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#I mean I fully support and adore them defending their boyfriends
huenjin · 3 years
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and they were roommates.
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summary — who would have thought that a very naked sight of your best friend and a torn shower curtain in the rainiest of weathers could start romance? or in which you start falling for your childhood best friend, lee minho, unaware that he’s always been in love with you.
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pairing — lee minho x reader, ft. binsung.
genre — fluff, smut, crack | roommates!au, bff2l!au
rating — 18+
word count — 11k words.
note — smut warnings under the cut, ofc! i suck at making summary adagafga!! but but but, i promise this story is adorable, okay, minus all that smut, my lame humor and those bit of rushed parts? this took forever and i'm so sorry for all that had to wait, especially the one who requested this uwuwu. 
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smut warnings — a lot of kissing, a lot of swearing, mentions of naked exposure, fingering, cunnilingus, riding/reader on top, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it), choking. there isn't a loooot of smut either, ah! so enjoy the fluff ride.
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"You idiot," you scream, loud enough for your neighbours to hear. You pull out the keys that hang outside in the key hole and pull open the door. "How could you leave the keys outside, Minho?"
"I mean, what if someone stole it?" You throw your keys and Minho's into the small box on a ledge by the door. Removing your shoes, you put on the pair of your house shoes by the side and walk further into the apartment. "Or what if someone broke in? You could get killed, you dumb hoe! Or worse, our new television could get stolen."
You hear no response and just the loud sound of shower running in the bathroom hits the walls of your shared apartment. You walk to your room, passing by the common bathroom, after throwing your bag on the sofa. You talk on the way, yelling in hopes that he would hear.
"Did you walk back in the rain? There's no other reason as to why I did not see you after college. Jisung was searching for you too, Minho."
You change into a pair of shorts and black camisole, pulling your hair up and knotting it, all while your ears pick up the small humming from the bathroom. You shake your head at the fact that since it's Lee Minho in the shower, he is probably going to take his own time to come out. After all, he is the reason why your water bill is so high. 
"Yah, Lee Minho!" You walk outside and hit the door with your fists to bring at least a little of his attention towards you. "Do you want the leftovers or should I get food delivered?"
"Delivery!" he screams back, hearing the shower sounds lower and you yell back in response, "Okay," and walk back to the living room, falling back and plopping down on the comfortable rexine covered sofa. 
Your phone rings in the next minute and you are pulling it from your pocket quickly all because you are bored out of your mind. It is also because your stupid best friend from the god forbidden age of five to till this date, takes forever to get out from the shower.
It's Jisung. Not that you would have a doubt even if you had picked up without looking at the name on the screen — your friend circle is that small. It has just been you, Minho and Jisung majorly for almost three fourth of your life, the other one fourth of it with you having your parents as your best friends. Jisung had always been the annoying kid in the playground that pushed you off the swing because he wanted to play and Minho had always been the knight in shining armour in your local playground, the defender of all things right as he saved you from Jisung's frustrating taunts. 
And then your mother — oh dear, she is the reason why you are still stuck with Minho's rich arse (mostly because she thought too that this is the finest her very antisocial daughter would ever find in a man) — decides that since Lee Minho was so kind to save her poor damsel-like daughter, he might as well do it forever. Fast forward to present day, and you are still cleaning up after him. 
"Did Minho reach home?" Jisung asks as soon as you answer the call. You roll your eyes and shift your position to one that allows you to stretch your leg against the length of the sofa.
"Oh, hi, Y/N," you fake your tone, mocking Jisung's ignorance. "Did you reach home safely? Did you get caught in the rain? Oh no!" And then quickly changing it back to normalcy, "Yes, Jisung. I reached home safely. The rain did get heavy as I walked back home but nothing to worry. Did you reach home safely?"
Jisung is laughing loudly on the other end. "Sorry, Y/N," he makes a weird kissing sound and you pull your phone away from your ear. "I presume Minho's safe at home, else you would be the one to crash my phone with the endless calls in worry of his safety. Ha!"
"He got caught in the rain," you sigh. "I hope he's okay though. I would have mentioned how he was, had he just come out of that goddamn bathroom but no! It almost seems like he is rebuilding the whole bathroom." Jisung laughs so loud that you have to pull the phone away from your ear again. 
"Dude, dude, dude," Jisung calls out for you through the line.
"Yeah?" 
"You and Minho are totally like my parents fighting." 
"Do you want to get punched in your face, Han Jisung?" You sit up straight, folding your leg across each other and bending forward, your elbow digging into your thigh as your hand supports your head. 
"And my boyfriend would punch yours if you punched mine," he huffs and you know he is talking about Seo Changbin. At a good five feet and six inches, the shorter male befriended Jisung and then wooed him over in grade eleven with some weird shining universe experiment for a science project and the Han Jisung you had always known, fell for the gesture immediately. They began dating a week after, making Changbin the only other human being you willingly chose to become closer to.
"Like Minho would let that," you click your tongue and Jisung laughs again, mumbling, "How have you guys not slept with each other yet? You guys are roommates."
"I'll kill you, Han Jisung."
"Like you would." The minute Jisung taunts back, you hear a loud noise of something crashing down and the sound is from the bathroom. You jump upwards, quickly hanging up without even telling Jisung that you were leaving as you drop your phone and rush towards the bathroom, taking huge steps to reach before the door in less than a few seconds.
You slam your fist against the door, over and over again, yelling, "Yah," to draw his attention before asking, "Minho, are you okay? I'm coming in," and you pull open the door to the common bathroom. A decision you wish you had not chosen but one you had to take for his safety.
Before a very surprised you lay a very, very naked Lee Minho, groaning with his back against the cold white tiles of the bathroom, neck lifting his head above to instinctively avoid hitting the floor. His hand holds a huge piece of the shower curtain that he must have tried holding onto before falling and as the colour drains from your face, lips wide apart, staring at your naked best friend in shock who is staring back at you, it dawns upon you quickly.
You immediately slap your hand over your eyes and scream as loud as you could possibly, "Fuck, fuck. I just saw your schlong, oh my god!"
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"Are you not going to look at me at all now that you saw my dick?"
Minho rolls his eyes at you as a soft groan leaves his lip while he tries to make himself more comfortable on his bed. This time, he is fully clothed, black shirt over his torso and navy blue shorts. You are sitting on a small chair by his side, Chinese herbal medicinal mix in a white ceramic bowl, a tub filled with warm water and a towel and long white bandages on the table by the bed. The Chinese herbal medicinal mix was something your mother specifically ordered you to prepare for the boy before you.
You hand him a cup of warm water first which he takes and is about to swallow it down when you look at the wooden bedpost behind him and mumble, "But I saw your womb raider." Minho chokes on the water before coughing and you quickly pat his back which leads him to cry softly in pain and you are left apologising over and over again for being reckless.
He places the cup on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he narrows his eyes at you and questions, "Womb raider? What the fuck?"
"You know, your schlong," you look away, heat rising up to your cheek. "I saw your schlong, a womb raider."
"I can't believe you call a dick that," he groans, rolling his eyes as if he has completely given up on you, "After having your womb raided enough by many womb raiders."
You look away, taking the ceramic bowl in your hand and mumbling, "None of them were long and thick enough to be called a womb raider though."
"Did you say anything, Y/N?" 
"Nothing," you yell and glare at him, cheeks still hot with the image still vivid in your head. "You can't look disappointed in me," you frown at him, "I should be disappointed. You tore the shower curtain."
"It was a mistake!" Minho gasps and tries to sit up but quickly ditches the plan when he feels the spin surge through him. You place the bowl back on the table and push yourself forward to help Minho sit up, your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest against his as you slowly pull him up. Minho explains himself, "If I didn't hold onto that, I would have gotten injured worse. I'm almost perfect now. It's just the slight—" You press your palm against his back and he seethes in pain.
"Slight pain, indeed," you scoff and finally let him rest against the bedpost. "This should do the magic though." You lift the ceramic bowl again and wave it before him, shoving the weird smelling green substance right in front of his nose. "My mother totally said it would work. She also said that you would have to be on the bed resting the whole day."
"You'll be my maid the whole day," Minho lights up, face instantly shining and you sigh, "Do I have an option? After this day though, we are going to buy shower curtains and you are going to pay for it because you tore it." You accuse him and he clicks his tongue.
"Fine."
"Remove your shirt now," you order and he looks at you, a teasing glint glistening in his eyes and he smiles, moving slightly closer.
"Why? Are you going to call my abs washboard now? That you could do laundry on them?" He purses his lips and leans forward and you push him back, his aching back hitting the bedpost again and Minho is crying with pain on the soft impact, albeit this time, you worry if it is fake. "Y/N," he cries, clamping down against his lower teeth hard, "Can you go easy on me?"
"Then stop teasing me!"
"Fine!" He huffs and looks away, "Help me out of this shirt now."
"What? Why? You put the shirt on fine. Can't you remove it on your own?" You question him, the ceramic bowl securely on your lap. Minho stares at you for the longest time ever and you stare back.
Has his eyes always been this tender? Has his skin always been this soft? Was Lee Minho always this charming and pretty to look at?
This is all because you saw his stupidly good dick, argh!
Minho finally answers, "It's harder to remove a shirt than to wear it." You shake your head and your eyes narrow to crinkled slits as you watch your best friend for a second more before placing the crucible back on the table and bending yourself forward to hold tightly the ends of his black shirt. You lift the black material up and remove it from his torso, exposing his abdomen and chest to the warm breeze in the air. 
He stares at you and you stare at him back, only till you take the white ceramic bowl again and hopefully the last time and you raise an eyebrow at him, mocking him, "Aren't you going to give me the classic Wattpad naked white male line?"
"What line?" 
He looks confused and you laugh, holding the bowl tightly, "You know, the—" You try to lower the pitch of your voice and to sound as cocky as possible, smirking, "Like what you see, baby girl?"
Minho laughs with you till he calms himself down a little, tilts his head and in the most guttural voice you have ever heard your best friend ever go, he repeats, "Like what you see, my baby girl?"
Your heart should not have sped up. Your fingers should not have tightened against the cold white crucible. You should not have pressed your thighs against each other. You should not have had your throat dried up at his very words. But it did and you are staring at Lee Minho in an angle you had never seen him. 
When did that stupid five year old boy who thought he could save the whole world grow up into this man?
"Uh, Y/N," Minho waves his hand in front of you, trying to bring your attention back. "Are you going to apply the medicine or? I mean, it's cold."
"Oh yeah," you stutter. "Yeah, yeah, I was about to. Can you turn back so that I can apply it on your back?"
"Yeah," he nods and pressing his hands into the mattress, he shifts himself, turning a one hundred and eight degrees away from you so that his back is facing yours. "This okay?"
"Yeah," you agree. You bend your arm forward to take the cloth soaked in warm water and you press it against his back. Minho bites his tongue in pain, eyes watering before he can't take it anymore and he turns back to face you. 
"Minho?"
"Can I do that thing you allowed me to do whenever I was in pain and you had to take care of me?" He asks, unsure, "Am I allowed?"
You nod, softly, smiling warmly at the man before you and you lift the chair up slightly. Minho quickly wraps his arms around your waist, his face buried into your soft chest as he edges closer to you. You place the warm cloth again on his broad back and Minho does what he has always done to combat pain.
He bites into your flesh softly, hard enough to trigger something weird within you at this age but soft enough to not cause any pain. 
Your eyes widen and your thighs tighten a bit but Minho is unaware to all this as he snuggles into your warmth, head fuzzy with the pain that throbs through his entire back. After a few minutes, you place the cloth back on the table and hold the crucible tightly. You dig your forefinger and middle finger into the green mix before applying it on his back, soft circles to calm him down and Minho lets go of your flesh, although he still continues to snuggle into you, his thick arms tightening around your frame.
"You're comfortable to hug," he mumbles as you apply the medicine all over his back, his face occasionally pressing against your breast and you gulp, reminding yourself that this is your best friend, that this is the kid you've seen in all his embarrassments. 
"Of course, I am," you laugh. "It doesn't pain that much, does it?"
"Not anymore."
"Good," and you apply another layer over the existing one. "Because if you say anything else to my mother, I swear to God, Lee Minho, I will—"
You don't complete. Minho laughs — soft, precious laughter that fills the air and engages your ears. He tilts his head to look up at you from his lower angle. You look down only to come in direct vision of his bright, glistening eyes that hold the stars behind them and his oh-so-flawless skin that you are envious of. Your heart beat escalates and you are about one hundred percent sure that Minho is aware. After all, he did have his ear against your chest in this position. 
"Fine, fine," his voice is airy and you could listen to it the whole day. "I'll tell your mother that her daughter took care of me perfectly, alright?"
"Perfect," you smile. "Now sit up straight. I need to bandage you up, just in case." Minho begrudgingly pulls back, a soft whimper leaving his lips before he huffs, folding his arms and sitting straight, looking you in the eyes and you gulp. 
"I'll be fine in a day, Y/N," Minho whines and you shake your head, mumbling, "Just in case." You turn your body to grab hold of the white roll of bandage before you beckon for him to come a little closer as you wrap the bandage over his torso, covering the medicinal herbs sticking to his body now. 
"You, in fact," you chuckle as you tighten the bandage and Minho seethes in pain at having his muscles pressed. You rub his hair affectionately before continuing, "You, Lee Minho, should be ready enough to cash out money for the shower curtain."
"Fine, fine, fine," Minho huffs only to break out into a smile as he looks at you. "We'll go as soon as I don't think I'll die if I stand up and straighten my back, okay?"
"Perfect," you laugh and pull yourself away from your best friend, clipping the bandage in the exact manner. You help him lie back against the soft mattress. You pick up the crucible and the tub of water as you stand up. 
"Y/N," Minho calls out for you and you turn, your head gliding against the joint and your eyebrows rising up in question.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks," he smiles, eyes closed and face so soft that you do want to hold it.
"For what?"
"For taking care of me, doofus. What would I have done had you not been there? You are my knight in shining armour now."
You laugh but your heart is furiously beating against your chest, thrumming against it so loudly that you can hear the beats. Your cheeks flush with heat and you look away, mumbling, "It's nothing," and walk away. You close the door quickly and fall against the vast wooden door finally, away from his presence and you hold the bowls close to you.
Fuck. When did your heart start beating this hard for the same man that you once knew as the stupid five year old with elephant print trunks? When did your heart start thrumming so loudly against your chest for your only best friend?
Either ways, you are doomed. Inevitably.
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Jisung: baby, i think it's about time Changbin: for what? Jisung: you know, how we always said those two should probably fuck Changbin: yeah? Jisung: the sexual tension is too high. can we get it over with already and have them date already? Changbin: you've been trying this forever and you failed. Jisung: don't remind me. you're my boyfriend, support me. Changbin: fine! go, sungie!! i love you either way though.
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It is exactly three days after the I-exposed-my-cock incident that Lee Minho agrees to go with you to buy the shower curtains. 
"Can't we just buy it online?" He had whined, arms folding against each other as he scrolled through his phone. You stand by the sofa, head shaking in disappointment as you reason back, frustrated, "The material," and you hit his arm. Minho winces. "The material is important. I won't compromise on that. Plus, you promised that you would come with me to buy something that you tore. Isn't that only fair?"
Minho does so. After bargaining with him for one tub full of mint chocolate ice cream that you will never understand why he loves so much. 
That is exactly how you find yourself here in this shop, shopping cart in your hand and Minho by your side.
"We are only buying the shower curtain," you tell him, staring at the half full shopping cart. "So I don't understand why we need all these."
Minho smiles sheepishly at you. He then points at the two tubs of ice cream and says, "One for you, and one for me. I even chose your favorite flavor!" He continues to point at each article and tell why he needs them very articulately and you stand there in surprise before breaking his speech.
"Fine, fine!" You push the cart ahead. "Now let's just go and get what we came here for." Minho follows you, his one hand on the shopping cart handle to keep pace with you. The two of you stop right in front of the array of curtains in different colours, some on display and some packaged and you smile, whispering under your breath, "Tada." Minho looks at you softly, at the small voice of joy that escapes your lips and he just watches you light up in fascination at something as simple as shower curtains.
Fuck, he loves your domesticity.
"Let's take this," Minho announces as he stretches his arms out to hold onto a pretty blue shower curtain. You hold it in between your fingers feeling the texture before announcing, "No."
"But why?" Minho whines, following your footsteps as you hold onto another shower curtain. 
"Because it's polythene," you frown at your best friend. Minho looks at you, confused, his eyebrows furrowing as they look at you like you have grown another pair of hands and legs.
"And so?"
"You could tear it again!"
"It happened once," he sighs, frustrated. "Once. It's not like I'm waiting to fall in the shower, tear the curtain and have you see my dick all the time, babe."
Your cheeks flush at his announcement and the tag he calls you by, your eyes looking away from his pretty face for a split second. Minho shakes his hand, taking a step forward to check a few other shower curtains out when the two of you hear a very familiar voice from behind, in the most professional manner ever.
"Sir, the one you chose is perfect. It is very durable and doesn't stain on contact with water—"
"Han Jisung?" Minho turns, the words of shock leaving his mouth almost instantly. You turn impulsively, eyes wide.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?"
"Hey," you narrow your eyes at the other male. "I could file a report for bad customer service about now, Sungie."
He folds his arms and looks at the two of you suspiciously, "What are you guys doing here?" He raises an eyebrow at you, scoffing at you, "Like you would."
"What does it look like we're doing here, Sungie?" You bite back jokingly and Jisung laughs, gaze shifting between the two of you.
"I don't know," he runs a hand through his hair before folding his arms again, his fluorescent yellow uniform crumbling with the shift in his arms. "Is this some sort of a new way to date?"
"We aren't—" You quickly start when Minho pulls a curtain forward and breaks your sentence before you can complete as he asks Jisung, "This isn't polythene, is it?"
"Are you stupid?" Jisung frowns before he laughs. "That's clearly polythene. Minho, dude, you're a chemical engineering student. You have got to be kidding me if you can't identify polythene."
Minho doesn't pay heed to Jisung's words. You, on the other hand, stare at your best friend who walks away from you to examine more shower curtains. Did Lee Minho really ask Jisung, a literature student, whether that was polythene — What in the world?
"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" Jisung snaps your attention back to the present. "Are you going to buy shower curtains today?"
"Yeah?"
"But your shower curtains were fine the last time I came home." You understand Jisung's surprise because the last time he did come home was five days back and the shower curtain was in a perfect condition. "What happened?"
You stretch your arms and point at Minho. The very culprit rolls his eyes before raising his eyebrows and sighing, voicing in the most dramatic voice you have ever heard Minho take, "Yes, Y/N. Yes, Ji. It's me. I tore the shower curtain because I fell in the shower."
"Ouch," Jisung acknowledges Minho's injury before walking past the two of you and taking a shower curtain. "Here's one. You might like this, Y/N."
"It's not PVC, Sungie."
Jisung wants to hit your head, terribly. Perhaps it's your adamance that is the reason as to why your friendship is this tight and strong but in moments like these, he likes Minho more. Minho stands by the side, arms folded and back resting against the wall as he trusts your judgement.
"Are you not going to tell her anything?"
"She handles all this at home. Give her what she wants, Ji," he laughs, fiddling with a few more shower curtains by his side. Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before mumbling, a soft frustrated groan leaving his lips as he throws his head back, "Definitely a married couple," and takes a few polyvinyl chloride made shower curtains. 
"Here," he presses his lips. "Don't blame me if the designs aren't that great. You don't get that many good designs in PVC. People go for polythene because it's more available."
"PVC doesn't tear and it's easy to clean!"
"Seconding this as a chemical engineering student," Minho chirps in from behind. You and Jisung turn to look at the man who is on his phone currently and shake your head lightly. "What?"
"He remembers his major now!" Jisung clicks his tongue. "All say, praise the Lord."
"I'm agnostic." You frown.
"More reasons for you to say it easily!"
You find a plain one in the ones he showed you and you take it. Jisung smiles finally, mumbling, "You're a frustrating customer."
"Nah," you scoff. Minho pushes himself off the wall as soon as he sees you done with the selection. "I just know what I want exactly. You, on the other hand, sweetheart," you poke his chest and Jisung chuckles. "You're a pathetic salesperson."
"Of course," he laughs the insult away. "I'm a literature student. I should be working in a publishing company as a part timer."
Minho takes the shower curtain from your hand and puts it in the cart by the side. He comes back, throwing his arm over Jisung's shoulder and frowns, "Apparently publishing companies care a lot more about who your parents are than your resume."
"It's just that publishing company," the other male looks down. "I'll try applying for another one soon."
"Do you want to grab a drink at our place tonight?"
"Can I?"
"Sure," Minho agrees. He drops his arm from Jisung's shoulder and holds the cart handle back, pushing it forward slightly. You take big strides to stand by Minho's side, also holding the handle slightly. Jisung raises his eyebrows at the two of you and with a smile that you don't think twice about, Jisung laughs.
"I'm coming over tonight."
"Sure," you throw your thumbs up at him, stretching your arm. Minho smiles softly at you, his eyes lingering a little longer at your happy figure and he feels his heart beat a little quicker at your sight. Your hair strands framing your face so beautifully, eyes shining the minute you find the exact thing you've had in your mind and your lips curving upwards in joy. 
Lee Minho finds the calmness that spring brings him every year in him all over again with you by his side.
"Bring the soju. Beer is on us!"
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Jisung: binnie, binnie!! Changbin: yes, baby? Jisung: i think i have a plan. Changbin: let them be, babe. Jisung: we let them be all these years! they pinned after each other without even knowing and we had to see that painfully! Changbin: i guess you make a valid point there Jisung: is it going to rain today? Changbin: it's been raining for the last few days, sungie. it could. just because i study geography as my minor doesn't mean i can forecast weather. hey! Jisung: fine~ i'm going to get them to confess tonight 👀 Changbin: don't mess up. istg Jisung: trust me 🥺 Changbin: i do. more than ever ❤️
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Jisung reaches your doorstep at sharp nine. With two bottles of soju in his hands, you see the stains of the droplets of rain falling onto his shoulder. 
It is drizzling for now and you worry if it is to rain heavily in a few minutes as the forecast mentioned. You hate the thunder. You hate how the weather changes drastically and worsens to a point that it frightens you and makes you anxious. It's a phobia you have managed to hide from everyone for fears of being treated weaker.
Jisung makes himself at home. He always has. He places the soju bottles on the kitchen countertop and Minho smiles to himself as he walks towards the point where Jisung has happily seated himself. Minho and you are on the other end of the counter while Jisung sits on the adjustable chair, swirling in it before stopping and facing you, Minho and the bottles of soju before him.
"Did it finally hit him?"
"I think?" You whisper back.
"I'm right here!" Jisung yells and you smile. Minho pulls the chair from under the counter and sits himself opposite the other male, pressing his lips together and trying to not laugh. He opens the bottle of soju after shaking it and hitting it against his elbow for a while. It clinks open, the metal hitting the glass before falling onto the table and you watch the two, as Minho pours a drink for Jisung.
He downs it in one go, letting out a loud sigh before stretching his arms and demanding a second one.
"Go easy, Sungie. You have the whole night."
"I don't," he huffs. "Now, please."
Minho pours it again before looking at you and you shake your head to indicate that you wouldn't mind a few. You grab hold of one of the empty cups on the counter before stretching your arm too. Minho laughs – a soft chuckle, so airy and light that you find yourself holding your breath for a small second there – and he pours you your drink. 
You twirl your drink, watching the liquid glide against the surface of the cup. Your best friend gets up and walks a little into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a box of leftovers of fried chicken that you bought a few days ago. He pulls open the microwave to heat it and as he waits, he turns to look back at Jisung and asks him finally.
"Do you want me to drop a word to my uncle?"
"About?"
"He heads the Cheongsam Publication," Minho reveelas, pulling out the chicken from the microwave. He places it before the two of you and almost like you and Jisung were zoomed in, in an American sitcom, both of you gasp dramatically.
"Am I really your best friend?" Jisung yells and you narrow your eyes at Minho. Faking tears in his eyes, he persists in questioning,  "Do I not matter to you, Minho?"
"Why are you rooming with me when you could possibly afford a whole room on your own?"
"Yes, Jisung," Minho sighs and sits back on his chair. You bend forward, arms folded against the table as you stare at your best friend in betrayal. "Also, Y/N, don't you love having me around?"
He laughs and rests his head on your shoulder suddenly, causing you to stiffen them in response. Your eyes drift to the left, trying to not make it overtly obvious that Minho's sudden reaction has taken you by surprise. Your eyes land forward on Jisung who looks at you as if he knew this all along, as if he wanted exactly this. The man has a goddamn smirk plastered on his face.
Jisung downs two more shots and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, mumbling, "Slow the fuck down. No one's chasing you."
"Yeah, my goddamn plan," he mumbles before coughing and taking another. Minho sits up straight, finally lifting his head from your shoulder. He stretches his arm to pat Jisung's shoulder in comfort.
"I'll drop a word."
"Now, don't you dare go and say that you want to earn it and all that bullshit," you sigh. "It's the fucking Republic Of Korea. Nepotism is the norm."
"Not planning on saying that," Jisung glares at you. Clearly, Jisung is slightly tipsy, having been the only person to keep drinking. You and Minho opt to just watch over Jisung for the night. Your best friend puckers his lips in Minho's direction and blowing kisses, he says, "I love you, Minho."
"Changbin wouldn't like you saying that to another man though," you scoff and Jisung flips you the middle finger before downing one more and standing up. The thunder rattles the three of you exactly then and you grip the table, face turning pale instantly. Minho's attention darts to you quickly in concern.
"You okay?" You hum in response, unconvincingly though to Minho whose gaze lingers on you in worry for just a while more. That is, till Jisung rips it away by dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead and playing the damsel in distress as he gasps so loudly, staring at the big window.
"It's raining heavily," he sighs and you shudder, afraid of another thunderstorm as you grip tightly on the side of the table.
"So?" Minho asks, both eyebrows raised at the man before him, looking at the two of you with doe eyes.
"I'm staying over, thanks," he rushes and runs to your bedroom, quickly shutting the door and latching it and you and Minho stare at each other. As soon as the realisation of what could happen dawns over you, you rush to your closed bedroom, fists banging against the wooden door.
"Yah, Han Jisung," you turn to look at Minho who watches you in amusement. "Open the fucking door."
"No. I don't want to go back home in the rain. You and Minho can share the bed. I am never opening the door. Good night."
"What the fuck? Yah, Sungie, stop acting like a child. Open the door now." You hear no response. "Sungie? Answer me. Open the door please." Minho walks over to you, and tries knocking too, in vain however because Jisung has no plans to open the door.
You look at Minho, the man slightly towering you as he stands by your side and you gasp. You had to share the bed with the same man you just realised you could, perhaps, have developed feelings for?
"Fuck."
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Jisung: it finally seems to be working, binnie! luck's on my side this time. Changbin: oh baby. just please don't be disappointed if it doesn't work out this time either. Jisung: i won't be because it's definitely going to work out. eeeee! i'm so excited! 
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Another thunderstorm ripples through the air.
Your heart beats quicker in anxiety, eyes squeezing shut as you grip tightly on the pillow, a light whimper leaving your lips. You feel the mattress shuffling underneath you and in the next minute, your ears are covered by Minho's hands. You stiffen as he edges closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder as his palm pressed against your pinna, covering your ear completely to protect you from the loud sounds of the thunder.
"Minho, what—"
His hand on your right ear slightly shifts to the side as he bends forward to whisper into your ear, to amplify the sounds enough as a way to distract you.
"You never ever told me you were scared of thunderstorms."
Lee Minho is way too close to you to think straight. You feel his body pressed against your back, heat radiating from him to you through your oversized hoodie. His breath is harsh against your skin as he leans close to whisper into your ear. And all this in an attempt to forget the thunderstorm.
So far, it's working like magic. 
Your voice is almost small when you inform him, "We never happened to be in the same place during one," and Minho swears to God, he could lose it completely. All the self control to not confess and take you there is so ready to be shoved out of the window that all he can do is try and focus on worrying about your fears.
"I'll protect you," he mumbles so softly that you turn around to look at him. His eyes are bright in the soft lights in his room and as he lies by your side, so close that you can hear his heart that beats faster and his breath that is shallow, your lips part and you watch him.
You are fully justified for falling in love with this man. 
A man that tells you he'd protect you from your fears, god alone knows how, but the fact that they don't seem like empty words. A man that you know like the back of your hand and the same man that seems to have protected you all throughout your life, even if you have done the same. It was inevitable. Falling for Lee Minho is inevitable.
And that's why you kiss him. Because you're in love with him so badly that all you can zero in is him, him, him.
Your lips press against his, so softly for a split second. As if you are unsure. As if you know you could be ruining years of friendship over something the two of you could consider a mistake. 
You kiss him and suddenly it's the only thing that matters to you right now. Him, him, him. Your lips are slow and soft against him. It is almost as if you are reminding yourself that there has been nothing more morbidly right than this. To fall in love with your best friend. Minho's hand slowly lifts up to rest below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breath mingles only for a split second — one filled with hesitance and uncertainty — before you pull away, looking at your best friend.
It is just a second of a kiss and with Minho so stiff by your side, you panic, and ramble. "I'm sorry. I should have thought it could be unrequited. I like you and I should have asked—”
Minho crashes his lips on yours, so quickly that it takes your breath away and cuts your sentence in half, but you don't care. He pulls you towards him, hands cupping your face tightly and angling it to kiss you, encasing your lower lips in his as he moves against your pink ones. You let out a small gasp as you deepen the kiss, running your fingers down his spine, holding him as close as possible until there is no space left between the two of you. It is just you and him in this small room. Just you and him in focus. You can feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Loud, clear and unknown to you that it beats for you in this minute. That it has always been beating for you.
Minho presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and, the minute you let him in, he delves inside your mouth, tongue chasing after yours. Minho kisses you like he has finally achieved the greatest thing ever and he never wants to let it go. Minho kisses like he loves you and you feel it. You feel every ounce of it.
Your arms move up his back and tangle around his thick, strong neck. Playing with the ends of his roots, you suck on his lower lips before he pulls away and finally tells you, "I've always been in love with you, Y/N. Always."
Kissing you again, his thumb digs into the skin by your jaw as he delves deeper, as if he never wants to let you go. The air in the room heats up when your hand moves under his shirt, feeling his muscles under your skin and you moan against his lips. Minho lets go of your lips only to kiss the side of it and then your cheeks and then your jugular before he is littering kisses all over your neck. You moan explicitly, gripping on him and slightly grinding on his thigh. You feel your core heating up, arousal sticking to your panties and all you can think is,
“I want you.”
Minho swears to God that he has always loved confident women but when you shattered right before him and built your confidence right back up — that is the hottest thing he swears he has seen. That, and the fact that you had always been hot before his eyes.
“Really?” Minho lifts himself up and hovers on top of you.
“Really,” you decide to respond before you cup his face and pull his face closer to yours. You don't pull him in for a kiss just yet. Your eyes zero on him, trying to cancel out the loud thunderstorms in the background and just focus on the man before you that you love, that you've been in love unknowingly for a while. 
You just hold his face and learn. You try to remember every single detail of his face that you never focussed on before.
You realise over again that his eyes are your favourite thing. They are black as charcoal and yet still shimmer as if stars are trapped and enclosed beneath them. And when he narrows them to look at you with a daze, your heart throbs and you gulp. They make your heart hurt whenever they fix on you.
You know his skin is soft as you touch. As creamy and velvety as they are, you can't stop touching him. 
His mouth is a pretty shade of coral, plump and pouty and honestly so kissable it hurts to look at it for more than a few seconds. You wonder how you haven't driven yourself to kiss him yet. All these years.
Everything about his face is soft and delicate, that is till he turns a little to the side and angles it perfectly, his head backward and you can clearly see the sharpness of his jawline; the distinct manly cut that makes your mouth dry and your heart beat faster. 
“You are perfect,” you gulp, your eyes back on him and Minho smiles widely. His warm breath caresses your face and his forehead is pressed against yours immediately.
“You know what else is perfect, baby?”
“No,” your voice is airy, even though you already know what he is going to say. You know it and yet the thought causes your heart to skip a bit, and flutter a lot in your chest.
“You and everything you have to offer. You are not average. You are one of the most perfect women I've seen in my whole life, Y/N,” he says. As soon as the words spill from his mouth, your lips are on his, claiming his mouth, the same ones that whispered into your ear that there is nothing to be afraid when he's right there by your side.
He gasps loudly as your hands leave his face and move to his hair to pull him down towards you — you need him so close to you. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to bend a lot forward and gladly welcome the intrusion of your tongue.
His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses and those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs. 
His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bottom cheeks.
“Minho,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing. You fear getting too addicted to this human – more than you already are – to a point where you need to be attached to him by the hip, to never let go of him.
Minho's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin. 
His hand moves from your clothed arse to under your hoodie, hand pressed against your back as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and god, you feel infinite and powerful.
His lips hover on yours. He smiles widely and you think it's cute. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again.
You nod your head to signal yes. You hold your breath and your eyes flutter shut, awaiting him and his warmth.
Minho's kiss is slow and delicate at first. It is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, so much more, that you want to pull him in and suck the life out of him and yet, at the same time, it is precious and laced with not only the passion of the moment but also the tenderness of a first time together.
It makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own. 
Your heart is beating quicker than ever in your chest, against your ribs, and you pull him even closer, so tight your chests have no choice but to heave against each other with every single breath you take. You don’t want to let him go, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.
Minho is something you desperately want to hold onto in your life. He knows your secrets, your everything. He knows what you like and how you like it. He seems to know everything and the thought of letting him go aches your heart and constraints your throat with a sob you wouldn't dare to let out. You want him to be completely yours.
And these thoughts turn you desperate. They force you to make the kiss deeper, to lick his lips and bite them down, to gulp down every sigh and whimper that comes out of him and make them your own. To make him yours.
Your eyes flutter shut, taking in the way his mouth moves over yours, arching further into him. You groan into his mouth and his grip on your back tightens instantly.
“I want you so much, Minho,” you whimper against him after your lips part from his. You lick your lips and gaze at him with your partially closed eyes. “So fucking much.”
“Then, have me. Take me,” Minho purrs against your exposed skin. In a minute, he pulls the oversized hoodie over you, leaving you in just your undergarments as he discards it to the side. His mouth moves over the skin above your breasts and his hand traces the bra you are wearing. He gazes at it and mumbles before latching his mouth back on your skin, “You are so fucking beautiful. Always have been.”
You gleam in pride and your body arches at the contact of his mouth on your skin. Your hands are on the side of his face as you pull him away.
“Can I?”
“Have me? Yes. Completely,” he smiles. He wonders if you are confident. That's all that he hopes when you look at him so unsure and so doubtingly. 
You wet your lips again quickly, your breath coming out in hot puffs of air. Your hands immediately rush to his top, roughly pushing it above. Minho helps you out and pulls it completely away. You are blinded by the passion burning inside of you, your hands eager to explore and touch every expanse of his glowing skin. You want to touch, feel, have a complete experience. You want Minho to remind you of everything you are missing out on.
Your lips attack his neck in a hurry, all rough and passionate on his tender, soft skin, blooming red roses that turn purple against it. You repeat your actions till he’s softly moaning out your name, almost purring them out that you feel yourself becoming slicker. His hands on your back pull you closer and into him so that you won’t stop tainting his flesh and slowly, his soul, in the best ways possible.
Minho whines and sighs and grunts for you. He doesn't hold himself back as his lips leave appreciation for who you are. He closes his eyes as he parts his lips to whimper out your name with every new thing you find that excites him and it drives you absolutely insane. 
You know you should not but you can’t stop wondering how he would sound like as you fuck him hard, rock on his cock to milk his orgasm, make him beg not to stop. You desperately want to break him and draw all these nice sounds out of him, but you know it would most probably be the other way round. Minho allows you to take control occasionally but you know he wants the lead. He wants to be the one to break you apart and pull you back together. 
He pulls back from you, his hands leaving your back and resting on either of your sides. Minho's dark hair brushes over his crescent lidded eyes and nearly shields the hungry, desperate gaze of them. His hand plays with the strap of your panties as his gaze flickers between affection and lust. He cocks his head to the side before asking, “You do want this, right?”
You nod, hoping it would be enough and that he would resume.
“I need to hear you say it out loud, baby,” he firmly says and you gulp.
“Yes, yes. Minho, fuck, I want this. I need this,” you whine, your eyes glassy, as you grip his forearm to lift yourself up and grate and move against the evident bulge on his jeans. 
Minho merely needs that verbal confirmation. He pulls away your panties, resting on your hips and you groan. Still hovering above you and his hands over your pubic mound, his fingers trail lower and you tug at your lower lip in anticipation. Easily, he finds your clit, and begins to rub in slow, languid, lazy motion, up and down, waiting for the moan he so loves to hear from you to spill from your mouth. He grins when he hears those little whimpers and you feel your legs lose mobility from the pleasure he brings you with just a flick of his finger. 
Your back slightly arches off the soft mattress upon the bed when his finger leaves your clit to draw a line up your wet slit, collecting as much of your arousal as he can before slipping his glistening fingers out to admire them in the light. Your cheeks taint pink in embarrassment.
“Fuck,” Minho moans, taking his coated finger into his mouth to suck your juices from it. His eyes flutter shut as if he’s tasting the sweetest aphrodisiac ever known and your lips part at this sight. Lee Minho looks irresistible and you want him, completely.
“God,” he groans. Minho slides himself down your body until he’s in level with your pussy. His eyes gazed at it in sheer adoration and your hand slapped against your mouth. He takes two fingers to spread your lips apart for a better view. “You’re dripping, baby girl.”
You wail as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing your fold, making you whine his name out loud. The way you plead for him, beg for him, grind down on his teasing fingers, all set a fire inside you. This has been what you had been craving for so long. The ability of this man to cloud your thoughts and set your body on fire makes you yearn for him even more.
“Minho,” you cry out, whimpering underneath him. “Fingers. I need you. Please, Minho.”
You gasp, your voice airy, when the tip of his finger tentatively slips into you while your fingers dig at his shoulders between your thighs. “Minho, I want you. I just really want you. I need to feel you. Please.”
He drags his finger out of you before you clutch onto him, feeling the need to be overwhelmed. He presses his thumb on your clit and a whimper leaves your mouth. 
“Minho.” And he slides his digit in again almost as if on cue. He pumps his finger in and out of you as his thumb harshly rubs circles on your clit. Your hand leaves your mouth and grabs your hair as the other digs further into his shoulder. 
His mouth leaves hot air against the skin covering your acetabulum and you shudder. His lips graze from there till your thigh before biting on them, sucking them deliriously and leaving you as a whimpering mess.
“Minho, fuck!” You scream, your fingers grabbing your hair to hold control of your body. 
“That's it, baby,” he says against the skin of your thighs. “How I've wanted those beautiful lips to scream out my name from when I've felt them.”
Minho adds another finger and your eyes are screwed shut as he curls them within you and you gasp at the feeling of being widened. You are elated and you feel your arousal leaking down your thighs. He rubs your inside and your clitoris faster and you push your hips towards him, moving with his pace. Minho is also leaving beautiful purple marks in a trail on your thigh and you gape in awe.
You find it all too much. Your emotions are all over the place and your hormones rise up. The movement of his fingers inside you and around your clit, his lips attacking your erogenous spots, kissing, biting and licking short stripes on them. It finally gets to you and you scream his name out in pleasure. Your first orgasm comes crashing down upon you, blinding you. You release all over his fingers and Minho helps you ride out your high as he drags his finger repeatedly but this time, slower than what had been. 
Your head lifts up and hits the pillow slightly as it tilts away. Minho moves upwards, hovering over your face and smiles. You smile back. You are so happy and you do not know how to put it into words.
“Minho?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks?”
“For what?” He looks at you quizzically. 
“That was my first orgasm in months now that wasn't brought about by my own fingers,” you smile wearily and Minho leans forwards and kisses your forehead.
"Should have come to me," he laughs.
"Didn't know if I'd be ruining our friendship."
"Pfft," he scoffs, before kissing you again, his lips gliding against yours and piecing in as if they were always meant to be against yours. "I've been in love with you forever."
"Took me a while to know my own feelings," you mumbles. “Also,” you continue, hoping he listens to your request. “Can I . . . ride you?”
Minho is stunned. There are so many things about you that stuns him and maybe it's the way you try to take control that make you look so much hotter before his eyes. 
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you plead. “If that is not a bother to you.”
“Why would it? Your wish is my command, but only for this night. Next time, my love, we do this my way,” he teases and winks and your core throbs at his words.
Minho pulls himself away from your body, pulling his shirt over his head and his denim down and away. As he flings his clothes aside and relaxes against the mattress, his cock springs free against his stomach, leaking with milky precum. You sit up beside the space Minho has taken over and watch him and his cock deliriously and lustfully.
You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You’re really doing this. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Minho, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Minho notices.
“It’s okay,” he reassures you, sensing your reluctance and worry. He pushes back the stray hair falling over your eyes. “You're doing wonderful, babygirl. You are finally all mine. What a pretty girl and all to myself now."
You nod, biting down on your lower lip, and tugging at it harshly, cheeks heating up at his words, arousal gushing out as you look down before aligning with his cock. You want this. You needed this release.
As your folds, dripping with thick, sticky arousal, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you moaning out his name, gasping and panting for air, “Fuck, Minho.”
You rock your hips into him, trying this as you picture it to be, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick length. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord.
As much as Minho wants to give you complete power over this, it isn't like him and he wishes he could be better. Minho takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Minho,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and you feel sad.
As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Minho, ah!”
He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. You are glad he is helping you out because you know you could not have done it on your own after having just ridden out your high.
The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you. 
You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the second time that night. Minho’s finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge. Minho knows how to make a woman putty in his hands and you are a living witness of this.
“Are you going to come?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.
“Y-Yes,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, you feel so good, Minho.” You lean forward and the motion causes Minho to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.
Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Minho, fuck. Oh fuck, you feel so good.”
“Then, come.”
Minho moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Babygirl, oh fuck. Come all over my cock.”
Minho’s other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find their place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and his eyes flicker a mischief that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Minho’s cock tightly.
Minho learns that your dirty liking for choking is incredibly hot. Seeing you like this is what he knows would get him to come when you are not around. Your fucked out expression as you gasp for air makes Minho plunge into you harder and you choke harder.
A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Minho's waist, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.
Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you.
Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him. 
“Hey,” you say and smile. 
Minho kisses your forehead and then, the peak of your nose, and finally, kisses your lips, softly. It isn't lustful or anything. Just plain passion seeping from him to you. You feel his admiration and an emotion you fear to mistake for love. He pulls away and smiles, “Hey, beautiful.”
He comes closer and licks the side of your neck, where he had wrapped his fingers out. The one fantasy that you are so in love with. He peppers soft kisses around it and mumbles an apology. 
“No,” you quickly stop him. “That was everything. I— I really like you." Pausing, the thought crashes your head, post your high and you mumble, "Fuck, I fell in love with my best friend." 
You nuzzle into his chest after he pulls back, your arms wrapping around his body as you calm yourself. Minho chuckles into your ear, "Yes, yes. You clearly did. What do we do now?"
"Take responsibility." You mumble as you slowly find yourself feeling sleepy. Your eyes are slowly drooping and your voice lowers in tone, words drifting away almost, “You better take responsibility for my feelings and take care of me.”
“It'd truly be my honour,” Minho mumbles, lifting you slowly to push his one arm beneath your neck. He uses the other hand to push your hair away from your face. Kissing your forehead, lips lingering for a while, he smiles to himself, laughing slightly as he asks you, "Was the schlong good?”
You laugh softly, snuggling into his chest, fist against it as you try to fall asleep, thunderstorms long forgotten. Kissing his chest, you giggle, "Best ever schlong I have ever had, baby. All mine to keep now."
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okay so I love littlemix!reader x Tom holland??? the best pairing ever??? Anyways could you do something based of Holiday, like it’s obviously based off their lovers and maybe his reaction to the song & mv? Pls I’m in love with Baby Mix btw 😌❤️
Glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix member!reader x Tom Holland fics, I’m enjoying them too🥰 Thank you for the support on Baby Mix, btw, I appreciate it! Sorry for taking so long! Much love and happy reading💖
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Holiday
I completely forgot when the girls dropped the video so I’m making up a time. Enjoy:)
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Counting down the minutes to midnight, Tom continuously refreshed the YouTube app on your smart tv. The two of your were in his shared home with Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine. You’ve been staying with the lot since the beginning of quarantine; London’s travel ban prevented you from catching a flight back home to your family, resulting in your boyfriend, Tom, begging you to stay with him and his mates. You didn’t have a problem with it in all honesty, the boys were great and respectful roommates. Though you were the only woman in the house, they provided you with entertainment and respected your alone time. They were a nice group of lads, letting you in on inside jokes and making you feel like you were part of the gang. By now, you probably were part of the gang. Harrison even considered on replacing Tom with you.
“Bubs, the video’s not gonna be up yet.” You glance at the screen that showed the previous videos the band’s channel posted. Tom huffed, nudging your arms apart so he can squeeze through them to lay on your chest. The two of you were currently in his room waiting for the release of Holiday’s music video. Tom had been anticipating the video all day, asking for hints about the music video’s concept and wondering how it looked.
With his body snuggled up against yours, he rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arm around your torso. His other hand reached towards the tv with the remote as he clicked the video for Break Up Song.
“I know it’s not gonna be up yet, but what if they accidentally uploaded it early? I wanna see the video already.” He whined. His fingers began to drum to the beat of Break Up Song on your stomach.
You laughed, fingers carding through his brown curls that have grown for the past months. He hums along to the song while you text the girls. He lets out a chuckle once he sees you on the screen doing the dance that he’s been helping you learn for the video. You had been struggling to get the choreography down and doing the moves on time. Noticing your desperate attempts at the moves, Tom offered to help you. Obviously in the end you perfected the choreography, seeing as it made the video, thanks to Tom.
“You are so cute.” He mused watching you dance around in the video. “Look at you dance, I don’t know what you were so worried about. You look so adorable when you dance and look at your face! Just wanna squish those cheeks together.” He began to tease you. You whine his name out as he reached up to squish your cheeks together with his hand. Your phone began to rang causing him to stop. He glances at the sceeen, “It’s my best friend, lemme answer it.”
“Go ahead.” You giggled handing him your phone. His head remains on your chest as he answers the FaceTime call. Jesy pops up on the screen with a giant smile but it drops once she sees Tom, changing into a playful scowl.
“Hi best friend!” Tom greets her loudly, a playful grin on his face. Jesy rolls her eyes at the boy.
“Hi Tom.” She greeted him sarcastically. “Give the phone to (y/n).”
“She’s right here, see,” Tom moved the phone further away so you were both in the frame. You waved at her, “Jess I miss you!” You cried.
“I miss you too darling—Tom give her the bloody phone!” Jesy scolded him through the phone. He let out a dramatic sigh before handing you your phone and snuggling into your stomach, mumbling something about “not being able to catch a break from the constant bullying of Jesy Nelson.”
“Right just a few minutes left, I’m trying to get the other girls on here.” Jesy explained as she tapped around her phone. Sooner or later. The two of you were joined by Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne.
Perrie let out a squeal as she saw everyone on the screen, “You guys I miss you so much!”
“Didn’t we all see each other just a few weeks ago?” Jade asked sipping on a glass of wine as per usual.
“Yeah, on the set, but it’s a few weeks too long.” You pouted. You noticed that everyone was drinking except for you, “Wait, has everyone got a drink except for me?”
Leigh-Anne’s eyes scanned everyone on the screen, “You are, are you in bed already? It’s so early babe.”
“Leigh-Anne’s it’s literally about to be midnight, it’s late.” Jesy chimes. Jade makes a sound of disagreement, “I mean does time even matter anymore?”
“What day is it anyway? I’ve lost track.” Perrie thought out loud. You moved to get up from the bed but Tom stopped you. “Where are you going?” He whispered.
“I’m getting a drink, I’ll be back.” You patted his cheek before sitting up. He stops you once again and stands from the bed, “I’ll get you one.” He kisses your temple and leaves the room.
“Aww, was that Tom?” Jade asked leaning closer to her camera. You hummed, “Yup, being the amazing boyfriend he is and getting me a drink.”
Perrie smirked at you, “Gosh, there’s that smile again. She’s whipped for ‘im ladies!” The girls began “ooo-ing” like a bunch of elementary school girls. “Guys, stop.” You whine.
“Have you told him the part you wrote was inspired by him?” Leigh-Anne asked, chin in her palm.
“No, I’ll tell him while he’s watching. He’s been so excited the whole day, probably more than me.” You chuckle. As if on cue, Tom comes back in with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“Tom’s going to be so nerdy about it, like a cute nerdy, you know what I mean? All mushy gushy. Like how he gets whenever (y/n) kisses his cheeks.” Jesy said as the girls cooed. Tom peeks from beside you.
“Did I hear that correctly? Did Jesy just compliment me?” He asked everyone, looking back at you for confirmation. You shrugged as you looked at Jesy. Jade stifled a laugh at Jesy’s annoyed expression.
“Oh fuck off you div. It’s an observation. You could barely compose yourself whenever you’re around (y/n).” Jesy playfully jabs at him. You adored their friendship, it was like a brother/sister bond. Jesy being the older sibling and Tom being the annoying little brother.
“Jes, leave the poor boy alone, he makes our baby happy.” Perrie defended Tom. Tom smiles thankfully at her, “Thank you Perrie, at least I know some of you like me.”
Tom pops open the champagne and takes one of the glasses to pour the beverage in, “But I’ll take it as a compliment Jes. Cheers to that.” He raises his glass and clinks it with your phone screen. You and the girls continue to talk until midnight. When the video was finally released you all celebrated and took some screenshots of each other to post later.
When your FaceTime call with the girls ended, you turned to Tom, who already had the video up on the screen. He made grabby hands at you and pulled you to sit in between his legs. With his back against the headboard he made sure the two of you were comfy before asking you, “Can I click play now?”
You chuckled at him as his leg bounced, “Yup.” He pressed play, placing the remote down and wrapping his arm around your front to pull you closer to him. The intro to the video starts, the title of the song appearing on the screen in a water type font. Jesy pops up on the screen singing her part, Tom cheers yelling “It’s my best friend!”
Tom hypes each of the girls up while they appear on the screen, cheering their names. When the chorus comes, his brows furrow as he looks down at you. “Wait where are you? Why—why didn’t they show you yet?” He questioned you, visibly upset. You were about to answer but instead pointed to the screen when you realized your part was coming up.
Boy, have I told ya?
You give it to me like no other guy
We got that heat, yeah, like the summer (summer)
And that's why I'm so glad I made you mine
You appeared on the screen, body cladded in a white bikini that had gold straps for both the bra and thong. You bursted out laughing when you saw Tom’s reaction. His eyes look like they were about to bulge out his head while his jaw was slacked.
“Holy...shit.” He mumbled eyes glued to the screen as you sang. The scene was you in that blue hallway type set. You looked at the camera, bedroom eyes fully activated as your back slid down the wall. You felt his grip around you tighten, his breathing getting deeper.
The scene changed to the one with the planets, sculptures, and lounging chairs. You were seen walking towards a Chaise lounge, giving the camera a perfect view of your bum. While you sat sideways on the couch in the video, Tom couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous you looked in the video. You looked like a goddess, confident as you strutted around in that little number of yours in the video.
You turned to look at him once your part was done and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You know my whole part was about you right?” His head snaps to look at you, “You wrote something about me in a song?”
“Tommy, I always do. Who else would I be singing about?” You asked him amused. He took a second to think before shaking his head, “I thought it was in general, like it was based on how you would feel if you were with someone that made you feel that way.”
You nod at his explanation, “Well yeah, the fans could see it that way. But when I sing it, it’s about you.”
A goofy grin made its way to his face before he giggled, “It’s about me.” He pulled you into a hug from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. He turned back to the tv to see you all dressed as mermaids while you sang your part in the chorus.
“Wait what—you’re mermaids?” The look of confusion appeared on his face again as he tried to figure out the video. He looked at you then back to the screen, repeating the action a few times.
“I never thought I’d say this, but if you were a mermaid, I’d still fuck you.” He confessed with a shrug. You bursted out laughing at his confession, “How do you even fuck a mermaid, Tom?”
His hands gripped your sides, voice going down an octave, “You tell me, (y/n). Get the mermaid tail back and we’ll find out.” You looked at him shocked, “Thomas!”
He laughed dropping the act and went back to watching the music video. “Wait, I’m still cofused. I thought you guys were in space cause of the planets and stuff. Why are you guys also underwater? And mermaids?” You tilted your head trying to come up with an answer for him.
“Um—it’s a spa, on a another planet, which also has an ocean I’m guessing, and that’s why we’re also mermaids?” You explained, also questioning yourself.
“I like the concept, probably the most random video you guys have had, but it’s sick.” He approved of the video with an impressed look on his face. When the video ended, he immediately pressed replay. Though when your part came up this time he let out a “GOD DAMN” before his eyes scanned you up and down. When he finally felt like he’s processed the music video, he let it play in the background and paid attention to you.
He leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly, “Love, that was amazing. I’m proud of you.” He was quick to add on, “And thank you for writing a part of the song about me, I never thought someone would write a song about me, not even a part. But thank you, I love you so much.”
You giggled shoving your face into his neck as you both moved to cuddling. Suddenly you remembered something you and the boys promised to do.
“Tom! We were supposed to watch the video with the other boys! Remember we promised to not watch it without them?” You leaned back to look at Tom who was already shaking his head.
“Oh they’re not allowed to watch the video.” He muttered. Your brows furrow at him. Tom motions to the tv, the part where your bum was facing the camera on the screen.
“Because of that, I don’t need them seeing that, that’s mine.” One of his hands trail down the length of your back to grip your ass. He rolled over so he was on top of you, dipping his head into your neck, his lips ghosted fluttery kisses along your skin. You let out a content sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. When his lips reached your ear, he whispered, “But seriously though, you should think about investing in a mermaid tail.”
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blu-joons · 3 years
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DATING DAY6 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kang Younghyun
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A ⇴ AFFECTION
Younghyun is very much a gentleman and his affection will reflect this. He’ll keep you close to him as often as he can, and constantly give you kisses to remind you that he loves you and that he’s right there beside you.
B ⇴ BEFORE DATING
You knew that Younghyun was popular amongst most people, so when he first started talking to you, you thought he was just being polite. He definitely tried to drop a few hints that he liked you, but you were convinced that was how he treated most people, unaware of just how special you were becoming in his eyes.
C ⇴ CONFESSION
He ended up confessing to you when he began to feel you get quite distant. He was worried that he’d done something wrong, so when you told him you were confused about the signals, he was sending you, he decided to make them clear. You were kicking yourself as he told you how he felt for thinking that he’d treat everyone so kindly or that he would be so kind to you if there wasn’t some ulterior motive behind it.
D ⇴ DATES
Every week, Younghyun would try and work at least one date night into his busy schedule. He loved to take you out to dinner more than anything else, he’d pick you up at your house and make sure that he always dressed smartly. At the restaurant, he’d always pull your chair out for you and be able to pinpoint exactly what you wanted on the menu. Dates with Younghyun often left you speechless, you weren’t quite sure how you ever managed to get so lucky in finding him, but you always made sure to treasure him.
E ⇴ EXPERIENCE
You were the first relationship Younghyun had been in, which often worried him. He wanted to make sure that he was the perfect boyfriend, he was always scared about making mistakes or doing something wrong. His biggest concern was neglecting you, he wanted to be transparent with you that he was a busy guy, and even though you often reminded him that you would be fully supporting of his career, he couldn’t help but feel bad that there were so often times when you’d go a while without seeing or hearing from him.
F ⇴ FIGHTING
The two of you didn’t tend to argue often, it was hard to find the time to speak to each other sometimes, let alone argue. It surprised Younghyun how little the two of you argued, he’d often expect for you to shout at him when he finally found the time to see you after weeks apart, but instead you’d sit him down and make sure that he was looking after himself. He never quite knew what to say when you were so kind to him, he’d always prepare himself to defend why he hadn’t made much time for you only to come to you and be cared for. You’d sit and listen to how everything was going with him, making sure he was healthy.
G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY
You knew that he was only an only child, so his family wanted the best for him. Knowing they lived abroad too meant that you only got to meet them over video call. That didn’t change the fact though that they could see how happy Younghyun was to be around you, which meant they instantly adored you too.
H ⇴ HOME
He was keen to find a place for the two of you, but he was worried in amongst his busy schedule that you’d end up spending so much time alone. Knowing that the boys were at the dorm was a huge relief for him as he knew they’d keep you company, but yet again, you were understanding, and happily lived wherever Younghyun was.
I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
The first ‘I love you’ came from Younghyun after a long day with you. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d seen you properly, but seeing you was exactly what he needed to pick himself back up. He couldn’t help but utter those three words at the end of the evening before he left, making sure you knew how thankful he was.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
Younghyun wasn’t someone who often got jealous, he trusted you and was happy to give you a bit of space from time to time. The most he’d get jealous about was your friends whenever they got to spend more time with you. He hated missing out, he hated that you’d end up having to go to gatherings and parties without him. As much as he’d pretend that he was fine about it, he wanted to be there by your side, so when work called instead, he was jealous that you got to meet up with everyone whilst he was left behind.
K ⇴ KIDS
Having a family was a big deal for Younghyun, he’d told you that from the start. Being an only child, he knew it was up to him to give his parents grandchildren, which was something he desperately wanted to do. He was in no rush, he knew with you that your relationship was a long-term thing and that when the time was right for the two of you then having children would happen, and his family would be complete.
L ⇴ LAUGHTER
He loves to make you laugh more than anything else in the world, he always prays that your life is full of happiness and smiles. If he’s been away from you for a while, then he’ll always tell a joke on the radio because he knows that you’ll be listening. He loves to tickle you too when he wants to hear your laugh, sometimes the two of you will just be laid in a comfortable silence, when all of a sudden, his hands will attack your sides because he wants to be able to hear your laugh and put a smile back on his own face.
M ⇴ MISSING
Over time, the distance becomes a natural thing for the two of you. As much as he wants to spend all of his time with you, he knows that he can’t, but he always tries to make it up to you. It doesn’t matter to him how understanding you are, he wants you to know how appreciative he is. Deliveries will often appear at your door from him as a sign of his thankfulness towards you for being there for him. You don’t realise the effect you have on him sometimes, but just knowing he has someone waiting for him at home is a huge comfort for him having spent so long away from his family. As soon as he sees you for the first time, his arms will be around you straight away, enjoying the feeling of your touch back around him.
N ⇴ NICKNAMES
More than anything else, Younghyun just tends to call you ‘love,’ it’s the simple things that he loves. Whilst you often have nicknames for him, if you want to annoy him, ‘Brian’ will always come out to tease him.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
He’s obsessed with your body; he loves how perfectly it moulds against yours when you lie together and loves to explore everything about you with his hands.
P ⇴ PDA
Younghyun isn’t afraid of being affectionate with public if it means that it needs to keep you safe. His arms will often protect you from any attention that comes your way, whilst he’s happy sharing things with you and the fans, he’s very clear that there’s a line, and his arms will definitely push people back if they overstep it.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
He questions you the most when he wants to know if you’re alright. When he’s away from you, he worries a lot, so he’ll often check in at various points throughout the day to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
Before he goes on tour, Younghyun will write out lots of little notes to leave around the house for you to read. Whilst he can’t be there in person to say these things, he hopes that when you’re feeling down and read through them it will almost be as good as having him there. You always make sure to save them all, and whenever you’re missing him, you’ll dig them all out and read through each and every one.
S ⇴ SEX
Younghyun tends to be the more dominant one between the two of you, he likes to be in control and make you feel as if you’re being well looked after than the other way around. He’ll always put your needs ahead of his own, he makes sure to take his time with you and make sure that you know how much you mean to him. He’s never one to be quick with intimacy, he knows it’s something that should be treasured and special.
T ⇴ TEXTS
He texts you quite a lot to make sure that you know he’s doing alright, but to also make sure you are too. If there’s an artist at the station that he knows you like too, he’ll make sure to send you some photos and maybe even give you a call.
U ⇴ UNIVERSE
You were incredibly understanding of Younghyun’s career which was what he was most thankful for. In such a successful time, love had always been the things that had abandoned him until he met you, and now it was all complete.
V ⇴ VACATION
When the time for a holiday came around, you gave him little choice but to take you to Canada. You wanted him to be able to see his family and reunite with all his friends. You were desperate to meet them and listen to all the stories that they had to share about Younghyun, no matter how embarrassed it all made him.
W ⇴ WHINING
Not once did Younghyun ever whine around you, he was far too appreciative of all the things you already did for him to start expecting more from you.
X ⇴ XXXXX
Younghyun loved to kiss you as often as possible, he definitely used kisses as a resource to let you know how he was feeling. You always made sure to appreciate when you felt his lips rest against your skin. He’d often fall asleep absentmindedly with his lips resting against you, it quickly became a habit for him to tuck into the crook of your neck and lay there whilst pressing kisses against the exposed part of your skin.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his best friend, the one to complete the puzzle of his dreams.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
At night, you always made sure that Younghyun went to sleep as quickly as possible. You knew how hard he’d work, and despite his protests that he wanted to spend some time awake with you, you’d refuse and instruct him to sleep.
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haikyunicorn · 4 years
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⋇ the sweetest love [ miya osamu x reader ]
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♪ bitterlove - Ardhito Pramono
pairing(s): miya osamu x gn!reader
genre: fluffy, slight angst, comfort
warning(s): osamu falling in love w you
word count: 2.0k
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there is bitter in every day
In his entire life, Miya Osamu had never felt so anxious about the future before.
Standing in the dimly lit space of what should be his own onigiri shop, he could feel a slight ache starting to creep in on his arms and back from all the heavy lifting he had been doing all day. And yet, it seemed like there was nothing he could truly check off his mental to-do list -- he noted how the tables had been pushed to one corner along with a stack of chairs, how several boxes of varying sizes containing some items he ordered sat unopened near the door, how there was only one lightbulb installed so far, how half the walls hadn’t even been painted and the ones that had looked like they still needed a second coat.
Calm down. Osamu groaned internally and tried to listen to himself. Usually, Osamu prided himself as a level-headed person (especially when being compared to his twin, which happens a lot), but tonight his mind just wouldn’t sit still no matter how hard he wanted it to. The entire schedule he had previously set for his shop had been overthrown due to miscommunications with suppliers, delayed shipments of equipment and a mix-up of dates with his realtors, all resulting in the postponement of the opening of Onigiri Miya by at least a month. With every inhale, a gnawing tightness that almost made him nauseous ballooned in his chest.  
It just felt like the universe was conspiring against his dream.
but then i feel it
“Samu, you done for the day?”
Lost in his numbing thoughts, Osamu had missed the sound of the front door opening and was startled by the sweetest voice, effectively halting his train of thoughts. He was greeted by his favourite sight as he turned around to face the door.
You, stepping into the shop, only for your face to crinkle adorably as you scrunched your nose on account of the stinging smell of paint that suddenly disrupted your olfactories. One of his hoodies that you would often steal (like today, for example) hung loosely on your shoulders and covered you down to your mid-thighs. Your somewhat damp hair told him that you had gone home to your shared apartment to wash up before making your way to the shop. With a paper bag of what he assumed was takeout clutched securely in one hand, there was not a better sight in the world Osamu could ask for at the moment.
Frowning slightly at the lack of response on your boyfriend’s part, you stepped towards him and brought your free hand to rest on his cheek, feeling his tense muscles relax as he leaned into your touch. “You okay, Samu?” you ask again, a little softer this time.
Osamu nodded once. “Yeah. Just been a long day,” he replied, offering you a small smile to ease your worries and placed a hand on top of yours. “And,” he hesitated for a second, “a lot of thoughts, you know?”
You felt your heart twinge for Osamu. He had been working twice as hard lately and you only wished happiness and success for him -- God knows he deserved nothing less than. And as much as you would like to be by his side 100% through his journey, you had been busy catching your own deadlines as well, barely seeing Osamu briefly in the mornings before the both of you left and nights when the both of you would be too exhausted to properly spend some quality time together. Though, you finished earlier than usual tonight and coming home to an empty apartment had led you to order one of Osamu’s favourites as a treat and personally deliver it to make sure he actually eats and maybe coax him to return for the day.
“Come on.” You moved your hand from his face to his hand and gently tugged him along as you stepped back towards the door. “Let’s sit down and eat outside. Staying cooped up in here and inhaling paint all day can’t be healthy,” you joked lightly.
that you would be the only one
Osamu let you pull him outside, grateful for the first breath of fresh air he’s had in several hours, and sit him down on a public bench nearby. He hadn’t realised how sore the soles of his feet were until he sat down and took the pressure off of them.
The sun had long since set (not that Osamu noticed) and left behind the dark blue night sky. The moon was half-hidden behind passing clouds and he could scarcely make out several dots of stars scattered around it, outshined by the artificial metropolitan lights. The street that his shop stood on was illuminated by multiple streetlights planted several feet away from each other as well as the faint glow from windows of the other shops that resided on the same stretch of lane.
He watched intently as you reached into the paper bag and pulled out two packets of warm, ready-to-eat meals and handed one of them to him, the delicious scent wafting in the air making his stomach growl. You giggled and gave him a teasing look as you handed him a pair of chopsticks.
“Shut up,” Osamu grumbled in mock annoyance, gladly taking the chopsticks from you.
“I didn’t say anything,” you defended, albeit a cheeky smile remained on your lips.
“You didn’t have to.” Osamu couldn’t help but smile back at you. Most of the time, you never have to, he thought.
As both of you sat side by side on the bench, under the streetlights, eating a late dinner and talking about the most trivial things, Osamu found himself staring at you in child-like wonder. His eyes scanned your features as you shared a silly anecdote from your day and he thought about how much he positively adored you. From the corners of your eyes slightly upturned in a smile with a radiant twinkle in them, to your lashes fluttering almost enticingly every time you blink, to the apples of your cheeks, to the tip of your nose where he liked to leave small kisses, to your lips where he loved to leave not-so-small kisses.
And as if your beauty wasn’t enough, your mere presence never failed to soothe him, like it was doing tonight. Osamu felt his previous worries slowly dissipating and in its place, his fondness for you filling his heart. Every time his shoulder brushed against yours, his breath would hitch and pleasant tingles would run up his spine. Your voice could lull him into the most serene state of mind and he was always more than willing to let it.  
He’s still unable to fully comprehend how you had that effect on him. But Osamu was absolutely certain that you were the only one he wanted.
well, sometimes it doesn’t have to be so sure
“...and so that’s why Bokuto and Hinata are now banned from- Samu?” you yelped as Osamu startled you mid-rambling by abruptly shoving his face into the crook of your neck, his body slumped sideways to lean against you.
“Go on, sweetheart, I just want to stay like this for a while, yeah?” Osamu’s muffled voice reverberated against your skin, tickling you and causing goosebumps to form.
Instead of continuing your story like he’d asked, you put down your eating utensils and wiped your hands on a tissue before bringing a hand to Osamu’s hair and combing your fingers through them, lightly scratching his scalp. You knew he had been in a less than good mood when you arrived, but he had yet to mention anything about it. And you knew your boyfriend sometimes had a bad habit of keeping these things to himself.
“You wanna talk about it?” you offered, “maybe it’ll make you feel better.”
Osamu sighed. Originally, he wanted to let you do most of the talking tonight and allow you to distract him from his current predicaments. But he figured you were right, maybe he should talk about it. So, he took a deep breath and let a few seconds of silence hang between the both of you before speaking.
“It’s just… the shop preparations haven’t been on schedule, and it sucks. Still haven’t heard from the suppliers, I can’t seem to get anything done but new things to do keep piling on.” He paused for a while, relishing in the sensation of your hand weaving through his hair. “Everything’s so unsure now. I mean, we don’t even know if this onigiri shop thing will even work out, right?” Osamu added weakly, his voice almost shaky.
“Hey.” You untangled your fingers from his hair and moved your grip to his chin, making him look into your eyes. “It’s gonna work out, okay? This is your dream, and you’ve put so much of your love and effort into this onigiri shop, don’t give up on it,” you say firmly, eyes fixed on Osamu’s. “It might seem so far away right now, but as long as you keep at it, you’ll get there, Samu.”
Osamu felt that tightness in its chest again, but this time it was for a good reason.
“And,” you added more quietly, “I’ll always be here to support you. I’m so proud of you, Osamu.”
It took all of his willpower to not immediately break down right there and then. The past few days of mulling over his own negative thoughts with himself had taken a greater toll on Osamu than he had realised, and hearing the words of affirmation and support from one of the most important people in his life sent him over the moon. All he wanted was to be able to give you the same -- even more, if possible.
“I just want to make you happy,” Osamu murmured, dipping his head down to leave a peck on your palm. He felt tears burning behind his eyes and his breath catch in his throat. “I want to make sure this shop’s gonna do good, wanna give us a good, stable future as soon as possible, give you what you deserve.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle and plant a soft kiss on his forehead. “Silly boy,” you chastise jokingly, “I’m sticking around whether you like it or not, you know? I want you to reach your dream, no matter how long it takes or how hard it’s going to get, I’ll still be here for you.”
You slid your hands to rest on the back of his neck and leaned in closer to the grey-haired man, the gesture more than welcomed by Osamu. “And being with you, Miya Osamu, is more than enough to make me happy,” you whispered, before closing the distance between your lips and pulling him into a sweet kiss, trying to convey all your love in it.
The moon seemed to glow just a little brighter and a few more stars appeared to be blinking in the sky.
the sweetest love can be so hard to find
Osamu flicked the bathroom light switch off as he walked out, dressed in a comfy old t-shirt and pajama pants. Your shared room was only lit by the dim lights from the window but he could still make out a lump on the bed, tucked away under the covers and already half-asleep. He stilled for a moment and stood by the bathroom door, vision fixated on your form.
How the hell did I end up with a literal angel, Osamu wondered, memories of the time he had confessed to you back in high school flashed in his mind. He remembered noticing how sweet you were (and still are),  and had slowly fallen for you without even realising until one day, he found himself utterly bewitched by you and everything you do.
Osamu stopped pondering about how fate had somehow brought the both of you together, deciding he couldn’t care less as long as you were with him, and pulled back the corners of the covers to lie next to you. His heart fluttered in delight when, even whilst in your drowsy state, you scooted closer to him and rested your head against him, allowing him to pepper feather-light kisses against the crown of your head as he took you in his arms, whispers of sweet nothings from Osamu hypnotized you into deep slumber.
In his entire life, Miya Osamu had never felt so certain about anything before.
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y/n, you’re so sweet
hello! thank you for reading this fic. this ended up being longer than I originally planned and kind of filler-y but i kinda like how it turned out hehe. feedback/comments are always welcome! i made this with a gender neutral reader in mind, but in case i missed anything, please let me know
this was inspired by the song bitterlove by Ardhito Pramono. It’s one of my favourite songs and I highly recommend giving it a listen!
hope you enjoyed this (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) requests are open!
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fletchphoenix · 3 years
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He’s Helpless
so i saw @betrayedtraitor ‘s post about Donella being the ultimate mom at the varigo wedding and couldn’t resist writing some supportive Donella :)) enjoy! I’ll try to link the OG post but ya!
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Donella was happy.
Sure, Hugo had fucked up royally and betrayed her in order to help his boyfriend open the Eternal Library and, consequently, get possessed by her old partner, but he had found his happiness. She wasn’t one for sappy shit like soulmates or changing yourself at the last minute for the one you loved in order to make them happy - she used to despise it and think it was some bullshit trope for lonely people to indulge in, but somehow her son had well and truly proved her wrong.
She’d trained him up since he was a child to be the exact model of what she was - a thief. She taught him how to defend himself from attackers if he had to, how to steal and remove any trace that he was ever there, hell, she’d even trained him that the world was cruel and unforgiving, and that any hope you had would be crushed in an instant. She taught him love was simply something that people used to build you up and make you think you had purpose before they revoked it almost immediately. She really thought he’d accepted her ideals fully.
And then Varian came along.
Of course it would’ve been Ulla’s son to change her son’s mind. He’d inherited the moonstone blue, wide and curious eyes that his mother had, and her obsession with alchemy that she’d also passed on to her son. Maybe that’s why Hugo had gotten so attached to him, having someone so similar to his age and with the same interests, of course after years of having just Donella around him who was interested in alchemy, he’d instantly connect with someone else with that very interest. 
It didn’t surprise her when Hugo had told her that he and Varian were together romantically. In fact, she had a bet going with Cyrus to see how long it was taken (which, by the way, she’d won, thank you very much) and supported the couple endlessly. They were adorable together, the pair clearly loving each other more than anything else in the universe and willing to do anything for each other.
What did surprise her was how long the proposal took. It took far too long for the pair to finally decide to propose, Donella was sure she’d turn to ash before they even decided to bring up the option to each other. So when it happened, needless to say she celebrated silently and tore into Hugo as though she were a starving animal and he was a piece of meat.
“I am very disappointed in you, Hugo. Very very disappointed.” She declared, pacing across the marble floor in the hallway, the heels of her boots clicking against it as her son gripped onto the hand of his now-fiance. They must’ve been scared, both boys shaking in each other’s arms before she turned her head to look at them. “I mean, really. You’re my son and you didn’t even propose first! I seriously can’t believe it! You seriously took so long that he had to take matters into his own hands!” 
“Oh my g-Mom, you literally had me terrified!” Hugo complained as he leant forward, frowning at Donella and kissing Varian’s forehead as Varian cackled from laughter. Donella smiled softly and subtly as they held each other, nodding in approval towards her son-in-law before turning her back to them.
“All jokes aside, I really am happy for you two. I’m just disappointed it took you so long considering how many hours I’ve sat through you gushing about Varian and how he’s the ‘only person in the world for you’.” Hugo’s face flushed at that comment, his fiance smirking as Donella chuckled. “Anyway, get back to the party.” She ushered them back in with a smile before the widest grin in her life appeared on her face and she headed back in.
It was her proudest moment for her son to come to her for advice about her vows, though she’d never expected for his original draft to be so...long. She swore he’d been going on and on about the boy’s freckles for a whole month before finally moving on to something else. It was her fault - she’d tried and tried and tried to stop the boy from talking too much when he was a child, though it was a habit he never broke out of. He made a massive deal about a lot, and though it was useful in their previous line of work, they were good, (mostly) non-thieving people, and the need for an overbearing and..very weirdly specifically detailed explanation of something was no longer a necessity. 
“You’ve been talking for 40 years about freckles, Hugo. Just-come here and let me show you how to do it.” she complained, leaning forward and taking a quill, dipping it generously in some ink before proceeding to examine the speech. Editing and crossing things out left,right and centre, she finally settled back with a sigh and looked at her son. “I know you love him, Hugo. I can tell. But seriously, some of this is just...not needed at all.”
“What do you mean?” the blonde asked cluelessly, sitting beside her and fixing his tie, “I think all of it is quite relevant.”
“You talked about how he snorts when he laughs and how many freckles he has, followed by a detailed description about their shapes, sizes and if they join together to make a constellation. That..it’s sweet but I felt like slamming my head into a wall and praying that it knocked me out completely for three days. Just...try something like this.” She began, picking up some parchment from the table and beginning to scribble down some notes, handing the sheet to her helpless son. “That can be your starting point.”
Hugo took a glance at the paper, cringing at the monotonous words on the page. “I...okay, these are truly something else. I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” He muttered, before something flashed over his face. “Oh ma. That reminds me. Me and V have been talking and uh..we wanted to know if you want to officiate the wedding. We thought you’d be the best pick for it so...what do you think?”
Donella’s heart soared at the prospect, though her face would never reveal the true extent of her emotions. Her son was really giving her the honour of officiating the wedding after everything that had happened between them. A tear must’ve welled in her eye, as Hugo’s face shifted into a frown. “Ma, are you okay? You..you don’t have to do it.”
Hesitantly, she pulled her son into a tight embrace, the boy seeming stunned before reciprocating the hug and holding onto her. “Yes-yes I’ll do that for you, Hugo. It would be an honour.” Donella declared, her face buried in her son’s shoulder as she let a few stray tears loose.
She was so proud of him when he read out his vows without a hitch, the abridged version of the original speech was marginally better thanks to meticulous planning from their combined efforts. “Are you crying, ma’am?” Cyrus questioned as her son stood hand in hand with his husband at the altar, their fingers intertwined and looking picture perfect, almost as though they were in a dream.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Cyrus.” the woman declared as she raised a tissue to dab at her eyes while the ceremony continued in front of her. Hugo’s eyes shone with pure joy, matching his husband’s gleeful expression as they finally exchanged rings and shared a kiss with each other. She could even hear their friends, notably the Queen, King, Star princess and Firecracker (as Hugo had declared them) cheering and laughing out loud as they finally tied the knot.
And though she would later deny it, she still indulged herself in a few glasses of wine and rambled on and on about how Hugo was as a child, despite his pleas and begs for her to stop. She couldn’t help it - she was a mother after all and she was sure Ulla would’ve done the same if she were here.
Still though, as she looked at her son and the way he shared his first dance with his husband, he knew the pair were destined to be together, and that fate truly did exist as well as soulmates and all that lovey dovey shit she had been so quick to deny prior to their meeting. So as Donella leant back against the body of her once-henchman Cyrus, whose other arm was wrapped around his wife, she accepted the fact that she was content with whatever the future had to hold for the pair.
Donella was happy.
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aperrywilliams · 4 years
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Hot Genius (Spencer Reid x Maxine Brenner)
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Masterlist - Requests
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Maxine Brenner.
Request: I'm anon cause I'm shy but a quick fic where Prentiss asks Spencer and Max to act as bait for a serial killer that attacks newlyweds or married couples however you write it will be perfect.
Summary: Spencer is not very happy at Emily's suggestion that Max help them catch a serial killer. But despite his apprehensions, he has no choice.
Word Count: 3040.
Warnings: Some curses. Suggestive sex talk. Fluff.
A/N: This is my first formal request. Thank you Anon for suggest a Spencer-Max fic. I hope you’ll like it. I’ll take the boldness to tag @andiebeaword​  and @dreatine​ since it’s a maxcer fic.
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"Thanks for bringing me today. With the failure in the subway it would have taken me a long time to arrive,” I said when we had reached our destination.
"Let's say you were lucky that today was my day off," Max replied as I opened the car door in the FBI parking lot.
"I know. Don't you want to go up for a while? Penelope will surely be happy to see you considering that you have not seen each other in several weeks.” Max thought for a few seconds about my proposal.
"Yes. It's not a bad idea. You could offer me a good coffee too. The one in this morning was a disappoint, I must say,” she replied, looking at me with disapproving eyes.
“Hey! The online order has taken longer than I expected. It was the only type of coffee in home this morning." I tried to defend myself, but without much success.
"I'm amazed at how imprudent are you Dr. Reid with such important thing.” Max shook her head, continuing in her disapproving tone.
"I'm sure you're going to torture me all week for this, am I right?". I answered before giving a defeated sigh.
"Of course I’ll do," she said, laughing.
"Okay. I deserve it"
When we crossed the glass doors of the BAU the first person who saw us arrive was Penelope. She couldn’t hide her happiness from seeing Max. Since we started dating, the two became quite close, even Max had joined more than one of the BAU girls' nights. I must confess it made me nervous at first, but the girls adore Max so I relax easy with that.
"Is not the great Max who deigns to appear in these places?". Penelope exclaimed from the other side of the bullpen .
"Hey Penelope. I think you are overstating a little…” Max replied to Garcia's questioning.
"Of course I’m not overstating. We have not heard from you in centuries! Besides, Boy Wonder is not one of those who talks a lot, so every time we ask him about you he only answers 'She is fine…’” Garcia complained.
"I have a very chatty boyfriend as you can see ..." Max replied laughing and winking at me.
"Ok, ok. Let's take advantage of the fact that you are here and we go to my Batcave to talk for a while”. Garcia was unable to finish speaking and was already pulling my girlfriend down the hall to her office. Max looked me muttering a 'sorry'. I just shrugged with a farewell wave.
I hadn't noticed Prentiss was outside her office staring at the scene that had just occurred.
"I see Penelope kidnapped your girlfriend." I turned to look at her and with a grimace drawn on my face I replied.
"Yep . So it seems"
"Well. Since you're here, shall we meet in the conference room? I need to discuss a case with you."
Luke, Rossi, Matt, Prentiss and I were in the conference room. Emily started talking about one of the cases that was torturing the DC police in recent days. We had worked on the profile just the day before, but apparently the police's efforts to locate the unsub were not being very effective.
“Given this context, we agreed with the police that in order to attract the unsub we need a newly-married couple in the club. It is the only way to get him out of his hiding place,” said Prentiss.
"Okay. But... ¿are we sure the unsub hunt there?" Rossi asked.
“When reviewing victimology yesterday the only crossing point was that club," said Luke.
"Wouldn't it be enough to stand guard and wait?" I asked hoping that the profile delivered the day before was enough to locate him.
"I think we would be making a mistake if we let the local police try to do that on their own . We know that the unsub is very methodical. You have to be subtle with him and the local police is anything but that from what we have seen” Prentiss replied.
"Well. So, will we have to do it? Who?” Luke asked.
“Until half an hour ago I had no idea about that. But now I know. Spencer and Max will do it” . Prentiss spoke as if she was talking about what she had for breakfast in the morning.
"Wait… what? Max?, me?... No. No way. Forget it!"
Prentiss was crazy if she thought I was going to accept something like that. Already this covert operation seemed like a bad idea to me, worse if I had to involve my girlfriend, who was not an FBI agent by the way.
"Spencer, please. We don't have many options and we have to act quickly.” Prentiss pleaded.
No options?, there is a whole building full of agents ...
“But Emily, it's dangerous. We all saw the photos of what this guy does to his victims. There has to be another way." I tried to reason with her.
“That is why you’ll be there with her and us monitoring the situation all the time. It’s the only chance to do this quickly and prevent more victims."
Great. The argument of the victims. Don't get me wrong, I’m fully aware of the importance of this work. But the risk was doubled if we added a civilian - my girlfriend by the way - to the equation.
"Why can't it be another couple? Luke with Tara, or Matt with JJ?”
“JJ is sick from Henry's flu. Tara is conducting interviews for the Georgia case.” Prentiss replied.
I could see the disapproving look of Luke, Matt and David on me. Sure, the antihero in the story was me now, refusing Emily's brilliant idea.
"What about you?" I asked as a last resort.
“Are you kidding?, I'm not for that kind of mission anymore. Also I’m not the target type of the unsub and someone has to supervise the operation,” Prentiss defended herself.
"Max won’t to do it...". That was more a thought to me than something I wanted to say out loud.
"We haven't asked her," said Emily.
At that precise moment, Max entered the conference room, accompanying Penelope.
"What is it I won’t want to do?" Max asked curiously.
"Great ..." was the only thing I could say under my breath. Knowing Max during this time I already knew what will be her response. Independent my opinion or all the protests I might have.
"Max. We have to talk about something…” Prentiss said inviting her to sit in one of the chairs in the room.
That was how that night with Max we were outside the club where we hoped to locate the unsub. Our cover was to pretend to be a newly married couple having a good time in that busy place.
I was reluctant to enter yet. Max could feel my hesitancy and took my hand squeezing it to look at her.
"Spencer... I know very well I’m not an FBI agent and I have neither the training nor the experience for this. But I'm just trying to help."
"I know. I know. I'm not mad at you for that. I'm rather... concerned. What if I can't protect you? What if I fail?”. It was a fear more than founded. There were so many things that could go wrong.
"Don’t think about that. You are good at your job and there is also a team behind supporting you right now. I promise not to do anything stupid that could put us at risk.” I let out a sigh.
"Yes, okay, okay. Let’s go to catch this bastard". I said , trying rather encourage me to myself. Max smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Furthermore, it’s not necessary that we should pretend much. Although these rings are fake, the kisses and embraces that we can give ourselves in there do not have to be," she said playfully. So she rose to his feet and caught my lips with hers. God, how I love those kisses!. I didn't want to be in that club at the time. I would have preferred to be in her place!.
"This will make it difficult to concentrate me..." . She started to laugh without letting me go. I caught her lips with mine again. When we parted, we hold hands and entered to the club. Just then, the audio in our headphones started working. Prentiss will be the one giving the instructions this night.
"Alright guys. Go ahead. Let's do this and let's do it fast. The first thing you have to do is go to the bar and order a drink. From there start a conversation and try to scan the place discretely"
The first obstacle was precisely finding a place in the bar. The club was crowded with people. How is it possible that so many people enjoy places like this? it was very hot, people sweating and the floor was a combination of germs and residues of perhaps what other things. Max did a good job finding a spot to access to the bar. Once there, I gestured to the barman to give us two drinks. We leaned against the bar counter and began to 'talk' as we slowly sip our drinks.
"What do we have to look at?" Max asked. I leaned down to speak into her ear so I wouldn't have to scream. The music was very loud.
“If our profile is correct, it is a white man between 30 and 40, with strong features. Tall. Semi-formal dress. He should be alone, but he should be confident. Hardly nervous. Very observant. He would have to be looking all over the place looking for his new victims. You have to look at those who watch couples either on the dance floor or here at the bar.” Max gave a loud laugh that at first shocked me, then she came over to speak in my ear.
"So I guess we should attract his attention, right?... I didn't laugh out loud because I found it funny, by the way..." she told me.
"Clever girl!" Prentiss chirped over our headphones. "Well lovebirds, while you look at your surroundings, take advantage of playing around a bit.”
The statement made me blush. Max gave a nervous laugh. I leaned closer and hugged Max around the waist as I rested my head on her shoulder. She raised her head a little to kiss me. Besides pressing her against my body, I didn't know much to do. I mean, I could think of millions of things to do... but not in a public place, if you know what I mean...
"Spencer, it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to kiss my neck so we can have a better view of the opposite side..." Max suggested.
"Are you sure ... ?"
"Yes... why not? ... not that we haven't done this before..." Max replied.
"I know, I’m sorry. I'm a little nervous."
It was true. I was nervous. I was with my girlfriend in a club and I need to pretend something I would love to be doing in private. How the hell is something like that controlled? Anyway, I took Max's suggestion and started kissing her neck slowly while my eyes scanned the place. She let out some giggles because of the tickle while she also was looking around.
"Spencer, near the bathrooms I see a suspicious man looking at us, red shirt, black tie and black jeans..." Max whispered in my ear.
"I see another one looking at us from behind the dance floor, black dress pants, white shirt and black jacket...". I replied.
“We have to clear doubts before any movement. Raise your bet guys,” Prentiss instructed. What the hell did that mean?...
Without warning, Max tugged at my hair so I had to look at her and then tugged at my tie and pulled me into one of the most passionate kisses I got in a long time. Just to make it even more believable - I thought – she raised slightly one of her legs and began stroking one of mine. I couldn't help but freeze for a few seconds. Max noticed my nervousness at her bold move.
"Hey hot genius, just think like we're on the couch of your place..." Max said as she started to kiss my jaw. The moment those words came out of her mouth we heard chuckles from the earpiece. I could only to dig my head into Max's neck trying to hide my embarrassment.
"Sorry, I forgot they can hear us..." Max apologized, also blushing.
"Don’t worry about us... you continue to do your own thing... at least what can be done in public... remember our mission." Prentiss replied trying to maintain her composure.
“Ok… the man who was on the other side of the dance floor came closer to us, now he is leaning against one of the walls that gives the back exit. The one who was near the toilets, in a red shirt, went with a woman to dance,” I said after identifying the unsubs.
"What do you think Reid, is he our unsub?" Prentiss asked.
"I'm almost sure. He is looking very eagerly at our hands and rings… and he fits the profile”.
"Perfect. We started phase 2 now,” instructed Emily. I took Max's hand and we walked to the back exit, making sure to stop for a few minutes near the unsub so he could get a closer look of us and hear us. With my hands I took Max's cheeks and after giving her a burning kiss I began to speak.
“Baby, I’m so happy I had married you. Now you are mine and nobody else, always remember that... only mine, understood?". Saying that was part of the character. The unsub hunted couples where the man showed possessive traits in the relationship and was what he sought to annul by killing them first in front of their partners.
"I know baby. I’m yours and nobody else's. Show me right now that I belong to you and only you”. Max replied as she put her arms around my neck and we kissed again. Convinced that the unsub had heard us, we began to move towards the back door without break our embrace.
As we stepped outside, the cold in the alley hit us. It was true that the club was burning inside and not only because of the large number of people on it.
I cornered Max to one of the walls, allowing her to have a view of the door so she could to notify me when the unsub left the club. Only two minutes passed and the unsub went out into the alley. Max's warning signal to me was a sultry "Oh, Spencer... baby." I took her by the waist again, pretending a fiery make out session in that dark alley.
"Is it time for the arrest?" I asked without detaching myself from Max.
"Not yet Reid. We have to wait for him to try to attack you before we can do something,” Prentiss replied.
"Great..." I muttered under my breath .
"Spencer... he is approaching very fast..." Max said quickly.
"Is he armed?..." I asked.
"He has a kni…". Max couldn't finish the sentence when I felt an arm pull me to turn violently.
"Leave her alone!" the unsub yelled waving a knife to threaten me.
“Hey! Hey! ... what's going on ?, what's your problem man...?” I said faking confusion.
“She is not yours! You don't deserve her. You are like all the bastards inside this fucking club. You don't really love her,” he shouted frantically. I had my eyes fixed on the knife while trying to get Max out of his sight with my body and arms.
"Take it easy man... nobody has to get hurt..." I tried to reason with him.
"Of course it is, and you will be the first!". My eyes and mind were so focused on the knife he was waving with one of his hands that I didn't notice his other hand that struck my face with a punch that knocked me to the floor.
Stunned I tried to get up quickly when I saw the unsub begin to approach Max. But I was dizzy, I couldn't find stability. Fortunately before he could touch her, Luke appeared out of nowhere and leaped him, knocking him to the floor. Matt appeared behind Luke to help him in the arrest and lead him to the police car. Prentiss approached Max to see how she was doing. I was still on the floor.
"If anyone cares, the bastard punched me in the face..." I complained as I put one of the palms of my hands on my now more sore face.
Max quickly approached to see how I was doing. Prentiss held out a hand to help me up.
"Let me see that face..." Max said as she saw what would be a big bruise in a few hours.
"Don't complain Reid, you will survive," Prentiss joked.
"This was not in the script," I protested. Emily nodded.
"Yes I know. The two of you did a good job, by the way. Max, you keep me surprising. Congratulations" Prentiss said smiling.
"Thank you Emily…" Max replied and then turned her eyes to me, examining if she found any other wound on my face.
"Spencer, like a reward for you good job in this case, tomorrow you have the day off..."
"How generous Emily…" I replied ironically.
"That's how I am. You know that. Well maybe that gives you enough time to finish what you started in there… right hot genius?” Prentiss sentenced, laughing and patting me on the back before leaving the place. With Max we both flushed like tomatoes.
"Sorry..." Max muttered.
"It's okay. Although you can be sure that even the director of the FBI will know about this tomorrow"
"So... what if let's put it into practice so they can speak with reason?, don´t you think?..." Max suggested winking at me and intertwining our hands to start our way home.
“Yeah, you’re right. I have no reason to protest for such excellent suggestion” I said with a eager smirk.
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killted · 4 years
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Adam Parrish goes to Harvard and is adored!! I have not read cdth sooo all college kids are OCs. Basically ever other outsider POV on Adam’s strangeness.
They are playing a fusion of Never Have I Ever and Spin the bottle where if your the only other one that hasn’t you spin the bottle and who ever it lands on can ask you a truth or dare. Complicated. This is by design. See this gang of precious rejects, and talented outcasts like to have fun, but they still can’t believe that Adam Parrish hasn’t throw it in the towel, the game, and being friends with these people. The rejects and outcast thing is kind of a lie, where they come from they are the eccentric brainiacs of their friend groups back home, but here, at Harvard, this is normal, kind of. Though everyone that got in here on merit has that something else, no else has what Adam Parrish has, poise, cool, an almost presidential air. He’s appropriately nice, funny (he’s actually hilarious), and super fucking secretive. Tyler, Daniel, Janie, and Mick all see how Adam Parrish could stroll up to the mini politions and the billionaire sons and they would probably be horrified he wasn’t there the whole time. But instead, here he fucking is, Adam Parrish, Harvard poster boy, hardwork and charm oozes from with slight southern drawl, accepting a hit of a blunt from a newer guy to the group as it’s Mick’s turn to do a never have it ever. They are all surprised and doing a shit job of not letting it show, but Adam doesn’t really care, he does that sometimes, it’s either indifference or temper from Adam, when he just wants to relax a little. Mick cuts through the silence.
“Never have I ever walked in on my parents coupulating.”
“Ewww—” “The fuck Mickey??!—”
As the group settles Adam piped up.
“Wait, all of you have walked in on your parents—?”
The way he didn’t say “your parents fucking” spoke to two things, his southern manners, and his dislike for his father. It kinda went with our saying that they all knew Adam didn’t like his dad, and by extension his mom. In his room, there were pictures a plenty of friends and other creatures and drawings, but zero of family. Tyler confirmed that he had never heard a Mr or Mrs Parrish phone call, nor had he glimpsed a letter from them. The only other person with such patterns was Daniel, who talked about his struggles with a dad that had disowned him for being queer. They all talk about their parents, hell they all talked about every thing with each other, they all eat together, they all did work together, and had much of the same classes. They basically over shared their ways into quick friendship with each other, no subject left untouched, though they were mostly pretty privledged kids. It was common knowledges that Adam was here on scholarship, full ride, so don’t fuck with him while he’s studying, he is fighting for his right to be here. Tyler was startled out of this analyzation by Daniel’s reply.
“Yes, Parrish, parents fuck, it’s why we are all here. You are the only one which means—”
Apparently. Adam was feeling generous tonight.
“I am not spinning the fucking bottle, ask me questions and I will choose one to respond to.”
They all kind of clamored over each other, for a second, Tyler wondered if they had blown their cover by seeming so overly interested. Tyler had often wondered if Adam knew he was being secretive and just like to watch them guess, or those around him just didn’t talk about things like parent relationships. Adam’s attention seemed to snag on one question.
“What are your parents like?” Janie had squeaked our in a small voice. Janie was precious and everyone, even Adam, felt overly protective toward the girl.
“My parents? They’re just people. I moved out of the house in my junior year, so I guess I missed an entire year of possibly walking in on them having sex,” Adam delivered all this in the same way you flirt with a polar bear, quietly, attentive, and a bit suggestive.
“Did you live with a friend?” Janie asked, politely.
“I had friends that wanted me to, but no, I needed to support myself. I live at the local church, you know, dramatic irony and all, St. Angus had to boarding rooms for rent. The only real traffic the dilapidated place got wat the local physics, communing with the dead on St. Mark’s Eve,” he now had an almost whilstful smile know. Adam had been forth coming about one thing, and one thing only: his sexuality. Adam is bisexual, and he wears it like it’s no biggie, but he is from a small Virginia town, there can’t be many ways a kid finds this shit out without clandestint hookups, probably on a farm. Tyler smiled as the thought of Adam and some farmer living happily ever after on a farm in Virginia. Tyler flitted back to the present and pressed his luck with one more question the most important question. He knows it’s a mistake even as it leaves his mouth.
“Why?”
Mick shootes him a cold look and rebutted him like they’re defending Adam’s honor.
“Why the fuck do you think people move out of their family homes, Ty? So that they can spend more money and be more stressed?”
Adam chuckles and then speaks.
“It was a blow to the head.”
Silence.
During the first week of school, Tyler had thrust his phone into one of Adams ears. It was some internet thing, old people heard one word, young people heard another, and Tyler had wanted Adam’s opinion. That was the day Tyler found out that Adam was permanently deaf in one ear. All he had offered at the time was the same answer he had just given. Tyler has told everyone, so that they all made a effort to speak to him on his hearing side, but he had alos recounted the small bit of information.
“Plus,” Adam continued on in the silence, “it’s hard to comply with a restraining order if that person is living in your house, so I loved out of his house.” Adam didn’t need to explain whose house, it was obvious. Adam’s father was abusive, and Adam was one hell of a fighter.
Daniel piped up, fully experienced with shitty fathers.
“I hope you or someone beat the shit out of him.”
A rye smile pasted over Adam’s lips.
“My boyfriend did.”
Pandemonium.
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rosedavid · 5 years
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hi! can you please write a fic where tj tries to teach cyrus to play basketball but he gets a little hurt, so tj patches him up? thanks!
i liked writing this prompt, so thank you so much! :) it ended up kind of angsty, but also sweet and fluffy. I hope you enjoy!!
Basketball Daze
“I want to learn how to play basketball,” Cyrus declares all the sudden.
TJ lifts himself up from his previous position against Cyrus’s chest with a grumble of objection. As he props his elbow underneath him to get a better look at Cyrus, his blonde hair flops across his forehead. His face is red and textured from laying against Cyrus’s shirt. In other words, to Cyrus, he’s never looked cuter.
TJ frowns, “Basketball? What brought that on? I thought you hated any sort of physical activity.”
Cyrus sighs, swinging his legs off the bed to go and splay the curtains away from the window. Sunlight bursts throughout the room. The intensity causes TJ to squint and flop back down onto the bed with a tired groan.
“We could just stay here and cuddle more,” TJ whines, burying his head into Cyrus’s pillow.
“We’re wasting this beautiful, sunny day!” Cyrus responds. “Also, we live in Shadyside, so who knows how long it will last.” 
When TJ makes no effort to move, Cyrus comes over to tug his wrist insistently. “Come on, Teej, you’ve been wanting to teach me how to play forever, right?”
“Yeah,” TJ agrees, finally sitting upright with Cyrus’s help. “I guess I’m just confused as to why today of all days you’re so persistent.”
Cyrus shrugs, “Why not? I’m feeling peppy today, and my legs were getting restless laying there.”
TJ struggles to stand up, tripping over his own feet a few times. “Wait, you weren’t sleeping? Were you just watching me sleep?!”
“Maybe…” he trails off, cheeks reddening as he goes to defend himself. “You just look so soft and peaceful when you sleep!”
TJ tosses a pair of sneakers to him in response, but Cyrus can see the obvious blush he attempts to hide. He grins, still not over the fact that he makes TJ Kippen blush like that. It’s just another amazing privilege that comes with being his boyfriend. Honestly, sometimes it just all feels too good to be true. After they confessed to each other on the bench at Andi’s party, Cyrus walked home in a daze. When he woke up the next morning, he remembers frantically texting TJ to make sure it wasn’t all just a crazy fever dream.
Now, the two of them have fallen into a nice rhythm. After the few weeks of awkwardness that comes with any new relationship, they quickly began to figure things out. Both of them know each other’s schedules by heart at this point, so much so that they’ll meet each other outside of their classroom doors. Cyrus always comes to TJ’s practices when he can, and TJ makes sure to help Cyrus find inspiration for his creative writing course. Then, after school, they’ll either hang out by themselves or with their friends if they can. Weekends, though, are Cyrus’s favorite. Not only is there no school, but him and TJ always try to plan a date night during the weekend. Usually it’s nothing fancy, but it’s always just the two of them. They soon become the highlight of Cyrus’s week.
“Come on Romeo,” TJ comments, “Let’s get going! I always keep a spare basketball in my backpack.”
Cyrus starts laughing, but stops when he sees the serious expression on TJ’s face.
“Wait, seriously?!”
A confused expression pops up on TJ’s face. “Yes seriously!”
Unable to hold back, Cyrus starts snickering again, “TJ…”
“Don’t ‘TJ’ me! Not when you keep winter gloves and hats in your bag constantly.”
“You never know when you could need them!”
“Cy…it’s May.”
“My point still stands. Did you know once it snowed during a week in August, which is typically the hottest time of the year in Shadyside?”
TJ smiles, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of Cyrus’s head.
“You’re so smart,” he says, “and adorable.”
Once more, a blush heats up Cyrus’s face, this time spreading to the tips of his ears. Before he can get even more red, he grabs his bag and pulls TJ out the door with him.
They decide to walk to the park since Cyrus’s house has no sort of basketball hoop (of course), and TJ’s house is further away. Sure enough, the sunlight spreads across them. The sky is so blue it looks like a swatch of blue paint you find at a home improvement store. The air smells like cotton and blossoming flowers. Although the telltale signs of spring linger everywhere, the tops of the mountains remain capped with snow.
When they arrive at the outdoor basketball courts, there’s hardly anyone else there. Cyrus sighs in relief, grateful that no one will see him utterly fail at basketball, but he has to at least try. Honestly, Cyrus thought he’d just be able to ignore the comments. There aren’t many, nor are they usually stated cruel or outright, but Cyrus knows what they mean.
“Oh, this is your boyfriend! He doesn’t look like a sports guy.”
“Cyrus, good to see you again. We’d invite you to come, but we know you can’t do this kind of stuff.”
“You should really learn some more about sports since TJ is so interested in them.”
“Us basketball guys love to talk sports with each other all the time when we hang out. What do you two do?”
Cyrus knows that he isn’t the type of guy a person like TJ would normally go for. In fact, Cyrus has been doubting himself a lot more recently. Maybe it’s because of the comments, but what if the comments are right? What if it’s a good thing that he heard them? After all, TJ seems to try and urge him to do more sporty things a lot more now than he used to. What if TJ wants someone who can talk and play sports with him?
So today, when Cyrus’s was awake with his thoughts, hand running through TJ’s hair, he made up his mind. He needs to learn to play basketball because he can’t lose this. He can’t lose one of the best things to ever happen to him.
“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to shoot today,” TJ begins, pulling out a fully inflated basketball from his bag just like he said.
TJ bounces the ball a few times. Meanwhile, Cyrus watches in awe as he dribbles without thinking. Making sure Cyrus is watching, TJ shoots the ball from where he stands. Not only is it a far distance, but it goes in without even hitting the rim. A perfect shot, as Buffy once told him.
“How are you so good?” Cyrus asks genuinely.
“I’m really not that good,” TJ answers, rubbing the back of his neck. “Besides, anyone can get good with enough practice!”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
TJ smiles softly, picking up the ball from the spot it rolled to. He comes up to Cyrus, handing him the ball. Cyrus stares at it, trying to mimic TJ’s position. Of course, he has absolutely no clue what he’s doing. TJ reaches behind him to adjust his hand position and stance. At this spot on the court, the basket is pretty close, but Cyrus still doesn’t know if he has enough strength to make it.
“Use this arm to shoot. The other arm is just for support,” TJ explains.
Once TJ gets him in the correct position, he steps back so Cyrus can try shooting. Cyrus has never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He never realized just how complex shooting a single basket could be, yet all of these players can do it in seconds. Shakily, Cyrus shoots with all his strength, not really thinking about aim. He stumbles back after he throws it.
The basketball soars straight past the net. At least it was high enough. Cyrus looks over his shoulder worriedly at TJ, gnawing his lip. Luckily, TJ doesn’t look upset, he simply jogs after the stray ball and picks it up from the grass.
“That was good for your first try!” TJ says, handing the ball back to him. “Let me show you how to aim better, though.”
They spend the next half hour trying to get Cyrus to shoot a basket. Cyrus feels like a lost cause at one point. Although TJ is patient with him, Cyrus thinks he can even see TJ wearing thin with Cyrus missing shot after shot. Every time Cyrus fails, he feels more frustrated with himself. Soon, he’s just shooting randomly with all his strength, hoping that he can get it in the basket by pure chance.
“Maybe we should try again tomorrow,” TJ suggests.
Sweat beads across Cyrus’s brow. He reaches to wipe it off with the back of his hand. The anger that’s been building in him courses through his bloodstream. He shakes his head, snatching the ball out of TJ’s grasp.
“No, I have to do this,” Cyrus argues, getting in position once more to shoot the ball.
TJ sighs, stepping forward, “Cy, you’re exhausted, and it’s hot out. It’s alright, you’ll be better with a fresh head tomorrow.”
He reaches for the ball, but Cyrus jerks away.
“I need to do this today!” Cyrus shouts. “I have to get this right.”
“Please, Cyrus—”
So fueled by his anger, Cyrus rips the ball away from TJ again and throws it at the basket as hard as he can. In doing so, though, he ends up tripping over his own feet from the force. TJ tries to catch him but can’t grab him in time. Cyrus falls hard onto the court, elbows and knees skidding across the pavement and chin bumping the ground.
Stinging pain erupts after he falls. His tongue tastes like blood. He must have bitten it. His chin throbs, and his elbows and knees burn angrily.
“Oh my god!” TJ gasps, kneeling by his side. “Are you okay?”
With all of his emotions and now the pain, Cyrus becomes overwhelmed. Before he can help it, tears start dripping down his cheeks and landing on the court below.
“Come here,” TJ whispers comfortingly, tugging Cyrus up into a sitting position.
He wraps his arms around the crying boy and tucks him into his chest, careful to mind Cyrus’s injuries. Cyrus bunches his fists in the fabric of TJ’s shirt and cries softly. Meanwhile, TJ just holds him close and rocks him gently, one hand running up and down his back to help soothe him. On the pavement below them, he sees splotches of Cyrus’s blood.
“Hey, hey,” TJ shushes. “What’s wrong?”
Cyrus pulls back with a sniffle. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”
“You’re not stupid! Please, just tell me. I know it’s not just your scrapes.”
Cyrus nods, going to stand up, but he winces and his knee buckles. TJ makes sure to catch him this time before he clips the pavement again. Shakily, Cyrus regains his balance. He glances down at his arms and legs. Both his knees and elbows are torn apart, blood slowly trickling from the wounds. His touches his chin; it isn’t bleeding, but he has a feeling there will be a mark.
“Let’s talk about this after we get you patched up, okay?” TJ confirms.
Although his wounds sting, Cyrus can walk to his house with not many issues. TJ hovers close behind just in case. When they finally make it back, TJ immediately pushes Cyrus down on the sofa while he goes to scavenge Cyrus’s house for a first aid kit. Of course, since it’s Cyrus, the first aid kit isn’t difficult to find. He rushes back downstairs with it and sits beside him.
“I need to clean them,” TJ says, taking Cyrus’s leg and putting it in his lap.
Then, he gingerly begins wiping at his scrapes with antibacterial wash. Cyrus jerks at the burning sensation.
“I’m sorry, but we have to make sure it doesn’t get infected,” TJ apologizes.
“It’s ok.”
After the worst part is over, TJ begins applying Neosporin and bandaging his wounds up. While he’s doing this, Cyrus stares vacantly at the wall.
“What’s going on?” TJ wonders. “I’m worried about you.”
Cyrus sighs. “I just…a few people at school have said some things, and it made me realize that I’m not sporty in the least bit. Like, you love basketball and other sports, but I can’t even understand what’s going on. Any type of physical activity I can’t even do, really. And I don’t know, it just made me feel guilty because you deserve to date someone who you can do that kind of stuff with since you like it.”
TJ frowns, scooting in closer to Cyrus’s side. He meets Cyrus’s eyes and reaches over to cup his face with one hand.
“Cyrus, I may like sports, but I also like you. I have plenty of people to talk sports stuff with. So many, in fact, that it can get annoying. Plus, I love doing other stuff with you, no matter what it is. We could just sit in complete silence and do our homework, and I’d like it because you’d be there. You don’t need to try and impress me by trying to be a pro basketball player. That’s not who you are, and that’s okay, because I like Cyrus Goodman for who he is.”
“Really?” Cyrus asks shyly, tilting his face downward.
TJ puts a finger under his chin to tilt it back up. “Really.”
Then, TJ brings him into a gentle kiss, lips brushing. Cyrus melts into the kiss, moving his arm to wrap around TJ’s back.
Maybe basketball isn’t meant for Cyrus, but TJ certainly is.
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ang3lkurom1 · 4 years
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ateez reaction to their s/o being unafraid & physically strong (basically an impowering female)
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↷ request: nope! i wanted to write about strong females because i don’t see it enough in fics :( i always see reactions of members in groups protecting the reader so i want to write fics where it’s different. no shade if that’s not who you are because being scared easily is okay too!! <3 basically this is a reaction to them dating a female who doesn’t get scared easily, sticks up for herself, physically and mentally strong, and hella confident-!
↷ genre: fluff
↷ pairing: female reader
↷ warnings: none
↷ the feminist in me jumped out
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hongjoong:
shocked when he first noticed it but loves that side of you. having to take care of seven kids i think him being with someone independent and strong would be a relief. not saying he wouldn’t love having a soft and babie partner; i just think an independent woman would be intriguing to him. hongjoong is a very brave person so you having that in common with him makes him happy. maybe even a way to connect with him more!
seonghwa:
well- seonghwa seems like a very protective person who loves being a parenting role in a relationship. i see him liking someone who he can protect, so you being the opposite would be a new thing for him; but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like it! he appreciates having someone not always so dependent on others. tbh.. you being a representation of a powerful woman is something he worships. he likes how confident you are and finds it sexy. (sorry not sorry)
yunho:
intimadated at first. yunho is a soft babie and seeing someone so tough would make him o.o but in the best way. i can see him looking up to you. seeing how you’re not scared easily would be very impressive to him. whenever you do something like stand up for yourself or decline help with carrying something heavy he does that surprised laugh where he covers his mouth w his hand. overall, babie is just impressed and it would be one of his favorite things about you.
yeosang:
shy babie. i see him being in love with the way you’re so fearless but he probably wouldn’t say anything. he secretly fonds over you and likes how whenever a jumpscare comes up on the screen you don’t even move a muscle. he notices it every time and giggles to himself, adoring how you didn’t need him to hold you when something scary happened. he wouldn’t ever confess this but you could hear his soft giggles confirming his admiration.
san:
babie ABSOLUTELY loves it. i see san as a feminist to be honest- i mean all of them are very supportive but i just get this vibe he’s like *grl power* behind the scenes. he applauds you for how capable you are and would always be like "yes, you go baby” when you open a jar of whatever that no one else could open. in conclusion, a very supportive boyfriend who hypes you up 24/7.
mingi:
basically the ‘O’ face whenever you lift up something heavy or don’t even flinch the slightest when you’re watching a horror movie with him. mingi is a scared softie so i believe he would find comfort in your arms. even if he’s bigger than you- mingi is someone who loves to feel safe and protected and you doing just that makes him confide in you and view you as his protector.
wooyoung:
shocked boyo #2 but also adores it. i lowkey think he’d find it hot? maybe that’s just me... but to him you being so impowering would be a turn on. you not needing help with lifting anything and/or not hiding your head in his chest when something randomly popped up is charming to him. of course it’s not just attractive to him, he also finds it interesting. asking you again and again on a daily basis how you are so brave all the time.
jongho:
i think jongho would also be a lil intimidated in the beginning. he’s a strong boy and he might see a challenge in you being very tough on your own, not needing him to defend you. but!! i think the closer he is to you he doesn’t really end up caring so much. he would start to find it cool even if it took some time for it to fully settling in. and when it does... hype boyfriend #2. cheering you on when you lift something heavy on your own. but lowkey challenges you to arm wrestles now and again-
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the end~ hopefully it was a good first post!! <33 thank you for reading!!
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unfolded73 · 4 years
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Fiancés (1/1) -schitt’s creek ff
The fourth in the Labels series. David and Patrick visit the Brewers during their engagement. Also ended up being a sort of reaction fic to 6x08, at least partially. (ao3)
WARNING: This fic references a homophobic relative of Patrick's, and explores Patrick's fears about members of his extended family not accepting him. Also it explores some of the mistakes that Marcy may have made in the past, even though she's fully accepting now. In my headcanon, Patrick's reluctance to come out to his family had a reason.
Rated Teen, 3823 words. Previous fics in this Labels series: Boyfriends; “I Love You”, Partners
Other Season 6 reaction fics: 6x01, 6x02, 6x04, 6x06, 6x07, 6x13, 6x14
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Fiancé, n. a man engaged to be married
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He’d tried to prepare himself, but really nothing could have prepared Patrick for the incongruity of David Rose standing in the middle of the living room he’d grown up in, examining the pictures on the mantel with a crooked smile.
David was in an outfit that, for him, was toned down — a white sweatshirt and a simple pair of black jeans. Patrick wondered if his fiancé was consciously trying to round off his edges in front of Patrick’s family. After all, the last item of clothing he’d seen David buy off the internet was a skirt that looked like someone had partially disassembled a pair of jeans and called it a day, so in comparison, this ensemble was positively dull. It made Patrick sad, if that’s what was in David’s head. He didn’t want David to feel like he had to hide who he was. He wanted David to be as comfortable with the Brewers as he was at home.
Not that Patrick was feeling especially comfortable either. At least his skin was back to its normal pallid colour after the engagement picture debacle the previous week, but the whole thing had left him feeling a little off. On top of that, he and David had agreed to this weekend trip under duress. Patrick had a lot of family, some of whom wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding, so Patrick’s parents had convinced them to squeeze in a weekend trip in spite of all the other things they were juggling: visits to caterers and florists and taking care of the store, plus they had the joint bachelor party that Stevie was planning for them coming up soon. It was a lot.
Not to mention, Patrick’s one request for the weekend — that a few members of the family do an escape room together, a recent family tradition that Patrick really adored — had been nixed by his parents because they couldn’t include everyone. He’d complained to Stevie about it until she got fed up and left the store while he was mid-rant.
So here they were, and in a few hours the entire extended Brewer clan would be congregated in the backyard, scarfing down hot dogs and judging his choice of a life partner.
“You were very cute,” David said, pointing to a picture of Patrick at around seven years old. “Look at those curls.”
“Yeah, my hair still does that if I let it grow too long,” Patrick said, joining him next to the fireplace.
David looked at the top of his head. “I’d like to see that. I bet it would be devastatingly sexy if you let it grow out a little bit.”
“It’s not, trust me.”
David pressed his lips together, visibly holding in his argument. “Okay.”
Patrick raised his eyebrows. “Okay? You’re not going to insist I grow it out before the wedding?”
“No,” David said, reaching out and petting Patrick’s hair a few times. “I was going to wait until after we’re married and then insist on it.”
“Hmm.” Patrick closed his eyes, David’s touch soothing as always. They’d driven all day yesterday, arriving at Patrick’s parents’ house too late to do more than say their hellos before collapsing into exhausted sleep in the guest bedroom, the room that used to be his. It was only upon waking that Patrick had given some thought to the teenage boy he’d been, and what he’d think to see Patrick now, in bed with a man in his childhood bedroom. He’d curled around David under the thick blankets and for several minutes just savored the fact that he was allowed to have this: a family who loved him and a man who wanted to share his life.
“Boys? Breakfast is ready!” his mother called, and David’s eyes lit up.
While they were eating, David and Marcy talked wedding details, and Patrick couldn’t help but remember similar conversations between his mother and Rachel. At least this time, listening to these discussions wasn’t giving him an anxiety stomach ache.
Patrick’s phone chimed, and he pulled it out to see a text from Stevie with a link to the spreadsheet where they were tracking RSVPs for the wedding. while you’re there can u get a final y/n from the rest of ur relatives? her accompanying message read. Patrick clicked to open the Google sheets app on his phone, scrolling through to see which names still didn’t have a reply marked.
“Hey, Mom? It looks like we haven’t gotten a reply for the wedding from Aunt Chrissy,” Patrick said.
His mother’s eyes widened a little, and then she looked down at his kitchen table. “Oh, I… I don’t think she’s feeling well enough to travel.”
Patrick frowned. “What do you mean, well enough? Is she sick?” It wouldn’t be the first time one of his relatives got seriously ill and his mother didn’t tell him right away. When he’d been at college, he’d gone days without being told that his grandfather was in hospice. To this day, he wondered how long his parents would have gone without telling him if one of his cousins hadn’t mentioned it in an email. Would they have kept it a secret through his death, and beyond, so that Patrick would have come home for Christmas and asked about granddad, with no idea that he was dead?
“Oh! No, she’s… um…” Marcy was looking anywhere but at Patrick. “She just can’t make it.”
“Will she be at the party today?” he asked, frowning at his mother’s demeanor.
“No. She won’t be here today,” Clint said, and there was something dark in his voice. Patrick sensed David tense up at his side.
“I mean, we didn’t even get an RSVP card from her, and she used to send me a birthday card every year without fail. It’s not like…” And then it dawned on him, and his stomach plummeted to the floor. He felt like an idiot. “This is about about me being gay, isn’t it?”
Marcy gave him a pained expression, and that was all he needed to know the truth.
Patrick picked up his breakfast plate and stood, his chair scraping the floor and making Marcy jump.
“The thing is,” Marcy said, “she’s gotten even more religious as she’s gotten older, and—”
“Uh huh.” He didn’t want to talk about this. “It’s fine.”
“Honey—” David started.
“It’s not fine. Believe me, we had a very heated discussion with her,” Marcy said.
The last thing Patrick wanted to think about was his mom defending him to her sister in a ‘heated discussion,’ but he couldn’t help picking at it a little more, like a scab before it had healed. “What did she say when she got the wedding invitation?” he asked, facing the sink. David came over and put a hand on his back, a hovering presence at his side.
“I don’t know. We haven’t spoken since before your invitations went out,” Marcy said.
Patrick spun around and gaped at his mother. “You haven’t spoken.” He could remember them talking on the phone constantly when he was a little boy, his mother with the house cordless phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she cooked, and then later, the little flip phone with the pull-out antenna that was his mom’s first cell phone. She talked to Chrissy all the time, and his father used to gently rib her about it. Marcy and Chrissy, two sisters only a year apart in age who had grown up thick as thieves in a house with two brothers.
“If she isn’t going to accept my son and his partner, then I can’t have a relationship with her,” Marcy said, suddenly fierce, a mother bear protecting her cub. “It’s as simple as that.”
“What did she say about us?” he asked, and he didn’t want to know, except he desperately did want to know what could have made his mother so angry.
She shook her head. “Just some ugly things. I don’t want to say any more about it.”
Ugly things, Patrick thought. He could imagine the gist of it. “I’m sorry, Mom.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Clint said.
“Nothing,” his mother confirmed.
Clint slapped his own knees and stood up from the table, an obvious ploy to pull the ripcord on this conversation. “I’m going to start getting things set up out back. David, can you give me a hand?”
David grimaced, looking to Patrick to see what he needed. “Go ahead,” Patrick said. “I’m fine.” David squeezed his arm, his eyes filled with worry and sympathy. “I’m fine,” Patrick assured him.
“Are you sure?” David asked, visibly torn between being a model son-in-law and doing as Clint asked, and staying by Patrick’s side.
“I’m sure.” Patrick forced a smile. “I know you want some input into the whole backyard barbecue aesthetic.”
“Okay.” David hesitated another second, then kissed his cheek and followed Clint outside.
At a loss for what else to do, Patrick started washing the breakfast dishes, but his mind was like a dog with a bone. This was exactly what he’d feared, what had kept him from coming out to his family for so long. He wasn’t that close with his aunt, but she and his mother had been two peas in a pod. Was it really possible that they’d diverged so completely in their thinking? Or was his mother just doing a really good job of pretending she accepted him and David together?
When he turned around and grabbed his mother’s plate, she took hold of his arm. “Patrick, you know we support you a hundred percent, right?”
“Yeah.” But something made him add, “I mean, I’m sure a part of you wishes that I’d stayed in town and married a nice girl and had a couple of kids.”
The hurt look in his mother’s eyes stabbed him in the heart. “Of course we don’t wish that. It’s your happiness that matters.”
Patrick knew he should drop it. He knew it. His engagement party was today; now was not the time to air out the effect of his upbringing on his sexuality. But it was like now that he’d cracked the door open, or maybe now that his Aunt Chrissy had cracked the door open, everything was going to spill out and he had no power to stop it.
“Do you remember my friend Karen from high school?” Patrick asked, looking at the plate in his hand without really seeing it.
“I… your lab partner in biology?” Marcy asked.
“Yeah. She came out as bisexual that year, and when I told you that her parents were giving her a hard time about it, do you remember what you said?”
Marcy’s eyes were wide. “What did I say?”
“You said, ‘surely it would be easier for her just to date boys.’”
His mother opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. “I don’t remember saying that.”
“I never forgot it,” Patrick said. He remembered questioning his sexuality at one point in college and then deciding it would be easier not to go down that road. That road led somewhere difficult.
“Sweetheart—”
“And look, you said plenty of tolerant things too. You watched Will & Grace, and you shook your head disapprovingly at hatred from others. But there was always a layer of what-a-shame, isn’t-that-sad… I don’t know, tragedy to it. Like being gay was an unfortunate disease that needed our support. Like it was cancer.”
Marcy looked positively stricken. “Patrick, I didn’t feel that way. Why would you think I felt that way?”
“Because you never said anything to make me think otherwise.”
Tears slid down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I never meant… Patrick, I’m so sorry. If I indicated any sadness about someone being gay, it was just because the world was such a hard place for gay people. But things have changed. I’ve changed.”
“I know.” He set the plate back on the table and rubbed his hands over his face. “God, I didn’t mean to stir all of this up now.” He swallowed around a lump in his throat, hoping David and his father wouldn’t come back inside to find them here like this.
“No, I’m glad you told me,” Marcy said, reaching out and squeezing his hand. “I know we made mistakes, that we didn’t give you the space to be who you are, and I’ve spent so many nights lying awake thinking about that—”
“I don’t want that. And I don’t want you to sever your relationship with your sister on my behalf. You don’t have to do that.”
“I do, sweetheart. Chrissy knows she’s welcome to reopen communication with me if she accepts my son for who he is.” She plucked up a napkin from the napkin holder in the center of the table, dabbing at her eyes. “Until then, I can’t have her in my life.” She took a deep breath. “Now,” she said, clapping her hands as if to dismiss their heavy conversation, “let’s get this kitchen cleaned up. I’ve got a million things to do to get ready for the party.”
Patrick nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
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When he was sufficiently motivated, David Rose was quite capable of turning on the charm, Patrick thought, watching him presiding over a table of Patrick’s cousins.
He was already aware of that, of course. David was impolite when he didn’t care what people thought of him, but Patrick had seen this version of David emerge before, particularly with vendors. He imagined this must’ve been what David was like when he ran an art gallery in New York, full of sparkling conversation. Everyone seemed to adore David, but it bothered him that it was this fake version of David they adored, not the one Patrick knew.
Picking up his tongs, Patrick opened the grill and nudged all the sausages to flip over.
“Hey, Pat,” his cousin Dennis said, bumping his shoulder. “Want another beer?”
Draining the bottle he’d been holding, Patrick tossed it into a recycling bin. “Sure.”
He watched Dennis pull two bottles from a cooler and open them. Patrick and Dennis were the same age, same grade in school, played on the same hockey team growing up. There was a time when Dennis was the closest friend Patrick had. He felt a sudden pang of regret that he’d let the family gossip tree and a couple of Instagram posts do the job of coming out to the rest of his family, even to Dennis. It had just been too exhausting, after finally telling his parents, to think about having to do it all over again with everyone else. Now he wondered if that had been a mistake, at least in the case of his former best friend.
Dennis handed him one of the bottles and then clinked their bottles together. “Working the grill at your own party, huh?”
“Dad needed a break,” Patrick explained.
“How are you doing? You look good, man.”
Patrick glanced down at himself, at his ordinary jeans and t-shirt, wondering what Dennis was seeing. Well, perhaps he was in a tighter t-shirt than he used to wear, now that he thought about it. And he knew he was in the best shape of his life — David’s appreciation of his arms was a powerful motivator. Patrick adjusted the ballcap on his head. “Thanks. You too.”
“You still playing hockey?” Dennis asked.
“Yeah, there’s a league I play in,” Patrick said. “And baseball too.”
“Oh, cool. That’s cool.”
An awkward silence settled, and Patrick couldn’t help but notice that Dennis hadn’t congratulated him, or mentioned David at all. Maybe Dennis also wasn’t okay with who he was, and was just being polite and trying his best to ignore it. Maybe Dennis was looking at Patrick’s cosmopolitan, effeminate fiancé with his demonstrative hand movements, and thinking how tragic it all was. Their poor little Pat, being regularly sodomized. Patrick wasn’t going to delude himself into thinking that there weren’t other bigots among his aunts and uncles and cousins. That there wasn’t judgement hiding behind their polite smiles.
“You know, if you’d told me when we were kids that you were gay,” Dennis said, “I would’ve been in your corner.” Patrick’s eyes snapped to his cousin, and he was awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “I hope you know that.”
The hulking homophobic creature Patrick had been conjuring in his mind dissipated into smoke. “Dennis, I didn’t know I was gay when we were kids. It was a… much more recent discovery.”
Dennis looked relieved. “Oh. Okay, I was kind of imagining you suffering in silence all that time. I felt really bad about it, man.”
“I mean, I guess I was suffering, but I couldn’t have articulated why.” He opened the grill and stuck a probe thermometer in one of the sausages, then started putting them on a clean platter.
“Yeah.” He put a hand on Patrick’s shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re happy now.”
Patrick smiled his first genuine smile all day. “Thanks. I really am.”
“I mean, you should be. Your fiancé is… how’d you pull a guy that hot, Pat? He’s way out of your league.”
“Okay,” Patrick grumbled, taking the platter over to the food table. “He’s not that far out of my league.”
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“Your family is very nice,” David said as he returned from the bathroom, his face freshly scrubbed and moisturized, his coziest pajamas on.
Patrick looked up from where he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring down at his hands, and he offered David a small smile. “Yeah.”
“Hey, are you okay?” David sat down at his side, and then wrinkled his nose. “You probably should go shower the charcoal smell off.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna…” Patrick took a shaky breath. His heart was racing for some reason. He couldn’t understand why. And why he couldn’t seem to haul enough air into his lungs. “I’m…” He heaved another breath, and a weird noise came out of his mouth along with it. Almost like a sob. “I…”
“Oh, honey,” David said, and Patrick felt his large, comforting hands on his shoulders, smoothing down his arms, his back. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” Patrick managed, a tear splashing onto his jeans. Then another. “I don’t… I don’t cry.”
“No, I think we’ve established that I’m the crier in this relationship,” David said, his hands pulling Patrick into his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s just…” Patrick heaved another breath, shaky. “It’s all of it, the stress of the wedding planning and this trip… I’m just tired. I’m really tired. And the thing with my aunt, and it made me wonder… who else in the family thinks… thinks I’m…” More tears were falling, running down his cheeks and soaking into David’s sleep shirt.
“I don’t know the answer to that, but I know that I met a lot of people today who adore you and are genuinely happy for you.” David was rubbing comforting circles on his back. “And also, fuck your aunt.”
Patrick hiccuped out a small laugh. “Yeah.”
They sat there for a while, David rocking him and rubbing his back and it was so good, it was exactly what he needed, to have someone to lean on, to shoulder all of this because he just couldn’t fucking carry it all anymore.
“My mom and her sister aren’t speaking, and it’s because of me. Because of what I am,” Patrick whispered. His darkest thought. If he couldn’t say it to David, then he couldn’t say it to anyone.
“But you know that’s not your fault. It’s hers.”
“I know that intellectually, but deep down it still feels like… it feels like my fault.”
“Yeah, you should have just worked harder to not be gay,” David said.
“I know. It’s stupid.”
“No, it’s not stupid. It’s human to feel that way. You just have to keep telling yourself that you are who you are and that anyone who doesn’t like it can fuck off.”
“I’m not used to feeling this way. At home, it feels good, being gay. Like I know who I am, and that I can… I can be proud.” Patrick’s stomach twisted, uncertain if he should say the next part. “I think it’s why the spray tan thing bothered me so much. It made me feel like you weren’t…” Patrick sighed and pulled out of David’s arms.
“Honey—”
“Like you weren’t proud to be marrying me. That you wanted me to be someone I’m not.”
“Patrick.” David’s face was stricken. “You think I’m not proud to be marrying you?”
“I mean, my cousin Dennis did say you’re way out of my league,” Patrick said with a smile, trying to lighten things up with a joke.
“Patrick. I couldn’t be more proud to be marrying you. Look at you! You’re so fucking smart and talented at literally everything and you’re just stupid hot—”
“Okay, David.”
“I literally tripped over my own feet the other day because I was distracted by your arms, and… and you sing and play multiple instruments, and sports—”
“You don’t care about sports.”
“I don’t, but I love that you’re good at them. You’re the one that’s out of my league. Patrick. I want to shove you in the faces of everyone who ever thought I wasn’t good enough.” David’s eyes turned glassy, and he blinked rapidly. “I want to say, look, if this amazing man thinks I’m worthy of spending his life with, then I’m… then I’m not nothing.”
“David. You’re not—”
“I couldn’t be more proud that you want to marry me.” A tear slid down David’s cheek.
Patrick leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “Me too.” David put his arms around Patrick’s neck, and Patrick dragged his lips over to kiss his favorite spot on David’s neck before sinking more deeply into the hug.
After an amount of time that Patrick couldn’t quantify, they finally pulled apart. Patrick picked up David’s left hand, his fingers running over the gold rings.
“I figured planning a wedding with you would be better than planning one with Rachel and it is, but there are parts of it that are still stressful.”
David laughed. “Yes.”
“It’ll be a relief to just get to the part where we’re married already.”
David pulled his hand back. “You aren’t… looking forward to the wedding?”
“No, I am. I mean, not the stressful mad dash of it, not the logistics. Not whatever disaster we can’t predict that’s going to throw everything into chaos.” He took David’s hand again and looked up and smiled at the grimace on David’s face. “But standing up there and putting a ring on your finger? Saying our vows to each other? That part I’m looking forward to. And do you know why?”
“Why?”
Patrick squeezed David’s hand in his own. “Because I’m proud.”
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whoreforfanfiction · 5 years
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Late Night Calls (MM Preferences)
Yoosung
Yoosung usually stayed up pretty late playing LOLOL with his guild friends. It annoyed you at times, but you stayed up until he was finished so you guys could chat about how your day went. Right on time, you heard the buzzing of your phone and instantly picked up.
             "Hey M/C I just caught the most rare boss monster in the game!!" You smirked because he says every monster is a rare boss monster. You think it was his attempt to impress you.
        "Is that right? I knew you could do it! That's my brave warrior," you cooed back at him feeding his ego. His giggle echoed through the phone and played like music in your ears. 
        "I want you here to play with me. It isn't as fun without you by my side cheering for me. You help me play better." His words made your heart melt. "Can you come over tomorrow? I don't have classes." You nodded vigorously until you realized he couldn't hear you and was still awaiting your response.       
        "Of course, cutie. Wouldn't miss it for the world." His excited giggles pierced your ears again. Yoosung wasn't much of a casanova or a super good sweet-talker like Zen, but he always found ways to make you feel needed and special. 
        "I should probably go. I gotta make a snack run to stock up for you tomorrow. I'll go to Seven's and beg him for some Honey Buddha Chips since we both like them."
        "You'd share those precious chips with me?" you giggled knowing this was a high compliment coming from Yoosung, "You're total husband material." You could feel him blushing and he tried to comment back, but his stutter got in the way and you couldn't understand him. 
        "I gotta go now, bye!" the awkward but adorable baby hung up. You smiled with excited thoughts about what was to come tomorrow. 
Zen
Zen had some late rehearsals this week. His got his desired role in a new movie called Killer Clowns where he played the main clown. You thought it was creepy and stupid, but he saw it as an opportunity to practice and get out there. Plus, he wasn't used to doing darker horror movies, so it was a good opportunity all around. The downfall of that was, you didn't talk to your boyfriend at all until the late hours of the night. You HATED the drowsy conversations because he was always half-asleep and could never hold a decent conversation. You dealt with it though knowing that this role was important to him. He was a couple minutes later calling than usual, so you decided to dial his number. After a few rings, he picked up.
        "Hey babe my beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend. How was your day." His voice was husky and deep and sounded like you just woke him up.
        "I'm sorry honey, were you sleeping?" You felt bad knowing that he was constantly exhausted from working. 
        "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend recently. I would hate if you did this to me too. I just want to prove to you that I am hard-working and I want to make enough money for me to support both of us. So if doing this role can provide some of that, I need to do it," he stated reading your mind.
        "I don't hate it, we just don't feel as close as we usually do. I'm missing you more and more each day. I already know you're hard-working honey, you don't need to prove it to me. I am already so insanely proud of you." You tried to raise his spirits since you knew he felt guilty about how little he was talking to you recently. 
        "That's so like you. Reading my mind knowing exactly what I need to hear. I miss you more than you miss me. I have a billion pictures of you hanging up in my dressing room. I promise after this is all over, I will make it up to you. I would do anything to hold your beautiful face in my hands and give you everything you want and desire. I will be with you soon my love i promise. You know you're the best cheerleader and your support means everything to me. I am forever greatful." 
        His kind words warmed your heart and made you feel like your sacrifices were being noticed and appreciated. You started to talk again, but his snores cut you off. You decided to let him sleep. You muttered an I love you before heading off to bed. 
Jaehee
Bless this girl's soul, she works so much she's been coming home from the office way past normal buisness hours. However, she always made sure she called you before heading off to bed. Never late, she called you at the exact same minute on the dot everyday. Your phone rang and you jumped onto your bed to answer it.
        "Hello M/C. How has your day been?" She began the conversation.
        "I'm worried about you. All this work can't be healthy and I'm afraid it's going to start taking a toll on you." You didn't answer her question and got straight to the point you wanted to discuss with her.        
        "I know, but Mr. Han asked and I must listen to him."
        "I know you get paid a decent amount, but Jaehee, you could work literally anywhere else and be respected more than you are there."
        "I need the money in order for you to move in with me and for me to be able to support us comfortably. I hope you can see that my sacrifices are for the better." 
        "Jaehee, I don't care about the money. I care about your happiness and well-being above all else. I know you'd feel the same if the roles were reversed." She paused for a moment and didn't answer. 
        "My love, I am exhausted, but I do understand your point of view. How about we get coffee tomorrow and discuss alternatives. I am not trying to end our conversation short, I simply want to be fully awake when we do discuss this since it is an important matter." 
        "Yes, that would be lovely." You smiled excited to see the love of your life tomorrow. 
        "Thank you for always worrying about me and caring about me more than I care about myself. You've been a huge help in my life and I hope one day I will be able to show you how much all your actions helped me." 
        "Goodnight, Jaehee."
        "Goodnight, M/C. I love you." 
Jumin
His dad keeps throwing more and more responsiblity at him in the company. You could tell Jumin was stressed, but he never conveyed it. It started out slow, him coming home an hour later, then two hours later, then three. Soon enough, you didn't get to talk to the cooperate heir until the early hours in the morning before he got his few hours sleep before doing it all over again.  Jumin told you multiple times not to stay up and wait for him to call since it would be a waste for both of you to lose sleep. However, you still stayed up and called him every night knowing that he secretly appreciated the light conversations you shared.        
        "Jumin! I missed you!" You decided not to prompt him on work since you could tell he didn't want to talk about it. 
        "I missed you too M/C. My day was slightly better than usual since my cook decided to create your favorite dish. It reminded me of you and brought a smile to my face." 
        "Jumin, I know this might not be socially right for me to ask this but, can I come stay with you for a bit? It's very upsetting not being able to stay with you and I think if I were to be at your side for a little more of the day, it could go faster for the both of us." You were nervous to hear his reply. There was a long silence between you two and you became fearful that you said something wrong. He hung up and your fears grew worse. After a couple minutes, he called back.
        "Forgive me for that. I have completed the arrangements to have you come over. Assistant Kang will send a car for you tomorrow at 6 AM. I hope you can forgive me on the early hours, I was being greedy and wanted to see you as soon as I wake up. I have alerted the staff that you will be moving in with me." 
        "Moving in?" You didn't remember asking that.        
        "Yes, I understand that you only asked to spend some time with me, however regarding my feelings towards you, I feel like having you by my side constantly will enhance my mood even more drastically. If you object, please let me know." He sounded confident, but you knew he was scared that you would say no.
        "Of course I'd love to move in with you. I do have one request though." 
        "Anything."        
        "Tell the cook not to make breakfast. I want to cook with you in the morning before you head off to work. It'll give us some time to hang out before you have to leave." You could hear the smirk in his voice.
        "Well, then I have to make a request also."
        "Yes?"
        "You have to sleep the night in bed with me"
        "Is there a specific reason you're requesting this?" You questioned curious to hear his response. You smiled to yourself becoming excited about your life to come.
        "Because I am being selfish yet again. I feel my sleeping will improve with you laying between my arms. You make me feel comfortable and put me at peace." His compliment made your cheeks blush.
        "I love you, dork." 
        "I love you too, M/C."
Seven
The Defender of Justice? Getting no sleep? That's all he ever talks about. He tries to joke about it playing it off like it's his duty to protect the justice, but in reality, he misses you more than you can possibly imagine. All his work has been piling up more and more recently and it makes his head spin. All he wants to do is hold you and make jokes and tease Yoosung. But, he can't and it depresses him. He still tried his best to call and keep in touch with you. He watched you constantly on the CCTV, but he knew it wasn't enough for either of you. Sometimes, he'd call every day for a week. Other times, he called once every two weeks. His irregular schedule also stressed you out, but you knew it wasn't going to change so you tried to cope. Today, you were surprised to hear your phone ringing. 
        "Drum roll please!" He began. You made a drum sound with your mouth, playing along with his little game. "I, 707, the brave defender of internet justice, just put off work yet again to come rescue the princess from her/his sheer boredom!"
        "Awww!! My hero!" you cooed back at him. 
        "If you want to better show your love and affection, blow a big ol' kiss to the security camera outside your door!" You jogged outside, the cold air nipping at your skin. You got on your tip toes and delievered a kiss to your boyfriend. Virtually at least.
        "Kyahhhhhhh! Cuteness overload!!! Can't take much more. Going to implode." Seven overexaggerated. You made a mwah sound and he totally lost it.
        "Program 707 has stopped working. Over heating. Lack of ventilation. Pure nosebleed central. Please restart by saying the words, Seven! I love you!" 
        "Seven! I love you!" You giggled while saying it.
        "Ahhhhh. My darling 606 has resurrected me. So my little kitten, how was your day today?"
        "The usual. Thinking about you. Looking at pictures of you. Wondering how you look so hot in LOLOL cosplay." You knew you were making him blush almost as hard as he made you blush earlier. Your relationship was filled with playful flirting and you loved it. 
        "Seven," you started back up again being more serious this time, "are you okay? Like, are you safe? You've been getting worse recently and I hate seeing you lose yourself. I need you here, however selfish that may be."
        "I know I've been sucky recently, but everyone is counting on me. And would I be your knight in shining armor if I let you and others down? I love you my little shortcake and I am working hard so that this torture will be over for you soon enough."
His attempt at reassuring you was sufficient for now, but you made a mental note to finish talking to him about this later. 
        "I'll let you get some rest twerp. You know I love you right?" 
        "Yes, M/C. I love you too my sexy little kitten. I'll try my best to call you tomorrow okay?" 
        "Don't make promises you can't keep. You won't defend the promise justice that way and I'd have to strip you of your title."
        "That would be the ultimate KO for me!! Unimaginable damage! I will call you tomorrow. I love you." And with that, he hung up and you returned to day dreaming about going to a space station with a certain red-headed male.
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raeynbowboi · 5 years
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The Other Ships in My Fleet
So, I’ve already made a post talking about how I feel about certain ships in My Hero Academia, and another post about some of my other fandoms. Both posts got a lot of likes and reblogs, so I figured I’d talk about my ships from other fandoms. If this post also gets a lot of positive feedback, I’ll consider starting a second page to post my fan content for all of my fandoms, while still maintaining this one almost exclusively for My Hero Academia and Kiribaku specifically.
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Klance (Keith x Lance) Voltron: Legendary Defender
I’m fully aware that this ship is probably not going to happen, but it’s really the only ship in the series that speaks to me. I will not lie, I am a big fan of dark and moody dating happy-go-lucky, and the rivals to friends to lovers element is just icing on the cake. It’s only further helped by Lance being Keith’s second-in-command. They help each other grow, and the trust that forms between them is cute and endearing. They also shared a major element to their characters. Both of them feel out of place, Keith because of his Galra heritage, and Lance because he doesn’t have a niche role.
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Rabies/Rae x BB (Raven x Beast Boy) Teen Titans (2003)
While there wasn’t a lot of shipping fodder for these two in the 2003 iteration, the two are a canon couple in most versions of the teen titans, having been married in the comics (more than once, I think) so this is sort of a unique ship in that I ship it across every version of the two characters. Sporting a snarky moody goth and a lovable goofball, their dynamic was like that of an old married couple, or a moody teenager and her annoying little brother. Still, the two were good friends, and even though their personalities were polar opposites of each other, they had a lot of quiet, emotional moments together in the series. Whether you want to read them as friends or potential lovers, I think it’s hard to deny that there was a genuinely nice bond between the pair.
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Garnet/Rupphire (Ruby x Sapphire) Steven Universe
As the show’s literal physical manifestation of love and a perfect relationship, it’s hard not to like the relationship between these two adorable lesbians. With the show sometimes being edited to remove the queer elements, it’s absolutely hysterical that they had the two get married in an episode very important to the plot, and put Ruby in the dress so that absolutely nobody could misinterpret her as a male. Editing it would only confuse viewers as to why everybody is in wedding attire, thus taking a very satisfying stance against censors and bigotry. Garnet also marks a first in children’s programming as the first same-sex wedding in a children’s animated show, at least as far as I’m aware.
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Pearl x Mystery Girl Steven Unieverse
Although only featured in a single episode and having no dialogue, Mystery Girl (possibly named Sabina) is a very important element to Pearl’s character, being her first step toward moving on from Rose Quartz. There were fans that hoped that Mystery Girl would come back, but even if she doesn’t, she’s still important to Pearl’s character development.
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Amedot (Amethyst x Peridot) Steven Universe
I know a lot of people prefer Lapidot, but frankly I find Lapis too selfish and cold-hearted to be ready for a relationship as she currently stands. I find Amethyst to be a better fit for Peridot, since they both share issues with their height. That, and the way the show frames them has romantic comedy tropes interwoven into their scenes. But even if they’re just friends, Amethyst’s approval means so much to Peridot.
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Stevonnie (Steven Universe x Connie Maheswaren) Steven Universe
I’m not usually a fan of lead boy dates lead girl ships, as they tend to be very poorly done, and many feel forced, or are just boring and predictable. However, the bond between these two feels very genuine. They don’t feel like a lead boy and lead girl forced into a relationship at all. They come together very naturally, and the show takes its time to build their friendship up slowly. The show remembers that they’re kids first, friends second, jam buds third, and love interests last.
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Tomstar (Tom Lucitor x Star Butterfly) Star Vs the Forces of Evil
Considering the show’s themes of monsters, racism, and not judging evil at face value, this ship serves as the most thematically poignant to the narrative that the show is setting up. It also makes Star a stronger parallel to her “evil” great great something grandmother, Eclipsa. Both are monster sympathizers with monster boyfriends. While the blood moon bonds complicate things, I see this ship as the most relevant to the themes and messages the show seems to want to send.
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Tomco (Tom Lucitor x Marco Diaz) Star Vs the Forces of Evil
More of a joke/crack ship, I know it’s unlikely, but the entire episode of Friendenemies had romantic comedy written all over it. Between the literal in-universe break-up song to the show’s promotional art being inspired by dime store pulp romance novels fuel the fire that keeps this ship afloat.
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Bumblebee/Bumbleby (Blake Belladonna x Yang Xiao Long) RWBY
Partners, teammates, and close friends, the ship really took off starting in season 2 during the episode “Burning the Candle”, as Blake spiraled into self-destructive habits due to obsessing over her problems. Nobody is able to get through to her until Yang comes in to talk to her. She doesn’t lecture her or beg her to stop. She instead forms a bridge of trust by first opening up about a similar situation she’s been in, and how she knows first hand that this sort of spiraling can only have negative impacts. They are shown to be parallels, as both girls are negatively effected by a loved one no longer in their life, and the trust issues that spring from that loved one’s actions. Yang was abandoned by her mother, a problem which she mentions Blake repeated. For Blake, it was the uncertainty of trusting someone’s character, and being afraid of someone slowly turning into someone else. She explicitly states in season 3 that her ex started off a nice guy, like Yang. The first time he hurt someone, there was a reason. There was always an excuse. Until eventually, she became the pardoner. The one excusing his actions. And, she expresses the fear that Yang could be following a similar path. Both girls have been hurt by someone in the past, and both girls are afraid of being hurt the same way again, and inadvertently hurt each other the same way as someone else has. It’s also known that RWBY characters tend to represent or be based on fairy tale characters. Yang is Goldilocks, and Blake is Beauty from Beauty and the Beast. However, based on the lyrics from Red Like Roses “Black the Beast descends from shadows, Yellow Beauty burns gold”, there seems to be an implication that Yang is the Beauty to Blake’s Beast. This is interestingly supported by Blake’s name. Blake is a Celtic name meaning both Black and White, and Belladonna literally means Beautiful Woman in Italian, but is also the name of a very poisonous plant often mistaken for the harmless blueberry. The duality of her name could be pointing to how she plays the dual role of both Beauty and Beast.
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Seamonkeys (Sun Wukong x Neptune Vasilias) RWBY
A bit more of a crack ship, these two lovable idiots are far less likely to be canon, but since Sun is Yang’s main competition for Blake’s heart, I have no problem shipping him off elsewhere with his goofy best friend. Although they act more like usual best friends in the canon show, their relationship does have a much gayer tone in the less canon comedy show RWBY Chibi, where Neptune almost seems to act like a jealous clingy girlfriend a lot of the times. I doubt the ship would ever sail, but I mostly ship it because they’re cute together. Although, with season 6 just starting, I got the vibe that Sun was stepping aside to let Bumblebee sail uninhibited. Sun doesn’t really have a third popular ship, it’s just Black Sun and Seamonkeys, so this ship may be gaining validity in the future.
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Gumlee (Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball) Adventure Time with Fiona and Cake
The male counterpart to Bubbline (Princess Bubblegum x Marceline), there’s no real difference between the two pairs other than their genders, and Gumball preferring baking while Bubblegum prefers science. Because they are effectively just gender-swapped clones of the canon ship, anything canonical between the girls is also technically canon with these two. It’s not that I don’t like Bubbline, but when given the choice between gay or lesbian versions of a couple, I’m going to be naturally inclined to lean toward the gay version.
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Sasunaru/Narusasu (Sasuke Uchiha x Naruto Uzumaki) Naruto
Maybe there’s a cultural aspect I’m unaware of, but it’s a bit of a running gag in the Naruto fanbase at this point that Naruto is obsessed with Sasuke. So much so that he seems to care about him way beyond normal friendship. With how much these two obsess over one another, it’s no surprise why this became such a popular pairing. Their dynamic even dwarfed Hinata’s heartfelt confession of her love during the Pain Invasion Arc, because as soon as that ended, did Naruto go talk to Hinata? No, he immediately started thinking about Sasuke. Hinata definitely got the shaft in part II, which is a shame because I really loved her character.
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Bob and Linda Belcher Bob’s Burgers
More of an honorable mention than a full on ship, I wanted to highlight them as one of adult animation’s only married couples that actually still like each other. In the wake of the popularity of the Simpsons, and the cementing of the genre with Family Guy, the stock dynamic of idiot husband and enraged but supportive wife became a recurring trope. Before long, every single animated sitcom-esque family fell into this very annoying cliche. So, finding a couple in adult animation that are not only married but still manage to show they love each other is amazing. Their marriage isn’t on the rocks, they find time to at least try and be romantic, and even when they have bets or are on opposing sides of something, the show never forgets that these two love each other at the end of the day.
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Captain Swan (Killian “Hook” Jones x Emma Swan) Once Upon A Time
This relationship between Captain Hook and the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming might sound odd on paper, but this couple is by far one of the healthiest relationships in the series. Both Hook and Emma come from broken lives, and together build themselves up to something stronger. In a melodrama surrounding fairy tales, both characters are surprisingly grounded, realistic, and skeptical cynics, a very stark contrast from the usual wide-eyed lovey-dovey couples Disney is known for. Emma’s tendency to put up walls and Killian’s tendency to always put himself first are both slowly broken down over time as Killian tries to tear down Emma’s walls and get to know her while she works on building a foundation of trust between them. The pairing feels very organic, and they definitely feel like the most realistic couple in the series as they both take turns stumbling and working toward being good for each other.
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Rumbelle (Rumplestiltskin x Belle) Once Upon A Time
In the early seasons, this couple was beautiful to watch. I truly loved their chemistry and dynamic, as both of them were given such strong characteristics without simplifying either of them. However, as the show went on, it started to lose that power. The couple started to feel toxic as Belle kept waiting for Rumple to change, and he kept on lying and lying. It even reached a stopping point. A perfect one. Rumple was redeemed. He was a good man again. He could be the man Belle deserved. But instead, he slipped right back into his old ways. It was then that I fell off the band wagon for this ship. I loved it once, until I got sick of watching him hurt her over and over.
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Daenerys Targaryen x Khal Drogo Game of Thrones
Although together only for a short while, this power couple won audiences over very quickly, as Drogo’s gruff but passionate affection mixed with Danny’s growing confidence and rise to power made these two iconic.
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Renly Baratheon x Ser Loras Tyrell Game of Thrones
Another short-lived relationship, the remarkable thing is that Renly was literally the only character vying for the throne with fully good intentions for the realm. He was concerned with the needs of the people, and was the only morally good candidate in the War of Five Kings. Sadly, the ydidn’t get much screen time, but they were still a strong couple.
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Peraltiago (Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago) Brooklyn 99
A rare exception to the don’t force the leads to date rule, the show let them form a bond over time that went from a friendly childish rivalry to a friendly dating rivalry. While each character experiences change and growth, it is not at the expense of their personalities, and the progression feels like it was meant to happen.
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goodnightkisseu · 5 years
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Kang Daniel - Nowhere
Requested By: @playfuldisaster (“ I wanna request an angsty but also quite fluffy fic in which one of the characters there had one-sided love to the other person. You decide if it's danik or y/n who will have the 1-sided crush... ”)
Genre: Angst with some Fluff
Note: So I’ve been mulling over this particular idea for a while and I just couldn’t figure out the type of story that I wanted to tell. The idea hit me during my Christmas break from work and I was able to come up with this! Seongwu does get a brief mention, but the story is very much about Daniel. I hope that everyone can enjoy this one. I worked hard to try and elicit certain emotions this time. As always, please feel free to let me know what you think!
Enjoy~
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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3
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Being in love with someone was an incredible feeling. The absolute joy that overcomes you when you see him. When he smiles, you unknowingly smile too, his happiness contagious. When he has a hard time, your heart hurts for him. You want to be strong for him, give him advice and be a shoulder he can cry on if he needs it. When he finds his passion, your heart swells with pride, ready to support him in any way he needs. When he hugs you, holds you close, your heart flutters at the warmth and contact, never wanting to let him go. You wished that love could last an eternity.
But, there was a small issue. Even though you were in love, and even though your eyes couldn’t see anyone else… he didn’t love you back. You were nothing more than his friend.
This was the most painful thing about being near Kang Daniel. You had been friends since you met in your Intro to Figure Drawing course a year ago. You recalled him showing up on the first day of class and all the girls instantly whispering to each other as he caught their eye. What you remembered the most about him wasn’t his looks, but that he showed up with no supplies, having only registered for the class about half an hour before it started. At first, you found this ridiculous. You would never have the gall to show up to an art course that underprepared. Yet, even though you felt that way, when he sat down next to you with that sheepish look on his features, you still offered to share your supplies with him, much to the bitterness of the surrounding girls.  
And the moment that Daniel became a part of your life, it was as if you had found something that had been missing. Your daily stress didn’t hold a candle to his happy demeanor. One small smile, one dumb joke and your day instantly got better. Your life became more exciting by listening to the ridiculous things that Daniel and his friends got into. He made you more sociable by bringing you along when he went to hang out with the guys. You felt confronted whenever he would offer to walk you home after one of your late night art classes. Everything was just better with Daniel around. He improved your quality of life, and it didn’t take you long to realize that you wanted more. You wanted to be more to him than just his friend. You wanted his hugs, his gestures to mean more.
You had no one to blame but yourself though. You were too much of a coward to act on your own feelings. You cherished Daniel, and you feared losing him if he knew you harbored feelings for him. You were scared of rejection, scared that the happiest thing that had ever entered your life, would as soon as you said those words. So you couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t risk telling him how you felt. You had to hold on to that sliver of happiness he brought you. You went on pretending you didn’t dream of him as your boyfriend. That you never thought of his strong arms holding you close as he gingerly kissed your neck. You pretended that you didn’t think of his kissable lips leaving a peck on your own each time you got shy. No, you pretended that those thoughts had never crossed your mind. At least, as much as you could.
“Yo, what are you thinking about?” Daniel whispered into your ear. You were jostled from your thoughts and almost fell out of your chair, only making the male beside you giggle uncontrollably. You pouted and with a grin he took a next to you, pulling out his materials for the day. Yes, he finally remembered to bring them. It only took him a whole course and a half to figure it out, but it was endearing. Or maybe, to you, everything Daniel did was endearing. Ah, this was trouble.
“N-nothing, just daydreaming,” you replied, trying to play off that you had been thinking of Daniel kissing you again. Instead, you reached into your bag, pulling out your own supplies and getting ready for your painting course.
Yet, it seemed like your answer wasn't enough for Daniel. If anything, it seemed to pique his interest, and he continued to ask questions. "Oh? What were you daydreaming about?" he asked. He watched as you fumbled with your words, and an idea seemed to strike him. It had to be that. Ah, he was such an idiot. "Oh! Were you daydreaming about the new EXO video? I got a notification they released it! I overslept this morning and had to rush here, so I haven't seen it yet. I was planning to watch it after class. But let me guess, you were daydreaming about your future husband," he teased, raising his brows at you playfully. 
“I-I was not! It was something else entirely!” you blurted, trying to defend yourself. You and Daniel had, at one point, bonded over EXO, so it didn’t surprise you when he thought he was onto something. Maybe you should have just let him believe he had caught you. At least it would have stopped his line of questioning. Instead, he kept going. 
“Oh, come on, I’m practically your best friend. Tell me, tell me which one is your type?” he pleaded, scooting himself closer to you. He was fully invested now. In all the time that the two of you had talked about your favorite groups, not once did you talk about who your favorite was, and Daniel was dying to know.
“Kang Daniel, we are not having this conversation,” you retorted, feeling your cheeks heat up as some of your classmates had taken an interest in the conversation that the two of you were having. You felt Daniel gently grasp your hand, and you had to stop yourself from freezing up at the gesture. He was just trying to get your attention.
“Tell meeeeee,” he whined. “I want to know what your type is so I can find you someone that would be a good fit for you. I can’t do that if you don’t tell me who you like,” he reasoned, a pout forming on his own lips.
‘You’ was the first thought which crossed your mind, but you didn’t utter the simple word into the world. It would have made things awkward. Plus, you also knew there was a girl that Daniel was interested in, one he had been trying to woo, who was in your next class. Saying that would mean instant rejection and just trouble, so much trouble. “There are things about me you aren’t privy to yet, Daniel. Build up your friendship points and maybe I’ll tell you when you have enough,” you joked.
You could see it in his eyes, see that he was about to guilt-trip you into telling him everything, by saying something like he was already an amazing friend. Yet before he could, your professor arrived and class started immediately. Crisis averted… for now.
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It had been a while since you had that conversation with Daniel. He stopped pestering you about it almost immediately because the next day he finally got the courage to ask Soojin out on a date. Things had started out slow. Daniel asked you for a lot of advice, which you thought was adorable, considering he always seemed like he had it together when it came to the opposite sex. But apparently, some things in the entire dating sphere were new to him. As things progressed with Soojin, he spent less and less time with you, and his other friends. Seongwu, being his roommate, was the only one that ever saw him anymore and he told you all that Daniel seemed really happy.
You were glad, just a little hurt. Now that Daniel was in an official relationship, it meant that you no longer stood a chance. You knew it would end up like this, but it still hurt. You thought you would have to wallow in this pain, but Daniel’s friends sought to fix that. The guys pulled you into their friend group, saying you all could have a great time without Daniel and you appreciated it. Being with the guys… it helped to fill the void that Daniel left. It wasn’t the same of course, but it was close, and you were feeling better the more time you spent with them.
Given that Seongwu’s reports had been about how happy Daniel was, it was no doubt a surprise when he showed up at your doorstep one evening. He had been knocking non-stop for about five minutes and when you opened the door to see him leaning against the doorframe, rather zoned out, you knew Daniel had more than enough drinks.
“D-daniel? What are you doing here?” you asked. You saw him wince, your voice hitting a volume and a frequency that his intoxicated brain couldn’t handle at the moment. You quickly apologized before bringing him inside, his weight shifting from your doorframe to you. It was a bit awkward walking with him leaning against you for support, with his height making the whole thing more of an ordeal than it should have been. Once you got him settled on the couch, you ran into your kitchen, pouring him a cup of water before you were at his side again. You gingerly placed it on the table in front of him, not expecting your inebriated friend to hold the cup for long before you settled on the couch next to him, hands in your lap. “So, want to tell me what’s wrong? Why are you so drunk that you can’t even walk straight?”
Daniel, who had been resting his head in his hands, trying to take in his surroundings to figure out where he was, finally looked up at you. Daniel was always such a happy person, so you never expected to see this look on his features. Pain. It was true pain and sadness. Your heart broke. “Soojin… she broke up with me,” he told you, his words slow as he tried to keep himself from getting too emotional over it.
Your eyes widened at Daniel’s confession. No, it couldn’t be. That couldn’t have – “But, Seongwu said you were so happy…”
Daniel's lips curled into a bitter smile, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. "I was happy, very happy. But, I guess Soojin wasn't. I went to pick her up for our date tonight. She took one look at me and told me that she was done with me. She had already found someone else, and he would be there in ten minutes so she needed me to leave. Apparently, he's some new accountant at one of the nearby firms…" he explained. You could hear it in his voice. You could hear he was trying not to break down, to still remain strong. But this had obviously been weighing heavily on him. If he had gotten as drunk as you had suspected, he was definitely in pain.
And honestly, you were upset. Upset that Daniel had gotten hurt. If you weren't in your right mind, you probably would have marched over to Soojin and yelled at her for how terribly she treated him. You never wanted to see Daniel this beaten down. His happiness always made you happy, so to see that gone… it angered you. Yet, you remained level-headed. This was not the situation to be running off and causing a scene. Daniel came here for a reason. 
"So you came here?" you asked softly.
Daniel gave you a small nod. "At first I thought drinks would solve my problems. I thought that if I just got wasted, I would forget all of it. But the more I drank, the worse my heart felt. I wasn't forgetting anything. I just got worse. And then… I thought of you. You were always there for me. You were the one that always fixed me… and I thought… maybe tonight, you could put me back together again…"
As the words left his lips, Daniel’s eyes locked with yours. You searched them, looking for what he wanted you to do to make him feel better. You could see that immense pain that filled those chocolate orbs you often got lost in. Those eyes you would sometimes find looking at you and your work when Daniel was trying to figure out why his painting didn’t quite look right. Those beautiful eyes that would make contact with you from across the table whenever you were out at a bar with him. You looked into those gorgeous eyes and before you knew it, Daniel’s lips were on yours knocking the air right out of you as he kissed you. You were completely taken by surprise and found him leaning over you, his lips never leaving yours. That night, you slept with Daniel. It was the one thing you never thought you would do. It was the one thing that would likely break your friendship but you couldn’t stop yourself.
You had yearned for him for months, wanted to feel his lips and body against yours and now it was happening. And though you knew it may end horribly, you gave in to your desires. It was fulfilling the things that happened that night. Daniel made you feel something you had never felt with anyone else. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms after your act, the pair of you sleeping soundly that night…
When you woke up to a very sober Daniel the next morning, the two of you weren’t sure what to do with yourselves. You were the first to ask Daniel if he thought it was a mistake. He told you it wasn’t. It was something that felt right at the moment, and you agreed. It had felt right. Nothing about it was wrong. Yet, something about the whole situation had made things awkward for you and Daniel. You didn’t know what it was, but things that had been simple before in your friendship were just… odd. Whenever you gave Daniel a hug, you’d feel him stiffen up, no longer giving you those bear hugs he had been prone to before. Whenever you’d look at him, you could see him looking way. Though his actions were small, and you weren’t even sure if he was aware he was doing it, they hurt you. Daniel had told you that everything was fine, but obviously, they weren’t.
Over time, he started to avoid you, and you too distanced yourself from him. You had tried to message him a couple of times to meet up, but he told you he was busy. After a handful of attempts, you stopped. Daniel went back to spending time with his friends, and though it was hard for you, you eventually made a group of friends of your own. Whenever you’d see the guys, you would greet them from afar, but never went to mingle with them. If Daniel was in their presence, you would just avoid them overall. You hated it. Sometimes you just wanted to chat with them. But seeing Daniel made your heart hurt so much. You’d think back to how close the two of you were to how he iced you out and you just-… it was painful. 
You would have gone the rest of your college career avoiding Daniel if it weren’t for one person, Seongwu. He was the first to reach out to you once he noticed how your relationship with Daniel had changed. It wasn’t like it was a secret; it was pretty obvious to all the boys that something had happened between the two of you, though what it was, no one knew. He had apologized to you on Daniel’s behalf, saying he didn’t know what the younger male was thinking by icing you out like this. You told him it wasn’t a big deal, that it hurt you, but he must have had his reasons. Seongwu didn’t try to argue and left it at that… initially.
Over time, he started to contact you more. At first, Seongwu only messaged you to see how you were doing. These conversations eventually started to change. No longer were you just asking about your days. Instead, you told Seongwu more about yourself. The more you talked, the more you disclosed to him about things that were happening in your life. Seongwu became an amazing sounding board for you, always trying to give you advice when he knew you were looking for it. You would often help him through his problems as well. Your conversations became deeper, more meaningful, and soon you realized, it was hard to go a day without talking to Seongwu.
And that was when you knew. There was more to this than just friendship. You felt something for the dark-haired male, something you had only felt for a couple of people in the past. And, truth be told, you were worried at first. Knowing how you felt about Daniel, and how that relationship ultimately turned out, it concerned you that the same thing would happen with Seongwu. Yet, somehow, very clumsily, you asked him if he was looking for something more. At first, he tried to avoid the topic but eventually confessed that it was indeed true, that he had feelings for you. He had for a while now. It was the reason he had originally invited you to hang out with the guys. He wanted to ask you out, but he knew you liked Daniel, even if he was taken. Seongwu had reached out to you now as a way to try to reconnect. He wasn’t thinking it would actually turn into anything, but here the two of you were, at a coffee shop, talking about your feelings for each other.
The thing was, Seongwu was hesitant to act on his feelings even now. Though both of you felt the same way, he worried about starting a relationship with how things ended with Daniel. So instead, he suggested that you and Daniel try to work out the weirdness. Initially, you had been opposed to the idea, and it seemed like Daniel was too. Getting the same feedback from the both of you, Seongwu didn’t push it any further at first. Yet, even if he said nothing, if he didn’t ask for anything else, you could see, over the next couple of days, he was struggling. He had to schedule his time with Daniel, and his time with you, just so that the two of you wouldn‘t meet up, wouldn‘t have to be in the same room as each other. 
You could see how hard he was trying, the effort that Seongwu was putting in, and you felt terrible. He liked you a lot, but Daniel was also one of his closest friends. He didn’t want to have to choose between the two of you and you would not make him choose either. So, instead of letting Seongwu spend every waking moment of his life trying to plan out his free time with you and with Daniel, you took the first step and contacted Daniel. The message didn’t say much. All you sent to him was, ‘we need to talk this out for Seongwu’s sake.’ Within minutes, you got a reply from Daniel, letting you know he would be free around lunch tomorrow. 
Waiting for Daniel in that familiar restaurant made you uneasy. You could feel the anxiousness building up in your core, as on two occasions, within the span of a few minutes, you almost got up and left. But you stay and waited, because you knew this was important, and to your luck, you didn't have to wait long. Daniel showed up on time, a few minutes early even. The two of you greeted each other, and after that, very unsurprisingly, an awkwardness filled the air. It was that same awkwardness that had consumed the two of you over the last few months. It just wasn't as noticeable when the two of you were far apart. Now the air was so thick, someone probably could have cut it with a butter knife.
Seeing Daniel again caused a weird rush of emotions to overcome you. You still felt nervous, but you could also feel that pain creeping up from the depths of your heart, gripping at it tightly. You also felt a longing for him though those feelings were unlike the ones you had for Seongwu. Everything about being around Daniel confused you, and rather than prolonging that weird feeling, you decided that it was time to move on. That it was time for the both of you to have the lives you deserved. 
"Daniel, I know this is awkward, but we really should clear it up," you breathed. Under any other circumstance, you would have been too apprehensive to speak. Yet today you made the first move. Maybe it was because you finally found someone that was worth that effort. 
 As soon as you spoke, Daniel seemed visibly to relax. You knew him well enough to know he was anxious about this meeting. His body language, how stiff his movements were, and how unsure his voice was, they were all telltale signs. He wanted you to make the first move, and now it seemed like he could speak again. "You’re right. We need to move on," he replied, and you were glad he was willing to handle this like adults. 
“So that night, and what happened after…”
“It was my fault,” Daniel admitted, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. He had always wanted to come clean with you, but he was just too scared to. Now he was finally getting the chance to, and he felt… relief. “Look, I was honest with you after it happened. I don’t think what we did was wrong. I thought it was what we both needed at the moment. Thing was, I didn’t know where that would put our friendship. I thought being around you in an ambiguous relationship was a bad idea. I didn’t want you to think we would be friends with benefits, but I wasn’t ready to commit to another relationship yet.”
“So I ran away,” he confessed, the relief instantly replaced by guilt. “I thought creating distance would fix us, but I know that I hurt you. I could see how you looked at me afterward, and I know I made the wrong choice…”
“We could have talked it out Daniel,” you told him. “I liked you. And it is true. I probably would have thought you wanted to be a couple immediately. But if we talked through it, I would have understood…”
That sad and bitter smile appeared on Daniel’s features again. “I was too much of a coward, and I honestly don’t deserve someone like you…”
“Maybe not as a girlfriend,” you teased, getting him to chuckle for the first time since he got there. “But I’d love to be your friend again. I miss hanging out with you, doing stupid things together…”
“I missed you too. It’s been hard not having you to confide in. The guys aren’t as receptive to that type of thing. Plus, who else will go to fan-events and concerts with me,” he joked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reply. “So we’re good?”
You nodded. “We’re on the way to being good, again,” you corrected him, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was that smile you had missed that radiant smile that warmed your heart.
“And Seongwu-hyung… you’re happy with him? I know he really likes you. He won’t stop talking about you,” Daniel said through another chuckle.
“I am. He makes me really, really happy,” you confessed, Daniel’s smile growing to the point where his eyes turned into little crescent moons.
Gently, Daniel grabbed both of your hands in his, giving them a light squeeze. “I mean this. I’m so glad you found someone that makes you happy…” he replied earnestly. He was glad you had found that person that made you happy that person that could care for you. It was all he had ever wanted for you. He wasn’t that person, but in that restaurant where the two of you used to go to vent about your problems, you knew it was okay. Because you were rebuilding your friendship with each other, and that bond meant so much more to you both…
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could you give us a rundown on each member's individual fashion style???
abso-fuckin-lutely, have some moodboards too for good measure
r.e.m.
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likes looking “swaggy” like the swaggy rapper he is 
wears a lot of looser patterned clothes that are technically “in” for hip-hop 
often sees something on another idol and goes “that’s neat” then tries to find it on the internet 
supreme? he’s got it because he’s full of swag and the company can afford it for him so he’s gonna take advantage of that shit 
his entire closet? filled with stupid bucket hats and fanny packs. has decided he has too many. decided to sell them to owen and daesung. they were stupid enough to buy them 
around the dorm you can usually just find him chilling in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. loves himself some sweats oh boy. probably wears sweatpants to the airport as well just because he wants to be comfortable on the plane so he’s not gonna give two shits about whether there’s a stain on his pants or not
hyunseok
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the stylists always end up dressing him a lot more showily than he’d want to
aways likes to have at least one red accessory somewhere, big sucker for it
styled with dangly earrings and tons of rings? It’s more likely than you’d think
doesn’t dress with the complete mom aesthetic most expect of him when on his own time; is a supporter of skinny jeans, turtlenecks, layers, jewelry. he likes fashion, takes pride in looking good. when everything else feels out of his control, his outfits aren’t. 
doesn’t tend to like wearing super bright colors, sticks to greyscale and red for the most part.
at the dorms, catch him walking around in sweatpants and ryeo’s t-shirts, silk robes, and glasses. his eyesight is garbage. usually is a complete mess on days off; wearing two different slippers, no glasses because he’s dumb so he’s just squinting at everything really suspiciously, no pants, and a t-shirt like five sizes too big while he cleans. help him.
tenshi
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has two completely different styles. his idol fashion and his dorm fashion. they’re so insanely different that if any fan saw him in dorm fashion they’d be like “whomst is that???” 
idol fashion: big comfy sweaters, jeans, the biggest long sleeve t-shirts because wc absolutely cannot have him showing off his muscles 
dorm fashion: very tight work-out tees. basket ball shorts. but lets go back to the t-shirts. because when i say tight i mean he’s grown two sizes in t-shirt, but hasn’t gone shopping for new ones yet tight
would love to get to wear something other than long sleeves outside, but working for wc means that he’s supposed to maintain his sweet angel image so sweaters in 90° weather it is 
finds work out clothes very comfy and would like to just be in them all the time 
he tends to just sleep and wander the dorms in the morning in a pair of boxers and a large t-shirt that isn’t that big on him, but jui would drown in it
jui
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he’d like to say that he’s the most fashionable member of k.o, but dohwan would probably punch him in the face if he said that and then proceed to go on a rant about why he’s the most fashionable member
loves anything that will button up and tuck into some tight jeans because he actually has great proportions and his legs are to die for, so he’s gonna show them off
wears only the finest of materials. hit him up with some nice silk and like designer denim. wishes he got that gucci deal instead of dohwan
accessories are a big yes. wears a lot of fun earrings and rings and bracelets. there’s always a nice belt holding up his pants because he’s that bitch 
fashionable even at home. definitely has like silk pajamas and parades around in them being comfy and fashionable
can only steal jungsoo and kyungsoo’s clothing and is salty. wants to steal dohwan’s shit but the man’s 5’11” and it makes jui angry
gem
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he’s low-key legally obligated to wear gucci at all times, according to him. he’s the fashionista of the group and debatably the best at styling himself, loves clothing.
has no problem with showy high fashion, loves anything with a bit of shimmer to it, silk, flowy shirts with the top few buttons undone, chokers, turtlenecks and button-ups. 
big on accessorizing, especially gucci belts/anything with a brand name on it.
color wise, he likes blue and purple in particular — isn’t afraid to go bold with color to stand out.
doesn’t usually like showing much skin publicly, covers up even in the sun. he’s been made fun of by fans for wearing literal suits on the beach.
at the dorms, he’s more free with how he dresses. catch him making cereal at one in the morning wearing silk pants and no shirt. 
jungsoo
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the SOFTEST sweater wearing fool — loves sweaters, cardigans, and warm fabrics. he could complain about being cold in the middle of the rainforest.
likes bright patterns and colors, mainly because he’s so damn short and needs to find a way to stand out somehow.
has two modes: on stage, he’s usually styled very precisely and looks pretty damn hot. offstage, he seems tiny and about twelve years old, likes to pull his sleeves over his hands and swat people with them for attention.
is 10/10 the most likely to rip something by not even doing anything, is just a clumsy lil baby.
likes jewelry, usually necklaces and rings, has a necklace with a star on it he never takes off.
at the dorms, wears hongsol’s hoodies religiously and shorts or pajama pants with cute patterns like ducks. will defend his ducks with his life, don’t make fun of him, you’ll get a shoe thrown at your head.
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wow he’s just not put together when it comes to fashion much at all. has a stylist buddy that plans his outfits for the week cause she doesn’t trust him to do it himself
pun t-shirts? oh yes please. he has just the worst graphic t-shirts that are all like a million years old that he pairs with jeans 
has once just gone to the airport in one of these stupid ass shirts and a pair of ripped to hell jeans and there were victories that laughed at him 
likes denim. a whole lot. like he only wears jeans. usually black jeans paired with a white t-shirt or a black t-shirt 
his fashion isn’t actually all that interesting in public because he still wants to wear a t-shirt and jeans, but his stylist friend is like “what the fuck do you think you’re doing” whenever he wears a fun shirt 
his color palette is exclusively black and white unless he’s being directly dressed by a stylist for a performance
seungjae
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boyfriend aesthetic, completely. likes to dress in layers with flannels, cardigans, etc. dresses for comfort and for practicality.
prefers muted and warmer earth tones, nothing too harsh on the eyes. 
he’s usually styled in a lot of flowy and silky things, he’s not a fan but doesn’t complain.
has this one denim jacket all of the members have signed, he wears it all the damn time. it’s incredibly important to him, and he brings it with him wherever he might be filming.
doesn’t normally accessorize much or wear a lot of jewelry besides a designer watch — practical.
around the dorms, he’s usually in jeans and a flannel or knit sweater.
law
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edgy bitch aesthetic, as could be expected. ripped jeans, leather jackets (if he can get away with not wearing a shirt under it, bet he’s going with that), flannels, denim jackets, anything experimental and showy. if he’s not really making an effort, sticks to jeans and black t-shirts. 
the more skin he can show, the better; likes to show off his tattoos, has no shame with it.
doesn’t like wearing a lot of jewelry besides rings and earrings. he dislikes dangly earrings and prefers studs, and with so many piercings in each ear, that’s wise. 
if he’s not wearing doc martens or converse, there’s an issue here, chief
part ii of the monochrome and red gang, but wears dark jewel tones from time to time. claims wearing white washes him out, usually avoids it. 
at the dorms, he’s usually shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants. hates shoes and will be barefoot any time he can. refers to shirts as nipple prisons and usually gets smacked for it, don’t let him have rights.
kyungsoo
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if there’s one thing to say about kyungsoo’s fashion taste it’s that everything he wears is at least three sizes too large on him. big sweaters, shirts, jackets, and more are his favorite things to parade around in 
habitual clothing thief from his members. likes to steal jae and ryeo’s stuff the best. usually takes ryeo’s sweaters because they have similar styles 
he’s already pretty small but his clothes always make him look even smaller. people comment that he always looks so soft in his big sweaters and flannels and stuff
likes pastels and greys more than your average bear. can almost never be found in a fully saturated color 
a lot of his clothing falls into the ‘comfort over coolness’ area since he’s super sensitive to certain materials and doesn’t like tight fitting clothing 
really loves the dress shirt under sweater combo as well as buying too big t-shirts/button ups and tucking them into a tight pair of black jeans
owen
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the boy! loves! colors! pastels are a big yes for him and pairing those pastels with things like overalls and such is so much fun 
he’s also a huge fan of things with pockets. like, the more space to keep stupid things in the better. owns a jacket with fifteen pockets that remi and kiyong bought for him as a joke, but he actually adores it and wears it all the time 
follows like those modern flower-boy trends where he puts on some mom jeans and tucks a t-shirt into them. fans think it’s super cute

also a big ol’ sucker for putting cool jackets on top of his sweatshirts so he looks fun and edgy. his sweatshirts are 99% of the time stolen from dae 
can just be super simple too. half of his shirts are just white or stripy and he’ll usually stick a button up on top of those and pair it with some jeans and white sneakers 
speaking of sneakers, you’ll never find him in any other shoes unless he’s forced to. once wore converse with a suit on the red carpet
lux
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loves sweatpants and oversized shirts/hoodies, skinny jeans. usually just looser tops and tighter clothing on the bottom, really.
big sucker for the color green, he claims it looks the best with his hair and skin color.
dresses for comfort and looks uneasy when he has to wear more delicate clothing and anything ridiculously expensive and fancy.
10/10 the most likely to buy some $3 t-shirt and wear it for like a week straight.
almost always wears athletic shoes of some kind.
around the dorms, he dresses pretty similarly: sweatpants, hoodies, burrows in his clothes.
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Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?
This also got crazy-long for a short reply so its under a cut again
Adjusting to normality included going back to work. The pay-out from Weyland-Yutani was enough that she didn’t need to ask for her shop back at the docks, however after a case of cabin fever combined with post-traumatic stress sent her into a mental breakdown, her (partner? boyfriend? lover?) suggested she find something to occupy her mind and hands, and possibly get her outside.
It was surreal, being back here after so long away, after so much happened. Here, the private engine shop that serviced everything from cars to crater rovers to flight carriers and segments of space stations, the biggest changes that happened since she had left was that their boss retired, and they hired a new electrical engineer. Oh yes, and they were all rather excited to tell her about the new lift. Utterly mundane.
Still, it was something to do, something to focus on and think on, and throwing herself into her work had always been how she worked through her earlier (though much more minor) issues. The new boss was a previous team member who liked her enough, and everyone welcomed her back with relative warmth. And coming home the first day to someone who had–against orders–made a nice dinner and procured a bottle of wine; followed by a back rub that she wasn’t sure made her more relaxed or more awake than she’d been all evening.
Ripley’s first two weeks went by as such, sometimes having to be nearly pulled out of bed by her well-meaning resident robot. By Friday he noticed, however, that while she always had a piece of toast, or handful of whatever fruit she could find (”Why do you do this to me?” “You don’t eat enough vegetable material and cannot survive off pad thai and pizza alone.” “I did so far and turned out–well, I’m alive aren’t I?”) and always a large mug of some kind of caffeinated drink. Once to his horror she had poured a bottle of emergency energy shot into her travel cup with a soda, and walked out the door as if it was a normal thing for her to do. Considering the level of soda left in the fridge, he realized that she’d been taking one to work each day; but the more he looked over their supply he realized that unless she was buying lunch on her break, she had been having a can of diet soda every day.
“Ripley? Someone’s looking for you,” the kid, one of the newer employees, gave her a cautions glance. He’s mildly afraid of me. Good.  “Looks like a guy from the company.”
“Jesus fuck.”
She sat up, turned off her welding torch and took her mask off, debating between preparing to defend herself, or to just start a loud profanity laced tirade against whatever demon they sent to her.
Instead, she was greeted by a much better scenario entirely.
“Chris,” she sighed. “You’re a cliche.”
“In my defense I didn’t think that you would have been welding on the dock’s electric again. Haven’t they replaced it?”
“Apparently not,” she nodded to an older patch job, about seven feet down where this scene had played out two years ago. “And not that I don’t like seeing your face, but….why are you here?”
“I brought you lunch.”
“You didn’t have to do that,”
“Did you pack lunch?”
“I–”
“A can of coke doesn’t count.”
“Okay so no, but you always cook dinner so I’m fine, really. I prefer to work while everyone else is on break anyway.” she wiped her arm over her forehead, in an attempt to clean up some of the soot and sweat, only succeeding in spreading the grim and adding oil to the mess. Samuels bit back an amused smile. 
“Too late, I already walked here–”
“You walked, that’s like…it’s a fifteen minute commute by trolley how the fuck–”
“My batteries last a little longer than a human’s.”
“……right.”
“And it’s already on your break room table, if you’d like to take your legally required thirty minute break now.”
“Company man to the core processor aren’t you?” she teased lightly, bumping his hip with hers as she walked past him and enjoying the half-second of flustered bewilderment it earned.
The break room table had a steaming bowl of oatmeal that didn’t look like the lumpy instant kind she usually bought, and a plate of various fresh fruits beside it.
“I had fruit this morning,”
“And the suggested amount for a female of your age and activity level is more than one strawberry on your way out the door,”
“I’m not a child,”
“Looking after your health isn’t a way of belittling you, at least not intentionally. I merely want to keep you around for as long as I can.”
Oh. That was sobering.
“How about I promise to pay more attention to my diet and you agree not to micromanage my phsyical health?”
“Agreed,” Amanda sat down at the table, giving his latest creation a hesitant taste, knowing full well it wouldn’t have the three spoons of sugar she usually dumped in hers. None. Still, it wasn’t bad, and she was torn between asking where he learned to cook so well, and not wanting to see his sheepish smile when he, in a guilty tone, mumbled something about just downloading the instructions. 
“Any good?”
“Very, thanks. Sit down, stay a while before you hike back,” 
“….Thank you,”
“You didn’t just thank me for asking you to stay with me?”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever fully adjust to you permitting, requesting my company.”
“Mmm, the adoration is nice now, but it’s gonna get stale quick. Adjust. Get used to it. I told you before that I’m keeping you–until you decide you want to leave. And then please, leave. But for now…” she smiled. “I like the view, and would like you. To. Stay.”
Amanda started to eat, no longer embarrassed at doing so in front of someone that didn’t need to, and Samuels reached across the table for her hand that wasn’t holding a spoon, another marvel, that he could request her touch, and she would grant it with a smile. 
“The last time I was here, I wanted to touch you–oh that sounded…wrong. I meant in a…in the way a human would perhaps give a touch, social contact to give you comfort but even if my programming allowed me to do it…You gave off the sense that you would have broken my hand if I tried.”
“You’re probably right.”
“I love you.”
It didn’t shock her, didn’t surprise her in the least; once he had managed to say the words without stuttering, or outwardly panicking, he had been saying it at random moments, at least once a day. And each time he did it, it still seeped in and sent an icy heat through her. A reminder of the impossibleness that she wasn’t, as she always assumed she was, destined for isolation.
“There’s a supply closet in that door behind me.”
“Relevance?”
“Never mind,” there wasn’t enough time left to her break anyway, but the look he was giving her was melting her from the inside, and even if it wasn’t for sex, she wanted to hide somewhere with him, holding him close and tight, feeling his vitals hum under his skin he’s alive and he’s with me and we are safe, he’s alive, he’s here, we’re safe.
Someone in the main area of the shop starting a metal saw made her jump, and Samuels sprung up from his seat to reach over table, his hands on her shoulders “Easy, luv…”
“Sorry–I’m sorry nothing’s bothered me yet–I was just zoning out and  I–”
“I worry about you. I know you’re safe here, but…I still worry.”
“We’re a mess.”
“At least, for me, a synthetic could probably think of very few people to ‘be a mess with’ than an engineer. I’ve lucked out in every possible way.” he was perched on the side of the table to her right, one hand still on her shoulder, moving up to hold the side of her face.
“I have too. No one’s ever brought me homemade lunch at work before,” she pushed the bowl and plate aside, and sat up next to him, impressed the metal retired-worktable could hold them both. “I’m doing something nice for you tonight. Message me what kind of wine you want, or tea, or beer, or whatever you want. And then anything you can think of, I’ll do it.”
“You don’t have to,” he said softly, as she rest her forehead against his, their noses brushing before she kept hers to one side of his,
“Not just physical; I mean anything. Any movie you want, any updates, upgrades, decor for the flat…Let me do something for you,”
“It isn’t necessary,”
“Please?”
“I’d like…us to read tonight together, maybe work the micro-generator you brought home last week, take a bath, and then you can tell me about this place, and about your first job here,” 
her eyes crinkled a little, where confusion would be on its own with anyone else wanting to know specifics, there was also affection, and an annoying inability to hide her sheer joy at having a connection with another person. Even someone that few others would consider to be a person.
“Why in the world would you care about that?”
“I only know your past on paper, passive and one-sided, told by people that neither liked you nor knew you. And thus far, my dear, every time you display another facet of yourself, I find that my ability to care is only made…stronger. I like that feeling, and both selfishly, and for your own sake, I want to know everything about you that you could share,”
“Tonight….then tonight…like an interview then. You and me.” She leaned on him, and he leaned back with her, supported on the table by his free arm.
“‘Interview is rather clinical, so correct me if I’m wrong but couldn’t ‘learning more about one’s partner’ be considered a date?”
“Well you’re supposed to have those before you move in with someone.”
“I had no idea,” his sarcasm entertained her to no end, if only for how long it had taken her to realize he was capable of it.
“Now you do, and we have a date tonight.”
“Thompson?”
“Yeah?” 
“Who’s in there with Ripley? Boyfriend?”
“Company exec. I think he’s just a ‘droid though, so it can’t be anything too serious.”
“In that case go in and get her, then kick him out.  I don’t like those things–or those people–crawling around my shop poking for code violations.”
“Will do.”
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Hello Emily!!! I was just wondering what’s your opinion on Cheryl🤔
Well hello, my lovely! That sounds like a mighty controversial question to ask, lol. But, I mean, I obviously have to preface this by saying my opinion is just that; an opinion. And it may not be as glowing an opinion as some may have of her, but that’s fine. Those people that love her can love her relentlessly, as much as I could not. So, don’t take my opinion as gospel. Please. But be warned; It’s probably not gonna be all positive, if I’m being honest. So, read on at your own choosing.
Anywho, to answer your question; I don’t really care much one way or another about her? I think like most of us, i hadn’t known of her much until the last few (5-7) years. Although I probably grew up during her musical hey days, her music (group nor solo-wise) hadn’t really reached much of the US, much less to my musical airwaves. So, musically, I suppose I’m indifferent? I think, in terms of her musicality, she’s a much stronger dancer/performer than ‘singer’. Her type of artistry, from what I’ve accumulated from videos and such, is a little predated to an earlier 2000′s feel, where stage theatrics took presence over vocals. I’m not saying she cant sing; I’m simply saying *I* see her tactic and drive as an artist is to ‘put on a show’ with a heavy presence of dancing rather than sing solely with the drive being vocal. She’s alright, and I hope she navigates her musical career how she wants to, fulfillingly. BUT….I’m not particularly all that intrigued in her music myself.
Regarding her with Liam, which is why I assume you asked me my opinion on her to begin with, isn’t the most stellar. I’m just gonna be honest with yall; I’m not keen. So, if we’re looking for some Cherliam on my blog, you probably wont find much. Sorry, lol. I just get a rather odd feeling regarding them. Which means NOTHING in the grand scheme of things, because honestly? I’m sure they could care less about my opinion; they’re still living their lives, together, how they choose so. Bear sound like a sweet boy, and is loved by his parents. So that’s all I can ask for with them. Other than that, I’m not personally a fan of them together. And I’m sure we’ve all heard one reason or another why. But that’s all just a matter of opinion and how we view relationships, I guess. I mean…I don’t much care for Zigi either. So…don’t take it personally. I just don’t vibe with it.
However, i will say I haven’t been introduced the best impression of Cheryl. I don’t share this follwing stuff because I have some personal, mean girl vendetta against her, but…Some of the things I’ve seen regarding her aren’t…the best. And full disclosure: Yes, I know we all have spotty pasts where we didn’t exhibit the best judgement. Is Cheryl allowed to grow as a person? Yes. And I have no interest in going out of my way to hurt or attack her directly; I don’t care enough about her to. BUT, I had a conversation with a friend who was a bit disturbed to hear about issues she was involved with in her past. And yes, i think we all know what one of those topics is…
I think it is fully fair to acknowledge that some of the things she’s done in the past are unacceptable, or not condonable, at the least. And if people find personal disapproval or problems with things she’s done, that’s fully understandable, and needs to be respected. I know this could get me into trouble with her diehard fans, but if someone is disturbed by her past of physical aggression, i think that’s very justifiable to understand and acknowledge that some people do not like what she’s done, simply put. I think we’ve all heard of the bathroom attendant story. And yes, full disclosure; it’s in the past and I’m sure (hoping) she’s definitely learned her lesson not to get drunk off her ass like that again. Additionally, I know that situation in particular is a very big, divisive one that people either strongly defend, or strongly argue against. I cant say I know what’s certain regarding that altercation, but all I can say is that the photo of the victim of the assault is….bad. Fair warning: the photo could be graphic for some.
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Although Chez claimed she ‘hit back in self-defense’, the injuries claimed to be sustained by the victim look a little bit more than just ‘defensive’, considering there was hardly a scratch on Cheryl. There’s no way around disputing that. You can see it for yourself. Furthermore, she said in her book that,
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I don’t know what about THAT is ‘scot-free‘, but I digress. Regardless of the little details here or there about their differing stories, being seeing as ‘not guilty’ doesn’t mean ‘innocent’. This is one altercation that is used against her a lot. And yes, some use it in the wrong way as ammunition to fuel arguments about why they personally ‘hate’ Cheryl, but others simply feel it’s important to discuss, because it’s not the first or last time she had been aggressive with someone. She’s also admitted HERSELF that she’s been physical towards ex-partners too. She claims that she was raised to ‘stand up for herself’, and that her brothers taught her to fight, essentially. And I would fully agree with that being a reasonable means of action to physically protect yourself. But when it comes to the situations that occurred with her past partners, it didn’t seem to be of self-defense, in my personal opinion, but rather an irrational impulse.
While I DO agree her ex-partners are utter shitbags and she had reasons to be upset, I don’t personally believe it’s okay to lay hands on ANYONE; unless you are being physically assaulted against your will initially, then I fully understand and support self-defense. But that’s seemingly not the case regarding these situations. She describes an ex-boyfriend as being a severe drug abuser. As I said before, I’m not saying her ex-boyfriends are saints and without issue; I personally wouldn’t accept my partner abusing hard drugs either. But something about how casually she explains physically hitting him out of anger is…unsettling.
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She later on had a big scandal involving her ex-husband, as I’m sure some already know. Again, a cheating husband is absolutely trash, and disgusting. So I feel no emotional sympathy for him when it comes to his decision to cheat. And on an emotional level, I really do feel for her regarding that. But I really and truly cannot tell you guys I condone physical violence, especially in regards to relationships. At that moment, she made a really bad decision to lash out how she did. And i haven’t a clue why she would publish this information, cause it certainly doesn’t paint her in a *good* light?
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Now, whatever opinion you may have about relationship issues, that’s your opinion, and that’s fine. But I cant lie to you guys and say I’m okay with one person doing this to their partner. Doesn’t matter who that partner is, or whether it’s a girl to a guy, a guy to a girl, or anything in between. It’s not acceptable to me, and I hope you guys can understand why some people can be extremely upset about stuff like this regarding Cheryl. This isn’t meant to be a rallying cry to bash Cheryl, no. I was asked how I felt about her, and I was gonna be honest to include things that upset me, and others, about her. It’s okay for Cheryl fans to admit her faults, and its okay for non-fans to admit she has made mistakes in her past that she can, and probably has, learned from. That was the sole purpose bringing up those talking points.
I'm sorry this went on a slight bit of a tangent, and that it may not have been as passive and positive as some may have expected me to answer, but...It’s honest, and my opinion. I'm sure there are some great qualities about Cheryl; she can be wonderfully charitable and that is one thing I can say is admirable about her. I like that. And I hope she continues to do good, philanthropic work. She’s obviously a gorgeous woman, with friends and family that love her, and fans who adore and support her. That’s wonderful, really. Though she may not be a person I'm incredibly fond of, I do still wish her well. I hope she continues to grow from her mistakes, and that she leads a more wholesome life. Whatever criticism was said about her is only meant to show that we’re not without flaws. And I absolutely understand friends and followers who may not appreciate some of the bad things she’s done in the past. As for her life now, she leads a much better one that is better to se. I'm sorry if this wasn't the best response to your question, but I hope it was okay. If someone disagrees with me about anything written, that’s fine, and I respect your opinion completely. But i have no interest in having discourse back and forth, so...I've said my peace, and keeping it at that. I appreciate your ask, darling. Thank You! :)
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