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sidekick-hero · 1 year

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dying on your lips is how I wanna go (kiss me you animal)

Summary: Robin breaks her ankle and Steve's chance at a dance with Eddie at her wedding with it. Good thing there's always a second chance for true love.

Robin and Nancy's wedding was an emotional roller coaster for Steve, and he's not sure if he wants to kiss or curse Robin. At the moment, both sound equally good.

The day had begun with him wondering if he was going to die alone, probably after slipping in his bathtub and being found weeks later, already rotting away. The bittersweet ache of watching his best friend and platonic soulmate marry the woman he thought he'd marry someday had been hard to bear, and he'd been convinced he'd end the night drunk and sobbing on the bathroom floor.

Instead, Robin had given him the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. He knew the guy, Eddie, wasn't exactly a gift because Robin had hired the wedding band without a thought for Steve. Still, he'd like to think that deep down, she did it for him, and he could kiss her for it.

Eddie had checked all of Steve's boxes and had single-handedly created a few new ones as well. The dark, curly hair and big, soulful eyes had been what had first caught Steve's attention, followed by the mesmerizing way he played his guitar, talented, nimble fingers dancing across the strings that made Steve think about how he'd like them to play his body in the same way. And his voice. Steve could still feel heat spreading through his body at the thought of that voice.

But what had made Eddie different, truly different, wasn't the way he looked or his sinful voice. It was the way he cared. He had been so nice to Steve, so sweet and interested in him, his attraction obvious without being sleazy. No, he had made Steve feel seen, like he really wanted Steve and not just another pretty body. And yes, maybe Steve was as easy as some of his exes and one-night stands had told him, but in his book, that was enough to make the first butterflies tentatively flap their wings.

When Eddie's bandmate had called Eddie back to the stage to do his job, he had been disappointed, but then Eddie had come back and asked Steve to save a dance for him, promising him a later for which Steve was giddy to take him up on.

This is where his desire to curse Robin comes into play.

Because Robin was one of the smartest and bravest and most wonderful people he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing, and he would die for her. But by God, whoever thought it was a good idea to let her drink and then dance a fast, upbeat song with Nancy should be slapped in the face, hard. Steve would even volunteer. Robin-actual-babygiraffe-Buckley was an uncoordinated mess when she was sober. Add several glasses of champagne on an empty stomach to the mix, and it was a wonder there hadn't been more casualties.

She and Nancy had been whirling around the dance floor in a flurry of flailing limbs, both dizzy and drunk, when Robin had tripped over her own feet, slammed into a table, and broken that table along with her ankle. Eddie had been there, right behind Steve, helping him dig Robin out from among the splintered wood, trinkets, and flower arrangements.

Eddie had examined Robin for injuries in a way that looked calm, collected, and competent, and Steve had swooned, forgetting for a second where they were and why.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

It just slipped out, adrenaline loosening his tongue, and Robin slapped his arm, offended.

"Could you please not flirt while I'm dying, Dingus?"

"You're not dying, birdie," Eddie chuckled, clearly amused by their banter and the way Steve seemed to have lost his brain-to-mouth filter. "But I'm afraid you're going to have to go to the emergency room, that ankle looks broken. Better get it looked at before it gets worse."

Steve looked at him with wide eyes. "How do you know how to do that?"

Eddie just shrugged his shoulders like it's no big deal, and that made Steve fall a little harder.

"Oh, y'know, I got beat up a couple of times in school, nothing bad, but you pick up a thing or two about injuries. Then we started playing in bars and clubs, but most of them wouldn't let us just play, they wanted money to get a spot, so I started helping out as a bouncer or bartender, and one part no one tells you about is taking care of drunks who get hurt," he looked down at Robin and smiled teasingly at her, "like birdie here. That was pretty impressive, I haven't seen that much broken in one go in a long time.”

Robin blushed, Nancy giggled, and Steve? Steve wondered how long he'd have to wait before he could ask Eddie to move in with him. Maybe after he took Robin to the emergency room, because he was pretty sure she'd kill him, soulmate or no soulmate, if he did it right now.

Steve scooped Robin up in his arms, earning a yelp from Robin and something that sounded almost like a Jesus Christ from Eddie.

He put her in his back seat, glad that his last champagne had been two hours ago. Nancy took the passenger seat and off they went. As he drove away, he saw Eddie getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. There went his dance and his bright future as a wedding band player's boyfriend.

They had kept Robin for a few hours, checking her out thoroughly at Nancy's vaguely threatening request. Steve called the wedding venue and told everyone that they wouldn't make it back, but that everything was paid for and they should enjoy it. Then he sat back down next to Nancy and waited.

Of course, Robin was fine. Her ankle was broken, but they told her it would heal nicely if she kept her weight off it for six weeks and wore an ugly looking boot. She was even given her own walker.

At 5am Steve fell into his own bad, face first and alone.

The next few days are spent in a moping haze. Steve knows he's being overly dramatic when he whines and pouts every time he goes over to Robin and Nancy's house to help Robin out when Nancy has to work, but he thinks he deserves it. Because something about Eddie had felt real in a way that nothing else had before, and as impossible and stupid as it sounds, he misses Eddie.

And that's why, he thinks, Nancy finally pulls him aside one night about a week after the wedding and asks him bluntly, "The wedding band singer, that's why you're so insufferable, isn't it?"

"Hey, if you don't want me here, I can--" he starts, sounding petulant to his own ears.

"Steve," Nancy cuts him off, that steely undertone in her voice that says she means business, "that's not it, and you know it. We want you here, always. But if I hear you sigh one more time, I will have to shoot you." She raises her eyebrow, waiting for him to interrupt or protest.

He doesn't.

"So I'll ask again. The wedding band singer?"

They stare at each other in silence, and it takes Steve a full 20 seconds or so before he gives in.

"Yeah, the wedding band singer," he sighs. "His name is Eddie."

"Oh, I know. We hired him. Which means I know his name, his full name, and his number and address." Looking into Steve's wide, surprised eyes, she adds affectionately, "Dingus.”

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Eddie is just about to bite into his sandwich, flipping off Gareth's nagging voice in his head telling him that nine thirty is too late for dinner, when his phone vibrates.

Unknown number sent 09:32pm: I got your number from Nancy, I'm not a stalker

Unknown number sent 09:32pm: Or does this count as stalking

Unknown number sent 09:33pm: Shit

Unknown number sent 09:33pm: Oh God, please ignore this

Unknown number sent 09:37pm: This is Steve, by the way. From the wedding you played with your band last Saturday. I don't know if you remember, but we talked before Robin broke her ankle and I couldn't get your number so Nancy gave it to me, and I'm sorry if this is weird, I'll delete it if you want me to

Eddie bounced excitedly on his couch, his face aching from smiling down at his phone and his feet kicking. It's a good thing Gareth and Chrissy aren't home right now because they would make fun of him mercilessly. There was no one around to judge him for acting like a teenage girl with her first crush.

Once that was out of his system, he picked up his phone again and tapped out a reply, trying not to sound too eager, but showing Steve how happy he was to hear from him.

Eddie Munson sent 09:41pm: Course I remember you, Steve. You're hard to forget, believe me.

Eddie Munson sent 09:42pm: This isn't weird, I'm glad you did. How is Robin?

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 09:42pm: Okay, good, I'm glad too

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 09:43pm: Robin is fine, doctor said she'll be good as new in about 6 weeks

Eddie is glad to hear that, too. He had joked about it, but the accident had looked painful. Even though he's still bummed that they didn't get to have that dance, it's good that Steve took care of his friend and that she's going to be okay. Maybe they can have that dance after all. Just as he's about to type that, he sees three dots appear on the screen, indicating that Steve is still typing. They disappeared without a new message and reappeared after a few seconds, and after several times of disappearing and reappearing, another message from Steve popped up.

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 09:56pm: Listen, I know we only talked once, but I think you and your band are really great. And there's this fundraiser at my school, we're raising money for a new gym. Maybe you and the guys would be willing to help me out and do a benefit concert to raise more money?.

Eddie deflated. Steve hadn't written to ask him out, but to ask for help with his benefit concert. It was a good thing he hadn't suggested they make up for the lost chance at a dance.

Normally, Eddie wouldn't jump at the idea of playing a concert at a local high school - his old high school, in fact, as Steve and he had discovered during their conversation at the wedding - especially for free. But the thought of seeing Steve again, even if it wasn't like that, made him type an answer before he could talk himself out of it.

Eddie Munson sent 10:02pm: Thanks man, I'll tell the guys you said that. I'll have to check with them, but I'm sure we can swing it. Just send me the date.

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 10:04pm: Wow, that's great! Thanks, Eddie, really. It's next Friday, I thought we'd start the concert at 7pm, so if you could be there around 6:30 that would be great. Just ask for Steve Harrington.

Eddie sighed heavily. He can see Steve's excited face as if he were standing right in front of him and he could tell himself that it was the late dinner all he wanted, but the butterflies in his stomach were hard to misinterpret.

Fuck.

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Steve wants to kick himself for making a complete fool of himself as he lies in bed reading over his earlier conversation with Eddie. I'm not a stalker. Jesus Christ, Harrington, that's exactly what a stalker would say.

He's grateful that Eddie has been so nice about all of this. Not that he should be surprised, since Eddie had been nothing but nice and sweet during the wedding. Still, after getting off to a painfully awkward start, Steve couldn't bring himself to ask Eddie to dance, as he had planned. It would have just felt way too weird.

Good thing he remembered the fundraiser next Friday. Sure, he'll have to convince Joyce to allow a concert in the evening, something they hadn't planned, but he's pretty sure she'll be on board. Maybe he'll ask Eddie to go out to dinner or dancing afterwards.

Or both. He'd really like both.

‘In a few days I'll see him again, and this time I won't let him get away,' he thinks as he plugs in his cell phone and puts it on the nightstand.

Steve turns over and falls asleep with a smile on his face.

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The fundraiser is a huge success, largely due to Nancy's impeccable planning skills and the combined efforts of all their friends, most of whom don't even work at the school.

Jonathan, another of Nancy's ex-boyfriends whom they all get along with, is manning the photo booth and his boyfriend, Argyle, is handing out homemade pizza. Their friend Will is drawing portraits for the kids and their parents, while Dustin is doing harmless but exciting science experiments and Lucas is managing the basketball court.

Robin sits at the table with the large donation box, collecting checks and bills and thanking everyone profusely for their contributions. Her walker and crutches are out in the open, and if people feel sorry for her and give a little extra, that's on them. The children will be happy about their new gym and will not care how it was paid for.

Steve, who herds the volunteers and students alike, can't help but look at his watch every few minutes. Robin stopped teasing him about it an hour ago and now just rolls her eyes at him half annoyed, half fondly. It's still not even 6 p.m., the same as it was ten minutes ago, the last time he checked.

He sighs, annoyed at both himself and the slow-moving clock hands, when a voice behind him says, "I heard someone requested a Live Aid worthy benefit concert?"

Steve whips his head around to find Eddie standing right behind him, dressed in ripped jeans and a printed shirt under a leather jacket and denim vest combo that made want pool in his stomach. Eddie in a tuxedo had been mouthwatering, but this? This was downright indecent, his jeans looking painted on and the jacket accentuating how tiny his waist looked compared to his shoulders. Screw dinner and dancing, he wants to take Eddie home. He might even ask him to leave the jacket on.

"Steve? Are you okay, man?"

Eddie's voice jolts him out of the dirty spiral his thoughts had been on and he blinks at him owlishly.

"Eddie, hey. Hi. You're early," Steve stutters, looking for the script, any script, that doesn't make him look like an idiot. "Not that that's a bad thing, not at all. I'm glad you're here."

Steve groans and rubs his hand over his face. Great. So fucking smooth. When he looks up, he catches Robin's eyes across the room and her eyebrow rises before she mouths 'You suck' at him.

"You know what they say, Stevie. A wizard is never late, nor early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

"That's Lord of the Rings!" Steve exclaims, snapping his fingers at Eddie in excitement. "Dustin made me watch it last Christmas, it's really good."

The smile he gets in return turns the tentative flapping of butterfly wings in his stomach into a storm.

"Glad you think so. They're my favorite movies of all time, I watch them at least once a year."

Before Steve can reply, 'Maybe next time we can watch them together,' another man appears next to Eddie, and Steve vaguely remembers seeing him with the rest of the band at the wedding.

He slaps Eddie's shoulder and tells Steve, "Don't believe a word he says. He watches it once a month." He extends a hand to Steve. "I'm Gareth, Eddie's band and roommate. Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you, Steve."

Steve shakes Gareth's hand, catching the glare Eddie gives his friend out of the corner of his eye. He wonders what that's about.

"Thank you, Gare-Bear, for such a valuable contribution to my conversation. Don't you have something to do? Like, somewhere else, maybe?"

Gareth throws his head back and cackles at Eddie's put-upon expression, raising his hands in a placating yeah, yeah, yeah gesture.

"Me and the boys are going to get something to eat, call us when we can set up, yeah?"

Eddie waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I'll call you," before turning back to Steve and saying, "Ignore him. I do it all the time. So, Steve, my beneficiary, where do you want me?"

Everywhere but sucking you off in front of all these families will probably get me fired.

"Um -"

"For the concert? I wanted to check out the stage before I set up with the guys."

"Oh. Yeah, right. Follow me, I'll show you."

On the way to the stage Steve tries to get a grip on himself. What the fuck. He can't remember the last time he felt like this, like his skin was too tight and his stomach was churning with nerves.

As they pass the bleachers, Eddie speaks up from behind.

"Do you know how many times I walked by them and saw some jock or other making out with a cheerleader and made fun of them when all I really wanted was to be in their place?"

This makes Steve pause mid-stride and Eddie walks right into him, causing them both to stumble forward, holding on to each other to keep from falling over.

"Whoa, careful there, big boy, it feels like walking into a brick wall," Eddie chuckles, and it sounds nervous, his hands tightening on Steve's biceps. They're suddenly very close, noses almost touching, and Steve thinks he could drown in those bright brown eyes. He swallows convulsively, his head swimming with how much he wants to close the last few inches between them, and then he thinks, fuck it.

"I was a jock," he tells Eddie, eyes locking with his, wanting him to understand what he's putting out there.

Eddie's eyes widen, searching his for a long moment before he whispers, "Are you - Do you -" his voice devoid of all the assurance and bravado of earlier.

Steve may be slow on the uptake sometimes, but he knows when someone wants him.

"You want to cross out making out behind the bleachers with a jock from your bucket list?"

"Who says I didn't want to make out with the cheerleader?"

Steve licks his lips and Eddie's eyes immediately drop to follow the movement, so Steve just smirks and says, "Eddie? Shut up," and pushes him behind the bleachers, pinning him against the nearest beam and catching his lips in a bruising kiss.

Eddie's hands find their way into Steve's hair, gripping it in tight fists, and it stings in a way that makes his hips jerk forward, a gasp coming from his mouth that sounds more like a moan. Instead of using the opportunity to slip his tongue into Steve's willing mouth, Eddie uses his hands in Steve's hair to control the kiss, to make it slower, softer. Gentle. He moves his lips leisurely against Steve's, exploring their texture and shape before letting his tongue slip out to trace the pronounced dip of his Cupid's bow.

Steve melts into Eddie, surrendering himself as he sinks against his warm, inviting body. They kiss and kiss and kiss, the slide between their mouths getting wetter and hungrier.

"Fuck, I never thought I'd get to do this. You're a dream come true, Steve Harrington."

Steve dives back in, kissing him with everything he has, thinking, I never want to wake up.

#steddieweek2023 #steddie #steddie fanfic #fluff #first kiss #teacher!steve #musician!eddie #modern au #stranger things #my writing

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bigwhispersbluebird · 3 years

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BTS reaction when they are jealous (Hyung Line)

Author’s Note: I often read a lot of reaction based fics and realize that perhaps my take on it is a little different. So here it goes. Do tell me if you like it or agree or just anything. Also, I am new to this so excuse me for any mistakes. Thanksss

Warnings: None

Seokjin or Jin

He watched from far as a man in his 20s approached you from behind as you finished the call you had excused yourself to attend. Judging from your reaction, he concluded that you knew the guy. Even though he couldn’t hear a word, your comfortable laugh, the way you slightly hit his shoulder while talking and mimicked his body language, Jin felt a weird irk inside him.

Don’t misunderstand, Kim Seokjin was very confident about himself but there was a part of him that often wondered if he was enough. He might be handsome but there were more handsome people around. He was not the smartest or the most athletic and he came with a load of baggage. So much that he couldn’t cross the room to where you were standing and openly declare that you were his gorgeous and brilliant girlfriend.

His thoughts were intruded by the chime of his phone.

“You okay?”, your text read and he looked up to spot you a few tables away. The young stranger gone now and your eyes only on him.

“No. I am Jin”, he replied in his usual manner, trying to hide the truth, cracking the worst joke ever in the process and wincing at himself as soon as he sent it.

He watched as you laughed unabashedly as soon as you saw the screen, your eyes glistening and he realized that this laugh was just for him.

“You must be really in love with me if you laughed at that”, he sent and watched as you read and suddenly the same look overtook your face that he had seen on himself so many times when he was with you.

He only took his eyes off you when his phone chimed again.

“Of course. Who else would ever compare?”

Yoongi or Suga

This was getting annoying for him. Yoongi would call himself a pretty calm person especially after the ten years of life as an artist had made him immune to almost everything happening around him. But this was getting on his nerves.

You had walked into HYBE tonight and after just being at Genius Lab for a few minutes, you had asked about Do-Yan and went to seek him as soon as Yoongi told you that he must be in PDogg’s studio. Had it been a one time occurrence, Yoongi wouldn’t even have cared enough to think much into it but after this becoming a routine, he was over it.

Do-Yan was a talented young producer who was contracted for TXT’s new album. You were heavily involved in the A&R activities of BigHit Music and were actually the person who had discovered Do-Yan. In your perspective, he could be a great asset and while he was just here on a temporary basis, you wished to persuade him to sign him as a BigHit producer permanently. PDogg had agreed with you and now you both were on the task of convincing him to stay.

Unaware of this all, Yoongi decided to do something about the situation. As he typed the messages to the management team, he knew that this was very petty of him but he was beyond the point of caring right now.

The next time you asked him about Do-Yan, Yoongi did not look up from his computer as he said, “He has been moved”.

“What?”, you were shocked to say the least. “Moved? What do you mean moved?”

“He will be working with Bang PD directly now so he will be in the other building.”

“So, he signed the contract?”

Now Yoongi was getting agitated, “Why do you care so much?”, he had turned his seat around and was now only focusing on you. His tone was still calm but inside he was screaming.

Oblivious to the storm inside him you said, “Why wouldn’t I? He must have else he would not have said yes to that since...”, Yoongi was not even listening anymore.

“He did. I talked to the management myself and got him to say yes”, Yoongi said. His voice low and his back now turned to you. “You can move there as well if you want to see him and care about him so much”.

“You...but you didn’t know”, suddenly all the pieces fell into place in your mind and you scolded yourself mentally for not noticing it yourself.

“Yoongi”, you called out to him softly as you moved closer to his chair. “Jagiya”, you called again as you kneeled beside his chair, taking his hand lightly in yours.

“I just wanted him to join the company so I was spending most of my time on that. I am sorry that I did not clear it to you. I’ll make up for all the lost time now that you’ve got it done”.

Yoongi couldn’t even remember what he was angry about as you placed yourself on his lap, pulling him close to leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

After a while your phone rang and you announced that you had to go for a meeting. As you inched closer to the door, you remembered something and without even turning around you said:

“I can’t believe you got him moved”

You closed the door behind you but not before hearing his low chuckle.

Hoseok or J-Hope or Hobi

“I think Yeonjun and I should perform on something more sexy?”, you said with your eyes fixated on his face waiting for a reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed and then as if thinking about it, he immediately turned to you, nodding, “Yes, I think it will work great with both of your stage personalities”.

You were surprised. This was not the answer that you were expecting. You had hoped that he would get jealous like all those TikTok boyfriends.

But you were not going to be dejected so easily.

“Why don’t you help with the choreography?”, you suggested, a plan already forming in your head.

“Y/N, I would have been offended had you not asked me”, he said as he showed off his gorgeous smile.

After a few days when you three started working on the performance, you tried to make Hobi jealous. You would suggest even more suggestive moves but he would just think about them and excitedly agree to them or politely decline saying how it does not fit with the steps.

He would watch as you danced, concentrated and focused, but unwavering.

After weeks of this charade, you grew tired and when Yeonjun excused himself to leave for a music show you exasperatedly sighed in front of Hobi who was monitoring the recently shot dance practice video of yours.

“I don’t think you even care about me”.

“Huh?!”, Hobi was bewildered. “What?!”

“Yeah, you don’t care if I go throw myself in someone else’s arms”, your voice was loud in the empty dance studio. You lowered it again, “you don’t care”.

“Y/N”, Hobi was now closer to you, looking straight into your eyes. “I care. I care a lot. I care that this performance is amazing because this is a great opportunity for you. I care that your steps show exactly how good of a dancer you are. I care and that is why I would never let anybody else do it instead of me”.

You were surprised. This was not what you were looking for but it was a pleasant difference.

“And I would care if it was not a performance. I would, I do care if anyone even looks at you in the wrong way but I would never take it out on you. I want you to be able to perform without worrying what I would take it as. I want you to be loved by everyone in the audience”.

His arms slowly snaked around your waist and under your sweatshirt, “just not the way that I do”.

Namjoon or RM

Namjoon had watched you the entire night, his eyes refusing to leave your figure as you rushed around the venue making sure everything was perfect.

It was the last concert of the tour and you as the tour manager were adamant on making it memorable and smooth. Double-checking everything, you finally allowed yourself a moment of peace as you saw your boyfriend rehearse his performance for Trivia: Love.

Namjoon locked eyes with you, smiling and rapping his lines as if talking to you. Suddenly, you felt the weight of something on your shoulders and you looked away from the stage realizing that it was your assistant, Alan, who had just covered you with his jacket. You smiled gratefully as he extended a hand holding your coffee.

“You should rest for a while before we meet back for sound check”, he suggested and you looked at your watch to see that he was right. Tonight was going to be hectic and a power nap was definitely needed.

You had not even realized that the stage was now empty and the leader was standing right by your side. His eyes were not on you, but on the man now sitting beside you, glancing at his jacket on your shoulders.

Shrugging the jacket off, you asked, “Are you done? Any issues?”.

Not answering your question, Namjoon kept staring at Alan and you felt bad for the poor guy. You asked again and this time Namjoon’s lips turned into a smile, “None, jagiya”. Jagiya?!

Now you were the one staring daggers at him but he did not waver. Instead, with the same smile plastered on his lips, he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, pulling the zipper closer together as he made his way to where Alan was sitting. Alan immediately got up, excusing himself and vacating the seat that now your boyfriend occupied, his hand reaching across your shoulder to pull you into him.

You resisted.

“ ‘Jagiya’. Really?! Really, Namjoon?”

He just smiled at that, genuinely this time. “Come on, you know I lose all calm when it comes to you”.

“Calm and senses, both”, you murmured as he laughed and pulled you closer and you let him, closing your eyes and resting before work would call you again.

#bts #bts reactions #jin #seokjin #yoongi #suga #namjoon #rm #hoseok #hobi #jhope #bangtan #fluff #jealous #reader #kim namjoon #min yoongi #kim seokjin #jung hoseok

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ghost-in-the-hella · 3 years

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My first fill was amazing, I'm just being greedy now so no pressure: #8 amberpricefield?

Congratulations, you finally got a living Rachel in one of your prompt fills!

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“Ugh. It’s boring in here.”

“Chloe, if you start messing around with your phone, I will scream. ‘No lights’ means ‘no lights.’” It’s too dark to see Chloe’s pout, but Max can hear her exasperated huff from somewhere across the small, dark shoebox of a room.

“But what if--”

“No, not even if you keep the brightness down all the way!” And now Max has lost her place. Her fingers fumble carefully over the crisp edges of the film reel, feeling for the small holes and trying to count them. If she doesn’t trim the film leader evenly, she’ll never be able to get it to spool into the developer tank properly. And she’d rather not have to trim it more than once, because if she cuts up too high she’ll be ruining the first shot on the reel. It doesn’t help that Max feels utterly unmoored in the dark, like the walls and floor have disappeared and she’s floating in a sightless void. “Miss Henderson said even the light from a glow in the dark wristwatch could be enough to ruin a roll of film, and we are not going to waste weeks worth of photographs so you can watch Vines instead of being patient for ten minutes.”

“Told you we should’ve made her wait outside.” Rachel’s amused voice is closer to Max than she would have expected. Even though it was obvious how tiny the room was when the light was on, once the light went off it immediately felt huge and cavernous. Max can hear the smirk in her voice, and for a moment she’s distracted by the mental image of the way her lips are certainly curving.

Max shakes her head to clear it and starts counting the holes again. “She’d just open the door because she’s bored and ruin our film anyway. At least this way we can keep an eye on her. Well. An ear.”

“Boooooooooooooooring. B. O. R. I.”

“Chloe…”

“N. G. BORING.”

Max sighs heavily. She probably should’ve just come to the darkroom herself some day right after class. But Rachel needed to develop her film, too, and the project is due in three days, and Chloe actually seemed interested to know what kept her girlfriends occupied for some many hours out of the week, and, well… It had seemed like a nice way to spend some time with them both and get some work done at the same time. Until they shut the door and she was immediately reminded of just how short Chloe’s attention span can be when she doesn’t have any form of stimulus in front of her.

“You sure you want to keep an ear on her, Max? I’m starting to think we should be keeping a muzzle on her instead.”

“Ooh, kinky!”

Max could swear she’s feeling Chloe’s breath on her neck, but Chloe’s voice doesn’t sound that close so it’s probably just the lack of light playing tricks on her. “Shush, you. This is hard enough without you distracting me.”

“Here, let me help you.”

Familiar fingers ease over Max’s in the darkness, long and smooth and stronger than they look. A warm body presses up against her from behind, solid and grounding. The smell of cigarettes and Chloe’s sweat floods her senses. Max is grateful to the dark for masking the blush she can feel rising swiftly to her face. “O-okay.”

Rachel giggles somewhere in the darkness and Max’s blush intensifies. “Smooth, Price.”

“What? I’m helping.”

To Chloe’s credit, she is actually helping. She holds the film steady for Max, careful to not get fingerprints on the film itself, and Max is able to snip a clean line that she’s almost positive is passably even. It’s much easier to thread the film into the developing tank, too, with Chloe holding it in place as Max spools the film, slotting the holes neatly onto the pegs (and Max tries not to go dirty places with that, because she’s absolutely certain that if she said that out loud Chloe would pounce all over it).

“That’s it?” Chloe asks. “Dude, that was hella easy.”

“Yeah,” Max scoffs, “because you weren’t trying to do a four-hand job with only two.”

Chloe snickers and Max swats her shoulder. She runs her hand down Chloe’s arm and grips her hand. Chloe tangles their fingers together. The room is still a void, but there’s ground beneath Max’s feet now, and she’s starting to relax.

“Hey, Chlo, if Max is done why don’t you lend me a hand?” Rachel suggests.

“Sure,” Chloe chuckles. “Where are you?”

Max can practically feel Rachel rolling her eyes. “Chloe, this is practically a broom closet.”

“Uh, yeah, a pitch black broom closet. Fuckin’ Narnia was in a closet, dude.”

“A wardrobe,” Max corrects her.

“Whatever,” Rachel sighs. “Just… follow the sound of my voice. Marco!”

“Polo!” Chloe shouts gamely.

Max giggles helplessly as Chloe tugs her around the tiny room. It’s nice not to be alone, she thinks. Even if Chloe can be a pain sometimes, Max loves the way her presence fills any room she’s in, whether it’s an itty bitty darkroom or an entire shopping mall. After so many years apart, Max loves to have her close.

And Rachel… Rachel’s taken a bit of getting used to, if Max is honest. Returning to Arcadia Bay to find her long lost best friend and first girl crush in a hot and heavy relationship with the most popular girl at Blackwell was… a bit of a shock. That Chloe and Rachel were both so open to welcoming her into their lives - and, eventually, into their relationship - still blows her mind.

Max never thought she’d have one incredibly beautiful and amazing person be interested in her. So to have two?! And to have them be the two coolest, most gorgeous, funniest, smartest, most talented, most amazing people she’s ever met in her life?! To have them like her?! To have them love her!?

Sometimes Max has to pinch herself to make sure she isn’t dreaming.

Max is spared the trouble of pinching herself by a sudden pat on her head. “Yo, space cadet. You still with us? Rach is ready for the lights, and I am hella ready to go destroy some burgers at Two Wales.”

Max double checks to make sure that her developing tank is properly closed and light-tight before squeezing Chloe’s hand and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m still with you.”

#writing prompt #prompt fill #prompt fic #explosionshark #life is strange #amberpricefield #prompt ghost #max caulfield #chloe price #rachel amber

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burningember0802 · 3 years

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Someone Like Me

summary : first, once again, i suck at summaries. Kaz meets a friend of Nina’s that he didn’t know about who is more like him than anyone else he’s ever met and that scares him more than he’d like.

It's a relaxing evening at the slat, or at least as much as it can be in Ketterdam. All the crows were sitting around a table talking and having a great night, even Kaz. He won't show it but he enjoys nights like this more than he'd like to admit. Nina and Jesper were laughing and talking about who knows what while Matthais sat with a loving smile on his face, Wylan and Inej sat talking about his newest tests, and Kaz sat just listening and watching, enjoying the time with his friends; his family. "Oh, Kaz! My friend is supposed to stop by tonight and drop off some things I asked her for so don't be surprised if we get a knock soon." Nina mentions. "You have friends?" He sarcastically said. "For a matter of fact, I do. She's amazing, I think you should meet her. She'd be a great addition to the crows. She's a fabrickator, both a Durast and an Alkemi. She is also the smartest person I've ever met, and the best fighter too. I've watched her and Matthais spar and she took him down in seconds easily. She's insanely good, Kaz. She'd be a great asset to the team. I think you'd like her too, she has similar interests among other stuff." She explains. Kaz thought for a moment before responding. "We'll see if I agree with you once I meet her." Nina thanks him with a smile and goes back to her conversation.

Kaz wasn't sure how he felt about the thought of bringing someone else onto the team. It was another person who could betray him, another person he could get attached to, another weakness. Not just anyone can join the crows, they had to earn it.

About half an hour later there was a knock at the slat door. Nina excitedly hopped up to get it. "It's her!" The heartrender almost squealed. The door opened to a girl, probably about 5'6 who has (H/L), (H/C) hair. She was gorgeous with a button nose that supported her thin-rimmed glasses, full lips, striking (E/C) eyes, and a curvy figure. She was wearing a tight green turtle neck, black pants, boots, and carrying a satchel on her shoulder. Kaz swears he almost felt himself stop breathing. The feeling he got when he saw her, despite not knowing her, scared him in a way he didn't like. He decided to push it down and continue on with the night.

Nina invited the girl inside with a smile that was returned by her. The girls walked back to the table where the rest of the group sat. "Y/N, the crows, the crows, Y/N." She introduced them all. Multiple greetings were heard around the table from everyone except Kaz of course. Y/N shyly waved with a soft smile. "I brought those things you asked about," Y/N said quickly changing the subject. She opened her bag and pulled out 3 boxes and set them on the table. She opened the first one which held a seemingly normal knife. "Here's the knife you asked about with the poison injection abilities. There are three vials in the box and there's one in the handle already. It injects a few drops upon impact, it’s potent so it will kill someone with just a few drops." Y/N said showing how to open the handle and where the vial was. She proceeded to open the next box that was full of bullets. "These are the bullets that explode upon impact you asked about." She said before setting them back down. You could see Inej eyeing up the knife and Jesper doing the same to the bullets. She finally opened the last box which revealed 7 sets of earpieces. "These are the earpieces, they have microphones in them to communicate from long distances." She almost mumbled, obviously nervous around all the people. Kaz had been watching the girl in shock the whole time she spoke. Nina didn't lie, she was insanely talented and would be a good asset.

"You're the best Y/N!" Nina exclaimed, making a quick movement to go to hug the girl. She quickly stopped when Y/N flinched slightly. No one else besides Y/N, Nina, and Kaz had realized it with everyone else too busy looking at the new gear. "Shit, fuck I'm sorry Y/N it was a mistake." Nina started apologizing profusely. "Nina, it's fine. Mistakes happen. I'm just a freak anyway." She said quietly. Kaz felt his heart clench at that. She was like him, she was anything but a freak though. "Anyway, I should probably get going." She said, staring at her feet. "You should stay for a while, meet everyone." Nina tried to convince her. Y/N was obviously apprehensive. "You should stay," Kaz said before he could stop himself. Both Nina and Y/N turned towards him quickly. Nina had a shocked look on her face, surprised that Dirtyhands would ever suggest that he wanted someone to stay. She thought for a second and smiled slightly and nodded.

The girl sat down at the last empty chair at the table, which happened to be next to Kaz. She immediately pulled into herself out of habit, bringing on her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around it, making herself as small as possible. Jesper and Inej immediately started asking questions about their new tools to which Y/N answered gladly. Kaz watched them contently, especially Y/N. She looked really happy talking about what she loved. Soon the conversations turned away from solely her after the crows had their fill of integrating. "Kaz, Y/N is the most knowledgeable person I've met about books, you guys have that in common," Nina mentions. Y/N glances at him with a soft smile. Everything about her made Kaz's fight or flight kick in. She was weirdly comforting but at the same time kicked on every instinct he had. He felt the need to run but also never move again. "What's your favorite genre of books?" Y/N asked the boy. Kaz missed having someone to talk to about interests like this, the rest of the crows weren't into things like this. Trying to make him comfortable she answers first. "I tend to read realistic fiction or fantasy." Kaz studied her face constantly looking for any signs that she wasn't genuine. "I like fantasy or mystery books." He answers. She gets a huge smile. He liked that, she had a genuine smile, that's rare in the barrel. Her smile was slightly lopsided and full of joy. "Mysteries are the best, I'm always on the edge of my seat. Sometimes I feel like I can't put the book down even when I have stuff to get done." She laughs. Kaz almost felt himself smirk. "Those are the best ones." He answers genuinely. "I just finished this amazing book, it's about the story of Achilles but from the point of view of Patroclus. It's called the song of Achilles and it's amazing." She says with a smile. "I'll have to borrow it sometime." He says. At that moment the two of them weren't even paying attention to the crows around them anymore, so they didn't see the knowing look from Nina.

The group all continued to talk and have a good time. Everyone liked Y/N a lot. Nina was accurate in her description of her. She was super smart and sweet. At one point they were talking about combat strategies and she was asked "What's the quickest way to win a fight?" by Jesper. Matthias let out a loud snort at that question, knowing the brunette's skills. "Are we talking immobilizing or killing? Those are two different answers." She says with a smirk. The girl had come out of her shell within the past hour and had grown more comfortable around the group. "Both?" Jesper said, confused. "For immobilization, the quickest way is to slice their Achilles tendon on the back of their ankle, if you do that they're not moving. Also, you always go for the eyes, nose, and groin, and if you use the bottom of the palm of your hand you can shatter someone's nose since that's the strongest part of your hand. Besides the Achilles tendon, the other easiest way if you know how to do it is there's a nerve on the side of your neck that if you squeeze right, knocks them out. Then if the purpose is killing you go for the neck, wrist, or thigh because that's where your main arteries are." She said matter of factly. Kaz almost laughed at how the girl said it.

That was the start of it all. Shortly after this first meeting Y/N started coming around more and more and everyone loved her, including Kaz. Kaz had started having more than friendly feelings towards her a couple months after meeting. The crows were eventually able to convince her to join so she was now living at the slat, making Kaz’s life a living hell. He felt like his heart was beating out of his chest constantly, and he knew that Nina knew this too with her heartrender skills. Nina was constantly giving him knowing looks and all he did was glare back at her. Kaz was drawn to her like no one else.

The two of them had become close over the last year, closer than most. They would often sit and talk for hours, a lot of times about books or anything else that came to their minds. Y/N was often like lightning in a bottle, constantly moving and going a million miles an hour. She seemed hyper and impulsive on the outside but Kaz knew she was very strategic and methodical. She was insanely smart, which she often used to her advantage to beat Kaz in chess to his dismay. Both parties had developed feelings for each other but both were too scared to tell the other because they’re idiots but the universe was going to find a way to get them together.

The heist the crows had tonight was insanely important. The group was supposed to go to a merchant party because while the merchant and everyone else was distracted they were going to steal a necklace that was held in the wife’s vanity room. The necklace was worth an insane amount of money so the crows took the task right away.

The only problem with the heist was that Y/N and Kaz had to be the two who had to fake being a couple at the party to keep the merchant distracted so the others could get the necklace. “We have to do what?” Y/N exclaimed when she found out her role. She felt her chest clench at the thought of being around that many people. “I need Inej on the roofs, Jesper on the ground as backup, Wylan as a waiter ready to cause a distraction if need be, and Nina and Mattaius getting the necklace so we’re the only two left.” Kaz grumbles, obviously not happy about the situation either. Both of them sucked it up for the money.

The night of the heist Y/N was the last to be ready since she had to wear a dress and makeup. She stepped down the stairs to where the crows were waiting. As soon as she stepped into the room there were joking whistles and screams from all the crows except Kaz. Kaz stood there in shock, his breath taken away. Emma was wearing a black dress with stars on it, a simple pair of black heels, several pieces of silver moon and star jewelry and finally topping it off with a few moon and star hair pins pinning back some of her hair. She looked gorgeous.

As they got closer and closer to the party both Y/N and Kaz became increasingly more nervous. “We don’t have to touch.” She says breaking the silence between them as they were dragging behind the group. “We have to and we both know it. If we don’t touch like a couple they’ll become suspicious. I know neither of us like touch but we’ll have to deal with it.” Kaz quickly responds, his voice rigid. She just nodded, not wanting to make this night worse.

Everyone got in their positions as soon as they made it to the house, leaving Kaz and Y/N near the entrance. Kaz hesitantly grabs her hand; he was shocked when he did. He didn’t panic as much as he thought. Kaz’s aversion was worse than Y/N’s for sure since hers was mainly quick movements and things related to abuse but Kaz’s was any kind of touch. All he felt was Jordie when he touched anyone, the stench of the air, the cold water around him, the stiff body he was clenching on to. He didn’t immediately drown touching her though, he felt the waters come up but they stopped, going no further.

As the two of them continued through the night the touches became easier and more frequent, it almost felt...real. Both of them deep inside wished it was. They wished the other loved them back. The two of them got many compliments throughout the night on how cute they were and questions about how they met among other things. The way Kaz would wrap his arm around her waist made her heart stop, the way Y/N put her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him did the same to Kaz.

Once Nina and Mattaius got the necklace everyone made their way back to the slat. Everyone was happy and ready to celebrate a successful heist except for Kaz and Y/N. They had a tension that wouldn’t go away. Both knew they’d have to talk about it or it’d ruin further heists but neither wanted to make the first move. So once they got to the slat both of them lingered at the door after everyone else. “Can-” “We should-” they both went to say at the same time. They couldn’t help but laugh at how in tune they were. “We need to talk about things.” Y/N says. “I know.” Kaz says, anxiety in his voice. “I like you Kaz.” the girl states plainly, shocking the bastard of the barrel. He couldn’t say the words he wanted to but he had to say something. “Yes.” was all he could manage out. It would sound stupid to anyone else but to Y/N and Kaz they both knew what that meant. “I can never touch you like you might want though.” He says anxiously. “Kaz, I have just as much of an issue with touch as you. Physical affection isn’t something I need in a relationship. If we really want to, we can work on our aversions together.” She answers with a comforting smile. Kaz nods,knowing she's right. “So together?” Kaz questions, trying to confirm that she is his and he is hers. She nods with a smile.

That was the start of it all. The start of the King and Queen of Ketterdam, taking it over together.

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maluminspace · 4 years

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Genre: Smut

Pairings: Ashton Irwin/Calum Hood/Luke Hemmings

Word Count: 3.3k

Requested: by @cashtonasfuck

Laura, I am FINALLY submitting a request for hogwarts!sos 🤦🏼‍♀️😂 please could I have poly!lashtum?? (Is that what we’re going with for Luke, ash and cal?😂) luke in ravenclaw, ash in hufflepuff and cal in slytherin? Cashton are in a relationship and Luke is jealous cuz he’s had a crush on ash for the longest time, and then they’re all studying together and cal notices Luke can’t stop looking at ash and cashton maybe Dom Luke? Hope that’s okay angel! 💙

Includes: Explicit sexual content, thigh riding, dirty talk, light dom/sub dynamic

Trigger Warnings: strong language

A/N: Please Lucy, you tried to end us all with this request! I hope you like how it turned out <3

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It just wasn't fair.

Ashton Irwin was the sweetest person Luke had have ever met, not to mention the most handsome. Why the fuck was he already dating someone else?

Well, that question was very easily answered. Calum Hood was one of the most gorgeous boys at Hogwarts. He was acing every one of his classes and on top of all that he was the captain of the Slytherin quidditch team. Of course, Ashton had fallen for him, just like every other sixth year had. If only Luke had grown the balls to approach Ashton at the start of the school year, maybe then he’d be the Hufflepuff’s boyfriend instead of the Slytherin ‘golden boy’.

As if it wasn’t hard enough to keep his feelings in check, Luke had been asked to tutor both boyfriends in non-verbal spells. It seemed that the Ravenclaw boy had been gifted with a rare talent for performing the difficult wordless magic and his Charms professor had asked him to help out Ashton and Calum who were both struggling.

Perhaps one of the most unfortunate parts of tutoring for Luke, besides his ever-present jealousy, was fitting it in around his already hectic after-school schedule. Calum and Ashton weren’t any less busy either so finding a timeslot that suited them all had proven very difficult. It was for that reason that the three boys had been given special permission to use each other’s common rooms after curfew. That alone was a problem for the Ravenclaw, being alone with the two hottest boys in school in dark, quiet rooms late at night but knowing that he could never make a move on either of them.

“This is impossible!” Ashton huffed irritably, bringing Luke’s thoughts back to the present moment. The Hufflepuff’s handsome face was contorted in an exasperated expression, his cheeks flushed with concentration and frustration as he raked his fingers through his already unruly sand-coloured curls. “How do you do this so easily, Luke?” He asked, fixing the youngest boy with a watery gaze.

“Hey…” Calum said softly, reaching over to rub the back of his boyfriend’s hand gently. “You’ll get it, you’re the smartest person I know.”

Luke forced a smile, trying to stop himself from visibly bristling at the tender moment between the two boyfriends. Luckily they’d decided to study in Calum’s common room, which was very dimly lit and hopefully easy to hide his jealous expressions in.

What the Ravenclaw didn’t anticipate, however, is that having spent a good portion of his school life in this dark environment, Calum’s eyesight had adjusted to cope well in the lack of light, making it all-too-easy for him to notice the way Luke almost scowled.

“I’m definitely not the smartest person you know…” Ashton huffed, curling into Calum’s side for comfort. “Luke can cast the Colovaria charm silently, like he’s being do it for years!”

A hint of a smirk curls the corners of Calum’s lips as he stroke’s Ashton’s hair gently. “We can’t all be as great at Charms as Hemmings.” He said, “Some of us have other talents, isn’t that right, Lukey?”

The Ravenclaw tried to hide his reddening cheeks as he leaned over a white feather in the pretence of trying to demonstrate the colour changing charm again. Calum was effortlessly charming, his smooth voice affecting Luke in ways he didn’t want to acknowledge. “Sure.” He replied in a clipped tone, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“Ugh, he’s just being nice.” Ashton sighed. His sentence was followed immediately by the unmistakable clatter of his wand being dropped on the table. “He knows I should never have been allowed into advanced level Charms, I’m too fucking stupid…”

“That’s not true.” Luke responded automatically, chancing a glance at the Hufflepuff across the table. “You’re not stupid at all. Non-verbal spells are really tricky, everyone struggles with them at first.”

Calum hugs Ashton close as he places a kiss to the older boy’s cheek, keeping his eyes on Luke the whole time. “Also, you’re amazing at a lot of other things.” He smirks, holding Luke’s gaze steadily. “Like Herbology, Astronomy and…” The Slytherin lowered his voice but something in his eyes made it clear that the slightly older boy still wanted Luke to hear the end of his sentence. “All the bedroom stuff… Especially blowjobs.”

“Calum!” Ashton hissed, his cheeks deepening in colour as he shot Luke a guilty glance. “You can’t say things like that when we have company.”

The Slytherin shrugged carelessly. “Why not?” He asked. “I’m sure Luke would love to know just how good you are at all that stuff.”

Luke had never felt so called out in all his life. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment as he stared, slack-jawed at Calum. The slightly older boy leaned back casually in his chair, pulling Ashton with him as though he’d made nothing but an off-hand comment about the weather.

“Shh, you’re making Luke uncomfortable.” Ashton hissed, nudging his boyfriend in the ribs. “He doesn’t need to hear about all that…”

Finally coming to his senses, Luke nods. “Ashton’s right, I don’t. Maybe we should just do this another night, I don’t think either of you are in the right frame of mind right now.” He reached for his feather so that he could pack it away with the rest of his stuff, but Calum caught his wrist in a firm but surprisingly gentle grip.

“Are you sure, Lukey?” The Slytherin asked, his dark eyes staring deep into Luke’s as though he was searching for something. “Because I have a feeling you think about Ashton doing stuff like that a lot” He smirked. “I bet you imagine him doing it to you rather than me, though.”

Luke was dumbstruck. He felt as though he was about to get punched by the most popular boy at Hogwarts for something he’d tried his very best to hide.

“Calum!” Ashton gasped, “You can’t say things like that to him… Especially when they’re not true.” The Hufflepuff turned to face Luke, the silent addition of the question ‘is it?’ written all over his beautiful face.

The answer should have been ‘no’ and it should have spilled from Luke’s lips instantly. The youngest boy just couldn’t bring himself to lie, though. He sat there, staring back at Ashton and Calum in an almost terrified silence.

“Of course it’s true, babe.” Calum explained to Ashton although his eyes never moved from Luke’s. “I see the way he looks at you every time we’re in the same room. He wants you as much as I do.”

If it was possible to dissaperate in the Hogwarts grounds, Luke would have done it in an instant. He just wanted to get out of this awkward situation as quickly as possible. “I should go…” He muttered weakly, trying but failing to twist his wrist out of Calum’s hold. “I’ll ask the professor to assign someone else to tutor you.”

“I’d rather you didn’t do that.” The Slytherin whispered gently, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “It’d make it a lot harder for us to put the moves on you, if we didn’t have these little late night study sessions.”

Luke was still so embarrassed at being caught lusting after Ashton by Calum, that it took his brain a moment to process what the Slytherin had said. When he did finally realise that he hadn’t misheard - that Calum had actually said he and Ashton wanted to make a move on him, he had no idea at all how to respond.

After a moment of the tensest silence Luke had ever experienced, Ashton sighed reaching over to stroke Luke’s hand that was still grasped in Calum’s. “I tried to tell Calum that it wasn’t a good idea to lay this on you whilst you were meant to be tutoring us.” The Hufflepuff smiled gently. “But seeing as he’s gone ahead and done it anyway, maybe I should explain some stuff.”

“Yeah…” Luke managed, his voice coming out in a strained whisper as his mind continued attempting to process what was happening, albeit with great difficulty.

Ashton bit his lip nervously as he shot Calum a sideways glance before launching into his explanation. “So, Calum noticed a while back that you check me out sometimes. I told him he was imagining things because there’s no way you’re into me.” Calum rolled his eyes at this point, a clear expression that he had no doubt that he was right. The eldest boy ignored him, though, continuing his hastily put together speech. “But anyway… basically we talked about we both think you’re cute and how maybe at some point we’d talk to you about possibly going on a date with us or something.” By the time he’d finished talking, Ashton’s cheeks were crimson coloured and he looked as though he’d liked the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Wait!” Luke gasped, looking between the two older boys in a confused daze. “You both like me, as in, ‘like’ me.”

Calum and Ashton both nodded in unison, their pretty faces staring back him hopefully.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but we wanted you to know that the offer’s there.” Ashton clarified, “We understand if you need time to think about it.”

Going away to sleep on the proposition would have been the sensible thing to do, Luke knew that. It didn’t stop him from wanting to test the other two boys on their offer immediately, though.

As if he could read Luke’s mind, Calum stood up, gently tugging Luke to his feet as he gestured for the youngest boy to join him on the other side of the table. “You want us to show you that we’re serious, don’t you?” He asked, guiding the Ravenclaw between himself and Ashton, who was gazing up at the two of them curiously, although there was undoubtedly an element of lust burning in his hazel eyes.

Luke nodded, suddenly finding himself speechless as Calum cupped his cheek gently. “Should we show him how serious we are, Ash?”

Without even waiting for an answer, Calum pulled Luke into a deep kiss. His lips felt so much softer against Luke’s own than the Ravenclaw had ever imagined and he immediately began craving more. He wrapped his arms around Calum’s waist as the older boy held his face in both hands.

The kiss lasted long enough to ignite a flame of irrepressible lust in Luke’s chest. When Calum pulled away and his dark eyes met Luke’s there was no mistaking that he felt the same. “Go and sit in Ashton’s lap, Lukey.” He instructed, “He’s been dying to kiss you as much as I have.”

Feeling dazed by the kiss, Luke did as he was told, dropping into Ashton’s lap as the eldest boy wrapped him up in a strong but tender embrace. “You looked so hot with Calum.” He whispered hotly against Luke’s lips. “Can I…”

Nodding fervently, Luke closed the tiny gap between their lips. To the Ravenclaw’s surprise, Ashton kissed harder than Calum, sliding his fingers into Luke’s curls to keep him as close as possible.

“Fuck…” Calum whispered, his breath ghosting over Luke’s neck as he leaned over the two kissing boys. “You two look so good…” His lips grazed the younger boy’s pale skin as he helped Luke to straddle one of Ashton’s muscular thighs so that they were at a better angle for kissing.

The youngest boy was overwhelmed. Never in a million years would he have thought that one of these study sessions would end like this - with Ashton kissing him whilst Calum nipped at his neck.

“You taste so good, Lukey.” Ashton growled between kisses. “I can see why Calum didn’t wanna let you go…”

A needy whine escaped Luke as he unintentionally slid further up Ashton’s thigh, causing friction to his cock through his trousers. Of course, being a hormonal sixteen-year-old, his body had already started to react to the kissing and touching. “Please…” He whimpered, “You both feel so good.”

Ashton smiled against the Ravenclaw’s lips, tugging his hair a little harder to let out a bit more of his sexual tension. “You have no idea how much we’ve wanted you.” He whispered, “Dreamt of this so much.”

“Ashy’s right.” Calum confirmed as his hands found Luke’s waist. “We’ve wanted you so much and now it’s happening, you’re even hotter than we ever imagined.”

It was impossible for Luke to remain still, Ashton was so strong and sturdy beneath him, his muscular thigh was an all-too-inviting temptation that he couldn't resist. He rolled his hips experimentally, a surprised moan escaping him when the friction it caused sent pleasurable shivers up his spine. “I-I can’t… you both feel…”

Calum gripped Luke’s hips a little tighter and began guiding him in a slow rhythm. “It’s okay, Lukey. Let us help you feel good.” He whispered before continuing to kiss down Luke’s exposed neck.

Ashton pulled back just far enough to watch the other two boys for a moment, groaning at how hot they looked. Calum was a natural at taking control and Luke seemed to thrive off of that, sinking into the older boy’s touch like he needed to be as close as possible to him. “Uh, I could watch you both all night.” The Hufflepuff said lowly, “You’re putting on such a good show for me right now.”

“Yeah?” Calum asked, quirking one of his thick dark eyebrows. “Lukey’s such a good boy, isn’t he, Ash? Look how well he’s riding your thigh, getting all hard for us.”

“Fuck…” Luke moned, his voice already so thick with lust that he was surprised any sound had escaped his lips at all.

“You like to be praised, Lukey?” Ashton asked, his lips grazing the outer shell of the Ravenclaw’s ear as he spoke. The younger boy nodded eagerly as he rested his forehead against Ashton’s. “Good…” The eldest boy grinned, “Because you’re doing so well for us, we can’t wait to see you come apart for us, can we, Cal?”

Calum shook his head, his dark curls falling into his eyes as he continued to guide Luke’s hips, helping hip to grind down onto Ashton, pulling gasps and moans from all three of them. The Slytherin took a break from nibbling at Luke’s neck, gently nudging the younger boy’s head to one side so that he kiss Ashton over his shoulder.

The way that the boyfriends made out over Luke, their bodies sandwiching the Ravenclaw deliciously, pulled the youngest boy even closer to an orgasm. “Fuck, please…” He whimpered, losing the ability to form a coherent sentence.

“Tell him how good he sounds, Ashy.” Calum instructed between kisses, his fingers curling tighter around Luke’s hips as the younger boy’s movements became a little more erratic.

Ashton complied immediately, his voice a little broken and weak now. “You sound so good, Lukey… Can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you cum for us.”

Every word made it harder for Luke to keep it together. His whole body was begging him to let go but he didn’t want this to end just yet.

“Is he making you hard, Ash?” Calum asked, pressing himself against Luke’s back so that the younger boy could feel the Slytherin’s hard dick against his back.

“Holy fuck, Calum!” Luke gasped, “You feel big…”

Ashton moaned into Calum’s kiss. “He’s making us both so hard, Cal…” He continued, “You’re such a good boy, Lukey.”

“He’s the best.” Calum replied, pulling back from Ashton just enough to shoot Luke a sideways glance. “Do you want to feel us, baby?”

Luke whimpered as he nodded, a stray strand of caramel coloured curls sticking to his forehead. He was very sure that touching Calum and Ashton would send him over the edge but he was more than ready for that.

The Hufflepuff took one of Luke’s hand and guided it between their bodies until the younger’s longer fingers touched Ashton’s hard cock through his trousers. “You see what you’re doing to us, Lukey?” He groaned, “no one has had this much of an affect on me besides Calum. I’m gonna be constantly turned on knowing that you’re both mine.”

Before Luke could utter another strangled whine, Calum shifted his position, moving to stand to the side so that it was easier for Luke to feel him. “Go ahead, baby, you can touch me.” The Slytherin prompted gently, “Want you to cum holding our dicks, knowing that you can have them anytime you like.”

The very second that Luke’s fingers curled around Calum’s cock, he knew it was over. Both boys felt so big in his hands and a tsunami of possibilities swept through his mind - a tirade of images portraying what these two boys could do him and what he could give to them in return, flickered before his eyes as his orgasm hit. Luke’s body trembled as he tumbled over the edge, burying his face in Ashton’s shoulder for comfort.

“Holy shit…” Calum groaned. “I almost came just from watching you, baby. You looked so fucking hot.”

Ashton nodded in agreement, his pretty face flushed and slightly clammy. “You’re such a good boy for us, baby. Love the way you fall apart for us.”

Luke whimpered helplessly, trying to gain the brainpower to speak again as he continued to shiver with the aftershocks of his pleasure. He calmed a little when both of the other boys wrapped their arms around him, enclosing him in a warm, safe cocoon whilst his breathing slowly regulated.

“That’s right.” Ashton soothed, gently rubbing Luke’s back, helping to ground him. “You’re safe with us, Lukey.”

The Ravenclaw didn’t doubt it for a second, he’d never felt so thoroughly taken care of before. “Wanna repay you boh. It felt so good.”

Calum chuckled softly. “We have all the time in the world to work up to that, baby. We don’t want to exhaust you too much on our first night, do we?”

Just as Luke opened his mouth to argue. Ashton cut him off with a brief kiss. “Calum’s right, Lukey. We have all the time in the world to try out everything you’ve ever dreamed of. There’s no need to rush it all right now.”

Pouting, Luke accepted the kiss and turned his gaze to Calum, staring up at the slightly older boy through the darkness. “But you’re both still hard… I wanna help.”

The Slytherin and Hufflepuff boys exchanged a glance, each of them allowing a tiny smirk to curl the corners of their lips before they returned their gazes to Luke.

“You can watch while we get each other off, if you want?” Calum offers, hope burning in the depths of his brown eyes. “You’re more than welcome…”

Luke didn’t need asking twice, despite his weak knees, he scrambled to his feet and stepped aside so that Ashton could get to his feet.

“To my bed, then.” Calum smirked, taking Ashton and Luke by the hand and leading them towards the steps that lead up to the sixth year dormitory.

The Ravenclaw had no idea what was in store for him, but he couldn’t wait to find out.

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dobrikburrito · 5 years

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one day, j.w.

words: 2.7k

plot: you’re not giving Jeff the time of day, but you’re also low key hating when his attention is on some other girl.

disclaimer: angsty fluff? yeah.

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From the past few weeks, the new joke of David’s vlogs was Jeff’s endless tries to get your attention, asking for dates, hookups, kisses, anything. Since Jeff was one of the best looking guys in the squad, David absolutely loved the fact that you were turning Jeff, of all people, down. He was a good sport, not minding the public rejection and actually finding it quite hilarious.

“You know what… One day, one day.” Jeff was looking directly at David’s camera, pointing at it. “One day I’ll finally get in her pants and it will make all this struggle worth it. It will be the best day of my life.”

Jeff was in the passenger seat, while Erin, Carly and you were in the back. With Jeff’s energetic manifesto, David was dying of laughter. Immediately pointing the camera to you, you were quick to give an emotionless response.

“I’d rather die,” You told the camera. Everybody in the car was screaming.

Jeff was laughing the most as well, he loved how hard you played. Not one used to be rejected like this, he was actually turned on by it. Loving to play around, what helped was the fact that he thought you were the prettiest and smartest girl he’s ever met. It did start as a joke, since he didn’t want to have one meaningless hook up with you and ruin your friendship. But now? The interactions have made him not stop thinking about you.

“Come on, be honest here. Why do you always reject me?” Jeff asked you directly. “Is it the botox rumours? Because I told you they were bullshit.”

You shrugged. “I guess I just don’t see what all the fuss is about.”

“Fuck.” Jeff oofed, but smiled, touching his chest. “My heart.”

See, you did find Jeff handsome. You did like his kind of humor and personality. He wasn’t bad. The mean responses were mainly something you knew David thrived for, but also a way of protecting yourself. You’ve been with guys like Jeff before. The pretty ones, the ones that everybody wants, the ones where all the prettiest girls would throw themselves at. You were cheated on by a guy like Jeff and you promised yourself not to ever fall into that trap again. Your heart was too vulnerable to even think about it. Besides, you’ve never hooked up with any of your friends from the squad. A fun kiss here and there, yes, but nothing more. You pride yourself in that, prioritizing your friendship with everyone. You’ve seen what could happen otherwise, like Todd and Corinna, for instance.

“You keep playing hard to get, babe.” Jeff told you for the cameras. “Like I said, one day I’ll show you what you’re missing.”

The next day, you were all in David’s room talking about life and careers. The topic on Jeff pursuing a stand-up comedy career was brought up since Jason had asked him to open his next Improv performance.

“Yeah, it’s hard man, it’s hard doing comedy like this, you know?” Jeff said, looking at David and then everyone else. “No, I look at myself in the mirror and I’m like I don’t like this guy, he’s too good looking.”

Everybody laughed at that line, which made Jeff go on, “I keep thinking… Maybe if I wasn’t so good looking I would actually have a chance with (Y/N).” The room laughed even more, everybody looking at you. “I know that’s the reason she won’t go on a date with me. Too much beauty in the way of our love.”

You were lying in the lovesac, looking at them, quickly facepalming after Jeff was done talking. You looked up to the ceiling and shook your head. “God… Now I know why you went to prison.”

Jeff bursted out laughing as well as everybody in the room. “Am I lying though? You never gave me one good reason why you wouldn’t date me, hook up with me or give me one tiny kiss.”

“Fine. I’ll give you ten reasons.” You sat down on the lovesac, looking at him.

“Oh boy. I regret it, I take it back. Don’t tell me.” Jeff hugged himself and laughed.

“No, no, no. You keep asking me, let me tell you!” You pointed at him. David was absolutely living for this interaction, laughing his ass off.

“Can you see the rage in her eyes? They’re in flames, man. I’m scared.” Jeff reasoned with David. “Don’t let her murder me.”

You tried really hard not to laugh and keep a straight face at Jeff’s reaction.

“The fact that I’m denying you is the only reason why you’re so interested, that’s one. You’re used to getting your way with girls, not used to being denied.” You started, pointing a finger. “You think I’m a challenge to be accomplished. You have a dozen Instagram models DMs waiting to be answered and you can get a hookup within the hour. You’re pretty and handsome and has a great body, we get it, it’s not hard for you to get girls.”

“Calm down, (Y/N), don’t go butchering the man.” Jason reasoned, but everybody, including Jeff, was laughing.

“You know, that’s funny.” Jeff pointed at you, now. “You say that like you’re not one of the prettiest girls in this city. And honestly, the denying part does make it a challenge for me, but I wouldn’t keep going if I wasn’t really interested in you as a person. I think you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met. I’d be lucky to go on a date with someone like you.”

His words caught you off guard, speechless. The fact that you didn’t find any words to answer him made everything even more hilarious, because now Jeff had shut you up, which was an accomplishment on its own, one that no one had ever done before.

“That’s for sure the smartest-mouth in the city, and you shut her up, congratulations, Jeff.” Jason bumped fists with Jeff, laughing.

Another couple of days went by, David asked you to come to his house to film for the vlogs, but you had another meeting and could only arrive later. Once you did, you asked Natalie where everybody was and then headed to David’s bedroom once she informed you. The moment you walked inside, you saw David filming Jeff with Kelsey and Stass, and they were talking about his botox and the fact that he said he had it just to mingle with them.

You loved the girls, but you left the room, not exactly happy with the fact that someone else was having the snarky bits with Jeff for the vlog. You took your time out, grabbing a bottle of water and talking with Natalie.

You heard steps out of the room, the cameras were off and everybody was coming to the kitchen. “Oh hey, (Y/N)! I didn’t know you had arrived, why didn’t you join us?” David walked to where you were in the kitchen counter, giving you a quick hug.

“Oh don’t worry, Dave. I arrived and I saw you doing the bit, I didn’t want to bother.” You smiled at him.

“You’d never bother us.” David laughed and shook his head, walking away.

“Oh, there you are.” Jeff made his way towards you as well, and you saw the two girls sitting on the couch. “I thought you weren’t able to make it.”

Jeff came in for a hug and you quickly returned it, but also let go of him just as quick. When the cameras were off, everything was more chill and you actually got along with Jeff. The flirting was heightened for the cameras.

You looked away from him, a little upset, but trying to hide it. “Yeah, I had a meeting this afternoon, I was in the middle of it when David texted me.”

“Ooh, new brand deals?” Jeff joked lightly, actually interested in your life.

“Mm… Yeah, kinda. Don’t tell, it’s new yet, but I’m partnering up with Benny Blanco to record a single.” You looked back at Jeff. His eyes were surprised, but also with admiration.

“Oh wow, (Y/N), that’s huge!” Jeff whispered and you smiled softly. “Oh my God. I’m so happy for you! If anyone deserves this, it’s you. You’re so hardworking and talented, they’re lucky to have you.”

His kind words melted any annoyance you were holding onto before. “Thanks Jeff, that means a lot to me.”

“I’m here for you, okay? Anything you need. I know how you get anxious with big things coming up.” Jeff caressed your arm and looked into your eyes.

The sole fact that Jeff had noticed your anxiety whenever you felt pressured and the way he was making sure you felt supported now made you realize that maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought and was also completely different from your ex-boyfriend.

“Thank you. You’re a really good friend, Jeff.” You smiled after a deep breath. Despite the word friend disappointing Jeff a little, the fact that you went for a longer hug and kissed his cheek was enough to spark some hope.

You smiled at him and walked away when David called.

You turned the little cup of Tequila shot in your mouth, both you and Natalie knocking the cups on the wood table once you drank it out.

“Take it easy, ladies.” Scotty said, laughing.

You and Natalie looked at each other, making a face as if that was the dumbest suggestion ever.

“Every time Scott ask us to take it easy, we’ll take another shot.” Natalie suggested and you nodded immediately in agreement.

“Did someone say shots?” Zane was literally holding a platter of ten shots he had just bought for the whole group.

“That’s not helpful at all,” Scotty rolled his eyes and threw his hands up, in defeat.

Tonight was a moment of celebration. You had told everybody about the record deal and David had the idea for us to come party in a bar at Hollywood Boulevard. Feeling on top of the world with your career, you were happy. But something was deep down bothering you.

Having a direct view of the bar, you saw Jeff and Todd. As usual, Todd was hugging Olivia, his girlfriend, and they were talking with Jeff and this other brunette. Jeff was laughing loudly, having the time of his life. The girl would touch his arm while talking about something that was making him smile. At one point, the girl turned around to hug another friend and you saw how gorgeous she was. As much as you’d never like to admit, you were jealous and hurt. With absolutely no right to be, of course.

Taking one last shot, you pulled Natalie to the dancefloor, deciding that the best way to damp your feelings for Jeff was with loud music and alcohol. Singing your hearts out to every new pop song playing, you and Natalie were dancing together and having the best time, clearly heavily drunk.

You don’t know how much time had passed, but you felt a couple of hands coming on your waist from the back. About to turn to look, you heard a voice in your ear.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even better when you’re drunk and dancing.” Jeff held your waist tight. “How many shots did you take?”

Turning around to face him, you tried your best to not look as drunk as you were. “Not as many as I’d like.”

“I think you’ve had enough for one night, (Y/N). How about I get you a bottle of water?” Jeff looked in my eyes with his deep brown ones, his intense stare making sure I knew he was going to take care of me.

The emotion in his eyes made you angry, somehow. The alcohol got the best of your emotions.

“What? Did your first option blow you off, so you had to give it a try with good old (Y/N)?” You said, rolling your eyes. “Where is she, Jeff? The pretty brunette you couldn’t stop smiling at?”

“Is that jealousy I sense?” His tone was playful, but only enraged you more.

“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” You scoffed, sarcastically. “There are no cameras here, Jeff, no need to pretend to be into me.”

“What makes you think I pretend?” Jeff was looking at you, studying you. You knew part of him was enjoying to see the blabbering that came out of your mouth. He knew the alcohol would probably make you talk way more than you were used to when sober. “Besides, if you must know, I was just talking with that girl. I never intended on going home with her.”

“Sure didn’t look that way to me, or to her, may I add.” You smiled ironically and looked away, not finding Natalie anywhere. You let go of his grasp on your waist to try to walk away.

“Why is it so hard for you to admit that you have feelings for me?” Jeff pulled you by the waist again, now in a quick movement, making sure your body was tightly close to his.

“That’s because I don’t have feelings for you.” You kept your stance, looking back into his eyes, angrily. “Stop wasting my time, Wittek. I’m not gonna be your next conquest.”

“Is that what you think you are to me? A conquest?” Now he was starting to get offended. “Do you really think so little of me?”

When you didn’t answer him, the silence only confirmed it. “Fine, (Y/N). You win. I won’t play this game anymore.” His hands let go of your waist and he shook his head, starting to walk away.

A wave of all the emotions in the world caught you at the same time. You couldn’t stop yourself from walking after him and taking his hand back. Looking back at you, he waited for something.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” You tried to say, barely able to form a proper sentence without feeling overwhelmed by your own feelings.

“Admit it. Admit that you feel the same way about me as I feel about you. Admit that you’re jealous about the girl I was talking to earlier. Admit that you can’t stop thinking about me. Admit it or I’ll leave, (Y/N).” Jeff walked closer, intensely looking at you.

When it took you a second, he had just decided to leave again. “I admit it.”

Jeff stopped on his tracks, looking at you. He wanted more.

“I admit that I’m jealous and that I hate seeing you with other girls. I admit that I’m a mess and I don’t know what I feel, but that I also can’t stop thinking about you. I admit that I’ve been hurt and that I’m scared.” You shrugged, biting your inner cheek. “I admit that you make me feel things I’ve never felt before and that it’s often easier to just deny it.”

You closed your eyes while saying the last few words. The moment you opened them to see Jeff, he touched your face with both of his hands, staring at your lips. When you didn’t refuse him again, he took his chance and kissed you with all of his soul.

His lips were soft and smooth on yours, you could feel the sparks and bells. You felt your body melting under his touch, especially when his tongue was on yours, as your mouths collapsed together, while he gave you the best kiss you’ve ever had. You held his shirt tightly in your hand, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

After your mouths parted, both of you completely breathless, Jeff looked at you, with the same eyes of admiration and passion you’ve seen before.

“I’ve waited so long, I’ve imagined this so many times… And it’s even better than I ever anticipated,” Jeff confessed, quickly giving you another soft kiss.

You smiled and pulled him close, throwing your arms around his neck, kissing him again.

“Does that mean you’ll actually go on a date with me now?” Jeff asked, holding you by the waist again.

“Don’t push it,” You joked. Jeff raised an eyebrow and kissed you intensely again, taking your breath away one more time. “Okay, yeah, we can go on a date.” You quickly changed your mind, making him smile.

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lemonietrinket · 4 years

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Save A Nation ||| Johnny x Reader

Summary: Johnny knows how hot he is. Oh he knows. He also knows that a certain someone has had a crush on him for a very long time. And he also knows you’re not confident enough to address it. But this is the catch for you, you see: because he is. Genre: Fluff? I don’t think it is... But it ain’t exactly hardcore smut, is it? If ya’ll wanna kiss John Seo then this is a fic that caters to that very purpose, kk Warning(s): Johnny. Word Count: 2965 how is this longer than the min&joo one wHaT Theme Songs: Flower Shower - Hyuna; Who Is In Your Heart Now? - Studio Killers AN: December 13 prompt, mistletoe! (credit: @songi-writes) Also, can we have some more appreciation for Johnny’s lips pls. They are the definition of beautiful! And also my man Johnny in general like come on guys he’s out here serving looks, personality and comedy on a diamond encrusted plate my dudes, give him some attention

Set in a university.

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The party was loud. A butchered club-remixed christmas song hammered the speakers at the hands of a completely sozzled DJ, as the throng of people shimmering like hyper-flammable lycra ebbed and flowed with the beat like shoals of plastic fish beneath the cheap strobe lights. House parties were never that good, if you were honest. But this one. This one was spectacular.

You wished you could say the reason for you believing so was actually good, or anywhere close to rational. But alas, it was not, since your reason was literally a boy.

Not just any old boy, though, in your defence. No no, it was the one of those god-crafted creatures whose blessed features had been cropping up in your line of sight ever since the beginning of the year. At the cafe, at the mall... Even in your favourite hidden-gem vintage charity shop.

One of those boys.

It was if Fate wanted you to do something.

But you never would. Never.

Because you knew who this boy was.

Johnny Seo.

God of charisma, king of basketball, comedy gold. He was on the front of the university monthly magazine for nearly every edition, he had his own radio show, he got extra-special discounts at several bars because he was just so...

He was in the choir for god’s sake, and he was the one person no one made fun of for it.

There was no way you would risk ousting yourself out for ridicule like that. You may not be the smartest in the world, but you knew that asking him out for him to inevitably turn you down would make you the laughing stock for the rest of the year. And that was the best case scenario.

It wasn’t like you thought poorly of yourself, not at all. You were intelligent, and talented, and certainly attractive enough. It’s just you knew you lacked something. The thing that separated him from everyone else. The thing that made him destined for the stars whilst everyone else settled for the moon. The thing that no doubt made you feel head over heels for him when you’d barely even spoken to him.

It wasn’t your way to do things at all, but here you were. Caught in a daze, admiring him as he spoke to someone else.

You were so out of it, you hadn’t even noticed that that someone was actually your best friend. She didn’t see what you saw in the guy, and merely laughed at you when she caught you like this, rolling her eyes every time you stuttered an flimsy explanation at her.

This time you were purely snagged on his lips alone.

Soft, gentle, the gateway to all the secrets that he knew, and all the words he could inspire the world with. Hand-drawn by an artist and delicately positioned on his features, their ulterior motive to make those lips hurt you as you dreamt of running the pads of your fingertips across them, touching them with your own, seeking a sanctuary and your own hell in them.

God, it wasn’t fair.

Whoever got to kiss them even only once must have saved a nation in a past life.

Caught in your daydream, you were hardly subtle.

You never were.

Johnny couldn’t help but glance over at you whenever he had the opportunity, and it didn’t change in this case either. Even if your best friend was watching. Maybe if she noticed she’d urge you to do something after all.

He cracked a smile, completely unrelated to what your best friend was saying, at the thought of how shy you were. You just didn’t want to cause anyone trouble, whether it be him, your best friend, or yourself. You wouldn’t want to even be a trouble to the people you no doubt had invented in your own head, purely as a reason to stop you from saying anything to him. No, you wouldn’t even want them to exert themselves in mocking you. You were wiser than he ever was though because he just let himself flow into things head first and then talked his way out of the consequences, always relatively unscathed.

But the fact remained, you would never do something. So it was on him.

He hadn’t expected to see you around in the same places as much as he did. You’d had a lot more in common than he’d expected when he first saw you. He thought you’d have been into much... less ordinary things.

He didn’t know really, maybe the sunlight had dazzled him then, but that day in the summer when he first saw you, your laugh rivalling the entire world’s music, your eyes rivalling the galaxies above, your lips...

He was entranced by them then, just as he was now, transfixed as they gradually parted to mouth the thoughts charging through your head. He wondered what you were thinking, whether it was about him.

Oh who was he kidding, he knew it was about him. You were all he could think about too, after all.

Suddenly, something knocked his arm.

He snapped his eyes away, lips curving into a charming smile familiar to you—the one that always appeared when he’d been caught doing doing he shouldn’t be doing.

Sucked to be him though, because your best friend was extremely gay and hella proud of it, and so wasn’t having any of his antics.

“Hey,” she shouted over the music, “she’s been pining after you for months on end, Mr I’m-Seo-Hot-And-I-Know-It. Put me out of my goddamn misery and kiss her already?”

He blinked at her, startled but relieved nonetheless.

He had the perfect idea, and this was the cue to enact it.

You barely registered the fact he’d walked over before it was too late. Johnny’s drop-dead gorgeous face and unwavering stare was focused solely on you within a single blink.

Your daze shattered as you were thrust into reality.

He then said something.

You panicked.

You hadn’t heard what he said. The music had stopped too at that very moment, parting the sound for you to hear his velvet smooth voice as well as Fate had garnered it so, and your dumb ass hadn’t even been listening.

Too focused on the pools of onyx that made up his eyes.

You cursed to yourself in your head. Pull. Yourself. Together.

All he’d said was hi.

“Hey, I was talking to your friend. She said you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by the party and wanted to leave but since she was being selfish and didn’t want to, you’d been stuck here waiting for her?”

He waited diligently for you to respond. Eventually you nodded dumbly. Realising that was the best he was going to get, with a gentle smile, he continued, “Well, I was heading out, and will happily walk you back, if you’d like?”

That smile wasn’t one you recognised.

You scolded yourself for feeling a spike of excitement at that thought. You haven’t seen him that much, you haven’t seen every smile that those lips of his have curved beautifully into.

You were just too eager to jump on the ‘he sees me differently from everyone else’ train. Which was obviously a poor reaction, in your opinion.

Oh, how little you knew.

You managed a word this time, however. Congrats. “Please.”

He flashed you his characteristic, bright, welcoming, dashing grin, offering out his hand for you to take.

He just wanted to help you out of your chair. A gentleman. The way your breath hitched at that much.

It wasn’t wise to take his hand though. Your hand would be clammy from the heat of the party, and your nerves from just being close to him. And he may suspect something.

Ha.

But it would be too smart to listen to your own mental advice, regardless. You took his hand instinctively, and got to your feet a little bit too fast for your own liking.

And then he asked you another question. This time you didn’t hear because it was too loud. And you had no hope in hell in guessing what it was, because you’d ushered your eyes away from his own. His eyes were too good to look into for long periods of time. Unhealthy for you. They made you blush too hard.

Wait was he doing the long stare deliberately?

He presumed your coat, if you had one and he sure hoped you did because it was cold out and he didn’t want you sick, was by the door.

Leading you through the crowds, flashing that smile at a couple of people to get them to move, with his hand very very lightly brushing your shoulder to make sure you didn’t get lost in the crowds. It was polite, but also protective.

Maybe your past life had been pretty good. But had you saved a nation?

Probably not?

Reaching the porch, and seeing the mounds of coats, he sweat-dropped. Even if yours was in there, it would take forever to find it.

“Hey, is your coat, like, not black?” he enquired, closing the door to block most of the sound from the other rooms.

You hesitated, forcing the cogs in your head to turn. Suddenly you hit a spark and remembered. “I didn’t have a coat with me. I forgot.”

He looked concerned to say the least, and you were confused as to why. Before you could think about it for even a second, he passed you a chic trench coat. It matched his outfit.

Oh no.

“I... no I—”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” he insisted, catching onto your pause. He held it out, nodding his head and indicating for you to turn around.

You obliged, and let him slip the coat over your arms, and up to your neck. Tying it up at the front by one button, it was huge on you. He’d forgotten how much taller he was than you. Oh well, you looked absolutely adorable.

He could have kissed you right then. But he had to stick to the plan.

“Is it left or right to your apartment?” he asked, opening the front door to the cold outside.

Walking along the ice cold streets, at an awfully slow pace, you almost felt your heart return slightly back to normal. You felt bad for making him take such short steps, it being icy and yourself in nice but not exactly practical shoes for the weather. His legs were so long, you wondered what it was like to be tall.

Actually, his legs were astoundingly proportioned, with those thighs—

“I know a shortcut, actually,” he announced, slightly out of the blue, especially for him.

Truth be told, he’d been trying to think of a way to get you to go with him to the tree. It wasn’t en-route at all, but he couldn’t think of a better excuse.

That being said, he couldn’t deny the impact taking in the sight of you had on his thought process. It was a lot to handle, that was for sure.

“Oh, ok, sure.”

Turning the two of you into the park through the gate a few steps away, you quickly realised that there was no shortcut this way, having walked this way a couple of times before. But there was a real brightness in his eyes, and it wasn’t just the streetlights. He seemed excited.

So you followed beside him, keeping up with his light conversation as best you could. Though you still couldn’t quite render what was going on.

He’d asked you about your favourite bands, your favourite animals, what you liked to do on an evening. He moved onto deeper things, your opinions on the latest news events, whether you believed in ghosts, what you thought of conspiracy theories.

And though you were nervous, it didn’t feel wrong. Or worrying. Or unnatural. Eventually words began to flow from your lips like they normally did. Perhaps you were even more honest than you usually were. Johnny didn’t judge. In fact he just told more embarrassing stories about himself. Like where he’d got some of his scars from, some of the people he’d met, and what being in the choir was truly like.

“Honestly, I don’t know what those jocks are making fun of choir kids for,” he explained, “choir-ing is hard. Not only does everyone gossip over one another, but the teachers berate you too. There’s no loyalty in the choir, it’s a basket of snakes, all armed with not one knife, but two! Only the most wary and sly stay alive.”

“So how do you keep yourself alive then?” you asked, genuinely unable to see this man as ‘sly’.

“Good question, my secret, you see, is—” He glanced up, away from your face, to spot that he’d reached his destination. “—going to have to wait.”

Before you could protest, he utilised those long legs of his and took off quite far ahead, up the mound central to the park, crowned by a giant bare maple tree. You followed him, head and feet working separately as your eyes stared at him, where he waited.

You could still remember the folklore of the maple tree, told to you by your best friend when you met them under it. Fate made it so that if you kissed beneath it, your love would remain eternal. It was a bunch of crap really, because so many couples had kissed beneath its branches and broke up within weeks. You and your best friend had laughed about it numerous times before, hearing their sickly vows from where you sat in the summer a tree away, before making bets on how long they would—

Oh.

Your feet brought you to a standstill right in front of the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“I’m sorry for dragging you a little further from your dorm,” he said, smiling sweetly and apologetically, “but I had an idea and I couldn’t let it go to waste.”

You noticed his hand, pointing upwards, above both him and you.

Your joints were heavy, out of shock and also the sheer will of wanting this to not be a dream.

There, above your head, was a sprig of mistletoe, tied to the branch and fluttering in the wind.

“I know we haven’t spoken much, but I’ve been so intrigued by you for the past year, and I know you have too,” he began, his words instantly bringing your focus back to him.

You pushed yourself to meet his stare. As much as it made you feel vulnerable, it felt so good to finally take them in at close proximity, to have them to yourself, to have him to yourself alone.

To you surprise, it was Johnny that looked away first, gaze looping to the grass, mottled with snow, as he continued, “And since I didn’t know how to move things forwards exactly, I decided that this would... well,” he looked back up, eyes glimmering with a smile at the corners, even if his lips did not follow, “it would at least be memorable, all cinematic, even if it didn’t...”

You stepped forwards, cold-blemished hands slowly edging up to his face.

Cupping his cheek, you flinched at how icy the skin you found there was, only to replace your hand with much more certainty after. His hand came up to hold yours, to press your palm into his skin.

It felt slightly rough, with some craft he no doubt could teach you. They were warm, strong, welcoming. You wanted to just, hold them. Between your fingers, against your cheek, to your heart.

You couldn’t manage to stare into his eyes any longer, the passion in his stare was too much to handle, and so you reverted to taking in the lines and shadows of his face. You didn’t expect anyone this beautiful to even exist on earth and yet here a person was, with his soft skin and sculpted jaw and those inviting lips...

Shifting your hand out from his, you pulled it away, and instead to where you could feel his breath, cool and clouded upon your skin.

You pressed a single finger against the cushion of his bottom lip, running the pad across the etches, just as you’d dreamt of doing for so long.

His hand came to meet yours once again, but instead held it still at his lips. And there he pressed a kiss into your fingerprint.

“May I kiss you properly?”

You almost choked on your own heart at his words.

“Yes,” you whispered, standing as high as you could reach, your arms snaking around his neck to mirror his own actions, his hands dropping and holding you close by the waist.

Your lips met and it was nothing like you’d imagined. It was so much more than that.

They were so much warmer, so much more sweet and delectable than you could have ever guessed. Ambrosian. You were in heaven by his touches alone, secure and protected from the cold and cruelty of the rest of the world, even if only for a moment. How could you have lived without this the whole of your life?

His hair was smooth to touch, as you wrung some tresses between your fingers, soaking up as much of him as you could.

He didn’t pull away until you did. And you only did so because you had lost all of your air.

You breathed heavily as you shivered in his arms, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Kiss me again?” you pleaded, voice barely anything more than the breeze.

He opened his eyes, fingers reaching up and stroking your hair away from your face. “Gladly.”

How many nations had you saved?

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AN: Edited, and I honestly don’t understand how I expected you guys to understand some parts lol It’s legible now tho!

With some extra tidbits too yeee ....!

Hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

Edited: 16th December 2019

Re-edited: part way through 3rd February 2020

#johnny #johnny x reader #johnny reader #johnny reader insert #johnny seo #johnny nct #johnny oneshot #johnny christmas #nct johnny christmas #johnny seo oneshot #johnny suh #nct christmas #nct mistletoe #johnny x reader oneshot #idk what to call this

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sionnables · 4 years

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So…

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist, you guys.

Let me explain something first: the Broadway musical First Date is my SHOW. I mean, it’s NOT-- I had no part in the creation or performance of it, obviously. But it’s “mine” in the way that people tend to take possession of things they like, you know?

“That’s my song!”

“That’s my precious fictional baby!”

Or, I guess, like that weird thing sports fans do when they insert themselves into their favorite team, like, “we need to box out the endzone and get some points on the board” or whatever.

First Date is mine not only because I loved it, but because it felt like the creators reached into my heart, plucked out all my experiences and emotions, and put them up on stage. I mean, it went to TATTOO LEVELS, so you know it’s both serious and a little ridiculous.

Six years later, I still fucking love that show.

(The intensity has gone down a bit, but that’s probably the best for everyone.)

So when I happened to find out that the book writer of First Date was the creator/writer of Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist AND it was a musical, I obviously wanted to check it out. It was delayed slightly by a deep-dive into a Schitt’s Creek hyper-fixation (David and Patrick can have my entire heart and, like, overall existence), but I finally started watching a few days ago.

And it is delightfully First-Date-y.

It’s also a really good “I can’t handle anything too sad or heavy right now due to reality” option. There’s some romantic angst and family tragedy thrown in, but it’s not like This Is Us: The Musical or anything (thank christ-- seriously, how does anyone watch that show? It’s Ugly Cry Central over there).

I’m not going to do the plot summary thing because Google exists. But here’s the thing: yes, there are multiple tropes here that have been done to death (*cough*lovetriangle*cough*), but you know what? The show is cute, the cast is really talented, and the writing’s pretty effing funny. I don’t need groundbreaking television to be entertained. And I’m a sucker for “nice comedy” nowadays, you know? Like, I could never get into Glee because the characters were HORRIBLE to each other. I can’t do a show full of selfish, mean people, it just doesn’t work for me. Give me a well-written ensemble comedy where everyone messes up but they’re ultimately trying their best and growing, and I’m pretty much in.

That all being said, here’s what I need to discuss (spoilers ahead, obviously):

1) Zoey’s definitely got that whole Zooey-Deschanel-adorkable thing going on, but you have to appreciate a show that is like, “STEM Women FTW!” because we need that. Also, maybe it’s Fellow Millennial Empathy, but I appreciate that she has no idea what she’s doing and is still trying so hard to be a functioning and successful adult, WHILE dealing with family tragedy, AND sudden musical powers, AND being a woman in charge of a department full of men (girl, been there done that), AND confusing mushy feelings. It helps that Jane Levy is so talented that I was convinced she was British (she is not).

2) Mo. Is. Everything. More representation of gender-fluidity is wonderful to see, for one thing. But he’s also the smartest character on the show, as well as the most well-balanced and emotionally mature. And his VOICE, okay? I love that it seems like Mo is going to sort of be Zoey’s guide through all of this, and I’m looking forward to seeing their friendship grow.

3) Simon is a gorgeous, gorgeous man. If he was at ALL single, I’d be like, “Zoey, hit that IMMEDIATELY”. But I don’t love the direction that their relationship is going (HE IS ENGAGED, FFS) OR the whole Jessica vs. Zoey thing they’re pulling. I’m willing to give the first part a pass because both of them are grieving and emotional instability can definitely equal bad decisions (we may not like it, but you can’t say it’s unrealistic). But that second part? Simon is way more to blame than Zoey. No more girls hating on girls, okay? Like, I don’t want Jessica and Zoey to necessarily become besties (that whole “it’s always about your dad” comment was way too awful for me to like her THAT much), but you know what I mean. The longer this goes on, the less I like Simon. And it’s such a BUMMER, because I feel like Zoey and Simon could really use each other, platonically.

4) Speaking of not liking people, Zoey’s brother is a dick. Not ONLY because of the shit he pulled with going out to bars instead of being with his PREGNANT WIFE/STRUGGLING MOTHER, but that whole thing about him having to “convince” his wife to have kids when she didn’t want them? YUCK. He’s the one character I do not like at ALL and I hope that Emily leaves him and ends up an awesome single mom with a hot boyfriend. I’m glad Zoey told her what was up. GOOD. WHAT A JERK.

5) Zoey’s mom is amazing and deserves the world. That is all.

6) Full disclosure: I am 100% Team Max. But within that 100%, I’m 50% Zoey Is Clearly Not Ready To Date Him Or Even Process Her Feelings About Him Right Now So He Needs To Just Be Her Friend and 50% Zoey Is Clearly Terrified Of Feelings And Max Might Need To Push Her a Little To Get Her To Get Past That. This is coming from a place of experience, because I was once terrified of feelings and commitment and basically my husband is only my husband because he chose to ignore the many, many times I tried to break up with him and was very persistent with me. Please note that this DOES NOT MEAN that Max needs to be all pissy about “friendzoning” and/or pushing TOO hard, TOO quickly. Which he’s sort of toe-ing the line with, at the moment. I don’t think that Zoey ever really gave him the impression that she was interested in him romantically before the whole “flash mob” debacle (I cringed when Mo said that touching his shoulder and having him come over to watch a movie was leading him on, because please don’t do that, writers, Mo is too smart and progressive for that BS), and the flash mob itself was a really weird, out-of-character move (at least thus far) for him. Look, I get the whole “omg, Max can hear her/no wait, there’s real singing” thing was an unexpected twist, but I’m not a fan of twists over characterization. Max knows Zoey, and I think he’d know that declaring feelings in public while making her the center of attention would not be her thing (but I find public proposals super cringe-y, so maybe that’s just me). I’m sort of not happy with that. What I DO think is appropriate is him asking for some time/space after she asks to just be his friend-- I count that as being respectful of her decision and needing some breathing room to disconnect his romantic feelings towards her. I also don’t blame him for being upset that she knew his feelings way beforehand and didn’t say anything, or for being upset after seeing her sing to Simon. The singing thing is not Zoey’s fault at ALL, but that is some serious emotional whiplash! Nevertheless, I hope these two are endgame and don’t hurt each other too much in the process. That boy will do ANYTHING for her, and I kind of love him for it. Please don’t turn him into a “Nice Guy”! Also, can we all agree that he outsang EVERY SINGLE ONE of the Jonas Brothers with “Sucker”? Goddamn!

7) Tobin is so stupid, but WOW is that character a brilliant representation of every single, straight, young, insecure, emotion-denying, Reddit-using, product of toxic masculinity gamer boy that you’ve ever met in your life. Holy SHIT. They’re nailing it with him. He is 100% the guy that yells a “make me a sandwich” joke in front of his friends and then goes home and cries about not having a girlfriend. I have met 10,000 versions of Tobin in my life and he CRACKS ME UP. Bless him.

8) Leif is Draco Malfoy and I hope that Joan is using him for sex and then ditches him in a humiliating fashion. IF THEY MAKE HER FALL FOR HIM I SWEAR TO GOD. She’s too smart for that. I want Joan and Mo to take over the world together.

9) I don’t want to talk about Zoey’s dad. HE’S FINE. EVERYTHING’S FINE. HE’S TOTALLY GOING TO GET BETTER. THIS IS A HAPPY SHOW.

Okay, I think I got all of my thoughts and feelings out. Until next week, at least.

#zoeys extraordinary playlist #zoeysplaylist #ZEP #this is too long #i apologize #but i mean #we're all stuck at home so at least it wastes some time #mention of a broadway show that i will not tag because reasons

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soranihimawari · 4 years

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Tell me you love me

Tell me You love Me

taglist: @kaidasen, ⛅️anon ( @tkags’ anon fam), @oikawalovely

Notes: The last part of the 3-part fic with Oikawa and Seiun. There are some minor spoilers in the brief epilogue. This is my first time for writing for any of the Seijoh squad, so I apologize if Oikawa is written in a different light. He’s a dude in like (?) with someone. He’s bound to be a little more soft. A little. Iwazumi returns and we meet Michiru, Seiun’s bff.

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About another 3 weeks of physical therapy had gone by. I did go out on a total of four “proper” dates with Oikawa (all of which were fun adventures on both his side of town and mine), so it seemed like things between us were going great. He, of course, finished his therapy within the next month or so (his knee was well enough the doctors cleared him to play again, leaving me behind to finish my exercises for an additional 4 month period).

On his last day in the office, we were paired again prompting him to ask me to come visit one of his team practices over the weekend. I agreed and since that practice I sat in on, I realized how truly gifted he was as a player. Of course, me visiting his campus did not stop his fans from constantly surrounding Oikawa with praises. His fellow teammates, Iwazumi and Mattsukawa joined me on the second row of bleachers.

“He really is popular, holy crap,” I said in a nonchalant manner. “Are your practices always this crowded?”

“Yeah, but it’s mostly because of Shittykawa’s fans,” Iwazumi replied. Mattsukawa bopped his head in agreement.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, why the nickname?” I said.

“Have you seen how his ego inflates after every cookie bag has been gifted to him?” Iwazumi answered when another underclassman presented Oikawa with home made ones. Oikawa accepted the treats with a cute smile when the student asked for a photo with him holding it.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, Iwazumi-kun,” I said, my lips pressed into a neutral look of amusement. “What about you, Mattsukawa? Any other stories I should know about your star setter over there?”

“Hmm,” Mattsukawa and Iwazumi had similar heights, but their thinking faces were different. “His last girlfriend broke up with him around the same time his injury occurred for being too focused on volleyball.”

“Now that,” I began as I stood up on my own (I left my crutches behind since my doctor and physical therapist noticed how much I had improved with walking with my brace). “I could see. She is a fool though.”

“Huh?” their eyes were wide with surprise. Iwazumi’s voice was perplexed by my statement.

“Oikawa is dedicated to the sport he loves, she should have at least respected someone who chases their dreams.”

“That might be the smartest thing you said about him,” Iwazumi said, he had this soft shine to him from the gym lights while we both watched as Mattsukawa rejoined the others who were still trying to shoo away Oikawa’s fans.

“Don’t tell him I said that, Iwa,” I whispered to him. “It might prompt him to ask me to be his girlfriend, haha.”

“I thought you were already his girlfriend? Besides, your secret dies with me, Seiun-chan.”

Oikawa jogged toward us after the last of his fans slipped through the gym doors. Iwazumi patted my shoulder before returning to his side of the court. The boys exchanged a glance and a nod after Iwazumi said something to OIkawa soft enough that I couldn’t quite catch it.

“Hey there,” I greeted with a small wave. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were popular. Oh wow! Are those chocolate chip cookies?”

“Mmhm. One of those girls made them for me as a get well soon gift,” OIkawa said handing me one.

“Thanks.” I accepted the cookie and sat back down on the bleacher. I began to munch on the sweet.

“You can hold the bag if you get hungry. We got one more set to play against each other, then I’ll walk you home, ok?”

“Alright. Go get ‘em tiger.”

On the walk home, Oikawa mentioned about spending some time at the boardwalk in a neighboring town. Apparently, he was given the weekend off from practice since his coaches and team thought it be best for him not to over work himself again. We arrived at our mutual fork in the road: the medical arts building came into sight not too long after we had left his campus grounds.

“Are you asking me to be your date this weekend because it’s your birthday or if you want me to be your girlfriend?” I mused.

“You wound me Juni-chan. I thought I was your boyfriend this entire time?” he said in an equal tone, causing me to stop in my tracks. His statement made my cheeks feel all warm.

“W-what?”

“I thought I was your boyfriend the entire time..?”

Oikawa reached out to me and pulled me into a hug, His body was still warm from practice, his heart beat nervously steady for someone who just admitted how he viewed himself toward me. He rested his chin atop my head when I hugged him back.

“I’d like to think after our first date at the park, I knew I wanted to keep seeing you,” he told me. I felt him kiss the crown of my head. “I didn’t care if we went to different schools and had different focuses. You were there with me in physical therapy for an hour and a half and you didn’t make fun of me once.”

Does he always speak like this, I wondered. I didn’t know he felt that way at all, I mean, sure, Oikawa was many things to the outside world: talented setter, brilliant strategist, a pro in the making, role-model, etc., but to me, he’s still on the mend.

“Must be nice to know we view each other the same, hon,” I said shuffling out of his hug. “Take out your phone, OIkawa. You might need physical proof for your fans that you’re taken.”

The boy raised an eyebrow at me before changing his phone’s camera to self-cam mode. I grabbed his unzipped jacket by the collar and pulled him toward me. With my eyes closed, I pursed my lips and when I felt his lips crash into mine, I heard the snapshot being taken. Although this kiss was chaste and short-lived, the look of shock OIkawa wore was the most adorable thing I witnessed. I let go of his jacket and smoothed it out for him.

“Let me see how we look,” I said, taking his phone away from his hand. The photo was cute, albeit a tad blurry, but anyone of his mutual followers on social media could tell there was another girlfriend on the horizon. “We look great enough to share this on your social media page. What do you think Oikawa?”

Instead of answering me, Oikawa wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into another kiss. His lips tasted slightly of chocolate chip cookies, but I raised my arms around his neck. I still had his phone, but I don’t think he cared. This kiss was a promise of realness, of accepting each other as we are. When we broke apart this time, I slipped his phone back into his track jacket pocket. It looked as though he didn’t want to go yet, so I nodded over his shoulder because the street lamps started to flicker on.

“I don’t want to leave yet,” he whispered against my lips. His hand cupped my face, his calloused thumb rubbed my higher cheekbone. I leaned into his touch to glance up at him.

“Good night, Tooru. I’ll see you at the Sendai City train terminal on Saturday.”

***

Since the day Oikawa posted the photo of our first kiss, every one of his social media followers were curious about the photos he shared with me in them. My best friend, Michiru, confronted me about it. I told her his social media accounts were run by him and he has the right to alert his fans that he was happily taken. As he gained praises for snagging a lucky girl like me, I also noticed that my followers were on the rise on Instagram. A few of our date photos wound up on my story where as his were snapshots of me and him having fun. Some of his captions were inside jokes, but mine were clever: there was a photo of me and him at my arts festival on my campus I shared with the caption “Love is simply like a kiss: one can’t do this alone. Seriously though, he’s gorgeous. Why are you so handsome??? #boyfie #dates #hokuhighschool #festivalofarts2kxx”

On the other hand, Oikawa was careful with the ones we took at the pier this weekend. I held his hand and he snapped a photo when I led him down the food tents of the night market there. Although my back faced the camera, my hair cascaded down my back, but my leggings, dark knee length skirt, and loose fitting sweater were not enough to identify me (until one of his teammates outed me via tagging my @ in the comments). My knee brace outline was still seen poking through the bottom half of the snapshot. Regardless, his caption was smooth as hell: “Wherever she leads me, I will follow. She makes my heart do the doki-doki thing with her enthusiam for the night life. Happy birthday to me. I love you. #girlfriend #datenight #boardwalkdates #bestbirthdayever”

By the time midterms came around, I had gone to several of Aoba Johsai’s games, including their rematch with Karasuno. I was supportive as ever considering this loss would be the last game they can play together. I received a text from Iwazumi mentioning that his friend might need me to walk home with them later. When I met the guys at their home gym, I watched as each of them burst into tears. The sight made me feel a bit bitter as well, but I remained quiet when Oikawa yelled, “Thank you for the last three years!” to which I applauded with a grin. His teammates looked at me, especially the second years who had come around to calling me “Jun-senpai.”

“Jun-senpai!” they greeted in between sniffles. They group hugged me as I showered them with praises of them playing well. The boys let go of me when they saw their captain walk up to me, causing them to disperse.

“You guys too,” I nodded toward the other third years still cleaning up the gym. “I’m still proud to cheer for your side any time.” I smiled at him when I reached up to brush his tears away.

“I’m proud of you too Tooru,” I said, kissing his cheek. “Go clean up. I’ll buy you dinner this time on the way to your place. We’re still on for watching Ancient Aliens, ok?”

“God, I love you,” he said aloud. His teammates made mocking kissing noises to annoy him since the time for tears has passed. I chuckled.

“I love you too, go on Oikawa. The faster you wrap up, the sooner we can have our sleepover.”

Later on that evening, Oikawa’s tv played nothing else but background noise. He raised the volume just a little bit while pressing open kisses all over my face and neck. I gasped the first time he hoisted me up in a extended liplocked embrace once he closed the door to his room. My knee brace was placed on the side of his bed near his computer. His kisses gained momentum as each one garnered a soft moan to escape my body. His lips packed a punch every time he gently bit a piece of my exposed flesh.

“S-slow down,” I whispered with a taunting smile when he placed me in a straddling position at the edge of his bed. I had emerged from a bubble bath with him where he gave me another powerful insight to the kind of physical lover he really was. “We just cleaned up. You want to go another round so soon Tooru?” I was wearing one of his old alien screen print cotton t-shirts with my bra and underwear on underneath.

“You’re,” a kiss landed on my temple, “so,” another one down my jawline, “fucking,” one more under my chin, “gorgeous.” the last one was behind my ear. I threw my head back in glee, my hands toussled his dark hair. The dark room was illuminated by the light coming off his sepia toned monitor. When I began my return assault of kisses toward him, I let my hands traverse under his shirt. I needed more of whatever this was; I liked it when Oikawa was possessive over me. I liked the way I pulled incoherent praises from him. I began to raise his shirt until he was annoyed with the damn thing and he tossed it to the ground. He bit my lip to challenge me in doing the same actions he gave me not to long ago. A kiss for every word? I thought. You’re on.

“Tooru,” I whispered as I kissed his lips softly, “you,” my lips peppered his jawline, “are,” I scratched his chest which caused him to whimper, “thoroughly,” I landed another opened mouthed kiss on his mid neckline, “fucked.” With the last word being said, Oikawa firmly gripped my lovehandles and pulled me down along with him on his bed. I landed on top of him as he continued to deepen our fun. His reply though had me laughing into our second round of sex that night:

“Not yet starlight,” he said as his hands pulled one of his shirts I was wearing over my head exposing me to him a second time. “I’m going to leave you satisfied every chance I get from now on.”

“Make me a believer then,” I said before he rolled me over and I pulled the blanket over us one more time allowing our carnal desires to be fulfilled as much as they can be.

The sound of the alarm clock the following morning was not amusing to either of us. I silenced mine when I realized I fell asleep with just my bra and underpants back on while my hair strewn was over Oikawa’s chest. He was sound asleep, looking as peaceful as ever, but our hands were still linked under the duvet. I played the events from the night before over my head. Thinking about how many times he surpassed my expectations saying my name over and over again in nothing but sweet fever caused me to realize how greedy his kind of love is. It’s just as relentless as he is.

“Too~ru...” I said softly. His pout formed on his face in such a childish manner I found it funny. I caressed his left side of his face with my nose. “Come on, we have to wake up or else you’re going to make me walk all the way home alone.”

“Mmmkay,” he replied groggily. “Morning pretty girl.” He raised my hand he held to his lips. Soon thereafter, he and I slowly began getting dressed, trying to hide all the lovebites left behind, but we didn’t care who saw. We were young adults who also learned that sex didn’t really change much in our budding relationship because we knew that we clicked both in and out of a shared bed.

I texted Michiru who asked how sleeping with Oikawa went. She and I were not really prudes due to our various dating habits, so I was perplexed by her question:

From:

(▰˘◡˘▰)Michi-chan(▰˘◡˘▰)

14:33

How may rounds and how many times did he hear you?

To:

(▰˘◡˘▰)Michi-chan(▰˘◡˘▰)

14:44

4 rounds; 5 times.

From:

(▰˘◡˘▰)Michi-chan(▰˘◡˘▰)

14:46

Holy shit woman. Oikawa’s a baddie & I been knew. Jesus Christ. O.O

***

Eventually, time moved on, so winter break began. Our friends (only the third year groups from my side and his) respectfully have met on several occasions and one night, after a kareoke group date in mid town, the volleyball players prompted their captain to stay behind while they took my friends out to eat some ramen down the street.

“An artist who likes heavy metal, who knew?” Oikawa teased. I arched a brow at him. I turned away from him for a moment to get the name of the ramen restaurant our friends were going to.

“It’s a great stress reliever, babe,” I said with a shrug. Oikawa wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He bent down and pressed a kiss to my temple.

“I know,” he released me from his arms, only to grab my hand to hold it instead. “C’mon, let’s go me--”

I squeezed his hand once as a warning before I firmly placed my lips on his. To say he was caught off guard (you’d think he’d get used to it by now, haha) was an understatement. I felt his free hand caress my cheek before he settled on grasping at a fist full of my hair. His lips pressed back on to mine with an acknowledging smirk. The kiss had been one of hundreds between us, but I thought I should make it a point to express how grateful I am we had these few minutes alone. He dropped his hand that was in my hair to my shoulder. His zip up hoodie with an alien print on it was draped over my outfit because I got cold earlier in the kareoke room we shared with our mutual friends. His turtleneck and slacks made for a sleek, sophisticated look compared to mine (white wide legged pants and swoop neck ruby blouse with a blazer). Suffice to say now everyone who supported our relationship really liked how well we were photographed together. Michiru was surprised when she began reading all the comments on my Instagram pages saying he was lucky to have such a gorgeous lady by his side.

“What was that for?” Oikawa asked in a dreamlike haze. There was some mischievous wonder in his eyes. I let go of his hand and took a step back. Oh shit. What if he’s going to tell me he’s going to leave the country after graduation? Of course I’d follow him. This love we share has to be stronger than distance, right? Why does he always look so vulnerable after I kiss him? Oh crap red alert! Red alert! My thoughts were running a mile a minute.

“Do I really need a reason to kiss you other than the fact I like your company?”

“Not really,” he responded. How was this young man overtly confident on the court, but somewhat coy around me? This time he tilted my face upward to study my face in the neon light. His breath tickled against my lips as it often does after we shared a tender moment. “I like you too. Close your eyes. I’m going to kiss you again, ok?”

I nodded in compliance. The feather like brush of Oikawa’s lips against mine were careful, but lacked patience. Each one applied more pressure, igniting a hunger he wanted to satisfy after that; the third one was just as delicate, but long enough for me to inhale his cologne, the mint of the candy served at the kareoke club, and the soft lavender scent of his laundry detergent. I moved my hands to cup his face to deepen our kiss. He bit my bottom lip playfully and when I opened my mouth, I traced every crevice with my tongue. Every now and again, I tilted my head whichever way he nudged my hair. The only time we paused was when we needed some air. It was then Oikawa pulled away to rest his head against mine.

“Tell me you want this to continue after graduation as much as I do,” I asked keeping my eyes closed. As I opened them slowly, I noticed a few of his bangs tickled my face, so I brushed the stray strands away from his face.

“You know I do,” he said in a soft tone. “You’re all I want. I’m going to love you the way a strong girl deserves to be loved,” He kissed my forehead before mentioning we ought to meet at the ramen shop before our friends wondered where we disappeared off to.

As we arrived, Oikawa gave a nod toward our friends. He draped his arm around my waist away from my friends’ curious eyes at the table after we placed our order which caused me to break away from the conversation for a little bit.

“So, Oikawa-san. When did you start falling for our Juni-chan?”Michiru asked taking a sip of her tea. Oikawa coughed, yet quickly regained composure while switching to clear his throat. He squeezed my side gently when I raised my cup of tea causing me to shoot him a teasing glare. I looked back at Michiru and our other two friends, Chihiro and Kosmus (named after a cosmic flower) who were eager to hear his answer.

“It had to have been the day he first saw her struggling with her new brace,” Iwazumi answered pushing his best friend a glass of water toward our side of the table. “That’s what he told me at practice the next day. Called her a chaotic beauty who has the mouth of a sailor.”

My friends busted out laughing because of course they knew I learned how to curse from watching a lot of Western films. The day I cursed my new brace was a few days prior to seeing that I wasn’t alone in the physical therapy office.

“It hurt to stand, bend properly, and I fell down so many times, so of course I was going to curse up a storm. Seriously Oikawa?” I elbowed him playfuly. “That was the day you started to like me?”

“What can I say? You made the time go by faster,” Oikawa said. This caused his friends to laugh as well. I rolled my eyes. My scar had healed and my leg, although a bit sore from time to time, was back to almost 100%. I had reduced my follow up therapy sessions to once (or twice) every month, but all appointments were cancelled when the last two weeks of the year rolled around.

After we ate and bid the restaurant owners good night, we decided it was time to call it a night. Oikawa offered to walk me home. Mentioning something about if I get abducted by aliens, he’d have proof to break into area-51 to rescue me. He made me believe in other life outside of this planet, although I knew it would be several life times from our own before contact would be made. I never once made fun of his hobby even after we held a watch party for the X-Files when he had invitationals at the local universities.

Before we knew it, we were outside of my grandmother’s house. I took off his hoodie, attempting to hand it to him, but he simply refused.

“I think my girlfriend should keep it,” his voice was sincere. “C’mon, get inside before you catch a cold.”

Oikawa kissed my cheek before whispering something in my ear which caused my brain to burn my cheeks with a rose tint. I buried my face in his jacket and walked inside my granny’s house.

“Your boyfriend can come inside y’know Jun-chan,” she mentioned as she saw me untie my boots.

“I know, but right now, I have to go pack my backpack in my room. Good night grandma.”

I stood in front of my mirror hanging behind my door and slipped his hoodie on again. I took a selfie with the hood covering my eyes, making a hand gesture I learned from a sign interpreter: “this is how westerners sign ‘i love you.’”

I sent the image to Oikawa who’s only reply was, “You’re perfect. G’night starlight. Peace, love, and aliens?”

***

I received a call a month after graduation from OIkawa asking me to meet him outside my grandmother’s house. I had told him I had been accepted into a university with a strong focus on photography and fine arts in Tokyo. To say he was proud of me was an understatement. He splurged on a bouquet and card for me whereas I got him a balloon and one of his favorite photos of us framed. We exchanged gifts on our respective last days of school, but that was last week.

I walked outside the front door and stood on the last step of my grandmother’s porch area. Oikawa’s brows furrowed in worry.

“You wanted to talk? Is everything ok?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“I-I’m moving,” he told me. He couldn’t look me in the eye when I let out a gasp in surprise. “I want to grow with the sport I love, but I don’t want to leave you behind either.”

“I see,” I said. I stepped down toward the sidewalk to reach up to cup his face to force him to meet my eyes. “Tooru, look at me, C’mon. Meet me halfway. There you go.”

His lips were quivering like a guilty child who was about to be scolded for eating the last cookies right before dinnertime.

“I’ll meet you every time I have a long break from university, ok? You can facetime or video chat with me every day you miss me, just don’t look this defeated. You’re going places. I said I’d be there to support you no matter what, so don’t leave here without thinking breaking up with me is a good idea because it’s not.”

I gave him a peck on the bridge of his nose. My hands dropped to my side afterward.

“Where do think of going?” I inquired.

“Argentina,” he answered. His voice seemed to gain more confidence knowing that I had presented a plan to him he could deal with. “I heard that sand on the courts there were really soft there.”

I let out a low whistle. “I wondered where you heard that from. So, Argentina, huh? Alright then. It’s settled.”

“What is?”

“I’ll meet you there during the first spring break I have, Oikawa.”

Oikawa picked me up into a hug and spun me around. I laughed as he spun me around a second time, but before he put me back on the ground, he mentioned he’d do his best to visit me too.

The next six weeks fluttered by. I was already settled in my dorm, but I chose to skip class the day Oikawa was flying out. He and Iwazumi were on the same connecting flight after making landfall in the U.S. Iwazumi left first, hugging the two of us.

“I’m going to miss your shit eating grin,” I said, punching his arm gently. “And mainly our monster movie marathons. I needed a break from all those alien docu-series, haha.”

“I’m going to not miss telling Trashykawa to take better care of you,” Iwazumi replied. “Y’know I told him to quit screwing around and ask you to be his girlfriend during our third year, so really you should be thanking my sweet advice, Juni.”

Iwazumi bent down to hug me, when I gave him a shocked expression.

“Eh?!” I exclaimed. “Seriously?” I looked at Oikawa who merely shrugged as a reply.

“Yeah, yeah, she knows, dumbass,” Oikawa said shaking his head. “I’ll see you in LAX. Go on, Iwa-chan. Chase your dream.”

“You too. See you in a couple of hours.”

With that final good bye a fist bump later, Iwazumi had disappeared out of our line of sight. I led Oikawa to sit down by a large window. I imagined he replayed memories in his head we made over the course of our relationship. Sure, we had a few minor arguments, but mostly it was because I wasn’t truly believing half of what his experts were saying on tv about aliens and the same goes for him not believing in urban monster myths. Those fights were petty, but entertaining. Even if he did forget about date, which happened only twice, he made up for it by blowing those outings out of the water: a blanket fort picnic when I had a cold & another date to the planetarium when they had an exhibit on Saturn (my favorite planet in our side of the galaxy). Currently, I was humming the song that played on the radio while Oikawa held my hand up until his flight number was called over the intercom.

“I don’t want to leave yet,” he whined as he buried his head against the side of my neck. His breath tickled my neck before he pressed a kiss there.

“But if you don’t, you won’t be able to evolve into the best player you can be,” I whispered back as I ran my hands through his pillow soft hair. “Tooru, I’ll still cheer for you thousands of miles away, you know. Just don’t aggravate your injury Mr. Hit It Until It Breaks. Come on.”

The nickname I bestowed upon him caused him to straighten his back up; a smirk was drawn across his face when we stood up. His glasses were hanging off his collar. He picked up my other hand and pressed both of them against his lips. I felt the tears glazing over my eyes. Sure, I was saying good bye to my boyfriend for the last year and a half, but he didn’t need to see me cry right now. Crying was for later, I reminded myself. When we see each other again over the following breaks I had coming up in my (university’s) academic curriculum.

“Here,” Oikawa said handing me a small box with a note attached to it from his carry-on luggage. “Read this when you get home. I’m sorry I’m leaving several months before we can celebrate our second anniversary, so this is for you. I’ll call you when I land.” With that, he kissed my cheek one more time before disappearing past the sea of other travelers that final day of spring. I giggled, telling him it was alright. I texted him shortly thereafter: More than likely, I’ll be there in Argentina to celebrate the holidays with you, so you can make up missing the two year mark to me. With love and luck, Juni

An hour later, on the train ride home, I opened the envelope he gave me in the common area of the airport before he boarded his flight. His handwriting was so much more legible than mine (although I am left handed, my kanji still smudged every time I chose the wrong pen to use in class).

To my starlight: thank you for sharing the last year and a half with me. We’ve come a long way from coke floats and milk bread. Thank you for supporting me as much as I have supported you. You make me feel invincible every time I heard you cheer for me; I’m going to miss you, you know. You showered me with nothing but enduring love and respect for my love of the game. You have no idea how much your encouragement means to me and for that I am grateful. Oh! You must be wondering about the box, right? I wanted you to wear this because it’s a tangible reminder that you own this heart of mine (also to remind you to come visit me, I’m kidding! Please don’t sass me about it because you said you would!) I look forward to your first month free from university. xo-Tooru

I propped open the box which made a gentle click. I saw the stacking sterling silver rings with an arrow in the middle. I slid the rings over my fingers with a gentle smile.

“Damn his endearing gesture,” I said in a low tone. I took a self-cam photo of my hand over my mouth with my eyes closed when I arrived back to my dorm and posted it on my page, captioning it as follows: You’re one of a kind. Be safe out there in Argentina. Por favor, mi amor, come una bola de fraile por mi. I’ll see you in a few months. #hesakeeper #oikawasgf #gpoy #tangiblepromise #arrowrings

Afterward:

The tensions were high in the stadium. Cheers for both teams filled the arena I currently found myself in. The score was deuce in the final set. Oikawa asked me multiple times since my last visit to move permanently with him back to my home country. Argetina was always as beautiful as ever with enough talent to match the blossoming professional careers of his volleyball peers. This often led me to catch Oikawa up to speed with the latest news of the whereabouts of his disciple, Kageyama, as well as what career paths his fellow alumni chose while I was finishing my last accelerated course in Photography-fine arts degree. In return Oikawa told me of the many times Iwazumi called him lucky to have someone who loved him as much as he did playing a sport you knew would take up a majority of his life.

Over the last phone calls I had with Iwazumi, he also reminded me of how whipped I am for his friend up to the point he was helping me choose winter outfits for the southern hemisphere. Although it was summer here in the northern side of the globe, the winter chill had come to South America a little early. My tablet sat on my bed when I opened my closet. At this time, I had moved in to an apartment off campus with the money I earned from taking up a paid internship at a local fashion house not too far from the photo lab I use at my school.

The week before I flew out to Argentina again, Iwazumi Facetimed me from UCLA. Oikawa and I have been on good terms since the day he left Japan. The conversations on the phone were brief, but the text chains we exchanged were long. Michiru from time to time called me during her own apprenticeship in Hokkaido (the restaurant business was what she wanted to focus on after high school ended for us). Going back to Oikawa, we agreed early on that whenever we had enough money set aside for travel, we’d take turns visiting each other. This visit though, was my turn. I was in the middle of packing my suitcase when I received Iwa’s call:

“I don’t understand why you persist on surprising him this time. The last time you did, he wouldn’t shut up to me about it for a fucking week. Please tell me you’ve at least slept with him that time.”

“Are you that desperate for attention you need to hear about me and your best friend’s sex lives?” I teased, laughing as soon as he realized he made that comment aloud. “And the answer is yes, obviously. The first time was a few days after you guys lost to Karasuno. But that’s neither here or there, if you want details of this latest naughty adventure, don’t ask me. That’s on you and your best friend to discuss when I’m not talking to him. I’m not one to fuck and tell, Hajime.”

“Yeah, I know,” i felt his eye roll coming while I zipped up my suit case.

“Juni, you need to take care of him when you get there. Remind him not to over do it.”

“I’ll take care of your best friend the best way I know how,” I continued, turning to face my tablet. “You know I always do.” I stuck out my hand adorned with the rings Oikawa gifted me on the day he flew out. Iwazumi let it slip that he was the one who planted the idea in Oikawa’s head during a late night 2a.m. text where Oikawa mentioned he wanted to gift me something before he left to which Iwazumi replied with the concept of a promise ring. Who knew this practical friend was such a big softie who supported his best friend’s choice in women (me. I’m talking about me, Juni).

“You think surprising him in Argentina this time would be a good idea?”

My leg had healed back less than a month ago, leaving a cool scar on the inside of my calf down to my ankle. The first time Oikawa saw me without my brace, I freaked him out by sitting on a wheelchair and when he bent down to hug me, I stood up and walked toward him normally. He freaked out in the best way. (There were a lot of cheers, mostly from the hospital staff because only the docs who took care of me knew how much I had progressed)

“Of course it is. I e-mailed his coach I would be coming to visit after today’s game. They’re in a time out now, so I gotta go. We’ll see you in California for the new year. Later, Iwa-chan.”

I pushed my way to the front of the railings to view the court where his team was playing. The time in the sand courts really did alleviate his mended knee. It also made his plays a bit more tighter in terms of touch to set ratio reaction time. Choosing now during a time out to make my presence known, I raised my hands to my mouth and shouted:

“Oikawa Tooru!”

At the sound of his name being called, he spotted me with wide eyes. His toothy grin still looked as lovely as ever. “I flew half way across the world to see you play again! Don’t mess it up!”

“That’s your girlfriend, right?” his team mate asked, smiling up at me with a wave. “You better not let her down.” Oikawa nodded in excitement. He felt the electricity in the stadium come to a halt when every strategy was working in his favor; even his counters had improved. I guess the last time where we played a condensed version of “king of the court” (one on one) at the sand court near the shoreline really assisted in his ability to bring out the best of his teammates.

After the match (which his team had won after the last match), I ran down to the first floor to see him surrounded by reporters and photographers. He walked away mid-sentence to hug me, his lips always finding mine first before I could even process what was happening.

“You’re really here,” he whispered in my ear when he squeezed me into a tight embrace. The sound of the media pass holders taking his photos with me surrounded us. I nodded.

“I came to surprise my favorite superstar,” I teased. “Now, tell the world you love me.” My arms gripped his shoulders as if to challenge him.

Oikawa did not have to be told twice before he reached behind my neck and kissed me again before he answered any more questions.

The newscasters moved on to other members of his team, but the photographers stayed behind for a little bit. Long enough for one of them to snap more photos of us.

Special thanks to ⛅️ anon for tracking this work of mine, @tkags & to @vbcshenaningansnwritings for proof reading this on my behalf. Love ya

#oikawa tooru #haikyu!! drafts #physical therapy brought them together #long distance relationships take work #this was so cute to write omg #oikawa fluff #part 3 of 3 #⛅️anon is a colleague

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vlleneuve · 4 years

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thanks for tagging me, @lumiereswig!! this was a lot of fun

rules: answer the questions about your favorite ship (all time or current) then tag 10 people to do it too!

ship and fandom: batb, belle + adam

moments:

what were their first impressions of each other?

standing outside the cell maurice is imprisoned in, belle is like “oh shit what the fuck is THAT.” and the beast is like “oh man she’s gorgeous. better scare her away before she chooses to leave.”

a moment you think that both/one of them will remember forever about each other?

obviously, the easy answer is the moment the curse was broken, but who wouldn’t remember the day the love of your life saved you from eternal damnation? forgoing that, i think something that sticks out to her is the day he gave her the library. she had never been shown so much genuine kindness before, and it was at this moment she discovered that she had made her first real friend in life. she’ll always treasure all the memories that the library led to as well.

for adam, he remembers waking up after saving belle from the wolves to find that belle was still there, taking care of him. as he laid there, it hit him how much she was treating him like a normal man who deserved love and respect, and not just a hideous beast. it had been so long since he’d been treated that way, he’d almost forgotten what it was like.

a moment you think that both/one of them wishes hadn’t happened:

adam always wishes the curse had never happened. belle explains to him that of course, without the curse, they would never have met (”without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, be design or some exquisite happenstance ...here”), and he gets that. but he feels so desperately ashamed of how he acted, and wished that he had never made his staff suffer for ten years in a hopeless vacuum, day in and day out.

what is Their Moment for you?

the moment adam turns around after the curse is broken to look at belle. in that moment, every prayer he’s ever had has been answered. belle is his savior. and before her, is the love of her life, the man who just died in her arms. and now, she’s got a second chance with him, a real chance. the curse is broken. she doesn’t know what did it (not yet anyways, adam will tell her after a very heated make-out sesh), but she is so beyond grateful that he’s here, and alive. in that moment, they have the whole world ahead of them, and they’re so in love it hurts.

life questions:

marriage? if yes, who proposes?

yes!!!! neither of them propose to one another, because neither of them are very big on putting on a show (that’s lumiere’s thing). one day, they’re just laying in the library, reading much ado about nothing, and it’s the wedding scene at the very end of the story where everyone is happy and alive and all the problems have been resolved, and belle’s like “you know, i want to marry you” and adam’s like ‘YOU DO?!!” and she’s like “of course i would. do you think i somehow felt love strong enough to break a curse but didn’t love you enough to get married?” and he was like “oh my god. i want to marry you too. i want to tell everyone in the world that you’re my wife. oh my god. let’s get married tomorrow.” they do not, however, end up getting married tomorrow.

children?

oh god yes. especially because it would be filled with all sorts of hurt/comfort stuff where adam frets about being a dad because it’s such a big RESPONSIBILITY and his dad fucked it up so bad and belle is like. “no. you are the strongest, most compassionate person i’ve ever met. you will love your kid so much they’ll practically drown in it. they will have the best dad in the world.” and he feels anxious about it until he holds their kid for the first time and oh god belle was right, he does love this kid more than anything in the world, and he would do anything to keep them safe and happy and healthy. and suddenly, parenting doesn’t seem so much like a challenge as an adventure he can't WAIT to go on.

housing? where do they live together?

the castle!!! they stay in the west wing (except they make it less of an emo cave and more of a homey master suite). sometimes though, they sleep in the east wing, for Sexy Times.

pets? do they get a pet together?

they have lumiere, and that is more than enough

person a & b…

who would kill/remove the spider and who would leave it under a cup and leave the room?

adam would be sitting in the library reading and scream like a CHILD and belle would come running over from behind a bookshelf she was reorganizing (for fun) and be like “OH MY GOD WHAT’S WRONG” and adam doesn’t say anything he just sort of points and.... it’s a spider. belle SIGHS and walks over, looks her husband directly in the eye, and smashes it with her bare hand. adam nearly faints at the sight. he also wants belle to never touch him with that hand again. maybe she should just get it removed.

who sings all day long and who gets so used to it they don’t even hear it anymore?

belle is always SINGING and humming and just. living in her own little fairytale world. except, adam never gets used to it, because he absolutely worships the ground belle walks on. it comes as less of a surprise for sure, that someone who has gone through so much could be so lighthearted as to spend her time singing to herself, but he loves the sound of her voice (and he loves her, and anything to do with her), that whenever he hears her singing he makes sure to listen

who can cook a gourmet meal for two and who can maybe use the toaster?

belle is a CHEF. of course, she’s not as good at impressive dishes as cuisiner or mrs potts or lumiere. her talent isn't in the extravagance, but in taken whatever she’s given and making it taste great. it’s one of the perks of not growing up with a lot. adam, however, can’t cook to save his life, and is NOT allowed to use the toaster because he WILL set it on fire AGAIN and that’s not a risk anyone’s willing to take.

who wakes up before the sun rises and who would sleep in until 2pm if they didn’t have an alarm?

belle gets up early!! she rises with the sun. adam, however, would much rather stay in bed and sleep the day away. “but there’s so much you can do in a day, adam, why would you waste it?” “are you telling me that cuddling for a few hours is a waste? because i won’t stand for it.”

who is more affectionate/touchy?

adam, one THOUSAND percent. everyday that he gets to wake up in a world where belle is his wife and he gets to spend another whole day with her is like the curse being broken all over again. he wants to do everything with her and share everything with her. she’s the love of his life, his best friend, and the nicest, smartest, funniest, etc etc etc person he’s ever met and every time he looks at her he’s like WOW. this is the person who saved my life. how can he ever make it up to her. how can he ever show her how much he loves her. “belle did you know i’d do anything for you?” “yes, darling, i did” ‘okay because if you ever need anything, i would literally die for you” “you already did” “now hey there”

who wears the other’s hoodies/shirts?

belle wears all of his clothes. and i mean all. stuff from when he was a beast, shitty stuff from before the curse, the shirt he slept in last night. it all smells like him, and men’s stuff is so much comfier than women’s. adam really used to hate all the obnoxious stuff he wore when he was an asshole, but then one day he comes downstairs to meet belle for a morning walk and she’s wearing pants and a loose white shirt and one of his glamorous suit coats and the wind gets knocked out of his chest and he suddenly. does not hate it anymore. he actually likes it a lot. in a very bad way.

who said i love you first?

belle, duh. even though he was dying and it was his last chance to say it he STILL didn’t because he’s a COWARD. but belle would have said it first no matter the circumstances. to her, it’s a statement of fact, and it’s important that he knows the truth. she loves him, and that means he’s a part of who she is now. he needs to know that, obviously. adam would absolutely rather die than even run the risk of saying he loved her if she didn’t love him back.

i tag @greensearcher @prince-adams-japris @astudyinchocolate and anyone else who wants to do it! i tag any and all of you!

#ahhhh this was so fun!!!#also i got p inspired #catch me coming back to this post sometime in the future and using this as inspiration for oneshots #musings #otp: i love you #headcanons

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thecosmicsen · 4 years

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☏ i want another one >:)

send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours. + ALWAYS ACCEPTING // @shesin

📞 PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP . . . 7 PM. WANDERING AROUND THE STREETS.

“ well hello, is this world’s most talented, smartest, beautiful, sexiest, gorgeous demon ?? it’s your boy Jaewoo. I’m wondering how many voicemails you get per day. it must be like fifty per day, right ?? it must be full of desperate guys too . . . ahh well, too bad that you are all MINE now. but anyways, instead of sending you a voice note or something, I figured this could be a nice little surprise for you when you’re sorting through your voicemail garbage. I know I’m one of the many boys after you in your voicemail inbox thing but wow. I’m walking around right now and when I went past a bakery, I immediately thought of you and how much I want to bring you here to this cute little bakery next time with me. even though you would find the food bland, you would love the scent of this place baby. it smells of freshly whipped cream, strawberry sponge and so much cinnamon spice. we are going to eat all the extra cinnamon buns so you can get a real taste of something sweet !! it is making me so hungry but we need to come here. it’s so cosy, they got knitted cable blankets on their couches and all. we can snuggle up there. oh one second someone keeps messaging me—— oh wait it’s YOU babe. wait is this still recording, well is this recording even ?? oh my god you sent a picture too—— OH OKAY I’M ON MY WAY BACK HOME I WON’T BE LONGER THAN FORTY MINUTES !!!!! ”

📞 PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP . . . 12 AM. AT HOME WITH THE TWIN BABIES.

“ heyyy mummy, the boys and I are missing you so much !! it feels so different without you here. it feels like you’re off on a business trip on the other side of the world but it’s just back-to-back meetings because you’re making that mountain of money. soo you can ignore the missed calls because I was just trying to see if you had five minutes to show your face on video for the babies quickly because they won’t stop crying right now. it’s not that bad though, I’ve got everything under control !! this was going to happen anyway, it feels very weird when their mama isn’t around which I can relate to but they have to get used to it !! they take after their daddy, huh. can’t go too long without you——— oh no Iseul, it’s ok !! she is coming back soon !! ” a series of broken whimpers & sobbing noises can be heard on the other end from the babies. “ whoa, is this how I act ?? they are being so dramatic right now. ignore the crying. I have everything in control !! I’ve got both of them cuddled up on my chest right now. that’s why the crying is kind of loud. not because I have no idea what I’m doing. to be kind of honest, I am a little offended. why aren’t they happy with me ?? is it the irreplaceable mama bond ?? is it because they know I got no milk to offer ?? wait what if I cut out holes in my shirt so I can shove the bottles through them so they get that illusion although that’s kind of weird. listen up boys !! we’re going to survive without mama for a few more hours so let’s send her some kisses so she remembers that we love her !! here, kiss !! ” two sloppy kissing noises followed up with a clean air blown kiss sounds. “ can’t wait to see you back home mummy !! drive back safe !! love you lots !! ”

📞 PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP . . . 1 AM. IN THE MIDST OF URBAN MOUNTAIN WILDERNESS.

“ hey baby was just letting you know that I’ll be back home a little late because I ALMOST ran into a shaman but I’m hiding out with a bunch of drunk hikers on one of the mountain trails and uhh . . . do you think you could pick me up whenever you’re free ?? I’m safe till then don’t worry. I just don’t want to risk going back down without you unless you can’t make it then let me know. I’ll see if someone else can accompany me. ugh, they are so fucking annoying. but this incident is making me realise that I should probably sing a song to pass time by. okay don’t mind me sounding like this . . . ahem ahem . . . sorry can't answer your call. at the moment cause she really got me focused on her lips wow. you ain’t even trying, girl you don’t feel me now. feel me now, I’m trying to get to you. you know you want me to know how you want it ooh. so I’m coming to you live. girl I really love your styling. black hair, black cardigan. so pretty like the view. if I had to pick, it’s you. I ain’t playin it’s true. baby lemme ask you, your phone’s ringing. is it a friend, whoa don’t answer——— haha I’m just kidding. it’s your smitten boyfriend calling. in need of your fear striking presence !! I love you so much, don’t ever forget that. I’m going to stop now but don’t drop everything for me or anything, okay ?? I’m fine. just waiting for you. see you later baby, mwah. ”

📞 PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP . . . 3 AM. DRUNK AND HORNY.

“ babyyy, fuuck. where are youuuu. just thinking about how fucking pretty your eyes look when you got my dick in your mouth. not sure if I want to fuck your brains out — hic — you really do have the prettiest pussy babe but you look too adorable when you’re gagging on my dick soooo can you come home soon pretty please. or I don’t know, I also feel like getting my ass rammed by youuuu but how are you gonna fuck me hard if you’re not here ?? yeah exactly. I’m waitiiingg for you so h——— ”

#ok but look at Jaewoo trying to be all romantic for the first message #but the second she sends a saucy pic he's like GTG #completely forgets to do his lil romantic message thing :)#buT LDMFOIFJSIJF HIM WITH THE TWINS #all the boys of the house missing mama #and as for the last one.... I have nothing to say.#he would say more shit but he cut himself off accidentally :)))#switch culture rIgHt #shesin #* : ✮ ┆𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 (𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠).#under the cut

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What about sharing some of your thoughts about Axel Auriant?

Honestly, where do I begin? When I started skam france, I was under Maxence’s spell, ngl. I had eyes, I knew he was a model and that he was freaking hot. And I mean, that hasn’t changed, but over time, slowly but surely, Axel crept up on me. I really hate the fact that I can’t pinpoint the exact moment that I fell for that guy, but then again I think that’s probably because it happened so gradually, until one day I just had to face the facts: I am 100% gone for that boy. If I am completely honest, I think the trolling is what got me. It became a game to me, and I think the people who follow me long enough got to witness my breakdown on tumblr on the nights he kept. uploading. and. deleting. every. few. seconds. It was infuriating in the best way. The times I have used the phrase ‘OFFICER’ because of him, are countless, I’m sure. I still can’t believe that this man is insecure enough to upload and delete stuff, yet brave enough to admit to the world that he is, and that he uses humor as a mask.

He cries. He cries in real life, and he talks about it, and he shows it. He tells the world he cried when he had an argument with his girlfriend, and he got emotional during the screenings because he cares so much about Lucas and about skam france. He retweeted something about guys getting to cry to and that that’s important. He is doing so much, you guys. I am getting emotional just typing this out (shocker, right).

I love his humor and I can’t help but smile every time he or Ouba posts something on ig. And I know it might be hard to believe but I think it was only after this phase that I realized that he is really freaking gorgeous. I know, I know, but that is how I roll: I fall for someone’s personality first and foremost, and after that I can’t deny their beauty.

Don’t even get me started about the fact that he thought it might be unrealistic for a guy that looks like Maxence to fall for someone like him. Or the fact that he thought his eyelashes were to long, so he cut them off and had to wear fake ones for part of the show.

Not only is he funny, honest, open and fragile, he kicks toxic masculinity to the ground and stomps on it. He is openly affectionate with his male castmates, but also with his male friends. He will cut a homophobe if he has to, and you just know that late at night he sits behind his laptop and types stuff in twitter just to seek out the haters and torch them down. You gotta admire that, because that’s so powerful: he uses his fame to let the world know that this is not okay. And it’s not like he has nothing to do with his time, he has multiple plays, movies and other projects coming up, and oh yeah also a personal life he needs to tend to.

Speaking of twitter, the fact that he tries to find every fan who wrote him on twitter to thank them personally for their letters and gifts? Wow. As someone who gave him a letter, I know that he tries to convey this to everybody, but it’s true: he reads everything he gets, he cries about fan letters and calls Maxence and David to share it, he uses the gifts he gets an lets fans know by taking a picture of that, he is so incredibly grateful for everyone.

He and Maxence didn’t want people to pay for the convention or the photoshoots, I am sure of it, and that’s why they announced that they would donate the money for their duo photoshoot to charity, and that’s why he insists on giving all the fans who payed to be there everything they came for and answered all the questions even after the Q&A was suppose to be over, and why when I said to him: ‘it’s been a long day’ all he said was: ‘no no no, it’s been a cool day!’ and he meant it. I know he meant it. His energy, you guys, you don’t even know. I mean I know that you know, but once you have met him, that’s when you truly realize it. I know it might sound pretentious but I am sorry it’s just true. It’s off the charts. He is able to keep the party going, he makes people laugh, he is chaotic in the best kind of way, the security guard couldn’t help but smile at him, even though he wanted to ‘grab the little one by his neck’. But even though he has that much (chaotic) energy, he still manages to send out this absolutely chill vibe, like. I can’t even explain it. But his presence just calmed me down. I believe in transfering energy and his energy is just amazing. It’s not chaotic at all, it’s soothing. Y’all know how much I loved Axel before meeting him, but you best believe that love grew 100 times more since I have met him, talked to him, took photo’s with him. Yeah. I still can’t believe that happened tbh but it did.

His talent? Oh my god. I think I might be the person who used that Oscar meme the most during season 3, but I am valid, I am right and I should say it, tbfh. He deserves all the awards. The range of that man. The way he can cry and make you feel like pure shit for him. His hearteyes? Wow. Show me an actor who plays being in love more convincingly than him. I’ll wait. Yes okay, Maxence too, I agree. (what? I just assume people will bring that up, I’m not going crazy here talking to myself. 👀💀 sjfhsjhfs) also, now that we are mentioning it, the way he just fully gave himself and really went all in with the kissing and love making scenes is truly amazing tbh. Also, look, we all think it’s not the smartest idea to punch a gate, but he really did that. He really took it that far. He really ran faster than the van that was suppose to capture him on film in vendredi 20h27 the second.

Not only can he act, he plays drums, piano, can sing, really, what can’t this guy do?

Okay, okay, listen, I held off (well, for the most part) until the very end, but I gotta go there…. he is, without a doubt, one of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen. On and offscreen. Those eyes, that hair, hands. Yeah. hands. I said what I said. How dare he be cute one moment and a smoking hot mannequin elite the next?? Let me live, Axel, jfc.

In conclusion: name. me. a. better. man!!!!!!!!

#axel auriant #this got out of hand #nobody is surprised #if i need to put this under a 'read more' cut let me know sjfhsjfhsjfsh

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krreader · 6 years

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BTS scenario (College!AU) → falling for their teacher.

pairing: student!bts x teacher!reader fandom: bts warnings: college!au ; non idol!au genre: fluff ; crack ; mentions of smut ; a hint of angst

a/n: I’ve decided to go with college au, since student x teacher relationships in high school are like.. not cool lol.

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kim seokjin

Jin hated this. He hated how you made him feel.

With anyone else, he was the most confident man in the world, but with you? He turned into a stuttering mess.

And now his friends had dared him to go up to you and tell you that you were pretty and all he had been doing for the past five minutes was either stutter or stare at you.

“Mister Kim,” you smiled, “I do have another class to attend, so could you just..-”

“You're the prettiest woman in the whole world,” he said in one go, almost stumbling over his words, that’s how fast he had said them.

And immediately, you both could hear his friends laughing. You glanced behind him, finding all of them standing at the door, but they were laughing too hard to notice that you saw them.

“A dare?”

“I'm so sorry,” he shook his head, “They made me do it, they..-”

But before he could say anything else, you placed your hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. And then the laughing stopped.

“Don't ever do anything you don't want to do, Seokjin. You're too good for that,” you whispered encouragingly as you leaned back, “And thank you very much for the compliment.”

And as you walked away, Jin realized that he was so in love with you, that it actually hurt him.

min yoongi

Yoongi had thought the second he'd step out of high school would be the second those awkward boners in school would stop.

And to be fair, they did for the first three semesters.

And then..-

“Hello,” you said with the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen in his life, your heels clicking against the floor, your blouse buttoned up just enough to hide the important parts, “I'm professor (Y/L/N) and I will be your teacher for this class for this semester.”

Yoongi fidgeted in his seat, trying to think of his goals, about why he was here. Reminding him that these were the reasons he was here.

But sooner rather than later he realized that the only real reason he continued coming to this class wasn't the class itself, but you.

Even if he had to deal with awkward boners again.

It was worth it.

jung hoseok

You all know this situation.

The people around you talking and yet somehow the teacher thinks you're the culprit and calls you to answer the question she had just asked.

And true, Hoseok hadn't listened to a word you've been saying, but not because he was talking to his friends, but because he had been staring at your.. well.

“Can you answer my question, Mister Jung? Then please come to the board.”

Oh god, he'd make an absolute fool out of himself. Yet, he still got up and hesitantly walked over to the board where you were waiting for him.

“I.. don't know the answer, professor,” he whispered, so that only you could hear it.

“Then you really should stop staring at my ass and pay attention in my class,” you whispered back, but smiled anyways.

Fuck, that tone you used on him just now..

Exactly HOW was he supposed to focus?

Hoseok liked to consider himself a very dominant person, but god, for you, he'd drop to his knees any day.

kim namjoon

“Namjoon.. could you stay for a second?”

Namjoon was the last of the students who wanted to leave, the thought of being alone in a room with his hot professor making him both excited and nervous at the same time.

“Sure, professor,” he turned back around, slowly walking over to your desk.

That smile of yours that you showed him..

..god, he was so in love with you.

“I read hundreds of essays each semester, most of them making it clear to me that the student either wrote it the night before, or just copied most of it out of the internet,” you pulled his essay out of your bag and smiled fondly, “Yours, however.. well, let me just say I've never read one where a student was so passionate about a subject like this.”

“Thank you,” he had worked hard on it, so it was nice to see that you valued that.

“In fact.. I made a few calls to a couple of friends of mine working in this field. All of them have agreed that you would be an asset to them. So, if you ever want an internship or maybe even just a small job.. give them a call. It would be a shame to let your talents go to waste.”

So not only were you the most beautiful teacher he had ever met, but also incredibly supportive? He got compliments from professors all the time for his hard work, but never did one of them offer him a chance like this.

And he would never forget that.

“Thank you so much, professor. Seriously. You mean the world to me..- I mean..-” his eyes instantly widened, “This! I mean this means the world to me.”

Ah, he was just so cute, wasn't he? Cute and smart.

park jimin

It wasn't hard to see when a student was attracted to you, especially if that student was a guy.

There were the obvious stares and dropping jaws, but there were also.. other parts that they couldn't control.

Park Jimin however, was definitely one of the cutest students that had ever fallen for you. You knew that he could barely focus in your lectures and you were actually 90% sure that he never wrote down what you wrote on the board, way too far gone to watch your every move.

So at one point, you asked to speak to him after class. Because as cute as he was, you had to fail him if he didn't start paying attention.

“Mister Park.. can I see your notes?”

“My..- my notes?” his eyes widened.

“I'm just curious,” you smiled politely, but from the way Jimin blushed, it was clear that he didn't have any notes, “Listen. I think it's very sweet that you like me so much, but I need you to pay attention, alright? I don't want you to fail my class.”

“S-Sorry, Professor,” he immediately lowered his head.

“It's okay. Just.. please try to pay more attention in class.”

“I will,” he wouldn't. He couldn't.

kim taehyung

“Why is everyone so excited?”

“Didn't you hear? The substitute professor is super hot,” Taehyung's friend said happily.

No, he didn't hear about that.

So he wasn't at all prepared for who walked through the door.

It really was like in the movies, slow-motion, your hips swinging from side to side, while your eyes held a certain sparkle in them.

The reality was much different however, and when you walked past Taehyung, he accidentally said: “Fuck me,” all eyes immediately on him.

Including yours.

“What was that?

“Ah, I said uh.. lucky me. For having such a smart and beautiful professor. Really lucky me,” Taehyung coughed, trying to pretend like he wasn't just having an existential crisis.

jeon jeongguk

Jeongguk was a nice student. One of the quiet ones that mostly kept to himself and never raised his hand in class, even though you knew he was by far the smartest kid.

However, you also knew that he was in love with you. It wasn't hard to tell by the way he was always staring at you when you weren't looking and every time you did look at him, he quickly lowered his head and blushed.

What you were scared of was the idea of his grades dropping because of this crush on you. You wanted him to pay full attention in class..

And so after class, when everyone was out, you decided to take a seat next to him and talk to him in private for the first time ever.

“You know that there are many girls your age out there, right Jeongguk?”

“Huh?” his eyes widened.

“You're an attractive young man, smarter than most men I know that are older than you. You basically just have to snap with your fingers and ladies will line up to talk to you.”

He was too much of an introvert for that. He'd rather spend his nights at home and play video games than going partying.

“Why are you saying that?”

“I'm just trying to make you understand that there are more women out there just waiting for you.. women.. that aren't your professors,” ah. So he had been too obvious after all, “You are so smart, kid. Don't stop paying attention in class because you're looking at my breasts or..-”

“I never did!” he quickly said, a smile spreading on your face, actually believing him.

“What I'm saying is.. I don't think I'm right for you.”

He'd like to disagree, but he was way too shy to do so. Maybe, one day, when he was successful and had more confidence, he'd come back here and sweep you off your feet like he wanted to do now.

#bts imagine #bts reactions #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan reaction #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader #requests

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briee-elle · 5 years

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4419

era: 1 the early tumblr/stay days

These are the special people who were there from the VERY beginning.. like April 2018 onwards.. these are the people who have stuck with me for a year and I really really appreciate you! This is in chronological order by first follower to most recent

@actuallysupernaturally you've been following me for so long I don't even remember when we started… it was like back in the haikyuu/yoi ages THANK YOU! hope you’re feeling well!!

@finnigan your art is really stunning, also the first person I commissioned! And it turned out so pretty. Thank you so much for being there from the start, hope college and everything is treating you well!

@deathandgeology Xander! When I first saw your art I was amazed! The colours and the personal touches always made it look so fluid. And I must say you're my first stay friend who would talk to me about skz and other things, I know you always try your best and I want to you to be happy in life! Always

@jal-hago-isseo Ellie! The gorgeous sunshine who left the kindest and most supportive tags in almost all of my art, someone who I know has my back. Your constant support has really helped me grow as an artist! and you know I could talk forever to you hehe

@woojinloveschicken OOHHH Yujin ahahaa I was so intimidated by you at first because remember when Woojin stans kept demanding ppl to stop sleeping on him and yeahhh… well you turned out to be super kind and hardworking and all the intimidation is gone .. Poof

@stray-lids :> I followed you very early on and tbh I kinda forgot why but I hope you have a wonderful dayy!

@stray-kids-stuff the first reason I followed is because "bang chan's burrito" was such a funny tagline and I have no idea why, but you're more than that, you're an amazing artist and someone who deserves all the love in the world

@this-isnt-sugoi I see you guy in my activity box a lot and I really appreciate it, whether you are liking things or reblogging them it makes me feel like the stuff I put on this blog is good

@xiaomao-mao XIAO!! Remember when you drew that geometric felix? That's what hooked me, your art was sooo varied and diverse I just wanted to see more. And now you found your style and I am so glad you're happy and comfortable~ well done!

@stray-kids-dork ahhh I remember following you and then.. I had to say goodbye to the mutual because I was swamped with too much content. I loved that you didn't mind and you were always so nice about it!

@indiepoptime ooohhh danng your art? That's the good stuff! Really unique and the painting style is very cool!! Thanks for drawing Jamie from her cb

@weetaliix I remember seeing you in my activity and I just really like your url, I don't know you very well but I hope you know that I like it when I see you in my activity

@jozolotle1 :D I still don't know how to spell those funky lil animals but I think you're a great person and I just want to keep cheering you and your art on! Sydney squad yay!

@angelhyunjin ANGI omg you know, right? Your art is AMAZING, and your style makes everything you draw so soft and warm and I just love seeing skz smile brightly through your art. You're also an amazing dancer and super nice to the people around you! I can't wait to meet you irl

@printerppr Syaza!!! I remember you asking me about the skz inktober and to put it on amino and THANK you so much for talking to me that time because I've loved talking to you ever since. You are one of the smartest and most talented people I know. Your theories never disappoint and your art … GOALS

@xtellasilver ooohhh whenever you reblog things from me I get so happy!! Cause I would end up seeing it on my dash and be like, hey that looks familiar! I hope you're having fun doing what you're doing :D

@benedict-cumbersomerobes AHAHAHA EM you know your URL is what made me curious to first check out your blog? Well you're a great person and I remember talking to you a lil bit through asks back in the days. I hope you're enjoying college and also that BTS book. It's a shame I don't really follow MX otherwise your blog would have been amazing for me

@italianpotatoe Hello!! Remember how we talked about art school and currency and house prices in italy and sydney? Ahaha that was fun! Are you well?

@incoyableu wow you know you are one of the first people who drew something 'in my style' whatever that means. I really admire your art and thank you for supporting me so much

@spookyowlbee and @hakkatama your art is amazing and tho I don’t know you guys too well I love your art so much <3

@lee-seulbi you are one funky and friendly lil bundle of joy! Thank you for sticking around and I love seeing your asks/likes

@sooniedoongiedori OMG CLAUDIA you snatched this URL?? Ahaha well done~ anyways I started following you because of the Aussie Stay series. It was super cool and you just kept giving, amazing stories and amazing content. I love your sense of humour too! Welcome back to tumblr

END of Era 1

#bla bla brielle #4419 #era 1 #Thank you #also I hope I didn't swamp the mobie users with a wall of text

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the-ships-to-rule-them-all · 5 years

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22!!!!!!!!!!!!!

from Greece to London to Los Angeles, it’s been a year of growth and change and I’m astoundingly grateful for everyone who has been here from the highs and lows and the screaming fangirl fits. thank you for making my life better

my favorite people on the planet, the ones who make my universe brighter just by existing

@goodqueenalys Mere you are one of the smartest most genuine humans I’ve ever met. I am in awe of the way you have nothing but kindness in your heart and that at the same time your spine is pure solid steel. your strength in your convictions, your passion, your willingness to educate, your creativity, the way you listen, the way you care. I am so so glad to call you my friend and to have you by my side.

@blyedeeks SOUL TWIN!!! can you believe that we only met 3 years ago? it feels like we’ve known each other our entire lives. Sometimes you meet someone who can understand you in ways that don’t seem real because they get you on such a deep level. I think I said something like that for the past two years but it’s still so true. And you are the kindest more brilliant star in sky Cams. I truly don’t know where I’d be without you, definitely not as confident or as loud. I love you a lot and I am so blessed to have your kindness and positivity on my side.

@marauders-groupie Lana’s words are spun starlight, she just captures something so instinctively human and tender with her poetry. She’s one of the kindest people in the world and she serves the universe. Oh, and she is determined and dedicated and passionate and she just believes so strongly in the goodness of a single person, in her own value that I can’t help but believe in myself more because of her strength and courage and beauty.

@astranautics Caroline!!! my girl, my wonderful amazing girl. I cannot believe that I was your Tumblr crush. There’s such a softness to your words, a willingness to share and that all too familiar desire to love and be loved in return. the fact that you send me stuff about my hockey boys legit has made me cry because you take such an interest in me and I just I feel so warm when we talk, I love that your life is so wonderful and yet mundane, I love hearing about your day and I love watching you believe in yourself

@koridick BABE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the amount that I love you is beyond words. You are so passionate and sweet and if I could save your messages when reacting to my poetry to just constantly brighten my day I would because every time I remember how you react I feel so inspired and worthy. I feel like my life isn’t right when I don’t talk to you and I’m so grateful that we both shipped Poly Rangers and got to sharing headcanons and writing fic and you are so talented and wonderful. Your willingness to put up with my rants and the way you support me and love me is the greatest feeling in the world. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!

@sometimesrosy there’s something to be said about having someone who has lived a life believe in you. I feel like I can go to you for anything, Rosy. You are so so smart that sometimes I read your answers and it takes me a minute to reorient myself.

@everybodyknows-everybodydies I’m so utterly proud of the person I’ve seen you becoming over the past year. You are so talented, so talented and you are so tiny and cute that sometimes I can’t believe how much passion you have in your body. Your art, your convictions, your passion, it’s so beautiful to see and I love you so so much

@thesnowyswan my darling Rae!!!! you have made me a so much better writer, a so much better person and I love you so so much. thank you for all your support and encouragement and I love talking any and everything with you. you are such an utter badass and passionate and dedicated

@bishops--knifetrick I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH BABE!!!!! we talk almost every day and I don’t even know what I would do without you! you’re so incredible and beautiful and amazing and truly someone special

other people who are absolutely incredible and whom I adore so so much

@harpermcintyre (Al, babe thank you for always being kind and generous) @scodelariokaya (Nik is brilliant and beautiful and she deserves the universe) @wellsjahasghost (Jade is remarkable and funny and her words are spun gold) @mego42 (Meg is one of the smartest, calmest people on this site and she deserves only good things) @wellamyblake (MJ makes me laugh on the daily and her understanding of nuances is only matched by her passion) @thatonekimgirl (Kim!! when we met at HVFF I didn’t think that we’d end up linking back so soon, thank you for dragging me into the spiral that is loving VirtueMoir) @bellamysprincessa (Katie, I love you. I love that you are so supportive and I adore that we always seem to watch the same shows as you scream about something in the chat) @head-and-heart (Kate is a gem, a smart supportive gem of a human whose tags I live for) @deadshotbellamy (Grace is a gorgeous girl who has two of the greatest urls I’ve ever seen) @tybowen (Jen is a badass, a beautiful badass but yeah, her best quality is that she is strong in her convictions and passionate about the things she chooses to give her heart to) @bb-8(Cody, you are so talented and smart and genuine and I love you so much) @montygreen (Leila, you are so talented and wonderful and I love you so much and your gifsets are so beautiful they take my breath away) @ohmypreciousgirl (to think that five years ago your blog was one of the first that I followed, that your passion and intelligence were a reason I even joined Tumblr in the first place, the fact that we are friends is incredible. I’m so grateful to you) @cllarkegriffin (Hannah, you are so incredible and I'm blessed to call you a friend) @clarkegriffintitties (Julia, I love you so much)

the writers who own my heart, whose ao3 pages I’m constantly refreshing, who make me fall in love with these characters all over again

@deadcatwithaflamethrower (HER WORLDBUILDING IS TO DIE FOR, she just is constantly reinventing the universes that she plays in and reinventing my own opinions of characters by making them so much more complex!!!! she’s just so incredible) @so-caffeinated/ @dust2dust34 (their verse of FICON is one of the most awe-inspiring things I have ever read and it’s funny and sweet and action-packed and so full of family feels. I fangirled so much when I met Bre at HVFF, it was great and I just, they are so talented and I love writing poetry inspired by their writing) @rongasm (Rachel creates such works of art for Stydia and Percabeth and they are tender and touching and I could read the Harry Potter au for the rest of my life) @welllpthisishappening (Laura is a master at creating perfect pieces that I didn’t realize I wanted, she’s so talented and passionate and her stories just cause me to have such a massive grin on my face and she definitely reignited my love of CS) @ink-splotch(creates such masterpieces of Harry Potter and Marvel in terms of character study and what ifs and it’s just, I sometimes read them and cry but also rejoice) @lostcap (Phia’s poetry is pure spun sunshine and steel, there’s such a force to her words as though she is channelling the greek muses and the moment that she named me as one of her favorite tumblr poets is quite possibly one of my greatest accomplishments) @jasonsmclean/ @bipercabeth (have created one of my favorite series EVER, and are worthy of all the praise they’ve ever gotten)

some other amazing people who have made this year spectacular

@bellameblake @bellsblake @bellblake @asexual-mechanic @apirateslifeforsmee @jahaliel @molliiholmes @nerdybellamy @prosciuttoe @jbuffyangel @turtlejustice @junebugninja @missemarissa @rashaka @griffndors @grumpybell @kindclaws @weirwolves @dreamcourtrhys @cath-avery @stydixa @ofnailbatsandaxefives @llysandra @whoeveryoulovethemost @impvlsivee @stilesprefers-screamers @readymachine @bellarketm @warriorsaralance

thank you, if you’re reading this, for making my year truly special

#abby celebrates 22 #abby speaks

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