#me scrolling down to the first set i've ever made: wow it's been a whole mf year sjdjfkjsgjsfgjksfjk

[skz-films]

hi, adri here :D to celebrate hitting another milestone and my 1 year of giffing for skz here on stayblr, i’m opening gif requests again. u can send them in thru asks! thank u so much <3

#skzfilms post #milestone post #me scrolling down to the first set i've ever made: wow it's been a whole mf year sjdjfkjsgjsfgjksfjk #it doesn't feel real #i will never forget how warm and welcoming ppl are here thank u so much for everything:((( <3 #i also have too many gif ideas written on my notes as we speak and i'll slowly add them one by one to the series i've alr started #u can ask abt them if u want! #and the cb being the pressing matter on hand: i will still gif whatever i can during this era #i'm so excited for get lit both the song and the music video and i wish we had unveils of other bsides too #i'm so excited i'm literally vibrating out of my skin #and we only have 4 days left. CRAAAAZYYY

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

So a time ago the Swedish singer, and Eurovision winner Mans Zelmerlow did a naughty interview, with questions as: "Last time you watched porn?" "eh last night..". "Last time someone saw you naked?" "Last week! Was a date.", "Ever had groupsex?" "Yes I have, funny question." I think Dylan should do such an interview. 😈

Oh my GAHDDDD!!

Imagine him just casually sitting there nonchalantly answering those questions like... Okay... here's a fake transcript so we can all live out our Dylgeneracy together. Please keep in mind that there is no reality in which I think he would actually publically answer these questions with anything more than obvious jokes... but like... whatever 😈

[Interviewer]: "Dylan! Nice to see you."

[Dylan]: "Nice to see you too."

[Interviewer]: "So 'The Outfit' was incredible and I was so excited to see you in something that shows off a new side of your abilities."

[Dylan]: "Thanks! That's so nice!"

[Interviewer]: "Of course! I'm sure you've been asked this so many times, but what was it like working with the likes of Graham Moore and Mark Rylance?"

[Dylan]: "Oh, man. Incredible. Both of them are... ya know, so good at what they do. Gifted. You learn so much working with people that uh... that have that many skills in their back pocket."

[Interviewer]: "Oh I'm sure. Graham is a first time director but an Academy Award-winning writer. Do you think him being both the writer and director of this piece made it harder for him, or how was that from an actor's perspective?"

[Dylan]: "Good question. I mean... Graham is just one of those rare people that's just... ya know, gifted? He's just good. His instincts are incredible, and even though he... like, wrote the script... he wasn't afraid to let things organically evolve. At least a little bit. He wasn't precious about his baby, ya know? If that makes sense."

[Interviewer]: "Sure, yeah! It sounds like his first outing was a success then?"

[Dylan]: "Yeah. 100%. He's an incredible filmmaker."

[Interviewer]: "Alright. So, I'm sure you've been talking a whole lot about this movie, and even though I try to ask interesting questions, I'm sure all this gets a bit repetitive for you."

[Dylan]: "I mean... sure, yeah. It can be, but I don't mind."

[Interviewer]: "Well... Now, feel free to say no, but I was wondering if you might be game to answer some more... colourful questions? Unrelated to the film."

[Dylan]: "Uh... Hmm. How colourful are we talkin'?"

[Interviewer]: "Well, I suppose you can set your limits, but the first one I've got written down here is: 'when's the last time you watched porn?' So, that colourful."

[Dylan]: "Well! That's a fucking kaleidoscope, yep..."

[Interviewer]: "Yeah... We can go generic if you'd rather?"

[Dylan]: "Shit...I mean... Ya know what? I guess I'm game. Fuck it."

[Interviewer]: "Really? That's Awesome!"

[Dylan]: "The internet is gonna love this shit."

[Interviewer]: *laughs*

[Dylan]: *laughs*

[Interviewer]: "So... thoughts on that first question?"

[Dylan]: "Oh, the porn thing? I watched some good shit last night, man."

[Interviewer]: "Oh yeah?"

[Dylan]: "Yep. Gotta blow off steam during a press tour somehow." *winks*

[Interviewer]: "Fair point. Any particular preferences when it comes to that kind of thing."

[Dylan]: "Nah, man. I just scroll. Lots of shit catches my eye. Nothing super specific."

[Interviewer]: "So no inflatable fetish then?"

[Dylan]: "Hahaha! Holy shit. No, I wish I was that interesting though."

[Interviewer]: "Okay, porn aside, when's the last time you saw someone naked?"

[Dylan]: "Hmm... Alright, this is probably a whole lot less salacious than everyone's hoping for, but the last naked ass I saw was my buddy's like three days ago."

[Interviewer]: "Well, that's sound like it has salacious potential."

[Dylan]: "Haha! Wow, dude. I mean, he's a good lookin' man, don't get me wrong, but it was more of an accidental walk-in situation."

[Interviewer]: "Still sounding a tad salacious."

[Dylan]: *laughs* "We were at my place with some other friends, and I walked into the bathroom where he was changing into his swim trunks. Bare ass in my face."

[Interviewer]: "Nice ass?"

[Dylan]: "Oh yeah. Choice can."

[Interviewer]: *laughs* "Thanks for being such a good sport with this."

[Dylan]: "Oh, no worries. This is actually kinda fun. Nice change of pace."

[Interviewer]: "I wish I could steal more of your time, but I've only got enough left for one more question."

[Dylan]: "I know! These things always fly by, huh? Make it a good one then, I guess!"

[Interviewer]: "Alright. I'm goin' for it! Have you ever had group sex?"

[Dylan]: "Oh damn! Okay. I see you. Uh, you know... I think some things are better left to the imagination, so I hate to say it, but I'm gonna exercise the veto on that one."

[Interviewer]: "Haha! That's totally fair. I did throw the whole rainbow at you on that one."

[Dylan]: "Yeah ya did! But... ya know... me not answering that will probably get people talkin' even more."

[Interviewer]: "You think?"

[Dylan]: "My Twitter mentions will be a shit show." *chuckles*

[Interviewer]: *laughs* "Sorry about that."

[Dylan]: "Nah! Don't be. This was fun."

[Interviewer]: "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed!"

[Dylan]: "One of those interviews I won't forget, that's for sure."

[Interviewer]: "Well, again. I appreciate your time, so much. The film was excellent, and I can't wait to see what you get up to next."

[Dylan]: "Thanks! You'll be the first to know if it involves group sex." *wink*

[Interviewer]: *laughs*

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien concept #trashy writing #listen #I have so many things to do #and for whatever reason #I chose to do this for 45 minutes? #ANYWAY #enjoy? #whatever the fuck this is? #fake interview #THIS IS NOT A REAL TRANSCRIPT #for the love of god #fake interview drabble

[poguestvff]

Used To The Cold — S. Cameron

In which Sarah Cameron comes to a realization after her girlfriend moves across the country.

taglist | main masterlist | 2.0k words

warning(s): none, fluff, i heart sarah <33

Have you ever lost something that held either so many memories or brought a sort of happiness that just warmed you immediately even at the sight of it? Most people have something like that. Such as for children when it comes to losing stuffed animals or action figures that were a source of comfort, they missed it like hell. Said children grow up and look for a new source of comfort. Some teenagers found it in weed and alchohol, others in sports. For Sarah Cameron, she grew out of the beautiful pink blanket her father had gotten her as a toddler. As she grew into a teenager, she found a new solace.

Her girlfriend.

Sarah made it very apparent to show her love to her girlfriend who, at one point, was just her best friend who she could hardly even bare to be away from. Sarah had known she'd loved Y/n before they even got together by the way Sarah had never felt claustrophobic in the friendship that she held with the other girl. She said the three words within the first six months of being with her, words she had never spoken to another being other than her family. It was a word she, personally, took seriously. For her to say it to Y/n showed the amount of trust she held within her. Trust to not feel so closed off with Y/n.

At the beginning of the relationship, Sarah was glad that not much had changed between the two of them. That Y/n let her have her space whenever she needed it without the dependent need to be together all day though it quickly became backwards. Sarah grew even more clingy to Y/n, hardly able to deal without her hands being stuck to her girlfriend like glue. Whenever they went out to lunch, Sarah played a one sided game of footsies that only brought a smile upon Y/n’s features, one of Sarah’s favorite traits about her. Sarah loved the idea of always having a person to call her own, Y/n seeming to be the one person who could bring out her newfound touchiness. Though, sometimes she pondered on whether Y/n herself was even handling it or if she just ‘put up’ with it. If she did have an indifference towards Sarah’s actions, she surely never showed her disinterest in it.

Though the last time Sarah had held on to her girlfriend felt soul crushing and gut wrenching. As the two of them stood on the creaky, wooden dock just before the ferry, Sarah felt drained. Between the amount of crying she’d done in just the past few days had been enough to make her want to sleep forever and the comfort of her girlfriends arms around her hadn’t helped that feeling. Tears held a steady stream down both of their faces though Sarah was the one who was unable to contain her sobs. People passed around them, solemn looks given to the two of them as they listened in on the sniffles and soft wails.

Y/n didn’t need to be a genius to understand that this was twice as hard for Sarah as it would be for her. Y/n was leaving, miles away that Sarah couldn’t even pin on when the next time she’d being able to hold on to her would be. All she knew was that this embrace that Y/n held on her would be the last one for months and there wasn’t a thing that would be able to make up for it between now and then.

It evoked an indescribable sort of fear within Sarah but she knew it was immutable. If Sarah could, she'd even drop her whole life within Outer Banks to follow her girlfriend across the world. There wasn't much Sarah wouldn't do and there wasn't much Y/n wouldn't do for Sarah either, including the moving date having already been pushed back a month because of Y/n's several arguments with her parents.

"I don't want you to go." sarah whispered as y/n kissed her neck. She could hear the blonde's pained and wavering voice, how affected she already was even as Y/n hadn't even stood on the boat yet.

"I know, lover." the y/h/c girl spoke in a low tone, only sarah able to hear her words of affirmation. Y/n was first to pull back, placing her hands on Sarah's cheeks. The sight of Sarah with puffy eyes and a quivering lip made y/n's heart throb and a guilty feeling blanket over her like a raising tide. "i'll visit. Every chance I get, you know I will."

"It won't be the same." she lamented. Y/n placed her lips against Sarah’s, delicately as if the blonde were made of porcelain. When Y/n's parents had called for her and Ward and Rose had called Sarah away from the dock, Sarah only seemed to want to cling further, fingers pressing further into the thin jacket Y/n worse, but their time had finally run out. Even after weeks of pretending that they had all the time in the world, like nothing could pull the two of them apart, it had happened.

The first few weeks, the whole Cameron house had known Sarah spent most of her nights crying herself to sleep and the entire Y/l/n house knew Y/n was not going to be speaking to them for a little while due to their newest decision. Both groups of parents hadn't known that pulling the duo away from one another would become such a quagmire for each of them.

When Y/n did finally decide to talk to her parents, it was usually to say she was leaving to explore the area in which she refused to get to know the first few days. With a driver license, it gave her just a bit of freedom from her parents who's impromptu decisions had still caused for a tearing in their familial relationship.

Y/n sat in her parked car, a hot beverage in hand to adjust to the cold in which she'd just stood in for five minutes. All of it for a drink that wasn't even that good in her opinion but she dealt with it. With the hand not holding the steaming drink, she opened her phone, smiling immediately at the photo of her and sarah as her background. She unlocked it, scrolling around to find Sarah's contact and setting her phone up against the dashboard. While it began to ring, Y/n situated herself to begin to drive. "Hi, Y/n/n!" Sarah shouted excitedly the second she'd answered.

At her tone of voice did Y/n laugh. The enthusiasm was no surprise but it was funny to Y/n every time. "Hi, baby." She replied, fhe smile remaining on her face as she looked towards the screen. Sarah sat at her desk, her hands under her jaw though a pencil between her fingers. She had focused all of her attention from the papers in front of her to the driver on the other end of the phone. "What are you doing?"

The sound of whizzing paper had made Y/n glance to the phone seeing a math sheet now replacing Sarah's face before she placed it back down, a frown appearing on her features. "Math."

"Didn't you just start like two days ago?" Y/n asked, taking a sip from her drink.

"Yes and this teacher is an absolute bitch. You're just lucky you don't start for another week. You would hate Mr. Henley."

Y/n let out an awfully dramatic gasp. "Um, hello, Mr. Henley was literally my home room teacher last year, I'll have you know. Show some respect." She said, almost missing Sarah's chagrined look as she smiled.

"You're supposed to be on my side here."

"Sorry, i don't believe in biases, Sar." She joked for sarah to let out a small snicker.

"So tell me, how's minnesota?" Sarah asked, trying to spark up a conversation even if the distance was the same thing she wanted to keep her mind off of.

"Oh, it's so great. So many hot people." she remarked.

"You're not funny, no one has ever found you funny." Sarah replied though unable to hold in her laugh along with her girlfriend. "I'm serious. we haven't talked much about it and i don't want to like... avoid your new life now."

Y/n sighed, looking towards the phone to see Sarah looking back down at her work in front of her. "Fine. Well, it doesn't particularly suck. The no surfing part definitely does, though, but what can you do. And the coffee here... no, its just so bad, babe. granted, i only had one, and it's in my cup holder right now but it's gross."

"My coffee making is better, right?" Sarah asked as Y/n gave a hefty nod.

"So much better, even if it is the only thing you're good at making." Y/n laughed and Sarah attempted to refuse a smile, her cheeks quivering from trying to keep it down. "But the weather dropped today, randomly. It was seventy yesterday, fifty today but i think i'm getting used to the cold."

Sarah lifted her head back to the phone, watching Y/n focus on driving, her eyes diverting on places away from the screen. Sarah but at her inner cheek, drumming her fingers against the white wood that rested under her forearms. "Used to it?" Sarah asked. She knew Y/n's move was permanent at least until she was eighteen but something about those words made it seem more realistic. She was getting used to a place that wasn't home.

Y/n hummed. "Yeah, i'm probably being dramatic. I saw a guy walking around in a tank top and shorts while i'm wearing double pair of socks right now." she grinned at her own comment though picking up on Sarah's sudden discomfort when she replied with a small 'wow'. "Lover?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Y/n asked, the car slowing to a stop at a red light.

Sarah quickly shook her head. "No, it's nothing. Just... the work. Keep your eye on the road."

"Sarah." The blond recognized the tone of voice quickly.

"Just... I just fully realized how permanent this is. I won't see you until, what? December? That's a long time, Y/n! And, i get it, it's your home now and i can't do anything about it but—"

Y/n was quick to cut her off. "I never said this is home. Sure I live here but it's just a couple walls and a roof. It's not home, Sarah." Y/n began. "Home is you. And trust me, i've been missing home the second i got on that ferry."

Despite them having to look at one another through a glass screen the feeling—the connection between the two of them was still felt. Sarah could feel the normal warm feeling she would've gotten whenever Y/n would simply hold her hand or brush her hair over her ear. she held that much of an effect on Sarah in person and somehow even thousands of miles away.

Sarah hadn't even realized she had been staring for a total of twenty seconds until a singular tear fell down her blushing cheeks. she quickly sniffled, recomposing herself as she wiped it away. "Are you seriously making me cry right now?" She muttered with the way the atmosphere had become though relishing in the way Y/n laughed in response.

"Yes, thank you for ignoring everything i just said, lover." Y/n put the car back in drive as the light went green. Due to the steets being relatively empty in her new small town, she took the time to look back over at the phone to Sarah. "I love you."

Sarah's smile widened in thag very moment, pursing her lips before pushing them out. "I love you more."

"And don't worry. I won't get to used to it. I'll be back home, to you, before you even know it." Y/n took a small glance to the phone, enjoying Sarah's gaze that showed even with the distance put between the two of them, they'd be fine.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron fluff #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron #obx imagine #john b routledge #pope heyward

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva stolas #stolas x reader #stolas

[dingobabywrites]

 so, in light of recent events, people have been discussing when they think Dean and Cas realized that they were in love with each other. While I 100% believe dean realized in purgatory, I dont think Castiel realized until Dean broke Naomi's connection.

BUT!!!!

I also think that is around the same time Sam realized it too. Obviously Charlie already knew ( " what about Castiel, he seems helpful and..Dreamy" she's a lesbian. That comment wasn't for Her!") I think Charlie was the one to point it out to sam and I think the two of them agreed to keep it to themselves since neither of those two would have been able to handle that information. So, I wrote a little thing about how I think it went down.

I also wanted to give myself an explanation for those wierd looks and mystery note from the end of the episode...so yeah...here's that.

Sam hobbled down the hall to the guest room, his hand still throbbing from knocking Dean unconcious . It was…worrisome, to say the least, that he was having this much trouble with healing from such a minor injury, not to mention the other things that were happening to his body; the fatigue, coughing up blood. Troubling, but, as much as he hated to admit it, worth it. Dean had been pissing him off more than usual lately anyway. It wasn't just the trials. Sure, he was frustrated with Dean for thinking he wasn't strong enough to handle them (he had fought against Lucifer in his own mind for christ's sake) but it was everything else too. His loyalty to Benny still didn't sit right with him. He had been so quick to kill Amy, just because she was a monster. He didn't care that she was just feeding her kid. She was just a monster to him. But for some reason, Benny got a pass. Sure, the guy saved both their asses, he was grateful for that, but even Bobby knew it was wrong.

And then there was Cas.

 

Sam wanted nothing more, than to tell Dean that he should have learned his lesson the first time with the Angel. It wasn't like he didn't like Castiel. Of course he did. He was appreciative of everything the guy had done for them. Dean was right that he had saved their asses more than once. It was just….at the end of the day, whether they liked him or not, Castiel had betrayed them. He understood that perfectly. What he couldn't understand, was why dean was so suprised by him doing it again. Hell, Dean had been the one to bring up that fact that the guy wasn't acting right since he got back and yet, there he was, praying to him, putting his trust in him again. It was maddening, to say the least. He had tried to talk to his brother about it, but Dean immediately shut down.

So, yeah, his hand was still hurting, but it was damn worth it.

He turned the corner to find Charlie stuffing her things into her duffle. He knocked on the door frame with his uninjured hand. "Hey, there."

"Sam." She half smiled, when she turned around, her eyes still a little bleary from crying. "Hi, I'm just…just packing up to head out and…" she sniffled and plopped down on the bed, covering her face as she began crying anew.

Sam walked into the room and pulled up the desk chair, sitting down in front of her. "Dean told me what happened, while you two were under." He said. "I am so sorry about your mom, Charlie." He placed his hand on her shoulder as she began crying harder. "I know how hard it is to let go like that…"

"Dean was right," she sniffed. "I needed to stop holding on."

Sam let out a bitter scoff and pulled his hand back, squeezing both hands between his legs. "Yeah, Dean's always right, isn't he? Too bad he can't follow his own advice."

Charlie looked up, her eyes sad and confused. "Holding on to my mom was the reason I was stuck there. If he hadn't made me let go, I would have died.we both would have."

Sam shook his head at himself, trying his damndest to let go of his own bitterness to be there for his friend. "Ya, I know. I'm sorry…just…I know you're hurting right now, I just want you to know I'm here for you."

Charlie sniffed again, wiping her arm across her face to dry it before leaning back and staring at Sam. "I don't get it." She said, as firmly as possible.

Sam, leaned back and shrugged. "Me neither, really. I always thought all djinn fed off happiness. It's like every time we figure stuff out, something new comes along to throw us off our game."

"Not that." Charlie said, waving his statement off. Sam looked at her, confused, not sure what she was referring to. She took a breath and pulled a book out of her duffle throwing it on Sam's lap. 'Mystery Spot' By Carver Edlund. "You say these books happened in real life. That everything written in them actually went down…but the past two times I've been around you guys…you certainly dont act like you do in the books."

Sam skimmed the first page of the book and chuckled, tossing it back on the bed next to Charlie. "Yeah, well, things have just been different, I guess."

"So, you used to love and support each other, no matter what and now you just, what? Stopped?" She asked.

"It's…" Sam scoffed and shook his head. "things are just, more complicated now…"

"You maybe, wanna elaborate there buddy?" She asked. "I may be a genius, but a mind reader, I am not."

Sam let out a breath and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He figured it might feel better to at least get something off his chest. "To be honest Charlie, I dont think Dean is cut out for the job anymore."

"Why not?"

"His judgment, for one thing." Sam answered. "I don't know, just ever since he got back from purgatory… he's been…it's like he can't think straight anymore. He used to be no nonsense when it came to killing monsters and only trusting people he knew he could trust and now… I mean, I get it. Purgatory was rough on him, but the guy has literally been to Hell and back. I don't see why this time is any different."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked softly.

"I mean like, being friends with a freaking vamp." Sam answered, coldly. "Yeah, Benny wasn't like the others, and I get the whole 'brother's in arms' aspect, but it still doesn't make sense." He waved his hand, gesturing back at the book before letting it drop. "That Dean? That Dean would have never put his trust in a monster. That Dean wouldn't let people back into his life that had screwed him over, and now…I don't know, now it's like he just doesn't care about letting people in that who could hurt him, or…people who already have."

"So, it's not just about the vampire." Charlie said. "Who else has Dean been trusting that you don't think he should?"

Sam gritted his teeth and shook his head. "Cas really messed him up Charlie. I mean, the guy already turned his back on us once and Dean just let him back into our lives like nothing even happened."

"Ah." Charlie said, with complete understanding. "Okay, I get it now."

"Get what?" Sam asked.

"I get why Dean has been acting wierd, duh." She said, like it was obvious. Sam sat, staring at her, trying to peice together what puzzle she seemed to have completed. "Oh, my God. Do you really not see it?" Charlie laughed.

"Um, no?" Sam said, skeptically.

"Wow," she scoffed. "And here I thought you were the observant one." Sam waited for her to explain herself, still utterly lost on what she was talking about. "It's Castiel." She said, speaking to him as if he were a child.

"What about him?" Sam asked, hoping like hell that she wasn't talking about the angel brainwashing his brother or something.

"I've read the books, Sam." She said. "I know all about Dean's special Angel friend."

"No." Sam shook his head. "No, chuck stopped writing after Dean went to hell. There's no way you could have a read anything about Cas."

Charlie scrunched her face and bobbed her head back and forth. "Mmmm, not exactly." She reached into her bag and pulled put her laptop, turning it on. "Remember how I said the books were online now?" Sam nodded waiting for her to continue. "Okay, dont get mad," she said as she typed "but, he may have kept writing a little bit longer than you thought…."

"He what?!" Sam said, furious. They had told that dick to knock it off after that stupid convention."How long?"

"Relax." She said, scrolling through some page on her screen. "He stopped after you sacrifice yourself to Hell, actually. It was beautifully written by the way, super emotional, but no one has seen or heard from him since."

'Good!' Sam thought to himself. He felt a little bad for that thought, since Kevin was now the prophet it meant that the reason no one had heard from Chuck was likely because he was dead, but at least no one else could know more about their lives than they already did. "Okay, but what does any of this have to do with Dean? Why would Cas be the reason he's acting wierd?"

Charlie sighed, cringing to her self a little. "Well, as you already know, where there's a fandom, there's most likely fanfiction…"

"I'm aware." Sam said, peeved by the memory of stumbling upon the fanfiction written about him and Dean.

"Look, I'm not saying anything is definite, but alot of people who write fanfiction are really good at reading between the lines." She clicked her mouse a few times before closing her laptop and setting it back in her bag. "I mean, I've read all the books myself, and I totally know that you guys are real people and not some fictional characters, and it's completely not okay to speculate on your lives and feelings or whatever...but I mean, it's kinda hard not to see where they're all coming from."

"What are you talking about, Charlie?"

"Dean said that Benny helped him fight through purgatory, right?" She said. "He met him pretty early on in his time there, no?"

"Yeah," Sam said, still completely bemused, "I guess…Dean hasn't really talked a lot about what happened while he was there. He told me some things, but he never really went into detail."

Charlie nodded and shrugged sheepishly before continuing. "Okay, so he met Benny early on, and Benny told him he had a way to get back, right off the bat. So, why did it take them so long to get out of there?"

"Dean said he spent alot of his time searching for Cas." Sam answered.

"Exactly!" She exclaimed, like that should have been the answer.

"I'm sorry Charlie, I still don't understand what you're getting at here."

"Sam, he could've come back at any point after meeting Benny. They only spent as much time as they did together, because Dean wanted to bring Castiel back with him. Even after everything he did. Don't you think that's a little…suspicious?"

"That's exactly what I've been saying!" Sam said. "Why would he do that?!"

"Yeah, Sam, why?" She said, still trying to lead him. "Why would someone run back into a fire, when they have a way out? I mean, I think you, of all people, would know the answer to that."

Sam gaped at her in shock. It took a minute for him to register what she was implying, but once he did… "Charlie, that's…"

"Just a thought!" She defended before he finished. "I'm just saying that Dean doesn't normally put his trust in people. Except, maybe…the people he REALLY cares about and the people that protect them. Maybe there's more to the story when it comes to his trust in Benny than you thought. I definitely feel like there's more when it comes to Castiel."

"Charlie, come on." Sam laughed a little. " You know Dean. He's…"

"More complicated than people give him credit for." Charlie cut him off. "He also knows how hard it is to let go of the people he loves. He's actually really bad at it. Maybe, worse than you know."

"Charlie," Sam started, before being cut off once more.

"He's definitely more concerned about you than you think." Charlie said firmly, standing up as she did. She began packing once more, keeping her eyes averted from Sam's. "He's not trying to control you, you know. He raised you, Sam. You mean alot to him. You ever think for a moment that he's just really scared for you? Scared of losing you? I mean, back to my point, he is really bad at losing people."

Sam sat in silence, petulantly mulling over Charlie's words. She was right, probably. Dean may have been scared, but it was still possible that he just couldn't hack the life anymore. Sam wasn't some child. And the other stuff she was saying…she was way off base. There was a big difference between reading about someone's and living it.

"I sent you the link to the website I used to read the books." Charlie said as she zipped up her bags. She slung her backpack over her shoulder crossing her arms as she stared him down. "I know you lived through it all and everything, but not every part was about you. There's a few things you may have missed."

"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen." Sam shook his head.

"Just a suggestion." She shrugged. "It might open your eyes to a few things you don't understand. I get not wanting to relive those times but…if you ever decide that's something you might wanna do, hit me up. I can tell you what chapters to skip, or whatever. And, if your really curious about Dean's relationship to Castiel, 'On the Head of a Pin' is a good place to start. The torture chapters are pretty rough, and I know you'll want to skip over your parts…but the other stuff.…" she shrugged.

"Okay." He said, at a loss for more words than that.

"You ready to roll?" Dean said, from the doorway, knocking on the door frame before entering the room.

"Looks, like it." Charlie smiled up at him as he entered.

"I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Dean asked looking between her and Sam with concern written all over his face. "You guys look a little spooked."

"Ew, gross, no." Charlie said, scrunching her face at Dean's implications. "Sam, was just helping me with my bags. Right Sam?"

"Uh, yeah…" Sam said, standing up and grabbing her duffle off the bed.

"Eh, come on, you know I'm just teasin ya!" Dean chuckled, jabbing her on the shoulder playfully. "He may have the hair, but the body parts are all wrong, right?"

"Definitely." Charlie agreed.

"Come on." Dean said, tilting his head toward the door. He waited for Charlie to leave the room, then cast a skeptical glance at Sam before following after. Sam was sure he was in for an earful after she left. He began dreading it as he said his goodbyes, anticipating the lecture as he told Charlie she was welcome to comeback at anytime. But it wasn't the only thing on his mind now. After bidding Charlie farewell, he went inside, giving the two of them their time alone. He hesitated for a moment, convinced that the trials were seriously messing with his head if he was even considering this. Then again…

He headed to the library, grabbing a peice of paper and a pen on his way and sat down. 'This is just stupid.' He thought to himself as he wrote down the words 'On the Head of a Pin'. He heard the bunker door open. Dean walked up, the look on his face telling Sam that it was time for his ass- chewing, so he decided to cut it off before it could start.

He clicked the pen closed and stood up, ready to defend his actions. "Okay, look you were right. I-I should laid low. I-I know." He said as Dean approached him."I should have hung back. I'm glad I was able.."

Then Dean grabbed him. Then Dean pulled him into a hug. It wasn't at all what he was expecting. He was lost, but relieved and hugged his brother back.

Dean chuckled and patted his back before pulling away. "What do you say we find our prophet?." Dean smiled, before smaking him in the chest and walking away.

Sam was left to himself, completely bewildered by what had just occurred. Dean had certainly not been acting like himself, but this was a whole new level. Maybe there was some truth to Charlie's words? Maybe he really was just scared? Maybe Sam really didn't know everything about his brother. Now, wasn't the time to think about that, though. Dean was right, the had to look for Kevin. They had work to do. Research.

But Dean had to sleep at some point. Maybe Sam could do a little light reading in that time.

If Charlie was right about Dean being scared for him, who knew what else she was right about?

#destiel #fanfic #destiel crack #crack post #this is not at all what happened #unless

[treasure7boys]

Better For You || Kim Doyoung

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Type: Angst/Fluff [Requested]

Word Count: 4.1K (Lol, they just end up so long)

Warning: Cursing, small age gap [Not edited] 

Description: A kiss leads to confused feelings and a frustrated Doyoung

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Doyoung shot up in bed when his phone began ringing. It wasn’t terribly late, only around 10 PM, but he didn’t usually receive late phone calls. “Hello?” he questioned. He hadn’t been asleep, yet, but merely staring up at the ceiling as the night sky taunted him.

“Doyoung! Good, you answered,” his friend, Byounggon, exclaimed. “So, Y/N’s here right now and I’m not sure what’s wrong, but she’s really drunk and I didn’t know who else to call.”

Byounggon worked at the karaoke place you and Doyoung went to together often, so that was how the three of you became friends. “Really? Shoot, okay. I’ll try to get there soon, Hyung.”

He ended the call and received another immediately after. “Who were you talking to?” his mother asked immediately. She and his father were celebrating their anniversary in Jeju, so he was home alone for the next three days. “I’ve been trying to call, but the line was busy.”

“Sorry, Mom, I was on the phone with Byounggon-hyung,” he confessed. “I guess something’s wrong with Y/N-noona, so he asked me for help.”

His mother was concerned. “Really? Is she okay?”

Shaking his head, he got out of bed. “I don’t think so. I guess she’s really upset about something.” You only ever got drunk when you were upset, so it wasn’t a lie. “I think I have to go out and make sure she’s okay.”

The idea of him going out late at night when he was alone wasn’t a very pleasing one to his mother, but she knew how important you were to Doyoung. Besides, she was also quite fond of you after knowing you for many years, so she also wanted to make sure you were okay. “That’s fine, but text me once you get home, okay?” she asked.

“Of course, Mom. I gotta go,” he said, pulling a random pair of black pants on. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The call was ended and Doyoung put a jacket on over the shirt he was wearing, quickly shoving his feet into his black Converse. He grabbed his wallet, house key, and shoved them into his jacket pockets along with his phone before leaving.

He was glad it wasn't late because it meant the buses were still running. As the bus drove, he nervously tapped his foot. He hated the idea of you drunk and alone in one of the karaoke rooms. Why were you upset? You were meeting your boyfriend for dinner, so had that gone wrong? All these thoughts only made him more anxious and he just wanted to get to the karaoke place quickly.

“Good, you're here,” Byounggon said, looking relieved. “She's in room five. She's been here for a few hours and I didn't know what to do. I've just been adding time because she starts crying if she's not singing.”

Doyoung nodded. “Okay, thanks for keeping an eye on her, Hyung,” he said before going to your room. Opening the door, he found you on your feet hopping around as you sang along to “Cheer Up” by Twice. “Noona…”

At the sound of Doyoung's voice, you stopped singing and smiled. “My Doyounggie is here!” you cheered. He looked around and saw all the empty beer and soju bottles. “Now it's a real party!”

You only had enough time for one more song. “Sing me a song, Noona.”

Nodding, you picked a song. “Because I’m Stupid” by SS501 started playing and Doyoung frowned. It seemed something bad did happen between you and your boyfriend. As you sang the song, you began crying. When your soft crying turned to sobbing, Doyoung was quick to hug you and you immediately collapsed into his arms, crying into his chest.

“He dumped me,” you managed out.

Doyoung’s heart dropped. Your boyfriend dumped you? How? Why? You guys were supposed to be going on a date, but your boyfriend decided to dump you during it? He thought you guys were both really happy together and, although he always hated the thought, he did believe you might get married. So, to say he was surprised would be an understatement.

After that, you quickly fell asleep. “My shift just ended, I’ll give you guys a ride,” Byounggon said, helping Doyoung get you into the car. “So, what happened?”

“I guess her boyfriend dumped her,” Doyoung told him. “If I’m shocked, I bet it was even worse for her.”

Byounggon nodded. He rarely saw you with your boyfriend, but he had a couple of times and always thought the two of you looked so in love. “Still, maybe it’s for the best.”

Doyoung cocked an eyebrow, “Huh?”

“Well, if he dumped her out of the blue, he’s gotta be a jerk deep down. No guy with a good heart would be able to do that without having a good reason, but I’m guessing he doesn’t,” he explained. “And, on top of that, now you have a chance.”

“W-what? Me?” Doyoung asked, letting out a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

Byounggon snickered. “Come on, Doyoung, I know you like Y/N. You look at her like she’s your whole world.”

That made Doyoung sigh. “Am I that transparent?”

“Maybe I just notice, but Y/N certainly doesn’t see it,” Byounggon told him. “But, I think you guys would be cute together.”

“Yeah, well Noona just thinks I’m a kid,” Doyoung groaned. “She looks at me like a kid and treats me like a kid.”

Byounggon shrugged, “You’re just a year younger, so it’s not that big of a deal. You’ll be graduating in just a few weeks, so I’m sure that might change. If not, maybe you can change it for her.”

That grabbed his attention. “Show her I’m not a kid? How?”

“Well, I think this is a good start. I think if you just show her how mature you really are, she’ll finally realize you’re not a kid anymore.”

Doyoung nodded, “Yeah, that could work. Thanks, Hyung.”

After getting you into Doyoung’s house, the two got you into Doyoung’s bed. “Usually, you’d want to help her hydrate and eat something, but she’s so knocked out,” Byounggon commented as Doyoung removed your shoes for you. “Just make sure she eats when she wakes up, drinks a lot of water, and takes something if she has a headache.”

“Got it. Thanks again for everything, Hyung.”

Byounggon left after that and Doyoung quickly fell asleep on the couch after texting his mom.

****

You woke up feeling totally hungover. At first, you had no idea where you were. When you saw the framed photo of you and Doyoung at your graduation, you knew you were in his room. Shuffling out slowly, you found him in the kitchen. “Good, you’re up,” Doyoung said, stirring the pot of soup. “I was kind of getting worried.”

“What … what happened?” you asked him, sitting down in one of the chairs at the table.

He smiled slightly. “You got drunk at the karaoke place. Byounggon-hyung called me, so I brought you back here.”

You sighed. “I’m guessing I also told you why I was upset.”

Setting down a bowl of soup in front of you, he responded, “Kind of. You didn’t really tell me any details, though.”

“Is this hangover soup?” you asked. He nodded. When you tried it, you were surprised that it was good. “Wow, Doyoung, this is really good. Is it really your first time making it?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I searched a little bit for a good recipe and a lot of people gave it a good rating.”

You smiled. “Well, thank you, Doyoung. That was really sweet of you.”

“So,” he said, sitting down across from you, “want to tell me what happened?”

“I was dating a jerk in disguise, that’s what happened,” you huffed. So, Byounggon had been right. “He dumped me for an older girl. Do you know how shitty that is? We were just sitting there eating dinner and he suddenly confessed he liked her and was dumping me. God, I thought we were both so happy, but I turned out to just be a huge idiot.”

That made Doyoung’s frown deepen. “You’re not an idiot, Noona. He’s the idiot for not realizing he had the best girlfriend ever. Just wait, when things fail with this girl, he’ll come running back to you.”

“Thanks, Doyoung. You really are the best.”

His heart was pounding with anticipation. For what exactly? He wasn’t sure, but it was. After you finished eating, you went to shower and he started cleaning up. “So,” you said, coming out of his room in a pair of his sweatpants and one of his shirts, “how bad was I?”

Looking at you, he smiled. “Honestly? Not that bad,” he confessed. “You were crying when you were singing and then passed out not long after. You didn’t wake up at all when we were taking you home.”

You nodded, glad you weren’t too difficult. “Wait, isn’t it Friday? Why aren’t you in school?”

“Well, because you’re more important. I wanted to be here when you woke up and make you this soup.” He put a lid on the container with the leftover soup.

“And, your mom knows?” you asked.

He shook his head. “No, and I don’t plan on telling her. I mean, every student skips school once, right?”

Nodding, you responded, “Well, yeah, but a high school senior shouldn’t. Plus, they usually go to like an arcade or amusement park and do something fun, not take care of their friend’s hangover.”

“I mean, this isn’t awful for me. I like hanging out with you, Noona,” he said, turning to look at you. “If I were to skip school again, I’d visit you. You’re my best friend, Noona.”

Then, you kissed him. It was dumb and you weren’t in your right mind, but you did it because everything was confusing but he was being so sweet. Doyoung was always sweet. Sure, sometimes he was annoying or infuriating, but he was always sweet when he apologized. When you pulled away, he looked surprised.

“I-I should go,” you said, rushing to his room to put your shoes on and to grab your things.

He followed you, “Noona, wait.”

“No, I really should go. Sorry, Doyoung. Bye.”

Doyoung stared as you shut the front door behind you, feeling very confused himself. Grabbing his phone, he scrolled through his contacts. “Yedam-hyung? Are you free right now?”

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You had successfully avoided Doyoung for a couple of weeks. Ever since you kissed him, things had been so weird and confusing. You felt bad for kissing him since you were just heartbroken and vulnerable, but that wasn't his fault. So, why were you avoiding him? Easy, you were afraid you'd develop feelings for him.

Before, you hadn't looked at any other guy because you had a boyfriend. You didn't have a boyfriend anymore, however, so that meant you were free to find another guy. Your heart seemed to want Doyoung, but that felt wrong. He was younger and still in high school.

With all these conflicting thoughts, you ended up avoiding him. Childish? Yes. Worth it? Definitely. It was giving you time to sort your thoughts and get over your ex, which was much easier with how preoccupied your mind was. It wasn't hard avoiding Doyoung, either, except for the days when he'd show up to your apartment.

“Y/N, there you are!” Yedam exclaimed, appearing with Byounggon. “We need your help with a project.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “I didn't know you guys knew each other,” you confessed. “Since when were you friends?”

“Not that long,” Byounggon told you. “Doyoung introduced us.”

That made sense. “What's the project?”

Yedam said, “Follow us.”

You followed them into the liberal arts building, making small talk with ease. They opened one of the doors and, before you knew it, you were being shoved inside. “What the hell?!” you exclaimed, hearing the lock click behind you. “Yedam! Byounggon-oppa! Let me out!”

“Not until you two talk!” Byounggon exclaimed.

That caught your attention and made your eyebrows. “Huh?”

Looking around, you spotted Doyoung in the room. You hadn't noticed him at first. “Hi, Noona,” Doyoung greeted softly.

You felt your bottom lip quiver slightly, feeling guilty. “What are you doing here, Doyoung?” you asked. He was wearing his uniform still. “Shouldn't you be in school?”

“We weren't doing anything important, so I ditched to come here. You've been avoiding me and I don't like that, Noona.”

All you wanted to do was leave, but Byounggon and Yedam had you locked inside the old classroom. “I'm sorry, Doyoung, but I've just been going through a lot right now. Everything's just so confusing and I need some time.”

“You've had two weeks, Noona! And how do you think I feel?” he asked, looking frustrated. “You kissed me and then ran off without saying anything. I've been trying to talk to you, but you act like you don't see me or wait for me to leave.”

Okay, so he definitely made a good point. He continued, “You always make me feel like a little kid, but you act like this. How is this fair? If you needed time, then you should have said something. Just don't leave me in the dark about these things.”

“I need to leave,” you said, going to the window. You were on the second floor, which wasn't that high up, so the drop wouldn't be too bad. “You're right, Doyoung, about everything, but I still just need some more time.”

Standing up, Doyoung went to the door. “Let her out, guys. She'll hurt herself trying to leave through the window if you don't.”

Byounggon and Yedam unlocked and opened the door. You went over, stopping in front of Doyoung and saying “I'm sorry” before leaving.

“Did it work at all? I thought we weren't letting you guys out until you talked about the kiss,” Yedam said.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Doyoung responded, “I know, but I didn't want to see her get hurt.”

You heard that. Pushing off the wall you had been hiding behind, you left for real. Why were you so afraid? Sure, your ex was a huge jerk and dumped you for another girl, but Doyoung would never hurt you like that. You knew Doyoung. He was a sweet, funny, and just all around awesome guy. Why couldn't you just admit to yourself that you liked him?

He might not like you, though. He's never said he does, so accepting your feelings and finding out he didn't like you back would be a total blow to your heart. After getting your heart stomped on already, you didn't think you could handle that.

“Y/N!” a voice called out. You whipped your head around, paranoid it was Yedam or Byounggon. Instead, it was your ex, Hojoon. You couldn't tell if you were lucky or unfortunate. “Do you have time to talk?”

You didn't want to. The last thing you wanted to do was talk. All you wanted to do was go home, eat a ton of food while watching TV, and then cry to your mom about everything. But, maybe talking to Hojoon would help clear things up for you and be the step in the right direction to talk to Doyoung.

“Fine,” you finally said. “I'm not giving you that much time.”

The two of you ended up at a small cafe near campus. He ordered your usual for you, a caramel macchiato. He was being nice and it was making you feel weary.

“How have you been?”

You looked up at him from your drink. “I could tell you that I've been just super, but that would be a lie. I've been awful and confused.”

That made him perk up for some reason. “Really?” he asked. Why did he sound so happy? “I'm kind of glad. Breaking up with you was a huge mistake. I was so lost when I dumped you, Y/N.”

Wait, what? “I think you're confused, Hojoon. I'm upset about our breakup, but that's just because you dumped me in a douchey manner,” you explained, watching his smile fall. “I'm confused about something else, not you. Besides, what happened with the girl you left me for?”

“Nothing. She just wasn't looking for something long term.”

Just then, Doyoung entered with his friend, Dohwan. “Hey, isn't that Y/N-noona?” Dohwan questioned. “I thought you said that guy dumped her.”

“He did,” Doyoung told him. “I don't know what the hell they're doing together. I mean, she can talk to the guy who broke her heart but not me?”

Dohwan shrugged, “Maybe it's not like that. Come on, let's sit by them so we can listen in.”

Doyoung really didn't want to, but Dohwan was already going to sit down. Doyoung somehow ended up sitting with his back to your own. “I don't want to get back together, Hojoon,” you said sternly. “You … you broke my heart and …”

“There's another guy?” he questioned, able to fill in the blanks just fine on his own. “Who?”

You began fiddling with your thumbs. “Doyoung.”

Doyoung felt like he stopped breathing and his heart started pounding. “That kid you're friends with? You always told me he was just a friend.”

“He was, but I'm not sure anymore,” you confessed. “Don't call him a kid, either. He may be a year younger than us, but he's still more mature than you. He wouldn't dump his girlfriend just to be with a girl who doesn't even want him.”

That was kind of mean, but he deserved it. “So, he likes you back? You guys are dating or something?” he asked you.

“Well, not exactly. I don't know how he feels about me.”

Hojoon snorted. “So, you won't get back together with me because of some kid who might not even like you?” You stayed quiet. “You think he'll be loyal? Guys his age are like a kid in a candy store; they move on when they see something better.”

Who was he to talk? He did the same exact thing. You opened your mouth to say that but were cut off. “Is anyone really buying this crap?” Dohwan asked, standing up. “Listen, guy, you don't know shit about Doyoung, so keep his name out of your dirty mouth.”

“Dohwan?” you questioned, blinking. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm defending my friend. Did you really date this jerk, Noona?”

Hojoon sighed. “Great, another kid,” he said.

Dohwan looked at him. “Stop acting like you're so high and mighty. You left Noona for some girl who you had sex with and then left you. You're an idiot, dude. You have no girl and are trying to trash talk a guy younger than you. You're such a loser,” he said. “As for Doyoung, he loves Noona. He loves her more than I've ever seen a guy love a girl. If he had her, he wouldn't be an idiot like you and let her go.”

“Okay, you can shut up now,” Doyoung said. You hadn't even noticed him. He was clearly blushing. “At the end of the day, you were a jerk for dumping Noona and now you look like an idiot. Just leave her alone and reevaluate yourself.”

You blinked. “Doyoung…”

He turned to Dohwan, “Come on, let's go.”

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Doyoung avoided you the next couple of weeks. You didn't really try to contact him, either, so you weren't upset. After you did the same to him, you felt he had every right to do so. The whole cafe day was so crazy that your head was spinning for three days.

You finally decided to stop avoiding him on his graduation day. He hadn't mentioned anything about it, but you knew he'd be upset if you didn't show up. You thought it would be a nice surprise.

After the ceremony, you waited outside for him. “Doyoung, pose with Dohwan!” his mother exclaimed, making Doyoung chuckle.

The two posed for a photo together. Yedam and Byounggon were there, too. Byounggon noticed you first and gently nudged Doyoung before nodding in your direction. You smiled at Doyoung, waving slightly. “I'll be right back,” he said, passing his things to Byounggon.

“Hi,” you greeted him softly. “Congratulations, Doyounggie.”

You passed him the candy bouquet you made for him. After seeing photos on the internet last year, he said he wanted one and you promised you'd make one for him. “Thanks, Noona. I love it.”

“I hate this, Doyoung. I hate us not talking.”

“Do you think I love it? I've been losing my mind, Noona,” he said. “I've wanted to call you every day.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Then why didn't you?”

“Because I wanted you to call me, Noona! Gosh, I was trying to play hard to get, but you clearly didn't understand.”

That made you blush. “Oh, I didn't know that's why you weren't talking to me.”

He laughed, “I'm not surprised, honestly. Still, I'm really glad you came today.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn't have missed it for the world!” you exclaimed. Then, you smiled a somber smile. “I'm really sorry about everything, Doyoung.”

Shaking his head, he said, “Let's talk about it later, Noona.”

“Are you guys friends again?” his mom asked, making you both blush. “Come celebrate with us, Y/N. You need some meat on those bones if you're marrying my son.”

You knew it was a joke but didn't know how much of it was. She grabbed your hand and led the way.

At the barbecue place, you were all laughing and talking when Doyoung's mom’s phone started ringing. She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes when she read the contact. “It's your aunt. I'm sure she'll want to talk my ear off, so I'll be an hour or so. Tell your father if he gets here before I'm done,” she said, walking out of the restaurant.

“Wow, what a mood,” Yedam said, making you guys laugh. “But, let's get down to business. Are you guys dating?”

You choked on your water. “Geez, Hyung, you're gonna kill her,” Dohwan said, gently rubbing your back as you coughed.

“We haven't talked about us yet,” Doyoung confessed.

Byounggon chortled, “What's there to talk about? Y/N likes Doyoung and Doyoung likes Y/N.”

“Yeah, I think plenty of people know after Dohwan announced it in that cafe,” Yedam laughed.

“It's not like we can just start dating,” Doyoung told them. “Noona was upset over her breakup, so her feelings might have just gotten all messed up.”

You shook your head. “No, I like you, Doyoung,” you said bluntly, making him blush and his heart skip a beat. “I was confused and I avoided you because I didn't want you to just be a rebound. That wouldn't have been fair to you. But, I do like you and it's not just because Hojoon dumped me.”

That made Doyoung smile and the other boys tease him. “I like you too, Noona. Everything Dohwan said in the cafe was true. You're so important to me and I would never hurt you. You're my best friend.”

“I'm gonna cry,” Byounggon joked, wiping away fake tears.

“So, this means you guys are dating?” Dohwan asked.

Doyoung looked at you and you nodded, making him smile again. You always made him smile. “Okay, I'm back!” his mother exclaimed. “She had to leave for a game of Go-Stop, luckily for me. What did I miss?”

“Y/N and Doyoung are dating!” Yedam exclaimed.

“Hyung!” Doyoung whined.

His mother smiled. “Well, it's about time! I was wondering when it would happen,” she said. “Doyoung's bottled up his feelings for far too long.”

Doyoung blinked, “Wait, you knew?”

“Of course! I read those diary entries about her!”

His face went red. “Mom! It wasn't a diary!”

“How cute! Doyoung wrote about Y/N in his diary!” Byounggon teased.

You giggled, grabbing Doyoung's hand as everyone loudly teased him. “It's okay, I think it's cute,” you whispered in his ear, making him feel better. If you thought it was cute, he'd write a million more entries.

“I almost forgot!” his mother exclaimed, pulling out her camera. “I need to take a photo of you two!”

Scooting closer to Doyoung, you posed for the photo. “Noona,” he said.

You turned to look at him and then he placed his lips on yours for a quick kiss. His mother snapped the photo. Doyoung pulled away, smiling at your flustered face. The other boys smiled as did his mother. “Oh, this is definitely going on the Christmas cards.”

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A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long! I was just taking a short break from writing and I also hit some writer's block, but I'm hoping to get back into my groove~ Thank you for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this 💕💕💕

#yg #yg entertainment #yg treasure box #ygtb #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios #ygtb trainees #treasure a #treasure b #treasure c #treasure j #kim doyoung #kil dohwan #lee byounggon #bang yedam

[dangertoozmanykids101]

My Very Own Doubtful Guest, Chapter 1

"It came seventeen years ago - and to this day

It has shown no intentions of going away."

---The Doubtful Guest by Edward Gorey

A shiny silver Lexus pulled up in front of a California bungalow, nestled precariously into the western side of San Leandro Hills. The car door slowly opened and an exceptionally tall, lean man stepped out, stretching his hands up so high that he might've touched the heavens if he went up onto his tiptoes. His shirt, already a bit disheveled from driving in the car for an hour was fully pulled free, exposing his narrow waist after such a stretch.

He glanced around at his surroundings, as he continued to stretch his back, twisting this way and that, rolling his head forward in attempt to relieve the lingering stiffness in his neck. A little voice in his head scolded him: 'Buck up, old man! Stop whining and tuck your shirt back in so you don’t look like a hobo.' Meanwhile, a second little voice piped up: 'Or just take the shirt right off. Imagine, old man, how nice a massage would feel for those knots in your back. If you play your cards right...' For the moment, he chose to go with voice number one, and tucked his shirt back in. Voice number two was right that a massage would feel great. But today required diplomacy rather than a Don Juan.

His curly, dark blonde hair was brushed back off his face. His beard was trimmed short and more reddish brown than blonde. Of course, with a couple stray gray hairs invading his chin these past couple years, the beard may look blond again at some point. Or it might at least from a distance, he reassured himself occasionally.

The neighborhood was quiet, with narrow curvy streets that twisted awkwardly between the eclectic mix of houses. The buildings were uncomfortably close together and only set back a few feet off the street. This made it feel more overcrowded than it really was. Luckily most people were still at work, meaning a parking spot was available right out front. In a few more hours, once everyone was home for dinner, the closest available parking spot might be blocks away.

An older woman was working in the yard across the street. She had stopped working to watch as he stretched and unrolled his sleeves before putting his suit jacket back on.

He waved when he saw her, shouting, "Greetings, Mrs. Dixon! Your garden has never looked so lush! I can smell the roses from here!"

As soon as he spoke with that hypnotic British accent and flashed his million dollar smile, it was obvious that she recognized exactly which prince charming had stepped out of that luxury car. Mrs. Dixon's face lit up, as she waved back.

"Well, hello Tom! What a sight you are!" She started walking toward him, already giggling with excitement to see the man.

He quickly reached back into his car, and popped back up with a bright yellow sunflower in hand. Jogging over to the woman, he handed her the sunflower with a slight bow and a warm smile.

"For you, my Lady Dixon. To match your bright and sunny smile."

"Oh Tom. You are such a charmer! Now come down here to give an old lady one of those manly bear hugs. Why have you stayed away so long?" She held onto him stooped over for her as long as he would let her. Once he pulled away, she started rubbing his arms. "My goodness! You have really grown up and out! Heavens to Betsy, Tom! Look how beefy you are now! Last I saw you, you were still just a skinny, lanky boy. Look at you now! I'm going to put you to work, with all that muscle. You just let me know when you have time. I've got a list a mile long for ya."

"Will do, Mrs. Dixon! I'll be happy to help with whatever you need while I'm here." Waving to her, he walked back to the car while still wearing that smile that could melt an iceberg.

He would be happy to help her out. She had always been very kind to him, and generous. She could bake sweets fit for a king, or a Prince Charming, and his sweet tooth was no secret. The table in her home was always covered with cakes, pies, and cookies needing to be tested. It was a task which he happily obliged with raving feedback whenever given the opportunity.

He only grabbed one bag out of the trunk, he could bring the rest of his stuff in later. It was probably best if first impressions implied that he was just here for a short visit. Grabbing the bouquet of flowers from the front seat and locking the car door before glancing at his reflection in the car window, he ran fingers through his hair. It was a curly mess right now, so the motion was more of habit than a genuine attempt to fix anything. Taking a deep breath, a small smile crept onto his face as he finally started up toward the door, one step at a time.

He stood there a moment, staring at the house and gathering up one last much needed morsel of courage. With one last deep breath, he began the short walk up the steep driveway and even steeper steps toward the front porch.

The house looked the same it had ten years ago. Wow, had it really been ten years since he'd been back here? Had it been ten years since they'd even spoken? It was good to be back.

At first glance, very little had been added, changed, or improved. A few new plants out front and a new tree along the side, but otherwise it had the same pale yellow stucco with white trim. The window sills were peeling again. Maybe he could give those a quick scrap and paint while he was here. It would feel good to help out a little. Maybe a little home repair would help mend any broken bridges or residual hurt feelings.

He continued to just stand there, still staring at the house as a few moments turned into a few more minutes. A normal, considerate friend would have called first to ask if they could come visit. But when had he ever been a normal friend, let alone considerate. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the thought of how surprised she would be to see him after all this time. He could guarantee it wouldn't be a pleasant surprise at first.

She never enjoyed his spontaneity. In fact, she outright despised things that weren't planned out. That's what made surprising her all the sweeter, wrenching her out of her comfort zone. It wouldn't be any fun if it was easy. Besides, she would soften up and come around, eventually. She always did but until that point, he'd enjoy every moment of riling her up.

He fondly remembered how beautiful she was when she was angry and flustered. Of course, frequently he was the cause. Closing his eyes, he took a brief moment to remember those moments of perfection when she would finally forgive him.

Nerves and excitement mixed and made his heart beat faster. The whole drive from the airport he had imagined how it was going feel to sweep her up into his arms again in a tight bear hug. Yet as he stood there at the door, he just hoped she would still answer it once she realized it was him.

The doorbell still had tape over it. Maybe that was another thing he could fix while he was here. After a firm rap on the door, he waited while shifting his weight from foot to foot. Turning, he took in the view. It was breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking. Even on a hazy afternoon like today, the other side of the bay was still visible.

The view could look so different depending what time if year it was. They had spent so many hours sitting out on the porch, talking late into the night, watching the city lights twinkle, the planes pass over head, and the stars shift slowly as the night hours flew by.

After a few minutes of staring off into the distance, a car driving by pulled him from his thoughts. He turned back to the door and gave another hard knock. This time he heard commotion inside. Several voices shouting at each other could be heard before movement in the window caught his eye. A little curly blonde head with two eyes and a nose peeked out from behind the curtain.

Well, this was a surprise.

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This is a reblog, since I can't find anything in my scroll anymore and Tumblr won't let me search my own blog.

This is also posted on AO3.

[choisgirls]

so, requests are kind of open? sweet. if you do male mc requests, could i get a request for the rfa realizing that they've fallen for another man? i've tried asking other blogs and nobody has done it and i just kinda want validation right now lmao thanks xx

A/N: I usually try tomake the MC gender neutral but sometimes it’s difficult (such as when therequest specifically has to do with a female!MC) so I’m sorry if that’s everbothered you! ;A; I’ll try my best for you! ^^ ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -He’s always talked aboutgetting a girlfriend in the chatroom

               -Girlfriend this, girlfriendthat, girl girl girl

               -He didn’t even stop to think,‘hey, maybe it doesn’t have to be a girl’

               -And that frustrated you.

               -Sure, you’re obviouslyunderstanding and accepting of other’s sexual orientations

               -But you’re just saltybecause he doesn’t even notice?? That you’re like??? Completely in love withhim??

               -You drop hints all the time buthe just thinks you’re being friendly?

               -Like, ‘Oh, haha, MC you’re mynewfound best friend!’

               -Stop doing that to me Yoosung, if you don’t return my feelings at leastacknowledge them

               -You spend day after day playingvideo games with him, just wanting to spend time with him

               -Until one day you decided totake the night off, and he had to play alone

               -He immediately realized thatthe game just wasn’t the same unless you were playing along with him

               -Not even his other in-gamefriends could make it fun for him- he was at a complete loss

               -He tried to get a hold of youmost of the night but you wouldn’t answer the phone

               -There was this weird feeling inhis chest every time he would call and get your voicemail, he couldn’t explainit

               -Maybe it was just because hewas concerned for your well being? No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t a fearful kindof feeling..

               -When you finally picked up thephone and he heard your voice, that’s when it hit him

               -This feeling was him missingyou. He wanted to talk to no one else but you. He’s literally ignored everygirl that’s talked to him since the day he met you. He would get a sinkingfeeling in his stomach if he heard you calling any other man cute and couldn’texplain it

               -With his knowledge (gainedsolely from dating sims and movies) he came to the realization that wow he didn’t care about getting agirlfriend. He cared about you.

               -“Yoosung? Hellooooo? Areyou okay? You’ve called me like 27 times. Is everything alri-”

               -“I love you, MC”

*ZEN:

               -Ah, yes, Mr. Steal Yo Girl™

               -You could say you fell for his naturalcharm from the beginning

               -Or… you could tell the truththat you practically just jumped off a fucking cliff into your love for him

               -He was just! So! Beautiful!Inside and out!

               -But why?? Was his fanbasemainly made of women??

               -There were some fanboysscattered about but you were still feeling a little under-represented

               -So you decided that you had tolet him know how much of a fan you are! (Not to mention how much youpractically just wanna jump his bones because you love him so much)

               -Always bringing him flowers,making and making him homemade lunches/dinners

               -Not to mention the two of youalways hang out whenever you can! Movies, going for a ride on his motorbike,anything you can do together, you do

               -“It’s almost like we’redating, haha!” yes Zen, that is thep o i n t

               -He started to see that ahandful of his fans began shipping the two of you and editing the selfies hehad posted to add hearts and things

               -He giggled every single timeand he would send you the pictures because he thought they were adorable!

               -Sometimes when the two of youwent out, some girls would run up and ask to take pictures- he was always readybut when they handed him the camera he was so lost??? Like they only wanted apicture with you because you’re totally cute

               -He would pout s o h a r d everytime it happened, he would practically cling to you for hours afterwards

               -One day he was waiting for youwhen he was just scrolling through one of his fan websites, when he saw apicture of you with a girl- She was fangirling and saying all these cute thingsabout you

               -He could feel his blood startto boil and he couldn’t explain why? He wasn’t jealous that you were beingpraised by his fans instead of him- hell he praises you all the time..

               -That was it! He praises you allthe time! He talks about you like his fans talk about him! How the hellcouldn’t he see it before? He always looked forward to seeing your smile, orfelt his heart flutter when you would wrap your arms around him while the twoof you went for late night rides

               -So he was a womanizer in thepast, that didn’t matter now, did it? It was completely possible for him tofall for a man- especially a man like you. You always support his decisions andpassion, it was practically impossible for him not to fall for you

               -He watched as you walkedtowards him, throwing him that bright smile that he melted his heart; he can’tbelieve he couldn’t see before.

               -“Heya Zen! Where are weoff to today?” You tilted your head slightly to the side in confusion whenhe grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips to place a small kiss on it

               -He watched you as a blushcrawled up your face, waiting a moment before pulling his lips away

               -“Well, my prince, I’vedecided, quite recently in fact, that it’s high time we have our first actualdate, are you ready?”

*JAEHEE:

I’m not going to doJaehee since she was canonically into men (until female!mc came along and theChristmas DLC and all;;;) and Idk, I just feel it doesn’t fit this prompt? I’msoRRY

*JUMIN:

               -He isn’t the type to showemotions in the first place

               -But you start to notice thathe’s more chatty towards you over time?

               -Not like you’re complaining, ofcourse.

               -A chance to potentially getcloser to Jumin Han? Don’t mind if I do

               -After quite a while of talking(he would even call you at night to talk to you before bed!) he took it uponhimself to invite you over for a drink or two

               -He never thought anything aboutthe relationship the two of you shared, though

               -Figured it was similar to therelationship he and V shared

               -Though he did note that hetended to be a little more open to you than he has with V

               -He deemed your personality tobe a little more open and less secretive than V’s and he left it at that

               -It was really hard for him tonotice any sort of difference in his feelings for your because he was so set inhis ways

               -Always distant with women, sohe never notice himself completely shutting down the idea of having a wife or agirlfriend

               -He did notice, however, that hefound a scowl on his face quite often when a woman is draping herself over you,touching you absolutely anywhere

               -It gets him so worked up, inmultiple different ways

               -First, he can’t figure out whyhe gets so angry- his thoughts have gotten somewhat harsh at times, where hewants to push the woman away, or tear her hands off of you… but he’d neveract on those thoughts

               -Second, he can’t wrap his headaround why he… recreates the scene in his own mind, but puts himself in yourplace and you in the woman’s. Was it just a random thought? Did it meananything?

               -One night, after a long anddeep conversation about how the human mind works and a little too much wine forthe both of you, he looked deep into your eyes and completely got lost in them.He couldn’t hear you talking at all, but he could see the different levels ofpassion and emotions in them and he was fascinated

               -He thought aloud about thethings he’d been experiencing, the thoughts about you, and how he wondered whatit all meant- causing you to stop in your tracks

               -“I can see ever littlechange of emotion in your eyes, but there’s one I haven’t been able to figureout. Come here,” he said, lightly grabbing the side of your face andcoaxing you into leaning towards his face before he placed a quick peck to yourlips, watching your eyes change the whole time

               -“Ah, I see. That must belove… that must be what I look like as well- interesting.”

*SAEYOUNG:

               -Falling for a male wasn’tanything new for our dear love, Saeyoung

               -Expressing those feelings iswhat was difficult for him

               -He didn’t even realize at firstthat he may have had feelings for you

               -Treated you no different thanhe treats Yoosung-

               -Always joking around, always playingpranks

               -Every now and then he catcheshimself opening up and telling you personal things like his emotions or partsof his past and it t h r o w s h i m o f f

               -He used to try and catchhimself but after a while it came so naturally that he didn’t even notice it? Butyou sure did

               -Instead of kind of secludinghimself to his house, he would go out to shops and restaurants with you all thetime!

               -His favourite thing to do waslet you pick out one of his babies and he’d take you out for a drive. A lot ofthe time the two of you would be gone for hours and honestly everyone else inthe group thought the two of you had snuck off to do the frick frack

               -He finds himself always leaningin towards your face when the two of you are talking

               -When he gets really excited, hegrabs your hand and takes you towards the source of his happiness, oftenforgetting to let go of your hand- so the two of you walk around with eachother’s hands

               -Even buys the two of you a tonof adorable matching things, like sunglasses and shirts

               - matching heelies

               -One day, everyone was hangingout and simply just having a nice lunch, when Saeyoung straight stole the biteof food you were about to put in your mouth

               -“Saeyoung! I was about toeat that, you jerk!”

               -“I’m sorry! Here, I’ll letyou taste it,” with that, he leaned over and kissed you softly, literallyeveryone’s eyes were on the two of you

               -It was only after he backedaway and noticed the stares did he realize what he did

               -“I-I swear! It feltnatural, like the right thing to do at the time! MC I didn’t even think, I’msorry, I-”

               -You had to cut the idiot offwith another kiss or he’d keep rambling and rambling on. Everyone in the groupwas so happy for the two of you! Saeran couldn’t stop saying 'finally’ underhis breath for the rest of the day

*V:

               - honestly i think he’d bethe chillest of them all

               -He’s just a huge advocate fortrue love, okay?

               -If he loves a woman, then so beit. If he loves a man, again, so be it.

               -He’s a very relaxed andtrusting person so getting close to you was natural

               -Would constantly call you lateat night when he couldn’t sleep just so the two of you could talk about theworld, your fears, and what you guys wish you could do over

               -You were always the firstperson to every gallery of his, and always the last to leave

               -He would spend hours at a timetalking to you about every picture he’s taken- pointing out key elements andexpressing to you how each detail makes him feel

               -After a while, he decided youwould be a great person to go on photography trips with, because you had a keeneye, and immense passion!

               -So, the next trip abroad, hebrought you along!

               -Loved seeing how excited youwere to see the sights! Every time you saw something you thought was beautifulor amazing, your eyes would shine and your entire face would light up

               -As he sat in his hotel room,waiting for you to join him before leaving for the airport at the end of thetrip, he took it upon himself to look through his camera

               -But he quickly realized that itwas almost all pictures of you

               -Your smile, how you tilted yourhead in confusion at things, even one where you looked like a chipmunk becauseyou stuffed a ton of food into your mouth at once

               -He knew exactly what he feltwhen he saw these pictures of you, he felt it before with Rika- only this timeit felt natural, pure, and right

               -You knocked on the door andwaited for him to answer. “V? Are you ready to go? It would be terrible ifwe missed our flight!”

               -The door opened and you noticedhis camera in his hand, he ushered you into his room.

               -“Yes, I’m just about ready.I just have to get one more picture before we go.”

               -You tilted your head slightlyand watched as a smile spread across his face. “A picture of what? Ithought you’ve already gotten great pictures of the view from your roo-”

               -You were cut off by him placinghis lips softly against yours, your eyes fluttered shut and the loud click ofthe camera capturing the moment was the only thing that could be heard overyour pounding heart

*SAERAN:

               -It would take him the longesttime to realize he had any sort of emotional attachment to you

               -He actually talked to yourather than, say, Saeyoung

               -When you would come over tovisit, he would sit with you on the couch in silence until Saeyoung come out,then he’d get mad and leave

               -Would scoot closer to you eachtime, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

               -Couldn’t help it?? There wassomething about you that felt… comforting- something he hasn’t felt in a verylong time

               -One day, he came and sat rightnext to you, letting you watch as he played a game on his handheld

               -At first, he would ignore youand make faces when you told him to do something, but after a while he realizedyou were right and would do as you said

               -Now, every time he got stuck ina game, he would show up at your door and just shove the system into your hand

               -He’d watch you play over yourshoulder, getting close to you and not even realizing it

               -Once, he hugged you from behindand rested his chin on your shoulder because it took such a long time for youto beat the level he was stuck on. You didn’t say anything about it thoughbecause you didn’t want him to stop

               -YOU NOTICED THAT HE LIKED YOUBEFORE HE EVEN NOTICED AND LEMME TELL YOU HOW

               -He offered you half of his icecream. Half of it. Not even a spoonful. Half.

               -You took a direct hit to theheart, and from then on you had to remind yourself to tread lightly because youknew he was still new with these kind of feelings

               -Every time he would quietlygrab your hand to show you something you had to fight a blush, and fight evenharder when he didn’t remember to let go

               -He brought his game to you onceagain and when you handed it back, he kissed the side of your head softly andthrew a, “Thanks, love you” over his shoulder when he left the room-you were left sitting there completely red in the face

               -Suddenly, you heard runningback towards the room you were in, followed by a hand gripping the doorwaytightly to stop himself from sliding

               -He looked at you with wide eyesand a crimson red face- he practically looked like a deer in the headlights

               -His mouth kept opening andclosing as he tried to find words to say, and you just stared at him

               -Finally he threw his hands upand started to walk back down the hall

               -“Fuck it,” he calledout, “You heard what I said. I’m not taking it back”

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