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wilsons-striped-ties · 2 months

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March TC challenge (days 1-30 one shot lol)

Original post here!!

1. If you could change one thing about your TC, physical or personality-wise, what would it be?

mango: I would say his fashion sense but then I've grown to like it HAHA so I guess his obliviousness because seriously I'm staring right at you can't you see me? But it's cute sometimes

passion fruit: he's too soft on the horrible students of his he looks scary but he's such a cinnamon roll, for his sanity he should scold them sometimes

2. Are they “your type”, or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?

mango: the total opposite of my type in terms of likes and personalities, hence it was entirely unexpected

passion fruit: his likes are more my type but it was also unexpected because I already had one tc I didn't expect to like another (albeit this one not as strong but still considered)

3. If they were an ice cream flavour, what would it be?

mango: butter pecan??? chocolate chip cookie dough????? or maybe just plain vanilla/chocolate since he isn't the most complicated of people but it's sweet and simple, possibly even a little more complicated the more you eat it

passion fruit: maybe something like rum and raisin or coffee chip something that needs an acquired taste and probably is more expensive

4. imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your tc. what would you guys do?

mango: hmm probably something cliché like grabbing dinner and watching a movie, but maybe baking too because I know he's baked at least once, and maybe grab a morning run once or twice and maybe some other sports

passion fruit: I honestly don't know what he likes so maybe grab dinner to get to know him more, watch a movie and he can pick more activities? He looks like he bowls maybe we can go bowling

5. what's their biggest talent?

mango: running, sprinting and anything sports related

passion fruit: memorisation. His history memorisation is incredible

6. be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not?

mango: probably eh

passion fruit: maybe

7. if they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it

mango: I think he would be a little awkward around me but he's always sometimes awkward so

passion fruit: I think he'll ignore it

8. are they a good singer?

mango: have never heard him sing before

passion fruit: he's sang a line or two jokingly in class before and he's pretty good honestly

9. if you could choose an outfit that your tc had to wear every single day, what would it look like?

mango: oh goodness the red collared shirt of immense sexiness paired with khaki shorts/long pants that's the best of his looks red looks stunning on him all collared shirts look awesome on him

passion fruit: his usual black/dark blue dress shirts are wonderful

10. are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? what about you?

mango: definitely athletic he was a national athlete for crying out loud but he's also really academic

passion fruit: really academic and a little athletic

me: none LOL I am rather athletic but not as much as mango and academic but not really smart

11. do they inspire you as a person?

mango: YES

passion fruit: yes

12. are they an early riser or a night owl?

mango: feels like an early riser but all teachers have to report early to school

passion fruit: feels like an early riser too

13. have you ever made each other angry or upset? if so, how did you reconcile?

mango: when he confiscated my phone because I was checking the online timetable but he thought I was using my phone but lesson hadn't even started so I was super pissed and he was disappointed but we got over it

passion fruit: never

14. do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or unconsciously?

mango: yeah a little in the way he sits LOL he manspreads a lot but its hot and he runs his hand through his hair so I do too

passion fruit: yeah in the way he explains stuff about history and teases people

15. what do you think their love language is? what's yours?

mango: I think he's words of affirmation? Maybe a little physical touch as well

passion fruit: words of affirmation for sure

me: quality time and words of affirmation and physical touch

16. have they taught you anything that isn't school related? valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc?

mango: he's taught me a lot about resilience and to look inwards because he often asks how I'm doing and I have to give a legit answer

passion fruit: he's taught me to be confident in myself and always ask questions and answer his questions as well because he always points me out to answer questions that the rest can't answer and he's taught me that I do enjoy academic validation whoops

17. what would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?

mango & passion fruit: goodness they'd have to like I don't know do something really horrible

18. are they introverted or extroverted? what about you?

mango: he's like extroverted but not overly

passion fruit: he's introverted but not overly

me: ambiverted

19. who's more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?

mango: me rambling him listening

passion fruit: us rambling and us listening

20. do you feel guilty about having feelings for your tc?

Not really HAHAHAHAHA

21. are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?

mango & passion fruit: yes, duh

22. what kind of hairstyle would you love to see them in?

mango & passion fruit: I don't know man I love their hairstyles now

23. do you think they trust you?

mango: hope so man

passion fruit: most likely

24. what's the most comedic moment that's occurred between you two?

mango: probably us playing frisbee together in physical education class??? All the times we see each other and wave as fast as possible with huge grins probably, or the time all the teachers had a huge boring meeting and he spent like an hour texting me instead of listening, saying that he wanted it to end soon

passion fruit: that one time in lesson that he was pissed at them not handing in the homework so he slammed the entire stack of worksheets onto my desk and told them he'll make me mark all these worksheets later and when the lesson was about to end I asked him if I was supposed to really mark and he said no/the time he made me finalise an extra class during the holidays because he says they'll listen to me more

25. have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?

mango & passion fruit: writing definitely and drawing last night I just started to LOL

26. how do you feel when you're around them? are you so nervous that you can't concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?

mango: I'm constantly nervous and genuinely super happy so happy that I always grin around him and I become slightly hyperactive around him and sometimes when he's talking I just stare at him and I always look forward to being around him

passion fruit: genuinely happy and I love the smell of his cologne LOL he's really chill and his humour is kinda dry but I love it not super nervous but sometimes awkward

27. do you guys have any inside jokes?

mango & passion fruit: we don't usually joke so no unfortunately

28. do their morals, principles, or political views align with yours?

mango & passion fruit: we're mainly the same

29. have you ever tried to get over them?

mango: tried, failed, never tried again

passion fruit: never tried

30. if someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your tc?

sure

31. have you ever said or done something that, in hindsight, might have been hurtful to them? have they ever done the same to you?

mango & passion fruit: not really, I mind what I say and they don't really say anything hurtful

(this was fun)

#teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc crush #male teacher crush #march tc challenge #teacher x students #tc community #tc confessions #this is long lol enjoy #i had to do some soul searching for this bro

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make-me-imagine · 4 years

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Hello you! Criminal Minds #22 and Star Wars #17 for ships, please, if that is okay? I’m Kylan, 23, female, biromantic asexual, 5’1, redhead with dark eyes, muscular-ish because I do dance (non-professionally though), I'm a museum pedagogue, studied anthropology and archaeology… and one of my greatest talents is once I watch something, hear a song etc. I can memorize it really fast...I like anything historical basically. And also cottage core things. Thanks!

Ships are now closed!

Cool! I also went to school for Anthro and Archaeology!!

Notes: I don’t really know what cottage core is but every time I hear that I picture kitchen witches that live in forests lol. And I apologize if anything comes off as uncharacteristic for you, as I may not fully understand the aspects of being a ‘biromantic asexual’.

Criminal Minds:

I ship you with Emily. I feel that she would be entirely accepting of anyone’s sexuality and choices and would be extremely respectful of boundaries. She would admire your intelligence, memorization ability, and skills, especially in dance. She seems like she would be interested in other fields and loves to learn things about history, anthro and archaeology from you.

Prompt 22: Road Trip

“Oh, oh!” you piped up, pointing at the sign on the edge of the highway, expressing you were headed in the right direction.

“Yes!” Emily expressed, having been worried that you had gotten lost on your way “Fifty more miles” she breathed out as she straightened up slightly in her seat, quickly checking the rear-view mirror.

“Can we stop for some food before then? If there is anywhere” you commented.

“Oh yeah, definitely, I’m starving” she smiled, glancing over at you.

“How many museums will you let me go to while we’re here?” you asked after a moment of silence”

She smirked looked over at your briefly “With how often you have to deal with me leaving for days at a time? As many as you want”

You smiled widely at her “The perfect answer” you mused as she chuckled.

“However, I do have one request”

“What’s that?”

“We stay here more than one night before moving on to the next stop”

You thought for a moment, the only real deadline for what you wanted to do was tomorrow, for the festival, and you were going to make it on time, so there was really no rush after than. “Deal” you said.

“Oh thank God” she commented, as you both chuckled.

“Do you think this hotel will have a different breakfast menu than the last three?” you asked as you watched the scenery go by.

“Probably not. Almost every one of these hotels has the same dry eggs, croissants, and cheap coffee as the last. But, maybe we’ll be surprised”

“I hope so. I don’t know how many more bland muffins I can take” you said with a smile.

“We could always eat out, that is if there are any cheap restaurants nearby” she commented “We really didn’t think out budget through”

“No, but that’s part of the adventure” you mused as you smiled at each other. Continuing to talk about everything you’d do together while you can. Before you each went off to work again, as busy as ever.

Star Wars:

I ship you with Finn. Finn is a sweetheart and respects anyone’s boundaries and choices, and doesn’t really care at all what people chose to be (in a good way). He is adorable and loves that you dance and admires your skills and the things that you love to learn about. He didn’t really have an interest in history or anthropology until he met you, but because they were your interests he looked into them and found term interesting as well. He looked into them because he wanted something to impress you with, like random tidbits of knowledge, but he ended up getting lost in the information and actually learned a lot.

Prompt 17: Baking Together

“Umm, uh-, hey, how much flour again?”

You peaked back behind your shoulder, unable to see Finn as you got something from the top of the shelf in the pantry “2 cups...why?”

“Yeah...I think I added to much”

Grabbing the sugar you walked back out into the kitchen, seeing Finn standing over the mixing bowl, which appeared to be now full of flour “Wha- Finn, why would you think that was the right amount?” you asked perplexed, but amused as you approached him.

“Well I felt the bag, and it didn’t feel like there was that much left in it, so I thought it might be the right amount, so, I, uh, just...dumped it all in, and, well, it turned out that there was a lot more flour left in the bag than I thought” he scratched behind his ear as he stared down at the bowl.

You fought back a huge grin as you chuckled “Well, now” you handed him a measuring cup “you can scoop out most of that, and make sure there is about TWO cups in there”

He took the cup from your hands “Right, got it.”

About twenty minutes later, a few mistakes, a small food fight, and not to mention the incident with the hand mixer, you placed the baking tray in the oven. Closing the door you stood, brushing your hands together and turning back to the messy kitchen.

“Well. Needless the say, I’m never baking cookies with you ever again”

“What? Oh come on, it was fun! And I’m sure they are going to turn out great!” you said as he took a step closer, not noticing the spoon he had behind his back as he approached.

“I’d honestly be surprised if they turn out edible” you said sarcastically.

“Well that’s rude, But you know what else is rude?” you opened your mouth to reply, but were stopped when he wiped the still dirty mixing spoon onto across your nose, leaving a trail of wet cookie dough.

“Finn!” you gasped out as he let out a laugh.

You swiped for the spoon, but he moved back faster before turning and quickly leaving the kitchen, you following behind yelling after him. Having not only forgotten to check what time you put the cookies in, but also forgetting to set a timer. Oops. I’m sure they’ll come out fine...

#ship #ships #ship request #5k ships #5k ship event #special ships #star wars #criminal minds #emily prentiss #finn #drabble #emily prentiss x reader #finn x reader #fjordswallowsswords #ask

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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“how the hell does a broken heart learn to mend itself?”

Would you ever like to own your own gym? No.

Do you listen to Christina Perri? If so, do you like her music? Jar of Hearts and A Thousand Years are a few of my favorites of hers. Oh, and Human. <<< Yeah, I liked those as well. I think those are the only ones I’m familiar with of hers. I haven’t listened to her music in a long time.

When was the last time you went to Wal-Mart? Back in March before the quarantine/lockdown and shit really hit the fan.

Which is worse: Runny nose or stuffy nose? Both are very annoying, but feeling like you can’t breathe is definitely the worst.

Do you hate how people are quick to judge? i think we all have that tendency, some more than others. It can be an issue when you let that judgment form your whole opinion about a person without even knowing them. Except in extreme cases of course when it a quick judgment could be useful, like if you’re feeling uncomfortable or someone appears to be sketchy.

Has anyone ever made you feel small? Yes.

Would you rather give your food to a homeless shelter or money to charity? Food to a homeless shelter would be more direct and immediate. When you donate money to a charity you don’t really know when or how it gets used, exactly. And it can take time to be sorted out and distributed. That being said, of course donating to charities is good and important and will help in the long run. I’m just saying, donating food to a homeless shelter would be something they could use immediately and benefit them directly. Does any of this make sense?

Can you tell when your best friend is lying? I think I’m typically pretty good at that.

Would you pay extra money for make up just to make you look prettier? Ha, all the makeup in the world didn’t make a difference for me. Still ugly. I stopped even bothering with it.

Do you like to look at license plates to see where people are from? I don’t pay much attention to that.

Are you more hungry or tired right now? I’m both. My sleep schedule continues to be weird. I fell asleep around 230AM until about 4AM and then fell asleep again shortly after that until like 7:45AM. Now it’s 8:46AM and here I am. Like wtf? And lately I’ve been having a bit more of an appetite, so I’ve been feeling hungrier earlier than usual and actually eating more than just dinner and my late bowl of ramen. My body is such a mess.

Do you follow your head or heart more? It’s a battle.

On a scale 1-10 how much do you like my surveys? I’m assuming the same person has made the last few I’ve done with this same kind of format, in which case they’ve been fine.

Do you think you deserve more than what you have? I don’t think I deserve anything.

Would you ever spend $2,000 on a dress? I can’t imagine ever spending that much on a dress. I don’t plan on getting married, but even if I did I’d find something a lot less expensive.

“Reach out to you, touch my hand”

Have you ever made fresh dough? No.

When you were little, did you used to make cookies with your mom? Yeah.

Has anyone ever said "Say it, don't spray it" to you? lol yeah, when I was a kid.

What is your least favorite type of person? Arrogant, cocky, close minded people.

True or False : Superman is your favorite super hero. False.

Have you ever drank Silk milk? Yeah. Well, I don’t drink it directly (or any kind of milk for that matter, ew), but I use soy in coffee drinks, cereal, or to dunk cookies or brownies or something. I tend to use vanilla almond milk more often, though.

What color is your camera? I use the camera on my phone, which is a coral iPhone XR.

When you create a survey, do you usually make the title lyrics? I don’t create surveys.

Do you play Cityville, Farmville or Frontierville on Facebook? Nope. Never got into any of those.

Do you tend to complain when its to hot out? Ugh, yes. I’m miserable when it’s hot and everyone knows it lol.

Flip flops or tennis shoes? Tennis shoes. I never wear flip flops or any kind of sandal or open toed shoe.

Do you like your fingernails long or short? They’re always barely there cause I’ve had this horrible habit all my life. Well, with the exception of the very few times I managed to stop and let them grow a decent length. Never lasted long, though.

Have you made anyone laugh today? I haven’t interacted with anyone yet today.

Would you like to go to South America? Sure.

Have you ever read Time magazine? I think so.

“Tonight we’re going to dance on the edge of the Hollywood sign”

Do you use the gel, spray or powdered deodorant? I think it’s called a solid.

Do you own a pearl necklace? No. I used to, but it broke.

Do you know anyone named Julie? No.

What's your favorite candle scent? I love the autumn scented ones.

Does anyone you know own a motorcycle? Yes.

How many different languages can you say “hello” in? Just a few. I don’t feel like thinking about how many different ones right now.

Do you like Train’s music? Yeah.

Have you ever accidentally clicked on an ad on the side of your screen? Yeah, back in the day when ads were annoying and popped up all the time. I haven’t had that issue in years.

Do you like dark or light pop/soda better? My favorite sodas are Coke and Dr. Pepper, which happen to be dark.

Have you ever been told you were a good dance? No.

Do you own one of those small, battery powered fans? I do.

When you sleep, do you like it complete silence or do you like sound? I need some sound and light, hence why I sleep with the TV on. I have it completely quiet or dark.

Was it cloudy today or clear sky? It’s supposed to be clear skies. Do you like the show Seinfiled or Friends? I never got into either one.

Would you rather have bad breath or body odor? Ew.

“I’m gonna sleep in my Snuggie tonight.”

Have you ever ridden in a hot air balloon? Noooo. I never would.

Do you hate it when people get obsessed with their boyfriend/girlfriend? I had friends who obsessively talked about their significant others and it did get quite annoying, not gonna lie.

Have you ever been to Nevada? Yes.

Are you dating the boy/girl of your dreams? I’m single.

Do you watch Glee? No, I never got into it.

Do you like coffee? I love coffee. Duh.

Do you like applesauce? Yeah. Wow, I don’t recall the last time I had any, though.

When was the last time you had a nightmare? It’s been awhile, thankfully.

Have you ever had a manicure? Once. It was for my 8th grade promotion.

Do you like graphic tees? Ha, my whole wardrobe is graphic tees. And leggings.

Are you the type of person who is always yelling? Not at all.

Do you like Willow or Jaden Smith better? I don’t have any feelings about either one.

Is anything making you mad right now? No.

Name one thing you've NEVER done but want to: Go to Hawaii.

Ever seen the movie Shark Tale? I know of it, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.

“No matter what, I’ll never stop loving you”

Do you like Italian food? I love it.

Which would you rather have: drama or no friends? I have no friends now and I’m honestly okay with it.

Do you own a black necklace? No.

Would you rather have white & crooked teeth or straight teeth that are yellow? How ‘bout straight and white teeth.

How many notifications do you have on Facebook right now? Zero.

Do you smile or laugh more? Uhh I don’t know.

Have you ever tried Nutella? Yes, and I don’t like it. <<< Saaame. I don’t get the hype.

What age did you stop watching Spongebob? I was never really into it, I just caught some episodes because my younger brother loved it as a kid.

Have you ever seen the show Boy Meets World? Yeah, I’ve seen the entire series numerous times. It’ll always be a favorite.

Have you received bad news within the past week? No.

What's your favorite color of highlighter? Yellow or orange is fine.

Do you celebrate the 4th of July? I mean, we go outside to my front yard and watch fireworks lol that’s about it.

Are you better at Math or Social Studies? Social studies. Math and I were always enemies.

Do you like the name Lindsey? Sure.

Do you have a teacher that your close to? Not anymore, but yeah I had a couple.

“We’ll go down just like Titanic”

When you eat, do you always use a napkin? Yes.

On a scale 1-10 how much do you like hot dogs? It’s one of those weird things that I have to be in the mood for, which is very, very rare. It’s not something I ever crave. I haven’t even had one in years. Although, a Costco hotdog is pretty delicious.

Have you ever been on a cruise ship? Nope.

Is your phone a flip, sliding or touch? It’s a touch-screen - most phones are nowadays. <<<

Are you okay right now? I don’t feel well.

Do you own a blue dress? No.

When you look at the person you like, does it seem like its only you two? I don’t currently like anyone in that way.

Do you like pizza crust with cheese in it? It’s good, but it’s not something I tend to get.

Do you like copy paper or lined paper better? Lined paper.

Are you listening to music? Nope.

Have you ever gone swimming in the moonlight? Nope.

Is it AM or PM right now? It’s AM.

Who is your cell phone carrier? Verizon.

Do you hate public speaking? Haaaaaate. So glad I don’t have to do speeches or presentations for school anymore. It never got any easier, it was always super anxiety inducing and dreadful for me.

Have you ever been in a band? No.

“We can go to the alligator sky”

Are you more of a follower or leader? I definitely don’t see myself as a leader.

Would you rather: write a 10 page short story or do public speaking? The 10 page paper.

Did you eat any type of fruit today? No. It’s been awhile since I’ve had any fruit. :X

Do you enjoy bowling? Nah.

Do you like the smell of rain? Yesss.

Have you ever seen or been in quicksand? No.

Do you want to get married in a church or somewhere else? I don’t want to get married.

Have you ever played hard to get? No. I’m just hard to want.

Do you go to the fair during the summer? No.

Are more mean or nice? I’m not a mean person.

Do you go tanning? I don’t ever “go” tanning, but it happens when I go to the beach.

Can you speak Spanish? Not fluently, but yes.

Is it hard for your to compliment people? Only because I’m just shy and awkward.

Are you a goodie goodie or a bad person? I was always the goodie-goodie.

Would you rather visit Chicago or New York City? New York City.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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rmnamjoons · 5 years

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Sunshine: Chapter 1 [KNJ]

summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend and roommate Namjoon for years, convinced friendship is all you’ll ever have with him. The two of you are set to go on vacation with your and Namjoon’s meddling friends, who all constantly insist on trying to set the two of you up.

pairing: Namjoon x female reader

tags: eventual smut, fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, seemingly unrequited (but actually not at all unrequited) love, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, the other members are the meddling friends

warnings for this chapter: accidental voyeurism, masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of past depression

word count for this chapter: 10.8k

[read on ao3] + my masterlist

a/n: This chapter mentions and describes Namjoon’s depression. I wrote it as having been worse in the past, and that he’s now on the road to recovery. If (short) descriptions or mentions of depression trigger you, please be careful reading if you choose to do so.

Also I characterized him as being a big eater, because he’s a big boy lol

You and Namjoon had been best friends since freshman year. You’d met each other at orientation; Namjoon was a philosophy and creative writing double major, while you were aiming for a degree in teaching English. The two of you took all of your English and core classes together, which was more than definitely what laid the foundation of the all-consuming crush you still had on him.

Neither of you were big party people. Your friend group, the six other boys, loved to have a good time, but you and Namjoon preferred to stay in, choosing to have movie nights together, cuddled up on one of your dorm room beds or, later on, on the couch in your shared apartment.

You had loved him from the day you met him. How could you not? He was tall, adorably handsome in a boy-next-door way, intelligent, funny, and, more than anything, so kind and sweet. You loved the way his deep dimples revealed themselves when he laughed and smiled wide, his eyes scrunching up in joy. You loved his deep voice that was especially gentle when talking just to you. You loved how he was nerdy and a little awkward and usually more mature and serious, but could be so silly, too. You loved all the little things only you knew about him: how ticklish he was, how he didn’t eat seafood because he loved sea animals that much, how he used to be self-conscious of his big thighs even though he’s perfectly in shape, how his depression had overwhelmed him during a large part of your sophomore and junior years, but he’d started seeing a therapist and was now well on the road to recovery.

You loved him more than anything, but he didn’t love you back. Not like you loved him, at least. You were best friends, and had been for almost six years now. You knew that he cared about you and loved you like a friend, he’d told you that enough times for you to be sure of that, but you wanted to be with him — romantically, sexually, forever — and he was oblivious, thank god. You didn’t know what you’d do if he ever found out about your stupid crush on him.

In your junior year, the two of you had moved into a two-bedroom apartment together. Your friends had teased you to no end, always insisting the two of you should just get it over with and start dating. You secretly loved when they talked like that, despite Namjoon blushing and covering his face. You loved the idea that others could see the two of you being together, and your friends most definitely did and always made sure to remind you.

Now, Namjoon was getting his masters in philosophy, and you were getting a masters in English. You both wanted to end up professors, and you sometimes fantasized about the two of you teaching in classrooms next to each other and meeting between classes, holding hands and stealing kisses. You loved to daydream about his plush lips on yours, murmuring sweet little domestic phrases, just asking about dinner or how your classes were going. It made your heart hurt, thinking about him like that. You knew he’d be such a good boyfriend.

Namjoon had had a girlfriend during senior year, two years ago, which had killed you. The girl seemed so sweet, but then after three months of you being in agony, Namjoon came home one night, heartbroken, flopping down on the couch and saying that he’d just found out that the girl had been cheating on him after agreeing to be exclusive. He’d teared up, something you hadn’t seen him do in quite some time, and you’d hugged him, stroking his hair as he held onto you, shaking as he cried.

He’d asked you if he was stupid to hope that someone would love him and only him, if he was silly for wanting something serious and “forever.” You’d assured him no, he wasn’t stupid or silly, and that there were loyal people all around him and he would eventually find someone who’d love him forever. You’d wanted so badly in that moment to say, Me! That person who will love you forever and be loyal to only you is me! but you knew it would be infinitely selfish to say that in that moment, when he was hurting.

You’d never gotten the courage after that to tell him how you felt, and now here you were, over a year and a half later, still living together as just friends. Best friends, but nothing more.

You laid in bed on your lazy Saturday morning. Namjoon also had the day off, you recalled. You checked the time, seeing it was only nine thirty, and figured he had to still be asleep. The two of you had stayed up late the night before, unwinding after making it through your midterms week.

You stretched before standing up, deciding now was as good of a time as any to make some breakfast. You were feeling crafty, deciding as you brushed your teeth and got ready that you were going to attempt to make yourself and Namjoon some pancakes.

You were stirring in the chocolate chips when you heard Namjoon’s door open, and the noise made you freeze in place. You hadn’t thought he was going to wake up this early, and you quickly looked down at yourself, only wearing very short shorts, a tank top with no bra, and an open, thin silk robe that went down to your knees.

Dropping the spoon in the bowl, you jumped and tied your robe closed, hoping to at least spare him the fact you were very braless.

He walked around the corner and you glanced over, seeing him rubbing his eyes. He was wearing just boxers and a white t-shirt, his dark brown hair a little mussed up from sleeping well, his black glasses on his face slightly crooked.

“Mmm, waffles? Pancakes? What’re you making, sunshine?” His voice was deep, warm, and grumbly in the mornings, and it made your heart melt. You smiled at his nickname for you — he’d come up with it during junior year, saying he was the moon and you were his sun, and he called you variations of that occasionally, making you fall in love with him more and more every single time.

“Pancakes,” you confirmed, back to stirring again, careful not to turn toward him. You knew your silk robe wasn’t much of a barrier; you’d been around him braless plenty of times, but never in such thin clothes.

“Smells good,” he murmured, and you felt Namjoon’s warmth behind you now, his hand on your shoulder as he peered over you at what you were making.

“I haven’t even started cooking it yet,” you laughed.

“Can I try the batter?” he asked, and you glanced back at him, eyebrow raised. He put out his bottom lip in a pout, batting his eyes at you.

“It’s not going to taste very good, but sure,” you said, holding up the spoon for him to take. Instead of taking it from you, though, he just leaned in and licked the spoon, closing his eyes as his tongue widened to lick the entire width of it, a teasing smile on his lips like he thought he was being funny.

“You’re gross,” you laughed, fighting not to bite your lip as you watched him lick his perfect plush lips where a little batter had accidentally spread.

“Tastes fine to me,” he said, giving you a look like he was proud of himself. “And it’s not gross. We eat raw cookie dough all the time.”

“That is different and you know it,” you defended, rinsing the spoon off in the sink before grabbing a small ladle for moving the batter to the frying pan currently heating up.

“Now I’m just thinking about cookies. Can you make cookies later today, sunshine? Pretty please?” Namjoon leaned against the opposite counter behind you, watching as you scooped the first batch into the pan, a soft sizzling sound filling the air.

You weren’t surprised by his request. Namjoon’s sweet tooth was insatiable — you’d once even caught him eating a spoonful of straight sugar. He was half the reason you’d loaded the pancakes with chocolate chips.

“Depends,” you said slowly, hiding your smile, still not turning around to face him as you worked. “What’s in it for me? Seems a lot like me just cooking for you all day.”

“We can get delivery for lunch and I’ll pay for it, and I’ll do all the dishes today,” he offered, and you felt like that was more than a fair trade. Besides, you would always cook for him, even without anything in return. You loved doing things like this for him; it gave you little moments where you could pretend his excited gratitude was more than just friendly.

“Deal.”

“Ah, you’re the best!” You felt him come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and squeezing. You had been in the middle of starting to flip the first pancake, which you somehow managed to not drop as you jumped slightly from his surprise hug. You felt his large, firm body pressed into your back, his big arms squeezing you, his nose pressed in against the skin behind your ear. You were so surprised, unable to even register it was happening until it was over.

He let go of you just as quickly as he’d grabbed you, stepping back. You glanced over your shoulder at him and saw him beaming, his warm smile spreading to you as well.

The two of you ate your breakfast together at your little kitchen table. Namjoon was cheerful and chatty, telling you how good your pancakes were, just as he always did when you cooked something for him. He was a big eater, and you did really enjoy cooking, so you were more than happy to cook for him whenever he wanted. Despite his best efforts, he was dreadful in the kitchen, managing to burn or break everything he touched even under careful supervision. You had originally wanted to teach him how to be self-sufficient, worried you’d moved in with a man who didn’t know anything about taking care of himself. You very quickly learned that he was perfectly self-sufficient and tidy, cleaning around the house regularly without having to be asked. It was just cooking. He couldn’t do it to save his life. You often traded chores — Namjoon offering to clean more in exchange for more of your cooking. You couldn’t complain about that. You enjoyed cooking, you enjoyed getting to eat more meals with Namjoon, he was extra sweet when you cooked his favorites, and you didn’t have to clean as much.

Namjoon ended up eating about triple the pancakes you did. Afterwards, he was leaning back in his chair, a drowsy look on his face as he rubbed his stomach with one hand.

“You look like a cartoon character who ate way too much,” you teased, watching him fighting to keep his eyes open.

“I feel like a cartoon character who ate way too much,” he grumbled. He stood, taking his plate to the kitchen, and then stumbled into the living room and collapsed facedown on the couch, letting out a long groan.

“Still want cookies? I could whip some up right now,” you said, just to hear him let out another groan.

You put your plate in the sink too. You went out to the living room and lifted Namjoon’s feet, sitting down and letting his legs fall across your lap, resting your hands on the backs of his calves.

You looked up at him, letting yourself for just a second check out his cute little ass in his boxers. You hadn’t seen so far up the back of his thighs before now, and you had to say you loved the view. His legs were so muscular, his thighs so thick — how could a man just walk around, existing looking like this?

“Y/N, don’t let me eat that much ever again,” he grumbled, pulling you from your thoughts.

“You always say that, and then the next time rolls around and you say, ‘No, it’s fine, sunshine, I know how much I can eat,’ and then this just happens again,” you said, teasing him, bringing your voice down as deep as you could for your impression of his voice.

“Ugh,” he groaned, twisting to lay on his back instead, throwing his arm across his eyes. “Your cooking’s too good, and you know I don’t have self control with your food. That’s what you’re here for.”

“To be your self control?” you said, and you looked over at his body — his t-shirt had ridden up slightly, showing off a thin line of his stomach between his shirt and boxers. One of his large hands rested on his stomach, and your mouth was all but watering just looking at the thick vein on top of it, his long fingers, how big he was…

“Exactly,” he said, and your eyes snapped back up to his face as he moved his arm away, looking at you now. Despite his grumbling, he looked happy, contented. This was one of your favorite of his habits — he talked and talked and talked, very occasionally sounding like he was complaining, but more just saying every thought that entered his head. You heard him mumbling to himself a lot around the house, and you loved it. In your eyes, he was too cute for words.

“I’m wanna nap,” Namjoon said.

“Didn’t you just wake up?” you asked, laughing at him.

“Yeah, but now I’m so full and lethargic, I just wanna sleep. We woke up too early.” He was pouting again, like a child, his eyes starting to droop closed, but he smiled when he saw you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Suit yourself,” you said, lifting his legs again to let yourself get up.

You walked into the kitchen again and turned on the sink, getting started on all the dishes you’d dirtied making your big breakfast.

“No,” Namjoon grumbled, and you heard him roll off the couch and onto the floor, moving clumsily toward you. “Don’t do the dishes, that’s my job.”

“I thought you were going to sleep,” you said, not looking back at him as you picked up the sponge and put a dollop of dish soap on it.

“I can do the dishes after I sleep. Don’t do them, Y/N.” He tried to take the sponge from your hand, but you moved it away from him.

“Why? Are you afraid I won’t make you cookies if I do the dishes?” You laughed as he tried to grab the sponge again. Turning away from him, you held the sponge at arms length away from him as he tried to reach around you and take it.

“Don’t threaten my cookies,” he said, and he eventually gave up on your game, choosing instead to grab you around your waist and pull you to him, now easily able to reach the sponge.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as he took it from you, now holding it above his head as you tried to reach up for it to take it back. You jumped, trying to grab the sponge, not realizing that your robe had fallen open.

You saw the soapy water rolling down his arm and the way he bit his lip. You knew he was ticklish and wouldn’t last with his arm up like that, sudsy water running down the sensitive skin of his arm.

Instead of jumping, you tried playing dirty. You went for his armpit, since his arm was up, after all, and tickled him. He gasped, unfortunately both bringing his arm down and squeezing the sponge in his fist in his reaction to being tickled, covering your front in soapy water in the process.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he laughed, and you were laughing too, the situation too funny to you. He put his hands up as if he wanted to help, his eyes on where the water had dripped, but he stopped as if catching himself, pulling his hands back quickly. You looked down to where he’d been looking.

Your robe had fallen open when you’d jumped, and the soapy water was glistening on your chest and through your thin tank top. It wasn’t exactly warm in your apartment right now, and the cold water was not helping, so you knew he could very clearly see your nipples through the shirt. You quickly closed the robe in front of you, feeling your whole body blushing.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground, murmuring another, “Sorry,” quietly, apologizing for looking.

“It’s fine,” you said, unable to look up at him, too. You turned around as you quickly tied the robe closed, much tighter than before, making sure to double-knot it.

Namjoon didn’t say anything else, but you heard him move and turn on the sink. When you looked back at him, you saw him starting to wash the pan you’d used to make the pancakes. His cheeks and ears were a deep shade of red, and he glanced your way when you turned around, but didn’t make eye contact.

While Namjoon washed the dishes, you went into your bedroom and put on a sports bra and then a t-shirt. You figured you’d traumatized your poor roommate enough for one day.

After that, the awkwardness of that moment quickly melted away as the two of you went through the rest of your Saturday together. Since midterms were over, you were drawing ever-closer to the spring break trip your friend group had convinced the two of you to go on. You and Namjoon agreed to go shopping tomorrow for any last minute things you’d need, like snacks and sunscreen.

The eight of you had rented a four bedroom beach house in a cheesy overly-touristy town, and were set to start out on the seven hour drive very, very early next Saturday morning. You had suggested that you all skip classes the day before, since most classes were cancelled anyway, but Jin, halfway through med school, said there was no way he would skip even a single class, so you all stayed set leaving on Saturday.

You and Namjoon were going in one car, while Jin, Yoongi, and Hoseok were in one, and the youngest three, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were in another. You had briefly discussed renting a van to drive down all together, but thought it would be wise to have multiple vehicles down there, to allow you all to be able to split off and do different things if you wanted. You were also thankful for being able to spend a lot of time with just Namjoon. You weren’t sure if you were capable of surviving a seven hour car ride with any of the younger boys, especially all of them together.

Namjoon seemed very excited about the trip. You wondered if he’d forgotten about the fact that the two of you had agreed to share a room. The argument presented by the other boys was that a five bedroom beach house was so much more expensive, and the two of you already lived together anyway, so who cares about sharing a room for a week. When Taehyung had booked the beach house, he’d assured you that you all had rooms with two double beds. So it would be fine.

That afternoon, as you started mixing together Namjoon’s favorite cookies, you briefly let your mind wander to what Namjoon would look like in just his swim trunks. You’d seen him shirtless before, but that was years ago, before he’d really started working out. He wasn’t a bodybuilder type by any means and was still the lanky boy you’d fallen in love with, but you saw the way his shirts were fitting him nowadays, how his arms and chest filled them out so well and his shoulders had become so broad. And you knew what he looked like in his thin, tight white shirts, how his chest had become so defined and almost beefy. You nearly started drooling, just thinking about his toned chest, his wide shoulders, what he’d look like if his swim trunks were low on his hips, showing off his lower stomach, his body dripping wet and glistening in the sun…

You sighed. You couldn’t do this. You needed to not think about him, because thinking about him like that just led to you wanting him when you knew you could never have him.

About five minutes after you put the cookies in the oven, Namjoon came out of his room, holding a book with his finger between the pages marking his place, his glasses falling down his button nose.

“Do I smell cookies?” he said, his smile playful and knowing.

“Yes, and I left you the bowl and spoon, if you want,” you said, motioning toward it on the counter.

“Oh, I love you,” he said, stepping forward quickly and putting his book down, picking up the bowl and spoon and getting started, running his fingers along the bowl and bringing cookie dough up to his mouth.

You smiled as you watched him. How had you gotten so lucky? Even just being his friend and roommate, you felt blessed to be able to be near him and see him in his cute moments like this. As he ate the cookie dough, he smiled up at you, closing his eyes and scrunching his nose.

“With all the sweets we’re eating today, we should make tomorrow a gym day,” you joked, leaning back against the counter.

“We could go on a hike, since it’s warmer now,” he offered. “I heard the trail at Rock Creek opened for the season.”

“Maybe we should take it easy on the hiking so close before vacation,” you said, smiling. “We could do something more chill, like the flat nature trail by the wharf, or swimming.”

“Hey, you’re the one that wanted to work out,” he said. “I’m happy gaining weight from chocolate chip cookies and pancakes.”

“Surely there’s a happy medium,” you laughed, reaching over and running a finger along the bottom of the bowl, collecting some cookie dough before bringing your finger to your mouth.

“Nope,” he said, his mouth full. “It’s cookies or hiking. No in between.”

You reached forward and pinched at his side, making him writhe and twist away.

“I thought you learned your lesson earlier about tickling me,” he laughed, stepping back out of your reach.

“I was just wiping my finger on your shirt,” you said, holding up the finger you’d used to pinch him, which you’d also just licked cookie dough off of.

“Blegh,” Namjoon whined, though you could still see his smile. He set the bowl down and licked his palm and started to reach out for you, and you took a step back, your eyes wide, still grinning.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said, putting up your hands in defense, but he moved forward, chasing you around the kitchen and out into the living room.

You ran out toward the couch, laughing as you tried to get away from him. When he caught you, he pulled you back against him, falling on the couch and pulling you down with him so that you laid across his lap.

“Caught you,” he said, breathing hard from his exertion. He smirked as he rubbed his hand he’d licked around your shirt over your stomach, which immediately shifted into him tickling your stomach as you gasped and giggled, writhing in his arms.

“No!” you laughed, closing your eyes and trying to twist away.

“This is payback!” He tickled your stomach ruthlessly, holding onto you when you instinctively tried to twist away from him, though your heart was soaring right now.

“I made you cookies!” you cried, and that made Namjoon stop and seem to consider for a moment.

You took the brief pause as a moment to catch your breath. You were gasping, still laying across his lap, and looking up at him you were certain he’d never looked more beautiful to you.

“You’re right,” Namjoon said, nodding. “How can you ever forgive me?”

“You have to do the dishes forever,” you said, crossing your arms. You knew you must look ridiculous, laying in his lap like this and attempting to be serious, but you tried to ignore that.

“I already do all the dishes. Try again.”

“Hmm… You’ll have to buy me something nice while we’re at the beach.”

“Fine,” he said, and he pulled you up, turning you and setting you upright on the couch. “Set your price.”

“Five hundred dollars,” you said, smiling, and Namjoon snorted.

“Set a better price.”

“Okay, okay. How about like twenty dollars?” You batted your eyelashes at him and pouted, and he looked down, almost looking bashful with his small smile.

“I’m willing to go a little higher than that, but okay. I’ll let you pick out whatever you want, to repent for my sins.”

“We’ll have to do that when we’re off on our own, otherwise the boys will see and think you’re my sugar daddy, and they will never let us live that one down,” you said, moving to sit crosslegged. The two of you were still sitting close to each other, your knee against his leg.

“Oh, god, you’re right,” he said, making a face. “They still haven’t let us forget about that Halloween where I was a vampire and you were a vampire victim. What were we thinking?”

“I thought it was a fun idea! Halloween is gory and fun!” you defended, and Namjoon laughed.

“Your outfit did not help,” he said, and you smiled, remembering the white low-cut dress you’d worn and how you’d covered your neck in fake blood that had been way runnier than you’d expected and accidentally dripped down your chest. You’d thought it was fun and that you looked like the classic Dracula victim from old horror movies, while Namjoon had dressed as a stereotypical vampire, with the cape, fake teeth, his dark hair slicked back, fake blood coming out of the corners of his mouth. But your friends, especially the younger boys, had taken your costumes as written confessions of the two of you secretly fucking. Maybe you had secretly wanted people to think you were together, but that didn’t mean you wanted the boys to tease you and Namjoon to no end.

“What are you trying to say about my outfit?” you said, crossing you arms in fake offense. You remembered Taehyung had said you’d looked like a porn star, to which Namjoon had smacked the back of his head and made him apologize. You knew your outfit had made an impression, to say the least.

“You looked like the damsel on the cover of an old horror romance novel,” he tried to defend, though you weren't sure where he was going with that. “The kids were already excited about us dressing like a couple, and on top of that you wore something you normally wouldn’t, which got them all excited. I think a few of them have crushes on you.”

“I think a few of them have crushes on you, too,” you combatted. You were very convinced that Jin and Jungkook were both in love with Namjoon, though that may just be you projecting your own feelings onto them.

“Oh, come on. Nobody has a crush on me,” Namjoon said, rolling his eyes.

You threw a pillow at him. “No being mean to yourself allowed in this house,” you said, making him laugh.

“I’m not being mean, it’s just the truth,” he said, but you could see a sadness in his eyes.

Namjoon cleared his throat, sitting up straighter, now hugging the pillow you’d thrown at him.

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked. You let him change the topic, since he was clearly uncomfortable with the one you had been on.

“You mean you want something besides chocolate chip cookies?” you said, fake-gasping.

“As good as they are, I really want something savory. How about Chinese? I’ll get it this time.” Namjoon seemed much more relaxed now already, which you were grateful for. You knew he could be kind of sensitive sometimes, turning in on himself and withdrawing when he felt bad.

“Takeout again? And you already paid for my lunch. My my, are you made of money?” you teased.

“You’re right. The seven dollars I’d spend on your dinner would absolutely break me,” Namjoon laughed, and you watched as he stood up, walking over to the kitchen where the two of you kept takeout menus. “Besides, we can’t go grocery shopping so close before a trip. It would all go to waste.”

“We’re not leaving for another week!” you called back, laughing at his attempt at logic.

“Too late, I already picked up the menu,” he said, walking back over with the menu to your and his favorite Chinese place. “Do you want your usual?”

“Yes, please, and thank you, Joonie,” you said, closing your eyes and giving him a big smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, and he ruffled your hair as if you were a child before dialing up the restaurant on his phone.

You loved him so much, sometimes you couldn’t stand it. The two of you hadn’t spent a whole day together like this in so long, and you’d seen even less of each other than normal during midterms. You’d missed him, missed having time together like this.

As Namjoon made the call for your dinner to be delivered, you pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs as you watched him pacing. You were so comfortable together. Dating him, being with him, would be so easy. So few changes would happen — just adding sex and more affection to your already wonderful relationship. You wanted him so badly, your heart yearned for it, for him.

You wondered what kind of world you’d have to live in or what version of yourself you’d have to be for Namjoon to want you. A man like him would never want you. You were smart, but he was a genius. You were okay looking, but he was gorgeous. You tried to be a nice person, but he was so genuinely kind-hearted and good. He was just better than you. You knew he deserved the best of the best in all aspects of his life, and you wanted to give that to him, but you couldn’t help feeling like he deserved better than you. It didn’t matter anyway, because he’d never like you.

After Namjoon ordered your food, you got the cookies out of the oven and started a movie. You couldn’t believe he’d never seen The Little Mermaid, and you’d teased him, saying he’d love it because it had a crab character. You weren’t very far in when your meals arrived, and Namjoon paused the movie, saying he didn’t want to miss anything.

Namjoon ended up loving the movie, just like you knew he would. He always got so invested in movies, it was adorable.

The two of you sat on the couch, his arm thrown over the back of it, resting just above your shoulders. Your legs were bent, your knees resting on Namjoon’s legs. You weren’t quite cuddling, but to you, this was everything.

At the end of the movie, Namjoon put his hand on your knee.

“That was fun. I can’t believe I hadn’t seen it,” he said, and you could only think about his big hand on your bare skin.

“I knew you’d like it. You love silly things,” you said, smirking.

“Yeah, that’s why I love you, sunshine,” he teased right back, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Wow,” you said flatly, pretending to be offended, but you couldn’t stop repeating what he’d said over and over in your head. You knew he’d been joking, but god, it felt good to hear him say those words.

“Want to watch another one?” Namjoon asked, picking up his phone. “It’s only nine. We could make it a mini-Disney marathon.”

“Sure,” you said, nodding. Your brain wasn’t working too good right now, so maybe picking another movie instead of talking to him would be a good idea.

“Is there one you haven’t seen?” he said, now scrolling through the on-demand list of Disney movies.

“I think I’ve seen most of them, but I haven’t seen any of the older ones in a really long time,” you said, attempting to focus. That’s why I love you, sunshine. Oh, god.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Cinderella,” he said, stopping on that one. “I mean, I’m sure I did when I was little. I don’t really remember it though, outside of pop culture, obviously.”

“That sounds good,” you said quickly, nodding eagerly. I love you, sunshine. You kept repeating what he’d said, hearing his deep rumbly voice in your head again and again. Why were you acting like this? You’d heard him say that before, though never with his petname for you at the same time. Why did it feel so much better now, cuddled up with him like this?

“I’m gonna grab some cookies real quick,” he said, hopping up.

“Okay,” you said, your voice dazed.

While he was in the kitchen, you picked up your phone from the coffee table, checking it for the first time in hours.

The group chat you had with your friends had blown up while you and Namjoon had been off on your own. You tried scrolling back to the beginning, but gave up halfway through and started just reading whatever and hoping you’d figure it out from the context.

7:44 - Taetae: i bet they’re fucking asdlkfjdslkj

7:46 - Taetae: i just tried texting both of them individually and neither answered. they Fuckin

7:46 - JK: joon’s finally giving it to her 😩🍆💦

7:46 - Yoongi: please remove me from this group chat

7:47 - Chimchim: guys what if they’re dead

7:47 - Taetae: joon’s giving his sunny THAT D

7:48 - Yoongi: i am begging you all to stop

7:49 - Chimchim: guys i’m really worried, what if something happened

7:50 - JK: oh we already know what’s happening

7:50 - Hobi: leave them alone guys, mom and dad deserve a break too

You started scrolling down through the chat faster, just skimming. You could see that when you’d finished your movie and Namjoon had checked his phone, he’d finally texted them and put Jimin out of his misery.

8:54 - Joonie: jimin, we’re fine. and no we’re not fucking

8:54 - Taetae: IT LIVES

8:54 - JK: finally stopping for a break, tiger? i’m sure y/n needs one, you’ve been gone a while 😉

8:55 - Joonie: shut up

8:55 - Chimchim: aww he’s sensitive

8:56 - Joonie: says the guy who spent the last hour crying because his friends didn’t text him back fast enough?

8:56 - Taetae: OOF 🔥

8:56 - Hobi: goddamn joon

With that, you had caught up, though you’d skipped more than eighty percent of the chat. You had a feeling you hadn’t missed much.

8:59 - y/n: awww did little baby jimin get his feelings hurt?

8:59 - Chimchim: not you too mom!!!

8:59 - Taetae: 😭😭😭

You heard Namjoon snort in the kitchen as he read your text. He came back out then, carrying a plate he’d piled up with cookies that he laid on his legs as he sat down right beside you.

Namjoon took the remote and started the movie, and leaned back, taking a picture with his phone of the plate of cookies, the Disney logo on the screen, and both his and your legs propped up on the coffee table, and then sent that to the chat.

8:59 - Joonie: this is what we were doing, by the way

9:00 - JK: MOM AND DAD ARE HAVING DATE NIGHT

9:00 - Hobi: if you meant for that to make them stop making fun of you guys, you do not know them at all

9:01 - Taetae: you guys are too cute i’m actually throwing up

9:02 - Yoongi: aww, congrats to the happy couple

9:02 - y/n: wow

“Did you mean for that to help our case?” you laughed, scrolling back up to the picture he’d sent.

“I thought it would,” he said, shrugging. “We’re not doing anything bad, like they were saying.”

“We’re gonna hear about this one a lot next week,” you said, laughing as you tossed your phone aside.

The movie wasn’t very long, but about halfway through, you caught yourself dozing off. You snuggled in beside Namjoon, leaning on his arm.

God, he was so comfortable, and so so warm. You’d almost forgotten that he was like a furnace, the heat radiating off of him and making you even drowsier. Snuggling with him on the couch felt so natural; even in your mostly asleep state, you felt so happy and contented, knowing you were doing something rare and special, cuddling with him like this as you drifted off to sleep.

A while later, you were vaguely aware the movie was ending in the background. You suddenly became much more aware, however, when your sleepy brain realized you were hugging Namjoon’s arm like a teddy bear, possibly drooling on his sleeve.

You shifted away from him, rubbing your eyes with your hands.

“Well, hello, Sleeping Beauty,” Namjoon said, looking over at you as he turned off the television.

“Wrong movie,” you mumbled, not able to fully open your eyes yet.

Namjoon set the mostly empty plate of cookies on the coffee table and stood, turning to you and offering both hands to help you up. You took them, and he pulled you to your feet just a little too fast, making you wobble.

Namjoon put his arm around your waist, steadying you.

“Easy there, Bambi,” he said, and you wanted to hit his arm.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you mumbled, hiding the small smile now on your face.

“Okay, okay,” he said, and he stepped around the couch, carrying the cookie plate to the kitchen. You watched him as he walked, admiring the movement of his hips, the way his muscles in his legs moved, the large expanse of his back and wide shoulders.

You decided that tonight was going to be special.

Grabbing your phone and telling Namjoon goodnight, you headed straight to your room. You were still sleepy, but you wanted to do something that would help you sleep even better.

You locked your door and went to you underwear drawer, pulling out your trusty vibrator. You hadn’t used it in weeks, but what the hell, why not treat yourself? Namjoon had been extra sexy today, so you deserved it.

You took off your shorts and laid down on your bed. Letting your eyes fall closed, you thought about Namjoon’s large hands, his long fingers, the thick vein on the top of his right hand that you always loved to stare at. You touched your breasts, squirming slightly as you imagined it was his big hands instead of your small ones, his body on top of yours as he touched you.

You trailed your hand down your stomach, letting your fingertips trail over your skin as you bit your lip in anticipation. Ducking your hand down below your panties, you rubbed two fingers around your clit, already wet just from being near Namjoon all day and thinking about him like this.

You thought about his plush lips and the way his jaw moved when he ate. Fuck, how could a man look that good eating? You always wished you could push his plate onto the floor, lay down on the table in front of him with your legs spread open, and tell him to keep eating.

Thinking about his tongue, you slid your panties off and turned your vibrator on.

Living with your parents, in a dorm with thin walls, and then here with Namjoon, you knew how to be quiet. You sometimes struggled when you used your toy, though, especially when you were worked up thinking about Namjoon and his long fingers and big soft lips, or trying to imagine what his cock looked like.

You let out a small whimper as you slid your vibrator inside your pussy. It wasn’t very big, but you slid it in and out while rubbing your clit, and you kept your eyes closed tight, thinking about vague parts of Namjoon’s body — his warm, expressive eyes, his wide shoulders, how damn big he was, his deep honey voice.

“Namjoon,” you hummed, just barely audible, and you raised your hips off the bed, fucking yourself on your vibrator as if you were moving underneath him.

You tried to imagine what his cock would look like, feel like. You knew he was big — you’d seen him in his light gray sweatpants enough times to know that much. Besides, he was by far the tallest in your friend group, and with those big hands and his big feet, he had to at least be proportional. You imagined his thick, velvety cock pounding into you, stretching you out, fucking you so hard and you let out a whimper, pushing your vibrator deeper, searching out your g-spot as you moved your fingers on your clit faster and harder.

You didn’t last long. Thinking about that morning, when he’d hugged you from behind and tickled you and everything else he’d done, you imagined him bending you over your kitchen table and that made you fall over the edge, gasping silently, the vibrator quickly becoming way too much stimuli for your sensitive body.

You took in deep, shaky breaths, still slowly moving your fingers around your clit, drawing out your pleasure.

You let yourself relax for a few moments before getting up to go to the bathroom and clean up. You slid your shorts back on, made sure nothing looked too out of place, and then unlocked your door and went back out into your and Namjoon’s shared space, on your way to the one bathroom you had in the apartment.

It would be just your luck that Namjoon had decided to take a shower.

You sighed, turning to go back to your room to wait for him to finish, but just as you started to turn away, you heard him.

Namjoon was moaning.

You raised your eyebrows about to your hairline, your lips parting as you realized exactly what he was doing in your shared shower. His moans were steady, almost as if with every exhale. He sounded like he was close.

You felt a new rush of wetness in your pussy, your mouth falling open as you listened to his absolutely obscene sounds. You were pretty sure you could go back into your bedroom and go for round two right now. But you didn’t. You hated yourself for it, but you were frozen in place, listening to his sounds through the thin bathroom door.

You took a small step closer, not quite pressing your ear to the door. You could almost hear the sound of his fist moving hard on his length, his pace brutal at this point as his moans echoed off the tile walls over the sound of the running water. Fuck, why did he moan so loud? He was killing you, he sounded so good. You squeezed your legs together where you stood, your breath catching in your throat.

“Mmm, baby, just like that…” Namjoon’s deep voice groaned.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Was he imagining someone? You weren't sure you could bear to listen to this; the jealousy would kill you if you knew for a fact he was actively fantasizing about other people. You liked to live in your fantasy world, frozen in time, where Namjoon wasn’t interested in anybody and nobody besides you was interested in him. You knew he’d never want you, but if you had nothing to spark your jealousy, you were happy enough.

He kept moaning, and you bit your lip.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking good…”

Your heart might’ve just stopped. What the fuck?

“Mmm, oh… Good girl. Fuck, baby, I’m so close…” He kept moaning, his deep voice raising slightly in pitch, his breathing coming faster. “Y/N…” He stuttered out your name as he came, letting out a long groan, his breathing ragged. He sounded like he’d cum hard, and you could just imagine him: eyes squeezed closed, his mouth open as he breathed hard, his skin flushed from his exertion, the water from the shower dripping down his perfect naked body.

You heard him sigh, and you decided that was your cue to skitter back to your room and hide, locking your door behind you.

You weren't sure your brain was processing things properly right now. That had to have been a dream, or some extended fantasy from when you’d masturbated. Maybe you’d passed out with your vibrator still in your pussy, and this was your desperate mind reacting to that, like a vibrator-induced horny fever dream. That had to be what happened.

You sat on the edge of your bed. You were throbbing for him, your pussy practically dripping down your legs.

Fuck it.

You laid back on your bed. You didn’t bother with the vibrator this time, instead going straight for pushing three fingers into yourself, curling them as deep as you could as you brought your other hand down to rub your clit. You knew your poor clit was going to be sore tomorrow, and you didn’t care.

You played the sounds he’d made over and over in your head, the deep timber of his voice, the way he’d said your fucking name as he’d cum. You tried to imagine his cock as he stroked it. You wondered if he’d cum on your shower tiles or onto his hand, or maybe up onto his stomach. You wanted him to shoot his hot cum all over your face, or stuff you full of it as he pounded into you.

You imagined yourself in the shower with him, on your knees under the spray of the warm water. You wanted to lick his cum off of his stomach. You wanted to take his cock in your mouth and look up at him with big innocent eyes as you took all of him, your nose pressing into his pubic hair as the head of his cock pressed into the back of your throat. You’d draw from him the same noises he’d made touching himself, and he wouldn’t be able to help himself; he’d grab your head with both hands and fuck your mouth, and you’d take him, you’d do whatever he wanted, because you were his and always would be.

You murmured his name, over and over like a prayer as you fucked yourself on your fingers. Your whole body shook when you came — you gasped loudly, probably too loud, and moved your fingers steadily, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm you could, imagining Namjoon’s face in pleasure as your back arched up off the bed, your toes curling from your earth-shattering orgasm.

You laid on your bed, your chest rising and falling lazily as you let your mind wander over what you’d heard.

There was no way. You had to have misheard him, or imagined it, or, or… something. Or, if you hadn’t misheard, there was no way he meant it. Maybe it was real, but he was just having something like a sex dream. People couldn’t help what they thought of in those, right? You’d had a sex dream about Jungkook once, and you most definitely had not meant or wanted that. That’s probably what it was. It had to be.

You heard Namjoon walking around, closing the door to the bathroom and walking into his room. You’d seen him make that journey a few times, though you always made sure not to look. He always liked to get dressed in his room, so he just wore a towel wrapped low around his hips. The very few times you’d dared a short glance, you’d seen his back, glistening with water from his shower. You imagined him now like that, shirtless, dripping wet, only the thin little white towel blocking your view of his perfect body.

You were not going to sleep that night, you already knew it.

You got up and finally went to the bathroom to clean up, pee, and get ready for bed.

As you sat on the toilet, you stared at the shower, where Namjoon had just been, moaning your name as he came. Had he needed to take a moment to clean his cum off of those shower tiles? It hadn’t even been ten minutes since your best friend, the man you were in love with, had moaned your name right there.

You washed your hands, put on lotion, and brushed your teeth, glancing over at the shower every few moments. You still just couldn’t believe it. It felt too unreal.

“Hey, you,” Namjoon’s deep voice suddenly said, pushing open the bathroom door you’d cracked while brushing your teeth. His voice was deeper than usual, undoubtably in his post-orgasm haze, and you could not make yourself look at him.

“Hey!” you said, way too peppy, overcompensating for how awkward you felt as you stared down at the sink. You spat out your toothpaste and rinsed your mouth out while Namjoon moved behind you, reaching around you to pick up his own toothbrush.

“You smell good,” he said, probably trying to kill you, you figured.

“Oh, uh, I just put on lotion.” You pointed to your side of the counter at your scented lotion.

“Hmm,” he said, his toothbrush now in his mouth, and you finally let yourself look up at his face.

He was absolutely glowing, which you figured was normal, considering what he’d just done, but you swore you had never been more attracted to him than this exact moment. His skin looked so healthy, his expression relaxed and contented, his eyes meeting yours and giving you a warm smile. The t-shirt he’d thrown on showed off those wide shoulders you loved so much. His mouth was slightly open as he brushed his teeth, his plump lips taunting you. Maybe his pheromones were mixing in the air with yours or something, but Christ, he looked like sex on legs.

“Good night,” you said quickly, and you ducked out of the room and ran back to your bedroom, away from that awful, sexy, shameless man.

~:~:~

The next morning, you laid in your bed for at least an hour after waking up.

There was no way you’d be able to face him after last night. You still couldn’t believe him, what he’d done, and how right afterwards he’d pretended like everything was normal. You didn’t even let yourself think about him jacking off in the shower while moaning your name — you were now focused on how he’d been so casual afterwards.

The two of you were supposed to go shopping today. You wondered if you could pretend to be sick, though you figured you’d have to eventually face him. God, how were you supposed to share a room with him next week?

You got out of bed and quickly ran to the bathroom, hoping to not run into him on the way there. Maybe you’d be lucky, and Namjoon would have something going on today that he’d forgotten about.

You got ready and begrudgingly went out into your shared living space. You saw Namjoon, surprisingly already awake, and in the kitchen, even more surprisingly. He was standing in front of the stovetop, and… oh no.

“Woah,” you said, stepping closer cautiously. “Are you cooking?”

“Hey, morning, sunshine,” he said happily, looking up at you. He was making scrambled eggs, which actually didn’t look terrible. “I’m making us some breakfast before we head out. You wanted to go to the outlets, right?”

You vaguely remembered mentioning the outlet mall to him, but had forgotten about that completely in the last twenty-four hours. The outlets were about a half an hour away, which meant time alone in a car, with him.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you said weakly.

“I’m excited. I realized the other day that I don’t actually have any swim trunks that fit anymore, so I really need to get some. Plus I want some Hawaiian shirts. I really want to embrace this cheesy tourist vibe you told us this town has. Maybe I’ll buy a fanny pack.”

You snorted. You should’ve figured Namjoon’s silliness would immediately take away any awkwardness you felt.

“If you get one, I’ll get one too. We can match.”

“Perfect,” he said, beaming at you. He picked up one of the plates he’d set out and scooped half of the scrambled eggs onto it. He’d made what looked like enough for an army, and you most certainly did not need half of that much, but you thanked him anyway and took your plate over to the table.

You ate together happily, calmly, your conversation friendly and normal. As if you both hadn’t masturbated less than twelve hours ago while moaning each other’s names. You wondered briefly how Namjoon would’ve reacted if your roles were reversed, if he had been the one to hear you instead, but you quickly pushed that thought away.

After breakfast, you got dressed and ready for the day. You felt an urge to look extra pretty today, thinking you’d give Namjoon something to moan about if he was going to make a habit of masturbating while thinking of you. Why had he done that yesterday of all days? You’d just laid around all day in pajamas, eating junk food and joking around. If you had been at a party or something where you were wearing a short dress, then yeah, that might make a little more sense. Whatever! It didn’t have to make sense in your mind. You figured it was a fluke anyway, so what did it matter what his reasoning was?

You dolled yourself up with makeup, putting on way more than usual, as if you were going to a job interview or something important. Unlike a job interview, however, you wore a tight little pink crop top and tiny high-waisted shorts, and tied a black choker around your neck. You let your hair stay down, but pinned a few strands back, framing your face. You were going for a sex doll kind of look today, hoping Namjoon would appreciate it.

“Ready?” you called out as you left your room, closing your door behind you.

“Yeah,” Namjoon said, standing in the living room looking at his phone.

When he looked up at you, you swore he did an honest to god double take. You watched his eyes widen and move down your body before snapping back up to your face, as if he’d caught himself doing something he shouldn’t by looking at you.

You left for the outlets, stopping on your way to get Starbucks through the drive-thru. Namjoon paid, again, and you wondered if this Twilight Zone world you’d woken up in yesterday — with him paying for everything and tickling you and jacking off to you — was just going to be your new normal.

You drove, and Namjoon played his music. You both liked rap, though Namjoon was the one who introduced you to a lot of the songs you liked, while he liked exploring more deeply on his own. You talked some over the music, about your plans for the beach, your friends, dinner — just casual, friendly things.

You glanced his way more than a few times when you sat at stoplights. He was in light jeans that fit his big thighs so well, a thin t-shirt that showed off his toned chest, and he was wearing his glasses again today, which you loved. He’d put just a little product in his hair, smoothing it all back off of his forehead, and you wanted to run both of your hands through his perfect hair.

By the time you got to the outlet, it had started to rain, which both of you had not planned for at all. The outlet was an outdoor mall, and Namjoon offered to run into a store and buy an umbrella, but you figured the rain probably wouldn’t last too long anyway. You decided together that you could just run to the first store and wait there until the worst of it passed.

You ran, which you struggled to do in your sandals. Namjoon reached back and grabbed your hand, laughing and urging you to run faster. You were soaked by the time you got to the first store, gasping and laughing together as you dripped in the store’s entrance, the AC making you both shiver.

And there he was, you thought. Namjoon was standing there, looking like a marble statue, his hair wet, his warm skin glistening, his t-shirt soaked through, almost revealing the details and lines of his muscles. How could anyone look that good? You were sure you looked like a wet mop right now, and he looked like a god.

The store you’d ducked into had a bathing suit section, so you figured this was a good a place as any to start your shopping day. Namjoon picked out a few swim trunks, and you held up a few bikinis in front of yourself as you stood in front of the mirror.

“You should get that one,” Namjoon said as he walked up, motioning toward the little pink bikini one you were currently holding up in front of yourself.

“What makes you say that?” you dared to say, instantly regretting it. That was way too forward, too flirtatious, too awkward. It was one thing for a friend to say something like what he’d said to a friend, it was another for you to flirtatiously ask his reasoning behind it.

“‘Cause it’s cute, sunshine,” he said, wrinkling his nose. You watched him sigh, looking around the store like he was trying to act casual. “It’d look good on you.”

You bit your lip instead of responding. Why were you being like this? For fuck’s sake.

You held on to that bikini as you returned the others, and also picked up a red one-piece bathing suit that reminded you of a 1950’s pinup girl. You decided to let that one be a surprise for Namjoon when you all got to the beach.

You continued shopping for about an hour. You bought two sundresses and a romper, and Namjoon found some awful Hawaiian shirts that made his eyes light up in delight at the tackiness. You insisted he also buy one normal shirt to wear at some point on your trip, just in case you went somewhere nicer.

As you carried your bags back to the car, Namjoon swung his bags in his hands, humming to himself happily. You hadn’t seen him this peppy in a long time. You still remembered what it had been like, back during his darkest times. How even when he’d managed to smile, it never reached his eyes. You were thankful every day for the therapist he’d started going to, who he still saw every week, and for the medication he’d started. He was so much more himself now, his love and joy for life making him glow, filling the people around him, too. He deserved to be this happy.

“What do you want for lunch, sunshine?” he asked, smiling and looking at you over the car as you put your bags on the back seat.

“You pick. I’m so hungry, I’ll eat anything.” You got into the driver’s seat and turned on the car, quickly turning the AC on full blast to combat the post-rain humidity.

“There’s a steakhouse down the road,” he suggested as he buckled his seatbelt.

“I’m not sure it’ll be open at two on a Sunday, but let’s go find out,” you said, looking over at him and seeing him smiling contentedly to himself.

It was open, as it turned out, and Namjoon got a huge steak and two sides and ate every bit of it. You smiled as you watched him. He was so cute sometimes, your heart couldn’t take it. You watched the way he ate, how his cheeks puffed out with big bites of food that made him look like a little chipmunk. You felt lucky, just knowing him.

Namjoon insisted on paying for your meal, yet again, and you were not going to let him but he slipped his credit card to the waiter before you could even try to stop him.

“Joon, you can’t keep doing that,” you whined, wanting to kick him under the table.

“Why not? I can’t treat my friend?” He made a face at you, teasing as always, and you rolled your eyes.

“This is the third meal in a row you’ve treated me to. Four, if we count you making breakfast this morning, which was very unlike you.”

“What can I say? I’ve been in a very giving mood lately.” His defense was weak, and you both knew it.

“You keep doing this, I’m gonna tell the group chat that you’re my sugar daddy. I bet that’ll make you stop paying for everything real quick, just to get them to shut up.”

“You wouldn’t,” he said, scoffing.

“Oh yeah?” You picked up your phone. You read aloud slowly as you typed out a long message: “Guys, you will not believe this. Daddy Joonie took me shopping today and bought me a big steak lunch—”

Namjoon’s hand dove forward, trying to grab the phone out of your hand, but you turned away, keeping it out of his reach as you continued typing, not taking your eyes off your phone as you grinned wildly.

“I really am Daddy’s little princess. Do you guys want to see what else he bought me? Daddy told me that he was the only one who gets to see me in it, but I feel like being bad—”

“If you send that, you are sleeping outside on our trip,” Namjoon said, shaking his head, a shocked smile on his face.

“Sent,” you said, smirking and holding up your phone, showing him the large blue chat bubble.

“Fuck,” Namjoon said under his breath, scrambling to pull out his phone to see it with his own eyes. You giggled as he glanced up at you with wide, fearful eyes when he felt his phone vibrating from the notification.

Namjoon looked at his phone for a moment before rolling his eyes.

“You fucking brat,” he said, smiling and shaking his head. You’d sent it only to him, not the group chat, just to give him that little heart attack.

“That was a warning shot,” you said, trying to maintain your seriousness despite your giggles.

“Message received,” he said, slumping back against the booth. “I thought most people liked getting free food. I didn’t know you’d play so dirty.”

“That was nothing. Keep this shit up, and I’ll write you handwritten love letters describing our torrid affair like a porn novel, and leave them out on the kitchen table in the beach house.”

“Two can play this game,” Namjoon said, feeling bold now as he smirked and sat up again. “You remember my poetry, back in the day? I’ll write you graphic, sexual love poems and send them to the chat and say it was an accident, that I’d meant to send them just to you. I can get really descriptive, you know.”

“I’ll sit in your lap the first meal we eat together down there and make you feed me.”

“I’ll pull you down in my lap the first meal we eat together and feed you.”

“I’ll text Taehyung and ask him if he wants a three-way.”

Namjoon made a face at that, and you laughed.

“You don’t want a three-way with me and Tae?” you teased.

“I don’t like sharing,” he grumbled.

Namjoon had said that right as the waiter dropped the bill and his card off, giving you the cover you needed to mentally process that little tidbit he’d just shared with the class. ‘I don’t like sharing?’ What the fuck?

You were convinced at this point that Namjoon knew you’d masturbated to him last night and was just trying to kill you. Though that didn’t really explain all the things he’d said and done before that yesterday. Maybe he could suddenly read minds, and knew you were in love with him and just wanted to torture you with all these little things he kept saying and doing. That had to be it.

You were certain you weren’t going to survive your vacation.

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First Kisses: Westallen AU

Inspired by a true story in which my older brother recruited my older sister to go after a kid who kissed me at a wedding when I was four and popped his balloon in retaliation. I have no recollection of it but they both tell the story every few years lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Special thanks to @barryslightningrod for inspiring me to turn it into a WA fic! Hope you guys like it! <3

Barry fidgeted with his bow tie for the hundredth time, grunting in frustration. His stubby little fingers tried to wrench it off but to no avail. It didn’t help that he was fighting to keep a firm grip on his red balloon. He knew his mother wanted him to look spiffy for his cousin's wedding but he wondered why wearing a cloth that choked him had to be a part of that.

"Oh, Barry."

He heard an amused chuckle from above and saw his mother approach with a bright smile. Her eyes twinkled in the light and even though he was annoyed with her for making him wear such a monstrosity, he couldn't help but sheepishly let go of the bow tie.

"Mommy, I don't want to wear this anymore," he whined.

She crouched down to his level and swiftly took it off. "There. All better?"

Barry smiled brightly and nodded vigorously. "Thanks, mommy!"

And before she could get out another word, he flashed off to where he saw the other kids chasing butterflies.

As he approached, he noticed a little girl in a frilly lavender dress with a flower crown atop her head. He was so captivated by her beauty that he slowed his steps as he took her in. He cocked his head to the side listening to her tinkling laugh as her eyes shone brightly. Her brown skin was so pretty and looked nice against the color of her dress and wondered why he didn't have the same pretty color himself.

He slowly approached her, his balloon still clutched in his hand, bobbing around. When he got closer, she turned around and looked at him curiously before smiling wide.

"Hi, I'm Iris!"

He doesn't say anything suddenly nervous and at a loss for words. His mom and dad would always say he had a tendency of never catching a breath as he chattered endlessly. They would sure eat their words if they were to see him now.

When he doesn't say anything, she prompted him. "What's your name?"

"I-I'm Barry," he replied softly.

Her eyes lit up and Barry felt his heart jump in his chest in a way he never felt before.

"Hi, Barry! It's very nice to meet you," she said politely, sticking her hand out to him.

He was caught in her smiling eyes that before he knew what he was doing he leaned in and planted one right on her lips, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn't know how long he kissed her but it felt forever before he jerked back, eyes wide.

She looked at him strangely and Barry could feel his cheeks burn bright. They may have been as bright as his balloon. He thought this is what people did when they liked each other, but clearly, she didn’t like him back. To save face, he thrust the balloon into her hand and ran off.

He ran back to his mom and climbed onto her lap, burrowing there for safety. Maybe if he stayed with her long enough, he could forget about the whole thing.

His mother had gotten him another balloon not too long after. Perhaps she had assumed his distress was as a result of his absent balloon and Barry was not about to correct her. It wasn't long before Barry forgot the incident and entertained himself with his balloon. He had run off to play with his cousins and was in the middle of showing it to one of them when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around curiously and saw tall a tall, dark-skinned boy, who looked to be about a couple of years older than himself. He had pretty skin like the beautiful girl he had seen earlier and looked up at him in awe. But then he caught sight of the frown on the boy's face.

"Hey, don't kiss my sister!"

"Uh…huh?" Barry asked in confusion.

"I said, don't kiss my sister!"

And before Barry knew what was happening, the older boy grabbed Barry's balloon from him and stomped on it.

Barry was too puzzled and taken aback to say anything as the tall boy stomped on it until the aluminum popped and deflated. He only looked on with wide, curious eyes as the boy turned to him and pointed threateningly at him.

"That was a warning."

Barry looked down at his empty hands and then at the boy's retreating figure. He stood in shock for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and running off to catch up with his cousin.

Little did he know that boy would one day become one of his best friends.

Twelve Years Later

"Dude, I am so going to end you!"

Barry bit his tongue as he pressed harder on the buttons of his control. "Keep telling yourself that," he retorted as he tilted his body as if he was in the game.

His car was miles ahead of Wally's on the screen and he had no doubt he was going to win the game without effort. After all, he wasn't known as the Fastest Man Alive for nothing. True, most people referred to him as that when he was out on the track, but still…

Barry concentrated on the screen, sitting at the edge of the couch, tasting the victory when Wally casually made a remark.

"Iris asked about you the other day."

Barry's grip on his control loosened as he turned to look at Wally with wide eyes.

"Wha.…?"

But Wally only smirked at the screen ahead before jumping up in his seat.

"Hah! Suckerrrrrrr!"

Barry whipped back around to look at the screen only to see Wally's car zipping past his and towards the finish line.

"You've got to be kidding me," Barry grumbled.

"Hey, you snooze, you lose Also, when are you going to tell my sister you're in love with her?"

Barry tossed aside his remote control and lunged at Wally. The boys wrestled on the living room floor, taking turns on gaining the upper hand that they didn't notice the presence at the doorway.

"Hope I'm not interrupting the lovefest over here."

Barry's body jerked in surprise before roughly pushing Wally aside. He could feel his already heated cheeks burn as he meets Iris's twinkling eyes.

"Iris," he breathed, his chest rising and falling from the exertion. "H-hey, hi."

"Hey-hi, yourself," she replied, plopping down on the sofa chair across from them. "What was it this time?"

Wally straightened up with a smirk and turned a sly gaze toward Barry. "Barry's just a sucker."

While Barry turned a glare his way, Iris tossed a square pillow against Wally's chest.

"Oh, like you're not?"

"Nope," he chuckled. "Not like Barry. See, he's--"

"OK! I think that's enough of the fun," Barry interjected, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm going to get some ice cream. Iris, mint chip?" he asked without thinking.

"Yes, please!"

He shuffled away, fully aware of his slip-up and the fact that his skin was probably beat red at this point. He was rummaging in the freezer, looking for Iris's favorite ice cream when he felt a presence in the room. He closed the door shut to be met with Wally's smug face.

"Can we not do this right now?" Barry grumbled, pulling a bowl down from the cabinet.

Wally shook his head and let out a sigh. "Dude, you've been in love with my sister since we were like what? Five, six? It's about time to just come out with it."

"I can't. It's going to ruin everything," he said morosely, even as he began to fantasize telling Iris and her falling into his waiting arms.

"You know, I wasn't just messing when I said Iris was asking about you the other day.

Not for the first time that afternoon, Barry whipped around to look at Wally with wide eyes. "What?"

"Yeah, she was saying how you never seemed into anyone and wondered if I knew anything."

"She-she did?" he asked in astonishment before dropping his face into a glare. "I swear to god, Wally if you're screwing with me--"

"I'm not!" he exclaimed, his hands up in surrender. "Hey, this is my sister we're talking about here."

Barry paused scooping Iris's ice cream and thought about it for a minute. He couldn't help feeling hopeful that Iris seemed interested in his love life. But then again, what if she was only interested in the way siblings were mildly interested in who their brother or sister was dating? Like the way Iris had inquired about Linda before she and Wally got together.

That deflated the hope quicker than it appeared. "I don't know, she could just be asking to be nice."

"Nope. Trust me, I know my sister." When Barry stilled looked skeptical, Wally sighed in exasperation. "Look, if you don't shoot your shot, you may never know what could be."

"Aren't you the one that popped my balloon because I kissed your sister all those years ago?"

"Hah, yeah," Wally admitted with pride. "But that was then, this is now. And right now, my sister is into my best friend and there isn't anyone else I'd rather her be with."

Barry felt touched by that, his heart warming as he looked at Wally.

"Hey, don't get all soft on me, man. And if you tell anyone I said that I'll kick your ass."

Barry held up his hand his fingers spread. "Scouts honor."

Wally saluted him before grabbing the entire tub of mint chip ice cream and a large sundae spoon.

“Hey!” Barry protested. “I wasn’t done scooping.”

“Yeah, well, Iris isn’t the only one that likes mint chip. Peace!”

He whirled out of the kitchen in a flash while Barry shook his head after him. Wally always had too much fun messing with Barry but he had to admit, as an only child, it was nice to have a brother. He had often wished his parents would give him another sibling, but when Wally took him under his wing--after apparently forgetting even threatening to begin with--Barry forgot all about his wish since the universe found some way to fulfill it.

Even if it was in the form of a gangly kid who put him in a headlock one too many times.

Barry looked down at the pathetic single scoop of mint chip in the bowl before scouring the freezer for more ice cream. He couldn’t very well bring Iris an empty bowl, knowing her.

After he managed to scrape off the last of the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, he took a deep breath. No way was Wally telling the truth. Right? And even if he was, it’s not like he even knew for sure.

He peered around the kitchen doorway and watched as Iris clacked away on her laptop. He didn’t know if he ever saw her without it. A burgeoning writer, it was glued to her as a newborn is to a mother.

He didn’t know if he should or even would make a move, but he knew he couldn’t hide out in the kitchen forever. He slowly walked toward her with the bowl of ice cream in hand.

Iris looked up at his approach and beamed at him before noticing the lone bowl. “What, no more left?”

“Your brother is a bottomless pit,” Barry replied, handing it over to her.

“Says the human vacuum.”

Barry flushed as he plopped down next to her. “Hey, I need all the fuel I can get on the track.”

“Mm-hmm.” She smirked over a spoonful of ice cream. “Well, lucky for you, I can share.”

“Oh really? Is that a recent development because I remember you literally growling at me just the other day when I reached for your cronut.”

“Eh,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “You ‘say tomah-to’, I say ‘tomato’.”

“No, you said ‘GRR.’” Barry lunged toward her threateningly.

Iris backed away, giggling, hugging the bowl to her chest. “Hey! You’re going to make me drop my ice cream. It’s the last of it left.”

“It’s ok, I’d get you more.”

She straightened beside him again, bringing her closer to him while looking at him carefully. “Oh yeah?” she asked softly.

He swallowed thickly as he returned her soft gaze and nodded jerkily. “Y-yeah.”

“Why’s that?”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, simply letting his eyes flicker down to her lips, suddenly very conscious of the heat emanating from her body.

He looked back to her eyes and saw that he was caught staring. The tips of his ears burned as he looked away quickly, scratching at his neck in a vain attempt to shield its brightness from her. He could feel her

“How come you’re not as bold as you were when you were four?” she asked suddenly, her voice so soft he thought he might’ve misheard her.

The words stunned him, rendering him speechless for a moment. “W-what?”

She smiled wistfully. “You were a lot more forward when you were four. But not now. Why not?:

“I um...I think I realized that there’s a lot to lose. Too much to be worth the sacrifice.” Her eyes widened slightly before she nodded slowly. “I think you’d find that there’s a lot to gain, actually.”

“Really?” he whispered.

She nodded in reply, her eyes flickering to his lips.

“Or maybe it’s just my turn now,” she said before she closed the distance between them, gently pressing her lips against his.

He inhaled so sharply that he almost choked on his breath. He panicked when Iris pulled away.

“Was that ok?” she asked, biting her lip in uncertainty.

He eyes followed the movement of her teeth against her plush lip and he nodded jerkily before meeting her gaze again.

“Yes! Yes, yes...yeah, that was completely and totally ok.”

“Ok,” she smiled. Her eyes flitted to his lips and he didn’t wait for her to make a move before he leaned in a softly kissed her before moving in again to catch her lip between his. His tongue tentatively peeked out, exploring her top lip as her hands gently slip from his shoulders to his neck.

“Barry,” she gasped.

He let his hands carefully slide to her waist before hoisting her closer until she was practically on his lap. Before he could worry if it was too much of a forward move, he felt Iris wrap her arms around his shoulders, pulling herself flush against him.

He groaned into her mouth as his body filled with a burning heat. He could feel himself losing air even as he slid his hand up under her hair to keep her in place while he angled his lips to explore more of her mouth, absorbing as much of her taste and pleasured sounds as possible.

“Mm, Iris...Iris.”

He could feel her heart racing against his chest in tandem with his own and it wasn’t a surprise when she finally pulled away to catch her breath.

She pressed her forehead to his, her eyes still closed as her chest heaved. But Barry kept his eyes open, needing to make sure that he wasn’t actually dreaming. His eyes grew heavy with the touch of her fingernails against his scalp, but he fought against the sensation.

“So,” she began, her tone breathy. “Would you say it was worth the risk?”

He waited for her to open her eyes before gazing into her beautiful brown eyes. “Yes. Without a doubt.”

Her answering smile was so sweet and bright, his heart absolutely ached at the sight. He could feel it melting in the way it always did ever since he first saw that beautiful, heart-stopping beam and that twinkle in her eyes that followed.

“I’m glad.”

As Barry leaned back in for another kiss, he thought about how he was a damn lucky guy.

And boy was he glad he kissed her first all those years ago. Four-year-old Barry knew exactly what he was doing.

#Westallen #Westallen Fanfic #Westallen Fics #Westallen AU #WA AU #WA HS AU #cygnetofthesea writing #hate the title but oh wells #finally finished this #took a few months lol

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whoreforfanfiction · 5 years

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Mysme: favorite flavor of ice cream?

Hi i literally had to google ice cream flavors for this because I eat coconut milk (i’m transitioning to vegan) chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream religiously

Yoosung

- mint chocolate chip

- every time you two go to the ice cream parlor, he orders the same exact thing and never tries anything new

- he eats it religiously

- keeps tubs of it at his house for when he’s late night gaming

- never shares with it with you because he literally inhales it

- it’s like this boy runs on only sugar and energy drinks

- drips on his clothes and stains them

- he has to do laundry every single time he has ice cream

- and this boy is shit at doing laundry

- is super insecure about his eating habit and gets really shy when you tease him

- doesn’t want to change though bc damn he thinks that ice cream is good

Zen

- doesn’t eat ice cream a lot because he has to maintain his body image

- gotta keep the fans happy

- however, when he does decide to cheat, he LOVES chocolate

- you have to restrain him from buying another 4 cones because you know he’ll regret it the next day

- you two make it a ritual to go get chocolate ice cream for him whenever he gets a new role

- is such a messy ice cream eater

- he’s literally a toddler he gets it all over his face

- you lick it off and he blushes

- is very happy you keep him in check and thanks you a million times the next day

Jaehee

- she is such an ice cream stan

- reminds her of childhood when she had freedom

- such a little kid

- she likes cotton candy ice cream

- gets an extra large every single time and inhales it almost as fast as Yoosung

- gets really nostalgic and talks a lot about family memories

- she appreciates how you listen and go back and get her another cone when she’s done with her current one

- you just love how her eyes light up when she eats it and remembers all the old times when her family would go to the beach

- you two stay and talk and eat so long that you get kicked out by the owner

- gets really lovey dovey afterwards so expect some cuddles

Jumin

- i’m sure his father loved him, but he never really got to enjoy the full father-son bonding experience

- his dad always brought his current girlfriend along

- or his nanny’s took him to get ice cream

- didn’t really like the thought of it

- it was a pointless sugary snack filled with empty calories that wasn’t worth it

- that was until you voiced you wanted to go and get some

- he decided that once won’t hurt

- the second you walk into the ice cream parlor, he gets a little antsy and all the bad memories come back

- he pushes through it like a trooper and LOVES IT

- it’s so much better with you around since you engage in good conversation and you actually really care about him

- he tries every single flavor at the ice cream parlor

- his favorite is a strawberry vanilla twist with rainbow sprinkles

- makes sure to get the recipe for his cook and has him make it every time you’re over so you two can enjoy it together

Seven

- he’s a sugar addict like yoosung

- he could have it all day every day and still not get tired of it

- makes it a ritual that you two get it every single week

- reminds him of the good memories with his brother when they were younger

- just an overall good experience for him

- “There is no ice cream superiority here,” he says as he puts a single scoop of every flavor the parlor owns into a bowl while the other customers look at him weird

- the owner is used to it though

- the price comes out being ridiculous like $50 or something, but he’s rich so he doesn’t care

- has no favorite flavor because he enjoys all of them

- sometimes starts an ice cream food fight with you which ends up with the store owner pissed and you two laughing

Saeran

- has mixed feelings about ice cream

- he isn’t fully back to trusting saeyoung, so some of the memories that come back to him while he’s eating it are traumatizing

- you try to find ways around it since you know he loves ice cream

- you find more uncommon flavors that won’t induce the same memories

- things he’s never had before so the new memories with it are fresh

- and his favorite of those new flavors is

- PISTACHIO

- he likes the combinations of nutty with sweetness

- he finds it the perfect balance

- saeyoung notices and makes sure the fridge is always stocked with a fresh tub of it

- saeran appreciates it a lot and ahhh

- protect him

- is a sucker for ice cream as well

- he photographs nature a lot, which means he’s outside a lot

- and outside tends to be hot in the summer

- a perfect way to end a photography day, in his opinion, is a refreshing cone of ice cream

- his favorite is something the parlor makes called Blue Moon Icecream (yes it’s a real thing it’s on the list of ice cream flavors lol)

- he partially likes it because it’s blue and it fits his aesthetic

- he’s a photographer, you know he cares for his aesthetic

- he loves the flavor though

- he says it tastes like fruit loops and fruity pebbles combined

- takes so many photos of it

- closes his eyes the entire time to really enjoy the flavor

- gushes about it to you because you’re the only one who listens and kind of understands his obsession with it other than saeyoung

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its8simplejulesblog · 4 years

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The Get to Know Me Post

Cheers to being unoriginal and self-absorbed!

What is your full name?- Julianna Michaelina Larock

What does your name mean?- It means my parents are Italian and they wanted me to have a last name that was too easy to make puns out of

Are you named after anyone?-Nope! I am uniquely my own person (along with the millions of other girls with a name that is a variation of Julianna)

Does your name make any interesting anagrams?- Lame, Rock, Line, Mile, Hail, Nail

If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?- I always liked the name Leigh, pronounced like Lee, but make it ~hipster~

Where are you from?- The most exciting state on the east coast

Where were you born?- The most exciting state on the east coast

Where did you grow up?- The most exciting state on the east coast

Who did you look up to growing up?- My mom for sure. She has always been graceful in the face of adversity and taught me to do the same. She has a passion for learning and being the best version of herself while holding steadfast to her beliefs.

What are your best characteristics?- I’d like to think that I am very empathetic and eager to become more knowledgable on any topic that interests me.

What are your favorite things about yourself?- This was not true for the longest time, but I love my eyes. They’ve always been brown and opinion kind of dull, but in the sunlight they’re beautiful so I changed my mind. Also I have a lot of hair and it’s very versatile so I like that too.

Which of your parents are you closest to?- I don’t like this question. Both, but in different ways. My mom is my best friend, and I feel comfortable telling her anything. However, my dad has always pushed me to be the most successful (in my own terms) version of myself and I really respect that.

Which of your parents are you more like?- Again, both. However, I’ve always said that I look more like my dad, but have the mannerisms of my mom.

Are your grandparents still married?- My dad’s father, unfortunately, passed away a few years ago, but my mom’s parents are still together and they’re adorable. We facetime them often (yeah, they use facetime, they’re COOL grandparents)

What relative was important to you growing up & why?- My grandmother on my mom’s side is the most caring woman I have ever met in my life. She has had a couple strokes, so she can’t keep up physically as much as she used to, but she would give her heart and time for virtually anyone. She is the kindest soul I have ever met in my entire life and honestly I almost cry every time I think about her she’s so cute.

What is one thing that you’ve never revealed to your parents?- A boring answer, but really nothing. Everything I haven’t explicitly told them I’m sure they could easily guess on their own because of conversations we’ve had.

What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?- Jaden

What do you call your grandparents?- On my mom’s side: Grandmom and Poppop; on My dad’s side: Brabby

What is your best physical feature?- I like how long my legs are. I like feeling tall without actually being ridiculously tall.

What is your biggest accomplishment?- Flying to China alone for the STEM road trip was a huge deal. I might even write about that trip actually.

What is your biggest fear?- Being outcasted

What is your biggest regret?- Being a people pleaser, or at least trying to, in highschool

What is your eye color?- Brown, and I love it now

What inspires you?-Anyone that can be unapologetically confident in themselves

What is the most important thing in your life?- Being content, so that I can use my skills to make others happy

What has required the most courage of you in your life so far?-Speaking Chinese at the schools in China. I knew it was necessary for them to feel comfortable, but I also didn’t want them to laugh at me haha.

Who is your favorite actor?-Penn Badgley

Who is your favorite actress?- Anne Hathaway

Who is your favorite celebrity?- Currently Hannah Ann Sluss (solely for the way she slayed Peter alive during the finale, get him girl)

Who is your favorite musician?- Rex Orange County

Who’s your favorite person in the world?- Me :) (it’s gotta be that way)

What is your favorite childhood memory?- My brother and I used to put bowls on our heads and build rocket ships out of cardboard boxes. Oh! Also we had an inflatable ball pit, that was interesting.

What is your favorite color?- Maroon

What is your favorite cultural activity?- Well my uncle is Chinese (my aunt met him in the peace corps) so whenever we go to their house in D.C we make a lot of traditional Chinese food and anything involving eating is immediately my favorite activity

What is your favorite drink?- Non alcoholic: Lemonade Alcoholic: Whiskey Sour

What is your favorite fairytale?- I love Goldie Locks because it teaches us that sometimes being average is favorable LOL

What is your favorite food?- A good Philly Cheesesteak <3

What is your favorite holiday destination?- Spain Spain and always Spain

What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?- Cookie Dough

What is your favorite music genre?- I’ve been into Trap Music lately but I also like Indie which is inherently the complete opposite of trap

What is your favorite physical activity?- Yoga

What is your favorite quote?- “Be the change you wish to see in the world”

What is your favorite snack?- S’mores or Brown Sugar poptarts, but only those two flavors

What is your favorite song?- Best Friend by Rex Orange County

What is your favorite sport?-Swimming

What is your favorite time of the day?- Sunset/ Dusk

What is your favorite type of clothing?- Sweatpants

What is your favorite way to pass time?- Reading or Writing

What is the name of your favorite restaurant?- The Melting Pot

What is your all-time favorite town or city? Why?- A three-way tie between Philly, New York City, and D.C. I’ve probably spent equal time in each, and I have people I love in each so I simply could not choose :)

What is your favorite candle scent?-Frosted Cranberry from Bath and Body Works

What is your favorite social media channel?- Michelle Phan on Youtube

Where’s your favorite place to take an out-of-town guest?-Honestly, to the mall..or the beaches

What was your favorite subject in High School?-English or Biology

What was your least favorite subject in High School?- Math

What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?- When I was really little it was Teletubbies, in Middle School I liked Shake-It-Up (sorry) and I also watched a LOT of Food Network.

What do you love about your favorite TV Show?- That it didn’t require any thought

Are you scared of heights?- No! In fact, I love them. I love ferris wheels and zip-lining and I want to go skydiving and bungee jumping.

Are you high maintenance?- With my parents, yes, but not with anyone else.

Are you more inclined to “build your own empire” or unleash the potential of others?- Unleash the potential of others. We would have to work together anyway at some point.

Are you more likely to avoid conflict or engage it head-on?- It absolutely depends. There are times when conflict just makes it worse. However, it someone is directly attacking you or your character, or not holding themselves accountable then that needs to be addressed.

Are you a dog person or cat person?- Dog

Are you a fan of any sports team?- We like the Eagles and the Steelers in this house

Are you a good cook?- Yeah! I used to make really good chicken parmesan and I also made a lot of shrimp crostini.

Are you an early adopter or late-adopter?- Early

If you had more courage what would you do differently in your life now?- I would just say whatever was on my mind all the time.

What is good about how you are living your life right now?-I am, for once, the epicenter of all of my priorities.

If you could eliminate one weakness or limitation in your life, what would it be?-Literally COVID-19.

Who has left the most impact on your life?- I mean..myself. No one else can ultimately make my decisions for me.

What aspect of your life needs tremendous improvement?-Oh my diet is trash, I need to stop eating whatever is in sight.

Congrats if you made it this far, there were 371 of these, but I figured I’d spare you ;)

-Julia

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