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equizona · 3 years

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Shielding Embrace

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters: Mammon

Format: Drabble

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse(?) Angst(with a happy ending), crying, swearing, calling Lucifer a stuck up little bitch, OOC.

Summary: MC is tired of hearing Mammon get picked on so often, by his own brothers no less. As the second-born demon has always protected them, they think it's their turn to protect him.

Note: I wrote this a while ago, since I'm tIRED of Mammon getting bullied all the time. He deserves better-

"Diavolo, stop being such a scumbag Mammon-"

It wasn't uncommon that the brothers would call the second-born mean words. Scumbag was their favorite, along with dumb or stupid. You agreed that he didn't always make the best choices, but they were always so cruel about it. It never gave off the vibes that they were only joking either. It was like they meant every word.

You hated it with your whole being. Mammon had been the nicest to you, and he had been the one who had been there with you since the start, ever since Lucifer made him your 'guardian' in a way. He wasn't the best at showing his emotions, but you could tell he cared. Sometimes, it felt like he was the only one who cared.

You wanted to shout, or scream at them, for all the cruel things they would say to him. He deserved better than that. He was their brother, so why were they always so mean to him?

"MC? Are you okay?" You were forced out of your mind by Satan's annoyingly Loud question that brought the attention of everyone at the table to the two of you.

You remember when he tried to kill you. You remember when all of them tried to kill you. You remembered when Belphie actually killed you.

All those times never quite left your mind, and you could still feel the fear you felt in each of those situations. Mammon was the only one of them you felt completely comfortable with anymore, as he was the only one who never seemed to lose control and attempt to harm you.

You decided you wanted to stand up for him like he stood up for you all the time.

"Actually, no, I'm not. What's wrong with you guys?"

Satan's eye twitched, and it was oddly satisfying. You could see all of the brothers about to speak up about what you'd said, though you didn't give them that chance.

"I don't understand why all of you keep calling Mammon a scumbag. Is it because he's greedy? 'Cause if that is the case, then I want to remind you that greed is his sin. He's the avatar of greed. And I mean, why get mad about him for that? As far as I remember, all of you don't ever try to deny your sins."

You didn't feel satisfied just yet, so you decided to continue. You wanted to make them feel just as horrible as you assumed Mammon felt each time they threw those words at him.

"I mean, Lucifer is a stuck-up little bitch with too much pride and he can't ever seem to apologize or see that it's his fault no matter how obvious it is. Leviathan is constantly envious of everything to the point it can be fucking unbearable. Satan has extreme anger issues, and gets angry at the smallest things and Asmo is constantly flirting with people and usually not stopping until he's in their pants. And please, don't even get me started on Beel. Then of course, Belphie just seems to never bother lifting a finger to help anyone. But I never see anyone complaining about all of that, do I? It's not like any of you do anything to deny the sin you are assigned to, so why do you expect Mammon to do it, hmm?"

You raised your eyebrow in a judgemental way, just to add that extra spite. You could clearly see Mammon's shocked expression.

You preferred watching the reactions of the others more though. Beel looked guilty to some degree, Asmo looked offended, Levi and Belphie looked annoyed at the whole thing while Satan and Lucifer looked downright pissed.

You could see that Mammon was about to say something, probably about how he was okay and you should calm down, and Satan looked ready to snap and attack you, again. Though neither of them had the chance to react before Lucifer stood up while slamming his hands down on the table, glaring at you.

"Excuse me? Run that by me again, won't you?"

You'd normally apologize and leave the room to do something else, but you were tired with their bullshit and this just seemed like yet another way you could call them out on it.

So, you gathered up all of your courage and looked Lucifer straight in the eye, glaring at him as well, despite the fact you knew it would have little to no use.

"Or what? Are you going to try and kill me again? Because let me remind you that all of you have attacked me before, except Mammon. Oh, and of course, one of you actually managed to kill me. Remember that, Belphie?" You shot him a mean look, and at least he seemed to have some guilt over the situation.

"And you know, Lucifer probably would have killed me before as well, hadn't it been for Lord Diavolo. Oh, but you never quite did apologize for that, did you? You never apologized to Luke for attacking him either, did you? And it's because you have so much pride. Because you're so high and mighty and you can never do anything wrong, can you? Ah, but nobody ever tells you that, do they? Because they know it's the sin you represent and they know it's a part of who you are."

Lucifer blinked at you, shocked, and nobody else seemed like they were going to say anything either.

"Actually, in my opinion, I think Mammon is the least 'scummy' and 'lowlife' person in this room. And he somehow managed to be the one with the most control. Seriously, at this point I'm certain that you all only ever say those things to him because you all know you're the real lowlives and you're just too pathetic to admit it."

You didn't want to stay there anymore, and since they all seemed to shocked to say or do anything, you stood up and quickly made your way to your room, though it wasn't long until someone was knocking on your door.

"Uh, human..?"

Mammon's voice.

You almost wanted to cry. He didn't usually knock, he preferred to just barge in with his stupidly cheerful attitude that never failed to make you smile.

"You can come in."

You voiced it quietly, a small part of you hoping that he wouldn't hear you and just leave instead, but seconds after he opened the door and let himself in.

He didn't say anything as he sat down next to you on your bed though, most likely trying to figure out what he should say in a situation like this.

What you weren't expecting was to hear the sounds of sobbing.

Worriedly, you say up and moved next to him, concern filling your entire body as you gently put your arms around his shoulders and made him lean on your chest.

"Hey, hey, shh, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

You tried to make your voice as gentle as possible. You weren't entirely sure what to do, but you never liked it when he was sad. His negative expressions and tears always layed heavy on your heart, so much that it was almost unbearable.

"Did- did you mea-mean it-?"

He stuttered out after a few minutes of you running your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. You frowned, not entirely sure which part he was asking about.

"Which part are we talking about specifically?" You questioned him, though you made sure that your voice was soft.

"All of it." As soon as he answered your question, he got out of your embrace only to put his hands around your neck for a hug. You grinned, hugging him back.

"Of course I was. You're the one that's been there for me since I came here, and while I can agree that you don't always make the best decisions, they don't always make the best decisions either. They are your brothers, and they should never be saying things like that to you. Actually, from now on, each and every time they say something mean towards you, I want you to come to me so I can smother you in my love and affection."

Oh shit, fuck, did you just-

"Wait- like- uh- no- uhm- like in a-a, uh-"

He moved away from you, and you wondered if he regretted that considering how red his face was. You'd probably burn your hand if you touched his face at this point.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to say that again."

You gave him a patient smile, wanting him to feel comfortable. You were almost certain that he liked you back, since he wasn't exactly very good at hiding it, but you hadn't wanted to act on it before now incase you made him uncomfortable or that you were wrong.

Though his reaction only made you more certain.

He took a few moments to collect himself, before trying to speak up again, though he didn't seem able to look you in the eyes.

"Do, uh- do you mean like- like in a, uh, a rom-uhm.."

"Romantic?"

You inquired softly, and to your delight he nodded, still not looking at you.

This wasn't exactly a side of him you saw often, since he would usually try and deny anything, but you were happy about it.

You moved to hold his face in your hands, though he still refused to look you in the eyes.

"If you want to. I'm not sure how you feel, since nobody but you can be certain about that, but I know I like you, and wouldn't mind smothering your face in kisses each day."

Your tone was playful, be genuine. You felt his face heat up even more, if that was even possible. He changed the direction of his gaze to look directly into your eyes, and you felt like you would get lost in the ocean his eyes had.

He leaned forward for another hug, and you grinned, barely taking a single second to process it before you were moving your hands to hug him back.

"I like ya too."

You grinned even brighter, squeezing him tighter. You didn't ever want to leave his embrace, and while you knew that you would have to face both his brothers and the world later, it would be a lot easier with him by your side.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon #mammon x reader #obey me devildom #obey me one shot #mamoney #om #devildom #mammon avatar of greed #obey me reader insert #reader insert #otome #rpg

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virtual-luvr · 4 years

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Cliffside Comfort

Pairing: Hak x Reader

Pronouns: request was female but i didn't even mention pronouns so-

Warnings: spoilers for yona of the dawn i guess? Also kind of angsty but fluffy ending

Description: both you and hak had some arguments which lead to things getting a bit different but things changed when you met Jaeha and he comforts you

Note: you and hak are married also this was requested by someone on wattpadd thank you for the request <3

The pitter patter of rain hitting the ground and the soft sound of wind whistling was the only thing heard outside. Until you heard sheets rustling and you open your eyes to Hak getting dressed, ready to leave

You stretch your hand out to him trying to grasp at the fabric on his back, "Don't go" you mutter

"Honey, I have to" he says with a sigh, looking back at you and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear

"Please, can't you stay just a little longer? The princess can wait" you say with a pout, knowing you wouldn't see him for a long time after he departs

He looks back at you giving you a small glare but softening his gaze after seeing your face

He crouches down beside the bed and stares at you, interlocking his hand with yours which was hanging off the bed

"You know I have to go honey, no exceptions"

"But-" before you could say anything else he cuts you off

"No buts, now go back to sleep" he says untangling your hands and stroking your face before giving you a small kiss on your forehead and going back to getting dressed.

You try not to show how upset you were and decided to roll onto the other side of the bed and hug haks pillow instead

Unknowingly to you hak gave you one last glance before going out, both of you knowing it was never easy when he had to go back

He always left for so long, not even a small letter every few months

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You had heard the news, you had heard of their banishment, you heard about everything that happened and you can't believe Hak hadn't looked for you until now.

And when you heard Hak was in fuuga you were pissed.

"Son Hak where have you BEEN" you say impatiently walking up to him almost stepping on other people clothes and your own

Hak looks back at you and nervously chuckles, "uhm (Y/N)-"

You punch his chest, not lightly may i add, and tightly hug him not letting go even when he tried to move away

"Don't even try you idiot"

"(Y/N)" he quietly mumbles into your hair, hugging you back tightly somehow everything hitting him all at once

Your little moment is interrupted by Yona and the others

"Is this (Y/N)?" You hear a voice say from behind you

You pull away from Hak and look back at the princess

Hak lightly chuckles and puts a hand around you shoulder, looking back at Yona, Kija, Yoon, and Shinah

"Yes"

After meeting all of them for the first time, even though Hak talked to you about Yona sometimes so you already knew quite a bit about her, Hak told you about his plans.

"Im going with you" you say, very confident in your answer

All of them looked back at you as if you were crazy

You hear a cluster of, "are you serious?"and "no its too dangerous" from all of them

"Im going with you and you cant change my mind. Please I can't just leave you alone again" you say directly to Hak and he sighs

He knew he wouldn't get out of this situation, and even though he knows you can protect yourself and fight for yourself he's still scared something could or might happen

Few days later and your packed and ready to start your journey with Hak

It went by smoothly for the most part but sometimes you did want to have some time with Hak but Yona just kept on insisting to be there too

And even though you think Yona is a pretty good person, it can get tiring from time to time to not be able to spend some time with your husband after him leaving for the castle all the time.

You did notice that Hak was getting very protective, not just with you but with Yona as well but never with the others

That wouldn't bother you if it weren't for the fact that everybody that you met at some markets thought Haks spouse was Yona and not you

He was always by her side no matter what and you wanted that too, was that too much? Maybe it's because he's her appointed knight or something but it still felt off

You didn't like getting these types of emotions so you told Hak about it thinking that could be a pretty good idea

It wasn't the best idea you've had

Both of you argued for a bit and after that he went to go be by Yona's side

It left you a bit on edge so the next day when Yona said something that didn't seem like the most nicest thing ever, you snapped

"It isn't that hard (Y/N) if you ill go ask Hak if he can help you"

"No thanks princess, i can do it myself and besides Hak seems to enjoy your company more then mine" and with that you stormed off.

You knew what you said wasn't the best and you were also ticked off. As much as you were still mad you made a mental note to say sorry later when you cooled off.

After that you try to talk to Hak and Yona and maybe clear up things but they both seem distance and you barely get to see them for a few days unless its when you're on the road again, the other two knew something was up but were too scared to ask about anything

As much small talk you try to do they both stay silent, it kind of made you feel embarrassed

Throughout the rest of the trip you keep your head down and just walk along side them all, not speaking a word

None of you did

Not until you got the green dragon that was

Throughout your search for him and going high and low to find him there were some times where you and Hak were alone, but Hak changed topics as soon as possible when you tried to say anything

He was only focused on keeping the gang protected and find the next dragon

You were now alone sitting right by a cliff looking down at the ocean, usually you'd be a little anxious to do something like this but at this point you just wanted some peace and quite

You huff and look up at the sky, sighing heavily you close your eyes.

You were so focused on getting some relaxation you didn't notice the footsteps behind you until someone grabs at your shoulder

You jump and look back at whoever it was, you smile when you notice its only Jaeha

"Jaeha hi, you can sit if you want" you say scooting to the side to give him some space

He sits beside you and tilts his head to one side, "something's troubling you, what is it?"

You were a little surprised he had noticed, maybe you weren't the best of an actor but you thought you were at least okay

He just keeps looking at you waiting for an answer, you defenetly weren't getting out of this one.

You sigh again and look back down at the ocean and ships bobbing up and down with the waves, that's when you decide to talk to him about everything

In the end he gives you suggestions on what you should do and you talked so much with him you didn't even notice how long you guys had talked for

By the end of your conversation you were genuinely smiling again, something you had done in quite a long time

Suddenly you hear a voice behind you, "lets get back to camp we have to leave in the morning"

You look back and you see Hak, he seems off though. You groan and your smile drops a little at the thought of going back to camp and being ignored again

Jaeha notices your behavior and smiles, he gets up and opens his hand for you to take, you grab his hand and try to steady yourself when you get up

When you look back up Hak is no where to be seen and Jaeha just smiles at you his grasp on your hand loosens and his hand drops to be at his waist

"Come on lets get going, ill stay at the camp with you for a while" he says

You both got back to camp and kept on chatting, unknowingly to you there was a certain someone staring at both of you watching how you and Jaeha had such good conversations while he could barely talk to you anymore

And while you hadn't known Jaeha for long, he was like a brother to you at this point, Hak didn't see it that way though

He thought Jaeha liked you, and even though he knew you guys were both married he was scared something could happen

So he made it his duty to get you back into his arms and not Jaehas

The next morning you wake up to a smiling Hak right in front of you, you're so shocked you both bump foreheads

Letting out a small 'ouch' you look back at Hak

"Why are you waking me up so early?"

"I wanted to talk to you"

That made you a little uneasy and on edge but you still decided to let him talk

"Okay, what is it?"

He looks down and fiddles a bit with his clothes before looking back up at you

"Im sorry for fighting with you, i miss you, and I know both of our actions weren't the best. But either way I shouldn't have ignored you and we both shouldn't have acted the way we did. I love you, and I married you for a reason. You are the person I love and no one can change that"

His words made you tear up a little, if it weren't for the tears blurring your face you would have noticed that Hak was tearing up to. There weren't many times where you had seen him this vulnerable.

Even though you felt like crying just a tiny bit you had to compose yourself and apologize too

"Im sorry too and I know my actions weren't the best either. Ill make sure to say sorry to Yona when I see her but for now i want to say sorry to you"

He looks back at you a little surprised, its as if he wasn't expecting you to accept his apology

Hearing your words he felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest

After looking at each other for a second you both get big smiles on your face and hug each other as tightly as possible, almost falling back

After hugging for who knows how long you pull away and he looks at you as if asking for permission to kiss you

"We're married, go ahead" you say smiling even more

And without any other words he does kiss you

Letting out a happy sigh you let your husband give you small nudge towards the ground, both of you smiling and giving each other some much needed love that you both missed.

[1962 words; july/26/2020]

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reeesea · 4 years

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Something Sweet: Part One

~the sweetest drink on the menu~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: just minsung, han jisung/lee minho

warnings: mild language (like barely)

words: 3.5k (2k too many ngl)

summary: Minho is working his usual shift at Seoul's most expensive high end restaurant, when a trio of new-comers arrive and by the end of Minho’s tedious night he’s plus one additional phone number.

a/n: To be honest this is the first thing I’ve ever written and actually posted. SO please accept this minsung one-shot that just came out of wanting more waiter Minho in my life. anyway if you read it and like it let me know, and maybe ill write more of it. In my head it has at least a few more chapters of non-plot where the other boys show up <3

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It had only been an hour since the dinner rush started and Minho was already counting the minutes until he could collect his tips and go home. Sure, he could think of countless more exhausting jobs compared to being a waiter at Menu 98 (an upscale restaurant in a part of town he most definitely did not live in), but today just hit different. He never had to do much more than just put on his Customer Server Smile ™, not mess up the orders, pour the wine without spilling, and recommend the highest priced appetizer if asked. Pretty simple stuff. Nothing too draining, but still the exhaustion set in, probably due to spending 2 more hours in the dance studio than he should’ve the previous day.

His feet were paying for those additional long hours trying to perfect choreo by making each minute of his shift more painful than the last. Even so, working at the ever popular restaurant paid for the daily discomfort that Minho may have felt from his blistered feet. The restaurant was a well known hot spot for anyone with enough money to casually spend the equivalent of three of Minho's paychecks on a meal. CEOs and their business partners along with idols and some lesser known celebrities made up most of their usual clientele on a casual Friday night like this one. The customers always came in waves on Friday evenings, parties of usually 4 or more coming in to celebrate some successful business venture that took place during the week. Great for Minho really, because that meant usually more wine, more appetizers, larger meals, and larger checks, which means bigger tips. His bank account really needed these Fridays especially if he was gong to keep saving up to finally pursue his dream.

A new party of six was just assigned to Minho’s section. Trademarked smile: on, Feet: still aching, Hours until close: at least another three. It looked like tonight it was going to be a long ass night.

An hour or so passed before Minho was able to get some form of rest from being out on the floor. Minho leaned his body weight against the wall near the back of the dining room, appreciating the brief calm before the night crowd started to roll in. Thoughts of the dance he was trying to choreograph flashed through his head. He hoped that the movements he’d chosen would be able to convey the emotions of the song he had in mind. The thought of asking Hyunjin to watch his performance briefly popped in his head, but before he could consider it further the hostess was calling his name.

“Minho! There's a new table for you in section three.” Minho moved from his comfortable position against the wall and went through his checklist; Apron? Flattened. Backup pens? Check. Hair gently moved out of his face to perfectly frame it? Check. Lastly, Polite customer service smile? Obviously.

The three boys at the table were definitely new customers to the restaurant. Minho observed that the three of them appeared to be blissfully unaware of the de facto business casual to fully formal dress code that the other patrons in the restaurant followed. The Trio seemed to sport the street style that you would see in the popular clubs not only a block away. Two of them clothed in almost all black outfits while the third wore a bright pink colored hoodie under his jean jacket.

“Hyung, I still can’t believe we did it! The crowd was huge, I mean after going on stage I don't even remember anything. I might have blacked out. Holy shit did I actually black out….” Pink hoodie seemed pretty animated about whatever the reason was for their meal out. Maybe a little too animated, as other tables glazed bitterly toward the source of their evening’s disruption.

Before approaching he considered the possibility that these boys being idols was likely, but Minho still found it odd for multiple reasons. He didn't recognize them at all as idols, which he was usually pretty good at keeping up with, and when idols did casually come in it was more likely to be on a weekday for an early dinner and not a late Friday night after the dinner rush. Nonetheless, with his perfect waiter image on, he walks over to the table never showing his curiosity.

“Good evening gentlemen, My name is Minho, and I’ll be serving you tonight. Is there anything I can get you to drink before your starters?” His script rolled politely off his tongue like it had the whole night. All complete with a slight smile and arms perfectly placed behind him, as carefully and as naturally as a doll whose been posed in the same position for the past six hours.

The wide set, somewhat brooding boy has already decided after glancing at the drink menu, “yeah I'll order a bottle of the house red for the table,” glancing up at Minho from beneath his black cap. Minho swiftly wrote down the order, and moved his glance over to the next boy at the table.

“Hyung, you're the only one of us who chooses to drink wine voluntarily,” Pink hoodie spoke up, seemingly upset about the prospect of drinking bitter fruit water.

“Jisung, you're just saying that because you can't handle anything that you can actually taste the alcohol in. I'll drink whatever Bin gets,” the handsome curly haired blonde mentions, glancing at the soft hoodied boy next to him with a look that reminds Minho of a disappointed father. Minho actively fights off the smirk that is wanting to form on his lips.

“WHAT that's not true, THAT ONE TIME I drank an entire bottle of-”

“Fine, fine just stop yelling. You’re gonna get us kicked out before we even get to eat” Mr. Black cap glances up at Minho again, but with a more apologetic look. “Add on an order of the fruitiest and sweetest drink you serve still with alcohol in it, for the small squirrel boy.” That last part came with a smirk from the dark haired speaker and a glare from from the ‘squirrel boy’ to his left.

Minho had trouble keeping the smirk from forming this time. And maybe his perfect image faltered for a second, but he was quick to recover, and confirmed their orders with a straight face and a promise to return with water as he left to give them time to select from the menu.

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“Great now our waiter thinks I'm a whiny baby who looks like a squirrel. Wow, thanks Changbin-hyung.” Jisung grumbles and pinches his cheeks that cursed him with the rodent nickname.

“Good, at least he won’t be fooled into thinking you're anything but the truth”

“Yah! WHa-”

“Hey settle down you guys, lets try not to get kicked out please. Binnie recommended the food here, and I would very much like to eat it before we are politely asked to leave”

Jisung grumbles something inaudible at Chan’s request, and Changbin can't help but respond with a smirk at getting to see the younger be told off.

“Also we're supposed to be celebrating selling out our show so lets do that, yeah? First show 3racha single handedly sold out! WE did that!”

All three of them get proud smiles after that, and the bickering is left forgotten as the three recount the night, even though they had lived it together

“Not gonna lie, I think our Binnie stole the show tonight. You were on fire tonight man.” Chan said proudly, receiving a thankful smile from the younger boy, who had become shy and bashful at the praise.

“Though, Chan-hyung your rap was so charismatic tonight, you almost made that girl in front faint when you winked at her, the whole audience fucking lost it” Jisung had switched from literally yelling to just a whisper shout for emphasis.

“Hahaha, yeah I can't even believe that happened. Man, today’s energy was just different.” The smile on Chan’s face was blinding, as usual. “Hopefully we can get to play even bigger venues soon. I could get used to this...” Chan mused, seemingly already focused on the future plans of 3racha.

“Yeah, those paydays would be real nice right about now.”

“Bin-hyung, what are you talking about, you’re literally loaded. Plus since you got that producing job, we can actually pay the rent on the apartment you parents let us stay in '' Jisungs pretty thankful for all the support Changbins parents had given them, while the three of them worked toward their collective dream to make and perform music. But he thinks they all can agree that finally being able to use their own money to live instead of just relying on handouts and the kindness of friends or family to help keep them from becoming starved or homeless, is a new kind of satisfying that Jisung hadn’t considered before. Just look at them now, at one of the nicest (and most expensive) restaurants in Seoul, fighting over drinks and having a meal that would hopefully be the first of many celebrations for their groups accomplishments. The trio could all agree that the financial stress has been one of their greatest worries, and that beginning to escape it has been all kinds of relieving.

Before any of the boys could respond to Jisung’s comment, Minho had returned with three glasses of water, three glasses for wine, and a bottle of wine all balanced perfectly on a tray perched on the palm of his hand. Jisung had to admit it was impressive how he had managed to balance all of the glassware and liquids without losing balance, and while moving with more grace and agility than he would expect from your average waiter.

Before Jisung had even returned from his thoughts, three glasses of water and the expertly poured wine glasses, all set delicately without a single drop spilled, were identically placed in front of each of them. Graceful may have been an understatement.

“Have you decided what you would like to have tonight, gentlemen?” Their waiter Minho said, all with a gentle expression on his face.

No, the answer was no, but before Jisung could respond, Changbin had already ordered the pricey steak to go with his wine. Soon after, Chan ordered the surf and turf dish that had a stupidly complicated name that Jisung couldn’t pronounce. Jisung hadn’t even remembered them even looking at the menu, or maybe it was just him who had yet to even glanced at it. Details.

“Uhhhhh…” Jisung searched hopelessly over the menu and then at his friends, who stared blankly back at him, then back to the menu again. This was a regular occurrence when the three decided to go out and eat, when they weren’t holding themselves in their apartment for weeks at a time. Still, Jisung always ended up hopelessly unprepared to successfully order without awkward pauses and at least three consecutive strings of ‘hmm’s and ‘uhhh’s. And so,

“Hmmmmm…. I think.. Uhh…. maybe…” nothing was popping out at him, and Jisung was pretty sure at this point that he had forgotten how to read. “Ya know what, surprise me,” he decided this was the best response he could come up with.

“Surprise you?” Minho looked just as confused as Jisung felt.

“Yeah, is that an option? If not, I'm this close to just closing my eyes and pointing.” He says while dramatically closing his eyes and waving his finger over the menu. Once again Jisung was hopeless.

He hears a soft chuckle and opens his eyes just in time to catch their waiter’s lips curl in a sweet smile that makes his eyes turn into crescents. It lasts barely a second, before his face returns to his neutral customer service expression. But Jisung decides he really likes that smile, and a part of him is sad to see it retreat so soon.

“Well in that case, I can do the blind pointing for you, but I personally recommend the seasonally prepared local beef served on house baked brioche, that comes with garlic and parsley potato wedges. Does that sound alright?” Jisung felt he had said it faster and with more details just to confuse him.

Jisung stares at him blankly in response, and he's pretty sure four whole seconds pass in silence before the Pretty Waiter ™ follows up, an ever so slight smirk on his lips, “it's pretty much a really good local burger with homemade fries, I think it would be something you would enjoy.”

Jisung grins at that, “Oh! Yeah that does sound good...Thank you! I will have that.” For some reason he really likes the idea that their waiter chose something off the menu that was specially meant for him. Not that he wouldn't like all the nicer and fancier dishes they serve here with small plates with dry ice fog, but a part of him was more content in getting a dinner that didn't require him to question whether or not something on his plate was even edible. And the happy curiosity definitely had nothing to do with the way their waiter’s eyes sparkled when he talked or the barely-there smirk that Jisung just caught sight of.

“Alright then, I’ll put in these orders. Oh! And then I'll be right back with your speciality fruit drink,” He says that last part with a slightly more upbeat tone, resulting in another smirk to appear on Changbin’s face and a groan from a slightly embarrassed Jisung.

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Minho surprised himself.

On any given day of work at Menu 98, he deathly avoids having to do anything more than the regular polite small talk. But for some reason, tonight he couldn’t stop himself from playing along with the antics of the cute boy at his table. The three boys were entertaining, and maybe he could blame the exhaustion and the numb pain in his heels, but the comical distraction was welcomed by Minho. He didn't even realize just how much he had been looking for a distraction from the long shift until it was staring right at him with big shiny eyes and a cute round face. Minho hurried back to enter in their orders, including his suggestion for the squirrel looking boy.

Minho wasn’t going to deny that the flustered boy at the table was cute, he was pretty aware how attractive all three the boys were when he took their orders. He had thought they were idols originally, so in Minho’s mind it made sense. Still, the waiter still felt something about the three was too unique to be categorized as just idols or trainees. As much as it may have piqued his curiosity though, Minho still got paid for his service not for his interests in customers, so he brushed it off almost as soon as it appeared.

The rest of the evening, Minho tended to all four of his assigned tables with his usual perfect server act and minimal small talk. When it came to the three somewhat boisterous customers in the corner table, Minho may or may not have allowed himself to subtly laugh at their arguments and antics. The dynamic of the three boys was slowly becoming the highlight of his late night shift. Each of their personalities greatly contrasted and amplified the other, making way for animated and comical exchanges and arguments between them.

When Minho had returned with a Strawberry daiquiri for the boy in pink, a chorus of giggles could be heard from the other two boys, while the other happily accepted the drink in substitute for the untouched glass of wine in front of him. Upon drinking it, the cute boy's eyes somehow widened further and shined more than Minho thought was possible. He flashed his heart-shaped smile as he thanked Minho for the drink.

Minho nodded in return, and internally decided that Heart-shaped smiles were his new favorite.

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Jisung had been hyper since the show, and the energy was now focused on a new mission to see the pretty smile of their waiter again. Granted, he didn't have to try that much harder to gain the attention of the pretty waiter, being the loud and excitable person naturally he was. Every small grin that Jisung was able to pull out from under the other boy’s infuriatingly polite facade, was a major win in his book.

Chan, Changbin, and Jisung celebrated further by enjoying the food, which was all phenomenal, and discussing their next gig the coming week. The best way to celebrate one performance is to look towards the next, or someother random bullshit Changbin had said after a couple more glasses of wine.

Overall the night was a celebration of all of the dedication and hours they had put into their music, as well as their grind to perform and grow a somewhat sizable following. They were all high on the potential of finally getting to realize their dreams and reach their goals as a group, something none of them actually thought they would get to do together. The overwhelming happiness of the night easily made it one of Jisung's new favorite memories.

As the boys were finishing off their third--or forth--drink (Jisung definitely had another one of the strawberry drinks Minho had brought him), after dinner and figuring out their checks, Jisung felt a surge of boldness. Mostly due to having a few drinks in his system, and the slight infatuation he had with the pretty waiter's smile, Jisung decided ‘whats the worst thing that could happen? Rejection? lmao’ and wrote down his name and number on his receipt in hopes that Minho would actually read it, or maybe even contact him. Maybe.

It was a shot in the dark, but Jisung had been feeling a little high on life, and felt like he couldn’t leave without at least shooting his shot. Jisung and the other members of 3racha got up to leave, and Jisung searched out the waiter. He wasn’t able to see him in the mostly empty dining room now, but a hopeful part of him felt that he would see him again, leaving the restaurant with his arms around his members already bickering about who would get to shower first after their long night.

“I'm just saying, Chan-hyung I know for a fact that you’re not even going to make it to the front door before passing out, so I call dibs. And Jisung, I’m older than you so I get veto power over your rights and decisions as your hyung.”

Jisung was about to grumble in response but something about how Changbin’s smile was so carefree left him feeling like he deserved this victory. Changbin was definitely a little tipsy, but seeing his hyung so happy after such a rough week made Jisung glad to do anything to keep that smile there.

“Fine, fine hyung but you have to help me carry Chan-hyung up stairs when he inevitable falls asleep on me in the cab”

“I don't know what youre talking about,” Chan replies, already yawning, while climbing into the cab.

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Minho was picking up the receipts from his tables when one of them caught his eye.

Hey, I’m Han Jisung ^~^ (the cute one in the pink hoodie!)

Thanks for your suggestions, best waiter ever!!!

I think your smile is beautiful, Maybe I’ll get to see it again sometime?

555-XXX-XXXX

Minho couldn't help but smile to himself. He’d been hit on occasionally by customers and has been given countless numbers, which usually don't make it much farther than the trash, but something about the innocence of the note and cuteness of the boy made him actually consider keeping it.

He scoffed to himself after a second of considering it. As cute as the boy was, and as sweet as the note was, Minho didn’t have time or energy to have another added person in his life. No matter romantically or platonically, new relationships were on his ‘things to stay away from if you ever wanna make it into the dance academy’ list. He already barely ever saw his roommates, and if they weren't all in the same dance troupe, they probably wouldn't talk much. All of their time was spent working and practicing, and he and his roommates only had enough energy and free time to spend a meal or two together on the weekends. There just wasn’t any more time for anything extra, no matter how nice the idea may sound.

He was about to give the little message the same treatment as the others as he cleaned up for the night, but a part of him couldn't bring himself to throw it away, and discreetly pocketed it instead out of instinct. Out of sight and out of mind as far as Minho was concerned.

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thank you if you read this far <3

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

#stray kids #skz #minsung #stray kids fic #skz fic #han jisung #lee minho #lee know #I love my sons #gods menu #restaurant au

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darkagcs · 4 years

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💀 * [ benjamin wadsworth + cismale + he/him ] —— have you met oliver garcia-moreau? they are a twenty-two year old junior currently studying history. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this gemini is adaptable + intelligent, as well as neurotic + insincere. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. switching languages mid-conversation. piles of half-read books. cigarettes held between trembling fingers.

well this took fucking forever but HEY GUYS!!!!! admin dana here to with her idiot genius child, oliver.

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

(tw: somewhat detailed emotional abuse, brief reference to physical abuse)

if you ask oliver where he’s from, he’ll basically short-circuit. born in serbia (in the good ol’ days of FR yugoslavia) to a mexican-french couple, and with a childhood spent moving all around the world thanks to his mom’s job as a diplomat, he doesn’t really have much sense of cultural identity.

on paper, being a diplobrat was pretty cool; by the time oliver hit puberty he was fluent in four languages, proficient in a couple more, and had already seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime. not only that, but he lived only in the nicest houses, got the best education and was driven around in fancy cars, all expenses covered.

still, there were some downsides. some are obvious, like having to say goodbye to your friends and basically restarting your life every three years. others most people don’t think about, like how stressful it can be for a seven-year-old to attend political events where he’s required to behave perfectly or face the consequences.

no matter how many times his mother harshly told him to just suck it up and power through, oliver always panicked before attending any event of that sort, both because of how overwhelming being around so many people could be but also out of fear he’d screw up and make his mother angry — which he always found a way to do. still, with time (and his mother’s scoldings and slaps and pinches) he learned: he was not to speak his mind; when asked how he was doing, he was supposed to lie and say he was doing great, sir, thank you. he was to speak only when spoken to, and his interests — especially the most eccentric ones — were to be kept to himself.

as time went by, he mastered the art of socialising. he learned how to read any room, to charm anyone, to talk his way out of anything. he learned what people wanted to hear and how to say it. but most importantly, he learned how to hide his real self. he crafted a mask of perfection, presenting himself as the princely, polite young man his mother demanded he’d be — but still not one good enough to satisfy her.

she controlled every aspect of his life. if she didn’t like a friend he’d made, she’d forbid him from seeing them again. if she didn’t like a book he was reading, she’d make a show of tearing it to shreds. if he didn’t behave as immaculately as she wanted him to, she’d lock him in his room without dinner. but she always justified her own behavior. “you must learn how important image is,” she’d tell him. he’s still trying to unlearn these teachings.

for years his life was nothing but this cycle; moving to a new country, creating a new persona to match it, making some friends, saying goodbye, rinse and repeat. it was both tedious and exciting, and oliver hated it even if he’s grateful for so much of it.

he’d only been to the united states a couple of times before he decided to go to college there. there was something about america that just seemed normal. he applied to holloway on a whim; getting into college really isn’t that hard when you’re a rich polyglot with recommendation letters from world leaders. what is hard, as it turns out, is living life on your own when you’ve never had to do anything for yourself, and never got to decide what your next move is going to be. not only that, but being on his own has made him realise he doesn’t really have any idea who he is or what he wants.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

always proper and polite.

very persuasive, especially when it comes to authority figures.

great at reading people but only as long as he’s not emotionally involved, at which point he overthinks every little thing and is unable to get a clear image of what’s going on.

comes across as confident, but is insanely insecure with major imposter syndrome.

can come across as a pretentious asshole, not realising how privileged he is and far removed from most people’s reality his life has been.

at his core, a big nerd who’s incredibly passionate about his interests (especially history) but only lets that side of himself show with select few people.

king of overthinking. his thoughts’ thoughts have thoughts.

desperate for a purpose and/or direction. wants to make life count for something. feels completely lost and has no clue at all about what to do with his life.

acts like an extrovert because he’s been conditioned to do so, but is really more of an introvert and rarely shares his real feelings so he’s like an open book where 80% of the words have been censored out and another 10% is in a dead language.

actually pretty easy to get into his bed, though his princely vibe might make it seem otherwise. desperately craves human connection/doesn’t get attached easily/is afraid of commitment so really he’s more than fine with casual sex (though he’s the type to make them both coffee the morning after or leave a note for the other person instead of just leaving without a word).

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

(tw: illness?) partially deaf on right year from a bad case of meningitis when he was 13 that also left him with a slight limp. he absolutely hates it, despite it being nearly imperceptible.

learned spanish and french simultaneously while growing up, but feels more comfortable with spanish than any other language and usually speaks it when talking to himself. if he’s around other spanish or french speakers he might switch language for a few words in the middle of the sentence.

so much anxiety!!!!!!!!!!

really bad insomnia.

straight-A student now that he’s in college and studying something he’s truly passionate about, but was actually not very good in high school and mainly got accepted into holloway because of his background.

so bi it hurts.

mom friend energy. if he’s truly your friend, he’ll make sure you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself.

has superficial knowledge on an incredible amount of different subjects.

addicted to caffeine.

weed turns him into a conspiracy theorist.

an absolute mess. can’t handle the most basic house chores. won’t remember to do laundry until he’s down to his last shirt, changing the bed sheets takes him hours, can’t even boil water.

fascinated by old stuff and doesn’t care much for technology. barely even uses his phone. has auto caps on and texts like a grandpa in general.

awful driver with an awful-ler sense of direction.

actually not as rich as he sounds?? like he has money, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like... yacht-owning levels of wealth. his family mostly just led a luxurious life without having to pay anything for it thanks to his mom’s job, so he finds money to be a confusing concept.

have you read the raven cycle? because not to be super embarrassing but a certain dick gansey might give u a sense of what im going for here. (also sprinkle some amy santiago in there)

HERE is here connection page, HERE is his pinterest board and HERE are some stats.

#holloway.intro #01. *･ﾟ∙ * the head is too wise; the heart is all fire / oliver.

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hugging-jjba-characters · 4 years

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i absolutely LOVE the way you write!!! your vibe? immaculate *chefs kiss* anyways, what are your thoughts/headcanons on first kiss with the jojos 1-6? i haven’t read parts 7 or 8 yet oops ):

y’all are too nice 🥺

Seriously, my vibes are wack af in real life. and I’m sO sorry I took over a day to get to this and it’s really bad bc I couldn't focus well but,,, this is what I could do. I tried to write a lot to make up for the quality and time it took but ._.

(cut for length)

Jonathan

Your first kiss with Jonathan would be something very sweet and romantic of course

Maybe y’all’s first date is like a picnic in some flower field

And it's the nicest thing you’ve ever done with someone

You’ve both finished your food, so now you’re just sitting on the blanket, vaguely cloud-gazing and talking about various things

Jonathan looks at you with the most loving eyes

When you look into them, it's like you’re looking into a deep ocean. They’re full of such strong emotion, you feel as though you’re going to get lost in their tides, but you can’t help to get closer

So you do get closer

And they get closer to you

Until both of your eyes flutter closed and your lips meet for the first time

Jonathan’s lips are soft and cautious. This is his first kiss too and he doesn’t want to mess it up for either of you

Because of that, it's also a short kiss

Shorter than you were really hoping for

When your lips separate and you pull back to look at eachother, Jonathan is all blushy and shy. You can tell he isn’t sure what to do from there

He knows all there is about being gentlemanly, but he can’t quite say the same about first kisses. It’s not exactly something his father or tutors felt the need to teach him about

You’re not 100% on what you’re supposed to do either

So instead you do what you want to

Which is bring him back into another kiss with a hand on his cheek

This one is a little more long-lived

Jonathan gets a bit more used to the feeling of your lips sliding together

He’s a quick learner

But I mean… a little more practice never hurt anyone right?

Joseph

Okay so we all agree that Joseph’s a dumbass, and that extends to relationship stuff, yeah?

He would first kiss you while doing something dumb like...

You know the spaghetti scene from Lady and The Tramp?

It's that. With squid ink pasta. You can’t change my mind.

You’re sharing because he really wanted you to try this stuff, ever since he first had it he’s loved it, surprisingly

You both take a forkful of noodles and…

Oh no, it looks like they’re the same noodle, whatever will happennnn?

Yeah, you kiss

It’s kind of a quick peck, but you feel your cheeks heating up immeasurably as you avoid eye contact with him

Joseph looks pretty happy with himself

“Hey, if you wanted to kiss me so badly you could just say it!”

(Your next line is, ‘you’re so dumb, Joseph!’)

Joseph chuckles and grabs your chin

“But let's try it for real this time, eh?”

You both close your eyes and lean in

Joseph is a pretty passionate kisser. You can feel all his jokes and sarcasm melt away during the kiss in favor of showing you his love

It’s probably one of the longer first kisses; neither of you want to pull away from it

But you are in public

And you really don’t wanna get kicked out, this restaurant has great food

So eventually you both lean back

Joseph bites down on your lower lip in the process

You ask for the rest of your meal to be put in boxes, lips buzzing and hearts fluttering in excitement

Joseph is just a good kisser :)

Jotaro

I almost feel like you would have to be the one to kiss Jotaro first

He’s just too shy ‘cool’ to make that first move, ya know?

Take him to the beach

While he’s marveling at tide pools and the little creatures within them, steal his hat

When he looks up at you to snatch it back, give him a peck on the lips

He’ll immediately flush and go to bring his hat over his eyes, before realizing that you’re still holding it

Laugh at him. This is like torture for the poor boy

Watch him struggle until he decides to just turn around in an attempt to hide his red face and still appear suave

“Yare yare daze...”

His voice sounds weird

Never let him live this down

And don’t let him just brush you off and walk away

Make him turn back around so you can give him a proper kiss and plop his hat back on

His lips are the slightest bit rough bc he refuses to use chapstick unless you make him

Jotaro is awkward as all hell, so please continue to take the lead here

Once he’s used to your hands on his jacket lapel and your tongue dancing with his, he’s a brilliant kisser

He’s just gotta get over his nerves real quick and then he’ll give you the most passionate kisses ever

Josuke

You’re playing video games on Josuke’s couch, one of your favorite activities

You’ve been dating for a few weeks now, still just getting used to the feeling of calling eachother your partner

It’s not like Josuke’s scared to kiss you, he just… doesn’t know how to go about it

But then you guys finally beat the last boss, the one that you’ve spent weeks preparing for and dying over and over against

And you’re both just so happy

Josuke looks over at you with stars in his eyes

He’s such a dork

You think he’s just gonna pull you into a hug

But then he put both hands on your cheeks and brings your lips together

It starts out as a quick expression of his glee, but then Josuke can’t make himself pull away (neither can you)

It turns into a smooth makeout session, with Josuke’s hands moving to your hips and yours around his neck

When Josuke moves back, he looks stunned

Andddd then he looks embarrassed

“Uh-sorry, heh, I didn;t mean for that to happen.”

His arm goes to scratch the back of his neck

“I wasn’t complaining.”

Josuke’s blush deepens

“Oh.”

“Would you wanna… do it again then?”

You agree obviously

The video game is quickly forgotten about

Giorno

Giorno would try to plan for your first kiss, to make it something cute and romantic bc he doesn’t wanna let you down

But then you go on a mission

It's dangerous

If it weren’t for Giorno, you might not have made it out alive

As soon as the enemies are taken care of and the two of you are somewhere safe, Giorno’s healing your wounds with tears in his eyes

You try to tell him it's okay, you’re fine, you’re still here

He sets his jaw and focuses on using his stand on you

Once you’ve finished bleeding and the scrapes on your skin are basically gone, Giorno brings you into a tight hug

“I almost lost you,” is whispered into your shoulder

“You didn’t. I would have been fine either way.”

“You don’t know that.”

Giorno’s lost a lot of friends

He doesn’t wanna lose the one he cares about most

He pulls his face away from your neck

His face is a gut-wrenching mixture of grief, anger, and desperation

He presses his lips to yours in a bittersweet first kiss

You can feel the tears on his cheeks transferring to yours

The kiss is gentle, yet emotional

Giorno’s lips are soft like the hands that come up to cradle your face

When he pulls away, he rests your foreheads together

“I care about you, okay?”

It’s not the candlelit dinner he wanted it to be, but you think it’s plenty sentimental and memorable.

Jolyne

Jolyne would probably kiss you before you even start dating, as her way of telling you she likes you

You’re at her house for a sleepover

It’s like 2am and neither of you are tired, but you don’t know what to do

So you're just laying on your backs in her room, talking about everything and nothing

“Hey.” She grabs your attention

“Have you ever… Kissed anyone?”

You look over at her. She looks confused about something

“No… But I’ve wanted to. You?”

“Same. Sometimes I just, get this urge, ya know? To-to kiss someone, and I don’t even know why. It just pops up.”

“Ar-have you ever… gotten that urge around me?”

It felt like a stupid question. You’re just friends, why would she feel that towards you?

“Honestly? Yeah.”

Jolyne rolled over onto her side and continued talking

“There are times--kind of like right now--where, I dunno, everything in my body just screams for me to kiss you. Uh-I-I’m sorry that's probably really weird isn’t it? I--”

You interrupt her by putting your lips on hers

Jolyne stalls for a second before kissing you back and bringing a hand to your hip

Her lips are nice. They taste like the gloss you helped her apply earlier when you were messing around with makeup

Like fruit and really cheap glitter (does glitter have a taste?)

The kiss lasts as long as you can go without oxygen, starting out slow and gradually intensifying

You pull away to gasp in a couple of breaths

You can barely see Jolyne in the darkness of her room, but you can tell that her eyes are lidded and her oh-so-pretty lips pulled into a smile

“Can-can we do that again?”

You eagerly agree

And if the two of you fall asleep tangled together after your heavier kisses slowly turn soft again, who's to say?

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The calling chapter 2

Warnings/notes: some horror movie elements. Light flirting. This is turning out to be way more tame from what I have been writing so far. I am part way through writing Ch 3 which will be with Tom Holland in a 60s theme scene. Special quick appearance by Tom and Sebastian in this Chapter but mostly Bill.

ch 1 ch 3 ch 4

You load into a transport van and head to set. When you get out you look around to see all the equipment setup. Then your eyes see Bill Skarsgard dabbing at what looks like his bloody hands. You quickly look away as your heart does a conga in your chest.

“Who’s not afraid or squeamish around blood?” The P.A. asked.

You try not to sound as excited as some others, “I’m good with it. I’ve been covered with fake dirt before so fake blood shouldn’t be much worse.”

Others are jumping up and down saying, “I would do anything.” And “I love blood.” “pick me.”

The P.A.’s walkie goes off. He looks to you, “The director wants you to see Rick over in the green tent. He will get you ready to film and show you where to go and what to do. As for the rest of you back to holding for a bit longer. They are not ready to shoot outside the set yet.”

You go to the green tent. There are about seven people inside. You look around before you said, “I’m looking for Rick?”

A tall dark-haired man, maybe about 6ft 2in., with a beer belly and beard walks over to you. “I’m Rick. You’re our victim today?”

“I guess I am,” You laugh.

“Alright then.” He smiled. “Just sit right down in here.” He showed you to a seat in front of what looked like a make-up chair. “What I am going to do is dabble a bit of blood type mixture on your hair and face. Not too much because we need to wash it off after this scene to shoot the scene before it. Then I will take you over to where the scene will be. Do you have any acrobatic training?”

“No, I don’t,” You said nervously. “Don’t be nervous. They are just going to tie you up and make it look like you are hanging from a meat hook.”

“Sounds like loads of fun,” You smile as he starts putting the blood on you.

He keeps talking to everyone as he is working, “This actor is one of the best I’ve seen in a while. He is in it when he is filming. Mean and evil as fuck...Oh sorry Miss.”

“I’m fine,” You said keeping a polite smile. “so, I will probably really be scared of him?”

“Only why he is filming,” Rick said. “Between takes his personality completely changes. The nicest guy you could ever get to talk to. It’s like he can switch it on and off. It was a pleasure putting his look together. You will be fine Miss.” He looks at how you look. “I think this will work. Now I’ll take you inside the set.”

You get inside the building. Its colder and you assume fake racks of meat hang in a row. One empty hanger in the middle. Two guys and a woman walk over to you and Rick.

“Hello, my name is Liz,” The woman said. “This is Charlie and Sasha. We will be hooking you up to a pully system to hold you on the hook. We will make you as comfortable as possible. A gag will be around you that can be taken out between takes. You just react in the first take and we will go from there.”

“Sure,” you said in a high-pitched way meaning, I have no clue what I got myself into now and I’m not sure at all I will be able to do this.

They attach straps around your waist, under your arms and between your legs. Then attached pullies on the straps. Then put a green slip over everything so they can add some kind of CGI later.

“You ready to fly?” Sasha said.

Again, you said, “sure.”

They hoist you up and put the real looking plastic hook through the green material. The gag was placed in your mouth. Hands tied behind your back.

“When the director says action just be scared however you see fit for the first take.,” Charlie said. “Just when you feel something slide up your body your dead.”

You nod. Bill steps in the room. Your heart pounds ready to give this all you got. You bite down on the cloth gag. Several people surround Bill talking to him and touching up his look. He glances at you. Eyes scanning you. No emotion on his face. You hear someone say, “fresh meat.” Bill chuckles and glances at the papers he is holding. He hands them off. Cracks his neck. His back towards you.

“Quiet on set,” the A.D. calls.

“Action,” You hear from farther away.

You start to struggle with your hands. As Bill as his character walks into your eye frame you scream, eyes wide a wicked sexy smirk on his. His eyes narrow on yours. You feel his warm breath.

“I’m going to make things right.” He growls.

Tears slink down your face from the lights beating down on the scene. Your heart beats out of your chest. It’s exhilarating. You feel the point of something pushing on your sternum pulling downward. You struggle a second more and stop hanging your head down, eyes wide in horror.

The director yells, “CUT!”

Bill takes the gag out of your mouth when you look up, “You alright?”

“Hell, that was insane.” You took a deep breath, let it out quickly. “I’m sorry, are you alright?”

He chuckles, “Always, ready to do it again?”

You nod yes and he puts the gag back on you seconds before the A.D. said, “Places.”

You started to sweat more with each take with the heat of the lights and the menacing heat coming off Bill when he came up to carve you. Once you laughed as he hit a ticklish spot. When you could talk you apologized to him.

“Sorry about that.” You said. “You hit a ticklish spot.”

“I’ll be more fucking careful,” Bill snapped as he paced back and forth in front of you. He stopped, looked at you and blinked. “Uh what did you say exactly?”

“Not important Bill,” You smiled. “Your doing great. Scary as Hell.”

He blushes, “Thanks um sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

You tell him your name. The scene is shot about a dozen more times with different camera angles before they call lunch. With your stomach gurgling you are glad. A transport takes you back to holding. You and the others wait until the crew gets their food before its your turn at the pasta bar. Fettuccini, spiral or spaghetti pastas with alfredo, meat sauce or marinara with salad and bread sticks were served buffet style.

You sit back with your friends. Chat about what you got to do a little without sounding to excited about it which is nearly impossible. You really wanted to say, you always dreamed of Bill having you tied up in a similar way but not to kill you, but you kept that your dirty little secret.

When you checked your phone there was information about tomorrows call time and what to wear. Bell bottom jeans if you had them. Or long flowy skirt. Peasant top, t-shirt or tank top. Some photos of 60s styles were attached to look at along with address and where to park.

After lunch the whole group went to set in two shuttles. When you were separated into several groups to be walking in different directions through town. You and your friend Katie were put together for the scene.

“We need you two girls to cross here when Action is called,” The P.A. told you both. “When you see Bill’s Character just giggle because you think he is the handsomest man in town.”

“Because he is,” Katie said. You both giggled for real.

“Just like that girls,” He said.

Well, this was going to be easy.

You took your places. When action was called you walked. Bill winked at you. That started the giggles rolling good. No acting needed. They were satisfied after just five takes of this. The sun was disappearing. You and Katie were chatting and laughing about how easy and fun this was to shoot. Then she leaned in close.

“We will switch places in just one moment so you can confirm what I am seeing.” She whispered. “A few feet behind you off camera Tom Holland and Sebastian Stan are watching us film.”

“Are you serious?” You said quietly. She nodded yes. “I bet they are here to support Bill’s scenes. How nice.”

You both laugh as you switch positions. You see what she was seeing and nod to her she was correct.

The P.A. comes over to the two of you, “Alright ladies, we have one more scene for you both. It’s getting late so hopefully this doesn’t take to long. We just need you to part ways at the corner. Bill’s character will grab his victim covering her mouth with a chloroform-soaked rag, so she doesn’t fight long. It will bleed into the scene we shot earlier. Sound good?

You said, “Sure.”

Katie said, “No, problem.”

The stunt coordinator, Ken, works with you and Bill on how he will be grabbing you as Katie watches from the sidelines. The first time Bill grabs you from behind to check for balance you start laughing. He chuckles to.

“Ok you two.” Ken said, “This is not going to be a romantic comedy.”

You blush. “I guess I should scream instead of laughing.”

Bill grins wickedly, “Oh I won’t give you time to scream before I cover that pretty pout of yours. I wouldn’t want your friend to hear you at all.”

His look is menacing as you just stare a moment.

“Let’s try a walk through with you coving her mouth Bill,” Ken said. “Who has the rag?”

Someone hands him the rag, He hands it to Bill.

“Take ten steps and grab her,” Ken looks to you. “Try not to tense before he grabs you. That will show on camera that you knew he was there. You have no clue anyone is following you.”

You nod ok. Shake your body out a bit to get any tension out looking away from everyone. Bill cracks his neck. Licks his lips. Makeup person rushes over to touch you up. You go to your mark with Katie.

Katie said, “You are having entirely to much fun.”

“I know, right,” You grin.

“And action,” The A.D. yells.

You walk to the corner and Katie walks off out of frame. You take ten more steps. Bill grabs you rougher than practiced. You gasp right before his hand with the cloth goes over your mouth. You try to let your body go limp in his arms trusting he can hold you completely. He swoops you up, tosses you over his shoulder and walks until cut is called.

Bill sets you back on your feet, “Told you, you wouldn’t have time to scream.”

“I barely had time to breath when you grabbed me,” You told him. “I was almost as surprised as my character should have been.”

“Good,” He turned away to go back to his mark as reset was called.

Bill grabbed you a bit different each take to keep an element of surprise going and your reaction perfectly stunned. A few times it was less than the ten steps you took before he had you. You really had to calm yourself before each take because you couldn’t go into it with such a quick heartbeat. It was kind of exhilarating. By the end you were exhausted.

When the day was wrapped Bill gave you a little hug, “Good job today. You made my job easier.”

“Thanks, you were amazing,” Your eyes fluttered as you smiled at him.

He walked off. Was shaking his head a little. Maybe just trying to shake off the character or something else. You and Katie were the last extras to sign out for the evening. When you got home you took a quick shower. Got some cloths together you thought would work, set you alarm for 4am and crashed out.

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their-name-is-morgan · 5 years

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Ok b so like, I'm gonna try to make this sort of specific, I live for some angst and I live for Abba so like.... Imagine Abba being in one of those days where he just feels like garbage , but then his nice softie s/o visits him and cheers him up and gives him luv bc uwuwuwu. im so awkward at writing this, anyways, it's a scenario if thats ok with u b, and the s/o is a female.

AAAAH B I tried my best to make this turn out decent!! I feel like Leo is extremely OOC and there might be some mistakes here and there, but it’s late and I’m tired...so I’ll fix this in the morning! ;;

I hope you enjoy it anyway, ilysm❤

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Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader❤

Everyone has bad days, and everyone faces them in a different way. There are people like Bruno: he would try his best to help other people overcome their struggles, and seeing their smiling face would make him feel better in an instant. There are people like Fugo: he would allow himself to have a day off, and he’d spend that day doing his favourite things, talking to his favourite people, or even staying alone. And then there are people like Abbacchio.

Leone was a man of few words, he would talk when necessary, and he wasn’t the nicest member of the gang. His face appeared to be in an eternal scowl, with his dark, thin eyebrows furrowed and his lips rarely lifting upwards. One would think that he was a strong, confident man whose only emotions were anger and disgust, but there’s always more to a person than what they let the others see.

Abbacchio was like any other person: some of his days were happy, other ones boring, and other ones bad, upsetting days. On the latter he would isolate himself and even refuse to get out of his bed, too mentally exhausted to interact with other people. He would push them away, and then he’d feel guilty about it. His lips would quiver and his eyes would water, but he’d hold it in.

And that day was one of those days.

(Name) exhaled, her eyes fixed on the last message he had sent: “See you at 9” with a black heart at the end. ‘Edgy’ she thought with a chuckle, but the small smile on her face disappeared as soon as it came. They had agreed on meeting quite early in the morning and, when she noticed that it was pouring outside but his last access remained the same as the previous night’s, she had guessed that the rain wouldn’t have been a problem for him either.

But after an hour of waiting for his arrival in front of the smallest, saddest bookstore in town, she came to a sudden realization: what if something was wrong?

Was he okay? Was the rest of the gang okay? Was her phone being dumb and not showing her his true last messages? She needed to know. She was about to stand up and open her umbrella when she noticed a notification from a different chat: Bruno had just texted her.

‘Would you mind coming over? I know this is sudden, but there’s somebody here who needs you.’ The text read, and her expression twisted into one of concern. It wasn’t the first time that she received a text like that, from either the Capo –whom she considered one of her closest friends- or another one of the guys, and it was not a pleasant thing to read.

She didn’t even bother to reply, instead she started walking towards the Passione residence, which was not that far away from that spot. The rain didn’t stop, making her almost trip at least twice along the way, but she was determined to see her lover’s face and hold him as close as possible.

It didn’t take that long before three knocks on the door snapped Bruno out of his trance; he stood up and made his way to the front door, abandoning the crossword puzzled he had been trying to complete for the past forty minutes on the wooden table.

He slowly opened the door to reveal his friend, umbrella in her right hand and phone in the other, her eyebrows slightly furrowed but a polite smile still present on her face. He motioned to come in and guided her to the couch, where they both sat down;

“So, what happened?” she asked, fidgeting with her hands. He let out a sigh,

“I...will keep it short. You know how Leone can get and now I know he needs extra support that I can’t give him. But please remember, cara; if this is too much for you, if he somehow hurts you with his words or actions...” he paused, cautiously choosing what to say next, “It’s not worth it. He is my friend, but you are too and I wouldn’t want you to think that I agree with everything he says or does.”

She carefully listened, her expression concentrated. She warmly smiled as he finished talking and took his larger hands in hers, grateful for having such a caring and honest friend.

“Bruno, I will follow your advice if anything happens. But I’m pretty sure it won’t,” she reassured him, and he nodded and returned the smile, “Now, he hasn’t left his room has he?”

“He’s been in there since yesterday night. He’d making all of us very worried, (Name).” He confessed, his tone of voice sincere. The girl could only nod and direct her gaze on the flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were located.

Unmade bed, window shut, blankets and dirty clothes lazily piled up in a corner of the barely lit room. The smell not bad enough to be unbearable, but enough to make one’s nose wrinkle. The pitter patter of the rain soothed him, but unnerved him at the same time. Was it even possible to feel in such a way?

He sat there, intently staring at the blank, boring wall as if it was the most interesting thing. What else could he have done in his state after all? With his headphones too far away to reach and the overwhelming fatigue that didn’t seem willing to leave him anytime soon, he could only lose heart and sit there, with his back against the bed’s headboard.

His almost lifeless gaze fell upon his phone, which had been resting on his nightstand since the previous night. A feeling of guilt struck him at the thought that he hadn’t shown up for his and (Name)’s date, his chest tightening and a lump forming in his throat. No, he couldn’t cry. What was the point of crying anyway? His eyes alarmingly watered, salty tears threatening to roll down his pale cheeks; he tried to focus on breathing, when a soft, almost inaudible knock made his grip on the thin blanket covering his legs tighten and his eyebrows furrow.

No. He thought, his heart beating faster. Fuck, leave.

Silence. But then, another knock, this time a little bit louder. Who was it, and what did they want? He had harshly declined Bruno’s help earlier that morning, and made it clear that he didn’t want any of the other guys around. Watching Bruno retrieve his hand at his commanding voice made him regret his actions, but then again. What was he expecting from himself?

With his gaze fixed on the door, he flinched when he heard the voice of the person behind it.

“Leo?”

I don’t deserve you. He thought once again, his eyes burning. He suddenly became aware of the state he was in, with his normally silky hair now messy and tangled, tied in a low ponytail, no sign of makeup on his ghost white face, and his embarrassing attire composed by an old, short sleeved shirt –obviously too large for him- and a pair of grey night shorts, his legs exposed and, much to his regret, hairy.

“Leone, I just want to know if you’re okay-“

“I am, now leave.” Please, he wanted to add, before I say something I’ll regret.

He could feel her sighing, trying to come up with something to tell him that could’ve comforted him. But what exactly could’ve possibly made him happier? He had tried to think of something, to do something, but it only ended up hurting him more, making him lay back down, exhausted and ashamed of himself. Just the thought of it made him stomach turn, the thought of his beloved waiting for him under the pouring rain whilst he was laying in bed, frustrated... melancholic.

“Please tell me if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I know you’re lying, but it’s okay,” a pause. Then shuffling, and the doorknob moved a little, “Can I come in, Tesoro?” she asked. Little did she know that the man was trying his hardest not to break down there, in that exact moment. Or did she? She’d never seen him or talked to him while he was in such a state, usually he would be angry and frustrated, drinking his pain away in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or even in a bar.

Silence means consent, she thought –as much as that sentence could’ve been wrong-, and she dared to open the door, moderately illuminating the chaotic room. He froze, not really sure what to do, if to yell at them or to gather all his strength to stand up and lock the door completely. But he simply stayed still, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath he took.

“What are you doing here,” he asked, his words ended up sounding more like a statement, though. She slowly stepped inside, her gaze falling upon her handsome boyfriend’s body, partially covered by a thin, cream coloured blanket.

“I’m here to listen to you, what’s going on Leone?” she asked, slowly stepping closer to his bed. He eyed her for a moment, his eyes softening. He wanted to be mad and make her leave, he really did, she wasn’t supposed to see him like this and he deserved to suffer alone. He deserved to listen to all the horrible thoughts that his mind was full of, obsess over them.

He gasped at the light touch of her hand, which was now softly holding his, his long, bony fingers subconsciously intertwining with hers. That simple touch sent a wave of butterflies through his veins, making him shake and choke back a sob.

(Name) promptly took notice of this and sat down beside him, her eyes kind and a warm, welcoming smile on her face.

“You can cry, it’s okay to. Please look at me,” and he did, with tears finally spilling down his face, his cheeks flushed and the muscles of his chin trembling, making his lips quiver. His right hand clutched at hers as if his life depended on it, while his left was clenched in a fist, the knuckles slowly going white. (Name) worriedly moved closer to him, letting her free hand wander behind his head to untie his hair and run her fingers through it.

Tell me everything.

“I am... I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t deserve you-“ a stifled sob, and then he sharply inhaled, “You were waiting for me, but I was here. Being a useless dick even if they wanted to help. I just...” he suddenly stopped, allowing smaller sobs to escape from his parted, soft lips. The girl moved her hand from his hair to his back, pulling him closer so that his head could rest on her shoulder.

Slightly embarrassed by this position as she was the one usually laying her head on his shoulder, he tried to pull away, but her soothing touch and whispers sent a shiver up his spine and made him hold onto her for dear life, weeping and babbling about how he didn’t deserve her, about how he would miss her though if she left, and she thought she heard him say I’m sorry once or twice –and he’d rarely apologize-.

(Name) held him tight, noticing how quiet he was even while shaking and sobbing almost uncontrollably, wetting her cute, slightly elegant shirt. Not that she cared anyway, he was much more important than a stupid shirt.

“Leo,” she whispered at some point, making him blink, more tears rolling down his reddened cheeks, “You deserve so much and you don’t even realize it. I know you blame yourself for a lot of things...” he raised his head, his hair gracefully cascading down his back; their eyes met and (Name) gave him a small smile, which he returned, “But not everything’s your fault.”

He averted his gaze, his breath slowly calming and his shoulders relaxing.

“Hm. Just promise... this whole thing will stay between us,”

She chuckled, and shifted in a more comfortable position so that they could be even closer.

“Of course; now will you eat breakfast with me?”

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warmau · 5 years

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{Special} College!AU Jungwoo

major: library sciences + information

minor: entomology (much to ten’s horror)

sports: was invited to the soccer team by yuta, but he’d rather play it for fun not for competition. likes to go to yoga - tries to get a grumpy taeil to go with him

clubs: showed up to chinese culture club so he could see sicheng - who kicked him out after three minutes, him and yuta both go to earth coalition meetings because they like nature, and sometimes jungwoo will pop by the conspiracy club to hear people ramble about aliens (he thinks they’re cool)

jungwoo tends to confuse students who arent his close friends because,,,,,,

he’s really really kind and affectionate - but he also seems like he’s always stuck in some kind of daydream too

like he’ll be in class, and he’ll be able to answer questions and take tests

but his voice is so cushiony soft and fluttery that it seems almost like he’s answering in some soft pink haze

or maybe that’s just his aura

it’s so ?????

but his friends know that ,,,, that’s just how jungwoo is

he’s incredibly open and relaxed - never anxious about anything but also,,,,,never really cautious either

so it’s natural for him to walk into things - or say whatever it is that crosses his mind

like the amount of times he’s just randomly said “i love you” outloud to taeil? doyoung? jaehyun?

like on public transit or in front of literal professors

everyone getting into a frenzy because wait - wait you love yuta??? and yuta waving his hands around like nO nO he means it like friends like it’s just what he says

there have been many rumors about jungwoo and like,,,,every member of nct on campus

but also it’s not just nct - jungwoo is just naturally touchy - naturally inclined to show his appreciation with little nudges and batting eyelashes

and he was born to flirt really

not in a,,,,,,,, pick you up kind of way or a sleazy ‘let me slide into the dms’ kind of way

just,,,,,,,a kind of enchanting way

that makes people feel all warm and cared for ,,,,, his handsome face and soft voice makes you feel like you’ve just been hugged by the worlds softest teddy bear

his major is library sciences because ,,, everyone agrees ,,, it matches him pretty well

archiving, reading, and helping others all are things jungwoo enjoys doing

because it’s not dramatic at all - it’s systematic and having a routine soothes jungwoo

plus his tall, slim figure in a grandpa sweater and some cute big framed glasses librarian-chic circa the 80s,,,,,,,,he’d be so cute c’mon

is that friend who gets books down from the top shelf and hands them to haechan with a smile

and haechan is clutching the book like “give me your legs. let me be 5′11.”

jungwoo: what

haechan: nothing. long legs. dont look at me.

because he’s also a nature fan - everything from mountain hikes to visiting public gardens

he’s not afraid of bugs

at all

taeyong has on several occasions texted him to come get a spider out of his dorm

and everytime, you know jungwoo does the thing where he puts the paper under the spider and then a cup over it and releases it back outside

saying something like “live free, small one” while taeyong wide eyed beside him is like “don’t. come. back. bitch.” tgkdjflsk

so at first he just took some classes from the entomology minor for fun - until he sorta accidentally completed all the credits for it anyway

so that’s why he just added it on at the end of the sem like look guys i got a minor :)

ten: cool for what?!

jungwoo: bug studies :)

ten, one eye twitching: t-t-t-heres bu-bugs on c-campus

jungwoo got invited to a couple of sports teams - he’s pretty strong and pretty fit, but the whole aggressive competition of it puts jungwoo off

he’d rather just do something for fun, and really dislikes being forced to train or anything like that

took up yoga after reading one of sicheng’s textbooks and now he goes to student run classes - always trying to bring taeil along

because quote unquote - taeil’s tiny body is riddled with stress and maybe, possibly demonic energy

you bet he’s also the type to do an hour of yoga or go on a long walk and come back and eat like. everything from the cafeteria

and then steal some of johnny’s hidden snacks

and then on top of that ask lucas to buy him a milkshake

he’s a bottomless pit when it comes to his stomach,,,,it’s a scientific mystery

he’s got an ability to befriend anyone, although sometimes his need to cling on can be a bit much,,,,

poor jaehyun’s hand fell asleep when they all went to watch a movie and jungwoo just basically leaned all his weight onto him and jaehyun is too nice to say anything

but he’s also got a little bit of a problem,,,,,,,

he’s oblivious

completely and utterly oblivious

which is why it’s a headache and much more to have a crush on jungwoo

which you have had since hmmm let’s see oh right

FRESHMAN ORIENTATION

when you’d arrived late, panicked, with no one to sit with let alone anywhere to sit

since the auditorium was overflowing

till a tall boy with a gentle smile and matching voice took your wrist and asked

“would you like this seat?”

ever since then you’d dreamed of that moment - of the boy who’d sensed your absolute dread and embarrassment

and who let you sit down, while he stood in the aisle - hands in his pockets - barely listening to the whole welcome celebration

you had practically embedded jungwoo’s face into your mind

because he was in ever aspect - your type

your dreamy, prince with a heart made a gold

the only problem was,,,,,,,,,you were more than ready to confess but any attempt you made

was thwarted

not by rivals or even jungwoos friends - who all were cheering you on

(all of nct claimed you were basically as transparent as a window with your feelings - hearts swirling your head whenever jungwoo as much as blinked)

it was always jungwoo who just,,,,,could not grasp the situation for the life of him

like that time you had been invited out to the seasonal fair and jaehyun and yuta pulled you aside on the way there

whispering eagerly that they’d hatched a plan to get you and jungwoo alone during one of the firework celebrations

you’d felt your heart race - almost burst from your chest

but you were thankful that his friends seemed just as excited for you

and when jaehyun had “casually” told everyone - but you and jungwoo - to follow him over to the food stands

you had hesitated, but turned to tell jungwoo there was something you needed to say

he’d looked down, eyes a soft autumn brown

“we’re all alone”

“y-yeah,,,,,,i think this might be my chance to tell you that i like-”

the gigantic bursting noise from the first firework had made it hard for your already shaking and tiny voice to have been heard

jungwoo, distracted by it, had just marveled up at the colors in the night sky

and pointed them out

“you should tell me after the fireworks, i couldnt hear you well”

“ok,,”

but that didn’t happen,,,,not when right after the ceremony ended - jungwoo had spotted taeil in the crowd and pulled you along toward him

yuta and jaehyun, when meeting up later, could tell by the dejected look on your face that nothing went as planned

and you just shrugged it off - there would be more times,,,,,,hopefully

and there were

they just always ended up badly

like when you’d tried to give jungwoo valentines chocolates with a hand written love letter but the box - having been in your bag the whole day - had melted all over the letter

making it unreadable and sticky

or when taeyong had offered you to be jungwoo’s tutor for this elective he had to take

and you showed up diligently everyday to the library for a week - till jungwoo announced one day through text that he’d been switched into a much easier class

you had even once written “i like you so much” on his cast when he’d had to wear it after an accident in the library

and jungwoo had read it - in front of you - smiled up and said

“what a nice thing to say to a friend”

at some point you’d just,,,,,,,come to terms with the fact that either jungwoo really couldnt take a hint or that he was trying the nicest ways to reject you

which hurt,,,,,but you tried to cheer yourself up with the sentiment that at least you got to be his friend

and through liking him you’d gotten to make even more friends with the great guys of nct

but everytime you were alone - studying your textbook or working on a project

and you’d find yourself thinking back to orientation

jungwoo’s touch on your skin, his voice echoing in your ears, the natural feeling of consideration and sweetness that shone off of him like diamonds

it made you grip your pen a little to hard, because the memory - instead of filling you to the brim with bliss like it used

now just,,,,,,,left you feeling like something sharp had wedged its way into your chest

whats worse was,,,,,because you’d always been one to wear your emotions on your sleeve

everyone knew you were hurting

even though you put in all the effort to hide it

taeyong had come to calling your smiles forced and even sicheng, who liked to keep his nose out of other peoples emotional businesses, had patted your back whenever jungwoo was around

whispering that you just had to keep strong

yuta and jaehyun, who’d you grown close to, and who also knew jungwoo well

were the most sympathetic

“i just,,,,i dont think he’s rejecting you”

yuta would insist and you’d just slump foreward

“then what? he really doesnt know? i could shout it from the liberal arts building rooftop and he’d still think i was joking,,,”

jaehyun sighs

“i cant tell, but i dont think you should give up. not until jungwoo either gives you a straight answer or ,,,,,,,, he just starts dating someone else”

at this, yuta perks up, his already mischievous features curling up into a grin

“hey - that’ right! jungwoo hasnt ever expressed interest in anyone else!”

“doesn’t he just,,,,,show love to everyone? i think it’d be hard to tell who he doesnt like ,,,,,”

you mutter, feeling the dark cloud of one-sided feelings cast heavy over your shoulders

“i mean,,,he’s nice and affectionate - but in a puppy kind of way. like he’ll give attention to those around him, but it’s never you know - it’s never romantic.”

you want to tell yuta and jaehyun that it’s fine. you need to sulk and then you’ll really pick yourself up and it’ll be fine

but neither of them look like they’re going to have it - and to be honest neither of them look like they believe you’ll get over it

because your love for jungwoo comes from the most pure place

and a love like that is hard to come by

maybe they just pity me or maybe they just want jungwoo to get a significant other to focus on

you think, huffing out a sigh

“hey i think there’s one way we can find out if jungwoo’s interested!”

your eyes dart up to meet yuta’s

jaehyun clasps his hands and gives his friend a look as well

“every semester the college campus votes for superlatives right? and one of them is cutest couple! the prize is like a two hundred dollar shopping coupon too - we should ask jungwoo if he’ll enter with you!”

you shoot up and shake your head - putting your hands out

“yuta we can’t just ask jungwoo to pretend to be my boyfriend!”

“yeah yuta,,,,,,that might not be the best way to find out jungwoo’s true fee-”

but yuta is dead set, he takes his phone out and hums as he scrolls through his contacts

clicking on one his fingers fly across his phone keyboard

and in a matter of seconds there’s a notification

you and jaehyun lean over to see

‘huh i didn’t know jungwoo was dating - but sure, ill put them in as a couple. im going to need their picture though, for the voting.’

‘no worries!! one of our buddies is a film major who will take some and ill send them your way!’

‘ok, so jungwoo and-’

your eyes widen when you see your name

and yuta closes his phone before you can sink back down into your seat

and jaehyun looks worriedly between you two

“no all we have to do is tell jungwoo! ill do that - jaehyun, go get johnny. we need our photographer!”

you feel something between adrenaline and anxiety when jungwoo walks through the door and into johnnys room

yuta jumps up before you can even greet jungwoo

and throws a hand around his friend

“listen - we all really want that coupon and you make the cutest couple so - let’s do our best to win, yeah?!”

jungwoo doesnt really acknowledge him

he more or less fixes his gaze on you

and it makes you feel hot under the collar of your shirt

“are you ok with this? if it makes you uncomfortable, we shouldnt do it.”

he says, calm and gentle

you want to say; are you kidding? couple posing with you? this is my dream,,,,,,,,

but at the same time it feels so weird ,,,, doing this,,,,, for fake

“johnny get your camera, let’s get the two lovebirds ready~”

yuta drags jungwoo off before you can answer

and johnny turns to you with his nikon

“i think you’d be better of just asking jungwoo out than going through all this trouble.”

“ive tried asking him out,,,,it always backfires,,,”

you mumble and johnny shrugs

“well you know i love drama and i can smell it on this situation, c’mon lets go take photos with your boyfriend”

your heart pounds inside your chest at the word

jungwoo? my boyfriend? if only that were true

yuta picks some secluded part of the campus for the photos

there are nicely lined trees in the back and jungwoo looks over at you when you sort of hunch over

“i know they want the coupon, but i would rather you tell me if this is too much-”

he voices his concern again and you shake your head

“no no, im fine. are you?”

he blinks a bit before letting his handsome face glow with a smile

“sure, if you are ok - so am i.”

yuta positions himself beside johnny, proclaiming that he knows what will make you and jungwoo look like a realiistic couple

when jungwoo looks down to fix his shoes, yuta winks your way and mouths

‘this will totally work’

but you,,,,,,,,dont feel so sure

the first poses are pretty innocent and sweet

holdings hands while looking up at the sky, a shot of you and jungwoo sharing a laugh, a pose where jungwoo is reaching out to touch your cheek

but then yuta gets,,,devilish

“back hug them!”

“why don’t you pretend like you’re leaning in for a kiss and then put your hand out to block it!”

“oh oh lets have you sit in jungwoo’s lap!”

the last one almost sets you (quite literally) on fire

“yuta that’s too mu-”

but jungwoo is sitting down on a bench nearby, motioning that you can join him

you stare down and jungwoo gives another comforting smile

but then he says

“it’s just for the picture, don’t worry”

and suddenly this whole charade, this whole dream moment for you just shatters

this is all fake. he feels nothing toward me.

“i cant”

you cast your eyes down and johnny sets his camera down

yuta looks like he’s desperately trying to think of something to say to ease the sudden tension

but it’s too late

“youre right, even for a fake photo this is too muc-”

“no,,,i cant do this.”

you look at yuta, but he’s blurry

everything is blurry from the tears that start welling up in your eyes

“i,,im just going to go. im sorry.”

and with that you’re running away, absolutely mortified that you even went through with this whole ploy

you dont look back

you dont see jungwoo get up, look at yuta and johnny and ask if he should chase after you

you dont see the sudden horror on his face - because the idea of hurting you,,,,,,,,,is something jungwoo would never do

you dont see any of it

you’re stuck in your own thoughts

you’d just wanted jungwoo to know how you felt

you didn’t want to force him into a weird situation like that, you didn’t want to hear the words

“it’s just for the picture”

because for you it wasnt that - you liked him so much that every touch of his fingers against your skin

ever smile

every word he spoke

it made you feel like the world around you was bursting with hearts and love

making you weak at the knees, making you absolutely lovestruck

but you think,,,,,if there’s one thing you got out of it

of seeing how easily jungwoo could do all those poses, how he thought so little of you as an interest

that he could even let you sit on his lap with no qualm at all,,,,,,,

you really didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you

he just saw you as a friend

and your fear of him, all these times, quietly rejecting you - it was true

you could thank yuta for at least helping you see that

you get a couple of texts and missed calls afterwords

all of them are worried and from yuta, jaehyun, and even johnny

who awkwardly asks the group if they still want to submit what photos they do have

but none are from jungwoo

go figure, he’s probably so annoyed at me now. making him do this stupid photo-shoot, enter this stupid contest, and then having me runaway like some big baby

you’re so embarrassed that you turn your phone off and tell yourself that from now on

you’re going to do your best to forget kim jungwoo

no matter what it takes

of course,,,,,life never works the way you want it to

and so, as if by some cruel joke, the remainder of the semester you end up bumping into jungwoo everywhere

at the library - where you made sure to go on his off day, but it turned out he’d switched shifts recently

in the cafeteria - where for some reason it was jungwoo of all people sitting in your favorite seat by the window

at the bubble tea place around the corner which was usually to packed to even get into

somehow, jungwoo had squeezed in past those students and ended up shoulder to shoulder with you

each time trying to greet you with the usual serene, angelic smile of his

while you made up some bizarre excuse to get away

it was like your life had flipped upside down

instead of jumping on chances to be close to him, you were avoiding him like the plague

until finally - you couldnt do it anymore

“talk. to. jungwoo.”

yuta says, dropping his backpack down on the table in front of you and leaning over to narrow his eyes

you try to keep your own gaze on your textbook

but yuta is faster and stronger then you, so when he snatches it from under your nose

you have no choice but to comply

“why? i dont want to keep making a fool of myself. plus im,,,im really getting over him!”

yuta huffs some hair from his face

“i doubt that. i just said his name and your whole body looked like it was going through a shockwave”

you try to grit your teeth, think of some kind of comeback

but yuta is right - your heart’s deadset on jungwoo

no matter how many other boys youve tried to introduce to it

how youve lied in bed on instagram looking at all the campus cuties and none of them ever even matched up to jungwoo in your opinion

“yuta - it’s my destiny to love him and get rejected by him. i cant fix it”

“yes you can. just talk to him.”

“what is talking going to do-”

yuta looks at you so intently that you nearly topple out of your chair

“believe me ,,,,,, this time i promise it’s going to change things for you.”

so you agree

not because yuta kind of maybe intimidated you a little back there,,,

but because if anything you feel guilty knowing now that jungwoo does want to talk to you

you’d just assumed you disappearing from his life wouldnt matter,,,,,,

who were you to him anyway? right?

but there you are, standing outside of his dorm

palms sweaty,,,,,your heart beat so loud you think the RA is going to come over and tell you to keep it down

and it takes you ten whole minutes to even knock on the door

jungwoo opens it, his hair looks a little wet as if he’s just taken a shower

and he’s got simple joggers and a long sleeve shirt on

he looks so natural and relaxed,,,,,yet still so perfectly handsome,,,,,

“yu-yuta said you wanted to talk to me”

you get to it, thinking that you just want to hear whatever it is jungwoo has to say quickly

so you can curl up under your sheets and bawl your eyes out about it later

“i did, i know we saw each other a couple of times but you were always busy so -”

he shrugs easily and takes a set on his bed

you kind of shift your weight, standing in the middle of the room

feeling like the small walls of the dorm are going to close in on you at any second

“s-so whats up?”

you feign cheeriness to try and get past the butterflies gnawing at your stomach

“i want to apologize,,,,im sorry about the whole photo-shoot thing. but more than that, im sorry that i was so ,,,”

jungwoo seems to struggle to find the word, he scrunches up his nose

and you internally tell cupid to not shoot another arrow at your heart - you knew he was cute

but being this close and seeing him be this cute all ,,,,, domestic and what not,,,,too much

“im sorry that i was so dumb”

the choice of ‘dumb’ makes you a bit confused

“wh-what do you mean?”

he gets up and suddenly you’re aware again that ontop of being ultra cute,,,,jungwoo is pretty tall

and when he steps closer to you, he looks into your eyes and gosh the whole world is up in those pretty browns ,,,

“i just thought you were being nice, i just thought you were happy to be around all of us i didnt know you felt,,,,,that way about me”

the blood in your veins goes cold

“w-who told you?”

“it came out as an accident,,,you really cant let jaehyun around too much soju,,”

more than anything you’re surprised it wasnt nakamoto yuta - but beside that

you take in a deep breath

brace yourself. this is the real rejection

but instead of any “sorry i dont feel the same way”’s you get jungwoo’s soft hand against your cheek

you shut your eyes - don’t be too nice about it kim jungwoo, just tell me straight that you -

“i like you too”

there isnt anyway to describe the emotion that comes over you like a wave

it’s a mix of a million different things

it feels cold and hot, makes you want to cry and laugh

but instead all you do is slip down to the floor, a concerned jungwoo following you down

“a-are you ok?”

he presses his hand to your forehead, but you just try to shake your head

“im just,,,really shocked”

“that i like you back?! why?”

there isn’t really an answer for that, when you think about it, you just assumed jungwoo was going to be untouchable forever

“b-because no matter how many times i tried to tell you,,,,,,it felt like i was being pushed away -”

“because im a fool”

you shoot your eyes up to meet his

“no, you’re not! i just - i just never got it right you know, i never got the moment-”

jungwoo lets his hand come up into your hair and suddenly he’s tugging you close

so that you can rest your head against his chest

“when i think about it,,,,,,i probably just told myself not to believe it. not to fall for all your kindness, because i thought that you treated us all like that. me, yuta, jaehyun - i didnt want to think i was special to you”

you bring a hand up to hold the front of jungwoo’s shirt

“but you are special, kim jungwoo ive loved you since first sight”

he chuckles and the rumble in his chest is comforting

“since first sight? i think,,,,,,i think you charmed me too”

you’re too shy to kiss jungwoo in the moment,,,,maybe it’s because you think you’ve used up your luck

getting to hear the boy of your dreams say he likes you back

but you do let the fluttering feeling carry you on cloud nine for a long time

so much so that when you return to your dorm - even your roommate thinks you’re sick or even worse - going insane

jungwoo waits outside of your class to take you on your first date

which is to his favorite bookstore in the city

you knew he was studying to work in the library, but you never knew just how much jungwoo liked books

and just how good he looked among them

like he was just browsing for books and the manager offered him a part time job as a model for the store,,,,

to which jungwoo laughed, squeezing your hand a little and saying

“i dont think im quite the best at photo-shoots”

speaking of which,,,,,johnny does submit a photo he took,,,,,and you and jungwoo do win

but that 200 coupon? yuta “lost it”

jungwoo doesnt fret it too much, holds you back from launching yourself at yuta’s bookbag where you’re sure it is

and whispers against your ear that it’s ok,,,,he’ll take you out to eat and it’ll be his treat

and he’ll get yuta back for the both of you

(and he does. sweet, daydreaming jungwoo has a scheming side. and it comes out when he swaps yuta’s shaving cream with sardine scented hand cream)

jungwoo is a very interesting person,,,,aside from being able to just heal others with his warm presence

he’s also quite into the odd

any date you go on - jungwoo is sure to make it special

coffee runs? he asks you to play a game with him while you wait for your drinks by picking out strangers and giving them weird background stories

study date? jungwoo always gets you some kind of unique kind of stationary,,,,totally the type to just gift you a notebook with snoopy on it and be like “doesnt it look like your boyfriend?”

movie date? jungwoo has you pick a number he’s thinking of and whatever movie is that number on the showlist board is the one you’ll see

(cut to you clinging to jungwoo for dear life when you guys pick a horrible b-list horror movie)

(jungwoo kisses the top of your head, unphased by it afterwords and says if you’re still scared you can sleep over at his dorm and he’ll protect you from the monsters)

(,,,,,,afterall jungwoo is a natural flirt cough cough,,,,,,)

as he is an affectionate person, light touches and soft intimacies are a MUST with him

at first he tests his boundaries with you,,,,but soon enough it’s obvious that jungwoo could just brush his hands over yours

and it’d make you go completely dizzy with happiness

always has his hand on the small of your back

- it’s just a habit he has

when you’re talking with the group, he’ll put it there

when you’re sitting and falling asleep over your books, he’ll put it there and apply a little pressure with his thumb to get your attention back up

he also really enjoys running his lips over any part of you that he sees,,,,

the thing is he does this so absentmindedly

that he’ll do it in front of others

and get you in a flustered flurry

because you’ll just be talking to mark about an upcoming test and feel jungwoo’s lips at the base of your neck

your face turning firetruck red

while mark ducks his head into his hands and runs off, apologizing for “ruining the moment”

jungwoo: ? is he ok

you, head in your hands: u h idk but,,,i,,,im not

he loves when you wear anything that’s slightly too big because it’ll slip off your shoulder or show the back of your neck

and jungwoo is like : must kiss

you decide to try yoga with him since he keeps saying how much it helps him

but turns out jungwoo is very flexible

and you’re ,,, not there yet

so you tumble over yourself and maybe cant do some of the stretches

but jungwoo thinks you look so damn cute trying your hardest for him

totally the type to invite you over to binge watch a series you both like,,,,,but somehow you both end up on youtube watching a series on aliens,,,,

likes outdoors dates - likes just walking places with you, hand in hand

admiring the changing of the seasons, stealing kisses when the light is red and you cant cross the street just yet

but as much as jungwoo is like “let’s go hiking!”

and you’re like ,,,,,,,, “hahaha how about you hike and ill wait at the base of the mountain in the snack shop”

but if he really asks you, with his fluttering soft voice and those eyes that look up through pretty lashes

like you’ll do it

you’ll be sweating and hating it - but for jungwoo you’re pretty sure you’d do anything

and it’s crazy to know that he’d do anything for you too

because people always assume it’s hard to date someone who seems so,,,,,,unattached and like,,,,,in his own world

but the reality is, jungwoo is very observant when it comes to you

he knows what you like, he knows when to keep you safe and how to protect you

and most of all, he knows how to tell what you’re feeling

you though after all those oblivious attempts to confess to him, it’d be hard to have him read how you’re doing

but if one thing is wrong - jungwoo senses it

and does his best to cheer you up

totally the boyfriend who takes your phone and changes his name to something cute and childish

bought you guys matching snoopy keychains

tried to act aloof about it - but you know he really likes it when you clip it onto your bag

jungwoo,,,,,,admits that he might not be the best romantic - even though this is a lie - everything about him screams romantic

especially when he has you come over

and instead of studying or quizzing him like you both planned

he traces his fingertips up and down your arm, lays down side by side with you and mumbles that he thinks every part of you is perfect

and if you’d let him

he’d like to get to know more of you

and how are you supposed to say no to mr. long fingers, sexy voice, and overall fit body jungwoo?!?!?

like im not kidding, the moment he touches you - it’s like you’re in paradise

because he handles you with care and most importantly, with adoration

but there are some marks in the morning and yuta jumps on them like hot fire

to which jungwoo just does the ^_^ and is like dont make me leak some of those photos i have nakamoto ^_^

one day, as you’re watching jungwoo play a friendly match of soccer

taeil sits beside you

“can i say something”

he asks and you nod

“i know we all said you were being totally obvious with your feelings about jungwoo,,,,,,but nowadays i think he’s the one who has heart eyes for you”

jungwoo tells you a bit about his minor and you’re like ,,,, bugs ,,,, really

and he’s like it’s not that weird - they’re pretty interesting

and you’re a little iffy about it

but one of your dates is to a butterfly observatory

in which you watch as jungwoo let’s a butterfly settle on his finger

and you think that even insects can sense the inherit sweetness of jungwoo’s character

you’re a little scared when one lands on your nose, but jungwoo takes a photo

and to this day it’s his home screen on his phone

you tell jungwoo about how you tried to give him chocolates once but they melted all over you

and he feels so bad he buys you one of those gigantic bars with a two pound bag of chocolates

and you’re like jungwoo!!!! it’s fine!!!

and he’s like im sorry for being oblivious and horrible

and i promise im going to keep my eyes on you forever from now on!!!

yuta: corny

jaehyun: you’re just jealous because they got together and you’re still single

you and jungwoo looking at yuta like o?

yuta: HA AS IF,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,jaehyungofindmeadaterightnow

you and jungwoo win cutest couple that semester, and the semester after that

because let’s be real - being with him, taking photos of you two nose to nose - eyes full of love that you can only experience at that age - how could you not win

kim jungwoo? not only the cutest, but the bestest boyfriend around!!

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#so i rewatched a one-sided show and listened to fool by winner for three days straight idk this is the product of it #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #jungwoo scenarios #jungwoo imagines #jungwoo au #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 au #sfw #college!au #jungwoo #kim jungwoo #member: jungwoo

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years

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Hi! Could you maybe compile a list of your favorite fics that have Stiles or Derek pining after the other? Thanks for your hard work as always!!!😙😙

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Anonymous said:Hiiii how are u do you know any fics with derek in a relationship with someone else and stiles pining or the other way around

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Anonymous said:Hey do you know any fics where everybody knows that Stiles and Derek are in love but they are totally oblivious?

Here’s so much pining. - Anastasia

Bitch, Bite me! by abexz

(1/1 I 546 I Explicit)

Stiles is bitten by a vampire and is excited to stretch his wings.

Derek is stupid smitten with Stiles and does a poor job at hiding it.

And John Stilinski IS ALLOWED TO HAVE SOME HAPPINESS IN HIS LIFE THANK YOU.

(I'll be) Anything You Need by ElStark

(1/1 I 904 I General)

Derek smiled. A small, little thing that barely betrayed the fondness that he felt for the person in front of him. But fondness, maybe wasn’t the right word. There was that, and so much more. Too much. And Derek battled a war with his wolf every day and every instant he spent with Stiles, since the moment he’d caught his scent that day in the woods, barely a year ago.

Because, it was him. And he knew it would feel- it felt right. But it wasn’t the right time.

Stiles was too young and still figuring out who he was and Derek… well, he was trying to figure out who he was without all the people he’d loved most his entire life.

So, yeah, it wasn’t the right time, not now. Not with everything that happened and was going on.

But he'd wait.

Partners in Crime(fighting) by A_Diamond

(1/1 I 1,842 I Explicit)

Derek Hale has had a lot of bad luck in his life. More than his fair share, it often feels like, and that’s not even counting the acts of intentional malevolence that shaped his life and drove him to a career in law enforcement and the FBI. Bad things just happen to him, flukes ranging from strangers’ spilled coffee to the paths of ricocheting bullets. With all that in mind, it shouldn’t be a surprise to be partnered with Agent Stilinski on this case.

robin) by orphan_account

(8/? I 2,306 I Teen)

Stiles disappears one night.

He returns ten years later, barely what he was before and nothing like he pretends to be.

Rules by abluevixen (knightofbows)

(1/1 I 2,556 I Mature)

Stiles is a heart-breaker.

CD by abluevixen (knightofbows)

(1/1 I 2,747 I Mature)

Derek fucked up, and he knows it.

(Shyness is Nice) Just Ask Me by dansunedisco

(1/1 I 3,225 I Teen)

Attention had never been Derek’s drug of choice, but his performance had shot his name straight into the stratosphere. He should have known listening to Laura was a bad idea. Now the entire lacrosse team hated him, the nicest guy in school thought he was a jerk, the object of his awkward affection wanted nothing to do with him, and, worst of all, he was popular.

The one where Derek wowed the crowd at the talent show, pissed off the lacrosse team, and got his man.

(Don't forget to) Breathe. by Pixilated

(3/? I 3,272 I Mature)

Stiles is unaware he is Derek's mate and leaves for college after one night with the man who has held his heart for years.

In which both Stiles and Derek are idiots and could have avoided a whole lot of manpain and emotional constipation by just talking to each other.

(5+1) How Stiles Realized He Was Jealous and Maybe in Love With a Certain Sourwolf by scarlettletterr

(1/1 I 3,317 I General)

Stiles is in love with Derek. He’s also a virgin, and ace, but Derek… Is not. Derek is hot, and has a very active sex life. Stiles knows that even if Derek would lower his standards enough to date him, he would never be able to give him what he wants.So he observes from afar, jealousy overwhelming him every time he sees him with someone else.

Waiting Games by Jerakeen

(1/1 I 6,315 I Explicit)

Being an only child and heir to the throne, Stiles had always known he may not have the luxury of marrying for love. When he’d realized he was an omega to boot, things had taken an even more uncomfortable turn for him.

Omegas are rare. An omega as the heir apparent is almost unheard of.

Which is why there is no wiggle room when it comes to the tournament.

Five Mornings Derek Really Needed His Coffee and One Morning He Didn’t by 42hrb

(6/6 I 11,492 I Teen)

Everyone knows that Derek can't be considered a real person until he has at least two cups of coffee.

Theory of Overprotective Canines by rosepetals42

(1/1 I 11,798 I Teen)

Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

an exaltation of larks by llassah

(1/1 I 25,372 I Explicit)

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

(not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit

(11/11 I 33,185 I Explicit)

"There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."

Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.

#librarynerd by yodasyoyo

(1/1 I 7,742 I Teen)

“I’ll likely get far more done in the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen--”

“My--My pen?”

“Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly. “You know.”

____________

In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay... even though he doesn't actually speak Spanish.

Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue

(2/2 I 51,424 I Mature)

Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.

AU in which Stiles has been living with the Hales for a few years as their assistant and friend. He needs to deal with Derek, who keeps coming to Stiles with bruises and cuts to be treated, while trying to figure out what the elderly alpha of the Hale pack is up to.

The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 51,974 I Mature)

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.

He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.

He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.

Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.

“Who is that?” he asked quietly.

“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

Go Big or Go Home by Chubstilinski

(5/5 I 348,325 I Explicit)

That’s the moment that Stiles knows he’s not going to stop, that he craves this more than he’d even realized, and he knows, deep down in his bones, that he’s only going to get fatter.

Stiles had always been a skinny kid, but the unlimited buffet on a post-graduation cruise introduces him to the pleasures of gluttony, and before he knows it, he's consumed by the idea of getting fatter. By his senior year in college, a guy Stiles meets online starts giving him gaining encouragement, and soon enough, his weight is exploding... But so is his crush on his friend's older brother Derek, who seems unusually interested in getting Stiles to indulge himself.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pining #anon #Anonymous

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the-ships-to-rule-them-all · 5 years

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Puck it chapter 4 liveblog

btw @bipercabeth @jasonsmclean enjoy <333

under the cut because this is going to be long af

He doesn’t want Jason to think he doesn’t respect Annabeth, but he also doesn’t want to break his promise to her. But that promise is already broken. Jason already knows. And Percy really can’t handle the thought of Jason thinking he doesn’t respect women. “You have feelings for her, don’t you?” Jason asks, his tone a bit lighter, eyes a bit softer. Percy sighs and the words rush out of him on the exhale. “Yes I do Jason I’m so fucked please help.”

ME SCREAMING A LOT!!!!!!!!!!! they matter so much to each other omg. and Percy having loyalty to Annabeth even in this, I am DECEASED

A sigh falls past Jason’s lips; his shoulders deflate and he ducks his head with a slight nod. “I figured, but I also figured I need to say it straight up. I can’t get mad about you not telling me when I’ve been keeping this from you.” “Trying to keep this from me.” Percy takes a risk and grins slightly. “I’ve known for a while now. But I appreciate the honesty. I don’t want this to be something we fight over. We’re better than that.”

DARLING IDIOT CO-CAPTAINS WHO ARE BEST FRIENDS

That’s… a lot of ‘no’. But I respect the last one. I’m glad you guys prioritized, I guess. But you’re seriously okay with all of that? That’s gotta be a lot on your mind.”

“Yeah, I guess it is. But it’s worth it to be with her. Like, the sex is great, but she’s just so good to be around. I’m definitely saying it all wrong, but something just… pulls me to her? It’s hard to explain. She’s not an escape from everything, but she calms it all down. Like at the first party, I wasn’t doing well, and Annabeth gave me a way out. Then we just kept talking, and she was going to walk home alone, and I— one thing led to another.” Percy sighs and messes up his hair. “Sorry, I don’t mean to make this about me, but if we’re getting it all on the table, you deserve to know why.”

PERCY JACKSON IS IN LOVE WITH ANNABETH CHASE IN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING UNIVERSE

“Wow, we’re so fucked.” Percy can’t help but laugh. They’d realized their feelings within 24 hours of each other and still took an entire month to talk about it.

FIRST OF ALL THIS IS THE MOST HOCKEY THING IN THE WORLD AND WOW!!!!!!!!!!

“Should we pay him for his emotional labor? I feel like we should pay him for his emotional labor.” Jason jokes.

I CACKLED

“I accidentally rigged Secret Santa on purpose.”

OF COURSE YOU DID PERCY! OF COURSE YOU DID

“I knew you’d be mad if I rigged it just for me to get Annabeth, so I rigged it so you’d get Piper, too!” Percy holds out a fist, waiting for a fist bump. “You can thank me now or later, whichever you prefer.”

PERCY JACKSON YOU ARE THE GREATEST

Except Jason wants to be so much more than that.

Ever since the Halloween party, Piper’s been talking to Jason a lot more than she did before, and she talked to him a fairly decent amount before the party. Of course, she’d gotten so ridiculously drunk at the party that she ended up puking so she apologized profusely to him for putting him through that, even though he’d wanted to stick around. (Oh man, he’s sounding cheesier by the second when it comes to her.) Since she’d been so wasted, he doesn’t want to bring up the dancing to her, especially since he’s convinced she’d only danced so close because she’d been so drunk.

Still, there’s a tiny part inside of Jason that hopes maybe she’d been aware of her actions even though she’d been drunk.

Jason’s always been a rule follower. It’s a fact, plain and simple. He sometimes bends the rules when they’re unfair or unjust, but overall he doesn’t dare break them. Especially when it comes to hockey. He’s not one to defy his coaches or trainers or talk back to his captains (before he became one, of course).

But now with the stupid no dating rule, Jason’s tempted to defy his coaches, which scares the shit out of him.

LOUD LONG SCREAMING JFC JASON *SHAKES HIM* THAT’S SO FUCKING ROMANTIC I WANT TO DIE FUCK YOU BOTH

But the smiles and jokes have made him only want to break the rules more.

YOU LOVE HER YOU WANT TO MARRY HER YOU WANT TO HAVE HER BABIES

Annabeth swings a leg over Percy and leaves him stranded on her bed, his hands still fastened to her headboard. One second he was on top of her, kissing down her neck with the intentions of going far lower, and the next she had him flipped and restrained. Suddenly she was pressing down onto him and teasing him relentlessly, forcing him to beg for release (which she’d eventually granted, but only after making him beg). Annabeth and that damn tie.

oh my fucking god this entire scene was so fucking hot!!!!! also how’d you know that hockey and bondage is like a thing 👀👀👀👀

ajklfdsjfdsladsfjaklfsdajlkfdasjlk annabeth being jealous, annabeth tying him up, Percy with that satisfied smirk I just

So he pushes his heart out of where it had leapt into his throat and sits back down on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap as he slides back. She follows and Percy pulls her face to his, letting her set the pace and meeting her there movement for movement. If he can’t claim her as his, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t show her that he’s hers. - I WANT TO DIE

that’s all he wants right now. That’s all he’s going to want for a very long time. WELL I’M IN A GRAVE RIGHT NOW GOD THAT’S ROMANTIC AF

Matching with your boyfriend? That’s cute.” Annabeth says from behind him.

Percy turns to look at her, fully taking her in for the first time today. She’d followed the ugly sweater rule, but only barely. It wasn’t one of the gaudy or loud ones he knew would make an appearance tonight; instead she’d settled on a light blue turtleneck sweater with grey squares making up that classic Christmas print and setting off every different shade in her eyes. She looks more cute than anything.

Her eyes are fixed on his sweater, which is black with red details and the word ‘HO’ stitched onto the front. Percy feels heat flood his cheeks as he tries to play it off, but it’s only a matter of time until the entire team sees Jason’s matching ‘WHERE’S MY HO AT?’ sweater. - OK NO NO NO YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!! THEY DEFINITELY MADE OUT EARLIER AND I WANT TO MURDER NO GIVE ME ALL THE FUMBLING FIRST KISSES OH MY GOD

“It’s a Rangers sweatshirt.” He says slowly. “You hate the Rangers.”

“To be fair, I still think they suck. Islanders for life and all that. But what do you think?” Her voice betrays her smug words. - THE NEW YORK RIVALRY I AM DEAD AND BURIED OH THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING ANNABETH

Annabeth doesn’t pull away or refuse him though, so he holds on for a bit longer than he should, one hand resting on the back of her head and holding her to his chest while the other finds her back. Her arms loop around his waist, her fingers lacing behind his back. Percy takes in as much of this moment as he can before she pulls away, because he knows he won’t be the first to do so.

When she does pull away, it feels almost reluctant. He lets himself believe that, cling to that for a moment as she looks up at him with those big gray eyes. And as she does, Percy realizes that he is completely and utterly ruined for anyone except her. - JFC I’M A WRECK

“You know at some point I’m going to need to see this on you.” - POST HAT TRICK SEX, I CALL IT

“You,” he can’t help the way he leans into her, far too close to be out in the open like this, “are impossible, Chase.”

“I’m flattered.” Annabeth scoffs. - THESE ABSOLUTE DORKS I LOVE EVERYTHING

As long as Annabeth is here, Jason’s ultimately edged out. - OUCH

“Bisexual people exist, Leo. ” - HE’S ALREADY SMARTER THAN ALL HOCKEYS EVER, SORRY JASE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU’RE TOO SMART FOR THE NHL

Thanks, captain.” She takes the cup back and takes a sip and Jason would be a dirty liar if he said he didn’t stare at her lips the entire time. - ME: DYING

The consequences might be worth it, though. - YES JASON GO AFTER HER

“I didn’t say it was for me,” is Reyna’s cool reply. - I LOVE EVERYTHING SO SO SO MUCH OMG REYNA GETTING A DILDO!!!!!!!!!

Before Percy can look at Annabeth, his head whips around and he settles his glittering green eyes on Jason. “I know what we’re doing tonight,” he stage whispers as he winks.

“Do you guys need condoms? Some lube?” Connor asks, lifting up his newly gifted bottle of lube and box of flavored condoms.

“Don’t worry. We’ve got a nice supply,” Percy responds, wrapping an arm around Jason’s shoulders.

“Percy, not in front of the kids,” Jason complains, and he’s not embarrassed until he sees Piper giggling behind her hand. - *BOUNCES* GIVE ME THE BACKSTORY - hockey fandom has corrupted me and now I ship them to a ridiculous degree *shrugs*

Inside the box lays a brand new hockey stick. When he says brand new, he means brand new. The paint is shiny and glossy and he can just imagine how it’ll feel when he uses it on the ice. It’s white, blue stripes painted onto the butt and the bottom of the shaft, just before the blade. On the heel of the stick, he can see GRACE 1 painted in red letters. It’s the nicest hockey stick he’s seen gifted to a college player. The only thing he can compare the quality of this is to NHL and Olympic equipment. - I LITERALLY SCREAMED OUT LOUD LIKE IN MY DORM A VERY HIGH PITCHED SCREAM PIPER MCLEAN PIPES BABES YOU GOTTA KNOW PLEASE

god every single one of the gifts just demonstrates how well they know each other, how much they love the other person already and I am in TEARS

Holy fuck, Piper did that. - MY REACTION SAME

the two California kids bonding over their warm state and the fact that they’ve found a home on the ice - say with me AWWWWW

“Jason.” She takes a step closer to him. “I want you to have it. You deserve it. You love hockey and…” She falters and she bites down on her bottom lip. “I wanted to give you something meaningful. I just didn’t have the guts to do it without using Secret Santa as my excuse. I’m just so lucky I got you.” - dfaslkdjfdsajlkdfsjaklkjdfslakljdsajlfsdkakljszdfjoirewaklcszioojewfkmflsiouearwjoweiofjfdwerijefojfeidljfiawfjcewuoirijffuiwoewjdkoeioewuoriwejafwK

THAT’S ROMANTIC AF PIPER

“Shut up.”

Before he can think straight, her arms wrap around his shoulders and she angles her face up until he feels her lips press to his. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his hands up to her hips, holding her there and soaking in the fact that this is real. Here he is, giving into the temptation, allowing his heart to win the ruthless battle over his head. All rationality and self-control go out the window as he focuses solely on kissing her. Her lips taste like peppermint and are just as soft as he’s imagined them, which also brings back the influx of memories of the persistent daydreams that’d plagued his mind for weeks. Yet every expectation pales in comparison to this moment. He feels like he could melt from the heat coursing through his body, engulfing him in a fiery embrace. - FALLS ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMS, COMBUSTS - god you guys write the romances so well, they’re totally unique and this was PERFECT

Nothing,” he lies easily. While he usually can’t lie to save his life, he finds this lie effortless. “She was just being a good friend, Percy. Nothing more.”

A look of disappointment floods Percy’s face. “Really?” he asks sadly. “Damn. I was hoping for a good conversation or at least a kiss. I’m sorry, man. That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Jason shrugs and tries to look crestfallen. “Oh, well. Rules are rules.”

“Right.” Percy shakes his head once and sighs. “Rules are rules.” - *buries head in hands* JASON I HAD HOPE FOR YOU, oh well I guess this does mean you can survive the NHL

If this is what Jason has to do to be with Piper, so be it. - OH FUCK

fklasfjslkdafjskldaajfklsd guys this was so fucking good and beautiful and perfect and the perfect mix of angst and fluff and I JUST WOW

#puck it #abby liveblogs #fic recs

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playing cupid | kim taehyung

summary: despite playing cupid all the time, never did you realize that you were falling for your best friend.

genre: high school au! slight angst/fuff

a/n: guys kcon was such an amazing experience i can barely function my god.

Around the school, you were known as the matchmaker, and you felt if that title was a bit ironic. Even if you were credited with causing the most lasting relationships in the entire school, you never really had your experience with the emotion. Sure, you knew exactly what you were supposed to feel, your heart racing, your palms becoming sweaty, and your knees becoming weak—yet, no one has ever made you feel like that. Despite the fact that you have never been in a relationship before nor have you ever felt this supposed emotion, did not deter other students from asking you for advice with their love lives. And you were not exaggerating when you have said that you have heard it all. From ideas on where to go on the first date, how to ask someone out, how to french kiss, how to know if someone is interested, etc. Of course you did your best to try and appease everyone, giving the best advice that you possibly could under the circumstances, and to your surprise, it actually worked. They kept coming back, more and more people coming to you with hardships in their love lives, you did your best to remedy their situations and give them your best advice. At times, you could admit that it seemed a bit overwhelming to be on the receiving end of problems that you were inexperienced in dealing with, but as soon as you heard that everything worked out in the end, it kind of made your actions a lot more rewarding.

Enter Kim Taehyung, one of the most attractive guys at the school and also your best friend. The two of you had met in your freshman year of high school, when the teacher assigned you with showing the new student around the school, and from there it seems as if he hasn’t left your side. Your friendship has been close ever since, the two of you told each other and were attached at the hip, travelling everywhere together—even if his class was on the other side of the building. Despite being strictly best friends, there has been a numerous amount of occasions where you have been approached asking if you and Taehyung were dating. Each time your answer was always the same, as you shook your head profusely, insisted that you were just best friends, and rubbed your arms awkwardly. There would be times where people would believe you and lay the matter to rest, yet there was also times where they would be suspicious and interrogate you even further. You couldn’t blame them for being nosy after all, along with being best friends with Kim Taehyung, you were also friends with his group of friends, practically the Greek gods of your high school: Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hosoek, Jeon Jungkook, and Park Jimin.

Kim Namjoon, class president and top student in the school; Kim Seokjin, captain of the basketball team and a overall the best looking guy at the school; Min Yoongi, a musical prodigy who composed musical masterpieces in his spare time and always played in the pit orchestra for plays at school; Jung Hoseok, captain of the volleyball team and one of the best people in the school’s choir; Jeon Jungkook, quarterback and captain of the football team, captain of the ice hockey team, and an overall track superstar; and Park Jimin, the lead in every single school play and captain of the baseball team. Then there was Kim Taehyung, the best artist and photographer at the school, also, your best friend. These boys were god-like and had an absolutely spotless reputation in the school—and now that you were associated with them, your popularity soon began to rise and almost met their standards. This meant that you were also on a pretty high pedestal and perhaps the one person that almost everyone in the school envied, well aside from Kim Yuha.

Kim Yuha was an absolute goddess in every way shape and form. Perfect figure, perfect face, perfect skin, perfect grades, etc., she was exactly the type of girl that every guy in the school fawned over—as girls wanted to be her and the guys wanted to date her. In your eyes, you couldn’t deny that she was stunning, with her pale skin and flowing black hair, but that wasn’t the main reason that you were envious of her. No, your issues with the girl ran more than just skin deep, instead it was what she was indirectly that surely did piss you off. Lately, she has been hanging around Tae and the other boys more often, always clinging onto Taehyung as the two talked about miscellaneous things. You wouldn’t say that you were jealous, since that was an over exaggeration of the emotion that you were feeling, but it did make your stomach twist and turn and cause your hands to ball up as fists by your side. Usually Yuha and your group of friends ran in two completely different circles, but lately it seems as if those two circles were colliding and it was completely throwing you off balance. Even if you could allow yourself to admit that you disliked what she was doing, you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to hate her. There was this thing about Yuha, and despite her beauty she was not mean and it was absolutely impossible for her to be. She was so sweet that it practically gave you cavities to talk to her, and as much as you tried, there was simply nothing that you could possible hate about her.

Now, in no sense were you implying that Kim Taehyung ever belonged to you, because that was far from the truth. Absolutely, under no circumstances did you harbor any sort of feelings for him or see him as anything than a brother, at least that’s what you have been concealing from the world for the past few years. You weren’t sure when it happened, somehow you had come to realize that the fluttering inside your stomach after seeing him and the the goosebumps that you would get up and down your arms were not standard “best friend behavior.” Instead, something ran deeper than you were letting on, and upon realizing exactly what you were dealing with, you promptly refused to acknowledge it. There was no way that this could possibly be happening to you, Kim Taehyung was your best friend and nothing more—and as much as you willed yourself to believe that statement, it was nothing but a lie. And the situation only seemed to escalate from there. That’s how you found yourself in this situation, staring at the sparkling hazel eyes of your best friend as he just possibly obliterated every chance you had of escaping the friend zone.

“So, you’ll help me, right?” he grinned, flashing his perfect teeth, “Everyone always tells me how amazing at this and with you helping me, there’s no way she can say no.”

You were frozen, standing still as if you were a deer caught in the headlights. He was asking something impossible of you, a request that couldn’t possibly think of fulfilling. He wanted a date and if that wasn’t painful enough, he wanted a date with the most popular girl in the school, Kim Yuha. It felt as if you had been stabbed and to make matters worse, someone was twisting that knife inside of you. You knew what you had to do and made up your resolve right then and there—there was absolutely no way you agree to his request and opted to turn him down in the nicest way possible. Yet, when you looked him in the eyes, your resolve crumbled and you were once again left as a blubbering and stuttering mess. His face was practically beaming, as he stood eagerly awaited your response, and in that moment he looked like the happiest boy in the world—and there was simply no way that you could refuse.

“Of course, that’s what best friends are for,” you smiled, looking up at him. You practically willed yourself not to cry, hoping that he would see your hands shaking, the tears welling up in your ears, or hear how loud your heart was hammering inside your chest. He couldn’t contain his excitement, running up and embracing you in a hug, and for a moment everything was perfect. For a moment you could forget everything that had taken place moments before. Inhaling his scent, you could pretend for a second that he he didn’t just utter those words to you and that everything was going to stay the same. And as you clung onto him for dear life, you could almost picture that he was never going to leave you for another girl.

“Taehyung-ah! If you don’t hurry we’ll be late for Biology!”

And just like that the entire illusion shattered. Speaking of the devil, there at the end of the hall stood Yuha, waving and beckoning for him to follow her. There she stood, with her perfect hair cascading down her shoulders, her perfect hair shining, and her perfect face smiling. Giving you one last squeeze, he waved to her before turning his back on you and walking down the hallway towards her. With one last wave from her, the two of them disappeared down the hallway, shoulders pressed together tightly, as they made their way to the Biology classroom.

As you swallowed the lump inside your throat and took a deep breath, you gathered your belongings and walked into your next class, Chemistry, attempting to stomach the pain that was just inflicted on you. Sitting down at your desk and preparing for the lesson by the teacher, you exhaled a shaky breath, wondering what hell did you just get yourself tangled up in.

Taehyung noticed that something was off immediately, and he did everything in his power to attempt and remedy the situation. On numerous occasions he attempted to ask you about, wondering if there was anything that he could in order to make you feel better and open up to him. Yet every time he did this he would notice the glazed look that would shine in your eyes and how you avoid eye contact, muttering out a hasty excuse before leaving him. It was eating him alive and your expression has been burned into his mind ever since he first saw you wear it. He was helpless in a situation like this, absolutely powerless and unable to help you in any way shape or form.

Then there was the isolation. The two of you have been friends for such a long time and told each other everything, yet these past few days he noticed this void that was forming between the two you. Every time he reached for you it seemed like all you did was pull away and he could feel the fear bubbling from the bottom of his stomach. He couldn’t lose you, that was simply not an option, as he was unwilling to throw away the trials and turmoils that the two of you faced together for some misunderstanding. Despite the fact that he prided himself of telling you everything and how there was no secrets between the two of you, he did have to admit that he was being a hypocrite has been keeping something from you. In his eyes he didn’t see it as anything major or life changing, in fact to put it simply, he had a slight crush on Kim Yuha. She was the one for him, absolutely perfect in every way and someone that he could see himself spending the rest of his life with—well at least, that’s what he assumed till you started ignoring him. From that moment on Taehyung’s mind has been engrossed on one thing and one thing only and that was attempting to make amends and get his best friend back.

Slamming his locker closed, he could see you beginning to make your way down this hallway in order to make it to your English classroom. You took the same route everyday and it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to walk down this hallway, arms brushing, as you conversed about your days before class. So far you hadn’t noticed him, leaning casually against his locker, watching your figure as you approached closer and closer to him. His heart began to race and his hands began to get fidgety inside his pockets; however, as soon as you spotted the softly smiling male, you turned your heels and quickly walked in the other direction. A deep sigh left his lips, as he hit the nearby row of lockers with his fist, in a fit of frustration before turning and walked towards his own class.

For the rest of the morning he was in a slump, some kind of middle ground where he wasn’t exactly his happy and cheerful self, yet he was not depressed or sorrowful—he was just kind of there. And as he plopped his tray down on the lunch table before sitting down and moved a couple bits of his food around with his fork, did the rest of his friends finally speak out.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”

Taehyung’s fork stopped moving as he looked up at Min Yoongi who just spoke. The blond haired male was casually eating his sandwich, while casually leafing through a couple sheets of music, awaiting his answer. Other conversations at the table seemed to have quieted down, the other guys turning to face him and listen in on the main conversation at him. All around him the noise of the cafeteria roared around him, and from where he was sitting he could see you hunched over a couple of textbooks as you scribbled something down in your notebook.

“Honestly, I don’t really know. It’s just that [Y/N] has been ignoring me for the past week and i have no idea what I’ve been doing wrong. I’ve tried to talk to him/her about it but they would just ignore me or walk away, I just want him/her to start talking to me again,” he sighs placing his head in his hands as he rubs his eyes. Unbeknownst to Taehyung, the boys exchanged similar glances, before turning to Yoongi to speak.

“Well, have you done anything to piss [Y/N] off this week?”

“No! And that’s the thing, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, I mean all I asked her to do was help me get a date with Kim Yuha, since [Y/N] is the best matchmaker at the school and I figured that with him/her helping me that I was gauranteed that date, but something doesn’t feel right. I mean he/she has never gotten mad at me before and I didn’t do anything wrong and—” as he continued to justify himself and become even more anxious over the fact that he couldn’t find mistake that he has made, the group of males exchanged another knowing look.

Taehyung was quite the oblivious type, he was not dense per se, but kind of indifferent to the feelings of girls. It was clear to almost everyone that knew both you and him that you harbored a crush on him—well, obvious to everyone except him. An abundance of times you had attempted to drop hints, almost blatantly telling him that you were in love with him; however, he never took the hints. Honestly, the boys felt sympathetic to your cause since you were pinning after him for years, and they believed that deep down inside that Taehyung knew that he loved you too.

“You asked her to help you get a date with Yuha, that’s cruel even for you,” Namjoon sighed, shaking his head. Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed, and gave Namjoon a questioning look.

“What do you mean? [Y/N] does this all the time, I mean I just thought—”

“You thought you would ask your best friend, who you’ve known for years and who cares about you deeply, to help you get a date with another girl,” Jimin prompts, looking up at Taehyung.

“I mean yeah, it’s [Y/N], he/she agreed to help me—they’re my best friend. I mean I can’t do this without him/her—in fact, I can’t do anything without him/her,” he muses, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you sure they’re just your best friend?” Jungkook asks, a small smirk forming on his lips.

For years Taehyung has never hesitated to answer this question which has been posed to him over a thousand times, yet this time he did. Of course [Y/N] was his best friend, but for as many years as he could it seemed as if he attempted to suppress these other emotions building inside of him. Now that was the million dollar question, one that for the past years he has simply refused to answer. For years there have been implications about his relationship with you, deeply personal questions about whether two of you were romantically involved, which he always denied. Only now did he realize that maybe they could have been onto something. He has always had a soft spot for you, something that he always regarded as fondness between two close friends, yet now he was unsure. There was something more between the two and finally today was the day that he sensed it.

Sure every other person that lusted after him made him satisfied—and he wasn’t saying that in an egotistical sense, but he enjoyed the way that they made him feel that maybe he wouldn’t mind settling down and spending the rest of his life with one of them. They would make him feel content, but being content now seemed unsatisfactory to him. He wanted to experience the emotion, the one that everyone in both movies and dramas seemed to experience—the magic, the whirlwind, the whole adventure. And when he pictured his future, besides Bangtan Boys (or what they liked to call themselves) there was only one other constant that he could see in his future, and that was you. He wanted you to be in his life for as long as he lived, only then did he realize that these feelings that be had for you transcended over the boundary of being “just friends”. Goddamn, Kim Taehyung was in love with you.

Upon this realization he stood up, quite dramatically from his seat, drawing the attention of his table and almost the entire lunch room. With his cheeks turning red, he waited until the room became noisy again before pushing in his chair and running towards the exit of the cafeteria—not before shouting a word of thanks to his hyungs and friends.

It was nearly impossible trying to track you down since you seemed to make it your personal mission to avoid him at all costs. He searched up and down every hallway of the school, till spotting you rummaging through your locker. It was a scene that he has seen a million times before, your locker being such a mess that it was near impossible for you to find anything inside of there. Around you were discarded pieces of crumpled loose leaf paper, balls of old worksheets and tests, and random writing utensils. He approaches you cautiously, tapping you gently on the shoulder and raising his arms in the air when you turned around to face him.

You were flustered to say the least, slamming your locker closed as you readjusted the books that you held in your hands. It has been a while since the two of you interacted, as he stood there with his hands in his pockets, tinkering with items within said pockets. This was a first as Kim Taehyung was never nervous, and he was practically quaking in his shoes by talking to you. Perhaps this was a factor for why you did not leave, or perhaps it was the fact that maybe you just missed his company.

“I’m sorry,” he burst out suddenly, “it wasn’t fair of me to ask that of you—”

“—it’s fine,” you cut him off, however he kept speaking.

“—especially when I don’t even like Yuha that much.”

You paused letting his words sink in as questions began to race through your head. He is clearly sick or out of his mind, there was no way that he didn’t have a crush on Kim Yuha—everyone had a crush on Kim Yuha—not to mention that he asked you to set up a date for him with her. Yet, even though you doubted the audensity of his statement, it still gave you a hint of hope that maybe you had a shot with him.

“What do you mean?”

That simple question was the only one that you could come up with, looking up at him and awaiting for his answer. This answer could either make or break you, it would be cruel of him to give you hope just for him to take it away once again. You were unsure if your heart could handle yet another injury inflicted by him, and you were unwilling to be a participant in his cruel and twisted game.

Instead of answering you immediately, he went and grabbed your hand. “I am an idiot, someone who was too blind to see literal perfection standing in front of me. Honestly, I don’t even like Yuha and my feelings for her are nothing in comparison to what I feel for you. I’m sorry for asking that favor of you, it was insensitive and in hindsight so stupid. Can you forgive me?”

So many things were happening in his confession that it was almost difficult for you to process what he was saying. You could only assume that you looked absolutely horrendous standing in front of him with your mouth agape and eyebrows raised. Kim Taehyung the heartthrob of the school, one of the most popular students at the school and your best friend had a crush on you. No, that was impossible, this had to be some sort of cynical and twisted dream. You couldn’t fathom any plausible reason for this to happen as you struggled to cope that this in fact was the truth.

“I don’t think I understand,” you muttered as a faint blush crept up your cheeks.

His angelic laugh filled your ears, a sound that you haven’t heard in such a long time—a sound that you missed. Placing his hands on both sides of your face, he forced you to look him in the eyes. His irises sparkled with that emotion that you have only seen in the eyes of couples that you have helped to matchmake, absolute love and pure admiration. “Do I have to spell it out for you? You know, for someone who is skilled in matchmaking, you sure are clueless when it comes to your own love life,” he chuckled, “It took me a while to finally realize and for that I apologize, but I love you not Kim Yuha nor anyone else, just you, [Y/N] [L/N].”

Taehyung glanced at you with a hopeful look in his eyes as you could feel your whole body fill with warmth. Grabbing the collar of his shirt you pulled him down to your height and placed a kiss on his lips, You could feel his arms move till they were around your waist, as his lips began move with yours. When the two of you moved apart from each other, there were stars shining in both of your eyes.

“And I love nobody else but you, Kim Taehyung.”

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goldenscript · 7 years

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stand the rain | pt. 1

↳ chapters: one | two (final)

pairing: lee taeyong | reader genre: bodyguard au / fluff, a sprinkle of angst word count: 8,648 description: for someone who has only ever known the feeling of physical pain in its most potent form, Lee Taeyong has never known love and all its treasures (and emotional pains) up until his most recent assignment: you. author's note: this was made out of love for my two biggest taeyong lovers: @jungnoir and @workofteaguk 💓 i love you guys!

→ inspired by this rendition of new edition’s can you stand the rain! give it a listen while you read (i had it on replay as i wrote this ehe)~

By the seaside where dusk has finally broken past the peach and magenta hues, Lee Taeyong finds himself in contemplation over a matter that has long since been one of his biggest concerns in life—love. Akin to just a foreign concept, he is lost in its waves in more ways than just one. In truth, he hasn’t been in love for a very long time.

It’s probably been even longer since he can last recall ever uttering those three little words to anyone else aside from his mother but even that was over a year ago. It isn’t that he’s never been in love nor is he adversed to the concept of falling in love either. It’s just that his job and the many lives that have come across in it take up more time and effort than half of his quarter-year relationships that never went farther than fleeting touches and passing kisses. And honestly, he’s never really worked up that kind of nerve to tell someone he loves them. Partially out of fear and out of logic.

To love someone is to essentially put their heart in your hands and put their lives there too. It isn’t just a physical unison but something that of an emotional one. If he can’t match the wavelength of his partner’s feelings, is it even worth putting himself through anything that could lead to pain? Of course, this isn’t the hardest feat considering he protects lives for a living wage; after all, he lives to protect and to ensure the safety of his assignments. But it’s a far cry from doing the same with a significant other. There are moments where he doesn’t even know what’s going to happen next, where there are nights that go on and blend into even more days and sometimes even weeks. He’s a thorough worker with one of the best reputations at Neo, because of that, he’s constantly in danger.

His job is more than just wielding a gun and walking around a compound at thirty-minute intervals. He’s literally been assigned the life of another person, and if he screws up even in the slightest then it’s on him. Even the thought of failing his charge sends a shudder down his spine. He could probably live with severing ties with a significant other, but the loss of a life? He couldn’t possibly live with that so he could essentially live without love. Anyway, love in itself is meant to be happy.

He’s supposed to provide his partner with happiness. The kind that comes with soft touches, with loving remarks, and with a future that didn’t have them on their toes every other minute of everyday because life and living is never truly guaranteed. At the least, when you love someone it’ll be easier when you’re not constantly praying that you make it another day.

In a way, this is what’s gotten him through his job, knowing that when he finds love, they’ll be a sunbeam to the darkness he’s enlisted himself into. It’s funny to think about on a job, but with the whispers of the waters in front of him and getting off early thanks to you (and you to some degree), he can’t help but contemplate now.

There comes a scrapping of the chair beside him that breaks into the crashing of waves a few yards away, he snaps away from trance and finds you looking at him with kind smile and steaming mugs in your hands. He can’t deny just how sweet you look with your large sweater keeping away the cool air and the way your hair is tied away from your bare-faced visage. Not many get the privilege of seeing such a sight, so he can’t help but log it into the recesses of his mind because you’re truly a sight to behold.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask, sliding over one towards him. He immediately breaks the brief eye contact just to stare at the contents. “It’s just tea. I didn’t know if you took coffee this late.”

“Thank you,” he gives a nod, accepting it with a tentative sip. It’s earl grey with a hint of milk and honey, a divine concoction that has him secretly taking a deeper sip. Yours isn’t as light as his, and it makes him feel a little flushed to know that you paid attention to his taste buds.

It hasn’t even been that long ago since he received your request for his services. (Approximately fours weeks, but who’s counting? Certainly not him.) That Tuesday morning, a few of his colleagues had stared at him wide-eyed and mouths ajar because a celebrity like yourself hand chose him to be part of your security personnel. It wasn’t anything new, really, but it did catch him off guard to see even Johnny a little miffed at him for his new job assignment. Apparently, your status as a rising star was enough to set everyone on unease but Taeyong’s superiors didn’t see any issue with him taking on the assignment.

Among the many clients that have stumbled along his way, you’re different. Between being the closest one to his age to being the nicest celebrity he’s worked with so far, it just strikes him how close the two of you have gotten so easily. The way you seem to pick up on certain things about him always made him feel a little flustered and the occasional times you’d let him off the clock sooner than necessary always seemed to make him feel too many things that he didn’t understand. And it’s not like he has feelings for you, but there’s definitely a fondness beginning to bloom. He normally wouldn’t linger any longer than he had to unless there was a threat but your beachside home was as safe as most homes came.

He finished patrolling your house about a half-hour ago, thoughts floating around his mind that came with being on the beach. It brought him back to times that felt a little more simple than toting a gun and daily perimeter checks. When he was younger, he loved the idea of love. He embraced it, accepted it, and most of all, he hoped for it so ardently that it made others laugh because how much of a hopeless romantic could he be?

From their responses, they all seemed to know some ultimate truth about the revelation that comes with prioritizing another human being besides one’s self. They would tell him that love isn’t a fairytale, that it isn’t going to be simple but watching his parents showed him how effortless it was. Perhaps not always because dark times are always bound to happen but love made it better for the most part. He remembers how whenever his mother was upset, his father brought her flowers and told her sweet affirmations that things would be okay and that he loved her and then she was smiling again. She would smile real huge and it made Taeyong feel so warm and so complete because it showed him that love could do wonders. It could turn cloudy days into sunny ones, and although he hasn’t been through that feeling like them, he still clings to the belief that if love is akin to anything (as foreign of concept as it could be) then it is akin to sunshine because that’s what peeks through all the rain.

“Shy?” you prod once again, glancing at him with a small smile curved on your lips. “M’sorry if it seems like I’m being nosy. You just seem… bothered.”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about that,” he answers and sets the mug down. He takes this moment to meet your searching eyes. A part of him wondering why it matters to you so much, but another part of him is curious to hear a second opinion on the matter. It’s been a good amount of time spent with you, and compared to most, he feels at ease enough to talk to you about certain things. “Well, what do you think of love? How do you see it?”

“Love?” you blink, nodding slowly. The mug in your hands remains knitted between your fingers and the makeshift paws of your sweater. He doesn’t expect a concrete answer considering it’s just one of those topics that have no sure answer, but more individualistic interpretations. It’ll always be open and confusing, but he doesn’t mind talking about it sometimes. It makes it easier to understand that way. “I guess what it isn’t is just sunshine and rainbows. It’s not easy or relenting. If anything, it’s hard as hell and very complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

You take a thoughtful pause, setting the mug down onto the table. He turns to look at you completely this time, brows drawn so far upwards he feels out of character. Usually he’s composed and unemotional, but hearing that answer makes him feel a little stab to what he had just conceived earlier.

Drawing your legs to your chest, you stare off toward the waves as you respond, “Well, love isn��t supposed to be easy. Maybe during the honeymoon phase or the puppy love stage or whatever, really, it’s difficult y’know? Like you already know how hard it is to have another person’s life in yours hands. Loving someone is almost the same, but the difference it’s more than protecting them, it’s showing them care and seeing them as a priority. You’re investing your time and effort into another person but the people you fall for may not be the best one. You get hits and misses, it just takes a lot more misses to get a good hit.”

Instead of speaking, he actually watches as your gaze floats somewhere far away as you continue your small spiel, “A lot of people tend to say that it’s the sun peeking between the clouds, warming you from a cold, rainy day. But I think love is being able to withstand the rain with the person you love. It’s pushing through struggles instead trying to shield them or protect from all the bad things because bad things happen all the time. When you try to hide those things, it makes harder to deal with them later on. So… yeah. I think love is the rain, if anything.”

He takes a moment to think with the information you’ve just told him. It’s nothing new, per say, food for thought for sure. He always seen the rain as something negative, so it’s interesting to hear a different spin on it. He admits, “I see it as sunshine like showing that person that you’ll be there for them. My dad has always been like that with mom, so I guess just picked that up.”

You break your stare on the waves, turning towards him right as his gaze is trained back on the darkened beach. He can feel your stare but from his peripheral he can tell that there is no malice or judgement directed at him. “That’s understandable. We often pick up ideals from observation anyway.” You say in a softer voice, breaking the casual atmosphere, “My parents haven’t been around for a while so I just learned from the world around me.”

He doesn’t press the topic and you don’t say anything further, allowing a silence to sit above you two. It isn’t quite awkward as it is heavy because love is a hard topic for people. It’s nothing short of unpredictability and expectations, sometimes even more than just expression but also action. It’s hard, as you said, and he sees how complicated it can be as he thinks back to those old flames that once elicited flutters in his chest. He’s not sure he was ever able to bridge the gap when the anxiety of his job has always gotten in the way.

“Have you ever been in love?” he asks, wondering if maybe you understood that struggle too. If duty came before fun for you as well.

A small, fond smile curves on your lips as you nod, “Very long time ago. You?”

“Not really,” he shakes his head. “Work first, y’know?”

“I can definitely relate,” you laugh softly. “It’s hard balancing the two but you’re a good guy, I think the right one will come and it’ll fall into place.”

He’s flattered that you think so, he makes no other mention to continue down that topic besides an expression of gratitude. Even just sitting here and talking to you sets his contemplations to some ease. It’s different to open up but he’s grateful that he can with you. To talk about love and its perks despite all the setbacks as someone who has more obligation than time for fun, it makes him consider the possibility that love is both sunshine and rain because wouldn’t that make sense? Couldn’t someone be there to stand with their love in the rain and couldn’t they provide the umbrella too? Doesn’t it… just matter if it’s the right one you’re standing beside?

The sudden influx of thoughts strikes his mind and he decides to share: “Perhaps seeing love in both ways: sunshine and rain helps. It’s like saying love has its ups and downs, but it’s worth it when the right person comes along.”

“That’s true… yeah.” You muse, grabbing hold of your now empty mug, “Love is sunshine and rainfall.”

The brilliant sky from earlier has finally gone down, sunken behind the flowing waves where an iridescent darkness is littered with twinkling specks. A beautiful sight in itself even as the wind begins to pick up.

“Well, it’s getting late. I should let you go to bed.” He rises from his seat, finishing off the rest of his tea. He feels a lot lighter now that he’s had that talk, and truthfully he feels a little closer to you now. He manages a faint smile as he says, “Thanks, Miss L/N.”

You reach over for his mug, rising as well. “You can call me Y/N, Mister—”

“—Taeyong, remember?” he pipes up, the corners of his lips aching to deepen. It’s still taking time getting used to forgoing formalities with a client, but considering the two of you are both the same age, he doesn’t quite mind it so much. He likes the way your name falls past his lips, and he does like hearing you saying his.

“Right, Taeyong,” you laugh, taking a step backwards. “No problem. I’m always open ears. Have a great night, okay? We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah… I’ll see you tomorrow, Mis—I mean Y/N.” His straight face settles in as he watches you lock the porch door and wave at him. At the least he manages to wave at you before the curtains fall and shield any outsiders from viewing any part of your kitchen.

As his hand falls and he begins walking back around the perimeter for a final check, he can’t help but notice the squeezing sensation encompassing his heart. His cheeks flare up in a light dust of pink and that smile he fought earlier makes it way back on his lips as he begins to think back to the conversation you two shared.

He can’t wait for tomorrow—7 AM call time and all—and little does he know that he’s not the only one.

Over the course of those first four week and now the onslaught of another four, Taeyong has come to understand you better than most of your fansites. Of course, it is his job to understand you as your bodyguard. But there are some things that he doesn’t necessarily need to know that he has come to know in just observing and spending almost every waking day with you.

There are the necessary need to knows like what kinds of foods you can and can’t eat, who are the kinds of people you surround yourself with, where do you like to go so he can accompany you, and all sorts of other personal things that could possibly save you in the long run. Then there are the “unnecessary” things that he just couldn’t help but note in the back of his mind like how you tend to keep everything in your home neat for the sake of your own sanity, how you like to drink your coffee from your Keurig than any other coffee shop, and even how you’re actually unabashed to sharing your opinions or even calling out injustice when it happens.

It’s all a refreshing change from the countless CEOs and few celebrities that have been under his watch who aren’t quite like you, being this close makes him feel like he’s doing a better job than ever before and having the ability to freely communicate with you takes away a good chunk of stress because you don’t hide anything. You tell him where you want to go or who you’re hanging out with; hell, you even invite him to come along even when he’s not on duty. It’s different and kind of out of protocol, but truthfully, he has a good time spending most of his working (and non-working) hours with you.

He also knows how much you absolutely abhor interviews, solely for the questions they send your way because it’s never quite about the movie or the latest charity event you’ve done. It’s almost always more about who you’re going to the movie premiere with and what you’re wearing and if your role was even necessary as a female character, which is nothing less than a nuisance when you’re just trying to provide well-desired information for your fans but at least you have Twitter to help you out instead.

Even more so, he knows just how much you hate press parties too, especially the ones targeting older generations because more than half of the time, they’re often ragging on you for God-only-knows what. It’s even become an expected occurrence to see you meet his eyes from afar with an expression that intermingles exasperation and irritation from the sheer animosity that ensues during any sort of event that only grinds your gears further.

In some cases when he passes you by and he feels you give his forearm a squeeze, he can’t help but feel a smile ghosting on his lips and it takes a lot in him to regain that previous composure. And in other cases, he can see the visible discomfort and plea for assistance that has him flying over in an instant to keep any invaders at bay. Usually his approach is more than enough to keep them away, and that makes him very happy.

This night is nothing different than the other press parties you’ve been required to attend. It’s boring as ever, and you’re looking pained just standing around as everyone else seems to float around the room with pointless conversations. You look absolutely stunning as usual, even as you’re making a small (adorable) pout, you manage to catch his eye out of everyone else in the room. It barely takes even the slightest eye contact to pass between the two of you before he comes over as if beckoned forth.

“Must you smile at my pain?” you ask him, happily breaking conversation with a pair of older women who have long since gotten over their discussion with you. The sight of Taeyong have them lingering for another moment before they depart and giggle to themselves.

He pointedly ignores them and shrugs at you, feeling his cheekbones become more and more prominent as he attempts to bat away the gesture (though he’s probably failing). “M’not! I’m just enjoying myself,” he says simply. He’s scanning the area once again, feeling a little nervous under your scrutiny. He feels silly trying to hide from you considering he doesn’t have anything to hide, really, but he keeps an eye trained at the large group in the center of the penthouse that seemed to be dancing.

“Liar,” you huff, poking his chest with a small smile that he doesn’t miss from the corner of his eye. “Well, everyone’s finally left me be. Wanna leave?”

He blinks at you, following your steps backwards past the mini bar by stepping forward.

“C’mon! No one’s gonna miss us, and I know you’re dying to get out of here too.”

He’s certain that leaving early isn’t against protocol, considering you two have left venues earlier than expected anyway. A part of him is only disappointed because that usually means an early night and he’ll just be home, probably training or checking in with the trainees at the agency. It’s not much, but that’s the reason why he relishes in long nighttime events. Plus, as weird as this is to admit, he enjoys the long nights out with you. It’s only been a few weeks into his job with you but it’s become more and more enjoyable as time passes.

“C’mon,” you say, taking his wrist into your grasp. He wants to hold his breath, maybe that’ll stop the incessant beating of his heart. “I don’t want to go home but there’s a place I’d like to go see with you.”

His eyes go wide for a brief moment and it truly feels like his heart might fall out of his chest. It’s hardly even the touch of warmth pressing into his skin or the fact that this is the first time someone’s held his hand since middle school, but it’s glaringly clear that you are affecting him. He doesn’t even know how or why and he has no semblance of an idea of what to say in response to your inquisitive eyes boring into his like a reader skimming the letters on a page of their favorite book.

Instead of speaking he gives a slight nod, going along with the sudden force tugging him forth. Behind him the elevator doors closed and the rustling of your coat sits on your shoulders. You look at him with eyes so blown-out and a smile so wide, he feels amicable at the very sight. It’s an odd sensation in his chest, much like that night on the beach when you two talked about love, and this time he can’t shake it off his chest.

He lets you lead him toward the car, allowing you to take the driver’s seat as you look forward, already beginning to drive to wherever the destination is. “Ready?”

“Where are we going?” he asks, watching as the city streets begin to melt away and turn into the freeway flying past the two of you.

You barely look at him, halting the tune you’ve been humming to simply reply, “A special place.”

Although you two have spent enough time together to pass as friends, there are still things he doesn’t know about you and you him, and this was most definitely something new to him. He doesn’t mind that he doesn’t know everything all at once. It’s enough for him to sit and watch, doing his job and getting to know someone as interesting as you, because with every passing day, he’s come to find every aspect enjoyable, even when you’re groaning at him on bad mornings.

He finds his own resolve waning, keeping all his emotions at bay has become incredibly tough. His need to keep a straight face and complete composure on a job has begun to get harder and harder in your presence. For reasons unknown to him, you’ve just managed to do that to him. Even dragging him out to God knows where, he can’t help but be enthralled at the sense of adventure that he often associates with you.

You’re driving toward the familiar path to your home, the curving pathway that takes the two of you away from the main area of the beaches. He knows the way here by heart, feeling his brows knit together in slight confusion since he pretty certain he had seen every nook and cranny of your home and its close proximity by your coaxing and his own protocol.

“Your special place is your home?” he asked, looking over at you as the car comes to a complete stop.

“Well, yes and no,” you laughed, exiting the vehicle and waiting for him to do the same.

“Huh?” He shuts the door behind him, watching as you scurry toward your backyard. He follows suit and doesn’t miss you going inside for a brief moment.

You return without the large coat on your shoulders and with a six-pack of Blue Moon in one hand and a pair of sandals in the other. “Obviously my home is my safe haven,” you say, shoving them on as you begin to trudge through the sand and toward a path away from the beach shores. “But this place is even more special, so c’mon, slowpoke!”

The detour takes you both up a rising incline atop the small cliff that overhangs the dark, inky waters below. The ground itself is fairly smooth so he doesn’t have too many worries about you possibly falling over. He has no doubt that you’ve done this plenty of times before from the way you’re trekking upwards with ease. It’s not too bad for him, but he feels relief when you plop down onto a flat rock a few meters from the edge.

He takes a seat by you when prompted and he feels the condensation of the beer in his palm as soon as his leg brushes against yours. He hold back from opening it until you nudge his arm with your shoulder.

“S’fine, Taeyong, you’re off duty!” You wink at him, cracking yours open; thus, prompting him to do the same. You hold it out to him instead of drinking it immediately, and he shakily taps his can against yours despite how much his brain and heart are screaming at him for it. He doesn’t even know why you brought him out here or why you wanted to show him this place. Of course, he doesn’t mind but you did say this was a special place after all.

“Wondering why I brought you here?” you asked with an amused smile, raising a brow at him. “It’s written all over your face.”

He nods, running a hand through his hair. He takes another swig, allowing the alcohol to course through his body. “I mean it’s special, so why me?”

You shrug, looking away as you replied. “‘Cuz you’re special to me. I mean we’re friends, right?”

He nods, “Yeah, I’d like to thinks so too. I just didn’t expect to get an invite since I’m also your bodyguard too. Unless you wanted protection from falling.”

“Too late for that,” you mutter lightly under your breath.

He tilts his head at you, “What was that?”

You shake your head, “I-I’ve fallen at this place before so y’know too late!” There’s an off way to the way you explained yourself but he can’t quite deny that you probably fallen on this small cliff considering how steep it can be. He just feels an undoubtable contentment as he continues to sit beside you, just drinking beers, and staring up at the night sky decorated with twinkling stars in the far distance.

“Well, it’s really nice here,” he says, leaning back onto his free arm. “This place is full of surprises. This was in plain sight.”

You smile, nodding lightly. When he glances over at you, he can see a peaceful demeanor wash over your features. You might’ve been enjoying yourself at the party, but the sight he’s seeing is way beyond the plastered-on smile you were sporting around those other celebrities. This revelation makes him feel a little happy to know that he can still see you in your purest form, even when he is protecting you.

“Yeah, I was exploring around when I moved here and I found this place. I came here that first night and I fell in love because you can see everything just by the moonlight.” You tip your head back to take another deep swig, the semi-empty can sloshing on the free space to your other side. “Thank you for coming. It makes me happy that you enjoy this place too.”

His own can is left astray on his free side, leaving his brain to wander as he becomes completely aware of just how little space there is between the two of you. With the oceanside breeze floating across the peak a little more than before, your shoulder brushes against his arm, probably trying to siphon the warmth he’s sure to be radiating with the suit jacket adorning his body. He doesn’t mind and he’s certain that his brain just losing any and all forms of that resolve because he leans away from you and shrugs off the jacket to place on your shoulders.

When you glance at him sheepishly, he waves off the apology ready to fall past your lips. “Nah, I’m fine. We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, y’know.”

You say softly, “Thank you, Taeyong. You do so much for me, and I appreciate every single bit of it.”

“Yeah, of course, it’s my job.” He muses aloud, not quite liking the way it sounds falling past his lips, because not everything he does for you technically falls under protocol. Most of the time he does things for you just because he wants to, but he doesn’t say any of that, he just lets you lean against him with his jacket on. It makes his heart thunder and he just hopes to God that you don’t hear when you’re so damn close.

After a moment, he mutters, “And, I want to… I like taking care of you.”

You look up at him, a wide grin on your lips that has him momentarily starstruck. “Good, it may be your job to protect but I’m glad that you like it anyway.”

He nods, looking over at the skipping waves and hoping that the moon’s beams doesn’t highlight the rouge blooming across his cheeks. He doesn’t understand why he seems to get so flustered with you and how easily you could be so straightforward, but he can’t help but enjoy it regardless of how embarrassed it can make him. It’s nice to feel like comfortable with someone, and for some reason, he can’t help but think that there really wasn’t anyone else that he’d want to feel this way with.

You two remain there, drinking beers for a few more hours. It’s pretty casual with conversations about how filming has been going for the newest, well-awaited film and how he’s been helping out some of the trainees at Neo. Each anecdotes falls past your lips without much thought, and it’s nothing different than more than half of the mornings you two have shared in long car rides exchanging stories about all yours and his favorites and least favorites, even funny stories from days past. Even when so little time has passed, he feels like he knows you as well as your best friend and it’s not an exaggeration either.

He goes home that night after getting into the cab you called for him, laying in bed with his cheeks still burning from all the laughter and smiling he did with you. He remembers every detail of your visage underneath the moonlight. The way your eyes lit up and narrowed when he teased you over to the way your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. He can’t forget how much you pressed yourself against him, leaning your head against his shoulder as the stars looked down at the two of you. Even as he shuts his eyes, hoping to chase some hours of slumber, he can’t erase any of the past few hours or ignore how much his heart can’t seem to shut up.

Even after that night and the ones that blend seamlessly afterwards into weeks, he can’t forget that night. You’re still there when he’s home, when he’s at the gym, when he’s at the agency with the trainees, hell, you’re still there even when he sees you in the morning. He can’t seem to shake you away, and it baffles him so much because so little time has passed and yet you remain right there.

How is it that you could etch yourself so effortlessly into the forefronts of his mind?

Since that night at your special place (now a place you considered both his and yours), you two have made it a habit of leaving parties early just for a cold six-pack and staring up at the stars or at the movies playing on your television screen. Either way, Taeyong truthfully has come to relish in these impromptu hangouts. They’re nothing like the first night though he holds it very near and dear to his heart and his brain refuses to let him forget it either. These intimate moments for the two of you are ones that he can’t help but look forward to especially seeing how happy you are when you convince him to stay a while longer each time.

It’s those smiles and the puppy-like pouts that clench his heart, making his eyes go wide momentarily before he acquiesces to you, because he can never really tell you no anymore (not that he’s ever really tried). You’re all that consumes his mind nowadays, literally and figuratively, because you’re all he really sees and when he tries to compose himself into the back of his own mind, you’re there to take him back to moments you two have shared, whether it’s what you said to him a few nights ago or something completely unimportant like getting new coffee grounds or a new perfume (which he didn’t agree with because he likes the scent of jasmine and bergamot on you).

Everything up until now has been akin to the warmth of the sun, setting ablaze to his skin the beams of your energy and affection. It’s nothing like holding his hand or kissing his cheek though he’s come to realize that he wouldn’t dislike either of those things from you, it’s the subtle moments like the brush of your hand or the grip on his wrist as you’re dragging him toward a shop or across a venue because everyone else is getting too close to either of you. He feels himself slipping into your own little world, where safety and comfort welcome him, and you’re smiling at him with mischief glinting in the corner of your eyes because even though he’s supposed to be your employee, you treat him like a close friend and you’re unabashed to showing it too.

Today feels like no different from the way you cling to his arm on the way to the event. He feels your own tremors calming when he opens his hand to you and your fingers interlock with his own. His own visage betrays his emotions, but neither of you make any mention of it. It’s a habit the two of you have in doing, but not discussing his own feelings is a blessing all on its own because if you did, the only thing that they part his lips is the very fact that you look absolutely stunning. All dolled up to a perfection in a cerise gown that encapsulated you in a water of soft silk, hugging you in all the right places. At the least, the recollection of that moment he saw you walking out of your home with your stylist following close behind to fuss over the train and the weight of your hand in his are both enough to distract him just a little bit.

As normal as tonight is supposed to play out, with prospects of a movie and beer like always, Taeyong feels uneasy. Something’s gnawing at the back of his mind and his gut is pinging like an emergency alarm, but he can’t quite place what’s going to happen and the only thing he can really do is make sure the danger is minimized as much as possible.

The event itself is an extravagant and well-thought out after party for its partygoers, all decorated and set to the theme of the movie you were invited to the premiere of. All of which would be enough to capture your attention for an hour or two before you’re flagging him down to take the two of you back home, where you can kick of your heels and lounge around in a pair of sweats and kick back with him, beers and probably some take-out food settled on the coffee table between the two of you. He smiles at the thought, hoping the rest of the party goes by smoothly. It’s a far-fetched thought, but his doubts only stem from the fact that the venue itself is set in the heart of the city with a press coverage bigger than the previous parties you attended. And most things that were unknown and uncertain often lead to a mishap or two, but he hopes it’s only as far as you possibly breaking a heel than anything too serious.

You look over at him with knitted brows and a stroke of your thumb catches his attention. “You okay?”

He blinks, giving a slight nod. “It’s a big venue so I’m just ner… It’s a big venue so y’know.”

His cheeks are burning more than ever because how can he just admit that he’s nervous? He’s your bodyguard, after all.

You laugh, giving his hand a squeeze, “You and me both. This is my first time too, so stay close yeah?”

“You sure you want me cramping your style?” he tries to joke, still grateful that you didn’t call him out. “We don’t have to go if you’re feeling that uneasy.”

“Eh, I mean… it can’t be that bad right? Just an hour won’t hurt,” you say after a moment. You refrain from biting your lip to avoid ruining the deep red matte lipstick adorning your lips, highlighting more than he can probably handle, but he takes that moment to nod. It’s your call, after all. “Hour-half tops, so if I exceed that just gimme a tap and we’ll dip for chicken and beer, yeah?”

“Alright,” he says with a half-smile. the two of you both know he probably wouldn’t, but that’s only because the last thing he wants to do is take you away from your fun despite the countless times you’ve told him that he’s free to.

The car comes to a halt and the drivers comes out to let the two of you out. Your hand gives his a final squeeze before slipping away. With a faint smile on your lips, you watch him exit the vehicle and promptly join him after you maneuver out carefully.

He feels funny as you begin to walk ahead, watching as you begin to pose and smile for the flashing lights and the snapshots. It isn’t like he isn’t used to staying by the sidelines and watching from a distance but the odd pit in his stomach just reminds him on the stark contrasts between the two of you. Watching from this far and only following at a metered distance truly finalizes the fact that he’s merely your employee and not anything more than that, and he’s reminded that even with the weight of your hand still pressed against his that he’ll always be a few steps behind.

He tries not to mind this revelation so much; after all, it’s his job to keep you safe and nothing more. Instead of dwelling so much on the weight in his heart, he steels his nerves to brace for whatever’s causing the squeezing of his stomach. His mind floats away from the beauty of your visage and the warmth of your hands to accessing the rest of the ballroom because no matter how much he enjoys the way it seemed to fit so perfectly in his, he needed to keep the danger away. He scans each of the corners of the room, does his best to watch any of the people surround you, and talks with the other guards standing alongside him, who only confirm that the ballroom itself is airtight from any unwanted visitors.

You catch his eye from across the room mid-twirl in front of your friends and send a small smile his way, which he returns in the faintest way possible. His cheeks burn on their own accord, and it’s no real surprise anymore. But it burns even hotter as your friends disperse with giggles and you’re left alone to send one gesture his way.

One flick of your finger and he comes running, meeting you halfway as you saunter forth.

“Done already?” he asks, brows knitting together. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling even wider. Tilting your head at him with a glint of concern washing over the hues, he feels even more embarrassed. “Plus, you look bothered… what’s up?”

Shit—! Was he really that obvious?

You’re probably laughing at the dumbfounded look on his face, and it has him knitting his brows together. “Is it really that obvious?”

You nod, cheekbones prominent more than ever. “It’s written all over your face actually.”

“Oh…” He scratches the back of his head, giving a small nod. Why was he even surprised? You always have a knack for reading him. “Well, you don’t have to leave just because of me.”

You give him a playfully incredulous look before shaking your head, “S’okay! The party’s not that great anyway. It’s just a bonus that you wanna go too.”

He doesn’t look convinced at all, but you nod fervently.

“You’re sure?”

Rolling your eyes at him, you grab a hold of his wrist and begin to lead him out of the large crowd of well-dressed people in a bit of a flurry.

Faces pass in blurs but he can see their brows drawn upwards at the sight of you holding onto him. A few murmurs follow the two of you outside, but it’s nothing short of inquiries about who he is and why you’re leaving with him. It surprises him how much you don’t care about those things, usually rumors like those spread like wildfire and not many people appreciate those sorts of things with friends, let alone with their bodyguard. But he reminds himself that this is you after all, and out of most people, you’re far from being like that. You don’t worry about who everyone thinks you’re with because you know what you’re doing and you’re not afraid to state it either, even in the face of paparazzi.

The side exit of the hotel isn’t as full of those camera-wielding space invaders as the front or the back, each of them trying to catch a glimpse of what’s going on inside and who’s with who. And it seems you’re no exception with the few that actually manage to spot you over him and the workers collecting the keys of the vehicle you had sent over.

As the employees of the hotel attempt to complete your request, a few of the men from across the main hall make their way over, shouting questions in their wake about who he is, why you’re leaving with him, and where you’re going. Of course, you don’t seem to necessarily mind the sight of you and him together but he does. He wants them to leave you alone, so he pulls his wrist away from your hand and uses his body to shield you from their view like he’s been trained to do.

You stiffen for a moment from the sudden close proximity, his own body pressing against yours but you ease up as he gestures toward the now opening double doors. His previous anxieties fade to the back of his mind, the only thing on his mind is getting you out of the building without further complications. Instead of lingering any longer, he coaxes you to start walking and you manage to do so whilst carrying the train of your gown.

He keeps close while the manager does his best in blocking off your other side from the intrusive flash, hollering over the questions getting thrown your way to reach his employees in doing better at barricading the others off.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion, discordant sounds thrumming as the two of you stumble onto the street and the weight of someone’s elbows come bearing down blows in a messy attempt to capture the scene. He takes the sharp digs, flexing his muscles and giving an outward shove before roughly calling over his shoulder, “Watch it!”

There’s a distant “Hey!” but he doesn’t stop to look back, nor does he care how that may look because it’s your safety first. He doesn’t even care for the amount of sharp digs and pressing cameras keep coming. The only time he truly feels relief is when you’ve safely made it into the passenger seat, and he can finally jog over to the driver’s side, aiming a pointed glare at the men in his way.

“Move,” he commands gruffly, lips pulled into a thin line. He looks over at you briefly but your eyes are completely trained on the dashboard and he swears he sees a tremor overtake the red waves. His brows furrow even further as his gaze flickers back to the two camera wielders stare at him with smirks gracing their lips.

They open their mouths to call out to him, probably ask another one of their stupid questions but he only maintains his steady expression. They only remain there for a moment despite the urging of the staff to vacate immediately, because he takes one step in their direction (his destination) and they’re suddenly staggering back.

As he enters the car, the manager bow with remorseful eyes. “I-I am so sorry, please tell Miss L/N that we take full responsibility for this incident.”

Taeyong sighs, looking over at you with a oang in chest as you move your focus from the dashboard to your hands. He meets the manager’s eyes with a small nod, “Thank you for your help. Have a good night alright? Please keep everyone else safe from suffering the same thing.”

“Y-yes sir,” the salt-and-pepper-haired man bows once again, turning to yell a few more orders at the staff while one of the young valets clears the way for your vehicle to leave. The rest of the paparazzi have evacuated though quite a few still linger in the corners of the hotel’s vicinity where “private property” jurisdictions don’t matter, and he feels his own grip on the steering wheel tighten.

He turns to look at you, noting all the ways in which you’re practically shivering and distant-eyed, and the only thing he can say is, “Are you alright?”

You blink and look up at him, flashing a weak smile before giving a small nod. “Y-yeah, don’t worry. Just a lil’ frazzled… c-can we go now?”

“R-right,” he chokes a little, but before he puts his seat belt on and starts the engine, he shrugs off his suit jacket and places it on your lap. You hold it close, bringing it around the seat belt and over your shoulders as he begins the drive back home.

The drive should’ve been easy and simple as per usual, but even on the road Taeyong suddenly becomes all too aware of the gnawing in his stomach, where the pit seems to flip flop and move from side to side, as if to tell him that the encounter with the paparazzi was nothing more than child’s play.

It’s a quiet drive as you both make it out of the city with little to no worries, and the only thing that passes between the two of you is the soft hum of breathing on both ends. He feels himself shift uneasily as he takes the exit out of the cityscape and onto the freeway where the forty-minute drive awaits the two of you.

The bright lights shining behind the two of you don’t seem to get farther with the distance or the fifty mile-per-hour he’s coaxing the car into; in fact, it feels like it’s getting closer and closer, with at least two other shining sets to back it up.

Are they following us?

His eyes narrow ever-so-slightly as they seem to get closer until one of the sets signals for an early exit toward an urban town. A small breath slips past his lips, only to stop short when he sees a flash come from your side of the car and a small flash of a man’s silhouette fades with the brief light.

You look over at him with furrowed brows, “Taeyong?”

He doesn’t say a word, attempting to keep his option in the lanes open. He considers taking the far left one with the other cars whizzing by, that would put a huge distance between the two of you and the possible followers. But is it really them?

He tells you to check if they’re taking photos of you, but it turns out it’s just someone playing on their phone.

“What’s going on?” you ask, looking at him with visible worry etched on your features.

“I thought it was them,” he admits, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry if I scared you.”

You shake your head, “s’okay… thanks.” Your hold around his jacket tighten as you admit, “This has never happened to me before, so… sorry freezing up back there.”

His heart clenches and not in its usual jovial way, and it makes him feel a little helpless that he can’t do much as you two drive. Even so, he’s not sure what he can do physically with the obvious distance in friendship and whatever came after that. He’s not quite sure how he feels for you in that way, but he knows that he cares enough to want to do something.

He’s not good at consolation, but he tries for you because from the corner of his eye he can see you need it now more than ever.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says softly. “Those paps are jerks, and I’m sorry we couldn’t make our exit smoother.”

“It’s my fault,” you whisper. “I figured if we left early then no one would really care, but they did… and you probably got hurt.”

Fuck, you saw? He shakes his head, looking back so he can change lanes.

“I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

You don’t say anything besides a mere “oh,” but he doesn’t blame you for not knowing what to say. He honestly just wants to get you home safe and call it a night, so anything in between doesn’t really matter until then. He just continues driving until the exit comes up, usually an irritable sudden stop that catches most people off guard if they aren’t careful.

You showed him how to maneuver it the first time you had him drive you home, and he’s remembered to brace himself for it every single time because it still scares him from time to time. But it isn’t fucking up the stop that causes his stomach to drop, it’s the sudden sensation of being pushed forward.

“Fuck,” He glances over at the rearview mirror, squinting at the glare of the headlights. They’re closer than ever, and he sees a flash focused on the now dented bumper and the faint glow of the men he almost dealt with earlier. Under his breath, he huffs, “Fuckfuckfuck.”

You look at him with your hands on the dashboard and eyes fully blown. Your voice only augmenting as you see him speed up down the opposite path to your house, “What? Why?”

He lets out a deep sigh, glancing at the mirror once more before saying with certainty: “We’re being followed.”

#taeyong scenarios #taeyong fluff #taeyong fanfic #taeyong angst #taeyong au #nct 127 scenarios #nct u scenarios #nct 127 au #nct 127 fluff #nct u fluff #nct 127 fanfic #nct u fanfic #taeyong x reader #emswriting

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rpf-bat · 7 years

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Dance Alone To The Tune Of Your Death

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Summary: Request fic for @chloethebinch. “I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is Frank's friend and he suggests that she could be Helena in the music video and he gets a huge crush on her in the Helena dress?”

The dance studio at your college's fine arts building was empty, except for you. You weren't surprised. It was past midnight. What other student besides you was crazy enough to be pirouetting at this hour?

Maybe other people would think it was weird, but, when you were stressed, dancing always calmed you down. You slid on your ballet slippers, tying the ribbons tightly so they wouldn't slip down your ankles. You put a CD onto the stereo and hit play. A normal ballerina would have used classical music. To be honest, you should probably be using the soundtrack to Swan Lake, since you were going to be performing in your school's production of that ballet later this year. Instead, for some reason, all you wanted to dance to was your friend Frank's post-hardcore band, My Chemical Romance.

Frank had dropped out of college to be MCR's rhythm guitarist full time. At the time, you were worried he was making a mistake (and, of course, sad that he wouldn't be your classmate anymore). But, his decision seemed to have paid off. His band had been signed to a major label, and last summer, they'd traveled the country as part of Warped Tour. Part of you wondered if Frank was going to forget all about you now that he was getting rich and famous.

Don't worry about that right now, you told yourself. Just dance.

You pointed your toes and began a spin as the opening notes of 'Helena', the first track on the CD, began to play. You did a demi-plie as you let the sound of Frank's wild instrumentals wash over you. The vocalist, Gerard, was great, too, but when you listened to MCR, your focus was always on Frank. Maybe it was because you had a bit of a crush on him.

So do ten thousand other girls, at this point, you frowned, and threw yourself harder into the dance to distract yourself from your negative thoughts. You whirled and twirled across the floor to every song on the album, and by the time the last track concluded, you were panting, brow streaked with sweat.

You froze, and gasped, when you heard the sound of someone clapping.

Who the hell is in here?! you wondered, turning around in shock. Your jaw dropped when you saw Frank Iero standing there in the doorway, grinning at you.

"Frank?!" you gaped. "When did you get into town?"

"We just got back from tour," Frank explained, "so I had to come and see you."

"But, how did you know I'd be here?" you wondered. You nervously tucked a sweat-drenched strand of hair behind your ear. Great. First time Frank sees you in months, and you're in your grimy workout leotard.

"Cuz I know you," Frank laughed. "I went by your dorm, and you weren't there, so I figured this was the only other place you'd be."

"It's good to see you again," you said, stepping closer and giving your old friend a hug.

"Good to see you, too, Y/N," Frank said into your ear. "I missed you."

You blushed and pulled away.

"Your dancing's gotten better," Frank complimented.

"Oh, no, I still need lots of practice," you shook your head humbly.

"No, I mean it, you're really talented," Frank insisted. "Actually, that's part of what I came here to talk to you about."

"What do you mean?" you asked, puzzled, as you sat down on the floor and took a swig from your water bottle.

"You know my band's song 'Helena', right?" Frank asked, sitting down beside you.

"Yeah, it's my favorite song on your new album," you nodded.

"Well, the label's decided we need to make a music video for it," Frank explained.

"Wow, so this will be your second big-budget video shoot, right?" you replied, remembering how crazy it had been when you saw Frank - your Frank - on MTV last September when the video for 'I'm Not Okay' came out.

"Yeah, it's nothing like the dinky little video shoot we did with Eyeball, back in Jersey, for 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You'," Frank compared. You still remembered the day Frank and the guys shot that video. It was a couple years ago now, but it felt like more.

"So, what's the concept for the new video?" you asked curiously.

"It's a funeral scene," Frank revealed. "We're all there to bury Helena."

"That's going to give me deja vu of the real funeral," you frowned. 'Helena', was, of course, named after Gerard and Mikey's grandma, who had died several months prior. You'd accompanied Frank to the memorial service, to support the Way brothers. It had been such a sad day.

"Me, too," Frank admitted sadly. "But, the video director said he doesn't want Helena to be played by an old lady, like the real Elena Way was when she passed."

"For real?" you blinked, surprised.

"Yeah, he says if it's a young person, it's more emotional," Frank shrugged. "The idea is that, during the video, she'll open her eyes, and get out of the coffin, and start dancing towards the door, like her spirit is leaving for the afterlife."

"That sounds beautiful," you whispered, impressed. "I'll watch the video when it comes out, for sure."

"About that," Frank said, a smirk crossing his face. "I don't want you to watch it."

"What?" you said, confused. "Why not?"

"I want you to be in it," Frank declared.

"What?!" you gasped.

"I want you to play Helena," Frank clarified.

"There's no way!" you cried. "Frank, I'm just a student. This is a for-real music video, that's going to cost tons of money to make, and be on TV, and everything. You need to hire a pro. I'm sure any experienced dancer from, like, the New York City Ballet company, for instance, would love a chance to work with....."

"But, I don't want somebody from the New York City Ballet," Frank interrupted with a smile. "I want you."

"Why?" you argued. "I know how important the song is to Gerard and Mikey. I mean, it's about their grandma. If I screwed up a role that important....."

"I already talked to Gerard and Mikey," Frank assured you. "They don't think you're going to screw up. They want you in the video, too. And after seeing you dance tonight, I'm sure it's the right decision. Please, Y/N, will you do this for me?"

You looked at Frank for a moment, uncertain. His eyes were pleading.

".....Ok," you decided, heart pounding. "I'll do it." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

The day of the video shoot finally came. You had to let all your professors know you'd be missing a week of classes, and reserve a plane ticket to Los Angeles. But, when you drove from the airport to the church where 'Helena' was being filmed, Frank was there on the steps to greet you.

"Are you ready for today?" he asked, hugging you in greeting.

"I'm nervous, to be honest," you confessed when you pulled away.

"You can do it," Frank assured you. "I believe in you, Y/N. Come on, let me introduce you to the director."

The director, Mark Webb, and the choreographer, Michael Rooney, were polite and friendly to you. There were several other dancers milling about, but Mark explained that you were the one the camera would primarily be focusing on. Your heart thumped anxiously, but you reminded yourself that you'd been practicing your dance routine for weeks. You could do this.

"You'll need to get changed into your costume soon," Michael suggested, handing you a garment bag. You took it and went into the church's bathroom to get changed.

Your costume was a black and red dress. It was sleeveless, which made you a little self-conscious, because you didn't usually wear outfits that bared your shoulders. Plus, it showed a little more cleavage than you were used to. Not a lot - it was supposed to be a burial shroud, after all - but enough to make you yank up the top of the dress, a little embarrassed, as you exited the bathroom.

"Whoa," a familiar voice gasped as you entered the chapel. You turned and saw Frank, dressed in his own costume: a three-piece suit, with a fedora that made him look a bit like a Mafia boss.

"Whoa, what?" you asked shyly, still fidgeting with your dress.

"Whoa, you look gorgeous," Frank said, eyes panning over you slowly. He'd never stared at you like this before.

"Th-thank you," you blushed, not sure what to make of this unusual attention. "You look nice, too."

"Well, I....." Frank wasn't able to finish his statement, because suddenly the makeup artist Mark had hired walked over to you.

"Your makeup's going to take a while, so we should get started, Y/N," the woman told you. "We've got to make you look nice and dead."

"Isn't that an oxymoron?" you laughed.

"I'm sure you'll be the nicest-looking dead girl I've seen," Frank joked. "Um, I guess I'll talk to you later, Y/N."

"Right," you agreed, and headed towards the makeup chair. You wondered why your face was flushing. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

It felt extremely weird to climb into the coffin near the pulpit. You lay still, eyes closed, doing your best corpse impression. The camera man stood over you, leaning over your prone body so he could capture the shot of your eyes opening.

"Cut," the director called. You sat up and looked over at him. Had you done something wrong?

"Y/N, that was very good," Mark complimented, to your surprise. "Before we film your dance, we're going to try and get some shots of the band playing, alright?"

"Alright," you shrugged. You propped your elbows up on the coffin lid as you sat and watched Frank and the other band members pretend to play their instruments. Even though it was just a fascimile of the real thing, Frank was putting so much heart into it, like he always did. You'd always admired his energetic playing style.

"Cut," the director called again. "Gerard, loving the emotion you're giving the camera, alright? Ray, Mikey, you're doing good, too. But, Frank, I need you to look at the camera for me, please."

"I was," Frank argued.

"No, you weren't," Mark disagreed.

"Dude, he's right," Gerard admitted, crossing his arms. "Your acting was good, but you kept looking over at Y/N the whole time."

"I-I did not!" Frank denied, turning crimson.

"Frank, we need you to focus," the director advised. "You can talk to your girlfriend after we're done filming this scene."

"Y/N, uh, she....she's not my girlfriend," Frank stammered. He wasn't usually a stutterer. Why would he be acting like this?

"Oh?" Mark blinked. "Well, my mistake. Let's take it from the top." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

Eventually, the guys wrapped up the scene focusing on them. It was time for your dance. The song played from a stereo in the background, to set the mood and help you sync your steps with the beat. You were nervous. You didn't want to mess up, and make the whole camera crew start over with a new take.

But, then, you thought of what Frank had told you when you got here this morning: You can do it. I believe in you.

Summoning your nerve, you opened your eyes, climbed out of the coffin, and began to dance towards the pews. You resisted tears when you thought of the symbolism of your movements - when you tilted and grasped at the 'funeral attendees', it was meant to be Helena wistfully reaching towards her loved ones, who were mourning her. You glanced at the band. Gerard looked emotional, too. But, Frank was just staring at you, looking completely riveted. The unguarded adoration in his eyes surprised you, and you almost stopped moving.

Could Frank.....like you?

There wasn't time to process this. Knowing that the cameras were trained on you, you continued the dance, taking care not to forget any steps. When you were done, everyone in the church clapped. You flushed, feeling proud of yourself for pulling off such a complicated routine. And you were going to be on national TV!

"Y/N, that was amazing," Frank said, running over to you as soon as the director yelled cut.

"Thank you," you smiled. "You, uh, you looked like you were enjoying it."

Frank's expression changed, and now he looked embarassed. "You were looking over at me?"

"I'm always looking at you," you confessed.

"Y/N....." Frank asked quietly, not wanting the rest of the video's cast to hear. "Do you like me?"

"I mean, of course I like you," you mumbled. "We've been friends for years."

"You know what I meant, Y/N," Frank said, looking at you seriously.

Your face reddened. "Why are you asking me this, Frank?"

"Because I realized today that I like you back," Frank admitted, and, suddenly, he was kissing you, in front of his band, the camera crew, God, and everybody. You were embarrassed by this large audience, but you didn't resist. You'd wanted this for so long, and it was even better than you'd imagined.

"Yes," you said breathlessly when Frank pulled away at last. "Helena likes you very much."

#frank iero x reader #frank iero imagine #helena

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seriouslyhooked · 7 years

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Just a Taste (A CS AU) Part 7/10

AU where Emma and Killian are contestants on the Great American Baking Show and all twelve contestants hail from Storybrooke Maine. In this AU Emma is a book editor by day, while Killian is an architect who just moved to town a few months prior. Expect baked goods, flirtatious interactions, a little drama and a whole lot of fluff with a guaranteed HEA for Captain Swan. Rated M.

Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here, Part Five Here, Part Six Here

A/N: Week seven brings us to pastry week, but more importantly, it brings us to a head with one of the storylines I’ve been including thus far. This chapter, there will finally be a confrontation between Emma and Liam about his using Emma and Killian’s relationship for ratings. Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for reading!

Welcome to the Pastry Party.

Emma had read the sign dangling on the side of the big white tent at least ten times so far this morning and she was only just completing her first bake of the day. For whatever reason, the sign made her laugh, in fact, the entire theme of this weekend’s festivities kept an almost permanent smile on her face. They were treating this like a big celebration, with streamers, balloons, and even a mid morning mimosa that one of the PAs had just given her.

“Anyone else feel like we’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop at this point?” Belle asked and suddenly it dawned on Emma that realistically, that was exactly what they should all be expecting.

“Well I am now, love,” Killian muttered from his station and Emma looked at him, a bit concerned. Everyone was nearly finished making his or her cannoli, but Belle made a great point – what was all of this actually for? If the production team has spent money to bring a party life, there had to be some sort of endgame.

Emma didn’t have the luxury of considering what those problems might be now though, for she still had to put the caramel filling inside each and every hazelnut shell to complete her cannoli for consideration. Emma focused intently enough on those to miss the fact that Killian, who was done slightly early with his bake, had been waved outside by Ruby discretely. Emma probably wouldn’t have noticed his absence had it not been for the yell that came seconds later.

“You’ve got to be bloody kidding me! Where is he?!”

You could have heard a pin drop in the tent after that, and Emma instinctively knew that the ‘he’ in question was Liam and that this week’s theme may just have everything to do with the two of them. Stepping back from her display of finished product, Emma wanted to go comfort Killian, but was halted by Graham of all people.

“I really don’t think you want to go back there right now,” He whispered, as Emma watched him turn his microphone pack off. She followed suit, before replying.

“What’s going on?” Emma asked and Graham grimaced.

“There’s a cake back there that they were going to bring out between rounds.” Emma still wasn’t fully following. How could a cake be that bad? They were on a baking show.

“And?”

“And it’s a one week anniversary cake for you and Killian with a picture of the kiss on it,” Graham whispered, clearly sorry for the whole thing.

Emma knew her cheeks were probably burning red right now, this was incredibly embarrassing, but more than that it was almost cruel. Out of the corner of her eye, Emma saw Liam on the other side of the tent. Killian hadn’t found him yet, and Emma was set on giving Liam a piece of her mind before he did.

“Emma, I don’t think-,” She left in the middle of Graham’s warning, uninterested in the repercussions. This was the tipping point. She’d had more than enough of Liam’s interfering.

“Why are you here?” Emma demanded of Liam after pulling him just outside the tent.

“Well love, I’m the head producer, have been for weeks if you haven’t noticed.” The sarcasm was infuriating and lacked all the charm that Killian’s witty little replies ever held.

“Oh I’ve noticed. I meant why did you come to Storybrooke?”

“I liked the chance to see my brother, not that it’s really any of your business.” Emma bit back the immediate retort that tried to pass her lips, which would have essentially been her screaming ‘Of course it’s my fucking business!’ Instead she tried to stay cool even if she was currently seeing red.

“Why though? All you’ve done since coming here is make him miserable! You have the hosts embarrass him all the time talking about things he wants to keep private, and you barely speak to him during the week in between filming. So I have to ask again, why are you here?” Emma watched a flash of surprise pass over Liam’s features, but then he went on the defensive, arms crossing over his chest. He tried to use his height and bulk against Emma, maybe intimidate her a little, but that sure as hell wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m doing what’s best for him. He fancies himself in love with you and I’m trying to see if you can hack it, if both of you can.” Emma arched a brow at the preposterous notion.

“So all of this is some sort of test? All of the harassment and the continued light you keep throwing on us is to see if we’ll break along the way… you think you’re helping?!”

How could this have ever been helping? Killian and Emma were not public figures. When this show ended, so would their fifteen minutes of fame. They had no need to survive under a spotlight of scrutiny, and it was ridiculous to think that they did. They could have never told the world they were together and been just as happy, and somehow even the whole world knowing wasn’t enough. Liam just wanted to keep pushing.

“It’s my job to protect Killian-,”

“The only person he needs protecting from is you! You’re the bad guy right now, making problems where they never needed to exist. And you say it’s all for Killian, but I don’t believe that either because this is your job. You’re not using your career to test me or my love for your brother - you’re using us for ratings.” Liam stepped closer, just as angry as Emma.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re brand knew to Killian’s life, I’m his family.” Emma was about to respond that she was his family too when Tink stepped in, moving Emma back and turning a full fury on Liam, the likes of which Emma had never seen from the smaller woman before.

“Stop talking, Liam. You have become such an insufferable ass! What the hell happened to you?! You used to be the nicest guy. I quit my last job to follow you on this and so did half the crew. And for what?! To watch you turn this into every other reality show on television right now instead of making good on your promise that we could make something better.” Tink’s anger directed at Liam had the man shrinking back immediately. Emma watched, still a bit in shock from all of this, but slightly intrigued by the power her small friend wielded over this giant man.

“Tink, I didn’t think-,” Tink poked her finger into Liam’s chest hard.

“That’s right, you didn’t think! This was supposed to be about enjoyment, not drama and intrigue. Instead it’s become a nightmare for the contestants and heartbreaking for me- I mean the crew. You used to be better than this Liam, so either find the man you were before or…”

Emma watched as Tink tried to hold onto the anger, but underneath the blaze of it, Emma saw sadness too. Only now did it dawn on Emma that there might be more than professional feelings between Tink and Liam. To spare Tink any more pain, Emma stepped in again.

“Or make peace with the fact that this show isn’t happening. Because we will leave. All of us will leave.”

Liam looked at Emma a long beat, the hostility towards her from earlier fully gone. There might even have been a little sympathy in that gaze, but it was quickly moved over to Tink, who received the brunt of his guilt and sadness. Before any of them could be subjected to more pain, Emma pulled Tink with her back into the tent staying away from the rest of the filming still.

“Are you okay?” Emma asked and Tink nodded, breathing deeply and trying to get her bearings.

“I’m so sorry, Emma.” That this woman would apologize to her when she’d just risked her job to defend her was staggering, but spoke volumes about Tink’s character.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. Really, you don’t.” Tink sniffled a bit and wiped at her eyes, managing to keep the tears there from falling.

“I let my feelings for him keep me from advocating for you and Killian more, Emma. That was a mistake.” Emma shook her head.

“Don’t give up on him yet.” Tink’s eyes flashed up to Emma’s with surprise.

“But after everything he’s done…” Emma squeezed Tink’s hand.

“Everyone loses their way, some of us a bit more than the rest. But Killian talks all the time about the man Liam really is, or the man he used to be. I have to believe he can be that guy again, for Killian and for you.”

“Emma?” Killian’s voice from behind her made her heart jump a bit. She needed to talk to him, and to make sure they were okay and on the same page, but she also didn’t want to leave Tink.

“Go on, Emma. I’m fine, really. And if there’s any problems later, I’ll let you beat him up for me.”

Emma smiled genuinely at that before turning to Killian and facing the music. Would he be mad at the way she’d spoken to Liam? She was hardly naïve enough to think that no one had heard them, and she’d said a lot of things, none that she regretted, unless they’d somehow hurt Killian.

“Killian I –,”

Before Emma could say anything he moved towards her and claimed her mouth was his. This wasn’t a gentle kiss, but a passionate, demanding expression of so much pent up feeling and emotion that there was no fighting it, only surrender. When they finally pulled away, Emma didn’t care if there were a thousand cameras around, she only cared that the man she loved was smiling at her running his hand over her cheek.

“I love you, Emma.” She let go of the breath she’d been holding and smiled back.

“Good, because I love you too.”

Killian chuckled lightly, his thumb grazing her cheek tenderly before pulling back. When they looked around, all of the contestants were watching them and there was crew everywhere but no one was focusing their cameras on them. Emma was surprised, but Ruby filled her in.

“While you two were making out, Liam put Tink in charge for the rest of the day. He left right after.”

Emma nodded, now fully understanding. Tink would never be the person to use them for a ratings gain, and so at least for the rest of the day under this big tent they were safe. It made Emma a little gloomy though that it took the exit of Killian’s only family to grant them that feeling of wellbeing.

“I suppose this means I can kiss you whenever I want now.” Emma swatted his arm playfully.

“Um, no. You can’t distract me and keep me from winning star baker. If you do I’ll never forgive you,” Emma teased, prompting a smirk from Killian in response.

“Well I’ll have to channel all this into something. If not kissing you then perhaps it is I who will steal the crown this week.”

“Oh it’s so on,” Emma countered gamely, and Killian responded low enough so only she could here.

“No love. That would be later, when I finally get you alone again.” With that lovely promise of impending magnificence, both Emma and Killian returned to their stations.

The day’s production had been delayed, but under Tink’s orders, things ran smoothly. The judges seemed to pick up on the tension in the room, and thankfully even Gold minded his words a bit more than usual before they deliberated and the technical challenge was distributed. For the first time in a long time, the bakers were faced with a challenge from Mr. Gold but Emma and the others were stunned at the pastry the recipe called for.

“What the heck does Mr. Gold know about Baklava? There’s no fourteen-carat standard for this. No way to powder it with bling of any kind.” Belle’s words rang through the tent and had Emma smiling, but she didn’t question the source of this bake’s intel. Instead she reveled in the complexities, the multiple layers, and the care and precision required for making and baking with filo dough.

The hours ticked by and through the bake, the crew and the hosts took extra care to treat the week’s theme with caution. They still had a party, now including pizza instead of cake, and the hosts went around laughing and joking with each contestant. Despite the difficulty of the task before her, and the emotional stress of the morning over all, Emma relaxed into her afternoon.

By the time the hosts made their way to Emma to speak, she was well into creating the honey/syrup mixture and preparing the nuts accordingly to give the dessert that extra bit of crunch. It was difficult, and a bit perplexing if she was honest, thanks to the continuation of the redacted recipe gambit, but she persevered and in the end, whether it was exactly up to par or not, she knew it would taste damn good.

“So, Emma, how are we feeling about our culinary trip to Greece for this technical challenge?” Emma smiled at Ruby genuinely.

“I’m feeling like you two really have the easy job this week. You got to learn how to dance and made a lot of My Big Fat Greek Wedding references, while the rest of us made filo from scratch.”

“Well I learned to dance. Graham mostly learned to jerk around without rhythm,” Ruby said.

“How you slander me. I mean really, this is a day of celebration and still I get no reprieve from the teasing.” Graham looked to Emma for some backup but Emma only shrugged.

“I mean, I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you are kind of terrible at dancing,” Emma confirmed and Graham groaned.

“I can’t catch a break in this town!”

“I doubt it’s just this town judging your style now Huntsman. Remember you work on national TV. You’re gonna have a couple million viewers knowing your shame.” David’s words caused the whole tent full of people to laugh, a positive expulsion of any lingering drama that remained and Emma sighed happily.

“And I suppose you could do better,” Graham challenged and David grinned.

“Well, I can do anything better than I can make this recipe.” Graham raised an eyebrow.

“So how about a dance off? Me and Ruby versus you and a partner of your choosing.” Emma looked at David, interested to see who he would choose, and assuming it would be Mary Margaret.

“You’re on. Jones, let’s do this.” Emma barked out a bit of laughter before turning to Killian’s station. He looked surprised, but when he saw her smiling he grinned.

“I take it I have no say in the matter.” David shook his head.

“None at all.” With a shrug, Killian moved to the middle of the room where a camera crew now followed them and Ruby and Graham.

“This is the kind of fun this show is about,” Tink said as she stood with Emma while the two pairs had their dance off under the careful tutelage of an appointed Greek dance expert.

“I don’t know. The Brits never seem to stoop to these kinds of levels,” Emma replied.

“True. But wouldn’t it be fantastic if they did?” Tink asked and her and Emma laughed, nodding that she was right.

A timer from Killian’s station ended the impromptu stand off with a resounding win for Killian and David. Unfortunately for the victors, their involvement in the dance had them rushing to the finish and both barely made it to their presentation on time.

“Alright bakers, your time is up. Step away from the gorgeous Greek treats before you and say, Opa! Because you have finally reached the end of your baking today.” Graham threw a plate on the ground, only for it to clatter and roll instead of break. He looked confused as Ruby muffled a laugh.

“You know that’s plastic right?” Ruby asked and Graham sighed.

“Well I do now.”

As the contestants had a good laugh at the exchange, the judges filed in to do the blind testing. In the end, their judgments didn’t bother Emma, even when they found flaws with her bake. She was eager to have the day over, and to go home to the quiet comfort of just her and Killian, away from everything else. When Killian won first place for his technical, though, Emma knew that quiet may never actually come, for he was on his way to making good on his quest for star baker, and she expected she had not heard nearly the end of this. That was fine with her though, for wherever they went, and whatever they spoke of, she knew one thing – she and Killian would be together and being with him made her happier than she’d ever thought possible.

……………………….

Warmth and pleasure mingled together as Emma dreamed about Killian’s hands running along her body, pulling her close. He dropped a kiss on her neck, his hands drifting so they touched her thigh, creeping higher when her legs so willingly parted. The feel of his breath above the place he’d kissed her sent sizzle of heat coursing through her as she arched closer wanting more.

“You need to be awake for this, Emma. Tempting as you are, I need you with me.” Emma’s eyes popped open at the comment and she flushed seeing that her real life was exactly like the dream she’d thought she’d been having.

“You’re real,” she said out loud, and Killian grinned before kissing her lips gently.

“Last time I checked, love. And you are the realest thing in the world to me.”

Now certain she was awake, his touch trailed higher and made contact with the place she wanted him most. His thumb grazed across her clit, his fingers moving inside of her and Emma squirmed for more friction and better access. The movement pulled Killian’s attention from that spot at her neck to her breasts and he pulled a taut nipple into his mouth and sucked.

“Fuck! Killian, I need more!”

He hummed a sound of affirmation against her breast as his thumb applied more pressure with its swirling motion around her clit. Killian knew exactly what he was doing to her but he kept his pace, causing Emma’s breath to catch and her thoughts to scatter. She moaned into the start of her impending climax and he pulled his mouth away from her breast to press kisses at her lips and jaw.

“I’ll never tire of that sound, Emma. Or the feel of you tightening around me. You want this just as much as I do.” Emma shook her head.

“More. I want it so much more.”

His groan as he pushed her over the edge only heightened her pleasure, sending her soaring only to come back down as he trailed kisses down her body. She knew exactly what he intended with that wandering mouth and the thought had her already buzzing again. It didn’t matter that he’d shattered her world with the feel of his fingers, she was greedy for more, desperate for the feel of his tongue on her.

“I love how responsive you are, Emma.”

She jumped a little as Killian kissed the inside of her thigh, taking his time to draw out the anticipation. She closed her eyes, unable to handle how good it felt and how hot he looked at the same time. He left her a jumble of nerves, a swirling collection of sensation gripping the sheets like a vice. She was helpless to her desires and so far gone that when he swiped a lick from her sex to her clit she nearly yelped. Words couldn’t describe this. It was everything and not enough at the same time.

“I love you,” Emma said during one moment of almost clarity, with a lust induced airiness sounding through the words. Killian growled as he lapped at her and the vibrations sent her shuddering through another climax, somehow stronger and more luscious than the first.

“I love you too, Emma. More than anything.”

The affirmation as he made his way back to her had Emma riled with a need to have him inside her now. She wanted him to feel what he’d done to her and to drive him as crazy with need as she was. Flipping their positions so she was now on top, she moved to straddle his cock as she pressed her hands against his chest. The feeling of his muscles as they tensed in anticipation had her smiling, but when she lowered onto him, allowing him to fill her as she tightened around him, that smile faded to a look of pure pleasure.

“Emma love, I want to give you everything you want, but if you don’t move, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

Appeasing his request, she did just that, riding up and down and giving them both everything they craved to get to that crest of ecstasy faster and harder. When she finally let go, careening into that state of bliss once more, and he followed, Emma lay back on the bed, cheek to his chest and tried to regain her breathing.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I really can’t wait for this show to be over.” Killian smiled.

“And why’s that love?”

“Because I have all sorts of ideas about what I’d like to do to you, given a whole Sunday with nowhere to go and nothing to do.”

Emma saw the heat flash in his eyes, and knew they’d both be incredibly late if she allowed them even a moment more in bed together. Quickly, she scurried from the bed into the master bath and only dared to look at him again when she was about to close the door.

“I gather you don’t trust yourself in the shower with me this morning, love.” She nodded, unashamed of the fact that his naked body, intense cerulean gaze, and bed head was too much temptation for her this morning.

“We’ll never get there if we do.” He stretched out a bit and she tracked the motion, already regretting her decision to shower alone. Fuck the show. Actually, fuck her really.

“If you insist, love.”

Killian moved to the hallway to grab his own shower and she watched him walk away. Her one consolation in the face of no more sex was her certainty hat this was a forever kind of love, and she was willing to go the distance to make sure she had this every morning.

………………………….

As they made their way to the tent for the final time this weekend, Emma and Killian walked hand in hand, both a bit quieter than usual. Realistically, Liam would be back today, and that meant facing the words still left unsaid all over again. Would things be better? Or, as Emma feared, would her outburst yesterday have prompted a larger rift between the brothers? They’d barely made it through the lawns to the tent when they were greeted by the man in question looking rather contrite.

“Brother,” Killian said with a slight nod and a wary gaze as Liam bowed his head a bit.

“I owe both of you an apology,” Liam said without any other means of greeting. He looked at Emma specifically and went on. “You were right, Emma, about everything. There is no excuse for the way I’ve acted, but I have been in the wrong, and it’s about time I try and change that. I don’t expect your forgiveness just now, surely I’d have to earn it, but I do appreciate what you said if it means I can have a second chance to make this right.”

“As long as you make it right with Killian, you can consider us even. Oh, and Tink. You need to apologize to her too.” Liam went red, much to the surprise of Emma, who had never seen the man look embarrassed before.

“I’m aware of the missteps I’ve made there too.”

While Emma might have wanted a bit more information than that, she tampered down her curiosity and gave Killian a kiss on the cheek. Then, walking towards the tent, she left him to settle things with his brother. They needed a bit of privacy, and she needed a dose of something she had been missing the past two days – the comfort of her best friends.

“There you are, and with no broken knuckles. I assume Liam apologized then.” Emma nodded at Mary Margaret’s assessment.

“I’m just happy he did the right thing. Killian has really missed him.”

“Not that I’m not thrilled for Killian, and for you. Lord knows that you’ve both been through enough shit with the whole romance plotline, but I kind of just want to know what’s going on with him and Tink. Does that make me a terrible friend?” Ruby asked.

“If it does, then so am I because I’ve been wondering since I got here.” Emma looked at Belle curiously.

“Have they been together at all?” Emma asked and Belle shook her head.

“Every time Liam tries to get close she walks away, pretending to be busy with something. The crew has done a pretty good job of helping her avoid him.”

Emma glanced over to Tink who stood on the other side of the tent, not paying attention to the PA talking in front of her. She was lost in her own thoughts and Emma felt for her. It must be incredibly difficult to act strong in a moment like this, but there was a lot riding on her professionalism. Tink’s heart wasn’t the only thing on the line, her job was too, and having two parts of her world tangled up together like that must be burdensome.

“She’s protecting herself, which is natural after everything that’s happened,” Emma supplemented.

“But has anything actually happened between them? Or do you think she’s just uncomfortable because she gave too much away yesterday?” The friends all agreed that the latter was more likely.

“I think her heart has been breaking a little more every week. The further he got from the man she knew, the worse the hurt must have been.”

Emma couldn’t imagine going through the same thing with Killian as she said the words. He was so genuine and open and honest about what he wanted and who he was. It was one of the things Emma loved most about him. Just thinking that there ever could be a moment when she watched him transform from the man she knew into someone else made her heart hurt.

“Well, only time will tell if they can get through it,” Mary Margaret mused.

“Oh they’ll get through it,” Graham said with confidence as he approached the friends.

“How can you be so sure? And how long have you been listening?!” Graham’s eyes lit up at Ruby’s lack of composure from his surprise entrance into the conversation.

“Because they love each other. And love always finds a way.”

Ruby and Graham had a beat pass between them that went on longer than a normal conversation between friends or coworkers usually would. Emma had to wonder again if there was something more between them, but soon the moment was broken by a renewed sense of hustle under the tent.

“Speaking of ways, we should really all be making ours to our stations. I don’t know about you, but I am terrified of this macaroon challenge and I’m going to need all the time I can get.” Belle led Mary Margaret and Emma away just to whisper low enough so Graham and Ruby couldn’t hear “It’s like a freaking love fest under this tent. First Killian and Emma, Mary Margaret and David, Robin and Regina. At every step another one falls.”

“It is kind of crazy, isn’t it?” asked Mary Margaret.

“Someday we’ll laugh about this, I’m sure,” Emma replied.

“But not today, because I was serious about those macaroons,” Belle quipped.

The friends laughed together before being called up to their stations. Belle was right to be worried, this was an overwhelming challenge, creating three different varieties of macaroons in only a few hours was a lot of work. By the end of their time though, Emma had created three distinct flavors: lavender vanilla, dark chocolate raspberry, and a lemon meringue inspired infusion.

All of the bakers lined up for judging as they did each Sunday, eager to have the weekend behind them. Emma was also excited to see who would win and who would go home. Both came as a surprise to her. Tiana, with the help of some incredible macaroons took the title of star baker when Emma had thought it would be Killian, while David, despite his amazing Greek dancing, was sent home. You’d never have guessed though given his big smile. There was no real disappointment here for him.

“I was never actually going to win this thing, you know,” David said as he interviewed with Tink at the end of the judging. “It’s going to come down to Emma, Tiana, and someone else. Going home this week just means I can sleep in next weekend.” Emma laughed at David’s words before feeling Killian’s hand come to grab hers.

“I’ve got some good news, love. As part of our extended apology, we’ve been excused from our exit interviews this week.”

“What will we ever do with this newfound freedom?” Emma asked as she and Killian left the white tent behind them.

“I actually had an idea about that. I was hoping you’d move in with me.” Emma stopped walking.

“What?!” He gave her that boyish smile she loved, filled with hope and sincerity and continued his pitch.

“I love you, Emma, and I’m in this for the long haul. I know it’s fast, but I don’t want to spend another day not waking up to you.” Those were all excellent points. Still, Emma put up just a tiny bit of resistance.

“But why am I moving in with you? Why not the other way around?”

“I suspect you like my house more than yours, seeing as you’ve insisted on sex in each and every room.”

Emma heated at the thought. Again, he made an excellent point, and he was right, she really liked his house. Maybe it was crazy, and maybe it was too fast, but she was really considering this. When Killian came forward and took her other hand in his as well, she readied herself for the final attempt to convince her.

“You and I are different, Emma. Where everyone else may need more time, I don’t. I know how I feel, and I know it’s never going to change. I can see it in your eyes that you do to.”

“I do,” Emma whispered.

“So say yes,” Killian implored. She smiled, excited to do just that.

“Yes.”

With that, Killian wrapped her up in a great big hug, spinning her around a little bit before kissing her. Hell, if this was what he was like asking her to move in, what would he do when she agreed to marry him?

Woah, getting ahead of yourself there Emma, she thought as she stepped back from the kiss, but Killian remained close, taking stock of all her features as if trying to memorize this moment.

“Let’s go home, love.” She didn’t say it out loud, but Emma smiled as they continued on, thinking that really anywhere could be her home now, as long as Killian was with her.

Post-Note: So there we have it, another fluffy addition to ‘Just a Taste.’ I know it’s fast, but wow I really love the idea of Killian and Emma not being terrified to love each other (like they have been in the past on the actual show). So of course I translate that into them moving in with each other after dating for six weeks. What can I say? I’m a sucker for angst-less cuteness. Hope you guys enjoyed and thanks for reading!

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It falls into place so quick the first time that he thinks it’s an accident, but everything’s purposeful with Whisper. They’re scoping out some crappy little raider den that’s cropped up along one of their major routes, decked in the latest scum bag chic, when she drops into his lap with a rough laugh. “What’s a pretty boy like you doing sitting all by his lonesome?”

Watching your back while you do recon is the literal answer, but he can tell when she’s using her raider voice because she actually pronounces her Rs. “Waiting for a sweet piece of tail like you,” he says, and squeezes her ass for good measure, because what’s a raider act without copping a feel? Besides, she started it.

She gasps at the contact, low and throaty and still totally in character, damn her. “Careful where you put your hands, buddy,” she says, leaning in close, “or you might just have to follow through.” He feels her breath hot on his ear, one hand draped over the back of his neck. She whispers, just for him, but her voice is her own and her words disappointingly unsexy.

“Couple guys at the bar got suspicious once I started asking questions. Need to get out ASAP.”

Like he said, everything’s purposeful with Whisper.

“Well what the fuck are we still doing here? I wanna see what that pretty little mouth can do other than talk.” There’s a glint in her eyes, and he knows what’s coming half a second before she yanks him into a rough, open-mouthed kiss. He knows enough about Whisper (or at least thinks he knows enough) to realize rough and tumble isn’t her style, and that the wet sounds she’s making are for someone else’s benefit. And, sure enough, when he shoots a glance at the bar, there’s a couple raiders eyeing her. Not the usual lewd looks she normally gets—he spents enough time staring at her ass to know when someone else is too—but wary. Riight. The sooner they leave, the better. As much as he’s enjoying her straddling him, he enjoys living a lot more.

“C'mon, babe,” he says, pulling her up by her ass, “I know a place nearby that’s just your kind of filthy.” She makes a noise low in her throat that goes straight to his cock, and, fuck, as if he wasn’t already half hard from the way she kept grinding against him. Whisper’s one hell of actress, but sometimes she’s a little too convincing.

They make their way outside and past the half dozen raiders huddled around a barrel fire, and Whisper finds at least two opportunities to shove him against a wall pull him into another long, sloppy kiss, with more than a hint of teeth. She’s just making their exit convincing, he knows that, but hell if it doesn’t put him in an awkward position. Beyond the quickly developing problem in his pants, there’s also the small issue of escalation. No self-respecting raider would let themselves be pushed around without taking something back, and their escape right now is sort of hinging on him being a believable scumbag. So when he palms one of her breasts and runs a thumb roughly over where he can see her pebbled nipple through the fabric of her shirt, he tells himself she’s come to the same conclusions he has.

She must have, because there’s nothing amiss in the way she moans. Deacon presses his advantage, because if there’s one thing no one wants to look at it’s a handsy couple, and they could use some averted gazes just about now. He slips one hand down the back of her pants and pulls her flush against him, careful not to hook her panties, until the tips of his fingers brush something wet and he realizes that she isn’t wearing any. Fuck. If she didn’t know how hard he was before, there’s no way she can miss the press of him against her stomach now.

A raider passes them on her way into the bar and gives a low whistle. “And here I thought they charged for this kind of shit.”

Maybe he’s not thinking as clearly as usual, because it’s Whisper who tugs him away towards an alley, now that no one’s paying too much attention to them. He’s still cupping one breast, but he must have pulled his other hand up some time during the transit. All he can think about is how wet she’d been, and the delicious slide of his fingers as he rubs them together almost involuntarily. Fuck, he just wants to sink into her, feel her stretch around him–

She’s standing in front of him, watching the minute play of emotions across his features. Deacon realizes he hasn’t been nearly as careful as he meant to.

He fucked up. He fucked up bad. He’s seen her naked over a dozen times, shared a bed, even kissed her when the disguise called for it. There was nothing sexual about it then, just business, keeping up with the mission. As soon as they were alone, the act dropped, and they were back to being the dynamic duo.

Objectively he always knew Whisper was catch, if not for her personality than at least because she was maybe one of three people in the Commonwealth who had all their teeth. Moreover, she knew how to carry herself to get what she wanted, and had probably the nicest set of legs this side of the Glowing Sea. But all that was just observations, little mental notes and stored information to use at a later date. Now…

Her hands are working the zipper of his pants, and his first instinct isn’t to say no.

He feels far away as he watches her sink to her knees and yank his pants past his ass. The feel of her smooth hands is something out of a dream, but if he’s being honest, he’s never let himself even dream about Whisper. Their partnership means too much to muddy it with sex. Forget the fact that she was the only one in the Railroad who got him. They need her if they ever wanted to turn the tide, to be on the offensive against the Institute for once.

“Whisper, shit–” He can’t believe he’s doing this. “Whisper, wait.”

She hesitates, one hand still cupping his balls, the other rubbing slow circles along his head, almost absentmindedly. “You want me to stop, pretty boy?” she asks, her voice flawlessly raider.

Fuck. Fuck. No, he most definitely does not want her to stop. The fact that she’s treating a handjob just like an extended cover, like pretend kissing in a seedy bar, makes his balls clench. She’s got him in a bind and he’s willing to bet she just knows it. What else can he do but play into her hand?

“Nah, sweetcheeks. Keep doing what you’re doing.” He winds his fingers through her mussed up hair and watches the slow spread of her feral grin. She runs a hand down his length, twisting her wrist just right. Shit. She most definitely has done this before. Quick, don’t think about the other men she’s slept with. Or maybe do. Channel that twisting in his gut into something useful, like maintaining his character.

He gives her hair a sharp tug, forcing her to look up at him. From this vantage point, he can see straight down her shirt, but that’s something for later. With his free hand, he runs a thumb across her lower lip, causing her lipstick to smudge ever so slightly. “I thought you were gonna show me what that mouth is good for.”

In reply, she leans forward, taking his thumb slowly into her mouth, her lips a perfect O, before sliding back. “You mean other than talking?”

She’s good, he has to admit. Dedicated to a fault. Something told him he could bend her over the nearest dumpster and she’d still be moaning his name in that gravel-and-cigarette-smoke voice. He’s so busy admiring her craftsmanship as a performer, he doesn’t notice her lips closing around his head until the wet heat envelops him, and it takes everything in his power not to come then and there.

Goddamn. He didn’t think she’d actually do it. But there she is, looking up at him with those big brown eyes as she rocks back and forth until he touches the back of her throat. He’s never been much for religion, but the look her lips as she takes him to his base is enough to make him wonder if there is a higher power, and what he ever did to get on the Big Guy’s good side.

Instead of dwelling on it, he wraps his hand tighter in her hair and tries not to buck too hard into her mouth. Y'know, out of respect.

He’s this close when there’s the sound of footsteps, and Whisper’s pace slows. Doesn’t stop, because she knows better than to abandon a perfectly good alibi, but she’s alert now. He tries to act natural as the same group of thugs that were at the bar peek into the alleyway.

“You mind?” he asks, head leaned back against the wall. “We’re a little busy here.”

The gang hesitates, quickly looking between Deacon and Whisper who—god bless her—hasn’t even stopped to acknowledge their presence. Deacon lets his eyes flutter shut, a calculated risk, but between that and the sweet noises she’s making, it must do the trick. They back out with averted gazes.

The moment they’re out of sight, he pulls Whisper to her feet, her lips releasing him with a soft pop. Because of course he needed more wet dream fuel. He thinks maybe it’s over, maybe she predicted those raiders following them and this was the long game, but then she’s kissing him again and a bunch of thugs are the last thing on his mind.

He flips her against the wall, watching the way she bites her lip as her shoulders scrape the brick. She helps him work her pants down past her knees before freeing one leg. With her newly unwrapped, he hoists her up by the ass, opening up her core to him, and of course she’s fucking soaked, even though he’s barely touched her. He ruts up against her a few times for good measure, lets her feel the length of him without actually entering her. The way she growls and pushes her breasts against him is more than he could have asked for. Deacon sinks into her, inch by slow inch. It’s hard to take it slow, because she’s so loose and wet and he’s so close. He wants to pound her into the wall and fuck her rough, like her raider persona would like, but he holds back. Respect.

All that goes out the window the moment she digs her nails into his asscheeks and says, “Fuck me hard, pretty boy.”

It must hurt with her back to the wall, but if anything the scrapes seems to push her closer to the edge. Who knew Whisper was such a fucking masochist? Then again, there was something to be said about how hard he became just from her throwing him against walls. Like attracts like and all. He fucks her hard, like she asked for, like she wanted. A thousand little sounds escape her throat—she’s not even trying to be quiet—anything and everything but a name. Of course—he’d never made one up.

He pulls her up again (his arms are getting tired, fast, and he doesn’t know how long he can keep this up), and the new angle makes him sink deep. Whisper cries out and clenches around him, and it’s the last bit he needed. He has the sense to pull out as he comes in spurts, though Whisper whines at the sudden lack of sensation. He half drops her, half lowers her as his arms give out and he has to steady himself against the wall, one fist pumping the last of his orgasm for all its worth.

When he comes down, Whisper’s still leaning against the wall in front of him, breath heavy and shirt soaked with his seed. Oh, shit. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” He makes to clean it up with—what, exactly? But Whisper waves him off.

“That’s the best screw I’ve had since I came here. Small price to pay, I think.” She smiled at him then, full Whisper, same as always, like her pants weren’t still around her ankles. “I haven’t had an orgasm in two hundred years.”

“Helluva dry spell,” he said, and there she was. Back to saying impossible things because they sounded nice to hear. Add to the list: her, gasping his name.

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