#hey at least im not writing this in a family gathering

[thebadtimewolf]

why r u so mad about ppl preferring ten x madame de pompadour to ten x martha like ten/martha will never be a thing. ten don’t want anything to do with martha. he literally said to her face she wouldn’t replace rose… and she never did… isnt canon enough for you

hm.

im glad im only a scorpio on this alone. if martha deserved better than ten then so do all of em but anyway:

this ask is giving 2006/07 i dont want to see tenth doctor in a romantic relationship with a person of color because i can't project myself or relate to them if they arent the very thing being catered to me ever since the silent pictures vibes. u know the same vibe when rtd was told to not regenerate 14 in 13's clothes. just. Ick.

but im not mad. its just interesting for a ship so big as tenrose, it is usually correlated with hating madame de pompadour and/or joan and/or river [though in joan's case they hate her not because shes racist but because shes not rose]

though comics tend to release to combat that in multi doctor stories where they jump through various alternate universes of themselves where the doctor sees themselves settled down with dr. grace holloway (for 8th dr multi doctor stories) and professor melody williams/river song (for 11th dr multi doctor stories) where in those cases, they are frightful of the concept settling down at all. [take note that both times, he settles down in the same house that he owns bc of that unit paycheck on the dl] so i am curious that with this new drs, the equivalent of this would be 13 14 15 being terrified of settling down with rose because they had grown past her as this point.

i prefer the doctor in a polyromantic ace relationship than their umpteenth 🌟tragic heteronormative romance with yt human woman number 23445788764443356743🌟 i want 14 to sweep martha off her feet in pure joy and kiss her passionately while badmouthing tf out of 10 like 9 11 12 13 do with no filter before cradling her like a baby because hes about to crumble under his brand new identity complex and then take her kid to an amusement park and then 14 trips over a brick and dies. hell i rather have nina sosanya play a whole different lady in nod to doctor who recycles their actors trope as a way to introduce a love interest to 14

that amusment park one weirdly sounds like a 8th doctor audio. pls 🙏🏾 dont make it into one i couldnt handle schezro let alone the rest of his content. Empire of the Wolf made me so fucking worried for rose marion tyler like im just she back home 🫣. as for rose tyler from the sea devil universe still out about. whoop his ass. if billie come back as HER? MISS COVER MODEL MISS DICTATOR MISS EMPRESS ROSE?

NOT

i would love for ten to be strictly friends with the new miss empress rose. get that martha karma real quick ehehehehe after all rtd did say they need freema for somethin and im sure seeing 10 get treated the same way he treated martha by no other than empress rose herself -AND THEN EMPRESS ROSE FLIRTS WITH MARTHA??? FINGERS CROSSED??? im just saying that i personally will ride on that for 8 black history months and christmases straight like woo

also real glad it is collectively decided by every one that tentoo is just john smith not corin so yay thanks big finish and titan comics

#{lets see if i can scare this anon away listen i even made a graphic for this damn it. u better appreciate it i went all out for you} #{porn blogs and micro antiblack anons: this is why i dont share my shipping opinions much bc they stick to tv and i stick to everything} #{usually all this i gave to my aunt and we would have phone discussions and she would watch and call be like hey yeah! i see it} #{and she would say: but really it wasnt that for martha. it was the writing choices that was disapproved because not wanting another 💞} #{it went from classism for rose to racism for martha and she points that it wasnt catered to black fans in the rtd era} #{so yeah ten x martha wouldn't be a thing but only because test audiences and fans refused it due to the studios racial bias} #{10 wanted everything to do w martha. he just used rose as excuse and because of that 12 and 13 vocally to his face hates him for it} #{and we all fell for it: everybody did because like 12 said: its the bambi eyes. hook line and sucker} #{he wanted martha the whole time but he kept playing that hot n cold game to the wrong girl just bc it worked on 2 later 3 yt blonde women} #{4 yt women because of miss kylie minogue! all of a sudden he dont know how to counterflirt when a blk woman flirts back?} #{yes thats right im throwing miss claire pope AND IN THE GABBY GONZALES COMIC OF THE PPL OUTSIDE HER FAMILY LAUNDROMAT??} #{but yeah after losing donna suddenly supiciously hes not racist but extremely genocidal to death and death alone like hm.} #{his actions speak extremely louder than his words and in turn so does the fandom and its writers} #{4 yt blondes and hes willing to believe in them despite him having to permanently lose them but completely have lil faith in the blk one?} #{ ten never actually go back to martha. be fair if i forgave the person that enslave her family for a missing year? yeah i wouldnt either} #{we could never be together because of a yt woman i chose to leave behind three times with her mum for 'safety' boy bye} #{and i go around and almost in one whole episode almost left her behind AGAIN for madame de pompadour another blonde yt woman?} #{like i ship them i ship all of em but if they were all hanging off a cliff side? 🤧 😔 we gather here today in the loss of 🌹 and depomp} #{dont worry at least 9 would leap after rose.} #bw: out of ethos #answered #anonymous #bw: long post #{i made a long post just so i surprise you with a cute billie graphic thats all. that the main topic}

[sthavoc]

Hey can you write something about reader spending Christmas with Enzo’s family

I love your writing 🫶🏻

❅🎇 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you spend the holidays with enzo’s family.

·˚ ༘ warnings: fluff, mentions of family problems, mom topic

·˚ ༘ note: thank you so much <3 it is never too early/late to feel in the spirit. did this in headcanons. y’all I can’t sleep so I’m leaving you guys one of the fics I finished here :) im sorry if I missed any grammar mistakes.

☆ When Enzo invited you to spend Christmas with his family you felt like a load, you never wanted to make it seem like you had nowhere else to go, but you didn’t. You had, had a huge fight with your family and you were sure they didn’t want you around for the holidays.

☆The whole trip to Enzo’s home you asked him if his parents were fine with you coming around, you just didn’t want them to think you were inviting yourself into this home, but Enzo had already made sure to talk to his parents and they were delirious to have you in their house. It broke Enzo into a million segments at just the idea of you spending Christmas all alone, and also the fight with your parents, the least the man felt he could do was invite you.

“Dale, hermosa, estoy seguro de a qué mi madre le encantaría verte.”

☆ He was right, when his mom saw you the first thing she did was embrace you in a hug, and you just couldn’t help but embrace her tightly. There was a moment where you could feel tears swelling in your eyes, with your mother not being a huge hugger, this was the reaction Enzo’s mom got out of you, and when he caught up, he pulled his mother away telling her that it was better if you all went inside.

☆ When it was time for the food you wanted to help so you wouldn’t look bad, Enzo’s mother was having an amazing time with you and was happy that she had another woman to talk to in the house. For you, it felt amazing to have a maternal bonding with your boyfriend’s mother.

☆ Even the cat of the family was having a great time with you. You had jokingly placed him inside the tree and snapped a picture, thinking it was cute, though he almost dropped an ornament. It made you and Enzo react quickly to turn your heads around and catch if his mom didn’t see, lucky for you she didn’t. You had time to take the cat off the tree and share a few giggles with Enzo.

“Nos salvamos eh.”

☆ The whole family came together around the living room after dinner to have a promising time as you awaited midnight, it was a pure moment of having the whole family gathered around, watching Enzo fool around with his siblings, it made you smile. Watching his eyes squint from the laughter his brother got out of him. Such a price.

☆ When the clock was ticking 12, you all walked outside to see the beginning of the blast of fireworks, ready to see the sky light up with the brightness and colors. Everyone lit up a firework and a gold sparkle, your right hand was around Enzo’s waist, his left on yours as well, with a gold sparkle on his right.

☆ When the fireworks went off, your eyes lit up with the light of all the fireworks that filled the darkness of the sky. With Enzo next to you, the man looked down on you and couldn’t be more happy for you to be spending Christmas with his family and him. Seeing you happy meant the world to this man.

His hand pulled you in for a kiss, which out of surprise made you let out a sound but hummed as you felt at ease.

“Feliz navidad, chiquita.”

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic x you

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello! I wanted to ask you, can you write a oneshot where reader and Elijah are dating and reader is a newly turned vampire and she is wondering about how her human friends and family will die in the future but she will live on and she is sad and disheartened because of it. Elijah then reassures her that it's not her fault that she can live forever. Also, during this entire thing, reader and Elijah are looking at the moon.

Thank you!

All Within Time

Vampire female reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Warnings: mentions of death that's all

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Elijah walks into the courtyard, finding you sitting on one of the couches. Your legs tucked up to your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around them. You're looking up, the bright moon on display in the sky with stars littering all around.

He slowly goes over to you, and sits down. He places a hand on top of your right knee, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You turn you head, facing him. "Hi lijah" you say softly.

"Hey, what's going on in your extravagant mind" the corners of his mouth lift up a bit.

"I'm a vampire now" you start, whispering. To which he nods, knowing you have more to say. You take a shuddering breath, "what happens when my family and friends just keep aging and I don't? And then when they're all gone, I'm still here. They're all gonna die and I'm not going to be with them anymore" tears gather in your eyes.

He wraps his arms around, bringing you into his chest. You crawl into his lap, curling around him. "It's something that's going to happen. This, you turning into a vampire is not your fault. It may not have been at the top of your list of wants, but it's never going to be your fault for anything that happens in the future to your family and friends. Who are going to live long and happy lives." Elijah tells you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. The moon shines brightly down on the both of you, the only source of light there is at the moment.

You nuzzle your face into his suit covered chest, sniffling. "Are you sure? Because I feel so crappy right now" you let out a humorless chuckle.

"Im one hundred percent sure. They're going to be okay. And I'm always going to be here for you as well, remember that" he says.

"I will" you whisper.

He stands up, keeping you in his arms. He vamps into your guys' room and lays on the bed with you still in his hold.

"I know getting used to having everything heightened is overwhelming and can be terrifying at times, but once you get used to it and embrace it, it won't be so bad. And one day, you'll feel amazing and strong just as you were before" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I love you" you look up at the original. "I love you too."

"Ughh, at least close the door, my poor ears" Kol complains as he walks down the hallway, covering his ears like a child.

You giggle lightly as Elijah sighs, he knew he forgot to do something.

"And by then, hopefully my baby brother will have learned some manners" he says, loudly so said baby brother can hear. "I doubt it, but we can dream" you grasp his hand into yours.

#elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikaelson x female reader #elijah mikaelson x fem reader #dating elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x vampire reader #cute #fluff #imagines #reassurance #thevampirediaries #fanfic #writing #theoriginals #comfort #vampire reader #female reader #kol mikaeslon #kol acting like a child

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I got a small(?) angst, y/n hears about a danger pokemon in the forest/cave they decided to investigate it so they bring a pokemon a young hypno y/n best friend. after that y/n is on the deep cave/forest and encounter lullaby hypno but lullaby hypno found the next victim to hypnotize. y/n have a sudden feeling that they met a hypno from a friend long time ago but didn't know what happen to her. when lullaby hypno is about to hypnotize y/n the young hypno comes out their pokeball and trying to protect they trainer. lullaby hypno stop a moment and saw the young hypno eyes that said "im protecting my trainer life" and lullaby hypno reminds himself with his trainer. after that lullaby hypno spare y/n and younge hypno life and left but after that lullaby hypno tears come out that he misses his trainer

"Hyp..no?"

"Yeah, I didn't think the stories were true either. But I guess there's some big Hypno who's actually kidnapping kids and leading them away." Turning away from your computer, you looked at the shiny Hypno mediating on your bed.

They were your most prized Pokémon--quick to evolve from Drowsee after a few weeks of training--and you loved them with all your heart. Very rarely do you keep them inside their pokeball when not going to battle, as they preferred being outside, hanging out with you.

Of all the Pokémon in the world, there’s none you’d rather have.

Sadly, Hypno were sort of notorious for being heavily misunderstood. You never believed the ghost stories of them taking children away from their families--at least for malicious reasons.

To you it was all just slander, causing a mass panic where people sold or traded away their Hypnos, or kept their Drowsees from evolving with everstones. It seemed outright ridiculous.

This hysteria was brought on by a surge of online articles that claim one male Hypno, dubbed the “Lullaby Hypno”, who was unusually tall, was seen in the forest near an abandoned Pokémon Center (which was rumored to be haunted as well).

It piqued your curiosity. So after doing a bit more research, you decided to investigate these rumors to confirm or deny them.

Maybe..you could even catch this Hypno if he was willing to go with you. Reports have stated he currently didn’t have an owner.

It reminded you of a passing conversation you overheard a long time ago, where an unusually small Hypno was wandering aimlessly around town by itself, looking sad.

There were many Pokémon that could be stunted in growth if evolved too quickly, though that one in particular also made you think of a friend who disappeared--who once owned a similar Hypno.

Alexis, a girl who was teased for her looks and told by her peers to give up on being a Pokémon champion. You always stood up against her bullies, but...one day you stopped hearing from her. She might’ve moved out of town and left her poor Hypno behind.

Yet you never knew for sure, as she didn’t call or write to you. 

To this day it lingered in the back of your mind.

‘Could this one be...? No. Best not to speculate.’ Shaking your head, you gathered whatever you needed for the journey: revives, flashlight, snacks, pokeballs, cellphone, and potions. As a trainer all of these things were essential.

And..so was singing, apparently. But hopefully your investigations won’t be interrupted by a random rap battle.

“Hey buddy, grab your pendulum.” You called to your shiny Hypno. “We’re gonna go look for this “Lullaby Hypno”.”

“Hyp! Hyp!” Nodding eagerly, they were quick to grab their trusty weapon. Even they seemed excited at the idea of having a new friend of the same species..though a bit apprehensive given the rumors.

Regardless, you both headed out at dusk.

......

“This must be it, huh?”

Flicking the flashlight on, you peered into the darkness of the cavern deep in the heart of the forest. You noticed some footprints on the ground--along with trails in the dirt that ran parallel to each other.

‘Was somebody...dragged here?’ You shivered slightly at the thought, though feeling the shiny Hypno hugging your leg made you stop. Glancing down at them, you smiled apologetically. “Thanks, I’m okay but..I think you should go into your pokeball for this.”

“Hypno???”

“Shh, just for a little while, okay?” You knelt down and took out the empty pokeball, looking at them and seeing their look of hesitance. “You’ll be safer in here. In case anything happens, you can jump out, okay? I just don’t want you getting lost.”

After a few moments, they agreed to go inside the pokeball. Once they did and it snapped shut, you stuck it in your pocket before continuing inside, preparing for the unknown horrors that awaited you.

Immediately all of your senses were screaming at you to turn back--that going forward only meant inching closer to certain doom. But you pressed onwards, motivated by sheer curiosity.

As you heard a shuffling noise, you stopped and tensed up, shining your flashlight down the path. “H-Hello?”

“A visitor?? Now this is most psy-shocking to Hypno.”

You jumped back a bit, caught completely off guard at the voice, especially as it revealed itself to be a hulking yellow figure with a white-furred collar. Bits of red flesh were visible in the fur as he craned his neck to look down at you.

‘How in god’s name can a Hypno speak English?’ You wondered, staring up at him.

The pendulum in his hand swung lightly; in perfect rhythm. For a moment your eyes accidentally wandered to it, though you shook your head and stared back into the Hypno’s black eyes, resisting the best you could. “Are you..the Lullaby Hypno everyone talks about?”

He just tilted his head, a closed smile stretching from ear-to-ear. “My, my, Hypno’s gained the reputation, hasn’t he? If it’s him you seek..then congratulations! Will you play with him now?”

Holding up the pendulum in front of his face, he watched you slowly become entranced by it. 

But you snapped out of it again and shut your eyes, keeping a hand on the pokeball inside your pocket.

This was already a bad idea.

“I-I’m not falling for that. Listen, you don’t have to do this. I can help y-”

Without warning, Lullaby Hypno put his hand out, sending a wave of pain through you as you stumbled backwards. You instantly felt a throbbing headache coming--and your vision flashed red, making you hallucinate the Hypno’s face, albeit with a stretched out mouth.

Then everything was normal again, but your head was still hurting like hell. ‘Did he just use Psyshock on me?! How could he use it on humans..?' You groaned, keeping your eyes shut.

“Hypno doesn’t need help! He only asks you not to resist. Don’t be afraid..don’t believe their lies..” He spoke in a low threatening voice. “He just wants to sing you sweet lulla...bies?”

Hearing a click from the pokeball that fell out of your pocket, he paused in his hypnosis to look at it, blinking when it opened to reveal a normal-sized shiny Hypno.

Although they were shocked by his stature, they immediately rushed to stand between you and him. They glared up at him in challenge, letting out a trumpet-like cry as they readied their own pendulum.

He could only stare back..seeing the determination in their eyes. 

They were clearly declaring “I’m protecting my trainer with my life.”

And in that moment, it reminded him of his younger self from so long ago.

He saw himself in your Hypno’s place, protecting Alexis from the bullies that kicked her around and stole her Slowpoke hair clips. Their Pokémon were stronger, they beat him down every time. But he got right back up and never stopped fighting for her.

Until the day she....

‘What am I doing?’ He felt this awful, growing ache in his chest--and it wasn’t from the strain of psychic energy on his physical body.

No. This was all wrong.

Who was he to take away another Hypno’s trainer and leave them to wallow in misery for years like he did? 

No member of his kind should ever suffer that way.

Not. One. More.

Having recovered from the immense headache, you opened your eyes and realized your shiny had come out to save you. Although terrified for them, you knew you had to give them a command to attack--or at least defend the two of you.

“H-Hypno, use-”

“No...”

Blinking, you glanced at the Lullaby Hypno as he put away his pendulum. He sank to his knees, looking at your shiny Hypno with distraught. They seemed just as confused as you when he refused to fight or hypnotize you.

“Hypno was wrong..he can’t tear [y/n] and their friend apart.” He put a hand on their shoulder, which made them flinch a little, but they stopped upon seeing the sad gaze in his eyes. “You can leave. But please..promise Hypno you’ll never abandon each other.”

“Hyp, hyp.” They nodded in reassurance, smiling a little as they stepped back and hugged you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around them, picking them up.

Looking down at Lullaby Hypno, you cautiously reached a hand down to pat his head, between the ears. He didn’t react, except for his shoulders ever so slightly relaxing.

You sighed softly, believing your theory was right.

“It wasn’t your fault, buddy.”

He blinked, eyes flickering with slight recognition at the whisper. But he said nothing as you and your shiny Hypno left the cave, having been spared from being his next victim.

As soon as both of you were gone, he stood up and headed back to his den, the ache in his heart growing with every step.

Inside, was an altar with candles and empty pokeballs placed around a picture frame--one that displayed a certain girl with braces and her cherished psychic-type Pokémon. In front of it, on a pillow, laid a single Slowpoke hair clip.

He kneeled in front of it, shakily taking the clip into his hands and holding it close to his chest.

And he finally shed the tears he thought he cried out in his younger years.

He missed her so much.

“[Y/n] is right..it wasn’t your fault...!”

#clanask #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby #fnf hypno #fnf hypno x reader #pokemon x reader #angst #tw suicide mention

[bloodmoon293628]

got a small(?) angst, y/n hears about a danger pokemon in the forest/cave they decided to investigate it so they bring a pokemon a young hypno y/n best friend. after that y/n is on the deep cave/forest and encounter lullaby hypno but lullaby hypno found the next victim to hypnotize. y/n have a sudden feeling that they met a hypno from a friend long time ago but didn't know what happen to her. when lullaby hypno is about to hypnotize y/n the young hypno comes out their pokeball and trying to protect they trainer. lullaby hypno stop a moment and saw the young hypno eyes that said "im protecting my trainer life" and lullaby hypno reminds himself with his trainer. after that lullaby hypno spare y/n and younge hypno life and left but after that lullaby hypno tears come out that he misses his trainer

"Hyp..no?"

"Yeah, I didn't think the stories were true either. But I guess there's some big Hypno who's actually kidnapping kids and leading them away." Turning away from your computer, you looked at the shiny Hypno mediating on your bed.

They were your most prized Pokémon--quick to evolve from Drowsee after a few weeks of training--and you loved them with all your heart. Very rarely do you keep them inside their pokeball when not going to battle, as they preferred being outside, hanging out with you.

Of all the Pokémon in the world, there’s none you’d rather have.

Sadly, Hypno were sort of notorious for being heavily misunderstood. You never believed the ghost stories of them taking children away from their families--at least for malicious reasons.

To you it was all just slander, causing a mass panic where people sold or traded away their Hypnos, or kept their Drowsees from evolving with everstones. It seemed outright ridiculous.

This hysteria was brought on by a surge of online articles that claim one male Hypno, dubbed the “Lullaby Hypno”, who was unusually tall, was seen in the forest near an abandoned Pokémon Center (which was rumored to be haunted as well).

It piqued your curiosity. So after doing a bit more research, you decided to investigate these rumors to confirm or deny them.

Maybe..you could even catch this Hypno if he was willing to go with you. Reports have stated he currently didn’t have an owner.

It reminded you of a passing conversation you overheard a long time ago, where an unusually small Hypno was wandering aimlessly around town by itself, looking sad.

There were many Pokémon that could be stunted in growth if evolved too quickly, though that one in particular also made you think of a friend who disappeared--who once owned a similar Hypno.

Alexis, a girl who was teased for her looks and told by her peers to give up on being a Pokémon champion. You always stood up against her bullies, but...one day you stopped hearing from her. She might’ve moved out of town and left her poor Hypno behind.

Yet you never knew for sure, as she didn’t call or write to you.

To this day it lingered in the back of your mind.

‘Could this one be...? No. Best not to speculate.’ Shaking your head, you gathered whatever you needed for the journey: revives, flashlight, snacks, pokeballs, cellphone, and potions. As a trainer all of these things were essential.

And..so was singing, apparently. But hopefully your investigations won’t be interrupted by a random rap battle.

“Hey buddy, grab your pendulum.” You called to your shiny Hypno. “We’re gonna go look for this “Lullaby Hypno”.”

“Hyp! Hyp!” Nodding eagerly, they were quick to grab their trusty weapon. Even they seemed excited at the idea of having a new friend of the same species..though a bit apprehensive given the rumors.

Regardless, you both headed out at dusk.

......

“This must be it, huh?”

Flicking the flashlight on, you peered into the darkness of the cavern deep in the heart of the forest. You noticed some footprints on the ground--along with trails in the dirt that ran parallel to each other.

‘Was somebody...dragged here?’ You shivered slightly at the thought, though feeling the shiny Hypno hugging your leg made you stop. Glancing down at them, you smiled apologetically. “Thanks, I’m okay but..I think you should go into your pokeball for this.”

“Hypno???”

“Shh, just for a little while, okay?” You knelt down and took out the empty pokeball, looking at them and seeing their look of hesitance. “You’ll be safer in here. In case anything happens, you can jump out, okay? I just don’t want you getting lost.”

After a few moments, they agreed to go inside the pokeball. Once they did and it snapped shut, you stuck it in your pocket before continuing inside, preparing for the unknown horrors that awaited you.

Immediately all of your senses were screaming at you to turn back--that going forward only meant inching closer to certain doom. But you pressed onwards, motivated by sheer curiosity.

As you heard a shuffling noise, you stopped and tensed up, shining your flashlight down the path. “H-Hello?”

“A visitor?? Now this is most psy-shocking to Hypno.”

You jumped back a bit, caught completely off guard at the voice, especially as it revealed itself to be a hulking yellow figure with a white-furred collar. Bits of red flesh were visible in the fur as he craned his neck to look down at you.

‘How in god’s name can a Hypno speak English?’ You wondered, staring up at him.

The pendulum in his hand swung lightly; in perfect rhythm. For a moment your eyes accidentally wandered to it, though you shook your head and stared back into the Hypno’s black eyes, resisting the best you could. “Are you..the Lullaby Hypno everyone talks about?”

He just tilted his head, a closed smile stretching from ear-to-ear. “My, my, Hypno’s gained the reputation, hasn’t he? If it’s him you seek..then congratulations! Will you play with him now?”

Holding up the pendulum in front of his face, he watched you slowly become entranced by it.

But you snapped out of it again and shut your eyes, keeping a hand on the pokeball inside your pocket.

This was already a bad idea.

“I-I’m not falling for that. Listen, you don’t have to do this. I can help y-”

Without warning, Lullaby Hypno put his hand out, sending a wave of pain through you as you stumbled backwards. You instantly felt a throbbing headache coming--and your vision flashed red, making you hallucinate the Hypno’s face, albeit with a stretched out mouth.

Then everything was normal again, but your head was still hurting like hell. ‘Did he just use Psyshock on me?! How could he use it on humans..?' You groaned, keeping your eyes shut.

“Hypno doesn’t need help! He only asks you not to resist. Don’t be afraid..don’t believe their lies..” He spoke in a low threatening voice. “He just wants to sing you sweet lulla...bies?”

Hearing a click from the pokeball that fell out of your pocket, he paused in his hypnosis to look at it, blinking when it opened to reveal a normal-sized shiny Hypno.

Although they were shocked by his stature, they immediately rushed to stand between you and him. They glared up at him in challenge, letting out a trumpet-like cry as they readied their own pendulum.

He could only stare back..seeing the determination in their eyes.

They were clearly declaring “I’m protecting my trainer with my life.”

And in that moment, it reminded him of his younger self from so long ago.

He saw himself in your Hypno’s place, protecting Alexis from the bullies that kicked her around and stole her Slowpoke hair clips. Their Pokémon were stronger, they beat him down every time. But he got right back up and never stopped fighting for her.

Until the day she....

‘What am I doing?’ He felt this awful, growing ache in his chest--and it wasn’t from the strain of psychic energy on his physical body.

No. This was all wrong.

Who was he to take away another Hypno’s trainer and leave them to wallow in misery for years like he did?

No member of his kind should ever suffer that way.

Not. One. More.

Having recovered from the immense headache, you opened your eyes and realized your shiny had come out to save you. Although terrified for them, you knew you had to give them a command to attack--or at least defend the two of you.

“H-Hypno, use-”

“No...”

Blinking, you glanced at the Lullaby Hypno as he put away his pendulum. He sank to his knees, looking at your shiny Hypno with distraught. They seemed just as confused as you when he refused to fight or hypnotize you.

“Hypno was wrong..he can’t tear [y/n] and their friend apart.” He put a hand on their shoulder, which made them flinch a little, but they stopped upon seeing the sad gaze in his eyes. “You can leave. But please..promise Hypno you’ll never abandon each other.”

“Hyp, hyp.” They nodded in reassurance, smiling a little as they stepped back and hugged you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around them, picking them up.

Looking down at Lullaby Hypno, you cautiously reached a hand down to pat his head, between the ears. He didn’t react, except for his shoulders ever so slightly relaxing.

You sighed softly, believing your theory was right.

“It wasn’t your fault, buddy.”

He blinked, eyes flickering with slight recognition at the whisper. But he said nothing as you and your shiny Hypno left the cave, having been spared from being his next victim.

As soon as both of you were gone, he stood up and headed back to his den, the ache in his heart growing with every step.

Inside, was an altar with candles and empty pokeballs placed around a picture frame--one that displayed a certain girl with braces and her cherished psychic-type Pokémon. In front of it, on a pillow, laid a single Slowpoke hair clip.

He kneeled in front of it, shakily taking the clip into his hands and holding it close to his chest.

And he finally shed the tears he thought he cried out in his younger years.

He missed her so much.

“[Y/n] is right..it wasn’t your fault...!”

#fnf lullaby #hypno x reader #fnf oc

[rfaromance]

Hey idk if you do these kinds of requests (I couldn't find a rules page) but if you do im traveling to a funeral for the sudden death of a family member and I could use some comforting Yoosung writing. You can delete this if you can't do it I'll understand. I hope you have a nice day.

(I'll try to fix my rules page later! Thanks for letting me know! TW for grief and loss. I'm sending my love, anon.)

Yoosung was always delighted to receive a message from you. Whenever your name popped up on his phone screen, his eyes would light up and he'd sit up straight; anyone who could see him would say he resembled a puppy that jumped to attention with his tail wagging enthusiastically behind him.

While he would still get excited at the sight of you in a chatroom, he felt an extra swell of joy in his chest when he saw a text message. The thought of you wanting to talk to him, just him, filled him with a bizarre mixture of pride, glee, and anxiety.

So when he saw your name flicker across his screen in a new text message, he almost fell out of his chair. Hastily he typed a farewell message to his guild members on LOLOL, hoping they wouldn't tease him too harshly the next time he logged on. Eagerly he picked up his phone and entered his passcode, but when he tapped your message, the sparkle in his eyes dimmed as they clouded over with concern.

"Can I come over? Please...."

~~~

Yoosung did not hesitate in sending you a quick "OK!" While he knew V and Seven tended to get huffy about the thought of you leaving the apartment, he didn't exactly trust V's reasons and he figured Seven would forgive him if this were an emergency.

Hastily he cleaned off his desk and tried to tidy up his room, wanting to make sure you felt comfortable.

But when he opened his door to see your red eyes and puffy cheeks, he realized that the cleanliness of his apartment was the least of your concerns.

"What happened?" he asked gently, trying to fight the panic beginning to bubble inside him. "Are you hurt? Can I help? Wh--"

You cut him off by raising your hand, urging him to stop talking for a moment while you gathered your strength and figured out the words to say. You seemed to give up after a moment, though, just shuffling inside and burying your face in his chest.

"Gone..." you murmured, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "So quickly... no warning... forever...."

He couldn't quite make out all of the words you were saying, as they were interspersed with sniffles and your voice was clearly choked by tears, but he didn't need to hear everything to figure out what the situation was.

It was one he was all too familiar with, and one that he would never wish upon his worst enemy.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, and he carefully lifted his arms to wrap them around you and pull you into his warm embrace. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, as you finally let go of your mask and allowed your tears and sobs to soak into his chest.

He let you stand there and cry for a moment, but he could feel you getting shaky in his grip, so he gingerly guided you towards his bedroom where you could sit on his freshly-made bed. You didn't say anything, just sniffled and whimpered from time to time. Once he settled himself down beside you, you were quick to lay your head on his shoulder. Ignoring the flustered blush rising to his cheeks, he turned his attention back to you.

He could empathize with your pain, but he also knew that there wasn't much he could say to make it any easier to bear. Here he was, two years later, still reeling from the same grief. But maybe... maybe he could give you hope, if nothing else.

"It sucks, right?" he said at last. You jumped slightly, and he couldn't be certain whether you were startled by the fact that he'd spoken up or the words themselves. "It's weird, when you don't see it coming. When it comes out of nowhere, and your head starts spinning because, 'I was supposed to see them next week!' And then suddenly... you can't. Ever again." He could feel his own throat starting to tighten, and he swallowed hard in hopes of clearing it up. "And you don't always get answers. So then... what do you do? You can't just move on that easily. Not when you loved someone." He paused again, allowing his gaze to flicker around the room. He noticed his gaming setup on his computer. He noticed his high school diploma. He noticed a letter from Jumin inviting him to intern for C&R. He noticed a picture he'd taken with Zen and Jaehee after Zen's last performance, where he had played a crazy barber. He tried not to notice the photos of Rika on his nightstand, but... he wasn't keen on taking them down, either. He wasn't sure if he ever would.

"The hurt doesn't really go away," he admitted, and he could feel the corners of his eyes beginning to sting. "But... life grows around it, so it starts to feel smaller." He reached up and began to stroke your hair gently. "You make new friends, and they fill your heart. You find new hobbies, and they fill your mind. You can even try to live in a way that will honor them, maybe through charity or studies or buying a new ornament to put on your Christmas tree every year that reminds you of them...." He noticed that you had lifted your head and turned your glistening, tear-soaked eyes onto him. "It doesn't mean you don't care anymore or don't think about them. But..."

His eyes traveled over to his nightstand again, and they rested on a photo of Yoosung and Rika trying to bathe Sally, where they were all drenched and covered in soap bubbles.

"They'd want you to see you be happy. It's hard, and it takes a while, but you can still have happiness." Heat began to sprinkle across his cheeks, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Hesitation began to creep up on him, but when he looked at your expectant face, even as swollen as it was with your grief, he knew he couldn't keep these words to himself.

"You're part of my new happiness, Y/N. I want to make you happy, too."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #yoosung kim #yoosung x reader #gn!reader #tw grief #tw death #Yoosung has his deep and mature moments too! #anon

[youn9racha]

Tomorrow Never Came

pairing: husband/(?)!changbin x researcher astronaut!reader (afab)

genre: sci-fi au, angst, fluff, comfort (?)

synopsis: you were unhappy that you were forced to leave behind your loving family in order to embark on an unethical mission. while you may be leaving, you and changbin are sure that you two will not be forgotten, no matter how far you are.

warning: sad departure, child mention (y/n and bin has a kid), reference of love making/sex but nothing too detailed, chan is also an astronaut but he’s mainly a background character, y/n’s referred to as “mrs. seo” but pronouns are not mentioned, arguments, just emotional sad shit really.

words: 2.0k

a/n: so this is new, never made a strictly angst fic that has no smut, especially since i write nsfw stuff. although there is no porn (at least at this part), i still wouldn’t want minors to interact with me, so please if you’re under 18, don’t interact. anyhow, i might turn this into a mini series, but still im seeing how this story goes, so if it’s possible, i’ll post a part two if i can. but either way, i hope y’all enjoy this 👹🙏 grab the tissues !!!

extra notes: c/n means the son's name.

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

Here we are, to our destination.

You have no idea what time it was or what day it is, losing the concept of time the longer this trip took from one planet to another. You thought you were a mere astronomy researcher working at the famous big space company, an observer, expected to work on your computer and look up the telescope to see the outside life as you would simply put it. You didn’t expect to take part in this crazy space mission; leaving Earth to find a planet with civilization for humans to colonize. You knew that the time being on this Earth is numbered, especially with how neglectful humans have been, but you didn’t expect yourself to be leaving Earth, leaving all your friends and family at the last minute. You weren’t as experienced or been around as your peers, making you one of the youngest in this mission, along with one other member who was your co-worker named Christopher Bang. They told you the reason you were going is that you were the best fit at keeping records and organized when it comes to gathering information.

It was all overwhelming to you. Your tears gathered up as you had no choice but to follow through with the request as it is your last resort. The dreadful actions of breaking the news to your loved ones left you even worse, with your husband’s, Changbin’s, reaction being the worse.

“What do you mean you’re leaving?! You’re leaving me and our son behind here?!” Hearing the usually soft-spoken man yelling left your heart shattering each time he speaks, “Why didn’t you speak up, huh?! Why didn’t you tell them ‘hey, by the way, I have a husband and a five-year-old kid, and I can’t leave them behind,’ was that fucking hard, (y/n)?!”

“I didn’t have a choice, Changbin!” You retorted back, tears threatening to spill, “you think I wanna leave?! If I had the choice, I would’ve chosen to stay here with you guys, but my hands are tied!”

Changbin could only scoff, looking away from you so you wouldn’t see his teary-eyed. Despite showcasing his anger, he’s more upset than angry, upset that his fear is coming true; you are leaving for a mission. He knew it was going to happen at some point, especially seeing how hard-working you were, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon, so he didn’t mentally prepare for this to happen.

“When will you be going?” Changbin’s voice cracked as he gulped the lump in his throat, still not looking at you. You sighed as you looked down, dreading to speak.

“Next week…”

Changbin licked his quivering lips as he fights to not sob in front of you, but his sniffling and grimacing came in stronger as he shakes his head and got down on his knees to hold your head so your tear-filled eyes would contact his.

“Please, don’t leave, I don’t want you to go,” Changbin pleaded as he gave in and sobbed with his head leaning into yours. You followed along by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and you two solemnly sobbed into each other’s arms, not wanting to leave each other and hoping the day you leave doesn’t come by. You prefer to wither into his arms as the planet slowly dies than leave your family behind for a mission that you find unethical. You wanted to grow old with Changbin as you see your son go through life milestones like graduating, having a significant other, getting married, etc. You didn’t want to come back with Changbin and your son getting older, and you remain the same.

 So, you two promised that you would communicate whenever possible and not forget about each other no matter how long you’ll take. The ring that binds and signifies your relationship should never be removed no matter what. You’ve told your son that you’ll be gone for a bit, leaving out the details on why or when will you coming back, but you promised him that you’ll come back.

Changbin took the week off and made your little one skip a week of school, just for the three of you to get together and bond before you leave. You three spent time together truly like the world’s ending tomorrow, laughing and playing with no worries, smiles painted on the three of you, relishing the beautiful moment you are having. You truly wished to stay longer, especially after seeing your husband and son playing around the garden, playing with a water gun, and squirting water at each other. While you didn’t want to leave, you were at least glad that Changbin was a good father and your little bundle of joy is going to be in good hands.

It was the night before your departure, and after putting your son to sleep, you and Changbin rolled up into bed, holding each other in your arms, just enjoying the closeness you two are having especially since it’ll take a while until you two would have this moment again.

Changbin squeezed as he kissed the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair, “I’ll miss this… I’ll miss being so close to you.”

You lifted your head, as you give your husband a sad smile, “believe me, Bin, I’ll miss this as well.”

You got up and kissed Changbin’s lips which were filled with adoration and passion. Changbin held your waist as he licked your lips to open yours so he could taste your mouth. He groaned as he sense a salty taste, opening his eyes slightly to see your tears spilling out of your closed eyes. He pulled away, making you shake your head, going on with a plea.

“Please, Changbin, don’t forget about me,”

“Sweetheart, I won’t.”

“Promise you that you’ll love me no matter what, and make sure you’ll remind (c/n) that I love him?”

Changbin smiled, “Of course, (y/n), you matter to me more than what you could imagine.”

That’s all you wanted to hear before you began going on his lips and taking in all the love you had for each other. Changbin filled you over, making you lay your head and him on top of you. He pulled away from you so he could take off his shirt, making you smile up to him in excitement, before he got closer to you.

“I’ll love you so hard, I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about me…”

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”

Your head shook as you brought yourself back to your current state, realizing that Changbin wasn’t actually next to you, that was a mere past unfortunately to you. You looked at the source and you saw Chris lightly nudging your arm, and then pointing ahead signaling you to look at what he’s seeing. You looked ahead at the head captain, who turned to you with a half-smile, “we’re almost there, buckle up and get your notepads ready!” he announced, before turning back at the control panel. You see ahead a blue and green ball that is awfully like Earth, your eyes marveled at the sight, muttering a “woah,” to yourself.

“We have reached our destinations, boys, it’s time for landing.”

As the captain spoke through the radio, he pressed down a bunch of buttons that allowed the rocket to land. The closer the shuttle got into the atmosphere, the more rattling the ship created. As you felt yourself shaking in place thanks to the ship, you breathed heavily as you held onto the arms of the chair, and panic sinks in even further into your system. The worst way to be stranded—or worse, die—is to be on an unknown planet, where help is nowhere near. You began praying, praying at whoever can answer it, hoping not only you can land safely, but hoping that Changbin and your son are okay, whether you can see them again or not, you just hope they’d be okay back home.

The last time you saw them was before take off, the space station allowed the families of the crew to come in and say their farewells. When you saw your husband and child one last time, you couldn’t help yourself and started crying in their arms, never wanting to let go of them, hoping just at this last minute the mission would get canceled and you get back with your family.

But that wasn’t gonna happen and you knew it.

When you pulled away, tears spilled from your husband’s eyes once again, his hand held onto yours, not wanting to let go of it. You sadly smiled at him as you kissed him a sweet kiss one last time before pulling away, “I love you, Changbin.”

Changbin just looked at you with quivered lips while you kneeled to your son, who was smiling at you. His smile was like Changbin’s, especially with how it brightened up just like his dad except with missing front teeth. “I’ll miss you, darling…”

He wrapped his little arms around your shoulders, placing his chubby cheek on your shoulder blade, “I’ll miss you, mommy.”

Your eyes open suddenly, gasping for air, and getting up from your slumber. You blinked and you see yourself in an unfamiliar setting, the last thing you remembered before blacking out was you were in the space shuttle with Christopher sitting next to you. Instead, you were in a brightly square room, almost like a cell, but instead of bars, you see a bright orange hallway through the glass wall in front of you. You looked around the room and, for a cell, it was eerily comfortable, basic accommodation was met with water, a closet, a coffee table, a couch, and a tv. It felt like a hotel rather than confinement, but it still left you uneasy as you didn’t know where you or your crewmates were.

You hurriedly got up, and as soon as you got up, you saw that you were out of your space suit and instead in the comfortable clothing you brought along, almost as if someone dressed it for you. You rummaged through the room to find your stuff, but nothing stuck out to you, neither were your things found. You then went up to the glass and began banging on it and calling out for whoever can help you.

“Hello! Anyone there?! Christopher?! Captain?! Anyone?!”  

Nothing.

You assume the glass was soundproof, so you slammed your head in it as you sighed in disappointment before turning and sliding down against it. You shook your head as regret begin coursing through your whole body, and slapped yourself in the head.

“God! (y/n), you’re so dumb, you couldn’t have fought harder? Changbin’s right, you should’ve fought harder, otherwise, you wouldn’t be in this fucking mess!” You angrily muttered to yourself. You began voicing out your frustration as you walked around your room before laying back in your bed and covering your face as you sigh through your hand.

“Can this nightmare just end?” Your voice slightly shakes, sadness and frustration expelled out of your mouth with your tone. While venting to yourself with your hand covered, you didn’t notice that the glass door opened, and in came someone.

“Mrs. Seo?”

You froze in place, still, your hand covering your face, as you heard a very familiar voice, it was masculine and slightly deep and raspy. You uncovered your face as you got up with a shocked expression as you looked at the man standing in front of you.

“I see you have awakened, Mrs. Seo,” The man standing in front of you smiled at you hospitably. Your head couldn’t wrap itself, even when the man talked to you, you can’t wrap your head that it’s the man you’ve only had in your head. The black, curly-haired, who is muscular in build, tiger-eyed with a sharp chin, it has to be him, and you were convinced the closer you got to the man standing. Though he maintained a confused expression, he found himself static as you went up to him and held his face, especially seeing your broken facial expression with eyes telling saddening stories.

“Changbin? Is that you?”

#stray kids fics #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #stray kids angst #stray kids scenario #skz fanfic #skz fics #skz imagines #skz oneshots #skz angst #skz scenario #skz scenarios #changbin imagines #changbin fanfic #changbin fic #changbin oneshot #changbin angst #changbin scenario #changbin scenarios #stray kids au #skz au #changbin au

[summersareknives]

hello ess !

that fic rec sounds wonderful im v excited to read :) my turn: paper rings by apricusapollo (zar just reblogged this rec so maybe u already saw it but it sounds so good) but for good measure heres another: 10 things i (dont) hate about you by kjms (jegulus 10 things i hate about you au)

tay time <3 i almost do, today was a fairytale, & forever & always !

chatty time!

that line about harry becoming RAPIDLY obsessed with draco will never not make me feel insane. how did jkr (derogatory) even write that it sounds like something from a fic fr.

your star converse sound so cool, i think ive seen someone wearing the same ones around and they were so cute. i love them

i love the trojan horse & the story of troy too <3 it was prob one of the first myths i learned and the rest is history. also did u know that some people thought the trojan horse was REAL? like. people in my GREEK MYTHOLOGY course. maybe thts just a common misconception or something but idk. i find it very funny

little women 2019 is SO good. i love the entire cast sm and the vibes are just astronomical.

jumanji is SO fucking funny. ill never not lose my shit at the weapons valet part its just. so dumb i love it

americans being a novelty there is SO funny. youd think that they wouldnt be here in canada but oh. they so are. i think a lot of americans (at least west coast americans where our accents are fairly similar) think canadians are like. identical to them. but that is so wrong we habitually will make fun of anyone with an american license plate up in canada.

my cats! the oldest is named pixie. (she was really tiny when we got her & i was obsessed with fairies when i was younger lol) and ive had her since kindergarten. so like a LONG time. shes a mean old lady now but i love her. the other two are siblings! theyre a few years old but still act like kittens & their names are mike and el (yes after the stranger things characters i dont wanna talk about it) which is very unfitting because the cats are SIBLINGs but the characters are in a relationship. (for the record i suggested artemis and apollo as names but was swiftly shut down. i have a family of haters)

and yes we dont get snow here. at least my part of canada. i live at pretty much sea-level on the coast so its just rain sadly. but pretty much like. every other part of canada will see snow in the winter at some point or another !

and pansy x percy? wait i kinda love that. never wouldve thought of them together but they actually sound cute.

fuck james marry sirius and KILL remus?? honestly respect. (and "mummy's got a job to do" REAL LMAO)

and omg starting with the silmarillion? that is BOLD. i havent even touched that book yet. from what ive gathered via osmosis i think it can almost be read as an encyclopedia for tolkien's world. so its just a lot. godspeed with that!

and yes. the shadowhunters chronicles is based on hp fanfic. BUT i read somewhere it was actually draco x ginny so every day i pray thats true. (hey another rarepair) but fear not the series is actually good. and theres like a million sequel & prequel series within it so you dont really have time to think about the incest .

and yes podg! the movie with ben barnes is a HORRIBLE adaptation. like its so different from the book so beware. but its still mildly entertaining bc ben barnes is gorgeous so.

"drunk procrastinator" being ur movie title is so real. cue me every weekend when i have a big paper to write or something.

and yes! cats! you should get one. they will change your life i swear.

the amortentia trope is SO good. i eat it up every time. same with the veritaserum. bonus points if theyre doing a veritaserum drinking game/truth or dare>>>

thats actually a pretty useful weird talent. running late and need breakfast? cereal.

and yes! thats a gas station order! your best friend being your chauffeur REAL. i dont drive so my best friend is my chauffeur & im the gps & dj.

poppies & lavender are so nice. i have a ton of lavender in my garden and its so nice in the summer when it blooms. hydrangeas are so pretty too. the colours are absolutely gorgeous

pluto! i love pluto sm. one of my fav planets (i refuse to say dwarf planet. shes not a dwarf in my heart shes huge) aside from maybe neptune.

and oh my god. a phone call during a funeral? the ring tone being BABY GOT BACK? idk how you survived. i would have been mortified i could never show my face again.

saxophone is so nice. sometimes all you need is some smooth jazz and a massive glass of wine or something.

answering questions time:

poutine! omg im so glad you asked me this question. in short its just french fries covered in gravy and cheese curds. a lot of people think it sounds gross/think it looks gross (it does look...questionable sometimes) but i SWEAR its so good. very good comfort food & and strangely good when you go to the movies.

unpopular marauders opinion......hmm. maybe that barty would be well suited as a ravenclaw? i know his house has never been confirmed but he canonically got 12 OWLS so the boy is SMART plus he SLAYED being the DADA prof. (not that other houses arent smart. u know what i mean) (but i still love him in the slytherin gang. they have my whole heart)

unpopular opinion about life: its okay to be weird and just silly sometimes. some people are just so caught up in being "normal" that they forget that we're all just. people. like its okay to be silly and live our lives the way we want! (maybe not an unpopular opinion but i know there are people out there that are just. really stuck up & could do well to remember this LOL)

dream car - i dont drive so IDK LOL but ive always liked colourful cars. like give me a bright red or forest green or cobalt blue car. theres a SEVERE lack of colourful cars on the road nowadays its so sad.

i havent seen the apprentice! i dont watch a lot of reality tv in general but from what youve told me about it i might have to check it out cause it sounds entertaining.

i totally believe in soulmates both platonic and romantic. like theres gonna be people you meet in your life that youll click with instantly and theyll become a part of u in a way even if you drift apart etc. like my best friend is prob my platonic soulmate. ive known her for quite literally my entire life (i think i was only a few months old when i met her) and shes literally my sister .

hidden talent: maybe not exactly a hidden talent but im really good at geoguessr ! oh also i can untie almost any knot. i guess thats more of a hidden talent. kinda useless but really handy when my converse laces arent cooperating.💪

favourite villain: prob either loki or darth vader. in a way theyre both anti-heros and i personally love morally grey characters so🫶

ive never had my heart broken! i probably internalized effy's "nobody breaks my heart" from skins too much so. i simply dont let myself get close enough to people so i dont get hurt. works every time👍

ever broken a heart: i think i did indirectly whoops. but luckily only once. long story short one of my friends liked me on & off during high school, i got confrontational while heavily under the influence and told him i didnt like him that way. he DID ignore me for the rest of the year but yeah. the rest is history. i think he came out as gay recently so. good for him!

your question time!

favourite greek god/goddess?

fav marauders fancast(s)?

hogwarts house?

fav greek myth(s)?

soldier, poet, king? (praying youve seen this trend)

one thing you cannot leave the house without?

if you were from the percy jackson universe who would be your godly parent?

top 5 albums of all time?

do you believe in soulmates?

thats all for now. talk to u again very soon🕺

-bee

bee bee bee hello i missed you n i love u <333

on god , i love these type of stories that are partly based on taylor songs . paper rings is one of my favourites on lover , so this is going into my marked for later ! & i love 10 things I hate about you too !!!! (cameron is my favourite character . HE LEARNT FRENCH FOR HER!!!) your fics recs are absolutely stellar!!!

here’s one for you - (‘unbreakable heaven by sequin haze’ - based on ‘Cruel Summer’ , ft friend-with-benefits Jegulus & trans regulus !!! )

tay tay -

i almost do - WOLFSTAR - i think of it as wolfstar because to me it’s basically sirius to remus while he’s in azkaban ‘i bet sometimes you wonder ‘bout me’. And i very much think that remus has dreams about sirius touching his face and asking him to try over again , and remus is 🤏 this close to saying ‘okay’.

today was a fairytale - JILY - i think it’s so inexplicably joly after their first date !!! ‘this magic in the air // must have been the way you kissed me’ that to me is their thoughts in canon, after they kissed for the first time on their date. (also james’s smile would so take lily to another planet , just saying)

forever & always - JEGULUS - I can just imagine james telling reg ‘forever and always’ and then reg being in his head like ‘you promised me forever’ and james going away like a ‘scared little boy’ because reg got the mark. it hurts my poor little jegulus heart.

chatting <333 -

ISN’T IT ??? the woman was so concerned about making her characters at hetero as possible that she just made them gay squared. (and the amount of people i’ve seen asking for the fic when this quote is in a tt. like , babe , no it’s from the og books .)

I LOVE MY STAR CONVERSE TOO !!! very cute indeed they’re amazing . (still my red ones beat everyone and everything >>>)

people think the horse is real ?? like do they really have that little faith in the human race?? in the middle of the war being like ‘wow there’s a giant horse at the door of my city ! this isn’t suspicious at all , let me bring it in !’ is something someone would actually do 💀💀💀. like bro no , give homer his credit.

I LOVE LITTLE WOMEN SM TOO. I watched it for emma , and i came out in love with timmy & flo.

jumanji is honestly such a comfort watch it’s one of my forever favourites.

nah americans are genuinely so annoying sometimes. like especially the piss annoying tourists , always standing in the way. like i’ve heard too many of them correct the way brits pronounce things ( honey , it’s aloominum not aluminium. STFU BITCH) and when they start talking so you talk back and ask where they’re from , why they always say ‘dallas , texas.’ like bro was giving me her gps location , why not just say ‘america’ ??? (the worst one was when i saw someone say that ‘the ancients didn’t build stonehenge aesthetically’)

PIXIE , MIKE AND EL???? THAT’S SO CUTE AND ADORABLE OH MY GOD. (i agree artemis and apollo would’ve been a fucking amazing name.your family just don’t get it.) my friend actually has a cat named pixie who is also a mean old lady!! this pixie fuckin hates me she tried to scratch my guts out once. but i think she’s warming up to me now , because she took 10seconds to do that last time instead of her usual five.

bee u live in the 1% of canada that doesn’t get snow !!! ULTRA-RARE POSITION IN LIFE ACHIEVED !!!

i never would’ve thought of pansy and percy either, but i was scrolling and came across it , and i’m a pretty open-minded girl, so i was like ‘why not’ and i was pleasantly surprised. (here’s the fic i’m talking about - ‘the secretary by pacificrimbaud’ it’s really good !! )

fucking james marrying sirius and killing remus is the most controversial decision i’ve ever made , but i STAND BY IT.

for now i’m just staring at my copy of the silmarillion willing it to become smaller. idk if my brain can handle more than like a page a month.

AT LEAST IT’S NOT RON X GINNY !!!!! maybe i’ll give it a shot one day many years in the future. it seems like there’s at least 50 books and she’s… still not done.

i’ll read the book first , then , as i always do. I’ll watch he movie , but only for ben barnes. I love him.

DRUNK PROCRASTINATOR FOR THE WIN. ( me on the roof rn trying to write my paper that was due last week. and the other one that’s due tomorrow! hopefully lu shows up soon with the monsters and good vibes!! he has no homework (he does his stuff on time) so he’s just gonna be keeping me company.)

CATS CATE CATSSS . studying with one purring in your lap sounds so peaceful !!!

amortentia trope >>>>>>> (i’m actually writing a scene in the quaffle & the snitch , where reg is dared to make james fall in love with him. like a bet movie. i’m loving it already.) I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HONESTLY !!! ‘you love me ?? you’re lying.’ ‘i’m on veritaserum you dumb fuck i’m NOT. lying.’

cereal is my go-to for breakfast, but sometimes i do get apple turnovers on the weekend with my chauffeur. (i’ll be referring to the best friend as either ‘chauffeur’ or ‘lu’ (which is my nickname for him) because typing out ‘my best friend’ is going to take forever.)

thank fuck i got the gas station order right. lu is ordered to be my chauffeur. sometimes we go on midnight grocery runs to the big tesco. (once got drunk and bought the entire stock of lurpak. thankfully there were only four tubs !! (lurpak is rich people butter btw) ) i’m the dj , which is mostly tay tay. he involuntarily knows all the words to shake it off and my tears ricochet now.

YOU HAVE LAVENDERS IN YOUR GARDEN????? THAT’S SO AWESOME ???? they look so nice but i kill a lot of plants. but maybe i’ll buy another bouquet and keep it alive this time??

PLUTO STAYS WINNING. SHE IS A PLANET. NASA DON’T MAKE THE RULES I DO.

(and the baby got back was so embarrassing it’s UNREAL. but it was lu calling to ask if i wanted pizza , so at least i got pizza ?? )

jazz and wine and a best friend to dance around the kitchen with >>>>>> life made .

reviewing your q’s . -

poutine sounds amazing , people are just haters. why do americans hate on poutine when they have ‘jello salad’ like god hates a country but it ain’t canada , sweet pea.

HE WOULD SLAY AS A RAVENCLAW !!!!! and he slayed as a dada professor too !! (but he did traumatise my boy neville so minus one point for that) (he slays as a slytherin too , because i like him to be a part of that friend group , yk?)

YES DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!! the world would be a better place if people stopped trying to make everything the same !!

when i was younger , i wanted a pink car. now i just want lu to drive me around forever. his car is black , so unfortunately not colourful .(the lack of colour on the streets should be a crime.)

THE APPRENTICE IS SO WORTH IT !!! i love it so much it’s so funny honestly watch it watch it !! New eps every thursday (watch season 17!!)

yes soulmates are platonic and romantic!!! i met lu in primary , and i think i’d just about die if he were to leave me . like he is life i love him , i’d kill for him.

I just searched up what geogueser is , and i’ve found my new hyperfixation !!! will be updating with my skills on this later. (i wish i had your lace-untying skills. 90% of the time i’m in 70 different positions before they’re actually untied.)

‘Luke i am your father.’ that’s all for this one.

love that you’ve never had your heartbroken !!! ( I have , last year. from a girl called victoria , who’s actually kind of a dick now that i think about it. can’t believe i was crying over some random bitch. lu & monster are the only consistent things in my life!!)

nah your friend a piss-bag for being all ‘ooh you don’t like me , WELL I DON’T LIKE YOU.’ that’s rude. if he was a real one , he would’ve stayed. bro came out as gay ?? i’m waiting for his apology 🤨🤨🤨.

my q’s !! -

god - apollo // godess - artemis. i love those two a lot actually. the sun and the moon >>>>>

now , vis a vis fancasts. i love andrew & ben , not dane . i love the edits of atj , he has such a big range of scenes , and i think some of his scenes are very james ! but my default james is this guy - (search up mo malik on tt if you don’t wanna click the link , it’s the pinned video on @motheh0e account with around 8.4 mill views.)

full respect if people don’t imagine him though ! as for reiky, i keep seeing him bent over some ladies knickers , and it makes me laugh a lot . but he could be james too , definitely!! he’s not my default though. My fc for evan is hugh laughton-scott , and for barty it’s maxen danet fauvel. (ik i spelt it wrong , i’m on the roof rn give me a second) & for pandora it’s elle fanning , and for lily , annalise basso. for pete , lewis capaldi is my favourite, his character is what imagine peter to be (if peter was good ). BUT MY FAVOURITE BY FAR IS OF COURSE REGULUS BLACK AS MR TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET!!!! i live for this one. whoever fc’ed him , i wish them only good things in life.

3. GRYFFINDOR !!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHH. (my first one was a slytherin but i lied on a tonne of the q’s and got gryffindor on my second account so I’M A GRYFFINDOR .)

4. orpheus and eurydice kills me every fucking time man. like if he’d just waited for one more second. they’d both be alive. but he loved her too much not to look at her. (trojan horse is a close second of course !!)

5. soldier . i see everyone talking about king and poet , but where’s the stuff about the noble soldier ??? (i wanted to be king and the almighty ruler so i’m a bit pissed. might pull a macbeth.)

6.phone . (obviously, but i’ll give you another few because that was too obvious.) purse (i lost it like three times this academic year already) & my bingo tickets from three years ago in which i won a tenner (reminds me of gold times.) also my planning notebook because i get a shit tonne of ideas on a walk. OOOH OOH ALSO MY HEADPHONE . need to bop out to taylor , of course.

7. just did the quiz and got athena ! not bad , if i do say so myself !!

8. folklore , evermore , 1989 , lover & rep. (all taylor but i have other faves. but without these i’d die.)

9.yes , of course !!! i think soulmates are there , very much. for example , lu is very much my soulmate , platonic , and i’d do anything for him. absolutely anything. ANYTHING . (for reference, i’d only ever share my food with him. )

q’s for your next journey to my ask box -

top 5 albums ?

hogwarts house ?

divergent faction ?

favourite fun fact ?

soldier , poet or king ?

gold or silver jewellery?

taylor or lana ?

cruel summer vs don’t blame me.

my tears ricochet vs the great war.

favourite candle scent?

pet peeve ?

what makes you laugh the most ?

do u have a middle name ?

how common is ‘eh’ and ‘hoser’ in canada ?

(that’s all for now bee , but i shall be awaiting your reply like a wife waiting for her soldier husband to return from war. don’t die on the battlefield, bee . come back soon !)

#ess waters a plant #bee <33 #ess’s marauders x ts crossover

[ventisussy]

I decided to write my favourite ship for pride month 2022, as this is my very first pride month <3

I've been working on this for days, and i hope you like it :)

Jealousy- a Chili fanfic

(Jealous!oblivious!zhongli x childe)

Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff ending

3rd person pov:

He hated this.

He hated how the interaction between him and her made him feel this way.

He knew it was wrong.

He did indeed.

“Ojou-san! Look what I got you!”

“A crystalfly ornament? Childe you don't have to-“

“Nah, wear it! It looks good on you!”

There he sat, watching the whole thing unfold before his amber eyes. His heart felt heavy.

“Excuse me for a while, traveller, ch-childe.”

He left, unable to take this. It hurts. It does.

Him? The geo archon? In love and obsessed with someone like him?

How…how perfectly absurd.

He wanted his attention, his affection, he wanted him, just to himself.

He’s selfish, and he knows it.

It’s just wrong for someone like him to fall head over heels for him.

But he just can’t help it.

Lumine pov:

“ What's wrong with zhongli these days, childe? Did you do something?” I questioned a certain ginger.

“ I did nothing, I swear.”

A pained expression crossed his face, then it vanished.

“Man, i just wanted to give xiansheng a gift, and that dude just left…”

I hummed. “Ay, childe, are you in love with anyone?”

“I- why’d you ask?”

“Interested.”

“Uh…i uh-“

“Let me guess…xingqiu?”

He cringed.

“THE HELL???”

“Well you both weld a hydro vision-“

“HOW DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH BEING IN LOVE-“

“Hmmm…xiao?”

“Girlie what the actual fuck.”

“Bro childe I'm just guessing,” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“Zhongli?”

He paused.

“Uh-“

“OH MY GOD CHILDE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ZHONGLI!” I squealed, clasping my hands together and gushing.

“Paimon thinks it's obvious.”

“Shut up and eat or I'll sell you to xiangling.”

“Hey!”

Childe pov:

My face is fucking heating up. That’s certain.

“I- am not-“I protested.

“Oh yes you are~”

“ god girlie you’re getting annoying-“

“And you’re very gay~”

“No im not-“

“Yes you are.”

“Hell no im not-“

“Yes.”

“No.”

“What are you guys consnipring about?”

Oh shit. It’s-

“Oh hey zhongli! Childe is— humph-“

“NO NO I’M JUST ORDERING SOMETHING-“ I laughed awkwardly, covering Lumine's mouth and glaring at her.

“We are?”

“Shut up paimon you pea brained maggot!” I yelled, a blush forming rapidly than ever.

“Childe. You look red,” zhongli simply stated, eyeing me up and down.

“Look, look- uh- i can explain-“ i stuttered.

Zhongli pov:

Childe never stuttered. Never. He does look cute though, with that flustered face of his.

But it hurts.

“Childe, may I speak to you for a moment?” Lumine asked, tugging the hem of her white dress.

“Sure.”

“Uhm, we need to speak privately…”

I felt neglected.

I watched as they walked away, traveller whispering something into his ear, then he gasped, blushing…

3rd person pov:

Lantern rite.

It’s a festival which is celebrated once a year in Liyue.

Wishes were made, families reunited, lovers- oh well.

The streets are already bustling with excitement.

It’s just noon.

Colourful banners, lanterns, silk, decorations are everywhere.

Keqing did work hard on this, didn’t she?

That day, even the busiest among all decided it is time for a break.

A certain yaksha, perched at the very top of Wangshu Inn, gazed down at the illuminated city.

Her, the one who looks over Liyue, descended from her chambers, her heels clicking along the rythm of her steps.

Them, who’ve been watching over Liyue for as long as anyone can remember, gathered at Mt. Hulao.

It’s only celebrated once a year, and what an exciment it is.

Let’s give the city of contracts a break, a day to rejoice.

Alas, he, who created, built, named, protected this place, is in a heartbreak.

He was in pain.

Divine tears of his, traced his face.

It’s utterly useless to hide those golden tears of his.

The person whom he loved dearly wasn’t with him tonight.

He’s with the blonde, he told himself, and he’s never coming back. At least not tonight.

Among all 6000 years, he never felt pain as such.

It felt worse than losing his former friend, guizhong.

He closed his eyes, as final teardrops fell.

He sighed, with a flick of his fingers, he created fire, and lit the lantern of his.

With both hands, he raised the lantern to his face, forehead touching the warm paper, and silently whispered:

“I…

I wish he could be mine.”

He gently placed the lantern in the palm of his right gloved hand and let go.

At that moment, thousands, perhaps millions of lanterns, big and small, high and low, dim and bright, illuminated the starry sky.

He smiled, a sad one, not one which the citizens of Liyue share tonight.

——————————————————

It’s currently midnight.

He felt a gloved hand cup his cheek.

Then came a long sigh.

“I…I’ve been looking for you, xiansheng. I’m sorry I couldn't make it before sunset. There…is something I would like to give you.”

Flower petals brushed his face as a glaze lily was tucked above his ear.

“Not even this godly flower is a perfect gift for you. “

Silence.

“Xiansheng, there is something I need to tell you…i…i think i'm in love with you.”

The archon’s eyes slowly flickered open.

“You…you are?” He whispered.

“Yes, xiansheng. Yes I am.”

He, who made a wish this very night, came true.

“Please, childe, please stay.”

“Of course, my lord, I’ll stay here forever if you insist.”

The lover of the geo archon placed a soft kiss on his nose, and wiped away the tears of joy that flowed silently down his glimmering cheeks.

A slight smile appeared on his face, As he fell into slumber once again.

He, who he had loved for years, is finally his.

Bonus:

*rustle of bushes*

*sniff*

“Traveller? What’s wrong? Paimon is worried-“

“Childe im so proud of you- *sniff*”

“Paimon thinks you’re weird.”

“Oh shut up paimon how could you not get choked up at this? Those lovebirds are finally together *sniff*”

“Paimon thinks- *slap*”

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin ajax #genshin morax #genshin tartagalia #zhongli x childe #childe x zhongli #chili #tartali #zhongchi #pride

[listenrose]

A new love story…

It’s pending though…

2016. His friend asked to meet me. I kindly declined (at least I think it was kind..) and but then he offered maybe something more casual and said his friend could join us. I’ve always had people hit on me but I’ve always been open to meeting new people to hopefully have as friends. I always have felt like it’d be a better experience to just have friends and keep it cool. Idk.

2016. They walk in. It was almost like..lol.. the wind gushed through his hair (he has a fade and a hat on) and the sun shined only on him. Lmao. It was like the world slowed down because I was not in a good place this day but seeing him made me realize I want to be in the best place possible. He barely talked. He said his name and I felt like light years passed and he used to be mine. His friend was the one who asked me to go on this “casual date” but MY GOODNESS what’s yo fren talmbout.

2016. What is this. This man didn’t give impressions that he wanted to see me, only dimly, maybe a few small gestures here and there but I was so sad bc I thought his energy was so fire. Pure perfection! Idk maybe he knew how much his friend liked me and wanted to be a good guy. Or maybe it was 6 other girls on his mind. Or maybe all of that or even none of that. Either way I was trying to be committed and down for any way he’d have me. Oop.

2016 ugh. He just wasn’t havin it. Although I held some loyalty for a while, I gave up and went w the safer choice.. the one who confessed their love for me through time. It’s okay.. I was obsessed w my ex from 2014 anyway. That’s what I always said whenever I got rejected. (L O L she’s sick!) I loved my ex for sure but I absolutely have always used that fantasy to keep me guarded, protected and he didn’t even talk to me lmao. Idk, I just wanted to be loved and my, my how selfish that created me to be because I had no foundation.

2021 mid year. I saw him again! He looked so cute. So quiet and so fake mysterious and so cute. (Fake mysterious bc I felt like I knew him). But ahh. Alas, my boundaries must stay. I remember where this went before and I know what it is now..

But I got his number and was like hey let’s be friends because I like who you are. Genuinely like frfrfr. Like fr. I gotta work on myself anyway so mightswell chill out, have a good guy as my friend and we can have a dope friendship…. I knew how I used to feel though. My heart dropped when I saw him at first, ngl, but I kept it cool I think. Lol.

I asked him to come listen to an album with me to hopefully make up for a comment I made talkin bout “he can’t come spin the block on me”. We hung out and it was cool. Reeeal cool. Perfect actually.

2021 November. He came to da crib w the fam. I invited him and my friend over to have dinner with the fam and have fun. Miscommunication hit with my friend so she ain’t come, but he came! And..tehe.. lol.. why I feel like he had a good time w us and really enjoyed me? Oh maybe because after some good family time we went to my room and listened to music doing nothing and he actually staaayed and didn’t cross the line. I asked him to write a poem and why’d it seem like a love letter to me?? Ohh because it was bro! Idk. I definitely was in denial but the words were a bit too direct to not think it was about me and us in that moment. Talkin bout “who sent you.. why we vibe like this?” AHH he’s fire. But maybe it’s not about me idk looool. Anywho, I’m a God damn wreck, ain’t no way. And he’s so sweet why’d I bring him into my bs. I’m terrible right now. But honestly I was extremely hype that he might’ve felt a way.

“Let’s stay friends”. He invited me to a few family gatherings and I did too. But I was like naww im getting over my ex from 2014 I’ve been obsessed with for years and we just started rekindling, I ain’t bout to drop this for you!! You used to play me like a guitar boy! And you don’t even know how much I liked you!! Ahh!!!! I’m sitting here prayed for a husband around Oct/Nov and you just gon show up and have perfect energy?! I can’t even believe you’d ever love me sooo like nah. You are not gonna love me how my ex did!… I suck fr.

We met again he brought me a flower

2022 we hung out on New Years. Tears because ugh. Why’s he so fire. But no! I must stay the course and not fall in love again! No Mammer! “Let’s stay friends”

He cooked for me not once not twice but a million times!

He invited me over not once, not twice but a million times!

“Let’s like not just be friends” he wanted me so bad and expressed that. Maybe let’s not be JUST friends.. dang it he got me. Im still gonna keep my ex in the background of my thoughts in case this fails but I’ll still be down and not link w anybody. Let me just be celibate actually or abstinent. Whatever, some months passed and I made sure to never EVA do anything wrong or to betray his trust and if I felt I would I’d leave him for my ex I’d just leave him alone now! I WANT YOU BOY I LOVE YOU BOY!! But alas, I never shared that and his fire burned out slowly… it seemed. He still cared for me but he had his guard up now bc he couldn’t trust I’d be down. But omg I’m DOWN. I’M UP FOR YOU.

Now I’m writing love poems to get him back…

2023 wish me luck. Pray for me. Please I know I’ll be okay but I miss that man dearly.

[im-a-goner-foryou]

Yeah 'tis a holy season and all that but also do consider:

Tony dressed up in a full Santa costume with Peter, donning the sluttiest 'santa's little helper' outfit, riding him mercilessly? The little golden bells on his pointed hat ringing sharply as the boy bounces himself on Santa's lap with unbridled enthusiasm while letting loose little fucked-out noises of pleasure; the tiny skirt he's wearing bunching up around his hips to expose the crimson silk panties underneath. Below him Tony's driven wild with hunger at having a lapful of sinful temptation. Gripping the boy's lithe body with his gloved hands, he grunts a low "naughty little boy aren't you, riding me like a fucking slut. So desperate for Santa's cock"-- which draws out a needy whine from Peter, tinged high with desperation. "Say it, tell me who can fuck you the way you truly crave it," Tony snarls, but the boy is too preoccupied with swiveling his hips to sink down further until the engorged cockhead buried deep inside him nudges deliciously against his sweet spot.

Toes curling and head thrown back, one hand clumsily fisting at Tony's robes and the other one still clutching the candy cane Santa had used to lure the pretty elf onto his lap, Peter's incoherent babbling lilts to a high cry as Tony snaps his hips upwards to aim mercilessly at his oversensitive prostate-- the man's teeth scraping dangeously sharp on his bared neck in a silent warning. Quickly realising his mistake Peter cries out, "only you, Santa! I'm your dirty little boy... just, wanna be good for you Santa--" and when Tony suddenly lunges forward to force his candy-red lips open with his own mouth and sucks hard on his tongue, Peter's eyes roll back and with a stutter of his hips, the steadily leaking cocklet straining at the front of his panties jerks and spills sticky across his gaudy costume and over Santa's belt. When Tony follows soon after with a growl, the tight velvet heat contracting around his pumping cock milks him for all its worth; squeezing his hot come out in seemingly endless ropes until it paints the boy's insides white.

As they slump together in the silence that follows, panting heavily and catching their breath, Peter tilts his head while mumbling sweetly, "thank you for my treat Santa, am I on the nice list now?" and the older man curses.

"Christ. You're killin' me here, you little menace."

"Hey, I'm not the pervert who thought up of this," the boy retorts with a cheeky grin, gesturing at the sticky mess between the both of them. "Merry Christmas, by the way. Hope you enjoyed your present."

#starker #peter x tony #drabble #sorry this is all over the place i had to type this under the table #im going straight to hell #family unfriendly #hey at least im not writing this in a family gathering #merry christmas

[skinnyducky]

coinkydinks // v.h.

a/n this was fun to write. though, didn’t really know how to finish it so the ending is pretty lackluster and cheesy (not that im unfamiliar with cheesiness). anyways, hope you enjoy! 

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 957

WARNING: language, fluff, and that’s about it.

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It was a day like any other. The sun hung over the city of Los Angeles, providing light and warmth for its citizens. Birds chirped as they flew across the sky, singing their little hearts out. And cruising down the highway was our little Y/n, mouthing the words to whatever song was playing on the radio. She hadn’t planned on coming out today, wanting to spend her only off-day snuggling in bed with her cat and wrapping up the second season of her favorite show. But, with a little coercion from her friend, Vinnie, she decided to show her face.

Speaking of Vinnie, that’s all she could think about on her journey to the Hype House. They were friends…or at least that’s what they convinced the public. The truth was simple: they liked each other. They knew it, and their friends knew it. Unfortunately, there was little they could do. With Vinnie’s fans being as…passionate and protective as they were, there was fear between both parties about how things would go if it came out that they were dating. So, they kept their affections to themselves and hoped they’d dwindle down sometime soon.

After pulling into the circular driveway of the Hype House, Y/n quickly parked her car and got out of it. Before she made her way to the front door, she looked over her outfit. It was a simple white t-shirt, a pair of Purgatory sweats, and her favorite sneakers to bring the look together. It was simple, but cute.

Considering she was no stranger to the Hype family, she let herself into their home and walked to the kitchen where everyone was sure to have gathered. "Hey, people." She greeted, a toothy grin on her face. Her body was filled with delight as she met the faces of all her pals. However, confusion consumed her as she noticed everyone sharing the same look of shock. But it wasn't shock exactly. It was more like they were trying their hardest not to laugh. But what could possibly be so fun that it left them on the verge of pissing themselves?

It wasn’t until she peered over at a particular Seattle native that she noticed what had everybody biting back their laughter. Leaning against the wall, a few feet across from her, stood Vinnie…wearing the exact same outfit. Y/n scoffed, "Wait, what?" She stared him up and down, her smile growing wider by the minute. "This is a joke, right?"

At that moment, the room went into hysterics, with both Y/n and Vinnie joining in. Eventually, the hysterics turned into cooing as everyone began to find the situation more cute than hilarious, including the victims themselves. "Have you been stalking my story or something? Because there’s no way," she asked. "This can’t be just a coincidence."

"No, I didn’t watch your story." Vinnie chuckled, walking up to her. "At least not today."

"Then how else could you have known what I was wearing today?"

Vinnie shrugged and crossed his arms. "I don’t know. It’s not like it’s a common outfit. It’s just a shirt and sweats." While Vinnie did have a point, it wasn’t a strong one. Yes, this outfit combination is common, but in their case, it was incredibly uncommon for them to wear the exact same thing, from the shirt to the shoes, even to the little chains adorning their necks. They were identical.

"Then, how else could this have happened?"

"Maybe it’s a sign," piped Mia. "Maybe something’s telling you to give into your feelings and just get together. You know, spare your friends the pain of watching you two flirt every fucking second."

She was right, and despite Y/n and Vinnie knowing this, they were still cautious. "You know why we can’t do that." Y/n said, earning an eye roll from the brunette.

"Because you’re worried about what the fans will say, but still, you two shouldn’t worry about making them happy. You should be focused on your own happiness. Sure, some fans might be bitter. Who cares? If today isn’t a clear indication that you are meant for each other, then I don’t know what is." As she finished her spiel, everyone nodded in agreement, proceeding to add their two cents and profess how adorable both Vinnie and Y/n would be together.

Once again, Mia was right. Y/n and Vinnie were so worried about what the fans would do and say, and spent so much time trying to keep them happy, when in reality, they should focus on their own happiness. No amount of hate or slander could dispel the way they feel about each other.

Y/n turned to face Vinnie, finding him staring right back at her. "She’s got a point. It’s time." She muttered softly.

"Are you sure," questioned Vinnie. "We don’t have to do this if you’re still worried."

"I’ve never been surer." With that, Y/n laced her arms around Vinnie and brought her lips to his. The kiss was passionate and electrifying, with tiny jolts of love and affection running through both their bodies. They were so busy lip-locking that they didn’t even notice Jack sneaking up and snapping a picture of both of them. It wasn’t until they pulled away seconds later and their phones started going off that they caught onto what he did.

Glancing at their screens, the two were flooded with notifications from both fans and tea accounts. While they were a bit upset with Jack for spilling the beans about their newborn relationship, they were even more relieved to find that fans were far more supportive of it than they had thought. As the young couple lit up with joy, they couldn’t help but be thankful for this odd yet cute coinkydink.

#vinnie #vinnie imagine #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x you #tiktok imagine

[iamafalseprophet]

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby · alex jones/barry milland x reader

a/n: this is platonic only, don’t worry, i’m well aware alex has the mental capacity of a child. don’t be weird with him, i’m writing this fic because i want him to just be happy and safe :,) i’m gonna refer to alex as barry in this since that’s what he goes by after being found, his birth name. also it’s almost 5am and i did not proofread im tired sorry

summary: during the aftermath of the kidnapping case, you take care of alex/barry for the night.

warnings/notes: mentions of past trauma/abuse/kidnapping, comfort mostly, gender neutral reader, platonic relationship, past childhood friends, reader takes care of him

word count: 2,100

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“Are you leaving soon?… I’ll be over, I’m on my way now… Okay, bye.”

You hung up your phone, grabbing your keys and pulling on a jacket as you filed out of the door of your apartment and into your car. It was early January now, and it’s been about a month since Barry Milland had been found living as Alex Jones with an abductor posing as his aunt. You two were friends many years ago in childhood growing up together, and though it was awhile ago, you still missed him. While you were overjoyed that he’d finally been found, you nearly broke down upon hearing what torture he went through for a week.

You were driving right now to where he was staying, with his actual family. They had to travel out of state and couldn’t bring Barry with, and had entrusted you to care for him. You had reunited with Barry a few times since he’d been found, and he had remembered you at least a little bit from when you were kids. You were happy to be caring for him.

It wasn’t too long of a drive. You pulled into the driveway, knocking on the front door where you were met with Barry’s parents. “Thank you so much for coming to do this. Oh, he’s in his room right now,” his mother said to you, both parents with coats on ready to go. You smiled at them, nodding. “Of course, I’m here anytime. We’ll have fun today, you guys don’t have to worry about anything.” You reassured, before the Millands exited their home once they’d gathered their bags, leaving you to call out something along the lines of ‘have a safe trip’.

You unzipped your thick jacket, laying it on the back of a recliner. Once you’d gotten your shoes off too, you made your way to Barry’s room, knocking lightly in hopes to not startle him. “Hey, It’s just me. We’re gonna be hanging out for a little.” You prompted first, seeing Barry watching cartoons on a TV he had in his room. He almost smiled a little first seeing you. “Whatcha doing?” You hummed, walking a little closer and asking first, “Can I sit down?” He waited for a moment, then nodded, to which you then sat down near him.

Barry still wasn’t super verbal yet, healing from what had happened to him in the past months, let alone past couple decades. Though, he didn’t seem to be entirely untrusting of you, seeing as you knew each other once before & his parents trusted you. Barry pointed to the TV, which had Courage the Cowardly Dog playing. He looked at you for a moment, then speaking softly, “Watch it with me?”Your lips curved upward into a smile, and you nodded back. “Sure. We can do whatever we want in the house today, okay?” You told him, and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes light up right then. Barry needed a friend again, and he had one.

After watching cartoons for around an hour, you heard a growling noise coming from Barry’s stomach, making you sit up a bit. “Do you want me to make some food?” You asked, him replying with a “Yeah.” It was probably time to eat dinner now anyway, almost six. You pulled yourself up. “Okay, c’mon.” You said, getting up from the bed, Barry closely following behind.

The two of you made your way to the kitchen, looking through what was there to make. “What do you want to eat?” You had asked him, awaiting a response. Barry thought for a moment, fixing his glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose. “Can I have a grilled cheese?” He asked, a nod coming from you. “Mmhm. Do you want to help with it or no?” Barry hummed back in response, grabbing the loaf of bread there. “Thank you.” You murmured cheerfully. He went in the fridge, getting cheese as well. “Could you grab the butter too, please?” You said, and he happily followed your request.

The grilled cheeses were nearly done, and they hadn’t really taken long. It was simple enough to where you didn’t mess it up. As you slid two sandwiches onto a plate, you felt a tap on your shoulder which prompted you to turn around. Barry held a box of cookie mix, shaking it inquisitively. “You want to make cookies?” He nodded. You smiled at the boy. “Okay, but you gotta eat dinner before anything sweet. Your food’s done.” You told him, exchanging the cookie mix for the plate, Barry walking to the dining table to sit down as you began to get out the supplies for cookies.

After a little while, Barry had finished his food and you both returned to watching cartoons when the cookies were put in the oven. The house was filled with a the sweet scent of them baking, which was comforting for the both of you at least. Barry showed you a couple of hot wheels he had, shyly asking if you’d play with him. You held a small red car in your hand, tracing over the bed with in and around Barry, which made him laugh a little bit, making your heart swell. It was really nice to see him at least a little happy.

“Are you having fun?” You asked him, a smile hesitantly forming on Barry’s lips. “Mmhm.” He said, shaking his head ‘yes’ slightly. At that, a ding from the timer you had set was heard in the kitchen, causing you to jump up slightly, gently grabbing Barry’s hand. “The cookies are done,” You entered the kitchen once again, carefully removing the tray with an oven mitt Barry found for you. “Wait for them to cool a minute.” You warned, then soon handing him a chocolate chip cookie. He stood there for a moment, and you wondered why you could see his lip tremble. He gave you a sort of sad look.

“Barry? What’s wrong, did I do something?” You felt worried, not anticipating this. He shook his head no, slowly stepping toward you and sort of reluctantly wrapping his arms around you in a hug. It seems like he’d been really happy to actually have a friend, have someone to play with and laugh with again after being in pain for so long. He was confused as to why you were so nice. While hoping you hadn’t overwhelmed him, you heard him sniffle, and it occurred to you that you’d just been standing there thinking. At that thought you quickly hugged him back, resting your head on his shoulder as you did so.

“Am I safe?”

His voice cracked, and you replied in a soft tone, your eyes shut, after a couple moments. “Yes, you’re safe, I promise. Nothing’s gonna hurt you.” You swore, standing there in the kitchen in a hug with him for awhile. After a little bit, he sniffed and you both pulled away, you putting your thumb up to his face to wipe away a rolling tear.

“It’s okay, Barry. Now come on, look what’s here for you.” You said sweetly, mentioning the cookies to which he picked one up, you doing the same. You lightly pulled him over to the couch with the plate of cookies, offering him the remote to pick a movie with. With your previous hug, he found himself a little more comfortable with being close. You sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, sharing a blanket and cookies. He had picked something to watch, and you happily sat there to watch it with him. And another after that.

Once you both were noticeably feeling a little tired. You started to get up, a small hum of protest coming from Barry as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He was fine right there, really. “Do you have to take a bath?” You asked, a nod coming from him. Showers had still frightened him since his torture, so he really preferred baths (which you’d been told).

He stood up with you, making his way to the bathroom next to his room hesitantly. “I can help you wash your hair and back, if you want me to. What do you think?” His parents said that he could do it by himself, but it was more of a comfort thing due to his recent fear. Barry stood there for a moment, then gently spoke. “Um, yeah.” He said it sheepishly, as you scooted past him to turn the water on for the bath. “Feel it first to see how you like it, okay?” You spoke, moving his hand under the water slowly. “Colder,” he said, and you nodded turning the handle to the right slightly.

“Get in, and then tell me when to come in, alright?” You spoke to him with care, trying to reflect that so that he’d feel safe and not have to worry about anything. You stepped outside of the room for a minute as he undressed and got in, soon hearing a soft ‘okay’ from behind the door. You entered to see bubbles filled the tub, toy cars lining the edge of it. A small smile formed back onto your lips. You gently took off Barry’s glasses and set them on the sink counter.

“The water is fine?” “Yeah.”

You wet his hair, dark brown and sort of long in length. You squeezed out some shampoo on your hands, watermelon scented. Your hands entangled into Barry’s hair, lathering the shampoo over and over. “Okay, tilt back.” You murmured, and he followed, looking up and staying still as he held one of his toy cars in his hand. A cup of water washed out the shampoo as you held your hand beneath Barry’s chin to keep it in place. Some soap on your hands again, he was turned slightly and you began washing his back. Barry seemed be enjoying just sitting there for now, or at least he was content.

When you both were all done, you drained the bathtub of its water and gave Barry a towel when he stood. He was still as he stepped out and you dried his hair for a little with a thinner towel. “Good job,” you praised him, aware of his aforementioned fear. He did well. A small smile came from him, and you placed his glasses back into his hands.

Barry headed back into his room, putting on a long-sleeve shirt and pajama pants to sleep in. At this point with you here, he didn’t necessarily want to be alone, but you mentioned you’d just be outside the door on the couch. He grudgingly got into bed, a small hug exchanged between the two of you, quick progress. You kept a nightlight on in there, cracking Barry’s door as he fell asleep.

You yawned, walking out of his room and onto the sofa where you all had watched movies before. Running a hand through your hair, you laid down and pulled a blanket over yourself, tired yourself. A lamp was left on, but before you knew it your eyes were closed.

As quick as you fell asleep, you woke up to sounds of sobbing. Barry was sitting on the couch, at your feet, not knowing what to do. Hazily, you sat up and became aware of what was happening. You frowned, looking at Barry and moving a bit closer to comfort him. “What happened?” You murmured, looking in his green eyes. Tears were on his cheeks and he was sniffling. You wiped them away again, pulling him up off the couch gently and going back to his room. You’d stay there this time.

“I was there, there again.” He sniffed.

It was a nightmare, then. Barry spoke through soft sobs, you leading him to lay back down, there beside him. “It’s okay,” you reassured as he was crying into the crook of your neck now. You wrapped your arms around him comfortingly, rubbing his back slightly in attempt to calm him. “I’m right here, Barry. You’re safe. All of that is over, okay?” You spoke. He hummed in response. You said more calming things gently into his ear, his sniffles slowly dying down as he fell back asleep into your arms.

You let out a small sigh, not out of irritation, but gratefulness. Grateful Barry was here right now with you, that you were able to calm him down, and that those people who had kidnapped him before are both gone. You shut your eyes, breathing slower.

You were always going to be here for him, your friend.

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #alex jones x reader #alex jones prisoners #barry milland #barry milland x reader #fluff!alexjones #fluff!barrymilland #!childhoodfriends #paul dano prisoners #fluff #comfort #platonic fic #prisoners (2013) #dano!alex jones x reader #alex jones prisoners (2013) #📁.emfics

[jongseongsnudes]

lolol im a pretty fast reader 🙃

also can we get jay's reaction to finding out that y/n used to like jake?

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you areeee lmao cause it took me like 15 years to read over half of part four 😩 i'll also write something for his reaction lol but we all know the boy is probs going to get annoyed nonetheless 😂

warning; nothing lmao, just crack. 0.6k words.

"can you just let the poor girl eat her food?" jake rolls his eyes at sunghoon and pretends to gag at the sight before him, "you won't die if you don't kiss her for a bloody second!"

"you're just jealous that i have a girlfriend and you don't. go be lonely in the living room if you don't want to see happy people," your boyfriend teases back, his arms still tightly around you, preventing you from eating the bowl of soup on your kitchen table that had been sitting there for way too long.

it was a saturday night and with jay off driving your parents to some family gathering, you were left at home with jake and sunghoon. before your brother left, he had warned sunghoon to "keep your hands and lips to yourself". two seconds after jay left through the front door and sunghoon immediately threw himself onto you, arms wrapping around you and lips marking every single bit of skin on your face.

poor jake had to be there to witness the whole thing as he has done so many, many times before. lol

"oh you want to go there, do you Park?" jake chuckles evilly, "did you perhaps forget that she liked me first? for yearrrrrrs before you came? she hated your ass, isn't that right little one?"

"my sister did what?" jay's sudden voice has all your heads immediately turning, only to really see the boy standing there, his face now dark and sour.

the three of you had been too caught up in the conversation to realise that jay had actually arrived home minutes before and unfortunately walked in right when jake said what he said.

face palm. dumb jocks.

your brother's eyes are now on you and if looks could actually kill, then you might've been dead.

"did you two do shit behind my back too?!" jay's angry voice has you immediately pushing sunghoon's hands away from you. hoping off the kitchen stool, you hurry over to your brother's side, immediately clutching onto his arms.

"no! it wasn't even that serious, it was like celebrity crush, nothing more!" you try to explain but in the corners of your eyes, you could see your boyfriend watching you with raised brows, "i promise you, nothing ever happened."

"well you did almost kiss him at that party once, i think hana's party?" sunghoon suddenly chirps in and you slowly look over to him, your mouth hanging wide from the unnecessary information.

mental note, kick park sunghoon's ass later! he's just trying to get you in trouble!

no one says a thing for a few moments and though you were scared of jay's next words and moves, the silence in the room was actually a lot worse. you look up at your brother who is glaring into space, then to sunghoon who is giggling to himself then to jake who is just standing there silently.

"wait. so you're telling me, you liked jake... but then you went on to date sunghoon instead?" your brother says, his face seemingly more confused than angry now, "do i not teach you anything about having standards in men? more than twenty guys on my team and you went from jake sim to park sunghoon, really?"

"HEY I'M NOT THAT BAD!"

"true, at least you didn't go for beomgyu. that boy is for the streets," jay says and you immediately gulp at the thought of that one time you had went off with beomgyu to taehyun's house. that was a story you hope jay never hears about.

you side glance sunghoon who is also now looking a little nervous... and unfortunately jay catches on. "oh my god don't tell me you liked beomgyu too!? is there anyone else?!"

"no no no! i do not like beomgyu! never! sunghoon is bad enough!"

"true."

"HEY!"

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#ask jongseongsnudes #the jock #sunghoon; the jock #jake; the jock #jay; the jock

[kira-fluff]

Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

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Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

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[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

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