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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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Leaf Me Alone | j.w.w

Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence. pg |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ mild angst | ♥ completed work Word Count: 1814 words

Age: PG

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo.

Content Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff and miscommunication, but it is lowkey cute.

Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: I took inspiration from how introverted Wonwoo is, it’s incredibly endearing to me, but it’s also something that I worry that, as an extrovert, I’ll scare off any introverted person I meet. So, I just wanted to explore that idea. It’s very self-serving and fluffy 💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much, my lovely @here4btsfics. For just hearing me go on and on about Wonwoo like every day and encouraging me with this story and yelling me to post it, I adore you dearly and thank you so much for helping me beta this too!! Thank you to @defwoodz for always reading over this and clowning me. Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

Three Months Ago,

“Finally, this is Y/N, my daughter. She runs the shop most days. Y/N, this is Wonwoo, our newest hire,” your mum spoke as she introduced you to a tall and handsome man with a shy smile gracing his face.

“Hi, Wonwoo. Nice to meet you!” You greeted him enthusiastically, making him grin more shyly before he greeted you.

“You too,” you responded, his voice deep and resonating, it was deeper than the ocean, honestly, and you were convinced that this man would be the reason you finally understood what a work crush meant.

Wonwoo smiled at you once more before following your mother around the flower shop for a tour, and you smiled back at him. So, what if he was shy at first? Wasn’t everyone? You were sure that throughout working together, you two would be able to develop a friendship at least.

Your hopes of developing a friendship were shot to smithereens when you realised that Wonwoo was not only very shy but also very diligent. Never one to engage in non-work-related conversations during work hours and over the three months, he’d been working. You both exchanged roughly three whole sentences.

“Stop staring and ask him if he wants a coffee or something,” your mum whispered, making you yelp and pout at her.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you defended weakly, making your mother grin at you.

“Those heart eyes can be seen from a mile away. Just ask him if he wants to grab a coffee or something. He seems like a sweet kid,” your mother encouraged, and you shrugged.

“So sweet that he doesn’t speak?” You asked, and your mother just smiled at you.

“He might not feel comfortable starting a conversation, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hold one or have one. It just means he might need someone else to start it sometimes. Plus, he’s the new one here, go,” your mother explained, giving you a slight nudge making you pout more as you walked over slowly towards Wonwoo’s station.

Honestly, looking the way he did was a crime. You often thought this, his captivating features, often making him look cold or unapproachable, paired with a faded apron and his long fingers delicately arranging flowers into a bouquet, it all looked like something out of a romance novel. He was the mysterious, cold, but soft guy, and you were the wide-eyed girl who could only admire the man you knew nothing about.

“Hey!” You greeted as you walked over to stand opposite Wonwoo.

“Oh, Y/N, hi, you, okay? I heard you, I think, squeaking over there?” Wonwoo joked, and you grinned at him.

Wonwoo, while shy, had his moments. You knew he could be funny and had a harmless and silly sense of humour, and it endeared to you dearly.

“Yeah, my mum was talking to me, anyways I was wondering if you’d be free for a coffee or tea?” You asked quickly, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Sure! I was looking for a boost. Where do you fancy going?” Wonwoo asked, and you smiled at him before suggesting a place.

It worked! You thought it was fine, and you and Wonwoo would now be friends, and it was all because you mustered up the courage to speak to him.

Three Weeks Later

Since the coffee trip, you and Wonwoo had gotten closer. You were getting to know him. You knew his favourite colour and what he’d do if he was upset. Wonwoo was so many things, but there was still a wall up, something you couldn’t get past. He wouldn’t let you in completely, but you had a trick up your sleeve.

“Wonwoo, you know they say that you can tell much about someone based on their favourite things?” You stated lamely, and Wonwoo looked up from his floral arrangement to stare at you nodding slowly, humouring you.

“Yes?” He replied unsurely.

“Well, what’s your favourite flower?” You asked, and Wonwoo paused to think about it.

“I don’t think I have one,” Wonwoo answered.

You work in a flower shop. Your plan was failing because he didn’t have a favourite flower. You hoped he’d answer.

“Doesn’t mean I need to have a flower,” Wonwoo answered, and you pouted, and you missed the way he smiled fondly at you.

“But, to answer your question. I can tell you a flower I find pretty?” Wonwoo offered, and you nodded eagerly.

“I like carnations. They look pretty,” Wonwoo stated, and you smiled at him until you recalled what carnations symbolise.

“Don’t they mean new love?” You said, your voice quieter and Wonwoo shrugged.

“I didn’t know that, but I guess they do, huh? How apt,” Wonwoo said with a grin, and you felt your chest hurt with his words, and you needed to get away. Of course, he had love in his life, and you were wasting your time.

“Cool, carnations, um. I’ll see you later,” you rushed as you tried to move away.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me your favourite flower?” Wonwoo asked, and you shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo pouted at you but didn’t protest any further when you walked away.

Three Days Later

The following Monday, you got to work to find a bouquet of red roses delicately wrapped and placed on your workstation, and you saw a note on the bouquet.

‘You never told me your favourite, is this it?’ -Wonwoo

You had to fight off the smile that was making its way to your face. You knew he was in the shop. You could see his denim jacket out of your peripheral. You sighed and admired the flowers, put them in a vase, and paid no attention to them.

You thought the flowers were beautiful, but red roses were never your favourite.

Wonwoo wasn’t offended. He just made a note he’d try something else tomorrow.

On Tuesday, you found a bouquet of daisies at your workstation, and you stared up to see Wonwoo smiling at you, and you shook your head, smiling at him, and he nodded, understanding that daisies weren’t the ones either.

You did read his note, however.

‘No to red roses? I agree, they can be a lot; let’s see, how about daisies?’-Wonwoo

You almost felt bad for not telling Wonwoo your favourite flowers, you didn’t want him to keep making bouquets to figure out your favourite flowers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention. Plus, you figured that he couldn’t keep it up for too long. What was the harm?

‘I mean, honestly, I don’t know too many people who like daffodils, but maybe you do?’-Wonwoo.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read Wonwoo’s note Wednesday morning. You turned to face him, and he looked at you questioningly, and you just smiled softly and shook your head at him, making him pout. Then nodded at you.

“I work in a flower shop. I’ll find it,” Wonwoo declared, making you smile.

You’d stop him soon. What he was doing wasn’t entirely appropriate. It was getting out of hand, especially if he had a new love in his life.

“They say orchids are wonderful. Tell me, Y/N is this your favourite?”-Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo,” you said as you approached him after you saw the bouquet at your workstation the following.

“I got it. Orchids, right? I guess Thursday is my lucky day,” Wonwoo babbled excitedly, and you shook your head.

“Damn, well, I still have Friday! I can’t stay and chat. I have a few deliveries to make,” Wonwoo said hurriedly, leaving you with a handful of Orchids and a soft smile on your face.

“Like the sun, you brighten my day. Sunflowers must be the one?”-Wonwoo.

“Tell me. I got these, right? Make my Friday Y/N. Did I finally get the right one?” Wonwoo asked as you placed the flowers into the vase.

“We should talk,” you said, taking his hand and dragging him into the office.

“Wonwoo, if you have a girlfriend, it’s highly inappropriate to send me flowers,” you started to say, earning a chuckle from him.

“A girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, the carnations, they mean new love, and you said it was apt,” you explained, earning another chuckle from Wonwoo.

“What is so damn funny?” You questioned, and Wonwoo inched closer to you.

“Did I ever say I had a girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you looked down at the floor.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Then?” Wonwoo pushed.

“You said new love was apt,” you argued, and Wonwoo smiled, nodding.

“I did, and there is someone I love spending my time with, except for the past week, she’s been ignoring me. So, I kept sending her the wrong flowers, hoping I’d get her to talk,” Wonwoo explained, making you look up at him.

“Wrong flowers?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded, pointing to the vase you kept on your office desk.

“I put these in the vase every day, but sadly you only noticed the wrong ones,” Wonwoo explained as he pointed to the peonies carefully arranged and placed on the vase on your desk.

“I have a pattern of noticing the wrong things, I guess,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo shook his head as you turned to face him.

“Well, you noticed, late, but you noticed, so it’s good,” Wonwoo comforted.

“Wait, how did you know peonies are my favourite?” You asked, making Wonwoo smile shyly.

“Anytime you had an order with peonies, you held them and handled each stem, each petal with so much care, and when you were done, you’d smile at each creation and take a photo. I figured you liked them enough,” Wonwoo elaborated, making you grin at them.

“I also heard they symbolise love,” Wonwoo added, making you grin.

“How apt,” you mumbled, making Wonwoo laugh as he inched closer, his face inches away from yours.

“Now, may I please kiss you? You do owe me for making you the wrong bouquets for five days straight,” Wonwoo asked, pouting.

“Please,” you said quietly, and that’s all it took for Wonwoo to close the gap between you two as he placed his lips over yours, his soft lips melting and moving against yours as his hands cupped your face. He pulled away slowly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You can’t do that. I get flustered,” you whined, making Wonwoo laugh.

“Prepare always to be flustered now that you’re mine,” Wonwoo declared, and you looked up at him.

“I’m yours?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded shyly.

“Good, then you’re mine too,” you said, leaning up to kiss him again.

“Out of curiosity,” you said as you pulled away. “How long would you have continued sending me flowers if I didn’t stop you?” You asked.

“As long as it took to end up in this position.”

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Ok so like I know people are probs tired of the whole Tony Stark meeting Bruce Wayne crossover ideas I see from time to time but get this: Tony Stark hosting a gala and of course the Avengers are invited but so is recluse pretty boy Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham and the Avengers are convinced he's some sort of cryptid or spy because as far as they know or heard, he never leaves Gotham, kinda like how Daredevil only micromanages ten blocks in Manhattan. And of course this is Battinson so Tony is trying real hard to make it seem like he's not mad/jealous that his own team like the twilight looking guy who looks like he wants the floor to swallow him whole better than him at his own party, but it's hard to be mad at a man who looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here and is so shy it physically hurts to look him in the eye lest he suddenly burst into flames. And the other Avengers absolutely can't get enough of him for some god damn reason- they started theorizing about how Bruce Wayne of all people could be the Batman they say roams Gotham but Tony can't see it and is also jealous his friends possibly want to bring another rich superhero dude into the Avengers until Tony takes one look at Bruce surrounded by all these super powered, boisterous people with panic in his eyes and decides he has nothing to worry about because there's absolutely no way that Bruce Wayne is the damn Batman ok sorry for rambling I'll take my leave lol

YOU COME BACK HERE AND LET ME SCREAM ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS -

Here's the thing, what I love about the possibilities of a Battinson/Tony dynamic is that Tony likes fronting; He has to make a scene, has to be grander than grand and snatch the spotlight so he'd be acknowledged;

He needs to know that once people see him, they won't look away. He WILL be acknowledged

While Bruce?? Bruce " Please do not perceive me" Wayne? Bruce, thrown in blinding camera flashes and eyes hungry to see failure, preying on his every reaction and move since he was 8?

Since he took over Wayne Enterprise when he was 16, Bruce Wayne? He'd give EVERYTHING to be left alone; To be glass, transparent and invisible. With the Avengers it'd be the " when extroverts adopt an introvert" dynamic

Because GOD does Bruce try to appear open and up to mingling, but he's a social failure by nature. This shy boy can fit so much social anxiety in him. Let Bucky and him communicate with STARING. sad clown to sad clown conversation

Natasha LOVES making Bruce blush and she follows him around the Gala for the sole purpose of whispering sweet russian nothings in his ear, to which Bruce, beet red, says he understands because he's russian, too.

The only time Bruce doesn't stumble and verbally implodes is when he wipes the floor with some CEO who says unionizing is inherently an excuse to not work

Steve just kinda lifts Bruce up by the collar of his suit and is like, " Good job, A+ in verbal murder" to Tony's displeased shock. HE verbally murders people all the time, where's HIS star sticker?

Poor Bruce is hiding in the bathroom, with 10 year old Dick Grayson waiting outside the stall, " And then Mr. Hawkeye told me my shirt was cool because it had a dog on it, and Mr. Scary Bucky says he'd murder someone for me, and Mr. Stark told me to tell you not to come to the next gala, and-"

Bruce texts Alfred, " come pick me up, people are talking to me again"

#bruce wayne #batman #dc #dc comics #marvel #tony stark #steve rogers #dick grayson #bucky barnes #dc x mcu #text post

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cutfruitbitch · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x transmasc reader

Tags: smut (18+), trans male reader, lightly implied transphobia (only because it’s 1985 in Indiana, nothing outright or aggressive), (mostly) confident! Reader, desperate! Eddie, fairly neutral language regarding reader’s genitals, brief moment of insecurity due to reader’s identity, I wouldn’t say dom reader necessarily but he definitely directs most of the situations that happen here, marijuana

Note: the author (me) is a transgender man. If any one has any beef with the way reader is portrayed here, I’m sorry but as always, don’t like don’t read.

You know of Eddie Munson, but you don’t know him all that well. You know he’s a metal head, and that he plays Dungeons and Dragons. You know he sells drugs, and drives a van, and lives in the shitty end of town. You know he’s extroverted, and fun, and so fucking cute. You know that you want to get closer so badly, and you just don’t know how. You think that if you had the chance, if you could somehow make Eddie really see you, that maybe he’d like you just as much as you like him.

You see him around, and he just seems so cool. Not cool like popular people cool, cool like….like he just doesn’t care if he’s cool or not. Eddie Munson is cool in the same way that Steve Harrington is cool. Yes, you know, that thought seems like it contradicts the first one, but listen. At first, Steve Harrington was cool because he was popular. He was hot and rich and that was it. All filler, no substance. But then, Steve decided he didn’t care anymore. No, Steve Harrington didn’t give a fuck about being king of Hawkins. He started hanging out with middle schoolers, and that girl from band (who’s totally a lesbian, but that’s neither here nor there). The point is, Steve Harrington became actually cool because he stopped giving a shit about everything except for the shit that mattered to him. Eddie Munson is the same way. He’s cool because he doesn’t care about the shit that small town morons think people should care about. Eddie cares about the shit that he thinks is important, and doesn’t give a fuck about the rest. And that makes him cool.

Maybe it’s like, actually insane of you to piece all of that together. You’ve never had a conversation with Steve Harrington, ever. You’ve talked to Eddie like five times, probably. You’ve talked to the marching band lesbian more than both of them combined. Maybe that makes you super fucking weird. You prefer to think that you’re just incredibly observant. None of this is really the point right now, however.

The point is, currently, that you haven’t totally figured out yet is how Eddie Munson earned the title of town freak. Like, sure, being a D&D playing metal-head in Nowhere, America wasn’t exactly a ticket to popularity, but the way people talked about him seemed a little aggressive for it to be just about his interests. Or…maybe his ‘interests’ are exactly the issue? A guy can dream, anyways.

The point is, you have a plan, and that plan is to buy drugs. It’s totally fool-proof. You’ve smoked plenty of weed, but you’ve always mooched off other people at parties, which means you have no fucking clue how to roll a joint, or pack a bowl, or any of that shit. And Eddie sells weed. It’ll give you something to talk about. Good bonding method. Probably. So you’ll just go to Eddie’s trailer, buy drugs, tell him you don’t know how to do jack shit, then he’ll invite you in. Hopefully. Maybe.

Jesus Christ.

Here’s the thing:

You’re a boy. A man, even. And your running theory is that Eddie Munson is gay. Partially because you really want him to be gay, and also because your gaydar says so. Your gaydar might be biased. Who’s to say, really.

But you’re a man, and Eddie is a man, and you like men, and hopefully Eddie likes men. Two plus two plus two is six. But…Eddie might not, enjoy, per say, the kind of man you are. Eddie is a good guy, if he rejects you, he wouldn’t tell anyone. Freaks and weirdos have an unspoken code like that, just like how band kids and theater kids have an unspoken alliance. But, you’re going to be incredibly realistic about the entire situation: you are in the American Midwest in 1985. You’re doing something terribly risky because you’re, what, horny? You’re going to possibly out yourself because you have an unquenchable thirst for Eddie Munson’s cock?

You need to stop spiraling, because you’re already at his trailer. It’s a quick walk, because you also live in the shitty part of town. Alright, okay, cool, let’s do it. One, two, three, knock.

“Uh, hey man. Can I help you?”

Your mouth goes dry, unlike other parts of you. He’s wearing a cropped band tee-shirt and plaid pajama pants. He looks so warm and soft, it makes you want to shove your hands in his pants.

“Oh, hey, I was, uh, wondering if I could buy off you? I’m sorry if I woke you up,” You say, trying not to stare at the trail of hair on his stomach. You are not successful.

“Oh, yeah man, come on in,” Eddie wanders back into his trailer, and you follow to what you assume is his bedroom. It’s pretty much exactly what you thought his bedroom would look like, covered in band posters and random shit. Looks a lot like your room, actually.

“So I’ve got a few pre rolls, and like, two grams around here somewhere,” Eddie calls out, rooting around for something under his bed. You don’t stare at his ass. You don’t.

“Maybe like, four pre rolls? I don’t know how to roll a joint or pack a bowl, so those would probably be best,” You chuckle, mostly to yourself. You figure that neither of those things are that hard to learn how to do, probably, but you’re also kind of a moron, so. Better safe than sorry. Eddie shoves himself out from under his bed.

“You don’t know how to roll a joint? Or pack a bowl? You’ve smoked weed before, right?” He’s on his knees, staring up at you, wide-eyed. It’s….certainly an image. Down boy. You rub the back of your neck and glance off to the side. There’s a sticky note with a pen drawing of what appears to be Slash, thumbtacked to the wall. He’s so fucking cute.

“I’ve actually smoked a ton of weed, but I’m kind of a mooch. You know, I always get passed the blunt at parties, shit like that, but I’ve never really smoked on my own time,” You admit. Eddie laughs, low and hoarse.

“That’s so sleazy of you, pretty boy. Wanna smoke right now?” He says, plopping himself down on his bed.

Pretty boy.

Lord, strike me down.

“Sure, if it’s not like, inconvenient or anything? I’ll still pay,” You sit down next to him, not too close. You end up too close anyways, because you can smell him. God, you might actually die. He leans over to his bedside table and rummages around for something.

“Not inconvenient at all, sweet boy,”

You swallow hard. It’s not typical straight dude behavior to call a guy pet names, right?

He pulls out a joint, a lighter, and an ashtray.

“Just one joint?” You laugh. He smiles right back.

“What, you’re not cool with sharing?” He puts the joint between his lips. You quickly look away. Don’t fucking stare.

“I don’t know where your mouth has been, Munson,” You lean back on your palms and stare absentmindedly at the ceiling while Eddie lights the joint.

“Mhm, you never know with guys like me,” He hands you the joint. He’s closer than before. Maybe you’re hallucinating.

“Yeah? What’s a guy like you? Metalheads?” You’re not even sure if that sentence made sense. You feel like everything is spiraling out of control, and nothing is really even happening. You hit the joint. Being high could make everything better. Or like, a thousand times worse.

“Nah, freaks,”

“And what exactly makes you a freak? I never really understood that,” You admit, studying the joint between your fingertips. You’ve always done that when you smoke. You take a hit, then stare at the joint like you’re a scientist and it’s your specimen. Like, hmm, yes, this marijuana is the finest in Indiana, I shall add it to my collection. God, you’re so fucking weird.

“Oh, well, you know, just the typical shit. My hair is too long and my jeans are too ripped and I play children’s games and listen to Satan worshiping music,” Eddie laughs, but it sounds forced and nervous. You hand the joint back to him.

“Nah, I don’t buy it,” You say casually. So casual. So fucking normal and casual. Several expressions quickly flash over Eddie’s face. He settles on suspicion.

“Don’t buy what?”

“I don’t buy that that’s the shit that makes you a freak. Are you secretly a werewolf? Or like, into crazy BDSM stuff? I saw those handcuffs, Munson. Hanging them on the wall like a decoration? Brave,” Eddie honest to god giggles at that. You give him a lopsided grin.

“It’s alright Eddie, I’m a freak too, probably,” you’re doing it, you crazy, brave moron. You’re taking the leap.

“Hmm? And why’s that?” Eddie puts the half smoked joint on the ashtray. Oh, he’s definitely closer now. He turns, sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing you.

“A lot of reasons. Liking boys is one of the big ones, but no one knows that,” you are so fucking stupid. You glance at Eddie while your heart attempts to escape your body via your esophagus. He’s just staring, big brown eyes wide as hell. He leans in closer. God, why is he so close?

“You like boys? You…like like boys?” Eddie whispers. You nod. He smiles, eyes a little watery.

“Me too,” He says softly. You just sit there, smiling at each other like two idiots.

“Cool,” You say softly. Eddie’s staring at you like he’s never really seen you before. Maybe he hasn’t, not like this. Maybe he’s never met another queer person. His eyes are so big, and dark, you feel like you could fall in and drown. He leans impossibly closer, and his hand brushes yours. You let out a strangled sort of noise. Smooth, real smooth.

“I just-“ Eddie cuts himself off. You knock your shoulder against his. Time to finish your leap of faith.

“Eddie, I’m going to be really super honest with you right now. I’m into you, like a lot. I don’t want you to feel, like, obligated, because there’s probably not a lot of other gay guys in Hawkins, but…yeah. Now you know,” You finish lamely. God, why do you keep alternating between weirdly confident and stupidly nervous? Eddie tugs at a strand of his hair, and covers your hand with his.

“I’m not feeling…obligated. I’m also into you. Like, so much it’s probably weird. I’m probably being weird,” He seems like he’s about to start nervous word vomiting, like Robin from marching band. You turn so you’re fully facing him. His face is very, very red, and he seems like he desperately wants to look at you but also absolutely can not make eye contact.

“You like me? I honestly didn’t know if you knew who I was, other than someone who wanted to buy drugs from you,” Eddie shook his head vigorously at your words, his hair bouncing everywhere.

“No man, I noticed you. You just always seemed so cool, like, you knew you weren’t popular and you just didn’t care. Like, that kinda shit doesn’t even matter to you. I dunno, I kinda always wished I was more like that. More like you,” Eddie’s really close now. You adjust the way you’re sitting, moving so your legs are crossed. Your knees touch his.

“You want to be like me?” You ask. Eddie nods.

“Yeah, pretty boy. I just think you’re cool,” His nervous fingers twist his rings. You wish you had something to anxiously fiddle with, too. You decide to pick at a rip in your jeans.

It’s definitely not your imagination. There’s tension, something alive in the space between you and Eddie. All of a sudden, like a switch was flipped. You’ve taken all the leaps, and stuck every landing so far. Your chances are pretty good, it seems. Another leap. Leap leap leap.

You crawl forward, and sit yourself down right in his lap.

Eddie looks up at you, all big brown puppy dog eyes. His hands hover over your thighs, like he has no idea what to do with them.

“Is this alright?” You ask.

“So fucking alright,” Eddie mumbles, and he’s kissing you, Christ, he’s fucking kissing you.

It’s like a dam has broken between you. It’s teeth and tongue and saliva, and you just can’t get close enough to him. His tongue is in your mouth, and fuck, having any part of him inside of you is nearly enough to make you cum in your jeans. He’s gripping your thighs now, and god, those rings.

His hands slide further, gripping your ass. He hauls you closer, so you’re literally sitting on his cock. You can feel the hot press of it through his pajamas.

“Eddie…” You start. Christ, you want it. You want him, so badly it hurts. You ache.

“Mhm?” Eddie hums, and begins to kiss down your throat.

You’ve done a pretty great job at navigating this whole encounter so far, but now that you’re here, your insecurities are getting the best of you. Well, maybe not insecurities, per say, but weird internalized shit. Whatever, you’ll save it for therapy, but for now:

“You, er, maybe don’t- uh…..you probably don’t want to have sex with me. Not that I’m assuming that we were going to have sex,” You blurt out. So cool, so smooth. Moron.

“Huh?” Eddie already looks throughly fucked. His cheeks are red and his hair is wild, and he’s so beautiful.

“I..you like men. You’re attracted to men. And like, I’m…absolutely a man, but maybe….not quite the kind of man you’d sleep with,” You cringe internally. Way to be clear and concise. Eddie cocks his head to the side like a puppy.

“I’m not following,” He grips your waist. Focus, please.

“I have a vagina,” Brillant. Awesome. Foot, meet mouth. Eddie just stares.

“Okay?” He makes a face that you hope means I don’t understand why we stopped kissing, let’s keep doing that.

“So…I don’t have a dick,” You stare back at him. Being transgender in the Midwest in 1985 equips you with a certain sense of realism, which means you know that typically the best outcome of people finding out that you’re trans is that they don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Even the gays don’t always know shit about gender. You’re shooting in the dark, here. Eddie pets your hair.

“Man, I don’t care. You’re a dude, I see you as a dude. I like men, you like men, we’re all gay men here. Right?” Eddie says, like it’s the easiest shit in the world. You look at him, stunned.

“God, I’m going to fuck you,” You more-or-less throw yourself at him. It’s not your fault that basic human decency turns you on.

Eddie flips you both, so he’s on top of you. You’re trapped between his body and his bed, surrounded by him and his clothes and his scent and everything is Eddie Eddie Eddie.

You pull at each other’s clothing urgently. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this, wild and desperate. You’re both down to your boxers, and Eddie’s grinding against you like he aches for it. He sneaks a hand under your ass, pulling you against him even more.

“I need to be inside you, please, please, let me,” Eddie is breathless, face against your neck. It’s kind of cute, how desperate he is. It’s not like you can judge, you’re just as hard-up.

“Please Eddie, c’mon,” Eddie shoves your boxers down around your ankles, then his. He holds himself over you, and his arms shake.

“How…how do you want this to go?” He asks you. You push him on his back and slide into his lap. You hover, on your knees, over his stiff cock. It’s flushed and dripping, and you fucking need it.

“Alright, sweet boy, lemme grab a condom,” Christ, with the nicknames again. He quickly snatches a bottle of lube and a condom from his bedside table and makes quick work of putting it on, and slicking himself up. You reach behind, and steady his cock as you slowly sink down.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie whimpers into your chest. You settle yourself into his lap, his cock fully seated inside you. This is what dreams are motherfucking made of.

“You okay, Eds?” You cup his cheek with your palm. You didn’t know that he’d be like this, that you haven’t even begun to move and he’s already this drunk on sex. He nods sheepishly, and thrusts shallowly.

“You’re just so fucking wet, and tight,” He runs his hands up and down your back, your thighs, your ass, like he has no clue what to do with them.

“C’mon big guy, fuck me like you mean it,” You chuckle. Eddie nods, like the good boy he is. He wraps his arms around you, and begins to fuck in to you, hard and wet. He lets out a plethora of noises, a goddamn symphony of moans and hums and gasps and choked-off little laughs. Fuck, he fills you up perfectly, like God carved out a space inside of you that was meant just for him. Pleasure rolls through you in waves. You were never particularly noisy during sex, but Eddie evidently knows exactly how to get you to gasp and moan.

“Please, fuck, I wanna- shit,” Eddie stumbles over his words, like his thoughts are all jumbled up. You have to admit, your brain is pretty scrambled too.

“Whaddya want Eddie?” You ask. He slows his thrusts and looks up at you.

“I just wanna- this,” He says, and he throws you both forward so he’s on top of you. He hikes your legs up around his waist and pumps into you with wild abandon.

“Jesus Christ,” He mumbles. You grin.

“No, just my name is fine,” You snark. He chuckles, and fists the sheets next to your head.

“God, fuck, I think I’m about to cum,” Eddie pants, rhythm faltering.

“Same,” you admit. You can feel it rising in you with each of Eddie’s thrusts, the slick drag of his cock hot like a brand inside you. You feel like a cup of warm tea filled to the brim, ready to spill. You feel like you’re under a warm blanket on a cold winter night. You feel sloppy and wet and like every second feels impossibly better than the last.

And then you cum around Eddie’s cock.

It’s like stars exploding. Supernova. It’s like a lot of things, and you can’t think of any of them because you are transcending time and space.

“God, fuck, you just creamed on my cock, holy shit, oh fuck-“ Eddie bits down on where your neck and shoulder meet, and cums inside you. You wish you could feel it, but hey, safety first.

Eddie slumps off to the side, out of breath. You stare at the ceiling, body twitching and slick with sweat. You kind of wish you had a cigarette. You look over at Eddie, who, quite frankly, looks braindead.

“Hey Eds?”

“Yeah, sweet boy?”

“Next time, fuck me from behind,”

“Jesus H Christ,”

“I told you, Eddie, just my name is fine,”

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kkaewrites · 1 year

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ok, then kiss me — osamu miya x reader !

warnings. ooc atsumu, description heavy.

tropes. damsel in distress, meet-cute.

you have never thought of yourself as perfect. which makes sense as to why you’d also never see anyone as flawless. for how can there be one, when all human beings are distinctly designed to be flawed? so, for years, this is what you believed in: everyone have their own defects. no one is god. no one is superior. no one can possibly make you feel otherwise.

until you came across him.

morning jogs were nothing out of the ordinary for you. there’s simply something in the cool air that you enjoy every sunrise, along with the pinkish hued skies. for no other reason would you have thought that today would be a different experience.

you’ve passed the usual tree a few blocks from your place. you’ve gone by the park, where the swing seats lie unaccompanied. the households you’ve memorized elapsed in nothing but colorful blurs, and the streets were emptied, save for the stray animals and a few old women. it was too early for anyone to be out. except maybe you.

except maybe the guy towering over you.

he was not on your routine. no, he’s not supposed to be on your routine. but somehow, as he faces you with a plastic bag full of what you could only guess were onigiris, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything negative.

you’ve heard of him. of his honeyed brown eyes and faux blond hair, yes, but more specifically, what he is. he’s a 6 feet tall, volleyball player that every woman is hyped about in school. nevermind the fact that he seems to have an attitude, because he’s damn good at what he does. even you, a not-so-sports-fan, acknowledges his hardwork. you’ve always thought everyone was exaggerating about him, but my god, they were definitely right.

his looks could rival a greek god. and that’s even without proper lighting. what a man he is, miya atsumu.

before you could fall (both literally and figuratively), you sent him a little nod and returned to your jog. you had no idea if he greeted you back, but you didn’t want to stay long enough to find out. there was absolutely no way you’d remain in a danger zone. so, a little shaken and dazed, you continued your morning routine like nothing happened.

although the fact that nothing did happen remains, you certainly think otherwise. for the first time, you thought that maybe there were perfect beings after all.

months pass. just when you thought that miya atsumu was something sort of a hiccup that day, it seems that he definitely didn’t think so. because every morning, as you jog using your favorite route, you’d come across him with a bag of onigiris. unlike the first day you met him, he’s covered in sweat. it didn’t take a genius to figure that he’s jogging. in the same time and same route as you.

talk about coincidence.

but again, like perfections, you’re no fan of fate. it doesn’t matter whether you’d see him every morning, especially since conversations were absent between the two of you. he had never tried talking to you, and you just find it awkward to have eye contacts with him, much more say anythting else. on rare moments that you do meet his brown eyes, though, you’d look away and run faster to avoid him.

you had no idea why you’re so flabbergasted every time you two run across each other, especially since it has happened for too many times already. and you’d like to think that you’re more of an extrovert than an introvert, so why can’t you speak in the presence of this man?

“excuse me.” shit.

he’s definitely pertaining to you. there’s no one in the street but you, and the only thing you could think of at that moment is ’i wish there had been more people‘ because the least you wanted to do then is to talk. especially to him.

nevertheless, you halted. panting and exhausted from your cardio, but heart beating erratically because of him. you were nervous and excited at the same time, so much so that you felt like you’re ready to burst at any given moment.

you turn to face him once you’ve caught your breath and composed yourself. “yes?”

“are you y/n?”

“yes, is something the matter?”

he holds a familiar towel, one that has your name stitched in the far corner, and steps evenly as he walks towards you. “ya dropped this, ‘s all.”

you accepted it quietly. not because you wanted to be rude, but because you had no idea what to even say to him. thanking him would be the normal response, but this was the only interaction you’ve shared with him in the span of months. were you really going to let it all go to waste?

he nods one last time and turns to leave, so in a panic, you blurted out the first thing you could think of.

“atsumu-san,” he stops. that was a stupid move. how could you call him by his first name just like that? one, he never formally introduced himself. two, he never gave you permission to. you internally cursed at yourself for just casually calling out to him like that, what then if he comes to the conclusion that you’re a stalker?

he raises his brow as he waits for you to finish. from the looks of it, he’s not upset. but you’re not entirely sure, maybe that’s his way of looking upset. either way, you get it over with. you didn’t want to prolong things further.

“thanks a lot.”

he nods, probably as his sign to leave. “see ya around, then.”

once he disappears from the corner you originally came from, you were able to let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. talk about intimidating. how could someone play against him and not melt into a puddle? you simply stood there and talked to him, yet your knees were wobbling.

is that what it feels like to be in the presence of a “perfect” person?

everyday, like clockwork, you’d run into miya atsumu while jogging. unlike the first few months of shrugging each other off, the both of you were finally able to at least greet one another. sometimes, it’s a simple nod or grin, and on other days, it’s a “good morning”.

you have grown accustomed to the greetings that your knees were no longer wobbly in his presence, but your image of him never faltered. if possible, it intensified. this went on for so long that there could only be one conclusion about your feelings.

you have a crush. on miya atsumu, of all people.

you huffed out a breath as you continued to jog. this was getting tiresome. you’re simply a different person when you’re face to face with the blond. it has got to stop. you don’t want to wait until it worsens and affects everything else around you. what if, with your dumb luck, you cross paths with him at school? will it also render you speechless?

could that happen?

this caused you to stop in your tracks, eyes glued on the very street you’d both cross paths. for some reason, you decided to switch up your route a bit. instead of the familiar turns you’ve been taking for the past months, you opted to take a left this time, which leads to your subdivision’s park.

you weren’t in the mood to see atsumu today. in fact, you’re not in the mood to affiliate yourself with him anymore. what you feel towards him is getting ridiculous. how could one have this much adoration for someone else? it’s suffocating and heavy in the chest.

impulsively kicking a nearby pebble, you stride towards one of the park benches. you’ve got no answer to your question, not even as you sit down to catch your breath. not even as light stretches in the sky. certainly not even as you realize that you’ve lost all chances of bumping into atsumu today.

you glumly waited for the sun to completely rise. this wasn’t the way to go. simply avoiding him won’t do anything because if this is what it feels like on the first day, what of the others to come?

had you foreseen that you’d get attached to someone like him, you would have ignored his existence completely. you would have taken a different route. damn it.

you’re bound to do something about this tomorrow.

the winds were out of control. it was unlike the calm mornings you’re used to greeting, but it was nothing an oversized hoodie could handle. this wasn’t enough to perturb you in any way, especially since the weather reports earlier claimed that it wouldn’t rain. and even if you were unnerved, you were sure that it had nothing to do with today’s gloomy mood.

yesterday’s events served as nothing but a reminder that miya atsumu has a strict influence in your behavior. you’re lucky enough that his classroom is a whole building away from yours, and your extracurriculars hinder you from bumping into him, so you’re fine when you’re at school.

but on early mornings? you can’t function. you see him everyday; on weekdays, as early as 5 in the morning, and on weekends, it’s 6. you have no way out. you tried changing your route to avoid him, but it was no use. there’s always an intersecting point between his house and yours.

so, if you want your old life back (which in this case, you terrible do) this whole crushing on him thing had to be settled. you’ve got to talk to him.

that was the goal imprinted in your head as you locked your front door and embraced the cold, misty morning.

the streets were as quiet as ever. only the sound of the wind against trees accompanied your lone jog because of the absence of everyone else, and the outer soles of your shoes pounding against the asphalt was enough to be heard from two blocks away. you guessed that it might be because of the lower temperature. people must have slept in.

you would have done the same if not for your main objective for today, but as the clock hits 30 past the hour of 5, you realize that maybe it was all for nothing. there’s no sign of miya atsumu. not even a strand of his hair or shadow could be seen.

and just as you thought that things wouldn’t get any worse, tiny droplets of rain fell from the sky. it slowly came as a gentle shower, so you weren’t bothered at all. however, when it started to get heavier and stronger, you quickened your pace and tugged your hood on. there’s no place you could take shelter from, seeing that the subdivision was full of suburban houses.

your house was 7 blocks away. you opted to run home and just take a quick shower after, but before you could even make such a decision, the rain poured. it was relentless and heavy, especially when it’s paired with the strong whirling winds. you’re not sure if you misheard the morning report— but this was not how you expected your day to occur.

so, you ran. not to your house, no. that was too far. you ran to the onigiri place that atsumu seemed to get his usual bag from. it was two blocks away.

the moment you finally found the perfect place to shield yourself from the rain, your hoodie was already wet. even your bra was wet. on top of that, it was freezing cold. just your luck, the onigiri shop was closed, but the store’s canopy roof served its purpose. you were going to stay here until the rain stops, considering that you don’t have any choices at all.

there’s no one outside but you. it’s a little overwhelming, more so because of the sudden rain downfall. there’s no one to talk to or at least acknowledge. the house adjacent to where you were standing had its bedroom lights on, but god forbid you bothering anyone who’s comfortable in their own homes. to think of it, this was mostly your fault.

you can’t believe that amidst all this trouble, miya atsumu never came.

a sigh withdraws from your system. the only source of heat you have was mostly gone. your clammy hands were pale and wrinkled, so it’s either the rain dies down or you. it was only a matter of time until you find out.

“ghost...?” you hear someone’s voice.

when you turn to look at them, you’re shocked to see who it was. it seems like your prayers have been answered, because who stands before you is none other than miya atsumu. he’s wearing a gray jacket and a black cap, while holding an umbrella. his other hand was tucked inside his jogging pants.

you’re not sure if he notices, but your face lights up at the sight of him. when he realizes that you’re not a ghost (as he speculated earlier), his attention turns towards the closed shop. he must’ve came just to buy his favorite food. or at least you think it’s his favorite.

“maybe they’ll open up later.“ you pipe up.

“will they?”

you shrug. he stands there in the middle of the rain, contemplating what he should do. you expected him to turn his back and walk away, but he does the opposite. he steps under the canopy and stands next to you.

it was cold. freezing. your clothes were wet and your hands were shivering. atsumu seems like he didn’t notice just how cold you are earlier, but the moment he does, he took off his jacket without a word. you don’t even try to stop him, not when the warmth that enveloped you was heavenly.

that left him in his purple shirt. he was wordless the whole time, and the only interaction between the two of you was when you talked about the shop and when he gave you his jacket. aside from that, silence ensued for about 30 more minutes.

him opening his umbrella disrupted your train of thoughts. he steps back into the street and turns to face you, “i don’t think they’ll open today.”

you nod, but he only stared at you blankly. realizing that he’s about to leave, you quickly took off his jacket but he stops you.

“what are you doing?”

“giving back your jacket.”

“let’s go, i’ll walk you.” he nudges to the street. the rain did not show any signs of stopping soon. “you don’t have an umbrella, right?”

and so, true to his words, he walks you home. the umbrella was too small for the both of you, especially with his huge build, but his warmth was nice. at least you weren’t freezing to death.

“this is me.” you tell him once you’ve reached your front gate. “thank you. for everything.” was your breathless addition.

he only nods as his response, then turned to walk away. not until you stop him.

“uh, atsumu-san!” you called, a little louder than how you imagined to say it but you didn’t want the rain to drown out your voice. he whirls to face you, a confused look plastered on his face as if asking me?

who else would it be? there’s no other atsumu around. you could have remarked sarcastically, but your body didn’t allow you to.

still, as he faces you, it was now or never. there was no use in doubletaking your thoughts because you’ve got nothing to lose. the best case scenario is to have him reject you so that you can peacefully move forward, and if that’s the ideal plan, what could go wrong?

“i like you.“ you whisper.

“louder, please.”

when your doubts were left unanswered, you finally let your impulsiveness string you along.

“i like you.” you didn’t yell because you thought it was embarrasing, but your words certainly didn’t fall upon deaf ears. in fact, it seemed as if the rain went quiet just so atsumu could hear what you had to say.

there was no change in his expression, and even if there was, it’s not as if you can decipher them easily.

“okay.” he nods. what does he mean by that?

before you could ask, a miniscule smirk appears on his lips. “then kiss me.”

“what?”

“did i hear you wrong? you said you like me.”

a frown etched itself onto your features. was he kidding? did he think you were kidding?

you have never kissed anyone, and you certainly did not think that you’d ever be placed in a situation like this. that you’d be kissing atsumu miya — that he would nonchalantly demand you to kiss him. he’s definitely out of his mind.

“you’re joking, right?” you question, watching him slowly walk back to you you.

“sorry, ’m not.”

his dark eyes stared into your vibrant e/c eyes, and you could swear there’s something different in it. he tucks a stray hair of yours behind your ear and leans in. was he going to...?

“w-what—”

but he doesn’t. instead, he leans in to whisper: “you confessed to the wrong twin, miss.”

notes. so sorry for the inactivity 😿 this was written last year & i just thought i’d post it today! this might have a part 2 but i’m not exactly sure how that would go so let me know ur thoughts! <3 for #bllk i’m working on 2 nagi fics (1 enemies to lovers, 1 flower shop au kinda), 1 itoshi sae (enemies to lovers AGAIN) & the part 2 for chigiri’s fic! 🫶🏻 thanks for all the patience & support!

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viviloveschilde · 10 months

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Im being more delusional than usual and i keep thinking about highschool love with childe(or anyone tbh) imagine us being like an introvert but not so introvert and only talk when we need then theres childe who can talk and make conversations with anyone even though he just met them... i mean i guess thats the reason hes super popular especially among the girls<3 bonus if childe and us were childhood friends but dont talk much coz we sometin3s dont have the chance to talk to him due to him being so popular and surrounded by people all the time :( BUTTT whnever he isnt surrounded by people, we do all those sweet highschool couples thing like walking home together, recess on the rooftop, after school studying at the library and all that<3 their relationship isnt a secret but its not that obvious do you get it?? Like we keep a low profile about our relationship but its not like we're trying to really hide it yk. A few people know about us but dont really pay attention to it especially to us coz we're kind of like polar opposites (him being extremely popular and us keeping everhthing to ourselves) so not a lot of people pay attention to us (which us both a good thing and a bad thing) Its like private but not a secret<3

I wanna exprience this so badly help

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Hi 🦅, this sounds like fun! I had to read it a few times to process what u were trying to say but I finally got it, so I hope u enjoy ur fic! (This idea is rlly cute, kudos to u~) If u wouldn't mind, leaving a tiny like and follow on ur way out would rlly help me~ thank you!

-Vi

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙉 𝘼/𝙐 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙀 𝙓 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

~𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮~

You were an introvert. You strayed away from people and could not stand being around many people, especially strangers. You only talked when you needed to, other times, your mouth was zipped shut. You were basically the opposite of your boyfriend, Childe.

Childe was outgoing, extroverted and popular. You on the other hand, were quiet and kept to yourself, introverted and not popular.

Although you were not very popular, since you guys were best friends since childhood, nothing really separated you and him.

He was always surrounded by people, especially the popular girls. Sometimes, you were worried that Childe would leave you for one of them but Childe would always shoot you a look when they came near him.

The look that seemed to say that he loves you and would never leave you.

Your relationship seemed very private although none of you even made and effort to keep it like that. Being the introvert you are, talking to him in school was not a choice since there were so many people around him.

But when you two were alone, it was a completely different story. You guys were high school sweethearts. Sharing soft kisses with a lingering aftertaste of him on your lips, watching the beautiful sunset while alone on the rooftop after school.

Walking home together, his hand holding yours tightly, never seeming to want to let them go. Planting kisses on your hands that fit perfectly in his.

Studying together at the library after school, no one was there, you guys were alone. In fact, sometimes, the study sessions would end up with Childe pinning you to the wall and kissing you passionately.

You loved him dearly. Anyone who knew about your relationship with him could tell. It was obvious enough. With all the kissing whenever you guys were together even with someone else there, who knew what you guys would do when alone.

Childe had even brought you to his home to meet his family. They liked you. They could see how much he loved you, with him showering you with kisses on the couch when he thought they were not there.

You also loved his adorable siblings, Teucer and Tonia. They were adorable and their cute antics were making you love them even more and more.

Sometimes, Childe would even be jealous of Teucer and Tonia, muttering under his breath about how they were stealing your attention away from him. When you heard this, you stifled your laughter and gave him a living kiss in the nose. How sweet!

This has been a dream, a match made in heaven. Childe and you, y/n. The perfect couple. Life could not be any better.

~END~

Heyy~ hope you enjoyed it. I felt so fuzzy and warm while writing this. Thanks for the request , 🦅! Do leave a like and follow on your way out! Thank you~ <3

-Vi

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stateswscarlet · 6 months

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Hi scarlet! So I realized that I felt like I was being held back. I’d love to hear your pov.

Storytime: I was in a long relationship so I got accustomed to having my person (sp). He was my person and basically my best friend that I told everything to, I have always been very private about my life but with him in the picture, I would tell him stuff and forget to inform any of my other friends. I’m also very antisocial and introverted so finding my person was literally a dream come true.

This also resulted in me not rly having any actual close friendships and although I had like one real friendship, she got a boyfriend and became the same exact way I was but even worse (she frl be neglecting me).

We shared a friend group though and so if I wanted to go out because I didn’t want to neglect my friends we would go or vise versa. We didn’t just suddenly abandon them yk. He was the extrovert in our relationship. I spent every single day with him. We also weren’t comfortable with having friends of the opposite gender (if they were our friends before it was good and ofc we could have convos with the opposite gender). So I was completely fine with this bc I just don’t be talking to anybody.

But once we broke up I felt like I was missing out on everything. He had his guy friends and even made girl friends (my assumption). He was going out and even with these girl friends. I had nothing to do with my days. Now I definitely want him back. But my eye twitches when I overhear this girl saying “It’s not funny you woke me up when you called me and asked me to run” or when she’s all touchy on him.

Since I certainly know that, that would NOT be happening if we were together. I certainly know that if I want to get back together with him even hanging out with my guy friends alone would bother him (I would be too) and I just can’t have that guilt of knowing I want him back and hanging out with and talking (being friendly) with guys while being single. Because I know once we get back together I would cut all these guys off in a heartbeat and we would have a conversation on what we did when we were not together. It’s just embarrassing yk.

He was so madly in love with me when we were together but once we broke up, he honestly embarrassed me and I don’t wanna embarrass myself even more doing all this stuff when I know for a fact I would drop all these guys in a heartbeat and never look in their direction if we got back together

Sorry this was so long! I just felt like I’m not living life how I should be and I seriously have no friends (which I’m fine with) but if I was with my man, I would be out everyday doing something.

you do realize you can apply the law to having your ideal social life/friends right? it doesnt have to remain exclusive to manifesting sp.

i completely get where you’re coming from, and as someone who is also an introvert and wasn’t really surrounded by a bunch of friends and USED TO mainly rely on my bf for a social life (him being the extroverted one), I will tell you right now that being this way may seem cute and feel normal on paper, but its the number one way to become codependent on your bf and the relationship you have. you don’t need a massive friendgroup or a booming social life, but you CANNOT be waiting on sp to liveyour life. idc what you do but you need your own independence and personality and hobbies aside from the relationship, and you should have at least one friend who you treat equally as your partner (manifest a best friend if theres no one u have rn).

as for your guy friends situation i just feel like you’re overcomplicating this too much, if you feel uncomfortable then don’t hang out with them, but also keep in mind you’re not in a relationship in the 3D, so it makes no sense to act like you are and cut them off (if they’re good friends) just because you “know if sp was here you’d cut them off”; well sp isn’t in your 3D as your mans so you shouldn’t be doing anything that you would do in a relationship. whatever you do in the 3D never conflicts with imagination because everything is neutral and you aren’t doing this to see it in the 3D.

also, you need to forgive sp for hanging out with girl friends bc to be fair you guys aren’t together in the 3D and I understand feeling annoyed, but that is something you need to work on yourself and move on from otherwise you’ll never stay loyal to your new state. it sounds harsh but i promise i was in your situation too, but he isn’t responsible that you choose to have a different (almost nonexistent) social life. theres no point being hurt and annoyed knowing damn well you’re choosing this for yourself day after day.

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fictionadventurer · 2 years

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@teabooksandsweets has me wondering which classic literary characters I'd get along with. Not necessarily like best as a person, or relate to personally. Just, who could I comfortably socialize with as a casual acquaintance?

Roger Hamley from Wives and Daughters is a top choice. He's just so down-to-earth. Genuinely a nice guy, willing to engage with people on their level. I could talk with him about science for hours.

I don't know how well our personalities would mesh, but I want to be friends with Marian Halcombe from The Woman in White. A very appealing combination of energy and sense. You could have interesting conversations with her.

I would not get along with Anne Shirley in real life. I can relate to the imaginitive, inquisitive side of her personality, but her imagination goes in a "flowers and rainbows" direction that I'd find weird. Plus she's judgey. Gilbert Blythe, on the other hand, is sensible. Seems more down-to-earth, willing to engage with people where they are. If nothing else, we could talk about medical stuff.

I would get along so well with Henry Tilney and Catherine Morland. Henry might seem a bit too gregarious at first--someone who'd hang with the extroverts--but if we got into the same social circle, I'd find him easy to talk to. He's a guy you can bullshit with. He likes that back-and-forth banter that involves satirically saying dumb things, and I love those kinds of conversations. Catherine's down-to-earth and sensible, with a love of reading; I could talk easily with her. And Eleanor's lovely, too. Hanging with them would be like hanging out with my siblings. Extremely comfortable social situation.

Mr. Knightley is so considerate that whether or not we get along personally, he'd make sure I felt welcome and would chat very comfortably with me.

I'd probably have a Jane-Fairfax-ish opinion of Emma and not much care for her conversation, but I would probably also find Jane Fairfax too stand-offish and intimidating.

Anne Elliot and Fanny Price are too introverted to comfortably converse with me. We'd all be in our own heads and we'd never get the chance to find out if we have any common interests. The same probably goes for Margaret Hale; she might converse to be polite, but there probably wouldn't be genuine connection.

I would find Flambeau's personality appealing and love to listen to his wild stories, but I don't think I'm the type of person he'd care to engage in conversation.

Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane would be way too intimidating and they probably wouldn't like me. They're on such a high intellectual level that they'd probably just gossip about how dull and uninteresting I am as soon as I left the room.

Assuming I wound up in his submarine under non-kidnapping circumstances, I'd probably be drawn in by Captain Nemo's charisma, but I can't help thinking I'd sense some bad vibes despite that.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner from Pride and Prejudice would be great. I'd happily go on a long trip with them. But I'm not sure I'd get along with anyone else from that book. Oddly enough, Wickham is coming to mind as someone easy to talk to. If Darcy didn't come into the conversation and I didn't know his backstory, I'd probably like talking to him.

#i think that's enough for now #books #random thought of the day

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Hi! I’d like to request a matchup

Personality/ Appearance:

I’m 170 cm. I have shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. My mbti is ENFJ. My sun and moon sign is libra. I’m a pisces rising. Some words to describe me are playful, loud, bold, and talkative. I can easily to walk up to strangers and start a conversation (yes I’m that person that just randomly starts talking to people while waiting in line). I enjoy going out and hanging with friends. I also love to make people laugh (I feel so proud of myself when someone gets my joke). In group projects I naturally take the leadership role, and always make sure to ask for other people’s input. I’m very competitive and goal oriented. I also study a lot. I can be very indecisive and I’m very hard on myself. My love language is gift giving and acts of service. When it comes to receiving love I love all of them, but my favorite is acts of services. Although I love a bustling and lively environment, I have recently been preferring quiet and calm settings.

Hobbies: I like helping others and volunteering. I like cold weather. My hobbies are swimming, hiking, reading, baking, playing guitar, and dancing hula. I love spontaneous late night adventures and drives.

Ideal type: My ideal date first date would probably be something fun like an escape room or an obstacle course. My ideal date (in general) would be a nice walk where my s/o and I just talk. My ideal type is someone who is funny and playful (a type of humor and vibe is the same ya know), but also can be serious, sweet and loving.

Anyway, thank you so much for doing this! - ♥️💜

thank you for your submission anon! i’ve written a few short responses because you didn’t specify what group you would like me to focus on.

choi yeonjun Tomorrow x Together

i really think yeonjun would want someone creative to be in a relationship in. hes such a extrovert, i can totally picture him being the type of person to drag you out the door to go do shit. would make fun of your height. it's an unstoppable force. yeonjun doesnt seem like it all the time, but he really tries to do things for people he cares about.

sim jake Enhypen

oh god can't you see it?? running around doing absolutely nothing productive?? jake has many moods to himself. he really enjoys fun environments where he can be himself. although he's in introvert, he's also super social and enjoys spending time and helping out his friends and family.

han jisung Stray Kids

this guy is chaos. if your chaos?? even better. even though jisung is chaos, he is SUCH a romantic. actually he would love taking you out on cute dates to fancy restaurants. jisung shows people love by affection and to be honest, for you anon the balance between your qualities i think he would really appreciate.

#kpop matchups #matchups #txt matchups #txt yeonjun #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #txt #txt fluff #enhypen jake #enhypen #enha #enhypen fluff #stray kids han #han jisung #skz #stray kids #stray kids fluff

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obscurewritings · 6 months

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#16

Why can't I just be left at peace? Why can't I- for once, just have a quiet life where drama isn't something I'm constantly surrounded by? Why can't I speak up about my discomfort? My dread of messing up?

WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO HARD TO COMMUNICATE?!

I fucking hate everything. I'm not finished with October and just started a new grading period. Things would get better, right? No, they fucking don't. I think about shit that doesn't matter. Why can't I just ignore that, for once? I just want the rest of high school to be peaceful. Where I'm not uncomfortable to speak up about how I feel mentally. Yes, I rant about certain things (only two as of late). Yes, I have some courage to be in my own skin. Yes, I love my classes.

But no, my social life is making me feel shitty. It's not even that toxic for once, everything just makes me anxious to fuck up. I get so tense around everyone, it sucks. Most of my friends are ambiverts (leaning towards extrovert) and I'm over here trying to question why I can't just communicate. I've tried, but it's always at a bad time, so it'd be better to not. Everyone has their own drama, and I'd rather just listen. Mine's not that interesting anyway. I'm just a fucking emo kid who's getting shit talked.

Speaking of that...

Today in my CCR class, this group of people were being obnoxious next to me, and just overall, I wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. But I had my headphones on when two of them started laughing before one of them asked me if I had Instagram. I was hesitant, but I gave them my socials on a slip of paper while they were giggling. I thought nothing of it, but they went quiet and started laughing again. That's when I noticed one of their phones, with one of my posts, and underneath, a text that read "ermmmm.". My heart fucking dropped and they noticed I saw it and started to laugh and make a comment about it. Why? What was the point? What the fuck is the point to talk shit about someone you don't fucking know at all?

My friend had some drama and I tried giving my output before backing out of the conversation. I felt too hesitant to add on anything and in the end, felt shitty about it. But how dare I feel that way. How could I make that about me? It had nothing to do with me. That's shitty of me. I shut up and went to walk around the bus loop to maybe get my mind off things. But my mind kept racing and kept racing, overthinking every single thing I could imagine. I hate it, because it kept reminding me that in the sense, I can't speak up for myself. I'm easy to push around because, by the time I want to do something about it, it's too late. I'm too soft, my friend was right. I'm just a softie. I need to toughen up, but what?

Is this how my friends feel when I open up? Just another fucking sob story? Some bullshit I can just get over? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why couldn't I see this earlier? I'm such an idiot, it was so obvious. Maybe I need to stop fucking talking because why the fuck should I?

I can't keep doing this, it's stupid.

There this guy who has a crush on me and I don't know how to confront it without seeming full of myself or like a narcissist. I'm not all that, and frankly, don't like feeling that way, it makes me feel like a snob. He said this one thing that made me uncomfortable and in general, he's starting to make me uneasy, but I don't wanna be a bitch about it. I left him on read, and I don't wanna respond to him anymore.

I miss riding my bike every day, I didn't have to think and I zoned out for a whole hour due to exhaustion. I biked until my legs ran numb, until I wanted to throw up, until my whole body was shaking. I miss physically exhausting myself until it shuts my brain off and all I could feel was being sore. I miss it, miss that feeling. But we can't always get what we want.

-Dxll Face

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myimaginarywonderland · 9 months

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Because I saw this on Tiktok, here's the drivers ranked by how much I would want to genuinely meet them, have a conversation and possibly start a friendship. I will give explanation given, but beware these are just the vibes I as a queer (possibly) not-cis person am feeling on safety, conversations topics etc. (Remember this is not serious and I don't know these people and certainly never will.)

Esteban instant yes. That man loves comic books, is a sweetheart of track and just seems so chill when of the track. I also think he has such a genuine personality that I would adore. I am certain he would be a great friend and a wonderful listener, a perfect shoulder to cry on.

Kevin another definite yes. I have always liked him and I think he would be especially safe to be around now that he is a girl dad who will know the struggles women have. But I also just think he is such an interesting person. From his interest in sailing to him actually working before F1 I feel like there would be so many conversations topics to have with him that he would be open minded to. He would also bring me out of my shell in a non-pushy way which gets a big plus.

Oscar is a yes but a more tentative one mainly because I still feel like I don't know enough about him as a person. But he is an introvert like me and he just seems so chilled that he would be great to hang out with like every once in a while and just basically do nothing, enjoy silence together with maybe some conversations between that. Would probably be a close friend because introverts can just understand the need for silently hanging out together. Also seems like he is actually like a chatty person and would listen to my rants and then remark with like a dry ass comment which would crack me up.

Lance again a more tentative yes mainly due to him different being in different friend circles than I would ever be. I think if I grew up more sporty it would be an instant yes but seeing how much he actually enjoys sports also in the off-season is just a possible barrier. Mainly because I have done like 2 sports genuinely but I would also be open to try those new ones with him. And I feel like even with a different background he would just be fun to be around if I am feeling more extroverted. I don't think he would be a close friend but I have no doubt that he would be a great one. I just think our interests are too different to make this a clear yes. But I think there's a benefit here in that we could probably teach the other new things or show the other new stuff which would help and I also feel like he is just a nice person at heart that would genuinely try to make a friend as awkward as me feel welcome because he knows how though fitting in can be like. Would also try to understand like the whole package that is me and that would be a big plus point.

Now, I would love to meet Alex and I am certain he would be fun to hang out with but I just don't know if he would ever be someone I would see as a friend which is mainly due to me also just not knowing enough about him. Like, his Twitch era? That Alex and I would absolutely get along but his golf thing? Off putting. I also think he is just someone who probably only hangs out with his smaller circle and I don't feel like our personalities would match enough to be that close. + I feel like he is a big family guy and I would feel weird intruding there so I would probably distance myself off sometimes because I feel I would be too much.

While I think Lewis is a great person and we definitely hold similar beliefs and would probably have a great time talking I just don't think we would ever be friends because this man is so busy with things and public while I can't even go grocery shopping sometimes. I think I could meet to hang out with him like once a year because that man has a schedule that is longer than my brain could ever comprehend. I also think our personalities would not match enough for a close friendship but he might be someone you hang out with once every 3 years. A great person for more nuanced and deeper conversations that is sure.

Valtteri would be a lovely person to meet and chat with but I doubt we would be close friends. That man is way too active and enjoys sports too much in his downtime while I need to recharge with a book. I think he would be someone that you meet through a friend a few times and the conversations always stick with you because they are so enjoyable but you just know that you have different interests so you stick to the chats you would sometimes randomly have. Maybe if you have a really close friend you share you would also send each other messages sometimes. I would learn a lot from him and his chats almost like a life lesson or a podcast to listen to.

Zhou is a really interesting case because I truly do not know anything about him other than his interest in fashion outside F1 which I don't share but would love to hear about. But realistically I could not tell you what you would do when meeting up? Like, does he also enjoy surfing like Lance or? This man is a mystery to me in a way so I would love to meet him but I have no idea what would come off that. I think he is a kind person but I could not tell you if our vibes would match.

Logan is another interesting person to me because he just seems so American. The name, his speaking manners, him being from Florida, the political scandal with his family etc. This makes me wonder if he also (as one might assume) truly is like a full blown republican or if like the entire American front would throw you off when you actually get to know him because you would not assume him to be so different. So I would love to have a chat but if he is a republican like fully American one there is no way we would be friends.

Yuki I think is difficult for me to tell because I don't really have a read on him. I think he would be great to meet, talk to but I could not tell you if he would even want to meet me again. I think the common ground would be our love for food which could kick-start like hanging out and cooking but I feel like after that we might have more differences in a way that could clash with each other.

George would probably be nice to talk too but he just seems like someone that would annoy me after a bit. This is not meant hateful but I feel like just as Logan seems very American George is just so British which would probably be weird for me and I just don't think our sense of humor is similar or our personalities really. I don't think he is a bad person I just don't think I could get along good enough to be friends and he would probably be someone that would annoy me in some way after like the third time meeting (just a feeling.)

Nyck I just don't really care for? Sure I wouldn't say no to meeting him but this man just seems like he has 0 interest in me or the other way around I just don't think I could be bothered to for a friendship with him or even try to reach out. I wouldn't say he is a bad person I just think after seeing him in FE something about him is off-putting to me and would stop me from reaching out after maybe a long conversation and a first meeting.

I would be so interested in talking to Alonso but I feel like he would probably be someone I would be very wary with. I just do not trust him and I would also be intimidated by him for a reason I can not name. There are bad vibes here but I also think he has matured so they aren't as bad as they maybe were when he was younger. But this man just feels like he would not like me and possibly insult me without meaning to but it would stick with me.

Charles is just not someone I would be friends with. Do not trust that girl hopper eventhough I think he has a kind heart and would be lovely to chat to. I would treasure that conversation but leave it there because that man seems too perfect sometimes which is a warning. While I think you would be fine for a chat once or even a longer meeting, everything else after that would be cautious and I would be aware of just this feel of alertness.

Lando would annoy me. That man would piss me off quickly and probably many times so yeah. Maybe he doesn't mean to but his personality, his attitude, would absolutely clash with mine and make me be a dick in return.

Ricciardo is the same expect I would be pissed off with his optimism and sunshine attitude if I had a shit day. I also feel like he would just be too much for my overstimulated brain quiet a lot which would already make me see him negative eventhough he isn't a bad person. His personality and just charm would become grating to me.

Max is pretty self-explanatory I think that man is thinking about either racing or sex 24/7 so yeah hell no. Not to mention there are so many people that are red flags in his close circle it's like a glaring flashing sign.

Perez is a catholic cheater, that says it all. Also made sexist comments, so I would insult his ass the first time I open my mouth.

Hulkenberg with the sexist comments also and giving me a big red flag since I started watching F1. Would not like to talk to him, would not trust him or ever think about being friends with him. There's an arrogant and irritating aura that he gives me which just raises my inner alarm.

Gasly is a big ick if I ever saw one. That man is just very weird and is not raising my alarms but rather I am already on the way to escape. Just racid vibes especially when I imagine him with women there's a sense of wariness.

I would feel the urge to clock this man on sight. I do not even know why but he would definitely think his creepy behaviour is charming, he would use his good lucks for shitty things which would piss me off and he would definitely be an ex-boyfriend of one of your friends that if given the chance you would deck. Screams cheater and weirdo that hides behind the nice guy facade.

#f1 #i will piss people off but remember this is a.) for fun and b.) purely based on my biases and the vibes I get from drivers

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Is This Okay?

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) flirty Jack like holy fuck unholy amounts of flirty Jack, semi-public groping, kissing, and semi-public vaginal fingering.

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A/N: co-written by @sweetangel0069

Anna Jesus Christ you obliterated me with this prompt. I don’t even know what to say. I could barely breathe while I wrote it. This is another Daddy Whiskey fic that doesn’t directly have the sensational daddy kink we all know and love, only because it’s early into Daddy and Babycakes’ relationship, earlier than in “Watch Me”.

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“Sure,” she chuckles, teasing you in your anxious state. “But why are you so nervous? It’s not like you’ve never met the man before.”

“I know, but I just… there will be other people there, people I don’t know. I don’t want him to feel obligated to keep me by his side all night. But I don’t really want to be by myself and if I go alone, I know I will.”

“You don’t think he’d show you around or introduce you to people?”

“No, no I know he would. It’s just, Christ, we’ve only been on one official date. I don’t want to come off clingy right away. He invited me, and I’m happy about that. I just want to see how it goes, and have someone there to have my back if it goes any other way than good, alright?”

“Alright, alright,” you can hear her laughing on the other end of the phone, and while you know she’s just being lighthearted, it only makes your anxiety worse.

Kelsey was by far one of your most extroverted friends and was perfect for this situation. If Jack didn’t talk to you much, you’d have her by your side so you could still have some fun. And if he did end up talking to you more than not, she’s perfectly comfortable going off and finding some friends of her own. It’s not that you couldn’t make your own friends, you’re just, well… you’re just nervous, okay?

All of your past relationships had been with individuals much closer to your own age, and much less intimidating. Jack’s personality in and of itself was intimidating, but the possibility of attending a house party hosted by him made the word intimating look small. Up until now, the only indicator of Jack having a privately owned beach house was… well, there were none. In every conversation you’ve had thus far, you learned about a textbook’s worth of knowledge about Jack’s life, and still, every time you talked it was as if you knew nothing at all. It seemed endless, the things he’s done and the things he’s planning to do. So far, the main things you’ve been able to gather have been the following: extremely handsome man with an extremely elaborate life. That’s about it. But nonetheless, you’re excited to find out more, no matter what your nerves may be telling you.

Even though it was rather last minute, Kelsey had no problem arriving at your house on time. She’d showed up nearly an hour before your planned time, and you know exactly why.

“Thank you,” you all but fall into her arms for a hug

She’s found you in your room, your entire space overwhelmed with possible outfit ideas scattered all across your bed and floor. Kelsey giggles, flopping you back down on your bed.

“This guy’s really gotten inside your head, huh?”

You pout, nodding three times before shooting up with an excited grin. “But in the best of ways!”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re crazy, he better be ready.”

“Shut up,” you toss back, pointing around your ruined room. “Please help me!”

You explained to her that you want to look attractive, you really want to catch his eye. It’s clear Jack’s interested in you, hell, the first time you met he told you that you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. The weekend after that, he took you out to the nicest restaurant you’d ever been to. And now, he’s inviting you to his house party. Clearly, he wants to see you more. So, why not give him something to see?

“You sure it’s not too much?”

“You said you want to catch his eye, right?” she asks, hands on her hips as she raises her brow. You look at the outfit, and then up at her. After you’re excited smirk and nod, she replies, “You’ll catch his eye in this.”

Kelsey decides to drive, claiming that you ‘might not be coming back home tonight’. You doubt things will take that big of a turn with Jack, but why not plan ahead? Speaking of planning ahead, you’re glad you looked up the location beforehand, because it’s about an hour away and in a city neither of you have ever been to. If you ever saw someone your age around here, it’s probably because they’re getting paid to be on someone’s arm. But hey, no judgement in your book. You don’t think that’s what Jack wants but if he did? Hell, you’d be on his arm in a heartbeat, too.

“Okay,” she says, pulling into a parking space a few yards down the lot. “What’s the plan?”

“Well…” you start, eyeing the incredibly lively house before giving her your response. “We can go in and knock, I mean, someone has to answer the door, right? By the looks of the house, he has to have some kind of mini bar in there. When we get inside, wanna shoot for the bar first?”

“Deal.” She nods, giving you a light fist bump before you both turn to step out of the car.

It’s still light out, but the sun is setting quick. You wonder when everyone plans on going down to the beach. While walking over, you pass by a section that oversees the sandy shores, and they’re completely empty.

Okay, you need to settle down. It took less than a minute to reach the front door of Jack’s beach house and now you feel like you’re about to pee your pants. You’ve seen him before, you’ve kissed him before, clam the hell down! Lucky for you, Kelsey musters up the courage to knock on the door, and while you wait, you find yourself hoping it’s not him that answers. You need a drink in you before you can even attempt to find him.

“Hi!” Kelsey loudly greets, nearly making you jump out of your skin. “We were invited by Jack!”

You look up to see a taller man standing before you, the toothpick in his mouth shifting as he grins. He eyes both of you up and down for a moment, before snapping his gaze back to your faces. Then, he turns, jerking his head to the side.

“Come on in.”

“That dude was hot.”

“Kelsey shut up, he’s right there!”

She snickers at you, turning her eye to wink at the man that let you in. Well, you know where she’s going if you end up parting ways in the night.

The two of you continue to walk through the crowd, doing your best to find some sort of bar to ease your nerves. You twist and turn around people in order to move through, and the looks you get are far more intriguing than you would’ve thought. Eyes linger when people turn to you, your choice of attire to blame for this. Kelsey had picked out a white bikini for you, the top being triangle-shaped with the bottoms thinly high-waisted. You spill out slightly on the sides of your top, your hips accentuated with the high-waisted shape of your bottoms. Overtop your swimsuit sits a sheer cover-up, extremely sheer, and designed to look like a dress. It’s white, too, but might as well be labeled as see-through. It's sleeveless with a plunging neckline, the material cinching at your waist and ending about mid-thigh. With the bikini being so revealing and your cover-up doing nothing to hide your body, your curves were on full display.

“Hey, there’s a bar over there.” You point out, eyeing the not-so-mini bar on the far end of the living room.

The house is huge, ginormous, and entirely beach themed. It’s almost cheesy, the décor, and it makes you laugh. Jack seems like such a modern man, his attire and choice of vehicle displaying that entirely. You wonder if it’s him that decorated the house, or someone else.

“Oh hey! Is that him?” Kelsey asks, her voice loud but you’re unconcerned. The house is filled to the brim with people, there’s not a chance anyone could hear your personal conversation.

Upon her words, you glance up, that handsome smile more than noticeable. He’s standing in the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop while he talks with a few other men. Your cheeks immediately heat up, a bashful smile growing on your face. He’s so charming, even from this far away. You can tell when he’s talking that whatever he’s saying is genuine, and when he isn’t talking, he’s listening, really listening. He seems so attentive and kind, and he has such good manners. Since the night you’d met, he pulled out your every chair, opened every door, paid for any and all of your food and drinks, walked you up to your door to make sure you got home safe. He’s such a gentleman, and the memories swirling in your brain only further the red stain on your face.

“Here,” Kelsey chuckles, handing you a drink. You’d been so enamored with Jack’s presence that you’d forgotten to answer her; you didn’t even realize she’d been making you a drink.

“Thanks,” you smile, sighing out a laugh.

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“What? What?” you immediately perk up, only able to get one sip of your cocktail.

“He’s coming over here.” She whispers, turning back toward the bar.

All of a sudden, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and your heartrate skyrockets into the atmosphere. With a small breath, one that was meant to calm you but actually only makes your heartrate worse, you turn.

“Hey, darlin’.” Jack smiles, dropping his hand once you turn to face him.

Good lord, why did he have to wear this? Why? Since your first kiss you’d been dying for more, anything more, a little makeout session or even a light grab, but now? He’s making your thoughts become unhinged.

“Hi,” your voice wavers a little, both hands now cupping your drink.

He smiles even brighter at you upon hearing your light voice, the hand that was on your shoulder now reaching for your side. Gently, he leans in, pulling you closer for a hug. A small gasp peaks through your lips, one of your hands leaving your drink to wrap around him in return. The button-up he’s wearing is white, but not a single button is attached to the other side, leaving the entire front open. His beautifully bronzed skin peaks through, the lightly outlined muscles of his stomach and chest on full display. And when he brings you in for a hug, you can feel his warm skin rub over your own.

“I’m glad you made it!” he says, pulling away. “Why didn’t you text me? I’d have come out to get you.”

“Oh,” you grin, heart beating in your chest at the gesture. “I, I wasn’t sure what to do.” You stammer out with a chuckle.

It makes you stumble over your words, being in the presence of Jack and his incredibly handsome features. And Jack can see how flustered you are, the rosiness in your cheeks flushing down to your chest and up to your ears. He grins at this; you’re so cute.

“I brought my friend with me, too.” You tell him with a smile, turning to address her. But when you do, you find that she’s no longer there. “Oh,”

Jack chuckles, nodding behind you. When you turn you see just what he’s laughing at, and you join in on it, too.

“Of course,” you giggle, eyes now back on him.

“Seems like she’s found good company.” He remarks, lifting his bottle to take a sip.

Of course she’d find the man from the door, of course.

“Come here, sugar.” Jack says with a slight jerk of his head. You step forward, lips parting in timidness as he slings an arm around you. “Wanna introduce you to some of my friends, would you like that?”

You want to respond with actual words but find yourself falling short. You’re breathless, speechless. All you do is nod, and again, he grins.

“Most people just call him Tequila.” Jack says, introducing you to another Statesman agent.

“Hi there, honey.” Tequila says with a grin, shaking your hand. “You must be the girl Whiskey’s been so fond of lately.”

A bit of air chokes out of your throat, unsure of how to respond. But before you do, Jack does instead.

“She’s the one.” He grins, the arm on your shoulders lowering to wrap around your lower back, landing on your hip.

Your skin shivers with a combination of anxiety and excitement, your heart pounding beneath your ribs. You’re not sure exactly where you stand with Jack, neither of you have made anything official or exclusive, but now… you’re getting a pretty good idea.

He introduces you to a couple more coworkers, Agent Brandy and Agent Absolut. Jack claims his boss is around here somewhere, too.

“I don’t really care to find him, though.” He admits, both of you returning to the bar so he can refill your cup.

“Why not?” you ask, a small furrow in your brow as you accept your new drink.

“I’ve got all the company I need right here.” He grins, giving you a quick wink when he tips his bottle back again.

When you blush again, your eyes momentarily darting away, he sneaks another peak. Now, he’s a gentleman, he’d never let himself get caught ogling a woman so overtly, but when she looks away? That’s a different story. When he saw you from across the room at the mini bar after you first arrived, he completely left his current conversation. Not only was he excited to see you but he was more than excited to get a closer view of what you had on. Or rather, the places that didn’t have anything on. He’d never seen so much skin on you before. He knew you were gorgeous, knew you had a nice body from the outfits you’d worn, but holy hell, was he not expecting this. Your bathing suit hugs you in the most flattering of ways, you cover-up giving just a hint of mystery that Jack very much likes. He so badly wants more, so badly wants to touch you in more ways than one. But he’s refrained from doing so up until now. He wants to make sure you’re aware of his genuine interest before he explores you. But he’s becoming impatient with himself. Little does he know that so are you.

“Oh,” you suddenly say, grabbing Jack’s attention. “I guess people are heading down to the beach.”

Jack follows your gaze, a mischievous smile crossing his face. He watches as most of his guests cross the barrier onto the back porch, the steps leading directly down to his own private area of the beach.

“Do you want to…” you offer, glancing back over at him.

He doesn’t give you an answer, at least not right away. After he’s had another fill f staring at your gorgeous face, he shakes his head a little.

“Let me get another drink.”

Jack says you can sit on the couch if you’d like while he grabs another bottle, and you do. There are still a few people lingering in the room, so while you wait, you take out your phone to look busy.

“Whoever’s on the other end of that phone is one lucky guy.” Jack teases, plopping down beside you.

You grin at his playful assumption, eyebrows raising slightly as you take in the proximity of his body as he sits. Jack gets comfortable beside you, angling his body so he’s turned slightly to face you.

“You feelin’ nervous, sugar?” he gently asks, voice quieter now.

At this, you feel a bit self-conscious, glancing down at your hands. Hopefully it hasn’t been too noticeable, and it if it has, you hope it hasn’t bothered him. He sees how flustered you are and grins. Something pulls at the muscles inside his chest; he wants to see that look more often. He likes making you blush.

He hums happily, mischievously, suddenly reaching over to scoop his right hand under your calves. When he does this, his left hand moves, too, sliding behind your back. All at once, he lifts your legs, placing them over his lap while he pulls you in even closer with his hand on your back. Your right hand had been resting on the top of the couch, naturally falling behind his neck and onto his shoulders as he moves you. You gasp as he moves you, swallowing thickly as you begin to rest in your new position. You’re practically sitting on his lap, his nose now just inches from yours.

“There’s no need to be nervous around me, darlin’.” He coos, his smile unwavering.

Jack’s smile encourages one to pull on the corners of your own lips, too. You can feel his left hand, warm and strong as it rests on your back, holding you against him. The hand he used to haul your legs up and over his lap finds a resting place on your knee, and the skin-on-skin contact makes you shiver. You feel light-headed, and it’s not just the drinks. You’ve only had two, anyway. It’s him.

He hums lowly, his tongue wetting his lower lip as his warm, deep-toned eyes scan your face.

“I really am happy that you’re here.” He admits, voice quiet and tender.

You smile at this, taking a deep and for once, relaxing breath. You let your body find comfort in his hold, some of the tension easing its way out as his fingers slowly rub your back.

“I’m really happy I’m here, too.”

Slowly but surely, Jack coaxes more words from you, doing his best to make you comfortable in his home, in his hold. And as your words begin to travel, so do the other guests, all of them having now made their way down to the beach.

You’re not sure why you were so nervous in the first place. It’s always so easy to talk to him, your conversations always smooth and more than enjoyable. And even though you learned so much about him, he always somehow managed to redirect the conversation back toward you. He wants to know more about you, too; he’s so interested in you. He’s never had a woman so young, so interesting and so beautiful reciprocate his feelings in this way.

You continue talking, smiling at him all the while. He scans your face as you tell him about your day and your job, viewing your beauty as he listens to it, too. Jack quickly finds his own heart racing, feeling the warmth of your skin, seeing the stunning features you hold, so caught up in the image of you that his next words slip out without him even realizing it.

“Sugar, you’ve got some beautiful lips.”

His words make yours stop entirely, your supposedly beautiful lips parting in awe. You’re so flustered by his words and his voice and his beauty you can barely manage out any further syllables.

“Oh, um… t – thank you,” the timid smile on your lips complimenting the light blush on your cheeks.

You feel Jack’s hand begin to move on your knee, not much, only a little. His fingers rub your skin, sending an incredible tingle up your skin. You take in a quick breath of air, eyes flickering down to where he’s touching you and then back up to him.

“Am I still makin’ you nervous, sugar?” he asks, slightly leaning in as his eyes dip back down to your lips.

“N – no,” you whisper in return, now staring at his.

He chuckles quietly at this, knowing it’s not the truth. But all thoughts leave his head when he sees you lean in, too, the small movement giving him the confidence to close the gap between you.

It’s incredible, the feeling of his lips on yours. It sets your body alight with excitement, similar to the two kisses you’ve shared prior. He’d kissed you while dancing on the night the two of you had met, and then once more when walking you to your door not long after your first official date had ended. But this feels like more, so much more. You hear him moan, provoking you to return one in a quieter tone. He moves with you, and you move with him, your left hand rising to cup his cheek as he begins to deepen the kiss. And when he does, you also feel his hand begin to rise.

Suddenly, just barely, he pulls back. “Is this okay, sugar?”

You know what he’s referring to, he doesn’t have to say it for you to know. Your veins throb with adrenaline, your breath picking up just a bit. This is more than okay.

You manage to give him a nod, your body shivering as it rests above his, the firmness of his muscles holding you against him. And that’s all he needs. He quickly sighs out, giving you two more kisses before he moves his lips to your jaw.

“Oh…” you whimper, head tilting to the side as his mouth reaches the end of your jawline.

Before you know it, your hands are at the back of his neck and in his hair, combing through his dark locks. His hand continues to rise as his lips move seemingly of their own accord, shifting to place a tender kiss just beneath your ear. You nearly begin to shake in his arms, body tightening in anticipation but legs spreading slightly as his fingers graze your inner thigh. He hears you gasp, his smile pressing against your skin. He lifts himself, his fingers curling in just the slightest bit more. Jack huffs out a small puff of air when he feels you spread your legs, the motion small but noticeable enough to him. He’s so close to where you want him to touch you, fingers inching closer and closer to your core.

“Is this okay?” he lowly asks, lips kissing your ear when he hears you release another gasp.

“Mm,” you whimper, swallowing before you give him a full answer. “Y – yes, yes.”

The small groan he releases makes you moan in response, feeling him press a tender kiss below your ear in the exact spot that makes you melt. He closes his eyes, steadying his breath as he tries to calm himself down and just take things slow. Upon your answer, his fingers slide further, higher, the pads of them just barely running over your covered core. When he feels the pretty, hidden space between your legs, a small part of him becomes unhinged, now moving to kiss your neck. It starts off as little pecks that quickly turn into open mouth kisses and occasional earlobe nibbles, the both of you becoming more pent up by the second.

You’re already so turned on it fucking hurts, your lungs unable to inhale enough air as Jack slowly but surely explores the best he can, as much as he can in the circumstance you’re in. His chest rises and falls with rapture, having wanted to touch you here since the moment he’d laid eyes on you. Your pulse races in your veins as his fingers apply light pressure to your still-covered sex. He moves his fingers closer, palm adjusting to fully cup you through your suit. You keen for him, his teeth now running along your neck.

“Is this too much, sugar? You let me know if it’s too much, and I’ll stop.”

“No,” you mumble, breathing out and shaking your head. “I want it,”

He lifts his head to look at you, lips only inches away. His eyes scan yours, flicking back and forth.

“I want this.” You nod, his lips immediately returning to yours.

He bites back another groan, sighing out a deep breath through his nose. With gentle movements, he parts your legs slightly wider, and you let him. He rubs harder, sliding his fingers up and down the little wet patch growing between your legs. Jack’s movements make you moan, his lips quickly returning to your neck as your hips begin to move with his hand.

“Oh, sugar.” He moans, sighing out against your neck. “Why didn’t you tell me you were this wet?” he tuts softly, his arousal getting the better of him.

He hears you whine at this, a small sound as you nibble on your lower lip. You can’t believe this is finally happening, the incredibly erotic thoughts that have filled both of your heads now finally unraveling.

“It’s okay, baby.” He coos, lifting his head. Jack’s warm-toned eyes stare into yours, irises blown wide with lust. Then, he leans in, brushing the tip of his nose lightly against yours. “Let me take care of you.”

Baby. The first time he’s ever called you that. Up until this point it’s been the sweet nicknames of sugar and darlin’, but baby made you feel special. Baby made you feel like you were his.

He can feel your body quiver lightly when he says it, sees your lips part when you sigh out a soft gasp, and he grins.

“You like when I call you baby?” he asks, his beautiful smile on full display.

“Yeah…” you nod, nibbling on your lip.

“Hm…” he hums, licking his lower lip. “Like calling you baby…” he murmurs, leaning in further. “Wanna make you my baby.”

Fuck, his words make you fall apart.

He continues rubbing you, fingers tracing up to your clit to apply gentle pressure. His lips also return, your hand now holding his face desperately as his mouth moves against yours. You can feel his tongue just barely slip inside, just barely make contact with your own, and when you feel it, you become a bit unhinged, too.

“M – more, Jack. Please, I want more.” you feel like you’re begging, but in all honesty, you are. Your mind is reeling at the situation you’ve found yourself. Of course, you want more. You don’t ever want this to end.

“Oh, you want more, baby? Yeah?”

You nod your head furiously in response, giving Jack the push he needs to finally slide your bathing suit bottoms to the side. He hisses when the pads of his digits finally meet your bare sex, finally aware of just how wet he’s made you. And then, you gasp, the loud sound muffled by his soothing voice.

“Shh, baby.” Jack coos softly to you, sucking in a breath when his fingers run up your slick lips. “Remember there’s people outside, darlin’. And I don’t want ‘em comin’ in just yet, don’t want anyone to ruin what you’re lettin’ me do.”

You sigh out, head dropping back as his lips and tongue dip back down to your neck. Your hips jerk slightly as his fingers get closer, deeper, repeatedly sliding them up and down your slit. The thickness of his digits running up and down your seam, causing more of your essence to pool down to your center, and he groans when he feels it, your wetness now beginning to coat his skin. Jack gathers the sweet liquid on his finger, now sliding up to your little nub. He nuzzles into your neck, beginning to circle your clit lightly. Your fingers cling to his hair, lips parting as you breathe out heavily above him.

He loves this, fucking loves this. He feels like he’s about to lose his goddamn mind, his erection throbbing below you and begging to do more than just this. And you can feel him, too, felt him begin to rise the moment he pulled you onto his lap.

“Oh,” you choke back your gasp, a deep moan vibrating through both of your chests as he slides a finger inside.

Jack moans deeply, rubbing his nose further into the crook of your neck. And you let him, encourage him, actually, your hands holding him tightly against you. Jack’s other hand does the same, remaining on your back and holding you against his strong body.

“Christ,” he murmurs, tongue poking out to lick at your neck.

You’re so fucking warm, and god, he can feel you tighten up around him when his finger starts to move. He moves his finger once it’s fully seated inside, wiggling it lightly before he retracts it, twisting it slightly before it reenters.

“Love the way you feel, baby.”

His voice is rough and low, full of interest and greed.

“J – Jack, fuck.”

“You pretty thing…”

Not only does the word make you shiver, but so does his southern drawl. The sound of Jack’s voice makes your chest squeeze, makes your center ache. You can feel his muscles as they tense and flex, the muscles in his chest and stomach as his erection continues to grow, the muscles in his arms as his fingers continue to work inside.

“Oh… yes…”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, now sucking on your neck while he moans hungrily against you. “Tell me how it feels; tell ‘ole Jack how his fingers feel inside you, baby.”

“Jack…” you sigh, you tilt your head, giving him the best access that you can. “G - good, it feels so, so nice.”

He hums happily at your response, biting back the urge to praise you for being such a good girl by answering him when he asked. You feel the hand on your back slide around, his arm now wrapping around you. His hand reaches your side, pawing lightly at the beautiful curves spilling out of the side of your top.

“Oh…”

Gently, his hips roll upwards, the slight friction making him moan. And all at once you feel dizzy with lust, unable to catch your breath as he continues to work.

“Oh!” you quietly shriek, body jolting fully in Jack’s hold.

He retracts his finger quickly, hearing the sounds, too. Before a few of Jack’s guests come back in, he readjusts your bathing suit, covering you up once again. You wiggle slightly, nervous all over again. Slowly, you move to slide out of his lap and back on the couch cushions you were originally sitting on, but Jack’s hold quickly returns. His hands slide you back onto him before you barely have a chance to move, his possessive act making you giggle with delight. And he turns back toward you at the beautiful sound, smiling brightly before you.

A few guests re-enter Jack’s holiday home, but neither of you care to fully notice. He grins, licking his lower lip as you’re both captivated by each other once again.

“You wanna stay for a while longer, baby?” he asks, voice enticingly low. “Let me take care of you like I promised?”

Part Two: Will You Let Me?

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

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bennettbestboi · 2 years

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"Jelous much, yeah?"

» genere : fluff

» gender / pronouns : gn! reader , no pronouns mentioned

» character(s) : jelous! Xiao x reader + Kazuha, Beido

» tw : mention of alcohol

» note: you go out to meet your friends just to get to know them better, but your boyfriends doesn't seem to like them too much...

"Pretty boy!" you shout at Xiao, putting on your favourite outfit as you're planning on going out. Xiao looks up with a tiny bit of a blush, used to your nicknames for him, but not really at the same time. "Yeah?" he asks back with curiousity plastered on his face, totally interested in what you're about to say (he's so in love( ღ'ᴗ'ღ )).

"I'm meeting my friends and i would like you to come with me." you smile at him, letting him know it's okay if he declines, but looking at how he's head-over-heels in love with you, he does everything and all just for you. "If you want me to go, then i'll go."

It wasn't hard to convince him and now both of you are sitting at a table at a pubs terrace, waiting for your short-time friends; Kazuha and Beidou.

You recently got to make friends with them. You met Beidou after they arrived back to Liyue from a long trip and the extroverted she was, she got to start a conversation with you. You find her very appealing with that easy-going personality, and how easy it was to like her. She then introduced you to Kazuha who also seemed interesting and intellectual. You definitely wanted to meet up with them again as you all spent the night together, drinking and having fun. None of you got wasted, just a bit tipsy to have slightly more fun than you already had.

Soon you saw Beidou already waving at you from quiet a distance with a huge smile on her face, excited to get to know you more. Kazuha also put up his palms, but not as noticeable as the taller woman beside him.

You looked next to you, waiting for a reaction from Xiao, but you couldn't read anything off of his poker-faced expression. The two sat down in front of you, Beido taking the seat that was facing you. "I'm kinda thirsty so let's order now that you've arrived." you smiled at them and called the waiter to take your drink orders. The captain Beidou is, she ordered beer for herself, Kazuha did the same. You ordered your favourite while Xiao wanted nothing.

You three started chating, Xiao not even bothering to join. He answered the questions directed to him, but did not ask back. You were quiet upset with him, but immediately shrugged it off when you felt your hand beeing grabbed by none other than your rather shy boyfriend. You looked at him shocked, but you recieved nothing. He didn't even looked at you. So cool... Just as you thought that without you noticing he blushed.

You went back on talking and joking with your friends. Your drinks have arrived, the atmosphere lighting up more as you feel the alcohols effect. Suddenly your busy hand was squeezed. Xiao intertwined your fingers together still not looking into your eyes. He wsnts attention...

"And what are you guys eating on the ship? What is your favourite?" the food topic came up, even if none of you wanted to eat, especially after drinking. "Well, fishing is rather a great option after quiet a while after being on shipboard. We often eat different type of fish." answered Kazuha, being interested in the food topic. "Mackerel is one of my favourite. I love the flavour of it. You should try it when i cook one." he sat back thinking about his favourite meal. "Ooh, you can cook?" you smirked. "It's really amazing!" said Beidou seductively. You both looked at each other, knowing what to say. "Husband material!" shouted the both of you then laughing.

Obviously you couldn't care less when you have your non-chef, perfect boyfriend beside you, gripping your hand. All of you knew that. You thought...

Xiao knew what's going on. He thought he did. He knew you just said that the man next to him was attractive in a way he couldn't be. He felt this weird feeling in his chest. Stupid mortal feeling have been filling him up since he met you. He hated every part of it, just the loving you part.

He glared at the man in front of him getting a rather confused look from him. Kazuha tried to avoid it, but it was too intense it was uncomfortable.

"I have a lot if work tonight, i should already start. Bye." Xiao stood, letting go of your hand and walking away. You looked after him confused how could he already go when it wasn't even dawn. Could he have gotten hurt by your little comment in Kazuha..?

"What does your boyfriend do?" asked Beidou not being too bothered by Xiaos leave. "He's kinda like a demon slayer." you said cockily. "A samurai is better tho-" "Shut up Kazuha." "Sorry..." you laughed at his apologetic tone, as he not figured it out what have had just happen. You also apologised and took your leave getting after your jelous boyfriend.

"Xiao!" you called out his name, but recieving a response. He's ignoring you! You smirked to yourself and started calling out his name multiple times. "Xiao! Xiao! Xiao! Xia-" you wanted to continue but you felt a hand on your mouth. "You're annoying me, mortal." he glared at you, but you just kept on smiling at him. "Jelous much?" you smirked at him. "I don't feel stupid mortal feelings." he scoffed. You took him in a tight hug. You put your mouth close to his ear. "I'm sorry if i've upset you." you whispered in his ears then placed a kiss on the side of his neck.

He blushed that right second you hugged him, now you're driving him crazy. He hummed, not being able to say anything due to his flustered state. "Seriously. I really was just joking around, not meaning any of what i said. I hope you can accept my apology, because i mean it." you gave him a peck on his lips. "I'll stop anything that is even a tiny bit close to flirting, okay? I'll do anything just to make you feel better." you smiled at him cupping his chubby cheeks in your hands. "Can you not meet him anymore..?" you hugged him letting out a chuckle. "We'll see about that." you pulled away looking into his eyes deeply. He blushed by your intense look, but he did not break the contact. He glanced down at your lips signaling he really wants to feel them, so as a good partner, you let him.

"I love you, Xiao."

"I-I love you too."

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Second Lead Syndrome

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Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comedy, Female reader insert

Description: Y/n and Minho have been friends for more than 2 years now, but suddenly she begins to see herself as the mere second lead in Minho’s story. Will she be the rare second lead who gets her own happy ending?

Warnings: some crying, themes of unrequited love (if there’s anything that I missed don’t hesitated to let me know!)

I’d only ever encountered Second Lead Syndrome in the dramas I’d watched. Wanting the girl to end up with the second lead who was so obviously the better and healthier choice, but like every avid watcher of kdramas, it's more than likely for the main leads to end up with each other, that was just how it worked. What I never thought I’d encounter was seeing it happen before my own eyes and experience it firsthand.

Life was never supposed to be a kdrama. Life was supposed to be simple, a straight line, going from point A to B with no complications. But life never really went my way did it? It just had to throw in one variable, one man that had too much influence on my life.

I couldn’t remember the first time I met Minho. It was probably sometime in the first grade when his family first moved in next to mine. But alas, we were both too young to remember exactly what sparked our friendship. One day we were strangers and the next we had given our parents a near heart attack when we both went after a stray cat on the way back home (my mom’s words, not ours). From then my memories were filled with him, just us besties hanging out like anyone would with their best friend. First party, first mental breakdown, first drink, all with him. Soon enough we were in our final year of University, and ultimately, adults.

The Minho I knew was laid back, not too extroverted but not too introverted either. While I completely contrasted him, always anxious about something, wanting perfection to the T, and completely and utterly introverted. Our friendship, moving into University, sparked a lot of questions. You wouldn’t typically find the introverted straight-A student with the borderline badboy tsundere walking and laughing in the halls together, spending practically every waking moment together. But Minho didn’t care, and neither did I, so we moved through life pretty easily.

One of the few things we had in common was our love for cats, and when we both foudn out there was a cat cafe just a few minutes walk from our campus, you best bet we spent too much of our time and money there. Studying, hanging out, anything you could imagine. If we weren’t in one of our dorms, we were more than likely to be in the cat cafe.

Every day after class we’d go there and we’d complain about our least favorite professors and how lectures would seemingly last for longer than they should. Additionally, Minho had almost become akin to my own dormmate with how much time he spent in my dorm. He’d come in whenever he wished, stealing my frozen pizzas and sodas, using my Netflix account on my TV to watch weird National Geographic shows and make random comments like “that snake looks just like Kim Seungmin,” or “look its Hannie” whenever a squirrel came on screen. Minho was always there when I needed a drinking partner after bombing a test or assignment, pouring me shots of soju until I passed out and bringing me to my bed and tucking me in whiel he would sleep on the couch to make sure I wouldn’t do anything stupid in the middle of the night.

Although, more people knew Minho’s name than mine, but that didn’t bother any of us. We continued on being friends as usual, and it felt like nothing would change that. Life was moving in a straight line like it should’ve always been.

At least, that’s what it felt like until February, just a few months before we graduated.

I make my way to our usual spot in the courtyard after buying an iced coffee and a snickers bar from the vending machine next to my classroom, I walk up behind Minho sitting on a bench when I find him staring out in front of him instead of looking at cat videos on his phone like he usually does. Slowing my walk, I trail my eyes to the vague direction he’s facing and see that he’s looking at Kim Seungmin and a girl chatting outside the classroom. I ignore the thought, opting to think that Minho must’ve spaced out thinking about how he would irritate Seungmin next class. I plop down next to him when he still doesn’t take note of my arrival, so I get right next to his ear and blow cold air into it, snickering when he jolts in surprise.

“What was that for?” He whines, fake annoyed.

“You got lost up in your thoughts for a certain Kim Seungmin there.” I snicker some more, opening my snickers (hehe) bar.

Just as I’m about to take the first bite of the sugary goodness, the chocolate bar gets snatched out of my hands and a certain Lee Minho takes an obnoxious bite out of it, not even giving it back but eating it like it was his. I pout, watching him devour my snack, knowing that I couldn’t do anything to get it back.

“For your information, I was not thinking about Kim Seungmin.” He says pointedly, slightly muffled by the chocolate in his mouth.

I sigh, knowing I wasn’t going to get that chocolate bar back any time soon, and open my iced coffee. “So what were you thinking about then?” I ask before taking a sip.

“Don’t know, spaced out.” Is all the answer I get and I highly doubt him, but I brush it off anyways and don’t pry.

Minho and I slide into our usual conversation about assignments, plans for the week, and everything under the sun. We talk about how he’s planning to visit home the next day and stay for a weekend and how excited he is to see his cats after a long time, I unknowingly smile at his ramble about how talkative Dori is, and just sit back and listen. I never took into account how healing it was to just watch and listen to him talk, the sultry of his voice and his little exclamations of frustration or excitement that came once in a while. I had to catch myself from staring when he turned to look at me, having asked me a question I didn’t catch.

“Sorry what was that?” I ask.

“Am I that beautiful for you to have lost your hearing to my handsome face?” I couldn’t just tell him that that was basically what had happened, it would inflate his ego by too much and reveal everything I’d hidden thus far.

“The heck? No, I was thinking about how great it would be to get some peace and quiet while you’re not around this weekend.” I lie, having Minho around is the only thing that brings me entertainment that isn’t endless sappy kdramas on my laptop, but he can never know that.

Minho scoffs, says something under his breath that I don’t quite catch, then turns back to me. “You love me.” He says with a pout.

“Unfortunately I do.”

That was the first of many inconspicuous confessions.

It was nearing 3 or 4 am and I was about halfway done with another kdrama when several knocks resound through the small living space. Knowing exactly who it is, I only shout back “you know the code!” and moments later the door opens.

I don’t bother to get up and greet Minho, this exact scene has happened too many times for either of us to care at this point, and it doesn’t surprise me that the moment he enters he shouts, “Honey I’m home!” like we’re in some cheesy romcom.

“Mhmm, welcome home, leech.” I enunciate the last word purposely, but I know he won’t bat an eye at the term. I continue to chew my popcorn while he wanders through my cabinets, looking for snacks. “There’s chips in the cabinet next to the fridge and sprite in there too. If you want more food order Chinese takeout.”

“I don’t have my wallet.” I can practically hear his pout from where I sat, eyes unmoving from the TV screen.

“You know where mine is, but you have to pay me back.” A few seconds pass with no response until suddenly he’s next to me and kissing my cheek.

“I loveeee you!” He says too sweetly, retreating back to the mini-kitchen to order takeout.

“Mhmm, I love you too.” I say, not loud enough for him to hear the confidence missing from my tone.

Continuing to watch the episode of in front of me, I remain in my comfortable position, only moving to lift my legs when Minho comes back to sit on the couch under my legs and the blanket.

“Oh you’re watching this one?” He asks, reaching into the bowl of popcorn I offer him.

“Yeah, didn’t have anything else to watch so I put it on since everyone seems to like it so much.”

“Mm,” he hums while also indulging himself into the scenes playing in front of him. “You’re probably team potato guy, right?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I am!” I scoff.

“I don’t know, I still think she should end up with Jae-eon.”

“Are you crazy? He literally leads her on like every playboy and is ruining her mentality by not defining their relationship.”

“Yeah, but they’re so cute together, and you can totally tell he feels something for her.” He argues.

“Just cause they’re cute together doesn’t mean they’re good for each other, the entire guy is a walking red flag, I don’t understand why she doesn’t just walk away when she’s had experience with a shit boyfriend.” I sigh.

“You, have major second lead syndrome.” He points an accusing finger at me.

“So what? It’s for good reason, the main lead is toxic as fuck and you can’t change my mind.” I upturn my nose, turning back to the TV and continuing to watch the episode.

The mentioning of the second lead sends a flurry of thoughts into my brain for a reason I can’t comprehend. Sometimes the main leads aren’t that bad but still we want the main character to end up with the second lead, maybe out of our own natural selfishness because we prefer the second lead more. I shake the thoughts away, trying to convince myself that kdramas were only works of fiction and too cheesy to be real, yet for whatever reason I always felt a connection with the second leads, like our emotions directed to our crushes were the same, because I knew that I would always be the second lead in Minho’s story.

Minho’s name was always called out more times than mine was growing up, which I didn’t really mind until our hangout time would be seriously cut down because he had to hang out with other friends. Don’t get me wrong, I loved that he had friends, but there was a little bit of selfishness in me that wanted him to myself.

A new drama and a few episodes later, plus Chinese takeout, lead to our eventual demise. We both fall asleep on the couch in less than comfortable positions and wake up with stiff-neck, us groaning at the pain.

We continue on with our usual morning routines, taking turns freshening up in the bathroom before heading out for breakfast at Paws and Pastries since we were both too lazy to make food ourselves. Besides, hot coffee in the morning plus good sandwiches AND cats? What more could you ask for?

When we enter the cat cafe I notice a familiar face behind the cashier, it was the same girl Seungmin was talking to on Friday, and the same girl I caught Minho staring at. We walk up to the cashier, I order my food first, a simple breakfast sandwich with a coffee to go with it and wait next to Minho to finish ordering.

I made the mistake up glancing up at his face as he was telling his order to her, Ahra, her name tag read. There was something in his eyes that glinted that I had never seen before, not when he talked to Han and not when he talked to me. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion in the middle of my chest before forcing myself to look back down, inserting my card and paying for everything. I sent the girl a thank you and a kind smile after she told us our food would be right over, and both me and Minho went over to our usual table in the back corner next to the cat’s jungle gym and right up next to the window. I get lost in my thoughts while we begin playing with the cats we were so accustomed to.

Like most second leads, I knew exactly what my feelings were. I was practically an adult, how could I miss the fast beating of my heart or my clammy hands whenever I was around him? But again, like most second leads, I knew I’d never get a chance with him, not when everything we did together was purely platonic. It was painfully obvious that I’d be stuck with an unrequited love for who knows how long, and I couldn’t just detach myself from him all of a sudden to get over my feelings because a) he’d notice and force me to tell him what was wrong, ultimately leading me to tell him that I had feelings for him, and b) the moment I would come back or see him for even just a second I know I would develop those feelings all over again. Neither of which were choices I was willing to take so I suck it up and see him every day, ignoring everything my heart was telling me.

I look up from the cat that I’m petting in my lap and look at Minho again, only to find him staring at Ahra who was taking people’s orders with a perfect pearly smile. It was in that moment that I knew, I had just found the female lead of Minho’s story.

3 weeks go by in a similar manner. Minho and I see Ahra around campus a few times and with some twisted fate, she’s on the clock every time we go to Paws and Pastries. Minho, being his smooth self, easily gets himself acquainted with her. They laugh and giggle so naturally and can slip into conversation so easily I’m almost envious of Minho and his non-introverted self.

Not being one to try and stop fate, I watch it all happen. Telling Minho to ask her out already and teasing him about how lovesick he gets when he sees her nearby or at the cafe. I know Minho likes her when he blushes or gets defensive whenever I mention her in our conversations even though he’s never explicitly told me himself. I put on a face in front of him whenever these conversations come up, not wanting to get in the way of his happiness.

One day some of our friends want to meet up outside of campus, we make plans to meet up at a bowling alley, ready to have fun until the late evening hours. Seungmin brought Ahra along with him, asking if it was okay to invite her since they were friends. Everyone agrees and we all meet up as planned. When everyone gets there, including Seungmin and Ahra, we introduce ourselves, Minho not having to introduce himself and easily speaking with her like they always did whenever running into each other. All the the boys have raised brows and mischievous smiles as they watch the interaction between the two, but only one looks at me in concern.

A majority of the night passes by with laughter and teasing, how Chan was terrible at bowling this night and Minho easily beating him despite never doing too well on our previous adventures to the bowling alley. I spend the night with the rest of the boys, while Minho and Ahra spend time getting to know each other even more. There’s a point in the evening where I see Minho hold out his phone to Ahra to exchange numbers, I can hear her giggle when they take a selfie together, probably for her profile picture. I have to turn my head away quickly to ignore the cracking of my own heart when Minho puts his arm on the couch behind Ahra, he does it so naturally, yet he’s never done it with me. I will my thoughts to focus on the game and not on Minho, not noticing the same pair of concerned eyes until they speak up.

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin asks.

“Hm? Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” My voice cracks halfway through and I try to hide my sad eyes, even though I was fully aware that Hyunjin had probably noticed that something was up.

“‘Cause you seem pretty affected by that scene over there.” He motions to Minho and Ahra with a nod of his head.

“It’s nothing, Hyun, just nice seeing Minho talking to more people.”

“Y/n, you know he talks to people all the time, and you’re not nearly as affected then as you are now.”

“Hyunjin, really, it’s fine.” I try to convince him but he says something that lets me know that he knows.

“You like Minho.”

“What? No that’s absurd I-“ He looks at me pointedly, and I sigh in defeat. “Yeah, okay, you got me.”

“Why don’t you say anything? Clearly it hurts you to see him like that.” He refers to Minho getting cozy with her.

“Hyunjin, it’s clear that everything we have is platonic, he even called me his sister several times. And who am I to get in the way of him getting into a relationship? That’s not my place to say anything, especially when his last girlfriend was 2 years ago.”

“I get that, but shouldn’t he at least deserve to know? He says that he knows everything about you, but there’s one thing that he doesn't. You know practically everything about him, isn’t it a little unfair?”

“We have choices as to what we share with each other and what we don’t, it’s his choice to tell me what he wants to and my choice to tell him what I want to tell him. Besides, he hasn’t even told me that he has a crush on Ahra yet.”

“So maybe he doesn’t then.”

“Hyunjin, just look at him, he’s a puppy in love.” I glance back over to Minho and Ahra sitting parallel to us. Minho is smiling brightly, more brightly than I had seen in a while and I can’t help but let my lips upturn at the corners just slightly in another sad smile.

Hyunjin sighs next to me, and I look back to him. “I’m sorry y/n, I really wish he would end up with you instead of her, it doesn’t seem fair to you.”

“Hey, don’t say that, Ahra seems like a nice girl, she and Minho will get along great. And nothing in life is fair Hyunjin, that’s just something you come to accept.” I say, getting up. “I’m gonna get some drinks, does anyone want anything?” I ask everyone.

“Cola!” “Me too!” “Me three!” “A lemonade please.” A few of the boys shout back.

“Anything for you guys?” I turn to Minho and Ahra. They both shake their heads. “Okay then, I’ll be back in a minute guys.” I smile at the group before going to get the drinks.

While walking away from the group I let a teardrop fall from my eye, wiping it away just before I order.

Life’s unfair, that’s just something I have to accept.

A week goes by and Minho’s talking about how he and Ahra message often, how he thinks they get along well and he’s gonna ask her out.

Another week goes by and they’ve gone on their first date, he takes her to the beach and they have a picnic.

Two weeks after that they’ve gone on several dates and are officially boyfriend and girlfriend, I don’t even find out separately at this point, I find out with the rest of the group over dinner.

A few days after that Minho calls off one of our late night binge watching sessions, texting me an apology and that Ahra needs him. I tell him it’s okay and to send my regards to her.

It’s a week and half after and Minho regularly calls off our meetups at the cafe after school or at one another’s dorms to tend to Ahra. I tell him it’s fine each time and to not feel bad. He did the same today, and I sit alone at our usual table, mindlessly petting a cat in my lap while zoning out into in my mug of coffee.

All while this happens, I watch, and I let it happen. I don’t fight for him because it didn’t feel right, sometimes second leads let their love fall for someone else, and that’s all it felt like I could do.

Fighting for Minho felt selfish, especially when I knew I had no chance and he’d already fallen for Ahra. I couldn’t suddenly come out of the blue and tell him “hey, I have feelings for you,” when he’s already dating Ahra, I’d look like a major asshole if I did. All I could do was watch and see how we begun to drift farther and farther apart.

With Minho being absent more often, I don’t get to tell him much. Like the internship offer I got to continue pursuing graphic design in Itaewon. I got the email almost a week ago, and I had two more weeks to decide if I was going to take the offer. With nobody to consult about it with I continue to push it to the back of my mind, not wanting to deal with more stress just yet.

Just as I’m taking another sip of my coffee a familiar head of long blonde hair enters the cafe. My head tilts to the side in confusion as he scans the room for someone when he meets eyes with me, he makes his way over and sits in the seat in front of me and doesn’t say anything.

“You’re rarely on this side of town, why are you here?” I ask Hyunjin first.

“I heard something from Ms. Kim in our art class and needed to know if it was true.” He says seriously.

“What…” I feel like I know what he’s going to say, but I ask anyways. “What did you hear?”

“That you were offered an internship in Itaewon.”

“Hyunjin I-“

“Is it really true? She said you had two more weeks to decide, how come you haven’t told anybody? Does Minho know? Are you gonna leave? What about-” He begins to spurt out question after question and it’s almost too much for me to handle.

“Hyunjin!” I raise my voice just slightly to get him to stop but I have to turn it down again when the volume of my voice makes a few of the other customers’ heads turn. “Calm down, yes it’s true, yes I have two more weeks to decide if I’m going or not, I didn’t know how I would tell any of you, no, Minho doesn’t know and I don’t plan on telling him.”

“Are you… Are you gonna take the offer?” He asks slowly.

I prop my elbows onto the table as the cat leaves my lap and my head drops into my hands as I sigh in exasperation. “I don’t know.” Tears are gathering in my eyes as I think about it.

“Y/n, have you thought about the offer at all?”

“Yes and no.” I don’t need to lift my head to sense Hyunjin’s confusion. “It’s hard to think about it when you’re watching your crush of 2 years date someone else while you’re also trying to finish up your senior year. But it’s also all I can think about when I’m alone, which I find myself a lot, thinking about having to find a place to live in Itaewon and transfer and mentally prepare to leave you all here, but if I don’t take it then it’ll be even harder to find an offer like this. It’s all I can think about and also something that I can’t bring myself to think about, Hyunjin.” I lift my head and my teary eyes meet his own.

“Y/n…” His voice breaks saying my name.

“I think I’m going to take it.” I pause. “Once I finish all of my final assignments the only thing I have left to really worry about is graduating and finding a job, and I don’t think I can take watching Minho and Ahra anymore Hyun, I don’t think I can stomach it. I’m happy for them, I truly am, but it’s also affecting me and I don’t think I should ignore that anymore. If I’m in Itaewon I have a job and I won’t have to worry about feelings anymore, two birds with one stone.”

I see the hesitancy in Hyunjin’s facial expressions before he speaks. “If that’s what you think you should do, then I’ll support you all the way. But shouldn’t you tell Minho about this?”

“I’m not, because if I do, Minho is gonna find some way to get me to stay and I’ll crumble and stay because he affects me the most.” Hyunjin merely nods in response. “Hyunjin, you are the only one that can know about this, okay? I can’t have everyone else know this, especially Minho, okay?”

Hesitation again, and then, “Okay.”

Hyunjin keeps his promise, he keeps the secret of me leaving from everyone. Even as graduation inches closer and our group begins to talk more about job searching, what comes next, and similar topics, the two of us keep it a secret. Whenever they asked me what I was thinking of doing next I always just told them “oh probably looking for internships nearby,” and no more questions are asked.

Minho and Ahra were still very much in love, even more than before, if the growing absence of Minho’s presence was anything to go by. I barely saw Minho anymore, maybe catching him at the end of the hall every once in awhile, but he was always walking with Ahra so all I could say was “hello” and “goodbye.”

Each goodbye begun to hold more and more weight as the days passed. Even the short ones I would tell Minho after passing him in the halls. I couldn’t even conjure how I would tell everyone, maybe send a letter to each of their places? A text message? Tell them after the graduation ceremony just before I left for the train station? I thought about how I would say goodbye as I begun to pack up my dorm. Graduation was nearing, I had already turned in all of my final assignments, and all there was left was to pack. I would leave after the ceremony ended, sometime in the afternoon. I wouldn’t even get the chance to properly celebrate being graduates with my friends because I was leaving in the afternoon. I’d get situated in my new apartment in Itaewon and get accustomed to new life outside of Gimpo.

The thought of leaving panged my heart harshly, I had never left Gimpo permanently before. Sure, I had gone on trips to the US and Singapore and Seoul before, but I had never moved from Gimpo. I was born and raised in Gimpo, met Minho and all of our friends here, so the thought of moving for the first time did something to my heart. I attended all of our group hangouts with a nostalgic mindset, remembering the first time we all met, when we all got wasted one time on a Friday night after some big exam week. I look around our table of friends and think about how much I’ll miss all of this when I leave for Itaewon.

Another thing that panged my heart, Minho and I distancing. I knew it was coming, Minho and I didn’t text or talk about hanging out anymore. He walked Ahra to her classes now, and had dates with her after class instead of meeting me at our cafe. Eventually I stopped getting apology messages, and stopped expecting him at the cafe anymore. I couldn’t blame him, Ahra was his girlfriend and I accepted that long ago. Instead I just played the supportive friend on the sidelines, and I’d continue to play that role for as long as I had to.

It came to be the night before we graduated, and all of us minus Minho and Ahra were sat around a table in one of the restaurants we frequented, it wasn’t too late in the evening, and we all just sat in silence after finishing our food with bottles and glasses of soju now sitting in front of us. A majority of our meal was full of reminiscing, talking about memories that crack everyone up and left smiles on our faces.

“So, we really graduate tomorrow, huh?” Changbin says when the table quiets down.

“Yeah, I guess we do.” Chan says quietly.

My eyes tear up and I begin to sniff without control, the weight of my department tomorrow weighing heavily on my shoulders. Hyunjin puts an arm around my shoulders and gives me a tissue, whispering “it’s okay, it’s okay” to me while I try to calm down.

Everyone looks at me in confusion before Chan speaks first. “Y/n are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just…” I trail off, not sure what to say.

“Do you want to tell them?” Hyunjin asks softly.

“Tell us what?” Seungmin says this time.

Hyunjin looks to me first before nodding, and I begin to spill my secret. “I got an internship offer.”

The table erupts in cheers and I get congratulations thrown back at me before I can even continue.

“But…” Immediately everyone silences and looks to me in expectation. “It’s in Itaewon.”

There’s a tense air that falls around us. “What?” Felix says in disbelief.

“You’re not leaving us, right Noona?” Jeongin asks from another part of the table.

I look to Jeongin with sad eyes, smiling sadly. “I leave tomorrow, after our graduation ceremony.” There’s some gasps around the table.

“What?! Y/n, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Changbin blows up and Chan has to place a hand on his shoulder to restrain him.

“I didn’t want every time we met leading up to graduation to feel like a goodbye, Bin, I couldn’t handle that. So I kept it from you all so there wasn’t this tension every time we met.” I explained.

“Does Minho know?” Seungmin asks this time, and I shake my head.

“Y/n…” Han says worriedly.

“Guys, I know I’m not the only one that’s noticed that me and Minho aren’t that close anymore, so I haven’t really gotten the chance to tell him. But I told Hyunjin this a long time ago, that I wouldn’t tell Minho specifically, because there’s some things that I need to figure out and if I told him he’d find some way to keep me from going, or even worse, follow me. At least with Ahra by his side he won’t follow me to Itaewon.” There’s nods all around the table, understanding where I’m coming from.

“We’re gonna miss you a lot.” Felix sniffs and I coo, getting up from my seat to wrap my arms around him from behind.

“I’m gonna miss you all too.” I sniff with him, a few tears escaping my eyes.

Chan comes to join our hug, then Han, then Jeongin, and soon enough everyone has joined the group hug with me in the middle. All of us are crying, and I had never felt more loved than that moment.

Eventually we break away from the hug and return to our seats, everyone dabbing at their eyes with tissues and sniffing.

“Let’s all stop crying, tonight is a night to celebrate, all of us graduate tomorrow, and our dear Y/n got an internship offer in a big city!” Han holds up a drink and we all do the same, cheering and clinking our glasses together and celebrating the night away.

The next morning I get ready for graduation early, putting on my makeup and doing my hair, and sending a message.

to: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

hey, can you meet me at p&p in thirty?

My heart picks up the pace as I send the message, I didn’t expect him to answer so quickly yet his message pings my phone within 2 minutes.

from: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

sure, i can be there

to: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

sweet, i’ll see you there

I turn my phone off and take a deep breath, we still had a few hours before we had to be at the school for our graduation ceremony, I’d have to leave just a few minutes after the ceremony ended which wouldn’t give me enough time to tell Minho, so, I made the painful decision the night before to tell him in the morning. I’d do it in our favorite spot in the corner of our favorite cat cafe, tell him the news slowly and hope that he takes it well.

I leave my house and 15 minutes later I’m in our usual booth, my coffee order sitting in front of me and the cats all wandering around as there weren’t too many people since it was relatively early in the morning. I already bought Minho his typical Iced Americano and it sat in front of me, awaiting it’s owner.

10 minutes later Minho arrives and makes his way to the table, sitting in front of me, smiling, unknowing of what’s about to happen.

“Hey.” I smile at him.

“Hey you.” He smiles back brightly. “Sorry I couldn’t see you guys last night, I took Ahra out for dinner last night on a date.”

“It’s completely alright, how are you guys?”

“Pretty good, things are going okay right now.” He answers.

“That’s good.” Nervously I take a sip of my macchiato in front of me, my leg bouncing in anxiety.

“Y/n? Is everything alright? Your leg’s bouncing pretty fast right now.” Curse Minho and the fact that he knows so much about me, he reaches out for my wrist and checks my pulse, quickly noticing how fast it’s beating as his brows furrow in confusion.

“Minho, there’s something I need to tell you.” I say, retracting my wrist from his grip. He doesn’t answer me but instead tilts his head like a cat does when it looks at its owner questionably. “I’m leaving.”

“What?” He asks.

How could one look so endearing, head tilted and eyes full of emotion as I break the news to him? I ask myself. “I got an internship offer for a company in Itaewon, I accepted it and I’m leaving for Itaewon, today.”

“You’re leaving today?” He says in disbelief, sounding out of breath.

I nod and continue. “After the graduation today I have to catch my bus. I didn’t have any other time to tell you so I had to tell you now.”

“You’re… You’re just telling me now? Do the others know about this?”

“I only told them last night.”

“You couldn’t have thought of telling me sooner?” He starts to get angry.

“Minho I-“

“What happened to telling me everything, huh? What happened to when we used to know everything about each other?”

“Minho, those days are long behind us, you have bigger priorities now, like putting your focus on your girlfriend, Minho. I couldn’t tell you because I knew you’d do something rash, and I didn’t even tell the others until last night because I knew every time we’d see each other it would be like preparing for the day I leave. You and Ahra have something so great going on for the two of you right now and telling you that I was leaving would take you away from that, and I can’t do that to you or her. Ahra is an amazing girl, and you have her now.”

“Will you at least visit?” His eyes are full of tears, some of the first I’ve seen in years and I hate that I’m the cause of it.

“I don’t know yet, there’s some things I need to figure out myself first, before I can visit. But at some point maybe I will, when I’ve figured things out I’ll try visiting from time to time.” I offer him a sad smile.

After a few moments of silence I get up from my seat.

“We still have a graduation left, Min, I’ll still see you then.” I ruffle his hair and walk out of the cafe, no more secrets but one weighing down on my chest.

The Graduation ceremony passes by in a blur. One moment we were listening to the speeches of each of the professors and the next we were tossing our caps into the air, cheering as we became alumni of our university.

Our friend group met up in the front of the school, taking pictures with our parents and congratulating each other. Eventually, the time comes and I have to go.

Our group stands in a circle, unmoving, as we all look at each other.

“I’m gonna miss all of you so much.” I say in tears as my voice breaks.

“We’re gonna miss you too, Y/n.” Hyunjin says. At his words everyone gathers into a group hug full of tears and the weight of a goodbye on our shoulders.

“You better promise to visit us, okay?” Felix holds me by the shoulders and makes a point to look me in the eye. Not trusting my voice, I nod and he brings me into one more hug.

I hug each of them individually, saying a few words, before I reach the last person.

I hug Minho and look into his eyes for the last time for a while.

“I’ll miss you.” He whispers.

“Me too.” And that’s all I can say.

I leave the campus for the last time, hopping in my car to head to the station and start anew.

Second leads always leave in the end, they leave and let the two main leads have a happy ending. That’s what it felt like I was doing, and I couldn’t tell if I was content with my choice or not.

Two and a half months in Itaewon passes quickly.

The move into my new apartment was smooth, and it was odd to be in a bigger space than a small dorm room. It felt like I had more space than I knew what to do with.

My internship was moving along smoothly as well, everyone I had met so far were really kind and taught me a lot. I was worried about feeling out of place but I had met a few other girls not much older than me who helped me feel at home.

Being alone in a big city was unnerving, but what made it so much more comfortable was the addition of a cat that my parents had bought me as my graduation gift. She was a chartreux cat who I named Luna because I had always dreamed of naming my first cat that. My parents covered most of the costs of basic things like cat toys, a scratch post, her bed, and similar things. I thanked my parents endlessly when they came over to my apartment a week after I had moved in and gave me Luna. I wasn’t gone for too long during the day and always left food for her, she was great company when I came home and worked on projects late into the evening, curling up into my lap like the cats at the old cafe used to. She was my best friend in a city I was still getting accustomed to.

I hadn’t talked to the guys much, I’d talked with them a few times in the group chat about how their job searches were going and trips they were planning to take soon. It was nice talking with them every so often but all of us were still pretty busy moving onto the next chapter of our lives.

I hadn’t talked to Minho since I left, I’d assumed that he and Ahra were doing well, but that’s all that was, assumption. None of the boys talked about him and I couldn’t understand why, but I never asked since I was supposed to be moving on from my feelings in the first place. I thought I had been doing pretty well until something would come up that reminded me of him, like his favorite song would play in the cafe I bought my morning coffee in and spent my breaks at, or snapchat would send me “Today, 1 year ago” memories of him and me fooling around at Paws and Pastries. Whenever that would happen I’d be sent back to square one, and it felt like I’d never move on from Minho.

I was on my way out to grab a coffee and spend my off day walking around, maybe looking into a few shops when I got a call from Hyunjin.

“Y/n! My favorite girl, how are you?”

“Hyunjin? What’s with the call?”

“What? Can I not call my friends from time to time?”

“Not when you’re notorious for calling your ‘friends’ after you’ve done something wrong.” I sigh.

“That was one time! Besides, it wasn’t that bad.”

“You dragged Jeongin to a party! And got him wasted!”

“One. Time. Y/n. It was one time.”

“One time is enough for you to be in trouble for life, Hyun.”

“Okay, whatever, but I was meaning to ask you, what’re your plans for today?”

“Me? I was just planning to go out, today’s my day off so I was gonna visit this one cafe and see some shops, why?”

“No reason, what time do you think you’ll be home?”

“Maybe five?”

“Great, okay, I have to go now, Han’s calling me, bye!” Hyunjin hangs up before I can ask him what’s with the weird questions.

“Hyunjin- Oh great he hung up.” I put my phone in my pocket before looking down at Luna who’s stretching near my legs. “Your uncle Hyunjin is quite the odd one, isn’t he Luna, hm?” I ask her and she meows back in response. “Weird indeed, but that’s just how he is. Mommy’s gonna spend her day out and then she’ll come home and we can watch the TV together, okay? I’ll be home soon.” I pick up Luna and set her on her little bed before ensuring everything is safe and make my way out the door.

I spend the day eating at a large cat cafe that actually had an assortment of books with little reading areas while the cats roamed around everywhere. It was much bigger than the cafe in Gimpo, but I would always correlate that one with home.

After I spent a bit of time reading there I went out and explored the shops for a few hours, bought some new jeans and a few blouses plus some makeup things. I got Subway for lunch and explored just a little bit more before heading home. Instead of going straight home, I decided to take the long way, going through the streets not minding the extra weight the few shopping bags I was holding in my hands gave me. The sun was just barely beginning to set as I walked into my apartment complex, getting into the elevator and pressing the button for my floor.

I walk down the hallway to my door and am surprised when a familiar figure greets me there.

“Minho?” I say as I walk closer.

“Y/n!” He says happily, bringing me into a hug.

“What are you doing here? Actually- Wait- Don’t answer that, do you wanna come inside?” I ask him.

“Sure.” He responds.

I unlock the door and bring my bags in, setting them by the door. “Luna! Mommy’s home!” I call out automatically.

Luna meows and comes out of the bedroom, walking her way up to me before I pick her up.

“You got a cat?” Minho asks.

“Yeah, parents brought her to me about a week after I moved in.” I put Luna back down and she moves to sit on the arm of the couch, her favorite spot to sit when the sun goes down.

“And you named her Luna,” He smiles fondly. “You always wanted to name your cat Luna.”

“I’m surprised you remember that.” I chuckle. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll get that brewing, just give me a few minutes, you can take a seat on the couch and make yourself at home!” I tell him as I quickly retreat to the kitchen.

I have to take a few breaths when I’m far away enough from Minho, my heart beating just as fast as it would when I was around him back then. It was clear I hadn’t moved on at all.

I brew the coffee as promised and wait next to the coffee machine with two mugs ready. A voice chimes in behind me.

“Your place is much bigger than the dorms.” He chuckles.

“Tell me about it, it was so weird buying more furniture than I was used to.” I laugh with him.

The machine finishes brewing the coffee and I pour it into the two mugs, putting it on a tray with creamer and sugar before bringing it all to the coffee table in front of the couch.

Minho and I take seats on the couch, separated by a bit of space between us while we sip on our respective mugs.

“So,” I start the conversation. “How’s home?”

“Not too bad, same old same old, the guys being annoying as usual, you know?” He says.

“Sounds fun.” I chuckle. “And work, have you found anything yet?”

“Not yet, I’ve got a few applications out, but I’m still waiting on some answers.”

“I’m sure you’ll get them soon.” I respond.

An uncomfortable silence sets over the both of us, and I run my free hand through Luna’s fur who’s situated herself in my lap this time. I take a long sip of my coffee before asking another question.

“How’s… How are you and Ahra?”

“Oh…” He trails off. “We broke up a few weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that…” I had no idea that he and Ahra had broken up, in fact that was the completely opposite of what I thought had happened since they seemed to work together so well.

“Yeah, it was a mutual thing. We didn’t really feel that kind of connection anymore, you know? So we just, broke it off.”

“Are you okay?” I ask Minho.

“Me? Yeah, I’m actually not as affected as I thought I’d be, I don’t know if that makes me a cruel person or not but I was only sad for the first week or two. Nothing too bad.”

“I see.” Another silence settles between us. This one is longer, more tense, there was something Minho wanted to ask but he wasn’t sure, and I couldn’t depict what question he was going to ask.

“Actually, I came her for a reason.” He says.

“And what reason is that?” I ask hesitantly.

“For answers.” My brows furrow, answers for what? “There’s something Hyunjin told me recently and it got me thinking, and I wanted to hear it from you if it was true.”

I finish my coffee and place it down delicately on the coffee table, trying not to show how nervous I was with how badly my hands were shaking. “I’ll see if I have answers for you then.”

“When you told me you were leaving, you said you had some, things, to figure out on your own. What was it that you had to figure out?”

I take a moment to decide exactly how I was going to answer his question. Did I want to expose my feelings to him just yet? “Just, feelings.” I say vaguely.

“For?”

“Just feelings for somebody.”

“Is it Hyunjin?”

“No.”

“Chan?”

“Nope.”

“Changbin?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Me?”

I pause for just a half second, and apparently that was all Minho needed. “I guess Hyunjin’s big mouth was right after all.”

“Wait- What? What are you talking about?”

Minho takes a long sip of his coffee before finishing letting out a sigh after swallowing, he slowly sets the mug on the table before making direct eye contact with me and silently killing me with the suspense. “Minho please just say something you’re killing me here.”

He only chuckles in response. “Hyunjin told me not too long ago that you took up the offer to work here because you were going to sort out your feelings, for me.” He says sweetly as I suck in a breath at his last words.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Minho-“

“Now now, Y/n, we shouldn’t hide things from each other anymore, should we?” His sweet, sultry voice was affecting me greatly as he leaned closer to me on the couch. I gulp and silently curse when Luna, the only thing keeping me sane, leaves the comfort of my lap for her scratch-post.

“Minho…” I let out quietly.

“Tell me, Kitten, is it true?” He asks once again.

“I-“ My voice catches in my throat when Minho leans in ever nearer, still making direct eye-contact with me. “Yes, it is.” I sigh out and Minho backs away.

“He was right.” Minho whispers while my gaze drops to my hands that I fiddle with in my lap at the secret that’s let out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry.” I whisper.

“Why are you sorry darling?” He asks softly and uses his thumb and forefinger to tilt my head up by my chin.

“I couldn’t tell you because I knew you didn’t feel the same, and then when you got together with Ahra we drifted apart because it hurt me to see you with her. Then I left and told you about me leaving so last minute. I made you cry, Minho, and I hate that I did. But I couldn’t see any other way out of it. I hurt you because I was cowardly and didn’t want to be selfish by telling you and having your attention move off of Ahra, when I was really being selfish by not telling you and hurting you in the end.” More tears escape my eyes as we look at each other.

“Princess, no…” He cups my face with his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “I’ll admit, it did hurt when you told me that you were leaving the day of, but I understood where you were coming from. Because you were right, I would have done something crazy to keep you by my side. Do you know why?” He asks, and I shake my head, still crying. “Because I need you by my side, kitten, even when I was dating Ahra I felt off but just didn’t pay any mind to it because I had her. But now I know it’s because you and I were drifting apart, I found out when after you left and me and Ahra broke up because I felt empty. I couldn’t text you to just come over anymore because you’re farther away from me now. I lied earlier, I said that I sent out some applications for jobs but didn’t get any answers yet, right?” I nod. “I got offered a job as a software engineer, here, in Itaewon, and I said yes.”

“Why?” I whisper.

“Because I want to be near you, I need to be by your side Y/n, because I love you.” I let out a sob at his confession and he coos, bringing me to rest my head on his chest and rubbing his hands on my back and running them through my hair.

“I love you too.” I say after a few minutes.

Minho brings me out of his hold, and cups my face again. For the first time, he kisses me. His lips brush over mine before deepening the kiss, taking full charge of it yet somehow still being soft with me. His kisses were nothing short of addicting, and I knew I’d be in love with him for a long time.

In that moment, kissing the man of my dreams, I remember that it may be rare that a second lead gets their own happy ending, but it’s not unheard of. Sometimes the main lead and second lead do end up with their own happily ever after.

Notes from the author: I have FINALLY posted something y’all 😂 took a few months but she’s here, and she’s dishing out something at least. I don’t know how often I’ll be posting again, esp with school and whatnot, but I do know I need to drain out my drafts because phew, it’s getting a little full in there.

But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this fic! I’m pretty sure it’s one of the longest I’ve written if not the longest. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad, I’m probably a little rusty but we can fix that (i think)

if you want more I still have my old stuff up on my masterlist on my account! hope to see you around :))

-nyx

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