dumb "jealous" episode for WEEKS. my man wanted to disappear from the face of teyvat.

on another note. his gloves.

they look so squishy idk how to say this.

the pads?? are like a jelly-esque material?? maybe slime condensant or whatever its called

so you can expect his bare hands to be SOFT. AND PRETTY. BECAUSE HE NEVER GOES OUT WITHOUT PROPER PROTECTION.

(as he should)

most likely the best hands in genshin together with albedo and maybe scaramouche?? nah scratch that pantalone must have the best manicure in the world

back on point. his nails are kinda pointy (he is a fox so it is to be expected) so DO NOT ask him to scratch your back. he'll say no anyway but beware.

it'll be more painful than satisfying. does not fully count if you're a masochist.

anyways. he enjoys physical touch wayyy more than he'd like to admit.

hand holding isn't enough he wants you to pet his ears and spoon him (partner privilege what can i say)

tighnari's generally stern disposition was a challenge during the "chase" phase of the relationship. for the both of you.

on the one hand, there were your compliments and your not-so-secret intention to win him over.

on the other hand, he blatantly refused to flirt back, but still managed to flirt back.

you know the difference?

like, never once in a million years would he see his crush and say "you look amazing, darling. are you free tonight?" and wink.

BUT he will say "that shade of green is nice." and oh so conveniently need your help writing some stuff down.

("paperwork. nothing too interesting" he'll say when questioned. "mind your business" is what he means.)

you learn to pick up on it. and he learns to be more bold.

you let him hold your hand the first time.

he's not that fond of physical touch, and you didn't want to cross his boundaries, so you let him take those steps.

it was a warm summer night in sumeru. the kind of warm in which the breeze is pleasant and no jacket is needed.

you were stargazing and pointing out constellations together,

and he just. went for it.

"hold my hand" he said without looking at you. it wasn't that much of a statement, because the softness in his tone made it sound like a suggestion.

a smile appears on your face while your insides tickle, and you feel a bit ridiculous for being so excited over something so simple. "as you wish" you teasingly say, taking hold of his hand.

the lack of light makes it hard to read his expression, or see if he's blushing.

a thousand questions race in your head, mixed with worries and things you'd like to say

all of them dissipate when he interlaces your fingers.

DAINSLEIF

well first of all

he's very,,,

devoted

by which i mean you are his moon and stars

he'll BATHE YOU in affection.

he wouldn't even entertain the idea of dating someone he doesn't trust completely and/or hasn't been with him for a long time

you make him soft lol,,,, use that info however you want

he does the thumb rubbing thing!!! a king fr

ah and he's not taking off his gloves. because of the curse, his skin is probably a bit unsettling to see?

so is yours, considering you share his condition.

he isn't that into physical touch, though. and even less into pda.

so there's three situations in which he holds your hand:

while walking around alone, when you're nervous or scared, and in the intimacy of your home

it's on the quiet days around teyvat that he doesn't wanna let go

it's standing before the enemy, which haunts you two like prey, that he reminds you he would never let go

and it's while sleeping, huddled together, that he holds you close to him and intertwines your fingers<3

like i sad, no pda.

he might make an exception if it's the traveller with you, but uhh not really...???

hes so awkward about it too like-- it can get funny sometimes.

like one time he held you by the waist when you visited stormterror's lair and paimon just commented on it

had he been not so stoic he might have jumped away from you like his instincts yelled

and she didn't even say anything weird. maybe something like "you look good together!" or "huh?! you like him?!"

she adores you so she's very much Confused™ by your taste

give her time she'll get over it

but you get it, really. the picture of dainsleif she has could never compare to yours.

you still remember, all those centuries ago, when you took a leap of faith and pulled him to the dancefloor.

well, not exactly a dancefloor, but more of a 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓮𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓻 ???

yeah like . elegant.

he was the dainsleif, and you were just. you

i mean babe ur great and all but hes like the strongest (and hottest lets be honest) guy in khaenri'ah. good luck!!

some friends encouraged you. this was a big celebration!! the eclipse dynasty and its descendants rarely ever organized parties. not in their home, at least.

so after months of watching the twilight sword from afar, you finally had a chance (although slim) of approaching him

so you got ready (best clothes, best accesories, and a lengthy skincare session) and when some animated music started to play, it was your chance

"you got this!" your friends said. "yeah, you look stunning! he's saying yes for sure!"

he's talking with some colleagues and the rush of adrenaline slowly leaves you,

but oh no! it's too late. you've made eye contact and he's two meters away from you.

"breathe, calm down" you tell yourself. your steps become wobbly but the resolution doesn't leave your features.

dainsleif looks surprised when you stop in front of him, and the guy he was chatting with (who you recognize as halfdan, one of his most loyal underlings) elbows him with a smile before excusing himself in a teasing tone

"may i help you?" he asks. oh god, his voice always makes your insides tickle. you open and close your mouth before pursuing your lips and speaking in a more... assured tone.

"yes. i was wondering if you'd like to... to dance with me?" you chuckle nervously as dain gapes at you, clearly shocked. "i mean! you probably have better things to do and... you are probably very uncomfortable right now. uh, sorry! i'll just leave-"

"i'd love to" he interrupts with a small smile. "also, you look very beautiful today, (y/n)."

"oh." you beam, holding his wrist gently. "thanks. you, uh, you always look beautiful." as you guide him among the other couples, you swear you can hear some knights cheering.

and the rest is history :')

side note: forgot to mention you were freaking out because "OH MY GOD HE KNOWS MY NAME?? HE KNOWS OF ME EXISTING???? AND HE. SAID. YES??????"

however, with dain, life's not sunshine and rainbows.

he trusts you, of course, and he loves you even more

but he still refuses to ask for comfort. no matter how many times you make him understand your feelings for him, he just doesn't seem to understand a word.

sometimes you face his walls and are struck by a sudden wave of disappointment.

it's not like you want to know every thought and emotion that crosses him, but communication can be hard sometimes.

like when he had jumped into the abyss without a care in the world.

you are angry, of course. you had been sick with worry, crying and pacing and lucky in the few nights you had been able to sleep.

he had (conveniently) reappeared next to the traveler, inside the chasm (or at least that was what he told you). from that point on, the story became more twisted.

but his voice was so groggy as he told you, and his eyes were peering at you with so much tiredness, you couldn't help taking his hands in yours and resting his body against you.

"i'm sorry." he repeated over and over, becoming more desperate each time. lacking the strength to even straighten his back, he barely mustered the energy to slightly squeeze your hands.

"let's rest for a while, yes? i'm just happy that you're back."

he's so grateful for everything you do :(

being with him would be living in a hurt/(no?) comfort fic 24/7 actually lol i kinda wanna cry

being with him takes effort, resilience, and overall, it's hard

though as he links your fingers and his eyes fill with sheer devotion and adoration, you think it's all worth it :')

#☀️.writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #ayato x you #gorou x you #gorou x reader #venti x reader #venti x you #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #heizou x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x you

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Warrior

Wonwoo x afab!reader /// enemies to lovers /// 5k words /// smut

You’ve hated Wonwoo’s guts for most of your esports career. He’s always targeted you, and you’ve had enough. 

      If one person on planet Earth hates Jeon Wonwoo, it’s you. In fact, that’s how you feel right now, with the stupid little grin on his stupid face looking at you from across the stage, brow arched at you. He’s teasing you for sure, and the bright red ‘LOSE’ on the stage above you does absolutely nothing to change that.

      You honestly had no idea when Wonwoo started to act like this. As a woman on an esports team for League, you’ve always been careful of every move you’ve made. Two years ago, you joined ASTAR, much to the disappointment of many in the world. In fact, Wonwoo had been kind to you previously, going on stream many times to express how women belonged in the sport, and how he was excited to game with you.

At least, that was what you thought. 

      Now, every single time you play, either practice or in comp, your screen stains black and white, now matter what you do. Every move? Wonwoo’s there. Switch to top? So is he. At this point, even your team starts to feel bad for you. In any regular match against any other team, no one can beat your Seraphine (or fiddlesticks, if feeling frisky). 

      Your team captain gets up before you, patting your head. As much as it seems comforting, the steam coming from your ears and the blood boiling in your veins has yet to cease. You exhale loudly, getting up to follow your team. The next ten minutes go by in a blur, with the manager asking the team about the matches while heading to the bus, barely a blink coming from your face. 

      Even when you got to your base, all you could do was trudge to your dorm, and get in bed, wallowing in silence. The notification you got on your phone made you feel even worse, seeing your teammates go to stream and talk about the matches. To them, it wasn’t a bad loss, with Wonwoo’s team, JACKL, being number one in the country, and the easy contender to worlds, but it didn’t make the loss any easier.

      Your phone dinged with a text from your friend. ‘He’s talking about you.’ Was all it read, and it took everything in your soul to not throw the phone across the room, opting to open Wonwoo’s stream instead.

“We don’t bash other teams.” Was the only thing you heard as the stream loaded out of the advertisement, Wonwoo spinning back and forth on his chair as he read his comments.

“Are they as good as my team? No. JACKL is number one for a reason right now. However, they’re one of the best teams I’ve played against in years. Their mid showed mine how you can’t screw around in a match and expect them to not crush you into the dirt. My support had to pretty much solo heal them. Not great, but he’s gonna work on it.”

      Wonwoo rolled his eyes, brushing his newly silver hair out of his face. He chuckled at a few comments that came in, eyeing one from an international fan.

“Yes, I did go after their support. They rely on her too much on bot lane, and can’t protect her. If they leave her open, it’s my job to go after-”

      You killed the stream immediately after, the familiar anger coming back out. ‘Fuck Jeon Wonwoo, and fuck his team,’ you thought, throwing your phone onto the bed, and heading over to your computer, turning it on. As much as bed therapy helps, the fury in your bones could only be solved by crushing as many people as physically possible in the game, and enjoying the cheez-its you had left. Unfortunately for you, the stupid game hates you, and you nearly just decided to evaporate from the planet entirely seeing your team.

JAKCL_EveryWonwoo was on your team.

Jeon Wonwoo was on your fucking team!

      It seems he noticed as well, as the chat started to roll through his messages at an alarming rate. 

‘Boba???? ASTAR_BobA???’

‘Good to see you again, BobA!’

‘Are you my support??? This is crazy’

‘Yes, I’m your support. Now hurry and pick’ You wrote back, cooling down. The game loaded in, and you picked the route farthest away from Wonwoo. If you had to play with him, you refused to be near him only if necessary, and maybe let him die a couple times. Maybe.

     As much as you hated Wonwoo, he was fucking good. Way too good at this damn game, with the amount of times he saved your ass. The bot lane was pretty much useless, leading you to have to take over, and he pretty much took over the south side of the jungle with you, killing as many as he could. The pretty 15/2/18 was growing by the second on your leaderboard, and his 28/6/13 made the two of you look like you were dancing with each other on the field as you finished the match, a ghost of a grin on your face. It was quickly removed, however, when you got a message outside of the match. 

JACKL_EveryWonwoo has sent you an invitation. 

     Against every bone in your body screaming at you not to accept, you had to. What better way to learn how he plays than to play with him? Right? You even checked, he’s not streaming. You let out a sigh, making sure your headset mic was working, and joined the group. 

“I wasn’t too sure you’d accept.” Wonwoo teased, the grin in his voice easily apparent. 

“Had to get my mic.” You said, watching him change to a casual lobby.  

“Mmm,” He said, hitting the queue. “You did good today.” 

“Sure,” You said, clear in your voice that you didn’t want to talk about it. “So, why invite me?” 

“I’m trying to show you that your team is taking advantage of you.” Wonwoo said, picking his character with you, and choosing to go bot lane. 

“Listen, I don’t need you bashing my team, okay? We did what we could.” You snapped. 

“I’m not bashing them. Yet. But I promise, you’re worth more than you think.” He said, shutting up as the game started. 

     While Wonwoo wasn’t… great at bot lane, he definitely kept up. In fact, he was shockingly right about your team. He was taking bullets and arrows with every match you played, and for hours, had you questioning your team’s plays. At four A.M., when he ended the matches, he sat with you in silence as you looked over match replays. 

“Listen, don’t take it to heart. Just understand you might have to rework some stuff. I know your coach is retiring, so next year, you can work with the new one to find out about plays, okay?” He said. 

“Yeah,” you said, voice dry. “I’m hopping off. Have a good night.” 

“Night.” 

——///——

     You groaned at the buzzing of your phone, reaching over to grab it, and rubbing your eyes. The yell you let out seeing the 250+ notifications decorating your screen could have woken up anyone sleeping. JACKL_EveryWonwoo follows you, tagged you in a video, tagged you in a picture… the notifications kept going late into the morning, clearly after you had fallen asleep. The first was a picture of your characters emoting, one you had sent to him as a joke. Every video after that was VOD’s of every match you had, and the comments were endless. 

‘She’s actually so good. Does her team just suck?’

‘He works well with her. If I was JACKL, I’d be calculating offers.’

‘I knew he was going after her for a reason. Man’s knew she held the team together’

     As much as you could keep reading the comments to inflate your ego, you were NOT excited for the upcoming PR nightmare, especially with the lineups for the upcoming tournament to be announced this week. Knowing the industry, your team would be out in seconds with them Matching ASTAR and JACKL. 

     Your phone ringing broke you from your spiraling anxiety, with your friend’s picture on screen. You pressed the accept button, only for a piercing scream to nearly blow your ear drums. 

“What. The. Fuck?!” Avia shrieked. “Why are you all over his Twitter?! I thought you hated him!”

“I do,” You said, exasperated. “He wanted to show me my team sucked at protecting me when I was vital to the lineup. He did.”

“I know, ASTAR is getting lamblasted on every media site, it’s hilarious. Your teammates are… trying to defend themselves,” She said, as you heard a knock on the door. 

     You ended the call, and opened your door to see your manager, who requested a statement about the play from the previous game. After a quick tweet, most of the internet was cooling off. 

“So, we have a practice match,” Your manager said, pulling out a clipboard, as he walked with you downstairs to the rest of the group, already playing. “JACKL.” 

     You turned, startled, pausing before you sat down. “Is that really okay? After the Twitter BS?” 

“We have no choice. We planned this weeks ago,” the manager said, and you just sat quietly, while they set up the custom matches. 

     At the start of the match, you knew it was going to be horrible. If your team was a little turned around during the first tournament, then this was like a tornado going off. In fact, it pissed you off more when Wonwoo immediately killed you. Actually, you barely remember a time you were alive, if any. At the end of the match, you were so pissed off, you shut yourself into your own room, pissed.

—-///—-

     The moment the tournament matchups were announced a few days later, the stress in your body melted. Thankfully, JACKL were in the other side of the bracket, arguably harder than yours. Thankfully, this seemed to have also motivated your team, and within a few practice matches, they were back in order. 

“Wake up!” The manager called, hopping onto the bus. “First match of the playoffs. I didn’t want to talk about this here, but I believe this is the best place for it. Listen… the company is gonna have to make changes if we don’t win. They don’t know if they want to keep everyone, or if they want to dissolve. Either way, you’ll be contacted shortly about your contract.” He said, clearing his throat. 

“Seriously?!” Her mid laner said. “Dude- I can’t fucking believe this shit.”

     The rest of the drive was relative silence from the group. Many wondered where they’d go, and you were no exception. The skin around your nails was raw by the the time you got to your locker room, filled with an ice cold fear of your future. The manager tried to comfort everyone as much as he could, up until your team took the stage. 

     The ice hardened into a lump in your stomach, one made even worse as you looked around at the crowd. Signs were decorating the audience, and you nearly choked on your own spit, seeing JACKL front row.

“Why the fuck are they here?” The top lane called over the headsets, your team agreeing. 

“No fucking clue,” You said. “Watching us, I guess? To be fair, the news of a team revamp got put out. Maybe seeing if they can steal anyone.” 

     The midlaner just nodded in response, as the signal for the match to start was activated, and bans were chosen quickly. 

“Going Senna,” you called, setting up a protect strategy. 

     The game was one of the longest you’ve had, knowing how intense team emotions were. After the first victory round, you ran up and down the hall stairs to gain some energy, and the second match was a breeze. Against your wishes, however, after your matches, you were stuck front row watching JACKL. 

“They’re fucking good,” Your manager said, eyeing the plays. It was annoying, and to be honest, seemed a little showy. 

      At the end of the first match, the smirk Wonwoo gave you was enough to make you glare, knowing exactly what he was playing at. He was showing off at this point, and trying to get your attention. With the amount of times he had looked over in your direction, you were starting to get pissed off, and the manager was starting to notice. 

“You really made him mad, hm? Play a practice match or something?”

“No. He’s fucking irritating, though.” You said, and your coach perked up. 

“It reminds me of my neighbor’s kid. Idiot thought being an ass was his way of flirting. Y’know, messing with your crush…?” He trailed off, seeing your face. “Nevermind.”

“Don’t even,” You said, getting up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

      As you wandered into the player halls, after refusing to use the public restroom seeing the lines, you were sharply stopped by Jeon Wonwoo running into you.

“Ah, the golden girl! I wanted to see you today.” He said, a grin lighting up his face. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, with pursed lips. 

“Yeah. You see my match? It was pretty fucking good.” He said, teasing. “Y’know, if you joined my team, you’d get the same treatment. Princess and all.”

      Your eyes narrowed as you scoffed. “As if, Jeon Wonwoo. Let me be straight with you. I don’t like you. You bash my time, try to steal me from my group, and post matches without my permission, which, mind you, had audio. If I said anything iffy, it would be a PR nightmare. Not only that, but it already was! My team had to make a statement twice. Now, I don’t know why the hell you keep messing with me, but I’ve had enough, seriously. I’m unable to do my job in any sense of the word. I know my teammates aren’t doing great, they’re at retirement age and are injured half the time, but I don’t want to hear about it. Enough.” You snapped, finally feeling some weight off your chest. All Wonwoo could do was stand silently, swallowing roughly at the words, as you sped walked off in another direction, away from him.

—-////—-

     A week later, you finished your second match. To be honest, your conversation with Wonwoo had lit a fire, making you push to prove your team wasn’t useless, in anyone’s eyes. You dropped your headset onto the table, quickly exiting the stage, not wanting to talk to anyone, until you were stopped by the manager, and another woman. 

“Hi. I’m Sasha, I work for ASTAR’s main offices. I wanted to talk to you about your work on the team.” She said, and the both of you quickly headed into a small meeting room.

“Now, I understand you’ve played with us for a year, at most. Unfortunately, you’ve seen us quite vulnerable this year,” She said, laughing. “I’ll be honest with you. Your bottom laner and jungler are retiring, and I’m only resigning you and the mid laner, if you’re willing. I already have next year’s team set, and contracts sent out for future prospects. I’m willing to offer you a salary increase, if you’ll have it.”

“I’d love to rejoin.” You said, and she quickly slid a contract, letting you read over it. “I’ve sent it to the company’s lawyers, so you can sign within the week. We won’t announce it until after the tournament ends.”

“Yes ma’am,” You said, smiling at the paper. 

At least Jeon Wonwoo can’t fuck this up.

—-////—-

      Two weeks later, you sat in the locker room, biting your nails, watching a random band play on the tv before the tournament final was to go. Your team had taken the cake on the left side of the bracket, but that left you with only one team left to go, and you weren’t sure if you even had a chance.

JACKL.

      You took a deep breath, centering yourself. You were oddly calm going into it, knowing you still had a future with the team, but were still stressed. As you took a final sip of your drink, you headed to the stage, only to be met with Wonwoo’s piercing eyes, and a shit eating grin. 

     Well, fuck. There goes your screen time, was all you could think, scowling at him, and opting to set up. The keyboard glowed as you clicked away, checking the mouse, and remained silent as the announcers droned on about the game, and every playstyle, the crowd roaring at the game. You picked your character after the bans, quickly making it onto the field, and the bottom lane. 

“We gotta be careful this round,” You said, moving back and forth. “They’re heavy on movement. If you see something, say something.”

“Got it,” Your midlaner said, as the game quickly began. 

      As the game stretched out, Wonwoo was noticeably gone. Before you could even note he must have listened to you, your screen turned gray, and you looked to see Wonwoo had killed you. Looking over to him across the stage, he didn’t return your stare, only smiling at the game, as you huffed. 

      The first match carried deep into a match against the dragons, but as much as you hoped you could keep up, Wonwoo stole nearly every dragon on the field, leading your team to play a losing game of catch up, until the match ended. 1-0 rang out on every screen as the crowd cheered for the other team, and you quickly headed off stage to recoup with your team.

      The second match was a turnover, however, as your toplane deployed a new strategy of killing Wonwoo from a distance before he could ever get to you, leading your group to come out on top in this match, and for you to grin brightly.

“One left, boys!” You called, high fiving your team, and sticking your tongue out at Wonwoo, who could only shake his head at your antics.

      The arena darkened with lights, as you sat down at your computer. The technology around you glowed with light, and your fingers almost felt as if they were pulsing with energy, as you made your final round bans and picks. 

      As you started the round, you opted to play as safe as possible in the start, gaining money. At one point, you were shocked, as you managed to kill Wonwoo, who eyed you from across the arena, daring you to try again. Again, you did.

      If when you played together previously, it looked like dancing, this looked like war. You didn’t even care about the majority of the others, knowing they’d be fine, instead opting to go after the star player on the team. You and your bot lane pushed against Wonwoo, quickly taking him down time after time, until the first dragon appeared, and your own jungler lost it to their mid lane.

      Around this time, you were positive the game was over. Wonwoo quickly turned the match on your head, giving back everything you were given, and then some. The match was going downhill, and nothing could stop them, as they approached your base, the familiar black and white screen turning red, as you lost the final match. 

      You let out a shaky breath, watching JACKL jump around in victory, and heading over to give you all a handshake, and your team quickly exited the stage, heading back to the locker room. A few members quickly left, but you opted to take a few interviews about your team, to help your fans stay calmer, promising victory next year. 

      After what felt like an eternity of interviews and pictures, you notice quite a few members of JACKL as they greet you, heading back home to their friends and family. You said goodbye to the others in your team, returning to the quiet locker room to grab your bag, only turning around at the sound of the door softly closing, seeing Wonwoo.

“Congrats,” You said, honestly. “As fucking annoying as it is to not be able to play much, you did your best.”

“Thank you.” Wonwoo said. 

“But seriously? Pretty fucking annoying to be killed all the time. Don’t do it again next year.” You said, heading to the door, only for him to block it right in front of you.

“I know it’s annoying. Got a little feel of it today from you, to be honest.”

“Then why the hell do you do it so much?” You asked, exasperated.

“Honestly?” Wonwoo said, eyes scanning your face, the silence growing. “You’re really fucking hot when you’re pissed off.”

“I’m… sorry?” You asked, eyes blinking at him, bag falling off your shoulder.

      Wonwoo moved closer to you, making you back up against the door. He let out a soft sigh, scanning your face, as he leaned in towards you.

“The first match I played against you, your teammate got you killed. I saw you curse him out over and over, and the angrier you got, I liked it,” he said, fixing your hair. “So, ever since then, I couldn’t help but piss you off.”

“Are- are you serious? You have to be joki-” You were cut off as Wonwoo kissed you quickly to shut you up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was joking.” He said, ears red.

      For a second, everything clicked into place. The first match you ever had with JACKL should have been a tell from the beginning. Your bot lane had made a stupid decision, not checking the grass next to you before letting you go in, and had instantly got you and him killed. You had been pissed beyond belief after he had promised he checked everything, and you had reamed him out for an hour over it during and after the game. Wonwoo had been watching you, in shock, and you thought he was being annoying when he killed you again, and suddenly started killing you every chance he got.

Jeon Wonwoo wasn’t being a dick.

No, it turns out he was just horny.

      Something in your brain fizzled out, and you honestly couldn’t think anymore, as you reached up behind his neck, pulling him back down to meet your lips. Wonwoo tasted like the stupidly sweet lollipops he always ate before a match, and always used to tease you with. You supposed they held a different meaning to you, now, as his tongue licked your lips to kiss you deeper. His hands pulled your waist closer, dangerously close to your ass.

      You weren’t sure how much time had passed before he had completely given in to grab your ass, muttering for you to jump. You hopped straight up, and wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried the two of you from the doorway over to the couch on the other side of the room, dumping the two of you onto it. 

“Hey,” Wonwoo said, hands on your hips, looking more at your lips than your eyes. “If you want to stop here, I’ll get it. But you’ve gotta let me know now.”

“Jeon Wonwoo, if you stop now, I’ll actually hate you for the rest of my life.” You said, and Wonwoo laughed, reaching up to take off his glasses, and setting them on a nearby table, before leaning down to kiss you again. 

     The grip on your thighs felt like fire, and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he moved to attach his lips to your neck, sucking a spot where your jaw meets your neck. You felt painfully aware of the heat growing in your stomach, letting your fingers move to his hair to lightly tug, keeping yourself grounded. 

     Wonwoo’s hips pressed into yours, and his fingers moved from your hips up your shirt. You lifted up your back as he yanked your shirt off, leaning back to take his off. You oogled him for a good minute, opting to run your fingers down his abs. 

“Enjoying the view?” Wonwoo teased, and you nodded, playfully licking your lips.

 “Who said video game nerds can’t be fit?” You teased. 

      He chose to ignore your comments, instead moving to remove your bra, and tossing it somewhere else in the room.

“Good thing I locked the fucking door.” He said, mouth moving to kiss down your neck, to your chest.

      The moment his lips met your nipple, you let out a breathy moan. His hand met the waistband of your shorts, and he gave you a second before moving further, hand reaching to cover your mound. 

“Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.” He said, and seconds later, his fingers were plunging into your core.

      The two fingers within you felt like heaven, while his thumb moved in circular ministrations along your sensitive bud. The heat grew in your belly with every movement, and Wonwoo was forced to cover your mouth.

“Listen, I’m all for you being loud any other time, but I don’t want to get caught.” Wonwoo said. “Be quiet, or I’ll have to quiet you.” He warned, and you nodded.

      The fogginess in your brain grew, and heat coiled in your belly, letting out a warning whimper to Wonwoo, who quickly removed his hand, licking at his fingers. You would’ve thought that was the hottest thing ever, except for the empty feeling in your belly making you irritated instead. 

“What the fuck, Wonwoo.” You said, irritated.

“I’ll let you come on my fingers any day, but I’d rather the first time you do be with me in you.” He said, and your face reddened at the raunchy statement coming from his lips.

      Instead of letting you say anything, Wonwoo lifted your hips to remove your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop, eyeing your soaked core, as he removed the rest of his clothes.

“Hate me this, hate me that, but you’re soaked,” Wonwoo teased, pulling your hips closer to his. “Last time to back out, mortal enemy.”

“Wonwoo, please,” You said, long past annoyed, and more desperate to come. “I will find anyone in this building if you don’t fuck me now.”

     His eyes glinted at the challenge, and slowly pushed into your core. He let out a groan as he bottomed out, feeling you pulse around him. Once you gave the go ahead, Wonwoo began his slow movements in and out of your core, the sounds you made egging him on.

“Wonwoo, deeper, please.” You begged.

Wonwoo obliged to your begging, shifting your hips to hit deeper, and pulling you into a deep kiss to keep you quiet.

 “Wonwoo, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” You begged in his ear.

      The breathy moans in your ear weren’t doing anything to help the heat in your core, and the cord was threatening you, ready to snap. His hip movements grew sloppy as he moved to hold your hips in place, and one final thrust from Wonwoo had you seeing stars, and biting at Wonwoo’s hand over your mouth as you came, Wonwoo letting out a moan as he came, filling you. His body felt shaky as he pulled out of you, moving over to a table to grab a tissue, and cleaning up the mess before any of the couch stained.

      He pulled on his clothes as you got up, looking around for your clothes, and he helped you get ready, in majority silence. Before you looked for your bag, however, he stopped you. 

“I understand if I’ve turned you away from me from my shitty actions. To be honest, I’d probably feel the same, but I really do like you, and I mean it. I didn’t want to fuck you to take any advantage.” He said, nervous.

“Wonwoo, please, calm down. You may have been annoying, but you’re not a shit person. I know you didn’t hook up with me just to hook up,” You said, handing him his glasses to put on. “Um. I’m not terribly good at this, but I’d be willing to continue this… something, or whatever it is, if you want. Serious or not.” You said, and he beamed up at you, and you felt your heart squeeze.

     He nodded, and grabbed your bag for you. “Let’s go, then.” He said, unlocking the door for you, and heading with you to your car.

—-////—-

      The sucker in your mouth did nothing to calm your nerves, as you texted Wonwoo. After your escapade, you and him had a very private don’t-tell-anyone set up, not wanting anyone to fuck with the two of you. It worked for the better, as Wonwoo was able to sign with a new team with a big buck contract, even if it was going to be away from you. To be honest, you didn’t care about being public, and neither did he. Were you sometimes jealous of attention? Yes. Did the pictures and videos you saved from fans help? Also yes. To be fair, though, he was in your bed, not theirs, and it was victory enough.

      The manager ran over to you to knock you out of your thoughts, gushing about the new team setup, and how the world wasn’t ready. Your message to Wonwoo remained on delivered as you spun in your chair, anxiety rising. To be honest, you were starting to get worried, as you stressed, as you tapped away mindlessly on your keyboard.

      You sighed at the delivered on text, again, as you heard a ruckus growing in the entry of the dorms. Not dealing with that, you thought, until a hand on your chair stopped you from turning, and your sucker was ripped from your mouth. You turned to yell at whomever was next to you, only to freeze, seeing Wonwoo stick it into his mouth.

“What the fuck…?” You trailed off, as your manager came over. 

“Oh! Glad you’re getting settled in, Wonwoo,” He said, and turned to you. “Our new jungler!” 

      You nodded to the manager in shock, and Wonwoo held a shit eating grin on his face as he stared at you the whole time, and winked at you. You slowly put your headset back on as the manager requested a quick game, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt Wonwoo touch your hand quickly, grinning at his screen, as the game started.

No, you didn’t hate Jeon Wonwoo, but he was absolutely going to be the death of you.

#jeon wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #☀️ writes

[ghouljams]

I must (politely) demand more animals for Bee - ☀️

You stare at the little yellow peepers under the warm light in the supply store. Their fluffy bodies and teeny little wings are the cutest things you've ever seen. You want one. You could handle a chicken, chickens are super easy(you think) people in the suburbs keep chickens.

But what if it gets lonely? You can't bring a little baby chicken home and leave it all by itself! Who ever heard of having one chicken? It's absurd. You'd have to get it a friend. But what if they get in a fight and stop talking? Ok three chickens...

You leave the store with five chicks peeping away in a cardboard box. You swing by the feed store and are so astonished by the price of feed that you actually ask about a discount. Which apparently was the right thing to do given how excited the owner looked. Plus there was a nice guy in line behind you who let you know haggling was kind of the thing to do in the feed store.

You get home with nothing you'd planned to purchase. You call König from the car. He doesn't answer, which is weird, but he's probably busy. A text works just as well, youll do that when you get home. You pull up to your house and find someone already parked there. Also weird.

There's a woman leaning against the cab of the beat up truck, chocolate brown hat tipped low over her eyes as she scrolls through her phone. She also has a cardboard box under one arm and a baking tray resting on the top of the cab.

She looks up when you step out of your car and gives you just about the friendliest smile you've ever seen.

-

"Wow you're really fixing this place up," the woman, Goose, she said to call her Goose, says with a low whistle. She'd pretty handily forced her way into your home, handing you a tray of brownies which you suppose are sort of a decent entry fee. They tasted good enough.

“Doing my best for it,” You say around a mouthful of brownie. You set your box of peepers on the coffee table, eyeing the box she sets on the ground. "Hey you know anything about chickens?" You ask her, nudging the box for her to peak into.

"Oh cute! You know you got five of these suckers in here right?" She asks scooping a chick out of its carrier, you nod. She shrugs and puts it back. "You got an anything with a roof on it and some chicken wire? I got some milk crates in the truck but that's about it."

"I was going to wait for my neighbor to come by and help," you tell her watching her roll her sleeves up.

"Probably not a good idea considering the cat." She nods at the box she'd brought, you stare at it.

"Who?"

"Our barn cat had kittens, thought you might need a housewarming gift." Goose crouches and tugs the cardboard open. Almost immediately you're yelled at by a very orange kitten. It's tiny meow making the chicks peep nervously. Goose scoops it up with little fanfare and deposits him in your waiting hands. You love this woman.

"I think I'm in love with you," you tell her, half joking.

"I get that a lot," she grins, "Alright you watch the cat, I'm gonna raid your shed." You nod quickly, and point her towards the back.

You stare at the kitten for a second, watching him purr up a storm and listening to him yell at you. Spot. You boop his little pink nose and settle him on your shoulder.

-

König has never felt panic like getting out of the shower to a missed call from you. No message left, no follow up text, He can't hear you over the bugs... best case you must've been in town and had a question. Worst case you're dead or dying and he missed his one chance to save you.

He does his best not to run to your house, doesn't want to spook the horses, but the extra truck in your driveway certainly makes him hurry. Then he hears you laugh and his heart nearly stops he's so relieved.

König follows the sound of your chatter around to the back of the house. You're perfect. Glowing in the sun, crouched in the grass as you play with a kitten, chatting with a woman he's never seen before. He opens his mouth to say something and- his mask.

Shit. He'd been in such a rush getting dressed he'd forgotten his bandana and thrown on his hood like he was used to from so many years with KorTac. You couldn't see him like this. Most importantly the woman you were with couldn't see him like this. He could see the gun she had tucked under her clothes, and he knew well enough how threatening he looked.

At least you were safe. And making a friend, that was good. You need friends. König rips the hood off his head and considers his options. He'll go back for his bandana, then come over and introduce himself. Or better yet maybe this new woman will be gone by the time he gets back.

You make a noise of surprise and he watches you pull your phone out, typing a quick message. His phone lights up as you put you phone back in your pocket.

From: 💕

Forgot to text you! Picked up some chicks but I'm handling it don't worry!!! Help me with names when you get a second

König smiles at his phone, he'll let you finish up your fun and swing by to check on your work. You're growing quite the little farm for yourself. Which is good, you'll need to know how to do these things once you're married. Although he isn't sure if you've quite grasped what all these animals are for yet...

#cowboy!könig #oc: bee #greetings from spain everyone!! my first day here has been so good #i am drinking and writing and enjoying time with my sister :) #König trying to explain to Bee that shes gonna eat her animals and she will not hear it #piggy smalls is a pet and how dare König imply otherwise #könig x reader #könig x you #x reader #könig modern warfare #könig cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #oc: goose #since i guess she makes an appearance #also Gaz in Murphy's giving Bee a heads up about haggling #king and queen of making sure bee doesnt die #theyre coming for your throne könig watch out #☀️ anon

[roomsofangel]

IN THE ABSENCE OF EVERYTHING, I PROMISE TO KEEP YOU WARM . . jeong yunho

“you��ve ruined me for anyone else, i don’t think i could ever stop loving you even if i wanted to.”

pairing idol!yunho x fem!reader

one sided dislike/hatred. sunshine x grumpy. could be seen as an enemies to lovers but it’s all one sided on y/n’s end and she just doesn’t like him in the beginning while yunho is completely oblivious, but still matches her energy.

genre angst, fluff, smut, fic.

synopsis ateez are on a much needed break after their recent comeback — traveling overseas for a short-term vacation, yunho desires nothing more than just to ease himself and let go of worries.

but with a run in with someone he deems an angel in human skin, yunho learns she doesn’t know who he is and pretends to be someone else.

filled with secrets and a burning romance, yunho learns that no matter what you do or how hard you try, life just isn’t fair.

and he only had himself to blame.

warnings mature themes, mainly due to language. a lot of dishonesty. hurt without comfort if i’m being honest. nsfw later on. arguments and miscommunication. reader and yunho don’t have a good first impression at all, and they both don’t use the most nicest words at first. a lot of talk of mental health, exhaustion, and being overworked.

notes this is told in past tense, yunho’s pov. think of it as you are listening to him tell the story after it all ended, only knowing his side. this was also going to be a one shot, but i instead have changed my mind and went with original idea when first planning this, and this will be a fic.

a/n this is a repost! so if it sounds familiar i originally posted this with my old blog mothworked!

status to be reposted

started n/a

completed n/a

reblogs & comments are very appreciated and also help out a lot! thank you for reading and giving my work a chance ^_^

. . . # chapters !

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | to be continued. .

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yunho hasn’t been happy in a while.

he doesn’t know when or where this sudden realization came into place, nor does he know when the feeling of numbness even decided to pop in for a chat as if it was a distant relative who came over for the holidays and refused to be put to bed.

he just knows he hasn’t been the same person after their comeback — assuming that he was only overworked, this will cease.

it didn’t.

his hands shoved his clothes into the oversized suitcase, hearing the zipper tug and close his belongings all tightly knit together, yunho let out a huff of air, allowing himself to pause for a minute, take in everything while staring blank at the pompompurin keychain he had setting on his nightstand with the mental reminder to hook it onto his bag to match with mingi — “will this actually do anything?” he voiced outloud, grumbling before pulling and rolling the suitcase off his bed and down the hall, “i’m here.”

the first person to lift their heads towards him was hongjoong who smiled in response, eyes showing he was just as exhausted and eager for this break, “does anyone know where we’ll be going?” he asked

“california — not so bad, huh?” seonghwa acknowledged, a light tone to ease the tension created from just the lack of care to their needs that begun to radiate off of then in their tones and actions

and yunho wanted to believe him, he really did.

but the feeling in his chest was yelling at him otherwise.

“san’s birthday is coming up,” yeosang mentioned one night while he and yunho unpacked, the two sharing a room together after losing a game of rock paper scissors

yunho could recall the shade the walls were painted, green lily. mingi was the one who mentioned the color by name and it had made them all erupt in fits of giggles on how — and why, he knew something like that but thanked him nonetheless, san announcing the dorms should be painted the same shade before getting a pillow aimed towards his head by a sleepy jongho

and now, yunho was scurrying around downtown LA, attempting to find a good present for his friend. why was gift shopping so hard? would san even like it? no, scratch that, san loved anything given to him — he was just a big ball of sunshine.

it was yunho who wouldn’t deem it good enough.

maybe coffee would help, yeah, that would. just something to distract his neverending nerves so he can think better. he should’ve asked seonghwa, he thought to himself.

the sky was clear, the sun being bright and reflecting on his freshly dyed scalp, it was his mind that was clouded and unable to steer in one set direction — not fully processing where he was going, only aware he was aiming towards that coffee shop he noticed. oh, if he knew then, he would’ve turned around.

colliding with a body, soft gasps and cold drink being spilled on his warm skin, “fuck,” he cursed out loud at the sudden temperature and new situation

and that’s when his eyes met yours.

but with the way his day and emotions had been, he didn’t intend for his next words to be come off so harsh, “i’m sorry”

you looked at him with an annoyed expression, brows knitted tightly together, “just watch where you’re going now i have to deal with a day without my drink.”

scoffing, yunho shook his head, “i wouldn’t be talking if i were you, you basically were fucking naurto running into my chest,”

you let out a huff, “naurto running?!” running your fingers through your hair, you shook your head, “if i wasn’t so mad, i would have laughed.”

“i can get you another one,” yunho tried to compromise, not wanting a feud with a stranger over a drink

plus, he wasn’t sure if you knew he was an idol and if you did, he didn’t have any desire to end up on an article, his thoughts broken by your scoff

“no fuck you, i wanted that one,” you folded your arms over your chest, eyes darting to the floor before you started getting napkins to clean up, yunho unaware of why he followed behind

“are you this uptight all the time?” yunho blurted, earning his chest to hit your back before you turned with raised brows

“only to dumbasses who make me spill my drink.”

“touché.”

he finally convinced you to let him get you another drink, taking a seat by you while the straw was between your lips and your fingertips tapped the cold plastic cup that had water droplets decorating, “you can leave now,” you said

“don’t flatter yourself, i ordered something too,” yunho shook his head

you sneered, “your presence just annoys me.”

yunho leaned forward, propping himself up with his elbows as he looked at you with a mocking grin to tease you more, “is that any way to talk to me after i got you another tea, which may i add, at a coffee shop?” he paused, looking at you taking a bite of your cake pop, “plus that cake pop.”

“yeah.” you shrugged

yunho ordered hot chocolate, his intentions were to get an iced americano but with the day he was having, his taste changed for today, his hands holding the warm wrapped brownie he hoped to enjoy if not giving it to san later

you teased him about it which was fair, he did so about your tea.

“what’s your name?” he asked

met with silence.

“hello, are you deaf?” he titled his head in response, you looking at him with a teasing grin

“for you, yeah.”

ignoring what you had said, yunho straightened his posture, “i’m yunho and you are?”

and yet again, met with your silence

“you’re making this really herd,” he huffed

“that’s the goal.” you replied

yunho didn’t know how much longer the two of you sat in silence, eating and drinking before you began getting up to clean your area, he remembered how the strands of your hair fell in front of your face and you harshly moved them aside in annoyance, jaw clenched while you got your bag that he didn’t realize you had with you — eyed landing on a specific dangling keychain that resembled the one he had connected, before he could make a comment about coincidences, you spoke

“y/n.”

“huh?” he questioned

you dusted yourself off and laughed, “my name is y/n, you asswipe.”

that was the first time he met you

and sometimes he wished he would’ve left you alone after that

maybe the two of you would have been better

maybe you wouldn’t hate him this much

and maybe he could’ve done things differently if he had another chance

but you won’t give him one

and he knows he doesn’t deserve it after what he did.

it was almost fate.

the situation and timing could come off as such — at least, yunho wanted to believe the two of you were starcrossed lovers destined to get it right either in this life or tbe next one.

he didn’t expect to see you there, polished and composed, the opposite of who he met the day prior. you radiated something that he knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of.

and he couldn’t.

even now, he found himself drowning in your memory and wanting to be swept under permanently — it nearly sounds as if he was praying for a fatal outcome, but he did not want to die. he just wanted his heart back.

the same one that still stayed in your hands while yours was forcibly removed from his

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[xxmoonch1ldxx]

IAN AND ANTHONY WENT TO SILLY SCHOOL DANCES TOGETHER 😭

#smosh #anthony padilla #ian hecox #ianthony #🔎☀️ #☀️🔍 #im gonna be sick this is so fucking cute #imagine them dancing and being silly together and 🥹 #i should write about that

[sunshinetoshi]

a solid pair

kuroo x reader (<1k words)

content (warnings): fluff

a/n: i was going to wait until kuroo’s bday to post this but i simply -cannot wait- it’s been a fat minute since i’ve written anything more than thoughts into my notes app so if this is bad i will pretend it’s not. self-confidence. also bless romcoms for making me rot for love once more.

“I have a question.”

“I have an answer.”

“What do you want for your birthday?”

His chest rumbles in soft laughter beneath you. He hums in thought before responding, “I’m going to give a kind-of answer because I already know you’re not going to settle with me saying I don’t need anything.”

You nod your head, “You’d be correct. Like give me ideas or a price range that makes you comfy. I have a couple different ideas but I wanted to ask you.” You sat up to give him a proper look in his eyes, “Just amuse me, it’s the first birthday we’re spending together and I want us to both be comfortable with how we celebrate. It’s unknown territory,” you hold a hand out to him like you’re making a deal, “help me out here.”

He grins before pushing your hand out of the way and engulfing you into a hug. “All right give me second.” He rubs small circles into your back. “Hm.. Don’t get me anything fancy, so definitely nothing expensive. But I don’t want to say anything specific. I want to be surprised. Helpful?”

“Just barely,” you huff in a faux dramatic tone, “But yes, helpful.”

“Hey, if you really want an honest answer you could get me a rock and I’d love it.”

“A rock.”

“Yes, a rock.”

“You joke a lot, you know.”

He shook his head, “I’m not joking around, I’d love it and I’d love it because it’s from you.”

———

“Socks?” Your friend stops in their tracks.

You nod without taking your eyes off of the displays you’re scanning, “Mhm, socks.”

“Please explain before I cast judgement.”

“We’re at the mall getting socks because he has said so many times he - quote unquote - loves funky socks. And he’s always wearing a different pair when I see him so why not add to the collection?”

“Funky how?”

“Funky like his favorite pair have cats on it. As in he prefers striped or polka dot socks over plain ones. As in he complains when he has to wear plain ones for fancy events.” You smile remembering the last big meeting he had and the little grumble Tetsurou made as he put his socks on.

“Aw, I guess that’s nice then. Okay you said there was a another part to your gift?”

“Yeah, and if you’re loving this side quest you’re gonna love the next - oh! These! He loves space and these lil guys are way cuter aliens than the other socks.” You hold up the pair for your friend and they laugh in disbelief.

———

You can’t help but join your friend in laughing at yourself.

“You look ridiculous!”

“I feel it too but I need to find a good one. Just stand watch and tell me if anyone’s coming.”

You continue your search, picking out select candidates when you realize after quite a while your friend is no longer giggling at you.

You turn you turn your head and look up at them. Their grin is wide. “What?” you ask, cracking a smile of your own.

“This is too cute.”

“What is?”

“You’re squatting like a kid looking for the perfect rock to give your boyfriend because he said he’d be happy even if you have him a rock for his birthday. You’re like a little penguin and it’s really really cute.”

You give a bashful smile and go back to searching for the perfect one.

———

“Did you get full?” Tetsurou gives your leg a gentle shake from the driver’s seat.

“I did.” You take in the smile on his face. “How’s your birthday so far?”

He shakes his head. “Oh man, a great day at work and a great evening with you with great food? Pretty great.” He gives a cheeky grin.

“Good,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “But actually I have one more surprise,” you reach down to your jacket on the floor of the passenger seat - where you had been hiding his present.

You hold it out to him and expect him to giddily open it up. But he grabs it with care and takes it in. This was a softer smile than you usually see on him and when he turned to look at you you swear his eyes had a brighter twinkle.

“Thank you, really. I was serious, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m gonna treasure whatever is in this box.”

“See what’s inside first,” you give his hand a squeeze of your own before dropping it so he has both hands free.

He chuckles and begins to untie the ribbon of the box. “Dang,” he lifts the box up closer to the car light above him, “This is a nice box. This is present enough.” Back to his teasing self.

“Open it,” you laugh.

“Okay, okay, but I’m serious. I’m keeping this box. it’s fantastic.” He lifts the lid and after of beat of silence of him processing what he sees he lets out a deep laugh at the rock sitting in the box. “A rock?” He laughs again before looking at you, “I love it.” He lifts it to get a closer look, reading aloud the tiny letters you carefully (stressfully) wrote on one side of the rock.

Happy Birthday Tetsu ♡

He traces over the date and your name you also wrote. He rolls the rock in his hand, tossing it a couple times. “This is like the perfect shape too. You know what, I’m putting this on my desk, that way I can look at it everyday.” He smiles at it once more before reaches over and gives you a big warm hug, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggle before bringing his attention back to the box, “there’s more - just a little something.”

He lifts the piece of paper you used to separate the two parts of your gift.

“Socks!” He takes them out and looks at the design on both pairs. “Aw I love them! Hey these are great quality, they’re thick. Look at this one with the little aliens. And this one,” he lifts the other pair, “Is your aesthetic to a T.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed in excitement.

He laughed at the outburst. “Then clearly,” he put each pair on either side of his face, “We’re the perfect pair.”

And maybe it was how he appreciated the small things. Maybe it was how his jokes, though corny, always made you smile. For reasons, emotions, beyond you, you decide then that yes - he’s the one.

hi!! given it’s been almost 2 years since i’ve written anything here i will no longer being doing taglists. ty for reading thooo <3

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #i love you tetsu💛 #my hubba bubba #as always lmk if i missed one!! #<-warnings or anything #☀️tara writes☀️

[solar-wing]

[yandere] popular jock alpha 🏈 x overachiever omega 🎓

hunter ramirez x remy griffin

heeeeyyyy :)

if anyone remembers, I posted a poll a while back about what yandere scenario I should post first and it was a tie between jock and streamer. so here's the jock one now!

these are original characters and not associated with any fandom content I've posted before. thus, it is not x reader, BUT when I get more posts out, I will accept requests for those who want to create their own little scenario ;).

MAJOR SHOUTOUT to @darling--core and her yandere jock character who was pretty much the entire inspiration for me wanting to create yandere content. literally messaged her and was like 'gurl can I use this as inspiration?' and she said yes so I'm very happy to share this with everyone now.

⚣ T.W. 🏈🎓 → yandere | MINORS DNI 18+ only | possessive & controlling behavior | a/b/o dynamics |

⚣ Words 🏈🎓 → 1.4k

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🏈🎓

Senior year is always the start of some bullshit.

Remy Griffin, upcoming class valedictorian, student council president, and recipient of various titles and awards is skilled at many things. Elected president of the Math Leagues for the last three consecutive years, he’s led his school to the national mathematics competition every year, never leaving with anything below 1st place.

He single-handedly rallied his school together for multiple protests, whether against unfair school rules or in support of a global cause.

He won his seat on the student council during his junior year, initially as the vice president, coming in 2nd behind Hoeniffer—*ahem*— Jennifer Farrow who was gunning for the presidential seat against him. He suspected the ho—girl of cheating and after thorough investigation and use of his charming Omega nature, he discovered it to be the truth. As a result, Hoeniffer was kicked from the student council, and Remy was elected to his rightful seat as President, with his close friend Dustin Bellerose taking his place as V.P.

There was nothing Remy couldn’t solve or achieve.

So why the hell couldn’t he manage to rid himself of the school’s most popular, yet insufferable Alpha, Hunter Ramirez?

Hunter held similar achievements to Remy, only his were mainly athletic. Captain to the football, basketball, and baseball teams since sophomore year. He’s led the school to numerous championships and has had college scouts from all over the country coming to see him play.

Yet, none of those things seem more important to him than obsessing and chasing after the school’s resident overachiever.

Hunter and Remy have gone to the same school since 1st grade, and as far as the Omega could remember, Hunter never showed him attention like this. Minus some instances where he noted the Alpha’s questionable behaviors, he never gave Remy reason to think he was an obsessive and controlling freak.

But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed signs of Hunter’s growing obsession with him as far back as freshman year.

It was relatively small stuff.

When the school year started and everyone was given their class schedules, that first week, Hunter would be in maybe two or one of his classes. Their sophomore year, he wasn’t in any of his classes. But every year, Hunter somehow ends up in most of his classes.

He even somehow managed to get into his A.P. classes, which confused the hell out of Remy because Hunter barely passed his regular classes to his knowledge, but it goes to show you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Either way, whatever classes Hunter ended up in with him, he’d act like it was a crime for anyone to try and talk to the Omega besides him. And there was never any possibility of Remy getting one of their other classmates as a partner for a project.

If the teacher left it to the class to choose their partners, Remy would try and get someone else to be his partner, but Hunter would come strolling overall calm and quiet and give the guy or girl one look, and they’d be scurrying out of their seats like mice. 

But if the teacher took it upon themselves to assign partners and gave Remy someone other than Hunter, it wasn’t long before he’d use the split personality that was reserved for adults and teachers alike to charm his way into getting what he wanted. Therefore, by the end of the period, Remy would have the Alpha as his partner, even if he tried to beg the teacher himself to let him keep his old partner.

That was just the beginning of Hunter’s seemingly back-then possessive attitude toward the Omega. But, little did he know of the other things that would follow.

Like members from the different athletic teams who Remy knew for a fact were either friends or associates of Hunter to a degree watching him in the halls, during study period, or in one of the few classes that the Alpha wasn’t in with him. It was like he could never be alone.

If Remy raised his hand to go to the bathroom or just disappeared somewhere, one of those jocks would suddenly be texting on their phone, then, two minutes later, Hunter would appear at wherever Remy was going with a smile that the Omega over time came to realize was only reserved for him.

Everyone else got his stagnant and bored face, which could be extremely intimidating since Hunter was very fit, very large, and generally just gave off silent but dangerous vibes. The adults and teachers would get his charming, pearly white smile, and that was only if the Alpha wanted something from them, like, say for example, Remy’s school file with his personal information like his address and phone number since the Omega wouldn’t give it to him initially.

In their eyes, Hunter was a good and noble student who was just looking out for his friend. And, even though school rules and the literal fucking law technically prevented this, Hunter did say Remy sent him there on his behalf. How could they not trust that innocent and charming smile of his?

Remy was still trying to figure out how Hunter got his number during junior year since he never gave it to him despite the Alpha’s numerous and persistent (almost considered forceful) attempts at getting it out of him. Hunter might have been an Alpha, but Remy was a stubborn little devil who never knew when to throw the towel in and would rather chew glass than even consider the thought.

Maybe that was why Remy seemingly couldn’t keep a boyfriend throughout his late middle school and high school years. Yeah, you heard right. Overachiever Remy Griffin whose schedule most government officials and CEOs couldn’t compete with also made time for romance and love. He was young. He liked attention. And most of all, he was horny. Sue him.

But, up until senior year, the Omega couldn’t name one relationship he had that lasted more than a month and where he didn’t get ghosted out of nowhere. It was almost like they were scared of him too. 

Whenever he would try to talk to them and figure out what went wrong, they’d take one look at him, glance around the room or hall and catch eyes with something and then hightail it off like someone lit a fire under their asses. And when Remy would glance in the direction they were looking before they took off, guess who’d he find giving him that smug little smile just a few feet away?

Hunter fucking Ramriez.

Remy almost bashed himself in the head for not recognizing the signs of the Alpha’s obsessive behavior toward him earlier, and most of all, not doing something about it.

Now, it was senior year, and Hunter seemingly upped his game tenfold. He was practically acting like the Omega’s boyfriend, husband, bodyguard, and controller all wrapped up in one deliciously tight, hot, and muscled package. 

Ironic as well when you consider the fact that the Alpha and Omega won ‘Cutest Couple’ in their class yearbook every year since freshman year despite Remy never remembering once even signing his name down on that blasted category. He always went for ‘Most Likely to become President’ and ‘Most Likely to be your Future Boss,' and yet somehow, his and Hunter’s name ended up in that section of the yearbook every year since they got their first ones in the 9th grade.

But, thinking about it now, it wasn’t that surprising, knowing Hunter’s influence in the school and the fact that he probably convinced bribed/blackmailed someone on the yearbook committee to put their names in. Another blatant sign Remy so ignorantly ignored.

And despite the Omega’s still strong feelings of aversion and disdain toward the Alpha, he couldn’t figure out if the jock was slowly starting to grow on him or if he just liked the attention.

Either way, Remy Griffin knew one thing. He couldn’t fucking stand Hunter Ramirez, and hell would have ice water and top-notch air conditioning before he let that smug and controlling Alpha think he’d just fall over and do whatever he said.

Remy was no punk, and he’d soon find out neither was Hunter.

“Me & Hunter? Sorry, I have to go home and laugh at that idea.” “You could pretend to like him.” “I could, but there’s a reason I never joined drama club.”

☀️ | YANDERE | ☀️

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tasm!peter parker :: them genuinely being supportive even with the smallest things like . “i think im gonna do it. i’m gonna buy strawberry flavoured gum instead of mint this time.” and their s/o is like “You’re them. ur a genius. scientists are scared of you. philosophers are terrified of your power. men are in awe of U and you’re mine.”

congratulations again ml <3

and you're mine

a/n: omg i haven't written for peter in a while so i hope this is alright <3 (0.2k)

ivy's cafe // masterlist // taglist

“I think I'm finally gonna try that new fast food place, the one I told you about yesterday,” Peter smiled from his spot on the couch, “if you want that too?”

“I do! Swear on my life babe I do. You’re a genius and men are in awe of you and you’re mine.” 

He pulled you back onto the springy cushion, laughing when he notices the way heat seems to bloom in your chest. He was warm, overheating almost, but he always was – something to do with the science of his abilities.

“That I am,” You climbed over him and to the phone on your counter, dialing the number you’d written down earlier. The faint ringing of your phone was all you could hear for about 5 ticks of the clock on your wall until he piped up, apparently unsatisfied with your earlier response.

“No you don’t understand,” his palms were kneading at your calves, his thumbs pushing into the flesh, “philosophers are in awe of your capabilities, scientists are afraid of –”

“Peter,” you cut him off. His thumbs pause for just a moment on your legs as he replies.

“Yeah?”

“D’you want me to call them or not?” He frowned at that, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Can I continue after?”

“Promise,”

#ivy is writing ! #ivy’s inbox 💌 #ivy’s cafe #jessie ☀️ #event.tea #tasm #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter imagine #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter one shot #the amazing spider man #spider man #peter parker (ivy’s version) #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!spiderman x reader

[spaceagebachelormann]

Okay so Xavier meeting the reader who is Wednesday’s friend and he thinks she’s intimidating but she’s actually the opposite of Wednesday and really sweet and nice and he just falls for her on the spot?

Idk what else to put with this idea

intimidating

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem reader

warnings: splinters, xavier shit talking reader, reader is kinda weird, swearing

summary: xavier falls in love with an unexpected person

intimidating pt 2

masterlist

“Who are we waiting for?” Xavier groaned from his spot on the grass.

Wednesday glared up at him, indicating that if he asked one more time, she would snap him in half, and he didn’t doubt if she could or not for a moment.

“I’ve only told you 6 times.” She grumbled, still staring him down, “Y/N. My friend, who you seem to have a discomfort for.”

Xavier glared back, “Of course I have a discomfort for her! She’s creepy and always stares at me in class. Scratch creepy, she is terrifying.”

He had never really like you. Everytime he glanced at you, you were already staring. You were also freakishly smart, and overly smart people are always secretly insane. It didn’t help that you had a resting bitch face, so that also made you intimating.

Enid nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she does always stare at him. It’s weird.”

“That just means she admires you. It’s a compliment, really.” Wednesday said, turning her attention from Xavier to the book in front of her.

Enid frowned.

“Wait, you invited Y/N even though Xavier doesn’t feel comfortable with her?” Her frown turned into a scowl, and she added “That’s not a very good move, Wednesday. I don’t think you should have done that.”

“I don’t think I care.”

Xavier nodded at Enid, “Thanks for trying.”

Enid smiled.

“However,” the raven haired girl began, “I do agree. Y/N is never late, not to anything. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited her this time.”

Xavier began to nod, but a voice distracted him.

“I’m here!” The voice called, falling out of a tall tree.

You sat up, and hissed in pain, because there was multiple splinters all over your body.

“I’m sorry, I was busy.” You apologized, slumping in between Enid and Xavier.

Enid couldn’t sit still with your condition, she began to tend to your wounds as Xavier not so subtly scooted away from you.

“It’s fine. Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Wednesday asked, putting her full attention on you.

You shook your head, mindlessly smiling.

“I need your help to catch a hyde. Your parents used to work with them, correct?”

You grinned at your friend.

“Yes! Thank you for remembering, everyone always forgets and just acts like they’re as insane as I am.”

You were unaware of the fact you were just proving Xaviers theory of smart people being crazy criminal masterminds.

“That’s so cool! Do you know anything about catching them?” Enid cut in, giving you a big grin.

“Well, I can remember some things. For example, they..” You trailed off as your eyes landed on Xavier.

Wednesday cleared her throat. “Is something wrong?”

You smiled at the boy across from you. “Xavier Thorpe, right? I’ve been meaning to tell you for weeks now, I absolutely adore your shoes! Where did you get them from?”

Okay, Xavier thought, maybe she’s really not as bad as I assumed she was. But, he knew he couldn’t be sure just yet.

He blushed. “Uh, thanks. I have an extra pair if you want them. I ordered them, like, four sizes too small.”

You turned your attention back to Wednesday, after smiling at Xavier once more and thanking him. “You were saying?”

Enid awkwardly laughed, “Actually, you were talking.”

“Oh, yes! I was! For example, they absolutely love the smell of meat, obviously. If you were going to capture one, it’s better to do it in a wide and open space, so you have room to run away if needed. However, running away would only work if the trees were thick. So, it would be hard to find a good spot.” You smiled at the group thoughtfully, taking in Enid and Xaviers shocked expressions, and Wednesdays neutral one.

“Y/N,” Wednesday said, “I need a favour.”

~

And now, you were standing alone, waiting for the three of them. Wednesday had told you to meet her by the statue of Edgar Allan Poe. As usual, you hadn’t been given very many details of why. All you knew was that she needed your help.

From the very few details you were given, you knew that they needed your help to find out where the hyde was hiding. Their current idea was an old abandoned house.

It was exactly 10:30 PM, the time you had agreed on meeting.

A few minutes continued to pass, and they still weren’t there.

You had begun to get worried.

Until, you spun around and saw Enid, Wednesday, and Xavier walking towards you.

“Sorry, Enid decided to paint her nails again. In her mind, it seemed like a great idea.” Wednesday apologized.

“Well, they looked atrocious! I had to do something!” Enid defended, crossing her arms defensively.

You gave a joyful laugh, the noise causing Xaviers cheeks to slightly flush.

“It’s alright! I’m just glad you’re here now.” You said to them all, eye lingering on Xavier for a moment, just long enough to see his pink cheeks.

Since your last meeting, Xavier had fallen for you. At first, he had thought you were like Wednesday, cool, calm, and intimidating. But, you had proved him wrong. You were sweet, and nice. He liked that.

And now, he got to explore an old house with you.

10/10 first time hanging out.

Good for him.

#mars writing 🧈 #xavier thorpe #wednesday show #xavier thorpe x reader #cherry ☀️

[lonicera-edulis]

Here is a post where I'm giving a permission to print any of my fan artworks for a personal use. You may ask me for a full sized file or download it from DeviantArt. Although I don't have much finished works 😅😧 (If some art is of a too low resolution for printing, you can use waifu2x)

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[sunasite]

how could he kill you?

how could he kill you when you look at him with stars in your eyes? when you look at him like he hung the moon for you? of course, if he could do that, he would. he'd do anything for you.

you've given him a taste of what love feels like, and he wants more. if he kills you, he'll never get that. he'll never get a lifetime of loving gazes, genuine praise, and such sweet kisses. he wants to grow old with you, and lay next to you every night. he wants to wake up to your voice, and make you breakfast as you tell him about your strange dream last night.

no, he decided, he could never let his family touch you. he could never let you find out, either. ethan has finally met his own special person, and he won't let anything ruin that for him. not even ghostface.

but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there. for now, he wants to wallow in your love until he drowns— fall into you, and hope he never gets back up.

#a quick little something for ethan kissers 🫶 #ive rewatched scream 6 like 10 times #and i still giggle uncontrollably when he comes up on screen #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream vi #scream x reader #my tags next 🫡 #scream vi ☀️ #ethan landry ☀️ #sun writes ☀️

[ariespellz]

hand holding hcs !!

ft. genshin guys + gn!reader

includes: diluc, xiao, albedo, thoma, zhongli, itto, kaeya, childe.

one, two, three.

cw: fluff, established relationship, me simping (kinda), mentions of blood and battles, it gets kinda angsty in kaeya's (not too much. god im so in love with him it's unhealthy).

A/N: THEM!!! also this got progressively more informal KDHZJSBS sorry abt that lol. and sorry for having parts longer than others ://

DILUC

top tier hand holding. bless his soul.

his hands are warm due to his vision. they're big and strong, and his palms are a bit rough.

he also has some scars, most of them he'd rather not talk about.

"just... and accident" he'd reply softly, clearing his throat.

some others are from small falls he had as a kid, or from training.

he doesn't like the scars at all, so if you were to tell him something positive about them, his cheeks would turn pink (please compliment them).

he's not the fondest of PDA but hand holding is one of the few things he'll do in public

when it's just the two of you it's better, though. he'll take his gloves off and smile when you interlace his fingers in yours :'))

you know the rubbing thumb thing?? yeah he does that

it's just something ingrained in his brain, really. his father did it when he was only a child, taking walks with him through the forest whenever the adult had some time to spare.

to him, hand holding is sacred. it just feels so intimate in a way he can't quite describe. fingers interlocked, little glances you sometimes steal the other, and your light giggles when you catch him.

OH and he's totally the type to lean down and kiss the reverse of your hand

with EYE CONTACT

makes your knees wobbly every. single. time.

and he knows that

so he only does it behind closed doors. to save you from the embarrassment (and totally not because he can't help the smirk tugging at his lips and the small laugh that scapes his lips when you cover your face with the free hand)

(yeah definitely not that)

you were the one initiating the contact the first time.

you see him all suave and mysterious and cool

but the first time you held his hand?? he almost combusts right there

you were walking home after a dinner out. it was your second date together and the opportunity just presented itself when he suggested taking a stroll instead of using a carriage.

and you just... went for it when he accidentally brushed his hand against yours.

you had some mercy and didn't interlace fingers.

but still. WOW. the reaction was immediate. you could hear a sharp breath and a shivering exhale. if it wasn't for the silence that accompanied the night, you were sure you wouldn't have heard it.

but it also was the night and it's darkness that you couldn't clearly see his raging blush. you two were lucky he didn't accidentally set anything on fire.

the redness extended from the apples of his cheeks, to the tip of his ears, to his neck and collarbones.

and the fluttering in his belly, which had been bothering him the entire afternoon, was going wild.

he couldn't LOOK at you. he was scared that you could hear his heartbeat. humiliating.

for him of course. you had the time of your life teasing him (and it was also cute so it's a win-win)

"is something the matter, master diluc?" you ask feigning innocence, a cheeky smile adorning your face "you don't look too good. perhaps you have fever?"

"i am perfectly fine, (y/n). thank you." he muttered through gritted teeth after a long silence. you just giggled in response.

good thing he didn't get to see the flush adorning your face, and how you had to bite back the loving sigh that threatened to leave your lips.

archons. you were down bad.

XIAO

he won't initiate it but he won't stop you either (a.k.a he's too proud to let you see how soft it makes him)

"you mortals are weird" he scoffs. you don't fail to notice that he doesn't even try to pull away.

and that he won't meet your gaze.

his hands are so pretty omg. slender fingers that would look delicate if it wasn't for the sheer strength they have.

that's one of the reasons he's hesitant to touch you.

PDA with him is non existent. zero. maybe some acts or service, or the obvious way he favours you over anyone else present.

but there won't be a single touch that could confirm that.

(you swear you can see zhongli smirking behind his cup of tea, eyes flickering between the two of you full of amusement. oh, and archons forgive that hu tao's there, ready to point out the way his gaze softens when he hears your voice.)

the lack of contact in front of others is nothing to get worried over

it's just that he's kinda clueless when it comes to affection.

specially physical one.

but he's willing to try just to see you happy.

you don't initiate much either, considering how private he is.

to be completely honest, if he allows you to freely touch him without any grumbling (let alone hold his hand) it means that he's completely and absolutely smitten

you're the only one he could ever commit to. someone whose only purpose is to kill, to harm, to get his hands stained with blood. the same ones you're now cradling in yours, brushing your thumb lovingly over his knuckles, after practically begging him to take off his gloves, just to feel him.

"these hands have taken countless lives" he says, voice stern "why would you want to hold them?"

and he looks so genuinely confused.

golden eyes, perfect porcelain skin, teal hair moving with the breeze, watching the sunset in wangshuu inn's roof.

he feels himself melt. muscles relaxing for the first time in centuries.

and the way he looked at you, even if it was just for a moment. so full of love. so full of devotion.

you may or may not have had to sneakily dry a tear after that.

ALBEDO

hmm

he's a wild card

maybe because he doesn't really care

it's not like he dislikes it (not at all) it's just that it feels so casual, so natural to him that he doesn't see the point in lingering in the thought for too long.

his hands are perfect. they were carved to be like that, after all.

soft palms, slender fingers, and clean, perfect nails.

his digits grazing your skin feel like kisses covering every inch they touch.

even if the gesture isn't a big deal for him, it feels comforting. he won't really hesitate to take your hand in his while walking around dragonspine, or while taking a stroll in the city.

he silently slides his digits between yours. the usual between you two. you were taking a different path home today, after an afternoon in his lab.

"so you don't get lost" he says. you know that's not the real reason, but no words are needed.

he was the one who suggested it first.

"just to see how it feels" or some bullshit excuse like that.

lies. it was because he read it in a romance book LMAO

don't even get me started on how kaeya wouldn't stop mercilessly teasing him about it after he caught him reading it. twice.

"this is nice. we should do it more often" he suggests with a straight face.

your lips inevitably quirk upwards.

"yeah," you mutter, feeling your face heat up "we should."

he likes it. that's it.

not a big deal.

but, just a secret between you and me...

...he'd only ever do it with you

ZHONGLI

average hand holding enjoyer

seriously though. this man will NOT let go of your hand

(unless you ask ofc. but you probably won't lol)

going for a walk around liyue harbour? he's holding your hand. filling paperwork for a funeral? he's holding your hand with his free one. dinner out? hand holding OVER THE TABLE‼️ the waitress is swooning (it was me. i was the waitress/hj)

what can i say. a gentleman.

he's so natural with PDA, too. does not give a single fuck about who's watching.

oh and HIS HANDS

lord have mercy

we must stay focused brothers

they're strong and veiny, but also slim at the same time. for someone who as slaughtered hundreds, if not thousands, he has a surprisingly low amount of marks.

he heals fast. he's a god.

you may notice a few scratches if you look closely, but that's about it. he doesn't hesitate to tell you the full story if you ask for it.

"oh, that one?" he let out a low chuckle "it was a long time ago..."

yeah, get ready. he likes to ramble.

but his stories are interesting and you love to listen, sooo

just like diluc, he's 1000% the type to kiss the back of your hand.

he'll lean down, golden eyes boring through yours, digits holding your hand in place, and place a chaste kiss right in the middle.

dancing with him ugh<3

as stated before, he does NOT hesitate to do it in public. if hu tao or childe are there, get ready.

anyway back to the point.

he also does the thumb rubbing thing.

i don't know how to describe it but his hands are always the right temperature.

you'd have to be the one to do it the first time.

it's not that he doesn't want to, its more of a what if you don't want to.

so, you were walking around liyue harbour, and it was really busy

he's really tall, so you would've been able to find him if you two got separated

but it was the perfect opportunity to grab his hand.

when you suggested it he smiled softly and let you decide how you wanted it.

"the scenery is beautiful today, isn't it?"

"indeed, it is" he answered. he, however, could only look at you.

probably one of the best hand holders in teyvat ngl.

THOMA

OH

THIS ONE

THIS ONE RIGHT HERE

your hand is always entangled with his

but it's less casual and more... passionate

going for walks in the nature, he'll interlock your fingers with his

he'll kiss the back of your hand, yeah, but hear me out:

he'll kiss your palm while looking at you in the eye.

dunno about you jut i'd just MELT

oh and going around through the market, buying groceries?? you WILL dangle your conjoined hands back and forth

it's so cute PLS the vendors have a heartache every time they see you two.

(honestly same)

he's a PDA guy. he's a private person, as extroverted as he can be, but he loves showing you off because he knows you're so cool and great and yadda yadda yadda

he also knows your worth

also!! imagine having a hotpot with the kamisatos at komore teahouse.

he's ambidextrous (a hc of mine) so he'll hold his chopsticks in one hand and yours in the other.

ayaka is practically fantasizing and sighing adoringly while ayato is being a dick teasing you

"my, thoma! i didn't take you for a showoff" ayato says. "when's the wedding?"

ayaka lightly taps his thigh, annoyance written all over her face. thoma just chuckled, tightening his grip.

his hands are rough thanks to all the work, but still delicate in some way. careful and precise, long fingers and veiny forearms. he also manages to always have his nails perfect?? clean and the right length.

same as diluc, his vision makes them warm.

he initiated it the first time.

"can i hold your hand, (y/n)?" he asked. it was your first date and he had just picked you up. nothing too formal, just a walk around the city at night.

your heart was racing, and you were sure your palms were sweaty.

and his emerald eyes flickered nervously, not quite connecting with yours

and his beautiful smile was trembling a bit with excitement

and his cheeks and the tip of his ears were colored pink

"sure, i'd love to." you couldn't contain the happy giggle that scaped your lips because oh my god you were holding thoma's hand.

another one who does the thumb thing

ladies, gentlemen and nobles of the court he is the PERFECT MAN. his hand holding will make you ascent to celestia.

ITTO

he's a passionate one that's for sure

sometimes he's a bit too passionate, and you have to ask him to calm down (otherwise he might just break your hand lmao)

oni stuff we don't get it

his hands are huge, and warm, and full of scars, and nghhh please i wanna hold his hand and kiss the marks

most of them are from doing dumb shit lol

shinobu always gets you to treat his scratches because she knows he won't resist you (an that he actually listens to you)

big PDA guy.

he OWNS it

he could make out with you in the middle of a busy street as long as you wanted him to

so it goes without saying that his hands are ALWAYS on you

but he specially loves to hold your hand

it feels so romantic to him hehe <3

it makes him lightheaded and his stomach fill with butterflies

he feels so joyous that he always chuckles when you do it

"so we don't get separated" you'd excuse yourself.

unpopular opinion YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE TO DO IT

yes his love language is physical touch, yes he was shy about it. so what?

you were in a beetle fight, the two of you cheering for your onikabuto to win.

and then...

it did!

you weren't officially dating yet, so kissing him was out of the question (even if you really wanted to, just by hearing his cheery laugh and seeing his adorable smile)

instead, you picked one of his hands with both of yours, looked up to him and thanked him

"see?" he stammered, trying to play it cool "what did i tell ya? the small ones are the best!"

he scratched the back of his head with his free hand, avoiding eye contact. he was a stuttering, babbling mess. face reddened, heartbeat quickening, and hands sweating.

it didn't take him long to ask you out after that.

loves to touch you and loves hand holding. totally worth it.

KAEYA

you'd assume he does it a lot

WRONG

wait not too wrong

he loves to touch you (same as itto, he's all over you) but hand holding somehow feels vulnerable to him

which means it makes him shy

hands holding your waist? cool. an arm draped over your shoulders? nothing out of the ordinary. his palm on your thighs, caressing and grabbing the flesh? how daring! still nothing new.

but your fingers toying with his? his thumb brushing over your knuckles? to feel your grip tighten or soften depending on the mood?

holy shit he's malfunctioning

because yes, he can be a smooth talker. a flirt. someone who's handsome and knows it.

he'll be as cool as a cucumber as long as it's not intimate.

because kaeya's heart its surrounded by an everlasting blizzard. because he's scared of commitment, of intimacy.

because he's scared of attachment, but even more scared of loneliness.

so he'll play it off with lingering touches that feel burning on your skin. with fingertips stoking your back. with a playful kiss on your cheek.

he wants to be liked, but he can't be important.

so when the touch is innocent, genuine, caring. when you allow yourself to wear your heart on your sleeve just for him.

it's when you see past the façade.

"oh." he gasped softly. thank barbatos the street was practically empty. you can feel his muscles tense for a second, but he doesn't waste a second to chuckle and dissimulate it with faux-confidence "feeling needy, aren't we?"

you just roll your eyes. what a guy.

still!! not as big on PDA as you initially assumed. if you're in a flirting/first dates phase, he might be a bit more public.

the moment it becomes official, he's more lowkey.

the grannies and grandpa's of mond remind you two how lucky you are to have each other.

OK OK BACK TO THE POINT

you were the first one to hold his hand (go get him tiger)

diluc had knocked on your door one day at around two in the morning.

"that guy is drunk and i don't want him making a mess" he had said. judging by the look on his face, he meant something like "im worried about him but i don't want him to know".

so, you tidied yourself as much as you could and went to angel's share.

the walk to his home was torture. he would not stop whining with his face in the crook of your neck.

at one point you got frustrated and told him to stop. your voice came out colder than you wanted and you instantly regretted it.

"i'm sorry. please don't leave me."

you heard your heart break. not wanting to push his boundaries, you settled for taking his hands in yours.

"i won't, i promise." you sighed. "let's get you home, then, yeah?"

"...yeah."

needless to say, he had a lot to think about the next day, when he saw you sleeping on his couch.

your response to his vulnerability was what made the difference for him.

CHILDE

childe would love nothing more than to spend his whole life with his hands on you.

but he can't.

PDA with him has to be settled to a minimum. the last thing he wants is to let any of those ten menaces and their minions to know just how important you are to him.

that's why holding hands is the most he'll do in public

when he's sober, at least.

due to the cold, it's the usual in snezhnaya to hold hands. not even in the romantic sense. just another way to maintain the heat.

so he doesn't really see it as something that intimate or relevant.

he does like it, though

specially with you.

he does this thing when he grabs your wrist and expects you to do the rest just so he can tease you for it and 'gaslight you' into believing you were the one holding him

"aw, (y/n), do you really like me that much, hm?

"not this again, please."

#Free(Y/N)

ANYWAYS his hand is always in yours, similar to zhongli or thoma.

unless his co-workers are nearby.

noone really knows who did it first.

you were going for a stroll one day and tried it at the exact same time.

an "accident".

(he saw you staring at his hand and tried to make it less awkward by doing that)

(king shit)

his hands are veiny and also a bit bony?? (is that a thing lol)

slim and long fingers

his palms are softer than you'd expect. he always wears gloves while training

still, he has a lot of scars. mostly cuts and scratches.

contrary to popular belief, he's not fond of his scars. he likes the stories that go behind them, and the experience they give him.

but god forbid that any of his younger siblings see them. specially teucer.

"i think they look good on you" you complimented one day, kissing them one by one. "it's in character of you."

he smiled softly, sliding his digits between yours "i think you look good in everything."

man that was SMOOTH /j

hand holding is a big deal in snezhnaya because of how common it is.

so he'll use it as an excuse not to let you go.

what a dork. i want to marry him.

#☀️.writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #diluc x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #itto #arataki x reader #itto x reader #diluc #kaeya #kaeya x reader #childe #childe x reader #ajax x reader

[dkisms]

Emotionally Unavailable

Vernon x afab!reader /// 8.4k words /// fluff, smut, light angst between characters

Warnings: You being Mingyu's sister, Vernon vernoning

          You felt your abdomen tighten as he kissed down your stomach, giving you a smirk at your flushed face. He said something you couldn’t hear, or maybe you couldn’t understand, before moving his face down to your core, and-

          You shot up out of bed, your hair everywhere. Whatever the fuck that dream was, you wanted nothing to do with it. You didn’t like Vernon, and you were absolutely not thinking about him. You never would, never will, and used your pillow to smack yourself on the head five or six times, hoping that would do the job.

          You got up and opened your door, hearing a few voices downstairs. You lived in a house with your older brother, Mingyu, and unfortunately due to that, met quite a few of his friends. You met Cheol when you were a kid, and thought he was like another brother. The same was the case with Wonwoo, an esports gamer that hung out with Mingyu 90% of the time with his girlfriend, who you loved (and thought was way out of his league, if you were honest).

          Vernon was a unique member of the group. He transferred to your brother’s class in high school, and was quick friends. Originally, you wanted nothing to do with them, and them with you, but Mingyu’s nerd group invited you to a few places in high school. You weren’t even close to being in the same friend group; opting for skirts and studying hard, in comparison to the hawaiian shirt wearing weed group your brother followed into college. 

          After college, when the group had graduated (and now you just a few months ago), you moved in with Mingyu, as the both of you worked nearby. Unfortunately for you, that left you stuck with the same group he claimed was his ‘Bombshell Babe Bestfriends’ (you can’t forget the t-shirts they made) - and the rest was history.

          You quickly got ready for the day, and headed downstairs, seeing Mingyu and the rest of the BBB’s. Wonwoo gave you a little wave, seeing you with your work gear, and winced.

“Stuck working on a Saturday?” He asked, pulling his earphones off.

“Yeah,” You said, grabbing a tiny bottle of apple juice from the fridge. “Need to get a proposal done for work, and then I can have Monday off.”

“Don’t forget the party!” Mingyu called as you left the house, shutting the door behind you.

          Of course, the party. You had avoided thinking about it, knowing large groups of people wasn’t your thing, and honestly hoping you wouldn’t have to go. It was an engagement party for Jeonghan, or maybe just an excuse for everyone to go drink Cheol’s expensive liquor, but they took any excuse they could.

          You got into work, where Cheol sent you the time to arrive, and yanked your laptop out, ready to work.

—-////—-

          You let out a groan to pop the bones in your back, looking out the window next to you. The sky was painted a beautiful mix of pinks, purples, and oranges; the sign it was time for you to leave. You shuffled the laptop into your bag, turned off the lights, and headed down to your car. Your phone dinged a few times with texts from the BBB’s (you were added to the group chat, with Wonwoo’s girlfriend quickly following), and you shot a quick text that you were leaving.

          By the time you got to Cheol’s place outside of town, the sky was turning quite dark, and you parked next to Vernon in one of the few spots available, and headed to the front door, where it swung open to show a drunk Hoshi. 

“I was worried you weren’t coming!” He whined, yanking you inside, and you waved at a few stragglers, as he pulled you out back.

          The second you were outside, Seungkwan rescued you, giving you a look, and pulling you to the side with him. Before you could even speak, he had a drink in your hand, and was giving you the details on everything that happened before you came in. You looked around as he spoke, and nearly spit your drink out, seeing the BBB club.

“What the..?” You muttered, eyes flowing over the group, confused.

          Your own brother, Mingyu, wasn’t wearing his stupid floral shirts, or the crazy colored slides he normally had on when he came to these parties. Wonwoo wasn’t wearing video game merch, instead opting for jeans and a white tee. Scoups had on his usual suit style, but the shock of the century wasn’t from them, it was from Vernon.

          Vernon usually wore crazy beanies, and quite often in a tie dye color. Everything was usually more baggy, with no care for what he put together, but this was different. Seungkwan noticed your face and laughed at you.

“Hoshi’s friend was introduced to us today. She’s a stylist, and was appalled at their fashion choices. She helped them pick out a few things, and taught them how to finally dress themselves. Should’ve seen the look on Mingyu’s face when she told him they weren’t college kids anymore, and to dress more their age, if they wanted to find a date.” 

          I have got to thank her. Spa day, give her the moon, something, you thought, eyes unable to move from the group. Vernon’s shitty floppy hair was no more, replaced by a shaggy hairdo, something close to an undercut. It suited his face, his eyebrows, everything so well, and you couldn’t hardly believe it.

“They look really good.” You said, and Seungkwan hummed in agreement, giving you a side eye. 

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he said, sipping his drink. “You’ve had the hots for Vernon for years. It’s weird to me, if I’m honest, but I won’t say it’s not expected. Brother’s best friend cliche and everything.”

You frowned at the statement, sighing. “Not happening. I thought he was cute…ish, and I proved my college self right. But it’s not happening.”

“Why not?” Seungkwan asked, his piercing gaze judging you.

“Because he’s Mingyu’s friend. Listen, I’m not stupid. We’re from different lifestyles. He’s laid back, and working on his company. I’m in architecture, at work 90% of the time. It’s not going to happen. Besides, I don’t want to date right now, and he’s clearly just messing around for fun. Not compatible.” You said, firm.

          Seungkwan shook his head, but dropped the subject, as Mingyu ran over with a bottle of soju, and dragged the two of you over to the group. You happily took the bottle to chug it, and grinned at Dino, who was playing a game with Joshua, who was groaning on the ground, pretending to be stabbed. Maybe it was the soju, but when he gestured at you, and you pretended to yank a knife from your neck, the guys had the brightest grin on their faces, shoving you in laughter.

          After what was ages of messing around, you checked your watch, wincing at the time, and showing the guys, many of whom were trying to get others to leave. Mingyu nearly collapsed on you, reeking of vodka, as Wonwoo was rounding your group up. 

“Vernon’s sleeping over, right?” Mingyu slurred out, stumbling to the passenger seat of the car.

“I am.” Vernon responded, cheeks red. While he wasn’t as drunk as you or Mingyu, he was well on his way, but was still helping Wonwoo get the two of you to the car. 

          You fell into the backseat with Vernon, the two of you giggling about something Mingyu said, laughing the whole way back to the house. Wonwoo helped Mingyu to bed as you stumbled to the bathroom to brush your teeth, singing some random song. As you left the bathroom, you slammed straight into Vernon, who kept you from falling, and holding you in place. 

          Do it, your heart screamed, and against all other self control you had left, you stared at him while he talked away, not hearing anything in your brain. He waved a hand in front of your face as you blinked at him, and within seconds, you reached up to grab his shirt, yanking him down into a kiss, teeth bashing against his. You let go as your brain slowly caught up to you, and you stared at him for a millisecond, before running to your room, locking the door behind you quickly, and hiding within the sheets of your bed.

—-////—-

          You might just end it. Jump out the window? Or maybe just become a nun. A thousand and one thoughts raced through your brain as you panicked, staring up at your ceiling. You were well aware everyone was awake, and had left, but you didn’t think you could bear to look anyone in the eye at this moment. For fucks sake, you had just told Seungkwan you weren’t going to do anything, but your stupid drunk self apparently thought Vernon was too pretty to pass up. 

          You slowly stepped from your room, and stared to the hall, where Vernon’s shoes were missing, and let out a sigh of relief. You snuck to the kitchen to grab food, praying to any god above Mingyu was in his room, or doing anything else.

“What in the actual fuck are you doing?” Mingyu asked, staring from the living room as you tiptoed, and froze.

“What- what do you mean?” You asked, and he squinted at you.

“Looking like the actual fucking grinch.” He said, and scoffed. “The guys left. Said you were crazy drunk last night.”

“Did… did they say anything else?” You said, and he shook his head. 

“Dude, you are fucking weird today. No, nothing happened. Jeonghan has pictures, though.” He said.

          You listened to him ramble about the party and Jeonghan as you stole some leftovers, confused. You had honestly figured Vernon would say something, after all, he had before. When he had first met Mingyu, your stupid self hadn’t checked if anyone was home before gushing all about the crush you had on a classmate, and had proceeded to tell the rest of BBB about it, sending you crying to your room as they joked about beating the poor kid up that had stolen your heart. Sure, you were adults now, but that never stopped Mingyu from teasing you when you looked at a waiter too long, or when you were ‘extra nice to one of their friends’. 

          You sighed, calming yourself down, as you headed to your room. It clearly wasn’t an issue, and you didn’t have to worry about it.

—-////—-

          Okay, maybe you had to worry about it. You felt like your skin was on fire as some of the guys grabbed snacks, and Vernon just stared at you from his spot on the couch. Surely you weren’t obvious. Yes, you did pick the spot furthest away, but you figured it wasn’t an issue, as you and Vernon rarely sat together. 

“Here.” Wonwoo said, passing you a bag of candy, and a bottle of soda. 

          You gave him a nod as the others settled in, and you grabbed your blanket, hiding away. If Vernon couldn’t see you, he wouldn’t think about it. Right? Had to be the truth. The movies felt like ages, and by the time the third movie hit, you were over it. You slid away to the bathroom as quiet as possible, hearing everyone snoring away on their respective spots. After using the bathroom, and staring at yourself in the mirror to beg yourself to calm down, you headed back down the hall, only to have a hand grabbing your arm to stop you. You jumped 5 or so feet and turned to see Vernon, who pulled you into a side room, and gestured for you to be quiet.

“Can I help you?” You asked, pretending to be confused. Vernon just gave you a blank look.

“Don’t try it. You’re obvious. Why are you acting like… that.” He said, giving you a look.

“Like what?” You asked. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Apparently not. I figured you were drunk as hell, and made a stupid decision. I get it. But even Mingyu is noticing you acting weird. Knock it off.” He said, and you nodded, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You’re pretty and all, but Mingyu’s friend. It won’t happen again, I swear.” You said, and he smiled at you.

“I’m pretty?” He teased. “Ahh, this gives me memories of when you were in middle school.”

“Vernon.” You warned, and he chuckled. “Seriously, not funny. I cried. Listen, it was a mista-”

          You froze as he bent down to kiss you, cutting you off. He tasted like the bag of sour gummy worms he devoured while watching the movie, and you couldn’t help but kiss him back, pulling him closer by his neck. His tongue ran along your bottom lip as you parted them, and he swallowed any moan that came from your mouth. He pulled away the second he heard Mingyu wake up and called for him, and held up a finger to his lips to signal you to stay quiet about this, as he headed back, telling Mingyu he went to the bathroom, and casually mentioning you left to get some sleep.

Yeah, you were definitely fucked.

—-////—-

“So you… made out with Vernon…?” Seungkwan asked, staring at you face down on the table, nodding at the question.

“Mhm.” You said, lifting your head to sip your coffee, looking anywhere but at your friend.

“Nice.” He said, and you made a noise of discontent. “Seriously, Seungkwan. Don’t joke around.”

“I’m not,” He said, putting his hands together, and staring at you with pursed lips. “I’m about to be the most serious I have been in years, so listen well. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You constantly kept yourself locked away in college, studying like your life depended on it, and doing nothing fun. Then, you graduate and get a desk job that you hate. This is the first time in your god forsaken life that you let yourself be impulsive, and he clearly reciprocated. Don’t act all mopey.”

          You sighed at his monologue, nodding at the information. It was true, you were always a hard ass, and maybe that was why you said fuck it at Jeonghan’s party. Joshua had been so excited to see you join, and you truly had been the happiest in a while messing around like that.

“As your extra special bff, I have to say, I’m shocked this hasn’t happened sooner. I mean, you’ve both been single, I figured he would’ve gotten drunk and made a move, not you.” Seungkwan commented, offhand. “But, as nicely as I can say, you need to get laid. You’ve had a stick lodged up there for a good 8 or so years, and I think he can help you.”

          You threw your napkin at him with a frown, irritated. Maybe he was just being a good, honest friend, and had your best interests at heart. Even if it was just about banging Vernon. You flipped him off as he grabbed your phone, and his eyes bugged out, jaw dropping. You gave him a look, and he handed your phone over, as a text from Vernon sat on the top of your screen, asking if you wanted to come over.

“I was kidding about you getting laid- but now I’m not. I have never seen this man text a girl. Ever. About coming to his house. He’s always been to theirs.” He said.

          You responded with sure, ill be over, and he shot you his address within seconds. Seungkwan smacked your shoulder with the biggest grin, and fixed your hair. 

“Have fuuuuuun!” He yelled out, and you flipped him off, throwing your coffee away.

—-////—-

          Vernon’s house was likely the first image on google if you searched up ‘bachelor pad’. He had maybe 3 pans, no pillows, and the most boring color scheme on planet earth. 

“You’ve got the most boring apartment on planet earth,” You said, wincing at the contents of the fridge. “Seriously, you need a trip to target. Or ikea. Or Daiso.”

He shrugged at the environment. “I’m not really here a ton, and the others picked most of my stuff out. I don’t care about it that much.”

          You let out a fake gag as you wandered, joining him in the living room, as he pulled you down to the couch with him, directly onto his lap. He smirked at you as you rolled your eyes at his forwardness, opting to kiss the man on the nose, as he immediately wrinkled it at you. 

“Don’t act cute.” He muttered, nose gliding over your neck, feeling like a feather on your skin. 

          You let out a noise of content as he glided his lips right over yours, almost teasing, like he was waiting for you to take action first. With every sentence Seungkwan told you running through your brain, you let your hands run through his hair, and he hummed at the feeling, resting his head in your hand. 

“As much as I’d love to do this all day, I’m horny as fuck.” Vernon said, breaking the silence, and you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I assumed you booty called me.”

“Are you going to oppose it?” He asked, looking at your face. “You don’t have to, you know. I know you’re big on not fucking with Mingyu’s friends.” 

          You let out a sigh, thoughts trailing. To be fair, a few people had come to Mingyu to be his friend, only for him to find out they had a thing for you. Since then, he had a hard barrier, and you and Vernon were teetering on the edge of that cliff, ready to go off.

          Vernon stared at your lips as you leaned down to kiss him. Like last time, he faintly tasted of sour candy, and that intensified the second his tongue was in your mouth. You heard Mingyu and the others joking about how Vernon’s exes all talked about how his kissing skill was the only thing that kept them from dumping him, and you had to agree. It felt hot, and like everything you were missing, and quite quickly was bringing that comfortable pressure at the pit of your stomach. His hands moved up your shirt, yanking it off, and throwing it across the room, as he ogled your chest.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” You asked, unimpressed.

“I should. Print it out and put it in my phone.” He said, and you smacked his hand when he actually reached for his phone.

“No! I was kidding!” You said, and he smirked at the panicked look on your face.

“I’d never. You’d be the one sending it.” He said, pulling you into another kiss.

          He turned the both of you on the couch so you’d be laying down, and kissed down your neck, undoing the button on your jeans. You decided he was taking far too long, and helped yank his t-shirt off, and go for the button on his jeans right after. It felt like the two of you were kids in high school, trying to get in each other’s pants as fast as possible, before your parents got home. 

          Vernon yanked your jeans and down your hips, your underwear coming with. Vernon eyed the mess between your thighs, licking his lips. He pulled you towards the edge of the couch, where he kneeled down in front of the couch, and jumped forward, like a lion watching its prey. The second his mouth was on you, you let out the highest moan you think you’ve ever given.

          If your dream felt like bliss when you woke up, then this was heavenly. Vernon knew exactly how to operate his mouth, what to do with his tongue, and was clearly more of a giver. Your legs trembled as he licked at you, soaking up the wetness between your thighs, and drinking it up like a man starved. 

          You yanked at Vernon’s hair, and he let out a loud moan, the vibrations causing you to shudder, and come. Vernon moaned at the feeling, backing up from you with flushed cheeks. He caught his breath before getting up to kiss you, the taste of sour gummies mixing with your own orgasm. 

“Can I?” He asked, his hips grinding into yours.

“Please.” You begged Vernon, dying to feel him in you.

          Vernon watched your face as he pushed into you, and slowly slotted his hips against yours. You whimpered at the feeling, legs shaky.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Vernon groaned, putting one of his hands next to your head, and moving slowly.

“Fucking- please go faster, Vernon.” You begged, and he grabbed your hips to hold you where he needed, and sped up.

          Each thrust of his hips felt heavenly for you, knowing damn well it had been awhile since you had gotten off in any form. It also helped that he was fantastic at every move he made, and the second he shifted his hips to snap at the spot you had been begging him to hit, you about lost it. 

          Vernon was trying not to lose it himself, reaching with his thumb to circle at your clit. You were loud in every sense of the word, and he was lucky his neighbors weren’t home to hear the sounds you were making. His grunts grew in volume as they appeared more often, the both of you clearly close to release.

“Vernon, please let me come.” You begged, nails digging into his back, hard enough to draw blood.

“Come for me.” He said, and you obeyed, giving a loud whine as he snapped his hips one last time, and came. 

          Your head felt fuzzy as you heaved a breath, Vernon pulling out, and running for a rag to clean you up. Once he got you and the couch clean, he picked up your clothes, handing them to you, and grabbed his. You honestly felt a little insulted, not wanting to be kicked out, and he threw his clothes on, and turned to you.

“Want some food?” He asked, and squinted at your face. “I’m not kicking you out,” He said quickly, wanting to give you some relief he wasn’t an entire asshole. “I’m just hungry as hell, so I figured you’d want to come with me.” 

          Your face reddened as you realized he read you like a book, and quickly got up to go to the bathroom and get dressed, fixing your hair in the mirror. Vernon held the door open for you, and gave you a grin, as he made you pull up directions for a ramen shop, and jump in his car.

—-////—-

“....Aren’t they the same?” Vernon asked, eyeing the two towels in your hand, as you compared colors.

          You gave him a look as you threw the moss green towel in the cart, picking up a set, and a few other items. After a good month and a half of hooking up with Vernon, you had enough of the college bachelor pad, and started to fix it up. He didn’t notice the three or four candles you set on the side tables, and the books you brought in for decoration, but the moment you started organizing his pantry, he was quick to find out the other things you had done around. He pouted for a good couple of days about the things you added, but after finding the organization side of tiktok while high, he called you up with his credit card, and ran you to target.

          Vernon grabbed a couple of things for you, including a toothbrush and hairbrush, and a couple of hair supplies, dropping them into the cart without a word. At the look you gave, he avoided your eyes, and you grinned.

“Awww, for me?”

“I’ve been asking you to stay over instead of coming randomly. You said you couldn’t because your hair stuff was at home, so I figured I’d get you some.”

          You cooed at his face and squeezed his cheek, running over to checkout. You pushed the cart to his car and nearly dropped to the ground to hide, as Mingyu called out to him, jogging over. You snuck around the side of the car to avoid him, as Mingyu looked at the things in his cart. 

“Are you redoing your house or some shit?” He asked, picking up a towel.

“Uh, yeah.” Vernon said, nodding awkwardly. 

          Mingyu stared at the things in the cart, and the hair supplies, before looking at Vernon’s awkward face, and back at the things, and so on. After a good ten times of looking back and forth, he narrowed his eyes. You and Vernon felt your hearts beating a mile a minute, nervous as hell, and Vernon looked toward you, dying inside.

“Your mom is coming by and you didn’t tell me?” Mingyu said, insulted.

          Thank fuck Mingyu had the common sense of a rock today, and couldn’t piece anything together, because you were not ready for any sort of conversation about the two of you today. Mingyu punched Vernon’s shoulder as he felt his soul return to his body, suddenly exhausted.

“Uh, yeah, man. I’ll tell you when we can have you over.” He said, and Mingyu nodded fervently. 

“You better. Love her food, man. See you later!” He said, and jogged off to the store.

          Vernon quietly tossed the bags in the car and jumped in, head thumping back against the headrest, as you jumped in the car. You pat the top of Vernon’s head in pity as he sighed, turning on the car. 

“I think I about died,” Was all he could say, and looked over at you. “Nice job, by the way. Head on a swivel. You ought to play valorant. You could spot people a mile away.” 

          You nodded as he drove to his apartment, and helped him grab bags. The two of you carried them upstairs, and your phone dinged, a picture loading up from your mother. You froze in front of the door, dropping a bag, as Vernon looked back at you, confused. The image she sent was clear, of Vernon holding the cart while you fixed his hair, oblivious to the woman. Avoiding Mingyu, sure, you could do it. Avoiding your mom? You forgot about that.

—-////—-

          You sat at dinner with your parents and Mingyu, feeling awkward. You had specially gone to your parents before him (which was rare), and told her not to say anything. The looks you gave each other over the kimchi fried rice was enough for her not to say anything, but promising to talk later.

          You finished your food, heading to the kitchen to grab a drink, and gestured to your mother to follow you outside, where you sat down at a table in the garden. 

“Alright,” She said, turning to you. “Want to tell me what’s going on with you and Vernon?”

“Okay.” You said, taking a deep breath. “I accidentally kissed him after Jeonghan’s engagement party thing. Thought that was the end of it, but he came up to me later, and, well, we’ve been hanging out ever since.” 

          Your mom gave you a look, knowing damn well what ‘hanging out’ meant. You sighed, and stared at her, then looked over in the house where Mingyu was messing around playing games with your dad.

“Is it serious?” Your mom asked, taking a drink from her tea.

“No, not really. Just meeting up from time to time, and getting food. No dates.”

“Darling,” Your mother said, putting her drink down, and you winced, knowing Mama Kim was coming out. “I have told you time and time again, to not mess with men who won’t give you the time of day.” She said.

You nodded, feeling like a kicked dog. “Yes ma’am.”

“He’s a good boy. I’m absolutely positive he likes you. If he wants to be around you, even after seeing you in braces,” she said, as you groaned with a ‘moooooooom’, “Then he’s worth the time. No boy would let his… not yet girlfriend, or whatever you are, take him shopping with his own money if he didn’t care.”

          You nodded, feeling a lump in your chest. While it was true, the two of you weren’t together, you had been there nearly every day of the week. You had told Mingyu it was working late, but if you weren’t at Vernon’s, he was at yours. At first you screwed around with each other, but he started to invite you to hang out before, or after sex. You knew damn well that wasn’t how relationships worked, as your other friends also had FWB, and they never got ramen delivered to them at work, or picked up after a long day. To be honest, you absolutely held feelings for Vernon, but tried to hide them well. You knew he wasn’t interested like you were, and knew he didn’t want anything serious. You avoided this thought like the plague, positive it would ruin your relationship. 

“Don’t think about it that hard,” Your mother said, fixing your hair behind your ear. “But don’t let yourself get used like many others. You’re a strong, beautiful woman, and you’ve been with him through thick and thin. He knows you. If he cares, he’ll be good to you.”

          You nodded, wiping your eyes at the tears that threatened to come out. Mingyu interrupted your session before calling to the both of you to come in from the cold weather. You fixed yourself up and followed your mom, waving off Mingyu at your upset face, blaming it on the full moon, or something. Your mother kissed your head as you threw on your jacket, giving you the look. The ‘You better talk to this boy, or he won’t be let in my house’, and you sighed, giving both of your parents a hug, getting into Mingyu’s car to head home. 

——////——

          To be honest, you were sure you were going to lose it at any point. You were currently with the BBB’s - in Vernon’s house. When you walked in with the boys, you pretended to be shocked with them, seeing all of the decorations. ‘Oh my god, Mingyu, you decorated!’, or ‘Where’d the hell you get all that shit?’ was the resounding question from the group. Mingyu had mentioned his mom was coming to stay, but then they found it. Your toothbrush.

          The scream and stomping from down the hall was loud as you sat at a kitchen barstool, watching Wonwoo and Vernon order. Cheol carried the brush in his hand in shock, yelling about how he just had to have someone over. Mingyu argued, but when Sherlock fucking Holmes Wonwoo got up and checked the bathroom, he started to agree. Then, the morons decided to look around.

          A pair of slippers here, a ponytail there - and the shampoo and conditioner in the shower. Not just that, but the rest of the hair supplies - ones that Vernon’s mom would never know about. The second Cheol found the shoes, he started a pile, and it just kept growing. You were nervous as hell, and Vernon did nothing to help, instead watching the pile grow, without a care in the world.

“Dude! This is insane.” Mingyu said. “Wonwoo and Cheol are right - it’s not your mom’s. What’s going on?”

“I’m dating someone.” Was all Vernon said, before all hell broke loose.

          Mingyu was shrieking, in disbelief. Wonwoo was laughing, paying up Cheol, saying he knew Vernon was going to find someone before Mingyu. You sat, a cold sweat going down your spine. Vernon said you were dating. The man who wanted nothing in relationships, claimed he was dating. Wonwoo seemed to hold the same thoughts, as he and Mingyu rambled off questions that Vernon answered vaguely. He eventually let out a groan, putting the pile back, before begging that the group get food instead. Mingyu huffed, suspicious, muttering about how they’d find out. 

—-////—-

          In your defense, at least it wasn’t Mingyu first. You were with Vernon, as he lay on the couch, laying on your stomach, his hand trailing up and down your thigh as you both watched some random movie. Vernon hadn’t even noticed his phone go off from Wonwoo saying how he left his good headphones there, and needed them back. Fortunately for Wonwoo, he figured his buddy wasn’t home, and used the key Vernon had hidden. Unfortunately for the two of you, however, when Wonwoo opened the door and saw the two of you. Wonwoo stared in disbelief when Vernon shot up, and stared back, and you felt nauseous. 

“Well, shit.” Vernon said, hopping up and grabbing his phone, seeing the messages. 

          He walked over to the front door and locked it behind Wonwoo, leading him over to sit down in the living room, giving water to the shell shocked individual. 

“Wha… I always bet on you being last. And never with her.” Wonwoo said.

          After spending a good five or so minutes explaining everything to Wonwoo, he stared between the two of you.

“So… you’re dating?” He asked.

“Uh, well-” You started, and Vernon cut you off.

“We are, yeah.” He said.

          You eyed the stoic man, opting to stay quiet until Wonwoo left. The second he did, you stared at Vernon until he turned around, and gave you a look. He walked into the kitchen and you followed, hopping up on the counter.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vernon, you told Wonwoo we’re dating.”

“Yeah, I know. We are.” He said.

“What- no, we aren’t. You- you never asked me. I thought you wanted to just hook up.” You said, a little self conscious.

          Vernon walked up in front of you, hands on your thighs. It felt like a heavy weight as he sighed at you, putting a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Baby, I’ve had my damn eyes on you for years. I’m not letting you go now. You’ve got me hooked.” He whispered into your ear, and slotted himself between your thighs.

“Wha-what do you mean?” You asked, and he kissed your forehead, smiling.

“Seriously? I liked you when you were in high school. You were stood up, and I came and got you. It was the first time I noticed you, for real.”

          It had been a week or so right after the sports season had started. You had gone on a date with a popular football player, but during the middle of it, he had left with a cheerleader ex or something that wanted him back. You were more pissed than anything, until you realized he had left you alone in front of the restaurant you both went to, with no way to get home. You had called Mingyu and Cheol about 20 or so times, but neither answered. Vernon was your last choice, but when he texted the group chat a meme, and you called him, he ran over instantly to pick you up. The two of you went for ice cream and returned home, not really talking to each other much afterward.

“Listen.” Vernon said, serious. “At first, I was casual with you because I didn’t want to overwhelm you with your stress about Mingyu. I kept my distance. But I’m gonna be completely honest. I don’t give a fuck how Mingyu feels. I understand when he was keeping you away from everyone when we were all young and stupid. But we’re both adults. We can do whatever the fuck we want, and he shouldn’t have that much of an opinion on it. I let you redo my house, I keep your hair and body stuff over here, you have shit in my closet. I don’t let random girls do that. Only you.”

          His eyes were piercing you, and every statement he gave hit you harder than the last. Vernon was right. You cared far too much for Mingyu’s opinion, and had been hiding around with Vernon. As difficult it was for you, you can only imagine how it felt for the guy that liked you for ages having to go behind his friend’s back.

“I’m sorry,” You said, and Vernon’s head dropped onto your chest, your words feeling like they had lifted weights right off his chest. “I had talked to my mom about it, and I was just… I don’t want Mingyu to hate us for it.”

“I’ll get him to hate me instead, I promise.” Vernon said. “Don’t worry about it anymore.”

“So we’re dating now?” You asked after a short silence, and Vernon groaned.

“You’re an idiot. Yes, we’re dating. Good news: don’t have to worry about introducing you to my parents, and vice versa.”

“Vernon, I don’t think I’m the idiot.”

“Shhh. Your boobs feel really nice right now.”

—-////—-

          You introduced Vernon to your parents soon after that, opting to tell Mingyu within a week after. Your mom was quite pleased when he came by, and your father was gushing about how he adored Vernon. His parents were the same, with his mom nearly crying in happiness when you showed up. ‘Less work to get used to his girlfriend’, she claimed, and you couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times she slipped up to call you her daughter when talking about the two of you. 

          You were helping him grab his stuff to go home, and gave him a kiss at the door of your house, when you heard a whistle. Cheol stood at his car on the street, watching in awe, as the two of you looked at his car. He wasn’t the concern, however, as Mingyu stood at the passenger door, the bag he was holding now abandoned on the ground. He looked absolutely crushed as he watched the two of you, and before you could say anything, he was walking up to the two of you. He shoved between the two of you, barely looking at Vernon, slamming the door on the way in.

“I got this,” You said, squeezing Vernon’s hand. “He’ll come around. I’m gonna talk to him.”

“Keep me updated, please.” Vernon said, before heading home, and Cheol left after him, not wanting to deal with any of it.

“Mingyu?” You called, going upstairs to his room, where he lay in bed, covered in blankets, glaring at the wall.

“What.” He said, venom dripping in his words. “I’d like to not have to talk to the one who broke up my friends.”

“I didn’t do that,” You said, sitting on the end of the bed. “Listen, you’re still friends with Vernon. You’re all still the BBB’s. Vernon’s just dating.”

“He’s dating you, that’s the point. My one rule, and he couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants. Told him to leave you the fuck alone. Figured I had better friends than last time, but no. Had to screw you and fuck it all up.”

          You recoiled in shock at his statement, rage building. You had thought your brother wouldn’t act like a child with it, but the insults were too far.

“Okay, that’s too fucking far.” You said, angry. “Let me be fucking clear, Kim Mingyu. I approached Vernon. Not him to me. I did it. And I will not say this more than once. I am my own person, and I like who I choose. I’m sorry it was Vernon. I kept it quiet, not wanting to push anything without making sure I actually wanted some sort of future. I’m sorry, Mingyu, but I love Vernon, and if I have to move out over it, so be it.” You finished, crying, and headed to your room to wallow in your own misery.

          After an hour or so, you heard a knock on your doorway, as your mom stood there, giving you a look of pity. 

“What are you doing here?” You croaked out, rubbing your eyes. 

“I came as soon as Vernon called me.” She cooed, giving you a hug.

“Vernon called?” 

“Yes. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him to be here,” She said. “I talked to Mingyu.”

“What did he say?”

“He’s scared. He doesn’t want anything to get in between his friends and family.” Your mom said. “He’s talking to Vernon on the phone now.”

“I don’t want to get in between everyone.” You cried, and she wiped your tears. “You won’t, he just needs time. I’ll go make dinner, okay?”

          She walked out, and a few minutes later, you told her to come in when she knocked, only for Mingyu to be at the door, standing awkwardly.

“Mingyu.” You called, and he sat down next to you, looking tired.

“I talked to Vernon.” He said, quiet.

“What did he say?” You asked, knowing that Vernon had been texting you the whole time.

“You guys really love each other. Families know and everything.”

“Mingyu,” You said, sitting up to face him. “I was serious when I said we discussed everything. I was so stressed out about you finding out. I didn’t know how far it would go, but we really do like each other.”

“Love each other.” Mingyu corrected, and about gagged after he said it. “Gross.”

“That’s because you don’t have someone yet.” You said, pulling him into a hug. “I promise, you’ll find someone. Even Wonwoo did, and she hated his guts. But I digress. We knew you’d take it pretty hard, and I was fucking terrified. We were going to talk to you this week, but you came back early from your workout. I’m sorry you were told that way.”

“I told him to leave you alone,” Mingyu pouted, and you sighed in relief, knowing he wasn’t as pissed as before.

“I know, he told me. To be fair, he did, until I got drunk.”

“Ew, I don’t want to hear that.” Mingyu whined.

“Mingyu, please. We actually, uh, love each other. I don’t know what the future holds, but we are adult enough to approach this seriously. I know you’re more scared than anything about the group being friends. I promise nothing will change. We will be professional.”

“Professional?” Mingyu asked, teasing. “What is this, school? I know. Vernon told me everything, and I was more surprised you both went to the parents. For Vernon, I know it’s serious. He never does that. Took me like, two years to meet his mom.”

“Yeah. And five for me,” You muttered. “What do you think about… y’know, everything?”

“Not necessarily mad. Not happy. Just… in between. I get it, because even Cheol made fun of Vernon’s crush, and a couple of my girl friends mentioned you and Vernon working together. I tried to ignore it, but I suppose the world did it in spite.” He said, sighing dramatically. “I suppose I can eventually get over it. Just nothing in front of me, and give me a two week notice if you go dumping him.” He said.

“You’ve got it, Mingoo.” You said, happy, and he shoved you at the nickname. 

“Alright, mom’s been waiting at the door. Let’s go get some food.” He said, and you heard your mom scurry off to the kitchen. 

          You got up and headed to the kitchen as Mingyu ruffled you hair, and gave you a smile. 

“Don’t let him break your heart.”

“I won’t,” You said, honestly. “I’d break his first.”

—-////—-

“How could you do this to me?” Vernon asked, hurt. 

          You stared at him, unamused, as he held his dinosaur plush. You gave him a look with an arched brow, lips pursed.

“Vernon, his name isn’t Dinosaurus. It’s Trevor.”

“I don’t care, Trevor is stupid. Get that shit out of here.”

          You lunged across the couch to grab it, and took off running through the house, as he let out a yell and chased you. You shut your door in his face as he yelled, locking it, and hiding under your bed. You heard him pick the lock as he whistled, and reached under your bed to yank you from under it. He held onto you as you thrashed in his arms, refusing to give up. He tickled your sides as you giggled, gasping for air, and he yanked the plush, jumping in victory. You jumped up to grab it and whined, instead opting to play dirty. You grabbed at his belt, pulling him closer, and trailed your fingers up his chest, and leaned forward, and his eyes went straight to your chest. The moment he lowered his arms to hold you, you grabbed the plush, heading straight for the door. 

          Vernon closed the door before you could get out, holding it shut with one arm, the other wrapping around your hip. “You play a nasty game.” He said, grabbing the stupid doll, throwing it somewhere else, and holding you against him as he pressed his hips against your backside. 

“There an issue?” You teased, looking back at him, and let out a squeal as he lifted you to carry you over to the bed. 

“Yes, an issue we’re finishing here.” He said. “I’ve needed you all day, and you’ve teased me every second.”

“I’ve done no such thing.” You said, and he scoffed, kissing down your neck.

“You’re a little tease.” He said, and moved his hand down into your jeans to palm at your underwear. “And I’m not the only one all bothered, with how wet you are.”

          He removed his hand quickly to get off your clothes, yanking his off as fast as possible. You licked your lips seeing his cock, ready for him to fuck you. 

“Why don’t you take a picture?” Vernon said, high pitched, imitating the first time you were together.

“Cute.” You muttered, and rolled your eyes.

          Vernon gave you a kiss before twirling his finger and you rolled onto your stomach, shaking your ass at him, as he stared.

“Don’t do that, or I’m gonna cum before I’m even in you.” He said, and you laughed as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed.

“Cute. I’d really love to see-that-” You let out a moan as he pushed into you quickly, moaning as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight.” He said, hissing as your walls squeezed him just right.

“Baby, please move.” You said, and he held your hips in place as he moved, hitting you deep.

          You gripped the sheets tight, brows furrowed as he hit you just right every time. Vernon had gotten a little more vocal with you, and he grabbed your neck to pull you up and hold you against him. 

“Fuck,” He hissed, seeing the way your chest bounced with each thrust, and knew he wouldn’t last.

          You gasped as Vernon’s finger touched your clit to rub at it, and you whimpered at the sensation. He was far more aggressive this time with you, harder and faster than normal, and maybe it was because you pissed him off with the plushie, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you took a mental list of everything you could steal to get him to act this way, only snapping out of your own brain when he changed his grip on your hips to hold you in place.

          It felt bruising, almost, and the only things you could process hearing was both of your moans getting louder with the sounds of skin. 

“You take me so well,” Vernon said, and felt you squeeze him just right as his movements grew sloppy, skin sticky with sweat. 

“Please let me cum,” You begged Vernon, and he nodded as you cried out, feeling the muscles in your stomach spasm. 

          Vernon let out a long groan as he came, hips slowing to a stop, breathing heavy. He pulled out to drop next to you on the bed, exhausted, and your legs shook as you got up to look for a towel. You returned minutes later after cleaning up yourself to help Vernon, and you could’ve sworn the poor guy was on cloud nine, floating in the atmosphere.

“You good, baby?” You said with a laugh, and he pulled you into the blankets with him. 

“Great.” Vernon said, and you cooed at him, throwing on his shirt and a clean pair of underwear. 

          After a couple of minutes of cuddling with him, and laughing about his hair being everywhere, along with yours, you heard your brother call he was home, and you called back to him. A few minutes after that, you heard him talking to Cheol, and then knocked on your door, whining about Vernon being missing. You groaned and got up, cracking it open. 

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Yeah. I want to watch tv. Vernon’s MIA, so I figured the three of us could chill.” He said, grinning like a puppy.

“Uh, I’m a little busy, so I’ll be down for later if you want.”

“Seriously? You’ve been home all day. What are you doing?” He whined. 

          Before you could say anything, Vernon got up and pulled the door open farther, and Mingyu jumped, seeing him behind you. 

“Oh! Vernon! Hey…” 

          He trailed off as he scanned the mess of your hair, and Vernon’s shirt, over to Vernon, who was clearly only wearing underwear, with fresh hickeys all over your neck, and let out a disgusted noise, shielding his eyes. 

“Gross! Gross! No! Get away!” He yelled, running off, and you shut the door, hearing him scream about cooties. 

          Vernon grinned and grabbed your hand to pull you back into the bed with him, your head on his chest. 

“Keep the door open!” Cheol yelled to your room, and you got up to slam it shut, hearing Cheol laugh and Mingyu gagging. 

“I don’t think he’s gonna get used to it.” Vernon said, laughing, and you sighed in agreement. 

“That’s okay, he’s got years.” You said, and Vernon hummed. 

“Years?”

“I just bought a lifetime supply of ramen for me at your place. You’re stuck with me, at least until it’s gone.”

“I’ll just fill it when you’re not there.” He said, and grinned at you as you kissed him. 

“How romantic.” You cooed. 

“That’s me,” Vernon said, getting comfy. “Pure romance. Exactly what you get.”

“I’m kidding. You’re not a crazy romantic.”

“I know that.” He said, confident. “That’s not why you got with me.”

“And why did I get with you?” You asked, curious. 

“It’s because my dick’s big-“ He started, and whined when you smacked him on the arm. 

“Vernon! Not with Mingyu here!” You hissed, hearing retching sounds from outside your door. 

“Go AWAY Mingyu!” You yelled, and Vernon grinned at you. 

“I can give him a reason to leave.” He said, and Mingyu screamed. 

“NO! NOT HAPPENING! Goodbye!” He yelled, and you heard the front door slam, as Vernon slid his hand down your side. 

“Good, he left. Now, where was I?”

#vernon imagines #vernon chwe smut #vernon chwe x reader #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #chwe hansol imagines #☀️ writes

[ghouljams]

I just ascended while reading that Ballet!König and now I must politely ask for more serotonin via your Demon!Reader au - ☀️

Oh Sunny, I have a feeling you are going to like this.

There's a rumor among spec operators that gets squashed by the higher ups any time it starts circulating again. They say the really good(or bad considering which side of the gun you're on) operators are shadowed by demons. That any man who spills that much blood, loses enough of himself, will invite the devil himself into his steps. Command is always quick to dismiss these rumors as metaphorical nonsense, and Ghost for one is happy for that.

He's never been one for superstition, and having recruits tittering about demons and ghosts other than him is more than a little annoying when he's trying to brief them. That's one of the many perks of being in the 141. No recruits. No rumors.

Ghost grabs an enemy combatant, shooting out their knee before twisting them over his shoulder to flip them onto their back. One last bullet, clean between the eyes, to put them out of their misery.

"Perimeter secure," He tells Soap over the comms. The static comes in waves, rushing back and forth in his ear like the ocean tide. He taps his ear piece. "Soap, how copy?"

The body jerks, blood bubbling and gurgling from every hole. It jerks again, like it can't find a proper position to die in. Ghost trains his gun on it again, waiting. Waiting for what? For it to spring back to life? Christ man, get a hold of yourself. It still, blood still pouring from it. More blood than Ghost thought a body could hold. It pools closer to his boots and he steps back from it with a grimace. The blood stops. The static stops.

"Soap, how copy?" He repeats quickly.

"Ghost? Steamin' hell mate, thought we'd lost you." Soap's voice rings clear over the comm line, Ghost frowns, "Been over an hour, what the fuck have you been doing?"

He feels heavy. Making his way to the extraction point, sitting in the chopper, briefing Price on what the hell happened. Heavy as he finally collapses onto his bed in the barracks. He doesn't even bother turning the lights on, barely remembers to tug his mask off before he hits the pillow. He rolls onto his back and stares into the darkness at the ceiling.

Two eyes stare back at him, glowing, watching, as a weight settles on his chest. They tip and blink curiously at him.

"You've been doing very well for yourself," A soft feminine voice tells him.

"Debatable." Ghost tells you, hearing a hum of agreement.

"True, I think you could be doing much better with me."

"I'm fuckin' dreamin'." He tries to move, tries to conjure any feeling but the interminable stillness that's blanketed him. The lights flick on, and it's not the eyes, it's the teeth, the pearl smile that seems to promise him everything, for a price.

The woman sitting on his chest is... well just that, a woman sitting on his chest. Gorgeous with the overhead light haloing you. If the horns weren't casting shadows over him he'd almost think you were an angel. If he is dreaming, it's a damn good one.

"The hell are you," He mumbles, watching you curl like a cat to look deeper into his eyes.

"Shouldn't you know? You're the one that summoned me."

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #I'm gonna write the spy au intro too because it's more Ghost having to deal with insane women #I really was gonna do a similar summary for this as with Konig's ballet au #but then I was like actually I know exactly how I want this to go #turns out if you kill enough people the universe will assign you a girlfriend #demon!Darling au #☀️ anon

[furiousfinnstan]

Poem request: about the Sun and Moon who are siblings

#🌑☀️ #**mine #my writing #poetry #spilled ink #neechees #hiiii

[ianthoni]

Ok, Idk if it's just me but I can't stop thinking about the part in Anthony's letter where he asks if Ian even knows the real Ian... like, I think I'm crazy and tinhatty for seeing Ian as visibly repressed, but Anthony literally sees the exact same thing.

My very detailed thoughts are under the gifs and videos. Buckle up that's a long ass post. I put some of the parts i find interesting in the video.

First of I wanna start with comments like "oh i think Ian is emotionless he doesn't show emotions" he literally did. Watch the video. Don't just listen to his words look at his eyes.

No no no you're not alone. The more i watch him the more I'm like damn this man has a lot to unpack. Like you can see he has so many emotions but also is hiding them. At first people were like Ian is so chill, Ian doesn't care and I'm like HE CARES?? You can clearly see he cares, you can see he's affected by everything happening around, happening TO him. He's just so closed up so withdrawn even he himself doesn't know how to react to things. Just like he said he's the most chill-unchill person. He probably has a hurricane in his mind but he doesn't show it outside. I think it's because he was alone for a long time. He was definitely more open when he's with Anthony but after watching the video I think their friendship stopped being close when Anthony started dating his girlfriend at the time. Ofc there was probably some stuff between them they're friends since 6th grade, but the strings broke and they stopped being best friends probably at that time. And probably after this Ian started to press his feelings. Cause I think he tried to talk to Anthony about that person but it backfired so he stopped it all together. At the time he probably didn't have enough close friends and after Anthony left he was just alone in his thoughts. Ofc he had partners he had co workers, friends, employees but at that point he was already in a state where "it's better if i just shut up about my own feelings/emotions/thoughts cause they're wrong they're the reason my best friend leave me" and everything else, the company, the break-ups whatever it was all his problems, he's the boss, he had to take care of everything and he had to protect his friends/company and everything. He should be the one doing it without bothering others. And that's why he's now "chill" he put on an unbothered person mask to stay strong in the game. He built strong walls around his emotions. He hide them so much that he lost his ability to show his emotions in the meantime. He's an amazing listener, problem solver, perfect boss and friend and best friend probably but he's not good to himself. His feelings are pressed, he has a lot to unpack probably. Idk if Anthony and him talk about everything (i don't think tho i don't think ian could just trauma dump) and i feel like he has to. Not just talking about shit happened before like they say in the video, no he has to talk about his feelings, how he feels about what happened, how he feels now, is he hurt, is he heartbroken. Without a filter. Like he had to leave the labels behind and idk have an open conversation with someone(probably a therapist tbh) and realize that showing emotions is not weak or wrong. And he's not alone. Maybe he felt that way before but he has friends, he has a whole family actually. I really don't believe he's an emotionless person he's just so so introverted in his emotions. And he's lost in his insecurities.

First of all you can see he's emotionally unstable already when he said let's keep going because he's either afraid he's gonna show emotions(god forbid he shed a tear) or so emotional to talk about the subject.

"I don't think I would even recognize if I was being put through emotional turmoil. This is just so sad.

"That doesn't mean you weren't being put through it, that just might mean that you're shutting things off" Anthony explained so well in this sentence.

And this part i definitely agree with Anthony. "How do you know if I'm keeping it to myself?" Cause eyes never lie chico! We can see the sadness showing from them. The fake smile thing is like. Ok yeah I don't think he's fake smiling in every smile but i think when he's actually hurt he just smiles at the person hurting him. Even in this video there are so many moments that you can see he's upset he just smiles and moves on. Not wanting to make things worse or trying to keep everything going. Don't wanna mess up again. But you can't live a life like that. You can't just accept everything anyone is giving and not have a breaking point. Idk him so idk if he had that point already or he'd have that in the future but i know if he keeps ignoring everything and trying to push them aside it's burst. (It's not about Anthony leaving this is not about anyone else I'm talking about Ian's feelings)

And the last part yeah I think we know the real Ian. Cause even if he pushes his feelings aside he's who he is. Him hiding his hurt moments is not gonna affect anyone but himself.

Also wanna add I was so so upset when he said he thought Smosh was his and Ian was just a sidekick to him and even then Ian just smiled and kept going. It's so obvious he knows Anthony felt that way at the time. He's not shocked about this. He probably had his moments about that. I'm so glad Anthony realized that Smosh is not this and that Smosh is them together. And praise him every chance he has for that.

Lastly. I was really sad when Ian said "I forgive you" and Anthony laughed with "for what?" I think this was the only moment we actually see Ian trying to show his emotions and Anthony's joke makes it go away immediately and Ian smiled and hid his emotions again with "just kidding". Again this is all me just putting my thoughts out there but I think Ian deserved an apology or at least a thank you(which Anthony probably did them in private i think) cause he fought to keep Smosh together for years alone. So there was something Anthony could ask forgiveness for. Yes it was the best decision for Anthony and his mental health and it definitely helped him. And Ian could have left with him but didn't. But if he didn't try to stay and fight there wouldn't be a Smosh to turn back to. Wow that was dark.

Anyways this is me overthinking for something I shouldn't at fuckin 2am and I swear I have a life outside this. I just love analysing shit and talking about it ok?

#smosh #ian hecox #asks and answers #this is by no means me going thats exactly what happened its the truth or anything this is just me analysing shit i saw #take this with grain of salt #☀️🔍 #in a way #cause thats the longest slow burn to history ever probably lmao #allegedly #i literally just write words im not their friends idk them #this is not me being parasocial #overanalyzing #very over LMAO #i should stop overthinking