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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Happy Holidays (Nathan Young x Reader)

A/N: Just a fun little Christmas party with the crew, referencing some things from the Christmas Special but not most of them, because we’re pretending they had a bit more of a nice, normal holiday. Winter Prompts: Gingerbread; Mistletoe Word Count: 2118 Cross Posted to AO3: here

Humming along to the carols belting out from the tv speakers in the next room, you bustled about the kitchen. Nathan had been barred from “assisting” you today while you made a variety of treats to bring to Simon and Alisha’s Christmas Eve get together later, after he ate as much of your sugar cookie dough as you managed to get onto the baking sheet. Your friends had been surprised when you offered to handle all of the desserts for the shindig, but you loved to bake and always looked for any excuse to. Besides, it had been a while since you’d done something elaborate, and you had a plan that, honestly, your friends would probably just dub cheesy.

The plan was gingerbread, but you set aside seven of the cutouts that you were going to turn into cookie-portraits. You wanted to make sure these were perfect, carefully rolling bits of gingerbread to create Nathan and Alisha’s curls, using a fine-point food color pen to draw on Curtis’s cross, custom mixing the shade of blue icing for Simon’s eyes. It was incredibly time-consuming, but honestly, you loved the work, and couldn’t wait to see their faces.

You were piping icing on some of the more generic gingerbreads when Nathan’s voice startled you, making you jump and leave a mess of icing smeared across one.

“Y/N!” you boyfriend whined from the next room. “Ye must be done by now. Ye’ve been at it for hours and I’m so bored!”

“Have you wrapped the gifts?” you called back.

You had a pretty good guess what his answer would be, but you weren’t letting him get away with doing no work to get ready for the party, or for Christmas dinner with his mom and her boyfriend (a prospect that still had you sweating, since this would be your first time meeting them as Nathan’s girlfriend).

“Why d’ they need ta be wrapped? It’s just gonna get torn off again. Figured we’d just stuff em in some leftover takeaway bags.”

“Nathan, we are not wrapping our presents to our friends and family in shopping bags.” You came to the kitchen doorway to glare at him, hands planted on your hips.

Suddenly he sat up from where he lounged on the couch, looking at you with a hungry gaze that made you swallow nervously, even as your stomach twisted in anticipation.

“Ya know,” he mused, running his tongue over his bottom lip, “I’m not one for food in the bedroom, but I might make an exception with ya lookin all cute and frostinged like that.”

“Don’t even start. I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work,” you scolded.

He quirked an eyebrow, rising to his feet and stepping closer, a challenge written across his face.

“Isn’t it?” he asked, smirking as he got close enough that he was looming over you.

“Simon and Alisha’s party is in an hour and I’m nowhere near ready, the cookies aren’t done, and you still need to wrap the gifts for Secret Santa. I will not be distracted.”

“Yer face says otherwise. I see the way yer checking out the goods.” He leaned in, eyes drifting to your mouth. “We can be quick. Or fashionably late.”

“No. Absolutely not. I know how hard Alisha worked putting the whole thing together, I am not ruining it by being late because you're too horny for your own good.”

Suddenly he surged forward, licking a long stripe along your cheek. Recoiling, you grimaced and wiped aggressively at your face in an attempt to get the saliva off.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“I told ye, you look good enough to eat, all covered in frosting. Even better than the cookies. Couldn't help myself.” He shrugged, shoving his hands nonchalantly in his jeans pockets.

“You're disgusting.”

“Ye love it.” He grinned cheekily at you.

As much as you hated to admit it sometimes, he was right. Rolling your eyes, you headed back into the kitchen to finish decorating the gingerbread, trying your best not to think about his tongue on your skin, cheek or elsewhere.

“You didn't have to wear the sweater, you know,” you teased Nathan as the two of you rode the elevator up to Simon and Alisha's loft.

“I know, but ye gave it to me, so it's special. Plus it'll drive the others nuts with how hideous it is!” He chuckled, pre-amused at their reactions.

“Terrible,” you said, shaking your head ruefully.

He blew you a cheeky kiss before hauling open the door and making an ‘after you’ gesture. The next few moments were a blur of greeting hugs - especially from Alisha who was so excited to be able to actually hug you that she actually willingly gave one to Nathan as well - and being bustled about to set your things down (coats on the bed, presents under the tree, goodies on the counter). Keeping the littlest box with you, you sat down on the couch, and your friends gathered round curiously.

“I went a little overboard,” you said sheepishly as everyone settled in, Kelly on one side of you and Curtis on the other, the others taking up whatever spaces they could. “So...I made y’all something.”

They all leaned in as you worked the lid off the little tin, revealing your gingerbread creations.

“Oh!” Kelly shouted in surprise. “Y’ made little gingerbread us?”

“They’re so cute!” Alisha added, reaching in.

You grinned, passing them around, particularly enjoying Nikki’s shock that you had made one of her too.

“Of course I did,” you answered with a shrug. “You’re one of us now.”

“I didn’t know you could bake like this,” Curtis said, inspecting the details on his cookie.

You shrugged. “It’s just art in another medium. I love to, though. Used to want to open a bakery as a kid.”

You felt a familiar green gaze on you, Nathan watching in surprise and delight that there was still more for him to learn about you after all your time together.

“But you didn’t make one of yourself?” Simon asked.

“Yeah, I ran out of dough. Besides...self-portraits never come out well.”

“Is it cannibalism to eat these?” Nathan asked suddenly. “Because they look delicious.”

“Since it’s yourself, it would be autocannibalism,” Simon corrected.

“Unless you’re made of gingerbread, I don’t think it’s anything,” Nikki countered, rolling her eyes. “Except enjoying a cookie.” She turned to you and offered a rare smile. “It really was sweet, Y/N, thanks.”

You sipped at your eggnog, feeling warm and tingly from the heavy dose of rum Nathan had included when he poured it for you, amusing yourself by conjuring mistletoe over your friends’ heads at random. Curtis and Nikki seemed done with your antics after you had made them kiss about four times (every time Nikki seemed about to start in on Nathan), and you had played it safe with Kelly and Andrew since you weren’t sure where their relationship stood (still in that adorable newborn awkwardness if both their blushes were anything to judge by). Alisha and Simon on the other hand seemed thrilled by your game, basking in the sheer joy of being able to touch each other and happy to kiss as often as you grew something to prompt it.

Suddenly, Nathan flopped down beside you, bouncing the whole sofa as he brought his curly head to rest on your shoulder.

“I’m bored, Y/N,” he whined.

“You’re always bored, Nathan. Unless we’re shagging. And I’m not about to do that here,” you countered, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he grumbled.

“Excuse me?”

He was silent, and you could feel him shift uncomfortably, settling further into the cushions and crossing his arms petulantly.

“Nathan…” you said threateningly, ready to demand he talk to you if you had to and sleep on that very couch if he wouldn’t.

“I just can’t help noticin’,” he grumbled. “That everyone else is gettin’ plenty o’ kisses, courtesy of ye, but I’m not gettin’ any.”

You laughed. “When you say it like that it sounds like I’ve been snogging all of our friends.”

“That’s not what I mean. But I’m glad my pain amuses ya.”

You rolled your eyes, still laughing at his dramatics. But he was right about one thing. Somehow you two had managed to go the whole party without kissing. Suddenly he thrust himself up off the sofa, still clearly frustrated.

“I’m gettin’ more cookies,” he said, half-storming off.

“Is he really upset that you haven’t spent the whole party snogging him?” Alisha said a moment later, sitting down in the spot Nathan had vacated.

“Apparently,” you sighed. “I should probably go talk to him…”

“Let him stew for a bit,” she said with a shake of her head. “He’s an ass and totally deserves it.”

Twenty minutes later, you were surprised to notice that Nathan still hadn’t come back, and glancing around the room, that there was no sign of him. Your gut twisting nervously at the idea that he might have actually been upset with you, you started asking around to see if anyone knew where he’d gotten to. Curtis told you that he went out for a smoke and you grimaced, sliding your boots back on to follow your errant boyfriend.

“Nathan?” you called into the darkness, squinting to see if you could spot any sign of him and shivering at the winter chill. “Are you out here?”

“Over here,” he answered.

Following the sound of his voice, and now spotting the faint glow of orange from the end of his cigarette, you made your way over to where he leaned against the side of the building.

“Hey,” you said, pausing to stand in front of him, hands shoved into the pockets of your jeans.

“What are ye doing out here, Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to pull you closer.

Instinctively, you stepped into his space. Trying not to let him feel you shiver, you wrapped your arms around his waist under his coat, feeling immediately warmer.

“Looking for you. I felt bad about our little tiff earlier…” you admitted sheepishly.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. It was my fault anyways.”

You bit your lip, hating how sad he sounded when he said it and afraid it was about to turn into one of those self-deprecating moments.

“We’re supposed to be partners. I should have been paying more attention to how you were feeling,” you argued.

“What I’m feelin like right now is that we should get inside before ye turn into a popsicle.”

“Nathan, I’m serious.”

“So am I, Y/N. It’s fine, let’s just go back up.” He wrapped an arm around you to hold you closer and leaned in to purr in your ear. “Unless you’re ready to blow the place and go home? I can finally give you your Christmas present?”

You shivered with desire as much as the cold. “I left my coat upstairs.”

“Who cares? I’ll keep ye warm while we walk.”

“It’ll take two minutes to go back for it. And then we can say goodnight.”

“Fine, but I’m only comin with to make sure ye don’t get dragged back into a conversation and forget.”

You sensed it before the elevator door even opened, and couldn’t help the sly smile that crept across your face.

“What’s with that look?” Nathan asked, arm still in place around your middle.

“Nothing,” you said impishly as you stepped out into the room.

For once your upward gaze wasn’t solely to look at your boyfriend, instead moving past him to the plant hanging above your heads.

“Well, that,” you said, nodding to it.

Thick brows knitted in confusion, he followed your eyes.

“Oh ho ho ho, what’s this then?” he turned back to you with a smirk. “Trying to con me inta kissin ye, are we?”

“Nope. That sprig? Wasn’t me.”

“What do ya think we should do then?”

“With all the shit we’ve been through this year, I can tell you what we shouldn’t do, and that’s tempt bad luck.”

Not wanting to give him a chance to respond (after all, banter was fun, but you had better things in mind), you stretched onto your tiptoes to plant your mouth on his. Kissing you back, Nathan tightened his grip to pull you flush against him and ran his tongue over your lower lip. Eagerly, you parted your lips for him and he groaned as your tongues danced together.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Nikki chimed in after a moment, reminding you that you and Nathan were still at a party and decidedly not alone. “Some of us want to keep down our Christmas dinner.”

#I just want them to have a nice chill time #no drama #no creepy Jesus guy #happy holidays #also revealing a bit more about the reader #and doing cute/silly things with her powers #Nathan Young x Reader #Misfits fic #winter prompts

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angelsfalling16 · 4 years

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Jealous

Summary: After catching Simon making out with someone underneath the football stands, Baz plots a way to break them up while Simon comes to terms with his feelings for someone different.

Word Count: 4037

A/N: I wrote this one 20 first kisses style, and it was a lot of fun. I miss writing those fics sometimes. I hope you all like this fic!

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Baz

“What the hell?” I shout, not caring about lowering my voice. I feel Dev tugging on my arm, but I’m frozen to the spot, unable to look away from the sight in front of us.

“Baz, let’s just go before they see us.”

“But look at the two of them,” I say, gesturing at the couple making out, barely hidden by the football stands. “How can Simon be kissing Andi?”

“Because he likes them?”

I sneer at Niall, and he snaps his mouth shut.

“I thought he was still with Wellbelove.”

“They broke up a couple of weeks ago. Didn’t you hear?”

Of course Dev would know that. He and his dirty crush on her would betray me in a second.

“No, I obviously did not know that,” I hiss.

Dev pulls on my arm again, harder this time, and I finally go with him, shaking off his touch and all but stomping away from Simon and his unsightly escapades with one of my own teammates.

Andi is the second-best player on the team (behind me, of course), and up until now, I considered them a friendly acquaintance, rather than one of my adversaries, but that just changed.

“Why Andi of all people?” I ask, mostly to myself, but Dev responds anyway.

“I thought you said Andi just likes to mess around.”

“They do.”

“So maybe Simon is just messing around with them.”

“And how would that make this better?”

It would be one thing if Simon actually cared about them, but knowing that he’s just having fun means that he could be kissing lots of people, which is so much worse than him kissing the same person multiple times.

“Why do you care?” Dev asks.

“I don't.”

“Liar. Baz, we’re not stupid. We know how you look at him and why you have yet to find a way to take him down like your aunt wants you to.”

“It doesn't matter,” I say, neither confirming nor denying my feelings for Simon. I know that it’s no use. “He's with someone else.”

“It could all blow over. Maybe he was just experimenting.”

“It still doesn't matter because he will never like me. Now, let’s drop it. I don’t want to think about this anymore.”

But I can’t stop thinking about it

That night, as I pretend to be asleep and definitely not staring at Simon through the darkness, at the way the moonlight illuminates his freckles, I keep replaying what I saw over and over in my head.

Simon’s hands in Andi’s hair. Andi’s hand slipping into Simon’s back pocket. Simon pulling them closer and smiling widely at them.

The images are forever burned into my mind, and something sharp and painful flares up in my chest.

I was admittedly jealous when Simon started dating Wellbelove, but this is different. This is new.

Maybe some part of me believed that if Simon ever broke up with her, he would come to his senses and want to be with me. It’s a ridiculous fantasy, which is why I’m sure the real reason I’m upset is that I had just hoped to never have to see him with anyone else or see him doing anything like that. He and Wellbelove always seemed to be against any sort of public displays. I rarely even saw them hold hands.

Seeing Simon kiss someone is a new, painful thing that threatens to tear me apart.

I can’t do anything to change it, but I can avoid Simon for the rest of eight year and try to forget about it. Which is exactly what I plan to do. After tonight, there will be no more thoughts about Simon kissing anyone.

Simon

Andi walks by mine and Penny’s table at breakfast, and they grin when they see me, throwing a knowing wink in my direction. I smile back before turning back to my breakfast, feeling a strange little flutter in my stomach.

“Simon, tell me you didn't,” Penny says, and I shrug sheepishly at her.

“I did.”

She groans, and I can already tell what she’s thinking.

“It was just a kiss,” I say. A really nice kiss, but still, it was just one kiss. It’s not a big deal.

“Come on, Simon. Andi?”

“There's nothing wrong with Andi.”

“I know, but they kiss everyone. It didn't mean anything to them.”

“So? It didn’t really mean anything to me either. I was just um…” I trail off. I’m not sure what it was exactly.

I ran into them after football practice, and we got to talking. And then, I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss them, and they didn’t seem against it, so I just went for it. I don’t plan on doing it again. I don’t have feelings for them.

“Seeing what it was like to kiss someone other than Agatha?” Penny suggests when I don’t continue what I was saying.

I shrug. “Yeah, I guess.”

She thinks about it for a moment before saying, “Is there someone who you’re hoping to...experiment with next?”

I feel my face warm immensely as one person comes to mind. Someone who I can never stop thinking about, no matter how hard I try to push them out of my mind.

“Kind of,” I admit. “I think I like someone actually.”

“Ooh, do tell,” Penny says, leaning close to me. She’s never been one to be interested in gossip, but she seems particularly intrigued by what I’m about to say.

I look down at the table, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. It’s a weird experience because I never had to tell her how I felt about Agatha. That was always obvious, but this is different.

“No judging,” I tell her.

“Promise.”

I take a deep breath, then, all in a rush, I say, “It’s Baz.”

“I knew it!” Penny exclaims, making people turn their heads in our direction to see what’s going on.

“Shh. I don’t want everyone to know. Wait. How do you know?”

“Simon, please. You're obsessed with him.”

“I wouldn't say obsessed.”

Penny scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“Fine. Maybe I am the tiniest bit obsessed. But in my defense, he has plotted against me in the past.”

“I can’t believe you’re in love with a vampire,” she says.

“I'm not in love,” I say defensively and possibly a little too loudly because it causes someone to stop suddenly just beside our table.

Swallowing nervously, I look up, hoping to see just some nosy first year, but of course, that’s not my luck. Baz sneers at me in disgust before turning and continuing on his way, Dev and Niall hurrying after him.

“Thanks, Penny,” I groan once Baz is out of earshot, letting my head fall onto the table, narrowly missing the plate of butter. “Thanks a lot.”

She laughs lightly at my mortification, and I groan again.

I can’t believe that I just embarrassed myself like that in front of Baz. I mean, I’ve embarrassed myself in front of him plenty of times before, but this was worse. I can only hope that he didn’t hear everything we said so that he doesn’t know that we were talking about him.

That would be even worse.

Baz

“Love?!” I exclaim as soon as I step out of the dining hall. “Simon is in love with them?”

“I'm pretty sure he said he wasn't in love,” Dev says.

“And you don't know that he was talking about Andi,” Niall adds unhelpfully.

“Who else would he be talking about the day after we caught him kissing Andi?”

The two of them are silent as they catch up to me, struggling to match the quick pace that I’ve set.

“We have to do something,” I decide.

“You want to break them up?” Niall asks.

“Yeah. Sure. Break them up,” I say, distracted by all of the ideas that are already running through my mind.

Forget ignoring Simon and forgetting about the kiss. Things just got a lot more serious, and I do not want to have spend the rest of the year seeing him in love with someone else. I have to put an end to this before it’s too late.

A more permanent ending than just breaking them up.

“You aren't going to physically harm either of them are you?” Dev asks like he knows that I don’t just intend to break them up.

“No. Of course not.”

“I wish that sounded more believable.”

I ignore him and begin plotting out what I’m going to do about this.

It takes staying up all night down in the Catacombs, but I finally come up with the perfect plan, and it begins with confronting Simon. I’m not sure what exactly I’m going to say, but it’s going to be something along the lines of he’s making a mistake and that Andi isn’t the right partner for him.

If that doesn’t go well — which I know it won’t — then I will move onto part two, which has something to do with getting Andi as far away from Watford (and Simon) as possible.

I plan to talk to Simon the next day, after classes are over and I can find a way to get him alone. I want to do this as soon as possible.

Simon

“I’m going to talk to Baz,” I tell Penny the next day at lunch.

“About what?”

“I’m going to tell him how I feel about him.”

“Wait it’s only been a day. Why are you moving so quickly?”

“Speak now or forever hold your peace, right?” I say. Now that I’ve said how I feel about him out loud to someone, I don’t think I can stop until I know if there is a possibility that Baz feels the same.

“That’s for weddings Simon. I don’t think that applies here. Don’t you think you should take some time to think about it before you rush into it?”

“If we’re being honest, I’ve been thinking about it for years. I was just never sure of my feelings until now. And I need to know if he feels the same.”

“What if you get hurt?”

I’ve been asking myself that same question since I decided to talk to him, but I’ve decided that knowing the truth has to be better than always wondering.

“At least I'll know.”

She sighs like she knows there’s no use trying to argue with me on this. I’ve already made up my mind. I just wanted her to know what I will be doing in case something goes horribly wrong, and for some reason, she can’t find me. There is no telling how Baz will react.

“Are you sure about this?

“Surer than I've been about anything in my life.”

“Okay. Good luck. When are you going to tell him?”

“Tonight after dinner.”

It’s soon, but I can’t contain my feelings any longer. I have been unknowingly suppressing them for long enough now. It’s time for me to let go and act on them.

I just hope I don’t get hurt in the process of doing so. I hope he feels the same way.

Baz

It’s almost time for dinner, and I still haven’t found a good opportunity to talk to Simon. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to find him before dinner so that I can talk to him, but I’m running late after football practice.

Dev and Niall are walking with me, and it’s Niall who sees them first. I think he tries to usher me past, but it’s too late. I’ve already seen them.

“Seriously?” I say, managing not to shout this time. “Is that Andi’s special place they take people or what?”

Football practice just ended and they have already found someone to make out with under the stands. Someone who is unmistakably not Simon.

I feel my hand clench into a fist, ready to hit Andi. How could they do this to Simon?

I’ve taken a step towards them when someone yanks me back.

“Don’t,” Dev says. “It’s not worth it.”

“I have to do something.”

“No, you don’t. You’ll get into trouble.”

“Fine. I won’t hit them, but I have to tell Simon.”

A look passes between Dev and Niall, and I can tell that they think that I’m going to do it to be cruel, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Yes, I hate the thought of Simon being with someone else, but I hate that person cheating on him even more. Simon deserves to know the truth. I want to try to save him from the heartbreak of being strung along by someone who obviously doesn’t care about him and finding out the truth on his one.

I keep walking away from Andi and their cheating ways, trying to come up with a way that I can break this to Simon without him hating me for it.

Dev and Niall don’t understand why I’m doing this, why I can’t just leave Simon alone, so we decide to part ways. It’s a good thing because it won’t do to have an audience when I do this.

Deciding to skip dinner and talk to Simon afterwards, I go up to our room to shower and then head down to the Catacombs to feed and think this through some more.

I don’t think that there’s an easy way to tell Simon that his partner is cheating on him, so I will just have to tell it to him straight. He already hates, so really, I’m the best person for this job. It’s not likely that he can hate me anymore than he already does.

He can get as mad at me as he wants. I just want him to know the truth.

Simon

Baz isn’t at dinner, which makes me nervous, but it's fine. I can wait until we're in our room to confront him. That will actually be better because if he decides to get all murdery on me after I tell him how I feel, the Anathema will kick in and protect me.

I'm so nervous about what I'm going to do that I can't eat. Not even the steaming plate of sour cherry scones looks tempting.

Penny tries to get me to eat, but I'm worried I'll be sick before I manage to say what I need to say to Baz. What happens if he doesn’t feel the same way about me? Will it change things between us? Will he be so disgusted that he’ll be the one requesting a roommate change this time?

I hate thinking that finding out that I like him will turn him against me even more, but that’s why I need to know the truth. I need to know if he’ll only ever hate me, or if there is a good reason that I’ve fallen for my vampire roommate.

Baz is waiting under a tree just outside of the Tower when Penny and I step outside, and I falter in my steps as he waves at me, a strange occurrence. The most he ever does to acknowledge me is sneer, so this is different. Is it possible that he already knows that I want to talk to him?

"You’ve got this," Penny whispers, giving my arm a squeeze before heading off toward her room. I wish she would stay, if only to bear witness to whatever Baz decides to do.

"Hi," I say warily as I make my way over to where he is standing.

"I would like to speak to you about something," he says stiffly, looking over my shoulder, like he would rather be doing anything but talking to me.

I won't let it get to me, though. I'm going to do this.

"I wanted to talk to you, too,” I say.

"Fine. But not here." He’s still distractedly watching the other students who are slowly exiting the dining hall. It’s like he's worried about being seen by someone. I wonder who could have him acting like this.

“Alright. Where then?” I ask.

“Our room.”

“Okay.”

With one last hard look at the people behind me, Baz turns on his heel and heads in the direction of Mummers House, not even bothering to check if I'm following him.

I do. Of course, I do. I’ve been following him for years. I’m not about to stop now.

Baz doesn’t stop moving or look behind him until we are safely shut away in our room, away from the rest of the world.

“What did you want to talk about?” I ask when he just looks at me for a long moment with an unreadable expression.

“Andi.”

“What about them?”

“They’re cheating on you.”

“No, they’re not.” What is Baz on about?

“They are,” he says insistently, stepping towards me, where I still stand beside the door. “I saw them.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know what you saw, but I can promise you that that isn’t true.”

“Before dinner, I saw them kissing someone under the football stands. The same place I saw them kissing you yesterday.” He looks away from me as he says this, like it’s hard for him to say.

“Oh.” Oh. Baz thinks that Andi and I are a couple. I feel myself blush, knowing that Baz saw me with them the other day. I didn’t think anyone saw us. “It’s not what you think,” I tell him.

“Then, what is it?”

“Andi and I aren’t together. They are allowed to kiss whoever they want.”

“What?” He asks, looking back at me, frowning. “But you were just together yesterday.”

“It isn’t like that.”

“What is it like?”

I open my mouth to respond, but I start to wonder why he cares. It isn’t any of his business.

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I say. It doesn’t matter why I kissed Andi, and I don’t have to explain it to Baz.

His jaw moves like he’s gritting his teeth, and his eyes flash. He takes a couple of steps towards me, wearing that expression he always does right before he hits me, and I throw my hands up to stop him.

“The Anathema,” I say.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he sneers. “I just want to know what’s going on with you and Andi.”

“Nothing. Why do you even care?” I ask curiously. Is Baz jealous?

“How can it be nothing? I saw that kiss. It didn’t look like nothing.”

“Again, why do you care?”

“I don’t. I just—.”

“Just what?” I need him to tell me, to say something that would give me a clue to whether or not he likes me.

“I thought you liked them. And I just thought you might want to know if they were cheating on you.”

“Well, thank you,” I say slowly, surprised by the softness in his tone. “But they aren’t cheating on me.”

“I can see that now, but you like them, don’t you? Why else would you kiss them?”

“There are lots of reasons to kiss someone,” I say. “It doesn’t have to mean that I like them. They aren’t the person that I like,” I add, wondering if there is still a way for me to say what I wanted to tonight.

“Oh. So, you were what? Trying to make someone jealous with that kiss?” Baz asks, sounding somewhat angry.

I shake my head. “No. I just wanted to know what it was like to kiss them.”

“Even though you like someone else?”

“Yes, because I don’t think that other person will ever like me back.” If the way Baz is acting is any indication, he just seems annoyed, but it still doesn’t explain why he’s asking so many questions.

“How do you know that they don’t like you?” He asks.

“Because it’s you!” I don’t mean to blurt it out like that, but this conversation is going nowhere. Softer, I say, “I like you, Baz.”

Baz

My entire body freezes, and whatever I was going to say next leaves my mind.

Simon has to be joking. Right?

He doesn’t like me. That’s not possible.

He hates me, and there is no way that they will ever change.

“But what about Andi?” I ask because I can’t think of anything else to say.

He sighs, and this look crosses his face that makes him look pained just for a moment before he just looks annoyed.

“That was just a kiss,” he says. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“How do I know that you don’t just want a kiss with me?”

“If I just wanted to go around kissing people, I can promise you that it would be a whole lot easier to do it with people other than you.”

He has a point. I would be the last person he would come to if all he wanted was some fun. I’m the person he comes to when he wants to get out all of his aggression, not to french with under the football stands.

He takes a step towards me, and it takes all I have not to take two steps back and put more space between us.

“It would be different with you,” he says softly.

“How?”

“Because I like you, and I want more than just a kiss.”

He sounds earnest, and I want to believe him, but I don’t know if I should.

What if this is just fun with him? Sure, he says he has feelings, but what if that changes? What if he changes his mind about me? I’m not sure that I could take it if he did.

Still, he looks at me with those ordinary blue eyes in a way that I’ve never seen him look at anyone before, and my heart does a flip in my chest.

I so want to believe him. I want to take a chance to see if this is real. The only thing holding me back is the fear of getting my heart broken, but I’m willing to risk that if it means being with Simon.

I don’t say anything, but I take a step forward to show him that I’m thinking about it, that I’m not about to walk away.

The corner of his mouth twitches, and then he steps towards me so that we’re standing toe to toe now.

He looks up at me with a question in his eyes. He doesn’t have to say it aloud because I know what he’s asking, and my whole body is screaming the answer at him.

With a nod, I murmur the word, “yes.”

Then, he kisses me.

It feels like he puts his whole heart into it, kissing me so deeply that it nearly knocks me off my feet.

I’ve never kissed anyone before, but I know that if I had, it wouldn’t have felt anything like this. It wouldn’t have felt this right because it wouldn’t have been with Simon.

Simon has always been it for me. Even though I spent years wishing that he wasn’t.

I hated myself for wanting him, but now, I’m just grateful that he somehow found a way to like me back.

Because he has to like me. It has to be true.

You don’t kiss someone like this without feeling something.

This kiss… It feels magickal.

I would think it really was magickal if I didn’t know that Simon was so shit at magic.

No, this a real kiss. A very perfect, passionate kiss that I will never forget.

Simon breaks away and presses his forehead to mine, and I find myself smiling at him in a way that I swore I would never do.

“Do you believe me?” He whispers, and I can see how anxious he is.

He thinks that I’ll say no, that I’ll push him away after we just shared that fiery kiss.

“Yes. I believe you, Simon.” Then, it’s my turn to kiss him.

I feel him smile against my lips, and I know that this is real.

Simon likes me, and that’s not going to change anytime soon.

No matter what comes after this, no matter what the Mage or the Families or the Humdrum throws at us, we will have this. We will have us.

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Spin The Bottle (a snowbaz fanfic) Chapter 1

Summary: The Eighth Years are playing Spin The Bottle at a party. When Simon sees that his ex-girlfriend Agatha cheated to kiss Baz, he decides to get revenge. During the next game, Seven Minutes In Heaven, Simon cheats and gets himself and Baz in the closet together. Oh my, what could they possibly do in the closet?

Simon

This is stupid. I'm in a huge house full of drunkards stumbling around, falling on top of each other, making out, and dancing like animals solely because I couldn't resist Penny's puppy eyes. Oh, this is so stupid.

I push through the bodies intoxicated with alcohol and wander around, trying to look for Penny, anyone. At this point, I'm even looking for Agatha-no. No, I'm not. Anyone, but not Agatha. As I whip my head around several times, trying to look past the towering dancers, I sigh and make my way towards the stairs. I'll just go upstairs, maybe there's not much of a crowd there and I can relax and find Penny and get the hell out of here.

Agatha broke up with me a week ago, and I've been a bit miserable since then. I was so confused and agitated and angry as to why she would want to break up. We're the perfect couple, her family loves me and we've been together for years now, and then she decides to call it off in the 8th year. I knew part of the reason she decided to call it off was that she liked Baz, and that made me more angry, more upset. So much so that I started eating less and Penny became genuinely concerned about me. So while I talked crap about stupid Baz, she had made a plan to take me to this party. Of course, at first I said no, but then she gave me her puppy eyes and emotionally blackmailed me, so I had to accept. I already regretted it the moment I entered, and she left me and told me to 'get another girlfriend'. It's been an hour now and I haven't seen her anywhere. I want to go home and if I don't find her upstairs, I'll go back by myself.

I finally make my way up the stairs and rest for a minute, leaning on the railing. I was right, there is barely a crowd here, the hall is completely empty except for a few people here and there. I start walking again and check a few of the bedrooms up here. Empty. No one's in them. As I make my way to the last door and reach for the doorknob, someone bursts out and bumps into me, our foreheads smashing together.

"Ahh," I let out. I look up to see the perpetrator is the devil herself, Penny.

"Penny," I start, "why did you bring me here? I wanna go back, I don't like it and it's certainly not helping me feel any better-"

"Merlin's beard, Simon. I'd been looking for you everywhere and was just about to come to get you right now. Where were you?"

"Where was I? Where were you? You left me downstairs all alone with those bloody drunks, I've been miserable! Well, at least we're leaving now-"

"We're not leaving."

"-so it's fin-what? Yes, we are. I've had enough, Penny."

"Come on, just give it another try, we're just about to play Spin The Bottle and it'll be really fun and the people inside aren't even that drunk as that downstairs so you can try a real convo with them."

"Oh, Penny, please, Spin The Bottle? What are you, in middle school?"

"Oh just come, it'll be great. I promise you won't regret it." She said as she grabbed my arm and dragged me in. Inside, everyone was scattered and they were all 8th years. Most of them I was quite friendly with, and others who I'd passed in halls before when I was going to my classes. As my eyes went over everyone in the room, they landed on Baz, talking to his minions, Niall and Dev. Baz.

Baz was here? And he was playing Spin The Bottle? I would've expected him to snide some stupid remark about us 8th years being too mature to play these types of games and then say he wasn't interested, but I guess not? And I hadn't even known he was coming to this party.

As if reading my mind, Penny says, "Every 8th year was invited to this party, we had decided to play these games beforehand, as kind of reminiscing old memories. Surprisingly, Baz agreed to this game without a remark. Guess he wanted to reminisce too, or just wanted to kiss someone. After this, it's Seven Minutes In Heaven. And, uhh...Agatha's here too."

She said the last bit in a really small voice as if apologizing. My eyes soared around the room once again, and I spotted her sitting in the half-made circle, excited. I quickly looked away, not wanting to meet her eyes after what she sent me through. Instead, I glanced at Baz.

He was now making his way towards the circle, sitting down a few feet away from Agatha. Upon watching him arrive, she blushed, and he smiled. Then, he looked my way and smirked. I felt a wave of anger rush over me from this. That prick always liked my girlfriend, and now that we've broken up, of course, he's going to make a move on her. That's probably why he even said yes to this game. She's probably the someone he wants to kiss. That bastard.

Baz

I had heard the door open a bit after Bunce had gone looking for Snow, and spared a tiny glance. It was Snow, he was here.

I felt my stomach drop to the floor and my spirit lift out of my body with hope all at once.

Snow is here, so there's a chance that I could get to kiss him, but I don't think I'll be able to handle that. And there's a huge chance that someone else would get picked. But still.

I only agreed to this game because I thought it was a bit childish, and it's been a while since I felt like a child again so I agreed. But now Snow is here, and I'm sweating with nervousness. I know he won't get picked, I just know, but I can't help but fidget.

I look at Snow as he takes in all the people here but look away before he gets to me and then look back after. I watch as he looks at Wellbelove and for a brief second, pain flashes in his expression, and is gone after because he looks away. I pity him, Wellbelove was his girlfriend for years and now she dumped him. It almost makes me want to stop toying with him by flirting with her. Actually, I do want to stop. I don't want him thinking that I want his ex-girlfriend. I want him, but he can't ever know that, no matter how much I want it.

I make my way towards the circle with Niall and Dev behind me and know he's watching. As I sit down, Wellbelove blushes and I smile at her, pitying her too as I'm not interested. I look over to Snow and smirk and watch as anger overcomes him. He's really too easy to mess with, I bet he thinks I fancy Wellbelove. The poor boy.

I talk with others while the circle fills and everyone's sitting now with the bottle in the center, and finally turn towards the people to see who's here. I see quite a lot of 8th years and but not all, guess some people decided to stay in the dorms tonight. Snow's sitting across from me, looking miserable as ever. I keep stealing small glances at him but making sure he can't see me. As I'm in the fourth one, I feel Dev nudge me from the side. I look over at him with a confused expression and he's smirking at me, obviously having caught me staring at Snow. I look away quickly, not wanting him to see the pink dusting my cheeks (I had just drained a deer before arriving at this party).

"Alright everyone, let's start the game." One of the girls says.

We play a few rounds, sometimes people of the same gender kiss, and everyone oohs and ahhs a lot, enjoying the show. Snow doesn't play, nor does Bunce, Wellbelove and me. When finally it's Wellbelove's turn to spin the bottle, Snow looks troubled, anxious to see who it would point to. I can already tell he's going to hate whoever this lands on, whether it be a girl or boy. And God forbid if it lands on him, that would be really fucking awkward.

My wish comes true, it doesn't land on him. Instead, it lands on...me. Me.

I hear the hooting of the boys and girls, but I'm so shocked that they just seem like white noise to me. This isn't right, I was just flirting with Agatha for fun. Now if we kiss, she'll definitely take that as a sign for us to get together. I don't like her, I never did. I knew she liked me and that she was gonna propose the idea of us soon, and had been preparing to turn her down. But this bottle has made things so much harder now.

I feel another nudge, and look up from the bottle to see Snow glaring at me. I can practically see the air bursting out of his ears, and his face is red with anger. Snow also knew Wellbelove liked me, he saw us holding hands the other day in the woods. I can see he's very near to going off, his magic is prickling at my skin, but he's also holding back somehow so that he doesn't make a racket. If he was angry with me then, he's livid now.

I look at Wellbelove and she's popping with victory, pride clear on her face. I think she spelled the bottle to turn to me, it's obvious she had something to do with it by the look she has on. I don't think she's even fazed that her ex-boyfriend is in the room, I think she's even more ecstatic that he'll watch her kiss someone else.

I've taken too long to think, and now everyone's chanting kiss kiss kiss like a bunch of 11-year-olds. This was a bad idea, such a bad idea. The talk with Wellbelove is going to be even harder and Snow hates me even more now. The boy I love despises me more now. But I know I can't back down, I have to do this. I mean it's just a kiss, I'll just give her a peck and pull away fast. I move forward toward her and she does too. We're on all fours, knees and hands, and she's so eager that she pulls me in from the back of my neck. I move to pull away after a second but she doesn't let go, instead, she pulls me closer and slips her tongue in my throat. The cheering grows louder. I don't like kissing her and I don't want to.

I forcefully move away this time, and as I am, I accidentally meet eyes with Snow. His face hardens and he looks like a psycho overcome by rage, his blue eyes glinting with anger. For a moment, he scares me, and I move faster. I pull away and she looks shocked, but then moves back to her side.

That was my first kiss. I've never kissed anyone before and she stole it, the witch. I didn't like the feeling at all.

We play a few more rounds, but I'm far off in my mind to pay attention. I won't even bother flirting with Wellbelove now. I'll just be blunt, serves her right for doing a despicable thing.

I'm regretting my life choices as the game finally finishes, and then we're about to start Seven Minutes In Heaven. I won't play this time, and if Wellbelove pulls something again, I'll just refuse to go in the goddamn closet with her. I won't be forced to play this bloody game with her.

Simon

I'm livid.

When the bottle landed on Baz, I was terrifyingly mad. When I looked at his face, he didn't sneer or smirk, instead, he looked a bit...upset...that it landed on him. But then I looked at Agatha, and she was overflowing with smugness. I knew. She had spelled this bottle to make it land on Baz and get me back for whatever reason. She knew I hated Baz and she didn't even care that I was in the same room, instead she spelled it to make sure that it lands on him out of all people. I'm not mad at Baz anymore, I'm mad at Agatha. I don't want her back now and I'm going to get revenge. I have the perfect way to do that too.

As we're getting ready for Seven Minutes In Heaven, the girls are writing everyone's names on slips of paper and putting them inside a hat. This game will be like that last one, meaning people of the same gender can go in the closet together. I know Agatha is gonna cheat again, so why don't I just do it?

I sneakily pick up a piece of paper when no one's looking and write Baz's name on it, and then keep it in my hand, and put my hand in my pocket. Let's see how she feels when I go in there with Baz, the guy she left me for and even cheated to get with.

As I step back, I look over at Baz again. He seems quite different now, almost bored like he wants to go home as soon as he can. I think about his expression when the bottle landed on him. He truly didn't look like he wanted to kiss her, and the rest of the game, he didn't pay attention to anything at all. Is it possible that he doesn't fancy Agatha and didn't want to kiss her?

Nah, he's probably plotting something, trying to catch me off guard. The bastard.

The game starts and Baz looks just as distant. Looks like he doesn't want to play, and keeps glancing over at Agatha and shows the tiniest hint of a glare. Does he know she pulled something? I wouldn't be surprised if he did, he's really fucking smart.

After about three rounds of the game, I can see Agatha's about to go next so I cut her off. Before she can let out a single word, I go, "I'm next" and she looks shocked, just as she did when Baz pulled away from her when they were kissing. She puts the I don't care at all, you know mask on once again but I know she's bit wary. I look at Baz and he's still not in this world. As I step forward and dip my hand (the one with the chit of paper, I made sure no one could see I was holding something) and act as if I'm pulling out a piece of paper, I have a cool look on my face. I know the paper in my hand has Baz's name on it and when I open it and say Baz, I look over to Agatha to see her reaction.

She looks stupefied, just standing still as the crowd erupts in a huge roar of hooting and cheering. She looks at me and I put on an expression of innocence. She's still horrified when people start pushing Baz my way. He finally snaps out of his dream and looks around with a confuzzled look on his face.

"What? What's happening?" he says, and I say, "I got your name in Seven Minutes In Heaven." I watch as his face contorts from one of confusion to one of bewilderment. Now, he's also stupefied, just like Agatha. He even starts stammering. Baz never stammers. He's always the one yelling at me to 'spit it out'.

The crowd takes notice of this and starts pushing us towards the walk-in closet, whilst ooh and ahh-ing their arses off. I look back at Agatha and the shocked expression has been replaced with a loathing one. She knows I cheated. But who said I cared? I throw her a smug look before getting shoved in the closet. They turn the lights off before closing the door and heading back.

We both stand there awkwardly in the dark for about 20 seconds, silence blanketing over us. Then Baz clears his voice and starts, "Listen, Snow," his tone indicates that he's gotten over his moment of shock and is now back to his senses, "Let's just wait the minutes out, they can't see us so they won't know."

I smirk in the dark. Even though Baz has seemed to found his cool again, he still seems a bit shaky and nervous.

"Well, I don't know about that that," I say as I move closer. I can just make out Baz's figure in the dark and as I take steps forward, he takes steps backward. "I mean, that would be cheating, and that's not right. Shouldn't we follow the game's rules?" I say smugly. I actually have no idea what I'm doing. My plan only intended for us to go into the closet together, but not do anything further. I just wanted Agatha to think we were doing something, to get back at her. But now, my feet and mouth are out of my control. They seem to be saying and doing the things they want, instead of listening to me.

Baz keeps moving further away until his back hits the wall. I smile triumphantly and lean over to his face until we're so close that I can feel his breath on me.

"Snow, what are you d-doing?" I chuckle darkly as I feel him shiver as I move closer to him, and by the look of his face in the dark, he doesn't seem too happy about that either.

Baz

I mentally slap myself for shivering and stuttering in front of Snow. When I was shoved in here, I had some time to comprehend this and figured that despite my shock, we wouldn't be doing anything. I mean, c'mon, Snow's a git, I'm a wanker and we both hate each other. Well, he thinks that I hate him.

I found my voice and told him to just sit it out but then he had this smirk on his face and started moving closer while saying things like we would be cheating if we did that. He has me cornered now, and once again I've lost the ability to think straight or speak. I don't dare open my mouth for fear of accidentally blurting out that I want to do something.

I still can't figure out what he means. Is he saying we should be doing this for the game? Is he toying with me? Does he want to do this? It's definitely not the last one, I know for sure. Then what's he doing?

I'm so wound up in my own thoughts and concerns that I don't notice him sneaking to my ear.

He whispers, "What needs to be done.

Then he kisses me.

I'm absolutely flabbergasted. Snow is kissing me. Snow is kissing me. Simon Snow, the boy I'm in love with, is kissing me! My eyes go back to their normal size as I push at his mouth, kissing him back with as much want as I can muster. He groans, and moves his hands to my hair, lightly tugging on a few strands near my scalp. I practically purr into his mouth at the touch and feel a light smile playing on his lips at my satisfying reaction.

Two can play at this game, I think, and move my hands to his small (A.N: smol) waist and grip it tightly, and feel content when a sigh escapes the confining walls of his mouth. We're full-on snogging now, and I'm still not in my right mind. He's doing this because of the game, isn't he? He definitely is. I mentally shrug as I decide that since this is a one-time thing, I better soak up all the Simon Snow I can. I push harder, turning him over so that he's trapped in the wall, and when he gasps because of the surprise, I slip my tongue in his mouth. He lets out a small mmh and I smile, moving my hands up to cup his cheeks and grab a portion of his bronze locks in each hand. He starts rubbing my stomach and I lean into the touch because it feels so good until-

Bam! The door flies open and suddenly I'm being ripped apart from Snow and the lights are on. I open my eyes, adjusting to the light and realize what we'd just done, eyes widening in shock and cheeks reddening in the embarrassment of being caught. I look up at Snow and see that he's the same, does eyes sparkling wide and cheeks turning an adorable shade of crimson, his freckles being flaunted and lips swollen. The hair is tousled because of when I pulled at it slightly and ran my fingers through it. In this lighting, Snow looks absolutely fucking gorgeous.

I look to the side and see a girl I passed in the hallway sometimes, and Niall and Bunce by her side, and behind them, standing at the door, everyone who was playing this stupid game gaping at us with their mouths half open. I look back and it's Dev who ripped me apart from Snow, his and Niall's face contorting into one of surprise and smugness, smirks decorating their features and a hint of mischief in their eyes. Bunce and everyone else just looks stunned by what they just witnessed the two boys who pick fights all the time in school doing.

Just as suddenly, the blanket of stunned silence is lifted and before I know it, everyone's dragging me out, howling and whistling and saying things like, "You took more than seven minutes so we got curious", "Never knew you had a thing for him, Baz", or "Someone was a bit eager there". I look over at Snow and he's also being bombarded by the people, being teased relentlessly.

We get carried out and people start the game again, but reiteratively, I can't concentrate and this time it seems like Snow can't either. I want to snog him again. I want to do all that again. And more. I want to be with him. But I can't. My chest fills with pain as I remind myself that what we did was just for the game, at least he did it for the game, even if I didn't.

Oh my God, I was probably coming off so strong on him and he probably was just messing with me. Oh no, what if he just wanted to peck me? I completely went overboard if that was the case. Oh Crowley, it's gonna be so awkward with him if that's the case. I can't face him now. I'm despicable in Snow's eyes and he hates me, he obviously just wanted a tiny kiss and I went and snogged him senseless. Aleister Crowley, he probably knows I'm in love with him now. Well, he might think I like him, but not that I'm in love with him. That's good. Oh, I was here thinking Wellbelove was going to cheat and pick me and I was going to have to humiliate myself and her in front of all these people by saying no and this is actually what happened.

Wellbelove. Wellbelove

I look around and my eyes find her. She looks as if she might kill someone. Not someone; Snow. She looks as if she might kill Snow. I was too distracted to notice her in the doorway with the other people, but now that she has my attention, I have to say I'm kind of scared. She looks terrifying like she might join forces with the Humdrum to kill Snow. I can't help but feel a twinge of amusement. She was so desperate to get me but instead, I got Snow. Ha, suck it, Wellbelove.

At the thought of him, I look around some more to find him. My eyes sweep over everyone in the bundle of 8th Years here, yet I can't seem to place him or Bunce. Did they leave already? If they're gone then why the fuck am I staying?

"Looking for your Chosen One, are you?" Dev snickers and Niall joins in from beside me. I feel myself blush, shake it off, look over at them and glare. "No, I'm not, and he's not my Chosen One. That was just a one-time thing, just for this game. And I'd rather not do it again."

"Baz, we know you're in love with him and we know you're looking for him. It's painfully obvious. But anyhow, Bunce dragged him away after you both came out. Probably asked him if he liked it and was fazed by it or not, like you." Niall retorts with a snort.

I feel myself blush harder than before, skin warming. "I was not fazed by it and didn't like it, it was just a bit enjoyable and I got carried away."

"Your burning cheeks say otherwise. Crowley, Baz, you must really like him a lot to be this red. When we tore you both apart, it looked as if you were about to explode. Never seen you like this before, and I have to say, I really like it."

I sneer at them both, but since I'm blushing, it comes out soft and they both coo. Ugh, bloody gits basking in my misery.

I spend the rest of the game pondering over Snow, whether he liked it or not. In the end, I'm sure he was traumatized by my animalistic jump on him and decide that since I've lost face in front of so many people who'll probably send this news to everyone else in school, I may as well start trying to get it back. From tomorrow on, I'll do my best to ignore Snow and this will just go back to normal. Even though I don't want it to.

After the game, I throw a tantrum and say that I want to go back. Dev and Niall just nod and keep making retorts about me and Snow, calling us Snowbaz. I tell them that I hate it and they say that I secretly love it, just like Snow. They're right. But they don't have to know that.

When I'm standing in front of my dorm, about to go in, I wonder if Snow's there and if he's asleep. He has to be, its past midnight and we have classes tomorrow (honestly these people's timings for parties are horrible). I take a deep breath, prepare myself and walk in.

Snow is awake.

He's tucked in bed, feigning sleep but the rhythm of his breathing tells otherwise. Why is he awake? Is he thinking about what happened earlier? If he is, is it bad or good in his mind? I'm too tired to stress over what he's thinking now, so I just get changed, brush my teeth and lay in bed. When I do, he's still awake. I face my back towards him and can feel his gaze burning holes through my skin, not allowing me to fall asleep peacefully.

I softly bring my hand up to my mouth, and finally, it hits. It hits hard.

I snogged Simon Snow.

Simon

Baz just came back from the party. It's kind of surprisingly really, because I figured he'd be too embarrassed to stay there after looking like he did when we got caught. Even though he's a vampire, his cheeks turned shade of red dark enough to spot from a mile away. I don't really know whether I should be saying this or not since I'm pretty sure I was even worse. And ugh everyone saw us. Now this is gonna be the talk of the whole campus and it'll be so awkward with Baz. They'll think that we fancy each other.

I don't fancy Baz.

Or...do I?

I kinda did just spend the evening snogging him, and enjoyed every bit of it. I loved how soft his hair was when I ran my fingers through it; how firm yet tender his lips were; how he gripped my waist and (probably unconsciously) rubbed circles onto it; how he loved it when I started rubbing his tummy and leaned into the touch; how he casually took dominance; how every reaction he got out of me made him grin against my lips; how soft his skin was; how he was incredibly good and knew exactly how to make me drunk off his lips even though I'm sure it was only his second time.

Aleister Crowley, do I like Baz?

I think I do. Why else would I be thinking about all this?

Although I don't think this is the first time I've thought about this. I've definitely thought about running my hands through his hair and gently caressing his face. About how his eyes are a stormy grey, a little green from the edges and contorting into a soft wet pavement colour as you go towards the center. About how he runs his hand through his hair when he's just come back from practice, and his shirt's sticking to him from the sweat, outlining every curve of his abs. About how he looks cute when he's really focused on something like homework or spells. About how his scent of cedar and bergamot makes wherever I currently am feel like home.

Fuck, I have feelings for Baz.

How did I not figure this out earlier? It explains everything now, how his presence kinda felt comfortable and how I followed him around so much in Fifth Year.

This is bad. I like Baz so now I won't be able to kill him. And he hates me.

Maybe I can get over the fact that I can't kill him. But I have feelings for Baz. According to how much I've been obsessed with him over the years and how much I loved snogging him today, I think these feelings are pretty strong, and if Baz finds out about them, he could use it against me.

Of course Baz doesn't like me, I'm his nemesis. But he was snogging me ruthlessly earlier, and—it might just be my imagination—looked a bit disappointed when we were pulled apart. But it was Seven Minutes In Heaven. It was a game. And I, myself, had suggested that we actually do something other than just cheat and wait around. He doesn't like me, he was just doing what I told him to

This is gonna end up really bad. I have tendency to wear my heart out on my sleeve but I can't let Baz find out about this. But...I'm still hesitant. No one kisses like that just for a game. Maybe I should talk to him. I should talk to Penny first though. What would I tell her? Yeah Penny, so remember the vampire that I've been obsessing over for 8 years and keep trying to get him expelled, yeah turns out I have a humongous crush on him.

Whatever, I'll just talk to her tomorrow at breakfast and ask if I should talk to Baz or not about this. That's gonna be so awkward, dear god.

But I don't have to think about that now. I can just revel in the fact that Baz is a few yards away from me, sleeping. Well, at least I think he's sleeping. I dare to open my eyes a bit, hoping to get a peek at Baz's face, but to my dismay he's turned away from me. Instead, I open my eyes fully and let them roam over his back, taking in every muscle pressing against the fabric of his shirt.

I have broader shoulders than him, but he's taller. Taller by 3 inches, the bastard. I had to purposely stand on my tiptoes when I was arguing with him.

I quietly, as not to let Baz know I'm awake, bring my hand up and lightly caress my lips. I kissed Baz. Merlin and Morgana, I kissed Baz. Wow. And I loved it. And I want to do it again, although I really doubt he would let me.

I let my sleepiness overcome my body and drift off to sleep while thinking of Baz.

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write-this-way-please · 7 years

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Forgive or Forget II

Forgive or Forget II [Having lunch with an old friend│Simon D&Christian Yu]

◇ Forgive or Forget I

Christian remembered watching you as you left the party. The obvious hurt, etched on your face as you got into the car with Kiseok. He felt so helpless. It was pretty obvious to anyone with eyes what was happening, but Kiseok was still trying to cover his tracks.

He couldn’t even pretend he was any better since it wasn’t like he didn’t have an ulterior motive. You were beautiful, fun, and he wished more than anything that he got your number that night...

It took you a few days to finally forgive Kiseok about his little antics at the event. But much like any other time, he charmed his way out of sleeping on the couch and back into your heart. You pouted as Kiseok clipped on a new charm onto your bracelet. “Don’t be mad Jagiya…” he nuzzled your cheek, lacing his fingers with yours. “You know you’re my girl right?” he whispered lowly in that voice you loved.

“I know…” you groaned looking at the little star charm on your bracelet. “Why do you only ever give me a charm after we fight? It’s never on an anniversary or something.”

“Because” he pecked your jaw. “We have more fights than we have had anniversaries and I like to spoil my girl.” he grinned against your skin. “Do you like it?”

“Shut up” you groaned, trying to not smile at that smug grin of his. He ran his hand up your thigh, giving it a little squeeze but you swatted him away. “I’m still not ok. That girl….she wanted you.”

“And? Does that mean I want her? I can’t help what other people want. But I can help what I want.” he smiled, caressing our chin and giving you a little peck. “The only thing I ever want.” kiss. “My one and only.” kiss. “You got that?”

“Yeah….I know...But still, I don’t like it...I hate it...why’d you have to let her touch you like that...?” you sighed looking away, pulling back just slightly.

“You know I have an image to uphold right? I can’t be rude to her… I don’t want to affect Jay and the business... What if she’s related to someone or knows someone bigger? What if she tells all her model friends and her agency? We can’t take that type of hit so I politely tried to reject her..” he frowned and sighed. “I should have been more stern...It’s my fault….because I made you upset.”

“No...you’re right. You were being professional.” you grabbed his hand. “I was being petty and childish...I’m sorry...Forgive me?”

He looked down and squeezed your hand. “You’re always blaming me for stuff like this...Why can’t you trust me?”

“What? I-” you stopped yourself. Was this because you didn’t trust him? No, you just didn’t trust her. So you didn’t trust his actions? Your brows furrowed as it set in. Maybe you didn’t completely trust him. “I’m sorry...”

“You were talking to that camera man for so long, it was obvious he wanted you but I trust my girl...” he raked his hand throw his hair. “Did I do something wrong? I made it so you can’t trust me...didn’t I?” he mumbled lowly. “The worst part is you intervened before I could even say no...”

“No...No I...It was my fault...I’ll be more careful..I’ll trust you...” you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

You had no idea how he always did it. But just like any other time you ended up being the one to apologize. Maybe he was right. You did talk to Christian for a while and he didn’t intervene once. Maybe there was something wrong with how you reacted.

The next day you made your way to your favorite little cafe downtown. “You came~” you chimed giving Jihoon a big hug.

He chuckled “Of, course I did. Where else would I be?”

“I thought the mighty punchline King Swings would be too busy for little old me. I haven't seen you in so long” You took a seat across from him, placing the little care package for him on the table. Every few weeks you two had lunch and you were always sure to whip him up some homemade snacks. “I baked you a cake.”

“You spoil me.”

You laughed “My brother calls me and always reminds me how much you like baked goods. He’d kill me if I didn't do anything for you” you grinned “I swear 60% of my brother’s letters are asking me to take care of you.”

There was something about the connection that people made in the military. They become family, more than family. Like blood brothers. The year that Jihoon served, your brother was his best friend. They looked out for one another. And he made a promise to him to keep an eye out on you while he was away.

“I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself” he chuckled, pulling the bag closer to him. “But I mean well- since you already made this for me I’ll eat it well.” He leaned back and took a sip of his coffee. “So how have you been lately? What’s going on in the amazing world of- what is it? Accounting?”

“Yes, yes it was.” you grinned leaning in. “I’m surprised you remembered.”

“Gotta keep in mind people that can do my taxes.”

“I’m a licensed CPA. Don’t waste my time.”

“Ouch fiesty~” he smirked “And speaking of wasted time. You and that fuck boy Kiseok still a thing?”

“Be nice” you scolded. “Kiseok’s been good to me. He has been...for years.”

“Has he really?” he groaned. “I just… I don’t trust him.”

“I know you two had your beef. But Esens can be friends with both of you and so can I.”

“Esen’s is a grown man. He can handle himself. He can be friends with whoever he wants”

“I’m a grown woman. I can date whoever I want. With, or without my surrogate brother’s blessing.”

“Surrogate or not. I’m using real brother rights to kick his ass if he hurts you.” Jihoon didn’t want to go into the endless rumors about Kiseok. It was part of his image that circles in the industry. But you were pretty much blind and in love. There was nothing he could say that would shake that. He’d seen the photos of you two and you would literally have sparkles in your eyes. He just wished that you saw that it may not have been mutual. “Be real with me...Is everything perfect?”

He caught how you hesitated, your eyes drifting down to your iced coffee. “No one’s perfect...Misunderstandings and what not...but we work on it….” you shrugged. “We try.” you smiled looking at your charm bracelet fondly, absently straightening the newest charm. “That’s all anyone can do right..? Try...”

“Let me guess. Fuck boy buy that for you?”

“Hm? Yeah- Be nice. Give him a chance.”

“Hell no” he gave you the biggest smile.

You laughed knowing that was the exact answer you were expecting. “Figures. But I appreciate you” Jihoon was so much like your brother, similar in personalities but differing ever so much.

“I heard about him and a model at the party the other day….” his voice trailed off.

You pouted, regreting making such a scene. “It… was a misunderstanding.” you looked down. “She just wanted to get in the music video” you repeated Kiseok’s phrase, emotionless and verbatim.

“Man he’s got you whipped. Just...be careful. Be wary of fuck boys Kid.”

“Thanks for the warning but I’ll be fine” you said more so to yourself.

You two spent the rest of your coffee date, catching up on old times. Even comparing notes about your brother’s military service from his letters. It was relaxing and fun and just what you needed.

After your lunch, you gave Kiseok a few calls but once again they fell on deaf ears. By the umpteenth time, his assistant picked up. “Hello? AOMG management.”

You smiled brightly. “Eunah, it’s me. Where’s Kiseok?”

“Oh hey!” she panted. You could hear her shuffling in the background before it finally got quiet. “He’s in a session right now, so his phone is in the office.”

“He’s not working you too hard is he? Does he have doing stupid errands again?”

“No-No, not at all. I just had to go on a coffee run. You know how he can get-Always needing his Americano” she laughed nervously.

You smiled, shaking your head. “Tell him to get his own coffee and stop being so lazy. Don’t let him boss you around.”

She laughed “I’ll make sure he gives you a call as soon as he finishes. He’s got a back to back recording so it might be a few hours.”

“No worries. Let me know if anything changes.”

“Will do”

That severely cut down your rush to go home, you were really hoping that he’d be done by now so you two could spend some time together. You wandered down the street.

From window shopping, to picking up a few groceries on the way you somehow managed to make it to the park. It was such a nice day, warm, but with a cool breeze. You didn’t even mind being outside. Anything was better than being coped up in your apartment.

“Fancy meeting you here”

You turned around hearing a familiar voice. “Christian?” you raised a brow. “You stalking me now?”

“You wish, Love” he chuckled holding up his drone. “I was just getting some test footage.” He raked his hand through his hair before adjusting his hat. “What brings you out?”

“Just ended up wandering to kill time.” you shrugged.

He nodded, watching you a little longer trying to find the words. “...Are you alright?”

You laughed and nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I saw you and your boyfriend the other night...at the party…”

“Oh…” you faltered, before laughing it off. “Man I was such a spectacle I must have looked so childish.”

He hated the pitiful smile you made as you fiddled with your bracelet. “Why in the world do you think you were being childish? You didn’t do anything wrong?”

“I...It was just...It was a misunderstanding. Girls throw themselves at Kiseok all the time. It’s not his fault he gets unwanted advances”

He scoffed. “Well from where I was standing it looked pretty mutual.”

“Well, it wasn’t” you snapped. But he held his hands up as a sign of peace, mumbling an apology. “I didn’t mean to yell...but sometimes things look like something they’re not...”

Seeing that there was no convincing you. He nodded, taking a seat beside you, wanting to get back on your good side. “You’re right. As a director, angles are the whole game.but sometimes things really are exactly what they’re made to be.”

Seeing the sadness in your eyes as you mulled over his words. He internally kicked himself. You were trying so hard to see the best in your boyfriend and here he was being an ass. “I..I mean.” he held up the remote to his drone. “Wanna try out my toy? It’s super cool? But kinda tricky~” he gloated.

“I think I can handle it, just fine thank you~” you chimed, grabbing the control.

“I’m sure you can” he smiled, watching you fondly.

To Be Continued…

Woot woot there goes the next part. I asked you guys what you wanted me to post and it was pretty even. It was like 2 of you guys wanted Junoflo, 3 wanted this one one and the majority of you guys didn’t vote haha so I figured any update was better than nothing.

:3 Remember to let me know if you want to see more~

#khh scenarios #khh scenario #khh one shot #khh imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #aomg scenarios #aomg scenario #aomg imagines #dpr scenarios #simon d scenarios #simon d scenario #simon dominic scenarios #kiseok scenarios #kiseok imagines #christian yu imagines #christian yu scenario

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simplysdmn · 7 years

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I Realized Pt.2

Anonymous said to simplysdmn: Can you please post a little ending of I realized of them getting back together?

A/N: Hey babe I hope you like this.

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Third Person’s POV

In reality, he really couldn’t have found someone better than Y/N. If he ever met a girl he potentially liked, he always compared. It was the littlest thing that kept him from moving on. They way her nose would crinkle when she was concentrating on something or when she was happier how her smile lines appeared bigger than usual or when she giggled at the dog that used to live around the corner from her. Everything brought him back to her.

She was in his mind all the time. She didn’t seem to pack all of her clothes that evening. She had left one of her t-shirts there that she always wanted to go back to get but she could never face Simon or the other boys ever again. She blamed herself for everything. How she should’ve known when Vik was suddenly uncomfortable or when Josh saw her in the doorway and suddenly had an upset face when she walked in or even when JJ shook his head when she was just about to walk into the room. She always thought she should’ve known.

It wasn’t that easier for Y/N either. She had drilled into her head that she had to move on, that there was always going to be someone after him, that there wasn’t enough time to dwell on the past. She loved Calum but not as much as she loved Simon. Despite all this, she always knew that Simon was in her heart. The way she got butterflies in her stomach and how her heart fluttered when she saw him at the red carpet. She dismissed all feelings that were going through her head and moved on.

The phone call was difficult for them both. They didn’t want to admit that especially Y/N, she didn’t want to seem weak, she didn’t want to seem as if she was still heartbroken. They wanted each other back but Simon was the brave one and admitted his feelings. Before she fell asleep she felt so guilty. She lied about her true feelings,she finally knew that her feelings for Calum were never that big. She didn’t know how to break it to him that night. He was so happy with the award and he had a fun night that she didn’t want to ruin it and everyday after that it was difficult to look him in the eye so she just flew back to England and stayed with her parents. She was stuck on him and there was no getting out.

After the call ended Simon broke down in tears and cried for the whole night until his eyes felt heavy and his body shut down. He woke up the next morning feeling tired and disgusting and felt that way for the next couple of months. His uploading schedule changed, his demeanor changed everything changed until he decided to get out more. He took Y/N’s advice but it failed completely. Every girl he met failed to meet his criteria. They were nothing like Y/N. He was stuck on her and there was no getting out.

She was sat on the couch next to Calum, nervousness pulsating through her body. She didn’t know how to explain herself, how to tell him that her feelings weren’t as strong as his were, that deep down she loved someone else. But on the other hand Calum knew that she didn’t love him like she loved Simon. He knew that one day she would come to her senses. As much as it hurt him to admit the truth, he knew one of these days it was going to happen.

They talked like adults and talked about their feelings. As much as it hurt them both they knew it had to be done. Their break up was simple, they broke up on good terms and perused to be friends. After this break up Y/N felt as if her she still had something to do. She knew what she had to do but she didn’t know how. But out of no where, she randomly gained courage and decided to call him. She was sat on her bed and began scrolling through her contacts. Her hand was shaking but she needed to go through with this. She paused before clicking into his contact. She began reciting what she was going to say, even though she knew she was going to be totally off track when the phone call was actually happening.

She held the phone up to her ear and waited for a reply. Simon was in the middle of making a video and totally forgot to put his phone on Do Not Disturb and got mad when his phone rang. He picked up the phone and looked the Caller ID before putting it down to let the person ring but then he took a second look and answered the phone almost immediately. “Hello?” He questioned, his voice hitched in his throat.

“Hey Simon, it’s Y/N.” She heaved a breath of relief when he finally picked up. She had totally forgotten what she had to say and almost started freaking out when she decided to just go with her hear.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just, you’ve probably seen all over social media that Calum and I broke up.” Simon eye’s widened in shock and he immediately went to research forgetting that Y/N was on the other end of the line.

“Simon, I can hear you typing.” She giggled, bringing him back to the phone call.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry about your break up Y/N, I know how much that must suck.” He was secretly smiling and was rejoicing in his head.

“It actually wan’t as bad as I expected because we both agreed that why we broke up was reasonable and it made sense.” He hummed.

“You dont have to answer if you don’t want to but why did you break up?” She sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She put the phone down on her lap and put it on speaker.

“I realized something. I realized that my love for Calum was never as strong as my love for you was. No matter how hard tried to get you out of my head, you always seemed to come back. And that day when we saw each other at the red carpet, I tried to dismiss any feelings that I had felt when I saw you but I couldn’t. You will always be in mind, you always be the one I want to wake up next you, you will always be the one I can trust with everything. That night I lied to my self and I lied to you and I can never forgive myself because I know I can build that trust with you again and I can build my love with you again and we can build something so much stronger than we already had.” Her shoulders relaxed when she had poured her heart out. Tears were welled up in Simon’s eyes.

“Y/N. I realized that after that phone call that I needed you more than anything. That you were the one I want to live the rest of my life with, have a family, hell even live far enough to have grandchildren. I realized that I want everything with you and if you’re ready to start again then I’m ready to start again. What I did was a mistake and I didn’t know what was going through my head I didn’t know what made me cheat. You didn’t deserve that and you will never deserve that.”

“I’m ready.” She whispered.

“Are you in London?”

“Yeah.”

“Send me your address and we’ll talk in person?”

“I’d love that.” She smiled.

He showed up to her door a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag of her favourite food in the other. After all these years he remembered all her favourite things and hoped that these never changed. The smile on his face when the phone call had ended was like no other smile he could’ve ever mustered. His housemates cheered when he told them the good news. It was the start of something new.

Y/N rushed around her house making sure that everything was perfect and made sure she looked decent enough. She phone called her best friend telling her everything that had happened in the past 30 minutes. To say she was excited was an understatement.

It was safe to say that they both realised that they were meant to be.

#miniminter imagine #miniminter #sidemen #sidemen imagines #sidemen and friends #sdmn imagine #sdmn #sdmn xix

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 7 years

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All My Idols Ch 15: The Video

Sorry if this is too cheesy...I already know it is.....

The lights are bright, so bright I can’t even see the crowd at first. A large hand in mine draws my attention away from the lights to see Seungri with his classic handsome smile, that is always contagious, a smile spreads across my face.

“Everyone say Hello!” Seungri yells into the mic as he holds my hand up, turning back to fully face the crowd. I’m surprised when they all shout back a very loud hello.

I automatically bow deeply to the crowd, I almost considered getting on my knees if I wasn’t in a dress. Though I yell hello as loud as I can, not many people can hear me. Seungri hands me his mic and gestures for me to try again.

With a deep breath I say, “Hello I am Charlotte.” Again, I bow.

“Aigoo, our princess is so nervous,” Seungri teases but his grip on my hand tightens comfortably.

“Should she be nervous everybody?” Youngbae’s voice seems full of playfulness but not a single person misses the threat in it too.

The crowd yells, “No!”

“Good!” Youngbae smiles wide, “Now we know a lot of you guys will be upset with this news. But let me clarify that Charlie is not dating any us, she is just a friend. Say it with me,” He holds out the mic expectantly, the crowd echoes his words.

“Can I say something?” I ask the boys quietly. They smile and nod, staying silent for me to speak. “Hi, I’m sorry if this upsets any of you but I just want to say thank you for not rioting or something, I was really worried about that.” My erratic heart beat calms down a bit when the crowd responds with a laugh. “As a fan myself, I understand if anyone is mad, I would be too if I found out some strange girl was spending time with my oppas. But please don’t be too mad, I would be really thankful it if you all you could see that I’m not some girl who weaseled my way into their life. I just happen to be in the right place at the right time to run into Top oppa who introduced me to everyone else and things just got kind of crazy from there. I have no intentions of dating anyone, though if some asked me to marry them, could you blame me for accepting?”

I grin when the crowd cheers, all the faces I’m able to see are filled with smiles or at least not frowning.

“I will try to stay out of the way as much as possible but for the few moments you might see me, please take care of me.” To say the least, I’m surprised when the crowd boos.

Seungri grins at me, “I think they like you.” He says loud enough to be picked up by the mic. The crowd cheers.

“This is going much better than I thought it would,” I say honestly.

“Lets see how much they really like you,” GD beams at me and to the crowd, “for all those who would like to see the princess crowned please cheer as loud as possible, and for those who do not,” He pauses as the bright smile fades from his face, “leave.” The iciness in his voice makes me cringe. “You have a minute to decide.” We wait as the crowd chatters amongst themselves. I watch as some leave the crowd, while others move closer. When their minute is up, the crowd didn’t seem much smaller, and I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself. Grinning wide GD yells, “Who wants to be a knight to the princess?”

The crowd cheers loudly, and the boys all turn to me with child like grins at their success. Suddenly Fantastic begins to play and the groups from earlier flood on to stage to join in on the performance. BTS, Ikon, Seventeen, Got7, and Twice get to me first, while the other groups try to get to me as well. Still holding my hand Seungri begins jumping and thrashing around to the music. Too excited to not join along I follow his crazily stupid dance moves. I’m passed around stage as the song goes on, both the crowd on the floor and the crowd on stage dance like maniacs. When the song is over Daesung pulls me center stage. The other groups stand around us with grins. GD appears with a gorgeous golden tiara. He easily places it my hair, adjusting it just right before stepping back to stare at his work.

I stare at him with a small smile, “How do I look?”

Looking to the crowd GD repeats me question, “Well everyone? How does she look?” The crowd screams.

“As a little gift for you we asked all of your knights to make a little video for you,” Top says a the people on stage part to let Bobby and B.I, who are carrying a large throne like chair, through. They set the chair down with the back to the crowd, facing the massive screens on stage. Bobby sits me down in the chair before leaning on the back. I sit there and stare up at the screen nervously.

The dark screen suddenly flashes and all of Ikon is staring down at us, all except Bobby, who I’m guessing is holding the camera. When his voice comes over the speakers, my assumption is confirmed, “As the princess’s first official knights we are in charge of getting a message from all the other knights before the corination. Are you ready to accept your mission?”

“Yes!” The six other members yell out.

“We will go first,” B.I smiles awkwardly into the camera. “Noona we just want to say how much we appreciate you and all the hoops you have jumped threw to spend time with us.”

The focus goes to Jinhwan, “Hello my little dongseang and to the amazing crowd who stayed in support.” The crowd cheers and I find myself cheering along with them. “I just want to say thank you for being so accepting of our princess and I hope you decide to join our brotherhood of knights.” After the others go Bobby begins wandering down the halls of back stage, stopping when he finds BTS.

“Say hello to the princess!” He yells to the confused group of boys. “This is the video that is going to be played at the show so stay classy.”

The whole stadium laughs.

Jin steps forward first, “To whoever is watching this-“ Poor Jin isn’t able to say much before J-hope cuts him off.

“Hyung, you’re making this seem like your last words. Be fun!” J-hope hops into view, being his normal derpy self. “Princess! Since I am your bias I should be the one to leave the message. We love you very much!” He makes a heart with his arms as he continues his dance.

“You guys suck at this,” Bobby groans as he leaves the room, ignoring the very loud complaints from the group of boys behind him. Down the hall he spots more groups; Girls Generation, Twice, Red Velvet, and Mamamoo all give their adorable greeting with perfect smiles. As Bobby travels farther he runs into Seventeen, Monsta X, Topp Dogg, and a few others. Though their messages aren’t long I feel warmth growing in my chest as I resist the urge to cry at such happiness.

When the video is over I can’t help it when a single tear rolls down my cheek. Looking over my shoulder I see lots of fans already bawling or on the verge because of their idols heart filled messages to all of us. The video doesn’t end there, the camera turns around to show a very unflattering view of Bobby with a silly smile making me laugh.

“There a lots of people who wanted to be here but couldn’t so they recorded a video earlier,” He explains. “I hope you enjoyed this, I love you all!”

The screen switches to the whole AOMG crew making me grin like a maniac when Jay starts talking, “Hello there Princess! Sorry we can’t be there as much as we wanted to. But we still want to hope that you had an amazing coronation. We can party it up when we get back from America!” In the back round the group of guys, Loco, Gray, Simon Dominic and a few more are screaming like maniacs and running around. I can’t hold in my laughs at such a crazy sights. When they are done I want to scream when EXO pops up, all nine of them standing there in their outfits for playboy looking absolutely breath taking.

“Congratulations Princess!” They all yell together, making me grin bigger then ever before.

“Sorry we could not be there due to scheduling but I hope you know we wish you well! We will see you at the next award show, hopefully we can become closer!”

#exo #big bang #bts #ikon #AOMG #monsta x #girls generation #kpop harem #kpop fluff

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