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orcasoul · 8 months

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Oh Baby!

Summery: Pedro Pascal and reader are in a relationship. Pedro's career is sky rocketing and reader also has a demanding job. Throw in an unexpected pregnancy and well...... shit!

Warnings: Swearing, Pedro being and not being an asshole (you'll see). Use of Y/N.

Italics indicate inward thinking.

Gripping the edges of the bathroom sink, you take slow, deep breaths to steady your breathing, while your mind is going into overdrive. Your chest feels tight and your legs are like jelly. Slowly you raise your head to stare at you reflection in the mirror. You don't even feel like yourself right now, almost like you're having an out of body experience. Reality suddenly feels foreign to you, like you're trapped in a surreal dream. But this is no dream. It's real, oh it's definitely real. The two red lines on the four pregnancy tests sitting on the under sink cabinet can attest to that! "Shit," you mutter quietly, still looking at yourself in disbelief. "This can't be happening." It wasn't supposed to happen . You'd been on the pill for two years and always used extra protection if you had antibiotics. You were always so careful, but careful obviously wasn't careful enough. How would you even begin to tell Pedro that you're carrying his baby? How would he react? Your mind keeps replaying one specific interview of his you'd seen. "I don't even have kids. And I'm not gonna!" His words exactly.

He'd mentioned to you once that his hectic work schedule doesn't allow time for kids, and honestly it wasn't high on your priority list either. Your job as an editor is very demanding and sometimes trickles into your home life. Both you and Pedro had grown accustom the stresses and scarifies you've both had to make over the past couple of years when it comes to your jobs, but you'd both made it work and were happy and comfortable together. But adding a baby into the mix just seemed impossible. You try to remember your last period but you'd been so busy with work lately that you hadn't even noticed you'd missed..... shit, two! Two periods. It was only the past few days of constant queasiness and dizzy spells that led you to suspect what you'd hoped wouldn't be true. But here you are, the "truth" staring right back at you. "Oh my god," you whimpered while rubbing your hands over your face, "Fuck, what now?!"

You try your best to keep it together but you can't contain the rush of different emotions that are encompassing you at this moment and the tears begin to fall. It's exhausting trying to process everything you're feeling; fear and uncertainty but also a gravitation and protectiveness you've never felt before. This baby was certainly not planned and you couldn't deny that you wished the tests were negative, but knowing that it's definitely there has awakened an instinct in you that has always been present but dormant, just waiting to be unleashed. How is it possible to want and not want it at the same time? Will Pedro want it? Will he be mad? Pedro had been away for two weeks filming for a new advert and had a photo shoot straight after so he'd be away for another two weeks, at least. You both video called each other every day. You'd always looked forward to it but the thought of today's impending call left your stomach in knots! There was no way you could tell him something so life changing over the phone. You'd just have to keep it yourself until he gets home and try your best to act normal when talking to him.

It turns out pretending nothing had changed wasn't that difficult for the next week. Maybe it was because of the distance and the fact that you could make up an excuse to end the call when your anxiety began to creep in. But in one week's time he'd be home and you know it'll be harder to act nonchalant around him, especially now that your lower belly has started to swell slightly. Slight enough that you could blame it on junk food if he noticed, but it's only going to get bigger. After a long day at work, you finally get to relax for the evening, settling down to watch one of your favourite shows. Leaning back into the settee you found yourself gently smoothing your palm over the curve of your abdomen, wondering just how much would change in the coming months and how Pedro would take the news. You still struggled to get your head around it yourself but now that you've had time to think, you know there's no way you'd get rid of it, no matter what happened. Well, I have one more week to figure out how I'm going to tell him, you ruminate..... or so you thought.

"Y/N I'm home." Pedro called out as the front door slammed shut. You shot up off the settee faster than a rocket as Pedro walked into the living room with a wide grin. You stood frozen to the spot as he dropped his bags and rushed over to you, picking you up in a tight hug. With the fervour of a man touch starved he kissed you as if he hadn't kissed you in years, deep and sultry. You instantly dissolve into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Wow," you whispered breathlessly as you pull away to look into his eyes. "Missed me that much, huh?" You teasingly ask, trying to sound as though your heart isn't beating a million miles an hour. "What do you think?" he relied with a smirk, setting you back down. "How are you home so soon?" You hope your question did come across the wrong way. Of course you're thrilled that he's home. You always loved it when he returned home earlier than expected, and it happened so rarely that usually you'd be on cloud nine, but this one time you wished you had that week. A week where you could prepare for every eventuality. "We were ahead of schedule for once. I thought I'd surprise you instead of calling ahead." Your silent stare made Pedro chuckle, his soft eyes creasing at the corners. "That surprised, are you?"

You suddenly realise how off your reaction must seem to him and quickly collect yourself before he can think any more of it. "I just wasn't expecting you so soon. Great surprise though!" you smile genuinely as you tip toe to kiss the end of his nose. "I really missed you. How was it?" "Oh you know, early mornings, late nights, hours of hair and make up, retake after retake, blah blah blah....," Pedro trailed off while waving his hand in the air dismissively. "How have you been sweetheart?" He asked while stroking down the curve of your back. I've missed you like hell." "Yeah I've.... I've been fine. Works been fine." Your voice ever so slightly, nervously shook at his question, making you cringe inwardly but luckily he didn't seem to notice your change in tone. "Well, you go unpack and I'll make us something to eat," you offered, trying to keep your composure, even though you felt like a deer caught in headlights. As Pedro heads to the bedroom to unpack you hurry into the kitchen and pour a glass of water to quell your nerves. Not quite the same effect as alcohol, you huff inwardly.

You get to work preparing Chilean Avocado sandwiches, as it's one of Pedro's favourite foods. But after only a few seconds you are hit with a strong bought of nausea from the smell and lunge towards the sink, making it there just in time. After violently retching up what not only felt like the contents of your stomach, but also every organ in your body into the sink you are startled by a warm and gentle hand rubbing your back. "You okay, baby?" "Oh fuck!" You turn swiftly, wiping your mouth with a tea towel. "Uh... yeah... must be a virus or something. It's going around. My sister's kids had it last week." You hated lying to Pedro. Well, it was half a lie; Your nieces and nephew did have a bug last week but you know that this is definitely not a virus. Pedro looked at you with a creased brow, clearly concerned. "Why don't you go lie down? I'll take care of this," he suggested, looking over at the ingredients on the kitchen counter. When he realised you were making his one of his favourite's he turned to you with an adoring smile.

"Aww, you were making my favourite sandwich, thank you darling." "Anything for you, baby," you lovingly reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I think I will go and lie down for a bit." you concede. "A bit" actually lasted until the next morning. Your body felt heavy and exhausted as you dragged yourself out of bed for work. The next three days were hard going. The morning sickness began each morning from the moment you woke up, getting stronger every day. Pedro became more and more worried asking, no begging you to call in sick for work. But each day you'd insisted you didn't feel that bad. The truth was you felt like shit! The unabating nausea and fatigue left you feeling on edge, knowing you can't keep this a secret for much longer. He's going to figure it out any day now or at least suspect, your anxious mind keeps telling you. By the evening of the third day Pedro couldn't take the worry anymore. "You've been ill for three days Y/N," he observed, uneasily, while sitting beside you on the bed, his hand caressing your cheek. "If you're no better in the morning you have to see the doctor." His face betrayed the apprehension he's feeling. "Ped, no I'm fine-" "You're not fine and you're starting to worry me." He cut you off in an urgent but not angry tone. "I'll drag you there if I have to." "Okay, Okay. I'll go," you groggily reply with a small smile. Relieved, Pedro leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Get some sleep baby. I'll check on you in a bit."

And with that he walked out of the room, leaving the door ajar. You closed you eyes and sighed. You knew this time would come. The time when you'd have to spill the beans, as they say. You weren't entirely ready for it but you have no choice now. You know he'll make you go to the doctor tomorrow and you can't use work as an excuse to worm your way out of it since it's one of your days off. You have to tell him tomorrow. The next hour was spent pondering what you would say to him and all the different ways he might react. Eventually, exhausted both physically and mentally you drift off into an uneasy sleep.

******

"You're what?!" Pedro's voice reached a pitch you didn't realise he was capable of. His earthy brown eyes were as wide as saucers and his jaw hung slack. Your eyes dart to your feet as you feel your cheeks burn and your fingers begin to tap the sides of your hips in anticipation. "I'm.... pregnant," you repeated, voice shaking. "I don't know what happened. The pill has never failed in the past-" "We'll it fucking has now, hasn't it!" He shot you a choleric look. "Or maybe you just weren't careful." "Excuse me?!" You snapped back with furrowed brows. "Don't you dare blame this on me. I never missed one pill and we always used extra protection when needed. You know that!" "I don't know anything right now!" Pedro shouted through his hands which were now rubbing his face in exasperation. "Well I didn't make this baby all by myself so don't put this all on me!" Hot tears begin to cascade down your cheeks despite your best efforts to hold them back. "I just.... FUCK!" Pedro cried out, booting one of the kitchen stools, making you jump.

"We can't do this. I can't do this." "Well it's too late now," you huff at him with your arms folded across your chest. "Not if we don't want it to be," he stated flatly. Your eyes widened and your heart clenched at his cold demeanour, causing you to instinctively place your hands across the small swell of your belly in protection. "I'm not getting rid of it Ped. I.... I can't," you exclaimed. "Y/N," Pedro sighed, shaking his head "This would change our lives completely. Neither one of us has the time for such a huge commitment and-" "I don't care," you cut him off sharply, fixing him with daggers. "I'm not getting rid of it. If it means I have to work part time then it's something I'm prepared to do." Pedro threw his head back to look at the ceiling, seemingly annoyed at your obstinate determination. You continue, "Weather we like it or not this is happening and we need -" "No it's not." He quickly stated, with finality. You stare at him dumbfounded. "What?!" "I'm not doing this. If you want to keep it you'll have to do it alone. I never wanted this and you know it." He returned your own words to you with clear contempt.

You open your mouth to say something, anything but words have now failed you. Your brain is unable to form a coherent sentence as the realisation of his words hit you like a punch to your gut. You feel numb as your heart shatters piercing your soul. He can't mean it! He's just upset, you try to rationalise internally, still to shocked to speak. Pedro turned away from you, grabbed his car keys off the kitchen island and stormed to the front door. "Make sure you're gone before I get back," he demanded in an emotionless tone. Seeing him walk away from you, immediately loosened your frozen tongue. "Baby wait!" you sobbed after him as he slammed the door shut without a backward glance. You instantly drop to your knees on the cold kitchen tiles, embracing yourself as your grief becomes unbearable. Your head begins to spin as you try to suck in deep breaths. It's no use. The despair is now consuming you, seeping into every crevice of your being, gripping you and tearing you apart. "Y/N?" You continue to sob. "Y/N?!" The familiar voice sounds muffled through your tormented cries and you can feel phantom hands gently shaking your shoulders. "Y/N?! Baby wake up, wake up. Look at me!"

You gasp as your eyes snap open. You are met with concerned caramel eyes, glowing in the dim lamp light. Pedro was leaning over your body, holding onto both of your shoulders. "It's okay. It was just a bad dream," Pedro soothed you while cupping your cheek. The feel of his warm skin against yours brought a sense of calm to your confused and distressed state, helping you to catch your breath. He sat up, slowly pulling you up with him. "Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me. What the hell happened?" he asked nervously as he wiped away a mixture of cold sweat and tears that had soaked your face. "I...," your voice gave out as you realised it was nothing more than a nightmare and the man you love is right here beside you. "I... can't remember." Your voice didn't sound convincing at all, and Pedro's raised eyebrow told you that he wasn't convinced either. "You're pretty shaken up sweetheart. You can tell me." "It's just a blur now." You choke out, wrapping an arm around his broad, tanned chest and leaning into his shoulder. "Okay," Pedro replied, still sounding unsure. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you snuggle into his neck as you both lay back down. You wrap your arm and legs around him like a baby koala, desperate for some comfort and reassurance that he indeed hasn't left you. "I've got you," he whispered, while holding you firmly and stroking your hair. "Let's go back to sleep."

*****

The sunlight spills in as the curtains lazily blow due to the partially open window. Your eyelids are heavy from the lack of sleep. Groaning you turn to the bedside table to check the time. 11:30am. "Shit," you mumble while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You never sleep this late. You throw the quilt off and sit up slowly, the nausea returning as you do. Downstairs you can hear Pedro in the kitchen. "Okay, let's get this over with," you sigh, knowing you can no longer avoid the inevitable. As you approach the kitchen you stop and lean against the door frame with your arms crossed. Pedro's back is to you and you take the opportunity to just watch him, appreciate him and contemplate just how much you love him. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you just absorb the mere presence of him. But as soon as the smile appears it evaporates as the nausea increases momentarily, pulling you back to the here and now, reminding you of what you must do. In a few minutes everything will drastically change for the both of you.

Images from last night's dream flash before you, making your heart race slightly and your palms sweaty. A part of you knows deep down that Pedro would never treat you so cruelly and walk out on you, but it would be a lie to say the dream didn't shake you and make you feel somewhat apprehensive at this moment. "Hey darling," Pedro smiles as he turns to see you idling in the doorway. "How long have you been standing there?" "Not long," you shrug with a wan smile. He set his coffee mug on the counter and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. In return you run your hands up his arms, gently holding onto his triceps. "How are you feeling?" He asks with a creased brow. "Okay." An obvious lie. "Why didn't you wake me?" "Figured you needed some extra time since you didn't sleep much last night. I felt you toss and turn all night long." Worry and unease laced his voice. A few moments of silence pass before you clear your throat. "Baby, can we talk?" "About what?" he enquires with trepidation. "Just come with me," you exhale softly as you lead him by his hand into the living room to sit next to you on the settee.

With a deep breath you turn to face him, and feel your heartbeat quicken while twitching your fingers in your lap. A nervous habit of your that Pedro knows all to well. He places his soft palm over your fumbling hands to calm you. "You're making me nervous Y/N. Please just tell me what's wrong," he all but begs you. "I uh... I don't know how else to say this so I'll just say it..... I'm pregnant." Shock adorns Pedro's features as his hand slips off of yours. The cold feeling of emptiness where his warm hand had just been resting caused your breath to catch in your chest. You couldn't hold his gaze any longer and dropped your head, anxiety threatening to consume you. You wait with a sense of dread for his possibly angry or fearful reaction but are caught off guard when he delicately takes both of your hands in his, causing you to look up at him in anticipation. "Are you sure?" He whispers, his voice shaking slightly. "Yes," you nod. "I took four tests...all positive. I'm so sorry...." You began to ramble, "I didn't mean for this to happen. I don't know how it did. I know you never wanted-" "Hey, hey shhhh.... take a breath." Pedro cooed as he pulled you into his chest, cupping the back of your head with one hand and smoothing up and down your back with the other.

You begin to weep desperately as the past weeks' tension and worry finally break through the mental and emotional dam you had built within. "I'm sorry," you wail into his shoulder, chest shuddering as you try to regain some semblance of self control. Pedro cradles both of your cheeks in his hands and pulls you upright to look into your weary eyes. "Why are you apologising? Last time I checked it takes two to make a baby. You are no more responsible for this than I am, so please stop saying you're sorry." Your breaths become less laboured as his thumbs smooth small circles over your cheeks, the action soothing and reassuring. "It's just.... I know you never wanted kids..." You begin in a slightly exhausted tone. "I just don't know what else to say except.... I'm sorry." Pedro takes a a deep breath. "It's true I've never seen myself becoming a dad, and I never would have purposely had a baby," you look down and nod in understanding, feeling guilty for putting him in this situation. "But..." He tilt's your chin up to make eye contact with you again. "If it was going to happen, I'd only want it to happen with you."

The sincerity of his words took you by surprise. "Really?" You ask astonished. "Really." he assures you. "Is this why you've been acting so strange and been so sick lately?" You gulp and nod once. "How long have you known?" "A couple of weeks," you confess quietly. "And you kept it to yourself all this time?" It was more of a statement than a question. "You should have told me straight away. You never should have had to go through this alone," Pedro said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I was scared" You admit somewhat timidly. "I was scared of what this would mean for us. I was scared because I want to keep it." Pedro smiled softly. "You know I'll support you no matter what, right?" "I know." A relieved smile made it way onto your face. "Was what happened last night anything to do with this?" Pedro questioned while reaching for your hand. "Yeah, but it doesn't matter now." You try to shrug the question off. "Tell me. I wanna know." "You.... you got angry," you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "You blamed me, told me I'd have to do this alone and... you left."

Pedro's shoulders slumped as you finished speaking. "You didn't think I'd actually do something like that, did you?" The hurt in his voice was clear and it broke your heart. "No! no of course not," you cut in quickly. It wasn't a lie. You know what kind of man Pedro is and that he'd never hurt you like that. "I guess it was just all the stress and worry coming out in that dream. I know you and I know you love me. I know you'd never do anything like that." His face visibly relaxed hearing you confirm what he already knew to be true. "I do love you, baby. I know this is a huge change but we'll make it work. I promise." "I just don't want you to ever resent me or feel trapped-" "Shhhh..." he gently interrupted. "I could never feel that way, okay?" His voice left no room for any doubt. "I love you so much," you exclaimed, eyes beginning to fill again, but this time from relief and happiness. "I love you too, darling," Pedro whispered as he pressed his lips to yours. After several seconds he pulls away to look down at your belly, noticing the tiny bump through your pyjama top for the first time. "Can I?" He asks almost shyly. "You don't ever need to ask," you laugh with adoration. You take his hand and gently place it over the swell of your belly, watching as his eyes widen in amazement. "Wow!" He breathes out in awe. You both look at each other, eyes conveying the love you have for one another and now for this little one. The stress that had plagued you for the past two weeks began to dissipate like fog being burned away by the sun. The uncertainty of such a life altering future hung in the air but you know that together you can both handle whatever that future brings.

Oh Mama A Continuation

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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james potter + hold on by chord overstreet

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble

james + chord overstreet's hold on (come back, I still need you; let me take your hand, I'll make it right; I swear to love you all my life)

content warning: fay asked for this now we're all gonna suffer. suicide / character death (reader). do not read if depression, anxiety, mental illness, grief and these sorts of themes trigger you.

you called him, you called him. he kept thinking about that as you were taken to the ambulance, why, why did you call? why if he wouldn't be able to stop you. why? did you want him to come? was he supposed to come faster? did you set him up to fail? did you want him to come at all?

he knew, he knew, he knew he wasn't being fair. he knew those weren't the questions to ask. but you haven't called in months, maybe closer to two years now, what if he wasn't living around anymore?

what if he had gone back to his folks' town?

what if he wasn't home when you called his home phone?

did you even want him to come? were you asking to be saved? were you saying goodbye? he tried not to sob when he was instructed to call your family and meet them at the hospital.

you're not related, you can't come with her.

you're not related, he was just your ex from years ago. he couldn't make decisions for you if needed. he couldn't even keep his hands on your cold cold ones on the ride there, he was forced to shove down his sobs to be able to drive and not cause an accident due to his blurry sight.

you asked him how he was, your voice weak. he was so confused but happy nonetheless, he had missed your voice didn't matter how high or low you spoke. he told you about his new job, his new glasses, his new apartment. but you avoided his questions any time he tried to know more about how your life was.

i just want to hear your voice, jamie, please keep talking. it was such an odd request to have, but he didn't mind, he missed you so much, his best friend, his first love. so he kept talking, he told you about his week, and peter's new girlfriend, and remus' phd, how sirius had gone viral with one of his songs. he only stopped when he thought you were asleep, complete silence coming from your end of the line.

he heard a noise, your phone dropping. a shiver went through his back, he called for you, hoping you would wake up and pick it up, apologize for falling asleep.

you didn't. he had to call the ambulance on the way there. even so he got to your apartment first, he had to break through so many doors to get to you his arm and shoulder were sore, you were stomach down on your bed, arm hanging out of it, phone far on the floor.

cold. barely breathing.

he did cpr to the best of his abilities, his hands were shaking, his own lungs seemed like they were about to give it up as the tears took his eyes, his cheeks, his neck. his own voice breaking, begging you to wake up. telling you to not leave him.

the rescue came in seconds later, finishing the medical predicament and taking you with them.

he shouldn't have left. when you told him you wouldn't be able to keep a long distance relationship for an year so he could go to barcelona, he should've stayed. he should've looked for you when he came back. he knew of your issues, he had his own, you took care of each other. made sure all meds were taken, all doctor's appointments were scheduled.

james wasn't that arrogant, he knew you wouldn't do something like that because of him. he knew he wasn't the reason. still the guilt made him so sick to his stomach he had to stop his car on the side of a road to throw up what he had for dinner earlier. he called your parents before getting back to his car, trying to keep calm not to freak them out even more.

i found her in her bed, she was still breathing, she's going to the hospital. she's gonna be fine.

he arrived just in time to see you being pulled out of the ambulance, so many wires plugged into, a mask attached to your face. he took your hand with his, following the paramedics as they went to some room he wasn't sure for, he left a kiss to your forehead and shivered at how cold it felt on his lips. "i still love you, please, don't—i need you alive and well, don't give up, please." james could feel the stares from the staff, pity. sadness. he tried to ignore it as he plopped down to the floor when he couldn't follow anymore. his head hitting the wall softly as the memories of you washed him over.

you taught him what a panic attack was, and how to deal with his. you were the one to recommend the psychiatrist he was seeing now. you taught him coping mechanisms for anxiety while he was too stubborn to look for therapy himself.

you saved him from himself, from his own thoughts, so so so many times. not only that, but you gave him reason, purpose, calmness. he would remember your smile even in spain, he would wonder what you were doing, and the thought of you happy and free made any uneasiness he felt there, while he was alone and lonely, disappear. he remembered coming back to england, he had so many little trinkets he had bought especially for you on his baggage, and he was going to look for you but you seemed so happy on your socials.

good bloody one, james, trust the social media. he sighed, another hit of the back of his head to the wall. trusting your happy posting as if he didn't live with you enough time to know you always did it, it kept your parents safe from worrying too much. he knew it, he knew it, he knew it, why didn't he look for you before?

your parents ask him if you were dating again, james answers "not yet." completely hopeful this could might as well be some fucked up plan from fate to reunite you two. that you would be out of all of those wires, that mask, in just a few hours. and he would cry and hug you and tell you to never scare him again like that. he would take your hand, now warm, and reach to his heart so you could feel how he still felt for you.

that hope came crashing down when he came back from the cafeteria, coffees on both his hands for your parents.

your parents who were talking to a doctor. his vision blurred again with the awful yell he heard from your mum. both cups straight to the floor as he approached the doctor for explanation.

you're wrong. she's alive. you're wrong.

his knees felt weak and he dropped to the floor of the hospital once again that night. sobbing as he hugged himself wishing you were being embraced by him.

wishing you would be waiting for him when he got home, snacking something so so so unhealthy while drinking diet coke.

but you wouldn't. never again.

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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rockstar eddie x famous reader with

‘im gunna marry you one day’

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It had been a while since Star magazine had broken its story that the two of you had been spotted holding hands. America's sweetheart and the terrifying leather-clad front man of the most popular metal band in the world.

It had been a while since the tabloids and gossip rags had taken bets on how long the so called "fling" would last; saying everything from the relationship being a revenge plot against your mother, to Eddie making a deal with the devil to get you to fall in love with him. They saw something between you two that they didn't understand and tried to make sense of it. None of it was true, not really.

In reality, you'd met Eddie at a party at some famous person's house in the Hollywood Hills. You'd heard rumours about him, that he was a playboy, a womanizer, and some part of you was attempting to break out of your "innocent" shell by associating with him, but once you'd actually spoken to Eddie that had all changed.

He asked if you wanted to go somewhere, and when you agreed he'd took you to the lookout on Mulholland Drive. There were no ulterior motives behind it, he just wanted to show you the view, maybe smoke a little and talk. You ended up staying together for hours, watching the sun come up over the city skyline. Eddie wanted to get to know the real you, not the you that was plastered billboards advertising jeans or the you that the world thought they knew. But the you beneath the surface.

The more you and Eddie got to know each other, the more you fell in love. Eddie was different from anyone you'd dated before. For one thing, you'd chosen him yourself, instead of having your mother strategically pick him out for you. It wasn’t without it’s ups and downs, though. You had your own issues of insecurity and trust; mostly stemming from problems with your mother and past relationships where your exes had used you for your fame. Eddie tried his best to be make you feel safe and loved, something you were slowly starting to accept; underneath his rough leather exterior, Eddie was a big softie, something he trusted you wouldn't tell the world.

Eddie was absolutely enamoured by you. He couldn't believe that Hollywood's princess slept in his bed almost every night, or that her toothbrush was next to his in the bathroom cabinet, or that half his closet was filled with her things. He pinched himself every morning when he woke up to see your head on the pillow next to him, wondering how on earth he'd gotten so lucky. Eddie didn't like to admit it, but he was a little insecure too. He was constantly questioning why you'd chosen to be with him, he hadn't grown up in this life like you. He was just some poor kid from Indiana who'd struck gold and been thrust into the limelight. You were a modern day goddess who deserved much more than he could ever give you, but he would try everyday to be worthy of you.

He'd never believed in soulmates until he'd met you. From the moment you'd snuck away from the party to the lookout at Mulholland he knew you were special. You made him feel whole, which was weird because he'd never felt empty before. He wondered if he'd just gotten so used to the feeling he hadn't realised something wasn't quite right until you'd given him the part that was missing.

Eddie had always thought that the moment he knew he was a goner was going to be big. That they'd be fireworks and grand love declarations. He didn't think that the moment he knew he wanted to spend his life with you would be come when he was making dinner, especially not with Jim Croce playing in the background.

Eddie was tipping a box of pasta into a pot of boiling water on the stove when his hand got splashed. He jumped back, swearing in pain.

You looked up from your magazine, eyes wide, "what happened?"

"I got splashed."

You rushed over, turning on the tap and pulling his hand under the cold water. "Things happen, babe." After a few minutes you turned off the tap and kissed his hand. "Sit down, I'll finish dinner."

"I'm fine, baby, I promise."

You pouted, "can I at least help? I'll grate some cheese." You pecked his lips, heading to the fridge. "'Cause every time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong, so I'll have to say I love you in a song," you sang along with the song.

Eddie smiled, watching you grab a block of parmesan from the shelf, "I'm gonna marry you one day."

You were still humming along to the song, "what'd you say?"

"I said I love you," he grinned, kissing your cheek before going back to the stove.

- This kinda turned into a character study, so sorry if that's not your jam. My characters always end up with too much baggage and lore. I've got a few more rockstar!eddie drabbles in the works and then I'm going to do a series! Sorry in advance, famous!reader, your backstory is a little tragic... but as we say on this blog... only fluffy endings!

#waratah-moon's birthday 2023 #rockstar!eddie #famous!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #maggie writes

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 year

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Oooh a drabble or oneshot inspired by the song where you belong by The weeknd, with lloyd hansen. Theme: Jealousy....what do ya think?

I loved writing this. Thank you. Sorry it's taken so long, my life seems to have gotten rather busy lately. Hope you enjoy x

Where You Belong... Lloyd Hansen x reader - sequel to Better Believe It

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, oral (f-receiving), fingering, hand job, sucking on titties, manhandling, public sex? Sex on a desk, unprotected sex (wrap it), use of daddy, nicknames (baby girl, baby boy, baby, sunshine, angel), slight angst, jealous!Lloyd, appearance by Jake Jensen, guns

I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body

You see the scars painted over my skin

I'm always numb to the topic of loving

I fell in love with the subject of sin, oh

I don't have to remind you, oh, oh

It's my need to confine you, oh, oh

I see your face every time I'm with somebody else

Can't you see that I want you?

I don't have to remind you, oh, oh

Oh, whoa-ooh, woah, oh

Where you belong

Lloyd was pouting. And the longer he sat in his car outside of your computer repair store watching you through the window as some nerdy-looking fucker flirted with you, he pouted even more. Lloyd never pouted, unless he wasn't getting his own way, and then he pouted like a little boy being told no. And right now all he wanted to do was march right up to you and fuck you over the counter that you were leaning on, in front of the nerd and claim you as his. But you weren't his. You had been a way to pass the time and a way to take his frustration out, but that had ended months ago. Well, two months, a week and four days ago, not that he had been keeping track since you left him. Two whole weeks of devouring your cunt whenever he pleased, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you provided to be the best way to keep his mind from exploding as he tried to complete his mission.

"So... You wanna stick around for a while, angel?" Lloyd asked and pressed a kiss just behind your ear. His moustache tickling your sensitive skin.

You gave a tired hum. "Depends. You gonna fuck me like that if I do?"

Lloyd chuckled and pushed himself up so he was over you. "Oh, sunshine," He said with a shit-eating grin. "You better believe I'm gonna fuck you silly."

A smirk curled at your lips as you wrapped one arm around his broad shoulders and wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard cock making him moan. "Then I'm all yours." You pressed your lips against his as you gave his cock a soft squeeze around the shaft.

Lloyd began humping your hand as your tongues fought for dominance. He reached up with his left hand and wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a squeeze making you moan and pause momentarily, allowing Lloyd to take control.

He pulled back with a smirk. "I'm going to fucking ruin you, Sunshine."

It had been you to ruin him. Usually, women never got under his skin, but you had bewitched him from the moment you met. You were perfect.

"I need to go home, Lloyd... Jake, called... something about a bug on a corporate company's software and he needs my help. I'm sorry."

At first, when you informed him you had to return home, he was more disappointed than heartbroken. He'd be losing the best pussy he's ever had, but he had always known eventually it was going to happen. You and he were just some 'vacation' fun, nothing more. But as those two months, one week and four days began to pass, he realised that it may have been just more than 'vacation' fun for him and he was missing you more than he first thought he might. That's when he decided to go out and find someone else to fuck, but he found it was only your face he wanted to see in the midst of pleasure. It was your moans and touches he was craving not that of a stranger.

Lloyd's nostrils flared and his hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he watched you wrap your arms around the guy's neck and kiss his cheek before wandering off out of sight. Lloyd glared at the guy as he watch you walk away with a smirk. Lloyd let out a heavy breath through his nostrils as he opened the door and got out, slamming it shut behind him. His hands balled up into fists as he marched across the street towards your store.

The sound of the door being kicked open in the other room startled you from your work. You raised your head and peered over your shoulder towards the black curtain that separated the back room and the front of the store from each other as you listened to the commotion out front. It sounded like Jake was arguing with someone.

You stood up and walked towards the curtain, only to jump back with a gasp as it was thrown open. Your eyes widened in surprise, "Lloyd?"

Lloyd smirked at you. He closed the gap between you, crashing his mouth against yours as he pulled you into his body. You could faintly hear Jake talking but you were preoccupied with Lloyd's tongue in your mouth and his hard cock pressing against your thigh to care. Your arms wound around Lloyd's neck as you moaned into Lloud's mouth, and waved Jake away. You let Lloyd guide you backwards until you were pressed against your desk and his firm body.

He pulled back from you with a grunt and turned to face Jake as he pulled a gun out of his jacket and pointed it at him. "I've told you once, get the fuck out, kid." He growled. You shivered at his tone feeling yourself get hot and bothered.

Jake's mouth fell open in shock before he looked at you with a frown. "Y/n, tell your pornstar to stop being mean to me."

Lloyd gritted his teeth as he moved towards Jake.

"Jake..." You sighed as you pulled on Lloyd's shoulder to stop him from moving away from you. "Go home." You smirked at Jake before looking up at the man in front of you. "Lloyd, unless you're going to fuck me with it," You put your hand over the top of his gun and pushed it down. "Put that thing away." Jake scoffed in disgust as he turned away from the pair of you and closed the curtain behind him.

"You'd love for me to do that, wouldn't you, Sunshine," Lloyd smirked down at you as he dropped the gun onto your desk before crashing his lips against yours.

You moaned into his mouth as you threaded your fingers through his short hair, tugging firmly as he firmly grabbed your backside in his large hands. He lifted you and placed you on top of your desk, standing between your legs as you spread them for him.

Lloyd pulled back from you panting as he pushed your summer dress up your thighs. "Fuck. Can smell her." He ripped your panties down your thighs and threw them over his shoulder.

"She's missed you." You moaned as he ran his knuckles through your already wet folds.

"I hope she as." Lloyd hummed as he looked up into your eyes and pinched your chin between the fingers of his other hand. "What about you, Sunshine? You miss me?" He asked as lightly pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.

You nodded with a soft sigh as Lloyd moved his lips across your skin. "More than you could know." You whispered and began unbuckling his belt. "Now fuck me, Lloyd." You leant back on your desk with your legs spread wide for him. You played with your sensitive clit as you watched him palm his hard cock through his pants.

Lloyd smirked to himself. "I will, Sunshine, but let daddy get a taste. I've missed her sweetness." He licked his lips and dropped to his knees before you.

You let out a breathy moan as Lloyd pressed his mouth against your cunt and began devouring you.

"Fuck. So. Good. Baby." Lloyd groaned against you. "FUCK!" Lloyd pressed his face against your cunt with a moan, his mustache rubbing against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.

"Fuck, baby." Your head fell back with a deep moan as you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged making Lloyd groan against you.

Lloyd pulled back from you and shoved three of his thick fingers inside your quivering pussy and pressed his thumb against your clit. "Cum!" Lloyd ordered.

You cried out as you came around his fingers. Fuck, you'd missed how quick he could make you cum.

As Lloyd stood up between your spread legs, his face glistening in your juices and made quick work of his pants, pushing them and briefs down his thighs until his cock could spring free. He spat into his hand before wrapping it around his cock and gave himself a couple of strokes.

Lloyd hooked his arm under your knee and pulled you closer to the edge of your desk. He took a hold of his cock and ran the head through your folds making your breath catch in your throat as the tip nudged your clit.

With a deep moan Lloyd pushed his bulbous head inside your warm wet hole making your eyes roll back with a moan. Lloyd bent down and stuck his tongue into your already open and willing mouth.

You both moaned into each other's mouths as Lloyd's thick cock split you open and he bottomed out.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as Lloyd began to move his hips back and forth. "Fuck." You moaned.

Lloyd shoved his face against your shoulder with a groan as you squeezed his cock. "FUCK!... Missed... you... beautiful," He pulled down the strap of your dress so your breast was free and fondled it as he moved his hips at a punishing pace. "Mine... No one... Else's..."

You moaned out as Lloyd ran his tongue over your left nipple before he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck on it. You tangled your fingers in his hair and you arched your back as Lloyd bit your nipple. "Oh, God, Lloyd," You cried out.

Lloyd pulled back with a pop and crashed his lips against yours as he fucked you harder.

He pulled back with a heavy breath. "Fuck!" Lloyd bit his bottom lip as he watched himself slip in and out of your wet pussy. "Oh, fuck," His head fell back with a groan as he moved harder and faster.

He slipped his hand between you and began circling your clit with his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut as you grew closer and closer to your release, switching between muttering praises and begging. Fuck, you'd missed Lloyd.

"C'mon, angel, cum for me... Need it... Please." Lloyd panted as he held your gaze.

You shook your head, "I want... Your-"

Lloyd chuckled as he pressed a short kiss to your lips. "Don't worry, Sunshine," He reached up with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around your throat as he moved his other fingers against your clit harsher. "I'm right behind ya'." He hammered harder into as he squeezed your throat making your eyes roll back.

You let out a an almost silent scream as your orgasm hit. You pulled on Lloyd's hair making him groan in pleasure and let go of your throat as you crashed your lips against his in a heated kiss as Lloyd's movements stilled as he came.

You pulled back from him and rested your forehead against his as you both caught your breath, still holding on to each other's body.

"I'm glad you're not dead, Lloyd." You whispered, gently pushing him back from you as you untangled yourself.

Lloyd chuckled, "Aww, were you worried about me, Sunshine?" He smirked at you as he tucked himself away. "I told you before there's no need."

You rolled your eyes as you hopped off the desk and took your panties from him. "Don't tease, Lloyd. It's not cute." You bent over and pulled your panties on.

Lloyd laughed again, "Don't pout because you missed me, Sunshine."

You laughed as you stood up and looked at him. "You missed me too, or you wouldn't be here, Lloyd." You folded your arms across your chest with a pout.

Lloyd frowned, "I missed your pussy, there's a difference." He folded his arms as he stared at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Bullshit!" You huffed as your cell started going off beside you in your desk. You picked it up with a frown, "What is it, Jake-" You gasped in surprise as Lloyd ripped the phone out of your hand and threw it against the wall making it smash. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" You smacked arm angrily.

"We were having a conversation, you don't just answer your cel-"

"IT WAS WORK!" You shouted. "Have you forgotten how many times you did that?"

"Oh, please. You told that little twerp to go home. He knew what we were doing. There's only one reason why he's calling." Lloyd glared at you.

Your mouth hung open for a moment before you began smiling at him. Any time Jake texted or called you whilst you were having your 'vacation' fun, Lloyd got pissy and would fuck you even harder, claiming it was because of 'work'. Now it made sense.

"You're jealous." You smiled at him.

"What?" Lloyd's brows furrowed as he scoffed. "Like fuck I am."

Your head fell back with laughter. "Oh, my god, you're jealous of, Jake." You said teasingly making Lloyd huff.

"I am not jealous of that little fuck." He glared.

"Aww, baby boy," You cupped Lloyd's cheeks and mushed them together. "There's no reason for you to be jealous." You cooed making Lloyd push your hands away from him, only making you laugh even more.

Lloyd huffed as you continued to tease him. "Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you." He grunted and grabbed his gun from your desk.

"Aww, what's wrong Lloyd? Don't like hearing the truth?" You pouted at him before you let out a soft laugh. "Relax... I won't tell anyone you're really a big, soft, pussy whipped, little-"

You let out a startled gasp as Lloyd grabbed a hold of your throat and shoved you against the wall, forcing his gun in between your lips.

"I warned you." He snarled in your face.

You stared up at him with wide eyes as you pressed your thighs together.

Lloyd looked down and shook his head with a chuckle, "Just a whore for daddy, aren't you?" He asked.

You nodded the best you could with the gun still in your mouth.

Lloyd removed the gun and replaced it with his mouth, forcing his tongue in between your lips as he ground his hips against you, his hardening cock pressing between your legs and making you moan.

"Fahk," He panted against your mouth. "Need to get you home..."

You let out a soft moan as he trailed the tip of the gun up your thigh. "Promise you'll fuck me with it this time?" You asked.

Lloyd groaned, "Baby, I'll fuck you with anything you want." He kissed you again.

#lloyd hansen x reader smut #Lloyd Hansen #Lloyd Hansen x reader #Lloyd Hansen smut #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evans x reader smut #Lloyd Hansen request #Lloyd Hansen x reader smut request

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thezombieprostitute · 1 month

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Johnny Storm + realizing his feelings for you are real and strong because you’re the first person he’s ever missed while you’re apart 🥺

A/N: This is my first time writing for Johnny Storm so please let me know if I did okay!

"Johnny, what the hell?!" Sue's voice rang from the shared kitchen.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it" Johnny yelled from his room.

"You were the last person in the kitchen!"

"It still wasn't me!"

Sue storms to Johnny's room to find him in his bed, hugging a sweater you'd left behind a few visits ago. "You're really gonna lay there and try to convince me that you, the last person in the kitchen, after I cleaned it this morning, are not responsible for the half-assed attempt at baking I just walked in on?"

"Well excuse me for trying to do something nice for everyone," Johnny whines.

"What's gotten into you, Johnny? I swear I've never seen you like this."

From further down the hall they hear Ben, "lover boy just misses his girl is all."

"No, I don't," Johnny shouts back at him.

Ben snickers, "I can't see you but I know you're cuddling up with her shirt, ain't you?"

Johnny throws your sweater to the side before pouting, "NO!" Sue smiles fondly as Ben breaks out into a laugh.

At that moment the front door opens, "I'm home!" Richard calls out. Sue turns to greet him but is distracted by Johnny shoving her to the side to run to the door.

"Wait, where's Y/N," Johnny asks. "She was supposed to come back with you."

"Yeah," Reed confirmed. "She wanted to go home and get some rest."

"But..." Johnny can't think straight.

Reed continues, "I asked her if she wanted to come over but she told me, the last time you two went out, you said you wanted some space." Reed shrugs, "I guess she's just giving you what you want."

Johnny starts pouting and angrily grabs the keys to his motorcycle before storming out of the apartment.

Your apartment feels cold and quiet as you enter. You miss Johnny but you don't want to bother him, especially after he said he was feeling a little "smothered". You flinch at the memory.

"Ugh, one thing at a time," you tell yourself as you start putting your things away. It was a long trip and you feel exhausted. Maybe a shower and some sleep will cure your ills.

A shower certainly does help but you still find yourself feeling lonely. Maybe Johnny was on to something. Maybe you do spend too much time with him and not enough alone. You put on some pajamas, order delivery from your favorite pizza place, and settle in on the couch for some alone time.

Too soon to be the pizza, you hear an insistent knock at the door. Confused you head over and look through the peephole. It's Johnny! As soon as the door is open he's pulling you into a deep kiss, complete with a warm hug.

"I'm so sorry," he says when he pulls away. "I'm so sorry I said I need space. I don't need space, I need my head examined. I missed you so much. So much more than I've ever missed anyone. I'm sorry I tried to push you away."

You gently rub his cheek while giving him some reassuring coos. Neither of you realized the door was still open until the pizza arrived. The two of you settled on the couch to eat. You thought to sit on the opposite side but Johnny pulled you close, until you were practically sitting on his lap.

"I need you to know," he whispers after finishing a slice, "why I said what I said." You turn to face him, making sure he knows he has your attention. "I've...I've never been one for things like long-term relationships. No one who knows me thinks I'm even capable of anything more than just...casual hookups or convenience relationships, like you and I have."

You nod your understanding and he continues, "I was trying to keep that reputation when I told you we were spending too much time together. But this last week, without you being around at all? Fuck, I, I have to admit, I'm in love with you."

His confession leaves you wide-eyed, "you really mean that?"

"Yes," he replies with a look you've dubbed his "serious face".

"I accept your apology, and your confession," you hum. "But you owe me."

"Name your price, Fire Lily," he breathes.

"You have to give me back the sweater your keep in your room."

Updating to make sure tags are included:

@alicedopey

#zombie asks #Shameless Hoe Fairy #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm fluff #johnny storm angst

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ningningsdream · 1 year

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secret santa | h.rj

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

genre: fluff, college!au, kind-of-enemies-to-lovers!au

word count: 3.4k

summary: secret santa was just an idea chenle had to make christmas a little more fun but renjun didn’t expect that kind of gift.

warning(s): nothing really, just renjun getting the wrong hints

a/n: inspired by that one victorious episode. didn't expect to post two long renjun fics one after the other but enjoy and merry christmas

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“let’s do a secret santa this year!”, the second youngest said, full of enthusiasm to his friends as they had gathered in his living room for one of their game night.

"why?", jeno asked from the couch.

"because yall are too broke to buy everyone a gift? come on, i'm sure it'll be more fun.", chenle replied.

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin and jisung, all looked at each other before shrugging and nodding. chenle was right. all of them being college student, they didn't really had enough money to even have a complete meal every other day except for chenle who came from a rich family. he came up with the idea to ease everyone's wallet.

"it's gonna be so stressful keeping who we got as a secret.", jisung said, rubbing his neck.

"it's gonna be fine.", chenle reassured, hitting the youngest's shoulder playfully.

chenle brought a small bowl with seven pieces of paper he prepared in advance, "pick again if you pick yourself.", chenle said.

they each took a paper out of the ball and secretly checked who they got. they all kept a poker face as if they were playing mafia so the others wouldn't guess who they got.

chenle smiled internally as he saw the name on his paper.

renjun.

getting renjun a gift was pretty easy. he was maybe even the easiest to find a gift for. he already had multiple options in mind.

ART SUPPLIES

"i swear i had a full pot of ink just a week ago! where did it go?", renjun said as he looked through the art furniture in his bedroom.

"did you left it in the uni's art room?", jaemin suggested but renjun shook his head.

"or in that art room you go to every week?", jeno suggested as well but renjun did the same thing, shaking his head with a frown.

"i swear i had it. someone must have stolen it.", renjun said, crossing his arms and squinting his eyes.

"yeah suuure, like last week with your colored pencils?", donghyuck said.

"or last month with your brand new sketch book?", chenle added.

"or in middle school, with your paint brushes?", jaemin added.

"that was different.", renjun stopped the train of remarks, pointing his finger at jaemin, "i'm sure she stole it."

"what now?", jisung asked, not aware of that story since they didn't know each other yet in middle school.

"in middle school, renjun lost his paint brushes the day they had a kind of competition in art class and allegedly he lost first place because of that and blame the girl who won.", jeno explained.

"because it was her! never got the chance to ask her nor the proof for it but i know it was her."

"that sounds crazy.", chenle said.

renjun rolled his eyes at the younger boy and kept looking for his pot.

"i'm sure you just forgot it somewhere dumb.", mark said.

2. PLACES FOR A CONTEMPORARY SHOW

"the silver swans are having a show? how did i miss that?!", renjun exclaimed, looking at his phone as the group sat around chenle's table for a monopoly game night.

"silver what?", jisung asked.

"silver swans. they do contemporary and ballet performances.", renjun replied, eyes glued to his phone as he was typing away.

"i didn't know you liked those kind of things.", chenle said.

"our renjunnie used to do ballet and contemporary dance in elementary school and middle school.", jaemin cooed.

"we don't talk about those times anymore.", renjun said in an almost warning tone.

"come on, it wasn't even that bad.", jeno rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatic behavior.

"it was!", renjun retorted.

"what happened?", mark asked.

"someone beat him out of first place.", donghyuk answered.

"it was not that simple! i was always at the top of the class, then she came in and stole it from me under three months!", renjun complained.

"she was just better than you. accept it.", jeno said.

"aaarrgh they're sold out!", renjun exclaimed, dropping his phone on the table and leaning back on his chair dramatically.

3. MOOMIN MERCH

"oh no. no. no. no. i lost it. i lost it.", renjun panicked as he looked at his backpack on the floor of jaemin's apartment.

the group decided to have a study session at jaemin's place for their upcoming exams and spent the whole night studying, each falling asleep one after the other. jeno left during the night saying he had to get some sleep for his morning shift the next day.

the next morning, renjun opened his eyes to realize that he fell asleep on jaemin's couch with his laptop on his thighs, screen turned off and hands still on the keyboard. jaemin offered him some coffee from the open kitchen but he declined, saying he'll go home to get some more sleep. while retrieving all his stuff, he noticed that something on his bag was missing. his most prized possession had disappeared.

"what happened? what was lost?", donghyuck shot up from his deep sleep.

"my moomin limited edition keychain from 2013."

donghyuck looked at renjun straight in the eyes with a straight face, "i woke up for that?"

"it's important to me!"

"it's probably lost forever. the probability of you finding it again is quite small. i'd say 15%.", chenle said, having woken up thanks to a panicked renjun.

"why are you talking like that?", renjun asked furrowing his eyebrows at the younger boy.

"he studied math last night.", donghyuck said before falling back asleep.

"i can't believe you still have it. didn't you hate the person that gave it to you?", jaemin said to renjun.

"yes, but it was limited edition. even if it was from someone who wanted to show off and rub in my face the fact that they went to a moomin factory."

jaemin rolled his eyes at the guy.

"i don't even know when i lost it. what if i lost it at uni? what if i lost it on the street? or worse, on the subway? what if some random kid is now in possession of a limited edition moomin keychain and they don't even know the value of it?", renjun started to ramble.

"what if you lost it in jeno's car when he drove you here?", jaemin suggested.

renjun looked at jaemin as if he just became the smartest guy on the planet. he quickly reached for his phone and searched for jeno in his contact.

"don't call him now, he's still working.", jaemin said but it was too late, renjun already hit the dial button. a few minutes later, he groaned and ended the call, as he got straight to jeno's voicemail, "told you.", jaemin said, earning a glare.

the two of them searched every corner of jaemin's apartment just in case it fell somewhere there but nothing. it was more to ease renjun's nerves than anything else. he knew that if his keychain wasn't in jeno's car, he would've lost it forever.

when renjun's phone vibrated in his pocket and he saw jeno's name lit up on his screen, he fumbled a little before picking up, "hello?"

"hey, renjun? why did you call?", jeno's voice echoed in his ear.

"did you find my moomin keychain in your car this morning?"

"your moomin keychain?"

hearing the way jeno repeated his words, renjun almost instantly saw the chances of finding his precious moomin keychain decrease.

"aaaaah so that's what i found in my car this morning? i'll bring it to you."

a weight lifted from renjun's heart at jeno's words. he sighed in relief and thanked his friend over a hundred times.

"come on, renjun. your turn.", chenle said, handing him his gift. the group had all gathered in a coffee shop the last day of class to exchange their gift before they all go back home for the holidays. each secret santa gave their gift to the person they got and only renjun was left.

chenle handed him an envelop the size of a card.

"is that your credit card?", donghyuck joked, making everyone laugh.

"unlimited access to the zhong's wealth for 24 hours.", jeno titled.

"you wish."; chenle answered.

"renjun, the guy who was wealthy for zero second.", jisung added to the joke.

"come on, open it. i wanna know.", mark said to renjun.

renjun carefully opened the envelop that was handed to him earlier. he pulled a little card out, examining it. it looked like a business card but only had a phone number printed on it.

"what's that?", renjun asked, looking at chenle. the younger one just shrugged with a smile, making renjun sighed, "always gotta be extra."

renjun took his phone to send a message to the number.

hello, this is renjun.

he was surprised when the person responded almost immediately.

does this mean i can come in then?

the text confused him as he furrowed his eyebrows. his attention was brought to the entrance of the coffee shop when he heard the bell above it ring, signaling someone's entrance.

you looked around the coffee shop in search of a certain group of boys. you smiled when you spotted them, recognizing renjun from a mile away as you walked towards them. you were wearing a big puffer coat that went passed your knees, a beanie and a huge scarf that hid half of your face.

"merry christmas!", chenle almost shouted as he slapped a bow on your forehead.

"yah! i told you to not do that.", you complained, whining a bit as you removed the bow.

the group stared at you in awe as you removed your scarf, beanie and coat and argued with chenle at the same time. your cheeks were still flushed from the cold but it made you even prettier. you fixed your hair by running your hands through it as the rest all just gaped at you, speechless.

"what?", you asked, noticing how quiet everyone had gotten since you arrived except for chenle.

"you got me...an escort?", renjun asked chenle, confused.

chenle just looked at you before falling to the ground, laughing, thankfully most of the people had left by now and you were all in a pretty isolated area of the coffee shop.

"do i look like an escort?", you asked.

"you look pretty enough to be one.", he answered.

you didn't know what to say or how you should feel about it. should you be offended or not?

"you really don't recognize me?", you asked. you knew you changed quite a bit but you still recognize yourself in old pictures.

renjun shook his head as he looked at you, "should i?"

"i guess i changed more than i thought. it's me, y/l/n y/n."

renjun's eyes had never gotten that wide.

"no way!", jaemin exclaimed.

"y/n? is it really you?", jeno asked and you nodded in response with a smile.

"how did chenle find you?", donghyuck asked.

"through instagram. he slid in my dms asking the weirdest question."

you remembered when you got the notification.

are you the girl renjun obsessively hate?

until then, you hadn't heard renjun's name in a while. you both went to the same elementary school and middle school, parting ways in high school as you went to a school specialized in performing arts.

chenle convinced you somehow to 'be renjun's gift'. well, the money he gave you did play a part in you accepting but you were also curious about renjun, being nostalgic about the old days.

"i figured that since you've been talking about her so much and have so many things you couldn't tell her back then, i'd get you your chance so here it is.", chenle grabbed his things and motionned to the others to follow him.

they all left after some goodbyes, leaving renjun and you alone.

"i'm gonna get something to drink, do you want something?", you asked.

"nah, i still got some left.", he replied, showing you his cup.

renjun watched you walk over to the counter with your wallet and order your drink. you looked really pretty. he remembered finding you cute back then as well but his opinion was then clouded by your actions and any thought of finding you cute disappeared.

"so, how have you been?", you asked, sitting opposite him.

"mmh, good, you? you transferred somewhere else in high school, right?"

"yeah, i went to a performing art high school."

"really?", renjun was shocked not because he thought you were bad or anything, he just didn't think it was something serious for you.

"yeah. i studied contemporary dance mostly."

"oh wow.", he started to be embarrassed of how he thought you were just taking dance classes to annoy him, "are you in college right now?"

"no, actually. i'm apart of the silver swans' new generation.", you smiled, proud of your newest accomplishment.

"the silver swans? really? they're my favorite troop."

"oh really? what a coincidence! i have something for you.", you looked through your bag and took out an envelop. renjun opened it and inside were two tickets for the upcoming silver swans' show that renjun couldn't get a few months earlier.

"what? how-? i tried to get some but all the seats were sold out."

"some tickets are usually reserved for family members of the troop. we just ask for them if we need some. luckily, there was two left. for you and your girlfriend...or whatever.", you were afraid of being to obvious on the last part but luckily, judging by his reaction he didn't picked up on it.

"oh, i don't have a girlfriend but thanks. i'll just bring one of the boys with me."

"i should be the one thanking you.", you said but seeing the confusion on renjun's face, you clarified, "it's actually thanks to you that i got into contemporary dance."

"oh. wow. i-", maybe he didn't have to be embarrassed after all, maybe he was right, "after all this time, i'm finally getting the confirmation that you did do everything to be my academic nemesis."

"ye- wait what?", you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, "so what chenle told me was true. you did hate me back then."

"hate is a strong word...but yeah, i hated you.", he almost laughed saying that out loud. he knew his 'hatred' for the girl was probably uncalled for most of the time.

"you...you know i had a crush on you, right?", you admitted, thinking he must have known. you were a pretty obvious child.

"huh?"

"did you really think i was in every extracurricular activities you did just to annoy you?"

"well...when you say it like that, it does sound dumb but...yeah...?"

"i-i was just trying to get your attention. i thought that if i did good in things you liked, you'd like me too.", you scratched the back of your neck in embarrassment, "guess it didn't work.", you shrugged with an awkward smile.

"i- you-", renjun stuttered. he thought back to every interaction you had and instead of thinking of you as his academic enemy, he only played the scenes back in his head with a neutral point of view.

"i thought it was pretty obvious, that's why i was pretty shocked when chenle told me you thought i had beef with you somehow. i mean, how could you think that?"

"i don't know! i guess i was just jealous of how you were so much better than me in all those things that were my things. i know it sounds dumb."

"it's alright. just come to our show and all will be forgiven.", you smiled.

renjun smiled back at you and suddenly remembered something related to you that was still with him to this day, "by the way, i still got the moomin keychain you gave me.", he said, grabbing his bag and showing you the keychain hanging from one of the zips.

"oh my god! i forgot about that one! you still got it? and you still believed i wanted to one you up?"

"i thought it was to taunt me!"

"i gave you a limited moomin keychain just to taunt you?"

"i- it sounds stupid now but back then i thought it was to show off the fact that you could go to that moomin event."

"i- i have to confess something...you were supposed to come with me. well, not like 'supposed to' but like i was going to ask you to come with me but one of my friends saw the tickets and were teasing assuming it was for you, which it was, so i got shy and said it was for one of them."

"woah.", renjun's eyes were once again wide open but they never really got back to their normal size since you came in the coffee shop, "i think little me would have ask you to marry him on the spot if you gave me that ticket.", he joked.

you laughed, knowing damn well that little you would've passed out.

"to be honest, i think having a crush on you, pivoted my life in a direction that i didn't know was possible. after getting into the things you liked, i got really passionate about dancing and even got into one of the top school in that area. i did hesitate to go since i was still pretty fond of you but i realized that even if i stayed we probably wouldn't have happened so i chose my future."

"and you've made the right choice. look at you now.", he smiled at you.

you two continued to catch up on your daily life. renjun told you about his major and college life as you told him how you got into the silver swans troop. renjun never thought that he'd talk with you like that. the conversation went on pretty smoothly with less and less awkwardness between the two of you. it only ended when one of the employee came to you and told you that they were going to close. you exchanged numbers before going separate ways.

you two hadn't realize how long you've been talking and you went home with butterflies in your stomach. you didn't know that seeing him again and talking to him was going to have this effect on you and renjun didn't know how he went from hating you to being fascinated by you in just a few hours.

the red curtains slowly came down as the audience clapped. the show just ended and renjun was amazed by you. you looked so gracious while performing, you definitely had gotten so much better since last time he saw you. you were so bright and his eyes were glued to you during the whole time you were on stage. mark, who he brought along, had to tell him to close his mouth or he was gonna drool.

some people in the audience along with the performers got together in a sort of reception room afterwards where the performers were getting gifts and flowers from fans etc...

you smiled as you saw renjun and mark walk towards you, "hey renjun and...?"

"mark. i'm a friend of renjun.", mark introduced himself with a smile.

"nice to meet you! how did you enjoy the show?", you asked.

"it was..."

"breathtaking.", renjun said, interrupting mark as he looked at you.

your cheeks burned a little at the compliment.

"oh, here. they are for you.", renjun said, handing you a bouquet of flowers.

you were surprised since usually, it was the main cast who got flowers and gifts. since you were apart of the new generation, people didn't really know you yet.

"thanks!", you smiled, taking the bouquet in your hands and smelling the flowers.

"y/n! come on, we gotta go!", one of your coworkers shouted at you from afar.

"coming!", you shouted back before turning to renjun and mark again, "i have to go but thank you for coming and for the flowers."

"thanks for inviting us.", renjun replied.

mark nudged renjun as you started walking away. the older guy nodded towards you while looking at renjun as the younger one hesitated. mark grabbed his shoulders and almost threw him towards you as renjun stumbled to stay on his feet, "y/n! wait!"

you stopped in your tracks and turned around to face renjun, "yes?"

"i- i was wondering if you were free some day to get something to eat or i don't know...", renjun said, shyly, not daring to look at you directly.

you stood there for a second, speechless. elementary school you, would've squealed on the spot and middle school you, would've fainted but adult you, was speechless. you couldn't believe that your childhood crush was really asking you out.

"you can say no. it's okay...", renjun added, hearing no response from you.

"no!", you quickly said, trying to stop the direction in which he was heading.

"no?", he repeated, kind of disappointed. he didn't expect you to say yes but he had hope. he hoped that maybe, the silly feelings you had for him back then would still be there, in you, somewhere.

"no, not no no. yes."

"yes?"

"yes. yes, i'd love to go eat something, anything, some day, any day.", you blabbered.

renjun's smile reappeared on his face as you smiled, "i'll text you.", he said.

you nodded before waving goodbye and running back to your coworkers with the stupidest grin on your face.

#huang renjun #renjun #huang renjun scenarios #huang renjun imagines #renjun scenarios #renjun imagines #nct dream #nct #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst

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"Matthew Boyd, I swear, if you utter one more pun--"

"You'll punt me off the roof?" Matt asked, grinning far too wide even as he lifted his strawberry shake and took a long drink through the straw. They were at the cafeteria closest to Fox Tower, grabbing lunch before they would head to the library to get some homework done before practice this afternoon.

"Yes! Wait." Dan blinked then groaned. "UGH! You are awful. Terrible. Not funny and not at all cute."

"Aww, babe you think I'm adorable."

Dan snorted. "I most certainly do not." Actually, she most certainly did - but she wasn't going to admit that now, not while Matt was being ridiculous with his puns. Someone thought it would be a GREAT idea to leave a daily pun calendar on his desk and he'd been fucking insufferable all week. Dan was tempted to blame Aaron first - because as Matt's roommate he had the best access - but something told her that Aaron wouldn't set himself up for that kind of torment.

Matt gave a forlorn sigh. "It's alright, you may shun me now but I've made it through addiction - I can make it through this."

Dan rolled her eyes. "Your struggles with addiction cannot be compared to my lack of appreciation for stupid puns."

"Maybe you're right," Matt said with a sigh, but he was smiling too much for Dan to feel anything other than suspicion. "My viagra addiction really was the hardest time in my life."

"..."

Dan stared. Matt grinned, laughing as he hurriedly dodged the chicken nugget she hurled at him across the table.

Unfortunately, the nugget continued flying and smacked right into the back of a very blond head the next table over in the cafeteria. Dan's eyes widened as Andrew turned around and locked eyes with her.

"Oh shit!" she hissed, ducking down.

Matt turned around and then quickly whipped back to face her when he saw who was behind them. "Dan!" he squeaked in alarm. "You're gonna get us killed!"

"Bold of you to assume I would interrupt my lunch for murder, Boyd," Andrew said, suddenly right by their table. Next to him, Neil was munching on a chicken nugget.

Matt jumped so suddenly that his knees hit the bottom of the table and he hurriedly had to steady his drink before it toppled over. "Fuck!! How do you guys do that?!"

"Do what?" asked Neil, sipping a shake that he definitely hadn't been holding five seconds ago. Neil made a face then passed it to Andrew, who accepted it and slurped loudly without looking away from Matt.

Frowning, Matt looked from the two diminutive menaces to the shake down to the table in front of him - where his own strawberry milkshake was missing. "Hey!" He whipped his head back up and reached out to take the shake back but Andrew was just out of reach.

One fine pale eyebrow rose in skeptical appraisal, Andrew apparently utterly unimpressed as he took another long suck through the straw.

Dan watched all this with wide eyes, but when Matt turned pleading puppy-dog eyes to her she snapped her mouth shut and smothered a grin with the back of her hand. Clearing her throat, she looked from Matt over to Neil and Andrew, ignoring how Neil had yet another chicken nugget that she knew he must've stolen from her even though she hadn't caught the actual theft. Instead, she focused on his slightly shorter counterpart. "Sorry about the nugget-assault, Andrew. Matt was just driving me up the wall with his puns."

"Puns?" Neil asked, now holding a little boat of fries - though Dan had no idea where those would have come from, as neither her nor Matt had grabbed any before they sat down.

"Yeah, someone left a daily pun calendar in Matt and Aaron's room, and Matt has been torturing me all day." She wrinkled her nose. "I thought it was Aaron at first, but..."

Andrew snorted. "Aaron hates puns."

Neil nodded his agreement. "He thinks they're "auditory poison"," he added, the hand not holding his boat of fries lifting to form air quotes.

Matt scoffed. "What?! No! Puns are great!" He paused, appearing to think for a moment. "Well, except for math puns." He made a face and reached across the table to snag one of Dan's chicken nuggets - but there was no way Dan was letting him take a single morsel of deliciousness while he was still standing firm on his pro-pun stance.

She slapped his hand out of the way and ignored the pout he turned on her at the denial. Instead, she looked back at Andrew and Neil. Andrew was still sipping on Matt's shake, and Neil... had a plate of stir-fry he was deftly picking at with a pair of chopsticks.

Dan just stared at them for a moment before she shook her head and just rolled with it, one sorta had to do that with Neil and Andrew sometimes. "Anyway," she said, then cleared her throat before saying, "that's why the chicken nuggets became projectiles." There was a four-heartbeat awkward silence, in which Andrew slurped up the last of the shake and deposited the empty cup on Matt's tray.

Then, without offering anything at all by way of an acknowledgement or farewell, Andrew turned and started walking toward the cafeteria exit.

Dan blinked, watching him go. When she looked at Neil, the stir-fry was gone and his hands were tucked into his own back pockets as he rocked back on his heels, watching Andrew walk away with a disgustingly fond look on his face. Before Dan could even think to comment, Neil caught her eye and flashed a small smirk. "Don't worry, he forgives you." Then he, too, started to walk away.

Except, when he got about five paces away he called over his shoulder, "And not all math puns are bad. Sum of them are pretty good."

It took a moment for that to sink in, then she sank down into her chair with a groan, burying her face in her hands as she tuned out Matt's triumphant "HA!".

This fucking team would be the death of her.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #dan wilds #matt boyd #wholesome foxes #my writing

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kindestofkings · 6 months

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when i meet the band they ask, "do you have a man?" i can still say, "i don't remember"

matty healy x reader

face claim: amelia dimoldenberg

childhood friends, reader and matty healy have been the ultimate power couple, with his success with the 1975 and her increasingly popular online series. unfortunately, things don't always stay perfect forever...

authors note: this took me FOREVER but she's my baby and I hope you enjoy!! Absolutely no hate to gabrietta shes seems really cool, but i needed the drama lol

yourusername and chickenshopdate

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chickenshopdate when will they get it!! my quest for love is still ongoing. TWO more dates lined up for this season, lets hope I don't get ghosted xx

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yourusername mwhahah you guys are gonna love them!!

1975fan1 oh my god please please have matty on we've been so patient 1975fan2 fr i need to see more of my parasocial parents yourusername dont think I know a matty ?? is he the one who sings about chocolate?

trumanblack well fit xx

yourusername stranger danger !! 1975fan2 hahah you'd swear they haven't been dating for like 5 years 1975fan3 AND friends for like 7 years before that

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chickenshopdate No crashing here, just crushing. 😏 My date with @charli_xcx is out on Friday!💕

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fan1 holy shit this is my roman empire

yourusername watch out @bedfordanes75 imma bout to steal your girl xxx

bedfordanes75 two can play at that game hun xx charli_xcx guys please theres enough of me to go around trumanblack and me yourusername @trumanblack sorry who brought you into the conversation?? trumanblack love it when you're mean to me x rass75 AH my eyes

1975fan1 damn they're both so hot, i fear the boys of the 1975 have rizz...

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yourusername sadly Miss XCX wasn't the one for me, or i wasn't the one for her whatever blahblahblah

im giving love one last try next week before i give up and let my mum set me up!

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1975fan1 omg matty liked this post maybe he's the last date?

1975fan2 me when im delusional xx 1975fan3 you do know they're going out years? he likes all her posts babe x

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chickenshopdate it's the one you've all been waiting for.. my date with @trumanblack @the1975 is out THIS Friday!

keep the hopes low guys he can't be funny in his first language let alone a foreign one xx

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1975fan1 OH MY GOD i was right this is everything

rass75 you picked the wrong band member love

yourusername if you weren't too busy being cool and mysterious, it could've been us falling in love over chicken nuggets xx trumanblack oi rass75 back off

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yourusername just broke the internet so i think i'm good to hardlaunch my current placeholder @trumanblack x

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trumanblack babe you look so cool

yourusername BAHAHA did you quote your own lyrics to me?? thats an ick I might have to rethink this placeholder thing, rass75 are you free? trumanblack stop tryna replace me, hurts my feelings

trumanblack posted on their story!

-go watch me be fit and cool on a date

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1975fan_base in honour of @trumanblack and @yourusername's groundbreaking date i thought we should all love on the old pics of the two and the guys from her old insta!

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1975fan1 parents literally my parents

1975fan2 so so cute they've been together so long !

1975fan_base ikr!! they make me believe in love

1975fan3 shes doing gods work giving us those photos

yourusername 💕💕

1975fan_base ahhh omg HI!!

yourusername posted on their story!

trumanblack reposted onto their story!

more boyfriend content cause he's giving out it's ruining his "cool" image lol

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bedfordanes75 cant ruin what was never there in the first place 1975fan1 IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU TWO AHH

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tmz SPOTTED !! the 1975's frontman matty healy was seen out on a loved up walk around NYC today with gabriette, despite him and his long term girlfriend being seen together just over a month ago. Do we think the previous couple had broken it off already or is the singer adding cheater to his name?

let us know what you think down below!!

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1975fan1 oh my fucking god men I cant

1975fan2 nooo I hope he and yourusername broke it off before this, shes too good for this shit!

1975fan1 doesnt even matter its very quick to already be in a relationship after ending one that lasted like 5 years...

1975fan3 this afternoon?? tmz you guys are disgusting putting this up, what if yourusername finds out through this!!

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1975fan_base guys i cant be delusional anymore yourusername just unfollowed matty and all the boys 💔💔

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1975fan1 noo I cant stop thinking she found out through tmz, hard day to be a 1975 fan....

1975fan2 how can he cheat on the girl who he wrote when we are together and about you for !!

1975fan_base genuinely makes no sense men are TRASH

1975fan3 feel like you guys should've seen this coming he's written so many songs about cheating on his girlfriend

1975fan2 literally no one asked!!

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yourusername oh hi! hope you've missed me? let's play 2 truths and 1 lie: it's awards season, i'm fit as fuck and men are trash.

fans of chickenshopdate don't fret we'll be back with another season soon! it's time to level up on english singers, im looking at you @harrystyles xxx

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yourusername god 1'm so bad at games there's 3 truths there isn't there?

fan 1 AHAHAH you are so iconic, gone for three months and you come back with this fan2 make him payyyy

florencepugh the real queen of england right here!

yourusername 💕💕

harrystyles i'm a pescatarian so what about just a regular date love x

fan 1 oh she's such a girlboss I hope ratty healy regrets every decision he's ever made!

bedfordanes75 gonna smash it! call one of us back when you get the chance <3

(liked by rass75,1975adam and charlie_xcx) fan3 eek the fallout of a couple in the same friend group right there

#matty healy #matty healy imagine #matty x reader #matty the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #fake instagram

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sawyerslvt · 14 days

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Johnny or Leland? | Episode 4

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This is a choose your own ending story. I have also included links to porn in this series, for better visualization ;) I haven't been feeling in a very 'writing mood' so please excuse the lack of episodes + this short one. I'm working on the endings but I can't get myself to love what I'm writing at the moment. I don't want to release stuff I'm not proud of. Hope you understand <33

Word Count: 1,346 Warnings: MDNI, abuse

It’s difficult to keep track of time when you have no clue what time of day it is. You feel like it's been days, maybe weeks? Johnny brings food and takes care of you like he said he would. You fail to see what the end goal is. Is he gonna kill you? Is he planning on releasing you or… is this it? Being held captive in his basement, keeping you alive but you don't get to live life. You’ve grown really fond of him, he’s the highlight of your day whenever he walks through that door. Sure, he’s the only human interaction you get, but it wasn't bad human interaction, certainly doesn’t feel like a hostage situation. He’s kind and gentle. He sits down and eats with you, youre talking and laughing. If the circumstances were different, you would be head over heels in love with the man. And of course, he fucks you real good. Sometimes he’s rough and other times he’s slow, passionate and loving, making you wonder if he’s as fond of you as you are of him.

Johnny can't stay with you all the time and he leaves you in the cold and dusty room alone. He brought you a blanket and pillows to keep you company and warm when he’s away. But other than that it was painfully quiet. Sometimes you swear that you hear Leland calling for you. It echoes in your head but when you call for him, you don't get a reply. You know it's your mind playing tricks on you, hallucinating, but you miss Leland. You’re scared of what might've happened to him. With your time alone, you find yourself thinking about him a lot. His playfulness, laugh and charm was burned into your mind, stinging more and more. It's not rare for you to cry as you imagine him holding you. You remember his desperate screams as you were pulled away by Johnny. You hate how complicated everything is. You hate that you can't decide between the two men when the answer should be so simple.

Your thoughts get interrupted when you hear the familiar door open again. It's Johnny and he’s holding your breakfast… or lunch… or dinner, you're not really sure which meal it is. It feels like your mind goes blank whenever you see him, you shoot him a warm smile and get up to greet him. You walk over and balance on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, he has to lean forward a little to have you reach him. “How did my woman sleep?”. Based on his question, you assume maybe this could be breakfast then. “She was lonely without her man to keep her company”, you make a pouty face and cross your arms. You were playful in your tone but you were serious. It was always so miserable and scary sleeping alone. He has slept with you a couple times but recently says he’s too busy to spend all that time with you. You hold some resentment, but you’re happy he’s back.

He puts your plate on the ground by the mattress and comes back to give you a big hug. He holds you in his arms for a while without saying anything. Your head is pressed against his hard chest and you hear his heartbeat. “I missed you so much today, I couldn't even do my work proper… You were on my mind too much” his voice is low, like he hates admitting it to himself. You smile and look up at him, giving him a quick peck. He turns the quick kiss into a long and passionate one. He’s cupping your face with both hands and making out with you like he hadn't seen you in years. You welcomed his kiss, you had missed him too. His touch was enough to make you feel like you're floating. But you keep getting flashes of Leland. He’s haunting you. The more you enjoyed Johnny's presence, the more of Leland you saw and you think a big reason is because you think Johnny is the cause for something bad having happened to him.

At the very least… you have to know. You have to find out what Johnny did to him. Is he still in that room waiting for you to come back? Does he think youre dead or did his mouth dig his own grave? Making Johnny kill him? You had so many questions and all of them could be answered by the man kissing you. You break away from the kiss and look down. “What’s wrong, doll?”. His voice is concerned and his brows are furrowed as he tries lifting your chin to make him face you. You reject his touch and continue looking down, you know he’s getting more and more worried. “...w-what did you do to him?” Your voice is soft and quiet. Johnny is so good to you, so kind but you're scared the mention of his name will make him snap. He sighs. “what i did to who?...”. He’s not asking cause he doesn't know, he's asking cause he’s testing you. You don't care if he snaps, you have to know. “...W-what did you do to Leland?”. His name was like a trigger and he grabs your face, harder than he’s ever done before. “Don't you ever utter his name. Besides, why do you care? You have me. Am I not enough?”. He squeezes harder with that last question, he’s hurt that you would bring him up. “you… y-you’re hurting me Johnny”, your voice is soft and careful. “Answer my question”. His voice is weak, he’s hurting and demanding for you to validate the feelings he already has for you, thinking you felt the same way towards him. “you’re more than enough”. Tears are streaming down your face at this point. It was true though, he was enough but that didn't erase the feelings you had for Leland.

His grip loosens and he steps away from you, putting his hands behind his head, then on his hips. He’s pacing back and forth not knowing what to say or do. “Why do you fucking care about him anyways? You met him the same damn night you met me. You've spent more time with me than you did with him”. You don't know what to say, you don't even know what he wants you to say. It's a question designed to trap you no matter the answer. “I don't care about him… i- i just don’t…” he interrupts you. “Well obviously you do care, otherwise you wouldn't bring it up, would you?”. His voice is angrier than it's ever been and for the first time, you're scared for your life in his presence. “I’m sorry… it won't happen again” Your voice is weak and you try hugging yourself to calm yourself down, a form of self soothing. “Damn right it won’t happen again… I mean FUCK” He kicks your food that was laid on the ground. The food goes flying and the plate nearly hits you but you manage to dodge just in time. You hug yourself harder, trying to shrink yourself. Maybe if you stayed still enough, he wouldn't see you. He walks over to you and the sight of him angrily approaching, makes you backup a little. He grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. His grip is hard and he’s hurting you again. “You’ve lost food privileges, I'll be back in a week”. He lets go of your hair and almost throws you away like he was disgusted seeing your face. He starts walking out of the door and you run after him crying, grabbing his forearm trying to pull him back. You don't care even if he slaps you, you didn't want him to leave you, especially for a week. You don’t care about the food, you want him. “Let go” he says simply and pulls himself from your grip and locks the door behind himself. You fall to the ground crying hysterically.

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Don't leave

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve doesn't want you to leave

Warnings: like one swear word, use of petnames, fluff, very short

Words: 0.5k Masterlist

"No" You and Steve were cuddling on his bed and he was clinging tightly to your body, refusing to let go.

You and your family were leaving for a week to visit your aunt and Steve was very very unhappy about it.

"C'mon love, i need get home and pack my bag, i can't leave with only my clothes on" you poked his side, trying to wriggle out of his embrace.

"Why are you so eager to leave me, sweetheart? Don't you love me anymore?" he pouted. He was being so dramatic about the whole thing and you couldn't help but to chuckle at his antics.

"Believe me, i'd rather stay here with you, but i have to go" you sighed.

Apparently your answer was not good, because Steve frowned even more.

"I know, i know, but i don't want you to" he mumbled into your tummy, " so i'm not going to let go of you."

"Steve..." you ran your hand through his hair.

"Nope."

"How about we make a deal?" you proposed and it got his attention.

"I'm listening" he propped himself up on his elbows.

"I'll go pack my back and quickly come back here. I can sleepover and you can drive me to the airport in the morning" you raised your eyebrows at him.

Steve thought about your proposal and after a few minutes he said, "okay, let's go."

"You're coming with me?"

"Of course, it's faster if i drive you, than if you'd walked" he just shrugged his shoulders. He was up and standing, before you even got to reply. He took your hand in his and pulled you towards his car.

His eyes followed your every move as you packed the bag. The loving gaze never leaving his face. Steve didn't know, how he was going to survive a week without you. He actually might die without you near him or he would go crazy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Come here" he murmured with a longing stare.

"What, why? Steve, i need to pac-"

"Just come here for a second" he outstratched his hand for you to take it.

You took the few steps towards him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you torso, " Steve, what's wrong?"

" 'M gonna miss you so fucking much" he stated, pulling you even closer to his chest.

"Me too" you smiled at him, your expression all soft.

"Can i have a kiss?"

You didn't waste the time by answering his question. Instead you just kissed him. Steve didn't waste any time either, he kissed you right back.

Your soft lips against his made him forget everything, there was just you. Well until you started to pull away.

Steve desperately chased your lips for some more kisses, but you just giggled.

"Sorry handsome, you can have more kisses when i'm done with the packing. "

"Oh come on, that's not fair" he argued.

"Give me five more minutes and i'll be done, yeah?" you pecked his lips and continued with the packing. So Steve very impatiently waited for you to finish.

As soon as you got back to Steve's comfortable bed, he was cuddling you. He didn't let go of you for the rest of the night. He was holding onto you like his life depended on it, but you weren't complaining. It always felt good to be held in his arms.

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Did My Heart Love Till Now? | Han Jisung

Han Jisung x fem!reader

friends to lovers, college au, fluff, little bit of angst

warnings: some suggestive jokes, alcohol consumption, teeny tiny bit of jealousy, like one swear word, think that's it let me know if I missed anything

word count: 10.8k (it's a long ik so buckle in lmao)

in which: your university puts on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and you're excited to be playing alongside your long time crush Hyunjin. Things get a bit complicated when Jisung is thrown in the mix

a/n: I swear I'm gonna start working on some fics for the others members soon I'm just obsessed with him rn tbh lmao but anyway this took me forever to write I just couldn't seem to sit down and write large chunks of it but I finally finished it so hope you enjoy :)

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You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have been cast in the play.

You had pushed your way through the crowd of people to get to the bulletin board to look at the names on the casting sheet. Romeo, Hwang Hyunjin, of course. But then you looked at Juliet's casting and your jaw dropped. Your own name was beside it. You couldn't believe it, you had got the part! A large smile spread across your face. Not only did you get the main lead but you also would be playing love interests with the guy you had been obsessing over since you started university.

You looked at the other cast members to see who else you would be working with. You were pleased to see your best friends Felix and Jeongin were in the play too as Benvolio and Paris. Bangchan had been cast as Lord Capulet, Minho as Lord Montague, Seungmin as Friar Laurence, and Changbin as the villain, Tybalt. You also saw that Romeo's best friend, Mercutio, would be played by Han Jisung. How fitting.

Jisung and Hyunjin had been friends since high school so the two of them playing best friends in the play would require next to no acting. Mercutio also was a rather playful character which would fit Jisung well. You had only spoken to Jisung a handful of times. You majored in English and Drama combined while he studied music but you shared one class together that you had a few times a week about writing poetry. Jisung had decided to join this class because he thought it might help to understand language better and also help him write his songs. Songs after all were technically just poetry with music behind it.

You had shared nothing other than civil conversations but he was a nice enough guy. He was a bit of a class clown, trying to make people laugh but he was always nice to everyone and on top of that never let his 'class-clown-ing' get in the way of his grades.

You were excited about the play but a little bit nervous. But you knew you could do this, you had worked so hard at studying the play and had rehearsed for weeks for the audition. All you had to do was just focus on the play. And, hey, it also gave you the chance to get closer to a certain Hyunjin, right?

***

You avoided eye contact as you made your way into the theatre for the first script reading. You made your way onto the stage where the drama teacher had set out a circle of chairs with a script placed on each one. There were a few students already sat down and talked amongst themselves. You picked up a script and took a seat, away from everyone else, hoping Felix and Jeongin would get here soon.

When Han Jisung entered the room, you were the first person he spotted. He had spoken to you a few times but nothing other than small talk, really. But he knew he wanted to get closer to you for the play. He wasn't sure why he was so intrigued by you but he found it fascinating that, despite you being usually reserved and quiet, when you were on stage you were a different person. He put his intrigue down to the fact that he wanted to learn from you as it was his first time doing the show.

Every year your school did some play that everyone was allowed to audition for, not just the drama majors. In last year's play, you had played one of the secondary roles but Jisung had thought you stole the whole show. You were truly incredible. He was so glad when he read your name on the casting list next to Juliet because he knew you would be perfect. Especially alongside one of his best friends, Hyunjin. Hyunjin had always had a flare for dramatics and he believe that you and him would do a great job as the titular characters.

Jisung made his way across the room to you and up onto the stage. He took the seat next to you and smiled as you turned your head to face him.

"Hi, Jisung," You said with a soft smile.

"Hey, I don't know any of those guys is it alright if I sit with you?"

"Yeah of course it is, but aren't some of your friends in the play as well?"

"Oh yeah, they are but I'm sure they'll join us soon." Your stomach flipped, you knew Jisung was friends with Hyunjin and the thought of him sitting with you made your start to feel a little flustered and he wasn't even here yet.

Focus, Y/N. Be professional, you told yourself. That was when Hyunjin happened to walk into the theatre laughing along with some of his friends. You had a moment where your mind went blank as the boy beside you waved his friends over. As Hyunjin approached, you felt your heart race. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself, putting a small smile on your face as Hyunjin sat down beside Jisung.

You're playing his love interest, for god sake, you cannot, I repeat cannot act flustered around him, you kept telling yourself.

"Hey, guys this is Y/N, she is in a one of my classes." They all greeted you, introducing themselves. You already knew all of their names, of course, how could you not? You were living most of the people at your university's dream right now, surrounded by what most considered to be the hottest group of guys to ever come to this school.

"You were in the play with me last year, right?" Hyunjin spoke up looking over at you. You just simply nodded with a polite smile on your face. "You were one of the secondary characters but your monologue was truly amazing."

"Oh, thank you, you were amazing last year too."

"Thanks," Hyunjin replied, "I'm looking forward to working with you." You felt your cheeks warm up.

"I'm looking forward to working with you too. All of you." You looked around at the group of boys and smiled.

***

Rehearsals were going well as the weeks seemed to fly by. You had grown to like all of the boys, hanging out with the group even outside of rehearsals. Jisung and yourself had picked up a weekly routine of hanging out to practice, your characters never interacted in the show but you both enjoyed filling in to help each other learn your parts.

"I'm so glad you agreed to help me out with this, Y/N. I've never done any acting before this," He said, looking up at you from his seat on the floor, watching you perform one of Juliet's monologues. The two of you had booked out one of the drama rooms at your university for practice after your classes had finished for the day.

"Well, you're a natural," You said, sitting down next to him.

"So are you and you give really good advice too. After I saw you in last year's play and auditioned for this one I knew I wanted you to help me with it."

"Using me for my talents, are we?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Jisung!" You hit his shoulder softly.

"I'm kidding. I enjoy hanging out with you sometimes. That is when you aren't hitting me."

"Shut up. Now come on, show me how you're getting along with the Queen Mab monologue."

He stood up and began his monologue. You watched in awe as he spoke with enthusiasm. When he had finished he was happy to hear your round of applause.

"Wow, like I said you're a natural. Almost on par with Hyunjin," You teased as you handed him his water bottle.

Hyunjin. That was something that was weighing on his mind. He knew that you were shy but now you were comfortable around all the guys but something was different about Hyunjin. Something twisted in his stomach, he wasn't sure why.

"You like him, right?" He asked after a moment of silence.

"Huh?"

"Hyunjin. You like him, don't you?"

"Oh my god, is it that obvious?" You asked, sounding a little flustered.

"A little, but I don't think anyone else has noticed. But I did." You put your hands in your face.

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Why? You can like whoever you want. You wanna talk about it? I won't tell anyone." You smiled softly.

"I don't know, I've liked him for a while, but it wasn't until this play that I really got to know him."

"Yeah, he's a really great guy. And you're a great girl. You'd look good together," He said sincerely but, for some reason, couldn't look you in the eye. You both sat in silence for a moment before Jisung cleared his throat. "Well, anyway, I'm going out to eat with the guys, um, do you wanna come?"

"I can't just intrude like that."

"You wouldn't be intruding, they all like you plus Changbin messaged me earlier to say Jeongin and Felix were invited and I know you are best friends with them. Look, I'll message the group chat and ask if you can come too just to make sure so you don't feel like you're intruding." You still looked hesitant. "Hyunjin will be there."

"Okay, I'll come." Jisung couldn't help feeling a little disappointed at how quickly you agreed at the mention of Hyunjin.

***

"What do you mean you've never watched it?"

"I just haven't!"

"We are literally performing the play and you haven't watched the 90s version?"

"Nope, never interested me before this."

"But a young Paul Rudd's in it."

"That's not a reason."

"I beg to differ." The other guys around the table laughed as you and Jisung bickered. Chan looked between the two of you with a strange look in his eye which didn't go unnoticed by Jisung but he decided to ignore it. "I'm going to force you to watch that film even if I have to tie you to a chair."

"He'd probably enjoy that," Minho piped up earning another wave of laughter while Jisung's eyes went wide in shock.

"Minho, you're disgusting," Jisung practically shouted.

"Jeez, Jisung, will you quieten down a little, you're gonna get us kicked out," Changbin said in between laughs.

"I hate you guys." He slumped down, putting on a dramatic pout.

"Aw, you love us really," Hyunjin threw an arm around him. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" Hyunjin smiled at you which you quickly returned.

"Of course it is." You leaned in on the other side of Jisung and pinched his cheeks teasingly. You missed the look Hyunjin sent Chan's way. Jisung swatted your hands away but a small smile graced his lips.

"Alright, alright, enough," He said with a soft laugh. "Let's order some food, I'm starving."

***

After you had all eaten the majority of you headed back to campus as most of you lived in the student accommodation, only Changbin and Bangchang broke off as they rented a place outside of the campus.

You reached the campus and the group started getting smaller and smaller as each person left for their own building. There were 3 student accomodation buildings, Seungmin and Lee Know left for the first one where they shared the room. Felix and Jeongin did the same thing when you reached the second building. That left you, Jisung, and Hyunjin to walk to the third building. Jisung had been so excited when he discovered that you lived in the same accommodation as him, even more so when he found out you were only on the floor above him. You were equally excited when he told you his roommate was Hyunjin.

"I'll walk you to your room."

"It's one floor, Ji, I'll be fine."

"Ugh, fine, don't say I never offer to do anything nice for you," He teases.

"See you later, Y/N," Hyunjin says with a smile as Jisung waves you goodbye, heading towards their room. You then make your way up to your own.

"Honey, I'm home," You joked as you walk through the door to find your roommate and friend, Lily sitting on the sofa watching a film.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yep, it was really nice to hang out with the guys."

"Next time invite me, I wanna ask Changbin for his number."

"First of all I wasn't originally invited, Jisung invited me, I don't know if a plus one can bring a plus one and secondly, just ask him he will 100% give you his number."

"You really think so?"

"I do."

"Alright, the next time I see him around I'll do it." You wish you were as brave as Lily and could just ask Hyunjin out like that but you knew if it went wrong rehearsals and the play would be awkward. You sighed, sitting down next to her on the couch.

"What are you watching?"

"Me Before You, I'm only five minutes in you wanna watch it with me?"

"Sure."

***

"Why did we decide to watch this?" You asked, tears streaming down your face, turning to your friend only to find her fast asleep. "Oh great, I get to cry about it alone." The movie was devasting, it truly broke your heart.

It's just a film, get yourself together, you told yourself. Once you had calmed down a little you headed to the bathroom to splash some water on your face to calm yourself down further. You had a love-hate relationship with sad films. They were masterpieces while at the same time the most soul-destroying, heart-crushing films ever.

You took a blanket from your room and placed it over Lily, not wanting to wake her before getting ready for bed. You were beginning to feel sleepy but the second your head hit the pillow you felt wide awake. You were awake for what felt like hours when you checked your phone to see the time. It was 1am, you knew you had to get up early but there was no way you were going to get to sleep anytime soon. You were too restless to sleep

You decided maybe some fresh air would do you some good so you slipped out of bed replacing your pajamas with a hoodie, sweatpants and some trainers. You quietly made your way out of your room, past Lily who was still fast asleep on the sofa, and out of the front door.

You reached the roof of your accommodation building to find someone was already up there. You recognised him instantly and silently moved towards him.

"Boo!" You shouted, grabbing his waist and making him jump. Jisung jumped and turned around to face you.

"Y/N, you gave me a heart attack, I thought I was about to get murdered!" He said clutching his chest and closing his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. Not that it ever calmed that much whenever you were near him which he was beginning to find extremely strange.

"Oh, come on, it was a little funny." You said laughing. Your laughter died off as Jisung sighed.

"No, it wasn't."

"Was too."

"Was not." He said, but contradicting himself with a smile, opening his eyes to look at you.

"Was too." His smile dropped when he looked at you.

"Hey, are you alright? Have you been crying?" His hand reached out to rest on your shoulder.

"Crying?" You questioned. "Oh, yeah, don't worry about it, Lily and I were watching a sad movie earlier but she fell asleep leaving me to weep alone."

"Ugh, how dare she!" Jisung joked in a mocking voice.

"Exactly, how dare she. Anyway, why are you up at this time?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Just restless. Just thinking," You replied as you leaned on the railing of the roof. Jisung leaned next to you.

"About?"

Hyunjin.

"Just the play and stuff."

"Oh, right."

"Why aren't you sleeping?" You asked.

"Just thinking about stuff too."

"What stuff?"

You.

"Nothing in particular, just can't seem to shut my brain up."

"Ah, I see. You usually struggle to shut your mouth too."

"Hey, you're mean!" He said, his hand going to his chest again, over his heart.

"But honest," You reply, turning to him with a smile.

"Whatever, if you don't want my company I'll just leave," He said with a huff, turning to leave. You rolled your eyes with a smile grabbing his arm and pulling him back.

"Don't be silly, you know I like spending time with you." This earned you a smile from him.

"Well, how about we do something tomorrow? Maybe, uh, you know if you want to, you could show me Romeo and Juliet 'cause as I said earlier, I haven't seen it."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Is straight after rehearsals alright? We can walk back together and you can come over to mine. Lily will be at work so we can watch it without her pestering you for Changbin's number." He laughed at this a little.

"You have his phone number, why don't you just give it to her?"

"I don't know, I feel like we aren't close enough yet for me to just be giving out his number to anyone."

"You know he has a bit of a thing for your friend right?"

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Oh, I guess I will give it to her then. Look at us doing cupid's work and playing matchmaker." You nudged his shoulder with your own a little. He smiled softly at you.

"It's getting late and we need to sleep, we have rehearsals bright and early tomorrow," Jisung said, looking out at the view from the rooftop. You admired him for a moment before agreeing and you both turned to walk towards the door.

"Let's hope we can practice Juliet's death scene so I can just nap through it."

***

"Say something!" Jisung shouted at the TV screen as the two of you sat and watched Romeo an Juliet. He groaned as he watch Romeo drink the poison as Juliet, who was very clearly alive if only he looked down at her, watched him. "This film is so annoying! She could have stopped him!"

"Looks like someone is really invested."

"Juliet's an idiot!"

"Thanks," You replied dryly.

"Sorry but it's true."

"It's all pretty dumb when you think about it really though, they meet, fall in love, get married, and then die all in the space of about 5 days and on top of that, all this causes 4 more deaths, besides their own." Jisung looked at you for a minute, processing everything you just said.

"You're right but damn Shakespeare was talented to make such a stupid plot be that good."

"Yeah, I'll give him that."

When the end credits rolled you turned to the boy beside you with a smile.

"So, did you like it?" You asked him.

"I did, it was actually really good, I love how they still used the original script but the setting and stuff were modern, we so should have suggested doing a modernized version of it."

"Right? That would have been so cool. Plus I wanna see your version of Mercutio wearing a glittery bralette singing Young Hearts Run Free."

"Dream on," He laughed.

"Maybe I will," You teased.

"Are you flirting with me right now?" He replied, with a mischievous look on his face.

"Dream on," You replied, using his words from before.

"Oh, I see what this is. I'm practice, right? For Hyunjin."

"Shut up. No, I would never flirt with him, I'm too shy around him."

"True. Which is so dumb because I'm sure he would like you back if you just opened up to him a little."

"Felix said the same thing. But I've tried, I've made some progress, before I couldn't even make eye contact with him now I'm playing his love interest and actually talking to him."

"I'm sure it will happen. I just want you to be happy, Y/N."

"I want that for you too." You both sat there smiling at each other for a second. Jisung's eyes briefly flickered down to your lips. He'd hoped you wouldn't notice but you did. You felt a strange twist in your stomach. You continued gazing at each other for a moment longer before Jisung's phone pinged with a notification. He broke eye contact, clearing his throat slightly and reaching for his phone from his pocket.

"Speaking of Hyunjin, he just messaged me to see if I want some of the food he's made, do you wanna come too?"

"Ah, no, Lily will be back soon and I promised I would eat with her. You go ahead."

You walked him to the door, feeling a little disappointed he couldn't stay for longer.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you," You watched as he turned away from you and walked along the hallway before you shut your door. You thought back to your conversation about Hyunjin.

You realised that the entire time Jisung was with you, until he brought Hyunjin up, you hadn't even thought of him.

***

The months had flown by as the first performance of the play neared. Movie nights had become a weekly thing for you and Jisung, each week alternating between the two of you picking a film. As much as you were enjoying the rehearsals for the play, your movie nights were always the highlight of your week.

Speaking of the play, you were almost ready there was just one thing you needed to practice: the kisses.

You had practiced the scenes but every time it got up to the part where you and Hyunjin were meant to kiss you just awkwardly skipped over it and continue the scene. Hyunjin had spoken to you about it and you both agreed you would book a drama room and practice it.

You were a bundle of nerves as you worked your way through the first kiss scene. You had thought about kissing him millions of times and this would finally be it. You had dreamt of this moment. And yet, something felt off.

"Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged," Hyunjin said his line before leaning towards you. "Ready?" He asked quietly. You only nodded, looking into his eyes.

His lips met yours and they were soft. It was a good kiss. Gentle and sweet, enjoyable. But that was all. You felt nothing. You pulled away, feeling disappointed and annoyed. It wasn't him, you were certain, there was something wrong with you. All you had ever wanted was to be kissed by him and when it finally happened there was no butterflies, no fireworks. Not even a spark

"Was that alright?" He asked.

"Y-yeah, it was good," You replied with a small smile. He smiled back with a strange glint in his eye. "Um it's getting late and I've got plans with Jisung, it's our movie night. Why don't you practice the monologue you were talking about earlier that you said you wanted to practice?"

"Oh yeah, can't keep him waiting." He smiled again in a weird way but you couldn't understand it. "Do you want me to walk you back?"

"Oh, no, there's no need, it's not a long walk after all and there's no point you going back yet unless you are heading back to your place. You might as well use the room while nobody else is. See you later, Hyujin." He waved you goodbye as you quickly left.

When you finally arrived at your flat you found Jisung resting on your door, waiting for you. He heard the sound of your footsteps approaching and looked up from his phone.

"Hey."

"Hi, sorry I'm late, practice ran a bit late."

"No worries." You took your keys from your pocket to open your door, not noticing the way Jisung was studying your face.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Talk about what?"

"Whatever it is that's up with you. I know you, Y/N, I can see something's bothering you." You sighed, looking at the boy next to you. He had a delicate smile on his face. Had he always been that handsome?

"I'll tell you inside." The two of you made your way through the door once you had unlocked it. You threw your bag on the counter before heading to the sofa and dropping down on it with a sigh. Jisung sat down next to you.

"So?" He asked you.

"We practiced the kiss." You weren't looking at him and he was grateful because he was certain you would have seen the way he frowned.

"And?"

"And it was good but I felt nothing. I think it's my fault though because I was just so nervous and in my head about it all that it was probably awkward. I've liked the guy for what feels like forever and I blew it because I was too scared to properly kiss him."

"So, you need to gain some confidence to kiss him properly then you think it will feel right?"

"I think so but I'm not sure how to gain confidence, I haven't kissed anybody before today in ages." That was when an idea sprang to your head. It was stupid you knew it. But it might just work, you told yourself. You turned to Jisung.

"I've got an idea. It's dumb and you can totally say no but what if we kissed?"

"What?!" His eyes widened.

"Like, just to practice so I can gain some confidence and then next time I kiss Hyunjin I'll be able to kiss him back and not just stand there awkwardly. Actually, it's stupid, sorry, I shouldn't have sugges-"

"Okay."

"What?"

"I'll do it. I'll kiss you. It doesn't mean anything anyway, right?" Jisung tried to ignore the way his heart dropped as those words left his lips. "If it'll help you, I'll do it."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yep."

"Okay, alright." You both turned to face each other. Gently, he placed his hands on your arms, leaning in. He was hesitant, but the way his eyes flickered between your own and your lips made your heartbeat begin to race.

Your lips finally met his and your breathing hitched in your throat. You brought a hand up to cup his face, softly stroking your thumb over his cheek. His kiss was delicate but full of passion, his lips fit perfectly with your own as you kissed him back. A kaleidoscope of butterflies erupted in your stomach. This felt right. This is what it was meant to feel like when you kissed someone.

You both pulled away, gasping for air, with flushed cheeks and soft smiles. You remained close, your hand still cupping his face.

"That was really good, thank you." Jisung suddenly became aware of what had just happened. He pulled away, out of your reach.

"Yeah, no problem," He replied, trying to act nonchalant. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's my turn to pick the film right?" He asked as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Your heart dropped at his dismissal of the moment you thought you had both shared.

"Yeah," You said quietly, turning to look at the TV as he picked a film. You weren't really sure of what he picked because the entire time you were watching your mind was elsewhere thinking about the fact that you and he had just kissed. You turned to look at him, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. Your hand came up to your mouth, replaying the kiss again and again.

That was what it was meant to feel like when you kissed someone. And you knew it.

***

Jisung regretted the kiss the second the two of you had pulled away from each other. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. He certainly had. He had been waiting for ages to finally kiss you but he wished that the first time he kissed you would have been when you felt the same way that he did. Not as a practice to help you kiss his roommate, who you had liked for years.

The kiss had plagued his thoughts since then. It was now three weeks later and it was the final dress rehearsal before the first show.

It was the first scene where you and Hyunjin kissed. Jisung hadn't seen the kiss before as the two of you would avoid it but now he knew that you had been practicing it. He watched as your eyes flickered from Hyunjin's eyes to his lips when the two of you leaned in and your lips met a wave of jealousy washed over him. He tried to maintain a calm disposition but inside he wanted to scream.

Why him? Why not me? He wanted to ask you.

But he knew he wouldn't, for your sake. He wanted you to be happy. Even if that meant he had to watch you be with his best friend. He watched as you kissed Hyunjin. The kiss looked perfect.

But it wasn't. You could pretend there was love in that kiss, but it was just acting. You knew deep down that nothing could recreate the emotions you felt when you kissed Jisung.

You tried to imagine him instead of Hyunjin but your mind was not strong enough to fake that kind of emotion. Sure the kiss was good but it wasn't like the kiss you shared with Jisung.

As the scene ended, you wanted to cry. Everything was all messed up. You knew Jisung didn't feel that way about you. Hell, you had only just figured out you felt that way about him. He was helping you out in your pursuit of Hyunjin. He had no idea that you had in fact fallen for him a long time ago, it had just taken you a while to notice.

You wished it had been him from the beginning because the way you felt about him was different from the crush you had had on Hyunjin. That had been you, admiring from afar. This was so much more. You wished the kiss you shared with Jisung had meant something to him, because it meant a lot to you.

When you pulled away from Hyunjin, you looked over his shoulder, at Jisung in the wings. He had a soft smile on his face. He wanted to show he was happy for you, hoping you wouldn't take notice that the smile never reached his eyes.

You exited the stage at the end of the scene, coming face to face with Jisung.

"The kiss looked great," He said, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah?" You asked rather sadly.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Jisung, I-"

"I'm on in the next scene so I better get ready to go on."

"Oh, right." You smiled softly, stepping aside.

You watched as he stepped out on the stage and performed. He really did have a natural talent for it. When the scene concluded he left the stage via the opposite wings. You were so busy watching as he walked away that you almost missed your cue. Luckily, Bangchan had been there to push you out on stage.

"Stop staring at Jisung and get on stage." He lightly nudged you, his words leaving you a flustered mess as you quickly composed yourself for the scene.

***

When the dress rehearsal was finished, you quickly packed your bag ready to leave.

"Hey, we're going to grab a coffee, you wanna come?" Felix asked you.

"No, thanks for the offer though. I'm really tired and just wanna get home but I'll see you tomorrow at the library, 11am."

"Yep, alright, we'll see you later," Jeongin said as he and Felix waved you goodbye.

You were about to leave when Hyunjin approached you.

"You were really great today, the show is gonna be perfect."

"You did a really good job too, Hyunjin." You noticed your sudden ease around the boy. Usually, you would become all flustered and your heart would be racing a mile a minute. Guess you really were over him.

You didn't see Hyunjin's glance at Jisung on the other side of the room, who was standing looking at the two of you sadly.

"So, what's going on with you and Jisung?"

"What? Nothing."

"Well, in that case, maybe after the first performance I could take you out on a date." A couple of months ago these words from Hyunjin probably would've made you faint. It had been all you ever wanted. But when you thought about the idea of going on a date with someone, the person you imagined wasn't Hyunjin, it was Jisung.

"Hyunjin, I'm flattered, really, I am. You know I used to like you, a lot, and I still think you're a really great guy but I just don't feel that way anymore, I'm sorry," You said to him, apologetically. He looked at you with a smirk.

"I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"You like Jisung."

"Well-"

"Oh my god, you don't just like him, you love him."

"Ah, don't say it out loud." Your hand came up to his mouth covering it. Across the room, Jisung watched the interaction between you and his best friend. His hand tightened around the strap of his bag as he felt jealousy swirling in the pit of his stomach.

"I knew you had feelings for him, I just had to get you to admit it," Hyunjin said more quietly now, as you removed your hand from his mouth, revealing his smile.

"Alright, I do love him, but it doesn't matter, nothing is ever going to happen between us. He still thinks I like you and is clearly not bothered by that."

"Y/N, are you blind? Is the way he is looking at us right now not a dead giveaway." You couldn't stop yourself from turning your head to look in Jisung's direction. He quickly looked away, glancing at anything other than you before heading towards the door and leaving the room.

"There goes your chance to tell him today, it's alright, you can try again tomorrow."

"I will not be telling him anything."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I will not. At least not yet anyway."

"Come on, Y/N. Just tell him because I don't know how long I can keep quiet about this."

"Give me until the last show."

"Alright, deal but if you don't tell him, I will."

"This is peer pressure!"

"It's for your own benefit."

"Hyunjin, you're so annoying."

"I may be annoying but I make one hell of a matchmaker."

"Alright, I'm leaving now."

"See you later, I'm gonna go find Chan and tell him you finally admitted your feelings."

"Chan knows about my feelings?"

"We've been talking about you and Jisung for months. We knew about your feelings before even you did."

***

"You kissed him?!" Jeongin said, in shock.

"Yes, but it wasn't like that. It didn't mean anything, not to him at least. He agreed to help me practice for my kiss scenes with Hyunjin." You explained as you and your two best friends left the library. You had been studying together for a few hours but were tired now and wanted to go to a cafe to relax for a little while instead.

"Okay, first of all, do you really think he agreed to kiss you just for practice? I highly doubt that, the guy is obviously smitten with you. And second of all why didn't you tell us any of this earlier?" Felix asked.

"I don't know, I had to find the right time. I didn't want to tell you at rehearsals. Honestly, I would've kept it to myself but I wanted to get it off my chest to someone, especially after Hyunjin made me admit it to him."

"Hyunjin knew before us?!" Jeongin said.

"Will you keep your voice down? This is why I couldn't tell the two of you at rehearsal, he can't keep quiet, I didn't want Jisung overhearing our conversation about him." You pointed accusingly at Jeongin.

"You know what, I knew something was up with you two." Felix smiled at you.

"Nothing is up with us. He doesn't feel that way. I won't be telling him. Hyunjin is trying to get me to confess but I'll find a way to keep him quiet."

"Find a way to keep him quiet? Jesus, you're gonna have to murder him, Y/N."

"If I must."

"You scare me sometimes." Jeongin looked at you with a concerned expression.

"I agree with Hyunjin. You should tell him, what could go wrong?" Felix asked.

"Are you insane? I ruin everything with him? I lay my heart out for him and he tears it to shreds?"

"Jisung's a nice guy, he wouldn't do that."

"Fine but he could still reject me and break my heart regardless of how softly he let me down."

"I think he feels the same way for you," Jeongin states simply.

"Yeah, well I don't."

"He's definitely in love with you, he can't seem to keep his eyes off of you in rehearsal."

"You're imaging things, Felix."

"You think I wouldn't notice when some guy is ogling my best friend?"

"Shut up, he does not love me."

***

Pretending things were fine between you and Jisung proved harder said than done. After realising your feelings for him you felt a lot shyer around him. But he still seemed to be his usual bubbly, chatty self. You would never know Jisung's struggle to maintain this facade.

"You nervous about the first show tomorrow?" He asked you as he sat down on the sofa next to you with a bowl of popcorn. You were over at his apartment as Lily had asked if she could have the apartment for a few hours. She and Changbin had gone on a few dates recently and she wanted to have her own movie night with him, but you knew from her tone, that they probably wouldn't end up watching whatever movie they picked. You didn't really fancy sticking around to find out. Instead, you asked Jisung and Hyunjin if you could crash at their place to which they agreed. Hyunjin was in his room, while you and Jisung had decided to watch a movie together.

"Yeah, a little," You replied. It was true you were anxious about it but right now you were more nervous at the close proximity between you and Jisung. Your heart fluttered as his leg nudged yours. "What about you?"

"Really nervous but excited as well."

"We'll be fine. The entire cast and crew have worked so hard for this, it'll be okay."

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be great." He smiled at you before clearing his throat and turning his attention back to the TV. "Anyway, what do you wanna watch tonight?"

"I thought it was your turn to pick?"

"It is but I'm feeling nice."

"Alright, how about 10 Things I Hate About You?"

"Yeah, we can watch that before, I've never seen it."

"What? First Romeo and Juliet and now this? How have you never seen it before? It's so good, it's one of my favourite films of all time. It's fitting actually because it's based on the Shakespeare play The Taming of the Shrew. And there's this one scene where the male sings for the female lead in front of everyone. Oh and the poem scene near the end makes my heart ache every time. And I'm rambling and spoiling it for you, I'm sorry." Jisung doubted that he could keep the look of affection from his face and at that moment he didn't care. He loved the way you rambled on about things you liked, he found it the most adorable thing ever.

"No it's alright, I think it's cute." You felt your cheeks up at his words, noticing how close his face was to yours. You could just lean in and kiss him.

Just lean in, your heart told you, but your brain kept you from doing something so stupid.

"Well, yeah, my point is it's really good but if you want to watch something else we can, it is meant to be your night to pick."

"We'll watch that, it does sound good."

***

You weren't even halfway through the film when you felt yourself grow tired and felt yourself drifting off. You hadn't been sleeping too well, thoughts and worries about Jisung keeping you up late at night. Even your dreams were filled with images of the boy beside you. Dreams where he cruelly broke your heart. You knew he wouldn't do that to you but it still hurt.

Jisung's body stiffened when he felt your head fall to his shoulder. He heard your steady breathing before realising you were asleep and relaxed a little, adjusting the blanket the two of you were sharing.

He continued to watch the movie, trying not to move too much so as to not wake you. You had been right about the movie, it really was great. He liked the scenes you had mentioned. He imagined himself serenading you with a marching band. Maybe one day he would sing to you one of the songs he had written about you. He would do it in a heartbeat if he was certain that you loved him too. Because it was love. It had taken him a long time to come to terms with the fact that like had turned into love. It, of course, hurt him to know you liked his best friend but he wouldn't change his feelings, even if he could. He quite liked the fall. Loved the way it felt to love you.

When the movie had finished you were still fast asleep. Jisung carefully maneuvered his way off of the sofa laying you down gently. He crouched beside you, looking at your peaceful face. It was the first time he had seen you look so peaceful in the last few days.

He had noticed something was up with you but when he asked you just dismissed him He hadn't wanted to pry so decided would wait until you came to talk to him first about it. He gently stroked your cheek and sighed. What was he going to do? He felt so helplessly in love with you. He knew was drowning but instead of saving himself, he was diving deeper and deeper.

He didn't want to leave you to sleep on his sofa so instead he gently picked you up in his arms and carried you to his bedroom, laying you down on his bed. He pulled the covers over you as you began to stir.

"Jisung?" You asked.

"It's alright, Y/N, you fell asleep so I carried you to my bed. I'll sleep on the sofa," He whispered softly. He turned to leave when he felt your hand grab his. He turned back to look at you.

"Please stay." Your eyes looked into his with a sense of pleading.

"Okay." You let go of his hand and he moved to the other side of the bed. He got under the covers, keeping a safe distance from you. But you turned onto your side to face him and moved closer. He turned to look at you. He wanted to reach out and touch you, kiss you, but he knew better. So instead he settled for admiring your features, his eyes tracing your soft smile and bright eyes.

"Goodnight, Jisung," You whispered, shutting your eyes.

"Goodnight, Y/N," He whispered back.

***

Jisung was the first to wake in the morning. The two of you had somehow moved even closer in your sleep. He wanted to start every day like this.

He knew you both needed to get ready for school but when he checked his phone there was still plenty of time so he decided to let you sleep for a little longer. He carefully moved away from you, getting out of bed. In the kitchen he found Hyunjin making himself some breakfast.

"Good morning."

"Morning Jisung, Y/N still asleep?"

"Yep. I'll wake her up in a bit but I can tell she's been really tired recently so I'll let her rest for now." He sat down at the breakfast table after getting some cereal for himself.

"That's so sweet of you, you guys are such a cute couple."

"It's not like that, Hyunjin."

"Not yet. But I have a good feeling about you two."

"Trust me, it'll never happen."

"Why? Because of her feelings for me." Jisung's head whipped up to look at Hyunjin.

"You know? If you know why not let her down easy instead of toying around with her? I swear to God if you hurt her, I-," He began to raise his voice. Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

"I thought you were smarter than that. I'm not playing around with her, I know that she used to have feelings for me, as in past tense."

"How do you know for certain she doesn't still like you?" He asked skeptically.

"Haven't you noticed her change in attitude toward me? She isn't as shy anymore. Besides I had my own theories about her feelings so I decided to put it to the test so I asked her out."

"You what?!"

"I asked her out. And guess what? She said no because she likes someone else and, well, I know who I'm putting my money on." Hyunjin had promised not to tell Jisung about your feelings for him but he wasn't telling Jisung that it was definitely him, he was just hinting, right? He was only trying to help. Watching you too pine after each other was becoming pretty unbearable.

"You think it's me? Yeah, right."

"Look, all I know is you were the one spooning with her all night, not anybody else."

"We weren't spooning!"

***

The first show went incredibly smoothly, of course, there was the usual stress of making sure you remember lines and cues, costume changes, etc but nothing went wrong. Jisung had managed to busy himself with neatening up his costume or being in his dressing room listening to the dialogue over the speakers during the kissing scenes. When it was time to gather on stage and do the final bow you stood next to Hyunjin and Jisung. Jisung was sure the whole audience could hear his heartbeat when you took his hand. You were sure the audience would notice how you were hesitant to pull your hand away from Jisung's. Part of you hoped he would notice too.

The curtain began to close as the cast celebrated and the audience continued to cheer. You turned to Jisung and threw your arms around him pulling him into an embrace. His own arms slid around your waist and you couldn't help but think that this felt right. Holding him like this.

After every show, this routine continued. When the final show came around you were feeling sad and scared. You feared now that the show was over you wouldn't see everyone you had grown close with as much anymore. Mostly, you feared you and Jisung would grow apart.

The curtain finally closed as the atmosphere on stage was still buzzing with energy. You smiled at Jisung who still had his arms around your waist from the hug the two of you once again shared.

"You did amazing!"

"Thank you, but you were just perfect, absolutely incredible." His words made you smile. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush.

"Thank you." You looked into his eyes and everyone else on the stage seemed to disappear. You could have sworn he was leaning in but he stopped himself. You both pulled away a little awkwardly.

"So, uh-"

"Hey, you two are you coming to Chan's party tonight?" Hyunjin asked, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

"Yeah, I just need to go home and get changed."

"Okay, cool, I brought something to wear so I'm gonna head straight there and help set up. What about you, Jisung?"

"Yeah, I'm coming too but I'll go home with Y/N first, I forgot to bring something to change into as well." His mind flashed to the outfit he had carefully picked out last night and had in fact put in his bag. He just wanted an excuse to walk you home.

"Cool, I'll see you both there," Hyunjin said, before turning away from you both.

"See you," You and Jisung called after him, both replying in unison.

***

Your phone pinged while you were finishing up your makeup and you opened it to see a message from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: Don't forget the deadline.

Y/N: What are you talking about?

Hyunjin: Your confession

Y/N: You were being serious about that?!

Hyunjin: Of course I was, you should do it tonight, at the party

Y/N: Okay fine, only because I really wanted to say something today after the final bow

You were interrupted by Jisung knocking on your door, ready to take you to the party. You quickly message Hyunjin to tell him Jisung was here before heading toward the door.

You had picked a nice dress, nothing too fancy but it looked amazing on you. As you opened the door, Jisung stared in awe.

"Wow." He blushed, realising he had said this out loud. "Sorry, I uh...you just look...wow."

"Thanks, Ji, you're looking pretty good yourself." And he was. But, to be quite frank, Jisung could be wearing a plastic bag and you'd still think he was hot.

"Ready to go?"

"Yep, come on." You locked your door, before taking his arm.

The walk from your accommodation to Changbin and Chan's apartment was only ten minutes long but it felt like time froze when you were with Jisung. You kept stealing glances at him as Hyunjin's messages on your phone kept popping up in your head.

"Jisung I..." You trailed off as he looked at you with those gorgeous eyes.

"What is it?" He asked softly. For him, the question was more of a plead for you to say the one thing he so desperately wanted you to say: I love you.

"Jisung, I..." Your mind flashed back to the nightmares you had been having about being rejected by him. In the dreams he was cruel, nothing like Jisung you knew. But just because he was kind didn't mean he wouldn't reject you. And it certainly didn't mean it wouldn't hurt all the same, even if he was nice about it. You couldn't confess what you really wanted to say so you confessed the next best thing. "I don't want us to stop being friends now that the show is over." It was bittersweet for Jisung. He was happy you didn't want to lose him but he wanted more than just friends.

"Of course, we'll still be friends, you can't get rid of me that easily." He smiled at you.

"Good. I don't wanna be rid of you anytime soon."

***

You had lost Jisung somewhere in the crowd of people.

The two of you had been dancing with Jeongin and Felix when Jeongin started to feel sick. You and Felix helped him to the bathroom. He never was a good drinker and you made a mental note to remind him of this tomorrow, as you gently patted his back as he was sick. Felix beside you was trying to be a supportive friend but you could see the way he was grimacing so you asked him to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen. When Jeongin was feeling a little better you both helped him up.

"I'll take him home, you stay here, go have fun."

"But-"

"No buts, go have fun with Jisung."

"Fine but text me if you need anything and message me when you both get home safe."

"I will, see you later."

Once they were out the door you turned back to the crowds of people. You wanted to find Jisung sooner rather than later because, honestly, he was almost as bad as Jeongin when it came to drinking. You were pretty tipsy but not drunk yet, Jisung on the other hand was one shot away from passing out the last time you saw him. You had been searching for what felt like forever when your phone pinged. You had hoped it was Jisung but it was Felix telling you himself and Jeongin were home safe.

"Well, two home safe, one to find," You murmured to yourself, continuing your search.

Struggling to find him because of the sheer mass of people, you headed to the kitchen to get yourself a drink instead when you met Hyunjin.

"Have you told him yet?"

"I tried to but I couldn't do it and now he's too drunk and I've lost him in the crowd of people. But please don't tell him, I promise I will tell him, eventually."

"Fine, I won't tell him, but I'm rooting for you."

"Y/N, I found you! My favourite person in the entire world!" Jisung had stumbled into the kitchen looking for you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your back into his chest in a hug. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his warm, flushed cheek against yours.

"Speak of the devil," Hyunjin said with a smile.

"Oh, Hyunjin, you're here too." Jisung pulled away from you but came to stand next to you with an arm around your shoulder. "Sorry, was I interrupting something? I know you like him, Y/N," He whispered to you.

You don't know anything, Ji.

"Yeah we were just talking about you actually. But anyway, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go dance, leave you two be." He winked at you before moving away.

You turned to look at the boy beside you. He had a silly grin on his face as he engulfed you in another hug.

"You're drunk, come on, I'm taking you home, you've had enough." You were the only thing keeping him upright so you wrapped an arm around his waist and wrapped his around your shoulder before helping him out of the apartment. The 10-minute walk must have taken at least 30 with you practically having to drag Jisung.

"Where are your keys?" You held out your free hand that wasn't supporting Jisung.

"Not telling." He said with a giggle.

"I'll leave you out here in the corridor."

"You're mean," He said but reached into his pocket, pulling out his keys and handing them to you.

Once you had got him inside you managed to get him to his bedroom. You took his shoes and jacket off but knew it would be too much of a struggle to get him changed.

"I'll get you some water, stay here." He nodded, lying his head down. You quickly got a glass of water for him before returning to his room, pacing it on the cabinet beside his bed. "Here, now get some sleep, message me if you need anything. Goodnight, Ji."

"Please stay."

You smiled slightly.

"Deja vu," You said, thinking back to the time you had asked him to do the same thing. "Alright." You took off your own shoes and jacket before slipping into the bed, next to him. There were a few minutes of comfortable silence, you thought perhaps he had fallen asleep. You reached out and gently stroked his hair. Jisung's eyes remained closed but he spoke up.

"Why him?" He asked.

"What?"

"Why Hyunjin? Why can't you love me? Because I love you." Your breathing hitched in your throat.

"Jisung, you're drunk."

"Yes, I'm drunk, but that doesn't mean I can't be honest." You stayed silent for a moment. Do you confess? Do you tell him how you really feel? But what if he woke up in the morning and told you he never meant it, he was just drunk?

"Can't you kiss me? Just once. Not as practice for a play or to make kissing someone else feel better but as a real kiss. A kiss from a girl to a boy who's totally and utterly head over heels for her." And in that moment, you wanted to kiss him. More than anything. You cupped his face but didn't kiss him. You leaned your forehead against Jisung's.

"I don't like Hyunjin anymore," You whispered in the dark. "And I can't kiss you, not properly, it would be wrong of me because of how drunk you are right now." You laughed, thinking about how drunk he really was.

"But for now, I hope this will do." You leaned up and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. "If you remember this, and mean what you say, Ji, tell me you love me again." He hummed in agreement as sleep overtook him. You sighed, looking at his peaceful face before finally closing your eyes.

***

You were the first to wake the next day. You smiled remembering last night and hoped that Jisung would remember too. It wasn't long after that Jisung began to stir.

"Good morning." He smiled at you as he stretched out.

"Morning, how are you feeling?"

"Everything's fuzzy." You laughed lightly.

"Have fun last night?"

"I'm assuming so and, by the looks of things, I'm guessing you had to help me home." Your smile faltered. Of course, he wouldn't remember. He probably didn't even mean it, you thought to yourself.

"You can't remember?" Jisung picked up on your sad tone.

"I remember playing beer pong with Changbin but everything's hazy after that. Why, did something bad happen?" You ignored his question, moving away from him.

"I've got to go," You said, quickly getting up and reaching for your shoes and jacket.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up and watching as you frantically pulled on your jacket.

"Nothing's wrong, I've just got to go."

"Did I do something last night? Please, Y/N, tell me. Did something happen?"

"No... nothing happened. It was nothing." You quickly hurried out of the room as Jisung scrambled to get out of bed.

"Morning Y/N-Oookay," Hyunjin, who was sitting in the living room, said as you raced past him and out of the door without a word.

"Y/N!" Jisung called after you, rushing out of his room. He turned to look at Hyunjin. "What did I do last night? I can't remember but Y/N is upset about something."

"I don't know, but I'm sure it'll come back to you then you can sort out whatever is going on."

What am I not remembering?

***

All week you had been avoiding Jisung and he knew it. Other than the few classes you shared, he never saw you. Even in these classes, your conversations were short and awkward. If he asked you to hang out you would always apologise and say you already had plans. You even canceled your movie night that week saying you had to study for a quiz in one of your classes.

It was hurting Jisung and he became irritable, snapping at his friends.

"I'm not the one avoiding you, no need to snap at me!" Hyunjin said. "She's literally on the floor above, just go up there and ask her why she's avoiding you."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

Because I just can't." Hyunjin groaned.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed, I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass right now."

Jisung turned back around to face the TV to watch the film he had put on. Alone. He had put on 10 Things I Hate About You again, thinking back to how cute you were when talking about it. But as he watched he found he couldn't focus and grew bored. It wasn't right without you. He turned it off before dragging himself to the bathroom hoping a nice shower would clear his mind. But it didn't. Eventually, he made his way to bed. He lay in the darkness, looking up at the ceiling, trying to think of something, anything, he could have done that had made you avoid him. He turned on his side looking at the side of the bed you had once laid on.

"What am I not remembering?" He asked himself, out loud.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus. A hazy image of you helping him home and into bed cleared in his mind. His words echoed in his head. Please stay.

He reached up and touched his hair as he remember you doing the same that night. But try as he might to remember more, he had exhausted his brain and he was beginning to get a headache. He sighed in defeat as he could remember no more, deciding to sleep instead.

***

You were in his dreams. There were words of love whispered in the dark and forehead kisses. Jisung sat up suddenly. He thought at first it was just a dream but it felt too familiar, too real.

He jumped out of bed and threw on the first pair of shoes he could find, running out the door and along the corridor. He just prayed that nobody was planning on attempting to break into his and Hyunjin's apartment that night because they would be greeted by an unlocked door. He raced up the stairs, running two at a time before he finally came face to face with your door. He frantically knocked. He heard shuffling inside.

"Who is it? I'll ring the police, I swear to god."

"Y/N, it's me?" He heard the door being unlocked.

"Jisung? What the hell are you doing here, it's like 4 in the morning?"

"I'm sorry but I really need to talk to you."

"Look-"

"No, please, it's important. Please, don't push me away," He pleaded with you.

"Fine, but be quiet, Lily's sleeping.," You sighed, allowing him into your apartment. You locked the front door and led him to your room, shutting the door. You sat down on your bed as he stood awkwardly fidgeting with his hands.

"What's up?"

"You've been avoiding me. It's been bugging me because I knew that something was wrong and it was to do with the party but I just couldn't remember. I was able to piece together small interactions last night before bed, like me asking you to stay but I just couldn't remember everything."

"Ji-"

"Please, just let me finish," He said as he sat down next to you on the bed, looking straight into your eyes. "But then I fell asleep and I had a dream but it wasn't just a dream it felt so familiar. I'm hoping it's not my mind messing with me but that night you asked me to repeat my words if I remembered that moment and truly felt that way. Well, guess what? I remembered. So I just came over to tell you, I love you, Y/N." You stared at him with a shocked expression. The hopeful glint in his eyes began to fade as you sat there, not saying a word. You felt the tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Y/N, are you alright? I'm sorry. Shit, did I remember wrong? Oh god, and I just confessed."

"No, you remember everything just right. You did as I asked." You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him. After a moment of shock, he hesitantly placed his own arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Does this mean you feel the same way?"

"I do, I love you, Ji, of course, I love you. I think I have since that first day when you sat next to me at the script read." You pulled back slightly to look at him. He smiled at you, brushing away your tears. "And the night of the party, when we were talking about the kiss, I wanted so badly to tell you that the kiss wasn't nothing, it was what made me realise I loved you. I was just scared to tell you in case you woke up and said it was just the alcohol talking." He smiled brightly at you again.

"I can't tell you how happy you've just made me. Does this mean I can take you out sometime?"

"Of course, you can." You leaned in to hug him again.

"Hey, Y/N?" You pulled back to look at him. "How about that kiss now?"

"Oh, you mean this one?" You kissed his forehead and looked back at him. He rolled his eyes playfully as you giggled lightly.

"Haha, very funny." Your soft laughter died away as you just looked at him. Admired the way the light from the moon landed on his skin, the way his eyes sparkled as he looked at you, the way his lips look just too kissable. Your hand cupped his cheek. "Come here," He whispered, barely audible, as he pulled you onto his lap. You leaned in to meet his lips.

And as you kissed him you thought back to everything that had happened in the past few months and just how lucky you were to have been cast in the play. As you kissed him the whole world faded away and you were just a girl kissing a boy who was totally and utterly head over heels for her.

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