#OMG I could so her just staring/smiling/admiring him if he just starts talking all legal

[ericspinkhair]

guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

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'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started  thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.

[gojology]

Fine Dining and Roses.

back to homepage pairing : nanami kento x gender neutral reader warnings : cursing (i think), i didn’t proof-read, fluff i guess? wordcount : 1600 a/n : this is my first nanami related anything and omg the way i headcanon him makes him appear as some sort of old man asuhjdnsajkdnsa LOL ████████████████  100% Complete. Enjoy your game.

        Crossing your legs, you nervously tap your foot against the table’s legs, you weren’t used to such a professional atmosphere. This certainly wasn’t commonplace, after all, you even saw some top names from the Japanese filming industry chatting and eating, and you swear you’re sweating bullets. Nervously wiping at your forehead with the handkerchief graciously gifted to you by the waiters, you straighten your back.       “Relax.” you hear your boyfriend say, and you look up to stare at his eyes. Striking, one would almost say dead, but you see a lukewarm smile on his lips that someone would otherwise call scary, but you knew Nanami like that.      Wearing a black dress suit, alongside a crisp dress shirt- not even a wrinkle in sight- he paired them with casual black slacks. The whole thing that brought the outfit together? You were almost sure it was the belt, but you wondered why he was always so over the top, no matter for what occasion.       “Sorry.” you breathe out, and he chuckles dryly before taking off the black dress suit, neatly placing it over the cushioned chair.       “Why would you apologize for that?” he asked, a hint of sarcasm sprinkled in his voice, and you swear your heart is just about to burst.       “...I don’t know, okay?!” you reply, your cheeks warming up, you would never hear the end of this for the rest of the night, but you didn’t mind. When Nanami teased you, it made your heart flutter. Maybe it was because he was serious and cold with everyone else, and so playful and bright with you, you weren’t entirely sure.       “How cute. Do you want a drink?” he questioned before picking up the menu, eyes briefly scanning it. You too pick up the menu, and your eyes damn near bulge out of your head.       Expensive alcohol, expensive casual drinks, expensive everything. Was it even legal to charge 70$ for a simple bottle of sake? You weren’t even going to get into the wine, that was on a whole other level.       “Well, my love? You don’t need to worry about the expenses.” he placed the menu down, calculating eyes boring into your soul. “I work a boring job just to spoil you, after all.”       “These are really expensive...” you don’t lock eyes with him, even though you had dated him for a long time, you still found those eyes to be sort of scary. Not in a bad way necessarily, but just... Scary.       “I’ll just have a water-”       “No. You will not be having water. You always worry too much about money.” he leaned over the table, thumb placed onto your chin, slightly tipping your head upwards. The rest of his fingers caressing your skin in any way possible.       His fingers were cold to the touch, and you shiver, eyes darting left and right before you build enough courage to look at him back. He’s not looking at you, rather, the menu you were holding- and he was looking at it upside down.      Did this guy have anything he was bad at?      “Hm, darling, didn’t you say you like sweet tea? This is fairly inexpensive, 25 dollars?” he pointed at the inscription, a picture of sweet tea right next to it. You had to admit, it did look yummy, and you swallow just now realizing how dry your throat is.       “No.. I think I’ll just have water-”       “Listen, love.” he looked back up into your eyes. “I know you want it, just say it already.”        That was also something you always loved about Nanami, he was persistent and stubborn. You didn’t mind water, but you also didn’t mind sweet tea, you just didn’t want to create a deeper hole in his wallet.       “Let’s skip appetizers.” sitting back down on his seat, he yawned before placing an arm on the table, arm rubbing against the white stainless cloth.       Looking back up from your menu, you look at his sandy blonde hair that you found yourself to comb with your hands mercilessly every single night, he always was annoyed when you did it, and you can’t help but question what he would do now- especially since he had brushed it to look perfect.       “I know what you’re thinking. No. You’re not going to do that. Did you pick anything yet?”       “How’d you know?- You know what, nevermind.” shaking your head, you giggle. It was like he could read your mind.       “Uh, this sounds good. The grilled salmon?” you were talking out of your own ass, to be truthful. Fancy restaurants weren’t your thing, and nor was the food. Salmon was familiar enough.       “Wonderful choice. I knew I picked well when I started dating you, my sweet.” crossing his arms, he had an arrogant smile that he couldn’t quite hide from you, it just showed how much you mattered to him, as he didn’t hand out compliments like candy.      “May I take your order? We have a special Valentines Day sale, so every dish is 10% off.” the waitress whipped out a notepad, pencil behind her ear. Even the work uniforms here were formal.      “Yes, thank you ma’am.” Nanami licked his finger before flipping the page of his menu. “May we have grilled salmon, for the both of us, sweet tea, and champagne?”      God, you found his polite tone so attractive for little to no reason.      The waiter quickly jotted everything down, before nodding. “Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks! Please let me know if you need anything~” before walking off, and you can still hear the clacking of her heels against the floor.       Once the waiter was gone from both of your vision’s, Nanami turned back to look at you, as he was admiring the architecture of the establishment.      “You’re adorable.” was all that left his lips. Blushing, you awkwardly smile at him back, you weren’t good with compliments, and he knew you weren’t. He just found you so endearing.      “Shut up, Nanami.” his arm reached out to touch yours, and so did yours. Briefly touching each others hands, he stared lovingly at you, and you did so back.       “Ahem.”       Immediately jumping up, you look at the waiter, who had a smug all-knowing grin plastered onto her face. Two drinks sat on top of a silver platter, one had a lemon slice on the side, and the other was obviously champagne.      “Your sweet tea and champagne, your food will be coming out shortly.”       Nodding, you turn to face Nanami yet again, praying that he didn’t see you jolt up like that, but his sly smile says otherwise.       “Are you that embarrassed that the world knows your mine?” he had a neutral look on his face, and you take a second to marvel at his cheekbones and defined jawline before snapping out of your daze.       “It was only one person! That’s not the whole world, Nana!” you say, growing more comfortable in your seat, surprisingly it was pretty fun being here. Taking a light sip of your sweet tea, you savor the slight lemon-y taste.       “Nana. That’s a new one.” scoffing, he too took a sip of his beverage, smacking his lips together. “I like it.”       “The drink or?”       “Both, but I think I like you more.”       Not knowing how to respond to that, you look down at your lap, and you hear him laugh a little before feeling him plant a kiss onto your forehead, whipping out his phone as he sat back down on his chair.      “Hmmm... The stock market isn’t doing so well right now.” he turned his back on you, whispering to himself. The guy swore to every God out there that he was not interested in his job, but you just knew he had an interest in finances in general, which you also liked about him. He was dorky, in his own way, and it was adorable.     “Blegh... Nerd talk, nerd talk.” Placing your arm on your table and resting your hand on your chin, you use your unoccupied one to have your hand seem to yap away- 4 fingers repeatedly tapping against your thumb so that it looked like a mouth.       “It reels in copious amounts of money, but I fucking hate it, haven’t I told you this multiple times?” he tsked.      “Language, Nanamin!” you warn, as if you could place a finger on him, ignoring his previous comment.      “Yeah, yeah. Oh hey, look, she’s back with our food.”       Looking back up, the first thing you realize was how god damn delicious the salmon looked, and your stomach grumbles with excitement, the other? A bouquet of roses that she was holding, rogue rose petals dancing down onto the floor, a bow loosely wrapping the flowers together.       It takes a while to recognize what Nanami had done prior to this.       Looking at him, your mouth opening and closing, eyes wide open, you try to speak but you can’t. He gazes back unanswering, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know, he probably doesn’t regret it.      “Nanami Kento-”      “Shhh...” he shushes you up, crossing his legs, before letting his sneaking smile go free. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.”       “Fuck you! Is this why you didn’t let me take you out for a date this time around?” you whine.      Nanami covered his mouth, but you can still hear him laughing. Truthfully you gave no fucks, and was just happy that Nanami was so romantic, but the guy was gonna be the death of you.      “Love you too, darling.”      Yeah, he definitely was going to be the death of you, but at this point, you didn’t care.     

[starmakerdotcom]

summary : eli gathers the courage to ask the question he’s been wanting to for a while.

characters : elliot martin , daniel seo , cho minjae , rest of solar / botanica ensemble mentioned

genre : PURE fluff omg it’s so sweet

warnings : like usual just some swearing but other than that not much ? it’s a pretty sweet piece so idk

words : 2.9k

notes : if u want you can listen to the song i mentioned in that one line here ! i was listening to it on repeat while writing this hfjhb

[ august 2020 , 9:34 am , botanica dorms ]

“why are you so giddy this early in the morning?” daniel, who still looked half asleep, glared at elliot over his coffee cup from his place at the table, watching elliot bounce around the kitchen at a way earlier time than was probably socially acceptable. especially in their dorm on a day with no schedules.

elliot shrugged, “i’m just in a good mood,” he replied, smiling like an absolute dork.

daniel took a sip of his coffee, “you’re seeing minjae today, aren’t you?”

a few beats passed before elliot quietly replied, “...maybe,” turning away from daniel to hide the fact that he was blushing like an idiot. it was no secret that elliot and minjae had been hanging out almost every day since the time he nearly accidentally killed the shorter boy by putting his phone number in a piece of his cake, which minjae then ate and choked on (elliot had apologized profusely countless times for that). it didn’t take an idiot to realize that there was clearly something more going on, or something more about to start soon enough.

“you finally gonna ask him out?” daniel asked, still drinking his coffee.

“you know what? i think i am,” elliot said excitedly, bouncing up and down as his way of hyping himself up, “i think i’m gonna do it, whew, this is a lot of pressure.”

daniel laughed, “you’ll be fine, there’s no way he’s gonna say no.”

“how do you know?”

“have you seen the way he looks at you? come on, that tiny boy is whipped,” daniel said matter-o-factly.

elliot laughed through his nose, still blushing, “if that’s what you think... but how should i, like, ask him?”

daniel tilted his head, “you’ve dated people before, weren’t you like, an absolute stud in high school or something?”

“well- yeah,” elliot snorted, “but that was high school, this is different.”

“you’ll be fiiiiine,” daniel said, reaching his arm out in a motion meant to imitate him patting elliot on the shoulder, even though they were on opposite sides of the room and daniel was just patting the air in front of him. elliot appreciated the reassurance either way.

“can we change this music by the way,” elliot crinkled his nose in the direction of daniel’s tiny speaker on the table hooked up to his phone, “please, it makes me feel old. put on tame impala or something.”

looking extremely offended, daniel turned his music up instead, “don’t you dare talk about the greatest band ever like that, the beatles would surpass whatever cringey rappers you’re listening to today in literally anything.”

“at least the singers i listen to are still alive,” elliot retorted, and daniel gasped.

“whatever, i need to get ready anyways!”

“already? go back to bed or something,” daniel said, “it’s too early.”

“but i have so much i gotta do,” elliot started pacing again, “i gotta shower, get ready, gotta find my money so i can buy us food-“

“i’ve never seen you this excited about anything,” daniel laughed with an amused expression, “ever.”

“fuck off,” elliot grumbled, trying and failing to hide his flushed cheeks, only making daniel laugh even more.

[ 9:21 pm , a street corner ]

“it’s cold,” minjae shivered, looking up at elliot walking next to him, “can i hold the pizza?”

elliot might’ve bought an entire pizza just so minjae and him could have a late night picnic on a particular grassy hill next to their dorm building. which, admittedly was probably a strange sight for the other people walking around at that time of night, but neither of the boys cared.

“oh- yeah, here,” elliot handed the pizza box to minjae, who immediately sighed in relief at the feeling of warmth against his cold hands, “do you want my sweater too?” elliot asked, already hurriedly taking it off.

“no it’s-“ minjae was cut off by the sudden feeling of warmth around his shoulders, and when he looked up again elliot had taken his sweater off and draped it around minjae’s shoulders (what minjae didn’t know was that elliot had specifically picked out that sweater because he knew minjae liked it and he was excitedly anticipating this exact moment). “...fine,” minjae finished quietly, the small gesture lining the inside of his stomach with butterflies.

“right here, this hill!” elliot excitedly pointed to the hill ahead, “that’s where i was thinking we could sit and eat.”

minjae nodded, “sounds good.”

“well- i mean if you’re cold we can go in i just thought it’d be fun to have a late night picnic-“

“i like the idea too!” minjae quickly said.

elliot sighed in relief, he didn’t have a backup plan, and he really didn’t wanna eat an entire pizza with the boy he had a crush on in either of their dorms. “alright, come on!” he grabbed minjae’s hand and pulled him towards the hill. the shorter boy clutched the pizza box against his chest for dear life in an attempt not to drop it all over the grass as he let himself get dragged up the hill by elliot, jogging and laughing with him the whole time.

they finally reached a good spot on the hill to sit, and elliot collapsed on his back, followed closely behind by minjae, who carefully placed the pizza box on the ground before joining elliot in the grass sprawled on his back. for a second, minjae just stared up at the deep blue night sky, reaching out his hand and pointing out random stars to himself.

“what are you looking for up there?” elliot asked, staring at minjae with complete admiration in his eyes while minjae was focused on the sky.

“trying to find the big dipper,” minjae said quietly.

“can we even see it this time of year?”

“no clue, i just like looking at the stars sometimes.”

elliot, completely unaware of the huge smile on his face, whispered, “me too.”

“ALRIGHT,” minjae suddenly sat up, “let’s eat this damn pizza, i’m starving, i didn’t eat dinner because i knew we were getting this.” he ripped open the box and immediately dove for a slice, and elliot couldn’t help but laugh at how frantic the shorter boy was.

“do you wanna listen to music?” elliot suggested, “i just like listening to music sometimes, i dunno we don’t have to-“

“i like music,” minjae said confidently, “well, i mean, obviously,” he lost all his joking confidence in a second as he smiled sheepishly, “how about your music?”

elliot shrugged and took out his phone, “yeah, you can pick a playlist,” he said as he opened his phone and handed it to minjae to scroll through his playlists.

“this one looks interesting...” minjae mumbled as he clicked on a playlist called, ‘a wild fuckin party i went to once in highschool’ (the titles were all in english, so he couldn’t understand). elliot’s eyes widened when he realized that the first song that came on was deep throat by cupcakke. he seized his phone out of minjae’s hand and hit pause just before the song could finish its first recital of ‘HUMP ME, FUCK ME-‘

“how about something a little more... not explicit?” elliot suggested, laughing nervously. he gave his phone back to minjae, who instead picked out another playlist called, ‘songs to cry over my crush to’ (elliot thanked the heavens that minjae couldn’t understand that title). he breather a sigh of relief when 1980s horror film by wallows came on, a significantly less explicit song.

“i like this one,” minjae said after listening for a few seconds, “let’s keep it on.”

elliot shrugged, grabbing another piece of pizza. he’d almost forgotten what he was planning on telling minjae that night. oh well, he’d find a time. hopefully soon.

“damn it, i almost forgot,” minjae groaned, “curfew. i have to be back by ten.”

“we’re right here already, it’s fine,” elliot said, “what’s the harm in staying out a few minutes later?”

“i guess so,” minjae replied quietly, picking at the grass by his legs with his free hand, “i mean... who’s gonna find out, anyway?”

elliot nodded, staring off into the distance at some buildings down the street. unbeknownst to minjae, elliot was trying to plan out a way to confess to him right then, and then, if things went right, subsequently ask him out. he was never nervous like this before, even with being in countless short term relationships throughout middle school and high school, but in the grand scheme of things, those didn’t matter much. this felt way more serious than asking out the kinda cute girl that sat next to you in chemistry in the ninth grade because your friend dared you to (only for her to break up with you two weeks later. nice going, emily).

“hey... earth to yeollie,” elliot was shaken out of his daze by minjae waving his hand in front of his eyes. “i can’t eat this entire pizza by myself.”

elliot scoffed, “weak.”

“hey!” minjae pouted, “i’m- OH FUCK-“ he suddenly screamed, pointing frantically at elliot’s head.

“what- WHAT WRONG WHAT HAPPENED?”

“THERE’S A BIG GROSS BUG IN YOUR HAIR!” minjae slapped the top of elliot’s head repeatedly until elliot himself reached up and grabbed his hand.

“WHERE IS IT, I’LL GET IT.”

“I KILLED IT I THINK.”

“EUCGH IT’S PROBABLY ALL IN MY HAIR NOW!”

“STAY STILL!” minjae yelled as he reached again up to get the slightly squished bug out of elliot’s hair. “i said stay still dude,” he mumbled, scooting closer so he could see better in the dim light. because of the fact that minjae was basically legally blind even with his glasses on, their faces were inches away from each other while he struggled to fix elliot’s hair. the latter silently prayed that minjae couldn’t see how red his face had gotten in the dim light. but in return, elliot couldn’t see how hard minjae was blushing as well.

but just as elliot got the confidence to lean in and pucker his lips for a kiss, minjae turned around to flick the bug off his hand and scoot back to his original sitting position. “now that that’s done with...” minjae grabbed another piece of pizza and turned back around to face elliot while the latter felt a bit of his soul leave his body.

elliot picked up his phone off the ground, and when he saw that there were only a few minutes left until it turned 10pm (a.k.a. a couple minutes until minjae would start insisting going back inside because he was worried about getting in trouble for staying out too late), it felt like now or never, even though it obviously wasn’t.

minjae looked down at the time on elliot’s phone when he set it back down, “oh, it’s almost 10, we should really head back soon-“

fuck it.

“before we do that, can i just- tell you something?”

minjae quickly snapped his head up to look at elliot and nodded quickly, “yeah, of course.”

the brunette let out a shaky breath before he started, “so- remember that time i gave you my number?”

“you mean when you put it in my cake and i almost died because i choked on it?”

“i- okay, that’s a little dramatic.” he forced a laugh (which he immediately regretted).

“but, yeah, anyways?”

“right,” elliot continued, “so... fuck, how do i- fuck it- i like you, okay?”

a beat of silence passed with minjae looking at him, wide eyed, making elliot extremely aware of his own burning face in the process. “like... like, like?”

“yeah. like, like, like. a lot,” elliot didn’t think his face could get any redder.

“oh,” minjae said quietly. elliot thought he’d die of embarrassment, was that it? just oh? but then to elliot’s surprise, the redhead spoke again.

“well... me too.”

oh.

“oh,” elliot echoed minjae’s first response despite the fact that he was momentarily stressing over that single syllabled response seconds earlier. “okay, cool.” he internally cringed at his nonchalant response.

“so...” minjae began after a few more beats of extremely awkward silence, “what now?”

“well, what would you do if i asked you out, right here, right now?”

“i-“ minjae broke eye contact with elliot for just a second before looking back at him, “what?”

“okay,” elliot exhaled for the first time in what felt like an hour, “i meant- like, be my boyfriend, basically?”

“oh, wow,” minjae breathed out, and it didn’t take him that long to think about it before he replied, “okay.”

“okay, nice, cool,” elliot barely managed to hoarse out, “that went better than i expected.”

the redhead laughed awkwardly, “i thought it was kinda obvious that i liked you. i mean, everyone else knew. every time i said i was going to hang out with you jihoon would smile funny at me.”

“oh, i’m pretty sure daniel knew,” elliot said, remembering what the older had said to him that morning, although half asleep and fuelled only by a coffee that had more milk and sugar than actual coffee, elliot took it to heart.

“have you seen the way he looks at you? come on, that tiny boy is whipped.”

“alright... so what do we do now?” minjae asked, “are we supposed to like, kiss or something?”

“i mean...” elliot couldn’t help the huge dorky smile that spread across his bright red face, “if you want to.”

minjae reciprocated an equally huge and dorky smile as he scooted closer to elliot, even closer than when his blind ass was trying to get the bug out of elliot’s hair.

“ok so- how do i-“

“just like-“

“like this?”

“no, you’ve gotta-“

their noses bumped together while the two boys fumbled around, giggling awkwardly.

“whoops-“

“it’s okay, just-“

their lips finally met, but it’s more of an awkward peck on the lips than a proper kiss.

“have you ever kissed someone before?” elliot asked after whatever they had just tried to do.

minjae shook his head and answered, “nope,” honestly.

“okay, here, how about i just-“ elliot reached out his hands to gently cup minjae’s face, and pulled him in for a better, slightly more coordinated kiss. minjae’s stomach did a weird flip as be realized that the last thing he was expecting to happen that night was to be kissing his crush- or boyfriend now- on the side of a hill with a half eaten pizza box next to them.

as the two pulled away, minjae letting his eyes linger on elliot’s own for a few seconds, he wondered what the others would think when he got back, because he obviously wouldn’t be able to keep the secret that long. he’d probably get an excited, “aah! finally!” from elizabeth or yongmi, a significantly less enthusiastic, “i thought you two were already dating?” from either minjung, yeonwoo, or honghui, and probably a feigning disgust response of “keep your sappy shit out of this room,” from hyesoo or jihoon. he’d face that soon enough, anyway.

“ah, almost forgot,” minjae groaned, “curfew.”

“right,” as much as elliot wanted minjae to stay out there with him the entire night if they could, he knew the redhead wouldn’t want to risk getting in trouble due to breaking curfew, so instead, he said, “want me to walk you to your room?”

minjae nodded, pouting, “yes please.”

[ 10:04 pm, smk dorm building ]

“do you want the rest of the pizza?” minjae asked, holding out the box in elliot’s direction, “i had, like, four pieces, i think i’m good.”

elliot shrugged, “i won’t eat it, but tian probably will, or something.”

they’d reached the door to solar’s dorm, but both minjae and elliot were obviously trying to stall saying bye for the night. they’d been standing outside the door for a few minutes.

“i really should get inside...” minjae mumbled, the statement faltering towards the end like he was unsure.

elliot pouted, “oookay...”

“bye-bye,” minjae said quickly, standing on the tips of his toes to kiss elliot on the cheek. elliot immediately leaned down to press another soft kiss to minjae’s lips this time, and minjae’s stomach twisted in the same way it did the first time they’d kissed. he wondered if he’d get over that feeling of nervousness and excitement anytime soon.

“bye-bye,” elliot mimicked as minjae finally opened the door to his dorm at stepping inside, giving the taller boy one last smile before shutting the door behind him.

elliot made sure the door was closed, and then made his way down the hallway to his own room, but not before pumping his fist in the air and cheering out an almost inaudible “fuck yeah!”. completely unaware of minjae on the other side of the wall, leaning and then sinking down the wall into a sitting position, with a sigh of content and a huge grin on his bright pink face.

once he’d made it to his dorm, elliot opened the door rather loudly with a, “YO!” nearly scaring daniel to death, who was on the couch watching tv.

once daniel realized it was elliot and not someone breaking in, he asked, “so... how did it go?” but judging by the expression on elliot’s face, daniel was pretty sure he had his answer already. “he said yes?”

elliot nodded excitedly while taking off his shoes and placing the leftover pizza on the kitchen counter, and then immediately ran over to daniel’s spot on the couch and gave him a rather rough high-five.

“hell yeah bro!”

“let’s go!”

[heart-eyes-kippen]

Rainbow make-up

Hi, here’s a lil oneshot where Bex does TJ’s make-up and Cyrus is like ‘omg’

I hope it’s okay!!

Word Count: 1967

~

It was an average Friday afternoon in Shadyside; the sun was beginning to lower in the sky, stores were beginning to close for the day and kids were meeting up at their local parks to hang out late into the night, no longer stopped by school the following day. 

 The streets were bustling with anticipation of the weekend ahead as TJ skateboarded down the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding a few disgruntled passers-by. He had a helmet on of course, he wasn’t that much of a rule-breaker, and said helmet just happened to be a rainbow one that Cyrus had brought him. Who on earth wouldn’t want to wear that anyway?

 He continued to make his way towards cloud 10, where he knew Bex was likely beginning to close up for the night. TJ wasn’t entirely how he had gotten so close to her, all he knew was that she had been there for him during the costume day ordeal and from there he had started dropping by cloud 10 a few afternoons a week to talk to her. 

 He came to a halt in front of the familiar glass doors, planting his feet firmly on the ground and picking up his skateboard, which also happened to be rainbow-themed. Sue him. 

 “Hey Bex,” he singsonged, stepping inside casually and taking off his helmet. 

 “TJ!” came a voice from the back of the studio. Her head appeared around the corner then, and he couldn’t help but smile. 

 “How’s my second favourite skateboarder doing?” she asked him, walking over to the front counter. 

 “Ever since I started teaching Andi how to skateboard I’m not your favourite anymore,” he complained, secretly not annoyed by it in the slightest. He enjoyed his afternoons spent with Andi, and he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

 “But she’s my daughter, I have a legal obligation to make her my favourite,” came Bex’s equally whiny response, and TJ couldn’t help but laugh. 

 He left his skateboard and helmet by the front entrance and wandered over to one of the swivel stools, sitting down and spinning around to face Bex.

 “So what have you done this time?” she asked him knowingly, beginning to flit between various power sockets to turn them off. 

 TJ raised a hand to his chest in mock offence. “Hey - why are we assuming I’ve done something here?” 

 “Because you’re TJ,” Bex supplied as though it was obvious. 

 TJ let out an annoyed huff. “Now I don’t wanna admit that I’ve done something.” 

 “Oh come on,” Bex laughed. “Tell me! I’m curious now.” 

 TJ raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. It may or may not have to do with Cyrus.” 

 “Ohhh, Cyrus huh?” Bex teased, moving over to the mirror behind him and organising a few makeup brushes. “Do tell.” 

 TJ could feel himself blushing already, which was pretty unfair considering he hadn’t even started talking yet. 

 “Okay so...god this is embarrassing.” 

 Bex shook her head. “Oh no. What have you done?” 

 “It’s not bad! It’s just...ugh.” 

 “Ugh. A very descriptive word,” Bex said, nodding wisely. 

 TJ just laughed. “Okay, okay. Basically, Cyrus was admiring one of the drawings I did, right? He was being all like ‘this is beautiful’, and you wanna know what I said?” 

 Bex smiled. “What did you say?” 

 “I said ‘you’re beautiful.’”

 Bex moved onto the next mirror with a laugh. “Are you kidding me? That’s adorable!” 

 “Yeah, but you know what’s not adorable? Running away right after.” 

 “You didn’t,” Bex gasped, bringing a dramatic hand up to her mouth. 

 “I did,” TJ told her, nodding solemnly. 

 She shook her head at that, a wide smile on her lips as he walked back over to the front counter. “So the problem here is that...you told Cyrus he was beautiful...then proceeded to run away.” 

 “Yup!” 

 “I see. Well, lucky for you, I have a solution!”

 “Really?” 

 ���Talk to him,” she said simply, smiling again when TJ just let out a dramatic groan.

 “That’s your response to all of my problems,” he complained. 

 “And tell me - has it ever failed?” 

 “No,” he admitted begrudgingly, spinning absent-mindlessly in his chair. 

 Communication really was key, as he learnt over the past few months of being friends with Cyrus. A lot of their smaller conflicts had resulted from miscommunication, and they always seemed ridiculous and insignificant once they were over. 

 Bex paused in front of him for a moment, tilting her head as though an idea had struck her. 

 “Can I do your make-up?” she asked.

 TJ pulled out his phone to check the time, before looking back up with a shrug. 

 “Sure.”

 “Great!” she smiled, clapping her hands together.

 It was the first time she had asked to do his makeup, but TJ honestly wasn’t surprised. Bex was always doing Andi, Buffy and Cyrus’ makeup, so it had seemed somewhat inevitable that she’d ask him at some point.

 “How would you feel about rainbow-themed makeup?” she asked him casually, bringing another swivel stool over and positioning it in front of him. 

 “Great,” he responded with a smile. 

 Bex opened her mouth, presumably to ask something else, when the bell above the glass door chimed. 

 They both looked towards it, and without seeming dramatic TJ very nearly had a heart attack when he saw who was standing there nervously. 

 “Cyrus! You’re here for the DVD, right?” 

 The boy nodded timidly, his gaze focused solely on TJ. For a few moments they just looked at one another, and Bex had an amused smile on her face as she got up from the stool.

 “TJ’s getting his makeup done,” she explained as he headed over to the back room. 

 “Oh cool! I’m sure it’ll look nice,” Cyrus said, his cheeks visibly tinged red.

 TJ averted his gaze, feeling uncharacteristically shy all of a sudden. Cyrus tended to have that effect on him, and it was honestly kind of scary how strong it was sometimes. 

 “Thanks,” he mumbled, watching gratefully as Bex walked back over with a DVD in hand. 

 “You know, you could stay here and watch TJ get his make-up done if you wanted,” Bex mentioned casually, handing over the DVD with a smile. 

 TJ’s widened at that. Cyrus seemed to be blushing even harder now, clearly taken aback as he looked between him and Bex.

 “I - um - yeah, sure!” 

 TJ narrowed his eyes at Bex as she went to grab another stool, a smug smile on her face. She definitely knew what she was doing, and TJ honestly couldn’t find it within himself to be that mad about it. 

 TJ ended up with Bex in front of him, holding a makeup bag, and Cyrus right beside her, glancing down at his phone distractedly. 

 “Okay, I’ll start with primer!” she announced, immediately gaining Cyrus’ attention. She grabbed a small bottle from her bag before setting it aside. 

 TJ was grateful that there was going to be makeup covering his face, because the way he was blushing at that moment was quite frankly ridiculous. 

 Cyrus watched intently as she applied the primer, then dots of concealer, before moving onto some light foundation. 

 “Has anyone ever told you that you have really great skin?” Bex asked him as she blended some of the foundation. 

 “No, actually,” said TJ with a small shrug. 

 “He does, doesn’t he?” Bex asked, clearly directing the question at Cyrus. 

 The boy smiled and nodded eagerly in agreement. “He does!” 

 If TJ thought the butterflies in his stomach were bad before, nothing could compare to the havoc those words caused. 

 Ever since they had made-up after costume day, TJ couldn’t help but think they were rapidly beginning to blur the line between ‘friends’ and ‘boyfriends.’ Soft smiles and touches and laughs we’re all adding up and leaving him confused about where exactly they stood. 

 Bex moved onto lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow after that, saying true to her word and making everything as rainbow-themed as possible. Cyrus was still watching intently, which proved to be particularly distracting for TJ when Bex was applying lipstick because oh my god, is he looking at my lips right now?

 “You actually already have pretty long eyelashes, but the mascara definitely makes them stand out more. Don’t you think, Cyrus?” 

 TJ looked to the boy bashfully, who was staring at him in total awe. His eyes were roaming TJ’s face now, a faint smile on his lips that had TJ’s heart fluttering in his chest.

 “Yeah. Yeah, it does,” he agreed. 

 Bex smiled knowingly and moved onto some finishing touches, keeping up the compliments and sending TJ pointed glances whenever Cyrus would agree with her. 

 “Your makeup is officially done!” she announced with a wide smile. “Wanna see it?” 

 “Hell yeah!” 

 She stood up and slowly spun his stool around to face the mirror, placing a hand on his shoulder as he observed his reflection. 

 It was most definitely rainbow-themed, and TJ genuinely didn’t think he had ever been more in love with a make-up look. He had everything from glittery rainbow eyeshadow to matte rainbow lips and glittery contour. 

 “It’s awesome!”

 “I’m glad you like it,” she responded with a smile, directing her attention towards Cyrus. “What do you think?” 

 The boy had his hands shoved in his pockets, a bashful smile gracing his lips as he looked at TJ’s reflection. 

 “It’s great! You look really beautiful. I mean - you always do, but...especially right now.” 

 TJ’s heart skipped a beat at that. He spun back around in his chair, looking up at Cyrus with a soft smile. 

 “Thanks, Cy.” 

 Bex looked between the two knowingly. “You know what this means?” she asked them excitedly. 

 They both looked over at her with matching puzzled expressions. 

 “You both think the other is beautiful!” 

 TJ bit his lip. He had honestly forgotten why he had come here in the first place - to complain about his total lack of composure around Cyrus - but now that he thought about it...

 “I guess you’re right,” Cyrus said with a shrug, smiling playfully at TJ. 

 Bex looked between them for a moment longer, before clapping her hands together. “You two should talk. I’ll be in the backroom, okay?” 

 TJ couldn’t help but snort at that - he knew Bex would eavesdrop, but he honestly couldn’t find it within himself to care. 

 Cyrus hesitantly sat down on the stool in front of TJ. “So...you think I’m beautiful.” 

 “And you think I’m beautiful,” TJ responded, feeling very grateful for the makeup that was currently covering his blush. 

 “So...where does that leave us?” Cyrus asked him, reaching over to take his hand. 

 TJ tried desperately to focus on speaking and not on the fact that Cyrus was currently holding his hand, but it was proving to be a pretty difficult task.

 “I - um - I guess...if you wanted...we could maybe be boyfriends?” 

 Cyrus beamed at him and nodded eagerly. “I’d like that.” 

 “Great!” said TJ, honestly surprised that he had managed to get this far. 

 Bex poked her head around the corner then, a wide smile on her face. “Can I come out now?” 

 “Yes,” TJ told her, sighing playfully.

 She walked in the room and stopped in front of them, raising an amused eyebrow. “So...boyfriends, huh?” 

 “Okay thanks, Bex, we’re leaving now!” announced TJ, standing up from his stool and helping a giggling Cyrus to his feet. 

 Bex looked after the pair with a fond smile as they laughingly walked out of the studio, holding hands and exchanging soft smiles. She closed the door after them, shaking her head as she looked down at the skateboard and helmet TJ had left behind.

 “Kids,” she mused, picking both items up and storing them away for the next time TJ came along with boy issues. 

~

*reblogs are appreciated as always in case this doesn’t show up in the tags*

[abcreid]

His Affection (2)

Spencer Reid x OC (Original Character)

Hi guys! Finally i can post this new part of the story. Sorry for waiting for so long i had a writer block and i had no idea for all this time. And i want to thank @princessjellyfishbitch for helping me proofread this part and im so greatful she wanted to help me. Enjoy the story!

Part 1

Masterlist

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3rd Day of Work

You woke up from a nightmare. You were dreaming of him, again. And it’s been only a few days since he appeared, yet again, in your mind. You can’t forget how he was. His smells, his touch, his everything. How hurt he was when he left you.

But you have to move on, Anna.

You took a shower as quickly as you could. You have to go to the salon to get your hair braided. You peered at your face in the mirror. You can do this. This is what you've wanted for months. Move away from D.C., start a new life, make new friends, and get into a new relationship. That was your plan, at least. You put your medium hoop earrings on and placed the rest of your diamond studs back into the 7 piercings you had running all the way up your ears. You were thinking about getting your tragus or rook pierced next, but that had to wait until you were less busy.

“You moved on, Anastasia. You have a new life and new friends. Be nice to your friends. Be a good person!” You ended your little pep talk with a smile, then you got dressed and walked out of your apartment building.

You drove to the nearest salon you knew of. It was a big salon that was usually filled with customers, but not this morning. It’s too early for anyone to come in to get their hair done. You entered and was greeted by the receptionist.

“Hi, Miss, what can I help you with? Do you have an appointment?” The receptionist greeted you first with a smile, but you didn’t return the gesture. It feels unfamiliar for you to be friendly with other people, especially with those you don’t know.

“Anna Harper.” You told her your name and she searched for you in the appointment book.

“Miss Harper, come with me.” The owner of the salon called you and you followed her. “Have a seat, Miss.” She patted the white leather chair, then turned to the stylist sweeping leftover hair from her last client. “Lea, please treat Miss Harper well.”

She looked back at you through the mirror and patted your shoulders. “I will leave you with her, Miss Harper.”

You replied with a curt, silent nod and the owner left you with your stylist. Part of you wanted to stop putting up a cold front, but you didn’t think it was the right time. Your stylist ran her fingers through your hair and separated the strands into three sections, expertly weaving them into the intricate style.

“You work at the FBI? That’s cool. My name is Lea, by the way.” She giggled as she tried to strike up a conversation. Your rock hard heart wasn't touched by her kindness.

You just stared at her in silence while she styled your hair. “Sorry, I just... you know trying to warm the situation,” she grinned and you remained stoic in your expression. “Oh, is that your engagement ring? Wow, congratulations, Agent Anna! You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met in my life! And who’s the lucky guy?”

You looked for a while at your silver ring with a big diamond nestled in the middle. That moment still fits perfectly in your memories. You still remember precisely how he proposed to you, with every single detail still fresh in your mind. How he surprised you by bringing along your parents, brother, and friends. It was a very beautiful moment that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. He feigned sickness while you were at the mall, causing you to rush back home, no longer caring about your trivial errands. You arrived home to find both your families gathered together in the living room and your boyfriend, Tony, nowhere in sight. But then he arrived, looking not the slightest bit ill. You looked around in confusion until the love of your life kneeled on one knee, pulled out a navy blue velvet box from his coat pocket, and opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever laid your eyes on.

The memory faded when you put together the fact that you hadn’t realized you were still wearing the ring Tony had given you six months before. Putting on your ring every day had become such a normal part of your morning routine that you hadn’t noticed you’d been doing it despite it being over for so long.

“Just braid my hair, okay? That’s none of your business,” you snapped back at her harshly, but you didn’t regret it. She inadvertently opened your wound again, and now you can’t stop thinking about Tony again.

An hour passed by when you finally reached the 6th floor of the FBI building. Today, you wore a formal burgundy-colored dress with matching heels. You made sure to bring your handbag as well as your go bag. You smoothed your fingers over the silky leather of your evening coat as the door to the elevator slid open.

“Oh My God! Look who’s coming.” Morgan’s eyes couldn’t leave your elegant figure. Your appearance stunned everyone, including the doctor who just came from the break room. “Reid, look who’s coming.” Morgan nudged his colleague and pointed at you with his eyes as you sauntered indifferently to your desk. Spencer froze as his eyes fell upon your beautiful face. His body felt warm and he felt his heart quicken as he observed your reserved, but misunderstood demeanor. Every time he saw you, he felt like life got a little bit brighter for him.

You unloaded your belongings and tried to ignore their blatant gawking. But that obviously failed when the most excitable woman on earth pops out of nowhere to greet you, thanks to JJ informing her of your presence.

“Holy shit! Anna! You’re so beautiful. That dress, that braided hair, your hoop earrings, seriously? That anklet, are those Salvatore Ferragamo heels? Are you going to a fashion show or coming in to work as an FBI agent? OMG, you just ended me right here in this boring office, Anna! Damn it! I’ve known since your first day that you were secretly a fashionista! You are my guru! Teach me your ways, oh can I know what size your shoes are?” Garcia fired question after question at you with hardly a breath in between, let alone giving you enough time to answer. Before you could reply, and before Garcia could ramble on any longer, Emily cut in with a more practical point of view.

“Are you going to wear those heels in the field? What about your boots? Your earrings are too big and that dress? You won’t be comfortable wearing that outfit out on the field today, Anna.” Emily aggravated you with her redundant lecturing.

You retaliated by aggressively snatching your go bag from your desk and thrusting it in her direction. “I have everything I need and I’ll be changing into more practical clothing before we go. At least for me, first impressions matter,” you sneered, not taking too kindly to her criticism.

“Emily, don’t scold our Garcia-approved fashion guru.” Rossi interrupted the impending argument after being attracted by the commotion.

Something caught Garcia’s eyes when you turned back to face Emily. She saw the nape of your neck and gasped in surprise. “Wait, you have a tattoo? A cross tattoo?”

You spun back around to face Garcia, once again and frowned in response. “Yes. And I read the Legal Handbook three times to make sure there were no rules that banned agents having and/or displaying tattoos.”

“Legal Handbook? You read it? I’ve never even read it. I didn’t even know it existed. Kinda like agreeing to the terms and conditions,” JJ admitted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I read it,” Spencer piped in to support you, the only other person who read the handbook. “I read it 10 times when I didn’t have any books to read. And she’s right, there are no rules related to tattoos. You have a very cool tattoo, Anna.” Spencer tried to make sure he evened out his breathing and tone so that he seemed nonchalant when speaking to you. He feels like there is something unusual that happens to him when it comes to you.

“Reid has found his nerd mate!” Morgan announced and playfully shoved Spencer’s shoulder towards you.

“Alright, children, we have a new case. I will brief you all on the jet. Wheels up in 30,” Hotch announced, trying to deescalate the situation. He looked at you for a few moments, like he didn’t know what to say to you. More like he was admiring your beauty. “You look so nice, Harper,” He commented, then walked back to his office. You were genuinely flattered by Hotch’s praise and smirked.

“First impressions matter, everyone,” You repeat to everyone proudly. You smiled inside because you proved them wrong today. And maybe from Spencer admiring your tattoo and sticking up for you. You shook your head to get that thought out of your head. You didn’t care for him. You wouldn’t if you could help it.

-

You sit in a coffee shop near the hotel you and the team were staying at for the last few days. You brought your case file, cigarettes, cell phone, and small satchel which held your money, ID card, lighter, and headphones.

You took a sip of your coffee while your mind wandered elsewhere. Your eyes scanned your case file without actually reading it. You were too preoccupied with other thoughts to absorb any information. You were listening to music to drown out the sounds surrounding you in the small cafe.

You didn’t ask anyone to accompany you, still not being comfortable with anyone on your team. It’s still only your 3rd day at the BAU, but you made progress. While out in the field, Hotch paired you with himself, and you actually managed to talk to him in a relatively cordial manner. Only about the case, of course. But it was a huge step for you.

You flicked open your lighter open and lit the end of your cigarette and took a deep breath, inhaling the strong chemicals, letting your throat and chest fill with warmth. You exhaled the smoke through your nostrils, then took another drag. You finish off that cigarette and immediately light up another. You keep going until you finished the whole box. Not yet satisfied, you pulled out another box from your bag, and continue your chain-smoking.

You spot Spencer across the street and he waves at you, making his way towards the table you were sitting at. You were shocked by his appearance and pulled out the gel headphones from your ears, putting out you half-finished cigarette into the ceramic ashtray in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked incredulously, shocked that he was awake at midnight and managed to run into you at this small coffee shop. You expected the whole team to be resting up in their hotel rooms.

“I was looking for you. I knocked on your door multiple times and you didn’t answer, and I started to think you might be out blowing off steam. Are you smoking?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in response. He must've seen you exhale smoke when he walked up to you and could see the half-full ashtray with a few embers still burning from the last lit cigarette you put out. Why would he ask a question with such a glaringly obvious answer?

“Why were you looking for me? Do you need anything?” You asked him as calmly as you could because you really wanted to try to make an effort in getting along with your team.

He smiled and sat beside you. “Nothing. I just wanted to talk to you. What are you listening to? I was staring at you for 5 minutes straight, and you seemed to only be focused on smoking listening to something through your headphones.”

You stared at him with disbelief. What was he trying to do? Observing you so intently and for so long, with a reason that you couldn’t seem to come up with at the moment. “You can tell me whatever you want if you need someone to talk to. I’m here, Anna. I’m here ready to listen to all of the stories you keep bottled up inside.”

You were shocked by what he said. Many people have told you similar things, but Spencer seemed to be the only one who actually meant it.

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Sunset Ride

✿ Nct’s Renjun x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ 1.6k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿ Masterlist!

I’ve felt like I’m experiencing my first crush again whenever I look at Renjun and I’m so head over heels for him,,,help,,,,not a college au but everyone ‘00 line and up is preparing to start college. I might have to explain that college, for me, starts at the end of August and high school starts at the beginning of September. The legal age to drive where I am is 16 but most people start driving around 17 or 18.  I WAS GONNA QUEUE THIS BUT UH MY ONLY SPOT OPEN IS AT THE END OF NOVEMBER AND I WANTED TO POST THIS. 

I made the following divider so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you .- Chii 

         It was the last day of summer. People were preparing to go back to school. Supplies stores bustled with parents and their kids as they try to purchase everything on the lists the teachers handed out the last day of school the previous year. Mall lines long with customers buying new clothes. This was the last bit of teenage summer you and the other 00 liners would have before you started college. You knew things would change and it made your heart ache every time you thought about it. Some of them were leaving for school and some were staying. You, Jaemin and Haechan were staying for college. Mark, Jeno and Renjun were leaving. It broke your heart to be separated from them, especially Renjun. For the longest time, the both of you have been aware of each other's feelings but never did anything about it. You didn’t know if you would survive without his laughter that rang like the clearest bells or smile that made you feel like nothing else mattered. You two found yourselves spending more and more time together as the summer neared its end. Late nights talking about anything, sleepovers where you two would watch movies too scary for the both of you, going to Mark and Jaemin’s birthday parties and being practically attached at the hips. You were going to miss him.

         You were in the middle of packing your backpack for your first class tomorrow. You sat on the floor and went through your list of books required while listening to Mark’s playlist he made for everyone. You made sure your pencil case had pens and pencils. Your phone stopped playing music and your ringtone rang instead. Your phone lit up and you saw Renjun's name pop up across the screen. You accepted the call and held the phone up to your ear. There was no greeting just giggling.

“Hey, look outside your window!” You got up from your seat on the floor and saw Jeno’s car in the street. The same beat up car Jeno used to back up into your fence, the same car he used to drive everyone to prom, the same car that held so many endless memories. Jeno mentioned a while ago that he would be getting rid of it soon and buy the car he’s been eyeing, he finally saved enough for it. You saw that Jaemin was in the passenger seat, waving to you from the rolled down window. Haechan did the same he called your name. Renjun was up through the open sunroof with the phone pressed against his cheek as he used both arms to wave to you.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked as you stared at Renjun from your window. His face broke out in a large smile as he replied.

“We’re spending the last bit of summer we have left, diner food and then we’re going down to the beach. Join us?” His voice sounded hopeful but he knew well enough that you would agree. Renjun saw your face mirror his smile and spoke into the phone before going back down into the car.

“We’ll see you soon,” he said before he hung up. You quickly changed out of your lounge clothes and into a big tee-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. You looped a belt around your waist and tucked the shirt in before pulling some of it out. You picked out a pair of mismatched socks, grabbed your phone and your wallet. You texted your mom that you would be out and be home by the time she came home from her nightshift. You opened the door and waved to the boys while you laced your shoelaces. Renjun got out of the car as you locked your door. He happily hugged you and kept his arms around your shoulders from behind as you two walked to the car. You saw the sunlight reflect in Jaemin’s eyes as he greeted you. Haechan yelled for Renjun to get off of you so he could give you a hug. He constantly jokes about how Renjun stole you from him. You recalled being sat next to Haechan in your 3rd period math class during your first year in high school.

         “The middle seat is the worse. I can’t believe you’re making me sit here,” you said as you sat next to Haechan. He pulled out his phone to take a quick picture of you and him to put up on his social media.

You smiled at the camera while Jeno looked at you from the mirror, you could see his eyes smile, “who told you to live the farthest?”

“Oh just drive,” you giggled out as you wrapped the seatbelt across your body. Renjun got back into the car and strapped in also. Jeno started to drive, Jaemin turned around to look at you.

“Any music requests?” He waved his phone and saw it open on a screen full of songs. Haechan immediately went off to listing songs to Jaemin all of which were in Mark’s playlist.

         It took 15 minutes to get to the diner. Everyone filed out quickly and through the doors. Renjun instinctively slung an arm around your shoulders as you two walked. A waiter happily greeted you all as he walked everyone over to the largest booth they had. It was tucked in the corner of the diner and you remember sitting there during your days of high school.

         Everyone ordered things like fries, burgers and milkshakes. When it came for you to order, Renjun recites your order like he’s reading off a page. When the waiter leaves, you nudge him.

“What if I wanted the vanilla milkshake today?” you asked him as you and Jaemin looked at the desserts page.

“You cringed at it when Haechan offered you some last time we were here.” You looked up at him and rolled your eyes before sending him a smile.

“Get a room!” Jeno said as he throws a straw wrapper at you two.

         Being in a diner with the rest of the boys felt like time stopped. Sitting next to the people you grew up with. You looked over to them. Jaemin was laughing at something Renjun said, a straw in between his teeth as his lips spread. Jeno and Haechan were singing along to the music being played. You wanted time to stop in that moment. The world had to move though and the only indicator of time was how the sun started to fall.

“Last fry?” Renjun waved a fry in front of your face. You went forward but he quickly put it in his mouth.

“Loser,” you said as threw a napkin at him.

“Should we start heading to the beach?” Haechan said just before he guided himself to his straw. Everyone took a look outside and saw the sun falling.

         Everyone paid their part and filed back to the car. Another 15 minutes and Jeno pulled into a parking spot that was right in front of the beach. He didn’t even bother to turn off the engine, he ran out with Jaemin and Haechan. The radio was still playing music. You stepped out and embraced the slight heat of the sun on your face. You breathed in the salty sea and sighed happily. Renjun smiled at you unknowingly. His hand came up to push his hair back, it fell back in place with the slight look of messiness. He suddenly crawled back into the car and opened the sunroof. He pulled himself up and sat on the roof.

“Come up here,” he said. You walked over and grabbed his outstretched hand. He held you steady as you sat on the roof.

         Here you were, sitting on the roof of Jeno’s car. Everyone else with their toes in the sand or in the waters. You looked past your friends and to the sky. Renjun admired your gaze at the sky, he found the colorful horizon in your eyes as you looked it. Just then a breeze came from the sea and he saw you compact your legs into your chest.

“Here, it’s kind of breezy right now,” he took off the denim jacket he had on and slung it over your shoulders. You smiled shyly as the cuffed sleeves fell down your shoulders. He had on just a white tee-shirt, his dark jeans and a pair of beaten up sneakers. You admired his profile as he stared out to the setting sun. The sky was transitioning from blue to purple to a bright orange. It looked like a piece of artwork behind Renjun.

You sneaked your hand closer to his and he let you weave your fingers together. You let out a content sigh and let your head rest on his shoulder, he lightly presses a kiss on top of your head. You felt the smile that played across his lips as he did. This string of romantic action didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“Love birds!” Jaemin shouted from the water. You and Renjun say nothing but smile widely. The others coo at you two.

“I love you,” you heard his soft voice play the most beautiful notes that no instrument could compare. You felt his gaze on you. You turned your head and smiled. His dark chocolate brown eyes felt so warm. You felt like you were at home with him. His fingers laced themselves deeper with yours. In that moment, you wanted to cry. You didn’t want summer to end. You didn’t want this moment to end. You really wondered how life was before you met Renjun and fell in love with the boy. He made you feel like life was so much more than it’s perceived to be. You wanted to let him know that.

“I love you too.”

I’m so in love with Huang Renjun. He really is like my sun and stars. I’m so sad omg I needed to write something. He’s making me feel like I can love all over again. I’ve never mentioned this but something happened to me and I’ve been hesitant to I crush on people again. Would it be weird to admit that I have a crush on Renjun? :((( lol im so pitiful y’all I’ve also been having sessions where I just have real bad thoughts and I would think back to last year when I was in HS and ugh IM GONNA GO I LOVE YOU ALL A LOT TT- Chii

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.