#THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT I EVER SAW NOBODY TOUCH ME

[vero-niche]

[piratefishmama]

Crashed the wedding, Part 7

Eddie had no grand speech prepared, he had nothing, his whole job was to wing it, which was probably a good thing because anything he’d have prepared to say, would have flown right out of the metaphorical window when he saw Steve.

He’d only just managed that witty quip as he Aragon’d his way through those doors, all the breath just taken right out of him god he was still as beautiful as the day Eddie left, nine years hadn’t touched him at all. His hair still impossibly perfect, even though he’d clearly not put much effort into it for the day, his glasses still made him look like the cutest pre-school teacher ever, and the moles.

Lord have mercy on his poor soul, the moles. He was too gay for this. He just wanted to skip everything, get directly to wrapping Steve up in the cosiest of sweaters, and handing him the tastiest mug of hot cocoa like he deserved, and just cuddling him for the rest of his life.

“E-Excuse me sir, we hadn’t actually gotten to that part yet” The reverend’s voice hesitantly cut through the silence that seemed to carry on for way longer than intended. The man choosing not to mention that the senior Harringtons had instructed him to remove the offer to the guests to object from the ceremony speech citing that they wouldn’t need it.

“Yeah well, it’s not like I had a damn invitation to sit in and wait, did I?” Eddie snapped right back, shaking himself up. He had a job to do, a love of his life to rescue, and no goddamn idea as to how he was supposed to do that if Steve wasn’t reacting in any way other than just staring at him with wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Steve heard from his left, turning to find his father’s face had turned a curious shade of red in apparent anger. The man quickly turning his eye onto his son hissing “did you have something to do with this?” At him. God Steve wished. He’d have given anything to have had the courage to just pick up the damn phone and call Eddie before all this shit went down.

Nine goddamn years, he wished he’d have picked up the phone each and every single day, but he hadn’t, too many missed calls, too many excuses for him to keep trying, he’d been so sure that Eddie had just… moved on, convincing himself more and more with each failed attempt to stay in touch that maybe… maybe it was just for the best.

Eddie was famous, for something good… besides the shit that happened during Vecna’s little bitch fit, Eddie hadn’t stepped a toe out of line in nine whole years, no scandals, no drug addiction stories, no compromising paparazzi shots in the papers, he sang his songs, played his nerd games, he showed up as ‘Metal Santa’ at Children’s hospitals with the other bandmates dressed as goofy elves, giving out toys all out of his own pocket, he helped out at soup kitchens on the weekends when he wasn’t busy, did charity auctions of random shit for troubled youth charities, he was good. The only time he’d had an issue was early ’88 with a mild drinking problem but Dustin knocked some sense into him on that one and he’d cleaned up his act by September the same year.

He looked mean and scary sometimes, but nobody, not a single person could ever accuse him of being anything but good. Steve was just… Steve.

A man going nowhere, stuck in his hometown with nothing to offer him. It’d been so easy to convince himself to just stop trying. Eddie didn’t need him, Eddie probably didn’t want him, he could have anyone, why would he want him?

Steve didn’t answer his father, instead turned back to the intruder, a smile fighting at the corner of his lips as he witnessed the man telling one of the bride’s huffy aunts to pipe the fuck down. “Eddie? The hell are you doing here?” How could he let his mind force him to doubt when Eddie was right there as if he’d heard that one wish Steve had spoken only in his mind.

“Rescuing you, sweetheart, can’t say I’m the most impressive of cavalry but at least I look good, which is more than I can say for your bride, yikes ma’am you just faceplant into a cake made up entirely of makeup this morning? Not a good look, I can see where the foundation meets the rest of your neck. One word, blend.” Liar, she looked flawless, but the outraged gasp of an offended bride was worth it. The shit stirring little fucker. “It will change your life.”

“Steven—” Harriet huffed, turning to her groom expectantly “aren’t you even going to—”

“No.” Steve immediately cut her off with a short, snort of a laugh, eyes still on Eddie as the man approached, his bride immediately turning to her parents to loudly complain about the interruption, Steve tuned her out completely, he’d tuned everything out, focusing entirely on Eddie “you could have worn a shirt, man.”

“And miss the warm Indiana breeze on my nip? I think not Steven.” Steve scrunched up his nose in distaste “Stevie? Steve-o, Ooh, ooh… Estebe?”

“That means Stebe and you know it means Stebe.”

“I know but you always thought it was cute.” He was within reaching distance now, so close he could touch him, could touch him to ensure he was real, that he hadn’t just hallucinated his way through his forced vows.

“I only thought it was cute cause you actually thought it meant Steve.” He reached, Eddie’s smile widening, only for it to drop, his eyes sharpening in barely concealed rage as Harrington Sr. grabbed the arm reaching out toward Eddie.

“Don’t even think about it, Steven. You will inform your brief, and unfortunate lapse in judgement that you were mistaken, that it meant nothing, and you’re marrying Miss Reid, do not make me remind you—”

“Sit the fuck down Harrington, nobody pulled your string.” Eddie snarled leaning in close enough for the man to release his grip in surprise.

“Eddie… he’s right, I—I have to.”

“No, no you don’t, I see nobody we know here Steve, your friends, your family they’re not here… why? Why aren’t they here Steve… on what should be the happiest day of your life, why did Nancy have to shoot a security guard in the arm just to get me in?”

“Nance did what?” Was that what that noise was?

“Surprised you didn’t hear the gunshot. Karen wheeler practically shoved this monkey suit on me and shoved me out the damn door in hopes I could get you out of this, the only reason the others aren’t here is because these assholes did well enough to have it clash with everything going on in their lives.” Not him though, Eddie would have abandoned a whole damn tour, he’d have cancelled mid-gig, if necessary, Steve needed him. He needed them. “What’s stopping you from walking out of that door right now, baby? What’s doing that?”

He saw that crack in Steve’s already crumbling resolve at the soft use of an old pet name, such a simple, generic little name but it always made Steve just a little weak hearing it from Eddie. “Eddie—Eddie I’m… I can’t…”

There were whispers, people had stood up to get a closer look, nobody in that church recognised Eddie, as famous as he was, he wasn’t their kind of famous. Eddie paid them no mind, taking those last few steps, using what little courage he had left to reach up and skim his calloused fingers along that perfect jawline, thumb caressing the soft cushion of his cheek just below where his glasses perched. “You can, baby boy… my sweet little prince, you can walk right out of here with me… whatever it is Steve, we can deal with it, money? Baby I have more in pocket change than your family’s entire net worth combined, including the shit in those offshore accounts ol John here doesn’t think anyone knows about it.” Steve’s father leaned a fraction backwards in surprise, how the fuck did Munson know about that? He could move all he wanted, Eddie wasn’t paying attention to him, his soft eyes were on Steve, watching as the man let his own drift shut, leaning into the palm cupping his cheek. “Hawkins? Sweetheart… I got here in a day, I flew first class, very fancy, if anything happens, we’ve got it, we can be back here so fast whatever that freaky-ass place throws at us, we’ll be ready for it same as always… so what is it, big boy, what’s stopping you?”

Steve let his eyes open halfway, taking in the man in front of him “I’m not worth it Eddie… just… just go, it’s okay… I’ll be fine, m’always fine” so why did that smile look so sad “…I’m not worth what you’d lose if I were to leave.”

Part 9

[cam-ryt]

@malectober day 12 (yeah I'm one day late)

Day 12 : Mask

Warnings : Cutie pies. What happened to the angst ? Nobody knows but I still havn't written the prompt for today so...

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They were supposed to meet inside. I'll be wearing a mask had said Magnus. Sometimes Alec hated his sense of humour – everyone had a fucking mask in here, that was the purpose of a costume ball. Well, everyone except him. That might explain why everybody had their eyes on him.

Look, he didn't know he was supposed to wear a fucking mask, nobody told him that and that's not like he had ever been to one of those stupid parties before. There was a good reason for that. Now he wanted to hide in a corner. Seriously, could people just not stare at him like he had offended their ancestors ?

« There you are... »

He froze as he suddenly felt cool hands on his shoulders, then relaxed when he recognized the voice and the touch of Magnus' fingers making him rotate on itself. He found himself facing a mask. A beautiful, black satin and feather mask which looked so soft that Alec couldn't help but raise his hand to brush it with his fingertips.

« Wow... »

Magnus grinned. His irises were yellow and malicious under the mask. He took his hand from behind his back and handed something to Alec.

« I knew you wouldn't have one. »

The mask was a pure white, also decorated with small and soft white feathers, and a longer blue peacock feather on the right side. He put it on and immedialy felt a little bit less anxious about all the people surrounding them. The only one he saw was Magnus and his beautiful eyes contrasting with the color of his skin, black clothes and mask. He really liked it when Magnus used no charm to hide himself. Most of the time they were alone when it was happening, or the warlock was using a lot of magic or he was loosing control. But since there were only warlocks tonight, he knew his boyfriend felt comfortable enough to show his mark.

"Care to dance ?" Magnus asked while taking his hand to bring him closer.

« We're here for work, remember ? » Alec smiled teasingly.

« That doesn't mean we can't have fun in the meantime. » The warlock replied, placing a firm hand around the shadowhunter's waist to guide him slowly to the rythm of the music.

« Well, in that case... » Alec secured his hands on his boyfriend's hips and leaned in slightly to place a long, tender kiss on his lips.

Their masks touched, forcing Alec to run his fingers up the back of Magnus' neck to gently grip his hair. He pulled his head back slightly to gain better access to his mouth and proceeded to devour it with no shame.

« Alec... » Magnus breathed sharply, a little taken aback, but in a good way.

« You're beautiful. » Alec replied, slowly lowering his mouth down against his jaw, placing small kisses against his neck and then behind his ear.

Magnus swallowed, his whole body shivering at the touch. Alec knew exactly how to make him weak in the knees. That little shit.

« You know you can't justify everything by telling me I'm beautiful, Alexander ? »

« Why not ? »

Okay, they had to find a renegade warlock to report his actions to the Clave. He couldn't concentrate if Alec kept whispering in his ear with his sexy hoarse voice.

« Stop it, Lightwood-Bane. » He tried protesting without too much enthusiasm.

« But I love you. Alec replied with the cutest smile. And you're indeed beautiful. »

Magnus rolled his eyes. The warlock could wait. Alec had very good arguments.

[chrizbang]

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: Romance, eventual smut

Warnings: idol!Chan, kissing

Word count: 1.782

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this"

After a few days, Chan finally managed to get some free time for your movie date. This time, Mia wasn't able to help you get ready because she was on a trip with her boyfriend. Still, she sent you a text giving you some tips so you could look the best for your second date. You knew that it was going to happen at Chan's house again and his friends would be there, so you decided to wear something simple, a t-shirt and blue jeans. You weren't as nervous as on the first date because you saw how sweet Chan was, but it didn't mean that you weren't nervous at all. Especially because you were going to meet his friends, except for Hyunjin, which you were already introduced to. You decided to take a look a Stray Kids' songs so you would at least an idea of what was expecting you. You were awestruck. You were never interested on K-pop, but they were so talented. The singing, the rapping, the dancing, all of it was fascinating. You watched some live performances and you couldn't take your eyes off Chan. His stage presence, his voice and, his dancing were a dangerous combo. And you had to admit that you enjoyed way too much the performances where he would lift his shirt up or he would wear crop tops. You didn't realize that it was getting late and you had to leave for your date. When you arrived at his house, you took a moment to take a deep breath and to calm yourself down. If Chan's friends were as nice as him, it would all be okay. You stopped in front of the door and knocked on it. You waited but nobody answered. You knocked again and somebody finally answered. "Oh, hello there," a guy with a pretty smile said when he opened the door. "Hi," you shyly said. "Please come in," he suggested, giving you space so you could come inside. The house looked the same as the last time you went there, but this time the house was way fuller. "Guys, Y/N is here," the boy announced and everyone got up to greet you. You couldn't see Chan anywhere so it made you feel a little timid. Each one of them introduced themselves to you and they all looked like they were nice people. Felix even hugged you tight, he looked really excited to meet you. "It's good to see you again, Y/N. Please take a seat," Hyunjin said, pointing to the couch in the middle of the living room. "Where's Chan?" you timidly asked, almost whispering. "He's getting ready. He was working on the studio until some minutes ago so he got a little late," he said, apologetically. "Oh, it's okay." They engaged in a conversation and you stayed there, watching them, not knowing what to say. "Guys, you are going to scare the guest away with all this noise," Chan said, entering the living room. You felt your heart stutter a nervous tempo in your chest when you heard his voice. Chan walked around the couch, his eyes never leaving you. Jisung was sitting by your side and Chan made a movement with his hand, telling him to get up so he could sit there. "Hi," you smiled when he sat next to you. "Hi. Sorry for being late, I had a lot of work today."

"It's fine."

"What are we going to watch?" Seungmin asked. "How about we let our guest choose?" Minho suggested. Everybody looked at you and you had to restrain yourself from running away. "Anything for me is fine," you remarked. "Let's watch a horror movie then," Changbin said. The movie started and everyone took a seat. The couch you were sitting on had only two sits, so there was only you and Chan. You had your hand on top of your thigh for a moment. Suddenly, you felt the warm skin of Chan's hand touching yours. He held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I told you I would hold your hand," he whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled.

For a moment, you felt a wave of boldness in your body and you decided to lay your head on Chan's shoulder. Didn't take long before his head was laying on top of yours too, making you feel safe and cozy. "You know what? This movie is really good but we have some work to do at the studio, right Jisung?" Changbin whined, looking at Jisung. It took a moment for him to answer since he was too interested in the movie. "Oh, yeah." Jisung briefly looked at Chan. "We have a lot to do." "It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Changbin said before leaving the room with Jisung, who waved at you enthusiastically. The room was quiet again for a while until you heard someone yawning. "I think we should go to sleep," Minho stretched his body and got up from the couch. "Yeah, it's getting late and we had a lot of practice today," Felix said. "Enjoy the movie, guys," Minho purred, looking at you. By his expression and the tone of his voice, he looked like he was kind of teasing you. Chan's hand stopped holding yours, making you feel upset for a moment. until you felt his arm around your shoulder. "This movie is boring. I'm gonna play video games," Jeongin complained, getting up and going to his room. "I'm going with you," Hyunjin said. They both stopped and looked at Seungmin as if they were waiting for something. Seungmin frowned and followed them. "Bye, Y/N," he said before going up the stairs with his friends. So there you were, just you and Chan, in the living room, alone. You felt Chan's body getting closer to yours, which made your heart skip a beat.

His hand started to play with the hair at the back of your neck and you had to use all the strength you had to stop yourself from shivering. "Are you enjoying the movie?" he asked you "Yeah. I like horror movies." "Me too." After some minutes, you broke the silence. "Chan?" "Yeah." Chan looked at you, all his attention was on you. "Did you plan with your friends to leave us alone?" "Uhm...maybe?" You laughed, hiding your face with your hands. "I hope it's not a problem," he said, giving you the cutest look. There was no way that you would be upset at him. "I thought it was funny. That wasn't very natural." "I know," he laughed. There was an awkward silence for a moment. Your attention was on the TV but you noticed that he was looking at him, which made you look at him. "Can I- Can I kiss you?" "Yes." Chan slowly got closer to you. His eyes were on yours until he looked at your lips, making him lick his lips. When his lips finally touched yours, you felt your breath catching in your throat. His lips were soft and warm, making you want more. His left hand held delicately onto your neck while his right one grabbed your waist. You let your hand run through his chest while the other held onto the collar of his shirt. The kiss was sweet and slow, with passion radiating from both of you. You don't know how long you kissed because you got lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. Eventually, you stopped to catch your breath. You looked at Chan and he had the prettiest smile on his face, his lips red and swollen from the kissing. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do this," he purred. You smiled and tried to hide your face but Chan didn't let you. "Don't be shy," he whined. "I really like you, Chan," you said before you could stop yourself. Chan widened his eyes, surprised by your words. You started to panic, thinking that you taking things ahead of yourself. But you felt a wave of relief when Chan kissed you again, holding your face with your hands. "You have no idea how much I like you, Y/N," he whispered, against your lips. "Ever since I met you, I have to work harder to keep myself focused because I keep thinking about you all the time. You are getting me in trouble." "It's not my intention," you laughed. "Do you wanna eat something?" he asked. "I wanna kiss you." Chan smiled. He kissed you again but this time, the kiss was more intense. He ran his tongue on your lips and when you opened your mouth, he slid his tongue inside of it. You lightly sucked on it and Chan left a small moan to leave his mouth. You had to press your legs together after hearing him like that. You grabbed his hair, playing with his tongue. Chan explored your mouth as you kissed, while he held your body close to his. You had had to stop, again, to take a breath. "Shit," you said when you looked at the hour on your phone. "I really have to go home." "I'll take you home." Chan got up, looking for his shoes. "Oh no, you don't have to, I'll get an Uber." "I'm not gonna let you take an Uber this late at night," he insisted. "But what if somebody sees us together. Isn't this going to get you in trouble?" "It's really late. I don't think it's going to be a problem." You finally accepted Chan's ride. He kept talking to you about some stuff but you only paid attention to how sexy he looked while he drove. The sleeve of his shirt clung to his arm so tightly, like it's was going to be ripped apart any moment. The veins on his arms looked delicious. You knew that Chan was extremely attractive but kissing him made you see stuff from another perspective. "Here we are, Y/N," Chan said after stopping the car in front of your apartment. "Thank you for taking me home," you purred slowly. "Anything for you." "You are so charming," you rolled your eyes. Chan simply shrugged and laughed. "I'm going inside. Bye, Chan." "Bye. Have a good night." You left the car slowly, trying to hide how embarrassed you were. Chan stayed inside of his car and you knew he was watching you because you felt his eyes on you. You unlocked the door and entered inside but you stopped for a moment. You took a deep breath. Why not? "Chan," you called him before he had a chance to leave. "Do you want to come inside?"

A/N: thank your for reading!

[lizzy-williams]

𝐭𝐰𝐨

♡ Warnings: sexual intercourse, language, drugs, sexual assult, threesome

♡ Request: Would you do a imagine where the reader is best friends with Colson and Yungblud and they go to a bar and this guy is touching on the reader and her trying to get away and they come and save her and ends with jealous kinky ASF smut??

♡ Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-URGVmuYIQ

Animal by Sir Chloe

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 admit, even though you weren’t really an extroverted person, dancing with your two friends was enjoyable, and actually fun. It was nice to let loose and move your body like nobody was watching. 

I Think I’m Okay was now an award winning song, and you were there to watch it all, being friends with Colson before hand. And meeting Domanic was just the thing you needed. He brought a sense of energy to the group, and Colson became instant friends. 

Their friendship was close, and you were thankful to have such a good friendship triangle. Each of you balanced each other out, and at the center of the two boys was you. You were the peace before the disturbance. You were good for them, almost like a guardian, keeping them in check. 

But over time, you felt yourself gain feelings. But for both of them. And you hated it. Being the person you were, you were indecisive as hell. And you weren’t stupid, you saw the way they would look at you. Like there was something they wanted. So in retrospect, you could have either of them. But you wanted them both. 

But now that you were on a crowded club floor, dancing and touching the boys, switching back and forth. You were with Colson at the moment, his hands on your waist as he stood behind you, his breath felt in the crook of your neck, making you back up more into him, and it was obvious that he had a hard on, making you smile to yourself. You loved how tightly you had him wrapped around your finger. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, okay?” you finally said, trying your best to talk over the music streaming through the large speakers. 

Colson was close to coming with you, not wanting to lose the contact that he had an insatitable craving for. But instead, all he did was nod his head, which he mentally kicked himself for. 

You smiled, sinking away in the stuffed crowd of people, Colson keeping his eyes on you until you were out of sight. 

As you walked up to the bar, you ordered a Sex On the Beach, leaning over the counter as you waited. 

“You here alone?” a voice brushed up closely to your right ear as you whipped around in shock, frightened; it was a voice you had never heard before. 

Your thoughts scrambled to find a response that would make him leave you alone, the vibes he gave you were totally off, and you wanted nothing to do with him as his eyes raked up and down your body.

“Uh, yeah, I have a boyfriend.” you responded confidently, trying not to seem scared, even though you were terrified.

He suddenly grabbed your wrist making you yelp out, trying to get away as he struggled to get away. Out of self-defence, you held up your hand, giving him a harsh and brutal slap to his face, almost loud enough for people to hear over the speakers.

“You fucking slut!” he yelled, pushing you to the ground making you hit your head... hard.

It was honestly a fuzzy blur what happened next, your vision hazy as you tried to make sense of what was happening. You saw two blurry figures make their way quickly towards you, one of them holding you up, shaking you a little. The other hazy form proceeded to kick the shit out of the guy that caused all this, your confused mind trying to make sense of all of this.

You were then stood up and walked out the front door. When your vision was finally coming to, you were face to face with Dominic, who had a severely concerned look etched onto his face.

“Wh-What the fuck,” you mumbled.

“My thoughts exactly, what the fook happened?” Dominic’s voice was almost frantic with worry.

“I dunno... where’s Colson??” you asked, noticing that the tall blond was absent from your view.

“Currently beating the shit out of the guy that shoved you. Did he hurt you anywhere else?” he asked, touching your head lightly to see where your head hit the solid floor.

“No, he just scared me, that’s all,” that’s all you muttered, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach as you recalled the events leading up to your head injury.

“Come ‘ere,” he hummed, pulling you into a tight hug, happy that you were okay.

“You have to admit, that was a pretty good hit though,” you laughed into the side of his neck, his arms squeezing gently, pulling your small frame closer to his.

“I only saw the half of it. I’m proud of ya, love, you really handled yourself in there,” he smiled, resting his chin on the top of your head, smiling contently.

The door to the club suddenly burst open, a bloody Kells coming into view, his eyes frantically looking around for you. Once he caught sight of both you and Dom, he rushed over, hugging the both of you.

“Jesus fuck, are you okay, [ y / n ]??” he question, looking at your head to see a bruise forming from where it was struck.

You nodded, wondering how many times the two boys would be asking you that. It felt nice, having your two best friends check on you like this. Of course it was no surprise that they would make sure you were okay, but they went out of their way to protect you, Dom for emotional support and Colson for physical protection, beating the fuck out of a perv was probably one of the nicest things someone had done for you, and for that, you were grateful.

“We should head to your place, Cols.” Dom spoke up, Colson giving a quick and steady nod.

*****

As you reached Colson’s house, you were exhausted, but mostly trying to get over the throbbing headache making its assault on your brain. You collapsed on the couch, leaning all the way back, trying your best to relax, your head thrown back against the back cushion of the piece of furniture, letting out a deep exhale.

Little did you know that the two boys watched the unintentionally erotic actions, the two of them awkwardly shuffling to the kitchen trying to hide their obvious hard-ons.

You heard them from the living room, whisper yelling at each other, as you tried to make out what they were actually saying. Soon enough, they came back to the living room.

“Hey, I was thinking that all of us could chill upstairs and watch a movie or something, if that’s okay with you,” Colson spoke up, and you had to say, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

Watching movies with Dom and Colson was fun, because you were basically movie commentators. And you had gained many inside jokes from movie nights, so needless to say, you were down for it.

“Yeah, but what about this,” you motioned to your body that was still displaying your short black club dress, your heels already kicked off and on the floor.

“You can use one of my hoodies,” Colson suggested.

“Pants?”

“Who needs pants, we’re your best friends, [ y / n ], we don’t care.” Colson objected, trying everything in his power to see you in an outfit that he had only dreamed about... you in his sweatshirt, with nothing but your panties on underneath? The thought made him almost drool.

“Come on, love, what’s the worst that could happen?” Dom chirped.

*****

“Yo, [ y / n ], you almost done in there?!” Colson yelled out to you in his bathroom, the two other boys already comfortable in Colson’s king sized bed, the TV displaying Netflix.

You just looked at yourself in the mirror. You were about to walk out in this? It’s not like the sweatshirt was the problem, the damn thing went nearly down to your lower thigh. It was the fact that you were pants-less. Colson did have a point, they were your best friends, and they truly wouldn’t care, but something in the back of your head told you that there was a part of them that did care, and not in an innocent way.

“Yeah, coming!” you called out, fixing your hair best you could before stepping out.

As you opened the door, you watched at the two boys looked your way, the reactions priceless. Dominic loved how sweet and innocent you looked, the sweater reaching over your hands was the cutest thing he had ever seen. And Colson felt a swell of pride in his chest, knowing that the girl he was falling for was wearing his sweatshirt almost like a trophy.

“Come on, then,” Dom patted the open space between him and Colson, a bright smile on his face.

You smiled in return, jumping into bed and snuggling under the covers quickly, pulling them up. Dominic couldn’t hide the hearts in his eyes as he snaked his hand around your waist and Colson’s hand gently finding your own.

The movie went on, and the three of you were more quiet than usual. Even though the movie in front of you on the screen was one of the stupidest movies you had ever seen. Nothing would make any of you crack.

After almost an hour of deafening silence, you finally spoke, “ Thank you guys...,” you muttered, your voice barely higher than a whisper.

The two turned to you and they smiled, “Of course,” Colson said, his hand squeezing yours.

“Anytime, m’love.” Dom agreed.

You then took notice how the boys had now moved closer to you, the space between the three of you closing in. And almost like a dream, the two of them let their hands roam. But you didn’t stop them. You didn’t want to.

“Wh-What are you-”

“Shh, just let us make you feel good, princess,” Colson muttered against you as you felt him lick the shell of your ear, Dom’s hands shifting up and down your waist, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. 

Considering what happens only a few hours ago, a normal person would push them away, it was almost common sense. But they weren’t the perv at the bar, they were people you trusted. And you trusted them with everything. 

You let Colson’s hands found their way under the sweatshirt, while Dom’s hands found their way to your thighs, squeezing and prodding. And usually what would be self consciousness, you felt it melt away as he muttered praise, your body confidence raising with every admiring comment. 

Colson’s hand found it’s way to your breasts, kneading and rubbing his thumb over the pebbled nipples, making you let out a small whimper of want. You wanted so much more. 

“Such a needy lil thing, aren’t ya, [ y / n ]?” Dom whispered, his hand taking the hem of your underwear and pulling it down slowly, your legs seemingly had a mind of their own as they moved to accommodate his actions. 

Dom’s fingers gently drifted up your thighs, than to your slit, grazing your clit as you whined. Colson’s hands were now all the way up your shirt. 

“No bra, huh?” Colson smirked, tweaking your nipple as you let out a sigh, your eyes meeting his, “You wanted this, didn’t you?” 

“You wanted both of us?” Dom pressed, the pads of his digits now pressing harshly against your clit, making you whine out, making your head throw back. 

Colson took this opportunity to attack your neck with needy, wet kisses. You hand went up to his hair, your fingers pulling gently against his hair, as his tongue licked a strip up your throat. 

You let out a full on moan at the erotic action, and the two boys couldn’t lie, they were taken back by it. But shock soon turned into want as you watched Dom shift, pulling your legs open, his form going between your thighs. 

“You like it dirty, huh princess?” Colson continued to whisper dark nothings into your neck, “I never took you as a kinky girl... do you wanna be our good girl? At least for to night?”

You nodded your head, “Yes.”

“Yes what, baby?” he lifted his hands up, his fingers gently covering your neck. 

“Yes, daddy, I want to be your good girl,” you sighed, and your body soon relaxed as his lips met yours. 

Meanwhile, Dom was staring at your pussy. This was something that he had been picturing for weeks. He touched himself to the possiblities of what it was look like. But now that he was face to face with it, he could feel the painful strain his pants had on his shaft. 

“Gotta stretch you out, love, are you alright with that?” he asked. 

“Yes, daddy...,” you muttered out. 

“Daddy, huh?” realizing that he was zoned out while you had your exchange with Colson. He had been called many things. Maybe even Master. But daddy was a change of pace, and he thought he would try it on for size. 

Dom looked at you face the entire time as you felt his finger sink deep into your core. You let out loud moans. You wanted this more than anything. He then leaned down, never shifting his eyes away from your face as you threw your head back, letting out moans when his tongue finally made contact with your clit. It was heaven, and he obviously knew what he was doing. 

Colson messed with your breasts. But soon he became irritated by the fabric covering your upper half. He stripped you of his sweatshirt, and his lips went directly to your breasts. 

You were in nirvana as the two boys ravished your body. The coil inside of you began to tighten, and you knew it would snap if Dom kept hitting you just right and harshly sucking your clit. 

“Daddy! F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” desperate for release, you held onto his hair. 

“Let go, baby, we have you,” Colson muttered against your temple before giving a sweet kiss to the area. Almost out of instinct, you took one of your hands away from Dom’s hair and intertwined it with Colson’s large hands. 

You suddenly felt your orgasm crash over you violently like a tidal wave, your core clenching Dom’s fingers like a fist, your legs shaking, Dom’s hands holding them still as he licked you clean, helping you ride out your high. 

Colson suddenly reached his free hand down to your sensitive pussy and swiped his fingers along your slit, gathering your cum on his fingers as he brought it up to his mouth, sucking on them.

“Fuck, darlin’, you taste amazing...,” Dom cut in, licking his lips that were once coated in your essence. 

Dom ripped your small hand away from his hair, pressing a soft kiss to your wrist, peppering it with affection. 

“If you two don’t get undressed soon, I might flip out,” you enquired, almost too excited to see the fully exposed bodies of the forms you had been fantasizing about ever since you found out you had feelings for them. 

They obliged but they made sure that that was the only demand you were making that night. once they were fully nude, you almost felt like drooling, the both of them bigger than you had pictured them.

And now you could see how many tattoos Colson actually had.

You watched as the two got nearer, both of them closing in around you. You felt like you were going to burst, wanting them both so badly. 

Dom immediately went to your side, Colson taking position at the foot of the bed, his eyes trained on you as he gave a few swift pumps to his shaft. Dominic kissed you passionately, his tongue running over your bottom lip. 

Colson soon got on top of you, the feeling of his cock dragging right over your pussy making you moan out silently. 

“Ready, princess?” he growled, his head going to the side of your neck. 

You nodded. 

“Now, come on love, use your words darlin’,” Dom tisked, his hand running over your breast. 

“Yes, Daddy.” you muttered, Colson’s lips meeting yours as he began to slowly sink into you, your hand clutching Dom’s as you tried to adjust. 

“Fuck, princess, so fucking tight, aren’t you, huh?” Colson groaned against the skin of your neck. 

“Does it feel good, love?” Dom asked, wanting to hear you tell him everything you were feeling. He, in fact, had a slight voyeurism kink. 

“It feels so good, daddy, fuck he’s stretching me out so fucking good,” you cursed rapidly as Colson started to move, his hips slamming into yours harshly, giving you somewhat little time to adjust. 

You let out loud moans of pleasure, Dom taking your breasts and putting them in your mouth, wanting nothing more than to give you as much pleasure as he could. You loved the feeling of his tongue rolling over your pebbled nipples, the heat radiating off the two boys highly erotic, making you only want them more. 

“F-Faster daddy,” you muttered, your hand reaching up to his hair, his other hand now on his back, scratching it up as you felt Colson’s groan let out vibrations that made you whine. 

“Anything for you, princess,” he groaned, his hips soon slamming against yours, fucking you hard, fast, and raw. It was amazing, and nothing like you had ever had before. It was thrilling. 

You watched as Dom continued to lick your nipples. But you felt bad. Colson was getting his pleasure. And you decided Dom did too. You took your hand that was on Colson’s back, and taking his cock in your hands, giving it a squeeze as you watched his reaction. It almost made you cum right then and there. 

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” he grunted, your hand now moving up and down quickly, your thumb occasionally brushing over a throbbing vein. 

Colson violently fucked you, his shaft appearing and disappearing in your folds. It felt amazing as you felt two pair of hands ravaging your body like they were. Dom’s hand was now between your legs, pinching you clit, making you clench. 

The feeling of euphoria came closer and closer as you began to tense up. 

“You gonna cum, baby?” Colson hissed against your skin. 

“Yes, daddy, please let me cum! I’ve earned it...,” you pleaded, wanting nothing more than to let go, but not without they’re say so. 

“Hold on just as little while longer, love, I want us all to cum together,” Dom sighed, his hand now rubbing quicker. 

But you couldn’t. You were so close, so selfish, you wanted to cum. So bad. 

And you did. And it felt so fucking good, your legs shaking, your core tensing, and your grip on Dom’s cock tightening. 

It started a chain reaction, Colson’s hips stuttering as he felt you clench, his cum shooting into you, Dom cumming right after you. 

You all road out your highs. But after all of you were down to earth, they each gave you deadly glares of disappointment. You had a look of guilt etched on your face. 

“And you were doin’ so good,” Dom muttered, getting up and standing at the foot of the bed, Colson doing the same thing. 

“Get the rope.” Colson gave you a dangerous look.

You fucked up. 

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Sister Complex

Bakugou x Step Sister!Reader

Warnings: s m u t, dubcon, pseudo-incest(they’re not biologically related because I’m a coward), uhhh tickling?

A/N: It’s been a minute since I’ve written something spicy for Baku-bb. Idk why it’s a hard for me to do this for one of my favorite characters lolol. I had to make things a little fucky because I’m me, but I have no shame. At least it’s not another yandere piece?? Here’s some nasty trash. the spicy bits are short, but they’re there, and uhhh everyone is 18+, obviously.

Bakugou would have had an easy morning—He’d woken up early and had been able to rest his eyes and daydream for a bit—stretch out, relax, take it easy. He could’ve fallen back asleep and dreamt for maybe forty minutes more, too. It would’ve been nice, if it hadn’t been for those damn kneecaps digging into his hips. 

“Katsukiii!” You crooned, poking at his sides through his bed’s comforters. Bakugou felt you ease your weight farther up his abdomen. At most, it was bothersome, but nothing compared the heat burning off of his cheeks that was trapped in with him under the covers. He was suffocating, not only from needing to gulp some of the cool, morning air, but your breasts that were undeniably pressed up against his chest were far too much for him to handle. Soft and squishy. He had half a mind to grab a hold of them, to teach you a lesson about respecting the let your big brother sleep in rule, just to see you make the fucking adorable embarrassed face you made whenever he teased you. He could have. It wasn’t like you were strong enough to fight him off of you. However, when you started sharing the bed, unaware of how your pelvis was grinding against his pulsing morning-wood, he decided to let you go at it for as long as he could take it. 

“Katsuki, please wake up,” you whined again, pulling against the sheets Bakugou had a vice grip on. “I’m booored.” 

You gave him a little jump and Bakugou couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to slip inside of you. It wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t the one prancing around the house in those tight shorts that hugged that pert little ass for yours so perfectly. Hell, you were probably wearing them right now and all he’d have to do is slip them to the side…

Bakugou groaned at the thought, blowing his sleeping facade. “Why don’t you go on a jog? You’re heavy.” 

You let out an incredulous gasp, stealing the pillow out from under Bakugou’s head. “That’s so rude!!” You slammed your weapon down, once against his chest, and again onto his head. “You’re such an asshole!” 

Bakugou grabbed your wrist. 

“My darling little sister,” he growled out sarcastically, tightening his hold when he saw your eyes narrow. You hated being called little sister on the account that you were only a tiny bit younger and not biologically related to him. That hardly mattered; he’d call you just about anything to be able to see you blush like that. “Get the hell out of my room or you’re gonna regret this.” 

“Let go!” You tried yanking weakly out of Bakugou’s hold, but his grip was too sturdy, and it only led to him pulling you closer to him so your head was leveled with his. “Stop.” 

“You gonna beat it or what?” 

You huffed, the sweet scent of your freshly brushed teeth filling Bakugou’s head. He wanted to taste you.

“No,” you said, pouting. “You’re going to sleep the whole day away. Mom and dad are gone and I was gonna make breakfast for you and me.” 

“I can eat when I’m ready.” 

“Aw, come onnn. Don’t be like that!” Still locked in his hold, you pushed your breasts against him. With that low-cut shirt you were wearing, Bakugou saw your perfect tits push up against his chest, plush and round, beautifully formed, and practically begging to be groped. He hoped you didn’t do that to any other man; nobody would have the same restraint he’d managed to retain. 

Or so he thought. But then you had to make a face. You had to make that adorable fucking face and then you had to whisper so sickenly sweet, albeit teasingly, “oniii-san,” on top of that. 

Bakugou sneered. This was the last straw. 

In one swift movement, Bakugou had you flipped over and pinned against the bed. He took you in—your curvy body flushed and helpless underneath him and on his bed drove him mad. Your shirt was hiked up just enough from his to see your belly button, your bare thighs on either side of his knees. You weren’t wearing a bra, so Bakugou could see your hard nipples poking through the thin material of your tee. You might’ve been a brat, but you were the cutest fucking brat he’d ever seen. 

“I warned you to leave, but you didn’t listen,” Bakugou’s husky morning voice brought goosebumps to your arms. Good. “So now you’re gonna have to suffer the consequences.” 

Before you could object, Bakugou’s hands flew to your ribcage and he began tickling you. You screamed and squirmed and tried to kick your legs out, but Bakugou kept you at bay by sitting back on your legs. Soon your squeals became wails… or maybe—maybe moans… and Bakugou ached for you. 

“Okay!!!” You cried, your chest jetting in and out rapidly. “Stop! Please, please, ahhhhah, I can’t take it anymore!!!!” 

Bakugou grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them to the bed above your head. You panted underneath him, your hair a mess. You had to know how you appeared to him with your eyes lidded like they were, your lips parted so subtly, so invitingly, all just for him. 

“Had enough?” Bakugou croaked, his restraint crumbling. You pouted your beautiful lips and nodded once. He scoffed. He wasn’t done. “I don’t think you have…” 

Bakugou leaned down so his lips were a hair away from your ear. He could smell your hair; the aromatic, buttery fragrant seemed to make you even more of the treat he longed to taste. He whispered, gruffly, “call me oni-san again.” 

“Um, Katsuki-“ you started and stopped, your breath wavering. Your voice made him pulsate against your thigh. After a moment, he realized you were craning your neck, trying to look down. Bakugou’s words caught in his throat. 

You laughed. “Wow, oni-san, I didn’t realize how much of a pervert you were!” 

“Shut up,” he hissed, not daring to move away—not when he was so close to you.

“My mom’s gonna love this. She might even leave your dad after I tell her that you have some sort of sick sister complex.” 

“You were the one moaning,” Bakugou rasped. “‘m sure she’ll love hearing how much her perfect princess loves having her big brother’s hands all over her.”

“I was not-!”

“No?” Bakugou prompted with a smirk against your neck. Then he took the initiative. He dragged his tongue across your soft, shuddering flesh, trailing a line up to your ear. 

“H-hey,” you whimpered, bringing your hands to his arms right below his shoulders. You pushed, but not enough to tell Bakugou that you really wanted him to let off. At this, he decided to bring his hand to your soft tummy and push it up and under your shirt so he could palm your breast, twisting your nipples harshly between his fingers. They were incredible—you felt incredible, and Bakugou hungered for more. 

“Kat-“ you breathed, your hips bucking up and against him. Bakugou grinded against you, the friction between his light pajama pants and your center setting his nerve endings aflame. “Ahhh, Katsuki…”

Bakugou’s body went hot at hearing his name fall from your lips in such a sensuous way. He snickered and growled, “now, who’s the pervert?” before biting down on the softest part of your neck. 

“O-oh, fuck,” you moaned, your voice cracking. You sunk your fingers into the back of Bakugou’s head and, for a moment, he thought you were going to try to pull him away from you. Instead, your nails tightened and untightened, giving him a nice little head massage. If anything you were pulling him further into you. You were enjoying this. 

A groan from Bakugou while he sucked harshly at your neck had your body shaking for him. You mewled while Bakugou’s hand traveled from your tummy down to your panties. The pads of his fingers rubbed around the damp mess at your core. You were already so wet for him. He could laugh. You weren’t the perfect little princess you pretended to be. 

Bakugou pulled away to admire the dark galaxy spot at the side of your neck he’d left. He wiped at his wet mouth and watched your brows knit together lightly, your cheeks dark with bewilderment. Seeing you torn apart like this was pure gold, which made him want to see just how far he could take this. 

“What a foul mouth you’ve got there, little sister.” Bakugou’s arm snaked around your waist, the fingers in your panties still toying with your pussy. “It’s only a good big brother’s job to clean it out for ya.” 

Forceful lips crushed against yours. You only resisted a little before Bakugou had your mouth parting for him. His tongue melted into yours and goddamn were you so sweet… hot... good—perfectly made for him to taste… to take. 

Bakugou kissed you. He touched you. He felt your heart pound against his chest while the two of you clambered to see who could kiss the other harder, and for a moment, he let himself forget that this was wrong—that this could get the both of you in deep trouble. And when he realized that, he didn’t give a shit. 

When Bakugou pulled away and both of his hands went to the waistband of your briefs, he looked you in the eyes and said, “you’re not gonna say a word.”

“Ngh-“

“-Cuz if you do, then everyone’s gonna know that you like to come into my room with nothin’ but a shirt and your panties. I’ll tell everyone that you like to moan when your oni-san marks your pretty little neck.” 

“You’re not serious!” You barked. Still you weren’t making any move to swat Bakugou’s hands away. 

“No?” Bakugou peeled your panties away. Your cunt blushed under his fierce, hungry gaze—he would’ve teased you for it, but at the moment, he couldn’t think about anything but fucking you.

Bakugou pulled his greedy cock out and gave you a fiery grin. Were you really not gonna stop him? You weren’t gonna offer him a peep of protest? He lined himself up with you, the reddened tip of his cock leaking pre-cum against your slicked up slit. 

“Katsuki, wait-!” 

Bakugou glared, daring you to say another word. He could already feel you palpitating against him. You wanted this, and he could tell; you just didn’t know how to say it. 

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna,” he said, “you’re sopping wet. It’d be a fucking crime not to take care of you myself. You’d be beggin’ to have me if the circumstances were any different anyways.”

“You’re such an arrogant little-!” 

Bakugou sunk into you before you could finish that sentence. Instead, your words were lost to a long, drawn-out moan; one that you probably tried to keep to yourself since he started touching you. 

He eased in and out of you, slowly memorizing all the soft ridges of your creamy pussy. Bakugou didn’t know when the next time he’d be able to claim such an excellent opportunity, so he had to savor you. You sighed for him and he wished that he had some sort of recorder so he could memorize those, too. He’d originally thought that your angelic facade was annoying, but with the way you looked right now—the way you sounded even, he couldn’t help but think about how perfect his little sister was. It pissed him off. 

“Do you know how nasty you are for letting me do this?” Bakugou huffed, his fingers digging into either side of your waist. “Not only are you a pervert, but you’re a fucking slut, too. Is that right?” 

You swallowed a moan and wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s neck as he dipped himself deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. “Tssss-” you tried sounding passive, but even your scoff was uneasy. Hot. “No…”

“Huh?” Bakugou cracked a grin. “So you’re saying you’re only like this with me then. That’s good at least.” 

Bakugou kissed you, tasting your unspoken desire. He rolled his tongue around yours and you mewled into his mouth, humming as Bakugou brushed his long fingers through your hair. You gasped when he made a fist; the sudden noise made him snap his hips against you. He watched your face contort into the cutest, lustful expression, and Bakugou completely lost it.

Each thrust was assertive—an undeniable display of his dominance. Bakugou’s throbbing cock grooving against your plushy walls was more or less his way of following through with his promise that you were going to pay for bothering him this morning. By the look of your face falling apart before his eyes, that glistening sparkle of a renegade tear on your cheek, the beautiful wobble of your lips, you were sure to know not to test him again unless you wanted to suffer these same consequences. 

“Hah~ god…” You clenched around him after a particularly rough thrust, your face pulling into a cute scowl. 

“Whatsamatter, princess?” Bakugou’s index finger ran down your cheek to your chin. He centered your gaze directly on him. “Your big brother too much for you to handle?” 

“I just think it’s funny— ahhh~!” You bristled when Bakugou began dropping his hips to put a better hit on you. You grasped at the sheets and bit your lips, looking like you had to concentrate to continue what you were saying. “You’re—hhhah~ always muttering my name at night—looks like I know—ah-ah-hah, why~!” 

Bakugou didn’t miss a beat. Instead, his hand wrapped around your neck and he picked up the face, drilling you so intensely that your mouth lulled open to allow pretty, pathetic squeaks to tear out of your throat. 

“It’s good to know you like to listen,” he asserted in a strained voice. You were too cute with your face flushed like it was and fucking hell did you feel good squeezing around his cock. Bakugou knew he wasn't gonna last much longer, but by the way you kept fluttering around him, he knew you were teetering on the edge of release, too. “Next time you should try knockin’ on my door. You know you’d like to see what would happen.”

“Oh, please,” you countered, but it was too late for you. Your mouth fell open as Bakugou began hammering into you, hitting you hard and well enough to have you yipping like a little bitch for him. He’d always wished for this—for you, his little sister, maybe not by blood, but by bond, dirtied up in his sheets. He thought he could never have you, and yet, here you were, taking him beautifully. It was better than he’d imagined all those countless times he’d peeped at you changing in your room or stepping out of the bath. He’d thought that you’d mock him if you ever found out, but no; you were just as fucked up as he was. 

Bakugou reached down and ran circles around your saturated nub, enjoying the sight of your body shivering underneath him. You mewled and moaned for him, squeezing your eyes shut murmuring his name. It was both everything and not enough. 

“Oh, what, princess?” 

“Oh, please, oh please, please, god, oh my god, oni-san.” Your body started convulsing wildly. Bakugou had to grab a hold of your hips to keep his pace steady as he finished his last bout. Your nails clutched and dug into his arms as he felt his rouged relief build up and jet out, hot and heavy into your quaking cunt. 

Bakugou grunted when he pulled out, still pulsing from what you’d done to him. He watched you spill out white, hot seed onto the mattress before he fell on top of you, his forehead pressed to yours. He kissed your sweaty hairline, down the bridge of your nose, and landed on your lips. You kissed him back, albeit languidly, tuckered out from the good fucking your big brother gave you. 

Bakugou chuckled and rolled back into his bed, pulling your body so you were snug up against his bare, sweaty body. The two of you drifted off into a contented sleep. He was grateful that he got his extra forty minutes of rest, but when he woke up his stomach growled. 

“Shit.” Bakugou slithered around your sleeping body, trying harder than he usually would have not to wake you, only to have you grab his hand when he got out of bed. Such a fucking cutie. “Whaddya want?” 

“I… was going to make us breakfast,” you said bashfully, probably mulling over what the two of you had just done. 

“Nah, stay in bed. I’ll whip somethin’ up.” Bakugou brought your hand to his lips and gave it a light kiss. “You’re shit at cooking anyways. Just let your oni-san take care of everything.” 

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yellow roses

⤳ blurb: lee felix and his seven friends are chosen to go to america and attend a private high school. with only three able to speak english fluently, they get assigned another student to help them navigate american high school. they quickly come to realize that the sweet girl who speaks korean is much more than who she shows during school hours.

⤳ pairing: lee felix + willow arroyo ⤳ genre: romance, coming of age, drama, fluff, eventual smut, very angsty ⤳ warnings: chan being super sweet, cursing, mentions of bullying, not much to worry about this chapter ⤳ word count: a little over 3.1k 

"Can you turn that music down, please?"

Ronnie tapped her shoulder softly, which surprised the young girl. Swiveling around and yanking a headphone out of her ear, she crinkled her eyebrows at the balding man. "Sorry?"

"Can you turn it down? It's so loud I can hear it," her manager stared at her with blank eyes, and she nodded gently. Pulling her left hand from the swamp of dishes and dirty water, she dried her hand on her apron, and clicking the volume button to a lower setting. "I get it, Winnie. It's not the greatest job in the world, and you wanna listen to music and your grumpy manager is being an ass," she let out a soft chuckle at his words.

"I'm sorry, Ron. I don't mean to be an ass, I'm just exhausted."

"It's alright, I get it. I worked like you did when I was your age, and I know how much it sucked. It was just better for me because I got paid double what you do," he smiled softly, clapping his hands together.

"Minimum wage is no laughing matter, Ronnie. I eat one-fifth of a lemon bar for lunch everyday," she eyed him fake angrily, and his eyes softened. "Really?"

"No, what the hell," she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. "Usually it's a bagel or something,"

"Okay," he sighed softly, taking his cap off and running his hands through his hair. "If you wanna close up a bit earlier, I can come in at five instead of seven,"

Her hands halted as she scrubbed a plate, and she smiled gently. "No, it's okay," she finished washing the last dish, and set it on the drying rack. "You have Eliot now, and I'm sure Olivia isn't getting much sleep without you home during the night, so go home, and take care of your son,"

She melted at the thought of his newborn son, and how beautiful he is. She wasn't extremely good with children, but babies made her absolutely swoon. She also knew how hard newborns were to deal with, and having Ron not home to help probably made things hell for his wife, Olivia.

"You sure?"

One solid nod and a tired grin sent Ronnie on his way home, knowing he would recieve a full night's sleep. Despite the intense amount of work, she loved the diner. It was always warm, she always had at least one plate of food if she needed it, and Ronnie cut her a lot of slack.

She dried her hands off on her apron once more, and headed to the front of the restaurant near the island of stools. It was past midnight now, and occasionally there were some older customers who came in drunk, or just got off work. It seemed to be a quiet night, so she figured it wouldn't be too bad if she took a quick pee break.

On the other end of the diner were the restrooms, and she scrambled over there. Her footsteps and the dark shadows in the bathrooms often creeped her out, she went in, did her business, and left. Once she opened the door, she spotted two bewildered teenage boys at the front door, looking around with wide eyes.

"Hey, are you guys open? I saw it said twenty-four hours but—"

He had an Australian accent, and it made Willow purr on the inside. "Yes! Yes we are, I'm sorry," she sighed in embarassment, and rushed to the front of the diner. Her boots, which usually help her feet with the consistent standing, are now a nuisance as she stumbles across the floor.

"Oh no worries, we know it's kind of late,"

As Willow stumbled next to the boy, who she now saw another boy standing next to him with red cheeks. His accent was beautiful, she thought. He was also inhumanely good looking. The one who'd spoken to her had darker brown hair, on the wavier side. He had a larger nose, and his lips were quite full. He was beautiful.

The other one stood silent, and Willow smiled and held menus. "Booth or do you wanna sit at the island?"

"Uh, booth please," the brunette spoke up once more, and she silently led them to a booth that was clean and somewhat in the middle of the restaurant. Gentle background music filled the silence, and all that was heard was soft scuffling as the two boys followed the only girl working.

She sat them down, and the other blonde boy smiled sheepishly. "Here are your menus, can I get you something to drink first?"

"Can I get a coke, please?"

That time, it was the boy who'd she never heard speak. His voice was deeper, almost curiously soft.  The brunette spoke once more, "Do you have tea?"

"Of course, sir. Unsweetened or sweetened?"

"Oh, sweetened please," he nodded thoughtfully, smiling. "I will be right back with your drinks, take a look over the menu and you can let me know what you want at your earliest convenience," Willow smiled genuinely, and she bowed slightly. She didn't even mean to, she just felt odd alone, at midnight, with two teenage boys in her diner.

"She called you sir, Chan," the blonde boy whispered to the one opposite him, this Chan character. "She's really nice, we have to leave a good tip," Chan responded, and that's all Willow managed to hear before she started making their drinks.

The next hour or so dragged on, with Chan, Willow, and the other figure, whom she'd learn is Felix, and her coming back and forth to collect orders, serve seconds, cook said seconds, and giving refills. Each time, Chan would apologize for inconveniencing her as if it wasn't her job, and she would smile softly. She could tell that he would never be rude to fast food workers or people just intending to do their job.

Usually, there would be a chef, or at least someone who can cook, and at least one other person working. The past few weeks had been Willow mostly by herself, picking up extra shifts, and as long as it wasn't busy, she could manage cooking and waittressing. She got paid double time, and she picked up overtime on days where Ron did not want to come in early. He also didn't want to burden Helena, one of his other over-nighters, who'd just gotten back on her feet after a house fire.

She wasn't a bad cook, and she was quick on her feet. She could hold down her own, and Ronnie knew that. Hence he trusted her with his entire diner, on most nights, and to hold the fort down. She would now easily bring home paychecks over a grand, with taxes taken out every week. As her two very cute customers continued eating their seconds, she scribbled messily on her notepad on the counter.

She stood on the inside of the island counter, and was counting expenses. She had a lot of shit to worry about, bills included. Gas, electric, dog food, groceries. She could take maybe three hundred dollars off her bill fund thanks to her mother, but it still didn't help in the scheme of things.

Frustrated, she scribbled out her list. She had to worry about this later, there was no need to worry before she got her paycheck. Her eyes felt heavy, and she tried to rub the sleepiness from them. She had at least five more hours before she could even think about leaving, and she still had to clean this place from top to bottom.

"Do you think we could get the check, please?"

Chan's timid voice broke her from her daze, and her face reddened in embarassment. She had forgotten they were here. Setting her pen down hastily, she shuffled over to grab the printed out receipt, and held it tightly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to zone off like that," she set the check down, and took notice of their neatly stacked plates with silverware crossed on top. Her cleanup would be very easy, and she absolutely loved when she had customers like this. "Oh, no worries," Chan smiled and eyed the check. "Is it okay if I take these?"

Pointing towards the stack of plates, the other boy, Felix, quickly grabbed them and handed them to her. Underneath the plates, their fingers touched briefly. A sheepish smile followed from both, and she quickly scurried to put the plates in the dishwasher. All she had to do was get them checked out, clean the three plates, clean the milkshake cups, the soda cups, and sweep. Some general maintenance, and if nobody else came in, she was in for a decent night.

"Hey, you didn't charge us for the milkshakes," Chan mentioned softly, slight accusatory tone. "They're on the house," Willow smiled back from the bar island, and Chan cocked his head in confusion, "if that's okay,"

"That's really kind, thank you," once again, a gentle, dimple-filled smile from Chan, and a sheepish, red-cheeked one from Felix. She wished to hear the blonde boy speak again, his voice so rich, so deep. He seemed sweet.

Her first thought was that they were boyfriends. It angered her, but only in a way that two of the cutest guys she'd possibly ever seen were together. It was adorable, to say the least. Little did she know, they were definitely not together.

Willow came to collect the money, and Felix stared up at her. "Are you from around here?"

Her eyes widened, and her mind went blank. That was usually how someone asked if she would be missed had she been kidnapped. "That sounded really creepy, I'm sorry," he clarified, and she loosened her shoulders a bit, "We are new to town, and we don't know where Glarien Avenue is. We just moved in, and can't find our way back. The GPS says the street doesn't exist," he finished quickly, and she nodded gently, deciding on whether or not to tell him.

"Oh, uh," she bit her lip, "the street got a new sign on accident, and the GPS or whatever national database that programs the information never got updated, I guess. If you pull out of here, take a left and go forward like three-ish blocks. There's gonna be a bright yellow house, and once you see that turn right, and then take a sharp right again and if you just keep going down you should see Glarien. If you get lost, just come back,"

It took only five minutes for the two Australian boys to clear out, and for Willow to finally take a breath. As she took care of all of the dishes, she went for the check last. Their total was somewhat cheap, twenty-three dollars, for two full meals, two sodas, a sweet tea, and extra sides of fries.

As she counted out the money, she was thoroughly confused. There were two twenties, and two fives. There was fifty dollars here, and their meal was less than thirty. On the check was a small note.

Really good food, really good service. We hope you have an amazing night, and whatever is left after our tab is paid is yours. Thank you!

An exasperated sigh left her mouth, and she sat in the booth where the two boys sat. Staring at the money in front of her, her chest felt heavy. All of her emotions poured out, and the thought that a strangers kindness' brought her to tears was shameful yet elating. That would be three less hours she would have to work, three more hours of sleep, or soccer practice, or studying. More time to not stress over bills.

She sat there for a few minutes, breathing in and out, as deep as she could. Wiping her face of any tear remnants, she stood up, collecting the money in hand. As she eyed the clock, she sighed inwardly. It was only 2 AM.

A little less than five hours later, she was walking into the doors of LaPrine High School, with at least two hundred other students. For seven in the morning, teenagers were pretty damn annoying. Squeals and loud murmurs was everything that she could hear, and it made her turn her headphones up louder.

For a private school full of snobby inbreds, there were some okay kids there. Most of them were the scholarship kids, who'd had their fares paid for, like Willow. If someone found out that you were a scholar student, you'd immediately be laughed at and taunted. She managed to keep hers a secret, though. She excelled, and she made sure to throw in an occasional snicker when needed to prove she was just one among the bunch.

She wasn't popular by any means, but everyone knew her. She was a suck up, that was for sure. Every teacher liked her, her grades were impeccable, and she was an all-star soccer player. She managed to have better stats than Ian Rewns, the past all star soccer legend, and he wasn't even a midfielder.

She also was known to stay pretty quiet, and to herself socially. She had a few casual friends, some classmates she talked to, but nobody really close. She was okay with that, she was pretty busy anyways. She had school from eight in the morning to three, then soccer practice from four to six-thirty, and if there wasn't a game, she'd go home around seven, and at eleven she would go work the graveyard shift at the diner. On average, she'd get four to five hours of sleep. Friends, or a social life, just take away from that time.

As she stopped at her locker to pull out her textbooks, she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Ms. Arroyo," it was her principal, Mrs. Samson. "Can you come with me, please?"

It was only two weeks into the school year, so there wasn't much she could get in trouble for. Maybe it was to rearrange her classes? No, every class she had was only alotted for that specific hour, there was no way. Her tuition? God, she hoped not.

"How are your classes so far?" as they rounded the office hallway, Mrs. Samson was making casual conversation. The clicking of her heels intimidated Willow a bit, but she'd known her for over a year. She wasn't as scary as everyone made her out to be. "They're good, I just finally settled in,"

"I know this year seems like it may be hard, but by the looks of your GPA next year, I think you'll be satisfied with it." Praise made Willow purr like a kitten, and her entire body tingled at the realization that this probably wasn't bad.

"Me too," she replied softly, and Mrs. Samson held the door to her office open for her, and they stepped in. Her office was tidy, shades of light blue and gray, and was a little too cold for Willow's liking. "Come and take a seat, hun,"

Unsure still, she took a seat. Her back didn't touch the seat, her anxiety from not knowing why she was there overtaking her comfortability. "You're not in trouble, don't worry," the older woman smiled at her as she took her own seat opposite her desk.

"So, I know you are a busy girl," she looked at her with eyes of compassion, and a soft smile decorated her face. "I have a proposition for you," she continued.

"Do you happen to remember when you did student tours for the incoming freshman?" Her first year at LaPrine, she was allowed to do student tours as community service hours for NHS. She was actually so good at it, and the organization of it, that she got to do it again this summer, and handled it all by herself without any staff. It was pulled off effortlessly.

"Of course, this year too," Willow nodded in agreement, and she waited for the woman to continue. "Well, if you agree to help me for a while this year, I will make sure all of your community hours are taken care of, and anything else you need help with will be considered done,"

Willow wanted her to get to the point.

"What is it?"

"Remember on your National Honor Society resume, you said you're bilingual and speak more than just English? You weren't lying, right?"

Willow laughed so hard she nearly bust a lung, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "Mrs. Samson, my last name is Arroyo. But of course, I can speak more than just Spanish, though,"

"You listed Korean, correct?" she eyed a piece of paper, which was most likely her aforementioned resume.

"Yeah, I can speak it somewhat fluently, and I can read Hangul well, I sometimes have trouble writing it, though. I don't imagine I'll be writing Korean letters, will I?" Willow's Hangul was absolutely preposterous, any native Korean would agree.

"No, that's silly," The elder crossed her hands together, and leaned forward. "Starting tomorrow, we have eight foreign exchange students coming from Korea, and you are an exemplar student who also happens to speak said language. One is a native English speaker, and two others speak it fluently. The rest can manage only a conversation or two, so you can understand our worry. I'm sure it would be nice for them to have a friend as well,"

"For the rest of the year?"

"Yes, but I'm sure that they'll manage to speak more fluently as the year progresses," and Willow shook her head, "I'm not worried about the language, I just don't know how that would work,"

"How so?"

"Well, are they all girls? Are they boys? Is it a mix? And won't their classes be much different than mine?"

"They're all boys, ranging from sophomore to seniors, and they're super sweet. Very respectful boys, from what I hear. I promise you, I will make it worth it if you help me out, and at least be a friend and reliable student to these boys. And no, they will not all have the same classes as you, but it will probably be courses you have taken, save for the seniors."

"I will also put in a good word for you to Mr. Ramirez, and how that head position on the team should be an exemplar student and player," she mentioned the soccer coach, and Willow cringed inwardly. She hadn't spoke Korean, in full length sentences, in over a year. She could remember it, but she'd be rusty.

"Okay, but you owe me one. No, more like eight; you owe me eight, Mrs. Samson."

"Deal. Come in tomorrow early if you can, and you can give them the tour. I will be here as well, so if you want to meet me in the cafeteria, I will bring you coffee."

"I like my coffees with extra creamer and sugar."

"Done."

[yeocult]

ATEEZ as students studying

HONGJOONG:

king of self-care! but studies for 15 minutes then take a 2 hour break and calls it self-care (omg he thinks he’s me or smth)

has power naps every single day at least 30 mins because he’s Stressed

always thinking of ways to drop out during the middle of lectures

that one kid that talks to nobody & sits at the back of the class with his hood on to hide his airpods

doesn’t do it anymore bc one time it disconnected and “there’s some whores in this house” blasted out loud & now he’s paranoid

shows up to group studies but lets the group carry him,,, but he puts out One Really good idea to get his name on the paper

only cares about topics he’s interested in, other than that he’s just astral projecting

“yo can you send me your answers so i can compare mine?” but he copies it and says “we got the same answers” (all men do is lie</3)

calculates his marks; “ok so i need at least a 80 on this...oh wait no, a 95...damn okay...”

the type to arrives late with ice coffee

SEONGHWA:

wakes up at 5 am to study instead of staying up

scented candles and lofi music for the ~studying mood~

a linguistic learner

learns best by teaching others so he’ll do group studies often to help other people

teaches people without making them feel dumb

uses grammarly for his emails with 3 paragraphs asking 1 question with a proper greeting and a ‘sincerely, park seonghwa’

professor: ok - sent from iphone

you’ll never see him during exams week, he’s Gone

a loyal user of the outline method

his desk must be cleared at all times! a clean workspace makes it easier to focus

brings extra pencil just in case anyone needs them bc he’s the sweetest person ever (he’s fully aware that he’ll never get them back but it’s okay bc sharing is caring)

does his readings on time (you’ll never catch him slacking)

actually has his shit together for the most part 1/2

YUNHO:

writes “i love you” or “sorry” at the end of his tests (that he bombed)

the type to ask you to print “just one thing real quick” and it’s 15 page and at 2 am

uses emojis like :D & \(^o^)/ when sending emails to his professors

has a bad habit of copying word for word on the slide and he doesn’t actually understand/learn anything

goes to the library bc he thinks that’ll help him be in the ~studying vibe~

it doesn’t. ends up texting or watching youtube gameplay

has never heard of the colour-coding system in his entire life and ends up with a page filled with neon highlight

snacks breaks are the only thing keeping him Normal

leaves himself an encouraging note at the end of the reading page so when he’s finished he feels good !!

friends with all of the professors and uses all office hours

strongest points are his guessing skills in multiple-choice questions (process of elimination ftw!)

he tries his best, doesn’t care about marks that much because he knows it doesn’t determine him (and he’s right!)

YEOSANG:

probably runs a studyblr/gram

has the cutest note ever, his handwriting is so pretty!!

he thinks that buying an ipad pro & apple pencil will make him smarter

likes it bc he can doodle on it then erase them easily :”)

has to wear blue ray glasses because of how he looks at a screen so much

mildliners, muji 0.38 gel pen, 6 ring binder, minimal planner, washi tapes, you name it! he visits muji and daiso every other week

buys wayyy too many planners and notebooks which he never ends up using

only uses pastel mildliners because they’re easy on the eyes. cringes every time he sees yunho’s highlighters v_v

his flaw is that he spends 10 mins writing his header with brush tip pens

mutes the group project gc but gets his part done like the good classmate he is

sweats every time he gets an assignment back, takes a whole ten minute to mentally prepare himself

a visual learner; makes mind maps, flow charts, etc

actually has a working printer that he uses pretty often to prints lessons before class just to be Extra prepare

tells everyone he slept well but his bullet journal habit tracker for sleep says otherwise (plz rest!!)

exclusively uses college ruled paper like the sane person he is

SAN:

uses wide-ruled paper (unfortunately not everyone is perfect</3)

starts off very positive, motivated, and organized

then everything goes downhill by the second week

will definitely set byeol on top of his keyboard, take a picture, and send it to his professor as an ‘excuse’ as why he needs an extension (it works)

can’t sit still for any longer than 30 mins, his legs are always bouncing or fidgeting with pen

flashcard king! spends a lot of time on them but it’s worth it

a utensil chewer (always willing to share his pencil but when ppl saw the bite marks they’re like No Thanks >_>)

can’t study well with groups or himself bc he’ll be distracted,,, so he needs one person that can ground him bc when they’re in the zone, he will too be on his x game mode

sends his assignment at 11:58 pm hoping his professor will take the Hint (plz don’t be afraid to ask for help u_u)

prefers listening to ghibli studio soundtracks but then he either gets emotional or sleepy

sometimes forget to mute his mic and we just hear him groaning in frustration

“haha sorry i just stubbed my toe...”

then mutes his mic and goes back to his mental breakdown

MINGI:

the only person that studies every single day just to get his brain used to the information and running

probably listens to anime op or edm music for that Energy Boost

everyone either hates or love him because...

1. loves him bc he always comes clutched with study guides (and willing to share if he likes you enough)

2. he’s good at everything even if he’s not paying attention/doing it last minute

just naturally good at retaining information and applying them

asks Big Brain question that even the professors are shook

sometimes he gets super into the topic and wants to know Everything

“i’ve never failed an exam in my life” and he’s right! big brain mingi

fetal flaw is that he forgets easily (hence why the last minute) and has to write on his palm as a reminder

clicks his pens All the time so he switched to pens with caps just to keep others from jumping him

takes naps 10 mins before classes

actually has his shit together for the post part 2/2

“if no one got me, i know khan academy and quizlet got me. can i get an amen”

WOOYOUNG:

y’all know that one mf that doesn’t have a pencil?

yea he’s been using the same one someone lend to him before a test and never returned it

it’s been two months and it’s still working well and they’re never going to get it back

a minimalist,,,, but in a bad way</3 bc he carries his stolen pencil and paper that he spilled his energy drink over and that’s about it

just throw loose papers in his bag and forgets about their existence

doesn’t do binders or notebooks, just crumbled up paper

sometimes carries a textbook just to show everyone that he’s got his life together

really noisy for No reason, always wants to know other’s marks

a kinesthetic learner

hides his screen with he gets the kahoot questions wrong (you’ll never catch him slippin)

plays coolmathgames.com during class

doesn’t really know what to study/prioritize so he overwhelms himself with every single topic ever

thinks he’s god by pulling an all-nighter to look at the 60+ slides last minute

Swears he’ll change and do better next semester,,,</3

goes to the cafe, takes pictures of his notes & laptop, post it on his story, then leaves

JONGHO:

thrives off of red bull and ice americanos

gets notes and study guides from his upperclassmen because everyone loves jongho

an audio learner so he’ll probably work out or go on a jog while listening to lessons/audiobook

never pulls all-nighters bc it messes up his sleep schedule and says he’ll do it in the morning but he never does

doesn’t even own a highlighter, he’ll circle or underline stuff with a red or black pen

has never touched a textbook in his life

only the study guides and slides, his textbook is collecting dust rn

his notes are literally Only for him because his handwriting only makes sense to him

has questionable handwriting,,, it’s like decoding

multitasks a lot but it ends up taking a lot longer than he wanted to (bc it’s a myth)

very spontaneous; he’ll grind for 5 hours straight but sometimes he won’t even touch a pencil

works best when he talks about the work in groups and share information with each other, like having a convo about the topic

unmutes his mic Once after the lesson to say “bye”

does his work right after the lessons but then takes a short break & doesn’t even Look back for the rest of the night

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a/n: tag yourself ! i’m a bit of hohong (i projected myself on all of them in some way lmaooo)

[moonlit-han]

a sweet ride ↠ yang jeongin

genre: bad boy!jeongin, high school au, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: swearing, mention of smoking & underage alcohol consumption, almost suggestive request: yes (yangomangos, prompt included: “Don’t cry.”) a/n: this one’s for the jeongin enthusiasts~ 

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

↠↞

every morning as you wait outside your high school for classes to start

you hear the thunder of his motorcycle

it’s loud, mildly obnoxious, and occasionally spits out fumes

but you don’t care

you actually like the sound of the bike and how the vibrations rumble in ur chest

it’s a sleek black and built almost entirely by him: old chassis, long handle bars, and a satisfying growl as the engine ignites

if you stand too close when he pulls up in the parking lot in the morning, you can feel the vibrations coming through the pavement

(your mum would probably lock you in a tower only a knight could enter if she ever found out you’d been on a motorcycle

…..not that you’d been on one

yet (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)? )

the owner of that motorcycle is your high school’s one and only bad boy

♡･｡.:*.ﾟyang jeongin ﾟ.*:.｡･♡

(but please call him “I.N.” because he’s actually out of the preppy, popular crowd  ( ｀^´ ) )

he could ride that motorcycle straight through your heart and you wouldn’t care

okay maybe not your heart bc that would hurt (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

but definitely through your bedroom

that would be

f i n e (⊙‿⊙✿)

……….

all your friends cover their ears and turn away when jeongin pulls up

there isn’t a rule against a senior having a motorcycle and riding it to school

there are people who drive cars to school and that’s fine

he has a license and always wears a helmet

and he wears a thick leather jacket and heavy, black boots

(you’ve seen those boots

they look like they could stomp through concrete or smth)

there is no way he wouldn’t be safe

well, besides the fact that he rides a motorcycle

but you, still not caring, just kinda stare as he rides into the parking area in front of the school

he always does this cool lil swing into his designated “motorcycles only” spot

and then takes off his helmet

to do that fucking hair shake that you always see in movies

that can only mean “hot guy on a motorcycle”

fucking hell

oh and he then runs his fingers through his black hair

to make it appropriately ~windswept~

and, yes, he looks way too god damn hot

unnecessarily so in your humble opinion (๑`^´๑)

you almost flip your shit every morning just bc of him

he’s handsome like a fucking movie star

angled cheekbones, a defined nose and chin, a jawline so sharp it could ki— it could seriously hurt you

and don’t even start on his eyes

jeongin’s eyes are so dark you often wonder if they’re actually brown

if he looks at you in the halls, you immediately get the sense he could somehow see into your soul

and, judging by the dark aura he has, probably can

jeongin isn’t particularly horrible or anything, but he’s known throughout the school to, honestly, not give a flying fuck

about anything

he’s….a little chaotic

for example, he flouts any rule he doesn’t like

and he talks back if a teacher says something he doesn’t agree with

(this has lead to some very heated discussions in class

although, you were actually inclined to agree with him most of the time, since he usually brings up some good points and such

(it’s generally a good idea, you’ve mused on a regular basis, to treat people like human beings and not like machines only in existence to produce goods and perform services to a select few)

most of your classes are with him

and he’s really smart

like the kind of smart where he barely does any work but still passes the class with an A

i mean, who said he could do that??!!?!

who allowed such sorcery

heCk

and you know he’s passed all his courses

he may or may not occasionally smoke or drink behind the school but you know for a fact there are people who do much worse and nobody says anything about them

maybe it’s the leather

and the moodiness

but um;;;;; that’s kinda hot, you know?

you’re not really sure why people think he’s the “bad boy”...

you’ve never seen or heard him be mean or rude to anyone, so how bad can he be?

okay okay yes you’ve seen the knife hilts poking out of his boots

but who the fuck cares?!! ( • ̀ω•́ ) 

it’s not like he’s ever pulled them on anyone

that you know of

.............

OH

and you’re pretty sure he knows you kinda watch him, too

bc one day he parked his bike facing the school instead of away

and you were just ~there~ as usual

but feeling very alone and exposed

since your dumbass friends had all decided to abandon you in your hour of need by walking away just before he rode up

and then, like a herd of sheep, they all turned to watch you as he did

ahahah friends? what are they?! nah don’t need them;;;

so there you were standing out on the pavement

very obviously looking at him

w e l p  Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)

but, of course, he just had to look up

and this lil shit winked at you

actually winked

EXCUSE ME YANG JEONGIN

W H A T

;;;;;;;;;;;;

your friends teased you all day

“ooooh look it’s lover boy”

“shut up shut up shut up”

“but he just lookeD AT YOU”

“you’re lying”

“Y/N YOU FOOL”

“HHHHHHHH”

and it only gets worse from there (....um, you sure about that y/n?)

now whenever jeongin arrives in the mornings

he makes a point at looking over at you

you don’t always notice, unfortunately

and he ends up with a sad lil smile on his face bc he knows you’re having fun with your friends

but fuck!!!!

you’re just so!!! cute!!!!!

how can he not notice you??!!!

especially when you’re in all of his classes

and obviously watch for his motorcycle every morning

it makes him feel kinda cool, tbh

he’s also noticed that you like strawberries

a  l o t (≧◡≦)

as in, your backpack is a strawberry

you have strawberry pins on said strawberry backpack

your raincoat has a pattern of strawberries on it

your pencil case may or may not be a lil cat eating, yes, a strawberry

SO

jeongin being the smooth guy (he thinks) he is

gets you a strawberry sweetbread

and is all excited to give it to you

so after class on friday, he decides today’s his chance

(also, the sweetbread isn’t gonna last forever alfdjghafkgj)

aaaand you both try to walk out the door at the same time

which doesn’t work

but WOW YOU’RE NOW REALLY CLOSE TO HIM

jeongin: *vibrates*

ACTUALLY TOUCHING SHOULDERS

WHAT

…..fuck (￢_￢;)

and since when do you smell really good, too?? alkjhsjfghajhf

jeongin’s just a little overwhelmed, you know?

ANyWaY;;;;;;

y/n, blushing furiously: “oh my god sorry”

jeongin, spluttering: “no, no after you”

((oh wow his voice dropped since the last time you saw him

how is that even possible??? guys….))

after a couple tries back and forth through the doorway

(your teacher’s trying not to laugh in the background)

you finally both make it out of the classroom

and you start to speed walk away since your friends are waiting so you all can hang out

“hey, y/n!” comes down the hall after you

ALSDJHADJFLHG what ;;

you turn around quickly to find jeongin standing right behind you

“um, so i noticed you really like strawberries”

e x c u s e  m e (O_O);;;

first of all:

yang jeongin—your school’s super hot bad boy, the guy you’re only a little obsessed with bc he rides a motorcycle, the inexplicably brilliant student, and total badass—just spoke to you

WHAT

((really, Y/N?? r e a l l y?????))

second of all:

he’s holding something wrapped in absolutely adorable cat (and strawberry) wrapping paper

that’s completely against his aesthetic

but matches yours to a tee ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

huh….

“y/n?” *holds out package*

you have to mentally shake yourself a little

but you’re back now

hhhHHHH

“me?”

“Yeah, I got you this. I hope you like it.” (●´ω｀●)

“thanks?” you say a bit lamely

you take the package and get a whiff of sweetbread

s w e e t b r e a d!!!! (*♡∀♡)

ajfhakljfhgjdsfgh your fav

you’d half expected jeongin to blast on outta there asap

but now he’s just standing in front of you, just kinda shifting back and forth

wait…is he nervous??

you slowly unwrap the package, careful not to damage the wrapping paper

(you are so going to reuse it or hang it on the wall or something ajdsdjfg)

and inside is a rounded sweetbread with strawberries delicately placed on top amongst swirls of pink icing

you gasp quietly

fucking hell it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

jeongin’s just watching you, a small smiling spreading across his face

(which you don’t notice bc  b r e a d)

you take a small bite of the treat and

。*:゜♡ヽ(*’∀’*)/♡゜:。*。

IT’S SOOOOO GOOD!!!!

you take another bite before looking up at jeongin and you finally see his smile

( ◡‿◡ ♡) (♡‿♡) (*♡∀♡)

it’s actually the best thing you’ve ever seen

there’s so much genuine happiness, and just a hint of mischievous mirth, in his smile

you feel like you’re looking into the sun, it’s so bright

why did jeongin, of all people get you, of all people, a sweetbread?

jeongin, completely unable to look cool anymore and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet: “is it good?”

“OH MY GOD YES!!!”

and then you do something you never thought you’d do

ever

in the whole world ever

you throw your arms around yang jeongin’s neck

and give him a really big hug

his arms come up and around you to hug you back almost immediately,

which you were expecting even less than your own actions

but his hug is wonderful, even if he’s holding you like fine china

in a moment, you remember yourself and quickly step back

jeongin is blushing so much that he looks like a strawberry

(so good you just wanna eat him up (◕‿◕))

((y/n pls,,,,, not here....))

and you know you’re blushing just as much

you splutter an apology and run off down the hallway

and because you’re running off,

you don’t notice that jeongin is staring after

like a lovesick puppy (◕︵◕)

your friends are all over you about the sweetbread

bc they love it too

but you just say that you forgot you’d brought it with you that day

for some reason, you didn’t want to tell about your encounter with jeongin

when you get home, you savor the sweetbread,

remembering the warmth of jeongin’s smile~

the next friday, you’re outside at the picnic tables during lunch

it’s an absolutely beautiful day, with a light breeze~ (⌒ω⌒)

against the better judgement and fervent suggestions of your friends

you decide that it’s a great idea to get on top of one the tables

and dance

why?

someone had started playing ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”

no one can resist that song

so you’re having the time of your life

just dancing around on the table that your friends have since vacated bc they

a) don’t want to get kicked in the head, and

b) feel quite embarrassed to associate with you while you’re like this

......traitors (๑`^´๑)

and as anyone with an ounce of sense does when dancing to ABBA

you occasionally close your eyes in happiness

and suddenly you’ve stepped into air

your heart lurches and your eyes fly open 

and your mind goes completely blank with panic

but you never reach the ground

you’re now surrounded by the smell of leather, metal, and.....

boy

someone had saved you from falling

the arms holding you are strong and well-muscled

and, surprisingly, comfortable

“i’ve got you,” a voice murmurs

you look up into the face of none other than jeongin

(⊙__⊙✿) 

welp

you think to yourself “what... i thought he didn’t care about people??”

((nope y/n, he cares about YOU bc you’re the cutest and so lovely))

he smirks down at you, then sets you back down on the ground

“try to be more careful. okay, y/n?” he says, smoothing a wayward piece of your hair, then just walks off

you blush

(this seems to be becoming a common occurrence with jeongin)

and just stand there, dumbfounded

as jeongin saunters away to sit under a tree at the far end of the lawn

it’s a good saunter, and the tight, black skinny jeans only help (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

your friends rush you, asking if you’re okay and asking what was up with jeongin

you say that you have no idea

......although, that’s not entirely true

since you now have a sneaking suspicion that *gasp* jeongin might have a crush on you?

maybe??

(hopefully!! (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)?) 

your friends just continue dithering as you stare at jeongin, who’s watching you right back

he winks

ALKJSDHGAKLDJFGADJKFGBADJF

you really wish he’d stop doing that bc it’s making your heart pound like a herd of horses and now yOu CAn’t EveN THinK

FUCK!!

later that day as school’s letting out

jeongin comes up to you, leather jacket slung over his shoulder

he’s got on a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple times

and ooooooh my

you’d never noticed before

(well, besides during lunch when he caught you)

but yang jeongin has really nice arms

and pecs (⊙‿⊙)  

and now you’re staring (oh fuck,,,,, not again)

“uh;;;; hi, jeongin!” you manage to squeak out alkdjfhsldjf

“hey, i was wondering if you wanted a ride”

eXCusE Me wHAt??? ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃)

“on the motorcycle. i have an extra helmet, since my sister sometimes rides with me”

O H 

your mouth takes control before you even have time to think

“sure! i’d love to!!”

a minute later, you’re standing in front of that sleek, black motorcycle that you’ve admired for months

the young man riding it helps the matter quite a lot, too

there’s even this little carrier container on the back of the bike that he puts his (small) backpack into

he reaches out for yours and stows it

then, jeongin hands you a helmet with lime green racing stripes on its sides

you briefly wonder if his sister is anything like him

probably

“have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” jeongin asks

you shake your head, unable to speak bc you’re so excited and also kinda nervous

your mom’s words fly through your head

don’t you dare get on a motorcycle, y/n. ever. don’t you dare! they’re too dangerous by half and— well, if i ever find out you’ve been on one, you won’t be allowed out of the house, except for going to school, for a month. you mark my words, y/n! (; ･`д･´)

you promptly ignore her voice in your head and slid the helmet down over your head

the world suddenly becomes slightly more vibrantly colored as the visor shields your eyes

jeongin had swung his long legs over the bike, straddling it with his feet still on the ground

“so, the important thing is to stay in line with me. what i mean is that if i lean to one side or the other, you’ve gotta lean with me. otherwise, we’ll fall over and that really wouldn’t be good. just hold on tight to my waist and, sorry i don’t mean to sound rude, but please don’t scream.”

jeongin looks only a little rueful as he says that

but you don’t blame him

you wouldn’t want someone screaming in your ears as you tried to concentrate either

“okay, right. lean with you. hold on tight,” you say

jeongin sits down, one foot still on the ground, and pats the seat behind him

“come on! take a seat—i promise you’ll be fine, y/n”

tentatively, you clamber onto the motorcycle behind jeongin

and wrap your arms around his waist

you can feel . . .

holy shit his abs feel like a fucking washboard

ExCuSE mE?????!!!! (＠_＠)

heCk

((y/n, pls. calm down;;; we know he’s got muscles))

so um,,,, yeah

it’s really actually quite comfy to lean against his back

but then hen he lays his hands over yours

and looking back over his shoulder says, “ready, babe?

B A B E

HHHHHHHHHHHH

***y/n has officially malfunctioned***

damn tho

this boy is bold as fuck

wow

you’re not exactly complaining

bc you now know that you like being called “babe”

it makes you feel special (✿◠‿◠)

and you like how it sounds coming from jeongin

you can tell jeongin is grinning under his helmet

“yep, i’m ready,” you manage to say

and then you feel and hear the thunder of the engine igniting

it’s exhilarating and you hadn’t even started moving yet

jeongin yells over the engine “hold on!”

in one smooth motion he kicks the kickstand up, brought his foot off the ground, released the brake and clutch

and then...

and then you feel like you’re flying

even though you’re not going 70 mph (113 kph)

the wind tears at your clothes

making you feel freer than you’d ever felt before~

you thought you’d guessed what it would feel like to ride on a motorcycle

but even your wildest imaginings couldn’t come close to reality

you hold on tightly to jeongin’s waist, feeling every shift of his body as he guides the motorcycle along the roads surrounding your school

all too soon you find yourself back in the parking lot of your high school

you don’t release your hold on jeongin until after he’s shut off the engine

jeongin takes off his helmet, shaking his hair as usual, and hangs it on a handlebar

then he turns on the seat

you lean back

but jeongin reaches out and gently removes your helmet to place it on the seat between the two of you

even without touching it, you could feel that your hair was mussed

so you shake out your hair, too

and immediately understand why jeongin does it

you feel strangely powerful and a bit sexy

it’s a fun, new feeling

jeongin smiles like you’re the loveliest flower he’s ever seen

and, for the second time that day, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear

“how was it?” he asks, a look of concern on his face

you beam, feeling infinitely more at ease around jeongin

“amaaaaazing!”

“yeah? oh, don’t cry, y/n”

“what? oh” you realize that you are, indeed, crying

you wipe the tears from your face

after all, they’re just tears of happiness

“jeongin, it was incredible, oh my god. can we do it again? please?”

he laughs, throwing his head back 

and you glimpse the dimple at the base of his throat

“maybe another day, babe” jeongin concedes

you pout

“oh, okay. thank you”

there’s a look in jeongin’s eyes that you can’t quite place

is it sadness? fondness? desire?

he exhales, then the corner of his mouth quirks up

you feel the warmth of his fingers caress your cheek

“y/n, may i kiss you?”

***yet again, we regret to inform you that y/n has malfunctioned***

what the ever loving flipping fuck

d— did jeongin just,,,,

did he?

ALKJHGALKJFHG;AKLHFGAKLJGHKAJH

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” jeongin says in a rush, dropping his hand

shit.

SHIT!

“no no no!! it’s fine, yes. please. that’s fine. that would be— that would nice. yes, very nice.”

wow you sounded almost hysterical

“good,” jeongin says simply

and leans in to softly press his lips to yours

you immediately kiss him back

and feel him smile against your mouth

just a moment later, he draws back, respectful, a question in his eyes

you chase his lips, not wanting to waste the precious opportunity to actually be kissing the yang jeongin!!

his hands come up to cup your neck

and you rest your palm against his chest, feeling the trembling beat of his heart

he tastes like like elderberry and cinnamon and clove all wrapped into one intoxicating milieu 

you could kiss him for days and never tire

after what seems like hours, you break apart

“y/n,” jeongin begins

“oh just shut up and keep kissing me,” you say without hesitation, surprised at your own boldness (again)

it seemed that was becoming a habit around jeongin, too

he doesn’t bother responding

and, instead, kisses you until you’re breathless

again, you feel like you were flying

* . ∗ ̥ ⋆ ݃ *♡٩( ｡⌒▽⌒｡)۶♡* ݃ ⋆ ̥∗ . *

[lost-in-the-80s]

You Don’t Want My Love - Chapter 6

Pairing: Duff McKagan x reader

Words: 3,286k

Summary: Guns n Roses hires a new tour assistant, but nobody thought that Duff would fall for her.

In This Chapter: It’s time for Duff to tell this story

A/N: This chapter will be a Duff's pov. His thoughts will be in italics.

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We stopped for a second, looking at each other. 

Reaching forward, I put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She's so beautiful! I wonder how her lips would taste like…

I licked my lips at the thought. 

Control yourself, Duff! My conscience yelled at me.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice broke the moment, making me roll my eyes internally. “Are you coming?” He pointed to the elevator.

What a good time to talk, Tom! 

“Yeah, just a sec.” 

She looked back at me with a small smile. “Good night, Duff.”

Fuck it! 

I leaned down, kissing her cheek lightly. Her perfume filled my nostrils making it hard to move away from her. “Good night, Y/N.” I finally breathed out, seeing her walk away.

God, I'm so fucked!

"God you're so slow" Axl passed by me, rolling his eyes. 

"What do you mean?" I furred my eyebrows, following him.

"Ask her out already." Izzy said, entering the second elevator with us and pressing our floor's button.

"As if it was a simple thing!" I leaned against the mirror on the wall. "You remember how she reacted the last time one of you idiots decided to give a little push" I made fake quotation marks with my fingers.

"Let's just say it was the wrong way to do that." Izzy glared at Axl, who looked away from the mirror in which he was fixing his hair.

"What!? I was using the opportunity!" 

"Yeah, and it worked so well…" Izzy said sarcastically.

"At least I tried! What did you do?"

"What did I do? I was the one who convinced her that he wasn't an asshole! Remember?" Izzy crossed his arms, leaning against the metal wall.

"Okay, take it easy. You're acting like a married couple!" I turned around, looking at myself in the mirror and throwing my jacket over my shoulders. 

The doors opened and we started walking down the corridor. 

"See you guys tomorrow." I said, listening to their responses before entering my room.

"Ah, shit!" Sitting at the edge of my bed, I ran my hands through my face. 

Kicking off my boots and throwing the jacket on an armchair I laid in bed, gazing at the ceiling with just the city lights illuminating the place.

"How did I get myself to this point?" Lighting up a cigarette, I took a long drag.

I knew the answer. And the answer was that there wasn't an answer. It just happened.

I still remember the first time I saw her. She entered the dressing room in a light pink skirt and a white blouse. Her eyes were slightly widened, as if she needed them fully open to be able to understand what to do.

Gosh, she looked like an angel. Completely different from what I had expected.

When the label called saying that they had got someone that wouldn't get distracted by us, I thought they would send an old lady, not someone pretty like her.

Later on that day, I entered the room and she was there alone, complaining about something in a low voice, causing a smile to appear on my lips.

She started stuttering and I thought that it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

There was just something about her. The way she talked and her facial expressions, they just captured my attention all the time.

Whenever I heard her voice I would stop and pay attention, because I wanted to learn more about her. She fascinated me, but I couldn't tell why.

Well, that was just the first week. Then she and Steven talked one day on the bus, it was casual, and I was listening of course. He asked what she was reading about and  she started telling him these airplane accident stories, and at that moment, listening to her voice, I knew, I had fallen for her.

During the first weeks, I didn't know how to make conversation. She was from a completely different world and I didn't want to scare her away or look dumb.

She seemed just too perfect and I was afraid that my interests wouldn't be enough to entertain her.

But then Izzy happened. He was always the quiet one, which means he had a lot of time to pay attention to the others, and he surely noticed the way I was acting.

"You look like a psycho." He said before drinking from his beer. We were backstage and she was on the opposite side of the room, making a list of what we needed her to buy.

"I can't help it." I puffed some smoke.

"Is it that bad?" 

"You have no idea, Stradlin." I turned around, getting a plastic glass and filling it with vodka.

"Talk to her then." He turned his head back, facing me.

"Easier said than done." 

"Come on, man! You're not shy!"

"It's just that…. Fuck…. Look at her!" I turned around, pointing at her with my glass. "She's not like us."

"So what?"

"I can't fucking sit in front of her and say 'are you into motorcicles?' I fucking know she's not! I wouldn't be able to hold the conversation."

"Well, then ask about something that you know she's into." He put his glass on the table. "She's always drawing or reading something.. ask her about those. Tom said she graduated in fashion, ask for fashion advice or some shit."

"You know what, you're right!" I placed my glass with the cig on the table, seeing that she was leaving the room.

Walking fastly, I found her in the corridor. "Mind if I go with you?" 

She jumped a little, startled by my presence. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." 

"It's fine." She smiled and I forgot what I had apologized for.

"Are you sure you want to come along? I'm just going to Walmart. It's going to be boring." 

"Nah, it's not going to be boring," I started walking, leading us towards the exiting door. "Plus, I'm a professional shopping cart driver." 

That was the first time I got to spend time alone with her, and it made me even more sure about what I was feeling.

After that, I started trying to talk to her every day. I'd ask about what she was listening to, what she was drawing and things like that. When there wasn't anything to ask about, I'd ask her about her favorite griffs and listen to her talking for lots of minutes, even though I wouldn't be able to remember any of that. 

She was sweet and dreaming. God how I love the way her eyes always sparkle when she talks about something she loves.

She was delicate and light. Always in a good mood, always trying to be serious and have a firm grip on us, and falling miserably after a few minutes. She was too nice to be strict with anyone.

But I knew she was out of reach. She would never be interested in someone like me. And every day I wanted to get away from her and detoxify myself from her presence in my mind. But then I'd wake up to her voice and I'd forget completely about those plans.

It was becoming hard to move on with the basic tasks. I'd think of her before going to bed and I'd wake up doing the same. I'd try to stay with her the most I could and when she was away I would be thinking if she missed me in the way I missed her.

And then it became too much to hold. Izzy thought I was just interested in her, but he could never imagine that was loving that chick.

So I decided to talk to someone. I needed someone that wouldn't judge me and that could be nice to me in this situation. So I talked to Steven. And that was the worst decision I've ever made.

The next day, all the guys knew about it, and that's when this fucked up plans about putting the two of us together started.

I didn't need their help. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to ask her out, but I was waiting for a good moment. I'd ask her to go out for dinner or something natural, something that wouldn't scare her away.

But of course, nobody thought in the same way as I. 

I still remember that day by the pool. Steven had come up with the idea, and we all agreed. I remember that I didn't think much of it, but that was until I saw her in a bikini.

I tried my hardest not to stare. I knew I'd make her uncomfortable if she noticed my gaze. But damn, that was hard to ignore.

I was thinking that that was one of the best days of my life. Not because we were the most requested song on the radio, but because she hugged me.

That was the first time she touched me. Our skins touched and I couldn't help but feel that that's how they were meant to be.

The afternoon arrived and we went for a walk through the city. That city was so fucking boring! Even the record shops were lame, and I was so afraid and she'd think it was boring too and would decide to go back to the hotel.

So when I saw that car/bike rental shop, I grabbed the opportunity with my two hands

To feel her pressed against my back, her arms circling my waist… man! I couldn't even put into words how I was feeling.

But just like everything good lasts for little, she wasn't feeling well, and we went back to the hotel.

A part of me was concerned about her wellbeing. But another part had the impression that her headache was just an excuse, that she had hated spending the afternoon with me and just wanted to stay away from me.

Then my amazing friends came with the brilliant idea of throwing a party. I knew that was the worst idea ever, but if that would mean that I could see her again that day, then I was down for it.

That could've been a magical night. But I drank too much and had to stay away so I wouldn't say some stupid shit to her.

The room was full of women, but I could just look at her. The way she danced to that stupid ABBA song made my heartache and I yelled at myself internally not to approach her.

And then came that truth or dare game. I still don't know who came up with that, but I hate that person!

Axl, just like always, couldn't hold himself, so he dared her to kiss me. Ahh, how I hate that moment!

I remember the way she looked at me, and how startled she seemed when she realized I was looking at her. How uncomfortable she felt and how her cheeks grew red with embarrassment.

If I was sober, I would've punched Axl.

But a small part of me had hope. Hope that she'd say yes, we would kiss and I'd ask her to go on a date with me.

And then she answered, I still remember how sober her voice was when she said that she couldn't.

Couldn't. That's a funny word. When you can't do something, it's because someone or something is stopping you from doing that. And nobody was doing that.

Don't. That's what she should've used. She didn't want to do that. And it broke me. She didn't want me. 

And I don't know why I got so surprised. That was obvious. I had been feeding a fake hope for months, but deep down I knew that it wouldn't ever happen.

And then everything became numb. I didn't hear the music, nor what they were saying. I just saw her throwing her shoes at someone and leaving, but I didn't have the energy to go after her and apologize for my friends.

So I just got up, getting another bottle of vodka and allowing myself to drink until I could forget about the reason why I was drinking.

The night went in a blur. I just remember parts of it. A chick paying Tommy Lee a blow job during the truth or dare. Someone hitting a chandelier and Izzy taking a photo of me with it. Me yelling for everyone to leave the room at 4 am.

The next morning I woke up with a terrible hangover. Looking to my side there was someone. She had the same hair color as Y/N and for a brief second, I thought that she had come back to the party and we had finally got together. But then I saw it wasn't her, it was a groupie.

She woke up and I asked her to get dressed and leave. I tried to be calm, but I know that was rude on my part. But fuck, if I saw that chick there for much longer I'd start yelling at me. Y/N has always said about how she wouldn't be into a guy who sleeps with a different woman every night.

But what was the meaning of feeling guilty for that? Sleeping with groupies or not, she'd never want me. 

So I decided to recover from my hangover. Searching inside the bedroom I found another vodka bottle and I allowed the burning sensation in my throat to distract myself from her.

I couldn't even look at her that day. Every time I heard her voice or saw those eyes I remembered that she didn't want me, and it made me feel ten times worse.

And then that stupid dude came around. Checking her up and down and looking at her all the time.

It made my blood boil.

I wanted so bad to get up, push him against a wall and start beating the shit out of him. But I couldn't, so I just found more vodka, but nothing seemed to distract me anymore.

They could be the perfect couple, I could tell that. The type who has 2 children and lived in Bel Air. Just the thought of the two of them together made me clench my fists.

He announced he was leaving, and I thought I'd have some relief, but he had to ask her to accompany him.

I wanted to stay cool. I wanted to stay in the dressing room and get ready for the gig, but I couldn't control myself anymore, and when I realized I was opening the exiting door.

The two of them were talking, I heard him asking her out and only God knows what I wanted to do to him at that moment.

I told him she couldn't. I wanted him to tell me that I didn't talk for her or some shit like that. I wanted him to give me a reason to punch him. But he decided to be polite.

He left and she asked me why I had talked to him like that, and it drove me wild. She was defending him? In front of me? 

I can still picture the way her eyes lost their shine and how she dropped her shoulders at my words. I hated myself for making her feeling like that. But I was too drunk to think straight, so I just left.

I stopped talking to her after that. I was too upset, and I didn't want her looking at me like that again, it would just make me hate myself even more. So I kept my distance.

During the first weeks of the pause, I refused to go out. I just sat inside my new house, drinking and missing her.

But Slash was a good friend. He showed up telling me how pathetic I looked. Making me go out and live a little.

I opened up with him.

"I'm feeling like shit, man!" I said before drinking from a beer bottle. We had gone to The Rainbow.

"You need to start thinking dude! Y/N is not the type of chick you'll get in a truth or dare game…"

"You say as if that was my idea." I glared at him.

"What I'm trying to say is… she's different. She's not around you 'cause you're in a band. Just be nice to her and then ask her out for some romantic shit." He gestured with his hands.

"You talk as it was simple," I finished the bottle, placing it on the counter. "and even if it was, she probably hates me now anyway."

"Bullshit!"

"No. I mean it, man! You don't know the way she looked at me that day. I hurt her." 

"Hey raise that head!" Slash said, making me look from the counter to his face. "She's into you, you just need to show her that you're nice again."

"Oh yeah, of course, she's into me." I said sarcastically.

"You're really stupid, aren't you?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You need to pay attention to the way she acts around you, you're the only one that makes her get clumsy and shy."

He drank from his bottle. "Plus, she looks at you in the same you look at her." 

Those words got stuck in my head. He was right, I had never seen her nervous around the others. Maybe she was into me. 

But still, I had fucked things up that afternoon.

That day I decided that I'd be my best version to her when we got back from the pause. I wanted her to see how I'd be with her if we were dating, and maybe, if she thought I was good enough, she'd give me a chance.

No pressure, no "plans". I wanted it to go natural, as smooth as it could be.

My guilt for the way I talked to her got twice as big when Izzy told me they had met and that she thought it was her fault.

How could she think she had any fault for me being an ass? Dude! I don't deserve this girl. But still, I wanted her.

Thank God Izzy was a good friend. Managing to make her feel calm and even see my asshole attitude as something from the moment.

After that, I was anxious about returning to the tour. I couldn't wait for a chance to be close to her and listen to her cute accent.

And then I saw her, I was at the airport with the boys, she was far away, but it was enough to make my heart miss a beat.

She was even prettier than before. She clearly enjoyed the pause and I just wished I had been there to enjoy it with her.

Asking her for a hug was a bold move, but I had to try, and it was worth it. 

Smelling her perfume and feeling her hugging me put me in such a calm state that for the first time, I didn't freak out about being on a plane.

And now I had lost the perfect opportunity to kiss her, all thanks to Tom.

Maybe it wasn't the most romantic way to do that, but I could feel that tension, the same tension that was created when we hugged before. As if the two of us were finally back home.

Looking to the side I checked the time, 3 am. Fuck. I had been thinking about her for hours now. 

Getting up, I stripped off my clothes, getting under the covers. I could still feel her skin pressed against my lips if I concentrated enough, and it was enough to send me to sleep, wishing that tomorrow we could spend more time together.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

International Student

Meg Thomas x Rin Yamaoka

word count: 1579

summary: Meg goes overseas for college at a fancy university, which just so happens to be Rin’s university... and things get interesting when they wind up in the same restaurant ;)

a/n: college au. fluff and very minimal angst? this was originally posted on the DBD Amino back in June 2019. hope you like this little throwback!

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The first time Rin saw her, it was early in the morning. The sun was peaking over the horizon, and she was walking to her first class of the day. It was just a quick glimpse – a runner, charging past her, huffing and puffing, her stride smooth and swift. The sun framed the girl’s red hair and made it look as if it were on fire. Just a glimpse, just a glimpse. But Rin decided orange was her new favorite color. Not the bright orange like the mandarin, but the deep scarlet of a tiger lily, the kind her manager imported to add aesthetic value to the upscale restaurant.

The next time Rin saw her, it was late at night. She recognized the flaming red hair amongst a group of young people, all slender and with athletic frames, looking well-fed. She guessed the girl was on the track team from her university. They chattered amongst themselves as they walked through the door of the restaurant, the tinkling bell signaling their entrance.

Her coworker must’ve caught her staring, because she said, “Hey Rin, I’ve got to use the restroom, think you can take that group for me?” And winked at her before walking away. Rin cursed her coworker as she watched the host seat the group of athletes and look to her, seemingly saying, ‘get to work, girl’. Rin sighed to herself as she grabbed a notepad and a pen out of her pocket and walked over to the table, hoping to get it over with before she embarrassed herself.

Apparently, that wasn’t a possibility, as the first words that came out of her mouth were, “Hi beautiful… people! I’m Rin, and I’ll be your girlf- girl server today,” she emphasized server in hopes that no one caught her slip-ups, but could tell from the looks on everyone’s faces that they all caught them, “Can I start you guys off with some drinks?”

The entire table listed off what they wanted, until the ginger asked, “What would you recommend? I’ve never been here before.”

“I can’t afford to eat here myself, but if I could I’d get the redhead- I mean, the Red Lotus. I’ve stolen a sip of it before from a coworker’s drink, and I can tell you, nobody in town makes it like we do.” Seriously!? Rin thought to herself, brain, can you just, not embarrass me right now?

The redhead’s freckled face flushed red and her friends laughed, causing Rin to do the same. She whirled around and ran away, humiliated.

In the back room, Rin threw off her apron, shoved her notepad in her coworker’s face, grabbed her bag and fled out the back door.

“Ah shit.” The redhead said as she got up, her teammates guffawing at the commotion her very presence had caused.

“Better go hit that, Meg!” One of the guys joked, at which she turned to face him, eyes blazing even more than her hair.

“It’s not fucking funny, and if you learned to run as fast as you talk, we wouldn’t have lost our last meet! So please, shut the hell up for once in your life.” She rushed in pursuit of Rin, but ran into another waitress. “Where did she go?”

“Rin? Out the back, but you can’t just-”

Meg pushed past the waitress, “Sorry, no time to waste!” Burst through the back door, and chased after the thin frame that was Rin the Waitress. “Hey, wait!” The girl sped up, but it made no difference as Meg caught up to her in quick time. “Hey, hey, I’m so-“

“Just leave me alone!” Rin shouted at her, turning to face her. “If you’d noticed how awkward I was acting, you could’ve just done nothing! That would’ve been better.” Meg saw the mascara running down Rin’s face and felt her stomach twist.

“My friends are stupid, I’m sorry, I- I don’t even know why I call them my friends, they’re just my teammates, really... I guess I don’t have any friends here, now that I think about it.”

Rin sniffled. “Well, that makes two of us, then.

“Look, I’m really sorry.” She pulled out her wallet and ruffled around in it, pulling out a few a few yen. “I know this won’t cover much, it’s all I have on me right now until I go to the bank, but-”

“-Save it.”

“What?”

“Save your money, I don’t want it. It’s my fault for overreacting.” Rin said.

“I want to make it up to you, please,” Meg pleaded, “When are you off? I could… I could take you on a date there, I could-” Rin giggled. “What are you laughing at?” Meg asked.

“Wouldn’t it be weird if you took me on a date where I work?” She replied, smiling. Meg decided she liked it when she made Rin the Waitress smile. “Besides, I still don’t even know your name.”

“Oh! Right, uh- I’m Meg,” Meg said, “And I guess I wasn’t thinking about that. I can take you somewhere else, though? I know a really great yakitori place downtown that charges a reasonable price.” Rin laughed again, and her nose crinkled up in the cutest way, Meg noticed. “Okay, is there something wrong with my hair? I know I’m not that funny, so I don’t know what you’re laughing at.”

Rin stifled her laughter and said, “I just find it humorous that foreigners always pick that place to eat, is all.”

Meg crossed her arms. “How do you know it’s the same place everyone else goes to?”

“I just know, is all.”

“Okay, bet!”

“Bet.”

Two days later, Rin smugly announced, “It appears I was correct.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, you win.”

Rin grinned, “My father taught me to only to bet if you know you’re going to win.” Meg’s face grew distant, and Rin backstepped. “I’m sorry, did I say something rude? I- I’m-”

“No, no,” Meg reassured Rin, “You’re fine. It’s just… my dad left me. It happened when I was a baby, so I don’t remember him, but I don’t know… sometimes I wonder what he would���ve taught me if he were around.”

“If it’s any consolation, I think your mother did a fantastic job taking care of you. You’re here, right? In college?” Rin said, gently putting a hand on Meg’s shoulder.

“Yea, here, when I should be back home taking care of her. She’s sick, but she told me to go anyways.” Meg explained.

Rin nodded in understanding. “I can relate to that. My mother’s sick too, it’s… it’s why I’m waitressing, actually, to try and lessen the financial load on my father a bit.”

Meg smiled. “Glad to know somebody who gets it, at least.” Rin returned the smile, and the girls stood there, looking into each other’s eyes, until a gust of wind caused Rin to shiver. Meg snapped out of her haze and suggested, “Let’s go inside, before you catch a cold.”

Jokingly, Rin said, “Worry about yourself, Meg.” But walked through the door Meg pulled open for her.

After the meal, they bundled back up and walked down a street containing a few couples, savory smells wafting through the air, and a mixture of neon lights and paper lanterns strung up. It looked like a scene straight from a romance novel.

“Thank you for this, Meg. I’ve had a fun time. Usually I can’t afford to go out to eat, but it was a nice experience.” Rin smiled sweetly, nose crinkling again.

Meg replied, “I usually can’t either, but if I have the money now, why not? Even if it is just college money, it’s just sitting there.”

“That’s another thing we have in common, then.” Rin said.

After a few moments of silence, Meg spoke up. “Rin?”

“Yes, Meg?”

“I just… I just wanted to reiterate how sorry I am.” Meg mumbled sheepishly.

“It’s fine. It’s all made up for now, isn’t it?” Rin said, a skip in her step. “Everything is fine.”

“Well, not everything.”

“What do you mean?” Rin asked. Meg stopped, and Rin stopped with her, confused. Meg reached out, tentatively at first, then stronger once she saw Rin wasn’t backing away. She gently pushed Rin’s hair out of her face and behind her ears, and let her hand rest there, just barely touching Rin’s skin. She wanted to do more, but she told herself to wait.

“The first time I saw you, running past you on campus? The sun made your skin look like honey, and your eyes… it turned them golden.” She stared intensely into Rin’s eyes. Rin knew she was supposed to do something, but she had no idea what, so she stared back. “I just had to make sure I wasn’t wrong about that.”

Rin’s mind jumbled around for something to say. “And your eyes… they’re green.”

Meg laughed. “Yea, they are, isn’t that funny? Green’s lucky in Japan, right?”

Rin laughed too. “No, that’s China.”

“Oh.” Meg shrugged. “Well, I’m still lucky enough to have found you, aren’t I?”

“I don’t know, are you?” Rin asked, still slightly unsure.

Meg leaned in. “I can’t be sure yet, but I’d like to think so.”

The girls closed their eyes and Rin closed the distance between their lips. The warm lighting of the lanterns combined with the noisy sounds of the city perfectly set the scene for the two young ladies. They may have seemed to be worlds apart, both literally and figuratively, but right then they were closer than ever, in every meaning of the phrase.

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[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

I just got the Ruin album and oh my goodness… This may be the final thing to push me to abandon my life and join the woods—

In other news, I would THROW HANDS with someone who insulted the cutest cat I have ever seen, and I hope you’re doing well!

Please do join me out here. Then again, the woods have bored me already and I am turning back to the beach vibes. Thankfully, there are some coastal songs spanning across all three albums! (Chords, Welly Boots, idk something in Love Run I’d have to listen again).

I will fucking go Micky Milkovich feral if someone touches a hair on Buddy’s head. He’s so small and doesn’t deserve any hate.

I met the marketing bitch today at work who demands one cottage always be empty and clean for those few nights she spends in our town every five months. I literally sassed the shit out of her, because she’s the reason my cat is getting the short end of the stick at work right now.

I sized her up as she walked into the room, and she was acting as if she’s hot shit. She was like, flipping her hair and said to my supervisor, “Oh, I have a shoot next week, so I can’t do that blah blah blah…” Idk I wasn’t listening — too busy scrutinising her.

Our general manager then introduced her as the marketing lady to me and my other coworkers. He gave me a wary glance as he said this, because he knows how…well, me I am, and knew I knew she was the hoarding bitch who demands a cottage be free for 1/2 of the year at all times — the cottage I was promised in my interview before uprooting my entire life and moving 4,000kms away for this job.

I pointed up to my iconic newsies cap which has our logo on it, and said, “Oh, marketing? Did you design this, then?” (it was a bitchy, fake starstruck tone)

She got really flushed and was like, “Oh, well…no, I do other things.”

Then I was like, “Ah. Pity. This design is the best in the company I’ve seen yet. Didn’t want to accidentally give you credit, is all.”

She got a little huffed and then gave another “I’m hot shit” goodbye to everyone, as if she thinks she’s Edna Mode, then left the room.

Pretty sure my general manager saw my “nobody puts Buddy in a corner” look in my eyes, and rushed the whole thing 🤷🏼‍♀️

I have been known to throw hands in Buddy’s defence. I’ve literally gone days without eating just so he could, so you can be damn sure I’ll take a Karen down to give him the life he deserves!

[mx-in-words]

Monsta x being jealous reaction

I really loved your writing for the Monsta x reaction to you being jealous, could you do it the other way, please?!

↬ Shownu

starting with our favourite leader 

shownu is the type of guy who gets jealous but only tells you IF IF IF IF IF  you notice

THE MEN HAS NO FACIAL EXPRESSION!!!

i MEAN he has but only on stage opsss

anyway he never gets jealous about just guys hitting on you 

he gets jealous of your attention 

so here you were, at changkyun’s birthday and you were helping kihyun and kyunnie in the kitchen

that's was fine 

but you were laughing at the boys

and being gorgeous ( why are you being like this? CAN YOU TRY TO BE UGLY ???? shownu calm down boy) 

so he kinda gets angry and wants your attention

 BUT HE does nOT tell YOU!!!

SO you just keep going like nothing happened 

until you ask him to help you 

and he just looks at you like grrr

you: ?? honey? 

then everything just clicks in your mind 

he is: J E A L O U S 

YOU HUG HIM

give him attention and he will be fine 

sn: >:( 

you : * smooches love and kisses*

sn: :3 

yeah that’s it he is fine now. 

the second they are less jealous they are just... baby boys, right? 

↬ Wonho

BABY I MISS YOU SO MUCH

mbb keep fighting for your love he deserves everything

Anyway

We know he is needy and he is VERY jealous of mbb, imagine in a relationship

He trusts you thought... He just doesn't trust men. ( Who do I mean tf)

YOU are his precious treasure 

nobody can touch you without your permission 

so when both of you were in one of those jooheons party’s and a strange guy started to be touching and flirty with you, he was already all over the guy 

the thing is, he is waiting for your “permission”

you stopped him 

you: I already told you, I HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND YOU IDIOT

you pushed the guy and held wonho’s hands 

you: men are annoying 

wh: that’s right, men suck, sorry for being one

you: I mean if all of them were like you...

wh: would it be better? yes but... you could replace me for someone better

you: Wonho, that’s not such a thing. I will never in my life find someone better and more perfect for me, you're the only one, my love. 

wh: good, because I am all ours. 

will kiss u in front of that asshole just because he can ;)

and bc he wants

I mean, he is very touchy with you in public to not get in these types of situation��

his bigger fear is that your strong personality put you in a big fight and you get hit or worse you know? 

he hates the fact that guys only respect you bc of him and not for the fact that you are a person

and he lives to hate men with you 

and keeps telling that, harassment its NOT your fault and will never be. 

yes mbb, we stan the right men <3

↬ Minhyuk

wjneiwnejeej a little mothafuckr

Follow me on this one

He is a free young spirit who is not controlling or do not wants you to feel trapped at all

bUT

You are H I S girl

Not just like a gf

You are his partner/best friend/ lover

So no!!! he is not sharing the moments you both are supposed to do with someone else

He doesn't care if guys eat you with the eyes ( unless you care, and you do, so rip to them)

So watching a hero movie in the theatre with kihyun because is the movie premiere and he is working as an MC that night? It's a no-no to him

And as every demon Scorpio, you should know revenge is coming

He is basically not hanging with you

At all

You both live together and he is like " oh hey StRanGeR"

So you just apologise bc you miss him

And he misses you too so he MIGHT feel guilty and apologise too

mh: " I hate eating alone and sorry I did use your favourite serum last night just bc I was mad but I will buy another one you know youareeverythingtome just just... Don't hang out with kihyun alone doing stuff that me ME YOUR BOYFRIEND Lee minhyuk should do!!!!! Iloveyousorrysorry"

You can only laugh and kiss him

And ofc you sure him that hanging with kihyun is like taking your old aunt out bc she needs her vitamin c.

He is never letting kihyun live after this

You both good.

:) he is too soft to make you in pain

↬ Kihyun

I honestly hate kihyun sassy ass 

but I love him :( 

he is A JEALOUS BITCH 

a lil bit controlling... just keep him at his place and it will be fine

he gets more jealous of your friends and coworkers 

because in his head, if you already like/love them, they can steal you 

what a smart hamster 

but dumb bc you wouldn't replace him 

and even with a superego, like everyone, kihyun has his insecurities

so yes > afraid of losing you< its an issue here

one day you just keep telling about your friend wooyoung 

and how happy you are for him and his lover

because he made like the cutest things for their one-year anniversary 

and you just keep telling all the details, excited for your friend 

kihyun gets jealous and mad because he thinks you’re saying that wooyoung is better, more romantic 

kh: okay just date him already 

you: ???? what?

kh: you only talk about how is he the most romantic guy right? i get it

you: no its not- 

kh: I might not have a lot time for you bc of the band but I swear I try my very best for you, I mean if you are unhappy with me I understand but 

you: kihyun shut up 

he looks at you, damn he is mad 

you sigh bc this hoe is mad for nothing

you: first of all wooyoung is gay and his lover is san 

kh: ohh

you: yeah ohhh, plus I am very satisfied with you baby why would you say that? I love you bitch, I ain't never gonna stop loving you, bitch

kh: I love you too baby and stopping using old vines to tell you love me 

you: no 

you: I WANT A CHURCH BOY WHO GOES TO CHURCH AND READ HIS BIBLEEEE

kh: that’s it goodbye 

kihyun has left the room

but smiling bc he loves you 

↬ Hyungwon

GOD HE DOES NOT CARE AT ALL

maybe because we know hyungwon is a very straightforward person 

and you two make sure to always make clear each other feeling and thoughts

so Won knows how much you love him 

you love him and he loves you

what's more important than that?

so when the fandom and the media discover about you two 

that was rumours about you cheating on him with your best male friend

and someone photoshopped a picture of you two kissing 

hyungwon saw this and immediately made sure to speak to the press

hw: this picture is fake and y/n is only a friend of the male with her, she is loyal so don't try to break something that is unbreakable

you cried seeing that bc 

your men>>>>>>>>>>>>

you: baby you didn't tell me about that

hw: I didn't want to worry you, it’s okay now 

you: you really trust me huh? 

hw: of course I do 

he kissed you gently 

hw: also, I am a 10 and your friend is a 7 in the max, seriously you must be crazy to even think about cheating on me  

you: you're right, I could never 

you hug him because he is so precious uwu 

And damn he is right

He is a god

Could you tell me where can I find my own hyungwon?

↬ Jooheon

SO HAHA remember this lil shit?

with all that “ jealous is for ppl who don’t trust each other”?

haha BULLSHIT 

once again joo trust you of course 

but he gets annoyed 

world please understand 

YOU ARE HIS GIRL 

PERIODT!!!! 

so let's say that some pictures of you being hella sexy were out for the public

nothing promiscuous just

sexy you know?

so these pics were out ( was intentional bc you were promoting for a friend)

but everyone was talking about 

so one rapper commented “ damn that’s hot” 

and well

jooheon is not happy about this 

he knows its only a campaign but DOES PPL NEED TO TALK THAT YOU ARE HOT? 

jh: asshole hot is my fucking hand after slap your ugly face I swear I will cut everyone hand that commented those things about my girl 

you: jooheon

jh: what??? 

you: well forget it, you're mad :( 

he is sorry for being angry 

jh: sorry baby, just tell me pretty baby ~

you: I was going to say... why don’t you do what they want so badly?

he still didn't understand

so you sit on his lap

kissing his neck, you whisper close to his ears 

you: why don’t you show me what only you can do? 

you: why don't you make me scream the name of the only person that can touch my body? 

jh: oh baby, you can bet I will, gladly 

he smirks and...

you know ;)

( I am not weak for angry!jooheon, you are)

↬ Changkyun

he is the most passionate guy 

that’s why Kyun is so confusing in my eyes

he pretends he is cold, but he is soft

he pretends being dope, he is weird

he pretends to be a fuckboy but is romantic 

he pretends he does not care, but he cares, waaay too much 

maybe both of you are jealous 

nobody has ever said about being exclusive at all

but it was an exclusive thing 

both just didn't know ( clowns 🤡)

the game was going to be a draw

but kyun couldn't help himself when that guy was touching you way too much 

taking way to much smiles and laughs of you 

when he could look at you way to close 

and dance way to sensual with you 

no, he couldn't help himself of picking you and find an empty place to talk 

ck: look I just... why are you with him? 

you: kyun I mean, you were with that girl too and, wait, you're jealous?

kyun just keep looking at you like you discover his dark secret  

you: good, I was with him to make jealous 

ck: really?

you: yeah so just fucking kiss me 

and he did 

all night

making sure that from now, you're his

and he is yours 

like is supposed to be 

<3 

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

in belated honor of valentine's day/palentine's day/singles appreciation day, i am challenging you with posting your top 10 musical theatre love duets.

Ooh boy, inch resting! I had to think about these! I realized as I was making this list that I am allergic to most love duets, and so I must thank @captainofthefallen and @extasiswings for helping me cobble this list together.

But here we are! In descending order, going from ten to c’est finale.

10. “I’ve Never Been in Love Before” from Guys and Dolls

There’s just something really... I don’t know. It’s a short and sweet song and I just feel there’s something about characters going oh shit oh fuck I’m in love is that what this is holy shit I have no idea what I’m doing I’ve never felt this before.

9. “You’re the One that I Want” from Grease

Okay you can all stop rolling your eyes now. THIS IS FUN TO SING OKAY? IT’S FUN! IT GETS EVERYONE SINGING ALONG! IT’S A SONG ABOUT EMBRACING YOUR LOVER’S AESTHETICS AND LIFESTYLE BUT ALSO HAVING THE SELF-RESPECT TO DEMAND THEY STEP UP AND BE THERE FOR YOU AND BE RESPONSIBLE! IT’S ABOUT COMING TOGETHER! LET ME HAVE THIS!

8. “What is this Feeling?” from Wicked

Is this a love duet? Depends on who you ask. I personally never saw anything queer in Elphaba and Glinda’s relationship - but as a young teen who identified a lot with Elphaba and also yearned for a true friendship, I can understand that while I was seeing the friendship I wanted, other young queer girls saw the “best friend who might’ve been more” relationship they had growing up. So it’s a matter of perspective. But whether you think Elphaba and Glinda loved each other romantically or platonically, THIS SONG IS THE ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS BANGER WE ALL NEED IN OUR LIVES.

7. “The Finale” from She Loves Me

Now, I know this is not a traditional love duet, but it’s the first actual happy duet we get from the two leads where they’re not at odds and they’re talking over each other with happiness and excitement and you the audience are grinning like an idiot because they finally figured it out and it ends in a desperate euphoric kiss and it’s the cutest most satisfying goddamn thing.

6. “Cover You” from RENT

RENT is, I think, one of those musicals that you really love as a teenager and you’re young and queer and angry, and then you get older and realize its flaws and continue to have a fondness for it more out of nostalgia than out of any actual value the show has. I’ve come to be really frustrated with the characters and story in RENT and I don’t think it holds up. Having said that, some of the songs still slap. Maybe it’s the fact that this song is sung by two queer people to one another, but I still really love it and I still get a li’l flutter in my heart when I hear I think they meant it, when they said you can’t buy love, but I know you can rent it, under lease, you are my love, on life, all my life.

5. “Take Me or Leave Me” from RENT

Yeah yeah yeah I know, it’s Maureen basically trying to convince Joanne that Maureen’s flirting with everyone and possibly cheating on Joanne (as she did with Mark, her previous partner) is fine and not a big deal, and that’s really not great, and Maureen is not exactly what I would call excellent bisexual rep. BUT THE SONG STILL FUCKING SLAPS OKAY. It’s a super fun song to sing and especially so if you have a partner you can have fun flirting with while you do it, and I really like the idea of two people who are so different still falling for each other but also having the self confidence to say hey, I’m a catch too, you’d better appreciate me.

Does this count as a love duet? I don’t know. I also don’t care. I’m not a romantic, folks.

4. “In a Crowd of Thousands” from Anastasia

Again, not sure if you could strictly call this a love duet because it’s not two people singing about their love for one another, it’s two people singing about a memory that they realize, two thirds of the way through, they actually share. But that’s also the moment they realize they’re in love with each other - and the moment they realize they can never be together. That ending bit when Dmitri drops to his knee and says “Your Highness” fucking kills my fragile heart every goddamn time. Fuck. Stab me, it would be kinder.

3. “As Long as You’re Mine” from Wicked

Anyone surprised I picked a love duet that happens during a sex scene? No? That’s what I thought. Look I’m not a very traditionally romantic person. And I legitimately kinda swoon over lyrics like borrow the moonlight until it is through and I’ll be right here holding you. There’s something desperate and defiant about this song, two lovers who know they’re working on borrowed time but also say fuck it they can’t take this night, and this feeling, from us.

2. “Something Good” from The Sound of Music

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood? Perhaps I had a miserable youth? Right from those opening lines I’m breathless. The only reason I’m not crying is because I’m too busy trying to remember how to breathe as Maria and the Captain sing in tender, quiet words about how surely, despite their self-perceived mistakes and flaws, they must have done something truly good in order to earn the love of the good, wonderful person in front of them. I don’t know there’s just something inherently beautiful about two people wildly in love with each other who are also completely baffled as to how the other person ended up choosing them. Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could, so somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good. Excuse me I need to go watch this again.

1. “This is Life” from Bandstand

FUCKING LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE DROWNING IN MY OWN EMOTIONS. NOBODY TOUCH ME NOBODY LOOK AT ME. I WILL NEVER NOT SCREAM OVER THIS SONG. FUCK. FUCK!!!!

[calypsoff]

Twenty Eight. Part 2

I didn’t expect me to be this way, I didn’t expect me to be wiping my tears like this “You're a shooting star I see, A vision of ecstasy” Robyn’ and I eyes met as she sang, I felt like I put her off as she closed her eyes. Robyn is pushing through this so much, I couldn’t be anymore proud. Wiping my eyes as I walked off “woah” hitting into Rich “you good?” he asked, nodding my head. I just want to get backstage; I can’t wait to hold her. She is such a strong woman to be doing this, like I would have walked off because that is just too much, walking by the screaming fans but you know what. They have really helped Robyn sing through it, they were chanting her name, singing the lyrics with her. But they are annoying still, I need to stop wiping my tears, but I can’t stop crying, it hurt to know that she went through that. I felt her pain through it, I was there with her “oh Chris” Mel hugged me, unexpected but she hugged me, and it was nice. Wrapping my arm around her “I saw you crying, and then she was crying. I am so sorry for your loss, it’s so heart-breaking” nodding my head “she is strong to do this, I can’t even deal” moving back from the hug, Mel placed her arm around me as we made our way backstage. I can’t wait to just hug her when she gets off that stage, I am so glad I came here. Imagine if I didn’t come, I would have felt awful and I hate when I am stubborn towards Robyn but that is just me. I need to be more giving, I say this, but I won’t because that is me, I am dumb at times.

Everyone is just waiting for Robyn to come off stage, me I am about to push everyone out of the way “come on” I said to myself, Tina is stood waiting with a robe to put on her but they don’t understand I am about to push everyone out of the way “she is coming” someone said, seeing my emotional twin stepping down the steps “move” I pushed everyone out of the way, even Tina got pushed because I don’t care “Chris” holding onto her wrist, my baby is still crying “come here” grabbing her waist and picking her down, Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck as she sobbed out “I am so proud of you” carrying her away and placing her down on the ground “I am so sorry I wasn’t here for you for the first time around, I am so so sorry” I feel so bad about it, rubbing her back “I can’t believe I lost our baby, why me” everyone is staring, like some did know, some didn’t and the some that didn’t are staring in shock “you’re making me cry” closing my eyes “let it out, I am here for you” such a weird silence backstage, you can hear the chatter and screaming of people and the silence back here, the sobbing of Robyn has halted people and the people that overheard what she said, they put their head down “you did great you know that, you know you did” I said trying to make her feel better “I am not great Chris, I let it happen. I couldn’t stop it, I knew it was happening, I did it. That song will always be connected to that moment, I was in pain and I did nothing” I swallowed hard, this is horrible for us both.

Moving back from the hug, placing my hands at the side of Robyn’ face and wiping her tears with my thumb “stop it” my voice jerked, I hurt for her so much “I am sorry” she put her head down “and then I saw you there, I made you cry too” putting my head down “you had me choked up, let’s get on the bus to go ok?” Robyn nodded her head, letting her hands go. Her entourage were all still here, waiting to do their job but all they got was Robyn and I crying, emotional to say. Tina placed her robe around Robyn “I need to take my tour outfit off before I leave this building so follow me” nodding my head, I ain’t the type of nigga to cry in front of anyone but Robyn had me choked up so much “I am sorry” looking to the side of me, Jay Brown just there “I am sorry for your loss, to both of you. I didn’t know that happened” nodding my head, I guess a lot of people didn’t know but they do now. Walking off behind Robyn, I guess I didn’t care at first and I can admit I didn’t, I did but then I didn’t but to be in that circle with Robyn. To feel how she felt, to know she craves that. And to know the pain women go through, I will never forgive myself for making Robyn feel like she couldn’t tell me. Because I made her feel that way, I love her too damn much. She isn’t no regular chick; she is the love of my life and I would do anything for her. Even though I tend to be hard headed but with Robyn, I would give up my lung for her.

Walking up the steps after Robyn and onto the bus “you got your suitcases on this bus yes?” Robyn asked, she is always checking on me “yes I do, Jen told me. Don’t worry about it, let’s just relax” placing my hands at the side of Robyn’ waist “I am going to my room at the back, I will be back out soon” Robyn said to the girls “does that include me? Do I come” Robyn placed her hands over mine “you know damn well it does” I chuckled as we walked by the rows of bunks to get to the back, I am glad I am here for Robyn. Robyn moved her hands away from my hands to open the door “I just want to spend time with you, I have a headache. I took some painkillers anyways” closing the door behind me “I can imagine, I am super proud of you though. Like you pushed through, you had me crying. Like I do feel that guilt that you couldn’t come to me because I was being an asshole” taking my shoes off “it is something I need to move on from, we need to move on from but I will once I get what I want. But like I said to my mom I need to do this but let god do it, and let god bless us. The thing is, it’s not just my baby. It was yours too so I do want you to feel that way, I do want you to mourn it because why shouldn’t you. When we had sex, when that was made it was done with you there too you know” Robyn got choked up “I probably sound crazy but I loved you from the start and all I see it as, that we are making a baby out of love because I don’t know about you, I don’t see myself with any other man, I don’t see myself being this way with anyone else, I don’t feel comfortable to allow another man to touch me, love me. So having a baby with you it feels natural” licking my top lips nodding my head “you know, it’s difficult because as a man I don’t know how to feels to lose a baby. But to see you on that stage, to see you cry to feel your pain through those song words. I felt it, and it’s horrible to feel. Imagine singing stay when you’re losing, it’s just” taking in a deep breath “hard, and shit. If we was together back then, I would have put a baby in you because I was in that live for the moment dude. Shit you are beautiful, why wouldn’t I. I just feel like I do now, as an adult. I shy away from a lot of things, but your mom is right let god bless us. But this time I ain’t going to be no bitch nigga, I am going to be grown about this. I don’t deserve you in the first place, even to begin with. Look at you, you’re even beautiful when you cry” Robyn snorted laughing “be quiet, just snuggle me and rub my head please” I will rub anything of hers.

Lightly racking my hand through her hair as she rested her eyes, not sure if she is asleep or just resting her eyes “if I never went back, let’s say I lived in VA for the rest of my life because I loved it there. Where do you think we would be?” Robyn is awake, well and truly is “erm, well I wouldn’t have got locked up. I think we would probably be on baby number three” Robyn chuckled “see, I knew that. Chile, thank god I left. I wouldn’t be able to feel my pussy anymore when you done with me” she is so cute “keep doing that though, I am going to fall asleep” Robyn has my arm trapped under her and then my other hand just racking through her hair, I am trapped here “I think it’s crazy how much I fell for you, like you would need to be there. Well you would need to be me to know how I felt, you were my best friend but yet I loved you and it was hard. And then anyone that would even utter a word saying she is from the islands; they would just say that. I would be pissed off, like you would always tell me the things wrong with you, which didn’t ever phase me. That one time I got you angry because you got a spot on your forehead and you shouted that you were on your period and you’re getting on my nerves, you shut me up so quick. Oh god, I just wish you told me where you went. You hurt me for that and then I had to see you on TV, that hurt” looking over at her, the mouth breather is asleep “of course she is” pressing a kiss to her cheek, she is annoying making me speak without her listening.

Seeing as I am trapped under Robyn, I ain’t got nothing to do but go on my phone and just scroll through shit and go through messages from my clothing line. I really don’t care if any celebrity Seeing as I am trapped under Robyn, I ain’t got nothing to do but go on my phone and just scroll through shit and go through messages from my clothing line. I really don’t care if any celebrity messages me now saying can you drop me something, I ain’t about to leave Robyn for shit. I do that once I leave this tour, Robyn said I will depart when she goes to Canada and that will be it. I won’t leave her side for shit right now, luckily nobody has messaged besides some weird people that the boys can answer, switching my Instagram page to my own page. I be gaining followers every damn day on this bitch, tapping on my tagged photos. I wonder if it’s full of my dick print posts, I mean I don’t mind that shit. Oh it’s different now, tapping on the video. I watched it on mute because Robyn is asleep, oh brother. Of course her ugly fans have got me crying, oh shit. Backing out of the post and tapping on the side by side photo someone has done, well a fan of hers. I look like some little bitch trying to hide my face, scrolling down to the caption ‘OMG! They are the cutest. He really loves her’ rolling my eyes, her fans need to be banned from doing these things. Pulling a face and adding a comment to the page ‘I do love her’ pressing send on the comment. Tapping on the plus sign, scrolling through my pictures. Most of these pictures is designs, ok here we are. Let me post this picture of Robyn when we went to the Cabin, I was actually taking a selfie of me, but Robyn was busy staring at the full moon that was so bright, she looks so pretty but yet content. Adding the caption ‘Super proud of you twin, today was hard for you, for me, for us. You did this, you did that twin, and I am ever so proud of you. I love you to the moon and back, my twin flame, on that soulmate shit. My childhood sweetheart, I love you @badgalriri’ pressing send on the post, that shit was mushy as fuck.

See how I stayed with Robyn, but I fell asleep and she left me, and they are out there having a damn party. See how rude Robyn is, rubbing my eyes. Dang, how long was I gone for, my boredom must have put me to sleep. Tapping my side button to check on my phone, I have a few missed calls but I can’t be bothered. Let me see what the fuck they are doing out there, shuffling off of the bed. Pulling down my sweatpants, Robyn disapproved of sweatpants, but I am sorry, they are comfy. Placing my feet in the slides, they are really just having a party out there but it’s good that Robyn is having fun, I want that for her. Walking by the rows of bunk beds but then I realised I need to pee so I turned back around, let me pee before Robyn says my dick look too big in it “oh if it’s not mr I am not good enough for my haircuts” oh this is Yusuf “I never said that” I said defending myself “just know baby I could have done better, when you need a weave on your head don’t come to me baby, my doors are closed” I ain’t even do anything “anyways, I just finished in there good luck boo” pulling a face at him, he is too sassy for me.

Mel pointed at me “I thought you said he was banned from sweatpants” oh god they all know about this “what?” I said smirking all confused “mhmm, we discussed things. Sit with me” Robyn waved me over patting the seat “or you can sit next to me, this is the better side. If you sit on that side it’s the bitter bitch side” Mel is making me want to sit on her side “I have to sit with Robyn, because y’all don’t hear her if I don’t” shuffling to Robyn, sitting next to her as everyone booed out “how you so whipped by her? Jeez, we only wanted to even the game out, Robyn tells him he can sit here” Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck “nope, he stays with me, take Jen. I rather Chris sit with me “Chris has to be picked on then, truth or dare” I sighed out “is that why y’all screaming? Dang, I should have stayed in the bedroom but I ain’t no bitch nigga either so dare” I don’t care “suck Robyn’ toes” my head snapped in Robyn’ direction “you told them this!?” I spat, Robyn’ face softened confused “what, no?” the whole bus went into hysterics “you are so dumb, I didn’t say anything to nobody. You said dare, you just made a scene” looking around everyone as they continued to do the most “he’s done it already, nope. None-void. You suck toes now Mr Brown? Is this who we are” Yusuf said, my cheeks became very red “I didn’t say anything” I am not here for this “move on! Please” Robyn spat “ok we change it to truth, so Chris what is your favourite body part you like to suck on with Robyn of course?” I am still suck on the fact I put myself in that situation and they now know “her neck, like on god. I have to always suck on that, I love her neck a lot” Yusuf snorted laughing “and ten toes too” I hate myself, I really do.

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hii!!! i wanted to ask what are you top 5 rinharu scenes? :D

Hello:) Oh hell, this is kinda hard. I guess you mean like from the anime, not like from all the rinharu moments? So I can’t pick like cds and books and etc stuff, right? If so, then I’m gonna say and I don’t know in what order tbh but:

1. The meeting with australian parents. It was just priceless for so many reasons. I can’t even decide what was the sweetest part in all of this. It was just a gift that kept giving xD Firstly, they saw Haru and immediately knew that it was him, cause he’s just the way Rin described him including his beautiful eyes, then we found out that Rin has talked about Haru all the time and how much he adores him, then we found out that Rin asked for them to make Haru mackerel.

Then was just my favorite when Russel asked if Rin has a girlfriend yet, instead of just normally saying no, Rin went “ehhhhhhh... well...mmmm” and they were like “I guess he’s a late bloomer.” and I was like “no, he bloomed just fine, when he was 13 he had a dream where he undressed Haru to suck on his shoulder” lmao

I’m still 100% sure though that Lori knows :D

Also, cause at first Haru just couldn’t believe that Rin wants to include him in such private thing, but then we know how Haru was hurting cause he always wanted to be a part of Rin’s world and he missed this part, so it was so touching how he was trying so hard to catch and understand everything they were saying, and then how he was looking at little Rin’s pictures... I cry, poor baby even forgot to eat.

2. The sakura scene. No matter what happens in Free! nothing will ever beat the most romantic scene on the show. They can unsuccessfully copypaste everything, but a scene like that nobody will ever get.

And this literally looks like a classic kdrama thing where the main couple realise that they love each other and they’re the only one in the world. It’s the classic in a heterosexual romantic animes too.

The last part obviously for the gem, but the whole scene from the very beginning to the very end was the classic scene that everyone has read in fic from that meme where they’re both yelling at each other, but then one screams “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU MORON!” and the other one is stunned lmao That was basically what happened, but they couldn’t put it that way, but everyone thought about it lol I think there was even a fake subs for that on youtube.

Haru softly smiling and his eyes shining when his crybaby Rin is back with his “I just wanted to swim with you” is just the cutest thing ever. Plus, I love how Rei was so done with them in that scene, this was just a cherry on top haha

3. The bench scene. Starting with Haru dropping his fried mackerel once he heard somebody say “Rin”, then busting into the room and being like “what? is something wrong with my bae?” and emergency calling him in the middle of the night. Like why did they cut after Rin picking up the phone, I wanted to see Rin’s face when he heard Haru saying to him “meet me on the bench in the park” and hanging up xD

Rin’s heartattack when he thought Haru was interested in Gou is just LMAO Haru was looking at him like he was speaking engrish haha

But one of my favorites of course because of the moment when Haru says that Rin was the one who made him want to have a future, a future with him. He was like “YOU MADE ME WANT ALL OF THIS... and NOW YOU’RE GONNA JUST DROP ME, LIKE HELL YOU WILL, YOU.. YOU PRETTY PIECE OF MEAT.. i mean, shit”. I think he himself didn’t expect that he would get so emotional himself. He clearly didn’t even think anything logically through (cause actually it was pretty dumb to think that Rin would’ve suddenly quit now for basically no reason), he was that scared at the mere thought. Imagine that.

And Rin just made it even better when he decided to even the score so Haru wouldn’t be the only one putting his heart out there, he clearly saw that Haru was abashed by this, so Rin went and said that just swimming with him would be enough for him. Do you not get? He just wanted to be with Haru before he leaves, and fuck the party.

And god, Haru was so fucking cute when he said “just that is enough?”. Like “Really? Just me?” Just.. just look at this cupcake.

You’re enough, baby, have you seen the way he looks at you? Did you not get the you’re “the shining” from his essay?

4. Hotel in Australia. First, why nobody talks about the fact that Haru didn’t even want to go and change the rooms, he didn’t even ask for it? And damn, he looked so sad when Rin said that he’s gonna go and ask for another room, I’m dying

The bed talk was pure magic. From the Rin who was like “didn’t I tell you how much I adore you. I know it’s like for the 4th time today, but still". I love how Rin said everything just so so right, that it hurts. How he still remembers the day they met (frozen he held his breath haha). I love how he blushed and smiled so happily when Haru quickly said “me too”. All the Haru’s realization that apparently Rin feels the same way as he did all this time. How Rin said that he even forgot that he lost, cause all the feelings were washed away and he only thought of how amazing Haru is. How he inspires him to move forward and how much easy it all is when he’s there with him and how he wants a future with him, so they could feel like this every day.

I mean he described it all so tempting, that Haru was like “I really want all of that”. And I can tell that he wanted it from the very beginning, he just same as Rin didn’t know it how to formulate all that he feels, but at that moment all the puzzle pieces started to finally come together.

5. Like I’ve already said here. The fence scene holds a special place in my heart for many reasons, Haru’s sass, Rin’s voice, the fact that they absolutely lose control and forget how to breathe and think when they’re this close to each other, but mainly cause it was the moment when it all went down the hill for me.