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Chapter 3. Friends Don't Fuck Friends

note: Hi everyone, thank you for the love so far on this story, I'm having fun writing it. I have a whole plan for this story, and building a universe that it's part of. Please feel free to send me any questions or leave comments below. Also warning: language, mentions of prostitution, i think that's it. <3

“Hey, Lip, pass me that wrench…Lip. Lip!”

“Aye, shithead, wrench, you don’t hear him talkin’ to you?”

Lip unglues his eyes from the ass in spandex red shorts with translucent tights being waved in his face…across the yard.

“Jesus, V should start chargin’ folks to skulk around the yard, eye fuckin’ princess over there.” Mickey scoffs from his seat on the steps, knocking the ash off of his cigarette.

Lip looks along the street to see the mailman, a couple of kids on the way to school, and some random drunks paused sporadically, all looking at the same view Lip had been admiring. “Hey, fuck off, fuckin’ pervs. Charlotte!”

Charlotte jolts straight from where she was stringing lights along the banister, whipping around to see the men lined up on the other side of the fence. “Oh, uh, can I help you guys?”

“Sure you can.” one of them leers, leaning on the fence. Lip jumps over, shoving the guy away, curling his lip up at them causing them to back away, scattering fully when Ian and Mickey both stand threateningly on the Gallagher side of the fence.

“Christmas uniform?” Lip asks, looking at the rest of her outfit, down to the shirt with a bow that said ‘Unwrap Me’. “Let me do that for you.” he crouches down, starting to wrap the rest of the lights.

“Thanks, I’m trying to get these done before my shift.” she grins, wiping her hands on her shorts. “When I get home I’m gonna try to paint the Santa that Kev brought home black, I think that it’ll be good for Liam to see. And me to be honest.”

Lip’s eyebrows rise as he stands, leaning closer to the girl. “What, you don’t like white men sneaking in at night giving you presents?”

“Not,” Charlotte takes a step back. “when they’re married. Or have girlfriends.”

Mickey whistles from behind him while Ian tries to smother a chuckle.

The blond stands to his full height, cocking his head back. “Thought we agreed to be friends. Change your mind?”

“Not about Mandy. Get permission from her, and we’ll be the best of buddies, kay?” She pats his cheek lightly, and grabs her purse from the stoop. “Ian, Mickey, will you walk me to work?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Free beer?” Mickey asks, swinging his legs over the fence, tossing an arm over Charlotte’s shoulders.

“Two.”

“Three! You little hooker.”

Lip sighs as he watches the three of them walk up the street, cursing himself for wanting anything to do with that sexy little suffragette.

“Knew you’d come back.” Mandy smiles, leaning in her doorway. “What? Little skank doesn’t give head? She looks like the type. Too prissy.”

Lip finds himself cringing at the name she used for the sweet girl who lived next door to him. “I didn’t fuck her.”

“Tried to.” she rolls her eyes, turning back into the house, leaving the door open so he can follow. “I don’t get it, she just got here. You go from fixating on Karen to her. I’m the one who takes care of you.”

Lip flicks his cigarette on the ground, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. Well. Momentary lapse in judgment. Look, I’m sorry alright. But she didn’t know. And believe me, she doesn’t want any fucking thing to do with me now, okay? She wants to be friends…with us. You, mainly.”

“Good.” Mandy hums, grabbing two beers from the fridge, handing one to Lip. “But I don’t wanna be friends with that bitch-”

“She’s gonna be around.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “She’s gonna be around, okay. She’s V’s cousin. V and Kev are family, they live next door. She lives next door. But there’s nothing going on, alright?” He rubs Mandy’s arm. “Seriously. Nothing.”

Mandy stares up into his eyes, biting her lip as she thinks before nodding, kissing his cheek. “Okay. I believe you.”

“So you’ll try, right? To be cool with Charlotte.”

“Fine.” she breathes. “I’ll be cool with the bitch.”

Lip stares back at her, parting his lips to complain again.

“Girls call their friends bitches, calm down.” she holds her hand out to him. “C’mon, I’ll give you a blowie, you look pent up.”

Charlotte hums a christmas song to herself as she scrubs the bar top, pausing to fix the santa hat on her head.

Ian and Mickey had left after a couple of beers and the bar was relatively slow because it was the day shift. It was a surprise since it was a Friday, but she was grateful for the break. She was going out with V and Fiona tomorrow and she was excited. Excited to hang out with her cousin and Fiona. Excited to meet actual men outside of Lip Gallagher.

“Hey, Lottie! Table 13 is requestin’ ya. Get to it.”

“Mmkay. Coming.” she chirps. She turns the corner around the wooden post and pauses when she sees who’s sitting there. “Mandy, hi.”

“Hey. What time do you get off?” The girl asks, taking a bite of the fry in her hand.

“Um, around 8, why?”

Mandy pops the rest of the fry into her mouth and raises her brow. “We’re going out. We’re friends now. Per my boyfriend’s request.”

The emphasis is not lost on Charlotte, but this was what she wanted. Ian had told her Mandy can be pretty great when she’s not feeling possessive. She just needs to show the girl she has no interest in trying to take her boyfriend. So she offers the girl a wide smile, and bounces on her feet. “Great! Okay, so, after my shift, I’ll go home, get cute and meet up with you. This is gonna be fun.” she looks at the empty glass in front of Mandy, “how about a milkshake on me?”

“Beer.”

“Oh-kay.”

“Who’re you going with again?”

“V!” Charlotte whines, her heels clacking on the floor as she rushes across the kitchen.

Her cousin shakes her head, plopping down on the couch. “I agree with Kev, this is stupid, that girl hates you.”

“Not anymore. I don’t like Phillip like that, and she knows it, that’s why she asked me out. It’s gonna be fun.” she hums. “If I don’t like it I’ll just come home.”

“Look, she better bring you home as you went or I’ll show that little white bit-” the doorbell rings and Charlotte shushes her cousin, running out to meet with Mandy.

“Hey, girl, you look nice.” she smiles.

Mandy is wearing a short sequin dress with combat boots. She eyes Charlotte in her black tube top dress with slits up the sides, and crosses her arms. “Thanks. Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

The two girls head up the sidewalk, Ian, Mickey, and Lip are sitting on the stoop smoking. Mandy’s eyes trail over to Lip, waiting. For acknowledgement. A ‘you look nice’ or ‘thanks for doing this’. But all she got was to follow his eyes over to the girl next to her. Watching them stay there. It felt like torture. It really hurt. Mandy was tired of being the one who gets hurt.

A couple hours after the girls left, Lip is feeling pretty damn satisfied with himself. The girls were out, probably shaking their asses, having a good time. And Mandy is essentially a guard dog so they’ll be safe together. Then, he’ll have them both around, Mandy for screwin’ around, and Charlotte for…well…he hasn’t figured out what he needs Charlotte for yet. But at least all of that hard to get bullshit would go away.

He walks back into his room with some pep in his step, fresh out of the shower with a towel low on his waist. Lip pulls some underwear on and goes to grab a joint from his stash when he hears some vibrating. He follows the sound to Ian’s bed where his phone lays.

“Ian! Your phone! It’s-” flashing brightly on the screen is the name ‘Lottie’ with a picture of Ian with the girl kissing his cheek. Lip brings the phone to his ears “Fuck…hello?”

“Ian? It’s me, Charlotte. Um…can you come get me?”

“Charlotte? Where the fuck are you? Are you okay?” Lip huffs, tugging on some pants and shoving his feet into shoes. “Why are you whispering?”

“Oh, Phillip, hi…can you give the phone to Ian?” her voice cracks a little.

“No, what the fuck, what’s going on?”

“I…Mandy and I got separated and I’m in some house with some random guys that I don’t know. I locked myself in the bathroom, but…I need someone to come get me.”

“Alright, honey, look I’m coming, I just need an address alright. I’m comin’, I just need an address.”

“I…I don’t know, should I go look?”

“No, honey, Charlotte, stay in the bathroom, I’ll figure it out, fuck!” Lip growls, running out of the room and down the steps, swinging the door open and ignoring Ian’s calls.

When he opens the door, Mandy is standing on the stoop, a smile on her face. “Hey, Lip. You headed somewhere?”

“Where is she?”

“Who?” Mandy asks, shoving him back softly as he grips her arms. “Where is who?”

“Fuck, fuckin’ Charlotte, where is Charlotte? You left her somewhere?” The blond panics, hair sticking out everywhere, blue eyes wide with panic.

“How do you know she didn’t leave me?” she asks.

“Are you fucking kidding?” Lip growls, gripping her again. “An address!”

“Fuck, its 303 on Shelby.” Lip pushes past her, Ian and Mickey close behind.

“Christ, Mandy, you took that snowflake to a fuckin’ whorehouse?” Mickey scoffs.

“She belongs there. Boyfriend stealing tramp.”

Lip doesn’t even bother to look back, jingling the spare key he had made to Kev’s car in his hand as he climbs in and speeds off down the road.

Charlotte, has herself tucked tightly against the door, acting as a human barricade. Her knees close to her chest, her eyes shut tightly. V, I should’ve called V. And Kev would have come. But I didn’t want anyone to be in trouble. I’m…I’m scared.

There’s a loud knocking at the door, for the first time in like forty minutes. “No…” the banging continues and she flinches, trying to use the stern voice V told her to use when her boobs first came in, “No go the fuck away! Fuck off!”

“Lottie, come on, it’s me. Ian.”

“Ian?” she shoots up from her spot on the tile floor, yanking the door open and seeing her redheaded friend. She launches forward into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Ian. Oh my God you fucking came.”

He wraps his arms around her tightly, tucking her head tightly into his jacket. “Keep your head down alright, just walk with me.” Ian quietly leads her out of the house, the sound of pounding music fades and the cool Chicago air surrounds her. Two more sets of footsteps join theirs and the sound of two guns being put on safety clicks in her ears.

Once they’re in the car, Ian uncovers her face, and they pull forward, Charlotte stares forward quietly.

Lip doesn’t look back. He doesn’t want to see her tear stained cheeks, or water filled eyes. He doesn’t want to think about how angry this fucking stunt Mandy pulled makes him. And he doesn’t want to face the fact that he’s the reason she was even in there. Instead, he quietly rests his head on the headrest, looking everywhere but the rearview mirror.

When they get to V and Kev’s house, all three men prepare themselves for Charlotte to go running into the house, fall into her cousin’s arms and cry about what happened. But as they pulled up, they sat in silence as her sniffles slowed. She stares at the house, wiping away falling tears before turning to Ian asking quietly. “Do you have a water bottle?”

Ian glances at her before kicking his boyfriend’s seat. “Mick, give her yours.”

“What?” he grunts. Ian kicks again and Mickey huffs. “Yeah, okay, fucksake.”

Charlotte ties her hair back before splashing the water on her face, taking the shirt Lip had loaned her to cover herself with as they left, scrubbing her face. After, she takes her hair down and works a smile onto her face. “Good?”

Lip can’t look. He can’t.

But Mickey does, nodding quietly as the girl hops out of the car and all but skips up the walkway, taking her key out and going into the house. “Great, princess isn’t a snitch. Let’s go home.”

Over the next few days the house is quiet. Or quiet for the Gallaghers. Mandy’s been AWOL since that night and Charlotte’s been keeping her distance. Aside from small smiles she’s been staying away from Lip like he’s the plague.

Until a week later at 1 am when Lip got up to get a drink and he heard a squeal coming from Debbie’s room. She was supposed to be at a sleepover but forever the big brother he ran anyway swinging the door open, bat in hand, only to find Frank stuck in the window.

“Hello, son, help your old man in will you?” he slurs, burping before falling limp again. “Quickly, please my boy, there’s some rather attractive girl screaming and throwing rocks at me from outside.”

“Fuckin’ Frank.” he huffs, jogging outside to find Charlotte, picking up rocks and launching them at his father’s dangling ass.

“Phillip! Phillip, you there’s s-some man, trying to break into Debbie’s room. I left my phone inside and apparently no one in this goddamn neighborhood takes screaming seriously! You have to call the cops!”

“You know, I would, but he'll come back anyway.” the blond sighs.

“What?”

“He’s my dad.”

“Oh.” Charlotte breathes, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, sorry Mr. Gallagher!”

“Don’t uh, don’t apologize to him, he is breaking in. And he’s a fuckin’ drunk.”

“That’s alright young lady. Why don’t you come on inside and pull me in, then we can get to know…” Frank grunts, legs kicking himself a little further in. “Each other better.”

“Fuck Frank.”

“Oh, unless you’ve staked your claim here as well son. Despite the chemistry I felt between us when you were launching rock at my ass, I promised I would never do that to my son again. Begone, Temptress.”

Charlotte just laughs, dropping the remaining rocks

In her hand, placing it over her chest. “Jesus.” She breathes. Cold air shows the expelling of her breath.

Lip kicks the ground in front of him lightly, staring at the girl. “M’sorry everytime you’re around me some shit is happening. Did uh…did Frank scare you?”

“Mm no.” She hums. “I don’t scare easily.” Lip scoffs laughing and she rolls her eyes, “okay I do, but I recover quickly.”

“Okay. Okay good.” He smiles at the ground, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “Um, Debbie is at this lady Sheila’s house. Doesn’t come home until tomorrow mornin’. So uh, he’s not gonna wake her up or anythin’.”

“Good. Kids need sleep.”

Lip watches Charlotte shift her weight from side to side, looking up the street. “So do pretty girls. What’re you doin’ up, you’ve been home from work for a couple hours.”

The woman’s eyes widen as she looks at him, mouth opening and closing before she decided to speak. “You uh…you watch me come home from work?”

Lip takes a drag from the cigarette and surprises himself when he makes the effort to blow the smoke in the opposite direction, making sure it doesn't blow into the girl’s face. “I…uh just like making sure you get home safe.” He gets closer, dipping his head to get a better look at her sheepish face. “That’s what friends do, right?”

Charlotte shakes her head, grin still on her face as she begins to back toward her yard. “No, nope, we had a deal…and-”

“Hey, I held up my end, it’s not my fault my ex was a psycho.”

“Ex?” Charlotte’s head jerks up, her brows furrowed. “That wasn’t-”

“Not because of you. It was a long time comin’.” And Lip means it. He’d attempted to break up with Mandy more times than he could count on his fingers. And toes. But the girl was fuckin’ persistant and well…good at distracting him. But he never saw their thing as something that would last. It was fun. Stress relief. Until it became stressful. Shit he still didn’t know if she considered him shoving past her at the house and ignoring her since the incident breaking up or a lovers spat. Lip had no intentions of going back though. He’s set his sights elsewhere.

“I’m sorry. About Mandy.”

“Yeah? Don’t be.” He sighs, watching her rub her arms in hopes of creating some warmth. “So what were you doin’ out here?”

“I was…feeling antsy. Can’t sleep, back home, when I can’t sleep, I usually walk it off. I only got this far before I saw your dad.”

“You thought you were gonna go on a walk by yourself? Out here?” Lip asks incredulously. Charlotte offers him a nod and a shrug, reaching into her reindeer pajama pants pocket and producing a small bedazzled can of pepper spray. “Yeah, okay, stay here, bunny, I’ll be back.”

“What? Phillip?” she calls after him as he disappears into the house. “Bunny?”

When Lip comes back out he has a shirt and a jacket on, another jacket in his hands with a hat balled up in the pocket. “C’mere, arms through, let’s go.” he pulls the jacket onto her, zipping her up before pulling the hat out of the pocket and tugging it onto her head.

“Stop, it’s messing up my hair.” she whines, trying to push at his hands.

“Yeah, you want pretty hair or pneumonia?” He grunts, tugging that hat down further, “you look pretty anyway, c’mon. Let’s go on your walk.”

“Fine. As friends, Phillip. Friends.” She asserts.

“Yes, yeah, friends. Let’s go.” Lip huffs, pulling her closer to him, hanging his arm over her shoulder.

“You couldn’t have grabbed one of Fiona’s jackets? This one is ugly.”

“Brat.”

“These are so pretty. Why don’t they do this in the neighborhood we’re in?” Charlotte asks.

They’d walked a whole away. Lip took her to one of those bougie neighborhoods a little ways away where they participate in some stupid, Christmas yard decoration competition. There are lights, little mangers, and blow up shit everywhere. He’d always thought it was stupid but Liam loves coming over here, and so did Debbie and Ian when they were younger. He’d tried to take Karen over here with Debbie and Liam last year and she’d wandered off and given a blowjob to one of the neighborhood dads. He’d never bothered to bring Mandy, didn’t even think of it.

But before he knew it, during their walk, he’d just led Charlotte here. Her eyes lit up as they walked from house to house. Her cold, soft, smaller hands in his warm, rough, larger ones as she pulled him throughout the neighborhood. Her eyes light up with each new arrangement she sees. They scooted closer, pressing their cheeks together as they took pictures, in almost all of them blue eyes were on her instead of the camera. Watching, relishing in a wide, dimpled smile.

They walk like they're playing a game, switching her from hand to hand, from his right to his left, back and front. “Seriously?”

“I think it would make the neighborhood kids happy.” she hums. “I love Christmas.”

“I see that.” Lip nods, letting her twirl before pulling her back to him again, wrapping his arm around her with his forearm over her chest. “You uh…gonna go home to Virginia for Christmas?”

Charlotte shrugs, letting her head rest back against his chest as they stop in front of a brightly lit house. “Dunno. If I save up enough to go back home. If not I’ll spend it with Kev and V. And You Gallaghers.” she grins, reaching up and squeezing Lip’s cheek.

“Ha, yeah.”

“Thank you, by the way.” Charlotte mumbles, toying with the sleeve of Lip’s jacket. “I…thank you for coming to get me so quick, and bringing Ian and Mickey. I was…was really scared so thank you.”

“‘S’okay. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I like hangin’ out with you. When you let me.” Lip nudges her shoulder forward with his own.

“Yeah?” she smiles, turning her head to look back at him. “Me too. And thanks for taking me to see this too. I like living with V and Kev, but this place is really different than where I’m from. This was nice. Reminds me of home. And I know it’s not your thing. Next friend date, we’ll do something you’ll like to do.” Charlotte promises.

“Nah, this was fun.” Lip shrugs, letting Charlotte break out of his grip, pulling him along with her. “Date huh?”

“Friend date, Phillip.” she corrects. “So think about what you’d wanna do, give me a ballpark and I’ll plan it.”

“Yeah? I know,” the blond moves closer, pushing her hair away from her neck, placing a kiss on her shoulder before bringing his hand to her jaw, kissing her neck and jaw too. “What I wanna do. Hm?” he hums, placing an open mouthed kiss on her skin.

Charlotte releases a heavy breath, the light whimper in her throat isn’t lost on Lip as he uses his other hand to grip her waist. “Phillip…okay Phillip,” she stammers, pushing at his chest, sighing when he pulls back only slightly, keeping them face to face, sharing air. Charlotte clears her throat, offering him a dimpled smile. “Friends don’t fuck friends.” she pushes him one more time, leaving their embrace and heading back down the street.

Lip stares after her incredulously, adjusting himself before mumbling a ‘fuck’ under his breath and following the girl. “Um yeah, they fuckin’ do!”

“Well we don’t!”

“I went on a vacation there, once, with my ex-boyfriend, it was nice. I loved North Carolina.” Charlotte smiles.

“Yeah, doubt it was the part that my cousin is from. But, uh, he’s a good kid.” Lip nods, rubbing his thumb along the skin on her hip, disappointed to see the sign to their street up ahead. They’d been out for hours, but it’s only felt like a few minutes. He doesn’t want to take her home yet. “So ex-boyfriend. Is he uh…still around?”

“Why?”

Lip shrugs, ushering her toward her home, stopping her from taking the hat off and mumbling ‘keep it’. “M’kinda hopin’ he’s an asshole, less competition for me right? You gotta get over this friend thing some time. Hopin’ I’m the one who’s around when you do.”

“Phillip…” she sighs, an exasperated smile on her face when she whirls around to look him in the eye.

“Bunny?”

“Where’d that come from, huh?” she asks, tilting her head.

Lip nudges her chin softly with his knuckle. “What, you don’t like that? It’s cute. Like you.”

“Hm.” she scoffs, leaning closer to his face. “F-R-I-E-N-”

“Lip!” a voice shouts from the Gallagher’s steps. Lip’s head drops in defeat, the muscle in his jaw jumps as he grits his teeth. “Thank God you came home, finally! No one is opening the door! I’m freezing my ass off here!”

“Jesus, it’s fuckin’ five in the mornin’. What’re you doin’ here?” Lip groans, pushing Charlotte behind him slightly.

“Oh, my sweet boy, I’ve missed you. I’m so glad to be home. You look so handsome.” shaky, cold hands cup his face causing him to swear under his breath.

“Fuck, get..get off.” He knocks her hands away.

“And who is this? You’re really pretty, are you my Lippy’s girlfriend? You guys getting back from a date?” she winks dramatically.

Charlotte looks up at Lip with wide eyes, taking in his tense shoulders, clenched jaw, and steps between him and the woman, a charming smile planted on her face. “Hi, I’m Lip’s friend Charlotte. And V’s cousin. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, hi, sweetheart!” the woman says cheerfully, throwing her arm tightly around Charlotte, “I’m Monica, Lip’s mommy! C’mon, let’s get you some hot chocolate. You look cold. Is that Lip’s jacket? He never lets anyone borrow his jacket. He’s never been good at sharing…” Monica guides Charlotte to the Gallagher house, only stopping on the stairs to mouth to her son, ‘she’s hot!’ and keep moving.

Lip shakes his head, scrubbing his eyes tiredly, following them in. “Fuck.”

#lip gallagher x reader #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #kevin ball #oc #lip gallagher x oc #phillip gallagher #veronica fisher #shameless #gallagher

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kuromori4 · 7 days

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A friend showed me this and it made me want to do it!

Opening line patterns 📝

List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern.

Now I actually only have 9 works posted, so as a bonus the 10th fic is a sneak peak at my current WIP. (Almost finished, coming soon!) In no particular order:

Friends who kiss-

Shadybug and Claw Noir were perched on a rooftop, silently basking in the light of the moon, neither one really willing to start up any lame small-talk.

This fic is about the Re-verse kids trying to figure things out after they decide to be good guys. But being nice is harder than they think.

No More Friends who kiss-

It had been over two months since Shadybug and Claw Noir had become traitors to the Supreme and joined the resistance.

This is the sequel to Friends who Kiss, In which the Re-verse kids are still having a hard time navigating their lives and relationship dynamic, And Adrien, (for once) has a lot to say.

Ashes to Ashes-

Marinette Dupain-Cheng fussed over her hair in her bedroom vanity.

My current longest epic fic, (19 Chapters) This one is a bit of a gut-punch. Not for the feint of heart! But if you like Trauma, emotional damage and suffering... This may be for you. An emotional rollercoaster told as an unraveling mystery, in which Adrien accidentally uncovers something he was never meant to, and things do not go well for him.

The First of Many Nights-

Muffled giggles could be heard some distance from the shore, a sound that scattered faintly across sand and silt until it died against the dull roar of crashing waters.

A mature content/NSFW fic. My first published fic of this kind and reads more sensual and romantic than smutty. (Though it is absolutely adult content.) Post-reveal Adrien and Marinette Enjoying a beautiful night on the beach.

Two steps forward-

Adrien lay on his back in bed, staring at the popcorn ceiling of their bedroom.

I wrote this as a fan-sequel to Buggachat's Two Steps Back (one step forward) (And silly me being totally new to the online/fic/fandom, Had no idea who they were when I naively wrote a sequel to their story. It just resonated with me, and I had to write what I thought might happen next.)

Mixed Signals-

Silence had settled in the room as they lay in their bed, both wide awake but each unwilling to admit to it; the soft breaths they took the only real sound loud enough to hear.

Our fav duo go to bed angry after an argument. But it's very hard to stay mad at someone who's so good at making you feel good. (It's not exactly Adult content, but it is suggestive and contains very mild things.) I wrote this on Christmas when I was supposed to be doing Family Holiday things, haha. Oops.

Taken-

Having freshly defeated the Akuma of the day and righting the world once again with the healing magic of the Miraculous Ladybugs, it wasn’t long at all before Ladybug and Cat Noir found themselves inundated with fans who began to crowd around excitedly.

Ladybug gets a little possessive and protective of her Chaton. I loved writing this angry/sassy Ladybug, it was so much fun!

A Bad Touch? -

Chat Noir sat on a peaceful rooftop, his back resting, not wholly uncomfortably, against a brick chimney.

Shenanigans. Pure Shenanigans. Ladybug and Chat Noir find themselves in an awkward predicament. So what to do? Make it more awkward, of course! Probably the most fun I've had writing a silly little oneshot haha.

In Hot Pursuit-

Ladybug cautiously kept her distance as she followed Adrien Agreste.

This was actually the first oneshot I ever wrote in the MLB Fandom. (Please be kind! Haha) This was written purely for being silly; don't take it too seriously! LB's stalking tendencies have come round to bite her.

*Bonus!* Sympathy Pain- (Coming soon!)

“LADYBUG!” Chat Noir roared, his baton twirling away overhead.

This is my next longfic/Epic, (Currently 22 Chapters and going!) And I am SO HYPED for it! It's a mature content fic, filled with Relationship drama, angst, emotional damage, pain and trauma; While simultaneously being full of hot and steamy tension.

Ladybug and Chat Noir find themselves sharing more than they bargained for after an Akuma battle goes awry. And the results could be dangerous.

OK now let’s talk ✨ statistics ✨

1 of these fics start with dialogue

4 or 5 begin in medias res (it really depends on your definition of the term)

POVs: 2 for Shadybug&Claw Noir, 2 for Marinette, 3 for Adrien and 3 for stories that contain both Mari and Adrien POVs

2 are sequel fics

2 are mature/adult content fics and 3 have somewhat (mildly) suggestive themes.

Thanks to @beatrice1979a for showing me this post and @fandomofone You should do this too!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #a03 fanfic #ao3 fanfic #a03 writer #mlb fanfic #miraculous fanfic #writing #ask game #ladybug and chat noir

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swanimagines · 3 years

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HII could you please do a request with a19 and a24 with pin and have it be based on halloween please <3

Fandom: Free Rein

Prompts: A19: “What’s this?” “I bought you binoculars because now you get to look at them better… or you could go talk to them.” and A24. “Tell me something. Do I look like a bunny?”

A/N: I hope you like it 💗

Word count: 947

It wasn't a secret, even though Pin tried to keep it so. Pin was head over heels for you, an intern who had come from the mainland to study horse caring at Bright Fields, but had since stayed on the island for a longer time. Everyone knew it was because of Pin, but neither of you refused from admitting your feelings. But little things told everything, how you were constantly caught staring at each other when you thought nobody saw. And it was the case now too, Pin stared at you and dreamed of what could be, just like a teenager in love would usually do.

"Go talk to them." Zoe's voice snapped Pin out of his thoughts.

"Who?"

"Well, of course Jack Skellington, who else?" she rolled her eyes. "No, seriously. You know who I mean. Y/N."

Pin raised his eyebrows at his friend. "They're busy. I'm busy. I don't have time to talk to them right now. And there's nothing to talk about."

Zoe sighed. "I thought you would say that. Give me your hands." And then she reached for her bag and placed a large pouch on Pin's hands.

"What's this?" Pin asked, inspecting the pouch. Zoe snorted.

"I bought you binoculars because now you get to look at them better… or you could go talk to them." she told him as Pin took them out from the pouch, raising her eyebrows when Pin didn't move, just staring at the binoculars. "Well?"

"Bought?" Pin looked at Zoe. "These are meant for birdwatchers. These must have cost hundreds of pounds."

Zoe scoffed. "Alright, they're my grandfather's, but don't change the subject. Go talk to Y/N. Please, we all are sick to watch you two pining over each other and you could be a pair for the Halloween party."

Pin sighed. "I'm not fond of parties anyway."

"But you're attending anyway because of Y/N." Zoe chuckled. "Might as well go as a couple. Just go."

Zoe pushed Pin forward a bit to make a point and Pin groaned, knowing Zoe wouldn't give up. So he started to make his way to you, seeing you sitting in front of a mirror and doing something.

"Hey Y/N." he muttered from the door.

You turned around with your Halloween kit pen in hand, causing Pin to step back in surprise. He almost didn't recognize you.

"Pin! Good, you're here. I've been fighting with this for an hour. Tell me, do I look like a bunny?" you asked, your fake teeth almost falling off.

Pin didn't know what to say at first, and you groaned, making a move to wipe the makeup from your face. "I'm not good at this."

Pin stepped forward, looking at the mess in front of you. You had been dressed to a bunny kigurumi and face paints and a dozen of different makeup pencils were scattered all over the tiny table in front of you as you started to apply whiskers again.

"Can I stay here with you?" he blurted out, and you snapped your gaze at him, obviously surprised.

"Uh... sure. Just don't make me laugh, my hand has to stay steady." you smiled at him, secretly your heart pounding wildly and you were sure Pin could hear it, just as Pin thought you could hear his heart. He nodded, sitting down on a stool near the wall.

An awkward silence fell over you, until you couldn't take it anymore. You had to ask. "Um... do you want to go to the party with me? I don't have a date-" you stopped yourself and slapped yourself internally. "I- I mean, we don't have to go as date-dates, like romantically, we can go as friends. Um... I know you're not fond of parties, but it could be fun." you babbled.

Pin blinked at you, before he broke into a small grin. "Well, I was thinking about asking the same from you."

You almost dropped your pencil, thinking Pin would decline. "Really?"

His grin grew wider and he looked at his hands for a moment. "I might have old, ripped clothes at home... do you think a zombie could be a good costume?"

You stared at him for a moment, the fact that you were going to go to the party with Pin was settling in. Then you blinked, registering his question. "Yeah. Yeah, that could be good. I think I have some black eyeshadow, I could try to make you pale with dark eyes. Uh... the party begins at eight, so we have about three hours left. If you go to get the costume now, I have time to experiment with your makeup?"

Pin nodded, glancing at the direction of Elvis. "I'll ride as fast as I can, I'll be back in about half an hour."

"Great. See you then." you said and bit your lip.

"Yeah, see you." he replied, standing up and making his way to Elvis. You could barely contain your shaking hand, and Zoe appeared to the doorway with Gaby.

"Well?"

"He... he said yes." you mumbled, turning to look at them. "Pin said yes."

The girls broke into wide grins, before Gaby stepped forward. "Well, you'd better get your makeup done before your Prince Charming comes back. We'll help you."

You shook your head. "We agreed we'd go as friends."

"Oh c'mon Y/N, it's obvious he likes you. He's just bad in expressing his feelings." Gaby rolled her eyes and you felt your cheeks heating up immediately. She took the cap off from a black makeup pen, pulling a stool under her. "Now, stay still. You'll be the cutest bunny ever when Pin comes back..."

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tevatstavern · 3 years

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Yang overload.

- Chongyun's positive (Yang) energy seemed to have gotten stronger lately, and it's starting to get out of hand more often than needed. Maybe a little talk about it won't hurt.

[chongyun x g.n reader] [no t.w] [slight fluff]

a.n I do apologize if they're always slight fluff, ehe I'm no good at fluffy fluffy yet! And the short summaries too;; (´；ω；｀)

-•-

After a while of nothing but staring at the beautiful sight around Liyue in Wanmin, you've suddenly felt suspicious with Chongyun's present behaviour.

He seemed a little dazed, it was also accompanied with a emotionless face. You would've thought he was reflecting on his life as an exorcist. But, no. It wasn't anything like that all!

Infact, it was the complete opposite.

All he could ponder about in his mind was you. Though, It may seem like it was way too cheesy and unromantic to him. After all, he didn't have the time to have such fun or acquire a small crush on a person.

But that seemed to changed today.

With a sigh, you stirred your iced water with a graceful slide with your fingers. The ice cubes clinking slightly when touching the inner parts of the glass cup.

It was no secret that you were gifted a vision by the gods. It was no different on how the others had gotten them as well.

Flabbergasted by the sudden news, you immediately made your mind up to help the ones in dire need with your vision! Of course, it wasn't always a perfect and clean run helping out, but the compensation were definitely rewarding.

After all, with great power comes with great responsibility.

Well, to start off your day, you went ahead and tried to find a glimpse of a blue haired exorcist during the marketplace below, early in the morning. Since he seems to be here for a reason, and definitely was not intended on resting.

So you decided to tag along with him before and during his commissions given by Katheryne.

It was a mess trying to clean up the scattered Cor Lapis that suddenly spurred out of his hands the second he turned around to see you waving. And by total accident, you've managed to blow 1 away from the ground and straight to the ocean.

You've never felt so guilty yet quite amused this year. Wincing, as he came back drenched, bangs almost fully covering his eyes. The wooden planks also wet from his steps.

"Sorry! I- I seriously still don't know how to control this well! I'm so sorry-"

"Its alright, All that matters now is that I've gotten my Cor Lapis back. It would've been a disaster if it swept across oceans. It was good I manage to swim my way there on time."

And Giving him his homemade ice popsicles didn't even do the trick at all!

"..."

"...so, feel better?"

"No. The heat is slowly rising up an- and I can't seem to stop it- I- I think I might've eaten something hot while I was chewing!"

"Want me to make a sweeter version instead? Or do you want me to fetch some Cyro Whopperflower's real quick instead?"

"It- it's alright! just make the popsicles please!"

This weekend, chaos was happening more frequently around him, and you were sure it was bound to continue like this in the next weeks. Besides, you weren't sure if he was in the right mindset this afternoon after all the things that had happened this morning.

Of course you knew he was strong enough to handle such issues and problems himself! But, maybe it's time for you to intervene.

And so, with a nervous glint in your eyes, you opened up your mouth, "Hey.." you spoke out, His eyes seemingly snapping back into reality as soon as he heard your voice, before making an eye contact with you.

"Huh? What is it? My apologies, it seems like I've dozed off.." apologizing, he immediately averted his eyes. Oh dear, is he heating up quicker than usual?

"Its alright, really. I just wanted to ask if there was anything wrong lately. Uh, like your Yang energy?"

"It's nothing to worry about.. Recently, my Yang energy has gotten stronger over the past few weeks and I've been trying to restraint it as much as I can." He confessed, clearing his throat in the process before lifting one of his hands up to grab his iced drink.

With a tilt of a head, you hummed in response. "I don't know about you, but I think that's something to worry about. Any explanations on how it gotten stronger?"

"No, sadly. I'm still trying to find the reasons to it, still no luck. But that's not what matters now, we still have a commission we haven't done yet."

"Wait what? I

thought we finished them all already!"

"Ah.. about that, its not really a commission but instead, clues and information's on spirits I've managed to get a hold of."

"And who did you get it from?"

"Xingqiu, he truly is a good friend, isn't he? With this much research and clues, we'll surely find a good one amongst these papers!" With a small and gentle smile, he sends it towards you. Placing the papers right in front, your eyes scanning through each information given.

'A Blue haired demon destroying a cart of popsicles in Qingce Village?'

"..of course." Ending the topic with a sigh, you took a sip of your water, watching as the sunset slowly get overtaken by the moon and stars. Chongyun did the exact same thing as well, watching as the skies split apart to show the bright moon.

Oh dear, did he managed to catch feelings for you during his travels? He could feel his heart beating.

Touching his face with his hand, he felt the heat slowly becoming more apparent. Sneaking a glance of you near him, his eyes softened.

How would he even confess to you? It was hard confessing without feeling so mushy and awkward, but now, since his Yang energy gotten stronger, it was impossible to even spit the words out at all!

It was in a perfect scenario already! There was barely any customers near, the night sky, with you by his side. It was all set. All he had to do was tell you and everything would be complete!

With a shaky hand, he gripped the glass before sighing. 'Alright, all I have to do is tell them before it's too late!'

Feeling his cheeks heat more than it did before,

He then sputtered out his confession.

"[ y.n ]. There's something important and urgent I need to tell you." Grabbing your attention immediately, you snapped your eyes towards Chongyun. "Yeah? What is it?"

With both of your eyes interlocked with one another, your heartbeats beating in a synchronised beat- you felt like this was a dream. This exact scenario that went through your head before.

His comforting yet sharp eyes staring directly at you with such intense passion, you felt like you could melt at the sight of it. The street lights and lamps that illuminate his face, and the blush plastered across his face was enough for you to replicate the same expression.

"[ y.n ] , uhm.. I.."

"Yeah?"

"Uh, I...."

Oh, well, this wasn't going as planned for him was it?

Nervously gulping, he averted his eyes from you. Watching you stare at him with a blush apparent on your face was enough to make him feel heated up and embarrassed.

Raising his hands, he gripped them together for support. "I..." He spoke, slowly turning his words into incoherent words, mumbling silently to himself before the heat finally got the best of him.

Immediately noticing how red he've gotten, you hastily replied to him to calm down. Grabbing his hand by the action, and gently letting him take hold of the iced drink himself.

But alas, it only worsened as he realized you were holding his hand for a mere second.

"Chongyun!" You yelled out, quickly getting out of your seat before grabbing ahold of him by the arm, the wind blowing in slightly to prevent him from falling over quickly.

Settling him back to his seat in the Wanmin restaurant, you sighed. The blush still visible in your face. The fire behind you cackling as footsteps from another person suddenly is being heard.

Giving your full attention to the entrance, your shoulders tensing up in anticipation, as you waited patiently. The footsteps growing louder and louder, only to be relieved that it was Chef Mao.

"Hey! Didn't know you two were still here, I was about to close up the restaurant." He grinned, walking inside the restaurant as he immediately went tidying up.

"Oh, we were just watching the sunset. I guess we've stayed for too long." You chuckled, Chef Mao could only laugh in return.

"Wayyy too long. Well, you might need to ask for some help if you need to lift a man up." He replied, his words motioning to Chongyun. His back faced to you as he placed the utensils back to their places.

You shook your head in disagreement, despite the fact you knew he couldn't see you. "Nono, it's alright. I think I can bring him to Wangshu Inn with no problem. So, How about I help you clean up, Chef Mao?"

"If you say so, and of course, I couldn't say no to that, even if I wanted to!"

Chongyun awoken with a groan, his hands immediately shielding him from the sun rays that sneakily came through the window binds.

"Huh..? Where am I?" He muttered to himself, eyes blinking twice, before he sat upright. Taking a quick scan around his surroundings, he immediately knew where he was.

"Wangshu Inn. But why am I covered in-" his sentence was cut of by the sight of you sitting down on a chair, your head laying on top of the bed. Your lips curling slightly downwards probably from the dream you're having.

Eyes widening slightly, he took the peaceful image of you in his mind. You looked so graceful sleeping,

despite your messy hair that managed to look quite fluffy to touch. The soft rays of light shining through, your body illuminating softly, giving you such an angelic aura. It almost felt like a dream to him aswell.

With a smile, he patted your hair, running his fingers through your hair. Even if it was tangled. Before placing a small yet gentle kiss on top of your forehead.

He doesn't remember anything that had happened to him during that night, like all the memories have been swiped away from him in a millisecond.

But, he was greatful to have a peaceful morning with you finally in it this time.

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 12

Word Count: 2,510

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: I literally have no clue what happened the frist time, but let’s try this again. When last we left this story, (Y/N) had just had a steamy encouter with Joel. Now with Svech back at the suite hurt, let’s find out what happens. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all!

A quick run downstairs and a check-in with Carly told you that everything at the hotel was running smoothly. You gave her a recap of what had happened with Svech and told her that you were heading back upstairs to be with him at least until Joel and Dougie got back from practice. By the time you got back up to the suite, the boys were just heading out the door. "Ready to head up to bed?" You asked Svech and his eyebrow shot up. Obviously, you didn't mean it that way as the man was in no way able to perform. Or was he?

"Sure," he said eagerly then hobbled on his crutches to the elevator with you. It took a few minutes to get him into his shared bedroom with Joel, but once you did you propped his foot up on a stack of pillows, making sure to take extra care with it, so as to not cause him any more pain than necessary.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah," he mumbled and you could see the tiredness in his eyes.

"Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so."

You dug through your bag and placed the bell you'd found in one of the offices on the nightstand. "Here, in case you need me, just ring this. I'll be downstairs doing some work, but will be up in a flash." He looked so young and innocent just lying there and you swept a bit of hair that had fallen onto his forehead away. "Get some rest."

You went to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, tugging you back in his direction, which caused you to stumble and land awkwardly on his chest; your face a mere inches away from his. He didn't say anything, just cupped your cheek with his free hand and brought your lips to his. It was soft, yet with the right kind of pressure, and he sought entrance to your mouth with a simple glide of his tongue to your lips. You opened for him, deepening the kiss. Svech was gorgeous there was no denying that, but at the same time you felt a little bad after doing what you'd done with Joel last night and now you were kissing his teammate. Though when he moaned into your mouth all thought of that left.

Gently you pushed back from the kiss. "Svech, what are you doing?"

"I want you, (Y/N). I have from the moment I saw you in this bubble a few weeks ago." You tried to think back about running into him at any point before the Canes had actually transferred to your hotel but couldn't recall a time that the two of you met. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to remember. I would come here to play tennis. Well, not really, it was just an excuse to see you. You're so beautiful." His hand caressed your body lightly as he spoke and it ignited a fire deep within you. "I know I'm younger than you, but it doesn't mean that I can't satisfy you."

"Svech it's not that..." For really it wasn't. You had no doubt that he was good in bed, it was just, well, his injury and all.

He must have caught on to your hesitation. "I'm fine I swear, though you'll have to be on top. I just think this is really the optimal time. The guys are gone and won't be around for a couple hours. Say you want me too."

There was a pleading look in his eyes, this sort of need to be wanted. Your body definitely couldn't deny that you craved him. It was just your head that wasn't in sync. You threw caution to the wind and decided to just give in to what your body wanted this time; not that you hadn't been doing that all along. "I want you too."

His hand went to the back of your neck and he drug you down to his lips again for a hard and searing kiss. "Undress for me, beautiful." He whispered out and you stepped back from the bed. Slowly, you unzipped your skirt, then shimmied it down your hips to fall on the floor. Your hands worked each button on your blouse revealing your soft supple skin to his gaze, and look he did. There was a hunger in his eyes as the top fell to the floor and you stood there in only a bra and thong. "Fuck you're gorgeous." He sat up and shucked his shirt over his head before propping himself up against the headboard a bit. "Don't stop now."

A small giggle escaped you at his eagerness. Your hands went to the clasp of your bra, releasing the globes for their confines. Holding the bra with one hand, you let the straps slide off your shoulders, then dropped the garment. You cupped your breasts, gently squeezing them and pulling on the nipples. Svech sucked in a breath of air and you saw him bite down gently on his bottom lip. Your eyes dropped to his crotch, where you could see his erection growing even through his shorts.

Hooking the elastic of your panties, you wiggled them over your hips and glided them down your legs. There was a visible wetness in the crotch that you knew Svech could see, letting him know how badly you wanted him. You sashed back over to the bed, then slid your hand down his chest and abs to the waistband of his shorts. "We're going to need to do something about these." He lifted his hips up, using his upper body strength and you slid them along with his boxers down. It was a bit tricky getting them over his boot, but you managed.

Once that task was accomplished, you went back up and kissed him. "You know you're a really good nurse." He laughed and you joined in, as you straddled his hips.

"Well, I try. Gotta keep my patients happy." His hands went to your hips, while you used his shoulders to steady yourself. "Let me know if I hurt you in any way."

"You're killing me now because I want to be inside you." You chuckled, then took his cock in your one hand and guided it to your entrance. You coated him a bit in your wetness before sinking down on him. "Fuck you feel amazing. So wet...and..." He didn't say anything more as you began to move up and down on his length. "Oh...yeah...fuck..." There was an endless stream of moans out of his mouth. When you swiveled your hips, he almost lost it. "Do that again."

"You're quite the demanding patient," you hissed out as you rode his cock.

"Can't help...it..." he panted. "I've wanted...this...oh fuck...for...mmm...yeah just like that....so long...faster baby." His hips started to rise up, thrusting into you, and you were concerned that he would be putting pressure on his bad foot. Your mind was so lost in making sure that he wasn't hurt, you'd knew that you'd never get off. "I'm so close...are you?"

You weren't but you didn't tell him that. Instead, you grabbed his hand on your hip and moved it to your clit. "I need you to..." you moaned out as he started to rub your little nub, grabbing onto the headboard now to steady you both. "Mmmm...yeah." His movements got faster pushing you to that familiar crest you wanted.

You could feel him tighten his grip with the hand that still held your hip and knew he was close. "Come on baby," he encouraged you and flicked your clit more. It was all you needed, as you screamed out in ecstasy as your orgasm came over you. "Fuck," Svech moaned as your pussy spasmed around him and he thrust deep in you, cumming hard. You were both breathing heavily as you came down off your high and it took a moment for you to collect yourself. As you made a move to roll off him, he held you tightly. "Don't go just yet."

"You've got to be uncomfortable like this." After all, you were practically lying on top of him.

"Quite the opposite, really. Besides, I don't know if we'll get another chance at this. I plan on savoring the moment." His fingertips skated up and down your spine. "You're really something, you know that?"

"I don't know about all that."

"I know I wouldn't have a shot, but if I was a few years older and maybe had a bit more experience in the league. I'd try and steal you away from everyone else here."

“You make me sound like I’m ancient or something. I’m only a few years older than you.”

His hands skimmed up and down your body, fingertips gliding along your ribcage and making you shiver. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…I can’t even take you out to dinner in Raleigh and buy a bottle of wine.” Damn, you forgot the boy was under twenty-one. You really should’ve thought about things before you jumped into bed with him. Why did your libido have to run rampant around these men? “These guys here are probably showering you with expensive gifts and I just can’t compete with them, though I wish I could. I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Aww Andrei, the fact that you want to do something like that, is just so sweet.” You placed a gentle kiss on his lips. You needed to diffuse the situation before things got too out of hand or the next thing you know he’d be asking for your hand in marriage or something. “I think you’ve had a little too much prescription medication.” He went to protest but you stopped him placing a finger to his lips. “This was fun, but you should rest. Besides I’m sure the others will be back soon.” He nodded as if he finally understood that nothing more was going to happen between the two of you. It was then that you climbed off him and out of bed, picking up your scattered clothes before kissing him one last time. “Get some sleep. If you need anything just ring the bell.”

The tile floor on the hallway felt cold as you made your way down to your room so that you could change into something more comfortable. Hearing Andrei’s declaration really made you start to think. Maybe you should be looking for more than just a fling here and there. Tyler was begging you to let him come to Toronto if the Stars lost or have you fly there if they continued on; maybe it was time to seriously start to consider his offer.

The rest of the morning you buried yourself in paperwork until Dougie and Joel got back early afternoon. Then they took over nursing duties, or at the very minimum getting their teammate food when he wanted. You were still in a cropped hoodie and leggings when you headed downstairs to see how things were going. Thankfully, no one had set the hotel on fire, which was a major accomplishment considering all the rival teams you had under one roof.

“So how goes it with your three roommates?” Carly asked you wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“You don’t even want to know.”

“Of course, I do. I’m living vicariously through you now that Brayden and I are together. Spill the juicy details.”

“Juicy details about what?” You knew that voice, before turning to see that Mat Barzal was standing there, a sheer sheen of sweat lightly coating his forehead, telling you that he had been working out. His shirt clung to his body in all the right places. And those thighs. Ugh! It should be downright illegal to have thighs as muscular as his and shorts that tight.

“We were just talking about…” Carly started to say before you elbowed her.

“It’s just about someone that works here in the hotel. You probably wouldn’t know them, considering you’re staying at the Royal.” God, you sounded like a snob; a snob and a prick. “I mean it’s really just work gossip.”

“Oh well, hopefully, I’ll be moving in here soon. Then maybe you’ll let me in on your little secrets.” He gave you a little wink as if he knew you weren’t exactly talking about some indiscretion of a hotel staff member. Although technically you were. That member just happened to be you.

“I guess if you do get to move, I’ll have to reveal all the dirty laundry this place has going on,” you said flirtatiously, and suddenly you were throwing out that whole idea of settling down.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing what you’d got going on underneath everything.” Mat playfully bantered back, as his eyes roamed your body. His heated stare had your panties getting wet. You were really going to have to do your laundry after the day you had.

“Well, I can see I’m not needed here.” Carly chimed in as you’d completely forgotten about her being there. “I think I’ll go check on what Chef’s preparing for dinner.”

She sauntered off leaving you standing there alone with Mat. “Speaking of dinner. Would you like to get some, say maybe tomorrow night? We’re playing tonight or I’d say in a couple of hours.”

“I’d like that, but it’s not like we can go out to any restaurants.”

“True, though I do remember you mentioning something about a suite you’re staying in.”

Had you mentioned that? You couldn’t really be sure and it didn’t really matter at the moment considering you had roommates. “About that…You see there was kind of a little incident here. Let’s just say it involved a hockey stick and some busted pipes.” Mat looked like he was ready to bust out laughing but he took a deep breath regaining control. “So now I have three people staying there with me.”

“Oh well if it’s your friend there and a couple others I’m sure Tito and a couple guys wouldn’t mind coming along.”

“Yeah,” you said cringing as you told him this next part. “It’s not Carly. It’s three guys from the Canes. Dougie Hamilton, Joel Edmunston and Andrei Svechnikov.” Mat’s eyes widen and his jaw dropped a bit before drawing together to form a hard line on his jaw. He hadn’t seemed like the jealous type in your last encounter but then at the time, it didn’t seem like you were having a foursome every night in your suite. “It’s just temporary.” You were quick to add. “Their room should be fixed in a couple days.”

“I see.” It was a short response and you could tell that he wasn’t pleased. “I guess dinner is off.”

You didn’t want it to be. In fact, Mat was the first guy that you really were interested in more than just a fling with since Sidney. You just needed to come up with another place for dinner and maybe some sort of dessert that involved both of you being naked. That shouldn’t be too hard.

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sailingintothenight · 3 years

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“Put your head on my Shoulder.” T.H. Imagine.

Summary: And what if after years of chasing each other like a cat and mouse, on a magical night where you two have to pretend to be a couple, you are finally able to say how you really feel about each other?

A/N: Hello everyone, after a while, and because a couple of people asked me, I wrote the second part of this story, "WANNABE", but you don't have to read it to understand this one. Anyway, I really hope you like it. Please give this story a lot of love. Thank you - V.

Tom Holland hates not being able to hate you.

The secret of his hate is because of your vanity, your selfish and free heart, your tender smile, the dimple that forms on your left cheek and your dreamy eyes that look at your grandfather as if he were the first man that you have ever loved — because you did.

Tom hates you because under a starry night, in the midst of a crowd of people and soothing music, you make your way through the mortals wearing a velvety wine red strapless dress that is lust itself on your body, black boots (velvet too) that cover you up to the knees and are as hot as hell, and your chocker - a gift from your father - from which a cross hangs, that is a tempting invitation for a sinner like him.

You are his angel with a devilish smile: but tonight, Tom Holland hates that, despite possessing all those qualities, and many more, he can only see the tenderness in your eyes when you look at your grandfather, or when you talk about him, and your smile that becomes as adorable as the face you were born with.

“You are like… staring much. Don't you think?" Harrison chuckles beside him, making Tom look away from you and your way of receiving the guests scattered around the place.

"Shit, Tom, if you turned a little faster you would look like the exorcist." Harry continues with the bland jokes, the same ones that make Sam, Harry and Tuwaine smile.

"Shut up." Tom hisses, taking a sip of his beer as he looks back at his group of friends.

But this story is not about you, but about Tom Holland, your lifelong neighbor, who you never had a conversation with other than to annoy each other, who you used to call idiot when nobody but him heard you, who used to laugh at you while filming Avengers: infinity war, endgame and finally, Spider-man: Far From Home, who used to hold your hand when you were kids because your parents were best friends, the same Tom who now drinks and look at you while you warmly greet each guest who has come to celebrate the birthday of the second man you know loved you.

“How is possible that you and he are the only two famous people at this party? What a waste of fame. Sigh." Danielle, your best friend whispers dramatically, just as you both stop at the bar to pick up more drinks.

"I'd feel sorry for you if you actually sighed." You give her a know-it-all smile, one that invites you to earn a playful slap on the butt from her.

"Please baby, I need to get something out of our friendship, otherwise this isn't working." She makes a gesture between her and you, the same sign that a boyfriend would make before breaking up.

"Tom Holland is here, why don't you go meet him?" You joke as you take the tray and walk with her by your side talking about Tom, although he was not news to you two.

"No thanks. But you can't deny that he looks sooo good. Only HE can look adorable and sexy at the same time. With those good boy eyes and wild muscles under his plain white T-shirt. Like Wow." She makes an expression of surprise, and the sound of an explosion as if her head cannot bear so much information that causes you so much laughter. "Seriously, please take that hottie. I'm sure your grandmother sent it to you as a gift."

You giggle, but your heart races at the thought of his breaking, because even though he and Hanna Johnson were never official, maybe he thought they were so. And after breaking up with her, he was back in London.

You suspected that was the reason behind his break.

"I would, but I don't love you as much as you think." You joke, just the moment you get to the table where your dear grandfather and your grandmother's friends, are, talking about you.

With just your young age, the world was a bright place for you, but here you are now, feeling how your best hits in movies escape from your hands like sand thanks to the endless words that spring from between the wrinkled lips of your grandmother's best friends, in the garden of your own house, adorned with crowded wooden tables and Christmas lights shining on you.

"Life goes by so fast, honey, you won't have that hot body for life." Says Mrs. Lee, who, at 89, still plays to be a 20-year-old from time to time. "You are... 24? 25? And you haven't had a single boyfriend yet."

"What do achievements matter if you don't have the most important thing, cutie?" Mrs. Russell asks, clicking her tongue in approval at her own words. “There are so many beautiful boys out there. My granddaughters want to be like you, but what will I tell them if you've never had a taste of real life? You are very innocent and that can work against you. You can have a little more fun while still being a lady, you know?"

Although in your cheeks bloom a crimson glow, you are aware that her words are offensive.

"You could tell the twins that you can be successful without fucking every chocolate-covered hottie that makes you an unseemly proposition." You murmur between tight lips, knowing well that the women in front of you need more than a whisper to hear certain truths. “I mean, you could tell Amy and Anne to work hard if they want to be actresses. The world is sexist, but, hey, here I am - besides, who says I don't have a boyfriend?"

You raise an eyebrow at your own question, winning several curious glances that seem to pierce you, even your grandfather, who stares at you more astonished than anyone.

"Really?" Mrs. Russell smiles, and her red lips gleam in the night. "And who is he?"

"Uh... well... I..." You giggle in a trance thanks to the bitter taste of the liquor that has your mind under a spell, leaving you completely blank and without a coherent response. "He is…"

"Hello, love." Tom presses his body against yours, suddenly, out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around your waist, so firm that you feel the pressure of his rolex in his left hand. "Hello, ladies. I heard you talking about me and I couldn't help but come and save my girl from this sea of questions about who her boyfriend is. You thought I wasn't real, huh? I know my angel here is a little shy about our relationship, but there is no problem, love, you know you can show off what a good boyfriend I am with whoever you want…"

Tom smiles and enchants the older women who smile back at him, as if they are in love with his youth and his face that has it all: his cloud-fluffy brown hair that is combed to the side and back, the sparkle in his gaze and the way he smiles, making the corners of his eyes crinkle, right down to that funny eyebrow that everyone finds adorable.

From his lovely face and well-defined jaw to his personality and strong English accent: Tom looked like an angel from heaven, perhaps the devil himself because how dangerous his charm could be.

"Oh honey, I didn't know you and Tom were dating." Mrs. Lee says, with an expression between happy and sad. "My granddaughters thought they might have a chance with you, darling."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lee." Tom answers, with a hint of happiness and pride in his voice. "I'm already taken and I like it that way."

"Yes!" You say with surprise when Tom gives you a squeeze with the hand that is holding you, shooting you a loving look to encourage you to speak. "I mean... He is."

You smile at the audience, especially at your grandfather and Danielle, who seem to have their suspicions.

"Tom..." Says Roy, your grandfather, who averts his narrowed eyes from your gaze to his, just to become the happiest person in the world as he clasps his hands in a sign of prayer. “I didn't know that you and my darling (Y/N) were together. I'm so happy! I'm sure my beloved Jules is happy too. Couldn't have asked for a better grandson."

"Thank you very much, Roy." Tom says, and it's so natural that he seems sincere. "I wanted to tell you, but we wanted to wait for our relationship to grow stronger."

"Yeah, you know that there are many actresses, blondes and blue eyes actresses who want to eat this hottie." You say and Tom laughs, nervous.

"Well, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to speak to my girlfriend in private for a moment."

Guiding you all the way, you and Tom turn around in the direction of the glass doors of your house that connect to the kitchen, breathing in the warm air from the warm walls the moment you two walk in.

"Good acting, Tom." You smile as you take a grape from the kitchen counter. "Not enough to win an EMMY but-"

"Ha. You are funny. But now I want to talk to you about something…” Tom smiles, too, giving you a devilish look, as if he never rests from it. "You owe me a favor, love."

"Of course not!" You defend yourself, nervous of the sudden change in the conversation. “You came alone like a prince on a horse. I did not call you. I do not owe you anything."

"Are you sure about that?" Tom laughs, as if he really enjoyed the moment. “Because I can go there and tell them the truth. I told you it's pathetic that you've never had a boyfriend. Besides, I wouldn't want to break Roy's heart, he looked so happy to know that his dearest granddaughter is with a good man."

You cross your arms, uneasy with the fact that you've never really fallen in love with someone, while seriously thinking about how happy, and probably relieved, your granddfather is to see that his granddaughter is with someone like Tom, who, despite of everything, yes, was a good boy.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents."

You laugh inadvertently, although deep down you want to know if what was being said about Hannah and him was true.

"Why?"

"Everyone thinks Hannah dumped me and I don't want to see myself as a loser in front of my family and have them keep asking questions about her, it's exhausting."

"Eh, too late for that." You sigh, and Tom looks at you hopefully. "You were a loser long time ago, Tom, sorry."

"I hate you." Tom laughs.

"The feeling is mutual." You look away, and in a second you decide to contemplate why agreeing to be his fake girlfriend would be a bad decision, and why you would do it anyway. “Okay, but you know you can't call me darling. And stop looking at my chest, perv."

Tom laughs, looking up your chest into your eyes.

"It's not my fault you have worn that dress, but it seems that despite everything you didn't have a boy's body all this time. Congrats."

"Idiot."

Tom and his dreamy eyes smile as he opens the glass door for you, stepping aside so you can go out onto the field and do the performance of your life, which you discover would be more difficult than you thought as both of you approach the table on the left side of the place, where your family - made up of your mom, your dad and your older brother - are with his. So, in silence, and to let them be the ones to carry out the conversation of your supposed relationship, Tom remains standing next to you, leaving a space between Harry and him for you.

"Oh, yeah. Last night I got the iPad with the script of the Devil all the time." You say, to continue the conversation that your brother Ethan started, smiling at you. "My character falls in love with the poor and broken Arvin Russell."

Tom chuckles.

“And (Y/N) is a cold and rich bi—… girl who treats me like shit until I save her from her dad, the reverend and the crazy couple of rapists. I think you will play that role very well, love." And again and against your will, Tom brings you closer to him placing his arm around your waist, so close that his proximity makes you red.

So much so that you must place a hand on your exposed chest so that his gaze does not fall on that specific place.

“Bet your pretty ass I will. And then we will flee together into the sunset with a happy ending after killing 4 people."

His family and yours are too stunned to say a word, but just at the moment when you think they will shout hallelujah to the sky or to mention you are Frenemies, Dom makes a fist and a victory gesture with a loud yes!

“I told you they would be together before they were 25! pay me!" He yells happily at your dad, who, next to him, grunts as he searches for his wallet in his pants.

“Couldn't you wait until you turned 25, honey? It was only a few months away."

"What the hell?" Tom says, watching your father leave a $100 bill in Dom's hand.

"It's a silly thing they did when they were drunk." Nikki says, as she joins her hands in prayer just like your grandfather, just as happy as he. "It was about time you decided to be together."

"I didn't know that Tom could love someone other than Tessa." Your brother jokes.

"I didn't know anyone could love Tom more than Tessa." Harry jokes, but in his eyes you can see that part of him means it.

"Is this serious?" Your mom says, raising an eyebrow.

"It is." Tom says, and his voice is as solemn as his expression. "Mom, Dad, everyone, I want to marry this woman... someday."

Along with the expressions of happiness and surprise, theirs and yours, your brother breaks the silent while looking like a hawk at Tom.

"Her favorite color?"

"Blue." He answers, without missing a second.

"Favorite book?"

"Jane Austin's Pride & Prejudice."

"Coffee, hot or cold?"

"It depends on the season."

"Seafood?"

"Banned forever."

"Very well, you have my blessing to marry my sister." Your brother nods, like a wise old man, while you, foolishly, think of two things, how quickly he responded, and how well he knew you.

"Just that?" You question, partly offended. "Why better not give him 2 cows for my honor?"

"That's a good idea." Tom responds. "We already have a chicken so..."

You snort just like the idea of Tom buying a chicken just because there were no eggs in the store is spinning in your head, but at that very moment, your words die on your lips as Rose, your aunt and your grandfather's eldest daughter, has taken the command of the party to indicate that the most important thing of the night has arrived: the dance that your grandfather and grandmother used to have, when she was still alive.

Like a fairy tale, every couple in love gathers in the center of the garden while the song “Put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka begins to float in the London air that is suddenly flooded with love, to such an extent point that threatens to drown you in it.

"Would you like...?" Tom is nervous, and lets the question hang in the air.

Your breathing becomes agitated, it becomes irregular as your parents and his join the other couples, wild as your heart that beats with the fierceness of a caged animal seeking freedom.

You want to say no, but the crystallized look and happiness that you achieve in your grandfather's eyes are the impulse you need to avoid breaking his heart with the truth.

"Okay."

Tom takes your hand gently and guides you to the makeshift dance floor, placing his hands on your waist to imitate the elders.

Inside and out, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was still as beautiful as the first one he saw you when you were children; but of course, now as adults, everything was different: you were stronger, more mature, more self-confident, wilder and indomitable. But Tom didn't judge your insecurity, he never did, because you had trouble trusting in a future love that could be so real that it seemed a fairy tale - like the ones your father had read to you before bed - as deep as Roy's pain at losing his beloved Jules.

And it is then that Tom realized everything.

That's why you didn't want to be called darling, just because your grandfather used to call his great love that way. Why you never had a boyfriend. Of why you had never wasted your love giving it to someone you knew you would never have a future with, just the way he did with Hannah. Of why you have never been able to give your sincere love to someone else.

Because we're so hopeful at the beginning of things, it seems that there is only one world to gain, nothing to lose, and suddenly, we lose someone whom God knew we deeply love, leaving us with nothing but a void where there must be a beating heart.

And that's when the applause dies down, the silence overwhelms you two, time runs out and life forces you to look into each other's eyes to wonder, without words, why you did the things you did and the things you didn't.

"I'm in love with you."

"Don't."

You say the words at the same time, although they are not the words you expect to hear from the other.

And then you smile sadly, slightly because you no longer have the strength, because your body seems numb from the little alcohol you have drunk and because it seems that the world is leaning to one side with his love confession, but you also smile because Tom still has that adorable face, and a funny eyebrow that you were dying to fix. Just for fun. Just to touch him.

"You're not in love with me, you're just sad about Hannah." You whisper, desperately waiting for the song you have loved for so long to come to an end so you can flee from his arms.

"No, you don't understand, now I can see that it's you, it's always been you." Tom hates himself because he can't put his feelings and his memories into words, but his hands secure you in your place so that you don't leave, not before he can tell you a little of what he was hiding in his mind. “Since we were children I held your hand: in kindergarten, on the way home, to the park around the corner. I don't know why it is now that I can see you, always there in every step of my life, being my best friend even when we said words to annoy each other. I don't know much about love, but I know that it should make you feel good, give you peace, and that's what I feel with you. I feel at home with you, no matter where we are. And we have been in several countries away from home, but you feel like my home. And I am in love with you, and I only ask that you give me the opportunity to love the way you deserve to be loved."

You have a world of words, sharp as a knife, that could kill his confession, but against all, and because this is the first time you feel in love, you lift your hand from his shoulder, a little shaky, to brush your thumb against his brow, soft, delicate and loving, as a lover should be when loving someone for the first time.

"I still hate you."

Tom smiles and you both share a look of hope, staying in the foreground, just to be a participant in the main scene of this beautiful love story that would only be the beginning of a long night in the bright sky of your lives, the one that is like a painting made of watercolors, colors that spill over each other just to create a perfect combination, just like you two together in the eyes of any art lover.

"Not me, no. I love you."

And after that, Tom leans down a bit, feeling the softness of your lips in a real kiss, the first of many to come.

@averyfosterthoughts @galaxies-of-the-heart @heartofholland

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x actress!reader

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nose-bandaid · 3 years

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n.i.t.e.

hi 👉👈 may i please request reader&wooseok + wooseok giving reader guitar lessons or maybe writing a song together? i love the idea of quiet nights in the studio, just being creative together and enjoying each other's company... it sounds really nice 😔

Wooseok x (gender neutral) Reader fluff | 1.7k words

synopsis: nights like these, where it was just the two of you chilling, making music together — you found them most enjoyable.

a/n: BAM another request done. for you anon !!! i hope you enjoy, this was very fun to write :D

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"Home at last," Wooseok sighed as he punched in the pin to his studio and pushed the door open. Trailing behind him, you looked around at the familiar room and quirked an eyebrow.

"You call this your home now? Not the dorms?"

He shrugged. "I practically live here, so it might as well be. But you know," He gently kicked the leg of the couch nearby. "I got my bed right here." He then lazily gestured to the setup of all the music equipment you could possibly imagine. "Entertainment right there," Lastly, he turned around and placed a heavy hand on the top of your head, his other hand reaching down to tug the bag of snacks out of your grasp. "And my kitchen right here!"

"You calling me a kitchen?" You retorted in mock offence.

Your boyfriend ignored the comment. "I'd say this is a pretty good home! So come in, come in, welcome to my humble abode."

"You're kitchen says thank you." You replied and he sent you a cheeky grin as you shut the door behind you.

While Wooseok took a seat and started up the computer, you headed over to the low coffee table next to the couch. Scattered on top of it was a mess of sheet music and stray lyric sheets, forgotten by the other members. Instinctively, you sat down and began to sort through the papers, allocating different piles for different categories to the best of your ability.

"How do you guys manage to work like this? Nothing's organized." You chastised when you recognized papers from eras ages ago.

"We don't." Wooseok laughed as he continued clicking away on his software. "Thanks for cleaning it up, the others will appreciate it."

"As long as you give me credit." You hummed.

It was a peaceful setting — the shuffling of the papers mixed with the quiet tune playing from Wooseok's speakers every so often. The dim lights from above and the drawn curtains gave a cozy feeling. This place was just for the two of you.

You enjoyed it very much, it wasn't often that you got to hang out like this; basking in each other's presence.

Your hand hesitated when your eye caught a familiar title on one of the sheets. Pulling it out from the pile, you realized it was guitar part for one of their songs — your favourite.

"Hey wait I really like this song!" You gasped and the other idly replied, too focused on the work in front of him.

"Wooseok." You tried again.

"Mhm?"

"Teach me how to play this song, I wanna play it."

That got his attention.

Getting up from his seat, he walked over and glanced at the papers in front of you. "Ah, a classic, everyone knows how to play this song."

"So you can teach me?"

He smiled as he grabbed the guitar from its stand. "Of course."

Wooseok started right away, teaching you about frets and chords and how to read the tablature in front of you and how to properly position your fingers and woah — that was a lot.

But it's okay because Wooseok is sitting behind you, guiding you through everything and you're slowly managing to read through the music.

"This is a bit harder than I thought it would be." The utterance of defeat fell off your lips before you could even register it.

"No, no you're doing just fine. How about you try it like this?" He reached over your shoulders to position your hands correctly on the fret. "Try strumming it now."

You gave the guitar a tentative strum and perked up when the chord came out much clearer than it did before.

"See?" Wooseok chuckled. "You're doing amazing baby, it just takes time. At the rate you're learning at, I'm gonna have to tell Yuto you'll be giving him a run for his money."

You hummed in response absentmindedly as you slowly but surely tried to memorize the fingering for the next chord. "I guess it's not that bad."

"Exactly! There's always tough obstacles that come in the way of making music, but once you get started, all you have to do is go with the flow and you'll get there eventually." He explained as he went back to his seat and dropped onto it with a soft huff. He proceeded to search through his drawers in search of something before pulling out a book and pen.

"Speaking of music, I want to write a song," Wooseok said a few minutes later, out of the blue. "Like right now. I feel determined."

"All in one go?" You asked and he nodded in agreement.

"So," He continued and tapped his pen onto the empty pages of his notebook. "Tell me, y/n. What's something you've been thinking about these days?"

"What have I been thinking about...?" You echoed, still focused on playing the song in front of you. There was a suspenseful pause as you recalled your thoughts from the past few days.

"You."

Wooseok stifled a laugh from behind his hand. "Seriously? Don't you think that's a bit of a cliché thing to write about?"

You stopped playing fully and rested your weight on the guitar. "Then there must be a good reason why it's so popular, right?"

"Touché. Let's get started on that idea then — praise me! Compliment me! Tell me why you love me!"

"Ah... for some reason I don't feel like writing about this topic now." You teased.

"HEY!"

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Hours later, the lyrics were done, the melody was drafted and ready for recording. You let Wooseok do most of the vocals for the demo, but he insisted you take part in some of it as well. Looking back on everything that happened, you were amazed to see how your determination allowed you to get so much work done.

"What should we title it?" Wooseok asked and you heard the sound of him saving the piece.

"That's a very good question, I don't usually like this part 'cause it always feels like it has to be perfect."

He pursed his lips as he thought, staring at the LED clock for inspiration. "What about NITE? As in like, N-I-T-E."

"N-I-T-E for Noodles In The Evening?" You joked, nodding towards the empty cup noodles sitting nearby along with discarded snack wrappers.

The boy burst out in laugher at your statement. "No, no, not for that."

You tilted your head curiously. For someone who didn't have a title in mind a few moments ago, it seemed like he had underlying intentions behind that name.

"I was thinking... Never Is There Enough." He proposed, eyes hesitant, but a hint of confidence in his voice.

"Never enough what?"

Wooseok made an odd noise in his throat as he made his way over to the couch that you were resting on and flopped his body onto yours. You took a deep breath, trying to adjust to his weight and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Very faintly, you could feel his lips moving as he muttered something.

"Woo, never enough what?" You asked again, laughing lightly at his antics.

He lifted his head and stared at you with a newfound passion. "N-never is there enough of everything!" His voice died a little before continuing. "You know like... kisses."

Wooseok gave you a quick peck on the lips to prove his point.

"No matter how many times I kiss you, I feel like it's not enough to express how much I love you." He said in one breath. Even with the dim lighting of the room, you could tell he was blushing.

"And when I tell you that I love you thiiiiis much," he opened his arms as wide as he could, accidentally knocking his hand against the wall (and letting out a quiet ow). "Even though my arms are really long, I'd reach from here to the moon if I could."

"Okay—"

He continued rambling before you could fully reply. "There's also never enough time! I wish every night could be spent like this, just the two of us hanging out, but we're both busy so it rarely happens."

You faltered a little, no longer knowing how to respond to his sudden outburst.

"Sorry, that was a little overbearing, I'm just a little excited," Wooseok said sheepishly. "I really want this to be our song, you know?"

"I get that," You gently patted his head in reassurance. "I don't find it overwhelming, you were just too cute I needed a moment to register all of that."

"So you think the name is okay?"

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss.

"I think it's perfect, and you seem like it so much I don't think I can go against it."

You adored the glimmer in his eyes when he heard your reply.

"Though I think I still like Noodles In The Evening more... or Never Is There Enough noodles!" You added on and whispered a just kidding when his expression broke into a pout.

"Are you hungry again or something?"

You averted your gaze. "Maybe."

"Do you wanna order more food?" He asked.

You immediately perked up at the offer. "Seriously?"

"Always serious when it comes to food."

"What time is it?"

"Ehh..." He gave the innocent clock a disapproving look. "Late, but something's gonna be open so it's fine."

"Then I'm down," You said, sitting up and watching Wooseok reach over for his phone. As he searched for places to order from, you spoke up again.

"Hey, Wooseok?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's do this again sometime, it was nice."

A small smile tugged on his lips at your words. "Really? Even though we didn't do much?"

"Dude, of course! Any time spent with you is amazing and we pretty much have our own song already made," you said, leaning forward as Wooseok listened to you with full interest. "Let's make it our goal to have an album done then. An album special to just the two of us, how does that sound?"

The smile on his face was wide now. "That sounds amazing."

"You're amazing," You kissed him on the nose and he flushed.

"I think every time you kiss me, I suddenly gain the ability to write a new song about just how much I love you," Wooseok admitted, before pulling you into yet another kiss.

"If that's the case, our album will be done in no time."

#newskynet #kdiner #pentagon #wooseok #pentagon wooseok #jung wooseok #pentagon x reader #wooseok x reader #pentagon fluff #wooseok fluff #jung wooseok x reader #nose-bandaid

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sgt-peppers-lonely-writer · 4 years

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Where Is Your Boy- John Lennon

Pairing: John Lennon x reader

Words: 1109

Plot: (requested by @courage-grace-rose) You and John have been friends since you were little and one day at school John's friends decide to have a little fun until John steps up to them.

Warnings: bullying

A/N: OH BOY MY FIRST REQUEST I SERIOUSLY WROTE THIS AS FAST AS I COULD BECAUSE I WAS SOO EXCITED AND I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED (also when thinking of a title the first thing I thought of was Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy by Fall Out Boy...)

He was known around school as the most troublesome boy that ever was. He always was like that: playing pranks on people, talking back to the teacher, getting into fights ever since you knew him since you were five.

Now you and John Lennon were in high school and let's say it hasn't been like previous years. John was still your friend but he also had a different group who were as mischievous as him. John and his group would pass you in the hallway, the other boys would sneer at you while John grinned and waved. You knew that they didn't like you and wouldn't do anything unless John was around.

And one day John wasn't around.

You were minding your business outside of school, reading a book while sitting on the grass and waiting for John to get out of detention since he wrote a rather inappropriate note just for the math teacher, when the group of boys surrounded you. You looked up at them and smiled, "Are you waiting on John too?"

"Not exactly," one smiled evilly as you put in your bookmark. "John isn't here to save you now."

Another boy grabbed your book and started to rip the pages out of it while two held you back. The leader, the one who spoke to you first decided to go through your bag. You struggled against the two boys, trying to free yourself but they were much stronger than you.

"Lookie here! A journal?!" He snickered as he pulled out a leather binded book. You mentally groaned as you forgot that you placed it in your bag.

"Stop!" You yelled as you tried again to fight against the boys. The leader untied the little ribbon and flipped through it.

"Dear diary," he mocked as he read a page. "I got accepted into choir, isn't that exciting! John's always talking about starting a band so maybe I can sing a few songs with him."

The boys around you started laughing and some of them made some retching noises. Tears were brought to your eyes as you realized that John wasn't here to save you.

"Dear diary," he mocked again, "Tonight was supposed to be some big important dance but I didn't go. I snuck over to Aunt Mimi's and John and I stayed up in his room-"

"Please stop it! Stop!" You cried out.

"-joking about books and music. I've never realized how nice his laugh was or how his eyes sparkled in the light. John has his special little quirks that makes him so unique. He's been my best friend since we were little and I still learn about him more and more each day. That's why I fell in love with-"

"Let her go!" Someone yelled and everyone looked up and saw John, looking rather pissed off.

The two boys holding you immediately dropped you, sending you falling to the ground. You quickly wiped your tears before anyone saw.

"We were just having fun, weren't we, (Y/N)?"

"You call that fun?! She's crying for Christ's sake! They were holding her still!"

"Yeah, all fun and games," the boy smirked. "Besides, I don't understand how your friends with her, did you know that the bitch's in lo-"

John snapped and grabbed the collar of the one who had your diary, making him drop the book out of fear, "Get out before I bash your fucking bloody face in!"

The boys scattered and your diary was page down in the grass. The pages of your reading book were flying across the school yard and your stuff was tossed everywhere.

You stayed on the ground, trying to collect yourself as John quickly went to gather the torn pages from the book. You saw his shoes and you looked up at him, your face red and blotchy.

"I'm sure you can get another copy somewhere, but it's nice to have the pages just in case."

"Thanks," you sniffed while gathering the pages from his hand. You looked back down and skimmed through the pages, trying to put them in order, but you were really just avoiding John. If he heard what you wrote about him...

His shoes disappeared and you let out a shaky sigh of relief. He probably was headed back to Aunt Mimi's or going to beat up the boys who did this to you. You wanted nothing more than to just be alone right now.

But your breath stopped again as the leather bounded book was handed to you, the page still open. At the bottom was a little sketch you drew of John after you admitted your feelings to a book. You quickly swiped it and stood up, trying to gather everything and put it in your bag.

"(Y/N), wait-" he spoke up as you finally put everything in your bag.

"I'm sorry my mom is waiting for me, I'm late for supper. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" You said quickly while not even looking at him. You went to run but he grabbed your wrist.

"No, let me walk you home."

"John, seriously, I have to go."

He glared at you and you had no choice but to let him walk you home. So you both walked down the street, neither of you saying a word.

He knew, you thought, he knew and he's going to hate you after this. He was going to walk you home and then never talk to you again. Years of friendship wasted all because you caught feelings.

"Did they hurt you?" John asked, trying to start a conversation.

"No," you muttered softly. "Not really."

"I really hope that you can find a new book. I know it was a favorite of yours."

"John, it's ok, really."

You both remained silent until you got to your house.

"Thank you for saving me back there. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," you told him.

Before you could leave he leaned down and kissed you gently. You were taken aback by this because you weren't expecting it at all.

He pulled away and ruffled your hair with a faint smile. "I always had feelings for you, birdie. Besides, you're obvious about who you fancy."

"What?" You whispered, still shocked by it all.

"(Y/N), I may be failing calculus but I'm not exactly stupid. Here, take this, I think they know not to mess you you anymore."

John slipped off his jacket and put it in your hands. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And he walked next door to where he lived. You stayed outside and John gave you a wink before going inside.

#the beatles #the beatles imagine #john lennon x reader #john lennon #teddy boy john #teddy boy john lennon

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erismerald · 4 years

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MY NEW ROAD - CHAPTER 2

>> I was so eager to publish this chapter and so here goes, I hope you like my beautiful penguins *-*

Chapter 1

» Older Daniel Diaz x reader

» Warnings: semi-mature, romance, blood, gang

I began to feel awake again, my head hurt a lot, and almost my whole body.

I took a deep breath in the attempt to open my eyes, but even that gave me pain..

My mind was busy with a lot of questions, I can't remember what happened, yeah... Even if I try hard enough I cannot, remember anything else, finally I let my eyes open slowly, and I couldn't see anything, it was too dark to see a thing, I looked around and saw a huge open window where you could see the sea and the moon already high in the sky.

I was confused, I did not know, whether I should get up or not, I also felt frightened too.

I knew that this was not my home, but where am I?

I really started to feel a lot of anxiety, did someone kidnap me?

Even if I try to pull my head, the last thing I remember it was go out for a walk to the beach after, the call that I did with my grandmother, after that I don't remember anything else.

I couldn't lie there, any longer... I got out of bed so fast that at the first step, I fell round on the floor.

"Y/N?! Ahh you finally woke up, I'm so glad" I see someone coming out of the balcony, and coming in through the window, in front of me.

His voice was hoarse, and deep down I recognized that voice, the person came even closer to me and that's when I saw him again, and now I started to remember everything that had happened, he was there.

"What's going on? Where am I? Why did you help me?" I spoke fast, as fast as I could, I was remembering everything, until the moment I fainted, at this moment, I only wanted answers, but was too weak to get them.

"hey, calm down... You're still too weak to get all this excitement."

He sat down in front of the bed on a small bench and watched me.

I felt my body, for a few brief moments in shock, the cold coming from the window, was giving me creeps.

I looked at Daniel and he seemed relieved to see me up.

"daniel can you explain to me what happened?" I looked towards the window waiting for an answer from him.

"Y/n I don't think it's the moment yet... you should rest, you're still very weak" he says moving away from me.

"What do you mean, Daniel?!? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME AND WHERE AM I?"

I got up too quickly again, not realising that I was not wearing anything but my underwear.

I looked at my body and saw a bloody band around my belly, Daniel only looked at me with a nervous expression and a shy look, But for a moment he didn't take his gaze off my body, until at some point he turned his back to me.

"my brother and I take care of you, you've been asleep for two days... You are now in my house, more specifically in my room".

Sleeping for two days? My grandmother must be completely worried... I just had a vague memory of what had happened on the beach, I'm completely tired and exhausted.

" In the moment I saw you on the beach, everyone by my side was thrown, away, what happened!"?

"y/n, you must have dreamed..." he says seriously, and he keeps turning, He left me hypnotized by him... As he approached me I did not move, just took a deep breath and prayed that he would not come any closer, until he gets to my side, just a few centimetres away from me.

I'd forgotten I was half naked, and I felt my face warming up.

He realized I was flushed and smiled:

"B-but, I swear..." I say without looking at his face, he kneels down and grabs the blanket behind me, and when he gets up he puts it on my shoulders, covering my whole body.

"you must still be confused, you've lost a lot of blood, dinner will be ready in a few minutes and you should be starving, get dressed and come to me in the living room, just cross the corridor."

He didn't say anything else, didn't even look at me, just left the room, leaving me there in the dark.

I watched the room around me, the room was small but simple, it was decorated with drawings on the wall, mainly wolf drawings, on the floor there were clothes scattered and some tools, the bed was small? Where did he sleep all this time?

I approached the secretary and had many papers from the school, Daniel was an applied student, and he had a notebook of drawings, without wanting to be a sketch artist, I opened the notebook on the page that was marked and....

It was me, Daniel had drawn me while I was sleeping, I felt my heart beating faster and stronger, I rushed to close the notebook and looked for my clothes, and I noticed that they were on top of a small grey armchair near the window.

As I picked up I noticed that my sweater was all bloody, I wasn't going to wear that, so I looked around for something I could wear, and I saw a black t-shirt on top of the bed, without further ado, I wore the jeans, and then I opened the bedroom door and went towards the brightest part, which I thought was the room.

As I approached, I started hearing voices and heard my name, I didn't go any further, I stayed there Hidden in the darkness.

"she's fine sean, she doesn't remember anything, I still know how to take care of myself" Daniel's voice sounded louder

"she could have seen you use your powers, that was just irresponsible, I know it was a dangerous situation, but shouldn't you do it okay?" powers? But who was the other person? Maybe Daniel's older brother

"Okay, fuck, I did what I had to do to protect her, what do you want me to say more? You wanted me to leave her there to suffer when it's not even her fault?" Daniel's voice became fierce and almost hoarse.

"I know, but the whole thing takes care of is little, we can't risk it, try... Just try to be more careful"

Did the voice move away if, I felt myself, even more confused than before, you could? How can you do that? Then that was the power that I felt on the beach....

"Y/n?' frightened me and I looked up.

"a-ahm, hi!" I tried to play it unnoticed.

"how long have you been there?" he looked at me suspiciously, and coming up to me, leaving me leaning against the wall, something in him hypnotized me.

"just now, i-i just followed the aisle as you told me' i felt his body approaching mine

"you are wearing my shirt', he said and laughed, I could not think, he was too close to me and my heart was beating so hard and so loud that I was afraid he'd listen, I was starting to lose control, I looked up and saw the smirk on his face, he was having fun, making me feel nervous?

"Y/N! Pleased to meet you" Daniel's brother arrived in the hallway, and quickly Daniel separated from me, I could hardly breathe, I was so hypnotized, I didn't know what to do yet.

"My pleasure, I hope I'm not giving you any trouble, and thank you for helping me."

"Don't worry" the sean told me with a smile on his face, and at a glance looked at Daniel, did he realize what was going on? "Well, let's eat"? The food is ready" he left the hallway, and Daniel followed him, I couldn't move my legs, I still couldn't assimilate what had happened at that moment, I decided to ignore them and follow them.

"I hope it's okay for me to wear your sweater, mine was all bloody... Ahm can you tell me what happened?" I asked as I ate, they looked at each other and then sean explained.

"some of our rivals, they wanted to get back at us both and since they saw you with Daniel in the morning, they thought you were something for him and attacked you, that's why you have this stomach wound.... I'm sorry" he said calmly and quietly.

"sorry" I looked at Daniel, he had a look of guilt and worry, was he really so worried about me?

"I understood, but was that all that happened? I don't remember much" I was trying to pull them out, to see if anyone would tell me about the powers thing... But I don't think I succeeded.

"Nothing else... You've lost a lot of blood it's normal not to remember, but now you're better, but it was-" Daniel was interrupted

"it would be better if you stayed here for a while so that we could take care of you and protect you, they must be after you too, it's only for a few days" sean added, and smiled affectionately.

"Sure, but where am I gonna sleep?" I asked without looking at Daniel...

"with me" I felt Daniel's gaze towards me, was he serious? "You sleep in my room, I sleep on the floor."

"sean spoke smiling, and stood up to wash the table and set the whole thing up again.

"Do you want help?" I got up and offered to help.

"it's not necessary, well I left some towels in the bathroom in case you want to take a shower" sean said washing the dishes.

"thank you sean" I said with a wide smile, now a bath would taste good. I looked back, and Daniel was no longer there.

I went to the bathroom, and locked the door, turned on the water and waited to warm up and started to undress myself, when I removed that bloody alloy, I saw a very small but deep scar, it looked good, it didn't seem to have become infected, I just thank God for Daniel and his brother were taking care of me this time?

*time break*

I got out of the bathtub and rolled up in the towel and went and opened the door slowly and peered to make sure no one would see me in the towel, picked up the clothes and went running to Daniel's room.

I opened the door slowly and entered quickly, the room was dark, but I knew there was no one there, they should be in the workshop.

I put on my underwear and shirt and And I dropped my wet hair, drying naturally, just with the wind.

The evening was so pleasant that I couldn't resist going to the balcony.

As I approached, I felt the breeze getting stronger and the floor getting colder.

And I stayed there... Watching the waves, which reflected the light of the moon... I don't know how long I stayed there, I felt safe and I felt calm, which I hadn't felt for some time.

It gave me time to think about the news that my grandmother had given me two days ago.... Did my mother know where I was? Would she come after me?

I tried to ignore it and just continued to relax, breathing in and exhaling from the strong sea breeze.

"You know that you can get sick'' I became frightened and turned back, and there he was as mysterious as ever, his gaze, followed a straight line through my body from top to bottom, I do not know what was going on but he made me nervous whenever I was alone with him.

"I was, just watching the sea and thinking a little bit about everything that's happening" I speak in a shy voice.

"dressed like that?" he looks at me from top to bottom again, and smiles maliciously.

I was so nervous that I could no longer keep my balance, the moon reflected in his eyes, and kept me captivated, in that look, what is wrong with me? Why is he acting like this?

"Yes, it's not that cold" lie, the cold almost killed me, but it was too hot because of the situation.

"Turn around" His voice was more hoarse than usual

I don't know if I should accept or refuse, but my body almost moved on its own...

I turned slowly, I did not know what was about to happen.

I felt him approaching if a shiver ran through my spine and made me feel active.

He stopped a few centimetres away from me.... And that's when my body stopped.

I felt his hand touching my arm lightly, and walking a clear path to my shoulder.... Right above my clothes I could feel the anxiety, the need for your touching my body.

I feel his breath coming closer if he takes my hair and puts it on my right side, and there was no escape, I was going to turn around but-

"Quiet..." he whispered near my ear, his hand went up to my neck, and his finger played there.... For a few seconds, I didn't feel anything anymore, but when I least expected it....

His lips are pressed against my skin, without fear he climbs up to my ear, and leaves a kiss there....

"Daniel?" I turned to face him, but I didn't have time, his hands were already stuck on my hips, and I feel the cold wall, on my back.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, but you make me feel too protective by your side... I can't help but be attracted to you y/n" he says with his gaze glued to my

"M-me too"

I already felt him bringing his mouth close to mine, his breathing almost transforming one with my.....

#life is strange before the storm #life is strange 2 #life is strange theory #Life is strange #Life is strange 2 ep 5 #please do a fanfic with older daniel #life is strange fanfiction #Fanfic #Older Daniel diaz #daniel diaz #sean diaz #victoria chase #cassady #chloe price #max caulfield #Video game #sean diaz x reader #Daniel diaz x reader

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violetosprey · 6 years

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Your analysis of the TDDUP characters was really interesting. I don't know if you've done it before but...what do you think Cain? Or Vincent? I'm curious.

Thank you. I guess you’re right, I haven’t really dedicated specific posts to each of the other characters alone like the TDDUP ones have I? I love TDDUP the most and finally worked up the nerve to write out about those characters after the game came out (I knew well about BTD and saw the release of BTD2 even before that).

I’ve kind of gone over my thoughts about the characters through various posts, but it’s probably really scattered. Well since I haven’t thought of a post for after my “most dangerous human” post planned, maybe I’ll do those next for fun :) Dedicate a post for each character. It’ll take a bit to get through them all, but that way I won’t feel I have to restrict what I say (especially because some of the characters there are concepts I REALLY love that I’ll want to get into). Since you asked first, I can do Cain first, then Vincent. I’ll problem go in a random order from there unless people ask for a talk about a specific character to be bumped up (first come first serve?). I can give you a BRIEF bit now on what I think of Cain and Vincent though :P

I’ll make longer posts later for these guys. Especially because when I was just thinking about Cain today, I have a LOT to say about Cain :P Not really surprising because he’s my 2nd favorite of the entire BTD/BTD2/TDDUP.

Cain initially didn’t intrigue me so much before the game’s release. I was actually more stocked for Lawrence (and maybe Ren). Vincent was the one I was LEAST interested in. I kind of thought of Cain at first as the Rire version for the BTD2 game (don’t worry, there are similarities but also key differences between the characters). But when I actually played him…he was a LOT more interesting than I anticipated. Also I still beat myself up in the head that I did not even think of the correlation between Cain and the bible story of Cain and Abel until it was bluntly stated in the game. How did I not think of that?! Basically if I were to sum up Cain: 1) He is a well designed final boss/big boss character, 2) He is a strong and consistent sadistic/amoral villain and 3) He wants a pet…and he’s the worst pet owner ever. Trust me, that third one I take more seriously than you think. I know it sounds funny out loud but you’ll get have to hear me out when I get to writing the post. The majority of post probably WILL focus on Cain’s relationship with the MC, and what I managed to get out of the dynamic.

Vincent like I said I was the least interested in. Sorry, super buffy/steroid looking brutes with foul mouths…don’t usually do it for me. Also, you’ll notice particularly in the beginning of the game that to get in good graces with Vincent, you gotta be rough and kinky as hell (that’s like…that complete opposite of myself…which would explain why first playthrough I got flat out kidnapped instead of the one-night stand with him :P). So what happened? THE FLIPPIN LOCKER CG IN THE BUNKER! Everyone knows the one. It’s so…SO hard not to feel emotional during that. Gosh darn it I wasn’t expecting this character of all the cast to be…so sweet. And when I think about it more…isn’t he the most tragic of Electricpuke’s characters in the TDDUP/BTD/BTD2 series? The only other one I can think of really tragic is Chris from TDDUP for the abuse. The thing about Vincent is also that I also did not make the connection at first that he was Akira from BTD2. That makes his story a WHOLE lot more interesting. Also, that made me feel better because…small confession time. At the time BTD2 was still in development, I didn’t know too much about any of the artists (didn’t really follow them immensely, I peeked more at Gato’s stuff first rather than Puke’s). I knew Puke was the creator of both Cain and Vincent, but I was slightly confused and disappointed that Vincent looked a little too much like Akira from the first game. *facepalm* Yeah, I made the connection while at the same time NOT making the connection (not even when I saw the scene with Sano and Vincent). I am a…really dense person sometimes. So when I thought Puke was being lazy (making a brand new character with Cain, but just rehashing an old design with Vincent), I was just being ignorant that the design choices were intentional. …Please don’t kill me Puke, I know better now >_

Yeah there’s more to say and elaborate here, but I should really just dedicate some single posts to these guys. Truth be told, some of the stuff I say WILL sound like I’m on repeat (like you’ve seen me mention it in another post before). That’s just because it’s usually a big part in how I view the characters. There probably will be some new thoughts put into those posts as well that I haven’t really gotten to touch on before. And still, it’ll be nice just to have some dedicated posts so that people don’t have to dig through my various parts where I’ve talking about a bunch of characters together, so they can piece together my thoughts for me. That’s just too time consuming.

I do want to finish my BTD/TDDUP Most Dangerous Human post first before I get to these though. So thank you anon for showing an interest in my analyses :) It’ll take awhile to get through them all, but should be fun.

#answer #btd #btd2 #tddup #electricpuke #gatobob #darqx #vincent metzger #Cain Zeitgeist

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yoosungiib · 6 years

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Can I request a MC who overworks herself when she's feeling bad? like in a way, that if she feels depressed she goes all the way down to make her feel worse. I'm sorry this is so specific, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. Have a lovely day

Of course, you have a lovely day too, hun! :)

RFA w/ an MC who overworks herself when she is feeling down

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★ Yoosung ★

It took him a long time to notice it at first, and when he finally did he was practically kicking himself.

It always started with you coming home and locking yourself in the bedroom. He’d walk into the bedroom and see papers and other sources of work all over the place.

After that, you would start to clean around the house, even if the house wasn’t that dirty.

He would watch as you’d fiercely scrub at the floor when it was already sparkling and you could practically see your own reflection.

The amount of work you’d do stopped you from sleeping, eating, resting.

But the next day you would be completely fine, and you’d be very chill and relaxed about work. And you wouldn’t even pick up a broom, so there was no cleaning. And the house could have been dirty.

Finally after this happening about five times or so, Yoosung realized that you overworked yourself when you were sad.

How he finally figured out it? Well, you woke up that morning and tore your pants, split your cereal all over yourself, called him about three times during school/work due to a panic attack, car broke down, and you were an absolute mess.

Knowing all of this, he wanted to give you a nice night but you had just brushed him off with a shake of your head and got right to work.

And he’d watch what he thought was just a weird quirk, happen again.

He stopped you from closing the bedroom door on him with his foot. As you protested, he took your bag from you and hid it away, then he sat you down on the couch in the living room. “Please, Yoosung. I just want to distract myself.”

“Of course, MC, but not like this. You shouldn’t overwork yourself because it’s bad for your health. You need to take a break, so you can distract yourself by cuddling with me and watching a movie. How does that sound?”

“It sounds… great, Yoosung, but this is always what I’ve done.”

Yoosung smiles softly, wrapping his arm around you and cuddling you against him. “I fail to see how overworking yourself makes you feel better. Why don’t you try this, and if it doesn’t work, then maybe we can think of a plan for doing little bits of work when you’re feeling upset.”

In the end, you prefered watching a movie, eating snacks and cuddling with Yoosung then working.

♪ Zen ♪

Zen had just finished rehearsal when he texted you, asking if you wanted to meet him at the bar or get some dinner with him. He was pretty surprised when you texted him back not only a minute later saying that you weren’t feeling up to it.

He wasn’t going to go to the bar then if you were not going to be there, so he went home and decided he’d just order take out.

Zen was not expecting to open the door and see you smack bang on the floor with papers scattered around you. You were frantically writing on papers, multi-tasking to the computer, randomly getting up to clean something you saw from across the room that you thought looked dirty, even though it clearly wasn’t.

He scrunched his brows and bent down to see what you were working on. Taxes?

“Babe? Those aren’t due for another 6 months, why are you doing them now?”

“It doesn’t hurt to do them now.”

“Ok. But you should take a break. I think you’re overworking yourself-”

“N-no, please, just let me work… please,”

Zen pulled his hands back slowly from the papers on the ground. He let out a sigh and sat down beside you, deciding if you weren’t going to stop, he would at least keep you company or help you.

But you refused to let him do anything, and he was beginning to get concerned as he watched you work so viciously. And you wouldn’t stop.

“Babe, please-”

“Zen!” You snapped, trying to push his hand off your shoulder. But he wouldn’t move his hand, instead used it to keep you towards him as he reached out to stroke your cheek, wiping away the tears that began to fall.

Zen let you calm down before speaking again. He carefully wrapped an arm around your shoulder and sat you down on the couch. He rubbed your back and smoothed down your hair. “Jagi? Did something happen today that’s put you on edge?”

You shrugged, though nodding your head slightly. “Yes, you could say. I’ve just had a really bad day, and working just helps me to distract myself. I’m sorry I snapped.”

“Aw, babe, it’s ok. I understand, we all have bad days. But please, I don’t think overworking is the way to go. Doing a little work is ok but the amount you’re doing is just ridiculous. Here, if you want to do taxes now, I’ll help you so there isn’t such a workload on your shoulders. How does that sound?” You smiled, agreeing that that was a good compromise. You were already beginning to feel a little better.

❀ Jaehee ❀

Jaehee, herself, has the same habit of overworking when she is sad, even if she is one to complain about the workloads Jumin puts on her.

Though she will overwork, she doesn’t want to see you overworking. And she can recognize the signs of someone who overworks themselves right away.

Jaehee can see the bags under the eyes, the frantic movements, mutterings under your breath. At first, Jaehee really just thought you had a lot of work to do, but something just didn’t sit right with her.

You were so sad. Yes, working is no fun but the downcast look on your face and the damper on your mood tells her it is something more than just needing to work that made you sad.

“MC,” she says, resting her hand on your shoulder. You jump a little, but sigh when you see it’s just her. “I really think you should take a break. Would you have some coffee with me?”

You nod slightly, putting down your work and accompanying Jaehee to the kitchen.

Jaehee watches as you rub at your head and bite your lip, your fingers tapping against the hardwood of the table.

“Did something happen today, dear?”

“I’ve just had a rough day, that’s all,” you say letting out a big huff. Jaehee smiles lightly, setting the coffee down and rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want to tell me what made it such a bad day? I think that would be better than overworking yourself, don’t you think?”

You nod, and let everything that has been troubling you out, and Jaehee listens attentively, giving advice when it is needed.

Whenever Jaehee see’s that you are down and starting to overwork yourself, she is very quick at jumping in and minimizing your work. She doesn’t like the thought of you stressing yourself over lots of work to distract yourself from how you are feeling.

She’d much rather you come and talk to her, or if you wanted to work, that you’d take a smaller workload.

☂ Jumin ☂

Jumin doesn’t like the idea of you doing any type of work frankly.

He wants you to live a peaceful, no-stress life, and to not have to worry about work and deadlines.

However, if working is something you want to do, he will not stop you. But he will step in when he sees you overworking.

Normally, you don’t overwork. You know when to stop and you know when you need to put more work in.

But lately Jumin has caught on to a tendency of yours that is to overwork yourself when feeling down.

Maybe after a bad day at work, you heard bad news from a family member, or you were unable to get a certain guest to agree to come to the next RFA party,

You’ll go into a complete funk and bury yourself in work. It is usually him, or Jaehee that does that.

He sighs when he finds you at your desk in the bedroom, light on and you furiously typing on the computer. Books are piled on the desk, empty classes of coffee and papers disperse around you either on the desk or floor.

Quietly at first not to disturb you, he carefully pics up the papers to organize them for you. But then he sees how red your face is and the dark bags under your eyes. He puts the papers on the desk and grabs a blanket from the bed, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“My love, I think it best you take a break now. Here, why don’t we have some wine on the balcony. There is a warm breeze outside.”

You think his offer over a for a few moments before nodding and taking the hand he outstretched towards you. The two of you sit in silence outside for awhile before Jumin breaks it and asks you to explain how you’re feeling, and why you are sad.

Jumin gives the best advice he can, and offers any help that may ease your troubles. “I think that it is wonderful, darling, that you want to work, as much as I think you don’t need to. But you should be very careful about overworking. It isn’t good for your health; it can ruin your sleeping cycle and cause more stress. The next time you feel particularly down, please come to me, and we will find a solution together.”

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Same. Remember when he completely shut you out?

“Honey? Sugar Plum? Boo Bear? Why are you using papers as a blanket when you can use me? Put all your sorrows onto me!”

It’s totally ok for him to do it, but not you. The second he sees you sort of shutting yourself out from him and burying yourself in work,

He’s lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder, than having you build a pillow fort with him.

When the fort is built he’ll then tuck you under his arm and cuddle with you, a few bags of honey buddha chips around you guys, and he’ll ask you to tell him why you are feeling sad.

He’ll listen carefully, and he won’t make any jokes until you are done.

He wants you to know that he takes you and what is bothering you seriously, and that he will offer all the help he can.

If working is something that you really want to do, he’ll give you tasks. Or he’ll try and teach you how to hack.

Seven makes it very clear that overworking can become a bad habit and not something you should do when you are upset; “Don’t take after me, baby. You’ll get yourself into a habit you can’t get yourself out of.”

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