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high off of you

❥ 8k words | nsfw | eren x reader

❥ you’re dragged to a smoke session by your roommate, and you actually enjoy yourself— maybe a little more than you should have; and eren jaeger is to blame.

❥ content: choking, lowkey breeding kink ish, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, drugs (weed)

content.

content is how you were feeling.

you had just gotten done with your shower, your covers were finally draped over your almost bare legs, your laptop was sat in your lap and you had put your hair up to get it out of the way. you were relaxed, you were calm, and you had decided you were gonna finish off your night with an episode of your favorite show, no matter how many times you had saw it.

"c'mon, we're going to get high."

your peaceful vibe was interrupted, and in the most abrupt manner your roommate could muster; he swung the door open not even bothering to knock, leaned against the doorframe and let his eyes survey your slightly mess room before landing on you and giving you the most goofy grin.

"connie, what the fuck?" you frowned and went to pause your show only to realize you hadn't even started it. with a sigh you looked back up at connie with clear irritation written across your face.

"what? don't you want to get high?"

"i just got out of the shower, i'm in bed now," you moved your laptop and threw the covers off of your legs and pointed to your shorts. "i have pajamas on and i was about to watch my show, no i don't want to get high right now." wasn't that the obvious? you couldn't lie, the offer was tempting since you weren't the one paying, and it gave you the opportunity to see your friends again, but the getting ready process had made you shove the offer down.

as if on cue connie seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to get cute or anything. it's literally just our regular smoke circle. just throw on a jacket and let's go."

you groaned and leaned your head back letting your arm drape over your eyes. "didn't we just come from sasha's house earlier this week? who the hell is supplying y'all this fast?" you tried to come up with an excuse to stay home, but connie was clearly one step ahead of you.

"it's not sasha's house it's eren's." the stupid sly grin on his face appeared and he leaned further into your room already knowing he had you trapped. he knew, much like the rest of the friend group about the undying tension between you and eren, but nobody could pinpoint exactly what it was. it wasn't that the two of you necessarily liked each other but you were... friendlier than friendly best friends. eren and you would flirt with each other more often than not and were very hands on. not to mention how excited you'd get when you got to see him, and vice versa.

connie didn't even give you the chance to respond to that comment, your answer was evident just by the way your attention spiked at the mention of eren's name, and the way your body stiffened in the slightest. he shut the door to wait for you and couldn't help but laugh at your feeble attempt of getting out of a session with your circle.

you lost, and you were slightly upset. any other words in your defense were stuck down your throat, and connie was already long down the hall. the only thing you were able to mention was a loud, "and knock next time, dumbass!" before you did as he said, grabbing your jacket and slipping out the door with connie.

that's how you handed up where you were now, at eren's shared apartment with mikasa and armin, although mikasa's car was missing from the parking lot.

"i love the outfit. it's giving me very much... hobo." connie looked you up and down stifling a laugh while the two of you waited at the door after the first ring.

you followed his eyes looking yourself up and down as well. you did look a little silly, black crew socks with crocs over top. you didn't even take it upon yourself to zip up your jacket all the way, the black fabric draping off your shoulder on one side revealing your shoulder only adorned by a single white strap to your cropped tank top. of course the jacket was a little big, covering your sleep shorts slightly. you weren't even sure if the jacket was yours.

"shut the fuck up." you kicked connie with your croc and he hissed, grabbing his shin before being a fool and hopping towards the door some more, spamming the doorbell.

"help! i'm getting abused!" and in that moment you wondered how you managed to share an apartment with the clown.

connie's ringing only stopped when the door flew open, sasha's figure standing there with a small smile. "hey!" her tone was cheery and loud as she grabbed connie's hand pulling him into a dramatic hug before reaching a hand out to you and pulling you into one too. "i missed you guys!"

"sasha we saw you earlier this week." you forced yourself out of her grip with an apologetic smile just in case your gesture came off as rude. connie nodded in agreement and stepped aside already heading towards eren's room. i mean seriously, wouldn't it have made more sense for you not to come if he was that eager to smoke? they could've had more rounds!

"that doesn't mean i couldn't miss you." her hand embraced yours once more and she slammed the door shut, locking it and leading you to the door opened ajar on the other end of the hallway, of course eren's as he always had those red led lights bleeding from underneath the doorway. "connie told me you didn't want to come also, so this is a surprise."

you rolled your eyes. "so he knew i didn't want to come and still asked?"

"well it was worth a shot; and look where it landed you, you're about to be faded." and she wasn't wrong. she finally let go of your hand and opened the door, the bright LEDS hitting you straight on making you squint for a second before your eyes surveyed the room. jean was already chatting with connie on the futon while eren was sat on his bed with a tray in his lap, rolling the blunt.

what you didn't see was the glance he gave you when you first started scanning the room, immediately trying to look focused on rolling the blunt while attempting to hide his boyish grin. you likewise, you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop from smiling at the sight of the pretty boy; his brown locks pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail, and the hairs in the back of his head skimming the black top he wore.

"so she actually came?" jean voiced looking over to you and making his way over to you from his position on the futon to embrace you in a side hug.

"jean boy," you used his nickname to mock him before returning his hug causing him to grimace at you and pull his arm back. you started to laugh and rolled your eyes at his dramatic actions once more. "yes, yes i did come."

"doesn't she look stupid?" connie looked up from his phone at you and jean giggling under his breath. jean took in your appearance and tried not to laugh, a small smirk on his face that was wiped off when you slapped his chest then flipped connie off.

"shut your bald ass up, connie." you retorted.

"i'm growing hair, i keep telling you that!" and the whole room burst into laughter, sasha doubling over because there still wasn't a trace of growth on his head.

"connie, you have no room to talk you are actually stupid." sasha added before going over to sit with the boy after grabbing a bag of chips from the desk next to the open door.

you shut the door behind you and continued to stand awkwardly until eren spoke, "you're laughing but as soon as she takes that jacket off you're gonna try to jump on her, kirchstein." he said with a raise of his eyebrow before letting his eyes wander over your frame.

now you were really trying to hide your smile, and you cursed yourself when one graced your face anyways. "eren," you dragged out his name walking over to him on his bed before plopping yourself down and resting your head on his shoulder. "get me away from these idiots." you faked a sigh before eren chuckled and gave you a side hug much like jean’s before continuing to roll his blunt.

"damn jaeger, you were so quiet i forgot you were here." connie said, not looking up from his phone that sasha peered over as well.

"and stop making slick jokes and hurry up with the blunt." jean huffed scooting off the futon and resting his head on his palm. "i'm tryna smoke."

you watched eren look down at jean with a negative expression before continuing to roll, and you watched intently loving the way he looked while he did it. the way he let his tongue slide over the gutted blunt was enticing and you looked from your position on his shoulder.

he let his eyes drift over to you without moving his head and then he placed the blunt on the tray grabbing the grinder and holding it out in front of you. "you wanna grind it for me?" he asked with a small smile and it caught you off guard. you took a minute to process what he said before you grabbed the grinder and let it come apart in two.

"i mean, i guess." he slid the tray over to your lap and did that chuckle again.

"do you even know how? i bet you've always had someone roll for you, huh?"

you couldn't help but break out into another smile, this one out of slight embarrassment before you bumped his shoulder playfully and setting down the grinder on the tray. "bye... i've only rolled once."

"she doesn't know how, and plus just earlier she asked me who our supplier was. even sasha knows that!" connie looked over and you met his eyes with a glare, a deadpanned expression crossing your face and the group broke into laughter again besides you.

"connie i'm gonna fuck you up." you muttered. your mood shifted once more though when eren began placing the weed into the grinder and closed the lid handing it to you.

"work some magic, babe." you were really trying not to show how excited you were, butterflies flapping their wings and flapping them hard in your stomach, especially at the nickname. you began twisting the small container and eren's calloused hands stopped yours from grinding too much. "that's good, that's good." he took it from your hands then pulled the tray over. "i got it from here."

"yeah cause she's gonna fuck it up." jean laughed and connie joined in his eccentric laugh filling the air as well causing you to groan.

"can y'all shut up? damn. you can't roll either jean."

ooohh's from connie and sasha bounced around the room and jean looked up at you amusement dancing in his eyes. "better than you."

"at least i look good while doing it." you sassed playfully while moving invisible hair behind you ear. you could've sworn eren nodded his head from next to you, and those dumb butterflies in your stomach began moving again.

"got that right." jean snapped back just as quick a flirtatious tone to his voice that caught you off guard and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor. eren looked up for a split second before glancing at you again, his eyebrows furrowed in... confusion maybe?

"weren't you just making fun of me earlier?"

"chill, we were just playing around, girl." jean responded with a shit eating grin before forming a heart with his hand and pouting at you.

"you better stop for eren gets on your ass, you know that's his girl." connie scrunched up his nose then looks towards you and eren for a reaction that he succeeded in getting. both you and eren looking up at him; eren's eyes holding more of a curious stare and yours more threatening. eren continued sealing the blunt soon after seemingly unfazed by connie's comment.

sasha gasped and widened her eyes at you. "stop! you know they don't date." she winked at you and wiggled her eyebrows and you pretended not to see her.

"yeah, they don't even date." jean added on, wondering how the conversation flipped from you to your relationship with eren so fast. it was annoying to him in the least, the group constantly commented on how you and eren should just get together and were clearly not just best friends, but the two of you seemed to haven't taken action yet.

"might as well." connie shrugged his shoulder. "anyways, jaeger finished rolling, let's get high." connie sat up, sasha lifting her head off of his arm as he did so and clasped her hands clearly ready to hit the blunt much like everyone else.

"you want the first hit?" eren rolled the blunt between his fingertips while letting the flame singe the end looking at you with those jaded green eyes, flecks of blue dashing across them in a way that made your heart melt.

"she gets the first hit too?" connie exclaimed staring at you and eren with a bored look on his face.

"who rolled the blunt?" eren asked raising an eyebrow at connie before letting his tongue run over his bottom lip and lifting the blunt from the lighter to watch the smoke float into the air, and ugh did he look good. when connie didn't answer he answered for him, "i rolled it, i choose who goes first."

"plus shes low key a newbie, this is what? her third session with us?" sasha chimed in grabbing the pillow that connie was laying on previous and rolling onto her stomach on the floor in front of the futon.

you pursed your lips before grabbing the blunt from eren, not even noticing that his arm was placed behind you until he rubbed your side in slight encouragement, his warm smile aimed at you. you put the brown wrap to your lips and inhaled the smoke, the gas irritating your airway causing you to let out a cough you tried to hold back.

eren began to laugh at you as you broke out into a fit of coughs, your throat attempting to clear up for you, and the worse the coughs got the more of your friends started to laugh, the only thing you could do was stick your middle finger up while sasha crawled to the same desk near the door to grab you her water bottle.

"i'm crying!" sasha laughed as she rolled the bottle over to the foot of eren's bed. eren's laughs died down too after he hit the blunt and then bending down to pick it up for you, untwisting the cap and passing the drug towards connie.

"woah, chill." he said before blowing the smoke from his mouth in your face causing you to suppress more coughs and fan it away. he tilted the water bottle to your lips and you let it swim down your throat, relishing in the sweet gesture from the boy next to you.

"eren," you mumbled his name taking the water bottle from his hand. you didn't get time to finish your sentence before his door opened revealing armin standing there in his pajama pants and sweatshirt.

all gazes turned towards him as he scanned eren's room growing accustomed to the new faces and scenery. "hi." he mumbled rubbing his eyes. "when did you guys get here?"

"did you just wake up?" eren asked slight concern lacing his face.

"yeah... i heard laughing. don't forget we share a wall." armin gestured towards the wall in which eren's futon laid against.

"i didn't even know you were here. i didn't see mikasa's car so i thought both of y'all just dipped." connie passed the blunt to sasha and fanned the air of the smoke letting the rest disperse after speaking.

"mikasa is at the library. she can't stand the smell of smoke and how loud you all are. i don't blame her." armin chuckled before walking over towards sasha who hit the blunt and gave it to armin's outstretched hand.

"armin you smoke?" you couldn't help but ask, the last two smoke sessions you went to with connie, armin wasn't there. as a matter of fact you never saw much of him because he excelled above you by some and the two of you didn't share any classes, yet you definitely knew him through eren.

"everybody hear smokes except for you." sasha said hoping her words would coerce you to come to join the smoke circle more indefinitely, not just pass by a few times here and there.

armin let the smoke inhale his lungs then removed the blunt from his soft lips. "i smoke with eren sometimes. not usually with all of you guys but... sometimes?" his response came more like a question than an answer as he bent down to give the blunt to jean.

"let armin hit it a couple times." eren used his head to motion the blunt in jean's hand to armin and armin nodded in agreement.

"yeah, i'm about to go back to my room anyways." armin took the blunt back holding it between his lips while leaning against the doorframe.

"why aren't you staying?" sasha pondered sitting up and cradling her pillow to her chest. armin took one last hit then walked over passing it to you which you accepted with a kind nod.

"i should be studying with mikasa but i fell asleep. i have a test tomorrow, eren does too."

"so eren's here getting high and he has a test tomorrow?" you give eren a playful disappointed glance that lasted a little longer than it should've. he met your eyes and then let his drop down to your lips before breaking out into a smile and leaning forward, burying his head into your neck. his chain dangled almost touching your lap and you felt the strands of his hair brush against your chin causing you to twitch at the tickling feel while inhaling the smoke from the blunt. when your hand dropped down to your lap he replaced your hand with his and put the wrap in his mouth while nuzzling into you.

"mikasa made me study with her for like a week straight, i'll be fine." he whined. you let a sigh leave you and found yourself stroking the hair on eren's nape while fiddling with the clasp of his gold chain adorning his neck. the smell of his cologne was mixing in with the weed, but yet that woody pine still overpowered the plant and you couldn't help but rest your head on top of his in efforts to get closer to the source of the fragrance.

"i still don't understand why the two of you haven't gotten together." armin announced eyes flickering back and forth between you and his roommate.

sasha flailed her arms out and her expression was relieved, although her eyes went wide and her eyebrows went up, "that's what i been trying to say! they already act like they date." armin nodded his head agreeing with her.

"we don't like each other, we're just friends i don't know why you all say that." you said a little too quickly, eren pulling away from your neck finally and giving you a once-over. you missed the warmth he brought but then turned your head back towards armin.

"yeah, yeah." he giggled rolling his eyes. "okay well goodnight." eren stood up and passed the blunt to armin who took one last hit then handed it back to sasha, then the rest of the room murmured a goodnight to the blonde relaxing in silence for a minute after his leave.

eren took it upon himself to scoot back on his bed until his back was hitting the wall once he sat back down, using his hand to beckon you to follow him. "c'mere." and you obliged until you were next to him, shoulders touching.

jean looked over to connie and sasha, connie still scrolling through his phone aimlessly giggling at his home screen for whatever reason and sasha looking up at the ceiling on her back now, bag of chips on top of her stomach as she got lost in her thoughts.

"remember when we used to like each other?" jean took it upon himself to abruptly reminisce on the past in the presence of his friends. he took a hit of the blunt thats length was beginning to falter, it on the verge of becoming a roach. he leaned over and passed it on to you, eyes trained on yours, completely ignoring eren's gaze

you furrowed yourself eyebrows trying to recall the time once you figured jean was talking to you, his stare telling, which you actually could. "...oh yeah, last year. i guess i did."

eren pulled one of your legs overtop of his and let his hand settle onto your thigh.

sasha's head perked up at the sudden conversation. "oh my gosh... you did like jean for a little bit. you used to gush over him-"

"sasha! i know, i know, but that was last year."

"i wonder why we didn't get together if we both liked each other, hm." jean looked upwards and tapped his chin in almost a mocking manner. "we used to hang out a lot actually now that i think about it, me, you, sasha and connie."

connie let out another burst of laughter and let his phone to drop to his chest. "yeah, remember that one time we got kicked out of the library because sasha got caught eating like four times and she wouldn't stop after that lady told her to?"

you chortled and sasha's mouth dropped open. "i don't even remember that, i thought you got kicked out because you wouldn't stop fucking laughing and that same lady told you to shut up like seven times!" and more laughter erupted from the ones who were there that day.

you passed the blunt to eren for the umpteenth time watching him take a quick drag then beckon to sasha to grab it as he didn't want to get up. "you both got kicked out, those were two different days." you shook your head at your friends antics and looked up at eren. "they're so dumb."

eren returned your stare and only then did you notice the way his eyes were half lidded, you were sure red was rimming them even though you couldn't really tell because of the red emitting from the lights in the room. he squinted at you and scrunched up his nose. "you look high." he ignored your last sentence wanting to stray away from the conversation he was barely apart of.

"i am high, stupid."

a small 'hmph' came from the back of his throat and it happened again, his eyes dropping to your lips causing him to lick his before he brought those same eyes back up to yours. you could've kept getting lost in them if you didn't jolt at the sound of jean clearing his throat and holding the blunt out to you.

you leaned over to grab it once more. "careful, it's a roach. don't burn yourself." he warned you, so you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb and started to put it up to your lips but eren grabbed your wrist.

"wanna try something?" he asked you, plucking the faltering blunt from your hands and using the lighter beside him to fire it up a bit more. "wanna shotgun it?"

you had to trace back where you hear those words again... like a shotgun when you get to sit in the passengers seat? no, that wasn't it... you couldn't recall, but by the way sasha widened her eyes for the several time that night, the way connie's mouth dropped into an 'O', and the way jean's features were exasperated, him looking down to the bright light of his screen, you could only wonder eren's intentions.

he didn't even wait for a response from you, pulling through with his actions anyways. "inhale slowly, okay?" he inhaled as much smoke from the blunt storing it in his cheeks, the skin expanding from the inside and then leaned over his face mere inches from yours. he grabbed your chin with his fingers and you opened your mouth slightly watching as he opened his and let the smoke pour out of his tinted lips. you followed his instructions; inhaling very slowly hoping the moment could last a little longer, both of you staring at the transition of the smoke from one mouth to the other.

eren glanced to the side for a second to see if the others were watching, mainly searching for one pair of eyes. you saw his upper lip curl upwards slightly and you inched forward a little more subconsciously. eren watched the smoke grow thinner and felt the way your hands grabbed at his shirt tightly. he watched your eyes flutter and felt your noses brush together.

eren watched both of you lean in a little more until your lips brushed and came together, and felt the fireworks go off in both of your bodies, electric like sparks getting sent through his.

he ignored the gasps and groans of your friends and instead focused on the gasp that left your lips when they first connected with his, and the groan you elicited from him, lips meeting so fervently. he couldn't admit it until today but he wanted your lips on his so bad, your body on his so bad. he was so infatuated with you and the two of you being around each other majority of the time didn't help. he could only reminisce in the little touches and flirtatious gestures you passed back and forth on a regular day and use that to fuel his thoughts at night.

"eren," you mumbled against his lips your voice coming out like a whimper that went straight to his dick, causing him to wrap his arms around your body and pull you into his lap letting your legs swing over either side of him. eren didn't forget about the guests in the room, and as much as wanted to put on a little show in spite of jean, he pointed towards the door snapping his fingers twice.

"five dollars that they fuck?" sasha nudged connie's shoulder as they stood up and walked towards the door while she rolled up her chip bag bringing it with her. jean's figure was already halfway out the door, slamming it hard and making his way to the living room with the other two following.

"hell no, you're gonna owe me five dollars instead. i'm betting that they fuck."

"no, cause you know they're going to that's why i said the bet first, peanut head." sasha stuck her tongue out at connie and he shoved her out the door closing it softer than jean.

he kisses you even harder just basking in the feeling of your smooth lips against his slightly chapped ones, lips working in synchronization like they were made for each other and he felt so needy. his hands roamed your hips and waist, going underneath the jacket now hanging off your shoulders and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. your skin was so hot underneath his hand, just like the air surrounding the two of you.

you ground down into his lap and he hissed stilling your hips at the feeling, his mouth dropping into a circular shape, his eyebrows pointing up until a sigh left his lips once yours disconnected from his. you studied his face; his eyebrows scrunched up in lust and his lips parted slightly already missing the feeling of your lips. his nails dug into your hips as if you would run for whatever reason.

"_____... fuck." his tone was low and light and he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, his skin warm on yours. "you're so pretty,"

your face grew hotter than it already was and you leaned your forehead against his while your arms draped around his neck. "thank you,"

"i want you."

you closed your eyes and relished in his grip that became impossibly tight on your hips. "i want you too-"

"i wanna fuck you... i wanna feel you." eren's eyes fluttered shut as well, his forehead moving from yours to the crevice of your neck, planting his lips and nibbling on the thin skin. your breath hitched and your hold on his neck tightened. "i wanna have you."

"i'm right here, eren."

he held back a moan at how gentle and soft your voice was when you said those words, but you caught on and wanted to actually get one out of him. you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted him to shudder because of you, and you wanted your name to leave his lips like a song; but he wanted the same from you.

he was high, and high, and high off of you.

"lay down."

eren obliged with a smug smile, turning himself to the side while steadying you on his lap until his head hit the pillow, his flyaways bouncing to the sides of his face. "c'mere." just like earlier you listened to his words and leaned down so he could press his full lips against yours. his hands cradled either side of your face as you rutted your hips against him and swallowed his groans. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and his teeth pulled at it as well until you gave him entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of your tongues colliding and dancing around each other even though both of your mouths were somewhat dry from the earlier smoke session, it still felt all good.

you felt fuzzy and your body felt like it was melting into his. when you pulled back for air eren gave you that same smile he gave you earlier, and you moved your kisses down his neck. once you reached the crevice between his shoulder and neck you moved his chain aside and licked at the spot, the feeling of your warm tongue against the shy skin causing eren to hold you a little tighter. you nibbled at the pretty skin and wondered if the mark you proceeded to leave would even be visible under the gleaming red lights.

"i don't know why you're trying to give me a hickey, they already know we're fucking." eren taunted letting his hands travel up your spine until they reached your neck, smoothing his fingers over it. you bit down on the mark as a way to punish eren for his comment then kissed it, finally pulling back.

"shut up."

eren let out a low laugh, and his low eyes raked over your figure with his lip trapped between his teeth. "when did you get my jacket?" he raised and eyebrow and began to remove the fabric that was resting at your elbows after unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal your top.

oh, so it was his jacket. you let out a laugh at your idiocy; you knew it was a couple sizes too big. "you look cute in it, but i want to see you now." he threw the fabric off of his bed and let his warm hands travel up until they cupped your breasts, your back arching in the least. his thumbs ran over your nipples, the feeling making you clench on top of eren. "like this," he pulled them hem of the white top up until you lifted your arms, now only left in your shorts and socks. he didn't even question the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. "shit..." he pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple and you let the tingling feeling go down your spine until he popped off. eren begins to remove his shirt swiftly throwing it somewhere near his jacket.

you make work of your position on top of eren, scooting down on his legs and pecking his chest, abs, then v-line until your head was leveled with his dick. he stared down at you with a look of sultry while your hands worked to pull down his sweatpants. his hips lifted to help you out and you palmed at him with your hand watching him throw his head back when such a simple gesture relieved some of the tension he was feeling.

your mouth connected with his dick through the fabric, feeling for his tip that rested on his thigh and smirking against it when he hissed, hand flying to your ponytail that you threw up earlier that evening. "fuck, don't tease me like that baby."

"i wanna take my time with you." a pout formed on your face and your hands made their way to his waistband, the elastic material detailed with 'calvin klein' circling his hips.

eren's hands grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him before you could pull down his boxers. "and i want to fuck you... make you feel good."

your stomach twisted and even though you were just trying to do the same you couldn't help but rush pulling down the brunette's briefs until his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, your pussy squeezing around nothing at the view. his tip red and leaking and you knew that it'd be heavy on your tongue.

"eren..." he watched the way you eyed his aching dick, and he took it in his hands rubbing himself up and down with his hand while basking in your expression.

"hm?" you didn't even know what you wanted to say, you were just mesmerized and wasted no time prying his hands away to replace them with your own. your nimble fingertips ran over his tip to gather his precum and slide it over his length and he twitched, no, his dick twitched, and his fists clenched in anticipation for your hot mouth on him.

he decided to be courageous, to look down and try to watch you without spilling over himself too fast, i mean could you blame him if he did? your hands, the feeling of you over him, the way you would feel around him... he'd had wanted this forever and now it was in front of him.

in a way, he wanted to ruin you, not let this moment go in fear it wouldn't happen again.

so you finally attached your lips to his throbbing member, and he sucked in a breath hand trying to choose between flying to your head or to keep his hands to his self for now, but he chose the former his fist keeping a grip on your locks while you began to bob your head up and down. small sounds of pleasure left him and his eyes closed again, him trying to focus on not fucking your pretty throat so early in. he just wanted you and him to be one in every sense for as long as possible.

a mantra of 'yes,' and 'fuck,' left eren's mouth while your worked around him slicking him up and drawing lines up and down his cock with your tongue watching his reactions for a particular sensitive spot he might have; and you found it.

you went back up to his tip kissing it gently before letting the heat of your tongue slide down a vein on the side of his dick. "_____," eren moaned lifting his hips although he wasn't engulfed in your mouth. "i need it, shit, i need your mouth."

you giggled and placed his heavy dick back where he liked it for now. you felt it brush against your throat and you wondered if you could go any farther, sucking fervently and coming back up to spit on his head, adding more slick to him. when you went back down eren couldn't help it, he had felt when his tip touched your throat earlier and he most definitely wanted to feel that again.

his grip on your hair tightened when your swollen lips were wrapped around him again. he pushed your head down a little bit causing your hands to put more pressure on his thighs. eren opened his eyes to stare at you again, your mouth stretched out so lewdly over his cock, saliva starting to slide down his length from your mouth and your eyes shut as you tried to focusing on breathing. this only encouraged him further.

"i know you can take more, c'mon, go a little further." he said in a tone near a whisper while he lift his hips up more so that he could feel that ridge of your throat and hear another gag.

you pushed yourself, letting him take more control and then he felt it again; "mhm, right there baby, right there." he moaned when you whimpered, groaned and gagged, but this only pushed his animalistic fervor and he tried to push you down more but you lifted your head to catch your breath. "fuck, that feels amazing, angel."

you let the praise run over your body and went back down on him seeing how far you could go without his extra nudge then focused some more attention on his tip.

eren could feel the curdle in his lower abdomen but he tried his best to ignore it, letting your work him more. he let you swirl your tongue around him and pepper kisses down his length. he watched you try to deep throat him again and watched the tears spring from your eyes before you came back up, and all of this built up further until he tumbled over the edge spilling white heat into your mouth with a shout.

you were satisfied.

aching for him? yes, but satisfied at your job.

eren's thigh twitched and his eyes screwed shut as you didn't remove yourself from his length yet, cupping his balls and paying attention to his tip, overstimulating him, watching him shudder and gasp under you like you wanted. his dick hardened again while he contemplated whether to remove you from his length or let the over sensitivity go until he had no choice but to stop, and once again he picked the prior. "_____, please i want to be inside you now, wanna fuck you still."

you slipped off of him and crawled forward only now aware of the wet spot on your panties.

eren brought your face towards him kissing you with no hesitance despite him just being in your mouth. he pecked your lips and you smiled as he praised you. "you did so good, so good..." another peck and then his hands trailed down to the shorts you were still wearing, giving your ass a squeeze and spreading them. "but now i want to see that pretty pussy on my dick, yeah?"

you let him slide off your shorts and underwear simultaneously until your slick heat was exposed to him and to the air, feeling it brush over you before eren's hands could. your head fell to his chest feeling the cold metal of his chain underneath you, and your sore jaw parted when you felt his rough fingers gather up your wetness on them, rubbing through your slit. "eren..."

"c'mon, sit baby. we're not done yet; fuck yourself on me." he placed his lips on your the top of your head. "please?"

you picked yourself up and scoot back taking eren's dick in your hand once more. you didn't even care that he didn't have a condom, you trusted him, and you trusted the birth control you were on too.

finally you slipped down onto him and for him it felt like you were sucking him up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you. "so fucking tight... you're so wet." he groaned with his hands on your hips and yours on his chest steadying you. it had been awhile since you had been fucked and feeling so full again felt good, the stretch felt good and the slight pain subsided so quickly.

slowly, you guided yourself up and down eren's cock until you could find a good rhythm. your chest bounced above him and your ass clapped together, mixing in with the sound of your slick getting pushed in and out of you. "yeah, like that," eren hummed watching you focused, your pussy squeezing around him and you putting in the efforts to fuck yourself on him for both your pleasure.

eren's hands helped guide your body up and down him, and you leaned forward a little to add some more pressure to your clit. everything felt so good, the way he hit your cervix, the way your bud rubbed against his lower abdomen, you could definitely say this was one of the best fucks you had in a while. eren slapped your ass for encouragement before massaging the same area and relishing in your gasp.

"this feels good... and so much better when you're high." you sighed out while your face contorted in pleasure.

"or is my dick just that good?" eren joked looking up at you after your comment.

"shut it, eren.. and," you leaned forward some more. you were somewhat exhausted from riding already, thighs aching and body shivering from the pleasure. "i’m tired..." you admitted almost shamefully.

"you're tired?" he spoke in the way you would to a child while turning you around so you were on your side. his chest was against your back, the cold gold material resting between your shoulder blades and your ass snug against him. he lifted your leg and held it up while you guided him back inside of you until he was buried deep once again, this angle hitting even better.

"i got you," eren murmured against your neck while starting his pace slow. his hand trailed up to your neck and he gave it a light squeeze while pushing you further against him. he loved the way your ass bounced against his lower stomach when he started going faster, making him speed up his pace. "'m gonna fuck you so good."

you let out a slutty moan at his dirty talk, bringing a hand over to your mouth and shutting your eyes. he found that sweet spot inside of you and you couldn't help but react as well as he hit it over and over again. eren's hand on your throat went up to pull your hand off of your mouth. "don't try to hide that pretty voice, i want to hear you, i want them to hear you. get loud baby."

you were sure he felt the way you clenched around him, suffocating his dick as it slid in and out of you at a steady speed, and this time when you let out a moan you let him hear it, you were loud like he asked and tried to put your leg up even further so he could hit deeper.

"eren, fuck!" you were left pondering why you didn't think about this earlier, why you didn't listen to everybody who told you to get with eren. you could've been getting the best dick you'd gotten in years but both your stubborn, wavering feelings got in the way. "yes, oh my god, yes!" you cried out while eren bucked his hips up into you tightening his grip on your neck.

he turned your head towards him and engaged your lips again swallowing your cries and whimpers as he abused your pussy. your hand shakily made its way down to your clit to give you another push but he was quicker, dropping your leg and grabbing your wrist causing you to yelp. "eren, please."

"beg me." that same fervor from earlier returned. being edged on by your cries and shouts of his name, knowing how good he was fucking you and making you feel was such a turn on. "tell me how you want me, how you want my cum."

your breath was ragged and your leg was aching but you wanted it stretched out again where you could feel it deep. you were on the verge of tears. your hips rutted against eren for any boost, any pressure that you could get you to your high. the hand around your neck only gripped further as you didn't respond yet.

"c'mon, beg me baby."

"eren," his name came out broken, your back leaving his chest as your arched hard. "please fuck me, fuck me... please," he started to move again in the least, after all he was on the verge of cumming as well. "fuck, cum inside me, i want it, please." the sobs that left your mouth were so hot and of course he gave you what you wanted.

he fucked up into you after lifting your leg again and letting the fingers that were choking you slip into your mouth while he kissed and nibbled at your neck, speaking in between, praising you and marking you. his hand slipped from your mouth and he brought his wet fingers down to your clit rubbing for you until you toppled over the edge with a loud cry of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt gripped him like a vice over and over again as if you were trying to milk him.

"ah, fuck," the way you were squeezing around him caused him to unravel himself, white painting your walls as he filled you up with his cum, shaking himself. "_____," he heaved as the two of you tried to come down from your escapade.

your breathing was beginning to steady again but you could still feel yourself pulsing around him causing him to pull out before it became too much. "eren.." you answered back as your head relaxed against his pillow while you rested in his grip. you felt his lips against your neck again, then stopping at your shoulder blades.

you were blanking out from tiredness, only then did you realize the state you were in, hair in somewhat of a mess, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bare bodies, and marks littering your body. not to mention the cum trying to ooze out of you. you didn't even realize when eren had gotten up until he came back, wiping you clean and only assuming he did himself too. he locked his door on the way back in and slipped his boxers back on, reciprocating on you with your underwear.

you could feel the bed shift, eren crawling in bed beside you after drawing out the covers from underneath both of you and wrapping them around you and him, bringing you against him before you fell back asleep.

༄ ༄ ༄

you woke up to a hand shaking you, your eyes lazily opening.

"wake up, _____."

"eren?"

the pretty boy smiled at you and studied your features as you tried to wake up completely. you were no longer naked, or in the same position you were from last night, now wearing a plain white shirt and your underwear.

"morning, i gotta head to class soon, remember i have a test, or did i-"

"don't finish that sentence." you rolled your eyes as you sat up completely eren laughing at you. you followed his eyes, them resting on your lips like always and you took it upon yourself to lean up and kiss him, this time quite innocently, domestic almost. "sorry, morning breath, but,"

eren this time cut you off with another soft kiss, his cheeks rising from his smile as he pulled you closer to him.

you didn't want to talk it out yet, you were somewhat fine with where everything was at now, although you knew your friends and eren wouldn't want to coax a direct answer out of you sooner or later.

but you were content with the way eren kissed you just seconds ago, content with his jacket and sweats you had to wear, you were content with having to use spare bathroom products at his house, you were content with the wave armin and mikasa gave you out the door, content with the walk you and eren shared to the college, content with the last kiss he gave you before his class.

content is how you were feeling.

content.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren jaeger smut

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thefanficmonster · 4 years

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Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends.

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well.

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling.

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in.

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either.

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

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melancholyofeos · 3 years

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Someday (Part I)

Someday (Ukai Keishin x Reporter!Fem Reader) Part 1

Word Count: 1, 243

Y/N L/N’s Point of View

"Come on, y/n! It's just a volleyball game!" Your best friend tugged on your arm, leading you into the school's gymnasium.

"B-But won't we distract the players?!" You anxiously replied.

"No! If anything else, they'll get motivated because we're giving them support. Just come with me!" She urged you again. "But their coach is scary..." You murmured.

"Coach Ukai? He's not going to hurt a student, silly. Rest your pretty head."

You gave in.

Today's just a normal day, just as boring as yesterday. But what's different is that your best friend is begging you to come with her to watch the boys from the volleyball team practice.

You don't really know if that's necessary but she really wanted to go. After a few more convincing, you went with her. Nothing would happen, right?

The two of you marched towards the gym, the sun visible in the afternoon sky. It's a pretty day, too bad you won't get to hang out on the roof because you'll hang out inside the gym instead. Is it too late to back out now?

You arrived to see the boys warming up. Their scary coach gave piercing glares as they stretch their limbs. Everyone pretty much looked scared of the coach, except one.

A guy with a bald cut and thick eyebrows minded his own business as if there isn't a person supervising them. Your best friend marveled at the boys with shining eyes.

"Ah! That one is so cute! Too bad he's our upperclassman, so I don't really know his name." She said. But you're distracted, looking at the guy that caught your eyes just a few minutes ago.

"Eh? Y/n? Oh, I see what's happening here. You like that bald guy!" She exclaimed, too loud to your liking. The boys whipped their heads towards the two of you, including the guy.

You blushed two shades darker than your skin tone and smiled nervously.

"What the hell are you all looking at? We'll start the match now! No distractions!" The coach growled and everyone came back to their routines and started the game.

(Your/bestfriend's/name)

"Y/b/n! You really embarrassed me back there!" You said with a sigh. What would everyone think of you now?

"I'm sorry, y/n! But really, you like that guy don't you?!" She exclaimed, but much quieter now.

"I d-don't! Just because I looked at him doesn't mean I like him! You came here to ogle the boys didn't you?" You asked and gave your best friend an eye roll.

"I'm not even going to deny that."

The two of you watched the team in silence. They started the game and put on their practice jersey. The bald guy took the jersey number 2 and positioned himself on the court.

The game was astonishing. You didn't know how sports can look very cool since you're an unathletic person.

You prefer reading books and novels than hanging out with friends. Y/b/n is the only one who could put up with you.

'Jersey number two must be the setter', you thought.

Time passed by quickly, as you were enjoying yourself, and then their practice ended. Your best friend dragged you again out of the court to hide from the handsome guy she saw on the team.

A few days later, you realized that the bald guy is actually in your grade level. You're both third years, but he belonged in a different section. You would pass by him in the hallways with a blush on your face, and a blank look on his face.

You also knew his name, Ukai Keishin. Your best friend did some digging and asked around for 'your' sake even though you know she only wants to hear some gossip.

Turns out, he's the coach's grandson, it actually explains why he's not scared an inch of the old man.

That happened for a whole year.

You two would pass by each other almost every day in the hallway.

It seems so silly but you actually enjoyed seeing him every day, even for just a few seconds.

You've come a long way since high school. Being the shyest person in the class, who would've known that you're going to be a reporter/journalist? That job would've eaten you alive if you were still your past self.

But you're different now.

Everybody crowded the stadium, there must be a thousand or so who wanted to watch the game. Your editor tasked you to check out the game for nationals.

To be quite honest, your anxiety is eating you alive. There are tons of people, and your job is to get statements from the players and some of the spectators' opinions.

You entered the building with a sudden gush of excitement and confidence overpowering you. You had to do this, this is your job, and you love your job.

The building is so crowded, you would definitely bump into someone if you aren't careful. After a few minutes, you reached the place where the reporters and journalists have gathered.

What you saw shocked you.

The Karasuno team is playing for the spot for the nationals. They're against Aoba Johsai. Ever since graduation, you didn't have any news about your alumni school.

You just went on with your life and never looked back.

After a grueling game, the Karasuno team won. Your breath hitched every time that Oikawa guy from Aoba Johsai served. His monster serve must pack quite a punch. You could hear the echo of the ball the moment it hits the floor.

But even with that, the Karasuno team won. Your job is to take the statements of the teams that won that day.

Sighing, you made your way into the team as they're celebrating their victory in the court.

Here goes nothing...

Every step you take, your heartbeat quickens its pace. You feel like having a heart attack with the anticipation.

Now, you just need to ask for the coaches' approval. You whirled your head in the direction of the coach. He has blonde hair and is wearing a headband.

His face looks serious and his eyebrows are thick.

Why does it feel like you know him?

"Congratulations to the game. I'm y/n from (sports magazine), alumni, and a fan of Karasuno's. Care for an interview?" You said with a dash of confidence as you approached the players.

No one would even know you're freaking out inside.

"A REPORTER?!" The spiker of the freak attack, jersey number 10, shouted. Suddenly, the other one, jersey number 9, smacked him in the head.

"Boke, Hinata boke!"

"What's your problem, bakayama?!"

The silver-haired boy, the substitute setter smiled to you apologetically and rubbed his nape.

"I'm sorry about them. Who do you want to get an interview from?" He asked calmly.

"Actually, I would like to get a statement from anyone who's available on the team. But I do want to start with the coach and the teacher in charge." You replied with a smile.

He leads you to the coach, the same one you saw earlier.

"Hello, my name is y/n. Can I ask you a few questions, please?" You asked.

He gave you a playful smirk and replied, "Sure."

"Okay. First, what is your name?" You asked and took out your phone to record his response to the following questions.

He looks very confident, almost as if he's happy about something. This puzzles you, of course.

"I'm Karasuno's coach, Ukai Keishin."

#Karasuno #Haikyuu #Haikyuu!!#Anime #Ukai #ukai jr #ukai keishin #Ukai x reader #ukai keishin x reader #Ukai keishin x Y/N #Y/N #ukai x Y/N #oneshot

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ao3theskyisblue · 3 years

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(Seeing You) For All That You Are

Summary:

"How is it that whenever we meet, it's when at least one article of clothing is missing?"

"Disappointed?"

"Of course not."

*An alternate first meeting (and meetings after that) where TK and Carlos can't seem to meet up without being at least partially naked beforehand.*

Read on ao3

Wow, it’s been a while. Gotta love online school and the faulty concept of time right now 🙃

I may or may not have gotten this idea over the exam season, and literally right after I sat my ass down to work through this fic.

I hope you enjoy! 😊

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TK wasn’t quite sure how he found himself in his current predicament.

It might have been his rebellious side resurfacing from his teenage years, because when he saw that the hotel pool was open 24/7, safety at your own discretion, he thought it would be a brilliant idea to go at 3:07am, thinking he’d have the pool all to himself. It was an awkward time of the year to take a vacation after all, most office workers would be working in the middle of September, and school had just started.

He had coincidently just graduated from his undergrad at NYU, deciding to apply to become a firefighter at the last second. Since he was a little late in his application, he had a bit of free time before getting serious about his future career. His father had suggested they take a small vacation away from the hustle and bustle of the city to explore the wild – namely, hiking near the Five Finger Lakes.

He had overheard the receptionists mentioning how it had been a slow week, with tourists generally dissipating after the end of August to go back to their busy lives. So, what better time than to experience an empty pool in the early hours of the morning to wind down?

After hiking for the entire day to enjoy what nature had to offer, Owen had collapsed on one of the beds and slipped right into a deep slumber, leaving TK still high from the adrenaline rush of the hike. It was then that he remembered the pool the receptionist had kindly mentioned when they first checked in, and plus, showering in the communal showers there will prevent him from accidentally waking up his dad, who clearly needed the rest.

And lo and behold, he was correct. Other than his own quiet footsteps and the low buzzing of the diminished ceiling lights, the pool was completely empty.

Doing a few laps at his own pace, he ignored how his mind persistently nudged at him to go over every single detail of his firefighter application he had handed in earlier that day, hoping to find some flaw in the stack of documents he couldn’t fix for the 20th time anymore.

Maybe music will help.

It was easy to let his guard down when he knew he was alone – no one to judge him on his music genre, or his singing abilities. Which is how he found himself singing at the top of his lungs to Cody Simpson’s Pretty Brown Eyes, rocking his hips to the beat in what he knew was a very exaggerated manner.

The hotel lobby had been playing the song on loop for some odd reason, and the nostalgic throwback had the song quickly stuck in his head as he hummed along to the lyrics.

What was that saying, dance like no one is watching?

And that was how he found himself slamming his back against the wall of the shower stall, gesturing wildly as he half-laughed, half-sang the lines ‘hey there pretty brown eyes, whatcha’ doing later tonight?”

Everything was going splendidly. He was about to sing the next line, leaning down to pick up his bottle of body wash when it happened.

They say fate greets you in mysterious ways. It either sledgehammers you to the brutal truths of reality, or-

“Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?”

Or it greets you with a voice singing the next part of the song that wasn’t his own.

An ice-cold sensation of wakefulness hit him all at once, when he realized that that wasn’t his voice. TK froze, the next lyrics falling short as he stopped mid-dance move to look around wildly. And he made two observations.

There was someone in the shower.

He was going to fall.

He barely had time to be embarrassed by the sound of surprise he made at both realizations as he frantically moved to grab something – anything, to help with the very unfriendly meeting he was going to have with the concrete soon. Unfortunately, the only thing within his reach was the shower curtain, which did nothing to break his inevitable plummet to the very hard floor.

Dammit-

“Are you alright?”

TK groaned as he pressed the heel of his hands to his forehead, mentally assessing if there were unusual onsets of pain anywhere before deciding he was fine. Looking up, his eyes widened at the ethereal sight that greeted him.

There was a very noticeable part.

But apart from…that, standing in front of him, all towering and absolutely gorgeous, was a man. At least, TK thinks it was a man and not some god the universe decided to send down to torment his existence.

‘All animals were created equal’ his ass. Orwell was right, some were definitely more equal than others.

The man was sporting abs that would make even the best washboards jealous, water droplets dripping down the column of his neck and reaching his chest, seeming to be in a race to see which one would reach his –

TK quickly averted his gaze, his mind screaming at him to do the exact opposite, but he had manners he liked to uphold. And the residual level of self-control.

The mysterious man made a sound of realization before there was a quick shuffling, and a quiet “you can look now” in a very amused tone, and TK slowly turned to look at the man again, who was now extending a hand to him. The water droplets had now successfully made it well past the half-way point, and TK was definitely not silently cheering for the left one as the race continued towards the low-strung towel the man had haphazardly wrapped around his waist.

“Hi.” He blurted out, unconsciously letting the beautifully crafted hand pull him upright.

“Hi.” The man mused, their hands slowly releasing from each other’s grip. TK noticed the man’s eyes drifting down quickly and was that appreciation in his gaze? He couldn’t tell and decided not to dwell on it as he quickly grabbed his towel to wrap around his own lower half, cheeks now a brilliant colour of all the shades of red.

“It’s nice to…be acquainted. With all of you. Not that I was looking.” Foot insert into mouth, now.

“Mmh, right.” Or better yet, maybe praying for the ground to swallow him whole would be better.

“This is turning into one of the most awkward first meetings I’ve ever had.” TK cleared his throat in what he hoped was a casual manner, but that was definitely pushing it as this was anything but casual. “And I’ve met some people running on two hours of sleep and six cups of coffee.”

The man laughed, the deep undertone resonating within the walls of the shower room, and TK felt his own lips tipping up into a large grin at succeeding in making light of the situation.

“If it’s any solace, this is one of the best first meetings I’ve had.” The man chuckled, moving to cross his arms over his chest, sadly obscuring TK’s view of the water droplets and the resulting winner of the race.

Shame.

Though, he couldn’t really complain as the movement further accentuated the man’s biceps, and wow, how does he even fit into his clothes?

Shaking his head, TK’s grin turned into a smirk when he remembered how he had found himself in this position in the first place.

“So, I see you’re a man of culture as well.” TK raised an eyebrow, opting to shift his weight to the side in a flirty stance, further showcasing the curves of his body. The man furrowed his eyebrows slightly in confusion. “Cody Simpson fan?”

TK watched as the man snorted, shaking his head. He tried very hard to pretend that he was not very obviously staring at the wet curls coming loose at the movement.

“Not really. I’ve just heard that song in particular more times than I can keep count. Especially from my siblings.” The man rolled his eyes in exasperation, and TK grinned.

“They all have good taste then. The song suits you very well.” TK wanted very badly to wink at the end, but decided to hold himself back. This was only their first meeting after all, he didn’t want to scare him off that quickly.

“You too. The first word of the song at least.” TK blinked, bewildered, because he didn’t have brown eyes –

Oh.

He distantly wondered if his cheeks could successfully cook a rotisserie chicken at the temperature they were currently at right now.

“Did you need to finish your shower? I’m sorry for interrupting.” TK quickly changed the subject, opting to ignore how the man’s eyes glinted knowingly.

“I was about to get dressed, actually. But now I’m kind of glad I didn’t.” The man smirked. TK rolled his eyes good-naturedly, reaching out to swat at the bulky shoulder. He was about to retort something smart back when they were interrupted by the loud ringing of a phone, and TK smiled in understanding when the man shot him an apologetic look.

“That would be my sister wondering where the hell I am. I’m – I’m sorry to cut this short.” The man gestured toward the general locker area, and TK waved his hand reassuringly.

“No worries. Go ahead.” TK tilted his head towards the locker rooms and took a moment to appreciate the retreating back of the man before heading into the shower stall to finish off what he had barely started.

He hadn’t expected the man to wait for him, but TK couldn’t help but feel a small sliver of disappointment when it was completely quiet when he made his way to the lockers.

He hadn’t even asked the man for his name.

The disappointment quickly dissipated when he saw a small sliver of – was that a paper towel? stuck between the crevices of his locker with messy writing on one side that looked like someone had been in a rush while writing it.

Hey! I’m so sorry but something came up and I have to go, but it was nice meeting you! Let’s do this again someday!

TK didn’t need a mirror to know he was sporting a silly grin, eyes immediately drifting down to the number written hastily on the bottom, wasting no time in taking out his phone to input his new contact.

Looks like he had a chance to ask the man for a name after all.

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He did not, in fact, ask the man for his name.

It’s been nearly four months, and the nameless man was still saved in his phone as ‘Left Droplet’ because for one, the left droplet would have definitely won, and two, because he didn’t want his dad to accidentally see him receiving text messages from a ‘hot shower man.’ He debated over that or ‘pretty brown eyes,’ and, embarrassingly, he had spent the first couple of days switching between the two.

They had texted non-stop since then, and as they moved from one random topic to the next, names were the absolute last things on their minds. Left Droplet was slowly but surely becoming one of TK’s best friends, and they didn’t need to be on a ‘know your name’ basis for him to know that they shared something special.

What he’s learned so far in their texting spree was that the man was from Austin, Texas (1743 miles, 6 states, not that he was counting), an aspiring police officer who had just started in the police academy, the youngest of five, and too good to be true.

TK was still in honest disbelief sometimes that a man in his caliber could even exist, and to top it all off, he even chose to work in a similar field.

Currently, he was standing on the sidelines at the annual fire academy retreat for lessons on team bonding, occasionally glancing up from his phone at the uninteresting beach volleyball game going on between four of the more enthusiastic students.

Left Droplet: The person who came up with a beach retreat of all things to relax should be arrested

TK snickered at the most recent message, thumbs moving quickly to type out his own response.

TK: I thought you would enjoy activities that involved fewer articles of clothing

Left Droplet: Depends on the person I’m with

He really should have realized the uncanny coincidence before he spotted a familiar figure off in the distance. He thought he recognized the way the muscles rippled across the man’s back when he moved, the familiar strands of curls shifting slightly when he moved.

Wearing nothing but swim shorts.

When he managed to convince himself that no, his eyes were definitely not playing games with him, that it wasn’t a mirage, that the man standing a little further away was indeed the man he had been furiously texting with, TK finally made his move.

Carefully closing the distance between them, making sure not to make any sudden movements to deter from his surprise attack, TK grinned as he covered his target’s eyes with the palms of his hands. He could feel him tensing slightly, probably thinking that it was some random stranger.

Ironic, considering.

“We have got to stop meeting up like this.” TK murmured close to the man’s ear, and they grinned in tune with each other. They both laughed and TK’s grin widened when warm hands lifted to cover his own, thumbs gently caressing the inside of his wrists.

“You’ve got to admit there is a certain charm to it.” The man chuckled, and TK slowly released his hold, green eyes meeting warm brown ones once again. He briefly noted that those eyes drifted down quickly at his own lack of clothes save his summer shorts.

“What is the future Austin PD doing all the way out here?” TK asked, intrigued, as there had to be plenty of beaches in Austin, and while this beach was a good five-hour drive from New York City, it had to be a nearly two-day road trip from Austin. He was given an exasperated sigh as an answer.

“Apparently team bonding for us meant extended road trip, and this was just one of the stops.” TK took a chance to look behind the aspiring police officer to the others also a part of the trip, and interestingly enough, they were all caught up in their own game of frisbee. Or, what looked like a frisbee.

“You know what amazes me?”

TK turned back to the person standing in front of him, an unconscious smile tugging up the corners of his lips.

“What’s that?”

He watched, fascinated, as the man extended his hand once again, his eyes shining with laughter.

“I’m Carlos, it’s nice to see you again.” The man, Carlos, says, and TK has to bite his bottom lip to hold back a laugh. “I was hoping to finally have a name to go with your number when we met again, and not just ‘pretty boy I met in the shower.’”

“TK.” Accepting the extended hand, he couldn’t help but notice how their hands lingered in each other’s hold before finally separating. “It’s nice to see you again too. And to have a name to put with the face.”

“So, I’m guessing you’re also here for ‘team bonding?’” Carlos rolled his eyes at the last part, and TK nodded, tipping his head back towards where the other members of the fire academy graduating in a few weeks were.

“Yeah. Which mostly just consists of the more enthusiastic extroverts making merry while the rest of us stare at our phones.” TK deadpanned, a warmth spreading through his chest at Carlos’ responding grin. In a leap of confidence, he reached out to take Carlos’ hand in his, making sure to put on his most charming smile.

“Since you seem to be also standing on the sidelines, want to accompany me to some ice cream?” TK made sure to widen his eyes a little, dipping his head down and looking up in a way he’s practiced since he was ten when he wanted ice cream cake for dinner. Even his father, who tried his hardest not to dote too much could never resist.

He hid a smirk when he saw Carlos visibly startle, before shaking his head and smiling brightly.

“Lead the way.”

Works like a charm every time.

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They weren’t dating.

Not really, anyway.

There was the constant texting, the occasional facetime, and the fact that TK probably knew more about Carlos than the man himself.

There was the one memorable moment when Carlos had texted him, absolutely frantic, about what the hell he was supposed to wear to a wedding when he forgot all about it in the whirlwind of other life events and found the invite underneath some papers on his desk. They had facetimed then, and TK had to hold back his laughter at the sight of Carlos’ closet almost completely empty, piles of potential outfit options messily strewn all over his bed.

“You know, there’s always the option to just not wear anything.” TK snickered, and couldn’t hold back his laugh at Carlos’ deadpan stare into the camera like he was in The Office.

“Not sure the bride and groom are going to appreciate a police officer showing up naked to a wedding reception.” Carlos drawled, narrowing his eyes as TK snorted.

“They obviously have poor taste then.” TK grinned, eyes scanning lazily over the outfits on Carlos’ bed, trying not to linger on the latter and instead focus on the clothes. “The navy one. The second one on the left? Go with that one.”

TK found himself tilting his phone to try and peek at the skin that Carlos wasn’t showing, before mentally groaning when he remembered the view was given from Carlos’ end, and he couldn’t exactly reach through his own phone to shift Carlos’ a little lower.

A true shame, really.

“I have to get going in…5 minutes. Wow am I glad I’m not a girl at times like this.” Carlos muttered, and TK could hear rustling in the background as Carlos practically snatched the outfit and was most likely putting it on.

“If you were a girl, maybe you would have actually remembered days before instead of hours.” TK smirked, watching in amusement as Carlos tapped the speakers on his phone in an attempt to showcase his annoyance.

It was rather counterproductive judging by the unabashed grin on his lips every time TK could catch a glimpse of it through the hurried movement.

“Remember to send pics!” TK practically sing-songed, before bidding a quick ‘good-bye,’ leaving himself staring at the facetime screen of his phone for a while, a giddy smile on his lips.

Even with facetime, he hadn’t quite seen the entire picture Carlos painted, and appreciating him through a screen was never enough. He wanted to see for himself how the material folded around his body, feel the warmth through the soft fabric, smell the –

And that’s enough of a digress.

TK was also pretty sure Owen knew about the mysterious texts even though he never asked him outright. He knew his father was waiting for him to say it himself, but it was all so new (on a technicality basis), and TK didn’t want to accidentally break the glass before even lifting it off the shelf first.

Okay, so the ice cream date-not-date was fun, and the late afternoon shoreline walk after that was honestly very romantic. TK had boldly kissed Carlos on the cheek in parting before the two left in their own separate directions as they headed back to their homes.

They lived in two different worlds, and practically on opposite sides of the country (that may be an exaggeration, but still). The only way they met was by coincidence, both of them very obviously avoiding the subject of planned meetups.

It had been another two months before it happened again.

“How is it that whenever we meet, it’s when at least one article of clothing is missing?”

TK should honestly be surprised at hearing the voice from the person he yearned for every time over the phone so close in his vicinity, but didn’t even turn around before quipping back, “disappointed?” Smiling when he felt a hand slip around his waist, he willingly let himself be pulled in for a side hug.

It was only their third time meeting like this, in a gym shower of all places, but Carlos’ voice has since been ingrained in his memory. He leaned into the hold naturally, putting down the shirt he was seconds away from pulling over his head to wrap his arms around Carlos instead.

“Of course not.” Carlos murmured, and TK reveled in the feeling of warmth that wasn’t just from the skin-to-skin contact, looking up to see Carlos already looking down at him, eyes crinkling fondly.

“Are you going to tell me we’re sharing the same gym now?” TK mused, squirming slightly when Carlos pinched the skin above his hip in admonishment.

“The officer I’m shadowing got called out here to help with a case. This gym happened to be close to where I’m staying, so I thought I would try it out.” Carlos tilted his head, and TK immediately knew what he was going to ask.

“There was a little accident at the station and the equipment room is out of order for the meantime, and coincidentally, this gym is also close to where I live.” TK explained, groaning when Carlos’ eyes glinted knowingly.

“You mean, when you thought it would be a great idea to microwave the eggs that you forgot to cook thinking it would be faster, only to cause an explosion?” Carlos asked innocently, and TK huffed, stepping out of Carlos’ embrace to glare at the audacity.

“I did not tell you that so you could make fun of me.” TK knew he was pouting slightly, but was a little too peeved to care. It didn’t seem like Carlos got the memo, because the smile on his face only grew wider, morphing into an unabashed grin.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Just like when you told me how you thought microwaving frozen meat will make it defrost faster. What did the microwave ever do to you? The poor thing.” Carlos teased, laughing as TK didn’t even hesitate to shove his shoulder in reprimand, his own lips twitching upwards.

“You know, I’m only taking you for your word when you say you’re actually a good cook. I have yet to see for myself.” TK scowled, crossing his arms over his chest and definitely did not feel gleefully accomplished at how Carlos’ eyes seemed to linger on his arms.

“Let me show you.”

TK paused, looking up to see Carlos watching him with an unreadable look in his eyes, though he sounded determined. “I’m off until tomorrow morning, so if you’re free, would you like to have dinner with me?” Carlos continued, and TK noticed how he seemed to shift his weight slightly, fingers twitching at his sides as if – as if he was nervous.

And there it was.

The dancing around each other, the avoidance of the elephant in the room. Carlos had just offered him a steppingstone to cross the distance between their chasm of a raging river, and TK –

TK had a shift.

He didn��t, but he couldn’t – not like this.

They were simply two halves who happened to meet at the wrong time, placed into each other’s lives at the wrong moment, and…they needed time. Time to nurture whatever it was between them, time to just…be with each other.

TK wanted so badly to take Carlos’ offer, but after tonight…what then? They would still be 1743 miles apart, in two different worlds, living completely different lives.

A long-distance relationship between two first responders in two different states was bound for disaster, and TK would rather drown in his sea of emotions than mess up what he had with Carlos right now.

Swallowing back the overwhelming onslaught of emotions, TK looked down at his bare feet against the cold rubber floor sheets. He didn’t know they could actually feel cold, but right now, in this moment, it was like walking on ice.

“Carlos, I– I’m sorry. I can’t.” TK wasn’t sure if the other people in the room felt the temperature drop a couple of degrees. “I have a shift.” He winced at the blatant lie at the end, and if he could hear the lie plain as day, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Carlos had heard considering he was a police officer in training now.

The silence after that was deafening.

They’ve had their share of silence, but those were usually filled with warmth and comfort as they simply let themselves enjoy being in each other’s presence. Like that time when they sat next to each other, sharing bites of the other’s ice cream. Or that time when their hands grazed lightly against each other as they walked along the beach in the golden light of early sunset.

This kind of silence shattered the glass TK had sworn not to break.

“Okay.”

TK knew he shouldn’t have looked up.

Carlos had one hell of a poker face, but his eyes…

His eyes told him everything that was left unsaid.

The hurt. The reluctant acceptance. The frustrating trace of understanding.

TK hated the last one the most.

TK knew Carlos somewhat understood their predicament, but he had chosen to take the leap anyway- and TK had taken that bout of confidence away from him.

Sometimes life just outright sucks.

He wanted, so much, to explore whatever it was that was between them. He wanted to experience what it was like to see Carlos’ bed hair in the morning, witness his morning routine, know his quirks and find out his pet peeves. Most importantly, he wanted to get to know Carlos, heart and soul, through real-life conversation rather than some electronic device that could only do so much.

He wanted so many things, and yet, all that he could get out was,

“I need to go.”

And that was the last thing he said before they entered an entire month of silence.

The first time TK heard Taylor Swift’s song The Story of Us, he hadn’t quite understood the line ‘I never heard silence quite this loud.’

He hadn’t even noticed his phone being awfully quiet since Carlos had come into his life until the texts stopped.

One month.

One month of their not-relationship-but-also-kind-of-relationship hit a pause button.

An entire month of TK drafting out messages, checking the punctuation, saying them out loud to test the authenticity, before deleting the entire thing only to start again moments later.

He wasn’t even sure Carlos wanted to hear from him again, so his thumb always hovered over the ‘send’ button, overwhelming doubt surfacing at the last second to have him tossing his phone aside and giving up altogether.

Rinse and repeat.

So, when Carlos’ signature text tone finally sounded 32 days, 8 hours, 4 minutes, and 21 seconds after that fiasco of a conversation, he had practically leaped over the entire dining room table to get to his phone on the kitchen counter.

Carlos: Do you think fate could ever be kind to us?

TK felt the wetness slipping down his cheeks before realizing he was even crying at the simple question that had broken their wall of silence. Alone, he was free to laugh wetly as he pressed the heel of his hands to his eyes, wiping away the residual tears hastily. The hand that held his phone clenched it tighter, as if afraid the message would suddenly disappear, and he shakily tapped on the screen to open his keyboard.

TK: I don’t know about fate,

TK hesitated in typing out the next part, wanting to make sure that Carlos would understand, beyond all doubt, that he truly did believe in a someday.

They would have their time.

TK: but I think we make a pretty great team.

The next message that greeted TK through the screen had his lips stretch in a watery smile.

I believe in us.

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It was a Wednesday.

A hot, humid, and sweat-inducing Wednesday.

TK didn’t know why he was at a waterpark of all places, but his father had decided it was about time to have some ‘father and son bonding time’ and since it was one of the hottest months of the year, a waterpark it was.

He hadn’t even bothered to check where the waterpark was even located, instead trusting Owen to get them there and back.

He probably should have checked the brochure.

“You know, I’m starting to think the universe just doesn’t want me to get to know you with clothes on.”

TK startled at the voice that has seamlessly established a home within his heart so close to him, and felt the familiar flutter in his chest when he was greeted with the face of the man he was irrevocably in love with.

The revelation should have honestly been staggering; the seemingly simple four-letter word always guarded close in lock and key. But it was Carlos, and TK wasn’t sure he knew how not to love him.

Was that even a possibility?

“Must be absolute torture.” TK tried for a teasing tone, but the amount of emotion that those words held weren’t missed by Carlos’ astute nature, and he graciously sank into the offered hug. This was their first meeting after their sort-of-fight, and no amount of HD phone screens could beat the 3-D figure of the police officer in his arms.

“On the contrary,” TK rolled his eyes, laughing all the same as Carlos’ eyebrows wiggled playfully. “I’m quite enjoying it.” Carlos reached up to gently grasp one of TK’s hands that had been wrapped around his shoulders, bringing it up to his lips to delicately kiss the back of it.

“Okay, you need to stop trying to make me swoon.” TK groaned, though the bright grin on his lips told the exact opposite, and Carlos knew it.

“It’s been sixty-seven days since our last meet. Leave me alone.” TK couldn’t help an endeared tilt of his head at the low whine in Carlos’ voice, leaning forward to press a quick but meaningful kiss to the corner of Carlos’ lips. He hid his smile at the slightly stunned look, squeezing the hand that was tightly held in his.

“If you’re going to be this sappy after not even a month of us being apart, maybe we should meet in a year and see how things go.” TK teased. He watched, pleased, as Carlos immediately looked like he had bitten into something sour.

“I don’t think I can handle that.” Carlos said seriously, and once again, TK was taken aback at the raw sincerity in the man standing with barely any breathing distance before him.

“I feel the same.” TK murmured, knowing that Carlos had heard the other meaning behind his words by the way he brushed his thumb over his hip slowly.

“So, what on earth are you doing at a water park a million miles away from New York?” Carlos asked, a welcome subject change, and TK snorted.

“One, we really need to work on your geography because I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing. Two, would you like the sappy answer, the creepy answer, or the complete boring truth?” TK stepped out of their hold slowly, though still keeping their hands intertwined. Carlos chuckled, gesturing for him to continue as he knew TK was going to tell him both anyway.

This man knew him too well, and it was a wonderous feeling.

“My heart felt yours beat in the rhythm of Venture River Water Park and knew our bond couldn’t survive if I didn’t answer in tune.” TK scrunched up his nose at how cheesy that sounded, but continued anyway. “My dad wanted some family bonding time and decided to drive to the furthest waterpark he could get away with without pissing me off. I minored in Hacking 101 and tried to find your Myspace from 2003 for your darkest secrets but instead found your Instagram through your LinkedIn and saw your story so I came here so I could see you.” Carlos’ eyebrows seemed to climb higher and higher at each answer, eyes widening comically at the last part.

“Do I even want to know which one is which?” Carlos asked slowly, expression switching rapidly from terrified to bewildered.

“They’re in no particular order. Nor are they discordant.” TK grinned, this time not even holding back his laugh at Carlos’ unimpressed stare.

“You know, you do have my number. You could have just asked me for my Instagram instead of going through that loophole.” TK rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“What fun would that be?”

“Are you deliberately seeing how many rules you can break in front of a cop? As a flirting tactic?” Carlos asked incredulously, and TK could see him looking just a touch impressed, if not a little disgruntled.

“I don’t know, is it working?” TK grinned, eyes shifting slightly to see his dad still surrounded by the same women five minutes ago, looking a little out of place but still smiling politely into whatever conversation they were having.

“Always.” His eyes drifted back to Carlos, feeling his heart thudding pleasantly in his chest at the fond look that hadn’t left his gaze. He was sure his own eyes were betraying every single emotion he was feeling but couldn’t say, so he opted to lean in closer to touch their foreheads together gently.

“I really am happy to see you again.” TK said quietly, not wanting to disrupt their bubble of intimacy.

“Me too, Terence Khalifa, me too.” TK immediately reared back at that, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the self-satisfied grin on Carlos’ face.

“Did you just call me Terence? Khalifa?” TK scowled as Carlos snickered, clearly enjoying his reaction.

“It’s been what, more than half a year? I thought I would try my chances.” Carlos laughed, and TK rolled his eyes, his lips twitching up helplessly into a smile.

“I’ll give you three chances.”

“Thor Klausen.”

“My dad may be an avid fan, but no, try again.”

“Tiger Kage. With a K, of course.”

“Are you kidding – “

“Not really, Tyler Kennedy.”

TK blinked, the rejection on the tip of his tongue before he realized that he couldn’t exactly reject that, since it was exactly what the letters stood for.

What –

“How did you – “ TK studied Carlos’ innocent expression intently for a moment, before huffing. “You knew.”

“When we went for ice cream the second time we met,” Carlos’ tone seemed to soften at the memory, and TK couldn’t help mirroring the warm smile. “you dropped your wallet. When I leaned down to pick it up for you, your driver's license slipped out slightly.”

TK furrowed his eyebrows, replaying that scene from a couple of months ago again mentally. Because what he remembered was –

“I asked you to hold my stuff when I had to go to the restroom. I never dropped anything…” TK’s eyes widened in realization, reaching forward to swat Carlos’ arm in reprimand.

“You sneaky SOAB!” Carlos raised an eyebrow at that, a questioning look in his eyes.

“SOAB?”

“Son of a bi-“

“TK!” Carlos quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes darting quickly to the group of kids making their way towards them, eyes narrowing as TK’s laughs were muffled in the palm of his hands.

“-businessman.” TK grinned cheekily when Carlos let go, nudging him lightly. When he lifted his gaze again, he noticed his father now alone, the women gone somewhere else and staring at him with a puzzled expression, eyes squinting in the sunlight to try and make out who he was with.

“You should probably get back.” Carlos said, following his line of sight, and TK swallowed past the pit growing in his stomach.

“Carlos, I–“

“I know.” Carlos murmured, reaching to squeeze his arm gently. “I know. I’ll see you soon.”

TK hadn’t realized he was wringing his hands together restlessly until a familiar warmth covered them, carefully stopping his movements.

“Hopefully, the next time we meet will be with all our clothes on.” TK joked weakly, but Carlos took it in stride as always.

“By now, I’m not sure I’ll even be able to recognize you with actual clothes on.” Carlos mused, eyes shining impishly, and TK shrugged, unperturbed.

“I’ll be sure to walk in my birthday suit more often down the street to minimize that problem.”

“Please don’t. I don’t want to have to arrest you for public indecency.” Carlos groaned, though TK knew he would do no such thing.

“All worth it if it means I’ll get to see you again.” TK whispered softly.

There was a moment where they both stared at each other, each wearing delicate smiles, before TK gave Carlos’ hands one last squeeze. Turning around, he didn’t look back as he headed back to where Owen was still standing, watching him with an unreadable expression.

He knew that all his resolve would crumble the second he turned around.

And so, he marched forward.

The news caught him off guard on a mildly chilly afternoon in August.

“Austin…as in Austin, Texas?” TK blinked at his father, who was standing a little way away from him, seeming almost nervous.

“Do you know of another Austin?”

“No dad, I was just…” TK trailed off, a whirlwind of thoughts swimming through his head.

Austin.

Texas.

Carlos.

“They asked for my assistance in re-building one of the firehouses there, Station 126, and I thought it would be a great opportunity,” Owen explained, running a hand through his well-kept hair anxiously, before holding up his hands.

“-Look, if it’s too sudden, we don’t have to-“

“When do we leave?” TK couldn’t help the excitement creeping up in his tone, and he knew his father was probably thinking he was crazy, agreeing to move halfway across the country so suddenly without even needing to process it a little bit.

“Are you sure? Austin isn’t a simple few hours drive from New York, son, if you need to think about it more – “

“Dad.” TK sighed in fond exasperation, walking closer to pull his father into a tight hug. “I’m sure. Very sure. I promise; besides, it might be good for us.” TK murmured, and felt his father squeeze him a little tighter, his originally tense muscles relaxing.

“Alright.”

TK was practically vibrating the entire week before the move, and although he was a little sad leaving his old team, they all understood and wished them the best. He knew Owen knew there was definitely something else he wasn’t telling him, but took his enthusiasm in stride.

In the end, he opted to keep the move a secret from Carlos for now, wondering if it would be a nice surprise when they finally did meet.

Officially.

Austin was…different.

For one thing, the service seemed to be a little better. TK could remember the numerous occasions where his phone had cut off randomly from the plethora of skyscrapers blocking signals.

So far, everyone had been very welcoming, and he was already getting along with the new crew that they were slowly putting together. They were in the middle of playing 10 questions, and Paul had been amidst his explanation of why he had the entire collection of the Sherlock Holmes series when there was a sound of wheels against gravel in the entrance bay.

“That must be Austin PD checking up on us.” Owen hummed offhandedly, and TK immediately felt his heart leap to his throat.

“Looks like your explanation will have to wait for later, Strickland.” Judd patted Paul’s shoulder in passing, and TK followed quietly after his crewmates as they headed down the stairs. He knew he shouldn’t have his hopes up, because Austin PD wasn’t just consisted of Carlos alone, and it could literally be anyone.

“Captain Strand? I’m officer Reyes, it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Okay no, that voice was definitely –

The world seemed to sharpen in the display of wondrous colours as he laid his eyes on Carlos, standing in his police uniform in front of his father, who was currently shaking his hand.

To think he actually thought Carlos couldn’t look even better, he just had to show up in full uniform.

TK hid a small smile when he saw Carlos looking a little confused, obviously recognizing Owen from somewhere but couldn’t place where quite yet.

“Likewise.” Owen smiled politely, and TK had to hold back a laugh when his dad’s eyes widened slightly in recognition, obviously putting together whatever was about to happen in his head as the pieces all came into place. “These are some of the members of my team. Marjan, Judd, Paul, Mateo,” everyone lifted a hand or offered the officer a kind smile at the introduction, with Judd giving Carlos a fist bump.

“-and TK.”

And that was when surprised brown eyes clashed with brilliant green.

TK stepped forward slowly, chuckling softly at how wide Carlos’ eyes were, multiple emotions surfacing one after the other as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, officer. Fully-clothed this time.” TK teased, and that was what finally brought Carlos out of his stupor.

“So, TK Strand, huh?”

Right, practically a year of knowing each other, and they forgot to somehow throw their respective last names in the list. Carlos’ voice sounded a little emotional, and honestly, TK could relate, from the way his own body wanted to be as close to Carlos as physically possible, but they had time for all that later.

Right now…

“That should be my line, Carlos Reyes.”

They stepped forward at the same time, engulfed in each other's arms as reality finally dawned on them.

The distance between them was 0 miles, 0 states, and an abundant amount of time.

They finally got their chance.

#Tarlos #Tarlos fic #tk x carlos #Just a little something

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Here For You

Idol: Kim Jungeun, Kim Jiwoo (Loona)

Warning: mentions of physical and verbal abuse, homophobia

Author's note: I accidentally posted this and, in my panic, deleted it without copying the ask, so I apologize.

☕buy me a coffee☕

"Kim Lip, over there!" Looking over to where her girlfriend was pointing, the said girl squinted her eyes as she tried to look for what the latter had seen.

Jiwoo had spotted you just as they passed the window, seeing as you picked a table that was noticeable from outside. When they stepped inside the little restaurant they invited you to, she began to look in the direction her girlfriend was pointing at.

But before she could find you, herself, Jiwoo was already bouncing over to where you were sitting. And due to her calling out your name, you were quick to see the pair and flashed them a smile, giggling when you stood to greet Jiwoo with a hug.

“Y/n! I missed you!” She squeals in your ear, making you laugh when you pat her back and then pull away. “I missed you, too. Sorry I couldn’t meet you sooner.” Jungeun stopped next to Jiwoo and smiled at you when she went for a hug as well. “It’s nothing to apologize for.” She assures you. “We’ve barely even got free time, so having to delay a hangout is understandable.” She adds and you all take a seat.

“Oh, yeah. How are things with you and the girls? I saw you performed at the Soribada.” You comment. “Congratulations, by the way.”

"It was nice. A bit hectic since the audience was very limited and there were a few that snuck in to watch." Jungeun explained with a slight laugh. "There were some fansites of ours that had to be kicked out." Jiwoo pouted and you smiled affectionately at how much she really loved her fans.

"Well, when it comes to meeting their favorites, it's really no surprise that they go through such great lengths to see you." Your words made both their hearts flutter and they had to restrain themselves from saying anything because they were afraid of making things weird between you.

You just made it so hard when you spoke so passionately. Everyone could see the spark in your eyes whenever you spoke about the things you loved or things that peeked your interest. It was just so endearing and it was one of the reasons people were so attracted to you. Your friendly and kind nature drew people to you and made you such a loveable person.

"I think that applies to everyone, don't you think?" Jiwoo's smile is much softer as she looks at you, unlike her usual excited smile when she's jumping around and throwing hearts at people.

You hum softly, resting your chin against your hand and cocking your head to the side. "That's true. But sometimes the simple things are worth more than the grand gestures." You tell them and Jungeun nods her head in agreement. "I think that's what people forget these days. Wanting to do all of these things is nice, but if it's going to put them in danger, I'd rather they watch us from the safety of their own homes." She says with a bit of a grimace.

"What about you, two? What have you been up to?" The pair look to each other, smiling and then turning back to you. “There’s nothing much, but we did go on a date after the award show. Since things have been a bit hectic, we thought a little breather was the best option.” Junguen explained while she took the other girl’s hand in her own and gave it a squeeze.

You giggle at your friends while nodding your head. “If you guys wanted alone time, you could have said so, silly. We could have rescheduled our hangout, I know you have a lot on your plate.” You tell them before Jiwoo pouts at you. “But we wanted to see you! Lippie and I are with each other all the time but it’s so rare to get an off day to see you.” She explains while she subconsciously reached for your hand from across the table.

There’s something else shining in her eyes that you don’t quite understand, but she smiles at you in the same manner she usually does before pulling away. “Trust us, we’re more than happy to spend time with you.”

“And speaking of you, how are things with Hansuk?” Jungeun asked curiously while you showed her a grin and clapped your hands. “Oh! We’ve been doing great. He’s been really sweet, waking me up every time because he made breakfast, saying he wants to at least spend the morning with me before he goes to work.” You explain, pausing when a waiter came by to take your orders.

You had quickly given them what you recall to be the girls’ favorites, looking to them briefly for confirmation since you were all so caught up in conversation to check at the menu, and Jungeun had nodded whilst Jiwoo looked absolutely love struck when you turned back to the waiter to tell him your own choice before he went off.

“You guys look like you’re doing really well.” Jungeun said softly while you blinked in confusion. “What?” Jiwoo giggled at your expression before clarifying. “We were talking about you and your boyfriend, remember? Jeez, Y/n, you’re so forgetful sometimes.” She jokes while you pout. “Hey, I remembered your favorites, didn’t I?”

And that was a fact that made butterflies erupt in their stomachs.

"Well, I guess that's true." Jiwoo giggles while resting her chin against her hand. "I have to make sure my girls are well. Of course, I'd remember what you like, not just your food." Junguen reached over to lightly hit your shoulder despite the blush that was creeping up her neck when she laughed. “Why are you so cheesy?” She asked to mask her embarrassment and you burst out laughing too, the sound ringing beautifully in the pair’s ears.

It never failed to bring a smile on their faces to see you so happy.

"Okay, okay. We get it, you love us." Jiwoo giggled at you and you smiled brightly while nodding your head in approval. "Obviously, I do."

But despite that, they wished that you meant it more than what you actually did.

Because even though they were already dating each other, they would be lying if they said that they didn't feel for you what they felt with each other. Being friends for years, the affections only increased and the fondness developed into something that was far beyond friendship.

The moment they had agreed to become idols was also the moment they had decided to confess to each other how they felt, and it was fine for a while, until they had seen you for your graduation.

Seeing you again made all the memories you three had together come crashing down and they're reminded that their feelings were not exclusively for each other.

After graduation, they saw you quite often. It may not have been daily, but they saw you every week when they had the time. They were lucky enough when it was twice a week. But when you inform them that you started dating one of your other friends from high school, they were a bit disheartened to see you because of how often you spoke about the boy.

“Hey?” You called out, a confused look on your face though a smile still stayed. “Is there something on my face? You’re both staring.” You say with an embarrassed chuckle and covering your face with your hands. “Hey, no! There’s nothing on your face.” Jiwoo giggled despite her embarrassment of getting caught staring and Jungeun merely reached forward to pry your hands from your face. “Stop it, you look perfect… ly fine. So don’t worry, okay?” She had to quickly add the latter part of her statement just to cover up what she wanted to say and then flashed an awkward smile.

You ended up blinking at them and then your eyes fell to your joined hands. You had to slowly pull away with a crooked grin and then nodding your head, unaware of the hurt that crossed the latter’s face.

Luckily, your food arrived in time to push away the awkward air and you hummed in delight. “Oh, right. We’ll be sort of busy with preparing for the comeback next week, so I’m not sure we can see you.” Jiwoo explained apologetically before she saw the saddened look in your eyes.

Even when you had shown them a reassuring smile, it was clear that not being able to see either of them was sad news for you. And upon seeing that, they were quick to try and cheer you up.

“It’s not going to be that long. There are going to be days we’ll drop by and hangout.” Jungeun quickly states. “Yeah, and while we’re gone, you and Hansuk are able to see each other often, right?”

You pause for a while before Jiwoo notices the forced smile on your face when you nod your head.

“Yeah, we will.”

Right after practice, the girls were scattered around the practice room with the majority of them laying on the floor just so they could rest their legs while others were getting their things ready and still filled with energy.

“Kim Lip, get your girlfriend. I’m too tired for this.” Sooyoung groaned as she draped a face towel over her face just to prove her point and the hyper girl next to her laughed while shaking her arm in an attempt to piss her off. “Come on! We’re going home, anyway.” She claims, making the latter grunt and her girlfriend to laugh.

Jungeun got up from her place and walked over to extract her girlfriend from her best friend and handed her a water bottle. “Come on. I think you’ll want to do something else other than annoy Yves.” She stated, catching the other’s attention. “What?”

Showing her phone, your conversation was pulled up and Jiwoo scanned the most recent ones before her whole face lit up in delight. “Are we going to see her?” She squeals at the nod Jungeun gives her before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and then jumping over to her things and preparing while Sooyoung peeked from under the towel.

“Oh, thank god.” She muttered while sitting up. “I love Chuu and everything, but I don’t think I love her enough to get myself deaf.” She stated jokingly and Jungeun chuckled when she helped the latter to her feet. “It’s part of her charm.”

“You’re both loud. I can only pray for Y/n since she’s the quiet one out of you three.” That earned her a smack on the arm. “Yah!” But she only raised her arms in defense. “Thus proving my point.” She laughed and Jungeun barraged her arm with punches, though not hard enough to hurt her friend.

Off to the side, Jiwoo happily hoisted her bag on her shoulder. “Y/n, Y/n, I wonder if she ate already.” She glanced at the time and gasped. “We should get some snacks, just in case.” From beside her, Yerim grinned at the familiar name. “You’re going to visit unnie?” She questioned and the older girl nodded enthusiastically. “Kim Lip asked her if she was home, so we’re going to surprise her.”

“Can you give this to unnie? Last time, she gave us food so I wanted to give her something in return.” Yeojin produced a bead ring from her bag and Jiwoo smiled while taking the small gift. “I’m sure she’ll love it.” She beams before looking to find her girlfriend wrestling with her leader.

Laughing, she walked over, grabbing Jungeun’s bag in the process before pulling her off Sooyoung. “Come on! I want to see Y/n already!” She announces, and Jungeun huffs before taking her bag and nodding her head. “Let me just tell Haseul unnie and then we can go.”

It wasn’t really that much of an issue for them to visit since you would only stay indoors, plus your place wasn’t that far away from the dorms. So after informing Haseul and saying goodbye to everyone, the pair set off to see you, stopping by a cafe to buy some food like Jiwoo said earlier.

By the time they arrived at your front door, Jungeun was holding the paper bags filled with snacks and then Jiwoo was fishing for the key you had given them in the event that they wanted to drop by, much like today.

There was a thud from behind the door and the pair looked at each other just as Jiwoo pushed it open. Peeking inside, they called out. “Y/n? You alright?” Jiwoo asked as she looked around, kicking her shoes off, followed by the latter.

Of course, they weren’t too sure what they would be walking into when they arrived at your place, but they were very sure seeing your boyfriend towering over you, arm raised in what looked like he was ready to hit your cowering form, was not one of them.

Dropping the bags, Jungeun sprinted over to shove the male off of you whilst Jiwoo hurried to your side, pulling you away from your stunned boyfriend and furious best friend. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jungeun yelled angrily as Jiwoo looked you over, her heart sinking when she saw the small bruises on your jaw and neck.

By the looks of it, there was more that trailed down under your shirt, and it made her heart hurt to see you looking so damaged like this. “What did he do?” She asked softly and you curled up in her arms while Jungeun refused to let the male near you.

“I can have you sued for trespassing, you know that?” Your boyfriend yelled but if his intentions were to scare your friends off, then that was not working at all with the way Jungeun’s glare intensified. “This isn’t your place, and we have keys, dumbass.”

Glancing over her shoulder, the girl felt her anger flare up when she saw Jiwoo cradling you as you quietly sobbed into her shoulder. Her eyes were back on the male before she’s lifting her phone up. “I’m giving you one chance. Get out, now, or you’re going to end up in court.” And unlike Hansuk’s pitiful threat, it was clear that she was not bluffing as she had a number already on display.

“S-Screw this.” Clicking his tongue, Hansuk left almost immediately like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs, knowing that he was no match for an idol with a company to back them up. And though you were just friends with them, it was very clear that they would help you put him in jail, and he could not have that.

Right after he left, Jungeun spun around and dropped to her knees so she could get a good look at you while Jiwoo did her best to calm you down. Her fingers continued with brushing your hair while she kept your head against her shoulder, whispering sweet nothings to soothe your nerves.

Jungeun cupped your cheek and gently, her thumb grazed over one of the newer looking bruises. She held her breath as she looked to see if she was hurting you but relaxed when you looked at her. Your teary eyes made her heart ache and Jiwoo let out a sigh.

“Can you get some ice?” She asked quietly, making the blonde nod before she’s off to the kitchen to grab an ice pack, passing the bathroom so she could grab the first aid kit as well just in case there were more than just bruises on you.

Meanwhile, Jiwoo, who was usually the bright and happy girl you knew, was frowning when she cupped your face to get another look at you. “How long has he been doing this?” She questions and you struggle on deciding whether or not it was a good idea to lie to her or not.

But this was Jiwoo and Jungeun. There was no way you could lie to them. At least not again.

“Two months ago?” You mutter, not entirely sure when the dynamic of your relationship had changed. “He came home from work. He was with his friends without telling me and I was just worried but he got upset and then…” Your lower lip trembled at the memory and thankfully, Jiwoo didn’t push any further as she just tightened her arms around you and nodded her head.

For two months, you were battling this on your own? Why didn’t you tell either her or Jungeun?

Knowing that you were along in this caused her hold on you to tighten before she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re going to be fine.” She whispered before Jungeun joined you, handing the ice pack to her girlfriend and then looking at you with her lips pressed together.

“Can I look?” She asked while gesturing to your shirt and Jiwoo pressed the ice to your jaw, causing you to flinch. You bite your lip before looking down because of the question and Jungeun reaches forward to touch your face, stopping you as she runs her thumb over your bottom lip while staring into your eyes. “Don’t do that.” She tells you. “I don’t want you to get even more hurt than you already are.”

The action and the way she speaks so softly makes your heart flutter and you do your best to hide the way she’s affecting you, but Jiwoo makes it worse when she presses her cheek to your head and her other hand moves from your hair to the small of your back. “We need to check if you have any other injuries.” She murmurs and you make a small sound before reluctantly pulling away to lift your shirt.

“Promise me you won’t freak out.” The sentence alone makes them want to protest, but the pleading look in your eyes causes their mouths to shut and they nod before you finally lift your shirt to reveal the various bruises left on your skin.

And even when the obvious hand prints stared right back at them, Jiwoo was able to keep herself from saying anything as she just held you closer when her girlfriend began to apply some ointment on the bruises, double checking for any scratches.

“Why did he do this?” Jiwoo couldn’t help but ask you and you swallowed thickly while playing with your fingers. “He was… he was starting to suspect you two.” You mumbled and they could feel the nervousness radiating off you when you avoided looking at either of them. “He was telling me how I shouldn’t hang around you guys so much, and that it didn’t even matter since you had your idol careers.”

Remembering his words caused tears to spring into your eyes again. Every ounce of anger and hatred that laced his voice whenever he talked about the two, etched in your mind. He hated it that you defended them and that you would not hesitate to pick them over him, but he always managed to string you back into his clutches.

“One day, he asked me, you’re not like that, are you?” You let out a shuddering breath. “You’re not one of those. He talked about you like… like you weren’t a person, and I just-”

A sob forced itself past your lips and Jungeun put everything back in the kit before she took your hands in her own while Jiwoo continued to rub your back.

“Y/n, listen to me. Whatever he said, it isn’t true.” Jiwoo says firmly. “Just because he can’t accept us does not make you invalid. You don’t need him.” Jungeun adds when she reaches to wipe away your tears. “You can be who you are and love whoever you want. All that matters is you’re happy and safe.”

You let their words sink in and suck in a deep breath, your heart hammering against your chest. "What if… what if the person I liked was already with someone else? And the only reason I was with Hansuk to get over them?"

Jungeun isn't sure how to feel with the revelation. She's upset, yes, because if you didn't really love Hansuk, why did you force yourself into a relationship with him for this long? Why didn't you just tell them the truth? Was there something she was missing?

Jiwoo, on the other hand, was quick to speak as she brushed your hair from your face after setting the ice pack aside. "It's okay. Sometimes we make these decisions that we think will help us. You were hurting so it was understandable that you needed something to distract you from the pain.” She murmured softly while kissing your temple. Even if she was curious as to what it was you weren’t telling them, she needed to make sure that you were okay first before anything else.

Your eyes shift from Jungeun to Jiwoo before they fall down to your own hands, seeing as Jungeun kept her own atop of them, squeezing when she could see that you were thinking about something, afraid to tell them what exactly it was.

“Y/n, it’s okay. Whatever it is you want to say, we’ll listen. We aren’t going to hurt you.” She assured and you nod your head, knowing full well that it was the truth. It was just your own fear and insecurity that was pulling you back.

“I like you.” With a quick breath, you shake your head. “Both of you. And I know it’s weird and crazy, but I just didn’t know what to do. You’re my best friends but you’re together and idols, on top of that so I know that neither of you would see me the same way.” Due to your rambling, you failed to see the way the two look at each other and only looked up when Jungeun joined in to wrap her arms around you.

“Oh, Y/n.” You felt so small being in their arms, but it did give you the sense of security that you needed after Hansuk’s violent episode earlier. “You have no idea how much we wanted to hear you say that.” Jungeun chuckled when she cupped your face, causing your mouth to snap shut.

They what?

The way your eyes widened and how your mouth opened and closed to try and say something made the two of them giggle. Jiwoo had to close your mouth for you before poking your nose. “Believe it or not, Kim Lip and I were a little butt hurt when you told us you were dating Hansuk.” She tells you before earning a smack from her girlfriend. “Why would you say that?”

“Sorry!”

Sighing, Jungeun then looked at you with a small smile. “Look, we aren’t trying to push anything but we wanted you to know that Chuu and I have been talking about you for a while now. We weren’t sure how you would react, so we never brought it up.” She explained. “But then Hansuk came along and we really thought you liked him, so we backed off.” Jiwoo played with the hem of your shirt from behind. “Had we known, we would have said something sooner and we could have kept you from getting hurt.”

The reminder of you being injured made the pair frown but you were quick to shake your head and offered them a smile, taking both of their hands in your own and squeezing them. “It’s okay, he’s gone.”

“And we aren’t going anywhere.”

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #loona #loona scenarios #loona imagines #loona chuu #loona kim lip #kim lip #kim lip loona #kim lip scenario #kim lip imagines #loona kim jungeun #kim jungeun #chuu #chuu scenarios #chuu imagines #chuu loona #kim jiwoo

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vcidgalpin · 4 years

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Wolf Moon Pt 1

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 1748

A/N: This is kind of short, but I wanted to get out what I’ve written so far. I hope you enjoy this. I’m going to focus a few parts on each episode. Also I am sorry if I get anything wrong about american high schools, I am from the UK.

Warnings: Mention of a dead body?

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“Ugh, this doesn’t look right either,” I say, staring at my outfit in the mirror. This is the 4th one I’ve looked at, and it still isn’t perfect. Usually I am not one to get hung up on silly things like clothes, but tomorrow was the first day of sophomore year, and I made a promise to my mum that I would be more confident. Sighing, I walk back over to my closet, fishing through until finally I see something that catches my eye. A pair of low rise jeans that I painted butterflies onto hang near the back of my closet. Grabbing them and a white, cropped tank top, I walk into my ensuite and change into them. Standing in front of the mirror, a smile grows on my lips. ‘Finally,’ I think to myself. ‘This is the one’.

Slightly to the left of my mirror, I can see two people arguing outside my window. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. The family that I live across from always seems to be getting up to something at the most unbelievable hours. I think the boy who lives there is called Scott Mccall? Him and his buzz-haired friend, who’s name I never learned, seem so outgoing, but they seem to blend in when they’re at school. I only moved here around 2 years ago, after I was discovered by some hunters, so maybe I’m missing something, but it is a curious thing. Listening in on their conversation, with my ever so helpful werewolf hearing I lean more towards the window to get a better look.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods,” One says, way too cheerily for the matter at hand.

“A dead body?”

“No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body. And here’s the best part. They only found half,” My brows shot up upon hearing that. As I attempt to take another step towards my window I kick the corner of my desk, yelping out in pain, a few things clamoring to the floor. Still wincing in pain as I heal, I look up to see the two boys with their wide gazes directly on me. I push the curtains closed, embarrassed, and facepalm.

Swapping out my clothes for some sweats and a hoodie, I flop onto the bed. If I hadn’t been caught, I would’ve been tempted to follow them out into the woods, but now all that’s on my mind is how awkward that was. Switching off my light and setting my alarm, I eventually drift off to sleep.

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Beacon Hills High School. Getting out of my car, I hang my head, staring at my feet as I approach the school. I see those two boys from last night again, and am instantly hit with a wave of discomfort, remembering how I had been caught snooping on their exchange, so I pick up my pace in hopes of avoiding confrontation. Bursting through the doors, I catch my breath, and see a lot of people I’ve never seen before. Freshman. Some of the boys stare, and I start to think my slightly revealing outfit was a bad idea. I make a b-line for my locker, and see a stunning, doe-eyed girl standing, looking around, lost.

“Hey, it’s a bit overwhelming isn’t it?” I speak up, and she looks up at me, a shy smile on her face. “I’m Y/N. Are you a freshman?”

“Sophomore, actually. My family just moved here. I’m Allison.” She reaches out a hand, and I shake it with a grin. ‘Wow, this is going better than usual for me,’.

“I would be happy to show you where you need to go, I’m guessing you are looking for the office?”

“Actually, I was told to wait in the courtyard?”

“Ah, that’s their fancy word for the seating area in front of school. This school is all about pretending to be something it’s clearly not,” That gained a chuckle from Allison, making my few remaining nerves ease up. “Come on, I’ll walk you there before the bell rings.” I go to take a couple of steps and see her with her arm out, for me to link. Now it was my time to giggle. Linking our arms, I lead her back outside and then we part ways.

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At the back of the flow of people, I walk into first period English, to see only two seats are free. One behind Scott, next to the other boy, and one in front of said second boy, next to Scott. ‘Great, just my luck,’. I lower my head down again and go to sit in the seat available next to Scott, instantly sinking myself into the chair, wishing the floor would swallow me whole. Turning to pull my books out, I see Scott and the guy, who I should really learn the name of, exchanging looks and gesturing towards me. ‘Yeah they definitely saw me’. I try to shrug it off, delving into the syllabus on my desk instead. The teacher starts to ramble on about the body found last night, but I’m not in the headframe to listen to his monotone voice, so I try to block it out. From the corner of my eye, I see Scott wince, which seemed odd as the only noise that could be heard around the room was the rustling of papers, and the groans of the other students in the room. I focused my hearing, and came across the chiming of someone’s phone.

Outside I can see Allison sat at a bench, clearly still waiting for the teacher’s aid, or whoever, to show her around. She starts talking to her mum, fishing through her bag as she does so.

“Oh my God, I didn’t actually forget a pen,” She huffs out, scrunching up her face in annoyance at her mistake. I turn back around, to see Scott also watching Allison. ‘No, he can’t be- It’s not possible, there isn’t an alpha in Beacon Hills. I’m just being paranoid,’ I convince myself. Just a moment later, the principal walks in with Allison at his side and everyone looks up.

“Class, this is our new student. Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome,” Her eyes twinkle as they meet mine, and I give her a gentle nod. She sits in the seat behind Scott. The boy quickly grabs a pen from his pencil case and turns to her, holding it out. ‘Okay, I don’t know if I can logic my way out of that one if he isn’t a werewolf. But why is he so jumpy, he can’t have been recently turned. Then again, I would’ve smelled if- Wait! That’s it.’ I tried to get a scent from the young boy, and what I didn’t want to be true, ended up being confirmed. He’s a werewolf.

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Leaning against a locker, I chat idly to Allison, as she swaps a few things out of her own. My eyes wander down the hall, finding Scott trying to listen in, but clearly in pain from all the slamming lockers, and hundreds of conversations going on. Allison closes her locker, and he winces. I breathe out a laugh, ‘That’s what he gets for trying to listen in’. We moved to walk down the hallway before stopping, Lydia Martin now stood in our path.

“That jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?” I can’t believe she’s talking to us. She seems so untouchable, and high-key threatening. Of course, Allison doesn’t know her, so she casually replies,

“My mum was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco,” Okay, that’s kinda cool.

“And you,” She scans down my outfit, her eyes fixate on my jeans. Nerves start to crawl over my whole body under her judging stare. “Those jeans are incredible. Are they from Urban?”

“Oh-Uh, no. I actually got them from a thrift store and painted them myself,” I stutter, hoping that she doesn’t make a comment on how thrift stores are cheap or something.

“And you are my new best friends,” That caught me way off guard. Her voice seems kind of fake, but at this point, I think that’s just how she talks. Before I can register what is happening, another person hops into the conversation. Lydia’s scary boyfriend, Jackson Whittemore. She greets him with a kiss, that I avert my eyes from. I hear one of the girls from my Biology class, Harley, gossiping away.

“How is it that New Girl is here all of 5 minutes and she’s already a part of Lydia’s clique. And Y/N is too all of a sudden,” I roll my eyes at her tone, she’s a lot nicer to my face than she’s being now. But I can’t really blame her, I don’t know how I got into this situation either to be honest.

“Cus they’re hot. Beautiful people herd together.” My cheeks burn at that comment. I don’t really get compliments that often, I definitely didn’t expect to be labelled as ‘hot’, so that’s a pleasant surprise.

“Is that why Lydia isn’t herding with you?”

“Lydia’s a long term project, okay? And trust me, I’ve got all the patience in the world for a high yield investment like her,” Ah. So he likes Lydia? Interesting. I mean, I’m sure hundreds of sophomores are gunning for her too, so I guess that isn’t a shock. Hell, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.

“Anyway, I don’t think they’re that pretty. Scott, do you think they’re hot? Scott-” Ouch. I can see Scott looking in my direction, likely at Allison, but I switch my focus back onto Lydia and Jackson so as to not be noticed.

“So, this weekend, there’s a party,”

“A party?”

“Yeah, this Friday. You two should come,” Jackson looks me dead in the eyes, and I shuffle uncomfortably at the intense eye contact.

“I can’t. It’s family night this Friday. But thanks for asking,” Allison says, seemingly apologetically. But from her heartbeat, I can tell she’s lying.

“You sure? Everyone’s going after the scrimmage.”

“Like, football?”

“Lacrosse actually,” I finally found my way into the conversation. “Football is kinda laughed at here, I guess,”

“We won state championships three years in a row thanks to a certain team captain,” Lydia presses into Jackson affectionately.

“You should come and watch practice. You don’t have anywhere to be right after school do you?” Me and Allison shake our heads and are instantly grabbed by Lydia,

“Perfect. You’re coming.”

Part 2

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onewaigu · 4 years

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Ring On My Ears (Pt. 2)

Genre : projectpartners!au

Theme : fluff

Pairing : Cya(Onewe) X Reader

Description : you were going to go to Giwook's apartment to do some planning for your art project. when he left you in his room to bring in some snacks, his phone went off. hearing his ringtone, you were extremely confused because you could've sworn you heard a really familiar voice coming from it.

Part 1 Part 2

You hopped off the bus with a heave as your black guitar case casually swung behind your back. Giwook's apartment building wasn't far from the busstop so you didn't mind the weight at all.

Scanning the stretch of buildings for the address he sent you through KaTalk the other night, you finally spotted the fairly new building and headed towards it. As your hand was reaching out to press the intercom signalling Giwook of your arrival, someone came out of the building. The person probably wasn't aware of your presence at the entrance because he immediately bumped into you, almost causing you to trip over some steps.

Thankfully, he was just in time to catch you and proceeded to apologise to you profusely. As he was apologetically bowing, you awkwardly straightened out your clothes before assuring him that it was okay.

When he looked up at you, he suddenly stopped bowing. Instead, he took a long glance at you. You were about to smack the creep's head into oblivion when he excitedly asked whether you were going to see 'that one college boy on the third floor'. You simply nodded. You didn't want to continue talking to this person.

“Well then, go ahead”, he gestured inside with his head as he held the door for you.

O..kay.

“No problem, anything for Cya's friend!”, you heard him shout as you entered the building.

You paused in your tracks. Rushing back to the entrance, your head turned from left to right searching for the person but unfortunately, he was already out of sight. Maybe he had gotten the wrong person cause you had absolutely no idea who this 'Kiya' was. Much less, be his friend.

Ignoring your odd encounter, you headed up to the third floor where Giwook was staying at. He had told you that he was living alone because of the college transfer so he warned you of the mess he called home.

A few hours later, you were in Giwook's room laying flat on his bed while he strummed some chords on his bass guitar. You were caught by surprise when you learnt that Giwook had a talent for producing. Thanks to his genius, the two of you were halfway done with the music samples for the different genres.

The sound of your grumbling stomach was the cue that both of you needed a break. Giwook, being the kind friend that he was, offered to bring some snacks from the kitchen. That left you alone in his room, rotting away in boredom.

You were mindlessly reaching for Giwook's bass guitar that was lying at the corner of the bed when you heard his phone go off. At first, you ignored it thinking that he might've heard it. However after a few more calls, he still hadn't entered the room to pick up the call. Hence, you decided not to let the other person on the line feel like they were being ignored so you answered the phone.

All the while when you were waiting for Giwook to pick up his phone, you couldn't help but notice a really familiar voice coming from his ringtone. It sounded almost identical to Giwook. The only difference was that the voice coming from the ringtone was a bit harsher than Giwook's soft-spoken one. But maybe, it was just in your head. That was what you assumed..until you heard the person on the other line speak.

You froze once you had picked up the call.

“Yah Cya, why were you ignoring my calls?”, a voice asked in fake hurt.

“Giwookie's probably tired of you”, another voice in the background humoured.

You could hear laughter and struggling from the other line.

“Anyway, what time are you guys done with your school project? You do remember that we have a performance at the Rolling Hall, right?”, the first person continued.

You stayed quiet throughout the whole conversation. You didn't know how to react so your thumb automatically pressed the end call button on the screen before the other person could say anything else.

After the call ended, you slumped your back against the wall behind you with Giwook's phone still in your hand as you stared at the door. He entered the room not long after with a plateful of fried chicken and two bottles of Coke. So that's why he took so long.

He, on the otherside, took notice of his phone that was in your possession.

“Y/N, why do you have my phone?”, he quirked his eyebrow at you as he didn't want to assume wrongly.

“It's nothing, just that apparently you have two names and that the creep I met when I came here knew I was your friend”, you monotonously replied to his question.

“Oh, and I think I heard your voice coming from your ringtone”

Your eyes followed him as he placed the snacks down on his table and began to pace around his room. He scrunched his nose in deep thought. Even amidst your confusion, you thought that was adorable.

Finally after much pacing around, he stood in front of you and took a deep breath before explaining.

From what you gathered, Giwook or rather Cya was part of a newly-redebuted band. He was in charge of the bass guitar and rap. The ringtone you heard was a song from their 1st single album, 'Ring On My Ears'. So, the voice you heard was really his. They were actually supposed to perform at this performance venue in Hongdae right after the two of you had wrapped up for the day that evening.

You held up your hand to stop him mid-explanation while looking at him incredulously.

“Then what are we still doing here?”

Giwook gaped at your sudden interruption.

“You have a band to meet up with”, you said hopping off his bed and dragging his arm towards the door.

“But- the chicken”

Was he really finding an excuse right now?

“Bring them chickens along”, you continued dragging him till you reached the venue.

The place was smaller than any other concert venues you'd seen but it was cozy. There was a neon sign in front that said 'Rolling Hall'. You awed as you took in everything while Giwook, who was still in your grasp, shyly scratched his head. Your eyes caught the banners that hung from the microphones. Onewe. That was probably the name of their band.

Your eyes moved to where the drummer was supposed to be and..

“You!”, you pointed accusingly at the person who was also pointing mockingly at you.

It was the guy from before. The weird creep that let you in the building. He was in Giwook's band. As you let your mind register that fact, the drummer placed his drumsticks down to come and greet you.

“This is Harin-hyung, he plays the drums”, Giwook introduced.

“Hey, didn't you say you had a cru-”, he unfortunately didn't get to finish the sentence as Giwook nudged him in the guts with his elbow.

Oblivious to what they were talking about, you just laughed at their silly exchange seeing both faces turn red in a millisecond. Giwook's from embarrassment, Harin's from pain.

Eventually, you decided to stay and watch Onewe perform. Just before they started, you waved at Giwook or Cya from your seat at the very back. He caught you waving but only smiled at the whole crowd. Oh right, professionalism.

Then came silence. The mini concert began when the blond guitarist strummed the first few chords. Starting off cooly alongside Harin's drumming, Cya took over rapping away the familiar verses you heard from his ringtone. They were performing 'Ring On My Ears'.

A few songs in, you noticed that the Giwook on stage wasn't that one quiet boy in your art class in college. He wasn't just your art project partner either. No. He was the charismastic, passionate bass guitarist, rapper, and producer of a band called 'Onewe' who just so happened to be your friend.

You let the thought sink in as you watched the band. It was during the performances, you finally noticed a pick-shaped earring hanging from Cya's left ear, glistening under the dimly-lit hall. You couldn't help but realise that the way it kept hitting against his ear truly reminded you of something familiar.

[a/n]

aah finally part two is out y'all! giwook is babie i can't..i just wanna squish them cheekies > <

stan onewe

#oneweoneshot #onewe fluff #onewe #cya #onewecya #leegiwook #cyafluff #harin #oneweharin

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wwounu · 5 years

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It felt suffocating without Wonwoo. He hadn’t shown up for days.

You would’ve thought it was just a sickness, but Wonwoo could handle his immune system well even on down days, and when the class asks about the teacher’s absence to Minguk, he simply shrugs, juts out a bottom lip. “Dunno.” He says sadly.

Something didn’t feel correct. You weren’t left with answers or clues as to why Wonwoo has technical gone missing for a while now. The thought bothered you for days, even during your multiple of jobs.

The money was saved for good use, and this time you were sure that it was protected from your sibling until your family was stable enough to live on without you having to work for their stability in the future.

Daycare didn’t feel the same when Wonwoo wasn’t around. Days remained bright with the children, but when they began to miss him too, you were worried.

It took a toll on you somewhere through the week, thinking of what Wonwoo’s doing, thinking if he’s sleeping well, thinking if he’s getting enough sun and seeing Minguk as he regularly should. They were all excuses to make up the fact you were really thinking about him, but it would sound silly to be thinking of the guy who hasn’t communicated you in a while.

Maybe he was tired of you; that sounded right. Maybe, you imagined, he had grown to realise that you weren’t worth any time and that he wasted his time raising money for you, and that you let your walls down to yet another person who was only pitying you this whole time. Nothing about the thought was pleasant, Wonwoo was never like that, but the thoughts hit you like a brick and claw at your mind until it becomes a sick, twisted version of something you’ve loathed of thinking about—

“Excuse me?“

“Oh my gosh-” You shake out of your deep thought, collecting yourself and you bow to the customer in front of you, “I’m so sorry sir,” You confess, which you realised the slight shakiness in you, “I’m sorry for your wait. What would you like?”

Due to not raising your head, the customer requests. “For starters I wouldn’t really like to be called ’sir’ right now,” Confused, you look up, even more puzzled by the sight of Mingyu in front of you, “I’d like to keep it casual please.”

Half laughing, you do as he says, continuing the casual conversation as no one was queuing up in the shop. “Okay Mingyu — Are we okay using a first-name basis?”

“By all means.”

“What would it be for you today?”

“Sherbet and oreo ice cream please.”

Impressed, you give a look, “A regular huh? How come I’ve never seen you here before?”

Mingyu answers while you proceed to serve the ice creams. “I come here all the time, I should be asking you why I’ve never seen you around… Do you work late?”

“No, only during mornings.”

“Bingo.” Mingyu snaps his fingers. “I don’t go in the mornings. It’s always during late afternoons to midnight.”

“And you happen to come here…”

“Yeah.”

“Small world.”

“Small world,” Mingyu repeats, smiling. You continue the small talk for a while, not hinting on the topic that’s been lingering in the air.

“Here you are.” Pushing the cup to him, you add the spoons. As he reaches for his wallet to pay you, you ask, “For your girlfriend?”

Mingyu pays, waiting for you to put the money in the cash register. “No.” He answers, pushing it back to you. “For you, actually.”

Surprised by the gesture, you stare down at the oreo ice cream and a sorrowful look comes forth on your face.

“You look down.” Mingyu observes. “Thought that might cheer you up.”

Smiling apologetically, you take a bite out of the desert and reminisce a memory in an empty classroom of two, with juice boxes and oreos. “Thanks,” You say, keeping your thoughts to yourself. It was best to ask Mingyu. He was your only bridge that would hopefully give you some answers. “Say, Min-“

“If you’re asking me about Wonwoo, you already know the answer. He needs some time to himself right now, but it’s not because of you, trust me.”

“How would you know?”

“He’s my roommate. Do you think I can’t get a hint? Plus, it’s you and ‘Woo.”

“Touché.” Voicing familiar words and ignoring what Mingyu said towards the end, there was a small pang in your heart.

“Are you having your break soon?” Mingyu pops the question.

Looking at the clock behind you, you answer, “My shift ends in a few minutes.”

“Come with me. Our friends are meeting up in the park, you should come.”

“No… It’s fine Mingyu-“

“You’ve been worrying about him. The only way to stop the worries is to see him for yourself, correct?”

You untie your apron, moving your lips to the side. “I’m not saying you’re totally correct, but… I’ll agree with you.”

“Great! Oh, um, one more thing.”

You hum.

He hands you extra money, sheepishly smiling. “Can I have one more chocolate chip ice cream? It’s for my girlfriend.”

Stepping into the park felt strange. You had never felt so tense to see Wonwoo after a while, and something in the back of your made made you want to bail out last minute.

But Mingyu wasn’t stopping you any time soon, he was too busy in the moment talking about his girlfriend and his ‘friend who is his enemy’ for that whole period. The two of you stop at a basketball court, where you see all of his friends sit around or play on court, trying to chase for the ball to shoot.

Wonwoo was playing — More like standing, as he was talking to two people you hadn’t seen before. “He’s over there talking to Josh and Jihoon.” Mingyu says to you, but it was useless since you didn’t know anyone except for Wonwoo. “Hey Wonwoo!” Mingyu yells out.

“Hey Wonwoo, catch!” Another voice calls and Wonwoo looks to them first, puzzled as he holds the basketball in his hands, not knowing what to do with it. He turns to Mingyu, but spots you, who’s looking back at him.

Not knowing what to do, you run to Wonwoo and the latter drops the ball as you jump into his grasp, holding him tight like nights before. “You piece of shit,” You mumble breathlessly, “I’ve been trying to reach you for ages…”

Baffled on how to react, he softly apologises. “I’m… I’m sorry Y/N, I’ve been having a busy week with my essays and I-“

“I miss you.” You admit, silencing him. “Thank you — thank you Wonwoo — for doing everything for me, for going out of your way to control my situation than what it used to be,” God, you were crying now, “I’m so sorry you had to do so much for me, I don’t deserve it. I don’t know how to repay you — I’ll never know how-“

Wonwoo holds onto you, pulling yourselves closer. Resting his chin on your shoulder he says. “Stay. I like it like this.”

Nothing seemed to matter at that moment. As cliché as it may be, you found yourself at peace with Wonwoo, like a missing puzzle piece fitting together or an idea that clicks into place. In that moment, everything felt right, it felt wonderful, even breathing felt good.

“Jeonghan! Hey, Yoon Jeonghan! I need you to help me with… Is that Oreo and Wonwoo?!”

“Oh god,” Wonwoo says in your ear, “my best friend.”

“She saw didn’t she?” You reply, giggling in embarrassment as you feel Wonwoo’s nod. “We should let go shouldn’t we…”

“Unless you like us like this.”

“Introduce me to your friends?”

“Are you sure? Your life is going to be a lot more messier with them.”

“I can handle it. You’re the award in the end, right?”

Wonwoo chuckles, letting go of the hug and he introduces you to his spread out friends, meeting them one by one — Another surprise from Wonwoo was how some of his friends were people you didn’t expect (Junhui mainly, but thats maybe because you’ve watched his drama too).

Wonwoo explains to you that one of his friend’s was somewhere else for an entrance exam, and you would’ve been fine with it, if it wasn’t for the fact Wonwoo pulled out his phone and video called his friend — Whose name is Soonyoung and is your favourite out of his friends (excluding Goblin) — just so he could introduce him to you. Of course, Wonwoo would go the extra mile.

(Soonyoung screamed for most of the video call, but you enjoyed it nonetheless).

“And finally,” Wonwoo announces.

“Yeah, took your sweet time.” Goblin sticks her tongue out, swinging her legs off the bench before smiling to you.

“Y/N, meet Gob-“

“Can I steal Wonwoo for a little bit? A bit important here.” Seungcheol jumps in, placing both hands on Wonwoo’s shoulders before pulling him apart from you, moving to the huddle of boys who would look like a gang if it wasn’t for their goofing around.

Goblin pulls you down onto the bench, shooting you with compliments and twinkles in her eyes. She introduces herself again, formally, and begins talking to about Wonwoo and how she’ll be spilling all of his secrets to you. You liked that deal already.

While talking, you see another girl skip down to the group and waltzes to Mingyu, her pretty smile fading when he looks at her, mouthing ‘Ew’ at the male. Mingyu sighs at the action and holds up the semi-melted ice cream in front of her, which made the latter smile shyly, and lean in for a light peck on his lips, skipping to you and Goblin.

“Hey!” She greets, gasping once she looks at you. “You’re the girl Mingyu’s been on about a lot!”

“Me?” You ask.

“He tells me everything about Wonwoo, it’s like he’s love struck for him.” The girl fake gags before eating her ice cream, letting you smile and for Goblin to laugh loudly.

“We’ve all had to choose hot messes, right?” Goblin sighs, stealing some of Mingyu’s girlfriend’s ice cream.

You hum, unconsciously staring at Wonwoo’s back, “I think I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

The girls coo at you whilst you hide your embarrassed face, laughing in unison.

On Wonwoo’s side, everyone had been picking fun at the male.

“You never told me about this!” Junhui exclaims animatedly, swinging his arms before pointing at all of the boys. “Who knew-“ Jeonghan, Chan and Mingyu put their hands up, “Traitors.”

“And Soonyoung, but here’s not here.” Wonwoo adds.

“Soonyoung?!” Wonwoo shrugs again at all of their reactions — he was thankful the male went so he wouldn’t have had to spill anything.

“Wonwoo actually has a love life…” Jihoon states, amazed. “And I still don’t have one.” Minghao, hearing this, snickers and hangs an arm around Jihoon (he didn’t really like it but he could tolerate the taller).

“Is she officially your girlfriend now?” Seungkwan snoops, smiling creepily. Seokmin nudges him to stop freaking Wonwoo out. “Look, he’s turning red!”

“Ah you guys, you made him turn red,” Mingyu scolds, crossing his arms, “I’m the one who has to deal with this when we go home.”

“Guys she isn’t my girlfriend-” Wonwoo mumbles, embarrassed as he tries to hide his face.

The rest of them either laugh or coo him, nudging him, punching his arm, even messing up with his hair and pinching his cheeks (Wonwoo is so going to take revenge on Seungcheol).

Wonwoo scratches his head, awkwardly looking around until he says, “Hm, not yet anyway.”

And the rest group go crazy.

Crazy, meaning clowning Wonwoo for such a ridiculous line.

“Should I ask ‘Han what’s going on?” Goblin pouts.

Mingyu’s girlfriend shakes her head, “Best not to… But I’m dragging Mingyu out there before he gets grumpy — I’ll see you guys later! Nice meeting you Y/N!”

“Uh — You too!”

Once all the chaos had calmed down, everyone had began to leave in groups for tomorrow’s coming, and you had your chance to be alone with Wonwoo.

“Hi.” You nudge his leg with your foot. Wonwoo squints and does the same, echoing your words. “Now that we’re on talking terms again…” You surprise him by squishing his cheeks together, “Let’s go somewhere.”

“Where?” He says, disjointed.

You let go, opening your arms out. “I dunno, anywhere!” Giggling, you twirl and almost trip over your feet.

“Free spirited all of a sudden?”

“Because of you. I’ve let go of my worries for today, and I want to spend it with you.”

“Well then. Wherever you’ll go, I’ll follow.”

Placing a finger on your chin, thinking hard, you think of ideas where to go next. When you do, you look over at Wonwoo with a confident look he finds adorable.

“Got it — Minguk’s house. He’s been thinking about his Uncle Woo a lot and wants to see him again.” You say, staring at the male. You whisper, “Don’t tell him that though, he told me to keep it a secret…”

“Of course. I’ve missed him too.”

Thus, beginning your walk to the destination. Whilst focusing on the sound of your shoes stepping on the stone and the shadows moving along you in the bright yellow glow, Wonwoo turns his head and smirks a little without your realisation.

“What about you? Have you been thinking about me too?”

Huffing to cover up a tempting smile, you answer him. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about my Wonyu a lot.”

And in the golden glow and breeze, nothing between the two of you couldn’t get anymore beautiful.

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART SIXTEEN — Intimidating!Wonwoo x Easy-Going!Reader

a small cameo i see?

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shesadramaqueen · 5 years

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My Curly Haired; Roger Taylor x N!Reader

Requested by: anonymous

Your bio reminded me of a thought I had, being whenever we think of curly hair, Brian comes to mind,so I wanted to know if you could do something where the reader, who also has curly hair, asks Brian his hair routine and they start talking about hair all the time and even end bonding because of it. The rest of the band obviously gets annoyed and roger, who’s the reader with, jealous over the sudden approximation between them. Ik this might sound silly, but it’s just something fun I thought of

Summary: Roger knew you would get along with his bandmates perfectly fine when he brought you in to meet each other. Perhaps, you got along a bit more than fine with a specific curly haired boy. A bit too much for his liking.

Context: based in the early/mid-70’s.

Word Count: 4.9 K

Warnings: bit of angst, alcohol, swearing, a bit of sexual tension if you squint, the L bomb

A/N: I did this a bit more Roger centred than you requested for plot purposes, hope that is alright! I also used neutral pronouns as gender wasn’t specified! I actually used parts of my hair routine for this lmfao so here you go. And yes I used a gif of Ben!Roger and Gwilym!Brian but it reflected the angst I was looking for

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You didn’t really expect all of that to happen when Roger brought you in to meet his band.

You and Roger had been dating for a while now but had never met his mates until one night, when he dragged you to one of their gigs. Maybe not drag, but certainly you felt a bit out of place as that wasn’t your usual scenario.

And that’s how ended up standing in the front row, almost blind in alcohol and screaming senseless lyrics that definitely weren’t the ones from the songs. Still, you were having the time of your life and never wanted it to end.

Roger was looking like a five course meal behind the drum set, of course. The sweat suited him. Yet you couldn’t help your eyes drifting to the guitarist from time to time.

It wasn’t him as a whole what kept your eyes glued to him (he was cute but, having Roger Taylor as your boyfriend, what else could you ask for?), but his perfect curls that fell on his shoulders. You were so jealous that your hair didn’t look like that.

When he appeared on stage you gasped so hard you saw one of the body guards glance at you curiously, despite him being next to an amp.

What kind of sorcery was that? Never in your life had you seen such perfect hair. It was just breathtaking. At one point you really did wonder: ‘Is this guy real or did someone put LSD in my drink?’.

When the concert eventually came to an end, you were both sad and excited. You didn’t want it to end, as you were having the time of your life, but you also knew that then you’d head backstage and properly meet Roger’s friends. Which meant showering the curly haired boy with questions about his gorgeous mane, as the alcohol didn’t let you feel the shame you generally felt on your every day life.

It wasn’t until you started walking that you noticed how intoxicated you were, and your attempts to look more sober were in vain, so when you reached the door that connected to where the band was, the bodyguards stopped you from going through.

“This is backstage, miss. Staff only” one of them seriously said, while also trying to be comprehensive with your situation.

“But my boyfriend is there!” you managed to slurr out. The two guards looked at each other, amused. “I’m serious! Go ask him, the drummer! Roger Taylor, that is.” You really had to bang your brain for a second to get his name out, and if you were able to in that moment, you’d feel so embarrased for it.

One of them shrugged and went in search for the blond one, knowing you wouldn’t leave.

Some mintutes later, your lover’s head perked up from the door with furrowed brows and you squealed.

“Roger!!” You blurted out with a big grin and he went to hug you. “You guys were amazing up there! You were all like boom and I was all like woooow, you know?”

When he pulled back, he had a smirk painted on his face. “Are you drunk, Y/N?”

“I’m not” you snorted, and booped his nose before continuing. “Haven’t touched a single drop of alcohol in all night.” You smiled innocently and he laughed.

“Not true! You can barely keep your eyes open!” And that was a fact. You could feel the heaviness in not only your eyelids but also your whole body.

“’t’s alright! Now let’s go backstage, I want to meet-” you tried to walk towards the door, but stumbled with your own feet. You were glad Roger was there to catch you, because you would have fallen otherwise.

“The only place you’re going, lovepie,” he said while helping you get on your feet “is home.”

You pouted. “But I want to meet them! I have lots of questions.” You crossed your arms, ready to throw a tantarum.

“You can meet them another day, sweetheart” he said and held your cheek. “But you probably would end up puking all over them right now.”

You threw your head back and groaned. “Fine!” at which he smiled and kissed your cheek.

“Let’s go then” he said and wrapped an arm around your waist to help you stabilize while walking.

“Wait, aren’t you staying?” the confused puppy look you wore made the man beside you laugh lightly.

“And let you go home alone? Not a chance”.

“But this place is so cool!” you exclaimed. “Would you really miss a party for me?” tears started welling up in your eyes.

“You know I’d do anything for you, asshat.” That’s what it took for you to start to messily cry with loud sobs, much to his amusement. “Alright let’s get you home”.

You got outside and the cold air that hit your face made you sober up just enough to calm your weepings down.

You both waited by the road, Roger trying to get a cab’s attention while you clinged onto him, snuffling your nose and wiping the tears off your face.

When one finally pulled over, you were already half asleep, so you clumsily got inside the car, gave the adress of your apartment and then snuzzled up next to Rog, your eyelids falling shut.

“Who was the guy with the guitar?” you asked after some minutes of silence, barely conscious.

“That’s Brian, why?” he answered softly. You shrugged.

“Do you think he’s wearing a wig?” Roger scoffed, thinking you were joking. Only after not seeing you laugh he noticed you were dead serious, and he scrunched his face.

“Do I thin- what?” you could feel the confusion in his voice and you furrowed your eyebrows, but didn’t bother to open your eyes to look at him.

“Do you think Brian wears a wig? Or maybe it’s a perm.” Roger couldn’t believe the nonsense you were mumbling.

“Y/N, babe, that’s his real hair” you suddenly sat up straight, startling Roger, and looked at him with excitedness.

“It is? So if I tug his hair, it will hurt him?” you could see a big ‘what the actual fuck’ written on Roger’s face, but didn’t understand why he was so confused.

“…It’s attached to his scalp?”

“Huh. Too bad it’s not a wig” you said leaning back on him again and closing your eyes.

“Why?” he asked, and hesitantely wrapped an arm around you, scared you would shot up again.

“Well because then I could put it on. Obviously” you mumbled as if it was the most evident thing in the world.

That was the last thing you remembered from the night.

A killer headache is what woke you up the morning after.

“Shit” you groaned with your eyes still closed, massaging the bridge of your nose to try and alleviate the pressure that hugged your head tightly. You rolled in the bed and thanked the heavens when you saw a painkiller and a glass of water in the nightstand.

After taking it, you got up with difficulties and headed to kitchen, from where you could smell fresh coffee. Standing there was Roger giving you a great view, as he was only in boxers, eating a toast with some marmalade on it. You wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Good morning, sleepbug” he said softly and you could feel your headache ease with the mere sound of his voice.

“Good morning” you mumbled and kissed his shoulderblade before pulling away and serving yourself a cup of coffee.

You leaned against the counter and stared off into the distance, frowning and trying to remember what happened the night before. “Rog, could you give me a slight sum up of what happened yesterday?”

It’s not that you didn’t remember it; you did know what happened, or at least the outline of it, but you wanted to make sure nothing escaped your memory.

“Alright so, long story short, you went to our gig, got dead drunk and started crying when I said I’d accompany you home because you were too shit faced to meet the boys, asked weird stuff in the car and then passed out. I had to carry you all the way up here and let me tell you, my arms were tired from drumming.” He raised an eyebrow at you and you bit your lip, trying your best not to laugh.

“Sorry about that.” You smiled apologetically but it faded away when you went over his words in your mind. “Wait, asked weird stuff?”

Your night was all pretty clear until the cab part. You knew you talked, but in that moment your mind lingered between the unconsciousness of sleep and the drunk consciousness, so you couldn’t make out the exact conversation that happened.

“Yeah. You asked if Brian’s hair was his real hair? For some reason, you firmly believed it was a perm or even a bloody wig” he mocked you jokingly but you swallowed hard. For a moment, you actually believed the guitarist had been product of your imagination.

“You are not telling him that” you said wearily.

“Oh, you bet I am, love. It’s the first thing I’m going to tell him when I see him” he had a shit eating smirk on his face that you wanted to rip off with all your heart.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stuck his tongue out at you. “I swear, Taylor”.

He giggled and held you by the waist. “Why do you care so much? You were drunk, it’s not relevant”.

“That’s literally the most embarrassing thing I’ve said in my entire life” you smiled pressing your lips together. “Please keep that pretty mouth of yours shut” you murmured and kissed the base of his jaw, one of his weak spots, and he shivered.

“Alright”.

“Good boy.” You winked at him before pulling away. You drank the rest of your coffee and stretched your back, putting your arms up. “I’m going to shower, I feel disgusting. You coming?”

“Would love to, but can’t. Gotta go to the studio today. In fact,” he glanced at the kitchen clock “I should start getting ready and get going if I don’t want to arrive later than Freddie”.

You both headed into your bedroom: you to get rid of your clothes and get a towel and him to put some on.

When he was done, he kissed your cheek. “Want to grab lunch later? We could go to that pub near the studio”.

“Sure! Be there at… 12:30?”

“Perfect. See you later, love” he said before pecking your lips.

“Later, baby” he gave your ass a smack before heading out with a final wink.

When you heard the main door close behind him, you sighed and headed into the bathroom.

You turned on the shower to let the water heat up and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair, as always, was absolute chaos, and you frowned in frustration.

Because you were the only one in your family with curly hair, no one had taught you how to take care of it, and you didn’t know how. It drove you crazy: if you didn’t brush it, the curls and knots would cramp over each other. If you did, it became a frizzy mess. And even if you didn’t brush it, it was frizzy.

That was the natural state of your hair and despite seeing people with perfect curls, you had learned to deal with it. That was until you saw his hair, now you felt ashamed of the thing on top of your head.

This was a good thing, you tried to convince yourself. You would be able to ask him about his secrets to keep it so beautiful, as he was someone you’d come to know eventually, but you were too ashamed and you knew you’d feel intimidated around him.

“Whatever. I guess I’ll have to drink again to be able to ask him and get great hair” you sighed before grabbing the brush and detangling your hair, shedding a couple tears in the process, so it could be easily manageable to wash in the shower.

“Fucking hell” you sneered when you got out of the taxi due to the temperature change. “I wish I would have dried my hair” you scolded yourself before rushing towards the cozy pub that you and Roger frequented to.

You peaked inside when you reached the glass door. On one of the tables near the entrance, you could see Roger talking and next to him… a mass of perfect curls.

“Shit” you whispered as you retreated quickly and hid yourself behind one of the walls that were next to the door. You felt like your heart could jump out of your chest. “My hair is a fucking mess” you screamed-whispered and bit your lip in nervousness.

You couldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him, you had to play it cool. And so you covered yourself with the hood of Roger’s sweater, took a few breaths and headed inside.

As soon as your boyfriend saw you, he grinned brightly and raised his arm so you could spot him, despite being one of the few people inside the local.

“Hi!” you said when you reached them. You gave the blond one a peck on the lips before smiling at the man next to him. “Brian, right? I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. I didn’t know you would be joining us today” you said and flinched a little.

‘Did that sound uninviting?’

“Oh, I won’t. I came because Roger kept insisting how good the beers are here and I didn’t believe him.” He raised his almost empty mug at you before looking at his friend. “I guess I was wrong” he chuckled before drinking again, and you laughed nervously.

Roger frowned and gave you a quizzical look before signalling you to sit down. Not until then you had realized you were awkwardly standing there, so you rushed to sit down while you felt a faint blush creeping up your face.

There was silence for a moment until Brian set his glass down and got up. “Well, I guess I’ll get going. You’re paying.” Roger switched his curious gaze on you to him with an offended expression.

“No I’m not! You pay your shit!” he said dramatically and you snorted.

“Nope” he emphasised the p, making the boy in front of you groan. He wrapped his colourful scarf around his neck before turning at you with a kind smile. “Bye, Y/N” he then turned to Roger. “Finish that damn song already, drummer” at which Roger flipped him off as a goodbye.

Brian chuckled and started walking away, your gaze not leaving him as he became smaller the furhter away he was, his hair bouncing with grace over his shoulders.

When he was out the door, you closed your eyes and sighed before looking at Roger, who was staring at you intently. “What?” you asked.

“What was that?” he questioned back.

“What was what?” you picked up the menu and started eyeing it to avert his gaze, even if you always ordered the same thing when you came here.

You could feel Roger’s eyes on you while silence settled tensly for some seconds before he shrugged. “Nothing” he said before looking at his own menu.

That’s how you found yourself staring at Brian more than you should have. More than you’d like to. The sight of him made the self hatred towards your hair increase, but it also struck you every time.

‘Fucking ridiculous’ you thought, mouth hanging open when you saw him enter the studio in a particularly humid and rainy day without a single strand of hair out of place. ‘He doesn’t have a single bad hair day’.

The past few days you had gone in the studio with Roger, as you were on a break from university and only worked in the afternoons. You would rather spend time with the band, who you had already met, than hang around in your apartment doing nothing.

The thought of being made fun of terrified you so bad you started wearing the most unbelievable accessories and hairstyles so your hair would stay hidden, which Freddie would giggle at every time he saw you.

Roger, on the other hand, seemed a little off. A bit too weary, too tense, too cranky and you didn’t know why. Specially he was like that around Brian.

You were sitting on the sofa of the recording room next to Roger one morning, watching Brian record his part. You had to say, that was also something breathtaking. His technique and way of playing was something from another world, and you found yourself staring in awe once again.

When you turned to Roger to comment how good the new song sounded so far after Brian did a particularly good riff, you saw him roll his eyes while staring at the booth with the most annoyed expression. You furrowed your brows, confused.

You were about to ask what was wrong when the door swinged open.

“Your turn, mate” a sweaty Brian commented with a smirk. Roger glared at him for a second before huffing and getting up to go to the booth, stomping his feet on his way.

“Oookay” Brian said, not knowing what was going on with him either, before plopping down in the couch next to you.

“You were killer in there! I can’t wait to hear how the song turns out” you exclaimed excitedly. The fact that you were awkward around him didn’t stop you both from getting along perfectly fine.

“Thanks! I worked pretty hard on that one and I really like how it turned out” you smiled at him before turning your attention to the booth, where you could see Roger angrily yell at Freddie through the glass, the last one wearing a smug smile as he had mutted the sound so not a single complaint from the drummmer could be heard.

You scoffed and shook your head at your boyfriend’s attitude.

“Unbelievable, isn’t he?” You turned your head only to see Brian already staring intently at you. “What? Is there something on my face?”

He smiled and looked down. “No, sorry for staring.” He looked at you again and slightly frowned before speaking up. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you”.

You unconsciously fixed your slouched posture and bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a bit anxious. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Well, uh,” he started and looked to his side “I don’t mean to be rude but, I’ve noticed you’ve er… been staring at me?” Your eyes opened up dramatically. “At first I thought it was my imagination but I don’t think it is. Again, I’m not trying to put you on the spot but I’d really like to know why that is.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile.

You could feel your cheeks burn as you looked down and played with the trim of your hoodie. Had you really been that obvious?

“I’m sorry” you started and chuckled slightly. “I really didn’t mean to do it, sorry. I don’t want this to sound weird but, I really like your hair”.

He blinked rapidly and blushed slightly. “My hair?”

“Yeah! I’ve honestly never seen anyone with a hair like yours. I’m pretty much obsessed with it and that is why my eyes drift to it much more than I’d like to… Mainly because I have curly hair myself, kinda”.

“Well, thank you so much, really…” He softly said. “I’m flattered. And what do you mean kinda?”

“I do have curly hair but as I don’t know how to take care of it, it looks horrible and anything but curly. That’s why I always wear something on my head, so it can’t be seen. I feel intimidated around you because of that.” You said the last part so quietly you doubted he heard you.

“Well, why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I didn’t want to come off as a weirdo”.

“You literally stare at me” he pointed out jokingly.

“Fair point” you laughed and noticed that you didn’t feel embarrassed anymore. Now that you had broken the barrier between the two of you, you felt relaxed and confident enough to talk to him about this topic, something you should have done long ago. “So, will you help me?”

“'Course!” You smiled at him, thankful. “You could take your hood off, though?”

“Shit. Yeah, sure” you mumbled rushedly and bit your lip before you pulled the fabric off your head, unleashing your damaged hair that went all over the place. You silently prayed the others were too distracted so they wouldn’t notice it.

He inhaled sharply. “Oh, wow”.

“I know” you said while getting some of it out of your face. “It’s messy and damaged and horrible. I used to straighten it but it got really bad so I stopped and started wearing stuff that would cover it or different hairstyles that would ‘control’ it.” You picked a lock and started inspecting it. “I just don’t know what to do so I really could use your help.”

“First of all, don’t brush your hair when it’s dry” he said cringing a bit at the thought of it. “It’s very damaging and causes breakage. Instead detangle it in the shower when it’s literally soaked in conditioner. And talking about that don’t wash it too often… leave around 4 or 5 days in between wash day” you furrowed your brows at this.

“What do you mean? Won’t it get like, dirty and dry?” He chuckled slightly.

“That’s why you refresh your hair every day in order for your curls to always look good. I personally shake my hair up with my hands, wet it and apply some curl definer cream and some conditioner before scrunching. Then I just let the air do its job and hope for the best.” He shrugged and paused for a second before continuing. “A big lifehack is sleeping with a pineapple ponytail which basically means a loose ponytail on top of your head, but if you find it uncomfortable you could also carefully wrap your hair with a silk scarf.”

You held your hand up to make him stop talking, as the information was overflowing your head. “How come you know all of this?” You asked, feeling a bit dizzy.

“I’ve talked to a lot of people and tried a lot of stuff. It’s basically trial and error” he smiled at you sympathetically. “We’ll get your curls looking amazing, I promise”.

“Thank you so much, Brian” you kissed his cheek and just in that moment Roger came into the room and you put your hood on once again.

You saw him shoot a deadly look at the man next to you and decided to intervene.

“Hey love, how was the recording?” You asked completely oblivious to why your boyfriend seemed so annoyed.

“Fine” he growled.

You tilted your head slightly. 'Huh? What did I even do?’

Freddie sensed the tension and spoke up. “How about we take a break?” He said clasping his hands together.

You felt everything had been good since that day: your friendship with Brian was flourishing beautifully, as you both talked all day long about every topic that came to mind. Your hair also looked better than it ever had, and this boosted your confidence into another level, which had Freddie extra happy and excited.

The only thing that still seemed off was Roger, but you figured that it was because of the pressure from the album, as he sometimes got extra snappy when he felt stressed, so you decided to give him space and not overwhelm him.

At first, John and Fred were quite happy to see the guitarist and you getting along so well, but as the deadline of the album drew near, the warm feeling was replaced with an exasperating one.

One morning you were happily chatting with Brian while Freddie was scribbling down some lyrics, John was playing on his bass and Roger was sitting on his stool, twirling his drumsticks, when the bassist finally fed up.

“Look, Y/N, we get it. You and Brian have a lot in common and whatever but we’re supposed to be working so please can you leave it for later?” He snapped and stopped playing.

“I agree, darling. We’re not here to hang out” Freddie said calmly but you could sense the slight irritation in his tone.

“Sorry guys” you said and couldn’t help but giggle, so you leaned into Brian’s neck to hide it, while he also tried not to laugh at their annoyance.

You snapped out of your happy state when you heard a loud noise, which made you shot your head up.

Roger had stood up so abruptly he had knocked down his stool, and you were only able to catch a glimpse of him before he stormed out of the room. You immediately got up to go after him, feeling very worried.

Following the trail of cold air, you walked through the hallway until you saw the fire emergency door open. You approached it and peeked through the glass.

Roger was sitting on the floor, with his chin resting on his arms that were leaning on one of the railings and with his legs hanging out the platform, cigarrete in his mouth.

“Hey” you said softly. He didn’t answer, but just glanced at you for a second before returning his gaze to the passing cars below.

You sighed and sat next to him while he took a drag. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

He snorted, clearly upset. “What’s wrong? Obviously nothing. I’m fucking great, can’t you see?”

You crossed your arms, feeling slightly annoyed. “Look, if you’re pissed I’m sorry, but you have no right to snap at me like that, I’m just trying to help you.” You were about to get up when Roger put a hand over your arm to stop you from leaving.

A couple of seconds passed by until he spoke up. “I’m jealous” he mumbled and dropped his hand off you.

“What?” You asked, not sure if you heard right.

“I’m jealous, okay?” He exclaimed and looked at you in the eye.

“Jealous?” You said, not believing what you just heard. “What eve- wait is this because of Brian?” Roger looked away, ashamed. “I can’t believe this. You’re jealous of one of your best mates?”

He shrugged. “It’s fucking stupid and I hate feeling like this, but I see you both getting along so good and being with each other so much I can’t help but wonder… What if you’ve finally realised that I’m not good enough for you? What if you finally got tired of me?” His voice grew weaker with every word he said and he hid his profile with his hair to not give away the tears that welled up in his eyes.

That’s when you became aware of what was happening. He wasn’t being possessive over you or angry at you. He was insecure over himself and scared Brian might be able to steal you away, as he felt his friend was much better than he was.

“Roger, we literally talk about hair.” You held his hand and squeezed it.

“I know and it’s so stupid but… I don’t know.” He took one last drag and threw the cigarette’s butt down, watching it fall to avoid your avid gaze. You grabbed his face and made him look into your eyes.

“Roger, that won’t happen. I’m not going to leave you for Brian or for anyone. I don’t deserve better because you’re already the best thing that has happened to me.” He was moved by your words, but still they didn’t convince him completely.

“And how do you know that won’t happen?” Your heart clenched at the sight of him being so vulnerable.

“Baby, I don’t know if any of that will happen in the future, but I’m sure it won’t happen now. It won’t because I love you, Roger”.

“You what?” His eyes widened in shock. Not until a second later you realized it had been the first time you had said it and you were surprised that those words left your mouth. Still, it felt right.

“I love you and I’m not going to leave you” you repeated, smiling brightly, and you could feel Roger melt into your hands.

“I love you too, Y/N” Your heart raced at his words, feeling so happy you could combust.

You leaned in to kiss him, but a cough beside you made you jump instead.

“Can we please get back to work?” Deaky was leaning in the door frame with crossed arms and quirked brows.

“Are you joking?” Roger groaned. “We’ve literally been here for 5 minutes.” John rolled his eyes.

“I want you on the recording room in a minute” he said looking at you both carefully before walking away.

“Now, where were we?” Your boyfriend said with a dorky smile before kissing you.

His soft and warm lips on yours made butterflies fly in your stomach and you smiled against him, which made him do it as well.

You broke the kiss and he pouted. “'C'mon!” You giggled. “Let’s go back, you have to record your solo now.” His frown changed into a big smile.

“Yes, let’s go!” He excitedly exclaimed and rushed to go back to the booth, not even waiting for you.

“Darn it, I love him” you muttered to yourself while going after him. “I really do.”

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Chapter 8: Well dang, Casanova, better try a different route

The whole day, the only thing I could focus on was meeting the merman. Even when I met with Ethan, the fish-like being was in the back of my mind.

“Why did you want to meet?” Ethan asked, hands in his pockets and eyes on the ground.

I exhaled softly. “I wanted to talk to you in person.”

He kicked the sidewalk with his busted up converse. “You wanted to turn me down to my face.”

“I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And I talked it over with my mom.”

“Mom, Ethan likes me. What should I do?”

My mother looked up with a start from where she had been working. “Ethan?”

“Yeah. He asked me out and I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Oh? And what did you decide?”

“I want to make as many people as happy as I can. Would you be happy if I accepted?”

“Only if you are. I don’t want you to be miserable because you don’t like him.”

“I don’t know.” I sighed. “I don’t know if it’s crueler to never let myself be open to it or to try and find out that I can’t.”

“I don’t know either, America. Do what you think is wise. I’ll support you either way.”

I hugged her tightly. “Thanks, mom. I love you.”

He didn’t say anything, but I could tell from his body language that he was expecting a negative word.

“Yes.”

For a moment he didn’t react. Then he looked up from the sidewalk and stared at me, dark eyes bewildered. “Wait, what?”

“I want to try.” I told him. “Try us.”

For a long moment he just watched me, like this was all a cruel joke and he was waiting for the punchline. Receiving none, he let out a shaky laugh.

“Y’know, I fully expected you to stomp on me. I don’t...I wasn’t prepared for this.” He scratched his blond head and avoided my gaze.

“You’re happy?” I hoped he was.

“More than you know.” He smiled at me.

It was the kind of smile that broke through the clouds on a dreary day. The kind of smile that warmed you from your nose to your toes. The kind of smile that told me I was doing something right.

“I have work this afternoon, but do you want to do something this evening?”

I was reminded of my appointment with the merman and cursed him. “I can’t. Tomorrow morning?”

His nose wrinkled. “You know I hate mornings.”

I bit my lip as guilt hit.

“Ames, I’m teasing. Of course we can meet tomorrow morning.”

“Eight? Old clubhouse?”

“Perfect.” And to my surprise, he bent down and kissed my nose.

I squeaked. He smiled, wished me well, then hopped onto the sidewalk and disappeared into the building.

~!!~

All day my focus bounced from my meeting that night and Ethan. I couldn’t decide which was more important. In the end, I ended up blasting my music and painting for a while. I was behind on my commissions and needed to work.

The sharp smell of the paints were a slight distraction from the way Ethan had glowed. But the pale, washed out blue mimicked the color of the merman’s fins.

I audibly cursed and rubbed my eyes. There was no cure for whatever I was suffering from. ~!!~

My feet quietly thumped on the dock. The wood was still warm under my feet, a reminder for how nice the day had been.

“Hello?” I called, sitting down on the edge.

Nobody replied. Feeling a little silly, I pulled out my phone. A couple minutes till sunset.

Ethan had texted me a couple minutes ago, but it seemed strange and rude to text him while waiting for another guy. When I thought about it that way, what I was doing seemed even worse. But I couldn’t date a merman. That wasn’t really possible, right? The difference in species definitely threw a wrench in my nonexistent Date A Mer plan.

The merman surfaced, and I tucked away my phone, Ethan left unopened and momentarily paused.

“Hi. I didn’t make you wait long, did I?” He greeted, shaking some of the water off of his face.

“No.” I replied truthfully.

“Okay, good.”

“I guess merfolk are generally punctual?”

“It’s rude to make people wait.” He pointed out.

“Fair point.”

We were both quiet for a moment, then he spoke up again. “My people call me Kailani but I prefer Kai.”

“America.”

He cocked his head, eyes wide. “Like the country?”

I nodded.

His expression briefly soured, then brightened again. It was a little startling. We made small talk, and again I noticed his voice dipped and pitched oddly. I mentioned it, and to my surprise, his fair skin went pink.

“I know. I can’t figure out how to project it above water. It sounds so strange compared to what I’m used to.” He said, embarrassed.

I waved my hand. “Don’t worry about it. It’s kind of endearing.”

He blinked a couple times, then went pinker and smiled a little.

“So do you have to be in the water the whole time or can you be out of the water?”

“I can be out of the water but I can’t let my fins dry out.”

I nodded in understanding. It made sense.

“So can you change your fins to feet?” I wiggled my fingers, mimicking... something.

To my shock, he burst into laughter. Now I felt kind of stupid, and looked down at my feet.

“Is that what humans think we can do? No, I can’t. I’ve never heard of the Mer changing species.” He chuckled. “I am what I am.”

“Have you ever wanted to change?”

He looked thoughtful, his expression growing distant. “Recently, yes. Often.”

“That’s so sad. Why?”

He shook his head. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

I dropped it. To his credit, he asked an unrelated question. “Do all humans adopt other creatures and keep them as pets? It’s a custom I find strange.”

I laughed and clapped my hands cheerily. “Yes!! A lot of us do!”

“But why?” He seemed bewildered.

“Because we have this innate sense to protect things that are smaller and things we find cute. We want to nurture them, and we get a lot of happiness and satisfaction out of it.”

He seemed bemused by the idea. “How strange.”

/~!!~/

She’s exotic. That’s the first word that came to my mind whenever I looked at her. The intelligence behind her dark eyes that were smoked with gold dust, (I think it’s called makeup,) the loose shirt she wore, the dark hair cut short and angular and close to her head...

I wanted to touch her. To know what a human felt like. The curiosity was killing me. I knew I was partially human, but it didn’t feel like it. Especially after seeing a full human; I was constantly reminded of how inhuman I was.

But she still seemed wary around me, and I couldn’t blame her. I knew I seemed foreign to her, something that was probably feared. I did my best to convince her that I was far from terrifying, and I could only hope it was working.

“How did your parents come about to call you America?” I asked curiously.

An exotic name for an exotic creature. I wanted to know everything I could about her. Her family, her wants and dreams, how she came to find my conch shell, why she let me out of that net...

Whether she had found my shell or not, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t tell my dad because it was humiliating that I almost became wall art and jewelry for some messed up human; he was mad at me as it was, he didn’t need any other reason to send me off to military school.

Like it or not, I owed her a huge debt that I doubted I could repay. A Life Debt wasn’t easy to compensate, and the fact she had my shell didn’t make it any easier. I highly doubted she knew the significance of it.

Frankly, I wanted her to keep it. Her having it meant I was connected to her to some extent. I liked the idea of being attached to something that actually made me want to get out and explore.

“My dad was from Hawaii and my mom’s from New York. They both moved here after meeting at college. My mom’s a florist and my dad had extended family here. He was an artist.” She explained.

“Was?” I cocked my head, trying to understand why she was using the past tense.

“He passed away.” She looked uncomfortable.

My heart in my chest ached for her. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

She waved it off.

“What’s a florist?” I changed the subject.

“A florist? It’s someone who arranges flowers for a living.”

“What’s a flower?” I felt kind of dumb for asking, but I was also genuinely wondering.

Her dark eyes widened. “A flower is a type of pretty plant. Wait, I’ll show you.”

She scrambled to her feet and darted off the dock, leaving a colorful, square box on the wooden surface. I wanted to touch it, figure out what it was, but didn’t dare.

She came back with a fistful of bright blue plants. They were pretty, I guess, though strangely shaped.

“These are flowers.” She said, offering one to me.

I tentatively reached up and took it, then turned it over and over in my hands. It was bizarre, with a sharp, but not unpleasant, odor. When I pulled off one of the blue things, I think she called it a petal, and stuck it in my mouth to taste it, she immediately freaked out.

“Don’t eat it! It’s not edible!” She exclaimed.

I quickly spat it out. It didn’t taste good, anyway. It limply floated on the surface of the water.

“You have strange plants. It tasted terrible.” I bobbed up and put the flower back onto the dock.

She picked up the small box and tossed it between her hands. “I guess, if you say so. I think it’s perfectly normal, but to each his own.”

“What’s that?” I asked, changing the subject as she fiddled with the outer layer of it.

“Oh, this? It’s my phone.” At my confused expression, she elaborated. “It lets me talk to people from great distances.”

“Ohhh.” I nodded. “Okay. We have something similar.”

She pressed a button, and the screen lit up. She sent me an apologetic look as her fingers flew across the screen. “Sorry. I need to reply.”

“It’s all good. Is it your mom?”

“My boyfriend.”

Both of my hearts seized up and I almost choked on my own spit. “Oh.”

She cast me a funny look. “Is there something wrong?”

“Nope.” I lied weakly. “Everything’s great. Message your boyfriend.”

“Do merpeople date?” She looked back at the screen; the blue glow lit up her face in a way that I somehow found irritating.

“Yeah.” I said, gritting my teeth at how she studied her phone.

I wanted to rip it from her grip and bash it against the rocks. Tell her that she belonged to me.

But that wouldn’t be fair. It wouldn’t be right. It was my fault she was attached to me, and she didn’t even know it.

“I should probably get going soon.” She said a couple minutes later.

“Mmkay.” I watched her stifle a yawn, noting how smooth and round her teeth looked.

Fascinating.

“Good night, Kai.” Something jumped in my chest at her words. At the way her voice pronounced my name, like it was something casual but significant.

“Night, America.” I watched her stand up and stretch, then wave and walk away. I hauled myself up on the dock to watch her disappear up the rocky path.

“She has a fucking boyfriend.” I growled to myself, smashing my fist on the dock.

It thudded uselessly on the wood, echoing how I felt about the whole thing. I didn’t go straight home, instead joining a pack of sharks and attacking small schools of fish to relieve my frustrations.

Humans and their customs were so aggravating.

#chapter 8

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artpharos · 5 years

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gladmoon 28 :)

28. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Formal events were never Moon’s thing. She’d grown up in the suburbs of Kanto, where the most formal thing she ever attended was a distant relative’s wedding, and in Alola, formal events were even more of a rarity. The few she did attend as Champion of Alola were more on the traditional Pay-Respect-To-The-Tapu type of festivals which she loved, and didn’t include silky evening gowns, wine or dancing.

And oh, she hated dancing. She wasn’t graceful or elegant, or light on her feet. And she wasn’t used to being led, to having to synch herself up with a partner. Even if that partner happened to be the guy who was her rival and secret sort-of-crush.

But here she was, her hand in Gladion’s, attempting to waltz across the ballroom of the Hano Grand Resort.

It didn’t help that she had no formal dance training until one week ago. Didn’t help that she wasn’t used to the tight shoes she wore, or the beat of the waltz, and ended up stepping on Gladion’s poor toes more times than she could count. Didn’t help that he looked absolutely suave in a black suit, even if he still refused to change his ridiculous hair, and merely registered each time she accidentally stepped onto him with a small, silent grimace.

It was hard to look at him directly. Which was stupid. They had battled plenty of times- together, against each other, from the depths of the Akala jungle to the offices of Aether to the peak of Mount Lanakila. But somehow, looking at how prim and proper Gladion could be in a formal setting like this was unnerving. He was unfazed by the company around them, all polite smiles and smooth words. With a frown, she realized that the President of Aether was a completely different person than the thorny boy with scruffy clothes she was so familiar with.

That wasn’t to say that she regretted coming. When he asked for her help, it wasn’t as if she could refuse. Never mind that it was a fancy shmancy charity ball Aether was throwing to garner good PR. Never mind that she had to dress up, or learn to dance. When Gladion fixed her with that intense stare of his, all but begged for her to be his plus one… Moon couldn’t say no.

But on the other hand, the night was turning out horribly, as expected. Gladion hadn’t said a word since they started this dance, but he was definitely favouring his left foot after she’d stepped on his right far too many times. His expression had been dour when he asked her for a dance, but it had been growing progressively longer, and she couldn’t tell if he was bored by the party or annoyed with her. She was a fish out of water, completely clueless how to act or behave…present company included. The people around them were mostly of Alola’s upper class- not the trainers she rubbed shoulders with. What she wouldn’t give to see Hau stuffing his face with a malasada, or Hala chasing down a Tauros right around now.

“You okay?”

Moon stiffened. The sudden question was gruff, directed at her. It was also the first time he’d spoken to her ever since they started dancing. Glancing at him through her bangs, she nodded. “Yeah. Just distracted.”

With a thin smile, he asked, “Is that why you keep stepping on my feet?”

“Sorry.” She winced, even as she did just that. She flashed Gladion an apologetic smile, shrinking slightly from his grimace. “Guess you’re regretting asking me to join you, huh?”

Gladion rolled his eyes. “Better you than Hau. That monkey would be stuffing his face at the buffet table right about now.”

Despite herself, she snorted. Instead of the disapproving glare she expected from Prim and Proper Gladion however, his face cracked a small, relieved smile.

“There it is,” he murmured.

Moon frowned. “What is?” she asked.

“Your smile.” Gladion glanced to the side as he led them down the dance floor. “You haven’t used it all night.”

Despite herself, she felt warmth creeping up the nape of her neck. She hadn’t noticed at all, until he mentioned it. “I guess I’m just a bit… overwhelmed by all of this,” she admitted.

“Glitz and glamour not your style, huh?” He smirked then, a flash of familiarity. “Of all things the Champion of Alola would be afraid of.”

She puffed out her cheeks. “I’m not afraid!”

“Of course not,” he deadpanned. “That’s why you’ve been as skittish as a Deerling all night.”

“Am not!”

He rolled his eyes. Leaning in close, his whispered in her ear, “If it scares you, you can keep your eyes on me.”

She stiffened, eyes wide. Of all things to say! But before she could respond, she stumbled, and with a yelp, ended up falling straight into Gladion’s arms.

Moon was sure her face was crimson right now. Gladion’s suit smelled nice, and his body warmth was strangely comforting. She wouldn’t have minded staying like that forever, except they were in the middle of a huge ballroom, and really, she didn’t need more reasons for Gladion to regret asking her along. Drawing up all her pride, she hastily pulled herself back up and picked up the dance once more, almost wishing she could make like a Decidueye and pull up a hood to hide from the embarrassment of it all.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“What for?"

Hesitantly, she lifted her gaze. Instead of prim and proper Gladion, or even the usual stoic, frowny Gladion she was used to, he was watching her with a gentle expression on his face. The face he’d use when he was around Silvally and his pokemon. The one she glimpsed only occasionally, when he’d confide in her, talk to her, say things that made her heart skip a beat. When the toughness of his exterior faded, and there would be a softness about him that made her feel safe.

It was a look that she never knew how to respond to.

Picking up on her silence, he frowned. "It’s not as if I expected you to be perfect,” he said seriously, twirling them around once more, somehow avoiding her feet. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I asked you.”

Moon wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Hesitantly, she quipped, “Did your feet?”

He snorted, and a small smile tugged on her lips. Summoning up all her courage, she asked him, “Why’d you ask me, though? Are you really that much of a masochist?”

Gladion pursed his lips, wincing only when she stepped on his feet once more. “I’d like to think not,” he admitted. “My rationale was, no matter how many times you stepped on my feet, it’d still be far more preferable to be in your company if I had to be trapped here than with anyone else.”

Moon flushed. With a straight face, she managed, “Even Hau?”

Gladion paused to think. “You have a point. He’d look fabulous in that dress of yours.”

Unbidden, laughter bubbled from her lips, and she tried to stifle it the best she could before it drew too many curious stares. Still, she saw the way Gladion’s eyes softened, the way the tension in his shoulders eased. With a final flourish, he spun her, and finally, the waltz was at an end.

Politely, he led her back to the side of the room, but now his step was lighter, and the false smile he wore earlier in the evening was replaced by one that seemed… relieved.

Realization dawned as his fingers squeezed hers gently. “Were you… worried about me?” she asked.

Gladion paused. Eyed an eclair at the buffet table and made a show of popping one whole in his mouth before he turned to her. Noncommittally, he shrugged. “You weren’t acting like yourself.”

“Neither were you.” Moon bit her lip. Seeing the puzzlement in his eyes, she continued, “You fit here. Not like me.”

“What, just because I can dance and act like the president, you think I enjoy this?” Gladion snorted. Lowering his head to her ear, he whispered, “Not a chance.”

There was a conspiratorial smirk on his face. At the sight of it, Moon chuckled. It was silly how nervous she’d been. Despite how different he looked, Gladion was still Gladion. After everything they’d been through together, there was a part of him that she knew and trusted, without reservations. He had her back, just like she always had his.

Leaning in, she murmured, “I’ve an idea. How about, as soon as we’re able, we get out of here and hit up the Battle Dome?”

“That’s easily oh, another hour.” Gladion grimaced. “Think you can handle it?”

Moon grinned. Tugging him out to the dance floor, she offered him her free hand. “I’ll keep my eyes on you. Just watch out for my feet.”

And with a laugh, Gladion took her hand as the music struck up once more.

#pokemon #lonashipping #ask replies #fanfic #thanks for dragging me back into lona hell anon 8'D

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weasleyimaginewheezes · 6 years

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Fred x Reader / Birthday surprises

A/n Okay so firstly HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the best fictional twins around! And secondly I did say I was doing birthday requests today and this is the first one I got. I'm sorry it took longer than expected and I apologise for not fulfilling the other requests made yet but I promise I’m working on them :). Also sorry if this is a bit rushed or inaccurate I really wanted to write and publish it today. This was requested by a lovely anon and just a little reminder that I’m still up for any requests you want with any hp character. I have three fics lined up to publish today as well so yay me for productivity! A/n

Request: hi! could I request a birthday fic for Fred x reader where he thinks the readers forgotten his birthday (she’s been avoiding him etc) but she’s just planning a huge bday party! super super fluffy please!! loved your last fred fic it was so cute! thank you!!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,962

Fred POV

Fred was getting annoyed now. It had been a whole week since you’d had a proper conversation with him, not just a hurried greeting or fleeting kiss but a real conversation. At this point he didn’t even care if it was about rubber ducks, he just wanted to speak with you for longer than 5 minutes.

He hadn’t realised he was taking his irritation out by attempting to bend a mental spoon until George nudged him and removed all cutlery out of his sight. “Merlin knows what’d you do with the forks.” Him and Lee laughed but Fred was currently bouncing in his seat trying to get your attention as you walked in discussing something with Luna. You smiled and waved but instead of sitting with him as you usually would you sat with Luna. This was fine of course but it didn’t make Fred any less suspicious.

George followed Fred’s line of sight to you and sighed. He hit his brother round the head. “Um, ow.” Fred looked highly irritated at his brother who just smirked as he ate his toast.

“Will you stop drooling over your girlfriend and actually eat something so we can get going?” Lee nodded in agreement with George and Fred went along with it, eating his cereal whilst only occasionally stealing glances to see you deep in conversation with Luna.

Your POV

“Okay so we have banners, decorations and,” You ticked off things on your list as you made your way down the page. “Cake? Do we have cake?” You looked sharpishly at Ginny who looked worried.

“Um not right now but Dobby promised he was making something up.” She looked to harry for confirmation and once he assured her, she nodded confidently.

“Fine. As long as it doesn’t have a sock as a cake topper, it’ll be fine.” Ginny laughed but you remained serious. When you thought of the idea for a surprise party for the twins in the common room, you could never have anticipated the amount of work that went into planning one. Everyone was eager to help yet stay a short distance from you when possible.

Luna and Ginny had become your biggest helpers with Hermione ensuring everyone remained in check. The main problem was you sucked at keeping secrets, well secret. Your excitement usually bubbles over and before you know it the whole school has found out. So you kept your distance from the twins for the past week whilst you planned and hoped to Merlin they didn’t hate you for it. You had even gone to the extent of ducking behind statutes whenever you saw a twin approach. This was usually because you were carrying something obvious like a bewitched banner that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED AND GEORGE!”

Luna had strolled past at that exact moment and just as the twin had walked out of earshot, she said “(y/n) are you playing a hiding game?” She jumped behind the statue with you hoping to play whatever game it was and you shook your head before confiding in Luna about your plans. Since then Luna had become your right hand woman and she was surprisingly good at planning it alongside you.

You checked of several more things off of your checklist discussing things with the group that surrounded you. “Everything’s cleared with Mcgonagall so we’re good on that front.” Suddenly Neville hissed at you as you spoke about the crate of butterbeer. His eyes widened and his head frantically nodded toward the door where Fred and George had just entered.

Fred POV

Fred was cracking his brother up with a joke about Filch as he walked through the portrait hole. He strode in and saw a small crowd of Gryffindors surrounding a table near the back. They all looked up at the twins and dispersed appearing to act nonchalant but failing miserably. Fred’s cheerful expression fell as he saw you at what was the centre of the crowd. He saw you hurriedly hide something from view and Fred’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t quite given up trying but he was sure that you in their worst case scenario you were up to one of either two things; planning to break up with him or cheating on him. And he didn’t like a single option of what he was thinking.

You smiled at him as he made his way over. “Hey you.”

“Hey, Love.” Fred reached down to peck your lips and he was happy when you joyfully returned the gesture. “What you up to?” He hoped he was being as coy as he could. You just shrugged.

“Nothing important just homework.” You discreetly gathered up your things and made to head upstairs to hide them but Fred stopped you.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Fred looked throughly concerned. You nodded. “Are we alright?” Fred looked even more worried and your heart plummeted. This must look terrible on your end but when he sees the end surprise it’ll all be worth it, you thought.

“Of course we are, silly.” You smiled widely and kissed him with as much love as you felt towards him. It almost knocked him off his feet. It was a short yet passionate kiss, you hoped it was enough to reassure him. He smiled dazedly as you passed him to go upstairs.

Your POV

The day arrived and everything was set. Dobby had made a cake in the twins favourite flavours. Decorations were brought along with Butterbeer and a collection of Fred and George’s favourite sweets from honeydukes.

It was a Sunday so everything around the castle was pretty quiet, you woke up early out of excitement for the party and decided to go and enjoy the lake in the sunshine.

Then at 2pm, Harry and Ron challenged the twins to a quidditch match while the pitch was quiet and everything set in motion. You left to retrieve the cake from the kitchens and whilst you were gone, Luna, Hermione, Neville and Ginny had strung up every decoration around the common room. By 3pm the common room was decked out with decorations of all varieties to much confusion for the first years. It was your job to go and get Fred and George so you made your way down to the pitch.

Fred POV

Fred had woke up eager for his birthday, he jumped on George’s bed to wake him up which didn’t take a lot. They both dressed and strutted downstairs confidently waiting to hear a chorus of happy birthday but it never came. In fact everything seemed normal, “how boring.” George mumbled to Fred. He agreed.

Almost everyone wished them happy birthday to which they both smiled and nodded but it was all lowkey which was disappointing for both of them.

The only person that Fred desperately wanted to talk to was absent from the common room. He searched around the front area of the castle but you weren’t there. Just as he made his way back to the common room with George, Harry and Ron along with some other Gryffindors asked them for a game of quidditch and they accepted.

But Fred was hardly enjoying his spontaneous game of quidditch. His mind kept straying to you. He had a terrible feeling you were planning to break up with him and he needed to talk to you. He timed out of the game of quidditch and set in his path to find you. Luckily you were not far from the pitch when he reached you.

You were pleasantly surprised to see him there and you gave him a warm excited smile. He hardly returned it, “(y/n) we need to talk.” You looked concerned at his words but we’re too excited.

“Okay but right now we need to get George and go to the common room.” Your voice was bubbly and Fred doubted his thoughts. You were in a very cheery mood for someone who wanted to break up with him.

You grabbed his hand and ran with him to get George. Fred was utterly and completely confused. As you arrived at the common room, Fred stopped you at the portrait hole. “(Y/n)? Are you breaking up with me?” Fred’s eyes looked sadly at you as yours widened and you shook your head vigorously.

“What?! Of course not.” You were shocked. You were scared Fred would get the wrong idea from the start and now it had happened. George was stood awkwardly to the side staring at the ceiling.

“Why have you been avoiding me then?” You grabbed Fred’s hand and sighed, he looked hesitant but you just smiled asking him silently to trust you. You gestured for George to follow as the portrait hole opened up and all 3 of you stepped inside. The whole common room looked dark and empty until the lights came on and everyone yelled “surprise!”

Fred and George looked around shocked and definitely surprised. You were proud of yourself, it took a lot to surprise Fred and George who knew all the tricks in the book.

George made his way into the room as you looked apologetically at Fred. “I’m sorry about avoiding you and not speaking very much but I was just so excited and I didn’t want to spoil it all.” Fred beamed at you and moved closer.

“You did all of this for me?” He asked and his voice was shaky slightly with emotion. You nodded.

“Well, and George,” Fred’s eyebrows quirked up as you gestured to where George was admiring the chocolate coated cake, Ginny batted his hand away from it. “But mostly you. My lovely adoring, sweet, funny boyfriend who I never ever want to break up with.” You looked sweetly into his eyes and pulled Fred closer by the collar of his robes. He had gone red either from the proximity to you or embarrassment at jumping to the conclusion he did.

You both moved in closer to kiss each other more passionately than you had done it weeks. You hadn’t realised how much you had missed Fred’s warm lips until they were moving against your own. All of a sudden the kiss sped up and Fred’s tongue slipped into your mouth causing you to almost moan until you realised where you were and pulled away quickly. Fred chased after your lips but you just grabbed his hand and pulled him further into the common room to loud cheers from his friends and family.

Just as Ginny lit the candles with her wand, you turned to see George puckering his lips out to you jokingly. You smacked him away with a laugh as a loud chorus of happy birthday began and the party set into full swing.

3 hours later and the party was still going, you were snuggled up with Fred laughing about something or other as some of the others danced around the common room.

“I’m so glad you didn’t break up with me.” Fred smiled as he kissed your cheek and you happily returned the expression. You patted his knee and muttered a ‘me too’ before kissing him fully and enjoying the taste of butterbeer and chocolate cake on his lips. “You plan a really good party.”

“Thank you. I had help.” You smiled at Ginny, Luna and the others who had helped you. “But next year, maybe we can just go to Hogsmeade?” Fred laughed and agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss and going to get you another butterbeer.

“Oh and by the way, despite the whole thinking you were going to break up with me thing,” you laughed as Fred peered from behind the sofa, whispering into you ear. “Best. birthday. Ever.” He punctuated each word with a kiss and it made you smile from ear to ear.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred and george #happy birthday fred and george #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #hp imagine #my fic #fluff #angst #but not really

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sweetbyte · 6 years

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I know no one asked for a kpop au fic and i know its gonna be a multichap but the voices in my head!! Haha, just kidding. Thank to @ruiyuki for entertaining me. The title is from Big Bang song, Lets not fall in love, its a nice listen. Every title will be kpop themed

Let’s not fall in love

They’re trainees when they first meet, trainees being used as back up dancers. It’s efficient and convenient for their label, and in a roundabout way, it’s convenient for them too. They need the experience and thrill of a real performance.

The artist they are backing up is the senior Midnight. Her songs are sexy and scandalous so it’s only natural the choreography be the same.

She is timid and he is aloof but no one says a thing. Again, they need the experience if they’re plan on making it in this business.

They get paired up because they complement each other. That and he’s one of the only ones who matches her height.

They grow comfortable with each other even though they communicate quietly. They pick up the choreo quickly and excel at preforming with no errors during Midnight’s promotion.

They part after the goodbye stage with ‘fighting!’s and good wishes and return back to their own individual tailored hectic trainee schedules.

She sees him before she meets him again. He’s finally debuted with his group and they’re blowing up on the screen. The song they debuted with is catchy and almost aggressive, or maybe it’s just the blonde rapper that’s aggressive… either way, it’s a big hit and they’re quickly gathering a following. Most of the fans are females and she thinks it’s as to be expected, they’re all pretty attractive. She monitors the group closely, a little envious but mostly proud and continues to push herself and support the other girls. It doesn’t go unnoticed, she’s named the leader shortly after and then given a debut date.

When her group debuts no one expects their sound. They don’t fall under the cookie cutter cute girl groups, nor the sexy ones either. Their sound is experimental and new and it’s just what they needed to stand out. Their choreography matches their sound, its different and busy.

As the leader she watches and cares for her members to the point where they assign her the mother role of the group. She’s flattered because it’s in her nature, after all teamwork makes the dream work.

She’s so active with their promoting that she doesn’t notice the soft curious eyes that she’s been catching.

They finally meet again on a variety show for rookies to shine and get more exposure. Even though they belong to the same company, they arrive at different times so their greetings are exchanged while filming.

The rest of the shoot is quite the experience. From the questions to the games and challenges, there hasn’t been a boring moment. She’s excited to see how they edit and publish the episode because it was just filled with good times.

“….and Cut!” She can tell her girls are sad it’s over, if their hunched shoulders are anything to go by, but they are quick to bow and give their thanks. “Thank you for your hard work.” “That was so fun! Hope we have more variety shows!” Mina jumps, smiling bright.

“Of course you had fun, whistling at the guys while they had to do that sexy dance challenge.” Jirou shakes her head. “Embarrassing…”

“Hey! Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. I know a couple of you were gawking just as much as I was!” Mina glances accusingly at Toru and Ochako who do all they can to look elsewhere. “Plus, there’s nothing wrong with cheering and supporting our fellow label mates. Right, Yaomomo.” She nudges Momo in the side and Momo just shakes her head.

“That type of cheering had nothing to do with support, you were just being a pervert” Tsuyu comments passively and the girls laugh and smirk at Mina’s reddening face. “Whatever!” “Hey, girls!” They are waved down by a blonde, not the aggressive one, if she remembers correctly his name is Denki, the lively vocal that took an interest to Jirou. He seems to take his own group by surprise because they are all looking clueless. “Just wanted to let you guys know you did great! We label mates have to support each other, no?” The aggressive blonde, Katsuki, or Bakugo rather (like Jirou he prefers to be called by his family name) snorts the same time Mina throws her arms up with a loud. “Exactly!”

The girls are quiet and it dawns on Momo that they are probably waiting on her to answer on their behalf as the leader. She goes to bow and the girls follow her lead. Even though they are all rookies, the boys did debut first so technically they are the seniors and Momo knows nothing more than to be respectful.

“Oh, wow you don’t have to do that, we are all basically family!” Kaminari cheers and it’s refreshing to see someone who is genuinely cheerful on and off screen. “We were all excited when you ladies debuted, it’s nice to have a sister group to represent UA!”

“We were excited? You mean you were excited to see more girls.” The redhead that likes being called Kirishima, teases and Denki pouts. “Man, don’t do that! They’re gonna think I’m a perv or something!”

“Don’t feel bad. Mina is a pervert too, you’ll get along just fine.” Tsuyu quips and there’s laughs all around as poor Mina blushes even harder that she puts her bright hair color to shame.

“You must have been the one making all that noise when I was dancing, huh pinky.” Kirishima jokes and Mina looks ready to brawl. Momo can’t help but to smile at the immediate camaraderie extended to her group and she’s grateful.

She turns to look at Shouto expecting him to be looking over his group with the same fondness but instead finds him staring at her. She checks behind her to make sure she’s not assuming it’s her he’s staring at just in case. It’s the cliché, ‘Who? Me?’ and it must be comical for when she turns back around his shoulders are shaking a bit from chuckling. Momo is just about to address him when they are getting called by their manager to start loading up in the car to leave. Their manager a bit grumpy so they quickly say they’re goodbyes and start to retreat to the car and the boys start to follow their lead, packing up their bags.

The mom in Momo comes out and she lingers behind to make sure they’re all accounted for. Once she’s done her headcount, she starts to move along but Shouto’s voice stops her.

“Good seeing you again, Yaoyorozu. I’ll see you around.” He’s swift and gone before she can face him and reply but a smile lingers on her face even after they’re all in the van.

They have a comeback four months later and so do the boys. They run into each other quite often at music shows but the words they exchange are usually good lucks in the passing. Staff, other groups and fans notice how much the two groups monitor one another and they are soon known as the most supportive groups/company. It’s confirmed when the boys have their first win, a huge accomplishment for a rookie group. The girls cheer for them loudly on stage among the other groups and when it’s time for the winner’s encore stage, they wave over the girls to celebrate with them. After they finish both groups walk off together. It’s not like Momo looks for Shouto, but somehow they always end up falling behind, walking next to each other. “Congratulations, Todor-“ “I think we are past last names right?” She blinks and nods. “Well if that’s comfortable for you. Congratulations, Shouto!” He smiles in return and turns to look ahead of them, cheeks turning pink. “Thank you. I’m sure your group is next. You’re very hard working and talented.” She’s sure he’s complimenting the group as a whole, but she can’t help but to blush feeling personally touched. “I’m not quite sure what to do, but I enjoy your company. And I know how busy we are and how inconvenient this is, but I’d like to maybe grab a drink later on, as friends.” She stops in her tracks, surprised, and everything has faded out it seems. All she can see is the handsome boy in front of her inviting her to a drink. As friends, of course. They can’t date, they don’t have time for it, especially since they both just debuted, it’s unheard of, not possible.... “Yes, of course! I mean, I’d like that...” She trails off because she sounds like a breathless, silly girl in love, something she can’t afford to be. Not for her, nor for her team. He’s striking when he’s silent and aloof, but he’s dazzling when he’s smiling, even if it’s just a hint of one. She can see why he has so many fans... “I guess I’ll see you when the promotions end..” “I guess so” “Shouto!! Come on man, manager-hyung is getting impatient. Where are you!” He turns to where they’re calling for him and he turns to look at her with apologetic eyes. “The life of a fearless leader!” She laughs and watches him jog away promising herself not to fall in love, not yet, fully aware that she just tripped.

#todomomo #jots #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #stop me from writing multi chaps 2k18

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lxveille · 6 years

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accept no substitutes

hoshi x reader

word count: ~ 6400 warnings: alcohol use & drinking games a/n: romance/fluff; pg-13?; honestly a silly idea that got a bit out of hand

You meet Soonyoung at a coffee shop when you are both stood up by your respective dates. You both may be a bit luckless in love, but at least you can save each other from having to be entirely alone.

The nervous, persistent tapping of your foot is making the table you’re sitting at shake ever so slightly. You can see it in the way the foam on top your latte shakes and threatens to spill over the side of the homey looking red mug you’d been given when you said your order was to stay. You’ve barely had three sips of it over the past fifteen minutes you’ve been sitting in this quaint coffeehouse.

You unlock your phone. It’s still open to your messages with Youngjae. You don’t know his family name. Or, you start supposing at this point, if that even is his real name. You matched this him on Tinder about a week ago. After a few days of decent conversation on the app, the two of you exchanged phone numbers and started arranging for a time to meet up in person.

‘Yeah see you soon’ is still the last message you received from him. With one finger, you try to scroll further down in the text thread, as if there must be something you missed. As if you could will another text from him into existence. Alas, you're left with the same message that was received roughly thirty-five minutes ago.

A sigh deflates your lungs as you tap back to your home screen, deciding it best not to torture yourself by leaving it open to what's starting to feel rather like a last-minute rejection. Your gaze shifts from cell phone to latte and then to the window you're sitting beside. Through the letter of the coffee shop's name on the glass, you watch pedestrians go by on the sidewalk. All you need is for one, vaguely familiar face to show up and push open the door. Or -- if the world has to be just a bit cruel -- for you to recognize him staring through the glass just before he turns and decides not to meet you. That way, you'd have the chance to chase him down and ask just why you're not worth having a single sit down with.

Life probably isn't fair enough to offer you that opportunity. At least not in person. Frantically texting him is an option. But you have friends who have shown series of text bubbles and asked you to confirm how unreasonably angry or crazy or clingy the person who sent them sounded. Texting feels like it will just validate his choice to ditch you.

It’s with another sweeping look around the coffeehouse's interior that you notice a guy -- perhaps around your age -- standing around near the front door. He’s holding his phone in both hands like he’s clutching something far rarer than a smartphone and his head is bent forward slightly. If he were on a street corner, you would guess he lost and looking desperately for directions from some app.

The bells over the door chime to announce another arrival, and you recognize the look on the guy’s face when he turns his head expectantly at the entering stranger. It looks rather like the way you felt during the first ten minutes here. It only takes a second for him to look back down at his screen, brow furrowed. The older woman who’d just come in asks him something, pointing towards the cash register. He waves her along into the short line of patrons waiting to order.

This is when you decide he must be waiting for someone, too.

Over the next seven minutes, your attention keeps dragging back to him. Intentionally or otherwise, you check in on whether or not he’s still just standing there. It seems he’s more patient than you are. You’d only been able to stand four minutes of standing awkwardly by the entrance without ordering anything.

It takes you by surprise when you look over and find yourself making eye contact with him. He must have been scanning the smattering of people in a manner much like you were. Some god of timing must be having a good laugh as the two of you race to look away first.

A thought crosses your mind. An absurd one that you shouldn't humor at all. A sip of lukewarm espresso and milk has you thinking you might as well at this point. What, after all, do you have to lose? It already feels like everyone in this cafe must have caught on to the fact that you've been stood up. What's embarrassing yourself fully to one more stranger going to do?

This is the bitter thought that sets your feet into action, a half-full mug is still left on the table to stake your claim. At the last minute, there's a temptation to duck out the door instead. Somehow, you manage to push it aside and come to a stop in front of the stranger you'd been watching.

"You're not called Youngjae, are you?"

He looks up from his phone, clearly surprised to find anyone talking to him. Let alone the same person he'd just accidentally locked eyes with only a handful of minutes ago. "No, not at all," he answers.

You nod with a smile you hope is doing a good enough job of masking how much you want to cringe. "Okay. That's fine. This would... definitely be a catfish case if you were." Being aware that you're saying too much, evidently, does very little to actually keep you from doing so.

A wrinkle appears between his eyebrows as he gives you an uncertain smile. It's fairly obvious he has no idea how to take that. Fiddling with your phone in your hands, you wonder if it has come across as an insult.

"Not that you're, um..." It's too late to back out now that you've started trying to clarify the meaning. Still, it only takes a few words for you to realize there are few ways to go about this without either implying this stranger is unattractive or sounding like you're hitting on him. "Like, you look fine. Just different from what I was expecting." Your attempt at a middle ground feels like it's painting you as a lunatic. "Which is fine! Because you're not who I was waiting for anyway."

"Ah... You're being stood up too?" he guesses.

You stammer over an attempt at an excuse. You were the one who started this and essentially outed your situation in the first place, but there’s more of a sting to actually admitting it directly. Hence why you hadn’t texted any of your friends about your unfortunate situation either.

He laughs, and where you anticipate feeling ridicule, you find instead a kind of reassurance. “First time?”

“Being stood up?” He nods at your question. "Well... yeah?" You lie, because admitting this is actually the second time it has happened to you in a month would be a new low. The guy holds up three fingers in reply. "What? This is your third time getting stood up?"

"With this girl, yeah," he admits, hand moving to rub at the back of his next.

"Seriously? The same girl?" That takes more dedication than you'd even put into some of your previous relationships. "Why do you keep trying to meet up with her then?"

He shrugs. "We have really good texts. I think she might be, like, socially anxious or something? She's never done the whole tinder-meet-up thing."

You nod, and it strikes you that this is not the typical kind of conversation one has with a stranger. You glance back to the table you'd left and see your latte still waiting to be drunk. "Am I gonna sound crazy if I ask if you wanna join me?"

"Not crazier than when you asked if my name was whatever it was you said."

You half grimace and try to sound apologetic as you say, "What is your name anyway?"

"Soonyoung," he answers.

He doesn't order anything for himself before he sits down in the chair opposite your own. Soonyoung might still have his hopes up that his flighty girl will decide to show up this time if he just holds out a bit longer. But there must be a silent understanding that you won't talk about your failed dates now that you've sat down together, because neither one of your brings it up.

Instead, you go about that usual introductory questions you'd send to new matches on Tinder. Except it's an in-person conversation with someone you hadn't even intended to meet.

Is this how people met before apps?

Either way, you find him easy to talk to. There’s laughter the very first time he says something humourous. And the reaction brings a light to his face that hadn’t been there before. Your latte only goes down a couple more inches in its mug. It’s past being any pleasant drinking temperature, and your frankly too caught up in the conversation to really think of taking any sips.

His phone buzzes after about twenty minutes of conversation. You stop mid-explanation of how you met your roommate at a waterpark to ask, “Is that her?”

Soonyoung doesn’t answer at first, moving his phone up to eye level as he reads whatever message he's received.

You wait quietly as his finishes reading and then sets his device down wordlessly. He looks like he’s processing, given the way he blinks at the darkened screen. It would be less awkward if the two of you had known each other for longer than half an hour.

“Bad news?” you guess after what feels like two minutes of uncomfortable silence.

He tilts his head quickly to one side. It’s a gesture that’s not entirely a shake of his head or a shrug, but seems to convey some combination of the two. “She sent... a long apology.”

“For standing you up again?”

“For, uh -- I don’t even know how to put it.” Soonyoung picks up his phone. Moments later, he's offering it to you, the displaying showing the sequences of messages that had arrived not long ago.

"Are you sure you want me to read this?"

"Maybe it'll make more sense to you," he supposes, extended his arm a bit further your way.

As you read through apologetic messages explaining how she was only on dating apps to try to get over some guy she'd been hooking up with, a few other notifications dropped down at the top of the screen. Mostly texts and a few snapchat notifications presumably from friends. You did your best to ignore them as the words on the screen begin explaining how every time she tells this guy she's about to go on a date he ends up showing up and convincing her not to.

"So... It seems like you helped her finally get this guy to commit. Indirectly," you conclude as you pass the phone back to him. Soonyoung sighs and crumples forwards in his chair until his forehead is nearly on the table. You chew at the inside of your cheek, utterly lost as to what to say or do at this point. “Maybe next time you should just give up on it after the first missed date?”

“Is that what you’re gonna do with your guy?” He folds his arms on the table and rests his chin on top of one forearm, looking up at you inquisitively.

“Sure. I’ll delete his number right now.” It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing that should make Soonyoung feel better, but you notice a slight upwards tilt in his lips. “You have to delete hers too, though.”

“She’s seriously pretty,” he laments. The pout he gives you is almost comical.

(How does he manage to make it feel like you’ve known each other longer than you have? You’ll ponder that later when you choose to leave him out of the story while recapping your failed date to your roommate at dinner.)

“And she’s clearly not emotionally available. Come on, Soonyoung,” you encourage, picking up your own phone. “We’ll... do it together.” It’s a hesitant proposition, mostly because the sensible part of you is stil in disbelief that you’re trying to rally a practical stranger into doing something reasonable in his love life.

“Okay,” he caves, pulling himself upright in his chair and grabbing his phone as well. “Is this an on three scenario?”

“I can be.”

“Alright. Then: one...”

“Wait!” you cut him off early, “I’m not there yet.” After a few seconds clicking through to Youngjae’s contact information before giving Soonyoung an ok sign. “This time for real.”

“One. Two. Three,” he counts up, and you hit the trash icon as he says the last number as promised. “Did you really delete it?”

“Yeah. You wanna check my contacts?” You’re willing to prove it.

“I believe you.” It makes you smile. Quiet comes back between the two of you, filled only by the background bustle of the coffee shop. There's a rumble of the industrial-grade grinder working its way through a batch of beans just as you notice Soonyoung tapping his fingertips almost nervously along the back of his phone case. You don't feel like you really know him well enough to ask, but you start to think you might be able to take a guess when he poses his next question. "Could I get your number as well?"

That’s not a question you know for sure how to interpret. Soonyoung is, regardless of easy smiles and relaxed chatting, still just a chance encounter who you only really met so you woudn’t have to spend your entire time in this coffee shop alone. You’d both gotten this far in your interaction with the understanding that there are other people you'd rather be with. It wasn't exactly a romantic -- or even really a very flirtatious -- premise.

"You're nice to talk to," he elaborates, "I might need you the next time I get stood up."

"Did you not actually delete her number?" The unintended tinge of a betrayal in your voice takes you off guard.

"No, no, I did!" Soonyoung swears, holding up a screen that shows a list of contacts for proof. "I'm just not exactly a stranger to dates going awry," he adds with an embarrassed smile and a nervous chuckle.

It seems like that kind of thing that should be a red flag. This thought is quickly overtaken by the one that says he'll probably never use your number even if you do say yes.

So you do.

You have some trouble putting Soonyoung out of your mind in the days that come. It seems to ridiculous a story to tell your friends, so you stick instead to drowning yourself in the profiles of unknown men on your phone.

You get a little drunk on Friday night and swipe right on just about every profile that pops up. The banner at the top of the screen keeps dropping down with new match and new message notifications. You don’t bother looking at any of them as you continue on this impulsive swipes left and right.

Normally there’s a bit of detective work that goes into each decision. First of all, every choice of photo says something about the individual, outside of whether or not you find him attractive. For example, a shirtless selfie is an automatic dislike. No one who posts a shirtless selfie is ever a good match, you assume. The next stage of judgment is the self-description. A combination of witty without sounding too pretentious or ingenuine is the ideal. Though you'll often settle for less. Eggplant, waterdrop, and tongue emojis are also part of the instant reject criteria.

Tonight, all that methodology is thrown aside. You barely look at more than just the first picture before deciding on which way to drag the stranger on your screen. Blame it on the fourth vodka-cranberry sitting within reach on the counter beside you.

“Are you trying to hook up tonight?” Sejeon asks from over your shoulder. You hadn’t even noticed her come in and perch herself at your side.

“Not really.” You raise your shoulders in an apathetic shrug as the blue notification fades onto the screen to congratulate you on a new match.

“Well, you’re sure swiping an awful lot for someone who isn’t,” she points out, ‘You know, Sojin and Bora invited some guys over. In case you feel like meeting someone in person for a change.”

“I've only met up with, like, a handful of people from Tinder. Usually it doesn’t go anywhere. Besides, the last time I was stood up was some blind date Sojin tried to set me up on.”

“So you’re getting revenge by being antisocial at their housewarming party?”

“They moved in months ago,” you remind, “It’s not my fault they were too busy to celebrate getting a new place at first.”

“Wait -- weren’t you stood up by some app-guy just this week? That wasn’t Sojin’s fault.”

You roll your head back with a groan. “Okay. The last-last time I was stood up.”

“Sorry. Touchy subject, I guess,” Sejeon apologizes, wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulders and leaning her weight into you a bit heavily. Probably a tell that she was at least a little tipsy. “But all the more reason you should be having fun with us instead of pouting over dating profiles! Come on, Bora’s talking Haebin into playing cheers to the governor.”

Logic says everyone’s probably well enough into liquor that starting a drinking game at this point might be unwise. But you’re still young enough to willingly make such mistakes. “Alright, I’ll be out in a minute,” you promise.

“Turn off notifications from Tinder while you’re at it!” Sejeon orders as she slips back into the living room. Once she’s gone, you lean back into the kitchen counter and continue swiping. Right. Left. Right. Right. Right. Left. Soonyoung. Less than a mile away.

That brings you to a pause. Suddenly, you're faced directly with a question you'd been avoiding inside your head for the past several days. You look through his choice of photos curiously.

His default is a simple snapshot of him smiling in what looks like a park. Probably taken by some friend. Then there's a full-body shot of him laying on a couch in what looks to be mid-laugh; from the tilted lampshade in the corner of the shot, you can only imagine it was taken at a house party not unlike the one you're supposed to be attending right now. The next is a selfie taken in the backseat of a car. He's grinning into the camera with two of his friends. You assume you wouldn't recognize the guys on either side of him, but you're having difficulty looking at anyone but him in the shot. You feel your lips pull into a soft smile.

Quickly, you swipe left and tuck your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

The lot of you are well into your first round of cheers to the governor when there’s knocking at the front door. “Oh! I’ll get it!” Sojin stumbles up from her cross-legged position in the circle on her living room floor. “No fair if you keep playing without me!”

“We’re not gonna get to twenty-one before you answer the door!” Bora argues before ushering the guys next to her in the circle to carry on with the game.

When Sojin comes back into the room, it’s with a handful of people you don’t recognize. You take a drink out of your cup even without the game’s prompting as they wave in greeting.

“We’re gonna have to start over if they’re gonna join in,” Haebin points out as the lot of them come back into the living room from getting their drinks sorted out in the kitchen.

It throws you off when one of the newcomers sits down in an empty spot on the floor next to you.

“Hey,” you greet with a small nod.

“Hey, I’m Taehyung,” he tells you with a relaxed grin. He looks like the kind of guy you’d swipe right on. But that’s without knowing if he’s the type to take a shirtless selfie.

“You showed up late,” you say, not bothering to listen as Sejeon recaps the rules of the game for the new players.

“Yeah. We got caught up in our own pregaming, to be honest.” His words are followed by a laugh that rich, and warm. It’s a nice sound.

Taehyung makes the new round of the game much more difficult to follow. The two of you keep getting caught up in chatting with each other instead of keeping track of the counting sequence as it made its way around the group. You’re not even sure cheers to the governor has been shouted any more than four times before you’re beginning to feel the vodka has taken you over the edge.

“Okay -- um, I’m out,” you excuse yourself after you take another forfeit drink as you mess up the rule set in place for twelve. There are a few protests around the circle at your announcement, which you ignore with ease. Getting up from your seated position on the floor, however, does not happen so easily.

You stumble your way to the bathroom and lean heavily into the sink. With eyes closed, you take a few deep breaths and chant inside your head that you will not throw up. You’ve always felt there’s a kind of voodoo to being drunk. If you let yourself surrender to the fact that you’ve had too much, you’re doomed to get sick. Hence the mantra insisting otherwise.

Mindful of your makeup, you carefully splash a bit of cold water on your face and pat it dry with a handful of bunched up toilet paper. You do your best to wipe the wet spots of mascara from under your eyes, but your vision is blurry at the edges in such a way that it’s hard to tell if you’ve actually improved anything by the end.

Through the bathroom door, you hear the ongoing party erupts with laughter and shouts at something you’ll never be privy to. Without fully admitting to yourself why, you pull out your phone and begin scrolling through your contacts. You lean against the wall opposite the sink as you stare at the empty conversation log for you and Soonyoung.

'saww you on tinder tnigt' you slowly type out, trying your best to put together a comprehensive message. After hitting send, you find yourself immediately pressing your phone into your forehead in regret.

When you open the door, you stop short at the sight of Taehyung. “Sorry -- you’re waiting...?” You try to get out of his way, but he simply offers a steadying hand to your swaying shoulders.

“I wanted to check you were okay. You looked -- well, look -- pretty messed up,” he says. If you were still in university, that expression of basic human compassion would have you throwing your arms around him to make out in a minute.

It turns out sloppy-drunk-you is not much better than the collegiate version of yourself. Taehyung is startled by your sudden advance, but he’s soft and tastes like apple juice and bourbon.

He cuts the kiss off early, murmuring about how you’re too far gone for him to do this. You’re about to protest that you’re not that drunk when Bora comes into the hall to ask if everything is okay. “I think she’s maybe had too much?” Taehyung replies.

You feel like an idiot the whole way home, but you’re grateful for Bora’s higher tolerance and refusal to let you make the trip alone.

“Don’t worry, Tae asked if he could get your number from Sojin,” she reports as she sets you up in bed with a tall glass of water and a few ibuprofen on your nightstand.

In the morning, you wake up to three unread messages. One is from an unknown number, with the text just reading that it’s Taehyung, and that he hopes you got home okay.

The other two were from Soonyoung. ‘Really? cool!!!!’ he’d replied only a few minutes after your message was sent. Fifteen minutes later, he’d sent, ‘Found you too!!! you didn’t match me D:’

He must have started swiping through profiles looking for yours at your text. And he must have swiped right.

Despite the horrible pounding in your head, you find yourself biting on the tip of your thumb as you grin up at that message.

It’s Wednesday evening when Soonyoung texts you that he thinks he’s being stood up again.

‘Already?‘ You send back, mostly impressed by how quickly he set up another meeting.

A reply from Taehyung in your ongoing conversation pops up at the top of your screen. You don’t open it, watching instead as the tell-tale ellipses show up to signal that Soonyoung is replying.

‘She superliked me on friday!’

You wonder if he saw her profile before or after swiping right on yours. ‘how long have you been waiting?’

‘Ten minutes’

It sounds about right to you. That's about how long it takes to begin feeling like it's hopeless. You lean most your weight on the arm of your couch and glance up at the laptop on the coffee table in front of you. It seems impossible that you've missed more than a scene or two while texting Soonyoung, but you still feel utterly lost.

Your lips press into each other tightly as you contemplate typing out a message to ask where he is. To come up with some excuse to see him in person as means of saving him from being stood up again.

‘if she superliked you i’m sure she’ll show up,’ you send instead.

Ten minutes go by without a response. As if you didn't already know, the knot that forms in your gut reminds you that's about as long as it takes to make things start to look bleak.

You try to leave your phone forgotten on a throw pillow and go back yourself dinner. You only get as far as setting water on the stove to boil before you're pacing back into the small living/dining area of your apartment to grab it again.

Switching from one thread to another, you text Taehyung a simple question. Utterly unrelated to the small talk you'd been making, but of the utmost importance: 'do you wanna go out sometime?'

Plans are arranged for Saturday night not long after. You eat dinner, satisfied that you’re not stagnant and getting more and more lax with your response time to Taehyung as the night progresses. You tell him goodnight a few minutes before you even begin your bedtime routine.

The time spent washing your face and brushing your teeth feels like the longest you've gone without checking your phone since you got home from work today. With a quick goodnight called to your roommate, you retreat into your bedroom for the night. Your phone is waiting on top of your blankets, and your intent is just to set your alarm for tomorrow.

But there’s a new text from Soonyoung waiting for you when you unlock your screen.

You consider leaving it unread until morning. You’re not strong willed enough to follow through.

‘She showed up!! but it was kind of a disaster ahahaha’ It’s followed by several nervous looking emojis.

Your pillow dips with your head’s weight as you lay down on your side. ‘here i thought getting stood up was the worst option. what happened?’

‘Mostly just not a great conversation’ A few seconds pass before a second message swooshes in to add, ‘a lot of awkward silences. Barely could figure out how to say bye!’

‘at least she showed up,’ you text to console. You can’t imagine awkward silences with Soonyoung. Infatuation has made it difficult to remember if there’d been any when the two of you met.

'Yeah you're right,' he replies.

Is it odd that he's texting you this all, and not some closer friend about this? Or -- friend at all? You're still not sure what exactly you would call each other.

‘so you’re on your way home now?’ You don’t bother coming up with some excuse to yourself for why you’re trying to carry on the conversation.

But the small prompt succeeds. It’s nearly two a.m. when you both decide it’s time about time to stop swapping stories of failed romances and unmatch-worthy dating app conversations.

Come Saturday, you feel downright guilty for the fact that you’re getting dolled up for a date with Taehyung. A poorly thought out text to Bora had admitted that you’re not sure if you even want to go. She’s been texting you persistently ever since, trying to get at the root of your doubts. Her best guess so far had been that you were still embarrassed about drunkenly throwing yourself at him.

She must have panicked at your slow responses, because now you have Sojin sending you messages as well. Her texts aren’t as gentle, arguing instead that if you hated that your last two dates were no-shows, you ought to keep in mind the way you felt before backing out on Taehyung.

‘I’m going, don’t worry,’ you send to both of them before throwing your phone into your purse and heading out the door.

On the bus downtown, you send a different message to Soonyoung, ‘I think i’m in a stand up situation again...’

‘What? Hooooow?!’ His choice in the second interrogative prompts you to start overthinking. Is it a 'how' because he can't picture doing a think like that to you?

'i'm the bad guy this time though.’ You tell him honestly. Soonyoung's next message is just a string of question marks. 'i have a date but i'm not that excited for it' is all the explanation you have to offer.

'Maybe this guy will surprise you'

You're a hard sell on that one. It would have to be a pretty monumental surprise for Taehyung to convince you that you wouldn’t rather just stay home and text Soonyoung all night.

When you show up at the restaurant, Taehyung is already waiting for you. Dinner goes well enough. Conversation comes easily enough; he's kind, and funny, and he doesn't make any mention of the drunken disaster you'd been the night you two met. The only problem is that there's absolutely no spark.

At the end of the meal, you try to convince him it's fine if he doesn't walk you to the bus stop. But like a gentleman, he insists. A stone settles in your stomach when you realize how glad you are that the bus is on time when it comes around the corner.

"Thanks for tonight," you tell him, calculating the moments left before the bus will be in park and opening its doors.

"Same here," Taehyung grins, and you dread to think he might not be on the same page as you about how this date went, "I had a nice time."

Relief washes over you when he kisses your cheek in farewell and says he might see you around some time.

Clearly, he isn't as oblivious as you'd feared he might be.

The bus only makes it one stop before you're typing out an answer to Soonyoung's waiting message asking how the date went. You're honest in your reply. Nothing about it had been bad, per se, but neither of you left looking for eager for a follow-up.

'Do you wanna meet up for a drink and complain about love?'

You stare at the received question for a few minutes. Then it dawns on you that if you don't answer quickly enough, you might end up having to pay bus fare twice.

A few minutes later, you’re getting off the bus three stops early to find the place Soonyoung recommended.

“What is wrong with us?” you’re bemoaning into a glass of hard cider as you sit beside Soonyoung at the bar.

“I don’t know,” he agrees, smiling slightly.

“Seriously, though. Are we doomed to exclusively only get dates with people who decide they’re not interested before they even meet us or who end up being basically unappealing?”

His smile drops at that, leaning his head into one hand. His elbow is almost dangerously close to his pint glass. “I hope not!”

“This is how people end up settling, I bet,” you decide as you list your glass to your lips.

“I won’t,” Soonyoung declares with a confidence you can’t think to contradict. “I’d rather go on a ton of dead-end dates than date someone just because they show up.”

“Yeah, but...” You shake your head and throw your free hand into the air, “Clearly showing up is a pretty vital aspect.”

A smile that’s difficult to decipher pulls at his expression. “Well, someone can show up and be otherwise desirable, too.”

“Otherwise desirable?” you repeat with a guffaw. “If that’s the kind of description you use, I’m beginning to see why you keep getting stood up.”

“Hey!” Soonyoung jolts a bit further upright at that. “We’re a support group here, aren’t we?!”

“Is that what this is?”

“What else would you call it?” He chuckles. There’s a moment where he looks into his drink instead of at you. Your head tilts to try to get a better look at his face. For a split second, something almost like nervousness flashes on his features. As soon as it appeared, it’s gone, and you’re left looking back into Soonyoung’s grin.

A date, you think to yourself. “I guess it’s a good enough description,” you say. Your glass is held out to his, and the two of you cheers to the idea of being some kind of luckless love club.

It takes nearly three hours to make your way through two drinks each. The time isn’t exactly something you notice with Soonyoung. Neither of you are even buzzed when it feels like you ought to be clearing out of the bar. If only because the late night crowd is beginning to flood in, turning the quiet hideout into something much more raucous.

“Could I walk you home?” Soonyoung offers as you both pull on your jackets just outside the bar’s exit.

“I normally take the bus from around here,” you tell him, a little disheartened that you can’t properly take him up on it.

“That doesn’t change my question.” He’s smiling again, and truly, you wonder how anyone managed to keep him waiting.

“It’ll take like... twenty minutes, you know.” It only seems fair to warn him.

“Fresh air will be good for us!” he argues.

You gladly take that excuse. “This way, then.”

Tomorrow, you’re going to wish you had taken note of which street you were on when Soonyoung’s hand quietly, swiftly finds yours. No point is made out loud about the change in your walking pace or the shrinking distance between your shoulders. You both just carry on talking as if intertwined fingers were already common place.

When you reach your street, there’s a temptation to slow the pace. You carry on as normal, but you think a tinge of disappointment must show in your voice when you tell Soonyoung your building is coming up.

“You know what kinda just occurred to me?” Some part of his tone makes it seem a bit like a front. Like he’s pretending something he’s had on the tip of his tongue for ages is now just a random thought ready to shared spontaneously.

“What?” you prompt him to carry on, too curious to consider calling him out on the conversational cover.

“You show up,” he states simply just as you reach the front door of your home. His hand makes no move to pull away; if anything, his fingers squeeze softly. Like they’re trying to impress some further meaning of his words into your skin.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” is all you can manage in response. Anything more would fee like a presumption.

“And you’re otherwise desirable,” Soonyoung adds, almost laughing at his own callback. Instead, it comes out as just a hint of amusement on his breath as he takes one stride closer.

You can’t suppress a chuckle like he can. But you do wrinkle your brow at him in slightly exaggerated puzzlement. “Is that seriously what you’re going with still?” you question.

“If that’s alright by you.” His hand that isn’t tangled up with yours comes up to your face, and suddenly you’re certain he’s asking for more than just an okay on his odd phrasing.

“It’s fine by me.” That’s all you need to say before Soonyoung is kissing you. He’s softer and sweeter than you imagined, never letting go of your hand even as he half-stumbles closer to deepen the embrace.

You almost wish you hadn’t deleted Youngjae’s number; you can’t help feeling like you owe him a thank you note.

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