#giving him a fake number and sending him on his way to go meet his friends

[wavelikewhat]

Heartstrings

Pairing: Producer!Woozi x Producer!Reader (she/her pronouns) Summary: You help Jihoon meet an unexpected deadline for a song and he wonders why he can’t stop thinking about you. Luckily his members nudge him toward the answer. Wordcount: 4.5k Content notes: none Genre/themes/appearances: fluff, strangers to lovers, idol/non-idol, music talk, Hoshi meddling, Seungcheol interrogating, Jeonghan snooping

A/N: So this is technically a fanfic for two fanfics: when I read i look good on you by @seungkwansphd I needed a backstory for them immediately. Then last week I read Live by @wondernus and it felt like it fit into my headcanon, so my mind started filling out how they met and got back together and began a public relationship… So here I am posting my first Woozi fic that is a fake prequel to those two, in a way? Please read those because they are so short and so sweet and will have your imagination (and heart) racing! This story is about how this couple gets together :)

“Ya! Soonyoung!” Jihoon called out.

Soonyoung abruptly stopped dancing and turned around, surprised to see Jihoon in his practice room. “What are you doing here?”

Jihoon got straight to the point, as always. “Do you have the number of the producer who wrote the song you did with Youngji?” he asked as he walked toward Soonyoung at the mirrored wall.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “Y/N? Why do you need her number at…” He glanced up at the clock on the wall above the mirrors and added, “11:45 at night?”

Jihoon sighed, exasperated that this ‘quick question’ was turning into a full blown conversation. “I have to finish that song featuring a woman’s vocals. The company wants to hear it tomorrow, but I need someone who can sing on the demo. They’ll have a hard time picturing a woman singing it if I sing it.”

Soonyoung nodded slowly. “That makes sense. Y/N sang the guide for that song. Yes, I have her number.” He walked over to his bag and fished out his phone. “Sent.”

Jihoon’s phone buzzed in his hand, and he looked down to see a notification from Soonyoung. “Thanks.” He turned and headed out of the room.

Soonyoung watched the door close, shrugged, and walked back to the mirrors to practice.

...

[Jihoon - Universe Factory] 23:49 - This is Jihoon, Soonyoung gave me your number. Would you be able to sing on a demo for me tonight? I’m working on a song with a woman’s vocals and the company wants to hear it tomorrow. 

[Y/N] 23:50 - Did you give someone my number?

[Hoshi] 23:50 - Woozi asked me for it. Did he text you?

[Y/N] 23:50 - He did, but I had to make sure it was real

[Hoshi] 23:50 - LOL!

[Y/N - Bespoke Records] 23:51 - Hi! I’m just finishing up at my studio. I can definitely help. 

[Jihoon - Universe Factory] 23:51- Any chance you could come to my studio tonight then? 

[Y/N - Bespoke Records] 23:52 - Sure, send me the location.

...

You stared at your phone in shock. There is no way THE Woozi (and he called himself JIHOON?! like you were actual people who knew each other?) just asked you for help at midnight on a Tuesday. You honestly almost said yes even before your brain had a brief moment of sanity and directed you to check with Hoshi. 

When Woozi asked you to come to his studio you completely froze, re-entering reality only long enough to let him know you could be there. You’d seen clips of him working at the studio and it seemed like such a cool place. You couldn't believe you were really about to go inside.

Woozi (Jihoon, you reminded yourself) even sent a company car to pick you up, which was very thoughtful of him. Then again, you were doing him a huge favor by agreeing to meet him at midnight on a Tuesday. He was lucky you were a night owl. The least he could do was give you a free ride.

All throughout the ride to his studio from yours, you felt like you should be manically texting someone about it, but you were somewhat frozen in shock. You sent a message to your roommate letting them know that you were staying out late to work with another producer, and you gave them the address for “Jihoon’s studio” and made sure location sharing was still turned on for your phone. (Safety first.) You did this frequently enough that they easily replied they'd keep their ringer on and check on you in the morning to make sure you made it back.

You stared out the window as buildings and brightly lit late-night restaurants flashed by. Suddenly, you realized, I am literally living my dream at this exact moment. You lived in Seoul working as a music producer, you had an amazing roommate you loved, you had fun meeting and collaborating with other producers in the business, and you worked on several very successful songs. And now you were about to meet one of the most successful producers in the world. Unreal.

The car arrived at what looked like an average gray building after a 15 minute ride from your studio. The subway entrance across the street told you the building was only one stop away from your apartment on the subway line you rode to work. 

A security guard at the entrance let you in and pointed out the correct elevator. As the elevator doors closed, you heard him on the phone with Jihoon, letting him know you arrived. When the doors opened, you didn’t even have to wander around looking for the right room. Jihoon stood outside one of the doorways and nodded quickly before heading back into a room halfway down the hall.

You took a deep breath and started toward the studio. You had butterflies in your stomach. You didn't follow the group closely, yet among the members you’d always felt particularly drawn to Jihoon, not just for his looks (because he was so handsome you could barely believe it) but for his mind. This was an amazing once in a lifetime opportunity to work with such a talented producer.

When you walked into the studio, it was exactly as it looked in the clips you saw online. He was sitting at a computer and beside him was an empty chair. On the desk were big headphones and a microphone that were both plugged into his system. You’d only seen this microphone model online, and your excitement grew at the chance of getting to use it.

“Thanks for coming over,” Jihoon said as you walked to his desk. “I had a busy schedule today so I didn’t find out until an hour ago that they wanted it so fast.”

“Happy to help. I’m glad you thought of me.” At that moment, he looked up and met your eyes. His gaze was intense and his eyes seemed to stare into you. Maybe this was his work mode.

Shake it off, you told yourself, dropping your bag under the desk and sitting down. Be professional. 

Jihoon played the ballad for you a few times and explained the concept. He sent you the lyrics so you could scroll through on your phone and follow along. You sang along under your breath, shoulders bobbing to the beat. The song was sure to be a hit, but he was correct that it was hard to imagine a woman featuring on the song with his (absolutely incredible) vocals on the demo. 

“Are you ready to record?” Jihoon asked. 

You nodded. You were never nervous the first time you sang something. It was like making pancakes: the first one didn’t count. That was your personal rule. You carefully put on the headphones and settled the microphone in front of you where you liked it.

You sang the lyrics exactly as written with the same vocalization he used in his version. A few times, your tongue twisted over the words. Your gut told you it wasn’t your singing style that was the issue. It felt like the sounds of those particular words didn’t fit those specific bars. As Jihoon played it back for you, you settled in to listen but you still felt some of the lyrics weren’t aligned with the song’s concept or sound.

Jihoon tilted his head and looked at you. It looked like he was calculating something. “What are you thinking?” he asked, turning his chair to face you fully.

You hesitated for a moment, but this was work. Jihoon was looking for your professional opinion as a songwriter. He obviously heard the demos you’d sent Hoshi back when you wrote a song for him and Youngji, and Jihoon liked your voice enough to ask for it on his demo. So this was definitely about work.

“I think a few of the lyrics need to be changed.” You scrolled to the first spot on your phone and pointed. “Right here, these three syllables are clashing against the musical phrasing underneath. You should do two syllables with an elongated vowel.”

Jihoon nodded slowly. “I know what you mean. What about ‘only’ or ‘maybe’ in that spot?” He looked at the lyrics on your phone and sang that section a few times to test out both options. You nodded along, feeling the rhythm of the lyrics.

“Maybe. It fits the concept of the song better.”

“I agree. What else?” 

As you pointed out a few other suggestions, you found yourself much more comfortable working with him than you expected. Sometimes when you met some of the bigger producers for the first time, you felt too starstruck to make any changes to their work. But something about working alone in the quiet studio with Jihoon made your typical unease disappear. His presence filled the room, but his questions were clear and direct and you always knew exactly what he was asking.

Ten minutes later, Jihoon started a second recording, this time with the new lyrics. Despite the late hour, your voice felt strong and your mouth formed every word exactly as you intended. When you finished singing and took off the headphones, Jihoon’s eyes sparkled at you before he spoke. You felt it, too. This was it. You wouldn’t need to lay another track.

“Ready to hear it?” he asked, looking back at the computer and not addressing the fact that you both knew it was going to be perfect. You could hear the note of anticipation in his voice.

“Yes.”

A broad smile stretched across your face as you listened to the entire song. Afterwards, Jihoon turned to you with his phone in hand. 

“Send me your agency’s contact information and the email address for the legal department. I need the KOMCA registration details so I can list your name in the credits.”

And just like that, you officially collaborated on a song with Universe Factory.

...

“Did you end up recording with Y/N?” Soonyoung asked Jihoon as they walked back to the practice room holding fresh iced Americanos.

“She came over that night and recorded the demo,” Jihoon replied, heading up a staircase.

Soonyoung’s eyes bugged out of his head and he stumbled on a step. He grabbed the railing to catch himself. “That night? It was the middle of the night!”

Jihoon shrugged. “She said she could.”

“What did you do together?” Soonyoung asked suspiciously. 

“What do you mean? We recorded the song.”

“That’s it?”

“What else would we do? She helped with the lyrics and I set it up to give her writing credits.”

“Really?”

“Of course I did. She made the song better.”

Soonyoung watched Jihoon out of the corner of his eye. That was one of the nicest things Jihoon had ever said about anyone. Soonyoung took another sip of his coffee, his mind racing as he calculated a hundred algorithms at once. This whole situation was pretty unusual. But maybe, just maybe, his suspicion about Jihoon was correct.

“When are you seeing her again?” Soonyoung asked casually after they reached the top of the steps.

Jihoon cocked his head, thinking. “Maybe I’ll invite her to the recording. She would probably like that.”

Again, Soonyoung stumbled over his own two feet out of shock that Jihoon was considering someone’s feelings, and it wasn’t someone he’d known for a decade. And he didn’t always consider the feelings of members he knew for that long.

“Aren’t you going to buy dinner to thank her?” Soonyoung suggested.

“Is that necessary?”

“It would be the professional thing to do. Wouldn’t you do that if you worked with a guy? And Y/N really helped you meet your deadline.”

Jihoon thought carefully about the suggestion as they approached the door to the practice room. “You’re right. I should treat her to dinner. I’ll send her a message when we’re done.”

“I’ll remind you!” Soonyoung exclaimed enthusiastically.

...

Late at night a few days later, you walked up the hill to your apartment, completely lost in thought. You just finished dinner with Jihoon, and sharing the meal felt as comfortable as when you were recording in his studio last week.

After recording the demo together, he coordinated with your agency to make sure your credits appeared properly on the new song. You also had to sign an NDA about the song, studio location, and spending time with Jihoon. I guess it goes with the territory, you thought to yourself as you signed it. 

During dinner, Jihoon explained the rushed deadline for the demo was because the song would be an OST for a drama starring one of the hottest actors in the country and the drama producers wanted to hear the song. Of course, they loved it and approved it.

It was hard to believe you worked with Jihoon on a song that Dokyeom was about to sing for a highly anticipated drama. It was even wilder that *Woozi* was saved in your phone simply as Jihoon, as if he was just another producer you worked with. And you were so surprised when he offered to buy you a meal to thank you. You should be the one thanking him!

But the simple meal was delicious and the quiet dinner in the small family-run restaurant near his studio (and near your apartment, but he didn't need to know that) was really nice. The owners seemed to know him well and treated him as a son. You knew you would remember the evening fondly. 

Conversation mostly focused on work, but when Jihoon learned where you went to college for music production, it turned out you had learned from his mentors. He shared some genuinely entertaining stories from when he was starting to learn production software and recording tools. 

It all made him more… real, and less of a person you just saw in videos on your phone. You sort of couldn't stop thinking about him, and as you walked up the steps leading to your apartment building, you found yourself mentally scrolling through all your draft songs to see if he might want to work on one with you.

...

[Jihoon] 21:09 - Would you be interested in coming to Dokyeom’s recording on Tuesday?

[Y/N] 21:15 - I would love that!

...

Through the glass of the recording booth, Jihoon watched you chatting with Dokyeom like you were old friends. He felt his stomach twist but couldn't figure out why. 

Dokyeom had convinced you to record one track where you sang with him, even though they had a famous singer scheduled to record that verse tomorrow. So there you were, giggling with Dokyeom in the booth.

"Ready?" Jihoon asked over the booth speakers. He watched you and Dokyeom giggle yet again over the grumpy tone of his request before settling in around the mic.

Jihoon began the recording and heard your voice pipe through his headphones. Dokyeom added unplanned adlibs underneath, which Jihoon grudgingly acknowledged worked better than what he'd suggested.

It was so odd that Jihoon felt so protective of this song when it wasn't even his song anymore. You had made it so much better, and now the two singers were going to apply their own professional minds to the song. This is how it always went.

So why was he jealous of not being on the track himself? Of not being the one in the booth with you? Jihoon saw Dokyeom tap you on the shoulder to encourage you to join him on the final vocal runs. Oh yes, he was definitely feeling weirdly jealous over you two for some reason.

The music ended and you looked through the glass directly at Jihoon, eyes shining at him with a huge grin across your face. Jihoon found himself smiling back. You looked really beautiful at that moment.

Dokyeom's eyes widened as he glanced between you and Jihoon. He had never seen Jihoon appear so connected with a virtual stranger. The camera crew appeared to think the same thing, because he saw one of them move to get a close up of Jihoon, and he saw the robotic camera in the booth tilt toward you.

You broke eye contact with Jihoon to take off your headphones and thank Dokyeom for a chance to record the song for fun, and Jihoon shook himself out of whatever bizarre hypnosis he was going through. He headed over to the computer to send this track to his personal email, just in case he may want to listen to it later.

After a few more recordings of Dokyeom alone (his raw vocals were no joke), the three of you chatted in the studio while the engineer finalized the tracks and Dokyeom suggested getting dinner.

"I would love to, but I'm meeting my roommate for dinner," you explained. "We live nearby."

"Invite them!" Dokyeom replied. "Let me pick a spot and send you the location." He scrolled through the map on his phone.

Jihoon tidied the studio and listened to the two of you talk about dinner options. So you lived nearby and had a roommate. For some reason, he liked learning things about you. It must be because you worked together so well.

Dokyeom selected a restaurant and you called your roommate to ask about meeting you and your friends for dinner. You made eye contact with Jihoon when you said that into your phone. "Friends." Were the two of you friends now? Maybe.

...

"Jihoon, did you watch the new behind the scenes video?" Seungcheol asked as they rode to their next schedule.

Jihoon responded without looking up from his phone. "Not yet. It’s been a busy week."

"The fans are going crazy over your recording with Y/N."

Jihoon looked up at the sound of your name. He didn't realize Seungcheol knew who you were. "My recording with Y/N? You mean Dokyeom's OST recording?"

"That's not what Carats are calling it."

Seungcheol held his phone up so Jihoon could see a fan edit of the few clips from the episode that showed you with him in the studio. It ended with a screenshot from Dokyeom's Instagram story showing the three of you at dinner after the recording, in a photo taken by your roommate. 

"What is that all about?" Jihoon wondered aloud. He was genuinely confused.

"Are you two dating?" Seungcheol asked directly.

Behind him in the car, Jeonghan and Minghao immediately stopped chatting. This was far more interesting than their conversation. While eavesdropping, Jeonghan frantically searched your name and Jihoon's name on social media to find the clip Seungcheol was talking about.

"No," Jihoon replied. "We worked together on the song and Dokyeom suggested we have dinner. We had dinner another time, too." 

"That’s it?" Seungcheol asked skeptically.

"What do you mean? That's it."

Seungcheol looked from Jihoon to his phone, where the edit was playing again. Seungcheol agreed with the fans. There were definitely sparks between you and Jihoon. Maybe Jihoon didn't realize it yet. 

By then, Jeonghan had found the clip and was watching it on mute with Minghao. They shared a meaningful look. They would probably agree with Seungcheol on his theory. 

Jeonghan opened his text thread with Soonyoung and sent him a message out of curiosity. "Do you still hang out with Y/N?"

...

You were surprised by the reaction to the behind the scenes video. Most of your friends were excited to see the clips of Jihoon and Dokyeom and kept telling you the video was so cute. 

Back when Dokyeom tagged you on his Instagram story, you explained to your friends that you worked on something with them and it had been an amazing experience. They were all happy for you and excited after the song was released and became so popular.

The fans seemed to have the same reaction as your friends. You were naturally a little nervous about what Carats would say when Jihoon's company asked if you were willing to be recorded. After the video, the fans seemed to think you were adorable and talented and that you worked well with Jihoon. It wasn't the dramatic reaction your roommate predicted.

But your roommate was also convinced you were into Jihoon and he was into you. While that might be half true, despite your denial, nothing in the video showed anything personal between you and Jihoon. Not that there was anything personal between the two of you, but sometimes you felt like he was giving…something. His attention felt more intense than regular coworker attention. You sort of loved having all his attention focused on you.

Nevertheless, you were barely in the video after all, since it was about Dokyeom recording the song. They cut the entire section with the track you sang with Dokyeom. The few clips where you appeared mostly showed you chatting and interacting with Jihoon, and you may have watched one or two fan edits of those scenes.

No matter what was or wasn't going on between you and Jihoon, you would never forget immediately after the music stopped, when the two of you stared into each other's eyes in a perfect moment in time.

Even if he never contacted you again, you would never forget that moment.

...

[Jihoon] 13:30 - I just learned the song was nominated for best OST

[Y/N] 13:31 - WHAT?? Really?? 

[Jihoon] 13:31 - It's your first nomination right?

[Y/N] 13:31 - Yes! 

[Y/N] 13:31 - I can't believe it

[Y/N] 13:32 - I'm in shock

[Jihoon] 13:32 - I asked them to invite you to the ceremony

[Y/N] 13:32 - You didn't have to do that 

[Jihoon] 13:33 - I have to sit with the group, but even if we don't win I want it to be a special night for you

[Jihoon] 13:33 - It's an honor to be nominated

[Y/N] 13:34 - Thank you so much for including me in all of this

[Jihoon] 13:34 - You earned this 

...

"...produced by Woozi of Universe Factory, and written by Woozi of Universe Factory and Y/N of Bespoke Records. This is the first win and first nomination in this category for these songwriters. Please welcome Woozi and Dokyeom to the stage."

Jihoon was actually surprised the song won. The other nominees were very popular as well, but all were produced by groups who wrote many drama OSTs. Seungkwan clapped his back and encouraged him to go up to the stage with Dokyeom as the members cheered and clapped around him. Above the noise, Jihoon could hear the song playing in the background.

As he stood, he took a moment to scan the audience, hoping he might see you. He didn't know where your assigned seat was, only that you weren't at one of the tables at the front with the larger groups and celebrities. He knew you were here because of the excited text messages you sent him after you spotted his table.

Dokyeom led the way to the stage. Jihoon reached the microphone and accepted the award, bowing to the MCs. They stepped back and motioned toward the microphone. Dokyeom nodded encouragingly. Jihoon had done this so many times yet completely forgot what he was supposed to do this time. He wished you were on stage with him.

"Thank you, thank you everyone. Thank you to the company and the drama producers for this opportunity. Thank you to the viewers for appreciating the song from rookie OST producers. Thank you to Y/N, who is also here tonight, for elevating the song to what you hear today. She…" 

Jihoon trailed off as loud applause covered his voice and people seemed to be looking at the screen behind him. He turned to look and his mind went blank. You looked radiant in your elegant dress and glowing smile. 

He'd never seen you in such a beautiful gown (he only saw you in jeans or sweats and he loved that didn't follow all the trends). Your makeup was shimmering on camera (your everyday makeup always wore off by the time you arrived at your late night meetings but you were always beautiful to him). Everything about you was captivating.

He was a man of few words, generally, but right now he was speechless.

Finally, Dokyeom poked his side and nodded toward the microphone forcefully. Jihoon's years of media training kicked in and he turned back to the audience to finish his speech.

"Thank you also to our wonderful singers who brought so much life to the song. I hope we are all able to return to you soon as stronger artists."

When Jihoon returned to his seat, Soonyoung eagerly whispered, "Y/N looks gorgeous, doesn't she? How did you know she was here?"

"I invited her," Jihoon replied. And she does look amazing, he thought to himself.

...

Late that night, many hours later, Jihoon's phone buzzed as he filled a glass of water. He looked at the notification and saw it was a message from you.

[Y/N] 4:13 - Thank you so much for everything. I'm going to remember tonight for the rest of my life. It was an honor to work with you and I'm so proud of the song.

Jihoon looked at the time. Maybe it was too late to call you, but you were clearly up too late thinking about things, just as he was. He tapped the icon to call you and was still a little surprised when you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi. I just wanted to say it was a privilege to work with you too.” There was a pause and he awkwardly filled it. “The award will be sent to your company after they engrave it.”

“Oh! Thank you. I’ve never won anything before. It still doesn't feel real.”

Jihoon heard a small thump in the background. It sounded like you sat down. He sat down on the couch himself and set his glass on the table in front of him.

“It would be funny if we worked together again and won another award.”

It wouldn’t be funny, Jihoon thought. It was very possible. You were extremely talented. “Why not? You should send me some of your songs.”

You chuckled into his ear. Something about this made his heart beat faster. “I've been thinking about doing that but I didn't know if you would want to listen to my music.”

“Of course I do.”

The line went silent. 

Jihoon wondered if you could tell how he felt about you. His friends told him women were more perceptive than they expected, especially if you treat them disrespectfully. He tried to treat everyone with respect. But he wanted more from you. He wanted more with you.

“YN? Are you still there?”

“I am,” you replied quietly.

“After you send me some songs, should we have dinner again? Just us. We can talk about the songs.” He paused, thinking of how to put into words what he felt about you. “And anything else on your mind. I really like it when you tell me what you're thinking about.”

“That would be great. I would love to.” He could hear your smile over the phone.

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[runningthroughthegarden]

love in the moonlight

summary: filming on the set of scream vi was all fun and games. until you started falling head over heels for your best friend. confessing your love in the moonlight was not at all what you expected to be doing.

word count: 1.2k fluff!!

"ugh i don't know what to do!!" you whine, falling back on the sofa in the makeup trailer.

"hey you already know what im going to suggest" jenna giggles as the makeup artist does some final touches.

"i can't just walk up to him and be all like 'oh by the way im like super in love with you' " you explain.

"no that's exactly what you need to do!" jenna pleads. she walks over to you, flopping down beside you.

"but what if i tell him and ruin the whole friendship thing" you whisper, turning your head to meet jenna's eyes.

"oh my god. have you seen the way he looks at you?? that man is in love. i guarantee it."

you look away from her, staring back up at the ceiling wondering how you got into this situation.

-

wrapping up your final scene for the day you head back to your trailer. not much to your surprise jack is already outside waiting for you. he;s leaning against the side of the trailer as his skin glows from the moonlight. you can't help but stare for a moment to take him all in.

"hey pretty girl! all done?" he asks, a smiling spreading across his face at the sight of you.

"mhm im so tired" you respond opening the door to your trailer. while also hiding the blush on your face from the nickname.

"you wanna get changed and go back to my place?" jack asks.

"yeah ofc! just give me a couple minutes!"

soon after you open your trailer back up making sure to turn everything off. putting your tote bag on your shoulder, you gesture to jack signaling your ready to go.

"how were your scenes today?" you ask while walking

"they were really good!! except at one point i bumped into this extra and i felt so bad. i think i made up for it by giving her my number though. she was really pretty" he explains with a giggle.

"oh, yeah that was nice" you fake a smile as you feel your heart sink.

-

you soon arrive back at jack's place, where you found yourself spending a lot of time. dropping your tote bag, you immediately fall back onto jack's bed.

"well someone is tired" jack laughs glancing over at you.

"movie night?" you smile while getting more comfortable.

"you know it!"

jack puts on one of your favorite movies and joins you in bed. you two had always done stuff like this but for some reason tonight felt different. jack begins talking pulling you away from your anxious thoughts.

"hey so i was thinking maybe you could help me text that girl i was telling you about" he asks while handing you his phone.

"oh yeah um sure" you say taking the phone in your hand.

"so what do you want to say" you question.

"do you think its too soon to ask her on a date?"

you try to keep your composure hearing those words come out of his mouth.

"uhm maybe not" you whisper feeling tears brim your eyes.

"okay maybe start with 'hey! i think you're super gorgeous and i was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me?' " he finishes.

you stare at the phone for a second feeling all your composure slowly break down.

"i'm too nervous to send it you do it" jack giggles fidgeting with his fingers.

"i can't im sorry" you say, a tear threatening to slip from your eye.

"what?" he questions at your sudden mood change.

feeling hot tears down your face you quickly try to get out of the room. why were you so worked up? why were you crying over such a small gesture he was making? why were you making a fool of yourself? god this was so stupid.

jack very quickly notices your distress. you're already walking out of his room before he can even get the chance to ask what's wrong. all he does is stare in shock as you gather all your belongings.

"hey hey what are you doing? what's wrong?" he questions, you can hear the full distress and concern in his voice.

"i just really need to go home" you say giving his phone back. this is the first look of you he's been able to see since you started freaking out. he grows even more worried when he sees your glassy eyes and red nose.

"was it something i did? what can i do to help?" he pleads.

"nothing i promise i just really need to go" you respond, you can feel your voice betraying you as your vision becomes blurrier.

"okay well at least let me drive you home" he says reaching for his keys on the counter.

"no jack please just let me go" you slightly raise your voice.

he stays silent and you take this opportunity to walk out the front door. quickly calling a cab, you feel your face cool as the cold wind hits your tear-stained cheeks.

"okay i tried to be considerate and let you go but i just can't. seriously what's wrong. please tell me i just want to help" he pleads.

you slowly turn around to face him. faces just inches apart, you stare into the same eyes you've loved for so long. you let your eyes roam his features, just taking him in. his cheeks and nose slowly turning a bright pink from the cold wind.

"i'm in love with you jack" you finally confess.

“and i have been for a really long while, i just never knew how to tell you" you whisper, growing insecure. he doesn't say anything for what feels like an eternity and you very quickly regret everything that has just happened.

going to turn around you are very quickly interrupted by jack's strong hands snaking around your waist pulling you closer. shocked by his movement you stare at him wide eyed. staring into each other's eyes he closes the gap and meets your lips. taking a few seconds to register what the hell is happening you very quickly kiss back.

wrapping your arms around his neck trying to get any closer you could possibly be. hands roaming his curls as his hold your waist even tighter. breaking away from the kiss you take a moment to process.

"im in love with you too" he finally confesses.

taking a moment to process everything, your thoughts finally catch up to you. "why didn't you do that like forever ago?!" you yell pushing his chest.

"what?!" he questions, confused at yet another sudden change in emotion.

"i've literally spent so much time going insane over you" you laugh.

"what!!! i've been going insane! i have been sending so many signals but you're oblivious or something!" he responds laughing as well.

"okay so we're even" you smile.

"one more thing and we're even" he responds, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

"so you're not going out with that girl right?" you question, putting your arms around his neck to hold him closer.

"oh she wasn't real i was just trying to make you jealous" he calmly explains.

"jack!! oh my god i hate you" you say in disbelief.

"mmm you just said you love me" he responds with a fake confused face.

"oh shut up" you giggle, pulling him in a for another kiss.

and there you were, two teenagers in love kissing in the moonlight.

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #scream #scream vi #jenna ortega

[yuri-is-online]

Soap Operatic Symphony (A Fyuuture Kid AU ft. Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia)

While camping in the mountains during Camp Vargas, you encounter a monster exactly like the one you fought off with Ace and Deuce at the beginning of the year. While trying to fight it off again, a strange portal opens up in the mine and a person jumps out of it to your rescue. He says he doesn't remember much, but it's clear when you bring him to Crowley that this boy is also from your world, despite being a mage, and until the headmage can think of a better solution, he assigns "Yutu" to your dorm.

Something a certain someone has an opinion about.

notes: yeah I have nothing to say for myself, I have other stuff I am supposed to be writing but this wrote itself ok? ok. Anyway this is a future kid au where your son has come back in time to try and prevent the end of the world but mostly to make sure you don't die. You can see this ask for a detailed explanation of what's up with Yuu and my masterlist for other fic. Oh and the other dorms can be found here.

Scarabia

In general, Jamil is going to be torn between being deeply suspicious of the entire situation and feeling like it's none of his business while Kalim is excited to meet a potential new friend.  How they act on those feelings changes depending on who Yutu is trying to interact with.

Kalim- anyone trying to get close to Kalim has to be watched obsessively by Jamil, and Yutu is no exception.  If anything the surveillance is worse due to the strange way he showed up, and Kalim doesn't like it but he understands.  For Yutu's part he seems really receptive to Kalim's efforts to befriend him, which is the furthest Kalim is going to think about it for a while, but he also notices the strange nostalgia and grief Yutu seems to feel when interacting with you and he really wants to help.  He's sure if Yutu would just talk about it, he could give him some good advice.  They get along really well!  But Yutu seems really reluctant to give out personal information… which Jamil really doesn't like. Kalim's sure he doesn't mean anything by it because of how apologetic he is! But he does sort of wonder if he's done something to make Yutu not feel safe around him... it makes him sort of sad.

Jamil- Once he got a look at that portal, Jamil realized that he didn't actually know what it looked like when you arrived at NRC.  He certainly remembers the mess Grim made, but not much about you beyond how confused you looked.  He'll have to ask about it sometime but for now, he's got questions.  Number one: who the fuck is this guy really?  His name isn't Yutu, he sure as shit isn't from your world, otherwise he couldn't be a mage, and his attitude towards you is just suspicious.  He has got to want something, and Jamil is torn between protectiveness of you and his adamant refusal to give himself anymore work.  It doesn't help that Yutu seems very apologetic to him specifically, he swears the kid seems to be apologizing for his entire existence.  It's weird, and he tells him to knock it off because it's not like he's his dad.  For some reason that just makes it worse.

Pomefiore

Vil- Epel is the one to tell him about the monster attack, the portal, and the strange protectiveness Yutu has towards Yuu.  That last thing doesn't bother him as much as you might expect, as soon as he learns that you're from the same world he thinks it's perfectly natural.  Admirable even.  The fake name and desire for privacy doesn't bother him either, as an actor both things seem normal to him.  What worries him is the idea that something very wrong is happening in the background that he doesn't know about, which he makes very clear to Yutu after sending Rook to distract you.  Yutu seems hesitant to trust him, and only offers vague warnings about making sure Yuu stays safe and keeping an eye on Grim.  Well now, they can both agree on that, and wouldn't it be easier if Yutu cooperated with him?  He's not going to take no for an answer.

Rook- Oh?  Ramshackle Dorm has a new member?  What a charming surprise!  He's sure this will lead to many new beautiful experiences.  And he's right!  Yutu is very beautiful, but there's something oddly familiar and yet… wrong about him.  Like he doesn't quite belong here, and not in the same way that you don't belong here.  He looks haunted, his interactions with you scream that he possesses (or to be more accurate used to possess) a relationship that can only have been built over several years.  But you clearly don't remember him, and there's a painful aura of grief in his interactions with you.  He also notices, with a great deal of joy, that the same grief is present when the little one speaks to him.  Just what could that mean? The hunter is in no rush, he'll find out what that means in time, for now he'll keep dropping in unannounced to test Yutu's reflexes. 

Side note: I don't speak French so I don't know if this would be the correct way to say it, but I like the idea of Rook's nickname for Yutu being Monsieur Caneton (Monsieur Duckling), because of how he follows Yuu around. Floyd's nickname I reserve the right to change depending on who Yutu's father is.

Epel- He starts off a hater, I am not going to lie.  Protecting you is something Epel takes a great deal of pride in; he wants to be seen as manly, as the protector, as someone who you think of as cool and trusts to provide for you.  So for a giant portal to open in the sky and drop a new guy determined to protect you from the monsters?  He hates it, he really does, and that's BEFORE Yutu starts living in Ramshackle Dorm.  He's determined to ignore him and not let him into the friend group, which proves impossible because of how Yutu follows you around so fine.  He can sit with you but ONLY IF he accepts that Epel was there first.  Something he's really surprised to see him do?  He should be more suspicious of why Yutu is constantly asking him for advice or acting like he's cool for being so possessive over you but well.  It's Epel he really wants to be seen as cool so he's just not going to think about it.

Ignihyde

Ortho- Ortho wasn't there to see the portal so he can't analyze it, but he can analyze Yutu!  And he immediately finds the Shroud family curse.  How curious, is this something he should tell his brother immediately?  Or should he skip the line and talk to their parents… decisions decisions but he doesn't have to wait for too long for an explanation.  Yutu explains himself pretty quickly when called out and Ortho is beyond excited to learn he's an uncle.  Less excited to learn about the impending apocalypse but he's sure they can fix it if they work together.  Now to double his efforts to get you and Idia together…

Idia- a second person has been isekaid to the NRC oh no.  Whatever will he do?  Well he intended to do nothing but Ortho isn't letting him.  For some reason he seems really determined to get him to hang out with you, almost like he knows about his crush he's been so good at hiding.  He can't complain too much, talking with you is weirdly soothing and much easier than he'd anticipated.  And Yutu's there too he guesses.  Sometimes they parallel play while Idia hangs out with you and that's nice.  It's sort of weird how in tune Yutu is with him though, sometimes he swears they could be related. A thought that Ortho is weirdly determined to encourage, and refuses to explain why... maybe he should be more worried about what anime little bro has been watching recently.

Diasomnia

Right so dragon biology is weird and our knowledge of half fae is very limited.  From how Sebek looks and how Malleus’s birth is discussed, I assume the eggs produced by love is exclusive to dragon fae and other species just get babies in the normal way.  All of that to say:

Malleus- Yutu is an oddity from the jump.  He looks very young, but insists he's around the same age as Yuu, and Malleus swears he feels his own magic is a part of him.  It's like a precious stone has grown some legs and started walking around and talking back to him.  He's a little bit in love, not the same way he's in love with Yuu, but much like a parent would think of a child… perhaps if they get closer he can offer him the night's blessing.  He does seem to be lacking it and that just won't do, something inside him says that needs to be fixed immediately.  Lilia questions him on whether or not he's jealous of how close the little one is to Yuu, which surprises him greatly.  Why would he be- well.  He does wish he could spend more time with Yuu but that sort of envy applies to everyone, not just Yutu.  And none of those guys are so unafraid of him to have made him a friendship bracelet so there. 

Lilia- a mage?  From Yuu's world?  How exciting!  He's very pleased to see how well he gets along with his boys and takes Sebek’s shouting in stride.  It's inspirational how quick he picks up on how gullible Sebek is and immediately starts telling-  well Lilia supposes he doesn't know they're outright lies but the scolding he gets from Yuu certainly suggests they are.  It's all very cute, and something he really wishes he could be a part of, but he knows his time is limited.  He'll just have to treasure these experiences while he's allowed them, something Yutu is very willing to help him do!  What a good kid, he'll have to tell him how proud his parents must be of him.

Silver- A portal, a monster, and a new mysterious person… it's concerning.  Something dangerous has got to be happening with how worried over you this new person is, his name is Yutu?  Weird but then his name is Silver so who is he to judge.  Anyway he introduces himself to Yutu and he asks why he came through the portal and… isn't really satisfied with his answers.  He doesn't think Yutu is a threat, not to Malleus anyway, but there's just something off about this whole thing and it's his task as a knight to make sure the people he loves are safe.  What's that?  Well of course you are one of those people.  You're very important and- why is Yutu looking at him like that.  He's telling the truth, what does he mean that makes it worse? Is it his face?

Sebek- Oh look another perfectly average human who is ok.  He guesses.  Not that he's thought extensively about you personally, only as a precaution to make sure you aren't disrespecting Lord Malleus, you get that right?  Him cornering Yutu with a strained look on his face and shouting at him about how to properly respect Lord Malleus is something he would do to anybody.  It has nothing to do with him assuming that if this person respects Lord Malleus they will be safe for "that human" to be around.  Unfortunately, Yutu is not just anybody and immediately starts yelling back accusing him of disrespecting you.  It's like there's two of them now, just with different biases, rip everyone's eardrums.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #scarabia x reader #pomefiore x reader #idia shroud x reader #diasomnia x reader

[curiousquirks]

Day 9 | Endeavor x F!Reader (18+)

Mirrors | Prostitution

Content Warnings: Prostitution, Love Hotels, AFAB Reader, Female Dialogue Used, Oral (Male Receiving), Hand Jobs, Dom!Reader, Submissive Enji, Dirty Talk, Degradation

Word Count: 2,175

Summary: 

Something about you, specifically, made things much easier for him. You listened well, you behaved well, and he knew you took him well. You couldn’t complain either, especially with how much Mr. Number 1 was paying you. The longer it went on, the more interesting it had gotten. He started giving you gifts, pieces he wanted you to wear and put on before he showed up. Then he started asking for photos of you wearing it when you two weren’t meeting up. You’d take mirror selfies for him, sending them away with erotic promises. You quickly became his favorite.

Love hotels weren’t exactly Enji’s favorite, they just made it easier. It was more practical. Plus Pro-Heroes and celebrities knew all the more exclusive ones that hide the patrons identity thoroughly. He had enough heat and pressure on him as it was, this didn’t need to add to the list. Scheduling sex was a different level of humiliation but he had found rhythm in it. Having clear specifications that the women were to follow made it easy. He didn’t have the time to waste.

Something about you, specifically, made things much easier for him. You listened well, you behaved well, and he knew you took him well. You couldn’t complain either, especially with how much Mr. Number 1 was paying you. The longer it went on, the more interesting it had gotten. He started giving you gifts, pieces he wanted you to wear and put on before he showed up. Then he started asking for photos of you wearing it when you two weren’t meeting up. You’d take mirror selfies for him, sending them away with erotic promises. You quickly became his favorite.

You were wearing one now, a little detail he had wanted prior to your meeting today. It was a forest green velvet slip dress, lovingly requested to be worn with nothing beneath it. You checked yourself in the mirror in the bathroom when you heard the door to the room open. You quickly made your way out the bathroom, swallowing a laugh as you looked at the confused look on his face. He closed the door behind him as he glanced around the room taking in the confusing decor.

“The more toned down rooms were already booked. Probably some event or meeting nearby for you guys.” You said, gesturing towards him to signal that you meant Pro-Heroes.

He just looked annoyed now, his eyes lingering on the statue of a unicorn in the corner of the room. The room was decorated to look like a moonlight grove, complete with overgrown grass and fake tree decals on the wall. The only thing that didn’t fit in the room’s decor, except the vines draped over it, was a large mirror propped up facing the bed. Bed was subjective, it was an elevated cushion covered in fake moss.

“I’m going to start booking a normal place if this keeps up.” He complained, starting to remove his shirt. 

“I think it’s cute,” You said, twirling around the room before plopping yourself down the bed. “Besides, I match the colors. I think you’re just trying to cover up that you actually picked this room because you’re embarrassed.” 

He grunted in response, tossing his shirt to the side. Any complaints he was going to voice were left unsaid as his eyes raked over your body. The twinkling fairy lights give your body a beautiful glow as the dress clung to you in all the right ways. You let your hand drop lower and trace along your skin as you slowly moved your leg to the side, nearly exposing yourself to him. You let your hand trace up your body until it reaches the strap to your dress.

Enji puts a hand up momentarily causing you to pause in your movement. “Don’t remove it, I want you to wear it.” He instructed, as he moved down to unbuckle his belt. His cock was already hard and painfully constricted.

You bit your lip as you leaned back on your hands, watching him intently as he removed the rest of his clothing. There was nothing small about him and it had you soaked just thinking about getting to ride him. You wiggled in place, the uncomfortable wetness threatening to start dripping from your folds onto the bed beneath you. He wasted no time as he made his way towards the bed but you held your hand up.

“Ah, ah, ah, hang on a second.” You interrupted, causing him to stop in his tracks. “Don’t rush into anything before we settle the payment.”

“I already sent it before I came into the room.” He informed you, as he continued moving towards you.

He bent down, hovering above you. Just as he was about to put his arm on the bed next to you and lay you down, you slipped out from underneath his arm as you quickly moved yourself onto the other side of the room. You grabbed your phone, swiping a few times as you scanned through and checked to test the integrity of his words. He sighed and sat himself on the bed, glancing over and noticing the mirror positioned near him.

Your eyes widened when you saw that he gave you significantly more than you two talked about. You stared at your phone for a moment, blinking in surprise. You slowly put your phone down and turned on your heels. The surprise quickly wiped from your expression so he couldn’t see it. You sauntered your way over to him, placing both of your hands on his legs as you crouched right in front of him. You looked up at him, his irritation and annoyance plain on his face.

“I had to make sure, this is a business exchange after all.” You teased, leaning forward to place a kiss onto the tip of his throbbing cock. “I see you gave me some extra.”

“I pay based on quality.” He replied simply. 

He gave a groan as your lips wrapped around him, taking in as much of him as you could. You gagged slightly just from the sheer mass of his cock, giving a moan as you heard him whisper praise above you. Your hand wrapped around the bottom of his cock to stroke as you bobbed your head. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, letting his eyes fall close as he drank in the pleasure. 

You pulled off of him with an audible pop, swiping your tongue over his tip. You grinned as you felt him twitch, still giving him a steady rhythm with your hand stroking his cock. You looked up at him, noting his eyes being closed. 

“Since you were so generous with your payment,” You began as you let him go before you stood up, moving yourself to straddle his lap. “Why don’t we use this mirror? I moved it towards the bed.” You explained, turning your head to gesture towards it. His hands immediately found your hips, his cock pressing into your stomach as you leaned forward. Your breasts pressed into his chest, his hands sliding down to grab onto your ass. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“How so?” He asked, his skin felt incredibly warm even through the thin fabric of your dress.

“I’ll show you but you have to let me go first.” You joked, turning your head back towards him. You placed your hands onto his shoulders as you let your lips linger inches from his.

His eyes fell to your lips, staring for too long. You felt his cock twitch against you again before his hands let go of you finally. You brought your hands up to cup his face as you pressed a quick chaste kiss to his lips. “Good boy.” You praised as you got off of his lap in one swift motion. 

He swallowed hard at the comment but before he got too lost in his own head you had tapped your foot against his leg to signal him to scoot over. He was now perfectly positioned in front of the mirror. You moved yourself to hover over his lap backwards, facing the mirror against the wall in front of you. You locked eyes with him in the mirror as you brought two of your fingers to your mouth. You sucked on them, coating them in your saliva before bringing them down to rub against your folds.

You moaned and used your other hand to hike up the fabric up of your dress. You could feel his impatience. Moving your foot to rest onto his leg, allowing you to spread your legs wide, allowing your aching pussy to be on display for him. His eyes left yours as you watched his hands reach up and rest on your waist, keeping you steady. You bit your bottom lip, watching as his eyes intently watched your fingers swirl around your clit. 

“Like what you see, big guy?” You teased, which caused his eyes to peel away from between your legs to meet your gaze again. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone quiet now.” 

“You’re killing me,” He said, after a long pause. “Every time you force me to wait instead of doing what I actually want to do.”

“That’s what you pay me for though isn’t it?” You reminded him. You let your leg drop off of his, his hands falling from your waist as you stood straight. “You want a woman in control of you. To tease you and set the pace of things.”

He let his head hang low, dropping his eyes to the ground. You moved yourself swiftly onto the bed behind him, pressing yourself against his back. You rested your chin onto his shoulder, looking at him in the mirror. His cock stood proud, pre-cum glistening at the tip, with balls that looked ready to burst. You almost pitied him. You clicked your tongue and moved your mouth next to his ear, your hot breath causing a shiver to run down his spine.

“Look up.” You commanded, and he did. His eyes met yours, wanting desire written plainly across his face. “Do you want to come?”

Your question caused his cock to twitch, he didn’t know how much longer he could take. He didn’t answer, just nodded his head. You lifted the hand you have been using to please yourself earlier and spat some saliva onto it. You reached around and wrapped that same hand around his cock, a shuttered gasp releasing from his lips. You began stroking his cock, in all the ways you’ve learned that caused him to lose himself. You grinned at him, your devilish mischief and skilled hand ripping a groan from deep within him. 

His eyes nearly drifted closed when your voice caused them to pop back open. “Eyes on what I’m doing.” You commanded, the pressure you were focusing on his tip was causing his head to spin. He struggled to keep his eyes on your hand, focusing on the rhythmic stroking motion. His body heat was rising, causing a layer of sweat to form on your body. “Are you close? Do you want to come? I want to hear you ask me. Beg for release, beg for me to drain your cock. Letting your cum drip all over the floor instead of inside of my pussy.”

You heard him let out a muffled whimper as his hands gripped into the fabric beneath him, nearly burning through it. He grunted as you quickened your pace as his hips started thrusting up into your hand. “I bet you wish you could pump it deep instead of me. Slamming your hips against mine, your large frame dominating over me.” You practically moaned your words, watching his flushed face struggle to stay alert.  “But it isn’t though is it? Your just sitting here fucking my hand because I’m in control. I tell you when to come, that’s why you haven’t. You’re struggling to hold on, aren’t you?” 

“P-Please…” He whispered, panting as his muscles tensed up. Desperately holding onto any shred of his sanity. 

“What was that, Enji?” You teased, malicious enjoyment lacing every syllable. 

“Let me come.” He forced out in between grunts. “Fuck, please…I need it, I need it.”

You waited another few agonizing seconds before you finally whispered. “Then come.” 

With the permission he needed, he thrusted up roughly as his orgasm released. His hot cum shot out, spurts after spurts coating the floor and your hand. You continued stroking him, milking his cock for all its worth as his hips finally stopped with a shuttered. He panted, heat waves coming off of his body as sweat collected across his skin. You backed away from him, giving some room so you could cool off. You laid yourself against the head of the bed, reaching your hand up towards your face. 

He turned towards you in time to see your tongue dart out to lick the cum off of your hand. His eyes never left your mouth as you thoroughly cleaned every drop off of your skin. You made a show of sucking on your fingers too, watching as his cock started standing at attention quickly again.

“I love how quickly you spring back,” You said, spreading your legs. You moved the dress up, exposing your pussy to him again. Your hand dropped to run through your folds. “We’ve still got plenty of time left and don’t worry, I plan on letting that huge cock of yours completely destroy me. I need some more prep though, so come here and let me fuck your hand this time.” And without another word he came crawling towards you.

#endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #bnha smut #kinktober 2023 #curiouskinks 2023 #bnha fanfiction #endeavor #enji todoroki

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 4/8

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

18+

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

"Taxi!"

You called for one outside of the airport in London. You were tired from the journey and longed for a hot shower back at your apartment.

"Taxi!" You shouted, quite desperate for one to pull up.

"Y/N, chill." Alicia said. "Our ride will be here in a minute."

"Our ride?" You frowned.

Alicia nodded, phone still pressed to her ear. "I'm consulting the Siddiq family right now, see if they can send us a...."

Alicia's eyes widened with terror as you lunged for her phone, forcing her to hang up.

"Whatta fuck Y/N!"

"Are you crazy?" You hissed

"Am I crazy, are you crazy Y/N? Give me back my phone for fuck sakes."

You held her phone behind your back, refusing to return it. "Alicia we are not doing this. We can not continue spending somone elses money. It has to end. Right now."

"Why? They owe us don't they?"

"No Alicia, they owe us nothing, especially not you." It was not her leg that grilled in the fire. "The Siddiq family has shown us enough kindness then we deserve, this will not go on any longer, agreed?"

She didn't agree. However, she could tell how serious you were about this. "Fine." She said, stretching out a hand, demanding her phone back.

"Who are you gonna call?"

"Well, it's not Ghostbusters, is it? I'm calling a taxi."

You handed her back the phone, a sly smile on your face.

The days passed quickly there on, like your time in Portugal never happened. The burn on your leg healed but roughly, the skin not as smooth on that part of your leg. The only times it bothered you was when you got out of the shower, standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror. However, no one was gonna see you naked, at least not for some time. Yes, you felt guilty for giving Ruben a fake number, but you held your ground when it came to not live off of some rich business man in Dubai. It was the only reason Ruben was interested in you in the first place, because he thought you were rich like him. But no more lies. Meeting Ruben was a lie and even though falling for him felt real it was built on a lie and no relationship could ever flourish from somthing like that, right?"

"Miss?"

"Miss?"

"Yes, Simon?"

You snapped out of your daydreams, peering over your desk to see one of your kindergarten students with a pen up their nose."

"It's stuck." He said.

You sighed, rising from behind your desk. "Let's go to the nurses office shall we?"

"Okay."

You had one of your colleagues come in and cover for you whilst you escorted Simon to the school nurse. Yes, your life was really back to it's glamorous self.

"Hey, Y/N? Need a lift?"

It was Byron, seen crossing the school parking lot to get to you. You were really not in the mood, still adjusting being back to work. All you wanted to do was go home and lay in your bath.

"Sure Byron, why not."

He was considered a friend, although you know he never really got over your brief hook up in university.

"The kids are glad to have you back."

"Oh, thanks Byron. That's nice of you to say."

He drove you home the long way, avoiding the highway that would only take you ten minutes to arrive.

"Not only the kids." He added. "I missed you too."

Your smile was stiff, but at least it was something.

"When Nina told me what happened to you in Dubai I got so worried that I had to take a day off just to calm myself down, not to worry the kids that their teacher wasn't coming back to work."

"That sweet of you Byron. But it wasn't a serious thrid degree burn, my skin heald pretty quickly." Your boss Nina made it seemed like you lost a limb or something. Mainly because Alicia's dramatic Tik Tok's had people assuming the worst. Even your parents called you in concern after your brothers came across one of Alicia's vlogs from the hospital in Dubai.

"Well, I'm just glad you're back."

"Thanks Byron."

He was a sweet guy, not relationship sweet, but a descent human being sweet. You appreciate how much he cared for you as a friend.

"I have no problems giving you a ride to and from work, I mean we're basically on the same schedule."

"Thanks Byron, but I don't think that will be necessary."

Alot of people had offered to help you out,  even your boss suggested you'd cut back on your hours a work, however, it wasn't necessary. You needed something to take your mind off things. With things you meat, your agonizing thoughts of what could have been between you and Ruben.

Arriving home, you grabbed yourself a light snack from the fridge whilst waiting for your hot tub to fill with water. Once it did you, stripped yourself of your clothes, slipping I to the scolding water, allowing the heat to relax your muscles. You did not stay relaxed for long though, seeing as there was an incoming facetime call from your phone. "What?" You grunted, since now was not the time to hear about the latest gossip at Alicia's workplace.

"Hey, gorgeous,"

You stiffened at the sound of his voice.

"Ruben?"

You were looking into the screen of your phone, in disbelief of who was staring back at you. It was Ruben, with his hair sprouting in every direction as he looked to lay back in a bed, one arm draped behind his neck. "Um...hi." You stuttered, not really sure how any of this was possible.

Ruben smiled "I just wanted to see how you're doing and see if you're missing me as much as I'm missing you."

"Um, how...?"

"Did I get your real number?" He chuckled.

Heat rose to your face.

"Well, after calling "your number" over a hundred times, Fabio let me get in touch with your friend who told me what was going on."

"Alicia gave you this number?"

"Mhm." He nodded, tossing what looked to be a grape, into his mouth. "She told me that you thought that I wasn't that into you, that perhaps I was only out to screw you over or something."

"She did what?"

"It's ridiculous, I agree. How do you even come up with something like that? I mean you're the one who screwed me over by letting me call a fake number like an idiot."

There was a jab in your stomach as his tone was serious, laced with sincere hurt. "Ruben I'm so sorry. I didn't..."

"Let's not play the blame game." He waved. "Your friend made it clear that you haven't been dating for a while and that your game might be a bit stiff."

"Pardon?"

Ruben laughed.

"I am not stiff."

"I believe you." He said, although he had trouble talking between laughs. "I mean you look pretty relaxed in that bathtub back there."

You gasped when you realized. "Oh my god. Ruben I'm...." Embarrassed. You were terrible embaresssed, sinking deeper into the water to cover yourself. You and Ruben hadn't talked for days and the first thing he sees is you slipping him a nipple.

"It's okay, Y/N, really. The view is great from here."

"Oh shut up."

You put the phone away, letting Ruben have a good view of your bathroom ceiling. The tub needed more water, and bubbles, lots of of bubbles.

"There you are." He exclaimed, once you returned to the screen, now neck deep in in the water. "Thought I lost you for a sec."

"Ruben, maybe now is not the time." You said, tormentented by how stupid you must come across to him.

"Y/N." He said, his voice now restrained.

"What?" You muttered, trying to stare at anything but the screen.

"Look at me."

Your eyes looked up, meeting Ruben's kind gaze.

"You're good, okay. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by calling unexpectedly. I just...." He sighed, a hand running through his already messy hair. "I can't seem to get you out of my mind."

You sunk deeper into the water,  biting down on your lip. "Me too. I can't stop thinking about you either."

"Well, when can we meet?" He seemed excited that your feelings were mutual.

"Ruben, I'm not sure I'll be going back to Portugal anytime soon. I mean I have a job to do and..."

"Y/N." He said. No. Chuckled.

"What's so funny?" You frowned

"You really don't watch football do you?"

"What do you mean?"

Ruben sat up in bed, showing off the tracksuit he was wearing. "You said you've heard of Manchester United, no?"

"Yes, the English team that you told me played in the Premier League."

"Right. Well I play for their arche rivals Manchester City, meaning I live in Manchester, England."

"Wait what?"

"Yeah."

"So, you're not from Portugal?"

He chuckled. "I'm from Portugal Y/N, I was born and raise there. But just like you I was just on vacation. I got back to Manchester yesterday."

"So what you're saying is that we're both in England as we speak?"

"Yes. And my team has fixtures in London all the time, meaning I'll be able to come see you between games."

"Right."

The problem was that you had once again lied to Ruben when he asked you were in England you lived. You figured London sounded more suitable abode for a business woman, not Chells Way, Stevenage.

"Y/N, you alright?"

The downside about facetime was that your emotions were all on display. Ruben clearly caught your reaction to his offer and it was not what he had expected.

"Of course, there is no pressure for us to meet." He said, clearing his throat. "I just thought, that it was something that we both wanted."

"I want to meet." You nodded, although your voice betrayed you. "I just...my job, you know?" It was another lie. You were piling lie upon lie on this fake love of yours. Nevertheless, Ruben ate it all up, nodding understandingly. "I get it."

He was so kind. He didn't deserve this from you, from anyone.

"Ruben?" You whispered, following a moment spent in silence.

"Yes."

"I really missed you."

A muscle jerked in the corner of his lips. "I missed you too."

"Tell me." You sighed, leaning back against the tub, splashing water around yourself. "Tell me how much you've missed me."

Ruben froze for a brief moment, seeing you redirect the camera angle in a way that revealed more of your body.

"Alot." He gulped, watching you dip a hand between your legs.

"Yeah? Tell me more."

He couldn't see all of you through the murky water. But as the layers of bubbles disappeared with your slow shifts, the swell of your breast resurfacing.

"Oh, baby don't do this to me." Ruben's head fell back against his pillows as he too adjusted his camera angles. You watched him slip a hand down his sweatpants and stroke whatever he was hiding in there. "I missed you so much, wishing you were here, with me." He moaned, chest heaving up and down with his heavy breathing.

"Ruben, please. Tell me what you want to do to me." You up the pace of the movement between you legs. You we drawing small circles against your clit, the sensation sending chocks of lightning to your body's nerve endings.

"I want to fuck you, hard." He groaned.

"Yeah, and?"

"Fuck you hard and watch your tittes bounce when you ride me."

"Yes, and?" You were squinting your eyes, primitive moans leaving your mouth, echoing throughout your bathroom.

"And..." He grunted on the edge of something. His movements down his pants were faster than yours, unable to contain himself.

"And, Ruben? Please tell me."

"Baby, I can't. I'm close." Ruben's camera shook with the bouncing of his bed. You watch him please himself, please himself to the image of you.

"Me too baby, me too." You arched your back in the tub, one of your legs going over the edge, opening yourself up wider. "Look at me baby, watch me come for you."

He seemed unable to multitask, having to slow down as not to make himself come before you. He watched you please yourself to the point of screaming his name, you're fingers buried deep inside of you.

"Fuck." He groaned, staining his bedsheets with the erruption of his cock.

"That felt good." You smiled, regaining your breath, coming down from the high. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Me neither." Ruben said, no longer in his bed. He looked to be in a small bathroom, washing his hands. "Sametime tomorrow?"

You shook your head, unable to hide your smile. "Goodbye Ruben."

He smiled, a cheeky smile. "Goodbye Y/N."

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[myjisung]

kisses with hyunjin !

content. stray kids hyunjin, headcanons, gn!reader — fluff.

warning. none

a/n. as requested, hyunebuns ! continuation of the kisses series. this was the last requested member. do not hesitate to send me an ask if there is a specific member you'd like me to write for next.

YOUR FIRST KISS

hyunjin has high expectations when it comes to romance. maybe it is a silly thing to say but, to him, romance needs to be romanticized as much as possible. it could be because of the amount of dramas he has watched and the number of novels he has read. hyunjin wants his own romance to be perfect. so, when he found you and figured out that you liked him just as much as he liked you, hyunjin started to project himself. he wanted your first kiss to be as beautiful as one can get. however, in a way, he also wanted it to be spontaneous. contradictory, he knows.

the more he thought about it, the more worried he got. hyunjin wanted you to remember this first kiss, he wanted it to be one of a kind and a moment you would enjoy more than any other before. so much so that he started second guessing every single one of his choices. did you even like him like that anyway? were you acting friendly and going out with him on those dates he came up with because you felt sorry? all of these intrusive thoughts made it impossible for him to dare kiss you out of the blue. even just shooting his shot seemed to have been thrown out of the window at this point.

one thing, however, could push all of his buttons.

when another man started expressing interest in you, hyunjin felt less and less secure in his feelings and yours for him. did he imagine that you liked him back? was he just lying to himself so that he would feel better? hyunjin did not know. what he did know however, was that this other guy was getting on his nerves. he had to get rid of him. this time, hyunjin needed you to know he liked you. and so, he told you; not in the way he wanted to, but he did.

sitting by your side as he was working on his latest oil painting, a typical date, hyunjin slowly put his brush down. he turned his head to the side, almost facing you, as if he had something to say. hyunjin was unable to meet your eyes as he asked, "do you like that guy?" you blushed, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "oh no... no i don't". at this, hyunjin sighed a sigh of relief and finally looked up, daring to gaze into your eyes. "so... would you mind if i kissed you right now?", he questioned. you blinked, not expecting him to be so bold about it, "no, i would like that actually."

and that you did. you knew hyunjin was gentle. but, the way he rested his lips against yours for a few seconds, holding your face in between the palms of his hands, was even softer than you had ever imagined it to be.

HOW OFTEN HE WOULD KISS YOU

once comfortable, hyunjin would give you quite a lot of kisses actually. though he found them awkward at first, since hyunjin is one to overthink every single thing he does and says, as soon as he has gotten the hang of your relationship, he would be unstoppable! hyunjin kisses your nose when he teases you and you act fake annoyed about it. he kisses the tips of your fingers while listening to you rant about your day. he kisses the top of your head when you walk side to side and his arm is loosely hugging your shoulders. he just wants his lips to touch any part of your body at all times, it comforts him in a way he cannot explain.

when kissing you for real, however, hyunjin is one to set the mood first! which is why, his more passionate and romantic kisses occur less often than you would think.

WHAT HIS KISSES ARE LIKE

at first, he would be very shy. hyunjin would start testing the waters by kissing your cheeks when greeting you or the very top of your head when he is hugging you. those kisses of his would be so gentle you would barely even feel them. hyunjin is very careful with his every move, trying to find what you both are most comfortable with.

as said in the section above, hyunjin's romantic kisses happen a little less often. he loves to set the mood. hyunjin would invite you to his appartment and the lights would be dimmed, he would have bought you flowers or maybe a nice little gift to give as a token of his love. he would start by gently cupping your face before crashing his lips against yours for a long and very sweet intimate moment.

HIS FAVORITE KISSES ( GIVING )

ONE. head kisses : he finds them cute

TWO. lips kisses : yet another romantic guy

THREE. neck kisses : loves to feel your skin shiver under his lips

HIS FAVORITE KISSES ( RECEIVING )

ONE. cheek kisses : makes him blush CRAZILY

TWO. jaw kisses : gives him butterflies

THREE. lips kisses : he's just a sucker for your lips

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[nwjws]

the solution to our problems - three.

; synopsis - 6 months after your break up, you’re sick and tired of your ex who's always following you around or sending you a text from some new number. luckily for you, the leader of the school’s dance club and campus heartthrob, yang jungwon, seems to have a solution that’ll solve both your problems - to fake date each other.

three. need rescuing? (1.4k words)

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you and the girls walk and chat as the local 7/11 comes into view.

although you and hanni don't want to buy anything, you two accompany minji into the little store to escape the november cold.

"oh, i've never seen this pocky flavour before. is it new?" hanni asks as she turns to you and minji, holding up a box of pocky sticks to show.

"me neither, maybe?" you wonder.

"youngseo?"

you and hanni's attention are grabbed when minji calls out the younger girl, who's passing by the aisle with a shopping basket of items in her hands. youngseo stops in her tracks and looks at you guys with wide, surprised eyes.

"oh, hi guys!"

"what are you doing here? shouldn't you be at school?" hanni asks as youngseo makes her way towards you and your friends.

"yeah. we're on our lunch break right now, and jungwon asked me to get him some food. that idiot forgot to bring some lunch before he left home," she rolled her eyes at the thought of her cousin. "so now i'm here buying snacks for him during my precious break."

"why didn't he just come get it himself? the store is closer to decelis than belift high's campus," minji asks as you and hanni laugh at youngseo's words.

"that's what i said! but he was like 'noo i'm in a club meeting right now and can't go'. i swear he's just lazy," she says, mocking jungwon in a lower voice while holding her fingers up in a quotation gesture.

"well, we're on the way to the library there, so just come with us," hanni offered.

"okay, nini!"

minji and youngseo pay together before the four of you leave the store.

you three walk youngseo up to the dance club's studio, when you notice something - or more like someone in the corner of your eye.

you whip your head in the direction, and see your ex, minho's head quickly dip behind a corner.

"y/n? what's wrong?" hanni asks when she noticed you turn to look in a different direction. you turn back to the girls looking at you with concerned looks on their faces.

"it's ogre. he's here again," you explain in a hushed voice, referring to the boy using your code name.

"no way," youngseo says in surprise, trying to catch a glimpse. "you guys should come in for a bit then. at least until he leaves."

you guys nod at her thankfully and follow her into the room, while you give your friends a confused look at how she knows. minji quietly explains how they told their younger friend.

music blasts as footsteps hit the floor in sync with the beat. you close the door behind you, but not before poking your head out and trying to find the 'ogre', spotting him poke his head out to get a glimpse at you before hiding again when seeing he was caught.

you follow the other three as they walk up to jungwon at the front, who’s watching the dancers’ forms.

"here, dumbass. i got you some instant noodles and bungeoppang,” youngseo says as she hands him the bag.

“thanks,” he says taking them out and then nodding at you three in acknowledgment, albeit with a little confusion on his face.

“you better be - i could be eating and relaxing since it’s my break, but here i am, taking care of you like a mother,” the girl huffed. “anyways, i brought them in because y/n’s ex is being a creep and following them.”

“you just let them in as if you have the authority to do so,” jungwon rolls his eyes as he bites on the food. “but i’ll let it slide since they seem to be in a little bit of trouble.”

jungwon turns to the rest of the dancers in the room and calls for a quick break.

riki runs up to you guys as he drinks water, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“what are you doing here?” youngseo asks her fellow schoolmate.

“‘just had a free, so i thought i’d come by,” riki pants. “but after this break i have another class.”

“riki, walk with youngseo back to school when you guys go. just to make sure she stays safe.” riki nods, jokingly saluting jungwon.

“ew, i don’t need to be protected by some stinky boy,” youngseo scrunches her nose at him. “besides, i’d be the one protecting him instead.”

you giggle as you watch the two high schoolers start bickering. jungwon turns his attention back to you guys.

“y/n, are you okay?”

to be honest, you don’t talk to jungwon that often. in fact, you never really see him - only in passing as you walk across the campus of your university.

all you know about him is that he’s quite popular and well liked, (which doesn’t surprise you, considering his good looks). as well as other bits and pieces your friends have told you about him - which is also very little, because none of them are really close to him either. they just have mutual friends or connections to the boy.

“yeah. if it’s okay though, we’ll camp in here for a bit until minho leaves us alone. if it isn’t, we can just run to the library,” you tell him.

"honestly, you'd think a guy would finally have moved on from his ex when he has a new girlfriend..." minji sighed, shaking her head.

jungwon kisses his teeth as he thinks.

“mmm, sorry i don’t think you guys can stay here while we’re in session, but i’ll walk you three to the library. is that okay?”

you hum an agreement, and thank him as you guys walk out and begin your way to the library.

arriving at the library, you immediately start looking for the textbook you need to borrow. jungwon sticks to you and your friends when you say you won’t be long anyway.

he’s conversing easily with minji and hanni when a girl comes up to him, tapping his shoulder shyly. you can easily tell her demeanour is as fake as those toy phones you played with as a child.

“hi… jungwon, can i talk to you privately?” the girl asks softly, unable to look him in the eye.

“umm…” jungwon looks at you guys with an expression that screams ‘help me’ as the girl is already grabbing onto his wrist to drag him away.

quickly jumping to the rescue, you speak up.

“sorry, we actually need jungwon’s help with some school work right now. i’m sure you can talk to him later? when he’s not busy?” you tell her politely.

the girl glares at you before letting go of the poor boy’s wrist and scoffing.

“fine, but i’ll talk to you later, ‘kay wonie?” you want to laugh at the way her act switches up when she talks to jungwon.

“umm, okay?” he says unsurely, as if asking a question.

a sigh of relief escapes him when he looks back at you and your friends, who’re all holding back snickers behind your hands.

“one of your fangirls?” minji teases. jungwon rubs his nape awkwardly.

“well, i don’t really want to call them that…”

“does that happen often?” you ask him, suddenly spotting the item you’d been looking for.

“way too often,” he confirms as you four make your way to the desk so you can take out the textbook.

“that sucks, maybe you need saving more than i do,” you laugh at him as you all make your way back to the studio.

at the doors of the dance studio, you all thank jungwon for coming with you guys. you’d even forgotten about minho, the whole reason the boy joined you guys anyway.

“well, if you ever need somewhere to hide, you’re welcome to run here - if there’s no meeting. i’m here most of the time anyway,” jungwon tells you as you all stand outside the room.

“thank you. if you ever need saving from another girl, just let me know i guess,” you reply. the four of you laugh lightheartedly, before bidding jungwon goodbye and leaving.

when jungwon is out of earshot, hanni turns to look at you knowingly.

“y/n, what was that??”

“what was what?”

“you were low-key flirting with jungwon back there,” minji agrees.

“what? no i wasn’t! that wasn’t flirting!” you defend yourself, confused.

“oookayy,” hanni just agrees with a teasing look.

you roll your eyes at your friends.

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[prod-ddeonu]

TIGHTY WHITIES | p.js

episode 4: tick, tick, boom.

pairing: college! Jay x fem! reader

CW/TW: enemies to lovers, smau, angst, fluff, smut, horrible comedy, slice of life, jay gets exposed BAD, kys jokes, assault, drinking, mentions of bullying and anger issues, arguing, they're both pretty bad in this one but Jay def took the cake

synopsis: You and Park Jongseong have been enemies for years. Heck, the two of you grew up picking fights with each other. A hateful war of tricks and deceit turns from bad to worse, however, when you finally trump him. Nobody can come back from having a photo of themself in tighty whities sent to the entire school, right?

status: ongoing!

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word count: 1.08k

You were simply sitting down and enjoying a nice relaxing moment in the quad, watching the water spill from the fountain. Sure, the world may have been on fire behind you, but you just wanted to watch the water droplets soar downwards.

A harsh set of footsteps land beside you. You already knew who it was by the way his feet stomped down. He cleared his throat once, loudly.

You twisted your neck to look at him, your eyes meeting his. The cockiness in your stare may have only served to boil his blood, you thought, but anyone in your position would have their ego boosted.

You'd just won a war that had gone on for fifteen long years. Since the day you were six and truly felt that hatred tear through your tiny heart for the first time, the two of you had been in a constant game of cat and mouse.

Jay was going to a sold-out movie with his friends? You used a burner email to tell him his purchase hadn't gone through, and that his card was frozen due to fraudulent activity.

Jay was going to a restaurant with his friends? You called the owner, posing as another restaurant owner, to kindly inform him of a man named Jay that would send back countless meals till he had hundreds of dollars worth of food for free.

These methods may have been on the more cruel side, but Jay never took a blow silently. No, Jay would strike back with even more force, it seems.

Jay had once catfished a very popular BELIFT University student athelete as you and proceeded to make the entire baseball team hate you.

Jay had also posted your phone number on numerous social media platforms, telling the world to call the number for ridiculously cheap resale tickets to a concert.

Although everyone watching this game considered it a prank war, you knew it was so much more. Everyone else looking from the outside in only saw your plans blow up in Jay's face, or vice versa.

Only you could see the hatred in Jay's eyes when he looked at you. You'd catch him glaring at you during the day, his once dark brown eyes glowing with the fire burning behind his pupils. You could see the scowl he'd bite back when you passed him on campus, almost as if it pained him to just be near you.

Likewise, only Jay was able to interpret the evil behind your burning stares. Only Jay was able to feel the goosebumps forming on his arms from the slick of your slimy, fake, forced smiles. The only time he'd ever seen you genuinely smile since first grade was when he ate shit, and you knew that.

Jay's shadow loomed over your body. "Y/N, can we talk?"

You smiled at him. "Sure, Jay, what's up?" You cheerily harped.

He took one look at you before rolling his eyes, tongue pushing against his cheek. "Don't give me that happy-go-lucky shit," Jay scoffed and shook his head. His hand raked through his dark hair. "I know you're hiding your cocky ass smirk behind that smile."

"Oh, but, Jay," You slightly dropped your smile, "I'm extremely happy at the moment. I feel as though I've accomplished a life goal, y'know?"

His stare turned from angry to furious.

Jay was now standing in front of you, his phone shoved into your face. "Explain what the fuck this is," he growled. Before you was the exact photo you'd stolen from his mom's old Facebook, and your ultimate trump card.

"Jay!" You feigned bashfulness. "I didn't think we knew each other well enough for you to expose yourself to me like this! Oh, my eyes!"

He grew increasingly frustrated with your sarcasm, you could see it. The only thing that gave you close to the same dopamine effect as ruining his day was lighting the very short fuse attached to his time-bomb temper.

Tick.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, can you be goddamn serious for once? This is too fucking far!" Jay shouted, turning the heads of bystanders.

You cocked a brow, mirroring his own habit. "Your own mom posted that photo, Jay. Anyone could already see it. I just brought it to the crowd you knew," you shrugged.

He looked up to the sky and let out a dark, gutteral laugh. "My God. My fucking God," he mumbled. "You're so insufferable, fuck! You do this shit all the time, and for what? To make my day worse? Do you get off to making everyone else miserable?"

"I don't make everyone else miserable. Just you."

Tick.

By now, numerous people had gathered with their phones in their hands. Most were recording, you figured.

"No, Y/N! You make everyone's lives suck. You and this petty bullshit you pull daily, nobody fucking likes it. Nobody likes you, Y/N," Jay pointed at her with his index finger, his phone long forgotten in the other hand.

You stood up, closing the distance further between the two of you. Your noses could almost touch if you leaned in.

You scoffed at him this time. "Oh, please, Jay. You're so obsessed with me, it's like you're in love with me or something"

Boom.

Jay looked at you with a glare that could melt metal. If looks could kill, the entire country would have become an entire crater that that instant.

"I wish your old friends would've bullied you worse, maybe then you wouldn't have become the aggravating piece of shit you are now."

You were physically taken aback. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes lost their iron-hot touch. You brought your hand to your mouth in shock.

The crowd around you murmered. "Did he really just say that?" One girl whispered behind you.

Jay's own look shifted from anger to guilt as the weight of his own words hit him.

"I didn't mean that," he quickly said. "I am so sorry, I didn't-"

You smiled back at him. "No, Jay, I get it. I really do," you backed away. "I started it. I- I crossed the line first, I get it."

Jay went to apologize again, but you walked away before he could. Jay could only look at the ground in a mixture of shock and shame as you walked away, swallowing your nausea and pain back down into the depths of your body.

notes: yea jay and y/n def said some stuff they can't take back 😭

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[ugh-yoongi]

Hello! Can I pls request headcanons for BTS members crushing on female reader who is a friend of their friend. Like reader and they are not close friends but they have mutual friend. Members ended up falling in love with reader and gets jealous when reader is close with their mutual friend.

I know it's very specific 😅 you don't have to write them if you don't want to. Thank you anyways ❤️

hi, tysm for the request! i am a lil rusty on headcanons but i do hope these suffice. no gendered terms or pronouns used! <3

[bounced ideas off of @the-boy-meets-evil & @hot-soop for this. thank you both!]

bts with a crush on a friend of a friend

seokjin

he's ✨ a w k w a r d ✨

torn between wanting to hang with the group & see you vs. never wanting to go out in public around strangers

the urge to see his crush wins out and that's when everyone else figures him out. not subtle at all.

also way too awkward to snoop for info. your friend makes one reference to you and seokjin's entire body turns red. rip

absolutely plays off his jealousy as a joke

attention back on him, please and thank you

a one-upper to the extreme ("oh, you liked that recipe? well guess who gave it to them" even tho they're not talking about food anymore); mortified when he thinks back on it later

yoongi

actually pretty direct imo

i think he'd straight up just tell you/your friend he's into you and wants to see where it goes

just sort of shows up whenever you're hanging out with your friend

also invites you to things one-on-one, doesn't give a shit

probably not all that great at dealing w his jealousy tho

not in a shitty way? just more withdrawn

disappears into his work

hobi

he's an aquarius man luv good luck getting shit out of him

intensely private and protective of this crush

blows his cover tho bc he gets the giggles. he tried

fidgets! fake laughs! "oh ha ha it's totally cool you and your friend have plans, wouldn't want to intrude!"

and then immediately leaves to go work on something and lies about why he left. it was NOT because he got moody out of nowhere! wtf! why would you ask that!

why is this guy always excusing himself to the bathroom

would probably let this go on for years if left to his own devices

namjoon

number one jealous guy but thinks he's too enlightened for it

"i don't feel entitled to them/their attention and don't think i own them, so how can i be jealous"

meanwhile he's brooding in a corner doing that jaw clench thing

breaks stuff on accident bc he's too busy analyzing how close you're sitting to your friend and every facial expression the two of you make

sends book/music/podcast recs over insta dms bc he thinks it's too forward to ask for your number

would then keep up this ruse months into proper dating bc he thinks it's now too late and too awkward to ask

jimin

not subtle at all. grills your mutual friend for intel

shameless tbh

does that "omg let's compare hand sizes" shtick to have an excuse to touch you

i also don't see him getting super jealous? like, he knows your mutual friend and he's the queen of gossip. he'd know if there was something going on

although i do think he might also have one-upper tendencies, just more subtle

whereas jin plays off his jealousy as a joke, i think jimin would lean into it. it would come off more cocky/overconfident

full on pouting if you ignore him or don't play along, though

taehyung

group meeting time in the living room; we're going to war

"do you think they like me? do you think they're dating our friend? have you heard anything? should i crash their hangout?"

absolutely refuses to listen to reason. head in the clouds.

romanticizes the shit out of everything and then whines when reality doesn't live up to it

this man has an aries moon; that spike of jealousy is hot and quick and he can't hide it for the life of him but also doesn't entirely know why he's jealous (ask me how i know)

can honestly see him being hotter than normal and manspreading on a couch for attention let's be real. weaponizing the hell out of his giant dick brood

jungkook

perilla leaf debate 2.0

gen z as hell. like he's sending you tiktoks and trying to rope you into challenges and thinks that counts for something

overanalyzes all social media interactions

passive-aggressive; can't hide his jealousy at all; petty

will send his friend to the kitchen for drinks just so he can take their spot next to you

it's the middle of winter, why is he still wearing sleeveless shirts?

sort of leans into toxic masculinity in the "thinks everything is a challenge/competition" way before he gets scolded and told to knock it off

otherwise super sweet. doting & would do anything for you, even in early crushing stage. like, once he realizes he likes you it's game over for him

#bts headcanons #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts x you

[lambertdiary]

hey i love your work so much! im so glad there’s people writing for this lovely character

i was wondering if you could write about him meeting one of Chris friends, he is very intrigued by her but can’t find her anywhere after that brief encounter, one day Dalton is supposed to pick up Chris after class but since he arrived quiet early decides to explore the area since he doesn’t come to that side of the school often, one of the classrooms is open and there’s piano music coming of it and is the reader. They have a proper introduction and Dalton tries to be brave for once and ask for her number, little did he know chris was watching him and let’s just say the way back to the dorms she was teasing him about the girl.

A/N: i can't tell you how much i loved this request! sorry it took so long to write but i hope you like it! as always please let me know what you think <3 (also in this fic chris and dalton are still roommates)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: pure fluff

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Music To My Ears

Meeting new people never came easy for Dalton. He was very shy and reserved, but so loving and kind to his friends. Which is exactly why the most outgoing and confident person he’s ever encountered adopted him almost immediately after they met.

Right now, he was hanging out in his dorm with Chris, his best friend. They were currently watching dumb scary videos on her laptop with a big bowl of popcorn between them. They had been doing that for about an hour, an hour they were supposed to use to do their homework but whatever awful and fake scary video they could find on youtube was surely more entertaining than that. Most of the time they were not scary at all, sure there were a few screamers here and there but the rest of it was just a bad story, bad editing and even worse acting.

Their focus was 100% on the screen, until Chris’ phone made them both jump. She paused the video and picked up her phone, typing a few words before putting it down again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for someone”

“Oh, so you double booked me?” He asked, acting offended. 

Chris rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the bed “Your acting is worse than the guys on the videos” Now he was a little offended “No, she’s just here to return something” 

Chris walked across the room and opened the door, not all the way but enough for Dalton to see someone standing outside. A girl. 

“Hey” Chris said, and Dalton could see the girl smile “How did it go with the presentation?” 

“Hi! Really good actually, piano skills really do transfer over to this thing” She was holding Chris’ Melodica before giving it back. 

“See? Told you, if I can do it you for sure can”

“Yeah, thank you” She smiled again and looked at her hands while she played with them “I cleaned it too so don’t worry”

“Oh I’m not worried” Chris joked and both of them chuckled.

“Alright, thanks again. See you on friday!”

“Any time, see you!” She said before closing the door. Dalton quickly grabbed his phone and pretended to pay full attention to it “Now what? Should we keep watching or should we be responsible students and do some work?”

“There’s only 11 minutes left of this video, we’ll stop after this one, I promise” Chris agreed and went back to bed, where they ended up staying for another 2 hours.

Dalton couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. He wanted to ask Chris about her but he couldn’t possibly, what was he gonna do? Talk to her? Probably not, but if she and Chris are actual friends then he would for sure run into her again, right?

A week went by and there were no signs of the mysterious girl, not even on Friday, when she and Chris were supposed to see each other. But Dalton figured he would rather stay curious than be embarrassed.

It was Taco Tuesday and it was their special tradition to eat a lot of tacos after class. Dalton’s class was dismissed early so after dropping his things off in his dorm, he made his way to pick up Chris from the Math building. Once he got there, he checked the time and realized that he was a little early. He's not really familiar with that part of campus, going there every once in a while and only for a few minutes to wait for Chris, so walking around exploring for a bit while Chris’s class was over seemed like a good idea. He started wandering around, peeking at a few different open classrooms but not seeing anything interesting, he deduced it was just like any other part of campus. Plain and boring. 

He was about to turn around and return to his original spot, Chris was about to come down anyway, but before he could start walking, a beautiful melody caught his attention.

He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where it was coming from, finally seeing an open room he didn’t see before, a sign with the words ‘Music Room’ above the big doors. As he got closer, the piano melody got louder. It was like a force was dragging him to that room, it was like his soul needed to see who was playing the piano so beautifully.

He stood outside, going in carefully as to not disturb whoever was playing there. The song kept going and Dalton could almost recognize it, it was so gracefully played it made him understand why someone would dedicate their entire life to music. As he got closer, he identified the person behind the large piano, he saw the girl that made him go crazy just last week. He felt his heart rate go significantly higher, debating on his mind if he should leave or talk to her. 

When the song ended, Dalton decided to go for it. I mean, who knew if the universe would give him another chance to talk to her? It was now or never.

She was about to start playing a different melody but was interrupted by a voice she has never heard before “That was beautiful”

She looked up at the person standing in front of her “Thank you” She was used to strangers complimenting her talent, it happened to her all the time, but thinking that he was listening to her play made her really nervous. 

“I’m Dalton by the way” He introduced himself and found his way next to the piano.

“Right, I remember you” She smiled “You’re Chris’ roommate”

“I am, yeah”

“Y/N”

“Y/N” he repeated her name, slowly. Almost as if he was tasting every syllable “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to finally meet you, Dalton. Chris tells me a lot about you” Dalton knew his face was burning, there was no hiding it, and he was a little embarrassed by it “I take it your artistic self draws you to music”

“Well, I was just walking by and I heard you play so-” He didn’t wanna sound like a creep, the last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was stalking her. She didn’t think that, but she wanted to mess with him anyway.

“So… you interrupted my sacred rehearsal” 

“I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you- your rehearsal uh- I guess I should get going— oh, you’re kidding. Okay” 

Y/N burst into laughter, wishing she had a camera to capture Dalton’s terrified face. Something about him made her feel some kind of way, a good kind of way  “Do you like piano?”

“My mom plays the piano”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement “Do you play?”

“Just a little bit… but you’re like a professional so in your eyes not at all, I suppose” Y/N chuckled.

“Show me”

Dalton’s eyes widened, no way she just asked him to play piano for her “What?”

“Yeah, do you know any song you can play for me?”

“Uh- Just this one song my mom wrote years ago”

“Go on then, play it for me” Y/N scooted over a little, making space for Dalton to sit next to her. Dalton looked at her unsure of what to do, not wanting to make a fool of himself “You just heard me play an entire song, it’s only fair”

Dalton let out a nervous laugh, but sat next to her on the stool. He was nervous and he was having a hard time remembering the right notes, but after a minute of staring at the keys he finally started playing. He didn’t play much, he didn’t remember much of the song and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to play it. But Y/N loved every second of it.

“That’s all I can remember”

“Well, tell your mom she’s very talented” She said, not looking at him “And if you can remember the rest of the song, I would love to hear it sometime”

Dalton paid attention to their hands, they were really close to each other. And after building up the courage he asked her “Can I have your number? You know, just in case I have to show you the rest of the song”

“Yeah, just in case” Dalton pulled out his phone and handed it to her “Text me” She said typing her contact information on his phone and then giving it back.

“I will” Dalton looked at his screen, admiring her name on his contact list. Then a notification appeared on top.

Chris: Sorry I made you wait, but I’m going downstairs right now

“Uh- sorry, I have to go, but we’ll talk later” Dalton said, standing up and walking to the exit.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for your text” She smiled at him again.

They waved goodbye and he left that room behind, his heart was racing and his hands were sweating, he couldn’t believe he asked for her number. As he approached the building, he spotted Chris standing there waiting for him “Sorry, something came up” He said, gesturing to her to start walking.

“What? Miss music over there?” Chris said pointing at the music room. 

“What are you-?”

“Yeah, I saw you coming out and Y/N always practices there when it’s empty. Plus, I saw you eyeing her the other day”

Dalton blushed again “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t even try. I told you, your acting sucks”

Dalton sighed “Chris, please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything… But I bet she already knows”

“What?”

“I mean, I think she can tell when someone is flirting with her. Or at least trying to”

“Hey, I’m great at flirting”

“We can ask her” She said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“Stop, please” Dalton took it from her hands and put it back in her pocket. He didn’t think she would actually ask Y/N, but just in case.

“Aw, you’re properly in love” Chris said with a fake british accent.

Dalton rolled his eyes and kept walking, pretending not to care about the teasing but his blushed face giving him away.

“It’s okay,I’ll keep the secret. She gave you her number didn’t she?”

“For your information, I asked for it”

“Oh, go Dolphin!”

After their taco date, Dalton went back to his dorm and planned to call his mum. First of all, he hasn’t called her as much as he promised he would and second of all, he wanted to ask about the song.

“Hey sweetie” Renai said on the other line “It’s so good to hear from you, how have you been?”

“Hi mom, I’m okay, what about you? How is dad?”

“We’re great! Busy getting his things back into the house. How’s school?”

“School is good. Uh- listen, is there any way you can teach me the song you wrote for dad?” He asked, it didn’t go as smoothly as he had planned. 

“You wanna learn my song?” Renai sounded confused, which made sense considering Dalton stopped asking questions about her music years ago.

“Uh- yeah. Well it’s been a while since I’ve heard it and I can’t really remember much” He chuckled in hopes of making the situation less awkward.

“Mhm” She hummed “I’m gonna pretend I believe you’re just genuinely curious about the song and that you don't have ulterior motives”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #ty simpkins #insidious #insidious 5 #insidious the red door #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert smut

[miserable-sarah]

Real

Pairing: Dean x reader

Story multiple parts

Pt1

“Ma'am you said you talked to two FBI agents already?" You ask trying to get all the information

"Yes, they were really nice. Asked some weird questions though."

"Right. Can you please write down their names, everything they asked, and your answers please. My station didn't send out any FBI agents, just me." You hand her a notepad "No need to panic though, I'm sure someone else did and just failed to mention it to us."

"This happens?" She asks skeptical

"Way more often than you think" I chuckle. She nods her head and takes a second. She writes everything down and hands me back the notepad.

"Agent Parker and Agent Stark" You say aloud knowing they're fake names. She nods her head. "Okay great. Thank you" I smile walking away.

You get to the car and shake your head. Now you gotta make a bunch of phone calls and you don't want to do that. These fake agents are messing everything up for you. You roll your eyes and dial a number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Y/n"

"Oh Y/n, what can I help you with?" He asks

"Do you happen to know an Agent Parker and an Agent Stark?" He sighs deeply.

"Yes. What did they do now?"

"Messing with my investigation and my own hunt. They already questioned my main lead."

"I'll call them. Sorry about this"

"Hey if it's okay i'd rather call them"

"Oh yeah sure" He chuckles giving you his number

"Thanks Bobby, talk soon" You hang up. You dial the other number and listen as the phone rings.

"Hello?" A man answers

"Hi, who is this?" You ask

"Uh, you called me" the man chuckles

"Right, right. Is this Agent Parker?"

"Uh, no this is" He pauses "Uh Agent Stark, how can I help you?"

"Take you a minute to look up your own name?" You ask sarcastically

"Uh, what no" He chuckles nervously

"Oh and now you're nervous. Did I catch you?"

"Wh-what. Who is this?"

"This is Y/n. You're butting into my investigation. You need to back off. I can arrest you right now if I wanted to, but that's even more paperwork. So take your show somewhere else."

"Please you wouldn't find me" He says cocky, you scoff.

"Right okay. See the car behind you?" You ask, you see him turn around in the driver seat, you give him a wave. "That's me sweetheart."

"Meet me at the cafe up the road we need to talk" He says before hanging up the phone. You follow him and park beside him.

"What are we doing here, Agent Stark" You tease him, he's cute, green eyes, deep voice.

"Come on" He says walking into the cafe. You get a table and sit down. "Listen my name is Dean. I know this is going to sound crazy but-" You scoff cutting him off and rolling your eyes. "Listen lady I am trying to expl-" You cut him off again

"Excuse me." You shake your head "My name is Y/n I already told you that. And if you're about to give me the whole monsters and ghosts are real, I know. I'm a hunter just like you. This one is personal to me, you need to stay out of my way." You say getting up, Dean put his hand on yours.

"Wait please" You look at him and sit back down "It's personal for me too." He says you can tell he means it because he sounds sad.

"Why?"

"It took my brother."

"When?"

"Last night. We went to the house, we wanted to kill the ghost there and something went wrong. I don't know where he is."

"You didn't call Bobby?" You ask louder than you wanted to.

"Bobby?" He asks confused

"Yes, Bobby would've told you what to do. When exactly did he go missing?"

"Uh, I don't know"

"Dean this is important."

"Okay okay. He went missing at 12 am exactly."

"Okay, we got 4 hours." You say looking at your watch "Lets go" Dean follows you out to your car and gets in, you immediately take off.

"Where are we going?" Dean asks

"Okay so that house has a secret basement, it could be where they took your brother. We need to go there and find out."

"The ghosts took Sam to the basement? No you're wrong I looked all over that house and I went to the basement."

"Dean, you went to the regular basement. There's a secret one. Just trust me on this." Dean looks out the window and stays silent, he was about a half hour from the house. 3.35 hours.

"Call Bobby, put him on speaker." Dean does as you say. "Hey Bobby, it's Y/n, I'm with Dean. They got his brother."

"They got Sam?"

"Yeah, they got him"

"Bobby, I salted and burned all the bodies you told me about, I need you to find anyone else that died in or near that house. Please." You say, you honestly don't know what's doing this.

"I'll try my best." Bobby sighs

"Call me when you get something. Thank you Bobby." We pull up to the house "Okay so either we get Sam out or we're all trapped in there."

"Well lets go for the first one" Dean says

"Agreed" You and Dean enter the house quietly. Dean follows behind you as you lead him down to the basement.

"There's no one here" Dean sighs, you give Dean a look.

"Dean, I know" You open a secret door that's on the wall. "This was built for protection." You say going into the room. You get to the stairs that lead into the secret basement, which is pretty much a bunker.

"Sam" Dean says running over to his brother, he's beaten up pretty bad but other than that he seems pretty good. You close your eyes not wanting to do this but you're gonna have to. You quickly close the door trapping Dean and Sam in there. "What the hell?" You hear Dean yell pounding on the door.

"It's for your safety. Trust me!" You yell to him before leaving. You run out of the house and drive into the woods behind the house. Your phone rings.

"Hey" You answer

"I found out one more person it could be, you're not going to like it"

"My uncle" You say

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"I'm on my way to the bones"

"Sam and Dean?" He asks

"Fine I have them in the bunker. They'll probably be mad at me forever but they'll be fine." Bobby chuckles at you "Bye Bobby" you say before hanging up. you pull up to the graves set in a line. you take a deep breath and start to dig up the grave. After a while you finally hit the coffin. You salt and burn the bones of your uncle. You stare at them as they turn into nothing. You can't believe he's been behind all this. This whole time. You wipe away a tear and get back to the house as quickly as you can. When `you get to the house you unlock the bunker door and find the boys with their guns shooting at a ghost.

"Wait!" You yell stopping them. "She's not going to hurt you." You call out. You step down and step in front of the ghost, you smile tears forming in your eyes. "He's gone. You're safe" Your sister hugs you tightly. It feels just like her.

"Thank you" She says in a whisper

"I'm so sorry I never knew."

"Its okay" She says touching your cheek "I'm free now" She smiles. Tears falling down your cheeks you see her disappear before your eyes. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"Sorry I locked you down here. It was for your own safety. I hope you understand" You say walking out of the bunker to leave and sob in your car.

"Wait, you're just going to leave?" Dean calls out. You ignore him and walk outside to your car. "You took me here" He says. You forgot about that.

"I'll call you a cab" You smile before getting in your car. Dean huffs and goes back inside for Sam. You do as you say and call a cab. You drive off and sob thinking about your sister.

~

After a while you end up at a bar. typical. You sit at the bar and order drinks back to back.

"You know, my sister was grateful" You say to the bartender

"She was?" She asks

"Yeah, she said thank you" You say taking another sip of your drink

"So you changed her dream college's mind, they didn't accept her and she said thank you?" The bartender chuckles "That must be one forgiving sister."

"She is" You smile "She said a year later she never even wanted to go to college just felt like she had to."

"So what does she do now?"

"Uh I don't know"

"You don't talk?" Bartender asks

"No" You down your drink. She fills your cup and nods her head.

"Hey" a voice says sitting next to you, you look over and see Dean.

"Hey" You smile at him "Did not expect to see you here" you chuckle

"So what happened with the house. Thank you"

"You're welcome"

"Do you want to talk about the-" you cut him off

"No"

"I understand" he nods his head "Do you want to get out of here?" he asks,You feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Really?" You ask

"Yeah, you seem like you need company and a place to sleep"

"Yeah, that would be nice" You smile walking out with Dean. He drives you to a motel. You walk in and see his brother in a bed, not what you were expecting but okay. Not getting laid you see.

"He's sleeping I gave him medicine to knock his ass out" Dean chuckles. You nod your head. Dean grabs you some water and sits on the bed, you sit next to him. Dean asks you a bunch of questions trying to figure out things about you, about how you know Bobby and stuff. He told some of his life dramas, not much though.

"Who was she?" He asks, referring to the ghost.

"She was my sister" You sigh "She was everything to me, just like how Sam is to you. My best friend. I lost her years ago. She was killed, in a really messed up way. She escaped and died in the bunker, she locked her self in to keep herself safe." you explain. "I was supposed to be home"

"You can't blame yourself" Dean starts

"I'm not. I'm just saying it could have worked out differently."

"Why was she there?"

"That was my childhood home. We grew up there." I smile thinking of how it used to be. "My dad and my mom would always be up in the morning making breakfast for us. Of course me and my sister would shove food in our mouths and run out the door to meet our friends. We had a normal childhood until 10th grade, the second year of high school."

"What happened" Dean asks he looks completely taken by your story

"We found out my dad and mom were hunters. They taught us how to use guns early on and self defensive moves but we didn't think much of it. They wanted us to be prepared. One night after dinner my dad came in with my uncle screaming. My sister and I ran down the stairs and saw our uncle on the table covered in blood. It was shocking I didn't know what to do. My dad and mom took over while we watched. Later that night my mom explained everything to us saying that's why they're not going to the hospital. He died that night."

"Your uncle?"

"Yeah" You shake your head. "Then my mom died, weird cause of death, my dad burned all the bones of anyone who died in or near the house, except my uncle not thinking he would do something like that."

"And your sister?"

"She died after high school. She got accepted into her top choice dream college. I convinced the school to change their minds because she never wanted to go to school. Not after what happened with our mom." I look at Dean "A year after that me and sister and huge heart to heart just talked about everything. I told her I loved her and went out with my friend. That night my father was killed and so was my sister." I wipe away a tear "Anyway, it was nice saying goodbye" Dean doesn't say anything just holds you, you were taken back at first but let him. You smiled to yourself, you felt better.

"What about you?" you ask. Dean spent the night talking about his family, and cuddling with you which you had no arguments about. You drifted off to sleep and for once felt like you didn't need to watch your back.

#supernatural #supernatural smut #supernatural imagine #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester smut #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester smut #supernautral #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fluff

[hee0soo]

Jisoo being jealous of Hyunlix

Summary :It was common knowledge within the Group and the fandom that Jisoo could be quite jealous

Moment 1

The first time Stays noticed was early into their career. In 2018 the group was on VLive and Hyunjin was talking about how he remembered the first time he met Felix.

Sitting next to him, Jisoo jokingly asked him if he could remember their first time meeting or the other members first meeting.

Hyunjin laughed at first before replying that he couldn’t and that Felix was special that’s why he remembered theirs.

The group cracked up when they heard that. He obviously said it to be funny but the surprised Pikachu face Jisoo made would forever be one of the Iconic SKZ Memes.

She also became really silent after it until Hyunjin noticed and laid a his hand around her shoulder to pull her into a side hug.

Moment 2

While filming the group scene for the Unveil video of The View, the group had to sit in a field together.

Hyunjin had his head propped up on Felixs leg and Jisoo was sat behind him with Changbin next to her.

The Aussie boy kept bopping Hyunjins dimples, making him smile. Jisoo didn’t think twice about smacking her friends butt, making him squeal with laughter, bat her hand away and scold her a bit before returning to Felixs lap.

The pout she send him was unnoticed, at least to him.

Changbin and the editors had a field day putting captions on the moment for the Behind video.

Moment 3

During a fansign Jisoo got a headband with flowers on it from a fan. Since she already had a bow on her head and a face chain, she wanted to give it to Hyunjin to wear.

Jisoo called out to him to get his attention and offered it to him. He declined but threw her a finger heart which she jokingly bat away.

A couple minutes later Chan told her to get something from him and when she went over to get it Felix had put a cat ears on him.

She didn’t need a mic for STAYS to hear the “YAH!” Jisoo called out with fake insult dripping from her voice.

Moment 4

No but Jisoo calling Hyunjin out while being on VLive.

Jisoo got asked what she did to cheer up when she was feeling down. She told Stays that when she was feeling that way, she would go to Hyunjin first to get a quick cuddle in. Stays were a bit confused because the boy didn’t like skinship. The girl looked straight into the camera with the most serious expression the fans have ever seen on her and said: “He does with Lixie-ah!”

Staff made her finish the Live very fast afterwards.

Moment 5

Shortly after that VLive in number 4.

There was a time period at the start of 2020 where Jisoo was really sad and detached from the two boys. She would try to not stand close to them or Hyunjin in general.

Jisoo also got a lot of hate because of what she said in her VLive from Hyunlix shippers, saying that she should stop searching for Hyunjins attention and just accept the fact that he liked Felix more than her.

The girl was never seriously hurt by the two boys hanging of each other but the comments online kept coming in so much that she kinda started believing them.

#stray kids #stray kids 9th member #9th member of stray kids #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop extra member #stray kids addition #stray kids female member #stray kids female additio

[fluentmoviequoter]

Me and the Ring

Part 2 of Me or the Ring

Pairing: Hal Jordan x fem!reader

Summary: After Hal broke your heart and failed his mission, the Guardians send Kyle to pick up where he left off. You can't trust Hal, but that doesn't mean you don't love him.

Warnings: angst to fluff, some suggestiveness/objectification (it's innocent, just Hal Jordan flirting), lots of DC Lantern lore references. ignore the incorrect timeline of the GLs

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

Picture from Pinterest

Masterlist | DC/Hal Jordan Masterlist

Coast City isn’t the same without Hal Jordan. Every time you see Green Lantern fly across the sky or a picture of him on the news, you miss your Flyboy a little more. Leaving Hal was the right choice, or so you keep telling yourself. As you walk out of a mediocre coffee shop, because you’re too nervous and heartbroken to return to the one where you met Hal, you accidentally bump into someone.

“Sorry,” you murmur without looking up.

“I’m not,” the man replies.

You glance up at his face before dropping your eyes again. He moves his arm, and you see something green reflect the sunlight.

“I’m not interested,” you say. “Excuse me.”

“Look, I know I started poorly,” the man continues, moving to block your path. “But let me start over? My name’s Kyle.”

“Okay. Kyle, get out of my way.”

“Where’s Gardner?” Kilowog mumbles. “Guardians sent ‘em both, but I ain’t seen him since we left.”

“I’m not worried about Guy,” Hal replies. “She keeps backing up. She’s different than she was with me. This is all my fault, Kilowog.”

“You’re right, poozer. But don’t give your apology to me.”

Hal sighs as he watches you. He can’t hear, but Kilowog’s Bolovaxian ears pick up every catch of your breath.

“Hal,” he grunts. “He’s taking her somewhere.”

Kyle sighs, and when his shoulder rolls back, you see the unmistakable ring on his finger. Another Green Lantern. As if one breaking your heart wasn’t enough, they still think you are guilty of some intergalactic crime spree.

“Kyle, I’m late for a meeting. Maybe I could give you my number?” you suggest.

Playing along seems like the best option. He smiles and moves again, blatantly showing off the ring. You accept his phone and input a fake name and a fake number.

“Now, lying isn’t nice,” Kyle says as he takes his phone back.

“What?”

“That’s not your name.”

You take a step back as your face drops in worry. Hal was never this pushy, and you wish he was here now. Before you can turn on your heel to run, Kyle reaches out and wraps a hand around your arm.

“If you don’t willingly go back to Oa and confess to your crimes, I will drag you across the worst planets I can think of on the way,” he threatens quietly.

You fumble with your phone at your side, navigating to your favorite contacts with only one name in mind.

“C’mon, you’re my girl,” Hal murmurs as he watches Kyle lean in to speak. “You know what to do. Don’t trust him.”

“She just said your name,” Kilowog announces.

A single second later, Hal’s phone rings. At the same time, a sapphire portal opens behind you and Kyle. Hal is angry for you, at Kyle, at the situation, but he doesn’t bother to answer your call as Kyle pulls you closer.

“Rayner,” Hal greets as he lands beside you. “Let her go.”

You lean toward Hal, and Kyle’s eyes remain on the opening portal.

“This isn’t over, Jordan,” he responds. “She’s coming back to Oa.”

“Don’t do this,” Kilowog says as he lands behind Kyle.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Kilowog, another Green Lantern. Hal steps closer to you, and you find comfort in his proximity. The other Green Lantern is large, but he seems to be with Hal, unlike Kyle.

“Last chance,” Hal tells Kyle. “Don’t make this worse.”

Sapphire sparks fly off the portal as it reaches its peak. Kyle hesitates before releasing his grip on you. His suit forms around him before he flies away, but you use your new freedom to turn toward Hal. You grip his suit, although you’re surprised you can actually feel it, and hide your face against his chest.

“This is Kilowog,” Hal says calmly. He presses a hand against your back to keep you close before promising, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, pretty girl.”

As Kilowog steps back urgently, you anticipate that Hal will break yet another promise. The portal begins shrinking suddenly, and Kilowog yells something before an unseen force pulls you closer to the pink circle.

When you open your eyes, Kilowog groans in a language you don’t recognize. You step back, out of Hal’s hold, and look around.

“Where are we?” you ask softly.

“Zamaron,” Kilowog answers.

“Why can I breathe?”

“My ring,” Hal says. “I can create an atmosphere for you.”

“How am I supposed to go home?”

“I’ll get you home, I promise.”

“Stop promising! Tell me how!” you demand.

Hal sees the fear in your eyes and shakes his head. “I don’t know yet,” he admits.

“Okay. What now?”

“Hal!” Kilowog alerts. “We’ve got company.”

“Hello,” a pink-skinned woman says as she lands before you.

Hal moves quickly to press himself against your back. You want to find comfort in the touch, but you’re terrified and don’t want to fall for another Hal Jordan trick.

“The Guardians- the guys who make the rings thought you were working with her,” Hal whispers.

You turn to look over your shoulder with wide eyes. The accusations have a new layer of unbelievability, now. There’s a sapphire ring on her finger, and when she doesn’t acknowledge the Green Lanterns with you, you tense your shoulders nervously.

“I’m sorry,” Hal adds.

“Save it,” you snap. “Tell me when you get me back to Coast City.”

Hal nods, and you turn away. There are more women before you now, and you unconsciously lean against Hal before he is pulled away.

“Take the men to their quarters,” the woman commands. “Welcome to Zamaron, human.”

“Where are you taking my friends?” you ask.

One of the women lays a hand on your back, but you step forward to preserve your personal space. They let you follow at your own pace, though they do not answer your question.

“Where did you take them?” you repeat loudly.

“Do not be concerned. Our atmosphere has adapted to your presence, so you no longer need the men to protect you,” someone answers.

“We are taking you to my palace,” the first woman says. “I am the current leader of Zamaron, and I would like to extend our hospitality to you.”

“I would appreciate a plane ticket home a bit more than hospitality,” you argue.

“In time. You will have the chance to return home, I assure you.”

You continue in silence. The palace appears as you turn a corner, and you wonder where Hal and Kilowog are. If you needed him, could he come? Would he?

“We have to get out of here, Kilowog,” Hal says before hitting the prison bars again.

“You know we can’t,” Kilowog replies.

“She is out there alone! I’m not going to just sit here and accept my fate!”

“I’m not tellin’ you too, poozer. I’m sayin’ that you need a new approach. You’re not a hero, remember?”

Hal nods as he begins pacing. “Right. I’m not a hero. But I am a Flyboy.”

Kilowog agrees before asking, “Is this a translation problem or are you making up words?”

“They’re going to offer her a ring, Kilowog,” Hal says. “I trust her, but she doesn’t know what the Sapphires do.”

“You broke her heart. If she accepts the ring, you’re her first stop.”

“Trust me. I know.”

“She called for help, Hal. Work on finding a way to do that.”

“You have strong emotions toward the human Lantern,” the leader of Zamaron muses. “Is there love?”

“Not anymore,” you answer.

“I see. My friends and I here are the Star Sapphire Corps. Do you know what that means?”

“I don’t. We humans aren’t well-versed in the whole ring thing.”

She chuckles, her laughter just as royal and majestic as her voice. “Star Sapphires are a race built on love. As our first members said, ‘Life without love is blasphemy.’ Tell me, what would you do for a life of love and power?”

“Work,” you answer. “Love and power aren’t given; they’re earned and created.”

“Poor child, you have no idea of the possibilities in the universe. Accept a ring, join our people, and the life you crave, the love you no longer have, can be yours.”

You shake your head, determined to get off of this planet. “I just want to go home.”

“And you may. A portal can be made available to you.”

“Thank you. Can I see my friends now?”

“I fear you misunderstand. We, women, are the only beings who understand what love truly is. There is no place for men on Zamaron.”

“You’re going to kill them,” you realize. “You kill all men.”

“We free them from their failed responsibilities. They cannot love, so they cannot live.”

“That’s not true.”

“Your Hal Jordan could not love you as you deserve. What proof do you have?”

“I- I can show you.”

“Green Lanterns are not to be trusted. Prove your worth with a ring or return home. Without your unfortunate friends.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before saying, “I would like a ring. Hal Jordan used me, and he must learn what life without love is like. He takes but never gives. It’s my turn.”

Your dramatic speech wins over the Sapphires, and the leader nods. Another Zamaron kneels before you and slides a pink ring onto your finger. Power surges through you as sapphire ribbons circle your form.

“Go and eliminate blasphemy.”

Hal makes using a ring look much easier, and as you shakily take flight, you wish he was here to help you. Here and now, it’s your turn to help him. Hal Jordan hurt you, but he doesn’t deserve to die on an alien planet. As you fly, you use the ring to scan the planet. It happens without much conscious thought, and when you find the prison, you raise your arms and increase your flight speed.

“Hal?” you whisper at the first opening.

“Pipe down,” a woman calls from inside the prison.

The prison is full of men from different planets, but you don’t allow yourself to think about what will happen to them. They need help, but your mission is to free Hal and Kilowog. When the bars beside you shake, you follow the sound of impact around another corner. A large, green bulldozer is ramming into a wall of bars, and you shake your head in concerned amusement before raising your own ring. You form a pink coffee cup, which causes the green machine to disappear.

“Whoa,” Hal says in place of greeting. His eyes are wide at the sight of you, and he asks, “Is that a new outfit?”

“Shut up,” you demand. You haven’t looked down at the skin-tight pink bodysuit more than once, but the mention of it makes you shift uncomfortably. “We need to get out of here.”

“The door won’t open. I’ve tried everything.”

You grab a bar and open the door with minimal effort.

“Your ring’s the wrong color,” you say.

Hal and Jordan step out, and you lower your gaze to the ring momentarily. You shake your hand, and all of the cells open. The men walk out before running for cover.

“How do I get this ring off, Hal?” you ask.

“You have to prove you love and are loved at the same time, with the same person,” Kilowog answers.

“How do you know that?” Hal asks.

“Did you mean any of it? What you said at Ferris Air?” you interrupt.

Hal turns toward you and nods. “I meant all of it.”

You look into his eyes, and he sees that yours have a depth and a hurt that he missed. The hurt is his fault, but what lies behind it caused him to fall in love with you. With your eyes locked, you think about everything that Hal has done to prove he loves you, and then admit to yourself that despite his seeming betrayal and how he used you, you love him, too. The sapphire ring hits the prison floor with a clang and Hal rushes to adjust the atmosphere for you.

“You did it!” he cheers before pulling you into his arms.

“Hal, something’s wrong,” Kilowog says.

You try to agree, but everything goes black before you can.

“Ma’am are you okay?” someone asks above you.

Your head pounds until you open your eyes. The Coast City sky above you is clear and bright, and you sit up quickly at the sight and feel of earth. There’s a crowd around you, but Hal and Kilowog are nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Green Lantern?” you ask.

“He hasn’t been seen in days,” the man kneeling beside you says. “Did you hit your head?”

“I have to go,” you say as you push yourself up to stand.

Several people yell for you to wait, but you run past the coffee shop where you first met Hal on your way home. There’s a list in your mind of things you need to do. First, you have to find some comfort, and then you can worry about Hal and where he is.

“Don’t you people know how to make a phone call?” Hal complains when he realizes he and Kilowog are on Oa. “We would’ve come if you’d just sent an invite.”

“Quiet, Green Lantern Hal Jordan of Sector 2814,” Ganthet demands. “This is a trial, not a debate.”

“A trial for what?” Kilowog asks. “Bein’ imprisoned?”

“The Intergalactic Court sent you to find a woman guilty of murder, yet you allowed her to take you to Zamaron. She has been sent back to Earth, where Green Lantern Guy Gardner will do what you failed to do,” Sayd explains. “Failing in a mission that was requested is punishable to the full extent of Rimbor law.”

“We didn’t fail!” Hal argues. “She is innocent! She saved us from the Sapphires; would a killer do that?”

“Have you any proof?”

Kilowog grumbles before summoning a hologram from his ring. A blurry video of your arrival in the prison plays for the Guardians, who then turn to one another and whisper.

“Can you send me that video?” Hal whispers as he leans toward Kilowog.

“Focus, poozer,” he replies.

“The Guardians have decided to investigate this occurrence in more depth. Green Lanterns Jordan and Kilowog, you are free to go. Be prepared to return to Oa at a moment’s notice,” Ganthet announces.

“Go,” Kilowog demands. “Or you can watch that video in your dreams.”

“I think I’ll do that either way,” Hal says before disappearing into the clouds.

“Where are you, Hal Jordan?” you ask as you click another search result.

Plenty of people have claimed to see Green Lantern today, but none of them are your Flyboy. Someone knocks, and you ignore it as you add “Coast City” to the search again. The knocking continues, and you groan as you stand.

“Coming!” you yell.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Hal says as you pull the door open.

“Hi,” you reply softly. “You know, when I called you this morning, I didn’t expect anything.”

“I’ll always be here for you. You can hate me, tell me you never felt anything, but I’m yours.”

“Hal, I-“

“No. Look, I’m not going to pretend like I know what I’m doing or that I’m relationship material. But I love you, and I will help you no matter when or where. Not because of the ring that I wear, but because of who you are and how wildly in love I am with you.”

You raise your brows as he speaks, and when he finishes you say, “Love. Do you know what that means?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you know I feel the same way. But I can’t let you use me again, Hal.”

“I never thought you were guilty, and I was trying to convince the Guardians to let it go. I’m sorry that I failed and got you into even more trouble.”

“It worked out,” you remind him. “Because I love you.”

Hal smiles and grabs the jacket you’re wearing – his jacket, you remember suddenly – to pull you against his chest. “Thank you,” he murmurs before kissing you.

You grip Hal’s shirt and return the kiss, giving and receiving love at once. Your life hasn’t been short of love since Hal walked into it.

“I love you,” you say as you pull back. “I’m sorry for reacting like I did.”

“I don’t blame you for that. Walking away wasn’t,” Hal hesitates before finishing, “It didn’t change anything for me. Except make me hate myself a little for hurting you.”

“Consider it forgiven and forgotten.”

“You,” Hal says. “I choose you. Tell me that you want me to prove it and I will throw this ring into the sky and let it find a new bearer.”

You purse your lips as you consider how the ring works. When Hal raises his hand, you wrap both of your hands over his knuckles and the ring.

“This ring is part of you, so I love it, too,” you promise.

“You really do love me,” Hal says with a smile.

“Obviously.” You gesture dramatically to his jacket on your arms to reiterate your point.

Hal leans forward and drops his voice to ask, “Enough to find a sapphire outfit? To remember old times?”

You roll your eyes before walking farther into your home. “You wish, Flyboy. The jacket’s as good as it gets for you. At least until you put a ring on my finger.”

#hanna writes✯ #hal jordan x fem!reader #hal jordan x reader #dc comics x reader #hal jordan #hal jordan fic #hal jordan imagine #green lantern #kilowog #green lantern corps #star sapphire #star sapphire corps #fem!reader

[venigni]

Modern Day Sugar Daddy Penigni AU

Where Carlo set up his twin brother Pinocchio up on a sugar daddy app on his phone and didn't tell him 'til Pino gets a notification that he got a message from someone that was sent with special VIP perks so it got priority.

Turns out it is legit one of the richest, most famous dudes of the time: Lorenzini Venigni. Reaching out to Pino with a very sweet message. Saying how he would like to get to know him more.

OFC Pino is super confused. Then when he figures what must've happened he is furious with Carlo, but being that he is away on a trip with Dad for the weekend, there's nothing he can do but spam him with very angry text messages.

But after some time he gets curious. Is this guy really who he says he is? Because Pino actually has seen him before at fancy, rich people galas and benefits that he was dragged to by his father. And on TV ads. And even on the radio.

But there's no way a guy like that would be using an app to find stuff to spend money on! So Pinocchio makes it his weekend goal to take his anger out on this clearly fake dude by catching him in the act. He's determined!!

They chat for a bit and Pino quickly sets up a meeting. Tries to make him give up when he suggests they go to the most fancy Italian restaurant in town--one that supposedly, Venigni's family OWNS! He is fully expecting the guy to not show up, because that restaurant is booked out for months in advance. There's just no way.

Regardless, just to feel better about himself, he dresses up nice. He makes sure his hair is nice and silky smooth and pulled back in a polite pony tail. He wears his fancy suit that his dad bought him, and he shows up at the restaurant.

Which, he finds, the parking lot is completely empty to. Weird...

He approaches the doors. They're open. P is super confused now, even more when he gets greeted and escorted to a table in the middle of the dining room. All other tables are missing and no one else is in sight: until Venigni--LITERALLY VENIGNI--actually shows up.

Pinocchio is just. Gobsmacked. Can barely say anything. Is suddenly very, very shy. Doesn't know what to do when Venigni offers him a hug, so he just lets himself be embraced before sitting down.

But as the night unwinds, Venigni has a way of getting him to open up and for the first time in their short relations, actually be honest about things. P even admits that his twin signed him up on the app and he wasn't actually looking for a sugar daddy. And the only reason he engaged at all was because he was sure he was trolling or a catfish.

Venigni is relieved. He wasn't actually looking for a sugar baby, either. He was looking for something more stable. Serious. Of course, he'd have no qualms to treating someone special...

Pino is smitten. So is Venigni. They can't get enough of each other, but Venigni never pushes things too far. They don't kiss that night, but they both delete the app in front of one another at the table and exchange numbers instead.

Thus, the relationship commences.

On TV and in interviews, Venigni is this huge personality. In actuality, he is very sweet, and very romantic, and very cute. And sends P boomer memes all day and they always make him laugh because of how stupid and wholesome they are.

Carlo won't stop bugging Pino about how it was HIM who won him the relationship jackpot and Pino has to concede. Geppetto is actually pleased with Pino, for once, because he's found a respectable partner. Even if family dinners with Venigni now consist of very, very boring scientific discussions the whole night long, P is happy! He loves Venigni so much and Venigni loves him!!! THE END!

#lies of p #pinocchio #lorenzini venigni #LoP #penigni #headcanons #this turned out longer than i intended sorry

[canirove]

Best friends… forever? | Chapter 12

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Masterlist

"Mate, stop stalking Mila."

"Uh?"

"You are checking her friend's Instagram. Again" John says.

"I wasn't. It was open there from earlier."

"Rúben, I'm not five. You were checking again that photo where she's in the background laughing with some guy."

"Ok, fine, yes. I was. Happy now?"

"No, I'm not. She asked you to give her space to make up her mind. Let her."

"It's not as if I'm constantly sending her texts or something like that" Rúben says.

"Maybe. But you are looking at that photo with such intensity, that I'm sure she can feel your eyes on her even if she's on the other side of the country."

"You are so funny" Rúben replies, rolling his eyes. "But do you think..."

"Do I think..."

"Do you think something happened between them?" he finally dares to ask. That thought had been on his head since the moment he saw the photo. He knew Mila, and she was definitely having fun with that guy, she wasn't faking it. And he had his arm around her waist, which means that he was definitely interested on her.

"Maybe? I don't know, man" John says. "But she is single. If she wants to hook up with someone, she's free to do it. And so are you."

"I don't want to hook up with anyone."

"I think it will do you some good, help you stop obsessing over Mila. That isn't healthy, mate."

"I know it isn't" Rúben sighs. And he hates himself for feeling like that.

"Then why don't we join Jack and the others tonight? We go out, have some fun, maybe meet some nice girls..."

"Ok, fine. Just don't pressure me to do anything."

"Me? Never" John smiles.

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"Rubes, mate, that girl over there is begging for your attention."

"John, what did I tell you this morning?"

"I don't know. You were crying over Mila and then... I don't know" he shrugs. "But look at that girl! Have you seen her? She's so hot!"

"John..."

"Mila may have shagged that dude from the photo. Don't you think you also deserve some fun?"

"I don't want a one night stand."

"Yes, I know, you want Mila, to marry her and have five children. But until that happens, you could have some fun, you know?" John insists. "She's coming over here. Be nice."

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"You could also do something, you know? I'm putting all the work."

"I'm sorry, Charlotte" Rúben says.

"Margot. My name is Margot" she replies, moving from being on top of him and sitting on the bed. "What is wrong with you?"

"It's too complicated" he sighs.

"You can tell me while I wait for my uber."

"I've fallen in love with my best friend."

"Oh, shit."

"Oh shit indeed” he chuckles.

"And does your best friend feel the same for you?"

"I think she does. But she's having some trouble accepting it, she's too scared. She thinks that if things go wrong, if we don't work out as a couple, our friendship will be over."

"An understandable feeling."

"I know. She's asked me to give her space, but I am struggling a bit with that."

"Are you stalking her or something?" Margot asks.

"No, no. I just... I'm constantly refreshing Instagram to see if she or the friends she's with have shared something new. I can't stop thinking about her."

"That's a bit stalkery."

"It is, isn't it?" Rúben sighs.

"If you really love her, you must give her that space, let her figure out things on her own. It will be tough, but it will also do you some good. You clearly don't like the way you are behaving."

"I don't, no. I hate it."

"Then uninstall Instagram from your phone. Block her number. Cut all type of communication with her, and just enjoy your lads holiday."

"What if something happens to her? What if she wants to talk to me and she can't?"

"Does she know any of your friends?" Margot asks.

"She knows them all, yes."

"Then if something happens, she can call them. And they can also keep up with her."

"It could work..."

"It works. That's how I stopped going back to my stupid ex" Margot shrugs. "And my uber is here."

"Thank you."

"What for?" she asks, getting up from the bed.

"The chat. I needed it."

"You're welcome” she smiles. “I would have enjoyed a lot more shagging you because you are like, the hottest man I have ever seen, but... Oh, well. Good night, John."

"That was my friend. I'm Rúben" he chuckles.

"John, Rúben, Charlotte, Margot..." she says with a smile. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too. Good night, Margot."

"Good night, Rúben" she says, leaving the room.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[in-tua-deep]

asleep me has just decided to start world building i guess

Imagine: you are a misfit teenage boy, a con artist. You have a best friend - or maybe a brother? You two are as close as family regardless. You're in a refugee camp when you pull a con - you pass your best friend off as the newly orphaned son of a noble or something. It's just a ploy - to give him an in with the other wealthy kids so you can steal.

Except… he doesn't really give it up? You ask a couple of times when you're leaving, but Will, your best friend, keeps putting it off. He's fallen in with a new crowd. One that respects him, elevates him. And those new friends? Well, they don't exactly like you.

Will starts sending you off on errands when he's with his friends. You go easily, because you want to be helpful, and you ignore the hushed laughter of his shiny new friends. You go on your fake little missions designed to get rid of you.

That's how you meet the Goddess.

Imagine a clearing, golden light, and a beautiful woman who calls you a trickster and says you are destined to be enemies. Imagine freeing the three chained sun gods by accident. (By fate?) Except you tell the goddess that you don’t believe in fate, and what if you become friends instead?

(You offer to steal her, and she agrees - a fine trick indeed, wouldn't you say?)

After this instance you find something out. You can use magic now? But also it seems like you have been cursed as well - you can’t die. Fate rearranges itself every time. A shield moves to a position it wasn’t in before. A sword misses its mark. You are Loved By Fate and it is an Issue.

Time passes and your best friend grows - and you have to use magic to grow with him. He’s a king now. You love him - he’s still your brother - but his smile is more and more strained every time he sees you.

Your goddess takes many forms travelling with you. Sometimes she is a woman, sometimes she is golden magic inside of a pouch. Sometimes she is a child and travels with you, and somehow you get separated with her like that. The king finds her, and immediately is taken with her. He decides to try and find a family for this child who is shy of everyone, and offers for any individual to come and try their luck to see if the child will take to them

You are the last person to try, not because you don't think your goddess will choose you, but because you are worried even if she does the king will not let her go

The king's friends stop you. You know their faces - they are the same bullies they have always been. They accuse you of being cursed because you never die no matter how many dangerous missions the king sends you on. The suicide missions.

They attack you, and they might be cruel but they aren’t stupid. Their ringleader realizes that it must be magic shifting his shield to protect you from the lethal blows.

(You can see every lethal blow that doesn’t land play through your head. The worlds that did not come to pass. You don’t tell them the number of times they murdered you in this fight. It wouldn’t change anything.)

You manage to escape and run up to the king’s room. Using fate’s magic so much has stripped you away of other magics - you look young again. Awkward and gangly with no facial hair (the way you always have since meeting a goddess and becoming something more than human)

He’s in there with an elven woman, a noble of some kind who is wise and anyone with eyes can see the king is in love with her. (You can see in her eyes that she does not love him back, not in that way.)

The king, after some debate, decides to let you try

(He doesn’t comment on your appearance - maybe he just thinks you have a baby face without your beard. Maybe the way he avoids looking you in the eyes means he doesn’t even notice.)

You reunite, and it is beautiful - your goddess surges forward into your arms and kisses you, and you feel fates magic coursing through you and soothing over the exhaustion from the fight.

But the king doesn’t see a goddess and he doesn’t see the magic - he sees a child and he draws his sword. He says many things - that he didn’t expect you to stoop this low. That he once called you his friend.

(How long has it been since that felt genuine?)

Something goes cold in you and enough is enough. Your goddess’s magic courses through you, and you will not be separated again. You use magic to blast them back, use magic to stun them, and use magic to make you and your goddess into a rat that scurries away into the walls

The magic is powerful enough that a cascade of golden chains has manifested down the wall of the room, branching downward like a geometric tree and each one tipped with an amulet with a large inset ruby

The king and the noble awaken, and the king is furious. But the elven woman looks like all her questions have been answered

She talks about how there haven’t been terrible fires throughout the lands, despite all signs pointing to the fact that the sun gods have been unchained

She names you - trickster, calamity

In mythology apparently you are symbolized by a massive golden peacock, each "feather" in your tail with ruby-gem eyes like the chains on the wall

You are named such because you are the only creature capable of going against fate and changing it

(your train of feathers is instead a train of chains - all the fates that you have broken)

(It should make you enemies with your goddess, but you decided in that clearing twenty years ago that you were friends instead)

Apparently on your suicide missions, you have been helping. Wherever you could, you changed the fate of entire cities and towns and prevented the wildfires of the Sun gods from ravaging the kingdom

The elven woman opens a portrait that has a nook behind it. You are sitting there - well, not you exactly. But a copy of you. You are a trickster and love mischief, and you love secret spaces and those who choose to look in them. That’s enough for a part of you to be present, looking sixteen and glowing with golden light

She speaks in the ancient language to you - and you speak it back without thinking. You tell her she’s just as hot as Will with a wink and it makes her laugh. Will cannot understand what you are saying, but you don’t care right now. He’s your best friend, but you aren’t his, and it hurts

He calls you immature, and the elven woman says you’re only sixteen. He snaps back that you are a thirty-six year old man. She shakes her head, and says that you haven’t been since you Awakened. Gods are different, after all

(Maybe it was the differences that drove you apart? Maybe it’s your fault? But if that is the truth then why was there already so much distance between you? You do not ask your goddess if there was a path where you still would have been close.)

You don’t feel like a god, you feel like a person who is just trying their best. You feel tired. You feel sad. Maybe that’s why you are the one who bends fate - you’re the only one that cares enough to try.

Anyway that’s when I woke up but I like my trickster - important to note that he is a redhead with a bit of a baby face

#dream journal #my dreams #peacock trickster dream #i'm actually really vibing with peacock as the symbolic trickster animal in this world #i am also REALLY vibing with whatever part of my brain made the peacock train be made of broken chains of fate #also i am slightly curious why a) there were three sun gods and b) why were they chained #the implication was that the trickster was the only 'mortal' god #with different incarnations having different goals and morals and messing with things in different ways #and in all the other stories the other gods eventually tire of the trickster and track them down and kill them #and then the trickster is reborn as a mortal and will continue to be reborn until they get into trouble and Awaken #i have named my trickster boy 'russell' for kicks #will actually was named will in the dream though #tfw ur friend leaves you behind for a new crowd #actually tfw u become an immortal teenager and ur mortal friend continues to grow into an adult #also i can't quite describe the horror of watching those bullies realize that i was 'cursed' #and watching them try to kill me. over and over. and being stopped not by mercy or moral but by intervention of a divine power #i will be honest we did not go into that meeting with will in our best headspace #but also honestly?? fuck will for assuming the worst of us !! he was our BEST FRIEND #our BROTHER #and he didn't even ask any questions #like hey russell why does this magical child clearly know and recognize you #noble lady you can do Better honestly