#and was tempted to send sorry but I dont do fluff

[kumezyzo]

i was rewatching the dream team all stars MCC and was thinking about streamer!reader cause im actually sick in the head :) so now everyone else has to deal with it 😌 so, as much as i love bad, reader does happen to be an honourary Dream Team member according to bf!sapnap.....

i like to think during this time (Nov. 2021) reader and sapnap are well into their talking stage and like, reallyyyy close to dating (they prolly start dating two weeks after this stream of sum). so this is technically crush!sapnap [so cutee]

also just bsf!george and dream moments cause why not (and cause i need some more fluff to feel gud)

lots of swearing (particularly fbombs lol)

so enjoy.... or dont lol :) m.list

crush!sapnap who cant help but giggle when you text him about the 'serpnerp and gerge' bit he did before the event started. when you ask about the fake kisses they gave eachother, he would be tempted to text you back with "i could give you real ones if you want" but refrains from it.

crush!sapnap who secretly had your stream pulled up on the side just so he could see your face as you hyped yourself up for the event.

if youre faceless, he'd just want to listen to you and hear the way you pause to read a text he sends you. he'd feel so cocky if you happened to quietly giggle at something you he sent you.

crush!sapnap who forgets youre on the call for a moment when he makes comments about needing to take a shit...

"if i really wanted to, i could insta-shit"

"ew wtf 😭"

"i actually forgot you were here for a moment, my bad" (he would be blushing so hard)

crush!sapnap who hypes you up so much during parkour tag (and makes sure youre not getting tagged) when youre the last person to be tagged

bsf!george who also hypes tf out of you when youre tagging people. he gets so loud that you have to tell him to stfu at times

crush!sapnap who subconsciously tries to protect you during the first round of sky battle until you call him out for it

"sapnap, dont worry about me! just try to get the other fucking teams. holy fuck..."

"y/n is getting toxic~"

"george shut the fuck up."

(it was mostly cause dream was getting heated at you but dw sap gets it 😌)

bsf!dream who blames you for a block placement glitch during sky battle

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!"

it led to a strange disagreement about where you were standing before crush!sapnap interjected and told you guys to leave it be. (we stan)

crush!sapnap who feels his heart flutter when you giggle about heated dream was getting over you standing on a rail in grid runners.

bsf!george who gets very hyped when you dont mute yourself during ace race.

"y/n are you muting yourself?"

"nope, are you?"

"LETS GOOO! ITS JUST Y/N AND GOGY"

"Lets go!!!!...... but shut the fuck up a little"

crush!sapnap who tries to gather your materials whenever you need them during buildmart and ultimately pisses off dream when he doesnt bring back what people need.

"Sapnap, how the fuck are you leaving but not bringing back fucking anything we actually need!?!?"

"okay! okay, what do you need?!"

bsf!dream who gets wayyyy too heated at you during battle box.

"y/n just use the fucking bow!"

"i am you dumb fuck!"

"oh my-"

crush!sapnap who gets annoyed too, but tries to not direct it towards you.

"george if theyre building to middle, block them!"

"y/n is supposed to be covering me!"

"they are, so pull your weight!"

bsf!dream who gets yelled at by his chat for yelling at you.

'say sorry to y/n'

"what? you know what, fuck y/n! ive known them for over 5 years, im not saying sorry!"

"good! i dont want your apology anyway! we are no longer friends!"

"good!"

(literal toddlers lol)

crush!sapnap who says a small 'hi' when he passes by you in sands of time. even if youre in the same call. and have been for 2 1/2 hours.

dteam who just lets you do youre own thing in the last to games of the event (sands of time & tgttos).

"i actually havent hear y/n speak in like five minutes," george said with an impressed smile. "i thought they just left the call for a moment, ha."

"me too for a second-"

"both of you shut the fuck up, im tired and tryna get this over with."

"PFFFT-"

bsf!george who could help but cackle when you yell at him during dodgebolt.

"george if you dont stop talking about the arrow, i will fly to london and shove it so far up your ass-"

crush!sapnap who calls you after both of you end your streams to talk about how you feel after the event.

"how are you doing, you seemed..."

"angry? annoyed?"

"tired..."

crush!sapnap talks with you until either one of you has to hang up. you feel like youre back in highschool talking to your crush for hours on end.

ngl, i dunno how i feel about this one. it might be too much tbh but im tired asf writing this and dont wanna change much. and i got a little carried away having fun writing it....sorry... -Nony

[werejusttouchingeachother]

Date Night

Req:  i was wondering if you could do a smut w nct’s jaehyun. really fluffy and preferably sub jae w mommy reader? 

Words: 1742

Genre: smut (m)

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

A/N: I have no excuses for the title honestly this has got to be the shittiest title I have ever given anything I have ever written but it’s late and I can’t think of anything better that won’t require me to edit and add more dialogues but whatever anyway, to the anon that requested this, thank you for sending this in and let me know what you think! I apologise if the fluff is cringy and weird, this is my first time writing fluff, hence the looooong delay (i rewrote this a million times and I’m still not satisfied ahh) but I hope you like it 💕

The sun has long set when Jaehyun pulls up the car to the back of the dormitory, slowly parking it at the secluded driveway that was reserved only for the members and managers.

The two of you sit in silence, his hand clasped around yours over your thighs, thumb tracing slow soothing circles onto the back of your palm.

Both of your gazes are fixed on the time shown in green right near the digits of the radio station that was playing faintly in the car. You couldn’t help but feel a lump in your throat as Jaehyun tightened his grip on your hand when he noticed where your eyes were, not making a move to let go.

It was always like this—in fact, it had happened often enough that you should be used to it by now—the heavy feeling pressing down on both of your chests as you sat in this same car every night after spending time together, trying to prolong the moments until you had to part.

Dating an idol was never easy and it probably never will be—you knew this when you first said yes to Yoonoh when he had asked you out.

But now as you watched him give you a small forced smile that didn’t meet his sad puppy-eyes which were already working their spell on you and keeping you rooted to your seat, it was difficult to regret saying that ‘yes’. And as you raised your hand to place it gingerly on his cheek, you felt your heart melt into a puddle as he leaned into your touch, dimples finally coming out as he smiled more genuinely.

How could you resist that contagious smile, never mind regret being the cause of it?

“Yoonoh,” you say his name in a hushed whisper, the word falling from your lips like a dark secret that was meant only for his ears. He closes his eyes upon hearing it, and you know he’s cherishing the sound of his real name, the way that only you could make it sound endearing and melt him in an effect akin to that his smile had on you.

You’d decided that you’d only ever call him by that name when you saw the way that he was slightly taken aback at you mentioning it during your first date, the tips of his ears reddening as he stumbled over his words.

He wasn’t the nation’s perfect boyfriend, NCT Jung Jaehyun when with you.

No, with you, he was Jung Yoonoh, the dorky man who sent you videos of him singing 'Baby Shark’ in a chipmunk voice using the Snapchat bunny filter with captions like “will you still love me if I sounded annoying like this?” at one in the morning after a late schedule, followed by more squeaky bunny videos of him whining when you chided at him to sleep and get some rest.

You force the next words out of your mouth, mentally preparing yourself for negative responses so that you could spare yourself from the disappointment as you ask, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Yoonoh’s face slightly falls as a soft sigh escapes his lips, hand clasping yours and lowering it to his lap so that he could intertwine his long fingers with yours.

“I have practice,” he mumbled softly, the regret already tinting his tone as he continues, “There’s some meeting around noon about our upcoming schedules for the winter showcase and then… yeah. More practice.”

This was another thing you were supposed to be used to now but no amount of mental prepping would even help to lessen the disappointment when you hear about yet another busy day that he has planned out, one that you had no part of.

Reading the expression on your face, Yoonoh’s hand grips yours tighter to get your attention.

“Hey,” he says softly, his other hand reaching to caress your cheek. “Don’t worry. You can come here at night or… I’ll come to your place. Or—”

"Yoonoh,” you say, smiling as you press your lips to the back of his fingers lightly. “It’s fine. You need to rest more. I’ll just see you when I see you.”

He pouted at this, plush lip sticking out. “But I want to see you. I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” you whisper, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

Yoonoh searches your eyes for a moment before leaning forward. You meet him halfway, placing your lips gently on his over the gearshift. His hand snakes around the nape of your neck, holding you firmly as he deepens the kiss, mouth moving against yours. A soft whimper sounds in your throat as he sucks your lower lip into his mouth, the action causing sparks to fly over all your nerves.

You wrap both your arms over his broad shoulders, pressing as much of your torso against his as you could with the gear in between you two as you lick his lower lip for entrance.

Yoonoh immediately relents, his own tongue finding its way in between your parted lips. Your body is quick to respond to every move he makes, warming beneath his fingers as you arch into him. His hands grab your hips and you pull away from his mouth with a gasp as you breathe heavily, “Yoonoh-ah, we can’t, someone could—”  

“Its okay, it’s dark here, no one will see us,” he assures you quickly, already trying to help you up. You don’t put up much of a fight, climbing over the gearshift and settling down on his lap in such a way that you skirt is splayed around your thighs that are straddling his legs.

Yoonoh’s hands immediately rest on your exposed thighs, his fingers feeling cool against you skin as you press yourself completely against him. You kiss him heatedly, hair falling around both your faces like a curtain.

His expensive perfume that you were addicted to and his natural musky odour enveloped your senses as you slightly shifted on his lap, feeling his hardness right against your clothed core. Yoonoh groaned lowly, fingers digging into your thighs as you grinded against him slowly. You moved your hips up and down in an almost torturous sensual dance, teasing both of you slowly until he was panting against your mouth.

“Babe,” he sighed and you pulled away from his lips, eyes meeting his wide ones. You cocked your head to the side, pulling your hair over your shoulder as your fingers worked on unzipping the fly of his jeans and pulling him free from the restraints of his clothes. You began riding him then, your panty dampening with both of your wetness and sticking to your folds such that you could move your clit against his length perfectly, the sparks of pleasure causing you to bite your lip to not moan out loud.

Yoonoh’s pupils were dilated as he gazed up at you, watching you ride him like you were the most beautiful sight that he’d ever seen. He recognised the look in your eyes, hands coming up from your thighs to rest firmly on your hips as you moved them over his bare erection.

You placed your hands on his shoulders as you started moving slower, breathing heavily with every torturously slow brush of your clit against him.  

Yoonoh makes a whimpering sound of protest and you lean forward, latching your mouth onto his neck.

“What is it, baby boy?” You mutter and smirk as you feel his dick immediately twitch beneath you at the name, his favourite words falling from your mouth and echoing in the car, the words that always lead to his undoing.

You suck on the soft skin at his throat, kissing and nipping at it while moving your hips slowly until you feel his fingers digging almost painfully into your sides, hard enough to bruise.

“Use your words, baby,” you whisper in his ear, tongue licking a stripe right below it before taking the soft earlobe into your mouth.

“Let me cum,” Yoonoh breathes heavily, his voice thick with the most beautiful mix of desire and desperation. “Mommy, please.”

You smile in victory at the words that you’d been waiting for, raising your head to meet his eyes as you press your hands harder on his shoulders for support, almost pinning him back to the seat as you finally move your hips faster. Both of you exhale in sweet relief at the quick pace as you start grinding harder against him, the soft and wet fabric of your panty sticking to your folds and rubbing you just right with your movements, the friction causing your chest to heave with short breaths as the pleasure grows higher.

“Faster, mommy,” Yoonoh begs and you comply, grinding on him as quickly as you can, ignoring the dull ache in your thighs. He grabs your hips in impatience and you feel him slightly raising himself as he thrusts into you, helping you ride him harder.

It doesn’t take long until he falls apart, your hips moving swiftly as you feel him jerk beneath you, soaking your panties with his warm cum. His head falls back on the headrest as you continue moving, hitting your own orgasm a few seconds after his and Yoonoh is still cumming when you do.

The windows of the car are fogged up, both your bodies feeling entirely too warm and flushed in the air-conditioned car as you lean back against the dashboard, brushing back the hair that was matted to your sweaty forehead.

You meet Yoonoh’s eyes that were already focused on you, his cheeks tinted pink and lips swollen. His hands come around your sides suddenly, placing them flat on the dashboard as he leans forward and kisses you sweetly.

You relax into the kiss, shifting on his lap and then freeze immediately, remembering how you’re basically sopping. Yoonoh opens his eyes and you pull away, trying not to move much as you say, “Don’t stain your pants, all the guys are at the dorm and they’ll never let you hear the end of it. I let you mess up my skirt for a reason, Jung Yoonoh.”

He smiled cheekily. “You should have just let me finish inside you then rather than playing hard-to-get and being a tease.”

You kiss him then, grinning at his words as you promise, “Tomorrow night, baby boy. Same time, same place. I’ll even skip the panty for you.”

[despairots]

Alright,

1.(platonic)what if the reader returned to the ashes and found all of their family still alive they dont look amazing but they are alive and well, and the reader manages to get them to the college and introduces them to everyone.

2.(romantic) the reader ends up falling in love with luminos (I can't spell his name right) and gets dragon-naped and luminos manages to save them

3. (romantic)Or reader saving No-No from a dragon but this time it's not a drill from the principal

4. (Romantic) The reader having a half form of a dragon like horns and wings, and (character, I can't choose who I like them all) gets them to come out of their shell and show the others of the college

(these are just a few I don't want to bore you, if you don't like them I can send you different ones!)

#   ⌒ ALIVE AND WELL

𖥦 ˖⁩ ࣪ ִֶָ going back to the past isn’t the choice but maybe it was this time.

★ ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) › dragon raja x gn!reader && luminous x gn!reader — platonic, fluff, dragon raja.

reader is anything of your choice like weapon type!

i’m sorry if you wanted me to do something different then the first :( also thank you for requesting! <3 i’m sorry for coming to this request so late, i had a few things to finish! i wanted to kinda combine the 2 and 1 one but only with the luminous x reader.

warnings: small spoilers for dragon raja!

going back to the past wasn’t the best option you made, caesar told you he could tag along but you declined… you wanted to scavenge the place, maybe could find if they were alive and well.

“caesar! i’m heading off!” i half-assed waved at him before hopping onto the helicopter.

“i can come with you!” he yelled through the loud choppers, “nah! i think i’m good!” i yelled back, closing the doors shut. i furrowed my eyebrows, looking through the window, ‘just to find things… just to find things.’ i thought.

maybe they were alive, i shook the thought away, i saw them die… they couldn’t possible be alive, they’re dead, renata wasn’t and apparently z wasn’t dead too.

dead… i always said they were but never checked up on proof, yeah, i saw them die in front of me but that doesn’t mean they’re dead.

here we are, i whistled getting off the helicopter, the choppers whirring down.

childhood memories, i smiled at the thought, walking through the gates, the place was technically ashes by now and it wasn’t in the best condition.

i winched at the sight, i head to my room, slightly opening the door and hearing the familiar squeaky sound you would hear when you open a rusted gate. my eyes widened seeing a familiar little girl.

“vera?” she looked older, a lot more mature and a little bit taller but she still had to voice, “y/n…” she didn’t look in the best condition either, she ran up to and grabbed my hand.

“we’re so happy that you’re alive!” i furrowed my eyebrows, we? who’s we? “uh, vera… who’s we?” she grinned before dragging me to the big, ruined christmas tree.

there we sherman, khorkina, anton and ivan, they weren’t in good shape either like vera.

i felt small tears prick my eyes, they were alive… vera had a tiny smile, “i thought you guys died, i-i saw you guys die.” i whimpered as ivan came up to me, my family was alive… “we don’t know what happened but we’re alive.” i smiled at him before pulling him into a hug.

“you’re such a crybaby.” khorkina scoffed but she tried to hide the tempting smile, i smirked at her before looking at sherman and anton, “uh- sorry for like accidentally killing you, ehehe.” i nervously chuckled.

he waved it off, “all good.” he calmly smiled as sherman excitingly waved at me, “how… how long were you guys stranded here?” i questioned with a concerned look.

they shrugged, i sighed before pinching my nose, i guess i could take them back to the collage and introduce them.

“um, do you guys wanna come with me? i-i mean i brought a helicopter.” i awkwardly ask, khorkina looked shocked, “really?!” she exclaimed, excitement lingering in her tone.

i nodded with a smile before guiding them to the helicopter as we chatted, “hey, y/n?” i hummed, again, looking through the window, “do you have significant other?” i tensed up at that.

“where-where did you get that from!?” i yelled at ivan who held a teasingly grin, “i don’t know, but it’s been so long i thought you would’ve already have one.” i deadpanned at him.

“really?” this dude, weird noises came out of my mouth before i started to laugh.

it’s nice being reunited with my family.

“i thought you were just getting some things not some people.” caesar tapped his shoe against the marbled floor, “well, you see-“ i rubbed my nape.

“you don’t always have to care, y’know.” johann defended making him and caesar get into another fight. “you two are literally children.” luminous commented entering the room, “remember, i’m marrying one of them.” NoNo said making caesar’s mouth drop.

“my heart.” caesar dramatically gasped, i rolled my eyes, “well, i want to introduce my family.” i gestured to the 5 people behind me, “they’re names are anton, khorkina, vera, ivan and sherman.” they all awkwardly waved.

the 4 people waved at them, “that’s caesar, johann chu, luminous and NoNo.” i introduced the other 4 people to my family, “nice meeting y/n’s family!” luminous broke the awkward silence with a tiny smile, “come! we’ll take you guys on a tour.” NoNo spoke before luminous barged in.

“um, i need to take to y/n real quick if you’re okay.” i nodded at him before he guided my outside with a flustered look, “u-uh, look, we’ve known each other for quite a long time.” i playfully rolled my eyes.

“if you’re trying to say you like me, i don’t mind.” i smirked at his flustered look, “i like you too, don’t worry.” i grabbed his collar before bringing him into a sweet kiss. he made a weird squeak before responding to the kiss by placing his hands onto the back of my neck and onto my waist.

“hey lovebirds! let’s go, we’re waiting!” caesar poke his head out of the door before pulling his head back, i grinned at luminous before dragging him out of the collage with the rest of my family.

maybe going back wasn’t that bad…

[benwllbond]

If you are still taking Robin/Julian prompts, can I please get some fluff with the two of them teaming up to play online chess and talking smack about their opponent?

i hope u enjoy this!! sorry its taken a little while for me to get done, i hope its kind of what u had in mind?? trying to write dialogue for julian is very difficult but i hope its okay!! if anyone has any more robin/julian prompts feel free to send them to me :)

i don't believe this has any spoilers for s3, but if u r super worried, this is written through the lens of having seen season 3, so there may be subtleties or something but i dont think so?

---

Chess had been Julian and Robin’s “thing” for as long as Julian had been at Button House, give or take a few days. They would spend hours sitting at the chess board, initially attempting to teach Robin the basics of the game, and then later trying to keep in their minds the placements of all the pieces as they played.

The board that had sat for years, when Heather owned the house, untouched and gathering dust, had been a host for years of memories, chronicling so many of the major points in what was shared between them, from the very beginning, when Julian had died and Robin had first elected to take part in the game, to now, with Alison and Mike in the house, shaking up their routines completely. It seemed to Julian that all of the most important moments in his death could somehow be linked back to that chessboard.

As such, it made sense that the both of them were resistant to change. The idea seemed sacreligious, almost, and although that would usually push Julian in favour of something, this all felt entirely wrong to him. Alison’s offer to let them leave the table where Julian had first learnt of his ability, the pieces Robin had learnt to play with, although tempting, had initially seemed too much.

Vaguely surprisingly, it was Robin who came around first; possibly it was the man’s familiarity with change - nothing much was left the same over the thousands of years he had lived on the land of Button House - or maybe it was just the intrigue offered by the prospect of the online medium, but after a brief consideration, he was more than willing to give Alison’s suggestion a try - and to pester Julian about it.

“We make good team,” he explained one evening, as they sat in one of the sitting rooms, enjoying the ambiance of the fire, “And we can both win game then!”

Julian did have to concede that he had a point there, but despite how much he enjoyed utilising Alison’s new technologies, he couldn’t quite find himself willing to let go of their little chess board, no matter how ridiculously sappy and pathetic it sounded. The temptation to try this online chess game was strong, but Julian couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

“You just want to make all this extra work for me, don’t you,” he whinged, “Of course you’d go along with it, it's nothing to you!”

He didn’t even have to look to see Robin’s eyeroll.

“You as whiny as Thomas.”

Julian screwed his face up at the idea, before dramatically falling onto Robin, spreading himself out across the couch, his head in the caveman’s lap.

“I guess I can possibly consider doing this,” he groaned dramatically, and Robin couldn’t help but shake his head - he really was becoming far too much like the poet.

Nevertheless, however, he smiled down at Julian, who still had a ridiculously put out expression on his face.

“Love you.”

--

Julian didn’t like admitting he was wrong, but despite the awful cramps he was getting in his hand, if he were being honest, this was awfully fun.

He was still unsure if it was as good as playing against Robin, trying to keep up with where all the pieces had been moved, but it certainly had proven to be fun, so far at least, to play with him instead. It was nice to shake things up a bit, he figured, after 30 odd years of almost daily games, something new was nice.

“Take his prawn!” Robin exclaimed from next to him, animatedly pointing at the screen.

Obligingly, Julian agreed, wincing as he clicked the touchscreen to move the piece. “This is the last game for today, okay? This is hard work for me!”

“You not know hard work if it right in front of you,” Robin muttered, unhappy at the thought of losing his new favourite hobby for the rest of the day.

Before Julian had even had the chance to respond indignantly to that comment, Robin interjected,

“Dickhead!”

When Julian returned his focus to the screen, he saw that their opponent had taken their queen. Yeah, dickhead sounded about right.

The pair spent a moment in silence, staring analytically at the screen, contemplating their next move, calculating their next step. As the timer on the side of their screen continued to count down, Julian’s eyes widened in realisation and he began attempting to click the screen. When he saw what Julian was trying to do, Robin let out a pre-emptive celebratory cheer.

“Checkmate! We win!”

And sure enough, after a couple of attempts where his hand passed through the screen, when Julian managed to move the piece, the screen lit up with the message that they’d won.

“Aha! I told you, not just a handsome face!”

Robin rolled his eyes, but nonetheless, raised his hand, grinning, and Julian high fived him, somewhat reluctantly, because he knew what was going to happen next - the caveman was, if nothing else, predictable.

“We play again?” He asked, looking hopefully at Julian and he grimaced, both from the pain because his hands really were cramping really quite badly, and because he knew, as much as he prided himself in his ability to act in his own self interest, that he wouldn’t be able to say no to Robin.

“Genuinely though, one more game. That’s it, or you have to make Alison come and press all these buttons for you because my hands can not take any more of this! I am a respected politician, and will not stand for being treated like your slave, pressing all these buttons for you… I guess that is the burden of being the most skilled…”

Robin let Julian’s ranting and raving blend into the background for a moment, before deciding he had most definitely had enough - jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow proved to be a good enough solution to that problem.

Before Julian could start on a whole new tangent about his deserved respect, Robin gestured to the screen, reminding him of what was actually important.

“Game on!”

[chocojjk]

Closet

“I thought of a scenario where s/o would be best friends with yangyang (but they both liked each other), one day they was in the dorm spying on kun and he ended up seeing you and to run from you guys locked yourself in your room, s /o pushed yangyang on door so that kun can’t open yangyang ended up being embarrassed for being so close to you, face to face. you can do it smut or fluff, whatever for me, love your writing 💚💚💚”

summary: bff! yangyang stuck in a closet with reader

warnings: suggestive but nothing actually happens, just a bunch of kissing

words: 1.5k

a/n: this was too long to be just a simple date scenario so now its this, not edited as always lol oops.

i hope this meets your expectations anon, enjoy reading! <3

you were chilling at the wayv dorms with your best friend yangyang

the two of you had plans to check out the new restaurant that opened nearby 

but after a very serious conversation 

well,,,

more like,, 

“im too lazy to go, do you just want to stay here and watch movies?”

“yeah”

you guys decided to do just that 

so when kun came home he definitely wasn’t aware of the fact that someone was there

his AirPods in his ears as he danced and sang along obnoxiously to bad alive 

you and yangyang peak through the door, trying to contain ur laughter as kun lets out massive hip thrusts

the man was feeling himself 

yangyang gently pulls you back, a mischievous smile on his face 

“you wanna spy on kun hyung?”

“hell yeah,” you agreed as you quietly cleaned up the room, removing any trace of evidence that the two of you were still in there 

and then yangyang opens his closet, “should we hide in here”

and you just smile at him because it was the perfect place to hide 

the paneled styled closet had holes on it which makes it very easy for the two of you to peek through 

and so you squeeze in there with your favorite brown haired boy 

smiles on your faces 

waiting for kun to enter his shared room with yangyang

after a while, you notice how close you actually were to the boy 

and with the way yangyang suddenly tensed up, you notice that he feels it too 

you guys might be the best of friends but you’ve never been THIS close to each other

your face was literally smushed into his chest so you had to turn your face sideways 

all it takes is for you two to turn at the exact same time and his lips would be on yours 

suddenly, the feelings that you’ve been hiding from the boy in front of you is bubbling up and you feel like you cant breathe 

“maybe this was a bad idea,” you whisper to yangyang as he furiously nods, wanting to get out of the cramped space as much as you do 

and as fast as possible 

but as you try to open the closet, it doesnt budge at all

“umm, yang?”

and he’s just like “oh fuck,” 

“what do you mean, oh fuck!?” you angrily whispered, still keeping as quiet as possible, afraid that kun will discover what was happening 

if kun were to catch you guys, you would be in big trouble 

he probably wont let you in the dorms anymore 

you know this because one time you and yangyang had a food fight in the kitchen and kun didnt let you back in for a month 

what more if he finds out that yall were spying on him?

and yangyang seems to think the same as he quietly whispered a, “i forgot but this closet only opens from the outside,” he admits, an apologetic smile on his face 

“what the fuck are we going to do then???”

“shhhh, y/n, we’ll wait for xiaojun to get home,”

“when is that?!!”

“idk maybe like in an hour?”

an hour

ONE FUCKING HOUR?!?!?

you feel like you were going to throw up 

and it was fucking hot in this closet 

but right as you were about to smack yangyangs shoulder the door opens and you stay as still as possible not even daring to make a sound 

kun enters, food in his hands, as he takes his seat in front of his computer 

he starts watching his own fancams and you and yangyang try to hold back your giggles every time he commented on how great or handsome he was BECAUSE HE IS AND HE SHOULD DO THAT !! I LOVE KUN

the music was loud seeming kun had his computer connected to his gigantic speakers 

being stuck inside the closet wasn’t as bad anymore now that you were distracted and focused on whatever kun was doing 

but that didnt last long because you suddenly started feeling something poking you 

at a very low area may i add

you turn to yangyang, your eyes wide as he tries his best to avoid your stare

“yang, somethings poking me,” you say quietly and he blushes

“im sorry!, i cant control it,” he whispers while you try to hide the smirk that was making its way unto your lips 

you dont know what to do but you definitely needed his dick to stop poking you where you want him the most 

and so you turn around as quietly as possible

but then 

“y/n,” yangyang whispers from behind you, sending shivers down your spine 

you cant believe this is happening right now 

with kun just a couple of feet away from you 

“you made it worse,” yangyang continues after not receiving an answer from you

“oh, im sorry,” you whisper back, quietly giggling, before facing him again 

“do not laugh at me!, i am a normal teenage boy and your hot how am i supposed to keep it down!! y-” he whispers, getting louder with every word

and now youre just nervous because kun might hear him

and so you shut yangyang up by doing the only thing you can think of 

you kissed him 

and as soon as your lips touched his, he didnt hesitate to kiss you back at all

the two of you moving in sync like this was always meant to happen

his hands that were awkwardly at his sides finally making its way around your waists, pulling you closer to him 

and you feel lightheaded because you can feel all of him yet it still wasn’t enough

but you weren’t about to have sex with your best friend 

especially not in his closet while his group mate was in the room 

and yangyang didnt want that either, you meant more to him than that 

kun gets up and exits the room 

you guys pull apart, just staring at each other, reality hitting the both of you like a ton of bricks 

“i cant believe that just happened,” yangyang says breaking the silence 

“do you regret it?” you ask him, afraid of the answer that you might hear 

“no,” he says honestly and you look up at him 

“do you?”

“no.”

yangyang turns your face to him, pressing a soft kiss on your lips

“i cant believe this is how im going to say this but y/n,,, i love you,, in a more than a best friend kind of a way,” he confesses 

and all you do is bring his face down to yours, kissing him again 

you just cant seem to get enough of each other 

“i love you too yang,, in a more than a best friend kind of way”

and even in this dark closet, you can see him smile brightly at you, the same smile that you’ve fallen in love with all these years

and you cant help but mirror his actions 

“so uhmm, do you want me to help you with that?” you tease him and as tempting as it sounds, yangyang scrunches his nose up, a look of disgust displayed on his face 

“no baby, i dont want the first time we touch each other to be in my closet,” he says giggling

but your heart just stops

“i like it when you call me baby,” you whisper, so close to his ear

and yangyang swears if xiaojun didnt enter the room at that moment, he would’ve gone back on what he said and just take you right there 

but xiaojun enters 

and you guys are just like

“xiaojun!!”

poor boy almost had a heart attack because where the hell was that coming from 

“am i dying??” he asks, looking around the room, his hands against his heart 

“xiaojun, you idiot were in the closet!” yangyang yells

“oh”

he opens the closet, “what are you guys doing??”

“nothing!” you say a little too quickly 

“we were spying on kun hyung,” yangyang adds to get rid of any suspicions because he knows damn well that xiaojun catches on quickly 

“okayy,” xiaojun says, eyeing the both of you suspiciously as he makes his way out of the room 

and you and yangyang just look at each other, eyes wide, amazed at how you guys got out of that situation without anyone noticing a single thing 

until 

a pillow was tossed into yangyangs lap while xiaojun runs away yelling “hide your boner before y/n realizes you have a crush on them!”

and that was enough to know that he knows 

realization hits yangyang, “oh god, they’re going to tease the hell out of me,” he says and all you do is laugh at his nervous rambling

“whatever at least im getting some now,” yangyang continues, reassuring himself that hes fine since all youre doing is giggling at him

“excuse me, but you havent “gotten” any,” you point out, eyebrows going up, a playful smile remaining on your lips 

“not yet,” he says smirking before locking his door and pulling you into his lap, finishing what the two of you started 

[seijorhi]

asks

alright i’m compiling these because today was a lot 

i dont think there was even any negative stereotizing of black men bc all of the men in your fics do dark things??? pls ppl be looking for crumbs to hate 😭😭😭

i mean that’s kind of my view. if you’re writing like mainstream fics and characterising aran (and aran alone) as somebody who’s aggressive and rapey and all of that, absolutely, that’s a real red flag, but everybody is equally as awful in my fics. i don’t do fluff or any kind of safe, sane and consensual so??

 Who is aran? And what fandom?

aran is from haikyuu, he’s an outside hitter for inarizaki :)

Please bb write that Aran fic! That man is sexy af and there is not enough content out there for daddy Aran! Please! I’ll give you my whole heart if you write it out of spite!

haha i’m honestly tempted 👀

Lol maybe the aran anon sent to the apology to the wrong creator 😂 

I don’t think it’s nice to tell people to delete their fics cause that uncomfortable. Also it’s not your only JUST writing Aran fics 😂

yeah idk the ask felt very half cocked but it’s whatever

I’m sorry there are people being mean to u :( is there anything I can do to help? Is there a way for you to blog that aran anon?

it’s okay, i’m not really bothered by it – mostly because it doesn’t actually apply to me but anyway lol

Anon, if you don’t like dark content then use the content AND tag filter to block it. I don’t think you understand how both HATEFUL and RUDE it is to demand a writer to delete their fic. If you really dislike their content, then block it. Every single writer does not exist to cater to YOUR preferences. Sorry you’re getting this rude and ridiculous anon Rhi! Thank you so much for writing amazing pieces 💕

it’s all good, bby, but i do agree. tumblr has a blocking system, people should use. also i would never delete a fic just because somebody came to complain to me about it

What’s a moot? Sorry i should know this

a mutual - somebody who you follow and who follows you back :))

Did anon think you were just writing yandere fics for Aran or smth👀 Did they ignore the entire masterlist full of other characters

i don’t think they bothered to think about it, just went straight to jumping down my throat after making an assumption over blindsided

To Aran Anon, don’t you think intentionally excluding the black characters of haikyuu in fanfic writing is inherently ✨ r a c i s t ✨?

I think anon needs a pair of glasses, cause I don’t think they see the bigger picture of this issue.

i understand where they’re coming from i just think that their viewpoint (at least in this case) kinda doesn’t make sense, but hey, they’re entitled to feel how they feel, i’m more irritated that they came up and asked me to delete a fic over it

first time sending something in but i gotta bc wtf is that aran anon on?? like i get that it can be seen as demonizing black men but does anon not know that literally almost every other character is asian lmao dont pick and choose which group of poc can or cant be in dc fics its all in good fun and horniness at the end of the day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also i love you youre one of the few haikyuu dc creators thatll always have me entertained keep it up babes <3

yeah, it’s just all a bit ??? but what’re you gonna do. 

also i love you too thanks for this bby!

Pretty sure I just bombed my Math exam 😢

Please send one good vibe my way it would be appreciated (also big fan of your work, please never stop being great!!!)

aw i’m sorry bby, i’m sending you all the good vibes and love 💕

I’m writing for Oikawa rn and I need help because your yandere Oikawa is so...amazing. What nicknames do you think he uses with reader? Like darling, cutie, sweetheart...anything?

sweetheart, cutie & babe/baby are my go-to’s for oiks :) but darling works too!

hello this is the anon who u made simp for oikawa even tho ive never having seen haikyuu dropping by to say you are my favorite writer!! i picked this flower for u ✿

I LOVE YOU!!!

omg i would love a second fic for final girl! the whole story and concept is super interesting ALSO i love bo kuroo and akaashi 🤍 (i love your fics and ideas in general ily)

well it’s currently winning with 354 votes so :))

So I voted for Final Girl but I'm sure whatever fic wins it will still be a masterpiece but what fic are you rooting for Rhi?

honestly i think i could go for a blindsided part 2 or et tu part 2 efbhjvkl i just wanna write more manager au’s

don't mind me, just coming here say that y'all are really sleeping on Good Girl 😟 It's a total chef's kiss 1000/10 fic.

fdhcbjiewrkoviwhrtj my first hq fic 

Do you read manga or watch anime? 🥺 Where do you watch you’re anime (if you do), I can’t find anywhere to watch after kiss anime was shut down 😭

i watch animes across crunchyroll, hidive and netflix. manga’s i just google but i’ve only read a few

Istg the way you write these fanfics are

I M M A C U L A T E

We love you!

I LOVE YOU TOO THANK YOU SM BBY!

[haosmull8]

Books and Coffee

- I dunno fluff I guess ,

- idol!Namjoon and baraista!reader

-I hope you like it. Feel free to send something if you do like my writing haha (please do) I don’t know why the weird spacing is happening again but oh well.

-Although you two were strange friends with total difrent jobs. Late night trips to your coffee shop with a book of the month and the same order. For once it’s nice to be a person and not a idol.

Enjoy~

“Is it weird?” You asked him while setting down the coffee cup and muffin for him. “ that everyone knows you yet you don’t know them. Mean your stage persona that is!” You looked over at him and set a fork down by the plate. “ yeah, but that’s the price of being a idol. I may not know them. They know me. But I do know that what little i do helps them. Therefor I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He took off the black face mask and smiled a small smile. He looked sleepy after all it was well past 11 but he was still hanging in there “ I thought I told you to make your own drink and snack then to sit over her with me.” He laughed as he pulled out two books from his bag.

Namjoon although a idol and you the local barista made a odd friendship. But he seemed to like it. He made it a ritual to come to the coffee shop every night when the city tends to calm down. He claims it’s cause the coffee is good but won’t tell you it’s cause he likes the conversation you two have. He found out you liked classic books like Great Gatsby , Mice of Men etc. but doesn’t understand why you hate Shakespeare.

“If that’s Hamlet I will wack you with a Croissant!” You yelled as the expresso machine started all you could hear was a laugh but a good one then a “oops sorry. Guess you’ll have to live ” after that. That’s when you grabbed a croissant and walked over ready to wack him by he was already standing up and grabbed it and took a big bite of it “ these are better warm..” he said with a mouth full of food as crumbs fell down onto his shirt. ” first off I’m completely tempted that Shakespeare was a killer and each story was his own doing. And that they don’t make sense. Romeo was 21 and Juliet was 14! For Pete’s sake he could be a child molester! “ you took a a night of the half eaten croissant it caring he took a bite...he was right they are better warm. He let out another laugh and sipped his coffee. “ that makes Quentin Tarantino a serial killer too then.” As he opened sat down and reached for the books. “ Dont you ever diss my man Tarantino.” You said walking back to him with a pice if cheese cake and a espresso , probably your 5th one tonight.

He mentally took notes you seem to like Tarantino movies. After all he is a legend in film making.

He opened your book to the same page as his and looked at you and pointed to the sentence” read it to me.” He smiled

“ I killed my father cause I was a batshit crazy man who wanted power!” You said through a mouth full of cheesecake.

That got a sigh then a laugh.

“ tell me. What is it like being a idol?” You asked closing the book that you obviously weren’t gonna read. “ tiresome but worth it. You train a whole lot. Debut if you can. Produce records then sell them. Pray you make enough to go on tour. Then while in tour produce and try to sight see while you can.” He shrugged and drank his coffee. “ let me guess you don’t sight see as much? You keep working, I do say. mono is a masterpiece. Everything goes has such a special place for me. Thank you.” You sipped your espresso and leaned back in your chair. His face turned red as he said a shy thank you and continued to talk about how it came to be and what it was like releasing it. Then he realized what time it was and that he needed to get back. “ I’m sorry to keep talking so much. I guess I got lost in it. “ he shiny rubbed his neck then started picking his things up except the book that was now yours. You had picked up the dishes on the table. “ I rather you talk about the things you love the most and your feelings about them then you not say anything at all. Don’t be sorry!” You walked past him and put the dishes in the sink to clean. Breaking the rules he walked behind you to grab a extra cloth and cleaning supplies. You guys were closed anyways so what mattered? He started cleaning the table. When you guys were done you loved up and he waited outside with his bad over his shoulder and mask back on. “ I’ll see you tomorrow!” You could tell He was smiling with the way his eyes made half moons. “ I’m off!” You laughed. He opened his arms and gave you a hug. Although you’re friends hugs are very nice still. He waved and ran off to go back to his place. You waved back and went your own way home. You noticed something was in the book he had given you so you opened it. A napkin as a book mark but on the page by the number was marked as a time and by it was a address to a bookstore. “ go here at this time. Ask no questions. Wear something comfy!”

[jimlingss]

Thank you, everyone, for your words of encouragement. In this short amount of time, I’ve been absolutely overwhelmed with messages of support. I want to reassure you all that I’m by no means as hurt as some of you think, or at least not after so much kindness. I’ve always encouraged all kinds of feedback!! From compliments to constructive criticism. And I’m (supposedly) an Adult™, so I can definitely take someone’s opinion.

Regardless, thank you to everyone who reached out to me. I want to respond to each and everyone of you under this post so I don’t flood other people’s dashes.

Anonymous said: about the anon who said your fics lack emotion, hmm i wouldn't quite agree tbh, i remember reading tears of a villian and deadass crying, it hurt me so much!! also, in "fall in hatred" their feeling are so well portrayed and i could understand why they acted a certain way! to conlclude, there is always some space for constructive criticism but your stories, are to me, something very attentively built and created, it's apparent that you completely enjoy writing, I can feel your enthusiasm!!

--to that anon; pls don't get this wrong way but it's just the way I see it and I've read quite a lot till now

nah deadass crying isn’t good enough anymore, anon. You have to be keening and violently sobbing until you’re brought into the ER for my fics to be considered to have emotion. lol I’m only kidding, thank you for the message.

peachiest-hun said: To that anon who said your work lacked emotions, I beg to differ! I have read Jungle Park so many times I know at exactly which chapter when the heavy angst starts happening and I read those parts when I just want to have a good cry (I still cry every. single. time)! Also Head Over Heels to Hell, The Colour of Our Voices, Love So Shallow (because I so relate with OC), and many more have given me the FEELS (happy and sad ones). 1/2

So what I'm trying to say is that Jimlingss is doing a great job in her craft. She does deliver emotions in her work and the reason I love it so much is that it's SUBTLE and not completely in your face. Sometimes emotions that are subtle and they hit you slowly, but powerfully it hurts even more for me. On another note, I'm loving Sugar and Coffee. In times of darkness which are often these days, I have something to look forward to every week to keep me motivated. So thank you Jimlinggs! 2./2

Istg Jungle Park is one of the most unexpectedly beloved fics on my blog but I love it hahaha I can’t believe you’ve read it to the point of knowing what chapter is what though. that’s an honour. There’s definitely stories of mine that are less subtle than others, but I’m glad that you enjoy the latter of them too :’) Thank you.

Anonymous said: This is my first time ever leaving a message on someone’s tumblr, but I just felt that I HAD to after reading that anon’s comment about your stories lacking emotion. I wholly disagree (in the nicest way possible, not throwing any shade at anyone). I’ve read all of your fics (for the past two years) and I look forward to when you release new material (the highlight of my Mondays right now after I come home from working at a clinic). Your stories have really lifted my mood during this pandemics an

Anonymous said: Sorry for that long tangent. Don’t even know if I made sense. You don’t have to respond to any of this, but you deserve to hear some positive words as well.

Oh my god. Did I just take your tumblr-message virginity? asdfghjkl I’m kidding. but thank you for reaching out to me. I can’t believe you’ve been around for such a long time and that I’m a part of your Monday routine :’) 

Anonymous said: OK that ask about "constructive criticism" was def imo RUDE. You don't just anonymously go into someone's asks and bluntly tell an author that their fics "lack emotion". That is not the way to encourage someone to improve and continue to work hard. That's just flat out mean. That person clearly doesn't care about your feelings or the fact that you write and share your stories for FREE for us to enjoy. I love your stories and appreciate what you've shared with us. Thank you for your hard work ❤��

I like to give the benefit of the doubt to anons and anyone sending me a message online in general. God knows there were times I meant well but it was received wrongly. But anyway, my mind was more boggled than I was hurt, that’s one thing for sure.

joonie-mono said: + it was called love so shallow which genuinely made me see myself in a character, but my point was that your writing has a specific feel to it, it's made me laugh and cry (His Name personally killed me :] ) and that's my opinion. You and your writing are amazing and I'm sorry but that anon was just so wrong.

oof bringing out the evidence. be my attorney please.

Anonymous said: As someone who has read your entire masterlist (and going through it again) i will have to wholeheartedly disagree with that anon. The way you portray SO many emotions in your fics is *chefs kiss* and I honestly thought that the ones that “lack emotion” were meant to be that way, with an open ending, the idea that their love just started, soo.... yeah, I’ll have to disagree.

There are definitely stories of mine that are a bit looser on romance. Such as Kitchen Romance, The President’s Son, The Heiress’ Son, Arcadia, etc. But I have a loooot of fics that are quite emphasized in either despair/sadness or cute fluff.

ladyartemesia said: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I am here to disrespectfully disagree with anon who probably doesn’t write effing ANYTHING and has no idea what it takes to produce the content you do. I have followed for months and I’m still not through your masterlist BECAUSE reading your stories is a bloomin EMOTIONAL EVENT. When I read Brass and Strings, I LOST A WHOLE DAY. Like I was so into it, my DAY was gone. Anon is prolly salty there isn’t more smut I guess. That’s whatever for them. (Part 1)

It’s subtle, deep, meaningful, and incredible and you’re one of my favorite authors. I can’t FOR A SECOND let that comment go cause it’s RIDICULOUS. You’re literally so gifted. You don’t need to change a thing. Every artist, no matter their medium, should continue to improve. So in that sense I wish you all the growth in the world as you work towards the perfection of your craft. BUT SERIOUSLY you’re an incredible writer. That anon is loony. I’m so sorry you had to even read those crazy words.

As I answer these messages, it’s starting to feel like I’m the third party mediator of a dispute and all y’all are just HAMMERING it to this anon, LOL. I’m not sure if the anon is necessarily requesting for more smut but if they are, they might be happy this Friday (*COUGH spoiler for those actually reading my responses)

Anyway, you’re too kind. thank you. I am definitely not as hurt as I was earlier.

((and tbh you’re hilarious, you’re actually making me laugh irl))

krystle1990 said: Woah!! Ok first that Anon is absolutely crazy. I literally stalk your page for new work being put out! I probably blow up your notifications daily. I've never been disappointed in any of your work. You always give a heads up if it will take time for the characters to realize their feelings which I absolutely love. It always leaves me ready for the next part and I am glued to my phone with every update. You're amazing and I can't wait to see how you grow with your work. 💜😘

ASDFGHJKL PLEASEEE if it’s someone who’s worried about blowing up notifications, it’s me. To those who have notifications on I sincerely can’t fathom how often I blow up people’s phones. I digress, I always give out warnings to keep people patient since I know slow burn can be excruciating haha thank you for the message.

kigurumu said: Also just want to add that saying you have good intentions or "don't mean to be mean" does not cancel out whatever offensive thing you just said. IT WILL STILL RUDE. Not saying all negative feedback is bad. Criticism can be hard to take no matter how it's phrased, but telling a writer to be more like another writer is like telling them their style isn't good enough which is NOT helpful. Your writing is your own. If the anon wants to read fics that are like gukyi's, they can read gukyi's fics 🙄

Also I've been waiting until Sugar and Coffee is done so I can binge it all at once but avoiding spoilers from all the asks is so hard haha! I keep seeing all these good things about it and I'm SO tempted to just read it now but I've already waited this long so I don't wanna give up kfnrjrofvjskdh guess I'll reread your other fics in the meantime

The message was fine on its own but I think dragging in another writer at the end was definitely not ok. When will comparing writers end. But regardless, gukyi and I are cool with one another - i mean we wrote 100k together so it’s gonna have to take a reverse Zuko arc for us to be on bad terms lol

Anyway, oooh you’re one of those bingers. Can’t say I blame you cause I love binging myself, so it’s understandable for readers to wait till the series is over. and since you were so kind in following up your original message with two more and expressing so much appreciation for me :’), I’ll let you know that the finale of Sugar and Coffee will be posted by July 20th! by then, the entire series will be completed. 

Anonymous said: Tbh i think that neither you nor that anon is wrong. Some people like it more romanticised and cheesy, some people dont. I believe that your stories are more on the realistic side of life. People (whom your characters represent) cant always be cheesy and passionate for love, there are other things in life! Maybe you're just the type who's too realistic for any hopeless romantic things like i am and it's fine. Not all writers can write dramatic romance

Tbh, I agree. It’s a matter of opinion and there’s no one wrong in the fight of opinions. As I’ve said many times on my blog, the cringe factor varies between person to person. What someone might think is fluffy is absolutely cringey to another. What someone might think is a good amount of fluff is not enough for someone else. I’ve written a lot. And I’ve made sure to add lots of variations between the amount of romance in my stories. Indeed, some are definitely more subtle and “realistic” while others are completely cheesy and makes me gag from the amount of sugar in it lol I just think the anon should take a look at more of my stories before coming up with such a conclusive opinion.

Anonymous said: I’ve been reading your fics for over a year now and religiously follow updates every week. Why? Because they make me feel something whether it be joy from fluff or grief from angst. I’ll remember a story of yours months after I first read it and return to it just to feel those emotions again. I understand that emotional responses are usually subjective but I think that anon needs to read your works again, because they sure are missing out.

I replied to that anon that they should check out more of my fics and then come back to tell me if they haven’t changed their minds, so I don’t know if they’re missing out or not lol

I don’t expect my stories to elicit emotional responses or fanatic feedback for everyone. God knows there’s been other people’s writing styles that just didn’t resonate with me no matter how hard I tried to read their stories. But all I ask is that people try. It’s fine if you give up halfway but at least try reading. That’s fair to ask, right?

[sakurasangcl]

My very own drabble asks

genre(s)+idol+number(s)=???

Feel free to add specifics in the ask (kinks, au, etc)

Genres:

smut, fluff, and angst (yes that is lowkey my preference order)

obviously no smut for minors!

Bands:

txt

oneus

stray kids

seventeen

ateez

exo (ot 9)

monsta x (including wonho)

nct (all units)

onelyoneof

and maybe more idk if i'm forgetting anyone lol

Numbers:

(send 1 or 2)

1."Dont tempt me, darling"

2. "You know me better than that"

3. "That's it, keep going"

4. "You're doing so good for me"

5. "What? Don't you trust me?"

6. "You're my treat"

7. "I'm your treat"

8. "You should wear that more often"

9. "I'm sorry. I'll do my best so it wont happen again"

10. "Just like that"

11. "I trust you"

12. "Don't be shy"

13. "You can tell me anything"

14. "I'll take you there"

15. "What do you need?"

16. "Who told you that?"

17. "Don't freak out"

18. "Follow me"

19. "Look at me"

20. "Delete that immediately"

21. "Please say something"

22. "Hands off"

23. "Stop doing that!"

24. "I've missed you"

25. "Take all the time you need"

26. "Tell me when you're ready"

27. "Are you okay?"

28. "Make me"

29. "Can you do that again?"

30. "Let me help you"

31. "Open up"

32. "Close your mouth"

33. "Did you just bite me?"

34. "Do you really think you deserve that?"

35. "You're such a brat"

[ladybugsfanfics]

Shut Up And Kiss Me [6/?] | Tom Hiddleston x reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: part 6 of ??

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: fuff (yeah I know), maybe there’s a curse word? i dont think there is much in the part

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with.

A/N: this feels like a short part but this has not been a good week writing wise, but either way you get som lovely Tom and some fluff for once. I kind of like this part even though I don’t… anyways, enjoy ^_^

Send an ask to be added to the taglist ^_^

Previous | Series Masterlist | Part Seven

Something is off. 

The atmosphere of the teacher’s lounge feels different, as if it’s vibrating at a different frequency. Tom scans the room, seeing the usual faces sit and eat with the coworkers they best get along with. 

His gaze lands on Y/N. 

She’s smiling into her phone. This wide grin that makes her eyes crinkle at the side and lights up her face. She bites her lip as she types something, and Tom, being curious (and because Benedict is sitting with her) walks over. He pulls out a chair, which makes enough sound to have her head tilt up to see who it is. Seeing him, she scrunches her nose in what he suspects is distaste. A mumble of a hi (which is progress) and she’s back in her phone. 

Tom looks to Benedict, who shrugs. “She’s been like this since I came.”

“So, you have no idea who she’s talking with?” he asks.

“I have no idea if what she’s doing is talking with someone,” replies Benedict, “for all I know, she might just be looking at memes.”

Tom glances at Y/N again; how she grins into her phone, how she tucks her lip into her mouth and a blush creeps up her cheeks, how her eyes sparkle, how she giggles slightly as she types. “Oh, no, I’ve seen this look before,” he says to Benedict, without taking his eyes off Y/N―and ignoring the twist his gut makes―“she’s talking to someone, no doubt.”

“Have you seen her this way?” Benedict nods in Y/N’s direction. 

“No, I’ve seen my students that way. And asking them about it usually makes me know they have a crush or are talking to a cute boy they met over the weekend. Or just a boyfriend.” 

Y/N looks up. “I thought your students were in love with you.” She puts away her phone on the table, screen facing down. 

Tom chuckles. “No, that’s a rarer case than the rumors imply.” The usual indifferent expression that Y/N proudly bears, is back. “Who were you speaking to?”

“And why aren’t you still?” shoots Benedict in. 

She smiles. “This guy I met. He and a friend of his that are in town are going to visit a former coworker in town. They just arrived so he said we’ll talk later.”

Benedict leans forward, wiggling his eyebrows. “You met someone. Future boyfriend material?”

Tom swallows a lump in his throat. He glances from his best friend to his―what are they now? Frenemies? 

The smile that appears on Y/N’s face is unmistakable. She looks like she’s dreaming. “I don’t know. He’s American, and we are still talking, it’s just. Honestly, I thought it would just be a one night stand, but he’s nice, so I’m not sure.”

“Aww, that’s cute.” 

Tom isn’t sure he feels the same. “Surprised he keeps in touch. Did you lie about being interesting?” Something stabs in his stomach, but he keeps up the little smirk he has. 

“You’re so original,” she says, “but, you’re right, I did. Told him I suck so hard at what I do I need help and that just had him fall into my trap. Oh, wait, I told him about you and not me.” 

Tom rolls his eyes. 

“Have you found your brain yet?” She gives him a smile. “Didn’t think it would be hard, seeing as―no, wait, sorry. You’re brain isn’t in your head, we’ve already agreed on this.” She shakes her head, a tight smile on her lips, but a glint in her eyes. 

Benedict leans back and stares at them. “However entertaining you’re bickering is, where is his brain?” 

The smile that appears on Y/N’s face at the question stirs everything in Tom. But the glance she has over Tom, and the way she slightly sticks out her tongue to coat her lips, has an effect he will not admit. 

“Oh, you know, it’s his dick.” 

Benedict bursts out laughing. And then reaches over and holds out his hands for a high five, which Y/N gladly gives while she winks at Tom. 

“Yeah, it’s one of my better jokes because I can use it in so many―”

She stops talking, her gaze diverted to behind Tom. The shock in her eyes as both Tom and Benedict turn around. 

A smile spreads across his features as he sees who Y/N stopped talking for. Tom stands up and walks over to the two men at the entrance to the teacher’s lounge. He greets both men with a hug. “It’s been so long, what are you doing here?”

“Well, we’re on a little seminar trip that starts tomorrow and took a few extra days to enjoy the town. Had to make a stop, right?” says Chris, a smile visible through his beard. 

Sebastian scoffs. “Except this dude spent most of the weekend at some girl’s apartment having sex.”

“Benedict around?” Chris avoids the comment. 

Tom smiles. “Oh, of course. We’re having lunch, you should join us.” He leads them back to the table, relieved that there are two free chairs there. He stops by and smiles to Benedict. He’s about to introduce them when Y/N stands up. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” She walks around him and gives Chris a hug. He hugs back, the smile on his face now a grin. 

“Visiting an old friend,” replies Chris, and frowns a little. “You never said you were a college professor.”

Y/N shrugs with a small smile. “Didn’t come up in conversation. Not my fault.”

Tom looks at Sebastian and Benedict, and the confusion he sees on their faces mimics his own. He meets Benedicts gaze, who mouths “what is going on?”, to which Tom can only shrug. 

“How do you two know each other?” Sebastian interrupts the two chattering… friends? 

Chris shakes his head. “Oh, yeah, of course.” He smiles at Y/N. “Y/N, this is my coworker Sebastian. Seb, this is…uhh, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N holds out her hand and Sebastian takes it with a firm handshake. 

“You’re the girl from this weekend, aren’t you?” he asks, and when she nods with an embarrassed smile, he smiles back. “Nice to meet you, too.”

It’s like his brain just stops. Tom rewinds the few seconds that just went by, and replays them. In his head, he doesn’t react. Which is about the same that happens in reality too. As Sebastian and Chris take the free seats, and Y/N sits down again, he slowly does the same. But his reactions are slower and he misses pieces of the conversation as Y/N laughs and Benedict joins in a little after. 

When he regains his mind and his brain cooperates, the conversation flows easily. But he still can’t help the feeling deep in his gut, the one that churns and hurts. He can’t name it, but he can sure tell he doesn’t like it. 

Whenever Y/N puts her hand on Chris, whether accidentally or on purpose, it grows. 

—

Tom stares at the sign outside the grocery store, annoyance rides up in him. 

CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS

He sighs, pulls his phone out of his pocket and searches google maps for the closest store to his apartment―one that he can actually go to and that he slightly knows. He finds one not far from where he is, about ten minutes detour to his apartment. 

But he doesn’t have a choice as there isn’t enough food at home to actually last through the week, barely enough to last for dinner tonight.

The drive takes a little more than those ten minutes he expected, mainly because he isn’t familiar enough with the area. He parkes as close to the entrance as he gets. It’s not crowded, but there are a few cars there and the parking lot can hold at least three times as many cars as are parked. By the looks of the building, the store is bigger than his usual, too. 

On his way inside, he finds a cart. He pulls out his shopping list, going over the items he put down the night before. There are two; tomatoes and milk. He sighs, and makes his way down the aisles. 

He finds the tomatoes and the milk. In addition, he takes with him some extra toppings; cheese and ham (it does feel a little boring). Going through the frozen section, he takes with him a pack of salmon and some frozen vegetables. He continues to walk aimlessly down the aisles, plucking with him some things here and there that he feels like, but nothing much. 

By the pastry section, he stops and scans his choices. It all looks tempting, but he doesn’t reach out to get any of them.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he hears a snarky voice to his right, “thought I got enough of you from work.” 

Y/N gives him a small smile as she takes a bag and picks out a few pieces of pastries. Tom doesn’t answer her, just blinks at the woman in front of him. When she turns around, a smile plays on her face, but not the smirk she usually shows. This smile looks …happy. 

“Can’t find your voice?” she asks. 

Tom shakes his head. “Tired.” 

She nods. “Get that. What’re you doing here anyway? Never seen you here before?” 

“The one I usually go to is closed for renovations,” he says.

Y/N looks at him, sparkling eyes search his face. His heart does a flip, something he ignores. “Are you really okay? You stood here for a few minutes before I even said anything and you’re still just standing here.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m fine,” he says. “I guess a little out of it maybe, but I’m okay.”

She doesn’t look convinced.” Sure? Because you look a little green there, buddy.” When he shrugs as a reply she walks to a basket and puts the bag of pastries down. “Need help with anything then? I know this store like the back of my hand and it is rather big.”

“Actually, that would be really helpful.”

Y/N smiles, picks up her basket and hooks her arm in his. “Then let’s find some groceries.” 

Her arm hooked in his has Tom’s gut churn. He ignores the feeling, only smiles at her kindness (and mentally asks himself if it’s a prank), and hopes she won’t let go. He doesn’t know why, but he sure knows he’ll stall this grocery shopping for as long as possible.

From now on, even his usual store is done with renovations, his grocery store is this one. He can’t explain why, but he does like the small bubbles that bump around in his gut. And since Y/N’s touch isn’t one he’s used to, he will hold on as long as he can. 

 —

Students file into the classroom as Tom puts down his bag. He leans against the teacher’s desk and watch as they take their seats, pulling out laptops and notebooks. As the clock nears, the chatter dies down. Tom takes one last glance at the door, hoping it opens one more time. 

But it stays shut. As predicted. 

He turns to face his students. Some watch the door and some watch him.

“Professor Y/L/N won’t be here today.” Two weeks ago, that would have been some of the best news. He would’ve been happy he could teach without her comments getting in the way. However, now it feels almost …wrong. The classroom feels empty without her in it. 

One of the students yells out ‘Why?’. 

Tom plaster on a smile. “She has other matters to attend to. She will be back tomorrow for anyone who has her in other classes.”

“What else does she have to do?” asks someone from the back. 

“I can’t say. If you’re lucky, maybe she will tell if you ask when she comes back.” He lets out a sigh. “Either way, today I am giving you the opportunity to work on the stories you have due tomorrow night. Talk to each other, ask me questions, use the time you have and the tools here for you the best you can.”

That creates some smiles, at least. Tom is relieved he doesn’t have to do much. He can’t help but feel the sting of Y/N’s absence like a knife to his heart. 

If only he could figure out why. 

 —

The night air folds around Tom in a way it usually doesn’t. He tries to have the night walks with Bobby be a little before dark has settled, but today neither he nor the dog had been up to go out before. 

Still, he quite likes the walk today. He likes the peace that comes from being alone out in the dark. He likes the few sounds he hears from the few insects and animals that are up and about when he would be asleep (or just sitting up late to work). He likes the way his thoughts can run freely and he can relax in the walk, instead of feeling tense at what comes around the corner. 

Tom lets his mind wander. 

To the earlier days of the week. To the classes he’s had. Through the feeling that it’s Saturday night and he can relish in the thought of another day to relax. 

A smile spreads across his lips. Bobby stops to pee, and Tom closes his eyes, feeling the wind brush past his face. He lets out a content sigh, and walks again as he feels a little tug on Bobby’s leash. 

He opens his eyes. As they travel across the green grass at the side of the road and over the houses that line his neighborhood, he thinks through all that has changed within the last few weeks. A month has gone by of the first semester and he can’t help but feel that there’s finally been some kind of development. At last, Y/N seems to like his company. Y/N seems to find less reason to hate him. She seems to maybe, maybe, want to be his friend rather than his enemy. And God, he hopes she does. He could use her as a friend, use her as someone to talk to, though he would like to tease her every now and then. He would like to be close to her. He has since the first day they met. 

He knows what he did, yet he doesn’t understand why it would make someone hate him. He’d tried his best to make her feel welcome, like she belonged. Yet, somehow he’d fired a shot in the wrong direction because after that Christmas Party, she’d blown off any attempt he had at talking to her. 

Tom sighs, casting a glance at Bobby who walks in front him happily. He tries to let his thoughts wander to something else than Y/N’s hatred for him, but his mind seems set on picturing the way her brows crease together and her eyes stare daggers at him when she’s mad. There’s something almost cute with it. 

Wait, did he just think that?

He shakes away the thought. Maybe late night walks aren’t that great after all. Though the flip of his heart and the sting in his gut, that ache in a good way, seem to argument against that. 

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[lunatens]

campus antics (ii)

read part I here!

words: 1891

genre: fluff (wow what a surprise)

pairing: han jisung x gender neutral reader

summary: college!au where jisung’s the cute, popular kid you’ve got an intense hallway crush on, but you can’t seem to avoid embarrassing yourself every time you talk to him

a/n: the long awaited part 2!!! it’s finally done!! sorry for making y’all wait, I was having a lot of trouble with this agh but I hope it’s a good sequel to the first part <3 

song rec: i wanna write you a song - one direction

~

“y/n please stop that, you’re rattling my glass,” minho says, glancing across your tiny dorm room table at you. you realize you’ve been anxiously bouncing your leg, causing the table to tremble. you stop, sending minho an apologetic look. he’s slouched in one of the chairs, lazily browsing through his phone in one hand and groping for his drink with the other. you, on the other hand, are a ball of tension, your nonstop fidgeting and constant glancing at the clock a clear display of nerves in anticipation of your date with jisung.

“hey, you’ve still got half an hour before you’re gonna meet him. at least try to relax a little, you’re stressing me out,” minho says, putting down his phone. “besides, you look great anyways.”

“i dunno minho, i feel like i should change...”

“NO! no changing! you’ve already switched your outfit like 20 times, this one is fine,” minho protests. you know he’s here to support you but he’s clearly becoming fed up with all your anxious waiting. 

~

eventually, the time comes for you to leave. you lock the door to your dorm and you and minho part ways. minho promises to keep his phone nearby in case you need anything, but you know he’s hanging out with seungmin tonight so he probably won’t see it for a while.

you walk across campus, the summer air beginning to cool as the first leaves start turning colours. you’ve always loved this time of year, and you find yourself walking towards the library whilst staring up at the trees that line the campus pathway, taking in the transitions of green to yellow to orange to red. your foot catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, limbs flailing as you fall to the sidewalk. you managed to brace your fall with your hands, but you pout as you examine your scraped up palms.

“y/n, are you okay??” a voice calls from behind you, and you groan as you recognize the voice—of course jisung had to see you make a fool of yourself yet again.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you say as you sit up. jisung pulls you upright, and you wince at the stinging sensation in your palms. you’re standing right in front of jisung now, and he gently takes your hands in his to examine them.

“ouch, that looks kinda painful. here, we’re really close to the music studio—there’s a bathroom in there we can use to clean you up,” he says, looking at you with a smile. “your hair’s all messed up,” he says, and as his hand moves to your head you’re expecting him to fix it; you let out a shriek of laughter when he just messes up your hair even more.

“hey!!” you yell, trying to escape from jisung. he holds up his hands in innocence, a goofy smile on his face.

“okay, i promise i’m done. let’s go inside,” he says, and you squint at him suspiciously. you reach out and ruffle his hair in return; jisung tries to duck out of the way but fails.

“there! now we’re even,” you say triumphantly. you beam at jisung and he rolls his eyes, then loops his arm through yours and leads you inside.

“sit here,” jisung says, tapping the counter in the bathroom. he turns on the tap as you hop up, swinging your legs while you watch him forage in a cupboard for a band aid.

“jisung i’m not even bleeding,” you say as he pulls out a box.

“i don’t know first aid! i just know band aids are supposed to make everything better. i’m trying to be cute and stuff here y/n, just bear with me,” jisung says. you laugh at him, elated to finally be getting to know the boy you’ve liked for so long.

“okay we should probably rinse your scrapes, here,” he says as he guides your hands under the running water. you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at how focused and serious he looks, trying to be as gentle as possible with you. once he’s satisfied, he turns off the tap and hands you some paper towel.

“i’d rather air dry them,” you say with a cheeky smile, waving your hands in the air and flicking water at jisung.

“aghh!!” jisung yells in surprise. “i’ll get you back for that,” he says, turning on the tap to wet his own hands before splashing you. laughing, you raise your hands up in defence. as you lean back away from jisung, your head collides with the mirror behind you with a dull thud.

“ouch,” you say, rubbing the back of your head.

“oh my god, y/n, what am i going to do with you?” jisung says, concerned but still affectionate. “now sit still so i can put this band aid on you,” he says, and you hold out your hands towards him. he carefully peels the paper off, then gently sticks the bandaid over your scrapes.

“there, all better,” he says, clearly proud of himself.

“you’re forgetting the most important step,” you tease, holding your hands out expectantly. jisung’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“but i’m pretty sure i did everything i can...oh!!” he says, grinning at the realization. “does this make it better?” he says, planting tiny kisses on your hands. you giggle at his lips on your skin, glad he picked up what you were hinting at.

“much better,” you say, hopping down from the counter. 

“wanna go get coffee now?” jisung suggests, reaching out to hold your hand.

“um, actually...can you show me around the studio?” you question shyly; you’re always amazed by jisung and when he showed you his song yesterday you wanted to know more about what he does. “i’m really curious. you don’t have to if you dont want to! I just th-” 

“you really want to see?” jisung asks, eyes wide with excitement and a small smile creeps onto his face. you nod, and jisung eagerly leads you to the studio. “it’s the weekend, so none of my classmates should be here,” he adds as he punches in the passcode. the lock beeps and jisung opens the door and flicks on the lights. there’s a few computers, desks, and a projector in the main room, and the recording booth is another room off to the side. jisung eagerly explains what everything is, babbling away and gushing about all things music. it becomes clear to you just how passionate jisung is, but what becomes even clearer is how much it means to him that you seem to care that much about his interests. you watch him in awe as he points things out to you and explains everything.

~

“sorry, I get kind of carried away when I talk about music,” jisung says as sets two beanbag chairs right beside each other in front of the projector screen. you had decided to stay in, order take out to the studio, and just chill and watch a movie instead of going to the coffee shop. you each settle into a chair, and jisung drapes a blanket over the two of you. 

“that’s okay, I like listening to you talk,” you say, turning your head to look at jisung. his gaze sets upon you, and his eyes are full of fondness as he contemplates what to say.

“you know, you’re actually really awesome y/n,” jisung says finally. the movie plays in the background, but neither of you are paying attention to it. 

“you really think so, even thought I've embarrassed myself probably way too many times in front of you?” you question, raising an eyebrow at him.

“it just makes you even cuter than you already are,” he says with a soft laugh and a wink. 

“you think i’m cute?”

“well duh, I mean I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” he says matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his drink.

“oh,” is all you can manage to say, all of a sudden too flustered for words.

“hey jisung, why do you work outside so much when you have this studio here?” you ask after a moment of silence.

“well it started out because it was nice to get some fresh air once in a while, and the picnic tables by the med labs are pretty nice...but then one day I caught this cute person staring at me and I couldn’t help but wonder if they walked by there often so working outside once or twice a week turned into pretty much every day and It turned out that person did, in fact, walk by there often. and then I had the luck of running into them in the hallway--which was a great way to find out your name by the way, thanks for that--and then I figured a good way to talk to them was to show them some of my music and then they spilled their coffee on me and they were so adorable and flustered and I, very bravely I might add, asked them out and then ran away before they could say no and, well, here we are,” jisung rants to you, searching your face for a response to his confession.

“jisung, I-” you begin to reply, not really sure what to say because there’s just too many positive emotions rushing about inside you right now, but he cuts you off.

“oh! I...wrote a song for you, if you wanna listen,” jisung says, pulling out his phone and handing you one of his earbuds. it’s dark in the studio, but you swear you can see a blush. you eagerly accept it, placing the tiny plastic device into your ear.

the song’s soft yet cheerful melody fills your ear, and the more you listen to jisung’s lyrics about you the more you find yourself tempted to lean in closer to him, and the next thing you know, you’ve leaned over and your noses are just barely touching as you hesitate to move any further. jisung seems to sense your hesitation, picking up on your shyness, and he smiles as he tucks your hair behind you ear.

“it’s okay, y/n, you can kiss me,” he says, and he barely makes it through his words before you’re leaning in and your lips are pressed to his in a soft, warm kiss. it’s as if you can feel jisung’s affection for you just by the way he kisses you, and before you know it the song is over. you pull away slightly, still remaining in close proximity to jisung’s face. 

“can you play it again?” you ask, voice barely a whisper. jisung smiles and plants a tiny kiss on the tip of your nose before pulling out his phone to restart the song. he pulls you in towards him and you cozy up into his chest, the weight of his head resting on yours a comforting feeling. 

this night would become the first of many spent staying late in the studio and listening to music together; sometimes having endless conversations that drag into the early hours of the mornings, sometimes saying nothing at all and simply letting the music take over as you enjoy each other’s presence, and you can't help but think to yourself if there ever were such thing as soulmates, you’ve found yours and you’re never letting go.

~

requested by (several) anons <3

[reddeadrevival]

Could you write for micah thinking the reader loves kieran but they dont and actually like him (micah) and to prove it they kiss him? ^-^

Please check if the ask box is open AND read my “What I write” post before sending in an ask. Thank you.  

(An orange heart means fluff, a green heart means angst)

Kinda started out as headcanons… then got a bit into a bulleted drabble. Didn’t mean for there to be so much angst in this or for it to be so long. Whoops.

You honestly have no idea why Micah is suddenly so much meaner to poor Kieran

Seeing the man, recently off the tree, surrounded by people who not long ago wanted him dead…well, you took pity on him

Unbeknownst to you, every time you caused that boy to smile or even worse he caused you to smile there’s a blond man who’s dying on the inside

Every laugh, every “sit by me, Kieran”, each “Good morning, Kieran”, or “How are you today, Kieran?” is like a serrated knife 

You keep twisting it and pushing it in deeper, totally unaware of how it’s shredded and mangled his heart

Before Kieran came along it was his name

You’d ask him to sit beside you, you’d tell him good morning, it was him 

His sour mood is far from subtle

Everyone in camp has taken notice of it, even Bill

Bill was actually the one to try and snap some sense into the man

Micah had been growling under his breath as he cleaned his guns for the nth time that day

Not far away, you and Kieran were taking care of the horses

He could hear the two of you talking, laughing

Your laughter dug into his ears and bounced around his head mercilessly

Bill marched up to the crate Micah was sitting on and the blond looked up at him briefly

“Would you just go talk to them already?!”

“What are you talkin about?”

He’ll look back to his guns and rub the cloth on them even harder

“Everybody sees you watchin’ ‘em!”

“I don’t know what yer talkin’ about, Williamson.”

He’s tone suggests that Bill had better walk away. 

Before he can, though, Arthur’s walking up to them

“He’s just jealous they picked Kieran over him,” he teased

“I’m not-!,” Micah snapped as he stood up and was very tempted to point his gun at the man’s head. 

Your laughter had stopped and he looked over to see you watching

Micah let’s out a huff and storms off towards Baylock

“Micah!” He nearly falters when you call after him

He reaches the horse and is ready to get into the saddle when you grab his arm

“Wait..“ 

He can’t look at you

“Get off,” he mutters. 

“Would you look at me? Please? … I miss you,”

He whirls around at that, knocking your hand off his arm in the process

“Do you now?” He can’t help the growl. 

He clenches and unclenches his fists and grits his teeth

“Why don’t you just go run along with the O'Driscoll!”

He waves his arm out in frustration towards Kieran

Who is honestly hiding behind his horse at this point

“Yes, I miss you!” You practically scream at him. “Why are you being like this?”

“Oh I’m sorry, i’m not good enough company for you,”

“That’s not what I said!”

“You didn’t need to say it!” He barks.

His chest is heaving and he’s trying not to show any more anger than he already has

“You prefer to hang around the stable boy, be my guest, I won’t stop you!”

“I want to be around you, you jackass!“ 

Before he can even open his mouth to shout back your lips are on his

It’s brief but long enough to get the point across 

When you pull away he stares at you, almost dumbfounded

“I like you. Idiot.”

You’re staring at the ground

You can feel the whole camps eyes on you both

The silence starts to bundle into regret in the pit of your stomach

you close your eyes, hoping to just somehow disappear

His large, rough fingers lift your chin

touching so lightly, as if he’s afraid to break you

You open your eyes to see something you’d never thought you’d see in his eyes

Relief

“Why’d you wait so damn long to do that?”

And his lips are back on yours

His arms slide around you and he pulls you closer

The girls (Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen) cheer for you

They’d been the only ones to know of your feelings towards him

Hope you liked it ^_^

(Master List)

[horansqueen]

BabyGirl 7.0

NOTES:

♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it. ♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts ♥ 3.4k. fluff. ♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works. ♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass. ♥ idk how i feel about this chapter? only his POV btw, was easier this way. please tell me if youre still interested in this story? i feel like its dying slowly lol ♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate.

♥ PART 1  // PART 2 // PART 3  // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6

              7.0  NEW MUSIC AND IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

HIM

Maybe It's time you go home.

Her words resonated in my head over and over as I drove back to my house and I couldn't help but wonder if I was really going to kiss her out of pity. I've been flooded with so many intense feelings in the past days that it was sometimes hard to unscramble. I barely understood myself, so I couldn't expect her to understand me at all.

The only thing I was sure of, is that I loved Chelsea. If I could have created the perfect child for me, I wouldn't even have came close to that perfection. She was turning me into a different man, a better one I believed, and I was so proud to be her dad it almost hurt. Still, if I wanted to be honest with myself, I shat my pants just thinking about her reaction to finding out I was her father. I could live easily with what the rest of the world would think, but if Chelsea didn't want me as a dad, I had no idea how I would take it.

I threw my keys on the counter and locked the door behind me, taking my coat off and leaving it on the couch, along with my beanie and my scarf. I walked slowly to the kitchen and opened my fridge, staring way too long at the inside of it. I was not exactly sure of what I wanted, and it made me think of her. I also was not really sure what I wanted when it came to my ex girlfriend. Did I want her to be my ex ex girlfriend? Or was I attracted to her simply because of the vestige of feelings that were once really fucking strong?

I couldn't blame her for moving away when I decided to kiss her but when I brushed my thumb on her bottom lip, I realized that even if I was not sure of the feelings we truly had for each other, I was well aware of how my body vibrated when she was near and it brought an other question in my head. Was it simply lust? Would we finally succumb to the temptation in weeks from now only to find out that it was only physical attraction? That thought made me grimace and I bent down to quickly grab a beer.

The last thing she told me was to leave and I felt like it ended things very badly. I didn't want to hurt her, and my instinct really told me to kiss her. My head, however, kept reminding me of all the wrongs she did me and it made me sigh.

I grabbed my phone and turned it on again. I had only brought it in case of an emergency but I was not going to let myself be distracted by it when I was spending time with my daughter. It turned on slowly and I sighed for the second time when all the notifications popped up. One made me frown though and I opened it, only to see an amazing picture of Chelsea on my shoulders with fireworks in the background. It was a great photo, and even if I knew it was her job as a photographer, I was still impressed by the quality of the picture. She hadn't written anything but the date and I quickly changed the background of my phone for this photo.

'Thank you for the picture Xx' i typed quickly before hitting 'send'.

I stared at the words I sent, my thumb still hovering over the keyboard of my phone, wondering if I should type anything else.

'I didn't want to hurt you. I'm happy we spent the day together,'

I debated whether or not I should try to comfort her, but no matter what I would send her couldn't be the completely truth. I couldn't tell her it wasn't a pity kiss I wanted to give her because I had no idea if it was. I couldn't tell her I wanted to try again with her since I was not even sure of my feelings. All I could do was tell her what I knew and was a hundred percent sure of.

I waited way too long for her answer, standing motionless in the middle of my kitchen, and finally gave up. I sighed, closing my eyes and sliding my phone on the isle next to me, and finally walked to my room, deciding that I needed a shower.

She hadn't texted me in a few days and although I was well aware that I had to wait for her to show signs of life, I was getting impatient. It's only on the morning of the third day without any news from her or my daughter that I got a text message from her.

'Niall I need you.'

I felt my heart jump in my chest, questioning the signification of her words but a few seconds later, I got an other text from her, clearing my doubts.

'I have to work today and I have no one to babysit Chelsea."

Her first text was not declaring her love for me in a short text message, she just needed someone to take care of our daughter while she was at work. I thought I would feel relieved but what invaded my whole body seemed more like disappointment. I shook my head slightly and finally, a smile appeared on my lips. Not only was I going to spend the whole day with my daughter but now I knew that my ex girlfriend trusted me enough to let me stay with Chelsea by myself.

'I'm on my way."

It only took me a few seconds to grab a coat and jump in my car and when she opened the door to let me in, she quickly left it open and continued getting ready.

"Thank you so much, Niall!" she expressed from an other room before coming back. "They called me last minute."

She had traded her sweatpants for a skirt and did all she could not to look into my eyes. I could understand that the last time we saw each other was awkward and emotional but I felt awful thinking things would be cold between us from now on.

"A photoshoot?" I asked, closing the door behind me and taking my shoes off.

"Oh, I wish, no." she admitted with a sigh, rolling her eyes as she ran around, trying to put her earrings on at the same time. "Being a photographer is not what I would call 'profitable', especially when you're a freelancer. I had to take a second job to pay the bills, you know how it is."

I kept quiet because I had no idea what it was. I did work my ass off all the time, doing something I adored, but not knowing if i'll have enough money to eat next week isn't something that ever happened to me.

I couldn't pretend it didn't break my heart to find out she was struggling so much and i was tempted to propose her a few solutions that I thought about. I decided against it, remembering we weren't on the best terms at the moment, but took a mental note to have a discussion with her later.

"I work in a hotel, at the restaurant during the day, and at the bar in the evening." she told me, raising her nose in a grimace. "I know, not really glamorous, but some clients pay very well."

I pressed my lips together, keeping my comments to myself, and let my eyes roam around.

"Where's Chelsea?"

"She's getting ready. She's very excited to spend the day with you. Be prepared, your day is going to be extremely long."

With a chuckle, she looked up and our eyes met, making her smile falter but mine grow. She breathed in and sighed as I took a step closer, keeping my eyes into hers.

"I'm sorry for the other day." i apologized in a very low tone. "I didn't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you."

Without thinking, I brought my hand to her cheek and she held her breath as my fingertips brushed against her skin.  I could feel my heart throb all over my body until she took a step back and looked away, bending down to grab a toy and throw it in the hall.

"It's okay Niall." she let out, grabbing her purse and opening it to look for something in it, once again not looking at me. "We both made mistakes and now it's over, let's move on."

I didn't know if she wanted to move on from this uncomfortable situation between us, or if she wanted us to give up on the feelings we weren't sure we had, but I didn't like it. I didn't really have time to ask her to elaborate.

"Okay so I'm gonna leave you a key of the apartment, but I thought you'd want to babysit her at your place. Either way I don't mind. Don't turn off you phone, leave the sound on, and if you have any problem, just call Louis, he will know what to do."

I nodded as she kept talking, grabbing her coat and putting it on. I couldn't help but think it was too cold outside for the outfit she wore but I kept quiet.

"Chelsea! Baby! I'm leaving!" she yelled loud enough for our daughter to hear before lowering her tone. "No junk food, no chocolate or trust me she'll make you regret it. Fruits, yogurt, ice cream, it's all good. She hates fish, too, and don't let her boss you around."

I had no idea how I was supposed to remember all of this but I just nodded, trying to engrave her recommendations in my brain, although I was pretty sure I was going to forget half of them.

"I'll text you when I'm done so you can tell me where you are and I'll just pick Chelsea up, okay?" she didn't wait for my answer and handed me a key. "There, lock behind you will you?"

Without thinking, she moved closer and I held my breath but she quickly stopped herself and turned around just as Chelsea entered the room. The dynamic they had together and that intense connection was something that fascinated me, especially since it seemed like they didn't even see it. She bent down and Chelsea let herself fall in her arms. They hugged for a while, and I noticed she was whispering something in her ear. My daughter nodded a few times and pulled away as they smiled to each other before moving closer again and brushing their noses against each other's. it made me chuckle low and my ex girlfriend finally got up, caressing her face gently.

"I really need to go, good luck, Niall."

She pressed her hand gently on my shoulder and it took me by surprise, accelerating my heartbeats for a few seconds but when I heard the door close behind her, I turned to Chelsea and sent her a smile, raising my eyebrows.

"Happy to spend the day with me?"

"Are you gonna show me where you live?" she asked with a frown, ignoring my question.

"Mmhm, if you want to!"

She clapped her hands a few times, a large smile on her lips, and grabbed her pink backpack, throwing it over her shoulders

"I'm ready!"

"Woa, Chels, you may need a coat and something to put on your head too, don't you think?"

She giggled but nodded as I started searching for her stuff but when I looked back at her, she was already dressing up. She struggled a bit but I bent down to help her with the sleeves of her coat before grabbing the beanie and pulling it on her head, over her eyes. She laughed more but stayed that way until I moved the beanie up slightly, allowing her to see. I took the scarf and put it around her neck and finally, I tilted my head, asking her if she was ready. She nodded frenetically and I laughed, getting back up and grabbing the bag her mother prepared.

I locked and we walked to my car. I was nervous and excited but I didn't know if I was going to succeed this test, because that's exactly how it felt like : a test. One that I was making myself try to pass, at least.

I made sure her seat belt was tied correctly and couldn't help but glance back at her through the mirror as we drove in silence. When we walked in my house, I turned the lights on and her eyes roamed all over the living room. Her lips parted and after a few seconds, she turned to me and grinned.

"This is where you live?" I nodded and she turned again to look at my Christmas tree. "Why don't you use lights of all colors?"

She quickly turned to me and frowned as I chuckled.

"I don't know, do you prefer multicolored lights?" I asked, glancing at the soft white lights in my tree.

Without even thinking, she nodded firmly and I bent down again, unzipping her coat and helping her getting undressed.

"I'll remember that, then."

I put our coats away and we both sat on the couch. She put her backpack between her legs and quickly opened it, placing books, movies and a few toys between us.

"What do you want to do today, Chelsea?"

"You're gonna read me stories, and we will watch movies, and we will play with my favorite barbies, and we will eat, too."

"Are you hungry?"

She nodded and I told her to leave her stuff on the couch and to follow me to the kitchen. I ended up making grilled cheese for both of us and we ate quickly in silence until she just looked up at me to stare. I sent her a smile and raised my eyebrows, watching her take a sip of her glass of milk before putting it back on the table, now looking at me with a milk mustache. I tried to keep my laughter inside and just licked my lips.

"Is everything okay, Chelsea?"

Without answering my question, she tilted her head. I grabbed my water bottle and she waited until I was literally drinking from it to talk again.

"Are you my new daddy?"

I choked on my water, trying not to spill it everywhere, and coughed a few time.

"What?"

"I saw you and mommy kissing the other day after the fireworks."

She was probably half asleep and had imagined it but who could blame her? I remembered holding her mom's face so close to mine that our lips brushed. I remembered being so close to kiss her that my heartbeats were erratic. I remembered feeling her warm breath against my lips. These thoughts made me shiver and I cleared my throat, trying to find a good answer. We hadn't kissed, but my daughter couldn't understand the complexity of the relationship her mother and I were in.

"Would you want me to be your new daddy, Chelsea?"

The answer was important for me, but she just shrugged and looked down at her plate. I waited a few seconds and she finally looked up.

"I want my daddy to come back."

I felt my heart jump so high in my chest that I had to swallow, as if it went close to escape by my throat. I could read sadness in her eyes and I felt extremely bad. She was only four and was already suffering from not having a father in her life.

"Where do you think your dad is, Chels?"

She tilted her head and squinted, lost in her thoughts.

"I think he's busy being a princess."

This time, I was glad I wasn't drinking water because I would have definitely choked on it for good.

"A princess?"

"Yes." she nodded. "He can't be here with me because he has to take care of a whooooole kingdom."

"That makes sense, but why a princess? Why not a king or a prince?"

"Princesses have more fun, and they can wear nice dresses like the ones mommy buys for me." she explained, making my lips curl. "I'm sure my daddy prefers to be a princess."

Her mind was intriguing but also incredible, and that made me realize I had never really been close to a little girl. No one close to me had a daughter I really interacted with, and the fact that Chelsea was my daughter suddenly made me extremely proud.

"No matter where your father is, Chelsea, he loves you, he cares for you, and he's thinking about you. And I know he would give anything to be with you, if he could."

She nodded and sent me a warm smile that made me hold my breath. I desperately wanted to tell her it was me, that there was nothing I wanted more than to be her father, but I kept it inside and brought our plates to the counter.

"You remember that shirt you wear to bed?" I asked her as we walked back to the living room. "Would you like to hear some of their songs?"

Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at me, her chin raised up.

"Do you think my daddy likes that band?"

"No doubt."

I put my spotify on the television to make sure the music would invade the room and when I turned around, Chelsea was sitting on the couch. She looked extremely tiny on my gigantic couch and it made me chuckle. She leaned her head on it to look at the ceiling as I started the first song.

I started with "Can't get you outta my mind" and sat next to her, leaning my head exactly the way she was. She waited about a minute after the song was over and I turned my head to look at her.

"What did you think?"

She stared at me and frowned slightly.

"I want to hear an other one."

Her attitude made me laugh and I started "She's a sensation". I closed my eyes and when the song was over, I let the next one play on random and felt my heart twist when "I won't let it happen" started. For some reason, the lyrics really hit me and I tried to keep my feelings in, turning to Chelsea again.

"So?"

"I like them." she just expressed, nodding slowly.

"Yea, me too."

My phone beeped and I grabbed it, to check the notifications.

'I heard you were babysitting. Freddie and I are coming over!'

I grimaced at Louis' message but decided to ask Chelsea what she wanted. I was not against seeing Louis, but at the same time, it was going on so well and easily with my daughter that I was not sure I really needed him.

"Louis and Freddie want to come over, what do you say?"

"YESSSSS!!!"

I watched her throw her tiny arms in the air and it made me laugh as I answered Louis' message. I was ready to give her anything she wanted, and although I knew it could be dangerous, seeing Chelsea happy was pretty much my only motivation for... everything.

"Maybe we could order a pizza for dinner?" I proposed. "What do you prefer on yours?"

"Cheese and mushrooms!"

"Mushrooms?" I asked with a chuckle. "Really?"

She nodded quickly and I decided to put on a movie she had brought while I would order. She sat better on the couch to watch what I thought was 'Open Season" and I walked to my room, sitting on it as I ordered pizza with my phone. As soon as I hung up, my phone beeped again.

'Order pizza, Neil. We're hungry!'

His message made me laugh and I shook my head, only sending him the emoji of a thumb up. For the first time since I found out Chelsea was my daughter, I felt at peace. I knew I would have to tell her who I really was at some point, but I didn't want to focus on that. I wanted to focus on spending time with her, getting to know her, and allowing her to get to know me too. I wanted to be a part of her life and it seemed like we got off to a good start, and I didn't want it to end.

[101scenes]

P101! AU Wanna One Park Woo Jin

featuring: park woo jin, other members of wanna one

genre: fluff!!

word count: 1,698 words

summary: as you walked down the catwalk shining neon lights spelling out your name, you took one quick look at the boy through your tear-filled eyes, only to see him enthusiastically screaming your name. the theatre was bursting with cheers, but somehow, you could only hear his voice.

alrighty alrighty! so i wasn’t sure if the p101 au meant as in the reader was apart of p101 (like season 3) or when the main was in p101 as a past participant, but ill just take it from the perspective of the reader in p101 :D enjoy!

you already were in a very close relationship with park woojin even before p101

you two used to train in the same dance studio in busan, so you knew him as a childhood friend

but he soon moved away to seoul

10 years later, after you moved to seoul with your family, you found out he was participating in p101 season 2

after that you would always support him during p101 season 2

you always bought his fan slogans and cheered him on when he was performing

though you always thought that he had forgotten who you were, it turns out he did remember you

when he performed on stage, he would always search the crowd for your face

somehow, he would always find you, screaming your heart out and waving the slogan with his name and hearts drawn all over it

this never fails to make him smile

especially when he got 6th place on the finale episode, you screamed so hard you lost your voice

and you literally also had tears streaming down your face because you knew how much this show means to him

the sight of you caring and supporting him so much would always make his heart race

after p101 season 2 ended, though he was busy preparing for his debut with the other boys, he would always make time for you

you were also in an entertainment company, maroo, where you were training to become an idol similar to him

he would always watch you practice dancing in your studio and would swing by whenever he could

you were never shy when you danced

in fact, you gain confidence when you dance

when woojin watches you dance, you couldn’t help to do small gestures like blowing a kiss or doing the “come here” finger gesture OK I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS and winking, overall just teasing him

little did you know these small gestures sends woojin flYING OFF THE MOON

he would get so flustered and his face would turn red

but of course you didn’t know, you were too busy focusing on dancing

other times he would watch you rap

even though you were basically an all-rounder and you preferred singing, woojin loves to hear you rap

you were not as experienced at rapping, it seemed like your rapping was better

so you decided to specialise in rapping, similar to woojin

your company decided to sign you up to participate in p101 season 3 the following year, which you were extremely hyped about

but of course you didn’t tell woojin until a few months before you auditioned

since you were also close to the other members, you decided to tell them all at once

you gathered them all in their dorm living room, and you revealed your participation in the new season

ofc they were super shookt

and they all began congratulating you

jisung: “oh my god, my kid has grown up!! go have fun!”

daehwi threw his arm around you and clung onto your arm, congratulating you

out of the corner of your eye, you saw woojin staring at you with warm and loving eyes

you turned your head to make eye contact with him, only for him to widen his eyes in response

you shot him a sweet smile and a thumbs up, causing him to smile back

it also showed his snaggletooth, which minD YOU is adorable

the rest of the night included everyone eating dinner and playing games with one another

once p101 s3 started, you were super nervous of getting eliminated, so you tried your hardest

also you tried to stand out as much as possible

you confidently danced and rapped in your rank evaluation phase, landing yourself in B class

though you were a bit discouraged not being in A class, woojin told you on the phone to never give up

“p101 is difficult, i understand. all of us are supporting you! y/n, fighting!”

which triggered a chorus of 11 boys cheering you on

honestly, you were so happy because of that

and you continued trying your best

as the episodes went on, you slowly saw your rank go from #41 to #20, which was such a big jump for you

when you performed, though woojin cannot be physically there, you could feel him watching you

which is what he did, in the dorm with the other boys

whenever you started rapping with such passion and when the camera pans to you doing a cute expression, woojin’s eyes would literally sparkle

also when he saw you having fun and being dorky with other participants, he couldn’t help but to smile

all the members knew how much woojin likes you

and how you also liked him back

so they would tease him so much, only for him to hang his head in embarrassment

but he secretly likes it as no one is objecting to him liking you and potentially pursuing you!!

you continued to press on, only focusing on dancing and rapping to the best of your abilities

during the rank re-evaluation, you were promoted to A class

you were so elated

back at the dorm, when woojin saw you enter the door of A class, he jumped out of the sofa seat and crashed onto the floor in excitement

all the members started screaming

they were seriously so proud of you i cant even

nearing the end of the show, together with the friendly reminders from woojin to sleep early and drink more water, you managed to clinch a high ranking of #10 before the final elimination

and d-day came, where it was the final episode

you were so stressed out

you tried to contact woojin, but he wasn’t picking up any calls or answering messages

so you went backstage with a heavy heart

it turns out, you completely forgot that the top11 of p101 season 2 gets to attend the finale as special guests

so when you saw him shouting your name backstage, you freaked out

he tackled you with a hug, before grabbing onto your shoulders after he let go

“y/n, you can do it, i believe in you.”

and this motivated you so much

knowing that he would be watching from the audience’s point of view this time, you had to give it your all

when you performed, his words ignited a fire within you that triggered a flawless performance with your group

you especially left an impact when you performed a difficult stunt during the striking part of the song that wowed the audience

woojin was so impressed he stood up and screamed 

“gUYS thATS y/n!!!! RIGHT?? sHe’s so COOOL”

and the other members had to pull him down to not attract attention

after all the performances, all 20 of you were put on stage

your heart was racing and your vision was blurred

you couldn’t even look at woojin at how nervous you were

woojin was also nervous for you

he couldn’t stop panicking

when the rank numbers get smaller and smaller, your hope began to slowly shrink

“and for 4th place,”

you knew it wasn’t you

“with 1,009,214 votes”

you looked down towards the ground

and the all too familiar dead silence fell across the room

theres no way in hell-

“y/l/n y/n!”

you looked up to see all your friends attacking you with hugs

you closed your eyes as tears welled up in your eyes

you covered your mouth in shock

you couldn’t believe it

you hugged everyone back on the way down the stands

as you walked along the catwalk leading up to the glowing pyramid, you bowed and waved to everyone in the audience

you just couldn’t stop smiling

and guess who couldn’t stop smiling as well?

yesyes itS PARK WOOJIN

he is screaming at the top of his lungs

he cannot contain his excitement for your high ranking

you turned towards the area where wanna one was sitting, only to see 11 boys cheering and screaming your name

and you could especially hear woojin’s voice that for once, wasn’t masked by the rest

by the end of the announcement of the top 11, everyone began to mingle with other participants

you hugged all your favourite people that made your 3 months in p101 so enjoyable and less torturous

turning to the side of the stage, you see woojin running up 

your smile grew wider as he drew nearer

he attacked you with a hug one more time, squeezing you so tight that you couldn’t even breathe

you open your eyes to see the other members cheering loudly at your hug

you rolled your eyes and bear hugged woojin back

“find me later backstage,” woojin said, before parting ways

you continued mingling with the other participants, until the show ended

going backstage to your dressing room, which wasn’t that packed, you see woojin standing outside it with the other wanna one members

“come come! lets take a celebratory picture! woojin wants one with you!” seongwoo said, urging woojin to stand next to you

his face turned a bright shade of red 

as he stood next to you, all the members started teasing you two

you had no idea what they had planned with such suspicious cocky looks on their face

as they began snapping pictures with a polaroid camera, you felt woojin moving closer and closer to you

you were so confused

but before you know it, woojin bends down to plant a kiss right on your right cheek

resulting in all the members squealing and poking fun of you two

you stared at the ground in awe as your ears burned red

“aww woojin has grown up!” jihoon exclaimed

you took a glance at woojin, only to see him scratching his neck and his face completely red, looking away in shame

“here here, your little token,” seongwoo said, cheekily handing you a polaroid picture with woojin kissing your cheek

“uh, i’m sorry about that y/n-”

you cut him off, planting a kiss on his cheek as well

and the same squeals of delight filled the hallway, for the hundredth time

he looked back down at you, smiling to reveal that adorable snaggletooth once more

i had to post once more because i was so tempted to!!

also its the weekend, so i decided to spare an hour just to write one for you guys since i haven’t posted in so long :(

hope you enjoy it! 

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[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Different Kind of Love

@casbabydontgoineedyou - congrats on your 1k, lovely! This is for your challenge. As discussed, the only supernatural reference is the fact that Jensen Ackles is in this. Thank you to my brilliant friend @whispersandwhiskerburn for being a marvelous Beta. Angel is a delight to work with, and I say work with because she really puts her all in to making sure you’re delivering the best you can. Hope you like the ending(ish), Angel - it’s for you!

A/N: This is gonna be interesting if you haven’t watched Ten Inch Hero or aren’t familiar with the actors names - but you’ll figure it out, I’m sure... good luck. Prompt: I can’t believe you’re not in the mood to argue. Warnings: fluff, confusion, awkwardness... Summary: While filming on the set of Ten Inch Hero, YN longs to catch the eye of a cast mate... but will another get in the way?

“You know he has his eye on Danneel, right?” Clea whispered, nudging my shoulder and following my gaze towards the two actors who were currently flirting. I gave a short hmph and turned my attention to Clea, glaring. “YN.” Johnny called, probably looking to go over lines or something. I raised an eyebrow at Clea and left her looking confused. “What’s up?” He pulled me under his arm as I approached, trapping me in a headlock. I wrapped my arms around his waist, complying and going with it so he couldn’t throw me off balance. “Thought I’d save you.” He said, ruffling my hair and laughing as I tightened my grip around him in a tight retaliatory bear hug that made him grunt. “Save me? Is that what you call this?” I asked, pushing against him, wrestling to get him off me. “I see you’re staring again.” He muttered, loosening his grip, stumbling forward when I pushed him in the back, freeing my head. “And? A girl can look!” I defended, flattening my hair and glancing back at my cast mates, Jensen and Danneel. “You’re gonna get caught looking one day, kid.” He warned quietly. I rolled my eyes and punched his arm. “And maybe that’s when we fall madly in love!” I gave him the cheesiest smile I could. “I can’t believe you’re not in the mood to argue!” Johnny teased, trying to poke my side as I swatted at him, the smile still in place. “Lines?” I asked, not-so-subtly changing the topic and pulling him toward the table in the small cafe set.

I tapped my pen against the pad, looking over the lot. I was an early riser and often sat on top of the supply trailer in the mornings watching the busy worker ants that were the crew, set up for the day. I turned when the corner of the roof creaked in time to see Danneel taking the last step off the ladder. “Whatcha doing?” She asked, folding her legs beneath her and sitting. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, rubbing my arm against the frosty morning air. I relaxed into her side and smiled at her, then noticed more movement. Jensen’s head popped up over the last wrung, he took another step up and rested his arms on the roof. He followed Danneel around set most days like a lovesick puppy, which was unfortunate for me and my plot to for alone time with my talented co-worker. “Told Dee we might find you up here.” He offered as a greeting, and I smiled in return. “You were looking for me?” I aimed the question at the long-haired brunette, and she shrugged in response. “Yeah. What do you do up here all the time anyway?” “Write.” I answered, turning the pad of paper over and away from prying eyes. “Gonna let me read it?” She asked, her smile tempting... but I wasn’t ready to let anyone read it just yet. “Probably not!” I laughed at her pout, annoyed when Jensen did to, noticing the small flick of her eyes in his direction. “Oh, come on, Y/N. Please?” I shook my head no, blushing at her tone. “Why not? I’m sure it’s great.” “Tell you what, I’ll send you the first copy if I’m ever brave enough to get it published.” I promised. “What’s it about?” Jensen asked, the small smile always playing at the corner of his mouth when Dee was around. It annoyed me to no end, yet I couldn’t be mad at him for smiling, right? “Romance, love triangles... heartbreak.” I blurted, but thankfully managed to keep my tone matter-of-fact. I’d found that it was easier for people to brush off something they might not like if they could treat it as a joke without being worried about offending anyone. I looked between the two for a reaction; Danneel was chewing her lip and Jensen was staring at his hands, deep in thought. “Don’t worry, no sparkly vampires or anything like that.” I reassured, making them both laugh. “Sounds good! You promise me the first copy?” Danneel pleaded, pulling me into her side. I nodded, glad she didn’t read into my statement too far.

“That’s a wrap!” David called, coming out from the tent on the beach and hugging Noah who was closest. I turned into Clea’s arms and gave her a tight squeeze. Tears were already flowing by the time I made it to Danneel. “You’re an incredible actress; don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.” I whispered to her, losing my breath as she tightened her grip around me. “See you in LA.” She replied. My breath hitched, and I pulled her back to arms length. “What? LA?” I asked, and she nodded excitedly. “Yeah, I got that role.” She explained, but my mind wasn’t working. The adrenaline and emotion were buzzing like flies around my brain, clouded any thought I could form, and Dee must’ve seen it. “You know. The movie, ‘Thelma and Louise, but hotter’?” She quoted, wagging her eyebrows. My mouth dropped open before a squeal erupted from me, surprising both of us. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I accused, pulling her back into a hug, silencing any answer she might have given. “Alright, alright.” Jensen said, pulling us apart and bringing me into a huge hug. “Can we talk later?” He murmured into my hair, giving me a quick and gentle pat on the back before releasing me. I nodded at him, still smiling ear to ear, the exciting news still reverberating around my skull.

“YNN! Wait up.” Jensen called as I headed toward the toilet at the wrap party. I turned and waited for him to emerge past the closest group of crew. “Hey!” I greeted, ducking under his arm as he wrapped it around my shoulder. “Hey yourself!” He began guiding me toward the corner of the bar, and I clamped my bladder down and took a deep breath. Emotions were flowing as freely as the alcohol, which made me wonder what Jensen was up to, as it wasn’t a smile plastered on his face like everyone else, but a concerned frown. “So…” Jensen started awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “You wanted to talk?” I questioned, hopefully giving him the go ahead to say what he wanted. “Yeah… umm,” He swallowed thick, I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Out with it, Ackles!” I said, slapping his arm as he started to look pale. “Right, well… Umm … I’m sorry, YNN, but I’m-- Dee and I… we’re,” He paused as he saw my face fall; I couldn’t help the display of emotion as I filled in the blanks of his statement with the obvious conclusion. It sucked to be right, and it was embarrassing that he knew enough about my crush and felt the need to break it to me. “I’m sorry.” He offered, touching my arm until I looked back up at him. “Don’t be sorry, Ackles.” I shrugged, the alcohol guiding my thoughts down a less pitiful path, “She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” I explained, with a cheeky smile. “What?” Jensen asked, leaning in closer, “She? You-- You like her?” He seemed baffled. “Duh. Isn’t that what...” I said,glancing out at our beautiful costar dancing with the others. I looked back to Jensen, his eyes darting to and fro as well, the cogs in his brain working overtime. “Oh my sweet little Ackles, you thought I … dude! I’m sorry.” I laughed, clapping his shoulder, “But if I ever change my mind, you’ll be the first on my list.” I flashed him a large smile and saw relief flash across his face before he chuckled and nodded. I couldn’t help but look forward to working closer with Danneel in LA; maybe I could win her over there! After all, LA is where all the magic happens--maybe it could work some magic here too.

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