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silversatoru · 3 years

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Can i regurst a gojo x reader smut where y/n is gojo’s ex girlfriend and also a strong jujutsu sorcerer and they get back together asdfghjkl 🥺😂? Tyy 🥺

hehhee yes ma’am here u are!!! i actually loved writing this one (i think i just have a thing for writing gojo lately lmao) anyway! i! hope! you! enjoy!

to heaven and back

gojo satoru x f! sorcerer!reader

synopsis: you and your ex, gojo satoru, beat the hell out of a few special grade curses and then head back to his house to rekindle an old (and kind of kinky) flame

tags/warnings: nsfw (18+), smut, handcuffs, blindfolding, little bit of oral sex, teasing, alcohol consumption, some fluff at the end? just a little

word count: 3.1k

You lifted your elegant glass of random wine that you could care less about knowing the name of, and took a long sip. All of these old rich bastards talked way too much about brand names, aging, and what cheese paired well with each wine. They were missing what was really important — which one would get you drunk the quickest.

These kinds of formal events weren’t really your scene, and having to listen to a bunch of old, conservative, high-up jujutsu leaders was terribly boring — so why not take this opportunity to get a little tipsy? You deserved it for putting up with all of these assholes. After all, the only reason they invited you to this prestigious event was for protection. If that pesky band of special grade curses caught wind that all of the higher ups from both Kyoto and Tokyo were in the same place, they were sure to launch some kind of attack. The old, wrinkly douchebags couldn’t care less about your opinions of the jujutsu world and how you would change it, they only liked you for incredible cursed technique.

And so here you were, spitefully wearing your most elegant dress and downing glasses of wine in an attempt to drown out all of the nonsense around you. There was only one thing that could make this event any worse and—

“Hello everyone! The strongest jujutsu sorcerer has arrived — I know you were all looking forward to my appearance”.

And there it was. There was that one thing that could make this event any worse. Gojo Satoru.

You dipped your head low, burying yourself in your glass of wine and praying to any god who would listen to not let this man see you. It’s been over two years since the two of you broke up, but he still wasn’t someone you enjoyed running into.

Gojo was terribly notorious for having a long line of girls at his disposal, and with his incredible strength and annoyingly good-looks, it wasn’t hard to understand why. The two of you had never been in an officially committed relationship, and so technically Gojo was free to do as he pleased — but you were practically dating and your heart ached every time you caught wind of him being with another woman. And so two years ago you cut things off with him for good — you were tired of being the one he always ran back to at the end of the day.

He’d looked at you with eyes full of pain that night, begging and pleading to stay with him. He showed you a vulnerable side to him that you had never seen before — and he swore to you that if you had asked to make things official, he would have committed himself to you fully. You declined however, because you felt like you shouldn’t have needed to ask for that kind of thing — but maybe that was just your ego getting in the way.

“Hey, beautiful, I’ve never seen you around before, you must be from the Tokyo campus,” Some random assistant casually leaned against the counter you were sitting at and shook you out of your thoughts.

“If you’ve never seen me before then you must not be very important,” You shot him a distasteful glance, taking another sip of your wine.

The man’s face lit up with panic — he must not have been expecting such retaliation to his pathetic attempt of flirting.

“Are you bothering her?” A familiar voice came from behind you — a long, slender hand slapping down onto your shoulder, “Please don’t flirt with my wife”.

“Ah- Wife? I’m so sorry, sir,” The man stumbled over his words, bowing his head to Gojo and scurrying away.

Gojo wasted no time sliding into the seat next to you and pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottle you’d already been working on.

“Really? You’re telling people I’m your wife now?” You gave him a deadpanned look.

“It worked, didn’t it?” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his glass.

You rolled your eyes hard, “Why are you here, Satoru?”

“Same reason as you. The old, conservative pussies are afraid those special grades might attack — so why not invite their two prized sorcerers to protect them?”

“Fair,” You let out a heavy sigh, “Not sure that was their best move though — I don’t think either one of us is very motivated to save these fuckers”.

“No, but I brought my students with me today. So, if anything does happen, make sure you put on a show for them,” He winked, already topping off his wine glass.

You looked over to see a few kids sitting a couple tables away from the two of you, chatting amongst themselves and wondering why the fuck they had to be here.

And so an hour or two went by, and to your surprise, you found yourself laughing hysterically alongside Gojo. The two of you had definitely drank a bit too much, and your personalities complimented each other a little too perfectly. You shared the same terrible sense of humor and he had quite the knack for bringing out this lighthearted side of you. You had missed moments like this these past two years.

Neither of you were paying any attention to the current debate that was occurring between the higher ups when a loud crash sent broken pieces of glass flying through the grand hall. Sure enough, the curses had made their appearance and came flying into the building through a now broken window.

“It’s our time to shine, huh?” Gojo looked over at you, and you imagined that his icy blue eyes were swirling with excitement under that mask.

“Yeah, let’s make this quick,” You found a warm ball of excitement churning in your own stomach — it’d been a long time since the two of you had fought together.

Your technique revolved around the manipulation of cursed energy and converting it into light. You could wrap yourself in a shield of light, send curse-filled bursts of light at your enemies, and move at the speed of light as well — which was almost as efficient as Gojo’s teleportation abilities. You had a series of more advanced moves as well, but those required more energy output and therefore you used them a little less often.

The two of you were both able to move so fast that the curses really didn’t stand a chance. You found yourself laughing as you flipped through the air, hurling balls of light at the curses as Gojo worked closer in hand-to-hand combat. At one point, while the two of you were flying past each other, Gojo stuck out his hand and gave you a high five, both of you smiling like maniacs who enjoyed fighting a little too much.

Between Gojo’s Limitless and your extreme agility and bursts of light, the curses were quickly forced to flee. Both of you were feeling much too drunk and much too lazy to chase after them, even with all of the higher ups begging you to do so. Gojo simply flipped them off and stuck out his tongue, saying that he did what they paid him to do — keep the curses away — and now that the curses had been scared off, he was no longer needed.

“You want to come back with me, relieve more of our old memories together? I remember how much you loved sleeping in my king sized bed,” Gojo looked back at you, offering one of his large, slender hands.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your stupid, stupid heart, but you reached out and took his hand, “Fuck it, let’s go”.

Gojo’s house on the outskirts of the Tokyo campus was just as you remembered — sleek black interior with modern furniture and extravagantly silky sheets on his bed — his same bed that you were currently sprawled out on, laying in nothing but your undergarments.

Gojo joined you a couple minutes later, his bare skin warm and familiar against yours. He pressed a few sloppy kisses to your lips, both of you still incredibly tipsy and unable to stop the small giggles from leaking out between your lips while you kissed.

“Take the blind fold off you weirdo,” You pulled at the back of the black fabric.

“Mmm, okay,” He mumbled, undoing the knot and exposing his piercing blue eyes.

“So pretty,” You murmured under your breath — his eyes really were the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life

His fluffy silver hair fell down messily over his face, a drunken smile stretched across his lips. His smile quickly turned into a devilish grin as he slipped the mask over your eyes instead, tying a tight not at the back of your head.

“This isn’t what I meant,” You droned, but you didn’t argue — you certainly weren’t opposed to being blindfolded.

“It looks good on you,” He slurred, his words messy and his lips even messier as he pressed them back against yours.

The kisses seemed to last forever, and both of you were perfectly okay with that — your hands taking their time exploring each other’s bodies for the first time in far too long.

Gojo’s hands worked their way up your back, tracing lines along your toned muscles until he finally reached the nape of your neck. His fingers entangled themselves in your hair, soft hums coming from his lips.

“I still have handcuffs, if you’re still into that sort of thing,” he mused, massaging his fingertips into your scalp.

“Damn, I can’t believe you remember what I like. I thought my preferences would have gotten lost among the sea of other women you were pleasing,” You let the snarky remark roll off your tongue, though there was clearly no real spite in your words — you’re both adults and what happened then was in the past now.

“It wasn’t even that many,” He defended, “And you were the only one who ever mattered”.

“I’m flattered,” You laughed, “Now, where are those handcuffs?”

Gojo stifled a deep laugh, his hands leaving your hair as he lifted himself up and stood from the bed. When he returned a few moments later, there was cool metal wrapping around both of your wrists. He had two sets of handcuffs, putting one on each wrist and then hooking the other side to the bed posts.

You were entirely at his disposal now, your hands secured over your head and your vision blocked off by the black mask.

“I could tickle you right now and there’s nothing you could do,” Gojo observed aloud, pressing kisses up the side of your torso.

“Satoru, I would kick the living shit out of you,” You threaten, goosebumps growing under your skin.

“Yeah, but you can’t touch me unless I let you,” He retaliated, his soft hands reaching underneath your bra to feel your breasts.

You groaned in response — his Limitless really did make him impossible.

He cupped each of his hands around your firm lumps, gently massaging them between his fingers. His cool fingertips then made their way down to your lower body, swiftly removing your remaining underwear. You were now completely exposed to him, chills running down your spine as you wondered what he would do next.

You heard a shaky breath leave his lips, his hungry hands massaging circles into your thighs, “God, you’re so beautiful. I missed you so much, you know that?”

“I’m sure you did,” You breathed, “I’m a wonderful person to be around”.

Gojo let out a hearty laugh, and you heard what you assumed to be the sound of his own underwear getting thrown to the floor. A few seconds later he was straddling your torso, his warm thighs wrapped around your body. You couldn’t see it, but you knew his massive member had to be right in front of your face now.

“Remind me what that pretty mouth can do,” He cooed, pressing the tip of his length gently to your lips.

You graciously granted him access, parting your lips and taking the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip, earning a few twitches from Gojo’s body. You began to bob your head back and forth as much as the handcuffs allowed, a few quiet moans leaving his throat in response.

He began to move his hips against you, gingerly pushing his member deeper and deeper into your mouth until you were taking the full length down your throat. He groaned and let a few curse words slide from between his teeth — your mouth was wrapped so perfectly around him. Tears pricked at your eyes and a couple rough gags ripped through your throat, Gojo finally pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath.

After that, you felt a single one of his long, slim fingers slide into your mouth, and you wasted no time wrapping it in your tongue and sucking hard.

“Good girl,” He murmured, plucking his finger back out of your mouth and moving it down to your aching entrance.

Between the saliva on his finger and the slick juices around your opening — his finger slid in effortlessly. He started moving in quick movements, curling his finger up into your g-spot each time. A few light moans left your lips, your fists clenching in the cuffs as your yearned for more. His finger felt good, but you wanted the real thing — you needed it.

“Satoru, please,” You practically whined his name, a tiny bit ashamed for how desperate you were for him right now.

“Patience, love,” He clicked his tongue and your heart did somersaults at the endearing name.

He removed his singular finger and intertwined it with a second one before sliding them back into your cavern. He picked up a steady pace again, your breath hitching in your throat. Two fingers was certainly better than one, but the continuous teasing was just making you even more desperate to feel his member inside of you. You mumbled his name over and over, small pleads and shameless whispers leaving your mouth as you bucked your hips against his hands.

“No ones fucked you as good as I used to, have they? You’re horribly desperate right now” He clicked his tongue again, removing his fingers and moving them up to your clit. He rubbed the smallest, softest circles against the small nub, your core growing warmer with desire.

“I won’t make you wait any longer then,” He whispered, sitting back and positioning the head of his length against your throbbing cunt.

“Please,” You mumbled fervently, any ego or pride that you once had was completely down the drain now.

Your pleads were finally rewarded, Gojo pressing himself deep into your tight walls. The immediate feeling was complete bliss, your head rolling back in pleasure as you heard a throaty moan creep it’s way out of Gojo’s mouth. His moans were so pretty — god, you’d missed the sound of them.

He moved in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace at first, your hips bucking and wiggling as you made fervent attempts to make him go faster.

“So eager…” He shook his head, continuing to move at a pace that was absolutely agonizing — you thought you might die if he didn’t rail the hell out of you soon.

“Please, fuck,” You gasped, “Stop moving so goddamn slowly”.

“Your whines are so pretty, baby. Say my name and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” He murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Fucking hell,” You gritted your teeth, “Please Satoru, please fuck me already”.

“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath, your words sending electricity coursing through his body.

After hearing you say that, he was quick to give you what you wanted, picking up his pace and wrapping his hands firmly around your hips. Strangled combinations of moans, whimpers, and cries filled the air as they flew from your mouth. You didn’t care how loud or desperate you sounded, you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel.

The two of you were an entangled mess of sweaty skin and throaty moans, Gojo filling your ears with praises and compliments the entire time. His lengthy member railed into you over and over, hitting that perfect pleasure point with each stroke and sending warm surges of ecstasy through your veins.

Your bodies moved together in sync, your breaths aligning and your climaxes threatening to arrive simultaneously. After a few more firm strokes, you felt yourself drowning in pleasure — euphoria crashing through your body like waves. Gojo reached his end point just a few moments later, his loud cuss words and strangled moans filling your ears.

The two of you rode out your orgasms together, and almost immediately afterwards Gojo collapsed next to you. He lazily reached up and uncuffed each of your hands, leaving the cuffs dangling from his bed posts just in case there was a round two in his future. He rolled the sticky condom off his member and tossed into a nearby trash bin, a relaxed sigh slipping between his parted lips. You peeled the black mask off of your eyes, finally able to meet his again.

He was staring at you with eyes filled with all kinds of emotions — the emotions that he’d been too afraid to admit to the first time the two of you were together. But he wasn’t afraid of commitment anymore, he was absolutely certain about what he wanted, and it was you.

“Stay with me,” He asked, his eyes pleading with you, “I’m ready this time, I promise. I’m all yours, if you’ll have me”.

You found a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you looked deeper into his eyes, “Of course I’ll stay, as long as you still feel this way when you wake up sober tomorrow”.

“I’ll feel this way forever,” He pressed his head into you and mumbled into your chest, “And I’ll remind you as many times as you need to hear it”.

You wrapped your arms around him in response, the two of you fitting impeccably together. He placed a few gentle kisses to your skin before his breathes began to slow. You found your own breathing to be evening out, your cloudy thoughts pushing you closer and closer to sleep. The two of you slowly drifted off together, your heavy breaths falling perfectly in sync.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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drunk mistakes ~ johnny depp

word count: 1576

request?: yes!

“If you write for Johnny Depp, can I request one where he and the reader have known each other for a while and he's madly in love with her but he's too shy to ask her out, afraid she would never like him because she's younger. Then one day at a party she gets drunk and kisses him, and the next morning she doesn't exactly remember it and he's hurt because the kiss made his feelings way stronger. After some days of Johnny being down, she talks with him and he finally confesses <3″

description: when she wakes up in her best friend’s bed and barley remembers the night before, their friendship is strained until she gets him to confess a secret he’s been keeping for years

pairing: teen!johnny depp x female!reader

warnings: swearing, underaged drinking, smoking

masterlist (one, two)

I groaned as the light hit my face, causing my head to pound as if it had been filled with nails. I felt like garbage. Why did I drink so much? Why did my friends let me drink so much?

I rolled over so my back was to the window, only to find a body in bed next to me. Despite the throbbing pain in my head, I yelped in shock and sat up quickly. That’s when I realized I wasn’t in my room and felt panic rising within me. What had I done last night? Or I guess who had I done?

My reaction woke the person sleeping next to me and I breathed out a sigh of relief when I realized it was my best friend, Johnny, and we were in his bedroom - luckily, both fully clothed.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “Forgot where I was for a second.”

“That would require you to remember getting here,” Johnny teased. “You were pretty drunk when I brought you here.”

He had a point. The last thing I remembered from the night before was arriving at my friend’s house for a part and immediately having a drink shoved in my hand. I didn’t even remember seeing Johnny at the party.

I laid back down and groaned again at the pain in my head. Johnny chuckled and got up to get me water and an Aspirin. I noticed my phone on the bedside table next to me and cringed at the thought of how many angry texts I likely had from my parents. I was pleasantly shocked to see the only text on my lock screen was from my mom, and it read, “Okay honey, text us in the morning.”

When Johnny returned, I turned my phone to face him. “Did you text my parents for me? There’s no way they’d be this calm if I texted them in my drunken state.”

Johnny chuckled in response. “You really don’t remember that?”

I shook my head. “I don’t remember anything from last night.”

His joking smile slowly fell. He passed me the glass of water and Aspirin and turned away from me. His voice was flat as he said, “You asked me to text them for you so they wouldn’t know you were drunk. I told them you stayed at Winona’s for the night.”

I swallowed the pill with a giant mouthful of cold water, which felt like heaven in my dry mouth.

“Why did I come here?” I asked. “I usually do stay at Winona’s when she throws a party.”

“You insisted on coming over. You crashed in my bed and...”

He trailed off. He still wouldn’t face me and I was starting to feel concerned. I got up and approached him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from me, immediately heading towards his bedroom door again.

“I forgot there was...something my parents asked me to do. You can let yourself out, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Johnny, wait - ”

He closed the door on me before I could say anything else.

~~~~~~

Johnny ignored me the next day. He didn’t sit with us at lunch, and the one class he and I had together he skipped. I tried to text and call, I even went over to his house but his parents told me he wasn’t home.

This went on for a week. No one would tell me why. They kept claiming they didn't know what was happening, but I could tell when I was being lied to, especially by my friends.

Winona was my best friend, and it was her party I went to the day before Johnny stopped talking to me. She had to know the answers, and I knew she’d tell me eventually.

“I don’t know what happened,” she insisted. “We were all drunk, we were all doing stupid stuff.”

“We always stick together at parties, you had to have witnessed whatever I did to make Johnny mad.”

Winona looked at me and started to walk away. I weaved through the crowded school hallway to catch up with her. I took hold of her arm to stop her from walking and turned her to face me. “Winona, please. He’s my best friend, my other best friend. He hasn’t spoken to me in a week. Whatever I did, I need to fix it.”

She sighed before taking my arm and dragging me towards the girls bathroom. She checked the stalls to see if anyoone else was there before finally turning to face me again.

“You kissed Johnny.”

“What?!”

“Shh!” she said, glancing at the door behind me. “You were really drunk, and Johnny was kind of tipsy. Being the caring friend he is, he was trying to get you to drink water so you wouldn’t get too hungover. You told him you loved him and...and you kissed him. He was smart enough to stop you because he didn’t want to take advantage of you, but you were stuck to him all night after that. You even insisted on staying the night at his place instead of at mine, which is why you woke up there the next morning.”

I leaned against the bathroom sink, trying to digest the whole situation. I was trying to remember, but it was like someone had taken my memories of that night.

“I-I don’t understand, is he mad at me for that?” I asked. “He didn’t seem mad when we woke up.”

“He’s not mad, he’s...hurt.” I opened my mouth to respond, but she stopped me before I could. “Look...I didn’t tell you this but...Johnny has feelings for you. He has for a while and...he told Tim that that kiss intensified the feelings. When he realized you couldn’t even remember that night he felt hurt. He really hoped...”

She trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish her sentence. I knew what Johnny had hoped, and now I felt hurt knowing I had hurt him.

“Tell Mrs. Smith I went home sick,” I told Winona as I headed for the bathroom door.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To find Johnny.”

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He came crawling under the bleachers moments after I had settled myself there. I had a cigarette lit between my fingers and had taken a small puff when he arrived.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked.

“You’re my best friend, Johnny, I always knew this is where you went,” I told him. “I never came to talk because I figured you didn’t want to, but I think it’s time we discuss the issue of Winona’s party.”

He seemed hesitant at first, but when I offered him a puff from the cigarette he decided to settle next to me and accepted the cigarette.

“So, Winona told you?” he asked.

“After a lot of interrogation, yes,” I said. “Why wouldn’t you tell me, though? Or why wouldn’t any of our friends say anything?”

“I asked them not to,” he said. “I...I didn’t want our friendship to be ruined.”

“But you stopped talking to me for a week. Not even a warning or anything. I didn’t even remember what happened until I made Winona tell me. I thought you were mad with me.”

“I figured it was best that you didn’t remember.”

“Shouldn’t that be my decision to make?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he took another puff of the cigarette. I waited for him to blow the smoke out of his mouth before I asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you had feelings for me?”

He coughed in surprise, his eyes widening as he looked at me. “Winona told you that?”

“I promised I wouldn’t say.”

I took the cigarette back and held it between my fingers, wanting to take away Johnny’s only ability to waste time in his explanation.

“I told you, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he said. “You’re my best friend and we run in the same friend group, I can’t imagine ruining that whole dynamic because of some stupid feelings I have for you.”

“I wouldn’t call them stupid,” I said. “And maybe if you had told me, I would’ve told you sooner that I also have feelings for you.”

He shook his head, which I raised an eyebrow at in response.

“There’s no way,” he said. “You...you just said I’m your best friend.”

“And shouldn’t your significant other be your best friend?” I countered. “Johnny, I’ve had a crush on you since grade school. I thought it was just because I thought you were really cute, and then when we became friends I figured that’s all we were meant to be. But those feelings have always been there, I guess the same as they’ve been there for you.”

He was speechless, which made me giggle. I shuffled closer to him, so close that our shoulders were touching. I took one last puff from the still burning cigarette and put it out in the grass next to me. I rested my head on his shoulder and he placed his arm around mine.

“What do we do with this information now?” I asked.

“What do you want to do with it?” he responded.

“Well, we could go on a date.”

Johnny hummed as if he were thinking before saying, “What do you say we ditch the rest of the day and go to the diner instead?”

I smiled up at him and said, “Okay, I’d love that.”

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blu-joons · 3 years

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He Confesses To You ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Chan:

Ever since you arrived at the dorm Chan hadn’t said a word to you, and as you spotted him walk into his room, you finally decided to follow him and confront him.

His body jumped as you closed the door behind him, demanding to know why he’d decided to go radio silent on you like he never had before.

“It’s nothing, I’m just having one of those days,” he lied, trying to step around you, but you were firm in standing your ground.

You sighed softly, “Chan, if something is going on, I want to know so I can help you. It’s unfair of you to shut me out like when I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You’ve done a lot wrong,” he challenged, frowning as you gasped. “Because you don’t realise how much I’m falling for you. I can’t be around you without smiling or feeling butterflies in my tummy and I can’t contain these feelings I have for you anymore.”

“Why didn’t you say something then?” You asked, sitting down on the end of his bed.

“Because you don’t like me,” he replied, sitting beside you.

Your head shook, he couldn’t have been more wrong. “Clearly you don’t know me as well as you think you do. Chan, you’re smart, handsome, funny, kind, any girl would be lucky to have you. Do you think I’ve not fallen for you too, look at you?”

“You really mean all of that?” He asked, feeling you take a hold of his hand, “don’t just say that to try and make me feel better.”

“I really mean it, and if you do too, then maybe you should ask me on a date some time.”

Minho:

Any time Minho had a few drinks in him, you found that his thoughts ran away with him. As he sat beside you at the dorm, you could smell it on him instantly.

His hand rested against your thigh, giggling away to himself as you studied him closely, wanting to make sure that he really was alright.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are Y/N?” Minho questioned, tapping several times against your leg.

Your shoulders shrugged, placing your hand over his to stop. “I’m sure you have Minho, your kind enough to tell me every day.”

“But do I tell you I love you?” He continued to query, “because I do. Every time I look at you, I wonder how cool it would be if I got to introduce everyone to you as my girlfriend, because that’s what I’d like you to be. And that would make me your boyfriend.”

“Minho, I think you’re drunk,” you frowned, “you don’t mean that. This is just tipsy you talking.”

“It’s not,” he assured you, smiling across at you.

You smiled in return, watching as his body relaxed back on the sofa. “Maybe we’ll talk more about this in the morning and see how much you remember. Because if you really remember this conversation, you’ll remember me telling you now that I like you.”

“Shh, don’t tell anyone,” he whined, covering your mouth with his hand. “We don’t want Minho to find out that you like someone.”

“You are Minho…wait, never mind, this’ll be funny to tell you in the morning.”

Changbin:

Having met through mutual friends, you and Changbin quickly got to know each other, any time your friends gathered, he’d be there.

On one evening, the two of you had found yourselves sat around the table beside each other, talking to each other constantly without a breath.

“Y/F/N sure has some beautiful friends,” he murmured, staring directly across at you, moving a little closer towards you.

You nodded, glancing around the group, “I guess he does. I look at some of the girls around the table and I always get a little jealous.”

“But you are beautiful,” he stated, letting go of a deep breath. “Sure, there are some beautiful girls around here, but I don’t think any of them compare to you. You’re the only one that I’m looking at, who always has my attention.”

“Changbin, that’s cute of you, but I don’t need sympathy,” you told him, smiling weakly.”

“But it’s true, I like you,” he admitted.

He rested his hand over yours, intertwining his fingers with your own. “There’s no way someone like you could like someone like me. I know that I don’t compare, I never have done, why else do you think I spend most of the night alone?”

“You’re not alone with me,” he whispered. “Just let me take you on one date, I’ll prove to you how I really feel about you Y/N.”

“Alright, I guess one date won’t hurt. Maybe we could go now? Anywhere to get out of here.”

Hyunjin:

For most of the night, Hyunjin had been acting suspiciously strange around you, every time you neared him, he’d back away or find someone else to talk to.

Eventually he appeared beside you, holding tightly onto his drink, you looked away from him, hearing him sigh beside you.

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been an idiot all night,” he apologised, resting a hand against your shoulder.

You nodded, reluctantly turning to face him. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you ignoring me all night, but I’d love to know the reason.”

“I’m the reason,” he sighed, staring off to the ground, “because I was building up the courage to tell you something that I’ve wanted to tell you for quite some time. I wanted to tell you that I like you, but I just didn’t know how to do it.”

“You like me?” You questioned, searching for clarification. “How long have you liked me for.”

“A while,” he admitted, brushing a hand through his hair.

You chuckled lightly, seeing him so nervous brought a smile to your face. “You don’t need to look so scared; how would you feel if I told you that I liked you too? I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move, so I didn’t have to.”

“Why did you wait for me to make the first move? I thought that you didn’t like me,” he chuckled, shaking his head across at you.

“Because I thought you didn’t like me too, we’re both as bad as each other!”

Han:

Watching all of the boys conveniently retire to bed for the night had you slightly confused as you looked across at Han, the only member left.

He was silent as you tried to figure out what was going on, staring across at him until he spoke to you and explained what was happening.

“I wanted them to make it subtle, but they didn’t exactly do a good job,” he nervously chuckled, playing with his hands in his lap.

You frowned questionably back at him, “what did you want them to be subtle for? Can you just tell me what on earth is going on, please?”

“I wanted to have a moment alone with you because there’s been something I’ve wanted to say to you,” he informed you, “I wanted the chance to tell you that I like you without any of them being around, but it’s not gone exactly to plan.”

“If you’ve told me that you like me, how’s it not gone to plan?” You challenged him.

“I probably look a fool,” he murmured.

You moved across the sofas so that you were sat beside him, “I don’t think that you look like a fool. If anything, I’m glad that you’ve told me how you feel, I was beginning to think that maybe you just didn’t like me or something.”

“What? How could I not like you?” He yelled, resting his hands against your shoulders, “you’re incredible, you know I like you.”

“I do, and hopefully you’ll feel better knowing that I like you too Han.”

Felix:

From the moment you were hired as a backing dancer for the two, Felix had always had a very close eye on everything that you did.

He loved having you around and enjoying your energy, practically beginning the bosses to let him be the one to dance with you.

“I have to tell you something,” he whispered to you as you took your final bow on the last night on tour.

His hand was in yours, dragging you to a quiet area backstage as soon as you stepped off the stage. “What’s so important that you have to tell me now?”

“I don’t want tonight to be the last time we see each other,” he spoke, quickly catching his breath. “I needed to tell you that I like you before it’s too late, I don’t want to lose you if you move on and go and work for someone else.”

“Lix, where’s this coming from?” You asked, “why has it taken you so long to say anything?”

“Because I was scared,” he confessed.

You chuckled, brushing your hand through his messy hair. “You didn’t ever need to be afraid, I just wished you’d have told me sooner. I hated always getting so close to you onstage, knowing that you’d probably never like me back.”

“You like me?” He whispered, glancing across at you, “how long have you liked me for? Why would you even like me?”

“From the moment we started working together, I could just tell there was something special in you.”

Seungmin:

The two of you were the last ones up in the dorm playing on the console in quite a heated battle, which you eventually emerged as the winner of.

You turned to face Seungmin, as the winner of the game, you had to sit back and let him tell you a TMI about himself.

“Can I be super honest?” He asked, pressing his palms together, “I don’t know how you’ll react to this though, it’s quite a big deal.”

Your body turned to face him, “I promise I won’t judge you for whatever you say. You can’t bail on me now, I’m excited to hear what it is.”

“Alright, I like you,” he confessed, taking you slightly by surprise. “I didn’t really know how or where to tell you, but I might as well say it now without the boys around. I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected or wanted to hear, I just wanted to be honest.”

“I’m glad that you chose to be honest,” you assured him, “it took a lot for me to tell me that.”

“You can reject me now,” he whimpered, looking away.

Your hand came up and cupped the side of his cheek, bringing his eyes to find yours. “You didn’t even let me finish; we can’t date if that’s how it’s going to be. Because I was going to tell you that I like you too, that’s if you don’t want me to reject you.”

“Of course, I don’t,” he blushed, resting his hand over yours, “I just didn’t think you’d really like me, I thought that I was being stupid.”

“Perhaps you’re not as stupid as you think you are in that case.”

Jeongin:

You’d met up with Jeongin a couple of times at the company, it was always very casual, in passing, exchanging in very small conversation with each other.

As he stood against your desk, the two of you were yet again chatting about whatever came to mind for the two of you.

“I like being around you,” he suddenly spoke, only realising what he’d said after it left his mouth, “sorry.”

You stared across at him, “what do you have to be sorry for? I like being around you too, you’re a lot of fun to talk to.”

“I appreciate that,” he responded, “but I meant it a little more than that. I didn’t exactly plan on this being the way to say something, but I wanted to maybe ask you on a date sometime. I like you, not just as someone I talk to.”

“You really want to ask me on a date?” You asked, slightly surprised why he’d choose you of all people.

“Is that alright?” He tentatively questioned.

Your smile slowly grew, instantly filling him with a bit of relief. “I’d love for you to take me out on a date Jeongin, I thought you’d never ask. There’s got to be places a lot better for us to be then sat around my desk every day.”

“I’ll take you somewhere nice,” he was quick to inform you, “or if there’s anywhere nice you like, we could go there instead.”

“Just breathe, I honestly don’t mind where we go, just as long as I’m with you.”

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oceanlix · 3 years

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Sweetheart

Pairing: Yunho x female reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1520

Maybe it was something about the faint moonlight shining down into the backyard, or the way Yunho looked so peaceful at that moment. But before you knew it, you had pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of your best friend, setting it as your lock screen.

So maybe your "little" crush was getting a bit out of control...it's not like Yunho would ever find out anyway.

"Y/N!"

You looked towards the direction that you thought your best friend's voice was coming from, raising an eyebrow. It was mostly unlike Yunho to be this loud, which must mean-

His large body flew to your side, bouncing you slightly off of the couch. Yep, he was definitely more than a little tipsy, judging by the way his eyes shined as he smiled at you. Or maybe that was just your big fat crush talking, who was to say for sure?

"What do you want?" you pretended to be annoyed, though you felt like a celebrity when he set down the drinks he was carrying and his arm slid around your shoulders.

"I missed your arms around me, so I came to cuddle," he whined, pulling you halfway into his lap so he could wrap his other arm around you as well. You heard your roommate snickering from the other couch, though you weren't sure she had any room to talk with Yeosang's arm around her own waist.

He rocked you from side to side in a tight embrace for a few moments, before he seemed to remember the second reason he'd come over and let go of you. "I also brought you a drink." He sounded so proud of himself as he grabbed the cup and held it out to you, cheeks flushed an adorable pink. Your heart melted even further as you took it from him. "It's a Moscow Mule, just how you like it."

You quickly took a few sips to hide your heart eyes, thanking everything that Yunho was an easily distracted drunk. He'd already started looking around the room for Mingi, wondering where his "brother" was currently at. You shot your roommate a glare, who was still giggling at you, and set the cup down again.

"Come on, I think we should get out of the crowd," you urged, tugging on Yunho's sleeve. His eyes found yours again, though they were a little unfocused. "Let's go out on the back porch."

He didn't argue, just stood up and followed you through the living room, then the kitchen. When you stepped outside, the cool night air felt extremely refreshing on your overheated skin. You looked up at Yunho and saw that he seemed more relaxed as well, his eyes slipping closed as he leaned against the porch railing.

So maybe your "little" crush was getting a bit out of control...it's not like Yunho would ever find out anyway.

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“I brought matcha!”

You looked up from your marketing textbook, seeing Yunho approaching your table in the library.

“You are a lifesaver, Mr. Jeong,” you groaned, making grabby hands at the Starbucks cup he was holding. “Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“Maybe once or twice,” he replied, laughing. He sat down across from you, reaching into his own backpack to pull out his engineering textbook. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, taking sips of your drink and glancing down at your textbook every few seconds so as not to make it too obvious.

His hair looked extra fluffy today, you noted. It was cute how his nose scrunched up whenever he was concentrating particularly hard on the text. You didn’t even notice that you had propped your chin on your hand and were full-on staring until he looked up, his chocolate eyes meeting yours suddenly.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teased, not an ounce of surprise evident as he winked at you playfully. Had he noticed you staring even before that point? Your heart thumped erratically in your chest and you rushed to take another sip of your drink, only to see that it was empty. Yunho was already looking back down at his textbook when you dared to peek at him again, but there was a smirk still on his lips.

Of course, your phone started to ring right at that moment. A quick glance at the screen told you that you needed to yell at your roommate later for interrupting your study time, but what you forgot to account for was the fact that your lock screen was still that photo you’d taken of Yunho at the party last week. It hadn’t even registered in your brain until Yunho let out a little gasp, drawing your attention.

“Am I your lock screen?” he asked, tilting his head adorably to the side. You immediately began to panic, pulling your phone off the desk and slamming your textbook closed.

“I forgot, I need to go meet Y/R/N right away! We can hang out later, text me!” You were haphazardly throwing your studying supplies into your backpack, desperate to get out of this situation as fast as humanly possible. It was embarrassing enough that his flirting had knocked you this far off your rocker, but now he’d seen the one thing you really couldn’t explain as something platonic. You had almost made a clean getaway when you felt his large hand wrap around your wrist, effectively stopping you from going anywhere as he anchored you to the table.

“Hey, hey,” he called softly, like you were a horse and he was afraid he was going to spook you. “Why are you rushing off?”

You sighed, wishing a hole would open up in the library floor that you could just fall through instead of having this conversation. “You weren’t...you weren’t supposed to see that.”

Yunho’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion for a moment, before realization hit. “Oh, the lock screen? Y/N, you don’t have to worry. I’m not freaked out or anything, I was just wondering when you took the picture because I don’t remember that!”

A wave of relief washed over you, so immediate that your knees buckled a little. Before you knew it, Yunho had stopped you from falling...by catching you in his lap.

“Whoa, are you feeling okay? You’re not usually this clumsy,” he laughed, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You looked away from his gaze, thoroughly embarrassed at how this entire conversation was going. This was not how you envisioned the day going, and it seemed to just be getting worse and worse the longer you stayed in his proximity.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. Gently, he tilted your head until you were looking right into his eyes. “I may be reading this entirely wrong, but...do you...like me?”

You could’ve passed for a cartoon with the way your eyes widened in that moment. Well...it’s not like you were great at hiding it. The longer you considered it, the more sense it made that he’d seen right through you. Even if boys were naturally unobservant about these things most of the time, you were always a little more obvious than you thought yourself to be. Or at least, that’s what your roommate was always telling you.

But now that the cat was out of the bag, you didn’t really know what to do other than open and close your mouth like a fish. Should you come clean and risk facing the awkward but gentle rejection you were sure Yunho would give you? Or should you try and flat out deny it? That didn’t seem like a viable option, as much as you wished it was. Yunho was unlikely to let you get away with that, as nice a guy as he was.

As you considered all of this, you suddenly remembered that you were still effectively sitting in his lap, his hand wrapped around your wrist and your faces extremely close together. There was no way you could get away with lying in this situation...you might as well face the music and whatever consequences were to follow.

“I...sorta like you. Well, not sorta, more like a lot. A whole lot...maybe way too much. Oh, but I’m not obsessed! It’s not weird, just a normal amount-”

You kept rambling, until you physically couldn’t anymore because Jeong Yunho’s lips were on yours. Your mind blanked out, eyes sliding closed as he softly and slowly kissed you over and over. As stupid as it sounded, everything else fell away in that moment, leaving only the two of you. His grip on your wrist was still gentle, but kept you anchored. When you finally parted for air, your eyes fluttered open to find him staring right back at you, cheeks flushed a light pink.

“Was that okay?” he asked, sounding incredibly nervous. You could only smile, finding his hand and interlocking your fingers with his.

“So, you might have guessed that I’ve had a big fat crush on you,” you started, laughing. “I don’t think I was very subtle.”

“Absolutely not,” Yunho giggled, leaning forward to kiss you again.

#yunho x reader #ateez fic #yunho fluff #yunho fic #yunho scenario #my fics #my friend requested yunho fluff because she's currently obsessed #and i delivered?? i think??#if you told me a year ago i'd write a yunho fic i'd have laughed in your face #JOKE'S ON ME HUH #also please the horse reference #why am i like this!!!!

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rejectofsociety · 3 years

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Summary: While drunk at a party, MJ decides to play a little “game” with Peter to see if he can guess who she’s head-over-heals for.

Rated: T

Warnings: Drinking, Cursing, I was tired when I wrote this

Word Count: 2,040

Written for @spideychelleweek with the prompts “drunk and first kiss”

Also read here on AO3

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Peter was already tipsy when he arrived at Flash’s party, as he had just been at the bar trying to get drunk. He would have gladly spent the entire night sulking at the bar but, when he got a text saying there was a party at Flash’s place, he decided it was better to get drunk around some friends with games and decent music instead of being alone with nothing but a crappy football game to keep him company. Also the bartender was beginning to look concerned as Peter downed who knows how many shots that seemed to have no effect on him, so it was only polite to save him the confusion and worry.

So, now he lounges lazily on a couch with a bottle of vodka in his hand as he watches Felicia take a body shot off Gwen who is draped across a table and giggling drunkly. The colorful lights are bright around him as the floor sways and his head spins— it almost looks like he’s trapped inside a smudged painting of blues and purples.

The only way he can really get drunk is with hard liquor that he prefers to drink from the bottle. Some think he is trying (and succeeding) to show off. But anyone who really knows Peter knows that the last thing he cares to do is show off. Therefore, if Peter is so desperate to get drunk that’d he’ll lay on the couch gulping down everything in sight, there is likely something very wrong.

Michelle is the first to notice Peter’s state, being as observant as she is. She has barely had enough drinks to be considered drunk, and that was perfect. The only way she can approach Peter is when she was a little drunk and she can let the alcohol do the talking.

“Hey, loser,” Michelle greets as she plops down next to Peter.

He looks at her with tired, half-open eyes and regards her with a nod, “‘sup, MJ,” he speaks with his words heavily slurred, “how’s it going?”

“It’s going,” she shrugs, “what about you? You seem pretty…” she looks him up and down, “pretty miserable.”

“Did you just call me pretty?” He chuckles and smiles a dopey grin.

She feels her face warm up a little then shakes her head, “Pretty miserable.”

“Ah,” he nods and takes another sip of his drink, “yeah, that’s accurate.”

Michelle leans forward, “what happened?”

He shrugs, “lost my job and uh- some shit went down with Spiderman.”

“Oh-“

“I-it’s not important though,” Peter says as quickly as his drunken mind will allow.

“I’m just surprised you know Spidey,” Michelle replies.

“Yeah,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal, “normally we’re friends, but right now…” he shakes his head and stares off, looking real empty, “I could fucking strangle that bastard.”

Michelle’s expression melts into a concerned frown then she blurts: “I thought you were Spiderman.”

Peter shrugs again, evident tears glossing over his eyes as he takes a swig of his drink. Michelle examines him for a moment as he stares at the ground, his breaths shuddering and uneven. She hates seeing him upset like this and, whatever happened, the alcohol isn’t letting him forget quite yet.

“I’m not having too great a day either,” Michelle says after a moment, wanting to steer away from the Spiderman topic.

Peter looks back at her with a worried frown, seeming to forget his own troubles just for her. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s this guy,” she explains slowly, turning her body to face Peter, “and I really, really like him.”

Peter swallows thickly and mutters a quiet, disappointed “oh” that Michelle barely hears, but takes note of anyways.

“But I don’t think he likes me back,” she continues, “and the more I think about it, the more I absolutely fucking hate it.”

“What’s this guy like?” Peter asks, finishing off the bottle in his hand.

“He’s cute. Adorable freckles—“

“I have freckles.”

“—nice smile, the sweetest brown eyes.”

“Brown eyes are the best,” Peter says, practically mumbling now as the words smash together. And as he speaks, he’s staring into the swaying image of Michelle own eyes, which are his new favorite color.

“Yeah,” Michelle hums, “he’s also kinda dumb but- like- really smart. Like stupid smart. But he acts like a dumbass. He’s sweet too—“ as she speaks she eyes Peter closely, as if afraid that she’ll leave out any details as she describes him “—when I’m upset, he notices, and always asks how I’m doing.”

“Sounds nice,” Peter grumbles.

“He is. And he thinks he’s hilarious, even though he’s not. I mean, sometimes he says something funny but it’s always just, like, a step above a dad joke,” Michelle giggles as she says this and Peter’s lips twitch into a lopsided smile. “He still makes me smile though.”

“And that’s what’s important, huh?” He grunts.

Michelle nods, a bit surprised that Peter hasn’t picked up on her little game. She really thought the dad joke comment would do it for him.

A lousy smirk rolls across her lips as she examines him. Let’s see how long it takes him, she thinks mischievously.

“We go to college together, but he misses a lot of lectures-“

“Why?”

“I dunno,” she shrugs casually and sips her drink before continuing, “probably work. But even though he is late to literally everything ever, he’s really nice to be around, y’know? He’s only got two or three friends-“

“Loser,” Peter snorts.

“Yeah,” she laughs slightly, “he’s a massive loser. But, he really loves the two friends he’s got and I just… I knowhe’d never trade them out for anything. And he likes making them smile, tries keeping them safe-“

“From what?”

“Everything. I think he’s scared— probably lost too many people and just…”

“I bet he feels like it’s all his fault,” Peter speaks up, his eyes watering in a way that makes Michelle think he’s talking about himself, “because he’s supposed to be the strong one, but what’s the use in being strong if everyone I- he loves just fucking dies. A-and so he’s trying to protect the friends he does have from everything— like, everything— ‘cause he just feels like there’s al-always something round the corner waiting to hurt them,” he goes to take a sip of his drink, only to realize it’s empty with a grunt, “I bet he can’t trust anything anymore. He’s just waiting for someone else to die.”

Michelle’s quiet for a moment, but when she finds her voice it breaks and wobbles, “y-yeah. I-I bet he um…” she clumsily wipes away a tear before it can fall.

Peter sniffs then lays down, too dizzy to keep sitting upright, “what else is he like?”

“Why’re you so curious?” Michelle narrows her eyes at him, her voice slowly evening itself out.

He gives a half-hearted shrug, “dunno. I just wanna make sure he’s not a piece of shit.”

“He’s not. I mean, he kinda is but in a lovable way. And I really like talking to him, but I can’t do it sober.”

Peter raises his head and props himself up with an elbow, “are you sober right now?”

“Yeah… no. No, I’m not,” she admits.

Curious, Peter sits up a little more, leaning against the couch for support, “we don’t talk much,” he observes.

“No, we don’t,” she agrees, “I wish we talked more though.”

“Me too,” he sighs, then returns to the topic, “anything else you like about this super perfect loser?”

“Aside from everything?” Michelle raises an eyebrow and Peter huffs dramatically, “every time I see him, I say ‘hey, loser’ and I think it’s cute that he lets me.”

“So cute,” Peter rolls his eyes, and Michelle can’t help but take note of how Peter seems to get more and more bothered as she speaks of her little crush who he can’t seem to figure out.

“Sometimes I think he might like me too,” Michelle hums.

Peter flops backwards and lays his head on the armrest, “what would you do if he did like you?”

“Probably give him a kiss.”

“I could help you practice kissing him,” Peter offers helpfully.

Michelle’s heart leaps and she looks at him with wide eyes, “what?”

“I doubt you need practice,” Peter quickly corrects, then verbally vomits without thinking once: “I’m sure you’ve kissed lots of people and all of those people are so, so lucky ‘cause you’re so cool and kind and beautiful and you just noticed I was sad and came to talk to me and I’m going to be thinking about that for- like- a really long time.”

“Why?” She prods and she can feel her face heating up and her heartbeat quickens.

“I think about you a lot,” he admits, tossing his empty bottle on the ground with a clank, “you’re just really amazing, y’know?”

She leans forward and props herself with one hand by his head, “thank you, loser.”

“We should get drunk more,” he says, wrapping his arms around her and forcing her to lay on top of him a little (she doesn’t mind none).

“Why’s that?” Michelle adjusts her arms to sit a little more comfortably.

“So we can talk more often,” Peter says and even when his face is lit up with purplish lights, Michelle can see the pink blush that decorates his cheeks. “I really like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you, too,” she hums, her face only a few inches away from his, making her heart pound rapidly.

He clumsily tucks a few of her curls behind her ear, making her lips curve into a soft smile. This is exactly the moment she’s been waiting for since realizing how much she likes the idiot below her. And as her heart races and her face grows warm, she feels a strong tug in her stomach followed by a swell in confidence. As far as she’s concerned, it’s now or never (at least until she gets drunk again).

“Can I kiss you?” Michelle asks abruptly.

“What?” Peter furrows his brow and his mind lags like an old computer.

“Can I kiss you?” She repeats, “for practice.”

He flashes a dopey grin and draws her closer to him, “yes, please.”

With Peter’s powerful arms around her neck, Michelle leans in and swiftly locks her lips with his. It’s a bit sloppy and clumsy, but they both melt into it gratefully. With one hand, Michelle strokes the side of his cheek and he exhales blithely through his nose.

Then, all too soon, Peter pulls away and when Michelle opens her eyes she sees him looking up at her with his glassy eyes and his brow scrunched up.

“Am I the loser you were talking about?” he slowly asks.

She tilts her head to the side with a smile, “took you long enough.”

His face lights up and his eyes go wide, “are- are you serious?”

“Yeah,” she chuckles.

“Oh-“ he laughs and his face grows even redder, “Em, I-“

“Feel the same?” She assumes, and he nods with a goofy grin that makes her face flush as she giggles, “yeah, I can tell.”

“What gave it away?”

“How badly you wanted to kiss me.”

“What about how badly I want to do it again?” He raises an eyebrow mischievously.

Hope and joy fluttering in her chest like a swarm of butterflies, Michelle lunges forward and embraces him in another kiss. It’s more passionate and confident then the first one, and Michelle feels her heart melt as she notices Peter stroking her hair tenderly.

“Get some, Peter!” Harry cheers from across the room.

The two jump part and Peter throws back his head with a laugh. Michelle’s face goes hot with embarrassment and she swears every set of eyes in the room turn to look at them.

But, before she can push herself away from Peter, he rests his hand on her cheek and turns her head to look at him.

“I think everyone’s too drunk to remember this tomorrow,” he assures, “it’s okay.”

She simpers sheepishly then settles into his touch and rests her head comfortably on his chest, “can we just stay like this for a while?”

He nods, “anything you want, MJ.”

#spideychelle week #spideychelle #petermj #peter parker #spiderman #michelle jones #mj #spiderman ffh #spiderman hoco #marvel #mcu #avengers #art #fanart #reject’s art

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just-another-ficwriter · 3 years

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Holidate - Part Four

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 2000ish

Warnings: Alcohol, jealously, sexual references

Summary: Tired of being alone on holidays, Sweet Pea and Y/N decide to be each other’s plationic plus-ones all year round. What could go wrong?

Notes: Next part will be posted over Easter week! Also using this part to fill the ‘Bar Crawl’ square on my @riverdalebingo card!

St Patrick’s Day 2021

“Thank you for coming tonight.”

She whispers as they make their way into the first bar, squeezing the fingers he has linked with hers, a small attempt to make their relationship look more believable.

He’d arrived in New York a little after the others, leaving them no time to talk things over and plan the night out. He’d barely gotten his head around the fact they’d be sharing a bed for the weekend before they were piling into a cab and heading down town.

“What else are Holidates for?” He grins down at her, eyes not so subtle moving to check her out for the second time that night. He reads the green glittered writing for what feels like the millionth time, ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’ printed in bold across her chest.

An impulse buy, she had told him, from their first St Patrick’s night out several years before. It’s little too tight, and she’s constantly fighting with it to stay down, but she’d promised it would help them get free shots later in the night and they’d both laughed.

By the time they make it over to the table, Jason’s around bought the first round and with a beer bottle held high in the air, he kicks off the celebrations.

It isn’t until the second place, and the drinks start to take affect, that Betty starts to pry.

The boys had disappeared to the bar, watching some sport on the big screen, chatting away while they wait for the drinks. Pea had no issue fitting right in, and Polly was quick to notice.

“I like him.” She steals a glance over her shoulder at the guy in question.

“Do you think you’ll move in with him?” Betty suddenly asks, straight to the point, and Y/N chokes on the cocktail she’d mistakenly just taken a sip of.

She’s surprised to see Sweet Pea’s head turn to check she’s ok when he hears, a soft smile on his face when their eyes meet. She sends him a similar warm one back before she’s glaring at her sisters again. “We’ve only been dating for 3 months.”

“I had my whole life planned out with Jug after the first week.” She wants to point out that not everyone can be like Betty Cooper, not everyone gets to live out a fairytale lifestyle with their high school sweetheart like she had once hoped.

But a hint of guilt from lying straight to their faces swirls in her stomach, and she bites back the snide remark. “We’re taking it slow.”

“Is he bad in bed?” Polly’s more drunk than she thought, and her loud questioning catches the attention of the next table over. However, the older Cooper doesn’t seem to notice. “I mean you guys have done it right-“

“Has who done what?” She’s cut off by the boys reappearing, bearing a tray of fresh drinks and a suspicious look from Jug.

Betty smirks. “Polly wants to know if Sweet Pea and Y/N have slept together.”

“Jesus Christ.” Jason laughs, shaking his head as Y/N suddenly finds interest in the cocktail umbrella sticking out of her drink.

But then a silence falls cross the table, and all four pairs of eyes turn to them, eagerly waiting for an answer. “Well?” Polly persists.

Unfazed, Sweet Pea squeezes her thigh under the table and answers for them both. “A gentleman never tells.”

By the time they hit the third bar, Sweet Pea’s boarding tipsy.

He can feel it in the way his jaw clenches when someone catches Y/N’s arm as she walks passed, in the way his chest burns unfamiliar as she leans in for a hug and the stranger pecks her on the cheek.

He knows it’s stupid, knows that technically she isn’t his girlfriend but the lines of reality are starting to blur as the alcohol soaks in and he can’t stop himself from walking over.

Y/N sends him a pointed look as discreetly as she can when he pulls her into his side, and causally introduces himself as her boyfriend. Five minutes later, they’re walking away with polite goodbyes and heading straight for the bar.

Y/N can’t help but look up at him with a smug grin, giggling a little as she teases. “Were you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You aren’t actually my girlfriend remember?” He tries to brush it off but something tells him they both know it’s a lie. He’s quick to think of another excuse that’s better than the first. “I was just worried what your sisters might say if they found you talking to some other guy.”

“They’d say Hey Chuck, how have you been since high school?” She laughs again and it makes him feel worse. That stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, and he’d almost made a scene over two old friends catching up.

Maybe he was finding this whole fake dating thing hard than he thought.

She doesn’t seem to notice as she waves at the bar tender, calling him over. “Come on, we need more shots.”

Sweet Pea’s almost certain he doesn’t need any more shots.

The fourth bar brings green beers and another round of tequila.

Polly raises her glass in the air, liquor messily pouring over the rim and down her hand. “To Y/N’s love life!”

“Cheers to that!” Betty’s quick to follow, giggling loudly as she clinks their glasses together and more goes spilling over.

He watches Y/N roll her eyes at their teasing with a shake of her head, but knocks her own shot back regardless, holding eye contact as he does the same. Neither flinch at the liquid burning it’s way down their throats.

It feels more intimate than it should and for a second Sweet Pea forgets they’re around other people.

But then the song blasting out around them changes and Y/N’s leaning forward to whisper confidently in his ear, her breath tickling his neck. “Dance with me?”

She’s on her feet before he can answer, not that he would have said no anyway, pulling him through the crowd until they find an empty space under the flashing lights. Sweet Pea can feel the beat of the music vibrating beneath them, flowing through him almost as much as the alcohol and lets it take control.

One song some how turns into three, or maybe four, he’s lost count. He’s too entranced by Y/N swaying back and fore in front of him, head tilted back as she moves to the rhythm, her back almost against his chest. She doesn’t move away when he’s finally brave enough to close that small gap, a nervous hand falling to her hip as she leans back against him.

The action alone makes his throat burn more than any shot of tequila could.

Y/N swears she sees his eyes light up when they walk into the fifth and final bar, and Jug invites him to play on the pool table tucked in the corner.

“Oh, it’s on.” There’s a new air of confidence surrounding him now as he picks up a cue, and she finds it a little too easy to fall into the roll of supportive girlfriend, cheering him on when the game starts.

He finds himself gravitating back to her side in between every shot. A lose arm around her shoulders, a delicate kiss to her forehead. They’d both become more handsy as the night wore on and she’d welcomed every affectionate touch.

She screams in triumph when he pockets the last ball, solidifying his win. Victorious laughter punctuating the air between them as he scoops her up, spinning her around in celebration.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s flowing through her system, or the rush of adrenaline pulsing from his win, but Y/N suddenly uses her newly found height to her advantage, pressing an eager kiss to his lips.

It takes her all of a second to realise what she’s doing, but before she can pull alway, he’s kissing her back.

And with that, she’s phasing out the rest of the bar, ignoring the loud music and jostling bodies, only focusing on him.

Until Betty’s shouting out and they’re jumping apart. “Get a room!”

Sweet Pea huffs as she throws him down on the bed.

Getting him into the apartment had been a task, even with Jason and Jug holding him up. It didn’t help that they were almost as drunk as him.

She doesn’t get the chance to slip out and change before he’s catching her wrist, pulling her to the mattress with a gentle tug.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers into the dark, fingertips running up and down her bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

There’s a still moment where her eyes find his, and he’s left wondering if she knows what he’s about to say, if she wants him to say it. If he should even be thinking it at all. But then she giggles, the sound making him feel warm before she finally answers. “Sure.”

He gives her a goofy grin, but hesitates when her palms fall flat against his chest. His heart’s beating so fast he’s suddenly afraid she might feel it through his shirt, he’s very aware of how close they are now. “Sometimes, I forget this isn’t real.” He breathes out.

Y/N feels her heart vault in her throat from his words, her eyes wide from the confession.

She tries to laugh it off but there’s a nervousness hidden underneath. “You’re drunk Pea.”

“Still mean it.” He mumbles, shifting so he lands onto his back and lazily pulls her with him.

She’s quick to tuck herself into his side, inviting the warmth radiating from him as she doubts he even knows what he’s saying. She makes the decision to close her eyes and ignore it instead. “Go to sleep Pea.”

Sweet Pea rolls over onto fitted sheets that definitely aren’t his. His head hurts with a pounding ache, and just when he feels brave enough to open his eyes a little and sneak a glance around him, he’s hit with a blinding light so harsh it makes him feel sick.

That’s when he remembers last night. Or at least parts of it anyway. Everything’s a blur after the third bar.

“Shit.” He groans, his throat painfully dry as he blindly pats the bed next to him in an attempt to find Y/N, only to feel nothing but empty space instead.

“Morning Sunshine.” She laughs from where she makes her way into the room, amused by his dishevelled hair and lack of enthusiasm at being awake.

It takes a few seconds, but eventually he attempts to open his eyes again, reluctant and slow. Another groan slips out. “Why don’t you look how I feel?”

“Years of practice I guess.” She shrugs, slipping in besides him and handing over a warm mug. “Thought some coffee might help.”

Their finger tips briefly touch and thoughts of last night come back to him, his cheeks burning red in shame. He takes a quick sip that burns his tongue and hopes she won’t notice.

They’d kissed. Or at least he thinks they had. It’s all a little hazy.

“Did we…” He can’t meet her gaze, refuses to look up and see her reaction. Instead he just lamely points between them and the bed.

“Sleep together?” She leans back into the mattress with a devilish glint in her eye, her next words sounding more flirtatious than she intended. “Trust me Pea, you’d remember if we did.”

He smirks in her direction, tilting his head to the side playfully with an eyebrow raised. All awkward tension from a minute before melts away as he chuckles in surprise. “Is that so?”

“Just drink your coffee, Betty wants to go exploring New York.” A pillow hits him on the side of his face with a soft thud and another round of laughter erupts between them. She wonders if now is the right time to bring up his drunk confession but quickly changes her mind. “And you definitely look like you need all the caffeine you can get.”

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moon-lixie · 3 years

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there are some encounters that happen at the wrong time but that doesn't mean they're easy to forget.

word count: 1.895k

warnings: mentions of alcohol.

genre: Seungmin x Felix, mild angst, mild fluff.

song: Scaredy Cat - DPR IAN

note: this is a extra scene for my story Mulberry night that you can read here, and that I would recommend reading beforehand to understand better what's going on.

It had something to do with the concerning amount of alcohol he carried on his veins or the mesmerizing beauty he found in the stranger’s orbs, but he had been left stupefied with just one glance at the taller man.

His hair was pushed upwards and to the sides leaving his forehead in full display, his lips had been twisted in a disapproving grimace until he locked eyes with Felix’s lost ones, then he had urged himself to pretend the spilled substance marking the blond’s clumsiness was nothing that could ever manage to upset him.

“I’m so sorry.” Felix felt his confidence wash away at the sight of the very much sober man, suddenly conscious of the small slur of his words and the way his hands didn’t move as fast as he would’ve wished when he reached to try and wipe away at the stain with his own fingertips.

“It’s fine, really,” the stranger told him, fingers circling his wrist in order to stop him from moving further; Felix felt small and lost, then all of a sudden the man smiled at him and every ugly feeling his chest cradled washed away for the time being. “Let’s just take this away from you so it doesn’t happen again.”

He had no idea what was going on but he couldn’t fight the giggle that left his lips when the man reached out and took the half empty glass from his hand with an amused glint on his eyes, just to leave it forgotten on a random table.

“Do you want to dance?” The words stumbled from his lips without previous thought; he was drunk and simply too careless to keep track of everything that tried or ended up coming out of his mouth.

Nevertheless the man in front of him didn’t seem persuaded to leave because of this, he simply nodded and offered a, “I’m not the best at it, but if you’d like,” before allowing Felix to string him along to where the lights shone with much more intensity.

It was hard for him to keep track of what happened after that, he was quickly lost in between the glow of the man’s skin under the hellish lights of the club and the way he would smile tentatively and yet widely for Felix to admire.

Somewhere along the dancing and mindlessly laughing he had slipped his name and soon Seungmin had corresponded with telling him his own, enchanting his tongue to only wanting to pronounce that for the rest of the night.

The only thing he knew for sure was that he had not drank a drop of anything but water ever since Seungmin had slipped himself into his night, and that he had no desire to do it because suddenly his problems didn’t weigh as heavily while he held his hand.

That’s exactly why he hadn’t been able to stop himself from accepting each and every one of the considerate things the other man had offered him, from bottles of water that helped him sober up to a journey to his apartment just to make sure he made it safe home that had suddenly ended up with Seungmin’s back against the wall.

He couldn’t help himself, even if he wasn’t as far gone as he had at the beginning of the night, he still tried to hold dearly onto every single thing that made his heart feel less bruised and right then it was Seungmin’s lips that did the trick.

With hurriedness he held onto the caramel locks of the taller man, kissing him like he had to make every second count, meanwhile all Seungmin did in return was kiss him back slower, decreasing his hurried pace.

Seungmin’s hands held him by his waist with a gentle grip, later leaving his fingers to trace comforting circles right on the skin of his torso; that’s when his heart began aching all over again but for different reasons than what had been bothering him before.

He parted away from the gentle kiss and sighed the heaviest exhale of his entire life, tears threatened to form on his eyes but he bit them back before facing the adorable man whose cheeks were flushed and who looked like he was willing to give him everything in this world if he dared ask, even if he didn’t know him one bit.

The words that left his lips next were a puff of pain seasoned with the right amount of fear. “I can’t do this.” Any hesitation that he was experiencing before was completely ripped off of his body when Seungmin nodded understandingly despite having no idea what was going on.

The universe must like to play with him because how else would he have ended up stumbling with someone like him on a night that he had planned to be his own demise, just like the many others that had come before.

“You seem like a really nice guy that has his crap together,” Felix began, softly laughing pitifully to himself. “I’m everything but what you may be looking for.”

Seungmin looked him in the eye and said nothing but he could see he had not yet convinced him to walk away so he did first, moving away from the warmth his body provided him and simply holding onto him by his hand.

“Seungmin, I am a mess, I go out every night to get drunk just to crawl myself back home and regret everything I did when the morning comes; the worst thing is that I can’t stop.” The sincerity with which he spoke was frightening because those were things he had difficulty accepting to himself and yet the man in front of him was making him pronounce them with ease if that’s what it took to convince him that he was a bad person not worth his time. “I like you but I don’t want you near me, not when I’m like this.”

“I like you too.” That wasn’t the answer Felix was expecting, not at all. “When you bumped against me and I looked up the first thing I thought was that your smile was enthralling and then you laughed and...” Seungmin sighed and allowed his eyes to close for a split second before his pupils made contact with his again, sporting a glimmer that made Felix feel every inch of his body tingling giddily.

“It was unlike me to be there today, my friends are the responsible ones for my presence, but I don’t regret it. When I saw you I couldn’t care less that my shirt was soaked in alcohol nor that you were beyond tipsy, and that too, is unlike me.” His long fingers brushed his hair backwards with a mild amount of distress that was tampered by the almost blissed out smile he sported like it wasn’t a crime against Felix’s heart. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wouldn’t mind getting to know you, even if you need time and space right now. Felix, you’re one of a kind and letting you go would be stupid, I know as much after spending tonight with you.”

Once again it was his considerate and nice actions that convinced Felix further that he couldn’t do that to him, no matter how much he felt like he wanted to.

“I’m afraid it might take me a lifetime.” With that, the shorter man walked forward to press a peck against Seungmin’s cheek before finally letting go of his hand, this time determined to get inside his apartment and forget about tonight as fast as he could do.

Seungmin laughed, getting the message, and if he was discouraged by it he didn’t let it show. “I have time.”

That took Felix to the present day and his trembling fingers thrumming against his thigh while he waited for the prettiest man in the world to open the door, trying to convince himself that perhaps three months weren’t enough for Seungmin to have forgotten about him.

He brought himself to knock a second time, if only to soothe his nerves; he was beginning to feel like it was a terrible idea and Chan would need to put up with his complains if the door didn’t open soon, or worse, if the door opened to reveal someone who was way over him in the way Felix couldn't.

For the past months the memory of Seungmin had been kept in a corner of his mind for the moments in which he had allowed himself to be happy and especially for all of the times in which he tried to get his life in order.

The image of the tall and good looking man was burned on his lids, appearing every single time he closed his eyes to drift to sleep, that’s why he couldn’t help but feel small surprise bubble in his chest at the sight of the man in front of him, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and hair slightly messy falling softly around his head.

After taking a deep breath he smiled warmly at the sight and broke into a giggle as he watched the man’s scowl yet again dissolve at the sight of him.

“How?” Was all Seungmin asked at first, allowing his eyes to take in the figure of the smaller man; Felix couldn’t help but wonder if he liked his dark hair, even if he had dyed it a long time ago, Seungmin hadn't seen it before.

“Jisung,” Felix offered as an explanation, referring to the friend that they apparently had in common, not that he knew Jisung that much but any friend of Chan’s was also his. The taller man’s mouth shaped itself in a surprised ‘o’ before he smiled again.

“You said you would need a lifetime,” Seunming said almost as a reproach but there was no real bite to his words.

Felix shook his head amused. “I said, ‘I think’,” he replied matter of factly; he could remember the conversation with an uncanny accuracy. “And you said you had time so I thought...”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow at the pause the older made, perhaps expecting him to continue despite Felix’s obvious unwillingness to do so, and it was when he seemed to catch onto that detail that he took it upon himself to continue the conversation like nothing happened. “I meant everything I said that night, I must confess that I had been waiting to catch a glimpse of your blond hair around the city but I wasn’t that lucky.”

And there it was again, the warmth and happiness he had experienced all those months ago, coming back like they had never left. “Well, I’m here now.”

“Would you like to get coffee with me?”

“Right now?” Seungmin laughed and nodded before saying, “Of course I mean right now, I just need to get ready real quick.”

And like that they left, not before the taller man let him know that he looked so much brighter —and prettier too— than the last time he had seen it, if that was possible; Felix felt the urge to tell him how much that was because of him but decided to keep it for later on along with the explanation of everything that had happened to him that he could give after they got to know each other better.

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2996-sana · 4 years

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Lucky - Jisoo

request: Please can you write some fluff/angst where Jisoo finds out her girlfriend used to have a bp stan account and had Chaeyoung as her bias so Jisoo gets jealous/insecure and starts acting differently? Thank you!!!

i kinda went another way but it still has the same gist, really ! only that the reader didn’t have a stan account hehe

p.s. i have received the requests for rosé and jennie but i will be doing a lisa request first since i haven’t put one out for her yet but i am still accepting requests atm

You would like to consider yourself lucky. You were currently in a very happy and healthy relationship with someone who you share an effortlessly rock-solid bond with. Someone who appreciated you for you and prioritized you over everything else. Your friends would always point out how smitten you both were but you never did pay it no mind – they could only wish to have a love as resilient and fun.

Oh yeah, and the person in question? Kim Jisoo. One of Korea’s most sought-after idols.

No big deal. Adding the fact that you were a fan before getting into a relationship with her, you would say lucky is an understatement.

If it wasn’t for your close friendship with Soojoo (who is one of Jisoo’s best friends in the industry) and your persistence to be introduced to the girls of Blackpink, you wouldn’t be where you are today. It took the right timing and the decision to come over at Soojoo’s apartment, only to find out she already had a certain guest over, for fate to lay a hand. Though your constant flirting also definitely helped create a permanent spot for you on Jisoo’s mind.

It wasn’t everyday someone had the guts to flirt with her and usually when someone did, she never had any trouble turning them down. She had bigger and better things to focus on: her career and her Blinks. She had no time for silly relationships at her young age, especially since they were at their peak, but there was something about you that kept her coming back.

That was over a year ago and the relationship that you both have built still leaves everybody in awe. You give majority of the credit to Jisoo who knew exactly how to handle you. She dealt with everything with a maturity you could only wish to have. Although you’d like to think it was already rubbing off on you. Something that your parents will forever be grateful to Jisoo for.

Your girlfriend carried with her a very laid back and goofy disposition. You’ve always admired how calm she was during times when you’d expect the exact opposite and loved her ability to bring comfort to those who weren’t, especially to her own members. Even her fans noticed how caring and protective she became when needed. You always chalked it up to her being the eldest in the group and feeling the need to be the one stable thread that kept everyone together. She was always the strong one when everything seemed to be falling apart.

But this also meant not a lot of people get to see Jisoo the way you do. Because with you, she allows herself to completely break down the walls she surrounds herself with when she’s at work. Gone is the Kim Jisoo of the biggest girl group in the world. All you were left with was Jisoo – your girlfriend.

The first time you saw Jisoo cry was a turning point in your relationship.

You and Jisoo were lounging on your couch on one of her few days off. Both of you were directing your attention to the documentary playing on the TV when you all of a sudden hear sniffles coming from your right. You immediately face the girl you have been seeing for a few months and see her fixing her gaze on her lap whilst she played with her fingers. Her eyes glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth

“Jisoo?” you hesitated. At this point, your mind was going wild with the probable reasons why she was suddenly upset. Your brain cogs turning trying to remember if you did anything wrong or maybe she was going to break things off. Of course, she was too busy and didn’t have time for a relationship. Why did you even think this would work out?

“Y/N…” Jisoo’s eyes moved slower and always more down-cast, skimming the floor, rarely raising to eye level as more tears started to fall. It was in her voice too, quieter, with a meekness that wasn't usually part of her speech patter. This was very unlike the Jisoo you were used to. She was sad in a way you hadn't seen before. She brought her hand to intertwine yours together, taking a deep breathe to calm herself.

“Talk to me,” you whispered. “You never have to be afraid to open up to me.”

It was this that made Jisoo’s tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. The muscles of her chin trembled like a small child and it took everything in you not to start crying too. It was not the time.

“I’m just tired,” she mumbled. “There’s been a lot of stress about the album process being delayed again and everyone is just so drained.” she leaned backwards, letting her head fall on the back of the couch and closing her eyes. “I’m so tired.” she emphasized, wiping her tears. You let her cry for a few more minutes waiting until she calms down as you put your arms around her shoulder.

“I will never understand firsthand what that feels like as an artist to go through that but I want you and the girls to know that so many people believe in you,” you consoled. “This is what you guys have been waiting for and you deserve it and more. The process was never gonna be easy but I know that you all love what you do and it will all be worth it because of that and your fans.”

She let out a shaky sigh before turning to face you. She studied your face silently for a second before giving you a small smile. “Thank you. I honestly went to see you tonight because I didn’t wanna be upset in front of the girls. Not right now when they’re all feeling really down too.”

She leaned forward to wrap her arms around you in a hug. “You’re my safe place.”

Before you, Jisoo didn’t think she could ever find a soul, aside from her members, that would ever understand the things that brought her pain.

To be the one Jisoo was able to turn to during her toughest moments was a badge of honor you would gladly wear everyday for the rest of your life.

Right now, you joined the Blackpink girls in their dorm chatting over some chicken and soju. You were all on your fourth bottle and you could sense how tipsy Rosé was becoming, but you knew Jennie and Lisa weren’t too far off either.

“I think its so funny how Y/N was annoying Soojoo to introduce her to us and now she’s practically married to Jisoo unnie,” Jennie giggled, raising the shot glass to her mouth.

Both Rosé and Lisa apparently thought this was the funniest thing ever because they laughed their little hearts silly.

“Oh my god!” Rosé squealed. “I was your bias remember?”

You hid your face on your hands as you shook your head, “Jesus, you’re super drunk.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact I was your bias!” Rosé laughed, putting her head on your shoulder.

“Yah, unnie, look!” Lisa slapped Jisoo’s shoulders, staring at her wildly. “Rosé is trying to steal your girl.” she pointed towards the both of you.

Jisoo only raised an eyebrow towards you before giving Lisa a smile but you knew Jisoo well enough now to differentiate a real smile from a fake one and that did not look genuine at all. Before you could scoot over to your girlfriend, Jennie decided to dig your hole a little deeper.

“I never knew that before Y/N. Why Rosie?” Jennie glared. “Why not me?”

“Yeah! Tell us!” Rosé exclaimed clapping her hands.

And that started a round of chants asking you to tell them the reason.

“Just tell them, babe.” you hear your girlfriend say. You look at her searching for signs not to but she only nodded in encouragement. You knew she was only doing so to appease her wasted members.

“I…I don’t know,” you stammered, looking at everyone. “She just caught my attention, I guess. That was way before I knew you guys though and what you were like. Everything is different now.”

“Well duh, you’re like in love with Jisoo unnie now,” Rosé drunkenly whispered.

You smiled at her words pulling Jisoo closer to you, “That I am.”

•

It was around 3AM when you and Jisoo arrived at your apartment after putting the drunk girls to bed. You and Jisoo decided to spend the night together since it had been weeks since you saw each other. You’ve noticed how quiet Jisoo had been after the whole Rosé being your bias thing and you couldn’t help but worry and wonder why. You’ve caught her in moments of reflection for the rest of the night before remembering where she was and trying to act normal.

You were in bed when you find her uncharacteristically quiet and staring up at the ceiling.

“I know you’re not okay,” you deadpanned, laying on your side to face her. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s stupid,” she sighed as the words slowly made its way out of her mouth.

“You know I would never invalidate your feelings, right?” you questioned, reaching up to caress her cheek.

“Why me?” she said quietly. “I always asked myself that when we first started dating. Whenever Soojoo mentioned you, she would always talk about your obsession with Chaeyoung and we’d both laugh about it. When I first met you and you started showing interest, I thought you were only using me to get closer to Chaeyoung.” she laughed but you could sense no humor behind it.

You wanted to interject and tell her how wrong she was but you sensed she had more to say.

“So, I put you in arm’s length because of that. I didn’t think you had the best intentions towards me. It was okay at first until I really started to get attached to you too and I thought ‘great, I like someone who is probably into Chaeyoung’. Chaeyoung was your type and I couldn’t be more different from her. I was so confused and didn’t know what your deal was. I started to get really scared when I realized you had to meet the girls.” she recounted. “I was scared that you’d start to like her for real and that she was what you were after all along. I felt lost and confused, but at the same time happy and certain that I really wanted things with you to work out.”

She turned to face you for the first time since she started talking, “I was wrong. You had the most genuine intentions towards me and you proved that time and time again. I guess that tonight, that irrational fear just crawled back to me like a shadow of what I used to feel and that freaked me out.”

After that, you slipped off the blankets and got on top of her, grabbing her face and bringing it closer to yours. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me, Kim Jisoo. I fucking mean that, you know that, right? The moment we met, we clicked, you know that. You were all I could think about the moment I step foot out of Soojoo’s apartment. The only reason Rosie was my bias was because I didn’t know any better. I literally knew jack shit about you guys but the more I got to know you, the more I knew I wanted to be with you. It was never about Blackpink, it was about me getting to know another human being that I adored and respected.”

You were looking down at her probably looking at her like the sun came out of her ass but Jisoo wasn’t complaining. “You curse a lot, you know?” she giggled.

You rolled your eyes, “I come up with that great speech and you choose to talk about a couple curses.”

She leaned up and pressed your lips together.

“You’ve never failed to make me feel that, Y/N. Thank you for putting up with me when I get bouts of insecurity and doubt.” she smiled. “You know I’ll do the same for you too.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna be doing that a lot more for me because you guys are only going up from here,” you pouted. “I’ll have more people to compete with especially with your new drama coming. Your male lead better watch out, whoever he is.” you scoffed.

“There’s no competition in the first place,” she flicked your forehead. “And if there was, it would be a no brainer to know who would win.”

You smirked from above her, “Sure win?”

She crinkled her nose at how corny you were but gave you the biggest smile nonetheless, “You know it, babe.”

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jaalismyhusband · 3 years

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Roommates (part 1)

Title: Roommates

Pairings: Bucky x f!reader

Prompts: I combined “but it’s the way you smile that does it for me” with “but it’s always your eyes that pull me under” from the song Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex.

Warnings: angst

Wordcount: 1.2k

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Part 1

Can there be a friendship between a man and a woman, without one falling for another? The question hasn’t failed to leave her mind lately. She tried not to fall for him. But well, how couldn’t she?

Bucky was everything she ever wanted in a guy. Sure, he looked great - a bit of an understatement, to be honest. Long dark hair framing his chiselled face, adorned with a stubble. Piercing blue eyes that held the dark secrets of his fragile soul. Just thinking about his heavenly sculpted body made her cheeks flush with red. But it was the way he smiled that pulled her under. She loved to make him laugh and see his face brighten. To wipe that frown off of his beautiful face. How could she not after all that he has been through? Sometimes she just wanted to hold him and let him know that he can finally be himself. She wanted him to bloom.

But he didn’t feel the same about her. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as a realization came to her. Pain in her chest exceeding limits of her frail heart, making her silently cry in her bedroom once again. She was desperate at this point. Deciding to bury her feelings deep within her soul, she put on her big girl pants and was determined to forget. Just for one night.

“Hey, Y/N, the dinner is ready.”

Startled by Bucky’s sudden invasion of her room, she quickly dried her tears.

“Are you ok, doll?” A bitter smile crawled on her face and she nodded her head as an answer. Bucky often called her a variety of pet names. Doll, doll face, kitten, baby girl, sweetheart and many more. They never failed to make her heart skip a beat. But as of late, she has grown to resent them. She hated how they made her feel. How they made her fall in love with Bucky more each time he called her by those stupid pet names. She was upset with herself, feeling like some untouched teenage girl again.

“Well then, come with me. The dinner’s getting cold.”

Bucky hurried out of the room. He couldn’t stand seeing her like this. Y/N had never cried in front of him before. She looked almost broken, not like her strong, stable every day self. Oh no, was she putting up a mask around him? He hated to think that she wasn’t comfortable sharing what’s on her mind with him. He longed to take her in his arms and hold her, make her feel safe.

And yet, he couldn’t. She obviously didn’t feel the same about him. And Bucky didn’t blame her. He was too shy to make a move. Scared of what her answer may be. Afraid to ruin the great friendship that has been developing between them. Sometimes he could swear she felt it too. The feather-like touches, longing stares, bones crushing hugs she’d give him, after he’s been away for missions. He felt sparks of hope flutter in his chest every time and still, it wasn’t enough of a sign for him to act on his feelings. It didn’t matter anyway. Bucky was sure she wasn’t interested in dating a broken man like himself. As much as he and his therapist worked on his selflove, deep down he knew he would never be worthy of the cheerful girl, that brought so much light to his darkness.

There was only one person allowed to get a peak of his true self. His best friend Steve. No other Avenger, nor his therapist were able to make him drop his guard. But not Y/N. She saw right through his tough act and built up walls. She wasn’t afraid of him and didn’t treat him like an unstable volcano in a human form.

“How is it, that you’re not scared of me?” Bucky asked. Puzzled expression on his face made him look like a lost puppy. Y/N giggled at him.

“How could I be scared? In my eyes, you’re just a grumpy giant who needs some love.” She proclaimed, giving him a warm smile. Bucky was dumbstruck. No one has ever considered that he had feelings too. She made him feel human. Almost normal.

At that moment he knew, he was in love.

Bucky smiled at that memory. He joined the rest of the team for dinner, anxiously waiting for Y/N to arrive. Finally, she made her way to the kitchen, but instead of sitting down next to him, she just stopped to say she wouldn’t be joining them and left. Bucky flinched a bit as she shut the front door. Others may have not noticed, but he didn’t miss her poorly hidden bloodshot eyes and overall sadness of her slumped shoulders.

Sudden flow of courage filled his body. Decision to ask her out surprised him but simultaneously made him burn with anticipation. He decided to ignore the voices in his head telling him how he’s not good enough. He wanted her to be content and safe. He was willing to do whatever it takes, to ensure her happiness. She cared so much for everyone around her, now it was time for Bucky to show her, that someone cared back.

Y/N felt horrible for storming out like that. She saw Bucky’s worried expression over the kitchen table. But how could she talk to him, if he’s the reason behind her pain?

With the winter coming, the days were getting shorter. Her legs were on auto-mode, as she let herself be carried away wherever they would take her. November air was freezing her little body as she clung to her leather jacket. Deciding to warm herself up and keeping that promise of forgetting from earlier, she made her way to a nearby bar.

Ordering a drink, she instantly downed it. Bittersweet liquor burned her throat but soon she felt the warmth spreading through her chest. Motioning to bartender, she ordered another glass. Never been keen on the whole drinking experience, Y/N found herself tipsy after just a few sips.

Y/N had never understood why people fancied getting drunk. She didn’t like the taste, nor smell of most alcoholic beverages and she was afraid of all the possibilities of making a fool of herself once drunk. But the truth was, she felt like a fool when she was sober, so what else could she do. Alcohol provided her much needed lethargy. She realized she’s not going to find the answers for her questions at the bottom of the bottle, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Rough day?” Y/N turned her head, to see where the voice was coming from. On the barstool next to her sat a guy, offering her another drink. If she were sober, she wouldn’t have accepted the glass with brown liquid in it. She didn’t know the guy, let alone trust him with her drinks. But again, she was drunk. Grabbing the glass from the stranger, she gulped it down her throat and gave him a smile in return.

“I’m Jason.” The man extended his arm in a greeting gesture. Accepting his handshake, she spoke softly.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Jason.” Seems like the alcohol held the answers after all.

Part 2

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #angst #fanfiction

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writingjoycebyers · 3 years

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40 "i want a baby" for jopper please!!

(angst and discusses pregnancy.)

Jopper - Nr. 40 I want a baby

They had been laughing when he said it. Laughing about some stupid joke that wasn't even funny, but they were laughing their heads off because they had had a few too many at Karen's birthday party. Joyce loved how she could have fun with him, now that they were a real couple. Laugh, and be serious, argue and make love - they could do it all. He really was what she had been looking for forever.

In retrospective, if he hadn't felt a little tipsy that moment, he would have most definetely lacked the courage for that particular sentence.

They were curled up next to each other in bed, Joyce's head spinning a little from all the Italian white wine Karen had offered her some hours ago. She moved closer towards him, resting her head on his chest. Her world stopped spinning, he was her rock.

"I want a baby, you know."

Joyce was still giggling though at his words her body suddenly stiffened. Was that still part of the joke?

She quickly realised it wasn't, indicated by Hopper's sudden silence heavily sucking the air out of the room. He seemed to be holding his breath.

"Hopper.", Joyce softly whispered, not knowing what else to say or do.

"No, no, forget about it. I'm drunk. It was just... stupid. Forget it.", he replied, giving her an insecure chuckle as his real response.

"No, Hopper... Jim, please talk to me.", she insisted softly, her hand tenderly caressing his under the comforter.

He sat up and switched on the small lamp on the bedside table. Suddenly, they were both sober again. He looked scared and Joyce felt bad about it. Why couldn't she just happily agree? Why couldn't she just make him happy if that was what he really wanted. She felt so different about this.

"I dunno,..", he continued as he looked down to her. She was on her side, her head propped up on her hand. She looked so beautiful, so beautiful and confused, and God, how often had he imagined to make her the mother of his child?

"Just been thinking about it, now that Jon's gone and the other two are growing up aswell. And... I just think we'd make a damn fine kid, you and I, I don't know, just been dreaming, Joyce.", he confessed. He felt as if this was going the wrong way, he should have kept his mouth shut, just for once.

"Hopper, I...", she stuttered but he did not let her finish her thought. "Just been dreaming 'bout another little girl, your hair, my eyes. Stupid, ain't I? With you, it's... we make love, Joyce, we don't just fuck. And ever so often I've thought in those moments that this was it — this is what it takes to make a baby, a real love kid.", he said, smiling a rather sad smile and his words broke her heart. She hadn't even considered it, or yes, she had, but she had never allowed herself to really consider it, to get lost in that dream. A love kid. Oh my.

"I understand you, I do.", she tried. "But Hopper —", he cut her off mid sentence.

"You don't want one, right?", he asked carefully. This wasn't a topic they should have a fight about, even if they weren't of the same opinion.

"I just think I'm not made to be a mother again. What if I fail? I can't provide for a child, not my mind nor my body can and certainly not my money.", Joyce said as she tried to take his hand back into hers. "Wouldn't get any award for best mom then, would I?"

"You're just talking about yourself, don't you realize that... I'd be there all the way? I would, Joyce. With my money and with all I can give, love and everything. It wouldn't be the way it was with Lonnie. I'd never get drunk the day you go into labour. I'd hold your hand. We'd share it all.", he answered. He had a feeling he knew what this was about. That her doubt wasn't about him but about what she had gone through with Lonnie, with her first pregnancies. That she was afraid. And she was.

"Oh, Hopper, you're... You'd make the best father. I believe that. I do, I truly do. It's just... There's one thing you can't help me carry and that's the pregnancy. Hopper, I'm not exactly twentyfive anymore. I'm.. old. And what if we try and try and it's just too late? How disappointing would that be? Or what if I get pregnant but... what if..? ", she was spilling her thoughts now, her voice sounding hoarse and filled with tears that were not yet rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't want to be the one that has you lose another daughter.", she finally claimed. She sounded rational and clear, but those words hurt so damn hard.

"Let me sleep it through.", she said and went back to cuddling him, her head on his thigh as he still sat up. He combed her hair with his fingers, making sure she felt comfortable and started to relax.

"Joyce, if we ever tried - and I say if - I'd never blame you for anything. Whatever happens, we'll go through it together. We try or we don't, it works or it doesn't. In the end it's your choice to make but everything's fine with me. And I love you.", Jim answered. His voice was softer now, he tried to see things from her perspective.

"As long as I've got you.", he mumbled and switched off the lamp.

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Thanks to you, anon, for the ask.

Thanks to @hopbyers98 for helping me find writing inspo, haha.

Feel free to send more jopper pregnancy or baby asks, jopper baby fics seem to be a thing haha!

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shessoparticular · 4 years

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Blurred Lines | Part 1 | #ShawnMendesWritingCircle

Thank you @saysweartogod-og for starting this #ShawnMendesWritingCircle challenge!! Hope ya’ll enjoy the first part of my shawn x pa! reader fic!

Being the personal assistant to one of the biggest popstars in the world was a busy job whenever Shawn was doing press or touring but you seemed to just be “one of the boys” whenever Shawn was recording new music. He now owned a small cottage just outside LA that he used exclusively to record all his new stuff, staying away from the now notorious cabin the woods where he recorded a lot of his earlier stuff. It quickly became one of your favorite places to spend time with one of your favorite people in the world.

You had all but moved into Shawn’s recording cottage to be on hand whenever he or his writers or producers needed anything. Shawn had insisted on you taking the guest room, claiming there was absolutely no reason for you to spend money to rent a place when he had the whole place to himself. Part of the deal was that you’d have to be on hand basically 24/7, not just for him, but for the whole team. If they wanted coffee, you got it. If they wanted any type of food, you got it. If they wanted a specific notebook, you got it. You had been Shawn’s assistant for two years and knew his favorite brands and items without giving it a second thought, stocking up on things you could’ve been asked for which made the number of times you’d actually have to leave the house minimal. Shawn This led to getting an insight into Shawn’s writing and producing habits for up to 10 hours a day. Recording time was the best time to spend around Shawn as you were free from a lot of the authoritarian figures who watched over the two of you constantly.

You knew it was inappropriate but of course you had a little bit of a crush on Shawn, who wouldn’t? Constantly throughout your working relationship, you had forgotten that he paid your bills and he was actually your boss, although he treated you like you were friends. Andrew and the team had specifically hired someone around his age hoping that they’d be able to work well with Shawn, but they never imagined that you’d have as good a relationship as you had now. You’d stay up together on the bus in the middle of tour, talking about absolutely nothing but somehow, you’d never run out of things to say, often chatting your heads off until you saw the sun come up through the front window. You’d often end up asleep on random couches in expensive hotel rooms when you decide to binge watch a movie trilogy or a season of a random show. You’d even snuck out without the others knowing, seeing the sights of whatever random city you had found yourselves in. The one thing the two of you never discussed was a kiss you had shared after a night out in Europe. You were both under the influence of a hell of a lot of alcohol and agreed to never speak on it again, Shawn saying it was a mistake. You definitely didn’t agree, it was now like it never actually happened, despite how much you wanted it to happen again. The lines of a working relationship were blurred a long time ago.

“Hey y/n, can you grab me a new bottle?” Shawn asked, holding up the empty flow bottle, distracting you from your thoughts as you sat on the beanbag placed along the wall of the small studio room. “Got you” You laughed, standing up and grabbing a new bottle from the fridge next to you, tossing it to the tall boy situated on the chair close to the desk holding a heap of expensive recording equipment. You had been too distracted by your own thoughts to see that he was staring at you before he asked the question, with the same look you would give him whenever he wasn’t looking, a look of adoration.

Shawn had developed a crush on you as well. It was kind of inevitable for him, spending all this time together, feelings were bound to appear. He was professional though, and never let himself cross the boundaries though, except for that one night. He valued your friendship too much to let anything get in the way of you keeping your job. He was happy to have you around in any capacity.

“What’s on the agenda tonight, popstar?” You asked as you took a sip of the bottled water you’d gotten out for yourself, plopping yourself back down on the beanbag. Sunday’s meant Shawn was working by himself in the studio, free from the distractions of the other producers and writers, allowing him to be the sole creator of any ideas that came to mind that day. This was your favorite way to watch Shawn work. “It’s like 6pm and I’m honestly nearly done here so what do you think about some UberEats, that beer in the main fridge and whatever new Netflix standup comedy is out?” He asks, playing around with some buttons on the panel on the desk in front of him. “Only if I get to pick where we order from” You laughed in response, pulling up the app on your phone to search for your favorite fast food burger joint. “I think I can deal with Chick-fil-A again” He chuckled. He knew you a little too well.

Shawn returned to whatever he was creating on the sound desk in front of him, leading you to unlock your phone and open up the photos app. You spent the next however many minutes aimlessly looking at all of the photos of the two of you together, silly selfies when you were both going insane on tour and the typical tourist photos in front of landmarks all over the world featured, your mind going back to every moment you’d captured together. You smiled to yourself thinking of the memories you’d shared together.

Three hours later the two of you were curled up under blankets on the L-shaped couch, chugging your beers, chowing down on the chicken sandwiches while a Netflix standup special was playing in the background. You and Shawn rarely ever paid attention to what was playing on the TV, too engrossed in your own conversation. The two of you had discussed any random topic you could think of while consuming a copious amount of alcohol. The two of you both hadn’t had alcohol for a while, so it was affecting you a lot more than it usually did. “So… is there a girl yet Mendes?” you giggled, the beer finally making you a little bit buzzed. You were always pretty professional around Shawn and he rarely ever saw you under the influence. In the two years you’d known him, he’d never had a girlfriend. Of course, there were girls around, look at him! But they’d never stuck around. “Why do you ask me this when you already know the answer is no? We spend all our time together, I don’t have time for anyone else” He laughed, taking another swig of his fourth beer.

“So, are there any boys?” He retorted while you rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah there’s one annoying one who depends on me for everything, his name is Shawn” you cracked yourself up, you and Shawn knew at this point the alcohol was overwhelming you. You had stayed up for another few hours, finishing off a few episodes of Jane The Virgin. “I think it’s bedtime for you, look at you” he snickered while he cleaned up the leftovers and empty bottles. You were still laid up on the couch, but now half asleep. “Only if I get to stay in your bed” you replied with a giggle, looking up at him while he stood over cleaning off the coffee table in front of you. Drunk you had a lot more courage than your sober self. “I suppose, only if you stay on your side” He laughed, obviously a bit tipsy as well. You helped him scoop up the rest of the mess before you headed towards his bedroom door instead of your own.

“So, what are we gonna talk about? I haven’t shared a bed with a boy since you started cockblocking me two years ago” you teased, looking at him from across the bed. “Cockblocking?” He asked while confused. “Yeah. You think any guy is gonna wanna try and get with me at a bar when I’m always with this extremely good-looking tall dude scaring them off?” You replied truthfully, the alcohol had obviously worn off by this point of the night. “You think I’m good-looking?” he teased, poking his tongue out at you. “Of course I think that! I’ve only had a crush on you for the last eighteen months” you finally admitted, afraid of his reaction. “That’s the alcohol talking” He sighed, with a slight look of disappointment on his face. “It’s really not. I just don’t want to risk my job, Shawn. We’ve been so professional together, trying to not break any rules. I never wanted people to think that I got to where I am by sleeping with my boss. I’d never go against Andrew or your label, Shawn. I love our relationship and how we are together so much. I’d never risk that because of a stupid little crush” You were almost crying at this point, wiping away tears as you sat up in the bed.

“It’s not a stupid crush y/n. You know heaps of people around me have said that we look like a couple. I like you as well, you must know that already. I have for ages, that’s why I’ve never dated anyone since we got to know each other. We just can’t act on it; it would be so unprofessional” he admitted. “I wish we could, I really do. You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now. But as you said I would hate for people to think any less of you because of it” he continued. “That’s what I thought, I want more than anything for us to actually be together and I’m annoyed that it took alcohol for me to tell you. Do you even remember when we kissed in Germany?” you asked him. “Of course I remember it. I think about it all the time” He exclaimed. “We can’t be talking about this y/n” He sighed, looking over at you. “Can’t talk about what, Shawn?” You sassed back, your sadness quickly turning to anger. “Us. There can’t be an us” He stated simply. “Then stop leading me on Shawn! You can’t treat me like more than a friend and turn it around on me when it suits you. It’s embarrassing. I don’t know if you remember, but you kissed me Shawn, not the other way around. If you want me to just act like your employee, that’s exactly what I’ll do” you yelled almost quietly, taking your pillow and storming back into the guest bedroom. You made sure to slam both his and your door as loud as you possibly could.

The next morning you made your way out to the kitchen to make your morning coffee before Shawn joined you. “I made you a coffee, boss” you sassed, passing him the extra cup you had just poured moments before he entered the kitchen. If he wanted you to act like an employee, that’s exactly what you’d do. “Thank you. I ordered from that breakfast place you like down the road. I just have to make a phone call; can you just go to the door and grab it? It should be here any minute. Then I want to actually discuss what the fuck actually happened last night.” He stated, finishing his iPhone out of his pocket. “Sure” you replied, heading to the door quickly, with your coffee still in hand, to meet the delivery driver. You grabbed the food and tipped the driver before heading back inside the door while Shawn finished off his phone call.

You didn’t want to listen in, but you couldn’t help it. “Yeah, yeah of course” he replied to the person on the phone. “No, I’m definitely single. I’d love to take you out once you get to LA” he told the person on the other side of the call. You couldn’t help but freeze in place when you heard what he said, dropping the coffee cup, allowing the liquid to spill everywhere and the porcelain to break all over the floor, tears filling your eyes. “I’ve gotta go” He hung up quickly before looking over at you near the entrance. “y/n?” He questioned as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes. “Yeah, I heard that Shawn” You replied angrily, dropping the bag of food on the kitchen bench before storming off into your guest room, locking the door behind you.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes imagine #ShawnMendesWritingCircle #shawn mendes x pa! reader #shawn mendes x y/n

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lucisgf · 4 years

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Welcome Back

Once again, this does not go with Chapter 21. This oneshot is in the third person with she/her pronouns.

Trigger warning: alcohol and being drunk take place

Mc sighed. It had already been a month since she got back to the human world. Sure, she had missed it while she was in the Devildom, but that doesn’t mean it necessarily missed her as well.

Life had continued on after she left. What did she expect? It’s not like time would just stop as she lived in the Devildom. Mc knew that, but was still surprised by how much had happened while she was gone.

There were a few obstacles after she had gotten back. Mc was extremely late on her rent, she got demoted quite a few times, and she had to make up an excuse for being gone for so long. If she just told them what had happened, they’d call her crazy. Mc had decided to avoid that at all costs.

As much as she wanted to summon the demon brothers to her, she couldn’t. Her powers didn’t work in the human world. Luckily though, her D.D.D continued to work. In fact, mc was on it more than her actual phone.

She stayed in contact with the boys, talking to at least one of them everyday. They made it very clear that they had missed her as well. They begged Diavolo to let them visit her, but nevertheless they couldn’t.

It had only been a month, but it felt like eternity back in the Devildom. Mc had made quite the impression on them while she was there.

Mammon stopped getting into as much trouble. He was much more quiet. Of course, his brothers would still call him a scumbag, that would never change.

Levi stayed in his room even more than before. He played games and talked to Henry about how he missed her.

Satan acted normal. He continued reading, but started reading mc’s type of books instead of his own. Although, whenever he saw a kitten, he couldn’t help but think of her.

Asmo tried to carry on as usual as well, maybe trying a bit too much. Get him drunk though, and he’ll start crying saying how things can’t go back to normal.

Beel started eating less. At first, he tried eating more and more to fill the empty feeling, but it was never enough.

Belphie tried to get along with his brothers a lot more, thinking it’s what mc would want. He often dreamt of her.

Lucifer drowned himself in his work. Late into the night, he would cry, not allowing anyone to see. He spoke to mc the least as well, as much as he wanted to talked to her, he restrained himself.

It was painfully obvious to Diavolo and Barbatos what was happening, but there wasn’t much they could do. Of course they could bring mc back down, but were afraid of the possibility of her being happy up in the human world.

Although that wasn’t the case, she’d never let them know about that little fact. She tried her best to stay cheery when talking to them.

It wasn’t long before mc had had enough of the human world. Sure, she had friends and family there, but the Devildom was where her real friends and family were.

One night, mc had gotten herself a bit tipsy. She stumbled into her apartment and took out her D.D.D. Her fingers fumbled around before video calling the eldest.

Lucifer has just gotten ready to go to sleep. It had been a long day and he was exhausted. His D.D.D started ringing as he sighed with annoyance. Who would call him this late? It took him a minute to collect himself as mc’s name flashed across the screen. He quickly accepted the call.

“Luci~ I miss you guys,” a stumbling mc whined.

“Mc, are you drunk?” Lucifer asked with concern in his voice.

Mc simply giggled and nodded in response, “I- *hic*-got lonely and-*hic*-had a few drinks.”

He sighed and rubbed his head, “You didn’t do anything stupid did you? Did something happen?”

She nodded as her face went serious. “I miss you~ *hic* Come save me,” she whined once again.

“Mc, you should go rest. You’re not in the right state of mind. Get a glass of water and go sleep.” Lucifer instructed.

“N-no-*hic*- I can’t sleep without you holding me.”

His cheeks turned pink as the words came out of her mouth.

“Can’t you bring me down there even if-*hic*-it’s just for a night?” Mc pleaded.

Lucifer thought for a moment before nodding, “I suppose I could summon you here if you miss me that badly.” He couldn’t help the small smirk on his face, as she quickly nodded her head. Lucifer ended the call as he began to summon her.

Light surrounded mc and in the blink of an eye, she was in Lucifer’s room. She stumbled her way over to him and hugged him. Lucifer couldn’t help a small chuckle as he hugged her back.

He placed her on his bed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to make it herself, before grabbing a t-shirt. Yes, even Lucifer had a t-shirt.

The first-born walked back to his bed and began taking off mc’s shirt.

Mc hit him lightly. ” Luci~ I just got here,” she exclaimed. Lucifer simply shook his head, “I’m simply changing you into something more comfortable,” he started, “we can continue what happened last time when you’re not so drunk.”

Her cheeks burned as she let him change her top. She tried to move around, but Lucifer held her still. Once he was done, she held out her arms, making her hands do the grabby motion.

He crawled into bed next to her as he patted his chest, “Come.” That was all the drunk mc needed before crawling over and snuggling into his chest.

“Night night Luci~ *hic* I love you,” she mumbled before quickly falling asleep as Lucifer wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head and let sleep overtake him as well.

Mc woke up with the worst headache. She held her head before realizing she wasn’t in her bed. She slowly looked up to see a smiling Lucifer watching her. “How-what happened last night?” she questioned, extremely confused as to how she had gotten into his bed.

He smirked a bit and took his time answering, “You got drunk, called me, had me summon you here, and fell asleep in my arms.”

Mc’s jaw dropped. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything embarrassing,” she winced.

Lucifer chuckled softly, “You’re a terrible drunk, mc. Stay away from alcohol unless you’re with me.” He took one of his arms from her body and handed her some water and medicine.

She happily took it as she sat up. “That bad?” she asked. He simply hummed in response as she hid her face in her hands. Lucifer couldn’t help but watch her with a smirk.

“You’re lucky you called me. Who knows what you’d be doing if you called anyone else,” he teased. Mc put the glass to the side and laid back down, hiding her face in his chest.

She was strangely really comfortable with him and he didn’t seem to mind.

Screaming came from outside the door as Lucifer sighed and closed his eyes.

Mammon and Levi ran through the door as they continued to bicker.

“Mc isn’t answering her D.D.D and she always calls me in the morning,” Mammon wailed, not noticing the body on his brother’s chest.

“I told you, she’s probably busy!” Levi sighed, also being oblivious to the other person in the room.

“Who wouldn’t want to talk to Mammon the Great when they wake up?” the white-haired boy insisted.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the brothers to come in and start complaining. They all bickered over what had happened.

Lucifer cleared his voice before suggesting, “Why don’t you just ask her?” Mc slowly lifted her face from Lucifer’s chest; her cheeks turned a deep crimson from embarrassment.

“Hi,” she squeaked as the other brothers looked at her in disbelief. Lucifer and mc sat up, Lucifer keeping his arm around her.

The room was silent before Asmo spoke up, “You should have invited me. I would’ve loved to play in the sheets with you.” He quickly went to the bed and snuggled up against mc.

Mc’s eyes widened, “I-We didn’t-“ She was a complete mess and she looked to Lucifer for help. Lucifer simply smirked, “Not last night at least.” Mc hit him lightly as Asmo snuggled up to her.

“Oi human come and give us a hug,” a familiar voice complained. Mc smiled and somehow got out of Asmo and Lucifer’s grasps to run and give the avatar of greed a giant hug, almost toppling the two of them over.

Beel smiled as he caught the two and hugged them both. The rest of the brothers came and joined the group hug.

“When did you get here?” the fourth eldest asked after they all let go.

Mc furrowed her brows, trying to remember. “At some point last night,” she responded. Lucifer quickly answered for her, “In the middle of the night. She was drunk and had me summon her here.”

They all nodded. “Wait, but how did you summon her here? I thought only Diavolo could,” the youngest questioned.

Lucifer smirked, letting the question hang in the air.

Suddenly there was a loud grumbling noise. “Sorry, I’m hungry,” Beel smiled innocently.

Mc nodded, “Let’s go get some breakfast then. I can make some pancakes.” Everyone nodded as they started walking out.

“Ah, Mc, y-you’re not wearing any pants.” the purple-haired otaku stated.

Mc blushed and ran to hide behind Lucifer. “I-I’ll change first,” she stammered.

The avatar of lust couldn’t help himself, “No need to be shy, hun. We don’t mind.”

“You’re supposed to be hiding behind me anyways,” Mammon groaned.

Lucifer moved mc behind him completely before stating, “We will be up in a minute. Now, out.”

“We?” Asmo teased before getting kicked out along with the others.

Lucifer turned to mc with a small smile. “They’re glad you’re back,” he spoke quietly.

She nodded with a smile, “Me too.” She looked around for a moment before asking, “Where are my pants?”

Lucifer smirked before shrugging and grabbing his own clothes, “I don’t know, but let’s take our time.”

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mistletoe? oh no! - im jaebeom

⇢ prompt Why do we kiss under a mistletoe when it’s a parasitic plant that steals nutrients from its host tree? ⇢ pairing jaebeom x female reader ⇢ word count 6.9k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings swearing. alcohol. suggestive make out at the end :D ⇢ summary Six months ago, you drunkenly kissed Im Jaebeom on a beach trip with your friends. Afterward, the awkward tension kept the two of you from ever having the ‘What are we?’ talk and eventually, too much time had passed for anything to ever happen. Luckily, Pollyanna and a stupidly placed mistletoe have brought your feelings to the boiling point.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n happy new year’s my loves! as one last hurrah for 2019 & as part of @kwritersworld‘s holiday writing event, here is yet another idiots to lovers, christmas/nye au! here’s to a lovely new year, & new decade. i hope you all have a blessed, joyous, & prosperous year. i love you! ♥︎

You once thought that you were an introvert.

You know— someone deemed shy, with a preference to keep to themselves rather than going out of their way to interact with others. Introvert. Opposite of extrovert.

It wasn’t until you were a senior in high school did you learn new definitions for these personality categories. An introvert—according to your philosophy teacher and a TED Talk speaker shown on the projector during class—is someone who, simply put, thinks of how they feel before speaking. Extroverts, on the other hand, only identify their true feelings on a topic after they have begun discussing it.

The lesson stuck with you. Albeit your perpetual reservation from others, you were always one to argue. Smart, excellent report card over the years— but found yourself blurting your opinion out at the first chance before fully thinking it through. Now, you concluded, I suppose I’m an extrovert if that truly is what it means. This knowledge, for some strange reason, gave you a token for change. If I’m an extrovert, you thought, I must start acting one.

Now, having just been accepted into law school, you think you have hit the nail on the head when it comes to meeting both definitions of an extrovert. Park Jinyoung, on the other hand, has his doubts.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Have you really thought about what this is gonna do to your life?” Despite the genuine concern laced in his tone, Jinyoung’s words make you wince. How he manages to suck the life out of a celebratory night out for drinks truly is beyond you.

“Yes, Jinyoung,” you groan, taking a desperate sip of your coquito like it’s really going to help against his insufferableness, “I’ve only been working for this for a few years, let me change my mind now.”

“You didn’t answer the question,” he counters, leaning in close enough for you to taste his Jo Malone fragrance on your tongue. You raise a skeptical brow at him. “Have you thought about what becoming a lawyer is going to make of your life?” His words are clipped and emphasized like he is speaking to a child, trying desperately to get his point across.

“I appreciate you looking out for me and my future, Jinyoung,” you sigh, reclining back in your bar stool because sitting that close to Jinyoung for that long makes your head dizzy, “but I promise you, I have thought about this. I know I have a lot of hard work ahead of me, but it’s what I want to do. I promise.”

Jinyoung huffs, defeated, before tipping his wine glass back and chugging what is left like some sort of animal. Very not Jinyoung-like. “Well, then I guess there’s no reason to not celebrate with you,” he grins. Then, not even a beat later, “When are you gonna make time to marry Jaebeom and have a bunch of sexy little babies?”

“Aw, for crying out loud!” You howl, slapping a hand to your forehead before turning to him with a pointed glare and a pointed finger. “Okay, first of all, the fact that you used sexy and babies in the same sentence concerns me. And second, stop saying me and Jaebeom are going to get married! He doesn’t even look at me, how do you equate marriage out of that?”

“You mean, you don’t look at him. You guys had a great time when we went to the beach not even six months ago, saw each other half naked, shared a drunken kiss before bed, and then dropped all communication! What the hell is up with that?” Jinyoung has a habit of lecturing you like it’s his full-time job and it drives you absolutely insane because he’s always right.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumble, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a lengthy sip just to buy some time. “Come on, ___. My boy is out here drowning in unrequited love while you’re just all ‘Teehee! I’m a lawyer! Don’t talk to me when I’m doing lawyer tings!’ Cut the bullshit and let him take you on a date and blow your back out for Christ’s sake!”

You are physically unable to suppress your laughter, hand flying to cover your mouth and head thrown back at his comical outburst. He’s lucky you love him or else he would seriously regret that outrageously inaccurate imitation of your voice. He’s lucky you are tipsy enough to lose yourself in laughter and he’s especially lucky that he is correct, once again.

“Jinyoung,” you wheeze, letting out one more breathless giggle before flipping on the serious mode switch, “I would love to not only go out on a date with Jaebeom, but to date him. But things got awkward and so much time as passed that suddenly starting things up again would be weird. Don’t you think?”

“No!” Jinyoung yells. Half the people at the bar jump at the noise and turn to glare. You do just the same before shooting an older gentleman beside Jinyoung an apologetic look. “I just don’t think you’re drinking enough.”

“Yes,” then, a pause to ask the bartender for the check now that Jinyoung’s lectures are starting to put a downer on you, “that’s exactly it. I’m afraid to get drunk off my ass when Jaebeom’s around because I’ll do something stupid and either scare him off or bring him home and both are terrible options!”

“You’re no fun,” Jinyoung scoffs, “my two best friends, both pining after one another, but pulling the sixteen-year-old card and not talking to each other. Great! Just great.”

You laugh, hopping down from your seat and patting his knee once you have slipped on your coat. “Buy a mistletoe for the Christmas party and maybe something can be arranged.”

Jinyoung doesn’t find it funny.

For the past six years, it has been tradition for you and your friends to have a belated Christmas slash New Year’s party where Pollyanna gifts are exchanged and an excessive amount of alcohol is consumed because, well, your friends are fun. For the past three, however, you have been holding said party at Youngjae’s house, because he is the only one who has a house and houses are infinitely better for parties than apartments. Plus, Youngjae is a gracious man who welcomes the company year after year. Can’t understand why he wants nine psychopaths in his lovely little abode, but that’s not your problem.

What is your problem is the fact that there actually is a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling fan in the kitchen. You’re going to kill Jinyoung.

You once thought Choi Youngjae was the coolest person to bless the planet. Now, you’re not so sure.

It’s the first thing your eye goes to upon entering Youngjae’s outrageously beautiful row home. Usually, you need a solid ten minutes to accept the fact that you will never become a model and have as many zeroes at the end of your savings as Youngjae, spending way too much time swooning over his grey vinyl wood floors and brick fireplace and white marble countertops. This time, however, while Jinyoung and Yugyeom do the whole bro hug greeting after wiping the snow from their shoes, you stand pressed up awkwardly against the front door, crockpot of buffalo chicken dip in hand, glaring at the stupid thing from two rooms over. Before you can turn an accusing finger to Jinyoung, Youngjae has turned to welcome you.

“You made it!” He cheers, flashing that thousand-watt smile of his and easing some of the tension that has begun to build up in your nerves like plaque. “Somehow, someway,” you return, relaxing into his embrace when he curves around the precious chicken dip to offer a half hug. “You need a drink,” Youngjae decides after having evaluated the lack of excitement in your response. Following after Jinyoung and Yugyeom, he leads you into the kitchen with a lively bounce to his step. “Bambam just finished making hot toddies, or you could be the first to take from our jell-o shot Christmas tree.”

He gestures to said “tree” on his dining table, a neatly stacked pile of green, red, and blue jell-o shots and you feel awfully terrible at having to ruin its perfected assembly. “It’s beautiful,” you muse, setting the crockpot on the counter and plugging its cord into an outlet, “it would be my honor to have the first one.”

“___!” Hollers Jackson as he slides open the door from the back patio and enters the kitchen, Maggie filing in after him. He must have joined her for a smoke outside. He proceeds to do a little dance shimmy as he makes his way over to you. “Jackson, my love,” you grin, squeezing him into a tight hug after he slaps a messy kiss to your cheek. “How are you, Miss I-Got-Accepted-Into-Law-School?”

That is going to be the topic of discussion for the night, it seems, and the heat of an embarrassed blush works its way up your neck at the realization. “I’m good. Really good, actually,” you say, directing your attention to Maggie who slips around Jackson to tuck into your side, “definitely not as stressed as I was. The holidays are a nice break from everything.”

“We’re all so proud of you,” Maggie hums, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Seriously, congratulations, again. You deserve it,” Jackson praises, reaching to squeeze your cheek. You swat his hand away in fear he will mess up the foundation you spent way too much time applying.

“Thank you, guys. I’m glad someone is happy for me,” you grumble, directing a cold glare to Jinyoung who, somehow, has already managed to fire Yugyeom up.

“What?” Bambam interjects, jumping into the conversation now that he has made his way into the room. “Didn’t you guys go out when you got accepted?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, smiling to the very expensive looking boy, “but he’s more worried than excited. Thinks I’m not considering how becoming a lawyer is going to affect my future, the stress of it, having a family, but…”

Maggie scoffs. “God, he sounds like your dad.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Ugh! Everyone, shoo! Why are we all in the kitchen? Go sit in the living room,” Youngjae hisses, grabbing Bambam by the shoulders and shoving him out of the room. Bambam makes a sound of protest, gesturing dramatically to all the food and the pot of hot toddy still on the stove.

“You can come back when there isn’t an entire crowd in here,” Youngjae counters, slapping a handful of jell-o shots into his hands, “I made Yugyeom promise to not eat all of ___’s dip, you don’t need to worry.” Bambam grumbles in response, stumbling after the others and you follow suit with a laugh.

Pausing just before the living room, Bambam stops to pass everyone a shot. “Here’s to Christmas and getting Jaebeom and ___ to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“Stop!” You whine, just as the rest ‘clink’ their cups and shout, “Cheers!” Nevertheless, down the hatch the jell-o goes and you glare at them all once they are done.

“Oh, speak of the Devil,” Yugyeom snickers just as you have ran ahead to crash down on the sofa, stretching your legs out across the chaise. Rolling over off your stomach, you turn to watch Mark, Jaebeom, and Shelby arrive, one too many gift bags and bottles of wine in hand. “Oh,” Maggie whispers from beside you, elbow nudging into your side, “look at your man.”

Funny thing is, you already are. To give you the benefit of the doubt— you were already watching the trio stumble into the room anyway, but it just so happened you stopped at Jaebeom. Before things between you got complicated, when you were just friends, he always had a way of stealing the oxygen from your lungs. Now is no different.

Dressed in black slacks, a white tee tucked in and a baby blue blazer to top it all off, Jaebeom looks nothing short of marvelous. He’s been growing his hair out, too, the black waves curling down to brush his cheekbones, screaming to be combed through with your fingers. And oh Christ, you can’t even begin to talk about the nose piercing. In the midst of your swooning, Jaebeom looks up after having deemed his sneakers clean enough to walk through Youngjae’s home, scanning the room before conveniently landing on you. The blush on both of your faces is instantaneous, hardly a second of maintaining eye contact before the embarrassment burns too hot and you turn away. Still, you can’t fight your smile.

Neither can he.

“Now the party’s started!” Mark hoots, swinging two bottles in the air like he’s asking for disaster. “Hurry and put everything down so we can play something,” Yugyeom whines from his seat across the room, pushing Jaebeom’s butt to move faster. “Patience is a virtue, Yugyeom,” Jinyoung comments, throwing a Hershey Kiss wrapper at him.

“Absolute children,” Maggie mutters. You hum in agreement.

“Do you wanna play the alphabet game?” Bambam proposes, earning a groan from Jackson. He hates the game, despite how often you all play it, claiming it takes too much brain power for a party.

“Yes! I’m down,” Shelby shouts anyway, having returned in time to hear Bambam’s question. To Jackson’s misery, you all agree as well.

“Youngjae!” Bambam shouts, waiting for him to yell back. “Grab the peppermint vodka when you come in! We’re playing the alphabet game!”

The way you all play most likely has deviated from the original rules of the game, but it works and it’s fun. Sitting in a circle, you go through the alphabet, naming something in a certain category that begins with whatever letter you’re on. For example, if you were doing fruits and were on the letter W, you could say watermelon. But, the person to your right is counting to ten, and once that time is up, you have to take a shot and the letter moves on to the next person until someone gets a word. Sounds easy, until you’re three shots in and not even halfway through the alphabet.

With Shelby collapsing down between Yugyeom and Jackson on the love seat, Youngjae on the armchair by the fireplace, and Mark on the bean bag brought down from upstairs, you realize with a rising sense of panic that the only possible seating for Jaebeom is by—

“Hey,” he says, tapping your outstretched legs, “can I sit here? You can keep your legs stretched. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, sure, sure!” You squeak, jerking to sit up and to pull your legs to your chest. However, just as he sits, he grabs your ankles to tug them back. Hesitantly, and with an appreciative smile sent his way, you hesitantly lay your legs over his lap, his arms comfortably rested over them. Oh, fuck.

Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the way your heart flutters in her chest, you turn back to your friends where the game is just starting.

“Okay, I’ll start since I’m in the middle,” Mark announces, readjusting himself in the bean bag to sit closer to the coffee table, “Yugyeom, you count. Actually, you don’t need to, I already have my word. A, as in artificial tree.”

“One word, idiot,” Youngjae scoffs, smacking the back of Mark’s head, “take a shot. Yugyeom, you go.”

The younger boy pales, panicking when Mark does as he is told. Then, he blurts, “A as in angel!”

“B as in bells!” Shelby shouts.

“C as in… Christmas,” Jackson says with a wink.

“D as in December,” Jinyoung hums nonchalantly.

“E as in eggnog!” Bambam cheers.

“F as in…” Maggie pales, trailing off. In your head, you start to count, while simultaneously trying to think of a holiday word that starts with F. “Festive!” She shouts suddenly. “Oh, shit, um… G as in… gingerbread?” You huff, relieved.

“H as in holiday,” Jaebeom says with a soft smile. All eyes are on Youngjae as he stares hopelessly at the ceiling. “I, as in…”

In your head, you count alongside Mark. “What the fuck starts with I?” Youngjae hisses, slapping his knees anxiously. The silence is deafening until Mark shouts with a sadistic grin, “TEN!” Youngjae hangs his head low before reaching for the bottle. Ironic, because Mark can’t think of a word, and neither can Yugyeom, Shelby, or Jackson. Jinyoung grins at their expense until it’s his turn. “Icicle,” he says without a beat.

“That’s not Christmas-y!” Yugyeom whines, hands thrown up dramatically. “Can you think of anything better, stupid?” Jinyoung fires back, evidently shutting him up. Poor Yugyeom, he can never win.

“J as in Jesus,” Bambam says with a laugh.

“K? Bruh, you gotta be joking,” Maggie sighs, throwing her head back against the sofa, trying to concentrate. “Ten,” you sigh sadly even though you counted to fifteen, patting her knee and Youngjae passes her the bottle. “Um, K as in…” Christ, you can’t think of anything either. Kris Kringle? No, two words, fuck.

“Ten!” Jaebeom chuckles, squeezing your calf and you quickly take a swig with a wince. The round goes all the way to Shelby, who happily yells, “Kings!”

The game drags on, keeping you all at the edge of your seats by the time U and V come around. When it comes to W, everyone has had one too many shots to be able to think quickly enough to come up with wreath. Except for Jinyoung, of course. You give up on Z, deciding there is no such word and you all let out a relieved breath at the game’s conclusion. “Does this mean we can eat now?” Jackson mumbles, far too gone for a party that has only started hardly an hour ago.

“Yes! I’m ravenous,” Bambam groans, helping his friend stand. Together, they’re the first to make way into the kitchen and you’re surprised Youngjae doesn’t chase after them to make sure they don’t knock anything over.

“Well,” Jaebeom yawns and you are suddenly mortified to realize that your legs are still casually stretched out over his lap. “That was fun.” Swinging your legs away and moving to sit up, you nod in agreement. “Very fun. Love watching you and Jinyoung outsmart us every time.”

“Hey,” he frowns, elbowing your arm now that you’re sitting upright beside him, “nobody could think of tree for T, but you did, so shush.” You turn to give him an unamused look. “That’s because Jinyoung was overthinking, and Maggie and Bam drank too much,” you laugh, standing with a stretch. Jaebeom raises an eyebrow. “What?” You ask, unsure of what that look means.

“Why does your snowman have a cape? Oh—” he starts, lifting the fabric attached to the winking snowman on your ugly sweater to find a carrot penis below the three buttons. Jaebeom breaks out into laughter, face scrunched up and head thrown back and it consequently makes you laugh, too. Well, if there was any person that was going to ask first, you’re glad it was him. “Was not expecting that,” he chuckles, wiping the tears that have accumulated at his eyes before rising to stand and oh, suddenly you feel so small with him standing so close to you like that. God, he’s beautiful, you admire. Without thinking, you brush away a tuft of hair that has fallen over his eye, just to see your favorite pair of moles. It isn’t until rosiness blooms across his cheekbones do you realize what you just did.

“Sorry,” you rush breathlessly, taking a step back and turning to make sure nobody saw that. Luckily, only Shelby and Yugyeom remain, too busy cozying up to one another to notice. “___!” Maggie shouts from the kitchen like some godsent angel whose purpose is to save you from awkward moments. “You have to come see this!”

You shoot Jaebeom an awkward smile before swinging around him and making a beeline for the kitchen. Idiot, you scold yourself before taking a deep breath and bringing a smile to your face. “What?” You hum, leaning your head on Maggie’s shoulder. All it is is a SnapChat story of someone you went to university with, a picture of an engagement ring, but you are beyond grateful she called you in. After she stops to take a selfie with you, you navigate around your friends to start a pile of food on your plate, everything from dim sum (thanks, Jackson), grilled pork belly, kimbap, bulgogi sandwiches, spaghetti (thanks, Jackson, part two), and, of course, tortilla chips with your buffalo chicken dip. Big plate for big brain.

Despite the crowdedness, thankfully you are able to avoid standing anywhere close to the mistletoe once Jaebeom enters the room only a few moments later. Finally making your way to the dining table, you let out a sigh of relief now that you don’t have to worry about anything looming above. Of course, your friends have a different idea.

“___,” Maggie purrs just as you have set your plate down, gazing at you expectantly and fluttering her lashes.

“What do you want?”

“Could you get a water for me? There’s bottles in the fridge. Pleeeaaase?” She sings. You wave her off, having already turned around. Can’t be mad at her, honestly; you forgot to grab something for yourself to drink, anyway. Pulling two bottles off the shelves and nudging the refrigerator door closed, you’re just trying to grab a potato chip from the bowl on the counter when Mark rounds the corner and trips over his own feet, coincidentally falling towards you but when you step back to avoid the red wine sloshing in his glass, Jinyoung has suddenly appeared behind you and you stumble over his foot.

It’s a good plan, you think, expecting Jaebeom to catch you like some fucking knight of shining armor and steady you just below the mistletoe, but unfortunately for them, you’re quick to reach for the counter and Jaebeom has literally just turned around in his search for silverware. Regaining your balance against the cabinets, you do not miss the group’s combined groan of disappointment and can’t help but triumphantly grin. “You okay, Mark?” You ask, spinning around and suppressing a laugh at the ‘please don’t kill me’ look in the older boy’s eyes. “Yep,” he coughs, stepping to the side as you brush past.

Dinner is tense, to say the least. Maybe it’s just you. You’re annoyed, beyond so, at your friends’ lack of maturity. Relatively speaking, yes, they are trying to help push you and Jaebeom in the right direction, but their ways of operation lack any beneficial qualities. This is your problem, and you have to deal with it yourself.

You stay quiet, for the most part, occupying your thoughts simply on eating and the approaching excitement of Pollyanna. When you all picked out of a hat a little over a month ago, you initially panicked at Bambam’s name looking back at you on the folded piece of paper. As it turned out, buying gifts for him ended up working out; first, you found matching sweaters for him and his cats, then a travel set for his Bleu de Chanel cologne, a mermaid blanket he had found an Instagram ad for and wouldn’t shut up about, and finally a gift card to his favorite Thai restaurant. What’s more exciting is finding out who has your gifts. Plus, everyone did incredibly well keeping quiet this year, managing to make it all the way without slipping who had who.

Unfortunately, your irritable emotions aren’t done for the night. After finishing your much needed, sobering meal, your goblin friends are prepared to have you and Jaebeom beneath that mistletoe if it’s the last thing they will ever do. Trying to clean up before everyone really gets trashed is an absolute nightmare, everyone taking part in the scheme of leaving just the two of you in the room, nudging him your way, asking you to help Jaebeom do this, help Jaebeom do that. It only gets worse once he realizes what they’re trying to do, curving around you like you have the plague and each time you make eye contact, you contemplate fleeing to the bathroom just to scream.

After what feels like ages spent in the stifling kitchen, you migrate back to the living room to finally, finally open gifts. Good riddance, mistletoe. At everyone’s look of general disappointment, you let out your umpteenth relieved sigh of the night and collapse back into your precious spot at the sofa. You know you’re getting old when you have only been out for two and a half hours and you’re already exhausted.

To make matters worse—or better, you can’t really tell at this point—Jaebeom also sits back down beside you. You can tell he’s anxious; he’s gone back and forth between picking at his nails and a scab on his jaw for a while now and you almost want to say something until you remember how deliberately he dodged you in the kitchen. Maybe, just maybe, a part of you had hoped he would have taken the opportunity and kissed you himself. Why would things ever be so simple?

“Alrighty, friends,” settling into his chair, Youngjae beams. “Let’s get this party started. We’ll go in the same circle as before.”

In turn, Mark flashes that boyish smile of his and leans across the table to pass a bag and small box to Jinyoung. “Ooh,” the younger boy hums excitedly, “thanks, Mark.” Next, Yugyeom hands Jackson a bag, Shelby slides a big box to Youngjae, and, breaking into a fit of laughter, Jackson ends up giving a bag right back to Yugyeom. Jinyoung passes Maggie her gift, and when Bambam rises to hand Jaebeom a hefty bag, you can’t help but miss the way he glances sadly to you before smiling gratefully at his friend and engulfing him into a hug. Suddenly, it dawns on you that there are only three other people left, and watch with an impending sense of dread as Maggie walks across the room to give Shelby her gift. Two left.

Grinning excitedly, you lean over to pass Bambam his gift bag, earning a smile in return bright enough to put the Sun out of business. Now, the moment you all have been waiting for.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turn to Jaebeom, sending all prayers to God that he will rise to hand Mark the bag in his hands.

The universe laughs.

“Ugh,” Jaebeom groans, grinning like a Cheshire cat, “you’re so far.” He places the gift bag, which, is surprisingly heavier than expected, on your lap. “Thanks, Jae,” you manage, smiling fondly at him. Behind him, Youngjae drops a box by Mark’s feet, but by now everything around you has faded into the background, leaving only you and Jaebeom floating in the midst of it all. Even though he has turned away, you can’t stop staring at him. Why’d it have to be him? What are the chances? God, something tells you you’re going to fall in love by the time the night is over.

It isn’t until the tearing of wrapping paper registers in your mind do you snap out of it, coming back to reality and quickly redirecting your attention to opening your gift.

There’s a lot to unfold here, you think with a racing heart, removing the tissue paper and finding three separate items inside. You go for the small box first. It’s a jewelry box, no doubt, but this doesn’t keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay once you lift the beige lid to reveal a rose gold bracelet, diamonds in the pattern of a constellation. There’s a small card attached to the lid, too, and flipping that over you read that it is the constellation for your zodiac sign. “Jae,” you whimper, lips curling into a pout and he laughs at your touched expression. “This is beautiful.”

“Shh! Open everything first,” he hushes, waving you off and returning to his own gift.

Sucking in a deep breath, you do as you’re told and reach for the much larger box. Tearing open the wrapping paper and lifting the lid, you find a glass dome atop a wooden base, and inside is a beautiful red and gold rose with little fairy lights surrounding it. A Beauty and the Beast replicate, without a doubt, and it is so stunning you wish you could lift the glass and feel the fake rose for yourself. A man of taste, without a doubt.

Last but not least, you grab the envelope and excitedly tear it open, because envelopes mean one of three things: 1) a card 2) tickets 3) money, all unlikely options when it comes to Pollyanna.

Well, maybe not, because inside are two passes for the art museum up in the city. “Dude,” you kick Jaebeom’s ankle and stammer out, “how did you? When did you?”

He laughs. “You mentioned wanting to go a few months ago, and I didn’t think you ever got a chance. You haven’t, right?” He sounds worried. “No, I never got to go,” swallowing past the desert dryness of your throat, “thank you, Jaebeom. Everything is so beautiful.”

“Of course, ___,” he smiles, reaching for your hand and even though it’s only a gentle squeeze he gives you, it has your heart doing somersaults. “Anything for you.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. You are going through some serious torture here and still won’t make a move!

Everyone is extraordinarily jovial after opening gifts. With Christmas music filling the room with cheer and one too many drinks being mixed, holiday charades and pin the nose on Rudolph are played with high spirits and excessive competitiveness. The night is fun, without a doubt, and you try to ignore the way your friends are still trying to get you and Jaebeom under the mistletoe no matter how annoying it may be. Why can’t they do it to Yugyeom and Shelby? Sure, everyone knows they fuck but neither of them have the balls to officially ask the other out, so why are you the one targeted? Jaebeom didn’t ask for this, either.

“Fuck!” Youngjae groans when Maggie makes her shot into their cup for jingle bell beer pong. Since freshman year, you and Maggie have fought back and forth for the champion's title against Youngjae and Jackson. With this being the second win against them for the night, you get to wear the label proud until next time. “Oh, yeah, baby!” She shouts, doing a funky celebratory dance before jumping to give you a hug.

“I’m a disgrace to the Chinese community,” Jackson cries—literally—before squatting to bury his face in his knees.

“HA!” You laugh mercilessly, jumping along with Maggie in triumph. “You guys are so mean,” Mark chuckles, walking away from their own losers’ championship to see what all the commotion is about. “Just to Youngjae and Jackson,” Maggie defends, gesturing to the pair having a drunken meltdown together. You hum in agreement.

“Yugyeom and Jaebeom are playing Jinyoung and Bambam. It’s pretty intense,” Mark explains, blatantly sarcastic when you glance curiously to the other table. “They’re all so drunk, they’re literally just throwing bells at each other.” He holds up one such bell that must have strayed away from the game. You laugh, hugging your jacket closer and watching Yugyeom begin to twerk when he finally makes a shot.

“My God,” Maggie snickers, shielding her eyes and turning away from the scene to comfort the still depressed Jackson.

“So,” Mark starts, “you and Jaebeom, huh?”

You groan. “Me and Jaebeom, what?”

“I mean, those gifts he gave you were pretty cute. What’s it gonna take for you to ask him to go to the museum with you, hm?” He purrs with a rise of his dark brows. Shit, he does have a point. Why else would Jaebeom give you two passes? To bring one of your other, definitely less artsy friends to go with you?”

Mark simpers at your speechless self, knowing he’s trumped you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you hold the cold air in long enough to gather your scrambling thoughts before releasing a heavy exhale with absolutely no change to how you feel. “I’ll try,” you grumble, “why can’t he make the first move?”

Mark lets out a dry laugh. “___, are you serious?”

“Huh? What—”

“He’s been making the first move for months,” he interrupts, shaking his head at your textbook definition denseness, “you’ve just been curving him the entire time. I know you’ve been busy with law school stuff the past few months, but come on, now. You have to grab him before someone else does.”

If it weren’t for the chill of the air keeping your cheeks and the tip of your nose cold and ruddy, you know the color would have drained from your face. Embarrassed and in desperate need for some space, you quickly turn away to look in the direction of the house, where Coco scratches at the backdoor.

“I, um, I’ll be right back,” you say, voice small. Heart hammering in your chest as you jog up the steps and across the small deck, it isn’t until you have slid open the door to let Coco out and closed it behind you do you let out a shaky sigh. “Jesus Christ,” you hiss, shaking off your jacket and slinging it over a chair before moving to cower in the corner. Reaching for what little tortilla chips are left, you anxiously take the lid off your chicken dip and begin shoveling mouthfuls into your mouth. Is it true? Have you really been the one dodging Jaebeom all this time? Sure, everyone always says it, especially Jinyoung, but it has seemed like Jaebeom has been curving you, too.

Maybe he has just been giving up.

This makes your head hurt, you think, bending down to rest your forehead against the counter. The fucking gifts, man. Mark is right—the bracelet, the rose lamp, the museum tickets. How did he remember that small detail you mentioned… when did you even mention it? You can’t remember, yet he did! Jesus, all this time you’ve wasted being an absolute clown over this. You’ll have to do something about it. Tonight, you decide, looking to the clock above the stove. 11:12 PM. Forty-eight minutes until New Year’s. You’ll kiss him, and that’s when you will—

“Ahem.” Behind you, someone clears their throat and it quite literally feels as if you have jumped out of your skin. “Jesus Christ!” You jump, spinning around with a heart thumping in your chest. Your heartbeat only mildly slows once you realize it’s only Jaebeom. OnlyJaebeom, yeah. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, chuckling awkwardly. “Did I interrupt something?”

You wince, beyond humiliated he caught you mid-pep talk slash breakdown. “No, no. You’re fine, I was just, um…”

“Catching a breath?” He finishes when you trail off. Maybe he’s not so drunk, after all.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking to your feet.

After a long moment of silence, Jaebeom clears his throat. “Listen, ___, I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you, and—”

“Wait!” You interrupt before your brain has even caught up. His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden excitement. “I need to tell you something, first.”

“Ohhh ‘kay,” he laughs nervously, stepping closer to lean against the counter beside you and his proximity suddenly makes it very hard to breathe, let alone figure out what you want to say.

“I don’t know where to start. Okay, um, first, I guess. The gifts you gave me? Amazing. Probably one of the best I’ve ever gotten. So thank you, really,” you start, rushed and out of breath. Jaebeom hums, lips tilting into an amused smirk. You don’t miss how he leans just barely closer. “Second. Mark was just talking to me, and he said something that just… fucked me up. Apparently, I’m good at school but not at catching when someone actually, truly likes me.”

At this, Jaebeom’s curiosity has peaked and his heartbeat starts to mirror your own. “I don’t know how this happened. I know we kissed over the summer, and you have been my friend for years but all of a sudden, I realized that I like you. You’re like, one of my favorite people in the world. But then things got crazy busy and I told myself I needed to concentrate, but for fuck’s sake, I’m still head over heels for you after all this time. And Mark said that if I don’t stop curving you, soon you are going to find someone else and, Jesus, I don’t think I can live with myself if I let you slip by.”

Somewhere in the middle of your ramble, Jaebeom has pressed himself to you and curled a finger through a belt loop in your jeans to keep you there against him. Even up close, he is so unbearably handsome, nose still beet red from the cold, lips cracked and face left unshaven. “So,” he whispers, raising his free hand to cup your face, “are you ready to finally stop running from me?” You offer a tiny nod, nuzzling into his hand before, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Can you kiss me?” Jaebeom doesn’t waste any time bothering to answer, tipping your chin up to meet his lips. Jaebeom’s kiss is soft, just a drawn-out peck but it’s enough to drop kick your sanity right out the door. “Tastes like buffalo chicken,” he whispers with a smile, just barely pulling back. Just as soon as he has stopped, you are fisting your hands into his jacket and tugging him back, greedily opening his mouth with yours and whimpering against him once he has caught the hint and slackened his jaw to deepen the kiss. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but kissing Jaebeom leaves you breathless, limbs weak kind of drunk on his taste and leaving you desperate for more.

“Jaebeom,” you sigh dreamily, arching into him when he drags a hand down your spine. “Fuck,” he whispers, pushing you further against the cabinets and mindlessly gyrating his hips with yours. Hands brushing past your ass to grip the back of your thighs, he orders, “Jump.” You do as he says, allowing him to help you onto the counter and you distantly pray someone doesn’t walk in on you, especially Youngjae. He’ll murder you if you knock something down.

“Can’t believe you’ve kept me waiting all this time when you kiss like that,” Jaebeom mutters, kissing along the length of your neck and groaning against your skin when your hands brush along the waistband of his pants. “Never met someone who wears an ugly sweater and still manages to be the hottest one in the room.”

Your breath hitches when his hand slips beneath your sweater, fingers brushing just over your bra and leaving fire in their wake. “Impossible,” you huff, wrapping your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer, his involuntary thrusts brushing deliciously against you, “when I say the same thing about you.” Jaebeom chuckles, returning to your mouth and cradling your jaw to meet him. You could do this forever, you think, nails digging into his arms when his hand cards through your hair and he kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

“God, I can’t do this when I’m not sober,” he sighs, leaning his forehead against yours and you can’t help but smile at the soft gesture. “Me too,” you admit, reaching to play with the soft hair at the back of his neck, “we can do this whenever now, though.” Jaebeom chuckles, leaning back to admire you before placing a much softer kiss on your lips. “Does that mean you’ll go out on a date with me?”

“Well, yes, of course,” you grin, sliding off the counter and cupping his face, “I meant what I said. I can’t bear the thought of not giving us a chance.”

“It’s about damn time,” Jaebeom teases, earning a light punch to his arm. “Hey! I’ve been stressed out of my mind. I was blind when it came to seeing you flirt with me.”

“I’m kidding, ___,” he chuckles, “I’m glad it took us until now. It’s a good way to start off the year, knowing I’ll meet my New Year’s Resolution and be able to bone you sooner than later.”

Your eyes widen at his words, warmth instantly blooming its way up your neck when you glance to the growing tent in his slacks and he lets out a triumphant laugh. In the midst of your embarrassed flush, the back-door slides open and none other than Jinyoung starts shouting, “Where the fuck have y’all been? Oh— shit! What happened?”

Then, not a heartbeat later, “Kiss! KIIIISSSSSSS!”

“KISS!” Maggie screams, bouncing behind Jinyoung and it isn’t until you look up do you understand. Of fucking course— the stupid mistletoe.

“Shall we, m’lady?” Jaebeom asks, voice laced with amusement. You quirk a brow at him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him closer.

“We shall.”

Not even three hours into the new decade, Jaebeom has already met his New Year’s Resolution.

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