#except for the rolex ofc

[horriblehistorieschild]

Well it's about damn time.

[theheightofdishonor]

thank you @azhagiye for tagging me in the url playlist challenge <3. My url is soo long so this is going to take a fair bit

t- tuta gold by mahmood

h- happy to die by I.M.

e- echale by anthony ramos

h- harlem by new politics. It's one of their best songs

e- ente khalbile by vineeth sreenivasan , song of ALL time

i- into the night by yoasobi

g- gasoline by halsey. The storytelling in her songs is so compelling.

h- hold me tight or don't by fall out boy. I forgot how many letter h's i have in my url lmao.

t- tum tum from enemy

o- oo antava from pushpa because I just choreo'd a dance for this and it was fun

f- this one was really hard but free fall by slot machine

d- decay by jordan adetunji. I really like his music but this song is one of my absolute favourites at the moment. I've listened to it a half dozen times just today.

i- in the heights from in the heights

s- saami saami from pushpa but specifically in tamil

h- hold up by beyonce. It's sooo fun to sing.

o- only exception from paramore (the 'the' doesn't count)

n- this one was possibly the hardest because there's so many songs i love that start with n but rn it has to be neela nilave from RDX

o- otha sollaala, I forgot the movie it's from ngl

r-raavanan by rolex rasathy.

It was so hard to pick for some of these, I'm terrible at making decisions. I alsol have the worst memory ever so i did use help from my spotify playlist to remember song titles.

hmm haven't done tag games in a long time but tagging @alenadragonne and @cescalr because i miss them. Don't feel pressured tho ofc!

[greenorangevioletgrass]

red right hand (mob!harry x oc) 2/3

"we could meet again someday / somewhere far away from here / we never learn, we've been here before / why are we always stuck and running from the bullets?"

series masterlist | main masterlist | ko-fi

pairing: mob!Harry Holland x spy!OFC

summary: in desperate times, Bel makes an unlikely alliance. Will she and Harry get out this time?

word count: 2.8k

warnings: so much yearning, fluff, a little angst, smut, light d/s, softdom!oc, softsub!harry, oral (m), mention of subspace, mention of injury

notes: we have a guest appearance! woohoo! the story's coming to a close, but not without a last hurrah lol. hope you enjoy it!

[read part 1 here]

***

When Bel takes a managerial position at the headquarters, nobody bats an eye. She’d been in the field for over a decade and she’d served on some of the most arduous missions among her peers. They figured it’s about time. Her colleagues teased her about having a man (or a woman) to come home to as the main reason she’s staying; she simply smiles and jokes,

“As if I’d have the time.”

And all excuses aside, she doesn’t. She spends a day leading a counter-surveillance task force, undoing the mess of a breach the Holland & Co had cost them. It’s much less exciting than being on the field, but it allows her to be close to the case-- or rather, the people who are working on it. Not too close to draw attention, but close enough to gain insider information.

Like the fact that every single key player in the mob went down, except for their leader, Thomas Holland, who’s been running around scot-free as usual. And that he was the one who tipped off the MI6 himself.

It doesn’t make any sense. To make matters worse, there’s not much she can do about it. She's sitting on a lot of gold, but as a former field agent who’d handled their case, it would look awfully suspicious for her to meddle again. But the charges are pretty clear-cut and they could very likely get the life sentence.

There’s no way she’s gonna let that happen.

So here she is, taking a huge risk on her career and her life, sneaking into the heavily guarded penthouse of Tom Holland in the dead of the night. They certainly amped up the security details since she’d pulled this kind of operation on Harry years ago, but she certainly gained new tricks up her sleeve, too, since then.

It doesn’t take much for her to gain access to his building’s blueprints and security scheme --more of an idle snooping in between her real work, really. From there, she simply takes up a ‘last minute replacement’ as a housekeeper to get to the top floor --weaving her way just out of surveillance cameras as she sheds her disguise. One by one, piece by piece, heading straight to the master suite.

She finds him sipping scotch neat with his feet propped on his coffee table, his couch facing the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city he’d taken over at such a young age. He’s older now, more composed. Maybe more jaded. He still looks as dignified as ever, even with his suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. His platinum Rolex glints softly under the warm yellowish lamp.

He looks up, the surprise barely visible in his features, and he simply sits back on his chair. Studying the woman before him from head to toe.

“Bel. I hardly recognized you.” Tom smiles smoothly, eyeing her all-black outfit and short dark hair. “Been a while. Is this a business or social call?"

"It's hardly savory to conduct business in the bedroom, isn't it?" she tuts almost teasingly.

"Isn't that what you do?"

"Touché." Bel nods; it stings, but not at all surprising. "Although I've hung up the boots now. Moved up to the headquarters."

"Congratulations to you," he quips, raising his glass in her direction.

"Drink?”

She shakes her head. “I won’t be long.”

“Ah. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I’m just checking in to see how you are.” she leans her arm against the floor-length window before him. “After all, your brothers are all… indisposed right now.”

“And why would that be any of your concern?”

Bel ignores the question and just stares out across the river and the lights, riding out her train of thought. “It’s been what, eight months? You’re not just gonna let them rot in jail, are you?"

Tom doesn’t budge. In fact, he sounds rather bored-- like he’s been through this multiple times. "Just so you know, MI6 is not authorized to question me without a warrant--

“I’m not here on behalf of MI6,” she cuts him off, sharp but even. "I just had to see it for myself. Never pegged you for a traitor." a ghost of a smile breaks out from the corner of her lips, finally making eye contact with the infamous mob leader… and keeping it.

He stares her down right back, pulling an equally icy smile. “Well, isn’t that rich, coming from you.”

“I was never on your side,” she corrects him, her face and tone placid as ever. Bel reaches into her back pocket, not missing how Tom reflexively reaches the back of his couch. She takes out a plain white envelope and tosses it across his coffee table. “But this time, I can be.”

Tom stops its dragging motion with his index finger. “What’s this?”

“Leverage.”

“Is that right?”

“You have my word.”

“What’s that word worth now, eh?”

Bel bites back the inside of her cheek in amusement. Harry had said the same thing to her many years ago, and it made her wonder whether he takes after Harry or the other way around.

“Come on, Tommy. You know there’s nothing quite like honor among thieves,” she smirks in teasing, “Or are you above it all now?”

He crosses his arms and leans back, considering his options.

“I've been thinking about how strange this all is. What drove you, Thomas Holland, to throw your family to the dogs? You have all the money and power you could ever want. What is it?”

They stare at each other for the longest, just sizing each other up. She all but meets her match-- just as cunning, just as calculating. Just as desperate to win, to escape.

In putting up the facade.

And in that moment Bel sees it break through the cracks-- she’s not even sure she saw it at first. The striking similarity with his younger brother. At first she thought it was simply their physical features; the curls unruly after a long day, the tight line of his lips when he's deep in thought, the same bone structure as the shadow covers part of his face...

But she sees it in his eyes. A split second of vulnerability. The kind that she sees in her own reflection.

“There’s only one thing that can blind a man as smart as you, Tommy.” the realization dawns almost solemnly to her. “Love.”

He neither confirms nor denies, he just… hums. Letting her think she has the upper hand while he pieces it all together. She'd read him like a book, but in doing so, she showed her cards, too. And he realizes that the two of them are not so different, after all. She’s taking all of this risk to go behind MI6’s back, and for what? There’s no plausible reason for her to do that, unless--

“It’s Harry, isn’t it?” he guesses, watching for any minute change in her expression. There’s none, but he presses anyway. “You came in for your mission but you fell in love with him for real.”

The breath in Bel’s throat nearly hitches, but she wills herself to stay calm. She wills every muscle in her body to stay as they are. “Love is for children. I owe him a debt."

“Aren’t we just children in the end, Bel? Same antics, same petty games. Just a much bigger playground.”

They sit there in silence, in stillness, in the shadows. In an unspoken bond over loss and loneliness. It’s a fleeting moment, but for two people who always feel like they’re on the run, it feels like a whole night’s worth of solace.

Bel eventually gets up from her seat, seeing herself out. She stops by the door and says, “I hope you make the right decision.”

Tom finishes his scotch as soon as the doors close, letting the warmth burn his chest, and the choice sink in. His mind goes through all the possibilities-- all the risks and opportunities- as he reads Bel’s document, even though he already knows the answer he’s rooting for.

***

It takes three weeks, two days, and eighteen hours for Harry and his brothers to be released and placed on house arrest. Another four arduous months of trials until the charges are dropped and they are able to reach another agreement with the British government. Through it all, Bel and Harry lived on the same side of town, merely a couple of miles away from each other, and never saw each other once.

So when he’s officially declared a free man, Harry barely sets foot in his house before he runs all the way to Bel’s home. He hardly gets his arms into his coat sleeves as he dashes through the rain. The pouring water wakes him up, ensuring him that he’s not daydreaming --he does that a lot in captivity. He takes in the bleak autumn air in deep draws, the sharp sting of cold feels comforting somehow. And every step just propels him closer and closer to where he needs to be.

Bel had sent him an address just days after he returned home. There was no knowing how long the trials would last, but they wanted to keep their hopes up. They needed to-- it was the only thing that kept them going. For Bel, it made her sleep easier knowing Harry knows where to find her this time. Meanwhile Harry… well, he spent his restless nights memorizing his way to her door.

He reaches the house at the end of the lane, passing through doors of red and black and white. Blue like the TARDIS, she once said. His boots splash into a puddle for the millionth time and he only feels the dampness on his shin as he runs up the steps to her door. He barely puts his knuckles against the wood when it magically opens.

And there she is, ethereal as ever and always, on the other side of the door. Two years after they’d last seen each other. More than a year overdue. Life seems to be so hell-bent on keeping them apart, but not even two most powerful nations and a whole mob could succeed. For the first time in a very long time, Harry feels victorious.

“Bel,” he breathes out as he rushes over. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her like he’d been deprived of it.

In all honesty, he really was.

Her cold, rough palms meet his cheeks, stroking so gently. It’s the first semblance of warmth he’d ever had for so long. All he wants to do is to just hold onto it for as long as he humanly can. The soft stroke of her hand, the familiar scent of her shampoo, the perfect fit of her body against his. The quiet comfort that’s understood, given and received without a word.

And he swears it’s raining inside her house.

“Hey, kid,” she smiles as she pulls away wiping his eyes, and he realizes that the droplets from his hair had melded together with their tears. “Missed me?”

“Of course. Didn’t you?”

A sob escapes her this time. “Yeah, you can say that.”

He chases her kiss again, craving that quietude in their union once more. Reunions are usually emotionally, physically charged affairs, but this time it’s different. He’d been strung up so tight, that the moment she fills up his senses, everything else just dissolves into nothingness.

There’s just her lips, breathing life into every part of him that she touches.

His drenched coat is soon discarded on the floor and his white shirt unbuttoned, thanks to Bel’s restless fingers. She revels in the taste of his sweat and the mist and the way he just gives in to every kiss. Every lick, every bite.

She doesn’t miss how he bucks his hips forward when she works at his belt, pushing his trousers and boxers at once. His hard cock springs against his stomach, and they let out a soft sigh in unison-- Bel for an appetite reawakened, and Harry for a frenzy finally sedated.

Her tongue wets his balls to his shaft, tracing the tight veins along the side, all the way to his leaking tip. She looks up at him as she spreads his precum all over and watches his eyes fight to stay open. To stay on her. She doesn’t even need to say anything; she just smiles in approval and ravishes all of him with her mouth.

“Bel…”

He utters it like he just can’t get enough, and it’s like music to her ears. She never had a shortage of men and women moaning her name in earnest (even though it’s not even her real name sometimes), but none of them ever came close. All she ever wanted is this man with the red hair and the button nose and the quick wits and the perfect cock that’s so weak for her.

She takes him so deep inside her throat, he thought he was gonna black out. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, desperate to cling onto something as he feels himself drifting in and out of himself. His surroundings. All he feels is her; her lips, her tongue, her breath.

It takes him everything to say, “No, wait. Bel, I’m gonna come--”

But instead, she lets go of him for a moment to respond with, “Good. I want you to.”

He spills into her mouth in an exhilarating wave of pleasure. His eyes roll back into his skull, but he can feel her sucking and swallowing every drop of his cum. His knees turn to mush and he slides down to the floor, head resting against the wall. She kisses him like the sweetest thing in the world, and the salty taste of his release from her mouth makes him dizzy.

“Harry?” she calls him quietly, soothingly, nose colliding with his. “Come back to me.”

He chases her mouth feverishly. “Mm. Missed you.”

“Missed you, too, kid.” she smiles warmly. “Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes before you catch a cold, yeah?”

Harry takes her hand, heavy and floating at the same time, and lets her draw him a bath. Make him dinner. Take him to bed, where they would reunite again and again until they’re satisfied-- even though they never are. He licks his own cum from her pussy until she’s writhing into his mouth, and they do it all over again. Or she just keeps his cock sheathed inside her, cum running down their thighs, as they relish in the stillness of each other until desire takes over once more.

And in between, they would talk. About her charming little house, the mundane hobbies they’d taken up in the prolonged absence of each other. Nothing about prison. Nothing about MI6. Nothing about that side of their life. They just want to pretend that they're Harry and Bel, two ordinary people who happen to have been apart.

At least, for as long as time will allow.

“I’m gonna talk to Tom today,” he pipes up over his tea the next morning, “Tell him I’m leaving.”

Bel pauses. “Think he’d take it well?”

“He has to. He owes me that much, at least.”

She doesn’t say anything else. It’s hard to tread something so brutal after living in a moment of ignorant bliss.

“I can lay low for a few months, while you finish whatever you have with work.”

“It won’t be long,” she reassures him almost immediately, like she couldn't wait to say it.

Harry seems slightly surprised, in a good way. “They won’t get suspicious?”

“People resign after a national security crisis more often than you think," she shrugs, as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

Breakfast goes by in an idle lull of domesticity. A quiet lull on a Saturday morning with clinks of cutleries and rustles of light rain outside. Playing house for the last time, before they get to do it for real.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours, yeah?" Harry says as he puts his coat on.

"See you in a bit." she grins, cheery and genuine, and pecks him on the lips before she sees him out, walking down her quiet street.

And as difficult as it feels to leave behind the life and the people he’s always known, Harry walks with a spring in his steps, retracing his steps the day before, knowing he’ll return to start the long-awaited life with his lover very soon. Take the scenic route around the globe to find their new home. Maybe somewhere in the countryside, or by the beach, or stay anonymous in another busy city… the possibilities are endless.

He doesn’t think much of it when a man in a black coat bumps into him on the street. In lieu of an apology, though, he whispers, “The Five Families in New York sends their regards, Harry Holland.”

Harry reaches for his gun, but even his quick reflexes can’t beat a ready pull of the trigger. The gunshot is muffled at point-blank range, although the pain rips a splitting burn all over his body and his nerves feel like they're screaming bloody murder. He falls to the ground unconscious just a block away from Tom’s home.

From freedom.

******

tagging lovely people who might be interested? hope you enjoyed it, and stay tuned for the finale! 💖

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[chubbyhl]

I once heard that on one of these luxury cruises people gain an insane amount of weight in short time. Like. At least 2 ½ kg in about a week or two.

Soooo... What about sugar daddy Harry who takes his sugar baby Louis on these cruises regularly? And Louis caters to him all. Day. Long. So much food. Harry doesn't even have to move except for out of the cabin and onto the sundeck or back. He can just lie there, tits out, belly out, tanning and sweating, while Louis makes sure to bring him food, handfeed it to him, always keep him well-fed and content.

I wonder what Harry would look like after a few of these...

OOOOOh god damn that's a hot image. something about older, rich fat harry just makes me 🥵

also I'm picturing like. the full rich old man look for harry. like tiny swim shorts on his big body, always wearing a rolex and gold chain even in the sun and louis has to remind him to remove them so he doesn't get tan lines

and of course he adores his sweet baby who always wears his tiny swimsuit and brings him booze and ice cream and shrimp cocktail and cheese fondue and whatever else harry wants from the 24/7 buffets.

ofc louis is a very good boy and is always rewarded for his efforts...both getting to buy whatever he wants when they dock onshore and then getting his own treats from daddy back in the cabin 🥰

[lavenderlattaes]

txt as high school au tropes

⇒ summary: txt in a high school au setting.

⇒ [ high school! au ]

⇒ pairing: txt x reader

⇒ word count: 2.5k words

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting, parties, making out

⇒ note: hello,, yeonjun’s cover got me so emo last night that i knew i just HAD to finish this so i can finish the bad boy au i had started writing for him sksks. Also i only had a bad boy fic planned for yeonjun, but if you guys think i should write for the other members too, please send me an ask! ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy!  ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

choi yeonjun:

↳ the bad boy

YES.

C’mon guys, this is badboy!!!! Yeonjun!!!!

okay, so yeonjun’s definitely the leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding kind of badboy

the one that gets into all the fights (ง’̀-‘́)ง

the one that smokes and drinks and punches his way around bc he cannot, for the life of him, control his emotions and feelings ‾͟͟͞(((ꎤˋ⁻̫ˊ)—̳͟͞͞o

he’s also hardly at school

but on the rare days that he’s actually at school, he’s always punching someone or he’s all bloodied and bruised

like,,, dude do you wanna die N O W???

the first time you met was at the nurse’s office

oh wow i wasn’t expecting that

the nurse wasn’t around but you volunteered there frequently, so you were the only one there

the door opens and you’re surprised to see someone you’re not familiar with??

he wasn’t wearing your school’s uniform,,,

who is this dude and why is he heRE

but he looked like shit and like he was gonna die

so even if he may be part of some sketchy gang

you had no choice but to patch him up pspspsps

he was covered in scratches and bruises and his lip and eyebrow were bleeding

ffs man

you told him to go sit on a bed while you went around looking for all the supplies you needed

yeonjun was being a lil shit too, bc he wouldn’t cooperate right away but eventually after threatening him that he might die if he was being choosy about who’s gonna patch him he gave in

so you started to patch him up and he was just

s t a r i n g 

like 

⊙﹏⊙

D U D E

he’s really attractive if he just wasn’t into fighting all the time y’know

girls still occasionally wanna try “breaking his badboy rep” 

all that cliché stuff

you get really conscious under his gaze and then he asks for your name and you ask him what happened instead psksks

he goes (◕︵◕)

so you give him your name fAM AND HE SAYS, “I’m Choi Yeonjun”

pspspspp

and then he tells you that he’s friends with two other choi dudes who are also really well known in your school

and then it hits you

HE’S THE BADBOY EVERYONE’S TALKING ABOUT

damn y/n you’re so lost fam 

lmao so he does go to your school but you’ve never seen him before????

you finally finish patching him up and you wrap his knuckles in a gauze and his arm as well

hIS ARM HAD A HUGE ASS CUT btw

“what kind of fight did you even get into?” (´･(´･(´･(´･(´･(´･д･`) ･`)･`)･`)･`)･`)

“the kind where I almost die???” (￣ω￣;)

eye-

after getting him all patched up, you take a good look at him and whew he’s all better now

he doesn’t look like he’d die any minute 

then you smile at him like (✿◠‿◠)

AND HE SAYS 

“I like your smile, can I call you sunshine?”

PSPSPSPSPSPSP

yeonjun’s about to leave when you’re still bothered by the large cut on his eyebrow

“Wait!”

you pull out a cute rubber ducky cartoon band-aid from your pocket and place it on top of the cut sKSKSKKS

after he finally leaves and says goodbye, yeonjun suddenly can’t stop thinking about you

and maybe, just maybe, you can’t stop thinking about him too.

choi soobin:

↳ the rich kid

okAY so remember how badboy! yeonjun was friends with 2 other chois

Well duh who would those other two be (●´ω｀●)

so soobin’s the riCH KID!!

like, he be drippin in finesse yo

(okay that was bad)

he wears gucci, channel, louis vuitton, armani, all that shit

tO SCHOOL

jk you guys had uniforms

but there’s always something expensive on him

whether it be his shoes, or his bag, or maybe a ring

AND EVERYONE LIVED FOR RICH KID CHOI SOOBIN WEARING HIS ROLEX 乂❤‿❤乂

but he isn’t exactly the friendly type (๑◕︵◕๑)

he’s the quiet one out of the three of them and he always keeps a straight face

＼| ￣ヘ￣|／

Like that ^^^^

despite having literally no emotion on his face whatsoever, his lips always seem to be upturned in a pout ksskskksks

and despite his cold personality, that doesn’t stop the girls from swooning over him lol

so,, y/n you’re a pretty clumsy simpleton

dID I JUST USE SIMPLETON

and you somehow,,, idk 

the world hates u

you accidentally bump into him like really hard when he was adjusting his precious Rolex on his wrist and the collision caused his Rolex...to...fly…

basically you broke his watch.

sKSKSKSKSKSKKSKS DUDE

Y/N YOU BETTER RUN AWAY NOW FAM

and everyone that was there was like :000

And soobin is just ( •̀ω•́ )σ

And you’re ಥ_ಥ

but he just sighs, picks up his broken watch and slips it into his pocket and walks away as if nothing happened

HNGGGGG o(╥﹏╥)o

you’re so guilty that you started to come up to him everyday asking how you could repay him and if you could,,, you know,, pay for it in six months time or some shit

and after a few days soobin’s had enough of you following him around

and (￣ｰ￣)ﾉ

“can you stop annoying me? It’s an expensive watch, you can’t possibly pay for it”

wOW OKAY :///

“But i feel really bad for breaking it...( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )”

so soobin decides to make you his “servant”

and you know it’s stupid ,,, just bc he’s rich as hell doesn’t mean he can treat you like that

but he wasn’t giving you any options so you had no choice

you followed him around now and well, somehow

you got to know the real choi soobin hiding under all that expensive clothing and jewelry

the choi soobin that built his walls up so high that no one saw except his other two friends

and now, you.

choi beomgyu:

↳ the heartbreaker

YES CHILDREN

THIS BOY

steals hearts left and right

or: also known as the fuckboy

skskskksksks

he slept around and girls always fell victim to his charms

aside from the fact that he was just really really good looking and handsome and gorgeous and-

he was also really friendly and funny

you’d see him at parties all the time, and sometimes with soobin and yeonjun too 

there’s always a random girl on his arm too lmao

beomgyu’s never brought a girl to bed more than once before

it’s always just making out for like hours and one night stands here n there

and flings here and there

never had a serious relationship ever

and all the girls at school are fighting to be the one he decides to “do” more than once

(・_・ヾ

i mean,, who wouldn’t want to be the first girl choi beomgyu ever fucks more than ONCE 

but you just can’t seem to share the same sentiment with the other girls at school

shouldn’t they be fighting over who gets to be his first serious girlfriend or sumth? the girls in your school r weird tbh

besides,, you’re too busy looking for new memes or something and aren’t fuckboys supposed to be the type to do one night stands anyway???

but you know, you’re the mc in this world y/n

and you caught beomgyu’s eye bc he’s always noticed you on your phone laughing at something or bopping your head to some cool new song

he can’t stop smiling every time he sees you do that

BC YOU’RE JUST SO CUTE AND OMFG IS CHOI BEOMGYU CATCHING ACTUAL FEELINGS

and get this,,, beomgyu’s never been the type to be all shy and flustered bc that’s just so not him

but then you get partnered up for a project and suddenly you’re approaching his desk with a bright smile on your face and 

sKSKSK heLP HIM SOMEONE P L E ASE

“hi! I’m y/n!” you extend your hand out for him and he just

ฅ(*°ω°*ฅ)

seeing beomgyu all flustered makes you giggle and he breaks out of his trance and goes back to his old self

“Hey, y/n. Let’s have a great time together(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ”

so that’s how you and beomgyu become friends

even after the project ended you still hung out and you even became somewhat friends with yeonjun and soobin

you sometimes went to parties with him too

and whilst beomgyu fell deeper for you

you remained clueless as ever

you just thought it was him being friendly and stuff bc that’s what he does

what you did notice though

beomgyu hardly made out or slept with anyone at parties now

he hung out with you and played games with you and with soobin and yeonjun

and he didn’t usually go to parties now if you couldn’t make it!!!

and everyone can clearly see how much he LIKES?? LOVES?? you 

so yeah, maybe beomgyu’s gotten rid of his fuckboy ways bc of you.

kang taehyun:

↳ the valedictorian

name a smarter guy in your school than kang taehyun. Go

jk never gonna happen HE’S the smartest

literally breezes through his subjects like it’s nothing

idk how it works for you guys but in my school, we don’t have GPAs and stuff but anyway

he has like, an average grade of 99 (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ (and that’s a 4.0 GPA right????) 

PSPSPPS WHAT THE HECKITY HECK

and all the teachers love him ofc

he doesn’t have to sit in front to be THIS smart

he can sit at the back row and be all emo with choi yeonjun if he wanted to and he’d still ace a test

h o w ⊂•⊃_⊂•⊃

and not only that

he’s got a really good voice?? he’s in choir omg

no,,

he has the voice of an angel ★~(◡‿◡✿)

he hits high notes like how he breezes through his subjects

he’s the type of guy you bring home to meet your parents after one (1) date bc they’ll love him anyway

aND if he could get any more perfect,,,, he’s captain of your football team AND class president

AND I SAY WHAT

yUP

kang taehyun best boy _へ__(‾◡◝ )>

and you?

HAH

you guys are a match made in heaven

you’re his vice president, and while he’s in choir, you’re part of your school’s journalism club

plus, you’re smart enough to go against him but you like slacking off lmao

also

“you have all the glory in high school tae, i’ll kick your ass in college” PSSPPS

And if taehyun’s the captain of the football team, you’re captain of the volleyball team just bc

goals? I think so too (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

but sigh,,, yunno

as smart as taehyun is, he’s a bit dumb when it comes to matters of the heart

THIS IS THE ONLY TIME WE CAN CALL KANG TAEHYUN DUMB!! BECAUSE!! HE!! CAN’T!! SEE!! HOW!! MUCH!! YOU!! LOVE!! HIM!! (;¬_¬)

you’ve always loved him, but you realized it only when you guys won the science quiz bee the year before ⊂( ◜◒◝ )⊃

basically, you’ve loved him for more than a year now,, sigh

and you’re just trying to find the right opportunity to confess

wHEN BOOM you suddenly remembered you’re on the school paper!!!! ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒

v-day is right around the corner and since you’re editor in chief, you decided that it would be nice to have a lil fun in preparation for the event

so you got the whole school dropping anonymous love notes for their crush!!

and the club went around pasting them on lockers for the students so they don’t risk the chance of getting caught pspsps

totally smart idea huh !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

all for the sake of confessing your feelings for your best friend.

hueningkai:

↳ the popular guy 

this boi

loved by everybody

and i mean everybody

even yeonjun and soobin who seem like they don’t give two flying fucks about anything

like literally everybody wants to be his friend !!!

there’s nothing people have to hate him for honestly

he’s in choir with taehyun 

he follows no crowd bC THE CROWD FOLLOWS HIM SKSKS

“hey, kai!”

“ey, wassup! I like your top!”

(▰˘◡˘▰)

he’s a cute babie too oomf

the girls that aren’t swooning over yeonjun or beomgyu or soobin are definitely swooning over him

(with taehyun they’ve lost all hope bc they know his best friend’s the only one that’s supposed!! to!! stand!! next!! to!! him!!)

kai’s also really sweet and nice to everybody,, and i mean everybody

he talks to everyone, even those emo kids who sit at the back row

and even they can’t resist smiling :) 

he’s that kind of popular guy that’s really preppy and fun to be around

he’s the type to help girls carry their books, or help guys plan on how to ask their crushes out

everyone knows a lot about him bc he doesn’t hesitate to share and talk about his life bc he literally has no trust issues whatsoever

not in a bad way, tho!! he’s just really honest n stuff

but

the one thing that everyone doesn’t know about him is that he can play piano sksk ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱

they know he can sing, but they didn’t know he played piano like???

he’s never brought it up before

but one time you find him playing the piano in the music room

you’re in the art club and you guys usually stayed behind after school to work on your paintings and stuff when you were feeling like it

and it just so happened that you were staying behind bc you entered into an art competition and you had only two weeks left to complete your painting

but lately you’ve been running out of inspiration and decided to clear your thoughts first before going back to your painting

what’s that beautiful melody??? 

【・_・?】

and it led you to him and you were surprised to see mr. popular in the room

(*ﾟﾛﾟ)

and you didn’t mean to, but the door was ajar and you push it open even further to hear the song better

DUMB MOVE

a chair was resting behind the door and it screeched on the floor spsps

Kai turned around and saw you

“oh! Hey y/n”

he stopped playing and you could see a faint blush on his cheeks ≧◡≦

“you play piano? i never knew” you decided to just step inside bc he wouldn’t mind right? rIGHT???

yeah,, if he didn't have such a big PHAT CRUSH ON YOU

“uh yeah, it helps me to clear my mind sometimes”

“i was taking a break too, i couldn’t finish my painting”

sKSKSK AND KAI FOUND THAT PERF OPPORTUNITY TO SPEND TIME W YOU BY OFFERING YOU HIS COMPANY TO GO AROUND

he’s always liked you, ever since you were lab partners for an entire year,,

you occasionally talked, but since he was on the more popular side and you had a smaller group of friends it was hard for him to find proper alone time with you

but life’s good to this baby and he finally got to spend his time with you.