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titan-fodder · 3 years ago

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Back to Baseline (Miche Zacharias x Reader)

Rating: E (explicit)

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Warnings: female-bodied&female-identifying reader, established relationship (marriage), small spats/tension, a lot of relationship reflection (all good, they are actually very healthy), sexual content, 69ing, silliness, coming separately, sex toys, cum play, a lot of real life inspiration 💕

A/N: this is my contribution to the better than fiction collab that I (sort of) helped co-host with @spacelabrathor! please please check out the whole masterlist because tumblr needs more vanilla content if I’m being totally honest.

this was so much fun to write, I banged it out in a day. It’s pretty self-indulgent, and I based quite a bit of it off my irl marriage just because the theme here is realism, and also my husband and I are pretty good at the whole relationship thing tbh. anyway, hope you enjoy some more soft Miche content from me~

The house looks as it always does–dirty work boots by the door, a cardigan hanging from the hook your keys should be on, blankets thrown over the back of the couch, a fresh takeout box on the coffee table. The dogs are curled up on the loveseat, and the TV is playing an episode of the adult animation you’ve seen a dozen times before.

Everything looks as it always does, but it feels different. A certain tension hangs over you and your husband, one neither of you are used to, one neither of you enjoy, and it’s been permeating the space between you for days now.

A busy week left little time for the two of you to see or even speak with each other, Miche tied up with the new jobsite while you’ve been bogged down with deadlines. Communication dwindled which made room for tiny miscommunications, careless comments born of fatigue, and now the two of you are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, refusing to open your mouths in fear of words being misconstrued once again.

You have to admit, though, even bickering seems better than silence.

Worrying your lower lip, you reach for the remote and try, “We’ve seen this one a lot. Wanna change it to something else?”

Miche shrugs, and you sigh, dropping your hand and deciding to just leave the TV alone.

“What?” he grunts, and when you shake your head, he asks again, “What?”

“Nothing, babe. Fuck, I just breathed.”

“No, you did one of your heavy sighs. There’s a difference.”

Fighting off a groan of frustration, you shut your eyes, reprimanding yourself for disturbing the frail peace. As it turns out, the silence had been better.

You stand up in a swift motion, grabbing the leftovers to stick them in the fridge, relaxing a bit as you put distance between you and Miche.

There is no resentment or anger. Just annoyance. And, for no real reason.

The two of you have been married for almost five years, and honestly, it’s been perfect–absolutely incredible. Miche just gets you, and you get him.

For most of your life, you listened to older couples preach about what hard work relationships take, and while you can appreciate that effort must be made, it isn’t hard to put forth said effort because you know it’ll end up benefiting you and your partner in the long run.

Talking with Miche is something you can do with ease, and it always has been. You’ve never had issues in communicating your wants or needs, and the man is so laid back that when you suggested he make himself a little more emotionally available, he did so without protest. He was a little goofy about it at first, almost poking fun when he’d come home from a long day, sigh, and confess in a comically whiny voice, “I think I need to snuggle or cry or something,” but now he has no qualms with trudging into the bedroom and asking sincerely, “Can I hold you for a while tonight?”

It’s the shit like that that makes marriages last, you think–being receptive and respectful. That, and the cup in the kitchen full of popsicle sticks scribbled with the names of nearby restaurants because Jesus fuck, talk about a life saver. You can’t make decisions to save your life, and considering Miche is the epitome of, “Followin’ you, babe,” the mealtime conversation was always draining. So, thanks, Pinterest.

You’re best friends. You laugh when he laughs, and you cry when he glowers, and you can talk for hours when given the chance. You get along with his friends, he gets along with yours, and while you have some similar interests, the real beauty of your relationship shows through your differences and how you both appreciate them. Miche has taught you so much about so many things, and he gives you the same opportunities to teach him as well, always curious to learn more about you and what has your attention at the present time.

Sometimes you wake up next to him and wonder if he was actually hand-crafted for you specifically because he fits you so perfectly, balances you where you need to be balanced and complementing you where you need to be complemented, not so much a yin to your yang–more like the serenity to your turbulence. You are not easy to manage (you know that better than anyone after trying and failing to do so your entire life), but Miche loves and takes care of you as if he was put on this earth to do just that, and you wonder how the fuck you could get so lucky because it doesn’t make sense–

“What is going on?”

His deep voice shakes you from your little reverie, and you blink across the kitchen island to find him braced on his elbows and staring at you with those soulful green eyes. His expression makes your chest clench, and you try to swallow past the tightness in your throat with little success.

You aren’t mad at him. He hasn’t done anything wrong. You’re just not connecting, and that fact alone has you irritated. You haven’t been able to have a decent conversation with him in nearly a week, haven’t felt his strong arms around you in just as long, and it’s starting to wear on you.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. “We’re both just tired, I guess.”

“Well, that’s not gonna change anytime soon,” Miche says with a click of his tongue, “but this–” he motions between the two of you, “–this does need to change. Last thing I wanna do when I get home is walk on eggshells all evening, so let’s just… get it out.”

Letting out a humorless laugh, you hold your hands out by your sides. “There’s nothing to get out, babe. I’m not mad at you or anything. We’re just in a weird place right now and both super stressed so, like…” He doesn’t look entirely convinced, so you raise an eyebrow and remind him, “Miche, if I was legitimately mad at you, you’d know it.”

“Fair.”

You aren’t the type to scream and throw things, but you are the type to sit down and cry and tell him exactly what happened to make you upset. After a shitty past relationship, you made a vow to yourself to never let things fester, which means Miche does not have the luxury of the cold shoulder. No, he just gets tears and hiccups and you stuttering, “I just feel like…” about a hundred times until you finally manage to voice the real issue you’ve taken with him.

He must be some kind of saint for putting up with you.

That said, you don’t fight often. The open line of communication means as soon as something rubs you the wrong way, one of you says something about it, and it gets clarified. That takes care of ninety percent of problems, you’ve both come to find.

When that line is suddenly closed, though, due to schedules or emergencies, things get a little muggy–you both fall out of rhythm, no longer on the same page, and that is when actual, serious arguments happen. In the years that you’ve been with Miche, you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve fought. The two of you have had some lively discussions before, but any time the energy shifts into something more serious, both of you pick up on it and pause, say something along the lines of, “Hold on, let’s step back for a second,” with shaky, sorry smiles.

You aren’t on the verge of a lively discussion currently, though. The rate things are going, the amount of times you’ve snapped at each other in the past week over stupid shit (the twist-tie for the bread being left out, your shoes under the coffee table instead of by the door, etc.), you and your husband are well on your way to a fight.

Unless you can put a stop to it here and now.

“What’re your plans for the rest of the night?” Miche asks, still watching you from the other side of the counter top.

You give a nebulous wave and a little, “I dunno,” because as much as you’d like to just crawl into bed and start over tomorrow, you know that isn’t an option. “I got, like, zero work done today, so–”

“Let’s take a bath.”

Cocking your head, you squint and state, “You hate baths.”

He does. He likes all the floral soaps and bath bombs you get from the little shop in the mall, but as far as actually sitting in the ceramic tub–the man constantly complains about being able to feel his bones scraping together while curled around you.

“I don’t hate them,” he tries, and it earns him a tiny, knowing smile. “They’re uncomfortable because I’m tall, but you like them.”

“I do, and you know,” you start, slowly making your way out of the kitchen toward him, “You’d probably like them more if we got a bigger–”

“I know, I know, whirlpool tub, it’s on the very long to-do list.”

Miche is hesitant to reach out for you, almost timid when he takes your hand and pulls you close to him. It hurts you, makes you feel like you need to apologize, but you haven’t done anything wrong. Neither has he. No one is in the wrong here, but no one is in the right either.

“You still have some stuff from that frou-frou shop you like?” he asks.

You answer, “Yes,” with a roll of your eyes, mumbling an amused, “Don’t act like you don’t like that frou frou shop.”

The TV is turned off, and you walk with Miche to your shared bedroom, slowly undressing and feeling shy about it for the first time in God knows how long. It seems like forever since you’ve felt his hands on you, even in innocent ways, so when he wraps them around your hips under the warm spray of the shower, you shiver.

Miche insists on washing the day from him before soaking in a tub, something you’ve never quite understood since every bath has to end in a shower to rinse all the excess soap away. He’d mentioned once how he hates the idea of sitting in his own filth, and you’ve never questioned him since. It just makes the bath routine a little more tedious than necessary in your opinion.

But, if it means being able to lean against his broad chest while soaking in rose and jasmine, you suppose the wasted water is worth it.

You hear Miche hiss when his back comes in contact with the cold tiles of the wall, can practically feel him grit his teeth when the ceramic digs into his hips and ankles. Knees are bent on either side of you, and you slowly sink back into him, letting him get used to your added weight as it pushes him further into the tub. Only when one of his hands settles on your tummy do you relax fully.

The bath is very warm, a sweet, herby aroma swirling in the air just as petals swirl in the water. It’s a tight fit–Miche really is too large for this tub–but it’s comforting to you. You’ve always enjoyed deep pressure on your body, tight hugs and weighted blankets, and this is no different.

“Tell me about your week,” he says, and you can tell by the slight curve of his body that he’s resting his head against the wall behind him. “New project, right?”

Nodding, you briefly tell him about the manuscript you were sent and how reading it alone feels like pulling teeth.

“Editing is a nightmare. Reminds me of peer editing in basic composition classes,” you complain.

Miche chuckles, his thumb stroking just above your navel as he listens to you talk about how it isn’t an especially long piece, but it’s taking up extra time just because of how poor the quality is, and you can already tell it’s setting you behind for the next job you have sitting on your hard drive.

Once you’ve vented most, if not all, of your frustrations about the publishing company you work for, you urge Miche to tell you about how the new job is going. He’s got an idiot foreman with no experience actually heading a crew, and a vendor the company has never used before, so this whole first week has been an absolute clusterfuck.

“Thank god I’ve got Levi as my assistant on this one. If Dot had given me Gel again, I think I would’ve walked off the site completely a couple days ago. Almost did before Levi caught me.” He seems to laugh at the memory, your body moving with his as Miche recalls his coworker shooing him into his office and telling him to cool down after blowing up at at an electrician for not following OSHA guidelines.

“Can see why you’ve been stressed then,” you hum, loose where you sit in the water.

Chatting has been nice, even if it is just about work. It feels like you’ve missed out on so much just by not making small talk over dinner or through evening hobbies. It’s been so quiet between the two of you, and… you missed this.

“I’m sorry things’ve been so weird,” you sigh, running your hand up and down Miche’s calf, feeling the coarseness of his hair and scratching over the curve of muscle further down.

“Mm, not your fault,” he counters, holding you flush against him and speaking just above your ear. “Don’t apologize.”

The water has been cooling for some time, but the moisture trapped between your skin is still very hot, and when you move a certain way, you feel Miche’s cock twitch where it’s pressed against your back. He groans when you repeat the motion, warning, “Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, sugar.”

You grin, turning to look over your shoulder at an odd angle and assuring, “Oh, I can finish. Question is, can you?”

“Probably quicker than I’d like since it’s been a while,” Miche laughs before pushing you forward enough for you to stand up.

Both on your feet, you rinse off again then towel away any water droplets left behind, Miche bringing one of the towels into the room and leaving it at the foot of the bed before crowding you onto the mattress.

His shaggy hair is still very damp, hanging in his eyes until you push it away just in time to meet him in a kiss, and your whole body lifts with it, peace finally restored as his lips move with yours. It’s natural, it’s instinct, it’s the two of you in your most basic forms, locked at the mouths while hands roam free.

Miche crawls further up the bed with you until a loud yelp startles both of you, the smaller of your two dogs jumping from the place in the blankets he had apparently been hiding, scurrying away into the living room as Miche calls out a regretful, “Oh, sorry, bud!”

“For the best,” you tell him. “At least he won’t be scarred now.”

“The things these dogs have seen, honestly… They’re probably traumatized already.”

You both get comfortable on your sides, facing one another, and you kick a leg over Miche’s hip, sucking in air when he brushes fingers over your folds. One of your arms is pinned beneath your own weight, but you have just enough range to wrap your hand around your husband’s cock, already half hard and easy to stroke to the point of straining.

Miche’s groan is low, rattling around your head as he rocks his hips into your hand, his fingertips feather light on your sensitive skin and making you throb for him.

His tongue slips into your mouth every now and again, but most of your kisses remain close-lipped save for the occasional nip and bite until you’re panting into him and gripping him tighter. Precum keeps beading at his tip, and you swipe over it again and again, smearing it over the flare of his cockhead before deciding you’d prefer to lick it away.

“You ready for me to suck you off?” you ask despite knowing the answer.

Miche nods but stops you before you can slide down his torso, instead suggesting, “Let’s just sixty-nine. Want my face in your pussy now.”

Snorting, you very carefully position yourself over him, careful not to break his nose or kneel on his hair, and once he positions you just where he wants you, you lean over and grab his swollen cock, guiding it to your mouth as he grips your thighs and pulls you downward.

You gasp as soon as you feel his tongue on you, way more sensitive than you thought you’d be. It makes you pull up and away only for Miche to lock you into place.

“Fuck, babe–” you laugh only for it to go shrill again when he latches onto your clit.

He turns his head just enough to tell you to relax, the brush of his facial hair over your folds making you twitch, then pulls the little bud back into his mouth.

For a few moments, you buck with every flick of his tongue, almost as if it’s a surprise every time. Then, with a deep breath, you will away the tension in your muscles and allow yourself to go limp, to curl over him and lap at his cock while enjoying the way he eats your pussy from below.

When he senses your calm state, Miche loosens his hold on your thighs, simply massaging them, gently scratching over your ass until he’s able to find an angle that allows him to slide a finger into your entrance.

You groan around him, taking him deeper in your mouth then running your tongue along the underside of his cock. You can’t swallow all of him, still have a couple inches of clean flesh you just work with your hand, but Miche doesn’t seem to mind, grunting when you squeeze his base and play with his balls.

At some point, you raise just enough to voice a wayward thought in your head, laughing as you slur, “You know some people don’t like doing this? Like sixty-nining isn’t–isn’t that popular apparently. People say it’s too much work without enough payoff.”

Miche turns to nip at your leg, rumbling a lazy, “Those people aren’t doin’ it the right way then,” pausing to lick a thick stripe between your folds and adding, “Don’t know what they’re missin’ out on.”

He works you until you’re dripping onto his face, loosened by two of his thick fingers. Drool has made your chin sticky, but it’s worth it to hear his groans and feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You both hit that point of wanting more at about the same time, Miche helping you off his face and motioning toward the towel.

You pass it to him, opting to rinse your face with water and returning just in time to see him make himself comfortable up by the pillows, making sure the blankets are kicked to the ground so that neither of you will get tangled in them.

“Oh, don’t forget to turn the fan off,” he says with a nod, and you pull the chain three times then crawl to straddle his hips.

“Do you think we need lube?”

Miche’s response is to drag his fingers through your slickness once again, making you tug your lip between your teeth.

“Not right now, but better to keep it handy,” he smirks, licking his hand clean then lining himself up with your hole.

The initial inward push causes your jaw to drop, as it always does, the thickness of his cock stretching you, your gummy walls making room as he slides deeper and deeper.

You’re both slow to start moving. You want to feel him, of course, but you’ve learned from past mistakes—going too hard too fast—and you’d really like to not end the night with a heating pad thrown over your hips.

So, you rock leisurely, dull nails biting into Miche’s pecs as he strokes your back and keeps himself from bucking.

You can feel the tightness in your thighs, a reminder that you failed to stretch before this. The warm bath and foreplay loosened you up some, but not the way downward dog and a butterfly pose does. Everything will still feel good, you just won’t be as bendy tonight as you are on others.

Miche begins to bounce you gently, his knees bent behind you, giving you something to lean back on so that he doesn’t fully impale you with every thrust. You reach up to cup your tits as your body rocks up and down, but it doesn’t take long for your husband to replace your hands with his own, squeezing supple flesh and lightly pinching your hard nipples.

He braces himself with one arm on the mattress, pushing up toward you to mouth over your chest, leaving a trail of spit that cools quickly and makes you shiver, and then he’s pulling you down for a kiss. The angle he’s hitting inside you has you moaning into his mouth, the press of his cock against your g-spot making your eyes roll and thighs quiver.

A loud barking jars you out of your lusty headspace, heart stuttering in your chest as your yappy little mutt devolves into a croaky howl.

You stop moving, and Miche gives a couple more thrusts before he also ceases, both of you snickering at the pathetic wails. A siren can be heard in the distance, what must have gotten Remy’s attention in the first place, and you know there’s no use trying to shut the little dog up (plus you really have no right considering you’d recently kicked him out of the nest he made of your bed, how rude), so you just pick back up, panting and laughing until the howling fades into a grumble and then into nothing.

You’ve nearly found your rhythm again when you hear more barking outside, and you brace yourself just in time for both Remy and his much larger counterpart, Minnie, to join in, the front room turning into a cacophony of yips and snarls and thunderous bellows from the wolfhound.

“Jesus Christ,” Miche groans, shaking his head before focusing in on you again. “Okay, eyes on me. Ignore them.”

“Kinda hard to ignore,” you giggle, but a sharp upward thrust pushes all the air from your lungs and most coherent thoughts from your head.

His cock still feels perfect nestled in your pussy, but… it’s impossible to get lost in the void of pleasure when it sounds like you own a kennel.

Miche keeps trying, eyebrows knitting together as he moves you on top of them, but when the barking just keeps going, he ends up calling out, “Minnie! Remy! Shut the fuck up! Papa’s trying to come!”

You immediately dissolve into laughter, falling to the side and off his cock. Oddly enough, it seems to quiet them, but that only amuses you further, and Miche has to wait out your fit.

It lasts just long enough for some of your natural lubrication to dry, and you end up spreading your legs so that Miche can drizzle some water-based lube over your folds, rubbing between them and slipping fingers back inside you then using the same hand to slick himself up again.

Still laying on your sides, he slides into you from the front, and the curve of his cock presses against that back wall inside you, not quite as pleasing as the opposite but not uncomfortable by any means. It doesn’t make you moan with each shift of your hips, though, and Miche quickly picks up on it and pulls out, maneuvering you onto your back and lifting your legs to push against your chest until you wince.

“Sorry,” he breathes, switching tactics and simply throwing both legs over one of his shoulders, placing a kiss on your ankle.

He sinks into your heat again, and it doesn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy as he chases his climax. He was right about it not taking a very long time just like he was right about it being a while since the two of you last fucked, and that’s okay—both parts. Truthfully, you aren’t really up for marathon sex anyway, body already growing sore in more ways than one.

“‘’m’gonnna come soon, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Whenever you’re ready, baby, just come inside me.”

He lets out a desperate sound, moving faster as he pistons in and out of you. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against you, damp skin on skin like a lewd and lovely soundtrack that fades into the background as Miche’s whole body goes taut and he spills into you, groaning and swearing and—

“Ow, fuck, fuck—”

He’s frowning, cringing, and you watch in confusion as he reaches back to his leg while still moving inside you.

He presses two knuckles into his calf, and you notice the way his toes are spreading and spasming, a question on the tip of your tongue as he empties his load deep in your pussy.

“What do you mean ow?” you prompt when he stills.

Miche grunts, still massaging his leg, cock accidentally slipping from you in the process, and you make a noise of displeasure as you remember you didn’t put the towel down underneath you. Surely, there will be a mess to clean up.

“I get a Charlie horse every time I come,” he tells you in a strained voice, finally breathing out a sigh of relief and relaxing as the cramp fades away.

Your eyes almost fall out of your head. “Every time?”

He nods with a grimace. “Every time.”

“Good fucking god, dude! Eat a banana!”

“I eat plenty of potassium, thank you,” he mouths off with a chuckle. “It’s just a thing that’s always happened.”

You are appalled. Truly appalled. “That is awful. Why even bother coming? I feel like that would ruin it entirely.”

Miche shrugs casually. “It’s still worth it, honestly. Especially when I get to come in this pussy,” he says while cupping your mound, dipping his fingertip into your messy hole and teasing you. “Now quit worrying about me and let me help you get off.”

No protests there.

Over your time together, you’ve developed a sort of routine, something that works every time. It took some experimenting, some trial and error because your orgasms can be… tricky. It’s left you self-conscious in the past, worried your partners would get bored or frustrated after trying to make you come for thirty minutes to no avail, but Miche saw it as a challenge from the start, and you knew he was the one when he went down on you for what felt like forever before managing to pull an orgasm from you with his mouth alone.

He’d torn that thin line of tissue under his tongue in the process, but he’d grinned in satisfaction even through the discomfort. What a man.

It’s much easier to use toys now, and he’s confident enough in himself to not be too bothered by it, still involved as he fucks you with his fingers while you press a vibrator to your clit. He’s so patient, content with watching the way your face changes and your muscles contract.

Tonight is more of the same which isn’t disappointing in the least. Miches makes sure your feet stay covered by sheets, having learned that if they get too cold it’ll make it impossible for you to come, and once he ensures they’re safely tucked in, he starts to toy with your pussy.

You suck in shallow breaths as stimulating vibrations make you twitch, your sloppy cunt clenching while your husband pushes his own cum in and out of you, scissoring his fingers to stretch your hole in a way that makes you feel loose and filthy.

One of your more mild fantasies runs like a grainy film in your mind, some exhibitionist bullshit where he fucks you in front of his friends, and as you focus on that and the feeling of his thick fingers making a mess of your hole, the beginnings of your climax set in.

It starts with your stomach, muscles contracting as they cave inward. Your toes grow warm, a tingling sensation traveling up your legs, and they spread even further. Arms locking into place, you realize you’ve found that sweet spot with your vibrator, your clit trapped beneath it, and fuck, you imagine him holding you open for his guy friends to see and appreciate, hear the schlick schlick schlick of his cock moving in and out of you, think about the way you’d drip and cream the way you’re doing right now, and oh god, you remember that you’re still stuffed with his cum, that he’s stirring it into your insides, and that’s what does it—that’s what makes you topple over the edge.

You moan loudly, hips moving on their own accord as you pull the vibrator away and let Miche fuck you through it. A line of viscous fluid is pushed from your body, but you find you’re no longer worried about the mess.

You huff out a quiet, “Okay, okay,” that serves as the signal for Miche to stop, and he pulls his hand away from you then leans forward to kiss your cheek before getting up and walking to the bathroom to rinse his fingers.

You’re left breathing heavily and nodding to nothing in particular, pussy still spasming as you bask in your high.

“That was good,” you hum when he returns, draping the towel over your thighs for you to use when you’re ready. “I needed that.”

“We needed that,” he corrects, flopping down next to you. “Fuck, we needed that.”

You can already feel that things have returned to normal. It makes this even sweeter, makes your body warm and your heart content.

Miche’s hand settles on your tummy, and he reminds you, “Get up and pee before you doze off.”

Your response is nothing more than a whine because the last thing you wanna do is move from your spot on the bed.

But, he’s right. You could probably go for a shower, too (the fucking third one today) as you have a feeling you’re quite slippery between the legs.

“Come with meee,” you try.

Miche laughs, “To pee?”

“No,” you smack him lightly in the side. “To shower with me afterward.”

“Legs too weak?” he teases, smirk lacing his words.

“Maybe a little, but I really just wanna like… be close to you for a little while longer.”

He makes an understanding noise and sits up, urging you to do the same.

“Mkay. Go peepee then turn the shower on and I’ll come in.”

The juvenile term makes you laugh, and you’re so god damn thankful that it’s so easy to do that around him, that he makes it so easy.

Stoic in public and even around friends and family, Miche opens up when he’s with you—letting his charming, dorky self shine through. He’s mischievous and childish and goofy, and he’s your best friend.

You lean over for a kiss. Then another. Then another.

“Mm, I love you.”

He replies by sticking his tongue out and making a fart noise. Typical.

“Wow, rude.”

He smiles crookedly, making the same noise then pecking you on the lips again and finally telling you, “I love you too. Now, go pee!”

You scramble off the bed, towel between your legs so that you don’t drip all over the carpet, and Miche has just enough time to slap your ass before you waddle to the bathroom.

As soon as the door shuts, you hear the dogs start barking again followed by your husband’s frustrated, “God daaammit.”

You love it. You love it all. Your stressful job and your silly, noisy dogs. Most of all, though, you love him.

Every relationship has ups and downs, you know, but even the downs seem easy with Miche simply because you never doubt him—know you’ll always pull through even stronger than before.

The make-up sex (if it can even be called that) is just one of many bonuses.

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hi, rory! <3 what majors would the sc veterans take if they were in the modern world?

hi, anon !! thank you so much for this ask, this is heaven in disguise from all my schoolwork. tbh, the whole time i was working for a lab report, my mind will go back to this ask bc i wanted to have the association as accurate as possible hhhajshw

i asked one of my friends for help and thank God for them bc my single brain cell really said 'it's time for you to rest' after staring at one backlog. without further ado, here are the veterans' majors if they're studying in university:

first off, hange zoe, because if you ask me this question in real life, they would be the only one i can answer. every damn time i would think of them in a college setting, being a biology major is really hange's forte. at this point, this is what everyone would associate them with.

hange is all about experimenting and doing brilliant breakthroughs in any field of science but knowing that they have this unparalleled fascination with the unusual and unexpected life-forms (ahem titans ahem), the biology lab would be the surest place where you could find hange. i feel like biology is too broad so i will add that microbiology or bacteriology are just some of the specializations they will be taking in their time in college.

imagine, being lab partners with hange and immediately knowing that you will have one of the highest grades in the class because they're that well-versed in a specific lab report. and if you're partners with them for the rest of the academic year, you might as well have a shot at an immaculate grade. i'm not saying that you should depend on them too much though hHHHH, hange is still a member of the majority of the student body who relies heavily on caffeine to keep them invigorated. who isn't at this point?

so far, some of the biology majors that i encountered (well, more like chatted behind a screen — online classes suck), they have this energy that could drain my social battery too quickly and hange fits that description. (note that this doesn't apply to any college bc i observed this in mine soooo 🤭) they're the type to always go on a tangent on a certain science article or coerce you into joining this org thing. i can imagine levi just looking at hange like they're the one sucking his brain cells out whenever they speak about a documentary in bbc they watched the night before.

and if you're stuck on anything biology-related, hange will be the best person to ask help from. they're the first ray of sunlight you get while waking up. they're that approachable.

okay, so erwin smith.

don't come at me but he just radiates this ceo vibes and with that, one of his probably majors is business administration. i know this is so stereotypical of me but let's face it, erwin is a smooth talker through and through and if he doesn't take up marketing, business is one way to spend his college years. knowing his personality in attack on titan of establishing deals easily with a determined resolve, he fits the broadest description of being a business administration major. (again, don't come at me because my consultant for this statement is google and nobody comes after google sometimes hhhhh)

just for the benefit of myself, i will add what google says about this major, "[they] learn the mechanics of business through classes in fundamentals, such as finance, accounting and marketing ... students find ways to solve problems using data and they develop communication and managerial skills." and i thank you.

he's also probably the most well-spoken and most professional when conversing with others among his friends (and i'm not saying this to drag the other characters but this is what i pick up on) and that is exactly the qualities his major specializes. it is expected for them to strike deals and be a people person and who better character for the job than our very own erwin smith 🤩

now i mentioned 'one of the probable majors' and yes, aside from business administration, philosophy just exudes erwin smith. ngl, when i imagined erwin in a college setting, this major will always come first. his mind is just so sexy to me??? and i hope you guys think the same, too, because i don't want to be the only one who thinks that 👀 kidding aside, erwin is one of the smartest people in attack on titan and every time he speaks in one episode, my brain will instantly go mush, and that's what i feel when i hear philosophy majors talk.

philosophy majors (according to any other youtuber who does lookbooks for various majors hhhhhh) challenge what is unanswerable and analyze questions with no right answer. i feel like erwin, like hange, will talk all night to explain a theory. just imagine a date with him and you just listen to him rant about a topic that they should be making a report on. just listen to this man, okay?? it's adorable when he lets his guard down to include you in his little bubble of philosophies. he would also mention random things that he learned in classes, sometimes finding joy in knowing the philosophies of other people, or even deciphering levi's dream of an apocalyptic world. (it pisses levi off but he just leave him be.)

if you want a man who can do both of these majors, erwin smith is the answer 😉

sigh, mike zacharias.

this man holds so many talents and will forever amaze me.

i assume all of us here watched the movie perfume. and no, i'm not saying that mike is going to be a murderer but just like the main character of that film, making perfumes will be his forte with that sense of smell of his. and here, i conclude that mike will definitely take up chemical engineering.

he gives me the vibes that if it covers the one thing he does best, he will love his major. (mr. zacharias, can you please spare me that quality because i really need that now 😩) being in the labs while experimenting mundane things that can be found in the environment to create different scents is also a likely situation you can find him in, again, very much like hange. he's the type of student who really puts so much effort in staying afloat the honors list, even to the point of topping midterms in his major, for the sake of his dream. there will never be a moment where you will catch him complain about his major and professors.

he's that type of friend in college who agrees to any rant you say but in reality, he's got his life easy 😭

i headcanon mike owning a perfume shop after college just like how levi always dreamed of having a tea shop.

okay, imagine this little scenario if you're dating mike where he creates this unique perfumes as random gifts for you. they're not the typical perfumes that can seep through the room and can make you gag for no reason, they're subtle scents that will stay for the duration of the day. because again, he's got a sensitive nose, so making perfumes according to what his sense of smell dictates will always result in a revolutionary experiment. if you're randomly blurting out that you want a fusion of flowers and fruits as your perfume, say no more, he's your man.

now, the veteran who i find the hardest to associate a major with — levi ackerman.

after much deliberation and a break from plant physiology, i see him taking up law or criminology.

(i asked some of this from my mom because she attended law school :>>>)

levi is so organized and detailed in the things that he do and he fits in either of these majors since they require tedious memorizations and analysis of laws and crime scenes while being assertive enough to defend someone. he's the typical person who blurts out the true situation of a crime scene when watching film adaptations. yeah, he's that person, the one who sucks the enthusiasm out of you while watching a movie because he just had to correct some of the scenes. nevertheless, he means well though, he just wanted you to understand the reality unlike how films portray gruesome murders. movie nights always end up with levi ranting about half-assed mystery clichés.

levi's binder of readings are always too bright for everyone's good. his notes are full of highlighters and scribbles that it can blind someone. for one, he's always up all night studying his readings and cases for a practice court so by choosing neon highlighters, it's a way for him to wake up. there isn't one book in his possession that he doesn't highlight like it's a fricking coloring book. hange once jokingly said that his binder now acts like his bible and for once, he agrees because he was never seen without one. hange had a field day since levi never agrees with them.

when doing practice courts though, his go-to resting bitch face always come in handy when carrying out his role as one of the lawyers. he's just so sexy with his hands in the pockets of his slacks as he tries to justify his supposed client. the way he questions the accused definitely isn't hot because he's like one of the panelists in your thesis defense, the one who just comes up with questions that have you melting on the spot. he's dangerous i tell you. it also doesn't help if you accidentally hurt one of his friends or just landed randomly in his blacklist for being annoying as hell. relax though, he doesn't mean harm other than the fact that he's ready to throw some hands from all the pent-up rage he gathered in his body.

of course, i couldn't forget how he dresses up like a typical dark academia fanatic so look out for eye-candy.

if you want someone who can recite articles from the constitution, this man is perfect for you 😌

i had so much fun doing this !! again, i'm not generalizing every major i've talked about in these little headcanons, this is all for fun and based on the people i encountered in college. if you want more of this, don't hesitate to ask !! 😚

#attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #snk #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan headcanons #hange zoe #hange zoe x reader #mike zacharias #mike zacharias x reader #erwin smith #college au #erwin smith x reader

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kvgs · 5 years ago

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karasuno and what they post on their private stories and what it’s called

daichi

wasn’t named anything until suga bothered him enough to make it something

but he literally just changed it to “daichi’s shenanigans”

probably barely posts

when he does it’s a volleyball meme or a random video of the team doing stupid shit

but if he’s with YOU he’s gonna post a photo of you on there,,,with your permission bc he doesn’t want you to freak out if you see yourself on his story

suga

ok ok i do not believe he is the mom of the group. he’s the crackhead wine aunt

it’s probably named some shit like “(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞”

like that’s it just that emote thing

he posts him walking to school if there’s a cool picture opportunity

takes a bunch of selfies with filters when he’s bored in class and posts them

probably puts ugly filters on the team and gets their reactions and posts those

he posts photos of you making funny faces

he saves the cute ones for the ~main~ story

asahi

“the adventures of asahi”

name given by noya

like daichi he barely uses it bc he forgets he has it

when he does posts it’s probably a random tik tok he found funny

tanaka is the only one who slides up

but for u !! he’ll post like cute photos from facetime or you taking pictures on his phone

and you’ll yell at him

he’s probably like ??? you took the photos !!!!

kiyoko

i feel like it’s named “ :) “ or you and her had joked and said “make it karasunos mom”

she ended up doing it bc she thought it was a cute idea,,bc ur cute

doesn’t really care for posting selfies on her main i feel so they mostly go on there

probably posts videos of the team doing stupid shit all the time

definitely the type to spam for the team members birthdays with ugly videos and photos of them

there’s a bunch of pictures of you,yachi and her saved and put on her story

if you guys are on a date she’ll post a picture of then like the filter of the name of the place yk

tanaka

“big daddy tanaka’s story”

don’t try to prove me wrong

god this man,,,he posts so many memes.

just spams the shit

and posts videos of him and noya attempting to do backflips and shit

posts videos of him annoying you

you yell at him at least once a week for posting a photo of you sleeping

anyway yea he spams his story. and it’s those like deep fried memes that scream

i love him but tanaka,,,wtf

noya

“short king shit”

memes memes memes

posts photos of him and tanaka’s texts convos b/c he thinks they’re hilarious

tbh they are

posts photos of you guys with stupid filters on liek the broccoli and shit

videos of him and tanaka driving around and bopping it to some music

if all three of you are out in like a store he’ll spam bc you guys are always getting into a mess

one time he pushed u really hard in a cart in a store and you almost flipped over if tanaka didn’t speed to ur ass bc noya was too busy filming his s/o almost dying

kageyama

“kageyamas private story”

u tried to convince him to change to like “tobio :)” or some cute shit

wasn’t about it

he posts videos of him practicing his serves and sets

or clips of other volleyball games with some caption like “damn”

he’ll post photos of you that he took and asked permission to post bc he doesn’t wanna piss you off

ofc he has candids saved though

i lowkey feel like he would post videos of him annoying hinata ??? like throwing the ball at his head

if he’s posting a video of you, you’re 100% doing some dance or doing something weird

probably only spams when you guys are hanging out

probably posts a video of him wrestling you and then u kick his ass and he’s liek :O

hinata

“the tiny giant !”

like kags, he probably has videos of him doing different volleyball things on there

he also posts memes bc him and tanaka spam the gc with memes when they’re bored

really smiley pictures of you and him bc he loves you <3

tries to post aesthetic photos when they get to different gyms but tsukki and kags make fun of him

pulls pranks on the other team members like scaring them by hiding somewhere and posts the videos LMAO

tsukishima

“no”

it’s literally titled no bc u yelled at him to make one

it’s u and yams on there

that’s it

he’ll randomly post a screenshot of the song he’s listening to

like okay thank u for letting us know

gets off guard pictures of you or yamaguchi and posts them

but it’s just the two of you in the story so you’re like “tsukki it’s not embarrassing”

“shut up i’m not putting anyone else on it”

yamaguchi

“the b o y s”

he thought it was funny “bc you and yachi are on it so it’s not just the boys lol get it”

-_-

i feel like he has a cat so he posts a lot of photos of his cat with his bitmoji and hearts

posts tik toks he finds funny or relatable to him

you basically run his story

you’re always on it whether it be a cute picture or a funny face you’re on it

god forbid u fall asleep next to his cat he’ll take a million pics and at least two are going on his story

he’ll posts selfies of him and tsukki but tsukki just looks like he wants to die

yachi

“yachi’s people :)!!!”

she loves her friends so much they’re her people :(

doesn’t liek posting on her main a lot

she’ll post photos of the gym they play in for tournaments

when her and kiyoko get bored they take selfies and post those

but she probably scribbles on her own face bc she feels like she can’t compare to kiyoko

not for the boys though yachi is a lesbian she’s just s c a r e d

she likes posting photos of you doing cute things like petting a dog or looking at flowers

she probably posts those random like ‘insert name and you get random google search things’ do y’all know what i’m talking about???

#haikyuu x reader #daichi x reader #daichi headcanon #asahi x reader #asahi headcanons #suga x reader #suga headcanons #kiyoko x reader #kageyama x reader #tanaka x reader #noya x reader #hinata x reader #tsukki x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yachi x reader

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nelliebrookstone · 4 years ago

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( BRIANNE HOWEY, 29, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of ELEANOR ‘NELL’ BROOKSTONE. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE BURN BOOK, if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re SUPPORTIVE but PETTY, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who CRIED IN THE BATHROOM BECAUSE SOMEONE TOOK HER YOGURT. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

Greetings Earthlings, my name is Asha I am simply a fellow human from planet earth looking to hang out with my cool friends at the Build-A-Bear. I’m excited to be here! I have more information on Eleanor (nellie if you know here, nell if you don’t) below the cut! If you give this a lil like I’ll slide into your exclusive tumblr DMs to plot!

So, who is Nell? Well let me tell you. As far as most people know, Nell is a former Masters Model turned Head of Talent Management for models. She’s a mix of sweet Alabama charm and scary dead smile energy, and she always has a compact for you to borrow in her purse. Most people know she always has a perfect french manicure and knows most people by first name. You might also know she recently divorced Parker and is no longer using his last name, please do not call her Mrs. Carson she’ll cry in the bathroom and then leave you a bad yelp review. You’re not even on yelp, you say? She’ll make one for you and then leave a bad review.

But like a curated Insta, this ain’t it folks. So buckle up. (I say this dramatically but tbh she has had a pretty stable life)

Nellie grew up in a smallish town in Alabama. If you ask her, it wasn’t small at all. But it certainly was compared to large city centers, and definitely compared to New York. It was the kind of town where everyone knew your business, and Nellie had a lot of business.

She was a teen queen! Head cheerleader, student president, shining volunteer of the county and Lady Alabama of 2010 (not to be confused with Miss Alabama, but if you ask her it’s basically the same thing). She was very involved in her community and her parents were well known in the area for their construction company. Everyone loved her that she was like the golden child of the town.

It was a great, privileged life! Her parents got married young, had a bunch of kids, and had the means to care for them! Her parents also have a very genuine love story, still passionate about each other years later. She and her sisters (all five of them) have always wanted a life like their parents’.

The one difference between her and her parents remained her desire to roam and see the world. She wanted to travel, or at least live in a place where she could meet new people from new places. Moving to New York seemed like a great place to get some experience, though if you ask her mother she probably got the idea from some dumb TV show. She did. It was a lot of shows. And a lot of movies. There were a ton of romantic comedies that TRULY shaped this desire.

she started sending in applications to various schools in New York. She was an honor list student with a lot of extra-circulars and passion to be at these places that shown through on all her apps. She got many a rejection, the one from Columbia was the hardest. It was the worst thing that ever happened to her at the time, so you can imagine how her life must have been.

She DID get accepted to NYU for Public Relations! CHEERS ALL AROUND! She was so excited. She was gonna see the world and be a big city bitch 10/10. In college, she was quickly involved in everything from various clubs, to sorority, to trying to get involved with the community. It didn’t work out as well. New York was just such a different town...in that it was...big. And she wasn’t used to that.

But she did meet a funky guy named Parker Carson! And they fell in love! And here is a short synopsis of their relationship:

they met at a department store. Parker looked a little lost in the dress shirt area so she helped him pick out an outfit and the rest was, as they say, history.

they had a great relationship at first, full of love and passion and fun times. he had a pokemon tattoo, she used to play pokemon snap. what a team!

but really, they had a great time together...which led them to get married real early. In fact, for Nell, this was even a little late. She thought she’d be married with kids by 23.

a lot of little things led to their downfall, but it can be boiled down to not fully understanding what it takes to live with another person who doesn’t mesh with your lifestyle. A big issue for Nell was kids. She wanted them, right then and there. He didn’t! No one’s fault, but it seemed to be a block they couldn’t get over.

they’re divorced now. it’s fresh. she’s got a lot of conflicts about it. She cannot believe she is divorced before 30. she cannot believe she doesn’t have kids by now. She is under the impression she’s run out of time for everything, which is not true at all but it’s how she feels. She’s none too fond of the man at the moment.

But listen! Nellie is a fun girl! She’s got a lot of ~zest~ for life and likes to do new things and try new places. She’s also just as comfortable spending the day at home on the couch with everything she needs within arms reach. She seems like someone who would be into partying but that’s really not her scene. She’s a brunch girl, a drive-thru movie theater girl, and an all-day 90 day fiance girl. She has an addiction to cherry cokes and always misses her stop on the subway because she gets distracted listening to her music and zoning out. She cries a lot during sad AND happy movies and can’t eat pork because she once knew a pig named Babe (no relation to the famous babe). Her favorite animal is the octopus and she volunteers with the homeless shelter every weekend.

All of this doesn’t really come across in her work persona. She always seems like she’s extremely put together and very good at what she does. She’s quick, snappy, and not afraid to speak her mind. She’s a master at the backhanded compliment and is the master of the delayed burn (you won’t know you’ve been roasted until she’s down the hallway). She has a very charming way of speaking with a thick southern accent and tons of sayings that no one knows the meaning of, but sometimes that Nice Southern Girl smile comes out and you know she would be stabbing you if such an act were socially acceptable. Despite this, Nellie doesn’t think she’s a mean person.

But I’m sure there are MANY people who think she is. Because...sometimes she is! No one is perfect, and she definitely has a reputation of being a major pain in the ass if you’re on her bad side. Nell remembers EVERY slight against her. Oh, she remembers when you commented on the amount of emails she sends. She remembers when you mentioned that you thought her font type was a little too bold. She remembers it all...and stores it in her mental burn book.

This also happens often because she is...pretty sensitive. And because she’s going through a divorce, which is NOT what she had planned for in life, she’s like a stubbed toe away from a full cry every day. She’s started to invest in waterproof mascara but it’s not working out. She really DID cry in the bathroom over her yogurt. She also came back the next day and wrote a VERY angry letter on the fridge titled ‘to the person who likes to take things that don’t belong to them, I hope your mother knows she raised a THIEF.’

As petty as she can be, she’s also a great person to have in your corner. If you’re a friend, she will fight for you to the end. She’s very loyal and will often drop whatever she’s doing if you need her. She can be very generous, no expenses spared to lift up someone she loves. If you’re a friend of hers, she’s a great friend. The kind you can call at 2 am when she’s dead asleep and she’ll still come help you move out of your shitty ex’s apartment.

Basically, Nell is a whole lot of things. Not all of them are great. But she likes to think of herself as a good person that cares about other people. She generally is! She’s also fairly good at having heart to heart conversations, and isn’t afraid to own her mistakes if she’s not still upset about the issue. But she’ll also try to ruin your career if you steal her yogurt. Fun!

I’ll add more as I think of it, but for now I’m here for all the plots. Best friends, enemies, the person who caught her crying in the bathroom, the person who caught her angrily scribbling her name on all her yogurt, you name it!

#masters.intro #oh man this is a mess I'm not cool enough for intros

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jiminslight · 4 years ago

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tag games

a frankenpost of some tag games (mostly bts quizzes ayooo) i’m behind on asdghjh

tagged by: a lot of moots that i love dearly! i’ve @/ everyone below who’s tagged me, according to game. huge thanks to you guys for always including me, even if my dumb ass gets to them late 🥺 it means the world to me that you still do!! ♡♡♡

what bts core are you?

(via @taee & @cowboyjinbop ♡)

which btscore aesthetic are you? 1.0: koocore

which btscore aes are you? 2.0: jimincore

aesthetic tag ✨

(via @ggukminii ♡)

>> 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 13/20

>> 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 9/20

>> 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐘 8/20

>> 𝟕𝟎’𝐒 6/20

>> 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 7/20

bunch o‘ quizzes

(via @cowboyjinbop ♡)

1. What are your best qualities?

you're charming, generous and wise.

you always seem to know what to say. people admire the ease with which you seem to navigate your life. maybe a few jealous ones even despise you for it. but your strength is your independency. whether the entire world is falling at your feet or not, you don't let your ability to learn and move forward be affected by them. it's admirable how much wisdom you give away for free, how nice and charming you remain even if others refuse to treat you the same and how you navigate life. i hope you know how much you're looked up to. and i also hope that you have someone to lean onto at times. however strong you might be, you weren't made to carry the weight of it all on your own.

2. which btscore aesthetic are you? 1.0 (refer to top of this post hehe)

3. which member would you vibe with? (also tagged by @calicooky ♡)

Jimin is a true lover and maybe a bit of a people pleaser, but he has found a perfect balance for nurturing himself as well as others. He's magnetic and bright, and by getting him as a result perhaps means you are as well--don't forget to give yourself that credit. If you have an affectionate nature like Jimin, you bring a lot of comfort to those around you.

4. which btscore aes are you? 2.0 (refer to top of this post again)

+ What’s your go to, must listen to once a day (or week), song by BTS?

OT7 Track: black swan, autumn leaves, home, 2! 3!, just one day--SO MANY

Vocal Line: house of cards (either ver.), love is not over, dimple, 00:00

Rap Line: ddaeng, outro: tear, tbh all the cyphers (esp. if i need to wake up driving to work lmao)

Multi Member: friends (vmin), a brand new day (vhope), all night (namgi), who (jikook- I WON’T LET THIS SONG DIE), and fly to my room (yoon/seok/min/tae)

Vocal Solo: serendipity, promise, stigma, my time, awake, epiphany

Rap Solo: just dance, trivia: love, interlude: shadow, 28, seoul

rules: post your lock screen, the last song you listened to, and the last photo you took! (via @jiminswn ♡)

which bts member is similar to you? (via @taee & @loverjimin ♡)

you got namjoon! you're a healer. you learn from your past mistakes, and you're not scared to apologize. your aura is an enchanting shade of emerald green, which makes you an enthusiastic, balanced person. you're very passionate about your hobbies, and just like joonie, you're very much amazed by the little miracles that happen in nature. you're a simple, genuine creature, and you're immensely smart. you remind me of the feeling of finally coming home, of knitting a scarf for a friend, of steamy cups of coffee. i envy whoever gets to hang out with you.

THE END

the rest are visual tags that i’ll get to eventually!! (i.e. moodboards, gif challenges, etc.)

#if you get thru this entire post u must rly love me sdfgkfl #it sure was fun!!#from now on i'll try to participate on time ;;#ty again my loves ♡#tag games

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fullmoonremus · 5 years ago

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1980s Horror Film | Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None

Time/Era: Modern AU, Young Adult/Late College

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Y/N is a film student who has to take a science credit last minute to graduate. Naturally, she picks the easiest sounding one, nutrition. She didn’t expect the tough workload and she definitely didn’t expect the cute TA.

Request: Could I please request a peter x reader story where it’s after peter has moved to America and he meets the reader at his college where she’s the bubbly, fun and popular American girl and he’s a TA in one of her classes and he takes her on a cute date after they meet during tutoring and he tries to impress her and it’s just fluff💕 no worries if not and thank you for being such a good writer❤️❤️

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Thanks for the request! Let me know what you think. I changed the time a little bit because tbh I have absolutely no idea what it was like to be in college in the ’40s. I hope that’s alright. :)

masterlist | read on ao3

“Hello everyone! Thanks for coming, my name is Peter Pevensie and I’m the TA for Professor Kirke’s nutrition class. I know he has a lot of assignments listed on the syllabus, but that’s why I’m here.” Peter stood in front of the small group of students that showed up to his tutoring session. He was expecting more to show up, considering Professor Kirke was a hard grader and didn’t really teach the material, but the turnout was still great.

“How much of it do we have to do to pass? Like, realistically?” Y/N asked. There was no way she was going to do the amount of work assigned, especially since the class didn’t line up with her major.

“Well, that depends on what you want to do with the material. In my opinion, you should do all of it because the information is important to know,” He sat back in his chair and grinned at the girl, crossing his arms over his chest. It was obvious she didn’t want to be there and really couldn’t care less about the class. “But, to answer your question, just do the biggest assignments and ace the tests. That should put you at about 75% if you get all the points.”

“So, basically, all of the reports that sound like it’ll take hours? Great, love that for me.” Y/N responded in an aggravated tone.

The students around her seemed to take in everything Peter was saying, taking notes and giving him their full attention. They were all likely either sports medicine, health, and biology majors, or various or in various other STEM programs.

Y/N, on the other hand, let her mind wander to the horror film she was directing for her senior project. She was just a semester away from graduating with an undergraduate degree in film and was so close to fulfilling her life long dream of being a horror film director. The project she was writing now was heavily inspired by her favorite film, The Shining.

Throughout the condensed lecture Peter gave, he kept glancing at the grumpy looking girl at the back of the classroom. It was obvious she wasn’t paying attention; she had her earbuds in and was doodling on an old receipt from the Subway on campus. Nonetheless, he continued helping the students who were engaged but kept the strange girl in the back of his mind.

Y/N allowed her mind to fall back to her surroundings when Peter leaned against the table she was sitting at and pulled an earbud out of her ear. It seemed as though everyone was gone, and the tutoring session was over.

“So, what’s your deal?” Peter asks, looking down at his student and her drawings.

“My deal? What do you mean?”

“You obviously don’t care about how carbohydrates affect muscle mass and energy supply. So, why are you taking this class? And from Dr. Kirke, of all people?” His hands gripped the desk at either side of his thigh, preventing it from moving under his weight.

“Well, I needed an easy science class and it was between this class or geology. I figured at least nutrition was somewhat useful to my life,” Y/N closed her laptop and put it into her bag. “I didn’t realize the workload and I get extra credit for coming to these things.” “So, what is it that your field of study if you’re not in STEM, then?”

“Film. I’m the one doing the response to The Shining piece, I’m sure you’ve seen my casting flyers around campus.”

“Ah, right, Y/N L/N. I think you’re friends with my younger sister, Susan.” A look of realization came over Y/N’s face.

“Oh! I knew your name sounded familiar!” Y/N grew more comfortable instantly. “Don’t tell her I shrugged your tutoring session off, she’d have my neck for being rude.”

Peter laughed warmly, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it, no one deserves Susan’s wrath.”

Y/N crumbled the subway receipt in her hand and stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder and pushing her chair in. “I guess I better go, I’m sure you have better things to do than hang after.”

“I better get going, too. See you next Tuesday night for the next tutoring session?”

“I’ll see if I feel like it.” Y/N winked and walked out of the room.

“No receipt drawing this week?” Peter asked, feigning disappointment. Tutoring had ended, and Y/N was still sitting at the last table.

“Oh shit, is the hour up already?” Y/N looked around the space to see it empty. Her cheeks turned a bit red and she glanced back up at her tutor.

“Yeah, you really gotta pay attention, L/N.” His tone was playful as he took the same position he was in the week prior.

“Why? You want me to stare at you for an hour?” Peter was taken aback by Y/N’s sudden flirty tone, unsure if he should reciprocate.

“Uh, I meant- well. I meant that since this is to help you get a better grade and all, you should pay attention.”

“So it has nothing to do with the fact you stare at me the entire time?”

“You sit in the exact middle of the room! I don’t try to!” He rubbed at the back of his neck, flustered. He wasn’t used to feeling flustered; he was usually the one who made other people react. This made Y/N smirk a little.

“Mmhm, I totally believe you.”

“Yes, I know, class is over.” Y/N said, noticing Peter walking towards her.

“Oh, so now you pay attention? Since when?” He had a granola bar in his hand, absentmindedly taking bites every minute or so.

“Since I found out you’ve been asking Susan about me.” Peter choked. “Yeah, that’s right, Britt Boy. Your sister snitched on you.”

“I asked her about your film ONCE.” Peter took his regular place as she stood up.

“You could have, ya know, asked me.” Y/N held an amused facial expression, watching him try to regain his composure.

“Well, I have no way to contact you, besides this tutoring time. Time in which you don’t even interact, might I add.”

“Well,” Y/N pushed a long piece of paper into his palm. “It seems like you do now.”

Y/N walked out of the building, leaving Peter wondering what the piece of paper was. Upon further inspection, Peter discovered it was a Subway receipt with a phone number scribbled on the bottom.

Are you free after tutoring on Tuesday? Y/N’s phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.

Depends on who’s asking, really. She typed back. Obviously, it was Peter, but he couldn’t know that she knew that.

What if it was the TA? Is that weird?

Nah, and yes, I’m free. Y/N’s stomach filled with butterflies. He was extremely attractive; soft sandy hair, strong arms that are defined by his sleeves, and a slightly cocky demeanor. Definitely the type of man she could see herself dating.

Good, prepare for an outing

Ooh, an outing. So fancy. I’ll bring my coat, Mr. TA man

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Y/N asked from the passenger seat of Peter’s car. He was wearing a college hoodie and jeans, very casual for a date. Y/N was grateful she didn’t dress up super fancy like she had originally planned.

“We’re almost there!!!” He looked over at her and grinned, taking her hand in his.

The pair pulled up to a ticket booth and Peter rolled down his window. “Two please,” He handed the cashier money and received a small speaker and two tickets in return.

“What is this, Pevensie?” Peter pulled up behind a car and parked before turning to his date. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well, I know how much you like The Shining, seeing as you’re basing your entire Senior project on it. So, I thought you might like this.” He gestured to a large screen in front of the car. “They’re playing old horror movies all week… tonight is The Nightmare on Elm Street. I checked to see if they were showing The Shining but they weren’t. This was the next best option.”

Y/N was speechless, he had put so much thought into this date. Her entire body felt fuzzy and a bashful grin filled her face. “You did all of this for me?”

“Well, yes. You’re a special girl, so you deserve a special first date.” Peter looked so good in the dim lighting, the shadows framing the important features of his face. Without even thinking, she leaned over and kissed him. Instantly, he began to kiss Y/N back.

The kiss was short but extremely sweet. He kept his hand on Y/N’s cheek as he lightly brushed his soft lips against her’s. He knew how to treat a girl right, and Y/N felt like the most special girl in the world. Y/N pulled away and kissed his cheek before falling back into her seat.

“Thank you for this, really.”

Peter grinned cheekily. “I’ll go get us some popcorn.”

He got out of the car and Y/N let out a happy giggle. She was ready for the best first date she had ever witnessed.

#peter pevensie #king peter #king peter the magnificent #peter pevensie x reader #king peter x redaer #the chronicles of narnia #the chronicles of narnia fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia fanfic #narnia #c.s. lewis #c. s. lewis #fluff #narnia fanfic #narnia fanfiction

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villainau · 7 years ago

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both aus / general

very soft hair when it’s not styled but you can’t touch it unless you’ve caught him when he’s sleepy and/or just waking up because you will be assassinated

his uncle’s surname is trumble so tbh valeska probably wasn’t lila’s real surname. she’d have changed it to sound more “exotic” in the circus. but let’s thank god for that and the fact that the twins are valeskas

doesn’t tend to lie because he’s more the “cruel honesty” type, but is a very good liar when he does - not as good as jeremiah because lying was always jeremiah’s forte, but jerome can easily put on an act or think up a story on the spot with enough detail to make it convincing

can easily go days without sleeping, and when he does fall asleep it’s only in his actual bed like 40% of the time

throws all of his red clothes in with jeremiah’s white clothes for washing constantly

swears so often. can easily say “fucking” twice in one sentence and throws one use of “shit” in there for good measure

no short sleeves outside ever. in private maybe, but not for long

his favourite colour is red, but he actually kinda likes pink too, especially hot pink

his first word was “miah”

villain au

lowkey hates being touched from behind e.g. pats on the back, a hand on his shoulder, etc, especially unexpectedly (and just hates the feeling of being snuck up on in general). he’ll stiffen like hell and the only people who can get away with it without him reflexively whacking their hands off of him are jeremiah and bruce, but they tend not to do it anyway because they can tell he doesn’t like it

absolutely had a super embarrassing doodle of a heart in his diary with “j + b” inside it, along with some v crude scribbles of things like him and bruce holding hands and them stabbing someone

Scary Kinks tbh. knives, pain (both others’ and his), blood, whatever, he has very little sense of limits. he is honestly not above even sticking a gun in your mouth if that’s what he’s feelin’. he’s only done that with bruce once, during the rebellious phase and the early days of the physical stuff, when he was still pushing limits and seeing how far bruce was really willing to go here and there weren’t a ton of Romo Feelings involved; he’d straddled bruce on a chair and he put the barrel of a pistol to bruce’s mouth, expecting nervousness or panic or some kind of reaction along those lines - but bruce just maintained steady eye contact and opened his mouth slightly, with no fear and watching him right back, which basically resulted in jerome thinking oh and yep, brucie’s something alright, grinning and throwing the gun off to the side to be ignored while they got on with Things. he wouldn’t do that with bruce anymore though - as dangerous as their lives generally are and as much as he loves that, he’s far less willing to go carelessly pointing loaded guns at bruce himself these days

does not like being tied up during NSFW Activities because he hates feeling confined/trapped and not being able to move his arms and not feeling in control because it’s too vulnerable, but bruce being tied up is Another Matter Entirely

lowkey praise kink. will either tell you to shut up or find Ways to distract you from talking if you actually try it, but is secretly kinda into it because he requires positive feedback in Most Things

identifies as bi but really couldn’t give a flying fuck about gender. if you’re fun and you can give him a good time, the rest is background noise

is annoyed when people are taller than him, so he avoids standing directly next to people who are too often (but on the other hand really likes standing next to shorter people because he likes to make it obvious that he Wins)

takes the fact that jonathan is the only person in the team taller than him as a personal threat. once idly mused to him about the possibility of sawing off his feet so he could be superior and just got a very deadpan try it. look and decided “…….maybe some other time”. it was probably a joke anyway. like 90%.

despite having a boyfriend who wears black almost exclusively, he pretty much never wears black himself. he’ll occasionally wear dark suits or one item of black clothing or whatever, but he always has something in his outfit with colour and tends to go for brightness over anything else

sends awful memes in the team group chat at 3am and no one thinks they’re funny except him and jervis. sometimes ivy does, and she occasionally sends a nice response even if she doesn’t just to be polite, but other times they are just Too Bad even for her

does also pm ivy Nice Things that remind him of her though, and these she does like. he also sends her random pictures of animals and flowers w captions like “is it just me or does this beanstalk kinda look like jonathan” and she can’t help giggling a lil at some of them and then feeling bad for it

master of the ironic “UWU” and “OWO” emojis and everyone else hates it

him and jervis are the only people jonathan actually responds to on the phone (other people can call him but he’ll just silently listen to what you have to say and then hang up, so it’s in the air whether he even heard you or not) and he finds it disproportionately funny that jonathan once answered the phone with “whomst.” instead of “hello”

he never self-harmed in the sense of cutting, but he also doesn’t have the same reservations about causing himself pain that others do, so he’s done things like put out cigarettes on his wrists/hands, test the sharpness of knives on himself, etc. and physical pain can be something of a release for him

generally fearless, but he was genuinely scared of his mother, uncle and the men his mother had over - killing lila and zach helped with a lot of this and made him feel like he’d won. he still gets a little on edge when someone reminds him of them in speech/appearance/personality, but he’s more likely to use it as an opportunity to prove to himself that he has power over the memory of lila/zach and that they can’t hurt him anymore by getting one over on the person in question too

in the very early stages of the abuse, he coped with it by believing that his mother loved him no matter what and clung to the hope that it would all stop one day and she’d sober up and love him properly. it sinking in that she didn’t love him at all and that it was never going to change was one of the things that ended up contributing to his eventual psychotic break

what is a stable self-esteem? jerome doesn’t know. can go from calling himself garbage to calling himself a god in .0002 seconds

tried to strangle an arkham therapist once because she brought up his childhood abuse and kept pushing him to talk about it and he just lost it. after that, all attempts at therapy for him were dropped

has an uncomfortable amount of knowledge about how to set broken bones and put in dislocated joints because there were times in the circus when things got really really bad and he should have gotten hospital treatment, but obviously nobody would have taken him, so he had to learn to do even the serious shit himself. early on, he came dangerously close to seriously fucking himself up and making his injuries worse more than once thanks to his amateur first attempts at fixing them

people in the circus were kinda-sorta aware of what went on with his mother, but basically just didn’t care; it wasn’t their business

touch-starved. one of the reasons he reacts so strongly the times when bruce is super gentle with him is because literally no one has ever just touched him softly before (and generally he isn’t used to being touched at all without pain immediately following) so at first it’s almost too much

generally isn’t affected by his facial scars and isn’t self-conscious about them at all, but is very used to other people finding them scary/unpleasant so was genuinely thrown off-balance the first time bruce traced them and called him beautiful

surprisingly, he can actually cook - he had to make his own food a lot in the circus when he was younger, it was either that or scrounge from the circus food stalls, bc lila sure as hell wasn’t making him meals - he just chooses not to anymore because, frankly, he can’t be bothered

he and bruce don’t really ever say “i love you” in so many words. they know what they have going on, so why would they need to verbalise it all the time when they already know it’s there? jerome’s really not into that kind of thing anyway, and honestly bruce isn’t the most emotionally open person either. bruce was the first of them to acknowledge and accept how he felt, and never denied it when asked by someone else, but he knows jerome and his background and thus never said it first in order to avoid pushing him into territory that may be uncomfortable for him. but the first time either of them said the words to the other, it came, surprisingly, from jerome, spur-of-the-moment - one of the nights he spends in the city with bruce alone, doing the dark shit they do. at one point, bruce slit a man’s throat in a particularly vicious way; jerome was at his shoulder, watching how he did it, and it came out without him really meaning it to: “god, i fucking love you.” bruce might not need to hear it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good when he does - he made sure jerome had no chance of trying to play it off as a joke by turning around and promptly distracting him with a kiss. ...blood-covered and all.

has some experience with sleeping rough because sometimes lila would just kick him out because she didn’t want to see him that night, so he had to crash with someone else in the circus if they took pity on him or find somewhere else on the grounds/surrounding streets. he’d venture back a couple of days later when he knew she was out, and she’d come back and see he was there - she wouldn’t say anything and would basically just blank him, and that was the cue that he was safe to say

used to cry a lot and got called a crybaby by other kids in the circus when he was very young. over time, he taught himself to laugh whenever he felt like crying, and it got to the point where it was just an ingrained thing, so instead of breaking down and crying, he would get half-involuntary laughing fits instead. he got into a mindset of “everything is hilarious if you just think about it for long enough” as another coping method, because why should he be sad when everything in the world and everything that is happening to him is so damn funny?

doesn’t happen often, but very occasionally he sleep-talks and says some weird shit and bruce is just like “……..Alright.” he never remembers this in the morning

sleeping position varies depending on the time period. he’s either curled up on the very edge of the bed and taking up as little space as possible without falling off, or he’s sprawled out over the entire thing, and there’s no in-between. the ‘taking up no space’ thing is left over from childhood, but bruce notices this and the longer he’s with bruce and the more comfortable he gets with him (and the more it sinks in that, no, there will not be Consequences if he just lets himself relax - because he does a great job most of the time of not showing any vulnerability over his childhood, but when it comes to night-time and sleeping with someone else there, old habits and fears kick in a little at first), the more he just becomes The Most Fidgety Sleeper Ever. bruce gets smacked awake by his arm in his face a few times, but he has figured out a Solution - if he intertwines his fingers with jerome’s or shifts jerome’s arm down to his waist or something, jerome will just latch onto him in his sleep because warmth. no mentions of this in the morning allowed though, and he was definitely not cuddling, never call it that, he can’t control what he does when he’s asleep, BRUCE

still has nightmares sometimes - nights are when he’s at his most vulnerable basically, so bruce knows damn well that jerome letting him see that side of him is a gesture of trust

is lowkey intimidated by ecco because that girl picked his ass up when he was unconscious and dead weight, so she could absolutely pick him up while he’s fully awake, and that’s just too much strength for such a tiny woman. he will never admit this. tries to scare her instead because he has a reputation to uphold and is eternally annoyed about the fact that she doesn’t seem at all affected (but he’s convinced that she’s just hiding her fear really well)

high school au

climbs through bruce’s window a lot unnecessarily because he doesn’t want alfred to open the door. alfred usually finds out he’s there anyway, so he would be perfectly fine just going to bruce’s house the normal way, but he likes to pretend that he’s being sneaky and thus cool

watches a lot of stand-up comedy but is also the world’s worst critic and constantly makes comments about how he “could have made that joke better” or “there was a better way to word that”, which is what originally kickstarts the idea of going into comedy himself

………hm………. concept………. jerome w a pierced tongue………

watched twilight “ironically”. team edward if he had to choose, but thinks both edward and jacob are idiots and will get into an argument about this. will also legitimately debate about vampires vs werewolves. thinks that there should have been a big bloody fight at the end where everyone died, because if there is no violence/gore it’s a shit movie, this is a non-negotiable rule of his

has a fondness for gross/creepy creatures. he’s not at all scared of spiders and will kidnap the bigger ones in glasses and attempt to keep them until jeremiah (and later bruce) makes him put it outside. he’ll straight-up pick up a spider and let it run across his hands while other people scream about it

before bruce and elijah come along and before things start to change, he’s essentially living for jeremiah. if it weren’t for the fact that he has to look out for jeremiah and would never leave him in that environment alone and the fact that they promised each other they would always be there for each other no matter what, jerome’s lack of self-preservation would be a lot worse than it is bc without that to keep him tied to something he just wouldn’t care

when they were very little, the twins had a habit of sneaking into each other’s beds to sleep at night, usually after it had been a bad day with their mother and something had happened. they grew out of it when they got a little older, especially jerome once he stopped being so open with vulnerability/affection, but it was still a comfort that they slept near each other thanks to their caravan being too small for anything else so they knew the other was close-by. once jerome developed a habit of sneaking out at nights, this was also how jeremiah would often hear him leaving or would wake up and immediately notice he was gone

no one will play mario kart with him anymore because he gets ridiculously competitive and ruthless and he has no honour. he will shove you off of your seat so he can overtake you while you’re still getting up.

the only people who can tell him and jeremiah apart by voice alone are bruce and elijah. if anyone else calls their apartment, it’s just impossible to immediately work out who’s answered the phone at first unless they throw in a really obvious mannerism. if the person who picked up the phone is speaking with their mouth full and answered with “yo wassup”, it’s probably jerome. that or jeremiah’s finally broken.

speaking of phone calls, jerome is a nightmare when jeremiah is expecting a work call. if jerome gets to the phone first, it’s just: “is - is this mr. valeska?” “…you’re gonna have to be more specific, pal.” “…the j. valeska that i was supposed to call–?” “nope, pause, do better than that.” then the caller has to wait on the line while they hear “[muffled voice in the distance] JEROME, IS THAT THE CALL I SAID WAS IMPORTANT” “i dunno, maybe. i wasn’t really listening” “i SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO ANSWER THE PHONE IF IT RANG WHILE I WAS SHOWERING” and then vague sounds of clattering and voices before they get a flustered jeremiah on the line like “i am so sorry”

jerome is by far the messier twin, so his room is always a heap of dirty clothes and food packets and empty bottles/cans, but jeremiah can get really fixated on his work so his computer desk and his work-spaces are just full of papers and documents and empty coffee mugs. whenever he gets on at jerome about cleaning up after himself, jerome’s like [WILL SMITH POSE @ JEREMIAH’S DESK] WHAT ARE THOOOOOOSE

jerome and elijah have been to the hospital so many times because of the stupid shit they do that they’re basically on a first-name basis with a bunch of the doctors and nurses. whenever they come in, it’s like “oh, what have you boys done now?” (but really the nurses all love them bc they’ve charmed them and their stories about what happened this time are always hilarious)

bruce cooks sometimes and jerome “helps”, by which i mean he sits at the kitchen counter and just gossips to him, plays on his phone and/or watches him without actually lifting a finger to do anything - until he gets bored and things end up burning because bruce gets Distracted. eventually bruce enlists him to help chop vegetables and stir things because if he’s here, he can be useful, and jerome’s like “hmm what do i get in return?” so they develop a barter system where [x] activity gets jerome [x] amount of kisses and thus things actually get done while satisfying both of them without too much distraction. the only issue being that jerome keeps a) raising his prices and b) insisting on getting rewards for the most ridiculous shit now, like passing a bag of carrots over the counter because it’s just “SO MUCH UNPAID LABOUR, BRUCE”

still has moments where he reflexively flinches if someone significantly older/bigger/taller than him moves too quickly or suddenly, though people around his size/age or less are fine

is actually more self-conscious about his burnt hand than he lets on. he puts on a front like it doesn’t bother him, but the fact that he’s usually wearing fingerless gloves or has a bandage wrapped around it or has his sleeves pulled over his hands when he can’t have either of those says something. he actually managed to keep bruce and elijah from seeing it for quite a while, since that would have been harder to explain away than other things - they noticed he usually had his hands covered but didn’t think it was for a particular reason beyond it being a Jerome Quirk. one of the most notable things that happens in the future when things start to improve is that he stops wearing the gloves and eventually actually lets bruce hold that hand, whereas before if bruce tried he’d usually pull away and switch sides so bruce could hold the other

the others convinced him to see a therapist after he was officially diagnosed and unexpectedly he agreed (mostly to get everyone off his back), and he was assigned to a relatively young woman called bee. he didn’t expect it to accomplish anything and basically spent the first few sessions being an uncooperative shit and turning everything back on her and giving her smartass answers to her questions. it took a long while, but she eventually proved to be Cool and Funny enough for him to start warming up to her - which didn’t mean he was any more cooperative with the therapy side of things, but it did mean he started to use the phone number she gave him to text her about completely unrelated things in the vein of “holy shit bee you’re not gonna believe what miah just did”. she went along with it and their sessions morphed into jerome mostly giving her Gossip or them having casual conversations - but girl knew what she was doing. he gradually started to talk about bruce, jeremiah and elijah, about his relationship, about school, about the circus, and eventually opened up more about certain things that happened. he never quite got to the point of discussing his feelings about the abuse in-depth (though he did end up telling her a fair amount abt how he felt about bruce) but all in all therapy ended up having a positive effect on him, though bee was v talented at letting him think he wasn’t really giving her much info and that every realisation he came to during their sessions was down to him alone and not because he was talking things through with someone

likes hugs/cuddling/hand-holding much more than he will ever let on

never completely stops smoking, but he does tone it down after they all leave high school. he’ll smoke with other people and sometimes when he’s really bored or waiting for someone, but it’s not one of his first methods of passing the time anymore. trying to get him to stop drinking is a lost cause, though.

#t: original #ch: jerome valeska

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boyf--riends · 8 years ago

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review of Be More Chill!

i’m about to talk a lot about the show and the cast! if you don’t wanna read but you wanna hear about the talkback, the audio posts have just gone up and for those of you who want the review it’s under the cut!!!

- you can see jeremy violently pull down his pants before More Than Survive starts

- the bus ride was so cute!! the actors jostled around like they were actually on a bus and it was super fun to watch even though it was literally only 5 seconds long

- the reason why chloe calls jeremy out is because he tried to sneakily snake his arm behind brooke to get to his locker and it looked like a weird pervy move

- rich walks straight into jeremy and we were blessed with “dOn’T TouCH Me TaLL aSs!!1!” and jeremy just stands there as rich violently scribbles on his back pack

- michael entered from the audience and accidentally hit my friend in the face with his backpack strap and did his lil marley jam session and the crowd went fucking nuts

- ”boyf. what does this mean?” jeremy turns around and so does michael so their bags read boyf riends and michael turned to jeremy and made kissy faces/noises the mom behind me violently whispered “what the hell is a boyf” tbh its a mood

- jake lifts christine up in all her glory to sign up for the play and tbh,, i aspire to be that extra

- I LOVE PLAY REHEARSAL HOLY SHIT

- christine is so excited the whole time and god did her actress fucking kill the part

- when jake talks to christine it was pretty obvious he was nervous but tried to play cool and i really liked that

- two player game started and i shit you not the person in front of me started crying

- jeremy does not like to talk to his dad or about his mom

- “im your favowite pewson” michael nuzzles jeremys shoulder and jeremy shoves him off and he dramatically falls on top of the bean bags

- they had two of the ensemble actors as the payless employees and it was kinda weird but i went with it

- when they said it was top secret stuff michael was behind jeremy taking pictures of the stuff inside the box and it was super funny

-i thought jeremy picked out some kinda unisex blue v-neck ladies shirt not a sparkly pink tube top what the fuck

- “BecauSe SHe chEaTEd on MEeeEEEeeee” he rolled on the ground so fucking dramatically

- Do You Wanna Ride made 89% of the audience so uncomfortable but everyone went wild when brooke went “pi-i-i-i-i-i-i-ink beeeeerrryyyyy”

- jeremy’s voice cracked when he said everything about him made he wanna die and the squip turned the whole thing around but he kept that evil smirk on his face the whole damn time

- jeremy sleep singing Be More Chill while being carried to his bed and getting tucked in was so cute dont make me mention the “sleep tight slugger” bc my heart broke

- chloe totally psychs out christine before Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into and when jeremy enters christine pulls out of that whole funk and it was super freaking cute

- whenever christine does anything jeremy looks so love sick its adorable

- when christine said jake you could see physical pain on jeremy’s face before he grabbed his stuff and ran out

- brooke and jeremy had sex during upgrade (he comes out from backstage after making out with brooke, buttoning up his pants an smoothing out his shirt) and i was so fucking SHOOK

- michael looked so angry and hurt but he got all excited when he figured out the squip worked but jeremy just stood there and didn’t even move to go after michael

- THE LIGHT WAS SHINING ON MICHAEL WHEN HE ASKED IF JEREMY WAS COMING THEN THE LIGHT WENT OUT AND ALL YOU COULD SEE WAS THE SQUIPS LIGHT NEXT TO JEREMY AFTER HE SAYS OPTIC NERVE BLOCKING: ON

- the costumes for halloween made me nut holy shit the barking unicorn was my favorite

-after the song is over rich is the only one still on stage and he’s twitching and repeating “halloween” over and over again until he walks off stage

- brooke was so excited to see jeremy and christine was so excited to see jake but they both were pretty rude and both girls loked pretty upset afterwards

- chloe rubbed herself all over jeremy and when she gave him the baby bottle full of alcohol jeremy loked genuinely panicked when the squip made him drink it

- Do You Wanna Hang also made 89% of the audience uncomfortable but it turned pretty funny when jake punch through a fucking window

- michael covered head to toe in trash is such a mood but jeremy look so relieved when he finally saw michael

- “I had this whole spiel about 12 years of friendship going right down the drain” jeremy looked so guilty but michael looked so hurt and betrayed especially when he was trying to explain why the squip was bad

- jeremy shoved michael into the bath tub after he called him a loser, and all the parents who had no idea what BMC was gasped, and everyone was already crying

- Ryan Everett Wood is such an amazing actor and he really made Michael In The Bathroom the best scene in the whole show

- while jeremy and christine exchange weird noises, the dude in the unicorn costume sits up and just starts barking at them before he passes out again

- they make fun of rich for spazzing and asking for mountain dew red before the squip tells jeremy to skedaddle before the fire

- all of the shiny metallic costumes in Rich Set A Fire really highlighted the guys’ muscles and i liked it

- pitiful children was so well choreographed and i really want a pair of those sick light up sneakers

- as the show goes on and the squips control over jeremy gets stronger, the make up gets more intense and the squip starts to look more dishevelled and corrupt

- jeremy totally fucking roasted his dad (his dad looked so sad and shook) and what does his dad do?? run half naked to michaels house of course

- michael is getting high asf and sitting in a onsie burning stuff

- mr reyes is wearing jeremys costume and he looks so proud of himself until he sees jeremy

- michael made his entrance through the audience and everyone lost their god damn MINDS

- michael is such a petty bitch like,, jeremy is literally on the ground in pain and he’s just “hmmm no sorry u gotta apologize ://///” and if that ain’t me,,,,,

- michael literally holds jeremy with his arms and legs and jake just shrugs and grabs the mt dew red before pouring it out and michael looks so SHOOK

- “did the squip heal your legs???” in the most evil yet nonchalant high school jock voice i’ve ever heard “No I just can’t feel any pain. and its AWESOME”

- when christine comes out michael starts to walk away like “whoops theres christine looks like he won’t give up the squip now” but gets so excited when jeremy tells her to drink the mt dew

- everyone starts shrieking and michael looks terrified and starts screaming too and when everyone passes out michaels still screaming “AAAAAAAOOOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK”

- rich is in a legit full body cast but he looks so happy once jeremy wakes up and starts talking to him

- “oh my god i am totally bi” rich sounded so excited and the audience clapped and cheered

- rich and michael kinda had that “you were the only other person in this hospital room i could talk to and you’re not that bad of a person” vibe when voices in my head started playing

- jake looks like he’s about to punch jeremy but he sends him off with a lil bro hug and it’s such a pure interaction!! jeremy looks so stoked that everyone is still talking to him after the play!!!!

- “i think that all of us want to go out with you” they have sweet make out kiss thing and the whole cast is on the high beams looking down at them so fondly

- the squip comes back and jeremy just started to sing louder and it was so good and such an empowering moment

LITTLE NOTES ABOUT THE CAST: Everyone was so good and they all fit their roles so well! So much respect goes out to Matt, Ryan, Sal, Lizz, Jason, Billy, Vincent, Lisa, Katie, Emily, Carly, Frankie, and Bridget because without their hardwork and dedication to the show, it wouldn’t have been so good!!

You could also tell how much effort was put into the details of the show like, nothing was there to just be there, everything had a purpose and there was never any weird “i dont have any lines so i’ll just awkwardly stand here” moments with any of the actors!! overall the show was out of this world amazing and i’m so greatful that I had the chance to see it and meet the wonderful actors behind the original and the revival show!!!!

overall rating: hell yes/10

#be more chill #be more chill revival #bmc #bmc revival #be more chill review #george salazar #will connolly #matt dalton #ryan everett wood #sal pavia #ash.txt #be more chill musical #be more chill talkback

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jaeminlore · 8 years ago

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Library Assistant!Wonwoo

i'm back with one of the most precious boys in t world, jeon wonwoo <3

• anon wanted a troublemaker reader so here we gooo • you and mingyu are best friends and since you’re kind of outgoing and daring you tend to drag him everywhere • to the library for instance

• and even though you’re supposed to be studying what you’re really doing is drawing pictures in one of the library’s resource books

• stick figures of you and mingyu • the caption is probably something like • “skool sucks lolololol” • “kim mingyu smells” • “if ur reading this u r a loser” • you’re just a harmless troll really • bUT • this particular day when you two are hanging out in the library, mingyu suddenly slams your book closed • and you turn around to give him a piece of your mind bc what the heck mingyu who does that • until you see jeon wonwoo • aka the librarians assistant • aka the silent brooding type • aka one of the most handsome people on campus • with his oversized sweater and his large glasses that always slip off of his nose • he is really is handsome • too bad he’s so boring !!!! • ur convinced he went to some special librarian school where they sucked the fun out of him and made him into this super quiet boy who only makes an appearance when a book is being abused • you’re not here for it tbh • uNfOrtUnateLY wonwoo is mingyu’s other best friend so you two sorta kind of know each other • and he hates you so much lol • he KNOWS you are the one writing in his precious books but unless he catches you in the act he can’t technically prove it • BACK TO THE STORY • so wonwoo comes over and he’s shooting daggers at u like • “u just wrote in that book” • bc u were never one to back down from a fight you’re like • “maybe i did. maybe i didn’t. what you gonna do abt it????” • he does this semi cute huff and just frowns as he takes the book out of ur hands • “you wrote mingyu smells i know it’s you.” • cue mingyu: “i don’t smell!” • you try to tug the book back bc he can’t prove anything without it • “give me back the encyclopedia!!!!” • “lolololololololol no” • “wow i hate you” • “h8 u 2 m8” • this is basically how you two react on a daily basis • UNTIL ONE NIGHT • so mingyu had been cramming for exams and when he does this he kinda goes into Hibernating Bear Mode™ except instead of sleeping he does nothing but study • and the two of you had planned to watch neflix this particular night just to kind of distract yourselves from exams and whatever • but mingyu is nowhere to be found • and you check EVERYWHERE • you check his favorite coffee shop, the park he studies at, the gym he goes to when he’s stressed, the canteen, his dorm… you even called the 97 liners like “where tf is mingyu we have a marathon of bob’s burgers to watch” • and no one knows • but minghao gives you the best hint you can use at the moment “did you ask wonwoo?” • no way,,, there is no way u r gonna swallow ur pride and ask that … bookworm … to help u find mingyu • but thinking of wonwoo makes you think of the library, so you head on over hoping he had just fallen asleep and the security guard missed him • because at this point it’s reaching midnight and u aren’t even supposed to be out of bed,, let alone the campus library like come on • anyway the library isn’t open but you find a cracked window in the back to slide through • “mingyu!” you start whispering for your friend, hoping the security guard isn’t roaming the halls • you head over to the study second w all the tables and stuff • and lo and behold,,, mingyu isn’t there but instead it’s wonwoo • nd he’s just lazily walking thru the library w a squeaky cart, placing books back in their proper places • he’s tired, and in the dark you can see him cover his yawn with a sweater paw • ur heart does a lil somersault but like,,, u would never admit that bc you can’t find a dork attractive • esp not wonwoo, who is rumored to date books • you started that rumor but tbh you don’t doubt it • wonwoo finally catches you peaking around the corner and lets out a scream of terror bc he thought you were some kind of ancient book demon or smth • “wHaT tHe heCK!!!!!!” • you fall on the floor dYing bc his reaction was so funny • he looked like a startled deer tbh • “that was hilarious” you’re still giggling • and despite his absolute Hatred™ for you,, wonwoo finds himself blushing bc of how carefree you are in the moment • so … he gets kinda quiet and tries to become brooding again because that’s his Brand around here and there’s no way you’re going to break it with a simple giggle • at least… you aren’t going to know you did • “what do u want?” • after u sober up it gets kinda serious bc you’re still rlly worried for mingyu “is mingyu here? i can’t find him?” • “mingyu? i haven’t seen him.” • you let out a distressed sigh bc mingyu is a scatterbrain and he genuinely could’ve gotten lost around campus or smth •you sigh in distress: “he was supposed to come to my dorm a few hours ago and i can’t find him. ive looked everywhere.” • and as you speak wonwoo is suddenly,,, really disappointed,,, but he doesn’t know why,,, • “oh really? i didn’t know you two were dating…” nd he just kind of kicks himself mentally bc why wouldn’t you date mingyu honestly? • he’s handsome, he’s buff, he’s a great cook… wonwoo should’ve seen it coming tbh • but then you crinkle your nose like “dating? ew! i’d rather date you than mingyu and that’s saying something.” • even tho it was an insult and he’s slightly offended, wonwoo still felt a bit of hope blooming in his chest that for some reason just got bigger whenever you smiled at him • he also was blushing pretty dang hard but we aren’t going to talk abt that • anyway back to the topic at hand • wonwoo scratches the back of his neck and nervously suggests looking together. “we can try the kitchen if you haven’t looked there.” • “the what?” • “the kitchen. yknow, mingyu goes there every once and awhile to make food and wind down. he’s got a key and stuff so i don’t think the cooks mind him doing it.” • this is all very new information to you • but it’s the best bet so you agree. • you let wonwoo come with you because you don’t know the way • and also he’s rlly cute and kinda nice when he’s not yelling at you for an overdue book • but you would never tell him that ofc • as you both walk over there • nd it’s sort of awkward so you try to start a conversation • “isn’t the library closed? why were you stocking books?” • wonwoo smiled embarrassingly, “well i was actually just pretending to stock books. you see, there was a new shipment of books coming in and i wanted first pick of all the good ones before anyone else got to them.” • you giggle. bc,,, of course he would • “so you don’t mind breaking the rules, as long as it’s for books.” • “yeah and you always go against books which is why i can’t be associated with you.” • “well it gets boring in the library,” you whined. “can’t there be legos or coloring books to play with when students want to wind down but don’t want to read?” • “what are you, five? and why go to a library if you aren’t going to read?” • “mingyu needs someone to keep him company,” you said. “and i don’t like reading or studying so i would appreciate you taking note of that in the future.” • “right okay let me go buy a bunch of coloring books just so you can stay busy when you can literally bring one yourself.” • “that’s all i’m asking” • during your banter, you arrive at the kitchen • lo and behold mingyu is just chilling at the stove, eating some seasoned chicken • “hey guys grab a fork! i made extra!” • after you and wonwoo chide him for worrying you so much, you all sit down and eat • and • you don’t want to admit it • but it was rlly nice being able to get along with wonwoo • and he’s even cuter when he’s eating • his nose scrunches up and like you can’t help but stare at him a few times bc he’s a cutie • but he’s staring at you too so it’s all good • when the foods all eaten mingyu tells you guys to go ahead; that he’d stay behind and clean • he just ships y'all and wants one of you to make a move if we’re being honest • so wonwoo walks you back to your dorm and • you just stare at each other bc what do you do? do you ask for his number? kiss his cheek? • wonwoo answers your question by holding out his hand • fOr a haNdSHakE • but it isn’t that awkward because his hands are soft and warm • “i’ve got to go take care of some things,” he says, letting go of your hand and backing up. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” • “okay. thanks for helping me!” • “anytime.” • and that’s … that • and you’re pretty sure your crush was just fleeting and one-sided like there’s no way he’d ever like you • but • the next morning you walk into the library and on one of the tables • is a coloring book and some colored pencils • you pick it up and look around hoping to see wonwoo • you do, and he’s stocking shelves again, unable to come and talk • instead he just gives you and soft smile and mimes for you to open it you do, and his number is scribbled in • “maybe we could do something together? xxx-xxxx, let me know. wonwoo” • yep. your crush definitely isn’t one-sided.

#if you took a shot every time i wrote the word cute #you'd be dead with alcohol poisoning #seventeen scenario #seventeen as #seventeen au #seventeen fluff #seventeen reaction #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenario #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo au #wonwoo as #wonwoo reactions #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo imagine #destwrites

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smuttyfairy · 8 years ago

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Sweet Lies {OSH/KJM/KJI}

Description: Someone will love you, but someone isn’t me.

Genre: Fluff / Smut / Angst

Word Count: 10,036

Warning: Smut, angst that gets better bro, kind of a happy ending this time??? I don’t know let me know if you think it’s happy???

Pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader / Kim Junmyeon x Reader / slight Kim Jongin x Reader (LISTEN I’M BAD WITH THESE THINGS)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (This gif explains the entire story tbh) (OH, and on my 5K+ masterlist, this is titled as Deal, but so much plot changing happened that only the description is the same oops)

Xiu’s 5K+ Masterlist

It was the first day of seventh grade, you were sitting in the front of the class. Your first few classes were fun, but your fourth was boring and right before lunch. You chewed on the end of your pencil as you waited for the bell to ring, to say that class had officially started.

You stared at the clock, wishing you could get this over with, but you never knew that it would be one of the best days of your life. You watched as more students piled through the doors. It made you anxious, being in a class full of almost thirty students. The tables being set up in pairs made you even more anxious.

“Um, excuse me.” A small boy, probably shorter than you, mumbled next to you. You looked at him.

“Yeah?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t want to bother you, but I just wanted to know if it would be okay for me to sit next to you.” His eyes were wide, he was clearly just as anxious as you were. You smiled at him, nodding.

“Of course,” you replied. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I hope we can be friends.”

“That sounds cool.” He returned your smile. “I’m Oh Sehun.”

You had made it a bad habit to chew on the end of your pencil. Your first few months of college were hectic, but at least you and Sehun were still best friends. He was the only one from high school that you still talked to. He was in your morning class with you on Thursdays, along with a guy you’d just met. His name was Junmyeon and the vibes he gave you were just about everything you liked.

Of course, the first one to pick up on your growing interest in Junmyeon was Sehun. He made it very clear to you that Junmyeon was not good news with little reason to explain why. Not that you minded, you hadn’t really expected your interest with Junmyeon to escalate anywhere, but you liked pushing Sehun’s buttons.

Sehun always joked around with you about Junmyeon, it was like he knew that you didn’t plan on moving things forward with Junmyeon. He would always laugh and make fun of you if he caught you staring.

You told Sehun everything, so even if he hadn’t picked up on the slight attraction, you would’ve told him anyway. You sat in your college class, zoning out until Junmyeon walked in late. Sehun sat next to you as your eyes followed every single one of Junmyeon’s movements.

You bit down on your bottom lip and as his eyes travelled to you. Your oxygen was seemingly cut off for a moment as you maintained eye contact with him. He smirked at you until he walked past you to sit in his usual seat in the back. You heard Sehun shift beside you.

“Be a little more obvious next time, okay?” Sehun rolled his eyes and you chuckled.

“It’s not hard to look at him, Sehun.” You shrugged, nudging his shoulder. “Don’t be so uptight, dude, it’s harmless looking.”

“Harmless until he tries to get into your pants.” He grumbled lowly, still scribbling down whatever the teacher was saying.

“And why would that matter to you?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You haven’t ever cared before.”

“I’m just looking out for you, okay?” Sehun sighed. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Like I’d give Junmyeon the ability to do that,” you nudged his arm, “c’mon, you know me better than that.”

“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him.” He punctuated whatever he was writing. “You’re my best friend and I’m allowed to worry. You’re coming over after this, right?”

“What else would’ve gotten me through this class?” You nearly snorted, hearing him chuckle in response. Sehun took responsibility for you; your life hadn’t been the best, so once you met Sehun, you were able to be happy again. He didn’t like seeing you in pain and did whatever he could do avoid it.

As the bell rang, you stood to pack up your things. You looked up to find Sehun staring at something, and you assumed it was someone behind you. You felt a tap on your shoulder and you jumped, letting out a small squeal of surprise.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You nearly froze at the sound of Junmyeon’s voice. Sehun tried not to laugh at your probably terrified looking face. You put on a smile and turned around.

“No, that’s alright. You’re Junmyeon, right?” You tilted your head a bit.

“I’ll meet you in the car.” Sehun told you, pulling his stuff away from his desk and exiting the room.

“Yeah, and you’re (Y/N),” he’d been paying attention to you, “but I guess you’re busy today. Are you busy tomorrow?” You paused, giving him a look that made him laugh.

“Uh, not really. Never, actually.” You shrugged, attempting to answer slowly and carefully in case you embarrassed yourself.

“Let’s hang out tomorrow.” He handed you a piece of paper and you saw a number scribbled down on it. “Text me if you’re interested.” With that, he walked past you and you took a deep breath, waiting until he exited the room to release it.

You stared at the piece of paper until it set in for you that he was actually interested in you. That wasn’t usually the case, so you could barely think straight. You squealed a bit, getting a weird look from the professor before you smiled at him.

After your brain calmed down, you remembered Sehun waiting for you and you bolted away from your desk. You shoved the piece of paper into the pocket of your jeans and hoped your mind would allow you to forget about it. There was no way you were actually interested in Junmyeon.

You got into Sehun’s car and he stopped to look at you.

“What happened?” He asked you, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Um, nothing really.” You cleared your throat.

“What are you going to do now that he’s interested in you? I thought you didn’t think this would escalate anywhere.” Sehun’s voice was almost cold, it surprised you. You paused for a second before sighing.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, “I told you it was harmless attraction and why would I let that go anywhere? I don’t even know him.” After that Sehun seemed relaxed. You felt bad for lying to him, because you definitely planned on seeing exactly what Junmyeon was about.

You spent the day with Sehun, unsure of how to make it less awkward for the two of you. He still seemed grumpy because of your encounter with Junmyeon.

“How do you know Junmyeon, Sehun?” You asked him, feeling him tense beside you.

“It’s nothing. I just met him in high school.”

“What? Did he beat you up or something?” You scoffed, turning to face Sehun. You saw the smirk on his face.

“Something like that.” He shrugged. You furrowed your eyebrows at him but eventually you just got up from your couch and went into your kitchen. You grabbed him a bottle of water and tossed it at him, hearing him yell a thanks in response.

“You really should tell me.” You flopped back on the couch next to him and looked at him expectantly.

“No, it’s embarrassing, it was also a one time thing -”

“Shit, he did beat you up!” You smacked his arm and giggled.

“Okay, no, have you seen how short he is? I could beat his ass.” Sehun said defensively.

“Fine, if you won’t tell me, I’m just going to assume that he kicked your ass.” You groaned and he just shrugged.

“I know you want to text him.” Sehun told you, looking at you. “What are you waiting for? You weren’t ever exactly shy with him before. You certainly aren’t hurting my feelings.”

“But I really…” you trailed off, looking away from Sehun, “he intimidates me.” You could feel your face heating up and Sehun started laughing next to you. You looked back at him, “It’s not funny, asshole.”

“No, it’s just...now you decide to be intimidated after you were basically eye fucking him today?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s cute. He’ll think it’s cute.”

“Eye fucking? All I did was look -” your eyes widened and you shook your head.

“Wait a second, are you a virgin?” His jaw dropped. “I’m your best friend, why didn’t I know that?”

“You never asked!” Your face was red and you stood up from the couch to walk away from him. He followed you.

“Now you’re definitely not talking to him. Give me his number.” He held out his hand to you, almost like he knew that he’d written it down.

“But why?” You frowned, defensively grabbing the piece of paper that his number was on.

“Because he asked you to hang out, didn’t he? Where? Did he specify where?”

“Well, no, but -”

“He’s going to try to have sex with you, don’t you know anything about guys like him?” Sehun snapped at you and you flinched a bit, frowning at him.

“What the fuck, Sehun?” You stepped away from him. “So what if I did know that? What if I did want to have sex with him?” Your voice was quiet and it was almost like Sehun’s chest deflated as the words left your mouth.

“Then fine, go ahead.” He shook his head. “Don’t come crying to me when you realize that that’s all he wants.” His words were like a slap in the face as he walked away from you quickly, grabbing his jacket from the couch before he left. The door slammed loudly and your jaw dropped.

You sat there for a moment in shock, unsure of how to handle the way Sehun blew up on you. You didn’t really think of anything else except for the piece of paper in your hands. You didn’t think Junmyeon was like that, but maybe Sehun was right.

You shook your head with a sigh, ultimately deciding to text Junmyeon. The worst you could do was embarrass yourself, maybe he was looking for sex, but he’d never make you do anything. You didn’t get any bad vibes from him.

Sehun had to be wrong about this one. There was no way Junmyeon was a bad guy, you’d never even seen him talk to any of the other girls in your class. You contemplated it for a few more moments.

You texted him, telling him who it was. You got a text back within a minute and you frowned at his mention of staying at his apartment. Was Sehun right, or were you overreacting? You agreed, letting his offer fly over your head. The only thing you were uncertain of is if you were actually comfortable having sex with Junmyeon. You liked the idea but at the same time you cringed - he would be your first. Did you want to waste your first time with someone who wasn’t special to you?

Your mind travelled back to Sehun and you wondered what he’d gotten so upset about. You weren’t exactly looking forward to the next day when you had class. You were going to be sitting next to Sehun and he’d probably still be ignoring you.

It didn’t matter. What you did with Junmyeon was your own business, your own choice.

The next day, you wore a black skirt with a white blouse tucked into it, nothing too extreme but enough to get your point across - you were trying to look good for Junmyeon, something you knew Sehun would’ve scoffed at.

You were more than shocked when Sehun chose to sit in the back, far away from you. You sat in your usual seat, not bothering with Sehun’s coldness to you. It was new, he’d never done this before, but it wasn’t your problem. He would just have to get over himself.

Junmyeon slid into the seat next to you, a smile on his face.

“What’s up?”

“Sehun’s being a bit...off,” you sighed, “I don’t know what’s going on with him.”

“We should make him even more jealous.” Junmyeon hummed next to you, seemingly closer than before.

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking up at him with a frown. His lips were curled into a smirk as he, in a split second, cupped your cheek and pressed his lips against yours. You hesitated for a few seconds before you found yourself really enjoying his kiss.

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, and you eagerly allowed him to explore your mouth with his tongue. Your own tongue joined his before he broke the kiss, biting down on your bottom lip gently and pulling it before he released it.

“I like your skirt.” One of his hands trailed down to the bottom of your skirt, tugging the fabric gently.

“Do you?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I wore it for you.”

“Oh yeah?” His lips curled into a smirk again. “Why’s that?” His face was still so close to yours and you bit your lip.

“I think that’s obvious.” You shrugged, smiling a bit as Junmyeon kissed you again. The two of you jumped apart when there was a loud sound next to Junmyeon. Both of you looked up to see Sehun had slammed his bag on the desk.

“What?” Junmyeon looked at him.

“You’re in my spot.” Sehun’s voice was lower as he looked at Junmyeon with what seemed like disgust.

“No, Sehun, I haven’t been for a few years now.” Junmyeon laughed at himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’ll give you five seconds to fucking move.” Sehun clenched his fists and moved closer to Junmyeon.

“Alright, I always did give you what you want.” Junmyeon stood and walked away, letting Sehun slump into the chair.

“What the fuck was that?” You scoffed.

“I was saving you -”

“I don’t need to be saved, Sehun, let me make my own choices. I don’t want you to choose for me.” You grabbed your bag from the floor and left before the class could even begin, waiting, hoping for Sehun to follow you. He was supposed to make things right. However, the one who followed you was Junmyeon.

“Are you leaving?” He asked, and you felt your anger melt away.

“Not without you.” You said with a smile.

You had figured Junmyeon lived alone, but you didn’t think he’d ever be able to own or afford something like this. You came to the conclusion that he must come from money, you hadn’t seen him work anywhere or show signs that he had a job.

He showed you around his apartment, which wasn’t too big, but not too small. He lingered by his bedroom as he showed you, it was almost weirdly clean like he hadn’t been in it in a few days.

“I don’t usually stay the night here.” His low words in your ear made you jump a bit.

“Where do you stay?” You asked him, almost nervously. The warmth of his body so close to yours disappeared and you turned around to face him.

“A few places.” He responded with a shrug. You narrowed your eyes at him but he didn’t see it. He grabbed a water bottle from his counter. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” You sat across from him at the small table in his kitchen, placing your arms down on the table.

“First question,” his expression was serious and almost seductive, the way his tongue grazed over his lips had you staring at him, “are you sexually attracted to me?” Your face heated up immediately, and you went to bury your head in your hands.

“I…”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he waited until you made eye contact with him, “it’s human nature to be aroused, you know. So, are you?”

“Junmyeon, I don’t think I can answer -”

“Is that because I scare you?” He asked softly. “Does the place that your mind goes when you see me scare you?” His bluntness took you off guard, but you couldn’t say he was wrong. He intimidated you for sure.

“I wouldn’t...go that far.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Then one more question,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowed in your direction, “did you come here to have sex with me?” He watched you carefully, looking for any signs that you were going to say no. Could you say no?

You paused for a second, unsure of what to say. You’d told Sehun that you wanted to have sex with Junmyeon, but could you really trust him to be your first? Would he even take care of you?

“It’s either that or you’re incredibly naive. You must know what I want and it shouldn’t come as a shock to you that the way you looked at me...I really thought about all of the things I could do to you.” Thankfully the table covered your thighs coming together, because you really didn’t want to boost his ego even more.

“Yes, that’s what I came here for.” You admitted, your throat drier than usual. He stood up from his chair, walking to yours. Your heart was nearly beating right out of your chest when he kneeled next to you, leaning closer to kiss you neck as one of his hands trailed along your thigh, not yet slipping beneath your skirt.

“I saw you walk in with this skirt and I wanted to fuck you with it on...do you like that idea?” He asked you, his fingertips brushing past the ends of your skirt. He traced his fingers on your upper thigh, and you had to fight the urge to clench your thighs together.

“Do it.” You said quickly. “Please.”

“Patience, baby, we’ll get there.” His fingers touched your core through your panties. You gasped and he chuckled. “You’re wet.” He hummed in approval. You stayed quiet but your eyes were closed, your bottom lip between your teeth.

As he began to move the fabric of your thong aside, you attempted to stay calm. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this with someone you’d just met, or what about him made you want to do those things.

“I wish I had the patience to taste you.” He hummed, shaking his head. Before he could say anything else, he cupped your cheek and pulled you close to him, your lips touching his as his finger began to slide inside you. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, and your sigh could probably be played off as a sigh of pleasure.

As you got more comfortable with his finger, you spread your legs further for him, wishing you were able to feel friction. His lips trailed down to your neck, surely sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

He smirked against your neck and started working his finger, pushing it in quickly only to pull it back out. You moaned when he added a second finger.

“You just wait...I have something much bigger that you’ll like.” His words sent a chill down your spine. Your nerves were driving you crazy but while Junmyeon’s fingers were inside you, you forgot about them.

He sped his fingers up, curling them inside you. He hit a spot that had your body jolting forward a bit, a loud whine leaving your lips. He kissed you again, swallowing any moans that you could’ve given off. His fingers worked faster, harder inside you and you felt pressure in your core.

You cried out against his lips, unable to kiss him anymore as the pleasure filled your entire body. He kept moving his fingers, helping you ride out whatever he’d caused. He pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing each one up to his mouth and sucking your arousal off of them.

“You do taste good…” he sighed, “come with me.” He stood up, grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom. He closed the door and immediately brought you to his bed, waiting for your head to be on his pillows for him to climb over you. The whole room smelled like him - the vague scent of his cologne along with his smell that could only belong to him.

He kissed you roughly, rocking his hips against yours as if to tell you that he knew what he was doing. More wetness seeped from your core and you whined against his lips.

He pulled your shirt over your head, immediately trailing his lips down your chest to the hem of your skirt. His tongue joined his lips, but for some reason your mind kept going elsewhere. How could you think of Sehun at a moment like this? How could you think of how hurt he was when you told him you wanted to have sex with Junmyeon?

Junmyeon’s fingers played with the zipper, and you shifted uncomfortably, almost like you were waking up. Suddenly, when you closed your eyes, you felt like it was Sehun about to pull your skirt off and have his way with you. With your eyes closed, it was like Junmyeon wasn’t there, but Sehun instead.

“Junmyeon, stop.” You gasped out, feeling him immediately move away from you. His demeanor had turned from seductive to serious, easily switching between the two.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s just...I can’t. I want to...but I can’t. Not with you. Not right now.” You were rambling, but he understood. He moved away from you and handed you your shirt from the floor.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable -”

“It’s not you, Junmyeon, I promise.” You sighed. “It’s definitely not you.”

“It’s Sehun, isn’t it?” He watched as you slid your shirt back over your head.

“I don’t have any feelings for Sehun, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, that’s not it. He doesn’t like me, and rightfully so, how could you betray your best friend like that? I get it.” He cleared his throat, standing away from you and being respectful despite the obvious bulge straining through his pants. “Sehun’s really lucky, you know, to have a friend like you.”

“I’m sorry.” You replied quietly, tucking your shirt back in. “If it helps, he hasn’t told me much about you.”

“I’m surprised, really, that he hasn’t done anything to prevent what almost happened. It was almost like he knew he wouldn’t have to.” Junmyeon made eye contact with you.

“He...he’s my best friend.”

“Is that all he is to you?” Junmyeon asked you.

“I-I - well, yes.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“That’s sad, especially when it’s so easy to tell that he’s in love with you.”

You made every excuse you could to get out of Junmyeon’s apartment. You decided to walk home, despite the cold nipping at your skin as the sun sank in the horizon. The frigid air brought you back to the reality that maybe Sehun did love you.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and when you walked in, you saw Sehun asleep on your couch. Had he been waiting for you? By the time you’d gotten home, the sun had set and night had creeped upon the area. In the moonlight, he looked perfect. His face shone beautifully, his lips slightly parted.

You knew you had to wake him up, you couldn’t just leave him on your couch. You walked over to him, sitting down next to him and gently shaking his shoulder. He let out a small groan and turned away from you, just like he always had when you were younger.

“Come on, Sehun, you can’t sleep on the couch.” You finally saw his eyes blink open slowly. He looked sad, like something had happened to him.

“You’re back.” His voice was soft.

“Yeah,” you smiled at him, “but you’ve gotta go to bed. Come on.” You turned your head and you felt him grab your wrist. You were going to ask him what he was doing when he moved the collar of your shirt, until you remembered what was there.

You saw the hurt in his eyes and you opened your mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, he stood from the couch, his face in his palms.

“Sehun, I -”

“I warned you about him, (Y/N), why wouldn’t you listen to me? Do you know how many people he’s slept with? How many diseases he could have? I thought you were waiting for someone you loved...he...you don’t understand.”

“And what don’t I understand, Sehun? Is it impossible for you to think that I might like him-?”

“I had sex with him.” He said it quickly, his voice raised. “That’s what I didn’t want to tell you, I thought I could protect you from him because he hurt me too.” Your lips parted as your jaw dropped, trying to figure out if he was joking with you.

“You...but you never told me you were -”

“I was really adventurous in the first year of high school, okay? He was...he was my first.” Sehun’s chest deflated as he explained. “Don’t make the same mistakes I did, okay? Don’t be with someone that you know will only hurt you. You have so many other people that would make much better choices -”

“Like you?” You nearly whispered it. “Is that what all of this is about, Sehun?”

“He told you.” Sehun turned away from you. “No, I didn’t mean me. I’m not that great of a choice either, you know. I want you to be with someone who loves you for you, not because of what you can give them. That’s the best friend part of me talking. I want you to be happy, I don’t care about my feelings. I’ve always hated seeing you upset and if he ever hurt you…”

He looked back at you.

“...I think I’d have to kill him.”

“I can take care of myself.” Your voice was barely working.

“Don’t think I don’t know that, I know that more than anyone else in your life, but I’ll always want to protect you.” He moved closer to you. “Seeing the proof that you were closer with him than you ever were with me made me sick.”

“A-all I did was kiss him -”

“You’re a horrible liar, you know.” Sehun scoffed. “Don’t lie to spare my feelings, they’ve been dragged through the dirt this whole time, why’s it different now?”

“You can’t put that on me -”

“And I’m not.” He replied easily. “I’ve never put anything on you because I’m in love with you! I don’t get why you think that’s so impossible.”

“Sehun, you…” your eyes welled with tears and you couldn’t even finish your sentence.

“I should go.” His voice was dry. “Every time I look at you, I just think of him.” He walked past you.

“Don’t.” You called to him, his hand lingering on the doorknob. You were sure leaving wasn’t easy for him.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He scoffed, turning around for a moment. “I poured my heart out to you, I told you the secret nobody knows, I admitted how much I love you, but all you can say is ‘don’t’? Why don’t you want me to go? So you can fuck with my feelings more? This isn’t high school, this isn’t some game, these are real feelings, my feelings, so what the fuck are you doing?” He snapped.

“Sehun, I’m scared, I don’t know what to do.” You took a step closer to him, attempting to hold back your tears.

“How do you not know?” His own tears had gathered in his eyes. “I’d drop everything for you if you told me to. If you can’t do that for me, then what are you doing? I waited here for you, terrified that he was going to hurt you. I’m not doing this anymore, (Y/N), I can’t. It’s draining.” You couldn’t say anything else before he left.

That night you cried more than you had in years. The next morning, you didn’t go to class. You couldn’t stand being in the same room as both of them, especially when Sehun was so upset with you. You didn’t know what to do except go to his apartment and apologize to him.

You walked in, it was an hour after classes and you started to doubt that he was there. You heard a sound and you frowned, walking towards his bedroom. The door was cracked and you couldn’t help but be hurt by what you saw.

There was a girl on top of him, his chest pressed against hers as his hands frantically travelled over her bare skin as she moved on top of him.

“Fuck, do that again,” you heard him moan before he moved to kiss her neck. You watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted back. You backed away from the doorway and you were happy you made it out without making a sound.

You made it to your car and you couldn’t even explain why you’d started crying. You were the one who said you weren’t in love with him. You really shouldn’t have just walked into his apartment like that, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before...well, before he’d gotten mad at you.

Your phone began ringing and you jumped before answering it.

“Hello?”

“Are you crying?” Junmyeon asked immediately.

“Um, kind of. I guess.” You underexaggerated. Your heart felt like it was breaking into hundreds, if not thousands of pieces.

“Come over. Now.”

You didn’t feel like arguing with him, so you listened. You knocked on his door, watching as he opened it.

“I was expecting this. Come on, I have candy and tissues.” He opened the door wider for you as you walked in slowly. “Don’t worry, this isn’t yesterday. I’m not always like that. In fact, I should apologize, I shouldn’t have been so forward with you.”

“Thanks, Junmyeon.” You gave him a small smile. “That’s not what I’m upset about.”

“Oh, thank God.” He let out a loud sigh. “I thought I upset you.”

“No, but you were right. About Sehun.”

“Everyone knows about that. Except you, of course, because you’re oblivious.” Junmyeon shrugged, handing you a variety of chocolate. You thanked him quietly.

“He was waiting for me at my apartment.” You started, feeling the tears come again. “Why couldn’t I just...why didn’t I realize his feelings? And...did you...did you guys really sleep together?”

“Oh yeah,” Junmyeon nodded. “A while ago, but yeah, we did.”

“He was just...angry. He hated that I was interested in you and so he tried to prevent everything he could.” You paused before continuing on to what you saw today. “I went to apologize but I...saw something I shouldn’t have.”

Junmyeon raised his eyebrow at you.

“He was with someone.” You couldn’t look at Junmyeon, so you ended up looking at your hands that were fidgeting in your lap.

“So that’s why you were crying? Because he was with someone?”

“Don’t make it sound so pathetic.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“That’s not pathetic, (Y/N), maybe you really do love him and you just don’t know it. You clearly can’t be without him, and right now, you’re probably thinking that he’s so mad at you that he’ll never talk to you again...but…”

“But?” You looked at him.

“But guys are...really tolerant when it comes to women they’re in love with. Just because he was with that girl, or guy, you never know, doesn’t mean that he’s forgotten you. Sex is...it’s just a distraction for guys. He doesn’t like that girl, want a relationship with her, or anything like that. He wants those things with you, all of which he can’t have, therefore, he seeks a different kind of attention.” Junmyeon’s expression was serious as he told that.

“But how do I know if I love him, Junmyeon? What if I love someone else? Or there’s someone else out there that I’m supposed to be in love with?”

“If you close your eyes and think about your happiness, or your future, do you see Sehun there?” Junmyeon asked you.

“Of course, but that’s because he’s my best friend -”

“Wrong.” Junmyeon cut you off. “Your best friend isn’t always a part of your future. You might not know it, but you love him, (Y/N), no matter how much you want it to be someone else, this is Sehun. He’s seen you at your worst, your best, and everything in between, so naturally, he fell in love with you.” A tear fell down your cheek as you pulled your phone out of your purse, finding Sehun’s contact name before you sent him a text.

“Junmyeon, he won’t answer -”

“Then call him. There’s no way he won’t answer you.”

You drove home before you called him, not ready for his refusal to talk to you. What if he was still with that girl? Before you could chicken out, you forced yourself to call him. It only rang a couple times before he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Sehun, can you come over please?” You cursed yourself for the shakiness in your voice.

“Is everything alright?” He asked you with a sigh. “Nevermind, I’m on my way. Just wait for me, okay?”

You sat on your couch, your arms wrapped around your knees to keep them by your chest. He didn’t even knock before he came in. He didn’t say anything, even as he came up to you and wrapped his arms around you. You cringed as you remembered where those hands hand just been. His hair was wet, like he’d just taken a shower before coming there.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, resting his head on top of yours.

“I came to apologize earlier, but you were...busy.” Your heart stopped in your chest as you felt his grip loosen on you. He moved away from you slowly and he put his hands in his lap.

“How much did you see?” He asked.

“Enough.” You shrugged. “It’s fine, I shouldn’t be bothered by it anyway.” Your chest was tight and you felt as if there was enough feelings swirling in there to explode.

“She didn’t...she isn’t anyone important to me.” He attempted to explain nicely.

“I know.” You nodded, your heart sinking in your chest. “But you don’t have to explain anything to me. I-I’m the one who let you leave last night. I’m the one who-who lied. It’s my fault.”

“Are you okay?” He asked again.

“Yeah, of course, it just feels like my heart got torn out and thrown on the ground, stomped on a couple times, and then ran over by a car.” You attempted to force a laugh. “I feel like my chest is going to cave in.”

“Now you know how I felt when you came back from being with him.” Sehun whispered. “It hurts, (Y/N), so what are we doing? Why are we hurting each other?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. “I really don’t.”

“So why don’t we stop?”

“C-can you do me a favor?” You whispered it, but you refused to let your nerves get in the way.

“What?”

“Kiss me.” His lips were on yours before you could even finish your sentence. His hand cupped your cheek and finally, you felt better. You let out a small breath against his lips before you kissed him back. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you began to lean backwards, pulling him over you.

“What are you doing?” He whispered against your lips, his body hovering over yours.

“You’re the only one I can trust, Sehun.” You replied, feeling him kiss you again. He lowered himself closer to you with your approval, his hands trailing up your sides.

“Do you have any feelings for me?” He paused, waiting for your answer.

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation, but you weren’t sure if you were lying to him. His hips brushed against yours as he kissed you again. The emotions running through your veins made every move of his so much more noticeable.

“I love you.” He told you, his hands trailing under your shirt. “I always have and I always will. You’ll never know.” He was right, you would never know what it would feel like to love your best friend while they pursued another.

“Show me, then.” You told him, staring into his eyes through the dark. You saw a glint in his eyes that you’d never seen before, one that finally made you realize the extent of his feelings for you. The man above you was truly in love with you, and you were using him.

You were using his love to your advantage.

“Not here,” he told you, sitting up and easily sliding his hands beneath you to pick you up. He carried you into your bedroom. He placed you down gently, easily climbing back over you. Could you really do this to him? Were you going to hurt him like others had? How could he trust you so easily?

“I want you.” You told him, the words flowing off your tongue. You allowed him to pull your shirt over your head, enjoying the way his eyes scanned your body.

“I’ve wanted you for years.” He whispered, leaning down and kissing your neck, trailing down to the cups of your bra. He nipped on the skin your bra didn’t cover, a rush of breath escaping your lips.

You grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, watching as he pulled it over his head. Being close to Sehun like this turned you on more than you thought possible. You pulled him down to you again, kissing him while you fumbled with the belt on his pants.

“I don’t want you to regret this.” Sehun said suddenly. “Are you sure you want me to take this from you?”

“I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.” You told him honestly, finally unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.” He moaned as your hand brushed over his bulge. He reached down and grabbed your hand. You expected him to pull you away from him, to tell you to wait, but you were surprised when he brought your hand up, moving it to the hem of his boxers before helping you slide your hand into his pants.

The breath caught in his throat when your hand touched his bare member. You liked how it felt, it was smooth and your fingertips yearned to travel across the skin. He was hard, but he still had the patience to let you explore his body, as he would soon explore yours.

“Your hands are so soft.” He commented, his breathing irregular.

“Take all of it off.” You told him, removing your hand from his pants. “I want to see it.”

He looked away from you while he attempted to get out of his pants without moving too far away from you. While you waited, you took your bra off and began to slide your shorts off. When he looked back at you, his cock was fully hard, curving towards his stomach. Your jaw almost dropped when you saw how big he was, but you played it cool. It was red, almost looking painful.

His eyes scanned your body, unsure of what to do next.

“Sehun, hurry.” You whined, grabbing his hand. “I want you in me.”

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, stroking himself a few times before he nearly ripped your panties off, “I’m gonna treat you good tonight.” He leaned down and kissed you roughly. You moaned against his lips, trying to push against him.

“I need you.” You said in between kisses. One of his hands quickly moved to grab his member, lining himself up with your soaked entrance. You suddenly felt nerves settle in, but you knew you could trust Sehun. He would never hurt you on purpose.

“I’ve wanted to be your first for years,” he told you, slowly beginning to slide himself inside you, “You’re tighter than I imagined.” You winced at the sharp sting of being stretched, knowing that it was far from over. He stopped a couple inches in, heavily breathing against your collarbone.

“Sehun, it hurts.” You whined, feeling tears gather in your eyes.

“It’ll be okay, I’m right here.” He told you. “Breathe through it, I’m here.” He reached down between the two of you and attempted to help you by rubbing your clit in gentle circles. You moaned, feeling him slide in more. It had gotten to the point where the stretch stung again, but you were sure he was all the way inside you.

You gasped when he pushed in more, finally bottoming out inside you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, waiting for the sting to fade away. His fingers steadily rubbed against you and you felt the sting going away.

You felt the beginnings of pleasure.

“Oh God,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the pillow, “move.” He began to move slowly, more pleasure slowly taking over your senses. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around him, pulling him in to kiss you.

“Do you like that?” He asked genuinely, but you couldn’t help but moan at his words. You found it hard to catch your breath enough to answer him as he set a steady pace.

“Faster,” you whispered to him, lifting your hips to meet his. He complied, bucking his hips into yours faster than he had before. Your nerves had gone away and all you could think about was how good he felt inside you - the way his thick cock stretched you, hit you in all the right spots.

You felt indescribably full and wondered if sex would be like that every time. His hips moved fluidly against yours, the sounds of your wetness filling the room as he slid inside. You moaned out, asking him to go harder and faster, all of which he complied to.

You could feel something tightening in your core and you whined, not wanting it to end. He nipped your skin, surely leaving marks all over you.

“Wait,” you gasped. Sehun stopped, buried deep inside you. Sweat had covered his skin, gleaming in the moonlight that traveled through the window.

“What?” He gasped, out of breath.

You didn’t answer, all you did was sloppily flip the two of you around, leaving you seated on his lap.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “you’re so beautiful.” He sat up, pressing your chest against his. You almost smirked - it was your turn to feel his hands all over you.

You lifted yourself up a bit, letting out a hum of pleasure at the control you had. Creating incredibly slow friction was giving you everything you needed. His hands found an iron grip on your hips, starting to move you how he wanted you.

“Isn’t this what you like?” You started to move faster, ignoring his hands on your hips.

“I like having you on my cock,” he grunted, “I like being inside you. I could fuck you so good, baby, is that what you want?” Your stomach flipped and you moaned, leaning your head into his neck and repeated what he’d done to you.

“I’m so close,” you moaned, hearing a low growl rip from his throat. Before you could comprehend what was happening, he had flipped you over again, mercilessly pounding into you. The bed creaked and you felt small twinges of pain, but nothing compared to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Cum for me, princess.” He whispered lowly into your ear. “Cum on my cock, cum on your first cock.” You screamed in pleasure as you finished, digging your nails deep into the skin on his shoulders.

You panted heavily once you came down, feeling his seed shoot deep inside you. He waited a few seconds before he pulled out slowly, cringing as you winced.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful, it was your first time -”

“Don’t worry about it, I enjoyed it.” You told him honestly. “I’ll probably be sore, but that’s okay.”

“Wait here.” He got up again, running into your bathroom. You heard water running and once he came back, he grabbed a pair of his shorts from the drawer you kept of his things and slid them on. He lifted you up like he had earlier, carrying you into your bathroom.

“You didn’t.” You grinned when you saw the bubbles filling your bathtub.

“I did.” He looked at you. “Do you want it or -”

“I do, I was just surprised.” You told him honestly.

“I told you I would take care of you. I wasn’t lying.” He set you into the warm water, kneeling next to the bathtub. He smiled at you, scooping up some of the bubbles and putting them on top of your head.

“Are you not joining me?” You asked him, playing with the bubbles.

“Did you want me to?” He tilted his head at you. You nodded and sat up, watching as he took his shorts off. You sat in between his legs, leaning against his chest. His skin felt warmer than the water. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“This is nice.” You hummed.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you.

Instead of answering, you turned your head towards him and kissed him. His hands trailed over your body, the water splashed around the two of you.

“That good, huh?” He smirked against your lips and you turned around, straddling his lap the best you could. He put his legs down and you pulled him closer to you. You felt him beginning to harden beneath you.

You gripped his shoulders and moved your lips down to his neck. You nipped at the skin that had already begun to darken.

Once he was inside you again, it didn’t take as long for you to feel the pleasure. Your night was far from over. The water splashed over the side of the tub, both of his and your moans bounced off the walls to come back to you, to remind you of who you were on top of.

In the moment, you couldn’t even feel bad that you’d been using him.

The next morning, you woke up long before he did. You showered in an attempt to wash away your guilt. Sehun had been nothing but good to you; he treated you well and if he found out, he’d be beyond angry.

You were in your kitchen getting a bowl of cereal when your phone rang. You saw Junmyeon’s name on the screen. You sighed inwardly, answering it.

“Hello?”

“Did Sehun stay with you last night?” He asked quickly, not spending any time.

“Um, yeah, why does that matter?” You asked with a frown.

“Because this...this thing that we have going on, whatever it is, it can’t involve him. I know what I said yesterday, but I didn’t mean for you to go and stay the night with him, and there’s no way I can know what happened, but I can’t be with you if you’re attached to Sehun like that.”

“Me? And Sehun?” You scoffed. “No, we’re just friends. We don’t...there’s nothing happening there. Junmyeon, I do want this thing to work.” You attempted to speak carefully, but you knew that now was the defining moment. You looked up towards your bedroom door, making eye contact with Sehun.

You’d never seen Sehun glare at you like that. The way he turned around and went back into your room, you knew you’d hurt him.

“Let me call you back.” You said quietly, hanging up the phone and jumping up to follow Sehun. He was pulling his pants up, buttoning them and putting his belt on.

“I don’t think you have anything to say to me.” He scoffed, refusing to look at you.

“But I do have a lot to say.” You attempted to stop him.

“Did it ever cross your mind that I just don’t give a fuck?” Sehun asked you, his voice low and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “I told you how much you meant to me but you still used me. I-I love you, I would’ve done anything for you. And you did all of this, why? So you could fuck Junmyeon and not feel bad if he hurt you because he wasn’t your first? Y-you’re no better than he was, and both times I’m suffering for it.” Tears welled into your eyes, but you knew he was right. It was very selfish of you to use him, and his reasoning wasn’t far off from yours.

“Sehun, please -”

“No, you can’t ask anything of me!” Sehun replied to you. “I don’t...I don’t want to be your friend, (Y/N), but I get it, you like Junmyeon, whatever. I don’t care anymore, but if I can’t be more than a friend to you, then I don’t want to be anything. Maybe I put myself in this situation, I was aware that you never told me that you loved me too.”

“I do love you -”

“Like hell you do!” He yelled, throwing his arms up into the air. His voice quieted, “you only love people when it’s beneficial to you.” You stood there and watched as he walked past you.

“Someone will love you, Sehun, but someone isn’t me.” You muttered, knowing he heard you. He said nothing in response, he didn’t waste any time leaving. The first tear fell as the door closed behind him.

You didn’t let any more tears fall. You called Junmyeon.

“What happened?” Junmyeon asked.

“Are you ready for the story of how low I’ve stooped for you, Junmyeon?” Your voice was cold but it wasn’t like you could blame him. You had ultimately made the decision to use Sehun for your benefit.

“Sehun -”

“Stayed here last night. In fact, I slept with him. Three times.” You said bluntly. “Last night I had sex for the first time and I did it because I didn’t want you to be my first, because I was scared of what Sehun told me about you.” The other line was silent, but you could hear his breathing.

“You...you used Sehun because you couldn’t trust me?” There was disbelief in his voice. “Are you trying to put this on me right now? I never gave you any reason to not trust me, so there’s no way this is on anyone but you -”

“I know that.” You sighed. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“(Y/N)...Sehun and I met in Freshman year. I changed a lot since then, I hurt him, I hurt a lot of other people, too, but I’m different now. I wasn’t planning on hurting you, or taking advantage of you. If that’s what you thought, I don’t think I can...be with you. In any way. Now I know Sehun’s feelings for you and I refuse to hurt him again like I did all those years ago, regardless of any feelings I have for you. And, by the way, considering what you just did to Sehun, I don’t think you and I are any different.” After that, he hung up on you.

You sat there for a moment, unsure of what else to do. You surely hadn’t expected that from Junmyeon. Even if you did have feelings for Sehun, there was no way you’d be able to fix things now. He was angry, he wanted nothing to do with you.

That time, you did let yourself cry. You cried for the loss of both of them over something that could’ve been avoided. You read it in stories all the time - weren’t you supposed to have feelings for Sehun? Weren’t you supposed to realize them at the worst moment possible, then go fix everything?

Life never was a story, you would probably never fix things with Sehun, but you would live on. Unfortunately, no matter how sad you were, the world would continue moving around you. You couldn’t ask anyone why they were still going to McDonalds and Walmart when you were sad because the world simply did not revolve around you.

It might take months, a year, a few years, but you would get over Sehun - at least, that’s what you told yourself. You had no choice but to face them in your next class, it wasn’t exactly what you were looking forward to.

You found that they’d become friends, you sat in your usual seat while Junmyeon and Sehun sat together in the back. To say it was a turn of events would’ve been an understatement. You didn’t try to talk to either of them. What did you have to say? You couldn’t make them forgive you if they didn’t want to.

You’d drained the love from Sehun’s heart and you only wished that someone would fix that for him. Junmyeon, on the other hand, seemed to be unaffected by your actions. Losing Sehun was the hardest thing for you - you had known him for years. It was, after all, your decision that drove both of them away from you.

Three months later and you still hadn’t heard a word from either of them. It bothered you, but you wouldn’t let them know that. You wondered if Sehun cried in the middle of the night because he missed you, much like you did.

You weren’t ashamed to admit that you missed your best friend, that you cried over the loss of someone so important to you.

That night, you went out. You were searching for someone to take your mind off of the two men inside the rundown bar. You ended up on the barstool, sadly drinking at whatever you’d put into your cup.

It was that night that Sehun finally talked to you. It was also that night that the your body entangled with his for the last time. For some reason, it felt as if the two of you were drawn to each other.

All you could do was give in to the temptation that was Oh Sehun, the man you could’ve had all that time ago, had you just figured the truth out for yourself. Once again you found his name bouncing off the walls of your room, the quickened breaths, the smell of sex coating every corner and crevice of your bedroom.

His hands, although only being with you one night, had seemingly memorized everything about your body. You came to realize that it was because of the love he had for you, the part of him that wanted everything to do with you, no matter how much you hurt him.

One of your old friends told you that men were especially tolerant of their first love, and it made you wonder if he’d only ever loved you. In the desperate plea that was his body working against yours, he attempted to get rid of every scar you’d given to him.

This time, it was you who was left damaged after that night, but you deserved it. This time, it was you calling out how much you loved him. You left scratches down his back and dark marks along his neck, anything that would remind him of you.

Maybe that was selfish, maybe that wasn’t helping him heal, but you didn’t care. It wouldn’t help you heal, either.

The moment he spilled inside of you, signifying the end of everything, both of you breathed heavily. He buried his head in your neck, his eyelashes fluttered against your skin. It was almost like he didn’t want to pull out of you, even as he began to soften inside you.

You had trouble sleeping that night as he slept soundly next to you. Would he stay? Would he want to work things out with you? He wasn’t even drunk when you brought him home, so maybe that was the case.

You couldn’t help but doubt it. However, even as your mind clouded with doubt, you fell asleep. The only way you would find out if he was leaving was if he did. Your dreams consisted of what it would be like for the two of you if he stayed, if you woke up next to him in the morning.

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get to experience that twice. You woke up the next morning and he was gone, nothing except for a note written in his sloppy handwriting that you’d begun to love as well as everything else about him.

Someone will love you, but someone isn’t me.

The words you said to him just a few months ago had hit you now. It was like the two of you swapped places, and now he was ready to cause you any pain you’d caused him. You deserved it. You deserved to cry for the hours that you did that morning.

You’d hurt him, even though he was your best friend. You’d hurt him so unforgivably so that he came back for revenge, and you felt every ounce of pain he did. Luckily, college was done for the summer, so you just had to make sure you weren’t in any classes with Sehun.

After that, he had seemingly disappeared from your life, and you felt the loss every second of every day. You remembered how his lips felt against yours, how even after you’d hurt him, he was gentle with you.

Sehun would always have your heart, you were sure of it. You were sure that the pain that you caused both him and Junmyeon could never reach back to you - you would never feel it as badly as they did.

What had stopped you from loving Sehun?

You believed it was that you never really believed that Sehun was in love with you until it was too late. You were blind, and because of that, you lost him forever.

The lies you told him were sweet, you made him believe you cared about him, but you ripped his heart out. You hurt him because you were terrified of being hurt. He was right; you only loved people when it benefited you.

Summer dwindled on quickly, and thankfully you were able to confirm that you would be without Sehun in your class. The only downside was that you were with Junmyeon. You wondered if he still talked to Sehun.

On the first day, you walked in and sat in the front, where you would normally sit. Tables set up in pairs made you anxious, you hoped that Junmyeon wouldn’t try to sit with you. You didn’t think he would, but you couldn’t help but worry.

Your mind still wandered to Sehun. You wondered if he was happy, if he was loving someone else, if he’d touched anyone else since he’d touched you. That was wrong of you to think about, you hurt him and he was no longer yours to mess around with. He would not get hurt by you again.

You must’ve daydreamed, because the teacher shut the door with a loud slam. You jumped a bit, your eyes widening as you stared at him. Students were scurrying around to find a place to sit, or for familiar faces.

“Um, excuse me.” You looked over and saw a tall boy standing there, his skin was tanned and his eyes were almost a honey color as he looked at you.

“Yeah?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Of course,” you replied. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I hope we can be friends.”

“That sounds cool.” He returned your smile. “I’m Kim Jongin.”

Maybe new beginnings were right in front of your eyes.

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connect [rich g. x fem!reader x jake d.]

( Can you do a Poly Rich x Fem Reader x Jake fic? Preferably where the reader is a big geek and likes to cosplay. (Probably met when reader was doing the costumes for the play) )

ok but i love this

ok this also went from ‘big geek who likes to cosplay’ to ‘geek, likes to cosplay, does costumes for drama dept. and knows shit about theatre’ because i couldnt resist tbh

this is 10,000 words. brb gonna go die

pls dont expect this from me since this was just something that i got rly rly into writing and got rly carried away

warnings: uhhh none that i can think of other than general language but let me know if im forgetting stuff

Alright. You could do this. All you had to do was come up with costumes, take measurements, make everything by yourself, and have everything ready in time for dress rehearsal to begin - along with keeping up with schoolwork, going to Hobby Lobby (which, thank fuck you were getting a huge discount for, because otherwise you’d basically be destroying your own shit in order to make anything) to get everything you needed, and basically do everything your average person needs to survive. So basically, you were ready to die a bit more inside and start multitasking - and lose sleep, but that was normal. What wasn’t normal was the show you were doing costumes for. When Mr.Reyes mentioned doing Midsummer, you imagined you’d be spending your nights sewing costumes for fairies - not... zombies. But you forced a grin and told him you’d do your best, and clutched your sketchbook to your chest, the paper with the cast list and roles jammed in, and the script for the play sandwiched between binders in your bag.

This was fine. You’d go and watch one of their rehearsals to get an idea of how long everyone would have between costume changes, and Mr.Reyes would be speaking his vision to you as you would hastily scribble notes down, basically becoming a bobble-head as you tried to take into account everything. You’d start doing homework during classes, read online for whatever book and bullshit your way through any quizzes. Maybe you could copy some (or almost all) answers off of Christine if she’d let you. Then eventually you’d start spending your last class taking a nap with Christine in the drama room while the rest of the class did whatever - or working on whatever schoolwork you could if you weren’t tired.

The things you did for costume design.

Christine was the first person you measured. She’d been through this numerous times before, telling you her height and weight happily and smiling at you. Her smile fell at one point as you were measuring her chest.

“You might want to be careful, [y/n],” she said softly, “I mean, I don’t mean to be rude but...” She glanced over to where the rest of the cast sat, chatting among themselves. “I don’t think they know how this works?”

“You don’t sound rude!” You chirped, “they’re new to drama, right?”

She nodded. “I don’t mean to sound mean or anything - I just thought I should warn you that someone might take offense to you asking their weight? Sorry, I know that sounds kinda weird-”

“Nah, it’s cool, Christine,” you shrugged, “I’ll explain that this is just for me to know and that this won’t be shared with anyone else. Thanks for the heads-up, though.”

Christine only smiled. After her, you had Jake Dillinger next on your list. He gave you the information you needed without question, and you took to measuring. After the awkward silence began to creep in between you, he finally spoke.

“Do you do this a lot?”

You hummed as you looked up. “Measuring people?”

“Yeah!” He smiled, “like... costume stuff.”

You nodded. “It’s kind of my passion.”

Jake smiled at you. God, you knew how many people would kill to have Jake Dillinger even look their way - and here you were, tape measure around his waist without a second thought to it while you were fairly sure you had at least one pair of eyes on you. It didn’t click until half-way through measuring his inseam that some of these people probably have never seen anyone taking anyone’s measurements.

Well, this was going to be fun.

Next was Rich Goranski. He raised a brow when you asked for his height and weight, but the moment you were about to launch into your ‘I need to know this because it’s legit important for costuming-” speech, he shrugged and told you.

“You do realize how this looks, right?” He said, slightly smirking while you slightly slapped at his leg. “What?”

“Move your leg.”

“What?” He repeated, before moving his foot slightly, “oh.”

“How does this look, Rich?” You said, looking back up at him.

“You don’t know?”

“Enlighten me.”

After a pause, he only frowned. “Never mind.”

That’s what you thought.

Jeremy was fine. He might have been somewhat awkward for a second, his eyes kept flickering from a spot on the wall to you as you measured anywhere below his waist, but he was quiet and didn’t ask questions and let you work - taking any instructions without hesitation. Brooke was similar, although much happier and barely hesitated to give you her weight and height. Heck, she actually complimented you on your dress at one point - something you’d made earlier in the year. Jenna was similar, although much chattier - which was definitely fine. You actually liked it, compared to how quiet everyone else had been while you’d taken their measurements.

Then came Chloe. You’d known about her and Jake’s relationship in the past, so maybe that was why she’d been glaring at you the entire time you basically breathed around Jake. But she smiled.

“Height and weight?”

She hesitated. “Why?”

You sighed. “This will stay between you and me - I just need it for costuming reasons.”

Chloe clicked her tongue before answering your question. Barely half a second later, she spoke once more. “I saw Jake was talking to you.”

“And so did Christine and Rich and Brooke and Jenna.” You shrugged, “look, Chloe, if you’re trying to say there was anything going on - there wasn’t. I took his measurements, he asked if I do this a lot, and I told him I did since costumes are my thing. Heck, we haven’t talked before today, so if you’re worried about anything between us-”

“I’m not worried,” she snapped. “I just-” She frowned as she watched you fumble with the measuring tape, “I wouldn’t want you to get any ideas since Jake obviously has his eyes on someone else.”

You finally looked up after straightening out the tape. “We’ve barely ever talked before. I’m not going to fall in love with him after one talk.”

Chloe only stared at you for a moment, before letting you finish up your job. You shut the folder you kept, making sure all the papers were secure, shoving your measuring tape into your pocket, and snatching your bag from a chair. You thanked them for being patient, forcing your smile as you make a comment about how you’ll pick up supplies and get things done as soon as you can, only receiving a halfhearted response from everyone but Christine and Mr.Reyes, which managed to evoke something from both Jeremy and Jake, which in turn managed to get the rest of the cast to give you more than you’d expected.

Well, that really showed you how fickle people could be. Not that you needed it - but still. You weren’t sure whether it was Jake or Jeremy that made them change their minds, but you left without thinking too much into it.

You had work to do.

A week later and you’re already buried in your work. The contents of your room have practically been shoved into the closet as you invested all your time into each little detail in each costume. You spent your days either working on small details while in different classes, spray painting shoes during drama, or scribbling in answers to homework due the next period (or day, if you were lucky), courtesy of Christine. If you had a chance, you’d crash on the small, cheap couch in the drama room for a bit, and then you were back home and sewing and (rarely) burning your fingers on hot glue.

It was hell, but it was worth it.

The rustling of paper and plastic bags caught your attention, snapping your attention away from the warming glue gun, which wasn’t warming up fast enough for your liking. There stood Christine, admiring the different pieces of costumes that were strewn about - the bare bones of Brooke’s dress that still needed the bows fixed and lime green details, Christine’s own dress hanging on a hanger only needing tiny touch-ups, a shirt you found for Chloe that you had yet to touch, and one of Rich’s costumes already near completion.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“You need a break. C’mon,” she said, sitting on the edge your bed, “I brought food... and more hot glue sticks.”

“Yes!” You smiled, hopping up. You shoved your backpack from it’s spot, sitting cross-legged as you took one of the Chipotle cups from her.

Christine sat on your bed, unfolding the bag as she hands you your usual order. You thank her and almost immediately break into your food. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up with such a great friend, considering she lets you copy off her work without question during your sleepless weeks and memorized your order (not that you haven’t done the same, but still). Then again, ten years of friendship have made the two of you this close. Sleepovers and doing theatre together until high school - when you decided you didn’t like doing it as much - and movie nights where the two of you screamed at stupid horror movies or shifted uncomfortably at random sex scenes or jammed out to movie musicals; all built up your friendship over the years, even if there were a few fights from time to time. In the end, you two were closer than anyone else you two knew.

“Jake asked me to come to his Halloween party on Friday,” she said as she opened the container containing her own order.

“And?”

“I think I might go.” She shrugged, “he’s so sweet, [y/n]. He suggested that we go as prince and princess.”

“That’s cute,” you smiled, “do you still have that-”

“Renaissance costume? Yeah,” she smiled, “it still fits! I mean, it was only a year ago, but still.”

“Well... have fun, I guess,” you shrugged. She stared at you.

“I was... actually going to take you with me? Jake said it’d be okay, and you’ve been pretty stressed about all the costumes, and I just thought you could use a night out-”

You traced circles into the condensation forming on the cup, awkwardly taking a sip. You did have a costume, so it wasn’t like you weren’t prepared. Albeit it be based off of a video game character, it was still something. “People are gonna say I’m a geek.”

“So? People know that I’m a theatre geek. Besides, if anyone says anything, at least you have the satisfaction that you made your costume yourself!”

You eyed the pair of long-fall boots in the corner of your room, the portal gun you’d ordered resting against them. Maybe you’d at least ditch the portal gun for Halloween - you didn’t want to risk damaging it, considering the house would probably be full of drunk teenagers. You looked back to Christine.

“I’ll go if we can have movie night on Saturday. Me, you, and a couple bags of discount Halloween candy,” you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“No horror movies,” she said. You frowned.

“Fiiine. No Singing in the Rain.”

She was taken aback, “but [y/n]-” She paused, “actually, I have something better. I’ll pick you up.”

The backyard was the quietest place, for some strange reason. The music wasn’t threatening to knock pictures and paintings off of the walls, there wasn’t the blazing heat of a hundred teenager bodies - quite the opposite, in fact, and you were wishing you brought some sort of jacket - and the lighting was dim. Sure, it wasn’t dead silent - people littering the porch and lounging around the pool (or, if they didn’t care enough, they stripped down to next to nothing and jumped into the icy water before letting out a scream at how fucking cold it is), but it wasn’t too much. You sat in a porch swing, hugging a pillow and swaying back and forth as you wondered where Christine was. Maybe you’d convince her to leave a bit earlier than the two of you had planned, and you’d crash in her bed since fuck the couch, the couch is always cold.

The swing suddenly jerked back, sending you immediately gripping onto the back and arm. When you turned to confront the fuck that decided to throw themselves into the spot next to you, you were met with the familiar face of a certain boy who asked you if you realized how ‘this’ looked when you measured him. He sort of grinned at you, as you sink back into your spot, clutching the pillow closer to your chest. Just what you needed: Rich Goranski.

“Y’know, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he began suddenly, not caring to greet you, “but Christine n’ Jake both mentioned you were around here somewhere, so...”

“I’m taking a break.” You ran your thumb over the corner of the pillow. “From costumes,” you added on, “Christine’s making me.”

He nodded and smiled again. “Good. You deserve to let loose sometimes.” He paused, “who are you?” You looked at him, before he just gestured toward your body.

You glanced down to your costume. “Just a video game character.”

He didn’t respond at first, but the moment your attention drifted back to the pillow, he spoke. “That’s cool. I’m Jason,” he said, “from the movies? Friday the 13th?” The mask gleamed in the low light from overhead, and you could barely see the red streak peeking out slightly from underneath it, boldly standing out against golden brown.

You sort of smile. “I know. I like horror movies.”

“You do?” He sounded genuinely surprised. You didn’t blame him, honestly - especially with the reaction you had earlier when all he really did was sit next to you.

“Yeah. I mean, I get fucking terrified, but they’re still good.”

He chuckled a little, reaching up and pushing at the edge of the slipping mask, poising it back at the top of his head, “you wanna grab a drink?”

“I’m fine.”

Rich pressed his lips together, obviously not expecting you to reject his offer. He pushed back slightly, basically swaying the swing back and forth slowly. “You do costume shit often?”

You had to admit - you weren’t fond of his word choice. But you shouldered your thoughts, squirming uncomfortably against the wood, “yeah. Kind of my passion.” You nearly decided against it, but you were already speaking, “I made this,” you gestured slightly toward your outfit. “And the boots, too,” you tapped your fingers against the metal curving out of the back.

He didn’t speak, just staring. “Can I?” He reached out a hand. You slowly nod.

You barely knew Rich Goranski - at least, personally. He sprung up during sophomore year and was Jake’s friend, and has slept with numerous girls if the rumors surrounding him were anything to go by. Plenty of people didn’t catch his attention - you and Christine were never the object of his eye, as were many of your friends - but the ones that did seemed to be the popular, gorgeous girls that seemed fawned about by everyone. You heard about how he was one of those guys who’s focus was basically getting into girls’ pants and to watch out because his fingers like to roam or some bullshit.

But here he sat, right next to you, tracing over the detail of your boots. His attention didn’t wander to your thighs or chest or anything, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as he let out the softest gasp at the metal curve of the brace of the boots. Rich seemed genuinely interested, soaking in every part of what would be a complete cosplay if you had your portal gun - and heck, you kind of regret not bringing it if your boots were enough to stun him. For a moment, the cool Rich Goranski who makes stupid sexual comments faded away. For a moment, you saw someone else.

And within a moment, his hand jerked back and he was gone. He leaned back, gave you a half of a grin, and eased back into his usual cocky, too cool for this shit persona. “I’ll, uh, see you later,” he stood, the swing drawing back a little too quickly.

The swing threw itself forward, and you nearly fell out if it weren’t for Rich, quickly catching you by the shoulders, his fingers warm against your bare skin. He chuckled softly, tracing circles in your skin with his thumb.

“You alright?” He said softly. You dumbly nodded, movements slow as you leaned back. He smiled again, and for a split second, you swore you saw the fainted, thinnest pattern of a circuit creep onto his features, etched out across his freckled cheeks ever so faintly. “Good. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to someone as cute as you.”

His touch lingered a few seconds more before he stepped away, making another comment about how he’ll see you later. The warmth of his touch seemed to haunt your skin, the circles he traced feeling as if it had been tattooed there, just as a reminder that that was real and Rich had just been talking to you. You dismissed the thoughts quickly, standing slowly and stretching, bones popping softly. You’d find Christine and see if you two could leave. Passing out in Christine’s room sounded amazing, and the promise of sleep sounded like it might be able to wash off the ghost of a touch.

You eventually found her on the couch, talking to some kid in a cyborg costume - Jeremy? You remembered his face and his body too well, honestly, but his name seemed to slip your mind - albeit it looked more like he just wore a onesie to the party as a last minute option. You couldn’t really judge - he seemed happy. Whether it be from the fact he was talking to Christine, because who wouldn’t be happy talking to Christine, or because he was at this party or because whatever, you couldn’t be sure.

“Hey, [y/n]!” She smiled, “you remember Jeremy, right?”

Awkward kid that kept getting nervous when measured below the belt. “Yeah. Hi,” you said, sinking into the spot next to Christine, waving at Jeremy. He sort of awkwardly smiles - that sort of smile that’s just oozing with damn it her friend is here. The sort of shit you often saw in movies.

“Anyway, you were saying?” Christine said, looking back to Jeremy.

He stared, looking from her to you before deciding on whatever he was about to say. “I was wondering if, uh, you wanted to go out with me?”

Oh shit, he actually went for it. You looked to Christine, before snagging the keys out of your pocket after seeing how tense she had immediately grown. You whispered, “I’ll go get the car. Meet you in five.” And left the living room as quickly as you could.

Thirty minutes later and you’re almost to Christine’s house, listening to her ramble about how Jeremy used to be kind of a sweetheart in the past - he didn’t really talk to her, but he was “kind of adorkable” whenever she saw him. Awkward, but adorkable. And now he’s changed and he’s changed from a dork to a dick sometimes, being one of the popular boys who hangs out with Rich and Jake.

You ditched your boots in the car, following her into her house, listening to her now talk about the shit that Jake pulled and how she dumped him after seeing that he wasn’t over Chloe. Within the next few thirty, you had showered and had donned the comfiest of pajamas and crawled into bed next to Christine.

When you woke up, she was crying.

“It’s Jake.”

buzz

“They’re saying Rich burned down his house-”

buzz

“Jake had to jump out of a window-”

buzz

“[y/n]-”

You took her phone, it buzzing to life endlessly against your palm. Rumors were flying, blocked by your palm “hey, c’mon. Halloween candy, movie day. Singin’ In the Rain. Alright?”

Her arms were wrapped around you within seconds, her face hot with tears and buried in your neck. “... Yeah. Alright.” She felt your arms wrap around her, and you peek at her screen. Numbers she didn’t know, numbers you’d never recognize, kept spitting rapid-fire across the screen.

You shut off her phone. Sure, none of it was directed toward her, but jesus it was a lot to take in - especially because you knew where Christine’s mind was, even if it wasn’t an active thought. There went multiple roles - roles she and Mr.Reyes probably couldn’t handle alone. You traced circles in the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Everything will be alright.”

click click click

“He-ey, [y/n]!”

click click click

Was it rude to speed up when the other person was on crutches? Well... at least you had somewhat of a reason. You were Christine’s friend, and you still weren’t completely sure how she felt about him - so you’d play it safe and avoid him as best as you can. But you slowed eventually, turning to face him, smiling a little.

“Hey, Jake,” you said, awkwardly shoving your hands into the pockets of your dress, rocking slightly on your heels. “... How are you?”

He doesn’t seemed phased by the fact you were kind of ignoring him, but smiles ever brighter now that you are talking to him. “I’m great!”

For a second, you swore he didn’t even realize he broke both of his legs. “That’s good.” You sort of smiled, “where’s Chloe?” Fuck, why did you ask that-

“I’m... not really sure. Probably with Brooke,” he said, “hey, have you finished any of my costumes?”

“You’re still in the play?” You asked slowly, before he nodded.

“Yeah! It’s been pretty great, and I can still do most of my stuff, so... why not?”

You nodded slowly, “I’ll talk to Mr.Reyes about a costume parade tomorrow, since almost everything's done,” dear fuck, was that a lie, “and I’ll make any fixes necessary!”

Jake nodded, still smiling. He had no idea what a costume parade was, did he? Whatever - he was smiling and he’d learn eventually.

Time to buy as many energy drinks and stay up finishing every costume you could. Scratch that, finish every costume because you needed to. Would Christine probably get mad you were pushing yourself like that? Probably. Were you going to tell her? Nope. At least, not until after everything was done.

“Tomorrow I won’t be here to help you all with costume changes.” You announced, standing next to a rack of costumes backstage, “so I ask that you all please be careful and to help each other if possible. Yes, you might miss a cue since this will be the first time,” you ignore the look Christine gave you, “but I will be here specifically to help with the quick changes after that. I’ve spent weeks making these costumes with quick changes in mind,” you plucked Jeremy’s reversible off of a hanger, “which is why I’ve kept most things simple and things that don’t need much help getting in and out of. For example, this-” you hold up the jacket- “is what’s called a reversible.”

You slid your arms into it, it hanging slightly longer due to Jeremy being a bit of a string bean, “on one side, it looks like this. But,” you removed the article of clothing, flipping it inside out, “it becomes this when reversed. Hence the name: reversible.”

At the lack of questions, you went on. “I assume you all have been informed of the costume parade? Basically, all you all will be doing is trying on your costumes and I’ll be discussing any changes that need to be made. Understood?” You barely had any reaction, before forcing another smile and continuing, “good! I’ll be sitting out in the audience, so just come line up at the front of the stage when you’re all in your first costumes.”

At the lack of any protests, you were out n the audience, planted in a seat next to the kid who does lighting - Josh. He didn’t look up, eyes pinned to the phone in his hand as he switched from app to app, not really giving a shit. Eventually, after moments of dreadful silence, he looked over to yu and smiled a little.

“Costume girl, right?” He said, and you realized the smile had been more of a smirk, as if he was planning something. You shrugged off the thought - he wouldn’t be that stupid, messing with any of your costumes... unless he had a death wish.

“Yeah. Lighting boy, right?” You replied. If he wasn’t going to even ask your name, you wouldn’t use his.

But he chuckled. “Yeah. Right.” He looked back to his phone. “So I hear you and Jake are... something.”

What the fuck. “We aren’t? Where did you-”

“I dunno. I don’t just ask a cute guy’s best friend shit about how to woo him when I like him,” he shrugged, “I get my friends to do that shit so that I don’t fuck it up halfway through saying his name.”

“That doesn’t mean-”

He cut you off, “plus, not naming any names, but a certain someone kept blabbing about how Jake never shuts up about you sometimes.”

You rested your hands in your lap. How many times had you and Jake actually talked? Then again, how many times had he and Christine said a word to each other?

Jake was cute - you couldn’t deny that. But... did you really know him? At all? The question weighed down on you - and to no one but Christine, it was obvious you were distracted as you made small comments about each costume. You all but completely skipped over Jake, dealing with the thought that he was talking about you proving to be more difficult that you first hoped. Soon enough, you packed up your shit and left, practically dashing to the school parking lot, jamming your key inside the car and throwing your shit into the passenger seat.

Jesus, fuck, you needed to be alone. Just for the rest of the day. You had plans you had to take care of tomorrow.

The hospital was quiet, the only noise being the soft bustle of nurses and family members or friends and such. Your steps felt like they were echoing around you, your bag hanging low on your back as you searched for Rich’s room. Eventually you find it, knocking softly first before slowly pushing the door open and slowly walking in. The lights were dim and you almost left, only to end up lingering for a moment. Was he asleep? Or... had he not woken up?

The pale light of a cloudy morning flooded in the room, brushing over Rich’s features and causing the faintest glint of light to reflect onto the floor from one of the balloons. You felt like an intruder, standing in near silence as Rich breathed, burn scars creeping slightly up his neck and into sight. How badly was he hurt? Hell, how did the fire even start? He was fine when he was talking to you, wasn’t he? Fuck if you knew. Part of you was glad that you and Christine had left earlier - but still rested the pit of dread in your that maybe you could have stopped this or something. Maybe you could have helped him, even if you weren’t sure how. The gentle, doe-like eyes that greeted you as he stared in wonder at your effort, your sleepless nights, your patience - all wrapped up in a pair of fancy cosplay boots. His eyes were burned into your memory.

You should go. Maybe you could come back in a few hours and maybe Rich would be awake-

“.... [y/n]?”

It was broken through a yawn, but Rich had definitely called your name. You turned away from the door, and his eyes were on you, squinting as he tried to make out your features before he suddenly smiled at the sight of you. You sort of smile awkwardly, walking in but pausing a the light switch, reaching up only to be stopped by Rich.

“Don’t. I... like it dark in here.”

Whatever. His decision, right? Your hand fell back to your side slowly, and eventually you walked over to his bed. You hesitated to speak at first, but finally settled on the only question you could muster up, s you wrapped your fingers around the straps of your bad awkwardly. “... How have you been?”

He frowned slightly. Oof. Probably not the best question to ask. He answered with a soft, “I’m here.”

“A lot of people miss you,” you said, cautiously sitting at the foot of his bed, ready to move back up if necessary. He doesn’t say anything about it. “If anyone wanted to find your locker, they could. A lot of notes and shit are all over it,” you forced a smile. “It’s really sweet, honestly.”

He doesn’t respond at first. Rich just sat there, eyes on you as he tried to think of something - anything - to say. Gone was that cocky, flirtatious exterior for a moment. He was unsure, trying to muster up any words. “What have they been saying about me?”

Holy shit, Rich Goranski has a lisp. You sort of smiled at the thought - what a cutie. “Different shit. I... think there’s a couple people try to curve the rumors, but-”

“Yeah. I get it.” He frowned.

“Rich?” You were going to regret it, you knew it, but you couldn’t shake the desire to ask. “What happened?”

He doesn’t answer again.

“The play’s going well,’ you said, breaking the silence.

“Good. Is... Chirstine mad about-”

You cut him off quickly, “no! Definitely not, dude. No one could be mad at you.”

“What about Jake?”

“Jake’s... Jake. He hasn’t been holding anything against you, honestly,” you said slowly.

“How’s Jeremy?” He suddenly asks.

“Jeremy? He’s... still Jeremy, I guess.”

“Alright.” He paused, studying your face. How tired did you look? Fuck, you knew you should have put on something - just enough makeup to cover the bags under your eyes at least. “Have you been sleeping?”

You tensed at the question. Maybe not as much as you should... Fuck, you downed a energy drink just an hour ago to give you the strength to live through Sunday and not sleep until five in the afternoon.

Apparently, your silence was enough of an answer. “Go home and sleep,” he said softly, “I’ll still be here, i-if you want to come back-”

“Yeah. I’ll be here the day after the show.” You stand, “we can talk more then, alright?”

He nodded. He wanted to say something, but he left the words unsaid as you slowly leave the room. He looked over to the bear sitting on the table next to his bed, and frowned. “Fuck.”

Jake missed one of his cues the first night you helped him. Could he help it? He had a cute girl helping him in and out of his costumes. He liked the way you’d gently smooth out a wrinkle in a shirt or the way you’d smile after making sure everything was right. Was it stupid that he thought about your fingertips running across his chest as you blindly found the edge of his jacket, and that the fact your arms were around him for barely a minute drove him crazy? Fuck, he wasn’t sure, but you were cute and it distracted him because you were so serious about this and he didn’t wanna mess up but how could he focus when he had a cutie like you hanging around him, specifically there for him. Everyone else was fine on their own for the most part - maybe you had to zip up Brooke’s dress and help Jenna at least once, but other than that, you were the center of his attention.

Was it bad that he really liked that? Fuck if he knew.

He was going to ask you out. Sbarro? Sbarro. Sbarro was a good option - who didn’t like pizza? He at least knew you did, considering one night Mr.Reyes ordered pizza for all of you before the second run through of the night. Then again, maybe Sbarro wasn’t a good idea then - you’d probably be tired of pizza. Maybe just the mall in general - he’ll try to pay for you if he can and maybe you two could just talk and maybe there wouldn’t be someone to steal the attention away with their performance art.

Did that sound needy? Fuck, it probably did. He’ll have to figure out how to ask you out. Hopefully Christine didn’t say anything to you - then again, she didn’t seem like the person to, and... she was oddly okay with him subtly bringing up the idea of dating you.

"I can’t believe it,” you hissed softly, “I spent weeks making costumes - and now Jeremy doesn’t even fucking show up!”

Jake frowned. You were pissed.

“I mean, Jake, you broke both of your legs and you’re here. I just... I don’t know,” you murmured. Your gaze fell to the floor, your arms crossed across your chest as you held back tears. You worked so fucking long and Jeremy just straight up blew off the entire play. Now Mr.Reyes had to make time to get through Rich’s changes, and Jeremy’s and-

Jake’s hand was on your cheek. “Hey,” he cooed softly, “it’ll be alright. Jeremy will be here - he wouldn’t blow off something this important.”

You looked up at him and he was blown away. God, you had beautiful eyes. “You think so?”

“Yeah!” He smiled, slowly tearing his hand away from your cheek, gripping the handgrip tightly. He hesitated for once, unsure about the timing, but decided hes go for it. “Hey, [y/n]? I was wondering if maybe you’d-”

“Jeremy!”

The two of you looked up as Jeremy strolled in, usurping your attention away from him. He could tell it was taking everything to prevent yourself from marching over to him and chewing him out. Maybe he’d tell you after the show - give you time to calm down since you were practically burning, hatred oozing out of every pore. He watched as you stared, watching Jeremy talk to Christine, holding up something before watching her turn and walk away from him.

“Places for scene two, people!”

Jake left you standing alone, seething as you stared down Jeremy. If looks could kill… Jake left you after a few moments, hesitating slightly.

You kept staring at Jeremy. Something was off. He seemed… anxious, uncertainty beginning to practically drip from every inch of him, his hands still clutching some pink shoe-box he had drawn out of his bag. What was wrong with him? He used to be different - acting cool and so sure, save for Halloween night. He moved, intending on running out on stage - something that’d ruin the show for sure - and before you could stop him, Mr.Reyes was already there, hand curled around his arm, fingers digging in and likely leaving bruises. He spat something in his face, only to push him back, exiting onto the stage.

“[y/n]!” He said, voice shrill as he grabbed you by the shoulders. “You haven’t drank from that beaker, right?”

You’re confused, staring him down. “Dude, that’s a prop - I’m not going to-”

“Good! Fuck, I need you to go out there and take the beaker-”

“Jeremy, that’d ruin the show for Christine, I can’t-”

“No, you don’t understand-”

“I’m sorry that some of us care about the show! Seriously, call time was an hour ago and you’re late-”

“[y/n], I wouldn’t-”

You were caught off guard by the sound of Brooke’s voice becoming rougher as she spoke her lines, filled with an newfound passion. You looked back to Jeremy. “What. Did. You. Do.”

He tensed immediately, “I need you to get that beaker.”

You nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He tore away from you. You’d apologize to Christine later, as you crept into the shadows of the curtains, putting on the headset, hearing soft humming.

“Josh?”

He’s immediately quiet, “huhwhat-” and, you assume, scrambling to sit up. “What? You aren’t supposed to be on here-”

“I need a blackout on stage.”

“Uh… it’s not the end of the scene? I mean, I’d do it but I don’t have a death wish right now since my life’s been pretty baller-”

“Fuck, Josh, I need-” The door swung open, and in strolled some nerdy looking guy with glasses and a red hoodie, holding up a bottle of red soda. You nearly snapped at him if it weren’t for the relief that immediately washed over Jeremy. You grew silent as you watched the two talk, Josh questioning everything as you then watched Jeremy go near silent before beginning to attack his friend - Michael, you were pretty sure. You whipped off the headset, tossing it down as you went to try and stop him.

“Jeremy! What the hell-” You managed to say, only to be met with the cold wooden floor seconds later.

He had shoved you away, before he tearing himself away from Michael. “It’s taking over my body,” he said, “I need your help - I’m sorry!”

Michael was immediately after him, managing to somewhat hold him down. He nearly spoke to you if it weren’t for the familiar click of Jake’s crutches - and maybe it was better than he ask Jake, considering how Jeremy flailed against Michael’s grasp and considering you probably wouldn’t have been able to do shit with Jeremy writhing like that.

“Jake! This is gonna sound weird but -” he was cut off for a moment, tightening his grip around Jeremy’s wrist as he struggled, “if I hold down Jeremy, can you make him drink this Mountain Dew Red?” He didn’t wait for an answer before tossing the bottle over to him, immediately returning to the task of keeping Jeremy down.

Jake stared at the bottle, eyes catching a glimpse of you. He looked back to Michael, “actually… that doesn’t sound weird at all.”

Pain overtook him, spiraling through his head as the bottle slipped from his grasp. His head hung low with his face scrunched in pain, before it suddenly evaporated from his features, and he looked up. He felt…

Pretty fucking amazing, honestly.

“Jake?” You said softly, standing as you stepped over. “Are you alright?”

When he looked back up to you, you recognized everything. The familiar, faint circuit pattern you swore you had seen on Rich seemed to disappear within seconds. And he smiled at you, unnerving you completely as he reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“[y/n], I feel boss.” He didn’t stop smiling. Dear god. “No,” he said quickly, “I feel more than that. Here, watch-” He said, throwing down his crutches. You nearly scrambled to pick them up if it weren’t for Jake stopping you. “Don’t. I don’t need them anymore.”

Jeremy piped up softly, staring at the phenomenon before him. “It… healed your legs?”

Jake only chuckled softly, “no! But I can’t feel the pain anymore - it’s awesome!” He smiled, “you could be like this too, y’know. Painless,” he lowered his voice as he looked to you, “happy. [y/n], you could be pretty boss with-”

“What’s wrong with me now?” You said, staring at him.

He seemed at a loss for words for a second. “Nothing! But you could be more-”

“Jake,” you tore away from him slightly, “I’m fine with the way I am. I don’t need,” you motioned toward his head, “whatever you have to change me.”

He seemed rejected. The moment Brooke and Chloe walked in, however, you had stumbled into his arms, scared from the sudden appearance. He didn’t feel content, though. There you were, in his arms, warm underneath his touch, and he didn’t feel as good as he should feel.

The voice in his head snapped at him. Kiss her, was spat into his ear, or... get her the Mountain Dew yourself. She’ll be much happier if you-

Then you were gone, out of his arms as you moved out of the way of everything - trying your best to avoid anything. Everything. You were fucking terrified and it showed in your eyes and in the way your arms were folded too tightly across your chest as you only took in everything that occurred before you. Michael had sprinted out after seeing the bottle resting at Jake’s feet, the pool of red soda hiding in the bottom. When the other four circled around him, you broke out of your spot, shoving past them.

“Michael!” You had cried, arms ending up around him as the two of you fell back. When the group parted around you, you were awkwardly squished against him, both of you completely disheveled. You didn’t notice Jake’s eyes pinned to you, the voice in his head cooing it’s bullshit as it mocked him because look at her, she’s all over Mell - she probably likes Michael because Michael Mell is a loser who likes video games and Michael wasn’t like him-

When Christine walked backstage, she was positively glowing. You went to say something, only to realize there was something so fucking wrong and that wasn’t Christine. She was too rehearsed - as if every step had been laid out in front of her, every motion planned down to the exact millisecond, her smile plastered onto her face as she approached Jeremy. She said something to him, and he just stared in awe. You balled your fists, Michael’s hoodie becoming crumpled in your hands. He reached up, fingers brushing over your arm.

“[y/n], right?” He said softly, “look, fuck, I’m sorry-”

You watched Christine lift the bottle to her lips, drinking. And then she screeched. One right after another - Chloe, then Brooke, then Jake, Mr.Reyes, then Jenna - and finally, Jeremy. And then they all collapsed around you, leaving you and Michael to cling to each other as you two let out a scream.

Well. You two were fucked.

A month later, your friend group had grown from just Christine and a couple other people to include not only Jake and Rich, but the rest of the play’s cast. Jeremy and Michael were giant nerds and you actually had plans to go to a con with them, them maybe also in cosplay if they could pull something together in time. The three of you spent the day sending endless selfies to the group chat of you all in last minute cosplays. At some point you fell asleep in the backseat of Michael’s car, and when you checked the group chat later, found a picture with “she slep” underneath it. You expected to see some sort of comments from anyone else, but only saw a “let her slep” from Christine. You shrugged it off.

At least, you did until Rich was sitting at the end of your bed one day, watching you sew a dress for a Zelda cosplay you’d been planning for months. It was only in the bare bones stage, but he was entranced with your fluid motions. He was supposed to be focused on math homework, pestering you with questions over content if he needed it. Heck, that’s why he was there - you were going to tutor him unless he waved you off, telling you to work on your cosplay and he’ll ask questions if he needs it. But he ended up getting through two problems before he gave up, watching your face as you furrowed your brow, humming softly as you continued to work. Fuck, the amount of concentration you had was adorable.

… Adorable? No. No, you weren’t adorable. Well, you were, but you and Rich were only friends. He liked Jake, didn’t he? Jake was cute and tall and kind of interested in him except neither of them made a move toward each other because… because.

Because Jake was conflicted. Rich didn’t know it, and neither did you, honestly - but Jake often sat between the two of you, his heart aflutter in his chest as he realized almost daily that he was absolutely smitten with the both of you. But he was convinced you didn’t like him - you liked Michael because Michael was kind of a dork and you were kind of a dork and why wouldn’t you like Michael? Michael didn’t try to convince you to change yourself. Michael didn’t try to convince you that you could be better if you took some… weird thing that caused a voice in his head - hell, he still wasn’t sure what happened that day. But he remembered what you told him, burning with anger as you recounted the shit he said to you only to realize that wasn’t him and profusely apologize.

Jake liked you. Jake liked Rich.

Rich liked you. Rich liked Jake.

You liked Jake. You liked Rich.

Fuck.

And there you sat, Rich’s eyes practically burning a hole in your back as you worked, not knowing that you were busy shoving thoughts about how soft his hair looked sometimes and how you kind of wondered what it’d be like to kiss him out of mind. He didn’t know your fingers fumbled and that you sort of ended up nicking your skin - not terrible, but breaking the skin enough that there was a bead of blood as you hissed. You heard the clatter of Rich’s binder hitting the floor, breaking up as he’s beside you within seconds, taking your hand in his own.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, “sorry-”

“Fuck, hold on- where are the band-aids?” He said. You stared at him, before softly chuckling.

“I’ll be fine, Rich. It was just a little nick.”

He stared at your finger, before his eyes met yours after a moment of hesitation, “you sure?”

You couldn’t help but smile - was he worried about you? “I’ll be fine, dude. Unless you wanna kiss it and make it better or some shit,” you laughed softly.

Dear god, did you not know how much he wouldn’t mind doing that? Even as fucking joke, it was probably the closest he’d get to kissing you honestly. He couldn’t fucking help staring at you and wondering what it’d be like to smash his lips against yours and run his hands through your hair or what it’d be like to explore every inch of your skin. His thoughts kept running elsewhere and you chuckled as your attention wandered elsewhere. What were you-

“You should probably clean up your binder, Rich.”

He followed your line of sight, only to find that his math binder had snapped open upon hitting the floor, papers askew. He sort of smiled, the warmth of his fingers leaving yours as he walked over, picking it up and throwing it onto your bed. He carelessly snatched up his papers, not caring whether shit got folded or crumpled as he shoved it all into the open plastic - he’d just fix it later, probably.

“Did you finish your work?” You asked softly, bouncing on your heels. He looked to you, swiftly nodding -which was a lie, but you didn’t know that.

Before you knew it, he shoved his messy folder back into his backpack and left you, making up some excuse about how he needed to get home or whatever. He was gone before you could protest in any form, not giving you a chance to muster up any possible excuse for him to stay a bit longer.

And you had to wonder. What made him leave so quickly?

“So… let me get this straight. You like Rich.”

“Mmhmm.”

“But you also like Jake?”

You turned over, resting on your stomach as you watched Christine look through her closet, trying to find a cute shirt. “... Yeah.”

“Why don’t you tell them that?”

“Christine-”

“No, [y/n],” she said, “tell them that you like both of them?”

“Christiiiine,” you whined, “then I’m gonna ruin everything because they probably don’t even like me or - if they did, I can’t have two boyfriends, can I?”

“Who says you can’t?” She shrugged, pulling out a black shirt with flowers on it. “It’s called polyamory-”

“I know about polyamory,” you cut her off, “but I don’t know about Rich or Jake- I mean, they’d probably laugh at the idea, right?”

She frowned as she looked back to you, “why don’t you just… ask them?”

“Christine-”

“Just… try?”

What you didn’t know was that Christine knew. Jake and Rich trusted her enough - and honestly, who didn’t trust Christine? She was an angel and you often considered yourself blessed to be her best friend, honestly. Jake came to her days before you did, mentioning something about how you were cute and vaguely mentioning Rich in the same, love struck way. Rich, on the other hand, had been blunt - asking her for advice straight out only to be told the exact same thing she told you: to talk to both of you.

The situation was this: you definitely weren’t going to make the first move. That means you had to actually mention the idea and kind of confess your feelings for the both of them and essentially make the first move, which was just a thought that absolutely terrified you. Rich wasn’t going to say anything either - more out of the fact he wasn’t sure how to bring up the idea that he’d basically be down for banging both of you (without saying it like that, since he wasn’t sure how you’d take it considering he was... kinda serious about it) without blurting it out. And Jake wasn’t going to say anything, mainly out of the uncertainty about how to bring up the topic at some point.

So that left Christine with the decision that she’d try to push the three of you together, with some help. She may have vaguely mentioned the idea to Jeremy, and eventually managed to convince the rest of the group to get on board with this little scheme. They’d find a way to push the three of you together, since it was beginning to get blatantly obvious that there were mutual feelings between the three of you.

One day, you and Jake and Rich ended up at the mall all at the same time, the rest of the group nowhere to be found. Then one-by-one, texts came in, an excuse given to why the rest of them weren’t there. Sure, it was weird, but Rich won you and Jake stuffed bears out of a claw machine after betting that he could beat the machine, and the three of you ended up getting pretzels so the trip wasn’t a waste at all.

One night you ended up sitting in Jake’s hotel room with both of them, watching some crappy movie. You forgot about the homework due the next day, the impending weight of a test in a few days or weeks, the world outside passing by. For once, you were content. Rich was happy, his head in your lap as you absentmindedly messed with his hair - which was definitely as soft as you thought it would be, honestly, what is his secret? And Jake had rested an arm around you, pulling you closer to him slightly, his other hand resting near Rich’s. You’d barely remember the movie, as you sort of sunk into Jake, his warmth lulling you to sleep. Rich looked up as he noticed you slowing to a stop, your head resting on Jake’s shoulder. He couldn’t lie - he was pretty sleepy too, but the sight of you snoozing away was adorable.

The next morning, you woke up tangled up with Rich and Jake, the awkward imprint of a zipper going down one of your cheeks, and Rich’s arms around your waist and his face pressed against your back. You didn’t want to move - the both of them sleeping soundly. So you didn’t - or at least, you avoided moving as much as you could. You only listened - the rise and fall of Jake’s chest underneath you, his breathing soft and quiet, and Rich at your back, shifting in his sleep, snuggling closer to you. Everything felt tranquil, as if the world wasn’t bustling outside with the business of morning. As if the only three people that existed were you and Jake and Rich. You smiled a little - because, well, that was a thought. Eventually you shut your eyes and somehow managed to realize one thing.

You loved both of them.

The group was conflicted. Because on one hand, the three of you were extremely close and seemed like everything had been resolved and that this was happening. On the other hand, none of you said a word about any of it. No announcement that hey we’re all dating, that’s cool right of any sort, no kisses, nothing that would give anything away. Because, apparently, you three weren’t dating. No matter how much Rich’s hands rested at you and Jake’s hips, sometimes squeezing gently to get any sort of a reaction from the both of you - usually a gentle nudge from you while Jake would become slightly flustered and glance down to Rich. You had the habit of bringing the two of them little things more often than anyone else - setting down one of Rich’s favorite energy drinks in front of him on the days he needed it, or bringing them both coffee and muffins in the morning. Jake would get invested in what you or Rich was doing - plans, current problems, anything and everything.

So then there was a bet. Christine said you weren’t dating officially, and Jeremy sided with her. Jenna had bet that it was just a secret. Michael shrugged and said it hasn’t happened - and after a moment, Brooke agreed. Chloe didn’t bother to look up from her phone, hanging onto every word.

“Why would they hide it from us?”

“I dunno, maybe they’re just nervous-”

“Rich would have blurted it out by now, and [y/n] tells Christine everything.”

“Exactly!”

“[y/n] doesn’t tell me everything. She still has her secrets and I have mine-”

“Christine, we all know that’s bullshit.”

“Oh my god, they’re dating,” Chloe said, breaking the conversation up, “and Jake’s not going to say anything about it yet because this is new to him. Rich respects that, and [y/n] obviously wants to tell Christine but she doesn’t want to ruin everything. Let. It. Go.”

The first time Rich had kissed you was after a convention. You had just gotten back to your house, fumbling with yours keys when he had turned you to face him, smashing his lips against yours. Your keys hit the ground, your hands finding their way into his hair and he tugged you closer to him. It was sloppy and quick, but you didn’t care. Thirty minutes later, you were curled up with your head on his chest and dressed in the softest pajamas, looking up at the phone in his hand as he texted Jake to get his ass over here.

The first time you and Jake kissed was the following morning as the two of you were up before Rich and the house was empty, so breakfast seemed like a good idea. Besides, Jake had bragged enough about his boss cooking skills, it was time to put them to the test. So while Jake searched your fridge for ingredients, you sat on the kitchen island, humming as you watched him. At one point the two of you began making small little comments toward each other, before Jake ended up standing between your legs, forehead against yours. You had closed the distance, pressing your lips against his for a quick, gentle kiss.

A gentle kiss that ended with Jake all but on top of you, hungrily kissing you. Rich swinging into the kitchen was what broke you two up. He chuckled, made some comment as he walked over, getting a quick kiss from Jake - and then another from you - before the three of you teamed up to make breakfast.

And by team up, you and Rich watched Jake make pancakes.

The group found out one day when you had accidentally sent a selfie into the group chat, Rich in the background with a dog that was definitely too big to be called a puppy, captioned with “jake our bf is paying more attention to this puppy than me and i dont blame him” and then a quick “ hurry up and get here before we buy a dog love you” before you shoved your phone in your pocket. You realized your mistake the moment there was a symphony of buzzes and chimes, and you saw literally everyone but Jake or Rich.

“Rich?” You croaked, pulling his attention as your nerves bundled themselves tightly, your hands shaking, “Rich, fuck-”

He was up and to you within seconds, “babe? You alright?” He said softly, only to look to your phone once you held it up. “Wait-”

“Rich, Jake didn’t want us to say anything and I fucked up and texted the group chat and not him a-and he’s going to hate me-”

So Rich did what he could: he called Jake, and within the next hour, the three of you were sitting on the bed in near silence. Phones kept buzzing will calls every so often - Christine being the most predominant of the names that popped up. Jake wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He wasn’t mad - you didn’t mean to and he saw how upset you were over the entire thing. Sure, the three of you probably would have waited a lot longer to say anything to the group, but at least that wasn’t a problem anymore, right? That picture of Rich was cute.

Speaking of Rich, he had been the first one to break, checking his phone. After all, everyone could learn to love the real Richard Goranski and his lovers. Instead of happiness or anger, you and Jake were met with Rich’s silence. When you looked, you saw why.

First came a chorus of “i knew it” in varying forms, before then there was the realization that none of you had responded. Then the chat turned to love: Christine beginning with saying she supported you three, and then there was just messages upon messages of how they supported the three of you, that they wouldn’t go parading this around the school because who the fuck would do that, that they’d all be here when you all finally decided to say something.

You had to wonder how you came to have so many people like this in your life. First Christine, who you had years of friendship solidifying your bond stronger than steel. Now you had two boyfriends who you adored more than anything, a constellation of pure love developed between you three as you had nights where you three would just sit around and watch dumb movies and eat pizza while making stupid jokes, or dates around the town where the three of you played Pokemon Go and argued about who’s team was better over lunch. The days where you and Rich would find Jake at work, making jokes about how he worked at Dick’s Sporting Goods (one time of which Jake responded with how Rich is “sporting goods,” which ended that conversation as you laughed and Rich grew flustered) or when you started working at Pinkberry and you had both of them with the rest of the group “bothering” you during work. And dear god, how you loved the rest of the group. They all supported you all, refuting any rumors before they could really take off (especially Jenna and Chloe, the two being extremely fast to stomp out anything before they could really start blazing). The three of you had undying support from them: something you all were grateful for. Heck, you had noticed that Christine had put stars by your, Jake, and Rich’s names. When asked about it, she smiled.

“You guys are a constellation. That’s what poly relationships are called!”

For the first time in months, you realized how loved you were. Jake had pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, arms around your torso. Rich pressed a soft, quick kiss to your lips, arms wrapped around you and Jake awkwardly as the three of you laid in near silence, the soft chatter from the TV filling the room.

“Hey... Rich? Jake?” You mumbled, “I love you.”

They had both smiled. “We love you too.”

since people wanted me to mention them:

@love-doesnt-discriminate @fly-like-a-grayson @heatherchandlxrs @linslovelylocks @1two-player-game1

sorry if i forgot anyone!!! this is just based off of the list i have

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Seatmate!Hoshi

A/N: Anon and Cinderella Anon requested for Seatmate!Hoshi this time! I’m sorry I haven’t been updating bc of school but I have my drafts saved so don’t worry! I’m still writing! To those who are back at school, I hope you guys are doing great! To those still on summer vacation (and to all of you in general): STAY HYDRATED!!!

This one was really fun to write because, let’s be honest, Kwon Soonyoung is everybody’s bias wrecker. Even if you don’t have him as a bias, he’s somewhere lurking on the top of your bias lists don’t lie to me. This one’s a long one so I hope you all enjoy and have a great day~! ^^

How do I start with this guy

Calls himself 10:10 because of his slanted eyes cute

This kid is also pretty hyper ok

Once got into detention because he randomly stood up on his desk in the middle of a lesson to shout “IT’S 10:10″ when the clock strikes

Often has random dance offs with Junior!Seokmin and it’s the most hilarious thing to watch

Has a lot of friends from every grade because he’s so fun to be around

Cares a lot about his underclassmen and is the one of the nicest upperclassmen around

Everybody knows Soonyoung’s really good at dancing

And I mean, real good

He even has his own YouTube channel NaegaHosh where he dances his own choreos to pop songs

Most people at school follows him and even the teachers stalk his videos lol

Soonyoung is basically in everyone’s good book

Well, everyone’s but yours

You see, you’re childhood rivals

You can say you’re a pretty chill person

You have your own group of friends you usually hang out with but you’re on good terms with people in general

Nobody can deny that you’re an equally talented dancer

You may have a different style from Soonyoung but your dancing is just as captivating as his

While Soonyoung’s style is leaning towards breakdance, you style leans towards contemporary ballet

And it gets pretty heated and entertaining to see you both try out-do each other during the end of year talent shows

For few years in a row, the winner would either be you or Soonyoung

Usually you guys take turns

People are so tired of it tbh

“Just kiss already.”

Your friends like to tease you that your resentment is just internalized crush

But you’re in deniaaallll /guitar rift/

Anyways, you decided early on into the year that you will beat Soonyoung once and for all by winning for the second consecutive year

The story starts in the early morning of your Junior year in high school

So the system in your school was they always pick people randomly to be put into a new class every year

So you can be friends with everyone

And guess what?

You’re in Soonyoung’s class

For the second consecutive year

People were groaning internally because here we go again

Being in the same class with you both was like being in a real-life drama

Because everybody knows you’re childhood rivals

And imagine the tension of sitting behind two people who are always ready to rip each other to shreds

The teacher was aware of this and tired of this s*** so she decided to sit you guys together this year

What was she thinking lmao

You guys might wonder the backstory behind this age-long rivalry

It began once upon a kindergarten

You never really had any beef with Soonyoung

He’s pretty hyper as a kid; got his hair stuck up everywhere and always the one to break it down on the ol’ kindergarten dance floor

Ok dark secret here; but you had a crush on Soonyoung back then bc he reminds you so much of your hamster Cici omggg

You let him steal your sandwich and borrow your color pencil during art as a result of this crush

This crush went on until that time in second grade when your school held Nutcracker

And he totally stole your role as the Nutcracker bc you were sick during the dress rehearsal

By the time you got better the night before the show, they had given the role to Soonyoung

So you got stuck playing a candy cane tragic

IMAGINE THE BETRAYAL

That night marked the day you got your first heartbreak and sworn to make Kwon Soonyoung pay one day

Yeah, you’re a pretty dramatic bitter child and you continue to carry that bitterness up till this day

Anyways

It’s that time of the year again

Tension is in the air, looks shared between people

It’s the annual talent show

People are sharing nervous glances bc when are they finally gonna lose it

And by “they”, they meant you and Soonyoung

When you saw the form pinned on the bulletin board this morning, you never wrote your name faster

But guess what? By lunchtime, Soonyoung already had his name scribbled under yours

It’s officially on

“Watch your back, Kwon.”

“Good luck.”

Funnily, you were both dragged into the principal’s office by the time school’s out

“This year, you won’t be participating” the principal said

“What.”

“People are getting discouraged signing up for the auditions bc they know that in the end, the winner would only be between the both of you. That’s why I decided to remove you both from the competition this year.

“And no, Soonyoung, if you think you’re entitled just because your internet name Hoshi means star, you can find your way out.”

You were about to snicker when she went “Y/N, you will not find it funny when I tell you that you two will work together to create and perform a dance to be showcased during the talentshow. While you’re not participating, you and Soonyoung both

You went 0_0 w hat

“I’m not going to work with them!” both you and Sonyoung said in unison

The teacher was like “lmao get over it kids, it’s 2K17″ and then sauntered off like a bo$$

You realized you didn’t have a choice but to do as she said to be able to perform this year

And you see no point to arguing

So you both begrudgingly agreed to do the collab

At first, you and Soonyoung wouldn’t meet in the middle

You try to find faults in each other’s dancing, to

You ended up trying to sabotage yourselves

Also, you still didn't have the right music to dance with so you and Soonyoung were a complete wreck

Also bc you kept arguing which song to pick smh

It came to a point that one day, Soonyoung went up to Senior!Jihoon

“Hey, can you whip up some swaggy beats for my performance for the talent show?”

“Tell me a reason why I shouldn’t hit you with a guitar right now.”

“I’ll buy you a burger.”

“I can buy a burger.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred burgers.”

“Deal.”

So that’s how Soonyoung had gotten himself the perfect remix for the dance the next Monday

When you listened to it for the first time, you knew, it’s perfect

Because somehow, Jihoon was able to mesh songs to create one that would work perfectly with you and Soonyoung’s style

And so you two began to work

And you couldn’t help but observe Soonyoung as he worked

Because you’ve never seen someone do something so passionately

Soonyoung gave his all in his dance and it’s something everybody can see

Watching Soonyoung work his magic woke up something in you

Funnily, you don’t feel intimidated at all

For once, you embraced the fact that you now work with Soonyoung, not against him

So you ended up enjoying it a bit

So you’re finally done with the last steps of planning the choreography

It’s time for you to test it out for yourselves

So you played the music and danced

And you both had gotten so wrapped up in the music and with each other that when the music ended in a crescendo, you suddenly found yourself tangled in his arms

And you were so close in each others arms and he could see the specks in your eyes and suddenly he could feel his breath hitch

Because Oh no, you’re actually really attractive. How could he not see this?

And all of the sudden, he became hyper aware of how close you both are, his hands on your hips and your warm breaths mingling

It wasn’t until you pulled away that he went woah

Because what was that???

You on the other hand

You tried to play it cool, but inside??

You can’t deny you and Soonyoung have a tension chemistry

But God forbid if your age-old crush was revived

You thought it was the time you spent together that drew you closer

I mean, you meet the guy in class then spend the rest of the afternoon choreographing and dancing with him

You’d expect yourself to be at each other’s throats

But you grew comfortable with his presence???

It’s like you started to care about each other

You never really showed it but it’s there

Like that time it was raining by the time you both finished

You had forgotten to bring your umbrella and he basically forced you to use his instead as he dove right into the rain

(The next day you gave it back to him with a small thank you note slipped inside)

He thought it was cute

And that other time when you noticed he looked rather pale and tired

So when you went to the convenient store near the school on your break, you bought him an extra carton of milk and bread

He looked confused as heck when you gave it to him

“I don’t want you to collapse a week before the show, Kwon.”

You totally didn’t blush

You also noticed the change in Soonyoung’s behavior

When you caught him starring at you in class one day, you were like “What are you looking at, nerd?”

He said “Your hair looks nice today.”

“My hair looks nice everyday, thank.”

And while he didn't say anything in return, you swear you heard him whisper “Yeah it does.”

It’s so confusing bc what’s happening? Why is he suddenly like this? Does he..like me????

And while it’s a nice change from having to bicker everyday, you started to wonder what happened that triggered this change

Bc this is not the standard Soonyoung behavior

Also maybe bc you miss the bickering a little bit

But practice went on like usual

Before you know it, it’s the day of the show

Everyone’s freaking out

And you were too bc this reminded you too much of the first time you performed on stage

The adrenaline and the nervousness coiled in your stomach like a snake strangling its prey

In a way, this does count as your first dance

Your first time dancing with a partner

Your heart skipped a bit when you saw him in the dressing room, made up and dressed in all black

And you stopped in your track bc he looked good

You missed the look he gave you as he scanned you head to toe

He had to stop himself from blushing bc oh my god it’s happening, he’s going to dance with this attractive person

He must’ve sensed your nervousness bc he turned to you

“Hey, don’t sweat it. You’ll do great. I promise.”

Those little words gave you a boost

You can say it’s like his way of saying “good luck”

But who needs luck when you got Kwon Soonyoung amirite

The stage dimmed and it’s just Soonyoung and you and the music

Your body seemed to move on its own, giving up all control to muscle memory and to Soonyoung

You memorized the routine like the back of your hand

Soonyoung’s touches and your eyes teasing, almost sensual, writing a story only the two of you knew

And to say that you wow-ed the audience was an understatement

You bombed the place

You were so in tune with both the song and with each other that what was supposed to be a three-minute dance felt like mere seconds

Before you know it, the song was over, you’re in his arms and you’re both breathing hard

It just felt..fleeting

The show was easily a success

Nobody thought you would work so well together after all those years of rivalry

But it just proves how two great dancers could overcome boundaries if they had enough will

Your friends and family crowded you when the show was over,

They went to congratulate you and tell you how amazing the performance was

But you could only think about Soonyoung

You wanted to thank him for the hard work he’s put into the performance and for all the times he took care of you

You tried to swallow the sinking feeling realizing that it’s over now

You’ll go back to your live before the dance and he’ll go back to his

As the tension was revolved by the time you spent working together on the dance, you knew there was no more reason for you to start something against him

Because you’ve grown so accustomed to him, and him to you

It’s like a routine you couldn’t shake off

It was at that moment that you realized you liked having Soonyoung around

Speaking of Soonyoung

You found him propped up on the edge of the stage, the lights from the projector up in the projector room far ahead in the the auditorium casting white light on him, his silhouette a giant background on the stage

Your silhouette joined his as you plopped down next to him

“What are you doing?” you asked him

“I like sitting along in a theater like this. Makes you feel small.”

“I had fun” you admitted

His lips quirked into a lopsided smile, his bunny teeth showing

“I had fun, too.”

You joined in as you took in the view

How the place seems so vast with the empty red velvet seats

“Hey, Y/N.. about that Nutcracker incident?” Soonyoung started

“What about it?”

“Can I pay you back with a kiss??”

FFFF WOT

And you expected him to suddenly say “SIKE.” and for someone to jump out of the curtains with a camera but it didn’t come

Instead, Soonyoung was looking at you with what seems to be apprehensiveness

And the realization hit you like a truck

Bc he literally just asked you if he could kiss you to make up to all that childhood bitterness

At this point, Soonyoung looked ready to apologize and disappear from the face of the earth but before anything

You dove in like a hawk

You didn’t know what to expect when your lips finally locked but the kiss was chaste, almost shy even

The kiss felt like your dance; brief, fleeting, teasing

But it brought a certain fulfillment in your heart

When you pulled away, Soonyoung’s cheeks were colored red and he couldn’t stop smiling

“Oh. Oh.”

“What??” you feel yourself heat up in embarrassment

“...Can I kiss you again??”

“Oh my god.”

So at the end of that night, Soonyoung walked you home, with your pasts melting off like candy with every step that you take and laughter that you shared

And in the end, the kid who once stole your sandwich and role in that grade school musical ended stealing your heart, too

#hoshi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen imagines #hoshi imagines #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung #seventeen #ITS 2 IN THE MORNING AND I FINALLY FINISHED OMG #I'm going to sleep y'all b ye #i fell asleep on mh laptop and it's 4.27 lol

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Beauty and Beast Gladnis AU - The Dance

Here go more headcanons for the Ignis and the Beast AU, this time regarding that famous dance scene, scribbled more like a fiction of sorts (adding a Read More). Just as a note, I’m agreeing over here with @vinsmoke03 (tagging you so readers know, you don’t have to read this through if you don’t want, buddy) on Prompto’s and Noctis’ roles in this AU. :)

It is Ignis who asked Gladio for that dance, not the other way around.

Ignis, despite being a town boy, behaves as if he belonged to royalty; he’s cousin to the town’s mayor (?), works second hand to him, and hence he moves into the “high society” world (among commoners).

Hence, Ignis knows how to dance. It’s etiquette. Besides, he always liked the shadowy “abandoned” castle in the distance and often fantasized as a kid about how life would be there if it was occupied (poor child had no idea about the magic in there, like the rest of town), so it was usual to find him learning to waltz on his own, holding a teddy bear as dance companion.

Even though it started as a child fantasy, his constant training lead him to really develop formal dancing skills.

During his stay in the castle, and after a couple months in there (already used/befriended to Gladio, just not as intimately), he finds himself missing the dancing; there were not many chances in town (besides the informal parties), and he had been so busy being scared and sassy against Gladio that he hadn’t even thought about his private dancing.

He was cleaning/exploring a room with his furniture friends when the desire of dancing came back. In the room he came across an abandoned harpsichord; destroyed and dirty, Ignis smiled nonetheless and sat down, toying quietly with a few keys. Prompto, the candelabra that’s insisted all the time to follow him around, asks him happily if he knows how to play.

Ignis, however, does not. He recalls that it moved him to see the instrument because it reminded him of dancing.

“Ooooh! You used to dance?”, “In great ball halls?”, “With a lot of noblemen and women?”, “And pretty wide dresses?”.

Ignis laughs at how cute all his furniture friends can be, and a bit at himself, and shakes the head. “In my room, actually. No music. And my companion was a plush toy”.

Noctis, a clock that’s always hanging with Prompto, and who the rest of the furniture behave oddly formal to as if though he was their leader of sorts, laughs at that, “well, I bet you’re at least better than I could ever be, Specs”.

There seemed to be some inside joke Ignis didn’t quite understand, but he let it slip.

“Ignis, you seem excited at the idea of dancing” Iris, a tea pot, says happily. “This room is very big. And there’s no moody beast nearby. Why don’t you dance a little?”

“Without music?”

“You said you danced with no music in your room.”, “Plus, we can all sing something!”

“Hm..there’s just a little question now. Who would be my partner?”

“OH! I WANNA! I WANNA!”, Prompto, of course.

Ignis laughs with his little friend and stands up, both heading to the centre of the room. Ignis reverences and Prompto dumbly follows him, and the rest of the furniture friends that are there start singing lyric-less music.

Except none know any particular song so it’s just a mess of “La la la” choruses as if it was a children party.

Ignis laughs anyway while he dances with Prompto; at first he tried to stay bent down to carefully hold Prompto’s candles (turned off), but Ignis’ to tall and Prompto’s too tiny, so it doesn’t work, and both decide to just dance together one in front of the other.

Ignis does small, too small steps and doesn’t dance properly, because his companion can’t do it like him; so we have an amused Ignis trying not to pressure his companion, a candelabra that’s awkwardly and furiously jumping around.

That’s how Gladio walks in on the scene: a lot of the furniture loudly La la’ing like little children, Talcott, a small tea cup, and Iris jumping on random harspichord keys, Noctis awkwardly moving a bit with a white feathered duster, Luna, as if trying hard to dance properly but dealing with a limping leg, and Ignis trying to dance with a candelabra that’s desperately jumping side to side.

Gladio, much more self controlled after a few months with Ignis, decides to just let them be: he’s keeping the guy prisoner, the less he can do is let him have fun, and seen (from Gladio’s perspective only, tbh) as Ignis apparently has no enjoyment in Gladio’s pressence, the latter decides to leave him alone with his friends for once.

That night, Ignis is dragged to a room he had not been to before by his friends, and, excitedly and not stopping to jump (they behave like kids at times, but that’s just because Ignis is so open and kind with/to them, and they hadn’t had this much fun since long ago), they show him some of the royal parties clothes abandoned in there.

Ignis finds himself asking permission to see through them, and he finds this particular suit that catches his eye: yellowish golden on top, both the shirt and the overcoat, with darker decoration, white formal pants, and golden-brown boots.

Truth be told, he prefers black or blue colors, but the suit he just found is a fine piece of art and he can’t stop staring.

He won’t try it on no matter how much Iris, Talcott and the rest insist: “what if they belonged to a king or a prince?”

“Nah man. The prince is too tiny to fit in there”

“What do you mean is?” Ignis is questioning, but Prompto’s too busy containing his laughter and Noctis is busy glaring at him and staring away as if embarrassed at some inside joke Ignis doesn’t get again. Iris has to save the day with some “He meant he imagines the prince must have been small” sort of excuse. Ignis still has no idea he’s treating with royalty, poor guy, bless him.

To clarify, Noctis is still prince: the reason he’s a furniture piece and Gladio became the beast is because when that evil red haired wizard dressed in second-hand coats attacked, Gladio, sworn shield of the prince, stood in between to stop the spell: it broke through his shield, but it didn’t get past Gladio, who receives Noctis’ spell while Noctis received the one that affected the rest of the people in there (along Prompto, his non royalty friend who had been there by Noct’s own invitation to the party that was being held).

It’s Iris who gives Ignis the idea of asking Gladio for a dance.

Iris hasn’t told Ignis she’s Gladio’s sister, and has taken the role of adviser for poor Ignis; has heard him ramble about Gladio and his behavior since “I’m actually terrified; I act like I’m not and chide him, but I feel like I’m about to pass out everytime he gets close” to “He’s the biggest jerk I have ever known, ohmygod, how do you stand him?” and all the way towards “He read to me today without stuttering. Iris, I think it’s not that he forgot to read; I think he was nervous. Why do you think he could be nervous? Why would he lie? He’s actually a bit shy, isn’t he? He seems to be sort of scared at times. I shouldn’t be as rude as I sometimes am, should I?”

She insisted on Ignis to wear the suit, and lead the conversation to telling him that he could wear it if there was a proper dance. Ignis recalled on how there wasn’t another human for a “proper dance”, and Iris reminded him that while there was not a human, there was at least one creature more with a proper two legs.

It took Ignis three days of not knowing what kind of reaction he could get, until he just asked at dinner with Gladio once, immediately after both laughed at the awkward of Gladio accidentally pouring a little soup on himself.

They were not even done laughing when Ignis was already staring down, smiling and a bit flustered, and just hurried it; “Gladio, would you dance with me?”

Ignis had to repeat it; Gladio heard but he was sure his brain was tricking him, so he asked for Ignis to repeat. Ignis didn’t dare look at him at all and his fingers fidgeted a bit with his spoon as he spoke again, “I would like to dance with you. I mean...you don’t have to if you don’t want. I just...the other day I...well, it was something silly, but it reminded me of dancing, and I found out I miss it a little. What do you say we...dance, sometime? It’s a dumb request, I know, but...”

Gladio’s mentally screeching loudly because 1. his crush is asking him to dance 2. Ignis is not being rude or sassy and is actually acting shy whatdoesthatmean omg does he like me back, and 3. OF COURSE I WANNA DANCE WITH YOU IGGY BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO.

So there’s a heavy awkward silence before Gladio tells him he would love it, but he has honestly no idea how to dance; he danced when... (he silenced himself for a moment) “years ago” he corrected, but now he most surely had no idea how to.

Gladio had no route of escape when Ignis told him he didn’t have to know; they weren’t dancing for anybody, and nobody was watching, and nobody judged, it would be just for fun.

Omg how do I say no, he’s so adorable agh fuck you Iggy you’re too cute (of course, he just thinks this).

So all the furniture pieces go all excited that night (they ship Gladnis so badly) and help them both get dressed and prepared.

They enjoy some book reading, dinner, and then the dancing. Everyone tried to give them privacy, but tbh they all were getting sneak peeks from different spots.

Gladio was already feeling very nervous; he used to dance when he was a human, but it’s been to long, and besides he has never tried with the beast paws instead, and he cares too deeply about Ignis’ sight of him and fears to leave a bad impression.

Things only got worse when he saw Ignis in the golden and white attire.

Gladio knew Ignis made him weak, but he didn’t imagine he could make him this weak. Seeing Ignis, his muscular beast legs suddenly feel like they belong to a baby deer learning to walk.

Ignis smiles at him and, when they’re in front of each other, he adjustes Gladio’s tie (he has some mania for perfection).

“I hope you don’t mind, but...I found this suit and...”

“Keep it. Keep it. You look...” Gladio has to stop here and look away; he’s not sure if it’s noticeable what with his face covered in furr, but he feels he’s blushing so much he could light up a whole castle. “...you look...”

Ignis laughs when Gladio can’t find or manage to spit out the word. “I’m flattered. So do you.”

Gladio can only smile at him and offer his hand so they can go downstairs to the hall.

Once there, they reverence to each other, and the living music instruments start playing a soft, quiet and pretty waltz. Ignis sighs and smiles: damn he loves waltzes.

Gladio seems like he’s going to have a heart attack out of panic, so Ignis softly takes one of his paws.

“Worry not, and just follow. I’ll lead.”

Gladio relaxes a bit at the way Ignis’ being so soft with him. He’s also thankful that Ignis, despite being shorter, smaller and more slender, decides to take the lead: anyone else would have had Gladio take it as if it was obvious and his duty, but Ignis knows Gladio doesn’t know how to dance and is scared of messing up, so he doesn’t mind leading.

Ignis guides Gladio’s paw to his waist: for a moment Gladio’s hand twitches as if, in a reflex rather than a literal thought, he found it wrong to touch Ignis with no previous verbal permission, but Ignis softly presses that paw to his waist; Gladio’s hand is so big he can round it.

Ignis doesn’t notice himself, but he didn’t feel a single itch of fear when the paw, claws included, laid on him.

Ignis softly places his hand on Gladio’s shoulder, and asks for the other hand to take his own. Gladio, still a bit scared, moves the other paw up and Ignis gives him his hand on his free will.

Gladio gets more scared again when only then does he notice (or re-notices) just how small Ignis feels in comparison; that hand is so tiny, omg, what if I accidentally break it.

He, however, calms a bit again when he looks down and Ignis is looking straight into his eyes with a softness Gladio didn’t know possible in the man that’s gone months sassing him around.

Then he gets scared again when Ignis quietly counts two times three as a warning to start dancing.

It’s not the romantic Disney dancing: Gladio really can’t dance in this state.

He’s too tough and big, and he’s standing too close to Ignis.

Gladio steps on Ignis more than 30 times all over the while.

Ignis, curiously, does not mind.

There’s no romantic gazing into each other’s eyes: both are awkwardly staring down at their feet to see how they’re doing.

Ignis teaches him slowly: now I’m moving my right foot, so you move your left one back...yes, precisely, and then you come back and- hmph! No, no, it’s okay. Like that. And then we repeat. Slow. One...two...three. One...tw-ow. It’s okay, it’s okay. Two...three. Yes, you’re improving. See?

They don’t notice as time goes, but they spend 2 hours learning and figuring out how not to step on each other.

They don’t notice because they really don’t see the awkward, they are too into it, having so much fun without noticing, that they really don’t see they look stupid.

After those two hours, Luna goes wake Iris, Prompto and Talcott up; “I think they’re dancing now, as in, for real”.

I don’t play the game in english, but I see you all love his voice actor and that he’s actually good at singing so:

How about Prompto singing to their waltz?

Ignis asks Gladio if he’s prepared and if he wants to try now. Motivated and calm after spending so much of a long while with the most patient man of the world in his arms, Gladio, confident, happily nods.

They do dance this time. There’s a bit of stumbling every now and then, and only a few steps on each other, but it’s mostly a proper dance.

“Tale as old as time...” Robbie Daymond’s voice.

By the end of the waltz, Gladio loses the tempo and both awkwardly move out of it. A few seconds into the mess, however, Gladio goes ‘Ugh’ and picks Ignis up the ground bridal-style without warning him.

For the first time since he’s there, Ignis yelps out and he’s suddenly laughing a lot being picked up, and his instinct is to hug Gladio by the neck not to fall, and Gladio, not caring about formalities, starts spinning him around.

Ignis is laughing so much, he’s never laughed like that even before arriving to the castle.

Gladio eventually stops, but doesn’t put him down. Ignis, hair messed and glasses barely hanging from ears and resting under the tip of his nose, is still hugging him and laughing, just quieter now, eyes closed.

Gladio liked the sight of him when he was formally dressed in immaculate clothing and the hair perfectly done...but he loves the sight of him like this better, because the messed hair, clothes and glasses are not there, there’s just his smile, which Gladio hadn’t seen as wide before, and he’s in the realization that he just loves it so much.

Eventually he puts Ignis down, and Gladio can’t take his eyes off him, despite Ignis apologizing for “I’ve messed up my clothes and hair”. And Gladio just thinks that if only Ignis knew that just like that, messed up, he looks so good...

Against all odds, Ignis actually reaches close to hug him, smiling, eyes closed and the side of his head resting on Gladio’s chest.

“Thank you, Gladio. I’ve never had this much fun before.”

Gladio is unable to answer: this that he feels in his chest, this that he feels all over his head, tummy and chest, this is not “a crush” on Ignis. This thing that he feels is way beyond that. But he doesn’t dare say it.

“Did you enjoy, Gladio?”

Gladio still needs of some moments to snap out of the shock, and he’s asked again before he can reply.

“Far more than I thought, Iggy. Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, it would have never crossed my mind to do this kind of things.”

Ignis smiles at him, and once his excitement and adrenaline (things that let him into the previous laughing and hugging; without them he most surely would not have done it) cool down, he takes a step back, clears his throat, and reverences again.

He doesn’t Disney-ruin it immediately afterwards that night: he still stays there, no major troubles interrupt.

Both leave to and stay in their respective rooms; Gladio, usually ripping his clothes off in anger when he can’t take them off like a person, undresses himself calmly that night without the furniture help.

It’s a quiet night, in which Ignis sleeps 100% peacefully for the first time since his arrival, and in which Gladio can’t sleep at all.

Gladio’s in the realization that he’s not just crushing on the guy.

I’m in love with him.

Dear, my head went all blank, so this is all I’m coming up with for now, haha.

Enjoy your Gladnis fluff, aissdfj, I love this AU.

#i love them headcanons #fluffy headcanons #have your spam of fluff #gimme mah fluff #gladnis #gladnis au #beauty and the beast au #final fantasy xv #ffxv #gladnis beauty and the beast #ignis #gladio #ffxv ships #headcanons #fluff #ignis x gladio #gladio x ignis

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