#i didn’t have any ideas for what to do for so long and then karaoke hit me like a truck

[viatrix-glow]

happy birthday to our favorite sopping wet guy

[gucciwins]

Y/N just wants Harry to like her.

Word count: 5964

A/N: Friends!!!!! I am sorry to have disappeared but I am back. Yes, I am aware this is a Halloween/October story but you're getting it now mid November (that has been going by fast). I won't work on any holiday stories because I have no idea what to write. So if you have an idea and want me to write it feel free to shoot me an ask.

Now happy reading! I love you

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Many people go to work ready to return home, but not Y/N. No, she walks in every day with a smile and a pep in her step. She greets her coworkers by name and occasionally brings baked goods she knows everyone will enjoy. Y/N loves her job, and she’s happy to go every day.

Y/N went from working in a job she hated because it was filled with men constantly belittling her and gaslighting her that she was doing her job wrong when she was actually excelling. It all got to be too much, and Y/N decided to quit. Thank goodness she did because soon into her job search, she received an email from Carla Crain asking her if she’d be interested in joining her company. Y/N went to the interview, and after basically being pitched her dream job, she accepted and entered as head engineer. 

She’d be lying if she wasn’t nervous starting, but the people Carla had hired all shared the same values on work and life. Y/N knew she’d be in safe hands. The company is small but slowly growing. It allows for every employee to get to know each other and everyone to remember that together, they can be successful. Y/N had been at the job for two years and, with time, brought new coworkers. 

There is Estrella, who loves to talk to you about astrology, ironically enough. She states that the invisible string theory is real and that if everyone tracked it, they would notice just how small the world is. 

Carmy has a tough exterior, but once anyone gets him talking, he never stops. He loves chatting about his family and his pet Pitbull named Daisy. 

Maeve is petite, and every other month comes in with a new color in their hair. Y/N enjoys it when everyone in the office places bets on what it will be. 

Tatum is from Scotland and loves to remind everyone when they all go out for drinks on the weekend. 

Chessy is the only one who works remotely, but when she comes in, she is always laughing in the office. They also all get a basket of fresh fruit and vegetables from her garden. 

Overall, Y/N knows she had the best coworkers and wouldn’t change her job for the world, but as their company grows, so does the need in their team. The newest hire is Harry Styles, who has come in as a computer technician to help develop their website and also help with any internal security. Honestly, all she knew was that it was a complex job. 

Harry was on the quiet side. She tried to start conversations with him, but he always seemed to brush her off. At first, Y/N wondered if she should take it personally but soon learned he did that to everyone. Even though he didn’t open up to them, they still invited Harry to join them. 

The thing was, he rejected all their dinners. Y/N loved going to a Korean BBQ Maeve introduced them to, and Harry claimed not to eat meat (not that she didn’t think it wasn’t true. Chessy was vegetarian, after all.) They would go to a bar and share a few drinks when they knew they would all be having a long weekend off. Harry always claimed he had an early morning. It didn't matter if they offered to meet earlier. Y/N’s favorite nights were trivia nights that happened at a local brewery. Y/N was a beat, especially in history. Harry declined, and this one hurt her the most.

 Everyone would ask Harry to join. 

Karaoke. Can’t hold a tune.

Bowling. Too loud. 

It seems there was an excuse for everything.

Everyone began to stop inviting him out, and while Y/N didn’t enjoy being told no, she would send notes to the office with the time and place of what they would be doing. She’d always keep an eye on the door, but Y/N went home disappointed each time.

The thing was, Y/N was determined to make a friend out of Harry. She soon learned large public settings must be overwhelming for him and decided to find a new way to approach him. Everyone took lunch at the same time in the office except for Harry. Sometimes, they all ate at the sub shop across the street. Most times, Y/N brought food from home, and she cooked. While she liked eating out, Y/N preferred a home-cooked meal. She caught Harry taking his lunch half an hour later than her and used that to her advantage. 

They had a conference that always remained empty as everyone preferred the main lounge. Harry went in there every day for his lunch hour. One day, Y/N walks in, smiles at him, and sits as far away as she can. She made sure to only be there for ten minutes. The next day, she stayed for twenty and wished him a nice lunch when she left.  

Slowly, Harry begins to spare her glances, but Y/N keeps to herself until the day she sits across from him. 

“Hi, Harry. Is it okay for me to sit here?” 

No answer. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” 

He fidgets with his fork. 

“I saw a lime bike out front. Did you ride that today?” 

Harry looks at her briefly before staring back at his plate. 

“I’ve always wanted to try one, but I’m honestly scared of being hit by a car. Chessy lets me ride hers when I go down to visit her. She’s got beautiful trails. You’d probably enjoy it.” 

Y/N thinks that’s enough for today and excuses herself. She doesn’t realize Harry noticed she didn’t take a bite of her lunch. When she goes back to her desk after using the restroom, she finds three chocolate chip cookies sitting on her desk. Y/N rushes to try one, doesn’t even think of who delivered them or that a green-eyed man was standing right outside waiting to hear her reaction. 

With time, it seems Harry is coming to appreciate Y/N’s presence. He has never expressed it, but she knows because he nods when he agrees to something she says or tightens the hold on his fork when Y/N shares something upsetting. Y/N had not gotten more than two words out of him. At this point, Y/N felt like Harry knew everything about her; all she knew was that he had the most beautiful eyes, and his hair always looked soft. 

One day, after many lunches together, she finds Harry reading a book. Y/N knows he might want quiet, but her curiosity gets the best of her. 

“Any good?”

Harry looks up and grimaces. “Think it’s really boring.” 

Y/N laughs because she wasn’t expecting that response. “Then put it down.” 

He shakes his head. “Don’t like not knowing the ending.”

Y/N shrugs, “if you don’t like a book, I wouldn’t put myself through the torture of it all. Skip to the end if you're curious.” She understands she spoke too much and excuses herself. 

The next day, Harry is sitting in his usual spot, but this time, a new book is in his hand. Y/N bites back a smile. 

“What’s this one about?”

“My sister recommended it,” he defends. 

Y/N isn’t halted by his harsh tone. “What’s it about?” 

“Well, it’s Pride and Prejudice.” He shows her the book cover. 

“Like the movie?” Y/N asks.

Harry laughs, and Y/N feels successful. His laughter rings in her ears. It’s a lovely sound, and she wishes to hear it more. “Yeah…I like the movie.” 

“Me too,” she gushes. “Do you think I’d like the book?”

He frowns, “if you like Jane Austen.” 

“Might have to pick it up next time I’m in the shops.”

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Their interactions are solely during their lunches but sometimes spills out during work. Y/N seemed to have an issue with her computer and radioed IT. She needed to submit her document, but her desktop appeared to freeze whenever she opened a new file. Harry knocked on her door, and she welcomed him in. Y/N explained the issue, and Harry was quick to get to work. It was only a few minutes when she noticed that her document was open and her computer wasn’t having a meltdown.

“Thank you so much, Harry!” Y/N cheers, knowing he saved her. 

Harry shrugs because it’s his job. “You have a nice photo.” He’s pointing to her picture frame on her desk. It’s a picture of her and a dog in Iceland at the end of her hike. It was taken back when she was nineteen years old. 

“Thank you. I took that on my first solo trip.” She bites her lip, hoping Harry takes the bait. 

“Where to?” He asks curiously. 

She silently cheers, “Iceland.”

“Is that your dog?” 

“I actually found him mid-hike and took him back with me. I hoped to see his owner on the trail, but there was no luck. He didn’t even seem worried. Once I returned to the car park, his owner was there. After that hike, I decided I liked the company of a dog and returned home to adopt Tutter, a Jack Russel Terrier who loves to play fetch.”

“Why isn’t Tutter on your desk?” 

Y/N feels her face flush, “now, don’t be mean. I love my son, but that trip taught me I can do anything I set my mind to, whether alone or with company.”

Harry gives her the slightest smile. “I-I learned Italian because I always dreamed of having an Italian home.”

Y/N’s eyes brighten. Harry is opening up to her, and instead of pushing, she offers more of herself. “I’ve dreamed of visiting. The Amalfi coast is my dream to swim in. Silly, I know,” she brushes off, trying to downplay her excitement. 

Harry doesn’t let her. “You’ll make it.”

He finally excuses himself. Y/N is happy for the rest of the day because she realizes Harry is allowing her in.

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September means the preparations for Halloween have begun. It starts with little things, from coasters and mugs to the occasional treat. One day, a tiny spider sits on his desk for a second. Harry believed it was real until it began to glow purple. Harry kept it on his desk next to his sticky notes. He doesn't do anything about it; there’s no need. By the second week, the office is entirely decorated. Harry admits a few decorations have scared him, especially the skeleton in the corner of the restroom.

It’s a quiet day when he’s walking by the break room on his way to the secluded office to have lunch when he hears people talking. Harry pauses because he hears Y/N’s voice mixed in with everyone else. 

“But it seems like he doesn’t like us,” Harry hears quietly. 

“It’s hard,” Y/N defends. “You’re all extroverts. It can be overwhelming.” 

Harry knows she’s trying for them to understand.

“But Carla is all about unity in the office. This is a concern.”

“It’s not, Carmy.” Y/N shuts him down, clearly upset she had to defend him.

Harry decides he’s heard enough and decides to eat lunch alone in his car. He’s thankful it was a sandwich and nothing he had to heat up. For the entire lunch and the rest of the day, all he thinks about are the words of his coworkers. 

Y/N looked for Harry, excited to talk about a book she started, but Harry was nowhere to be found. She wouldn’t have been concerned, but it’s clear no one saw him since before lunch. She wishes Harry could confide in her even if a fraction of what she shares with him/ 

The next day, everyone walks into the office at their usual time, everyone making their rounds together to the break room to prepare their coffees and store their lunch in the fridge. When Y/N walks in, she sees her coworkers huddled around the table and peeks around them to see what has captured their attention. There on the table is a box of Halloween cookies from a bakery uptown with a note attached. 

Enjoy - HS

Y/N lets a smile take over her face. She knew Harry cared about them but understood why he finally did something. She tells her coworkers they owe him an apology, and they all agree. Y/N makes sure to head to Harry’s office and thank him for the cookies. Harry tells her it’s nothing. She bounces away to her office, where Estrella, Carmy, Maeve, and Tatum are standing outside her door. 

“Can you come with us? Feel like he likes you.” Tatum tells her. 

Y/N sighs and tells them to follow her. Once again, she knocks on his door, and they all file in when he welcomes her in. Harry looks at them confused. 

“Uh, is there an issue?” Harry asks, concerned. 

Carmy starts, “we want to apologize if you overheard us yesterday.” 

“Right,” Harry sighs, knowing it might be a good time to share with them. If he trusted Y/N and she trusted them, he knew he could also start to. 

“It was wrong of us,” Maeve continues. “Y/N raves about how smart and nice you are, but we don’t get to see that. We’re sorry.” 

Everyone else repeats the sentiment while Harry looks at Y/N, who offers him an encouraging smile. She must know his anxiety is through the roof. 

Harry takes a deep breath, “right, uh.” He looks down at his shoes, untied lace on his black Adidas. “I struggle with social anxiety and new environments. It’s better than when I was a kid, but it’s easy to get overwhelmed even more when being the new guy.” 

“No worries. We get that,” Tatum expresses. “Estrella gets bad migraines.” 

“Don’t air other people’s personal stuff,” Y/N reminds them. 

“We’re sorry,” they offered one last time. “Thanks for the cookies.” 

After that, they hurried out while Y/N stayed behind. 

“I wanted to apologize,” he begins.

“You don’t–” Harry cuts her off. “You’ve made me feel comfortable.”

Y/N sighs, letting her shoulders drop. “Not enough, it seems.” 

“It can just be too much sometimes.”

“I-I get panic attacks.” Y/N shares, surprising herself. “When I overwhelm myself, it can happen. It’s uncommon and has not happened at work, but I understand.” 

“Thank you for sharing,” Harry tells her honestly. “Lunch?” 

“See you in a bit then.”

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Through September, Y/N and Harry have lunch together every day. They read together, Harry more into classic literature, and Y/N loving to devour a juicy romance that has her pausing every few minutes, trying her best not to scream because the love interest brushed hands. Some days, Y/N will do a sudoku game while Harry does the daily crossword. Y/N likes to solve the Wordle of the day and most times asks Harry for help if she fears she might not get it. Some days, Y/N brings in her laptop during lunch because she is behind and needs to catch up. Harry reminds her to relax. He knows it’s easier said than done, so he tells her about the book he’s reading or asks about her dog and the snacks he eats. 

Before she knows if they’ve made it to October. One of the best months of the year. Y/N loves planning events, and this is one she wishes Harry would say yes to. She knocks on his office door, and Harry freezes, staring at his computer screen. He glances at the calendar; it's the first Monday of the month, and Harry knows they’ve planned a fun event. 

Harry is practicing his excuse when Y/N walks in with a bright smile, wearing a “Great Pumpkin” shirt with Snoopy and Charlie Brown. She has told him it’s her favorite movie to watch during the month and “The Conjuring” Harry wasn’t sure how the sweetest girl he knew could handle a horror film like that. He had told her she was fearless.

“Hi, Y/N, pretty shirt.” 

Y/N looks down at it as if she had forgotten what she was wearing. She beams at his compliment. “Thank you, Harry!” 

Harry asks how her day is going and shares how there was traffic on the way down and how she didn’t have time to stop by her favorite coffee shop because there was a line out the door. “Pumpkin spice isn’t even that good, H. I mean, it’s okay, but I wanted my coffee.”

He laughs at her pouting and promises to make her one during lunch. She perks up at his mention of their shared time together. 

“Speaking of our time together. We plan to go to a haunted pumpkin patch in the next town over if you want to join us. It’s two weeks from now, so it's the 21st.” Harry could hear the excitement in her voice and didn’t think he could say no to her.

“Everyone is going?”

“We invited everyone, but only Carmy, Estella, Maeve, Tatum, and myself are going. Carla was not for it. Dan is warming up to us but still says no. Though he did agree for trivia next week.”

Before he can stop himself, he says, “yes.”

“You will?” Y/N answers surprised. 

“Mhm…uh, it sounds like fun,” he says unconvincingly.

Y/N’s smile brightens, “I’m not hung on haunts, but they’ve got amazing apple cider you’ve got to try with me.” 

“Happy to join,” he tells her honestly. “Let me know the ticket cost or if we need to purchase our own.”

She nods eagerly. It’s clear Harry has just made her day. 

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The day comes faster than he’s ready, and while a part of him is excited, Harry feels his nerves will get the best of him. Y/N had told them no one was dressing up in costume and even went as far as to send him a photo of her outfit to assure him she wasn’t playing a joke with him. She was wearing bell bottoms with a Mickey Mouse in a pumpkin shirt. She told him it was his favorite to wear each year. 

Harry knew it would be cold, so he wore a simple Halloween shirt in his closet and loose-fitting jeans. His jacket in his car he knew would keep him warm throughout the night. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone (only Y/N) but also wanted to look nice outside of the office for once. When Harry parked, Y/N told him she’d wait by the entrance for him, and he couldn’t miss her as she had a cute pumpkin headband on.

It seemed Y/N spotted him, too, because she rushed towards him. “Hi, Harry,” she greeted with a cheery smile.

“Hi, you look lovely,” he offered her a small compliment that made his hands sweat.

“You’re too sweet. Come on, we were waiting on you.” She grabs his hand and pulls him along to where everyone else is. 

Everyone offers their greeting, and he receives a few compliments on his tame outfit. It’s an old Halloween shirt he got at a vintage shop in New Orleans five years ago. His sister went on a trip and asked him to join. Harry could never say no to her. 

Harry notices everyone begins to drift off into conversations, but Y/N stays by his side. He takes the time to admire her as she looks around at all the decorations. There are a lot of people, but it seems they are heading to the pumpkin patch. There are stalls selling sweet treats, and he keeps in mind to buy Y/N a cider, remembering she mentioned loving it. Harry has always thought being in a relationship to be intimidating. He loves love but struggles to put himself out there, to allow someone else to get to know him, but here is Y/N, who managed to worm her way into his life, knocking down all of his walls. 

Harry likes Y/N.

It’s something he took a long time to figure out, but when he realized the excitement of seeing her each morning, he looked forward to it. He let it consume him, but he had no idea if she could feel the same way. 

“Did you drive here, Harry?” Y/N asks, breaking their silence. 

“I did,” he answers. 

“Do you think you could maybe take me home?” She brushes her hair out of her face. “I came with Tatum, but she’s been wanting to take the time to connect with Estella, if you know what I mean,” Y/N gestures to them kissing on hay bales. 

Harry had no idea that there were feelings between them. “I can do that, Y/N.” 

“Great!” She cheers gratefully. “I owe you an apple cider, then.” 

Y/N eagerly walks them to the stand, and before she can pay for both, Harry slips the kind older lady a twenty walking away with their drinks. Y/N stays behind, shocked, but quickly catches up, pouting at Harry. “Harry, I was going to pay.”

He shook his head, “my mum would have my head if I let you pay.”

Y/N bends her head, careful to take a sip of the warm drink. “Well, thank you.”

Maeve bounces over to them. “Hi beauties, we’re ready to start if you all are.” 

Harry eyes Y/N, waiting to see her response. Y/N offers her friend a large grin, and Harry agrees he’s ready. He throws away their ups, and once he finds Y/N with the group, he slithers to stand behind her. Y/N offers him a tense smile as the group tries to decide who will lead. 

“I can go in front,” Harry offers, sensing no one wanting to make the first move. Everyone thanks him and heads to the first maze. Y/N informs him it’s once based on the catacombs in France. 

“There’s a movie based on the catacombs,” Y/N shares as they walk together.

“As Above So Below,” Harry says. “It spooked me.” 

“You’ve seen it,” she laughs, holding onto his arm for a second, unable to contain her excitement. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“It’s a good one,” he agrees. 

They fall into silence as the chatter of their coworker fills the air. Harry sees Y/N get fidgety, but she’s smiling as she leads the way to the short line. “I’m actually really nervous,” she tells Harry. 

“We’ll be fine. I got you,” he assures Y/N.

Harry extends his hand, and she accepts it. He intertwines their fingers and pulls her along as the line moves slowly. Y/N does her best not to think about the feeling of his hand, but it fits perfectly between hers. She feels her hand begin to sweat and wants to pull it away, but Harry has a firm grip on her. 

“Is it okay?” Harry nods, gesturing to their hands. 

“Safe, uh, I feel safe.”

The worker asks how many, and Y/N peeks behind Harry to tell her six. Harry is grateful Y/N knows when to take charge because while he can lead a scary maze and knows everyone is dressed in costumes, he still feels nervous speaking to strangers. Harry squeezes her hand once in thanks. She gives him two quick squeezes in return.

Harry guides them in. Y/N lets go of his hand to hide behind Harry, her hands on his shoulder as she peeks behind him. There is a group ahead where she can hear the people in front screaming, which allows her to prepare for the scare, if that is even possible. 

Her eyes widen in amazement as she takes in the darkness of the building. Everything is covered in black cloth. She can see the spots where actors will jump out. Y/N mumbles an apology to Harry for holding on to him tight. Estella is behind her, screaming at everything that moves. Harry steps through the curtain, and she feels her hold on him loosen. As she is stepping closer to reach him, a man screams in her face, making her rush forward and propel Harry into a wall. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” Y/N apologized repeatedly as Harry rushed them to finish the maze. She felt her heartbeat in her throat and knew she needed to calm down. One look at Harry, and he rushed her to a dark corner, not concerned about their friends. 

“Y/N? I’m okay. You’re okay.” Harry tried assuring her.

She repeated it in her head. They were okay. They got out of the dumb maze, and Harry wasn’t hurt. It took her a few minutes to realize she had a panic attack. Y/N had not even felt it coming and didn’t think a haunted house would trip her into one, but with all the overthinking she had been doing, it made sense it led to this.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Y/N bashfully looks away from him. She can’t believe she embarrassed herself in front of him like this. 

“No apologies,” he brushes her off and doesn’t ask her any questions, only to ensure she is okay. 

They rejoin the group after ten minutes by the looks of everyone's sympathetic smiles. She knows they saw her freak out, but they’re her friends. She knows she’s in safe hands with everyone, especially Harry.

“What’s the next maze?” Y/N asks cheerfully. 

And so they continue on. 

The next maze is much smoother than the first. Carmy leads, tucking Harry and Y/N in the middle with Tatum and Estella in the back. That order seems to comfort Y/N for the next few mazes. Each worker makes her scream but then falls into giggles when Harry traces comforting shapes on her hand. It takes her mind off these scarers trying to get her to scream and instead focus on the gentle touches of her crush. 

While doing the mazes is fun, Y/N is soaking up talking to Harry in line. They’re in a new environment where they do not need to discuss work. She feels free to ask him anything, but sometimes she is unsure where to start. Y/N doesn’t know if she wants to hear about his weekend plans or ask him about his favorite movie or who his favorite Muppet character is? 

Talking to Maeve and everyone else is easy because she’s gone out with them. She knows them personally, but with Harry, he always kept that guard up, and now she’s unsure what to do if he decides to keep it up. 

To her surprise, Harry always starts the conversation with her. Harry shares about a new show he started watching and how it makes him anxious for the main character when they do something out of character. When he asks Y/N if there is a show she recommends, her mind goes blank, and the first thing that comes to mind is “Fleabag.” 

“It’s the saddest but most comforting show I have ever seen,” Y/N gushes. 

“With Phoebe Waller-Bridge?” 

“Mhmm…the second season has Andrew Scott. Irish treasure.” 

“Paul Mescal,” he adds. 

“Hozier.” 

“Saoirse Ronan,” they say in unison before falling into fits of giggles. 

“You’ve got taste, Styles.” 

“As do you.” 

The line moves, and they change conversations to talk about the best musicals they’ve seen. Y/N swears “Waitress” is the best thing created, but Harry tells her “Moulin Rouge” is his favorite. Y/N loves how easily the conversation with Harry seems to flow. He feels like a long-lost friend. Someone who once was in her life has now found his way back to her. 

Not only is he getting along with her, but everyone is getting to see the Harry she had come to know. The one who makes cheesy jokes and loves to hear every detail of the story being told. It turns out he and Maeve frequent the same record store. There’s a Stevie Nicks vinyl Harry is on the hunt for, and Maeve promised to keep an eye out for him. Tatum learns Harry can play guitar and asks him to show them sometime. Something he agreed to with pink cheeks. Y/N knew tonight was a big step for Harry, and she was glad everyone made him feel comfortable.

As the night was coming to an end, the maze lines got shorter, and the more Y/N screamed. It made her laugh right after, but still not her favorite part of the night. Before the cold can settle in, they all call it a midnight night. Tatum and Estella head out hand in hand. Y/N can’t wait for the details of that on Monday. Carmy is telling Harry a story, so Maeve uses the opportunity to remind Y/N to make a move.

“It’s now or never, girlfriend.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, “please don’t pressure me on this.” 

“Y/N that man is, head over heels for you. If I was antisocial this is not an event I would ever do. Unless someone I fancied asked.” 

Y/N toes her food in the sand and, in a low voice, asks, “do you really think he likes me?” 

Maeve smiles, brushing Y/N’s hair out of her eyes. “That man lit up every time your eyes were on him. I don’t know Harry as well as you do, but I can notice a guy with a crush from miles away. Trust me on this.” 

Y/N backs down, relaxing, “okay.” 

“Good. Now text me when you get home. Carmy’s got me.” Maeve gives her a tight hug and then pulls Carmy away from Harry. 

He walks over to her with a shy smile on his face. “Have a good time?” 

“The best,” she tells him. “Though I might need another apple cider. Think my heart needs it.”

“By all means, lead the way.” 

After getting one last warm apple cider, they reach Harry’s car. It’s an electric car because he’s conscious of his environmental impact and knows one person can go a long way into the future. Harry opens Y/N’s car door and waits until he sees her seated and buckled to close her door. As he gets ready to drive off, he turns on the heater, knowing if he’s cold, Y/N must be too. 

The car ride starts off quietly, Y/N guiding him every so often when to make a turn. Y/N sees her favorite coffee shop and knows she is almost home. “That was fun,” Harry starts. “I’m happy I went.” 

“Mhmm…it was a good time. Glad you joined us,” she tells him honestly. 

Harry notices at a red light that she’s fidgeting with her hands and thinks he might still be cold. “Do you need me to turn up the heater?” 

Y/N shakes her head, “no, sorry, I’m fine.” 

Harry drives down a few more streets when Y/N tells him to turn left. “It’s the third one on the right.” 

He parks right outside her driveway. From here, he can see her decorations hung up. It’s decorated charmingly. It’s clear no scaring would happen here. She’s got two pumpkins outside her door. One has stars carved all around; the other is a cat on a witch’s broom. Bat lights are hanging up the railing of the steps. She even has a few inflatables. His favorite has to be the one of Mickey Mouse as a vampire.

“Thank you for driving me home. I appreciated it.” She smiles at him, and he returns it. Harry gets out of the car and opens her door. 

“Let me walk you up.” 

Y/N feels her cheeks burn and leads the way. 

“We’re planning trivia soon,” Y/N says, testing the waters. 

“Hmm…only if you’re on my team.” 

“We would all be on the same team,” his flirting going over her head.

Harry’s face turns pink, “uh, right.” 

She laughs, placing her hand on his bicep. “Only joking.”

Y/N pulls him in, whispering good night, except when she pulls away, she locks eyes with his emerald eyes, and it’s like she’s in a trance. She feels herself leaning in closer, and before she knows it, Y/N presses her lips to Harry in an airy kiss.

She pulls back, shocked. “Sorry,” she breathed out. “I-I should have asked.” 

“Ask me,” he pleads. 

“What?” Y/N isn’t sure if she heard him correctly. 

Harry doesn’t care anymore. He raises his hand to rest on her cheeks. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?” 

She feels how close he is. She can feel his breath mixing with hers. “Yes.” 

When their lips meet, Y/N swears she feels time stop. Harry is starting slow as he begins to learn what she likes.  Y/N places a hand on his chest, needing to have a secure hold as she feels him take her breath away. Her emotions are all over the place. His lips are smooth as they move against hers in a dance that feels like they’ve done a hundred times before. Harry deepens the kiss, pushing her up against the door, making Y/N grab a fistful of his shirt, not wanting him to pull away. Y/N lets herself get wrapped up in all her feelings because she knows that a kiss this special means it won’t be her only one, and she finally allows all her feelings to pour into the kiss. 

Y/N isn’t sure how long they spent kissing outside her door. It seems she’s lost track of time since she got a taste of Harry. “I don’t want you to go,” she mutters against his lips when she feels him begin to pull away.

“I’ll see you Monday,” he promises. 

“Too far.

Harry laughs, “you can call me tomorrow when you wake up.” Knowing she likes to sleep in, he would rather not wake her up. 

“Okay,” she whispers in defeat. 

“Good night,” Harry takes a step back. 

Y/N bites her lip and gives him a wave. “Do you want a kiss goodbye?” 

Harry can’t say no.

+

Monday morning, Y/N walks in with a large smile. It makes everyone stop and stare. She makes her rounds, wishing everyone a good morning, and saves Harry for last. 

“Hi, Harry.” She chirps. 

“Morning,” he answers timidly. 

Y/N pouts because he didn’t even look at her. She wanted to see his beautiful eyes. “So I was thinking…” she trails off. 

Harry turns, giving her his undivided attention, and Y/N’s smile widens. “How does a date sound to you?”

“A date?” He echoes. 

“With me,” she giggles.

“Best thing I've heard all day.”

Y/N claps her hands together, “wonderful.” 

“How does this weekend sound?” 

“Too far,” she teases. “Saturday?” 

“I’ll pick you up,” he promises. 

“Good. Good.” Y/N lingers by his door. 

“Yes, love?” 

Y/N feels her cheeks heat up but doesn’t look away from him. “Are we still on for lunch?” 

Harry gives her a dimpled grin, “I’ve got a new book for us to discuss.” 

Y/N tells him she can’t wait and walks away. Harry watches her go, and as if she can feel his stare on her, she turns around and gives him a wink. Harry knows he’s way in over his head with someone as amazing as Y/N, but he can’t wait to prove each day to her how much he deserves to be with her.

[goldenhypen]

→ ENHYPEN’S RED FLAGS !! ⚠︎

PAIRING | ot7 x fem!reader

GENRE | crack

WORD COUNT | 1.3k

WARNINGS | mentions of food; reader is referred to as “girl”; i’m pretty sure it’s fine but it is possible i made mistakes w the tenses (i’m still tryna get used to writing more in present tense T-T)

DISCLAIMER | THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY A FORM OF HATE TOWARDS ENHYPEN (pls i love these boys w my entire being how could i) this is a joke so don’t take this too seriously lol

A/N | had the time of my life choosing pics for the moodboard btw they had me out here cackling at 3 am (first red flag: i’m out here losing sleep bc of them !! smh)

이희승 ! HEESEUNG

too handsome… how can you stand to look at that devilishly handsome face without ever passing out due to lack of oxygen in your lungs when he’s always taking your breath away?! also y’all become way too popular; people are always staring at you two (not only heeseung but you too obviously 😏), it’s tiring being so famous yk 🙄

good at everything… it’s lowk invigorating sometimes bc he’s always outdoing you in everything. when you play games, he’s beating you; when you’re having fun at karaoke, he’s always out-singing you or showing off with his fancy riffs and harmonies; when you’re playing sports together, he always has a way of beating you, no matter what the sport. he even manages to do better at the simple task of making ramyeon. and we all know that’s only to list a few. it’s just so tiring having such a perfect bf 😔

박종성 ! JAY

jawline is too sharp… you cup his jaw as you kiss him then suddenly you hurt your hand on his sharp jawline !! it’s not fair that you have to sacrifice your hands every day just because he looks so good.

cooks for everyone… because he cooks so much, you can’t just be hanging out watching him be all hot and sexy as he cooks for everyone all the time !! you’ve had enough of back hugging him, cheek pressed against his firm back muscles (they’re so strong, it hurts your face !!), or smelling and eating all the delicious food,,, you just wanna spend alone time with your man, without the kitchen as the third wheel :’D your bf is just so husband material, and being able to provide for everyone aside from just you and him is just so, totally, very much, rlly unattractive (that’s sarcastic btw i actually couldn’t come up w any negative points to this why would anyone hate that about him-)

심재윤 ! JAKE

always has his tongue hanging outside of his mouth or his teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a smirk… no wonder my man always has ulcers lol jk i have no idea how that actually works,, but you can never kiss him cuz his mouth hurts !! but he’s too hot for you to handle anyways so- sometimes he’ll be all seductive with that smirk after swiftly swiping his tongue over his lips and you have to literally take a moment to compose yourself before he wraps his hands around your waist, biting his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you,, oh my heart :’>

loves his dog too much… sure, loving layla taught him ways on how to love on his own future girl, but you didn’t realize how long it would take him to transfer the title of his most favourite girl from layla to you. you were always competing with a dog and yes, she’s cute but how was this fair?! so let’s just say it took many years of hard work and determination until you finally stole that hard earned title.

박성훈 ! SUNGHOON

doesn’t hang out with enough girls… so he has no experience when it comes to dating you. even before dating you, he was basically a total clutz. not being around girls enough made him feel nervous whenever he was around them due to lack of experience. and so whenever it came to you at first, he was always a nervous wreck and super awkward. and even after dating you, though he is so much better and confident, he still has his slip ups and tends to get super shy whenever you make him flustered (which occurs a lot more often than you’d imagine)! alexa play ‘super shy’ by newjeans 👖

too funny… he randomly comes out with these stupidly funny jokes or comments that make you laugh so hard, it makes your tummy, cheeks and lungs hurt. whenever you tell him you’re gonna die of laughter, you’re not joking.

김선우 ! SUNOO

too sassy… like why does he always have to react with his eye rolls or side eyes whenever you tease him, with that snarky scoff. and then when he’d tease you back, he’d just take the remarks to a whole other level. but occasionally this sass would be used in your favour; whenever a friend would tease you, he’d always get very defensive and have the best comebacks. actually depending on how close you two are with the friend, he once in a while would take the side of your friend and just tease you harder.

perfect figure… he outdoes you all the time. like sunoo give us ladies a chance to shine?? he’s always stealing the spotlight, it’s annoying sometimes !! 🙄 like yes, you (y/n) are always hot and super attractive (self confidence!!! you deserve to love yourself 😌) but for some reason people are always complimenting sunoo’s body instead of yours. but let me let you in on a little secret… it’s only because it’s obvious you’re the one who’s clearly more physically attractive. and who states the obvious these days anyway? hmph 😌

양정원 ! JUNGWON

too loveable… in other words,, there’s nothing to ever (playfully) hate on him with or tease him about !! so boring 👎👎👎 like you just constantly wanna love on him. he can be teasing you about an embarrassing moment of yours that happened just a couple minutes ago, and then you try to think of a comeback but then you take one glimpse into his eyes and suddenly you’re melting on the spot as your mind is wiped of everything you could’ve ever thought up in one quick moment. and suddenly you can only think about the things about him that give you warm, fluffy feelings. HE COULD BE DOING THE BARE MINIMUM AND YOURE FULL HEART EYES FOR HIM he’s just perfect. so unfair and so not fun 👎👎

duality… DOES HE EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT HE SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEART TO LOOK AFTER ???? like what about your well being ??? how about YOUR FEELINGS ???? like you’re constantly being emotionally pulled this way and that cuz one second he’ll be the cutest bf ever with his bread cheeks and fluffy smile when all of a sudden he has a dance to practice and all of a sudden he’s in performance mode, and his duality is just insane !!! is that even the same jungwonie that was with you just a second ago ???? i think not !!! smh

西村 力 ! NI-KI

too tall; doesn’t stop growing… (if he’s a lot taller than you) how are you gonna kiss him?? how is he gonna kiss you?? no but even if he isn’t a lot taller than you now, this boy doesn’t stop growing. you won’t admit it but it’s actually really romantic and hot the way he’d do things to match your heights, such as the other day when he carried you onto the counter, stood between your legs, and pressed his lips against yours in the hottest kiss you’ve ever shared. it’s simply not okay ???

too good of a dancer… outdoes you in every dance game. like riki at least give us a chance??? i mean sometimes he does, but the competitive side of him always wins and he just ends up beating you anyways like always 🙄 also getting to watch him on stage is like seeing a whole other riki. you mostly know him for his goofy personality, but whenever you get to see him perform, he switches that off and enters his alter ego and it has to be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. so you get the best of both worlds… which obviously isn’t healthy for your heart ???

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[cl6teen]

GQ COUPLES QUIZ ⍟ CL16

a GQ interview featuring the paddock’s favourite couple

mature/crude language and jokes, fluff, sexual/suggestive innuendos but not a lot, inaccurate tellings of the 2023 season, a lot of questions/inspo taken from the actual couples quizzes on GQ’s yt (rosalia and rauw) reblogs/interactions always appreciated !!

cl6teen 2023. do not copy/repost any of my works/ideas pls!

charles: i’m camera shy so maybe you should start!

y/n: you’re literally the least camera shy person i know, charles.

he laughs and readjusts himself in the wooden chair, placing his hands on the armrests to get comfortable just before speaking.

y/n: get on with it.

charles: hello, i’m charles leclerc, a driver for the scuderia ferrari formula one team.

y/n: and i’m y/n l/n, a model and partial social media influencer.

charles: and today we are here with GQ to do the couples quiz!

you smile, holding the stack of cards in your hands up to the camera.

y/n: i’m going to be asking charles some questions about myself and our relationship, so let’s see if he’s really the paddock’s boyfriend of the season.

charles: i am.

his face is stoic when he meets your eyes, leaving your mouth to tremble in a futile attempt to bite back a giggle. his silence doesn’t last long, laughing at the sight of you doubling over in your seat.

y/n: you’re so serious!

y/n: okay! first question of the day, cha: what is my favourite colour?

charles: come on, this is easy! it’s (fav colour), you’re wearing it now

y/n: correct! you actually bought this for me at the start of the year.

cockily, his eyes pan to the camera and he quick a quick shrug as if to say, ‘no big deal about it’, but you don’t catch it.

y/n: what is my go-to karaoke song?

charles: oh, fuck.

you laugh at the way his eyes widen, mocking his words with a deep tone.

y/n: oh. charles leclerc you should know this.

charles: nono i do, i do mate! give me a moment.

the camera zooms into his face, placing calculations across the screen as he’s searches around in his head for the answer—you just went on a karaoke date some nights before; it was in there somewhere.

charles: ah! voulez-vous by ABBA.

y/n: i should dock you half a point for taking so long, but i’m feeling generous today so i won’t.

y/n: what has been my favourite grand prix of the season so far?

charles: baku, because i won no?

y/n: australia actually—lewis’ win.

he cocks his head at you with a raised brow as if to ask if you were serious, and you rush to cover your smile with the stack of quiz cards.

y/n: i’m joking, of course it was baku!

you briefly reach for his hand.

y/n: my love’s first of many wins of the season.

charles: it’s my turn for a question now, yes?

y/n: no charles, i’m asking you questions right now! you go after i’m done.

charles: then why is it called the couples quiz, GQ! should be called the y/n quiz.

y/n: do you see how whiny he is? wait your turn.

jabbing your manicured thumb towards the monegasque, you shake your head at the camera.

y/n: next question, what is my hidden talent?

charles: but it’s hidden for a reason right? we cannot say it.

you both laugh at his words.

y/n: a hidden talent that only you know of.

charles: well then i definitely can’t say it out loud, i’d get in trouble.

he smirks boyishly, leaving you to gasp and reach over to smack his shoulder.

y/n: say something else! one that can be said.

charles: ermm, you can memorize any recipe you make once.

y/n: that’s normal though.

charles: no it’s not! it’s very weird how you know the exact measurements of everything without having to check. carlos agrees too!

you shrug and give him the point.

y/n: how did we meet?

you turn to the camera and cover your lips from his view before mouthing, ‘he better know this one’.

charles: we met at the monaco grand prix after party in 2021—lewis introduced us and you were too drunk to remember my name.

charles: you didn’t think i forgot, did you?

y/n: i was hoping you forgot the drunk part.

he laughs at the small pout drawing on your face.

y/n: when and where was our first kiss?

charles: monza, 2021—i have it on this bracelet.

he holds up his wrist to show the camera. right above his forza ferrari bracelet is one that has the aforementioned date engraved on it.

y/n: isn’t he so romantic?

y/n: what’s the first thing i eat after waking up—don’t make a joke.

charles: i wasn’t going to make a joke.

dramatically, you roll your eyes at him — the smile on his face says otherwise.

charles: you have yogurt so you have something to snack on while making your actual breakfast.

charles: i’m an observant man.

y/n: my favourite thing about you. so, what have i always wanted to learn?

charles: like sports? or music?

y/n: hmm…let’s do both for two points.

charles: okay…you’ve always wanted to learn piano.

you nod your head as he counts his fingers.

y/n: correct.

charles: and…you want to learn how to play tennis

y/n: wrong! i know how to play tennis charles. i want to learn how to ski.

charles: but you never come with me on my ski trips!

y/n: you always go when i’m working babe.

he gives an apologetic look, which you return with a small smile.

y/n: this one is a bit difficult, but what is my signature scent?

charles: ah…is it one of the margiela?

y/n: i like some of the scents…but no, it is (fav perfume).

rolling his eyes, he takes your wrist to his nose to get a smell.

charles: ah! you do smell good, though.

y/n: merci, mon amour. what are the three main things that i cannot leave my house without?

charles: three things you can’t leave without?

charles: me, of course.

y/n: that’s true! but apart from you.

charles: your lipgloss, your phone, and a pair of flats. you don’t even need to tell me if i’m right, open her bag and check!

[OFF CAMERA]: he’s right.

charles: bring-bring it here!

a hand emerges past the camera to hand charles the vintage chanel bag. with a shit eating grin on his face he opens the bag towards the camera to reveal the three items listed.

charles: where are the rest of your things, my love!

he laughs at the way you snatch your bag from him.

y/n: first of all, lipgloss is meant to be retouched, and heels aren’t always comfortable.

y/n: plus, when’s i’m with him i never need anything else do i?

charles: what’s your next question?

y/n: what is my night time skin care routine?

charles: ehm…can i get the next next question?

you burst out into laughter, doubling over as you try to collect yourself.

y/n: he didn’t even try!

charles: do you know my skin care routine?

y/n: i gave you your skin care routine!

charles: it’s too complicated to remember. please, next question.

y/n: what is my—who approved these questions?

[OFF CAMERA]: our boss, please continue.

y/n: charles, what is my bra size?

charles: easy, (bra size).

silently, you stare at him in slight confusion that he paid attention to such little detail.

y/n: what is the best way to make me laugh?

charles: hearing my laugh!

y/n: that is true! specifically the one where you kind of sound like a duck.

[OFF CAMERA]: alright charles, you’ve scored eleven points.

charles: that’s a good score, no? think you can beat it?

y/n: of course!

charles inconspicuously reaches for his stack placed on the console inbetween your chairs. there’s a cute smile on his face as he shuffles through his cards.

charles: what was my first f1 win?

y/n: spa, 2019. how could i not know!

charles: that’s true! where do i want us to next travel?

y/n: you didn’t tell me this though! charles always does this thing where he surprises me with our vacation destination.

charles: ah, you’re right.

he goes to shuffle the card to the back, but you’re quick to stop him.

y/n: i can guess, but if i get it correct i get two points. is that allowed?

the both of you pause to look past the camera for a go ahead, which is given by a swift thumbs up from the crew.

y/n: i actually don’t know if you want to go here, but i do. morocco?

charles: correct.

y/n: alright guys, look out for morocco baecation photo dumps on my instagram within the next few months!

charles: next question, if i wasn’t an f1 driver, what would i be?

y/n: a tennis player? i would say a footballer but after that charity match…

charles laughs loudly at the mention of his game and the memory of his dive head first into the pitch ground.

charles: tennis player is one of them, so i’ll give the point out of the kindness of my heart.

charles: so, how many kids do i want?

y/n: you want three, but don’t mind two if i can’t handle the stress of a third child. you don’t mind the genders, but it would be nice to have a least one boy and girl in any order.

charles: you have a great memory, my love.

charles: how can you tell that i’m angry?

y/n: oh my god, it’s always written all over your face cha. you get all like this and your bros furrow so much.

you try your hand at imitating it, clenching you jaw and giving your most menacing look to the camera before showing it to charles.

charles: hey you’re pretty good at it!

y/n: i think it’s quite attractive though, i love when the cameras catch it during the grand prix.

he winks at you.

charles: what is my favourite way to spend time with you?

y/n: sex? am i allowed to say that? can you cut this part out?

charles: who has the corrupted mind now! the answer was cooking together!

you make a helpless face at your boyfriend, almost feeling embarrassed that your words are going to be stuck on youtube for all to see.

y/n: whatever.

charles: what is my favourite animal?

y/n: ah…monkeys?

charles: monkeys? monkeys!?

he leans in closer to your seat in disbelief and slight fear.

y/n: wait wait wait!

charles: i’m afraid of monkeys!

y/n: but the little baby ones are so adorable!

charles: no, absolutely not. no point for you, y/n.

he dramatically crosses his forearms to each other to make a large x at your face.

charles: what is my sign?

y/n: libra, next question.

charles: wait—i don’t even know my sign!

y/n: i was the one who told you it!! it was one of our first dates and you asked me about your birth chart!

charles raises a shocked brow towards the camera.

charles: what is my favourite colour on you?

y/n: red on race day, and then sage green or white normally.

charles: it’s lovely seeing your girlfriend in your colour, no?

charles: what is the most annoying thing that comes alongside living with you?

y/n: absolutely nothing.

charles: is that your final answer?

y/n: would it be anything else…?

you both sit and stare at one another in silence.

charles: i don’t like how majority of our bed is taken up by stuffed animals.

you groan loudly at him, reaching over to swat his thigh.

charles: ow! okay, i’ll ask you one more question for redemption. what would be my ideal retirement plan?

y/n: obviously we’ll be married and hopefully with kids. you wouldn’t mind staying in monaco but you’d also like to try living in italy—but in the countryside on a large plot of land.

charles: are you sure that’s not your retirement plan?

y/n: charles leclerc.

charles: okay okay, you’re correct!

y/n: i’m pretty sure i just moped your ass in this quiz

[OFF CAMERA]: actually y/n, you only scored nine points.

charles claps obnoxiously with a wide smile on his face, to which you flip him off and brush him aside.

charles: hah! i guess that settles it!

y/n: whatever, i have you beat in lots of other things.

charles: not this though—but i believe our time is up!

turning to face the camera, you both give a curt wave.

both: thanks for watching our GQ couples quiz!

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[simplybakugou]

Could you do another drink bakugo?

⋆ PAIRING: drunk/prohero!bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; alcohol; all characters are adults ⋆ WORD COUNT: 3003

A/N: taking a break from mystic academia cause this has been sitting in my inbox for so long and i wanted to save it until i got some inspiration for another drunk!bakugou and i finally found the inspo hehe. also when i first started writing drunk!bakugou oneshots, i was 17 LMAO and now as a 23 y/o that has actually been drunk i can write this a little more accurately lol. also i was struggling trying to end this cause i didn’t want it to be longer than it already is (imo) lol so im sorry for the awkward ending. ty for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

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It was a stupid idea. Why the hell would Bakugou go into a bar with the most loud and raucous people he knew even though he’d never drank a day in his life?

He couldn’t think of something he wanted to do less in that moment. He was exhausted, coming from a day of patrolling and hero work. Although his friends also came from their jobs, they actually drank alcohol and wanted to unwind after five years of constantly overworking themselves.

“Are you really not gonna get anything, Katsuki?” Sero questioned, giving the table’s drink orders to the bartender.

“I’m not fucking up my body just to look like an idiot like you dumbasses,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. 

“Why’d you come then?” Kaminari quipped, interested in hearing Bakugou’s answer.

“Cause your dumbass wouldn’t stop bothering me about coming out tonight!” Bakugou replied angrily.

“Oh yeah!” Kaminari exclaimed, laughing at himself. “I forgot.”

“It’s good to come out with us once in a while,” Kirishima said, nodding his head. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone since we graduated, man. We haven’t seen you in years.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I’m not stopping until I’m number one. You shits can drink all you fucking want but I’m not gonna sit around every week just to catch up.”

Kaminari sighed, shaking his head. “This is why you’ve never had a girlfriend.” Sero nodded along with him.

“And what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Bakugou snarled, slamming his fist against the table out of annoyance.

“You’re a workaholic, dude,” Sero stated matter-of-factly. “When are you gonna have the time to date? If you slowed down a little you could’ve at least gone out with Y/N back when you had a crush on her in U.A.”

“I did not have a crush on that shitty girl.” Bakugou felt himself getting even more angered just hearing your name uttered. 

“You keep telling yourself that,” Kirishima said, patting his friend on the shoulder only to get shook off by Bakugou. 

The drinks Sero ordered arrived and the rest of the guys cheered each other before downing their beverages. Bakugou sipped on his water he was forced to get after Sero berated him to order something.  

The more alcohol his friends consumed, the more rowdy and even more raucous they got and Bakugou questioned even more why he decided to go out with them. It was karaoke night at the bar and Bakugou swore his ears were bleeding as Kaminari consistently kept attempting to serenade him.

Despite how chaotic it was in the bar that night, Bakugou eventually found himself enjoying it. Kaminari and Sero got the most drunk, getting up to dance and stumbling over one another, which made Bakugou and Kirishima burst into laughter. He would never tell them, but he needed this time out and away from the constant need to work towards his one and only goal. 

The night was going great; until the door to the bar opened. Bakugou turned his head to the noise of the bell ringing above the door. It stuck out amongst the voices and loud nature of the room and he felt his face drop at the sight.

There you were, five years older than the last time he had seen you in person. And you weren’t alone as your arm was looped around the arm of another man.

Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at the sight. He drowned out the sounds of Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and a few strangers they had recruited at the bar playing drinking games as his focus was only on you. You scanned the area, waving shyly to a few people that recognized you as their favorite rising hero and sat in the corner of the room with your mystery man.

Kirishima glanced at Bakugou, recognizing that he was distracted by something else and looked towards what had caught his eye. He immediately understood the reason for the defeated look on his friend’s face.

“I’m sorry, man,” Kirishima stated simply. 

“Sorry?” Bakugou scoffed. “For what? There’s nothing to be sorry about. We were never together.” The last part Bakugou muttered to himself as he finally tore his eyes away from you and down to his glass of water.

And it was true; you and Bakugou were never together back when you attended U.A. with him and the others. Matter of fact, you didn’t even know Bakugou liked you back then as he made it his mission that you never found out. Not only did he refuse to let himself be subjected to such vulnerable feelings like love and infatuation, you and your peers were constantly bombarded with hero work and dealing with the League of Villains to ever have the time for confessions. At the time, romantic relationships were trivial. 

As things died down by the time class A graduated, Bakugou busied himself with his long-time goal of wanting to become the number one hero. He kept telling himself that it was time to grow up and forget about what he assumed to be a little crush but the more he kept shoving his feelings inside, the more intense they became.

That was why it felt like a punch to the gut to see you laughing with and leaning onto a man that wasn’t him. 

“Hey, dunce face,” Bakugou grunted. Kaminari lifted his head and looked over at Bakugou with hazy eyes. “Get me the strongest drink here.”

“Dude, you really should slow down,” Kirishima urged, concerned as he watched Bakugou down shot after shot. “You’ve never drank before and this’ll probably mess you up fast.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou said in a rush, out of breath from the abundance of liquids he furiously ingested. He held the next shot glass to his lips, preparing himself to throw it back along with the countless shots he had already done; he felt like he was going to be sick, to no one’s surprise. Bakugou slammed the shot glass down onto the table, still full of alcohol, and he slammed his head onto the table as well. His head was throbbing but he felt like he could float in the air if he really tried. 

Kirishima chuckled at his friend, taking advantage of the situation and taking the shot glass away from Bakugou. 

Kaminari swung his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “See, dude, now we’re having fun!” The last word was elongated as he let out a small hiccup.

“Get the fuck off of me, dunce face,” Bakugou mumbled with his head still on the table, causing his words to be muffled. Nevertheless, Kaminari knew exactly what his grouchy friend had said but ignored him.

For the first time that night, Kaminari looked around the room and noticed you sitting alone now in the corner of the bar. He shot up, waving his hand out at you. “Y/N!”

Bakugou’s eyes, which were once closed shut as the alcohol was rushing to his head all at once, shot wide open as he whipped his head up. He felt dizzy from how quick the motion was. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Come on, man, she’s sitting over there all alone,” Kaminari reasoned, turning his attention back to you. You also had finally noticed your old classmates, smiling at the sight. “Hang out with us, Y/N!”

“Alone?” Bakugou questioned softly. He looked over at you and felt a wave of relief wash over him as he carefully watched you make your way to their table, mystery man out of the picture.

“I didn’t know you guys were here tonight,” you said with a smile. You sounded level-headed and Bakugou determined that you were probably the most sober person in the room that night.

“Yeah, we come here a lot after our patrol shifts,” Sero commented.

“All of you?” You questioned, interested as you scanned each of the guys sitting at the table. Finally you locked eyes with Bakugou and he swore your gaze could’ve pierced right through him. He broke eye contact first as he felt his face burning up even more with the effects of the alcohol. 

“We usually have to beg Katsuki to come out. You know how he is,” Kirishima teased, wanting to lighten the mood for his friend. It didn’t work as Bakugou still had a sour expression on his face.

“Wanna get a few drinks with us?” Kaminari offered.

You shook your head. “No, it’s alright. Tonight hasn’t gone the way I wanted so I think I’m going to call it a night. It was nice seeing you guys.”

You waved goodbye to the boys, sending a small smile towards Bakugou as you understood he was in a bad mood but not understanding why. Your back was turned to them as you walked towards the exit and it was a miracle how you didn’t have two vermillion holes in your back the way Bakugou was staring at you leaving.

Bakugou stood up abruptly and he grabbed his coat and wallet. He sloppily pulled out a few bills and slammed them on the table as he made his way out as well.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima questioned.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You cursed at yourself for leaving your jacket in your date’s car as the winter snow began to litter the streets. Your body was shivering terribly. The bar had a few tables and chairs in front of the building and you sat yourself down as you contemplated how on Earth you were going to get home. 

Before you could come up with a game plan, you felt a heavy leather jacket plop down onto your shoulders. You jumped at the sudden contact, watching as a clearly drunk-but-pretending-to-be-sober Bakugou sat himself in the chair across from you. “Bakugou! What’re you doing here?”

Bakugou ignored your question as he bluntly asked, “Where’s that fucker you came in with?”

You were taken aback by his questions. Only a few minutes ago did you realize that Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were there in the bar with you that night. If he had seen you with your date, that meant Bakugou had seen you when you walked in. 

You sighed, leaning back in your chair and pulling Bakugou’s jacket closer to you as it kept you warm. “He was being… weird.”

“Weird how.” It was a question but you sensed the animosity in Bakugou’s tone as his expression harshened in a way that made his question a statement.

You waved your hands to calm him down. Why was he so upset? “Nothing bad, don’t worry. He’s just some guy I started dating. We weren’t official or anything but I liked him. He said he didn’t like me being a hero and said I should get a job that’d suit me in a feminine way.” You chuckled humorlessly as you recalled the misogynistic comment.

“What a fucking loser,” Bakugou grumbled, loud enough for you to hear and laugh at. He leaned back in his chair, resting his eyes. “You told him to fuck off, right?”

You nodded, amused as you always were back in U.A. with Bakugou’s colorful vocabulary. “Yup. He got pissed and left me here and I left my stuff in his car like an idiot.” 

Bakugou opened his eyes and reached into his front pocket, cursing at himself as his fingers kept missing the opening seam. He pulled out his car keys and tossed them onto the table. You furrowed your eyes at the sight in confusion.

“Take my car to get home.”

You widened your eyes at his insane proposition, looking at the insignia on his keys as an expensive brand. “Bakugou, your car’s worth like a hundred million yen! There’s no way I can drive that!” 

“Just do it, idiot,” Bakugou groaned, placing his forehead on the cold, snow-covered table. “Can’t let you just sit here in the cold.”

A moment passed as you were contemplating your choices only to realize in that time, Bakugou had fallen asleep. You chuckled softly, never expecting to see health-conscious Bakugou who’s always been adamant about never drinking inebriated. 

You grabbed his keys and put them in the pocket of his leather jacket, slipping the jacket onto your arms. You knew you couldn’t just take his car and leave him here like this so you got up and went over to his side, gently shaking his shoulders to wake him. “Come on, big guy. We’re going home”

Bakugou let out a groan as you got him to his feet, your arm around his shoulders and you wrapped his arm around your waist to support him, resting your hand on his hand. You felt his body stiffen in reaction and you looked up at him curiously. His face was red again and you assumed it was a combination of the alcohol and the frigidness in the air. It most definitely was not either of those things.

“Where’d you park your car?” You asked as you slowly helped him walk.

He nodded in the direction ahead of you and you assumed he was referring to the parking lot that was thankfully right next to the bar. The two of you continued walking towards the lot and you found it unusual how quiet Bakugou was.

Once reaching the lot, you were originally going to search for Bakugou’s car only to not have to put any effort at all since his bright red sports car stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the Subarus and Toyotas.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Why am I not surprised by this at all, Bakugou.”

Bakugou flinched and he slowly pulled away from you, shoving his hands in his pockets as he wobbly made his way to his car. “Stop calling me that.”

“What? You don’t want me to call you Bakugou?” You question, confused. “Oh! I get it. You want me to call you by your hero name, right, Dynamight?”

“That’s not it either, idiot.”

“Oh, then, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight?”

“You’re so stupid.” Bakugou stopped right in front of his car and turned around, slowly so that he wouldn’t fall over. He had his signature frown on his face only this time it was out of frustration. “Back in U.A. you’d call me Katsuki.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” you said, nodding your head as you recalled doing so. “But that was five years ago. I haven’t seen you since then and I just wanted to be polite.”

Bakugou kept quiet but his eyes never faltered or wavered as he kept them on you. You felt like he could burn right through you if he tried as you didn’t understand his frustrations. “Is everything okay, Ba– I mean, Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s eyes slightly widened for a moment and he felt like he was transported back to being a teenager. “No. Everything’s not okay ‘cause I still have this stupid crush on you that I’ve had since our first year in U.A.”

He let out a sigh, feeling a weight on his shoulders dissipate and he turned around back towards his car. You stood in place, shocked at the confession that you did not foresee at all. There was no way the Bakugou Katsuki had a crush on you, especially when you were just teenagers.

“Open the door.” Bakugou turned his head to you as he waited by the passenger door.

“Wait, wait, wait.” You waved your hands in front of you, still unable to wrap his words around your head. “This has to be a joke. There’s just no way– Why would you have a crush on me?”

Bakugou shrugged. “Dunno. Just happened.”

Your face felt hot and it wasn’t because of the weather. So much of your relationship with Bakugou made sense with this new realization. The reason for his cold shouldering you on numerous occasions or annoyed stares he’d give you when you got in a relationship in your second year all started to make sense. It was his way of conveying his feelings for you. 

You shook your head, shaking the complex thoughts from your mind and snapping yourself back to reality as the cold air and Bakugou not having a jacket, since you were obviously wearing it, made you unlock his car with the key he gave you. You watched as Bakugou entered his car on the passenger side.

You knew you needed to give yourself a minute before you could enter the car beside him. How did you feel about him? You always thought he was handsome, when he wasn’t scowling at least, and you enjoyed seeing him mature every year in U.A. Even after graduation, you always watched the news fondly as you watched him evolve into an incredible hero, one that you knew was worthy of becoming number one. 

So Bakugou Katsuki liked you. If your poor previous relationships taught you anything, it was to not turn down a good man when he was right in front of you. Or at least sitting in his sports car waiting for you to drive the two of you home since he was unexpectedly inebriated to do so himself. 

Taking in a breath, you knew what you had to do; you wanted to see where this would go between the two of you. You opened the driver’s side door, sitting in your seat and collecting your thoughts briefly before turning to Bakugou to tell him exactly what was on your mind. You wanted to give it a shot.

And you were intent on doing just that until you turned to look at Bakugou only to see he was once again fast asleep, his chest rising and falling. You chuckled at the sight, taking in how adorable he was in that moment. Slipping his jacket off your body, you draped it over his body.

“Guess you’ll have to stay with me tonight.”

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OMG I love your party idea it's so cool!! how about "slow down baby" by Christina Aguilar for Eren Yeager 💓💓 one of my favs

Slow Down Baby

Slow down baby and don't act crazy, don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.4k

cw: modern-day au, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implications of cheating, cheating, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, princess)

Summary: Your boyfriend Jean is working late again, and you can’t help but be suspicious that there’s something nefarious happening behind your back. Pent up from not seeing him this whole week, you take this alone time to treat yourself to some much-needed self-care. 

Eren Jaeger knows that his friend is cheating on you, and he hates it. You don’t deserve it, not one bit. When Jean asks him to do a favor to try to cover up his infidelity, Eren seriously considers telling you the truth, ultimately deciding against it because of “bro code”. But what happens when he walks in on you taking all your sexual frustrations out on a little toy? Can he really keep his mouth shut?

Author’s Note: Thank you for this request @shepnicolo! Love me some Xtina, great song for the y2k karaoke party! This was a fun one for me, so I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading everyone! MDNI banner designed by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest.

“Hey babe. Sorry, but I’m going to be at work late again tonight.” It’s already past nine in the evening when Jean calls you, informing you of this last-minute change of plans.

“Again?” He’s had overtime every day since last week. He’s also been leaving early in the mornings so by the time you wake up, he’s gone. It feels like you’ve barely seen him at all. “How about dinner?”

“Yeah, yeah. I already ate.” There’s shuffling in the background. And maybe it’s just your paranoia, but you swear you hear a woman giggling quietly beside him.

You swallow hard, asking, “Is someone with you?”

“Huh?” His tone shifts, as if you’re asking the most ridiculous question. “What do you mean?”

Immediately regretting it, you rephrase, not wanting to sound accusatory. “I was just wondering if anyone else is working overtime with you. That’s all. Didn’t want you to be lonely there.” The last statement is a lie; you sincerely hope he’s alone and not doing what you’re suspicious of.

He clears his throat nervously. “Oh. Well, yeah, there are a few people here with me, so you have nothing to worry about.” 

Too late for that, you think, listening carefully for any more clues. When you can’t hear anything else, you sigh into the phone. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later then.” You wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. Quickly, you add, “I love you – ” 

He hangs up before you can get it out completely. 

Jean had been pulling away from you for a while now. It didn’t just start with the overtime. It began over a month ago, when you noticed how glued to the phone he was while the two of you watched TV together. When you asked who he was texting, he answered, “It’s my new coworker. She’s asking some questions about work.” At the time, it didn’t raise any alarms in your head, so you dropped it. Every day, he was immersed to the screen, sometimes excusing himself to take a call outside on your balcony. You resisted every urge, every temptation to eavesdrop on his conversations, look through his text messages, interrogate him further. 

You continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way Jean would ever cheat on you. While you haven’t been together for that long, you like to think that you know him well enough to be sure he’s a faithful boyfriend. You don’t even have proof of his infidelity. It would be unfair to accuse him of such atrocities over some silly speculation, right?

Since he’s been in the office late this entire week, the two of you haven’t had sex in what seems like forever. Pent up and frustrated, you take this time to care for yourself, since Jean’s not around to do it. It starts with a serving of your favorite dessert, then a warm bath, soothing the tense muscles in your body. You surround yourself in a comfy robe, brushing your teeth with the full intention of falling asleep as soon as you do the one thing you need to make yourself feel better tonight. 

With all the lights off, except for the dim glow of the lampshade on the nightstand, you snuggle into your bed, untying the robe so it’s splayed beneath you. Inside the drawer, you retrieve your favorite vibrator and a small bottle of lube, pouring a tiny bead on the tip. Spreading your legs wide, you smear it on yourself. Using your free hand, you navigate to your favorite dirty audio, playing it out loud. 

~~~

Eren hates this. Absolutely hates it. 

He’s driving towards your apartment with a set of keys in his pocket and a bouquet of roses sitting in the passenger seat. All because your friend is a piece of shit. 

Eren’s known for a while now that Jean is cheating on you. It started with a not-so-subtle comment in the group chat. My new coworker is fucking hot. That alone disgusted him. Connie, of course, laughed it off. Armin didn’t say anything, probably unsure how to respond at such a statement. It only went downhill from there. 

She’s got the best body omg.

 I’m in trouble now.

This is bad guys lol. 

Don’t tell the girls okay? 

Jean has always rubbed Eren the wrong way, ever since they were kids. But at least he respected him. Now, not so much. Not at all, actually. You don’t deserve this, not one bit. No one does, but especially you. And maybe the reason he can’t completely berate Jean is because Eren’s harboring a secret of his own: He’s head-over-heels for you. 

Of course, he’s never acted on it. Bro code, right? Thou shall not hook up with another bro’s girl, or whatever the unofficial rule is. But what if said bro is acting like a total asshole? And what if this bro would treat you the way you deserve and more? Then what?

It’s because of this stupid code that he finds himself in the most ridiculous, aggravating situation. Earlier in the night, Jean texted the group chat. SOS SOS SOS. Armin and Connie were both busy, so didn’t respond, leaving Eren to answer the cry for help.

Jean explains it quickly through the phone, voice all panicky and guilty. “Dude, I need you to do me the hugest favor right now. I would you owe big time if you could help me out.” Basically, he needs Eren to buy a big bouquet of roses and deliver them to your apartment, where you can see them first thing in the morning. 

“Why?” he asks, irritated by this request.

“I think she’s suspicious. So I need to do something to throw her off the scent,” he explains. Eren can already see the cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. Why is he friends with this douchebag? And why did he agree to do this? He’s complicit in this mess now, not only for keeping his friend’s infidelity a secret, but for helping him continue it. He wants so badly to tell you the truth so you can escape this relationship. At the same time, he’s supposed to have his friend’s back no matter what, even if he is being a massive prick. 

So, he decides to help his buddy out, no matter how much it’s killing him. He meets Jean at an unknown address, most likely his side chick’s place. “Dude, seriously. I owe you one,” he says, patting him on the shoulder.

Eren nods silently, not wanting to speak in case he lets his true feelings slip. Jean hands him the spare keys to your apartment. “Just sneak in and set the flowers on the kitchen counter. She won’t suspect a thing.” It takes all of Eren’s willpower not to punch him in the face, so he quickly turns around to get into his car and drive off. 

It’s almost midnight by the time he arrives to your apartment. Surely, you’re asleep by now, still completely unaware that your bastard boyfriend is cheating on you. Still, he shouldn’t meddle in your relationship, even though he wants what’s best for you, which is not Jean.

He unlocks the door quietly, tip-toeing into the kitchen to set the flowers down, as instructed. He notices your bedroom door is ajar, a faint streak of light coming from the inside, and the undeniable sounds of a man growling expletives like, Come for me, slut. Yeah, give it all to me.

His eyes widen, surprised that you’re still awake, even more so that you’re listening to something like this. Curiosity gets the best of him; he stealthily makes his way beside your door, peering through the tiny opening to get a glimpse of you. 

You’re laid out on the bed, bare and exposed, gripping a vibrator to your pussy. The sight alone is enough to put him into a frenzy. Hearing your soft whimpers from your mouth along with the electric buzz from the toy fluttering on your clit sends him into a trance that he can’t snap out of. Before he can think logically, he’s pushing against the door, making his presence known. 

~~~

“Eren!” You sit up in bed, flinging the toy off to the side, covering yourself with your robe. “What are you doing here?”

He stands before you, a crazed look in his eyes, an obvious bulge protruding from his pants. He stutters, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing here?” you repeat, glaring at him. 

His mouth is agape, unable to get the words out. You’re losing patience, watching him struggle to explain why he’s here, inside your home, watching you masturbate. You grab your phone, making sure to exit out of whatever filthy audio that’s still playing, fingers ready to dial your boyfriend’s number when he blurts out, “Jean is cheating on you.”

You freeze on the spot, heart sinking from having your worst fear confirmed. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, staring down at his feet. “I’m so sorry.”

There are no tears in your eyes, surprisingly. Instead, your throat is heavy with emotion as you repeat for a third time, “So, what are you doing here?”

Still avoiding your gaze, he answers, “Jean thought you were catching on to him, so he asked me to bring you flowers to throw you off.” 

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask, “How long have you known about it?”

“A few weeks.” He looks up at you, saying your name this time. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

After a deep breath, you sigh, relaxing against the headboard. “I’m sorry you’re involved in it.” You smile at him. “And I’m sorry you had to see me…you know.” Embarrassment catches up to you, heat rushing into your cheeks, aware that you’ve just been caught touching yourself with your vibrator, which is still in plain view beside you. 

He steps forward, inching closer towards the end of the bed. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Jean is a fucking asshole. You don’t deserve this.”

“What do I deserve, Eren?” You peer at him, tears welling in your eyes now, desperate for any ounce of comfort he can give to you in this moment. 

He sits near you on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance. “You deserve to be loved by someone who’s always going to treat you right. Someone who’s going to love you from head to toe.” 

“Someone like you?”

A gentle smile forms on his face. “Yeah. Someone like me.”

No matter how badly you want to close the distance between you, want to feel the love he says he can give to you, guilt holds you back. Sensing your hesitation, he scooches nearer. “Let me help you. Tell me what you want.”

Eren has always been sweet to you. Too sweet, in fact. You’ve always gotten the sense that he cares more for you than he lets on. And maybe it’s because you’re hurt right now, fragile, heartbroken, even a little scornful towards Jean. Whatever it is, it makes you realize you’ve been too busy with the wrong man to notice the right one has been here all along. However, two wrongs don’t make a right. Even with the confirmation of Jean’s adulterous behavior, you’re still his girlfriend until you officially end it, which will be soon. 

In the meantime, you manage to come up with something you can do to take advantage of this moment. 

You let go of your robe, letting it fall to your sides, displaying your nude body to him, arousal wet between your legs from earlier. He watches you carefully, cock straining against his sweatpants, breathing heavily.

“I’m not a cheater like Jean,” you mutter, spreading yourself wider, showing off your glistening cunt.

“I know you’re not,” he whispers, scooting forward, hand drifting to his lap.

Reaching for your vibrator, maintaining your gaze on him, you say, “I’m a good girl.” 

He swallows hard, palming his erection through the fabric. “Fuck. You’re a good girl. Such a good girl.”

“You can look, but you can’t touch. Understand?” Your finger hovers over the button, tip pressed to your throbbing clit.  

He nods erratically, licking his lips. “Yes.”

“Good,” you smirk, turning the toy on, ready to give him a show. “Tell me all the things you want to do to me.”

He shoves his boxers down, cock sprung stiff against his abdomen, the slit shiny with precum, veins bulging on his shaft. It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, better than what’s-his-face by a longshot, though you might be biased now, given the circumstances. Eren wraps his fist around it, jerking himself off while he watches you tease the tip on your swollen bud. “I want to fuck you into this mattress,” he moans. “Pound this pussy until we break the bed.”

“Yeah?” you purr, pressing the fluttering tip deeper into your clit. “What else?”

“Want to bounce you on this cock, watch you cream all over me,” he huffs, stroking himself faster. “God, this is hot. So fucking hot.”

Pleasure ripples through your body, toes curled from the sensation, so close to your climax with his soothing voice spitting his nasty fantasies at you. “I wish you could fuck me right now,” you confess, limbs quivering from ecstasy, pussy fluttering around nothing, aching to be filled. 

“Me too, princess. Me too. But you’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cheat.” He readjusts himself onto the bed, kneeling in front of you, stroking his hard dick. “I can give you this cum, though. That’s not cheating, right?”

You blindly agree with him, approaching your climax. “Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, Eren.”

He swears loudly, shooting his load onto you, spilling over your clit, dripping down your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, marveling at how pretty you look covered in his seed. 

You smile at him, relaxing against your pillows, dipping the tip of your vibrator in his mess. His mouth hangs open, eyes half lidded, watching as you stuff it inside your cunt. 

“Holy fuck,” he whispers, stroking his cock again, eyes fixated on your pussy. 

Do technicalities even matter anymore? All you know is that you want to be loved from head to toe by Eren Jaeger. You set aside the toy, sitting up to close the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. He hesitates before deepening the kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth, sloppy and eager for more.

When you break apart to catch your breaths, he leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “Are you going to be a bad girl now and take this cock?”

Grinning, you nod, pulling him in for another kiss. 

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hi Fen! Hope you're doing well <3

I've been having such a hard time going to sleep lately and I was wondering if the moon boys ever have that problem - when they're not trying to stay up that is. So what do you think? Do any of them have trouble falling asleep? What do they do when that happens? And how do you think they'd help a Reader who couldn't fall asleep?

I’m so sorry you’re having trouble sleeping! (And that it’s taken me so long to reply) I hope you're doing better now <3

Rating: PG  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: brief mention to sex

Steven

Doesn’t have trouble sleeping, and can go to sleep quite easily when he’s not fighting it AND when Marc isn’t co-fronting (Marc’s sleeping issues bleed over into Steven).

When you can’t sleep though Steven is more than happy to stay up with you.

“Spend most of my adult life on 2 hours of sleep a day, didn't I? Yes. So this isn’t even water off a duck’s back, this is air off a duck’s back, this is not even noticeable love.” 

Will suggest lots of different things to do: reading (he will read to you if you want to try to sleep), watch something, listen to music, go on a weird London at 3:30am walk, “the night tube is running and we could go to 24 hour karaoke in Soho?”, “did you know these libraries are open at 4am?”, “I know a 24 gym that has a pool, we could go swimming!”, “Beckenham Place Park actually has open water swimming, I bet we’d be the only ones there! But I’m gonna wear a nose clip because I don’t want possible brain-eating amoeba up my nose, do I? No.” Proceeds to tell you a documentary's worth of information about Naegleria fowleri and how it was found in 1978 in Bath, so “yes it is in the UK Marc.”

Basically he’s full of ideas about where to go in the middle of the night that’s open because that’s what he used to do when he was trying not to sleep. (Also it’s nice to do things when there’s not so many people about.) 

Will suggest driving to a spot he knows outside of London where there’s less light pollution to look at the stars. Will wake up Jake to do the driving. Will bully the hell out of Khonshu if the sky isn’t clear. (And will make him get rid of the cloud.) 

100% would ask if you would like him to fuck you to sleep.

Marc

He’s not asleep either. 

Usually gets Steven or Jake to fall asleep for him.

However, if they’re already asleep, or not available, he goes with the ‘I am laying down with my eyes closed, because it’s still resting’ philosophy. 

He tries not to toss and turn a lot, but he does bless him. 

Has tried to drink himself to sleep on several occasions. 

Doesn’t like to see you having trouble sleeping at all and spends ages fussing over you. 

Fluffs the pillows, gets extra blankets, gets less blankets, turns the heating on, gets the fan out, will run you a bath and put all the lavender stuff in and make you 500 herbal teas, then change the bed covers. 

Will offer to sleep on the sofa or the floor so he doesn’t disturb you while you’re trying to sleep. (Then apologies when you obviously hate the idea of him being away from you.)

Is giving ALL the cuddles, however you want them. Will lay in the most uncomfortable position for himself for you to be comfy (will not tell you the position is uncomfortable for him.)

Tells you the most outrageously made up stories in quiet hushed tones to help lull you to sleep and then acts mock offended if you doubt that anything he says didn’t really happen.

Makes you cum on his mouth repeatedly until you’re so exhausted you have no choice but to fall asleep.

Jake

Can actually fall asleep anywhere at any time. 

I still firmly believe that before Steven and Marc know about him he would front just to go to sleep because they are so bad at getting some shut eye and constantly run the body into the ground.

Has melatonin tablets and a whole pharmacy's worth of sleeping aids to share. 

Will 100% take you for a drive to try to get you to fall asleep (or just to take you somewhere if you want, or if Steven has woken him up to drive.)

“Jake, I need you to drive to-”

“Steven… It's bedtime, time for sleep. No driving.”

“Oh, but S/O is having trouble sleeping and-”

Jake is already out of bed with his car keys in hand.

Will offer to be your weighted blanket and lay all over you. 

Says he will threaten Khonshu to keep the sun down so you can rest if it takes you a while to get to sleep. 

Tries to (lovingly) bore you to sleep by counting sheep out loud and in detail. “This one is a Merino sheep, the ones that are very fluffy. Her name is Harold. She likes grass, but not clover. Which is unusual for a sheep. So that’s one so far, one sheep. Now this next one is…”

Doesn’t offer sexy times because he doesn’t want to be pushy, however if you suggest it he’s happily all over you.

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J Protocol

The Protocols

This one is a long time coming and I've been staring at it for hours, so have no idea if it is good enough and it hasn't been read through by anyone but me, so I'm going in blind.

This is for @onereyofstarlight who has waited long enough ::hugs::

I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

John liked to be alone.

It allowed him to rest, to think, and to be himself. There were no demands on how he needed to act, what he was wearing or what he felt like saying.

Alone he could serenade the stars, karaoke dance to his ABBA collection, read without anyone commenting on what he was reading, and, hell, leave the bathroom door open if he wanted to. Being alone had its advantages.

But it also had its disadvantages.

Today had been an unpleasant one.

The fish brother in the back of his head cried foul and described it in much more colourful terms, in several different languages - did Gordon actually know how to speak Greek? All of the above would have had Grandma threatening to clean his mouth out with soap, but really, John couldn’t help but agree with the description.

Even the thought of his little brother had him smiling just a little as Thunderbird Five slowly grew larger.

He had been out in his exosuit, something he usually enjoyed when a rescue was close by. This had involved a couple of idiots in orbit who had done something very, very stupid.

And it cost them everything.

John had been fast, but space was faster and it took their lives.

Scott had been on comms at the time. His eldest brother had all the kind words amongst the command decisions, but a mission failure was still a failure and after the long shift before it, John was just tired and sad.

Returning home to Five was a relief, but there was part of him, a very small part of him, who missed the loud of home.

He liked being alone.

But he loved his family.

And today sucked all the ass.

Gordon, watch your language.

Talkin’ to yourself, bro.

Solitude also tended to promote conversations with himself.

“John, which airlock will you be using?”

But then, was he truly alone?

“The rear ‘lock, Eos. The suit needs some repairs and a good clean.”

“Should I alert Virgil?”

“No, I can manage.” But that would be an excuse to see his big brother. Virgil wasn’t a fan of space, but he would drop by at any hint of John needing help.

A glance in the direction of Tracy Island, in midnight darkness just like the whole half a planet beneath him.

John sighed as he slowed, firing reverse thrusters to kill off his velocity, to a smooth pacing of Five. Splattering himself across her solar panels would certainly be an undesirable end to an already shitty day.

Eos had the airlock open and waiting, enabling John to slip in quietly. Five crept around him with her protection. Being out in space was a raw experience. Beautiful, but raw. His ‘bird provided a sense of security with cahelium between him and the harsh environment.

The airlock sealed and the air pressure welled up, familiar in its reassuring caress. The inner door slipped open and he pushed off gently into the module he had left in such a hurry several hours earlier.

He ran through the disassembly routine for his exosuit, robotic arms pulling it gently from his body. For some reason he found himself leaning into that metallic touch.

Damn, maybe he had been away from Tracy Island for too long.

He would have to schedule some leave.

But he had that experiment running…and Auckland University were waiting for his write up on his comet. He could do the writing on Tracy Island - would his brothers give him the space?

The pun was ignored.

His brothers tried. He knew they tried. They respected his wishes as much as they could. Didn’t understand them, but respected them. They knew social interaction took energy he felt better spent elsewhere. They knew that what worked for them didn’t necessarily work for him.

They tried.

Hard.

But he also knew they missed him.

And he loved them for it.

Returning to Earth added him to their lives in three dimensions and they often wanted to take advantage of that. Hell, he wanted to take advantage.

But there was transition time from space to Earth, and all the stuff he had up here, and…

God, he was tired.

The mechanics finished up, leaving him floating free in the centre of the module.

He let himself drift just a little.

“John?”

Eos didn’t ask if he was okay, but the question was there anyway.

He sighed. “Stash the exosuit, I’ll do the repairs tomorrow.”

“Yes, John.” How did she put so much emotional inflection into those two words?

He refused to sigh again, simply reaching out to touch the wall and nudge himself towards the airlock leading into the central hub of Five.

The room lit up as he entered, the familiar map of the planet below spreading out across the spherical walls. The rescue indicators were clear for once in his life and he was quite happy to pass by the map and head for the gravity ring, aiming for his bathroom and the chance to clean off the sweat under his uniform.

“Hey.”

The sudden appearance of a body blocking his path confused his exhausted brain and he was slow to connect the dots of green, blue and heavy lifting brother.

“Whoa, Johnny, take a breath.”

A hand steadied him where his reaction had sent him spinning just a little.

“Virgil? What? Eos, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Virgil asked me not to. You said I should listen to Virgil, so I did.”

John deflated, and sighed in exasperation. “Virgil, why? You scared the shit out of me.”

That earned him a raised eyebrow.

Okay, so plain, old boring swear words weren’t usually his thing, but he was tired.

That eyebrow twitched in his direction.

Oh.

“Just dropping in for a home visit. That last situation was a rough one.”

“I’m fine, Virgil.” He pushed past his brother. “Just need some sleep.”

“Uh-huh.”

John rolled his eyes as he pushed himself out into the ring, his feet lightly landing in the low gravity environment. He strode across cahelium reinforced glass. “If you’re going to order me back to Tracy Island, I rather you didn’t.”

Virgil was obviously following him, the soft squeak of his specialised boots on the glass a not unfamiliar sound. “Haven’t even thought about it. Just wanted to drop by and see how you were going.”

“At two in the morning.”

“I’m a night owl.” He could feel his brother’s smile bounce off the back of his head.

John grunted as he reached the doors to his rooms. He turned to his brother standing behind him. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Back shortly.”

“Scott says debrief in the morning, but I would like to check you over before bed.”

“Really?” It was whiney and childish, and he earned that extra eyebrow arch, but damnit, he was tired.

“Really.” And there was just that touch of steel in Virgil’s voice. Not quite the same as Scott’s commander tone, but just as final. “Don’t make me come in there after you.”

“Fine.” He threw open the door and wished he could slam it behind him with all the petulance he felt right now.

Virgil didn’t answer, nor did he follow him.

It only took a moment or two for the guilt to sink in and John was faced with the fact that Virgil was worried about him. He climbed up into orbit, into space which he didn’t enjoy, to check on his little brother, only to encounter …John.

He let his head drop against the glass of his bedroom wall. Because of the lower gravity, his forehead did not hit with any of the thump he needed it to.

A sigh. He would apologise, but first he needed to get clean.

-o-o-o-

It was a bit longer than he had expected when he finally emerged from his rooms, but he felt just a little bit more human for the clean and new spacesuit.

Time also helped. His head had been caught up in rescue gone bad. Those few extra minutes helped him step back and breathe.

Virgil wasn’t outside his door, which, considering he’d likely left him with the impression he might have to hogtie John to get the readings he needed, was a surprise.

“Eos, where is Virgil?”

“In the infirmary. John, do you like pineapple?”

He frowned, heading in the direction of the small room set aside for medical needs on the gravity ring. “Yes, why?”

“Even if it is on pizza?”

“Uh, no. Pineapple should never be put on pizza.” He frowned as he slipped into the infirmary. “Have you been talking to Gordon?”

“Yes, and he is most emphatic that pizza should include pineapple in its toppings.”

“Gordon has issues.”

Virgil snorted. “That he does.” His brother looked up as John entered. Apparently, he was doing a medical supply inventory.

He had removed his baldric and harness, and was standing in his overalls-styled uniform without his usual green. It wasn’t right.

As if sensing John’s affronted senses, Virgil frowned. “You okay?”

John shrugged and sat down quietly, and obediently, on the small bed. “You need the green.”

Virgil looked down at himself, wrinkling his nose. “I do feel kind of naked.”

“So why did you take it off?”

“Didn’t need it. Need the suit for safety, but didn’t want to clink every time I moved.” He pulled the medscanner out of it protective sleeve on the bulkhead.

John held up a hand. “Sorry about before. I-“

Virgil put a hand on his arm. “Nothing. Been there, it’s not fun. Understandable.” And that was the end of that.

Virgil gently pushed John’s arm down to his side and began waving the scanner over John’s body.

Ten seconds later he turned off the scanner. “You’re good. Could do with some food, drink and sleep, but everything else is fine. You don’t even have any bruises.” A gentle smile. “You’re good, John.”

“Thank you.” There was a double meaning there, good in health and a compliment on a good job done. “And thank you for coming all the way up here. I could have saved you the trip.” He did know how to use the medscanner, after all.

“There is more to your health than what that scanner can tell me.” Virgil eyed him as he put the device away. “Besides, I like to see my all my brothers from time to time.”

“The time, Virgil. You should be in bed.”

Then as if to throw John completely out of whatever universe he was currently in, Alan bounded through the door. “Virg, it’s working. All ready to go.” His littlest brother looked up. “Oh, hey, John.” And he darted out as fast as he had entered.

“What?” The word burst out of his mouth. “How-?” He glared at Virgil. “What’s going on?”

But Virgil just straightened and smiled. “J Protocol.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” Virgil strode past him and pushed open the door. “Come with.”

John found his mouth open and had to shut it. “Virgil-“

“Nope.” His brother waved an arm towards the door. “C’mon.”

Instinctively, John knew that if he didn’t move, Virgil would start on more drastic transport options. After all, John had seen his heavy lifting brother throw Scott over his shoulder in exasperation.

Virgil always got his way eventually.

John let his shoulders drop and walked through the door.

This time he felt like stomping instead of slamming, but the same emotion was behind both.

“Virgil, I’m fine.”

His brother nudged him forward as he shut the door behind them. “Good. Keep it that way.”

“But-“

A strong arm wrapped around his shoulders. “John, you need this.”

“I-“

But his brother herded him through the airlock into the central hub of Thunderbird Five.

The sphere was full of brothers.

And pizza boxes.

Scott was sitting cross-legged like some kind of suspended Buddha, poking at his phone. Gordon was upside down chattering non-stop to Alan who was the right way up - there was no ‘up’ in space, but there definitely was an ‘up’ on Thunderbird Five, despite the lack of gravity in her central hub - and conversing with an ease that spoke of extensive space experience.

An irrational sense of pride of his littlest brother swelled John’s heart.

All at once the three brothers realised John was in the room.

“Johnny! Welcome to the party!”

Alan flipped midair in an obvious over-the-top move to land right next to John. “Hey, John, way until you see what we’ve done.”

John frowned. “What have you done?” They better not have messed with his ‘bird.

But Scott had unfolded and was narrowing in on John with a frown. He didn’t say anything, just glanced a question at Virgil who gave him a nod.

His two eldest brothers were irritating when they did that, especially when the non-verbal conversation was obviously about him.

Scott reached out and gently clasped John’s arm. “Good job out there today.”

Yesterday, technically. “What are you all doing up here?”

“Pizza party!” Gordon’s eyes were glowing with glee.

“At 2.30 in the morning?”

Scott shrugged. “Sometimes pizza is just needed.” And there was something in his big brother’s eyes.

Goddamnit, he was fine.

But then Scott gently pulled him into a hug. It wasn’t tight, just a wrap of his arms around John, his head resting, just touching John’s shoulder.

The room was oddly silent.

And John found himself leaning into the hug. His brother’s caring touch etching into his skin, drawing him in deeper, feeding a need he hadn’t realised he had.

His head fell quietly onto Scott’s shoulder. The moment it touched, his brother’s grip tightened just a fraction before loosening again…so, so gentle.

Oh god.

But then Scott was equally as gently pulling away, blue eyes eyeing him as if unsure how he would react. Perhaps gauging his next move.

A big hand landed on his back and its partner wrapped around Scott’s shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” Virgil nudged himself between them, aiming for the huge pile of floating boxes.

The moment snapped and the world started moving again. Gordon and Alan joined Virgil with the boxes, happily discussing toppings…which ultimately led to the ongoing war between yes-pineapple and no-pineapple on pizza.

Gordon was never going to win that one, outvoted four to one, but he was a determined fish and kept up the battle at every chance.

It was a familiar sound of home.

Blue eyes were still staring at him. Saying so much unsaid.

“Hey, Johnny, me and Virg set up something cool for you.” Alan was bouncing as much as he could in a zero-g environment.

It forced John to look away from Scott. “What have you done?”

“Virgil said he wanted to set you free, but keep you safe, so we did this.” Alan poked at his wrist control.

And the hub walls disappeared.

What?

All his brothers, the stack of pizza, the random slice of pepperoni that chose that moment to drift through his eyeline - all of it, and them, was floating above the night side of Earth with nothing around them.

Thunderbird Five was gone.

His breath caught in his throat. “How?”

Virgil was smiling as he gazed at the view, pizza slice in hand. “A few more sensors on her hull, improved communication with the holoprojectors, and a little bit of programming by Alan, and you have your own space-themed holodeck.”

He stared at the lights of Auckland and Sydney. “You built me a holodeck?”

“Isn’t it cool?!” Alan was definitely bouncing.

John nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool.”

“This is the default view. It draws directly from Five’s exterior sensors. What you see here is what you’d see if we were outside. But I did add a few of my favourites for you and tweaked the input from your telescopes.”

Alan poked at his wrist control and Earth vanished.

It was replaced with a view of the Andromeda Galaxy. They were staring down at a sea of swirling stars surrounded by the deepest darkness.

“It’s not interactive, though. The processing power required for this resolution is huge and Five does have a much larger program it needs to keep safe.” He looked up for a moment, but when there was no response, Alan warily turned his attention back to John. “If you want to add more views, we’ll need to up Five’s storage. We should probably do that anyway. Never hurts to have more storage.”

“Says the video game addict.” Gordon snorted.

“Hey, your holos of fish take up more room than my games.”

“Are you kidding? Zombie death 16 pushed me onto external storage.”

“That was an accident.”

“How?”

“I may have put it on the house servers twice.”

“What? Did you delete it?”

“Of course I did.”

“Guys?” Virgil’s voice was ever so tolerant.

Gordon and Alan glanced at John. “Sorry.” It was a chorus of the both of them.

No, this was fine. It really was.

Andromeda glowed beneath them.

His family was…being his family.

And there was pizza.

He let himself float and closed his eyes.

The smell of toasted cheese and tomato sauce, peppers, that unique pizza smell.

His brothers talking quietly - Gordon and Alan still at it, but desperately trying to be quiet about it. John would look at digital storage options both for Tracy Island and Thunderbird Five tomorrow.

At the moment…

A soft touch to his shoulder and Virgil was offering him a slice of cheeseburger pizza, his favourite.

Scott had gone back to being aTracy Industries Buddha…until Virgil coasted past, snatched his phone out of his hand, and smoothly replaced it with a slice of pepperoni and cheese.

Scott’s protest was muffled by Virgil’s glare.

John bit into his pizza slice surrounded by his family and an amazing projection of his second favourite galaxy.

Yes, he liked to be alone.

But he also loved his family.

And they loved him enough to follow him.

-o-o-o-

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20 Zentimeter - Takuma Ino x Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2.5K WARNINGS: Crack? Mentions of alcohol. F!Reader! SUMMARY: Foreign Reader Y/N finds a song in her native language during karaoke. (My condolences, reader is from a german speaking country.) A/N: I don't claim any responsibility. -> If you enjoy my fics, please consider buying me a ko-fi, thank you! ╰┈➤ ⋆❝masterlist❞⋆

Under any other circumstances Y/N would have dreaded going out with a bunch of people, especially so during the week when she knew it most probably involved alcohol. But there weren’t many times in which Takuma Ino joined in these nights out, and she couldn’t miss the chance to spend time with him.

You see, Y/N had a crush on Ino ever since she took the brave step of moving to Japan. Obviously, she wasn’t from this country, making it harder for her to engage with people around her age. In her own culture and language she was much more open, albeit still being an introvert most times. But with the newfound language barrier she became much more isolated, at least that’s what it felt like.

She never questioned her mysterious powers or the fact that she could see monsters, or even why her mother seemed to know about it. And she certainly never questioned why her mother seemed to know other people with the same abilities. One of which, as she was told, was the principal of a school for people like her. Long story short, her mother had transferred her to the school with principal Yaga (as she was later informed) immediately admitting her due to her family heritage, which she didn’t fully understand when it was explained to her.

None of that mattered to her anymore, it had been a few years since her transfer and it would only be a few more months until she’d officially graduate. Due to the age difference between her and the first years she couldn’t fully connect with any of them. But Nanami had often paired her up with Ino, as he figured that the two would connect more.

“Earth to Y/N. Hello?” Nobara waved a hand in front of her eyes to drag Y/N out of her daze.

“Yes, sorry. I just zoned out.” A rosy hue dusted her cheeks as she pulled on her jacked sleeve in order to avoid her gaze. 

“Hm… happens a lot when that idiot is around.” Nobara’s comment instantly fueled Y/N blush more. The first year student rolled her eyes at the older one’s obvious crush, even though she had never confirmed it properly.

“He’s not an idiot.” Y/N responded as she glanced at Ino, who was currently engaged in a seemingly deep conversation with Yuji about god knows what.

“Just tell him you like him. It’s getting annoying.” The first year secretly cheered for her female upperclass(wo)man. However, she was annoyed with Y/N for not confessing. Nobara had watched her pine for Nanami’s protege for months.

“Shut up.” With that Y/N turned around and put her hands into her jacket pockets.

The entire group consisting of all first and second year students as well as Y/N and Ino was still standing on the school grounds, discussing where to go and what to do on their fun night out.

“Let’s go karaoke!” Y/N didn’t have to look to know who it was that threw the idea into the room. There was only one person who’d always be up for karaoke, and it was unfortunately Ino. Much to her dismay, everyone seemed to agree, except for the grumble of disapproval coming from Megumi. She had to give props to Yuji and Nobara for successfully dragging him along.

Absentmindedly Y/N tagged along when the entire group made their way to a random karaoke venue somewhere in Tokyo.

With her only having learned japanese within the past few years it wasn’t easy for her to open up, and she knew that if there was alcohol involved it’d only be worse for her. At least if she slipped into her native language no one would know what kind of nonsense she’d ramble on about.

————

The hours passed, and the alcohol flowed endlessly as Ino kept ordering rounds and rounds of different types of liquor to their private room.

One by one each of them graced the group with their intoxicated and loud singing voices. A big highlight was the duet of Panda and Yuji, but Y/N’s personal favorite was Nobara dragging Maki up mid-song to turn the ballad she chose into a love song.

Each time one of them suggested for Y/N to come up and sing she shook her head. However, while the others accepted this, Ino didn’t. He was dead set on getting her to sing at least one song.

“Come on. Just one song. For me?” If his pleading voice wasn’t enough already, Ino then pulled his best puppy eyes, effectively melting Y/N’s heart like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. No doubt he knew about her crush.

“Maybe after a few more drinks…” She couldn't outright deny him anything, not when he looked at her with his big brown eyes and a pout that made her chest tighten. But her answer seemed to satisfy him at least somewhat for now since he nodded with a bright smile and turned towards the others to pick out another duet with someone.

Y/N briefly closed her eyes, damning herself for even saying maybe, knowing that Ino wouldn’t let this go, but how could she ever refuse him anything when he unknowingly already had her heart?

There was no way around it, she’d have to sing at least one song, so maybe they had something easy or something fun in their list of available songs. After downing two shots, to make up for the lack of courage, she grabbed the catalog and skipped through all available options. 

She barely acknowledged Nobara and Ino belting out the lyrics to a Spice Girl’s song when she noticed a certain title in the list of songs. There, in the middle of Tokyo in a random karaoke venue, was an old German party song that probably no one here had ever heard before. But it was one song that Y/N was very familiar with. Courtesy of her older siblings. But should she really go for this one choice? At least no one would know what she’d sing about and no one could laugh about her per se, considering they’d all just laugh about how awkward the song sounded.

It was this song or nothing. As if the title had touched something deep inside her that, something that had been resting ever since she stepped foot onto japanese grounds.

At this point she had consumed a handful of shots and drinks but it wasn’t even nearly enough to get her through this song. Luckily, it didn’t take long for Ino’s latest order of drinks to arrive, and just like that, before either of the other’s could even grab one of the cocktail bottles Y/N had already reached for it, filled her glass and downed it in one gulp.

As if that wasn’t enough, the entire group watched with wide eyes as she downed a second glass right after.

“Hey, slow down. You okay?” It was Ino from beside her who spoke up and asked her. If the alcohol hadn’t taken a speed route through her system she would have melted from his caring tone.

“I’m fine!” She slurred her words without any hesitation. It was a sight Ino had never seen before, neither had anyone else in the little group, but she seemed happy and even excited so what could go wrong?

Ino watched her reach for one of the microphones and stand up, albeit a little clumsily. If he wasn’t worried about her he would have found it adorable.

In all her drunken glory Y/N navigated her way through the song library until she found what she was looking for.

The blasting pop beats that sounded from the speakers instantly caught all attention from the group and when Y/N stumbled around the table to take the tiny stage Ino’s eyes followed her. The last thing anyone expected of the usual introvert and rather quiet girl was how she started to jump, bounce and even dance to the rhythm before singing along with the background vocals.

Everyone watched her but no one observed her as attentively as Ino did. His eyes followed her every move, seemingly out of concern but mostly because it had become a habit for him. He had very quickly developed a crush on her, which made him feel as nervous but also as giddy as a teenager. He’d never openly admit it to anyone however. Except Nanami, but only after the Grade 1 sorcerer had successfully, and in a matter of minutes, deduced that Ino seemed infatuated with her.

His racing thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Y/N started to fully get into the song and suddenly he realized that he had no idea what the hell she was singing about.

No matter how hard he tried to listen in on the words she sang, it all sounded like gibberish to him.

“Das kannst du echt vergessen, da hast du dich vermessen!” Y/N’s loud voice sounded out as she sang along to the lyrics and continued to jump around like a happy child. It was truly endearing to Ino, if he hadn’t been so damn confused by the song choice.

“20 Zentimeter, sind es jetzt nicht und nicht später. Du solltest dazu stehen, er ist leicht zu übersehen!” For some reason he seemed to be the only one, everyone else jammed to it, dancing in their seats as well as trying to sing along with the gibberish.

The feeling of being spoken to indirectly came over him more and more, considering Y/N kept glancing at him whenever she sang her stupid outlandish song. But what the hell did she try to tell him with it? It drove him crazy. All he wanted was to build a bridge to her, make a connection and get closer to her to maybe finally confess his crush to her.

“20 Zentimeter.” Y/N almost bellowed out the lyrics in her intoxicated state, and even Ino noticed that she seemed to jumble some of the words together. He blamed the alcohol and tried his best to simply focus on her and how overjoyed she seemed.

Once her song ended however, she reverted back into the quieter person. She was ready to sit back down but Megumi stood up and dragged Yuji with him, announcing to the rest of the group that all of them should get their asses home. Understandably so, since Megumi was the only one who paid attention and realized that the karaoke place would close soon. On top of that the annoyance he felt was written all over his face. 

There were no objections. In all honesty, Y/N found it quite admirable of Megumi to be so responsible. He was the youngest in the group, yet he seemed to be the most mature one. She nodded towards his words, just like the rest of them did when they gathered their things and dashed out of the building.

Just before leaving the karaoke venue Megumi purchased some bottles of water for everyone, which he now handed out to each person. Courtesy of being the least intoxicated as well as being in possession of the only brain cell in the group. 

The cool water in combination with the chilly refreshing breeze made Y/N feel a lot more sober in contrast to how tipsy she felt before. Almost naturally she fell into a pace that was just a tad bit slower than the group. She strolled a few steps behind the group, alone with her thoughts, and didn’t even notice Ino walking next to her.

“What was that song about?” His sudden words startled her and caused her heart to beat faster. A natural fight or flight reaction.

“You almost gave me a cardiac arrest.” She said as she  breathed in and out deeply to steady her racing heart. It wasn’t her intention to ignore his question, she simply didn’t pay attention to what he said when he surprised her.

“Sorry…” He chuckled innocently and continued speaking, “but that song. It’s not a language I know. What was it about?”

“Oh. Well..” She started but quickly let the word face out into nothingness. The song wasn’t very appropriate. The message and actual lyrics weren’t really bad, just the meaning of it was vulgar.

“It’s just that you kept looking at me when you sang.” Shit. How the hell was she supposed to explain the lyrics of it to him now? Why couldn’t the ground open up and swallow her hole right at this moment?

Her face heated up to the point she knew that if she was a cartoon character her features would be scarlet red. Inside her head she screamed of embarrassment. For now she was thankful that the streetlights on their way were in such poor shape. It prevented Ino from seeing her intense blush.

Minutes felt like hours for Y/N when she tried to come up with the least embarrassing explanation. No way in hell could she tell him what the song was about.

“It’s about measurements!” She blurted out, almost too quick for him to understand, but he unfortunately caught it, even if he couldn’t make any sense of her words. His face mirrored his confusion as he stared at her with furrowed brows. It was a clear WTF written all over his handsome features.

Y/N tried her hardest to keep looking ahead, to focus on walking, or literally anything else, besides her pounding heart. Her cheeks surely could heat up an entire building in the deepest winter.

So close. Almost home. Her mind was racing but the sight of her apartment complex just about a hundred meters away caused her chest to feel lighter. Subconsciously she sped up her pace a little.

“I… It’s really just a silly german song. Nothing more to it.” She murmured after another moment. For a brief second she felt somewhat bad and guilty for attempting to dismiss the entire topic like this. He was right, she did glance at him too many times during her drunken performance, but it wasn’t her fault. It was all the alcohol’s fault!

When the two of them almost reached the front door of the building she turned her face towards him, ready to bid him goodnight. Ino seemed to have other plans as he spoke up before she even had the chance.

“I’m gonna find out what it means.” His voice was dripping with confidence. Once he found something he wanted he wouldn’t let go.

“But maybe you can give me some private german lessons, how about it?” Y/N didn’t expect his flirtatious tone or the wink he sent in her direction. Momentarily she froze on the spot. Ino just chuckled when he realized that he caused her to malfunction for a hot minute.

The way her cheeks now reminded him of freshly picked strawberries only made his smile brighter. 

“Goodnight, gorgeous.” He chuckled once more. Eventually he turned around as he took some steps backwards, making his way towards his own place and leaving behind an extremely flustered Y/N with a racing heart and a bright blush.

[antiwhores]

Surrendered! - Bakugou x villain!reader

——-

A villain who dynamite couldn’t catch? Crazy. Especially a villain that cant even villain right.

This has been sitting in the drafts for months. I just decided to finish it because I’ve been gone for a bit. Short drabble

You were possibly the most annoying fucking villain ever. Bakugou would die on that hill.

You had built quite a name for yourself in the villain society. You were known as Dynamite’s archenemy; or migma. Because you were the only villain he couldn’t get rid of. You were actually rather respected in the villain community for it.

The government calls you a villain but some people would say you’re more of an anti hero than a villain.

Its not as if you kill people or anything. You are no mass murderer - you have never killed someone. Nor do you have any planes to take over the city or destroy all heros. You have never put a civilian in danger. In fact, you’re known to help people. Sometimes during intense battles you’ll even swoop in to get civilians and maybe throw off the villains from a far. You’re just… mildly infuriating.

Your evil doings are just stupid pranks with your stupid quirk that you had no license to use. And it absolutely infuriated Katsuki.

Some of your most well known feats are as such:

you hacked into the Japan news broadcast just to stream a video of you doing horrible karaoke of old 2000s albums.

You broke into hero Dynamites agency, stole some computers and made sure to keep their location on. Then you sent the whole agency on a wild goose chase to find them and what they hoped was you.

You cut the power in the building of one of the most important hero celebrations and award ceremonies right when they were announcing the number one hero.

You planted a harmless but rapidly spreading pineapple species in low income neighborhoods. They spread like flowers in the cracks of a fluorescent city in no time. Apparently its “vandalism” but everyone got to eat for a bit.

Everything you have done, it was to piss off a certain group of people.

Dynamite started chasing you around about 3 years ago when he was climbing the ranks after UA. And in all these years he has never been able to catch you.

You are the only thing that he cant win against because you always have an idea.

So naturally, he’s heavily on guard when he follows you down a busy street. A quirk was imprinted on him to completely mask his identity. He was like a whole new person.

Little did he know that you knew it was him. He can hide his face and voice but he can’t hide his booming presence.

Too bad you didn’t have time to indulge in some teasing with him. You had just done another one of your crimes a week ago and you had to see someone. It wasn’t too bad this time, you just blew up a building that was destroying the local echo system. No one was hurt, you evacuated everyone.

This person you had to see had key information on another man you needed to find. So you hoped that Dynamite would fuck off long enough for the quick conversation to end as you stood in an alleyway.

The man spoke to you in your mind. A telekinetic.

When he was done, he spoke aloud.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, offering you one. You refused. “Also, I’m sure you know this lass but…” He puffs out smoke to the opposite side of you and points directly at the wall Dynamites hiding behind. “That man has been following us for quite a bit!”

Dynamite barely holds back his sharp intake of breath. He thought that he was being to slick! What the fuck is up with you and your friends? At least you didn’t know who he was.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “thats my best-friend.” You spun towards him, lifting your hands to project your voice. “Where are your manners? Following a lady! Come say hello Dynamite!”

Damn it all.

In a split second he’s on you but you’re even faster. You’re suddenly behind him, embracing him in a tight hug.

“I haven’t seen you in like 6 months, Dynamite!” You squeal. “I was afraid you moved on to those other stupid villains. Like that bitch Movaro. You know, she tried to kill me!”

He’s been held in this grip before and he knows you have no intention of running away until he cuffs you so he just lets you speak into his neck.

“Serves you fucking right.” He reached behind his back and drags you off by your hoodie with one hand. You just let him hold you off the ground in front of him with a smile.

Although he hates to admit it, he’s grown quite attached to you. These past 3 years have been… weird. All he thinks about is how he wants to jail you already. But jailing you seems so wrong for him. You’re a villain, sure, but no extra has avoided him successfully for 3 years straight like you have.

He slams you against the wall and pins you there, preparing for a move to escape. You just smile at him though, “I have good news!”

You put your hands up and behind your head, “I give up!”

[kit-walk3r]

Hey so can you write a fluff with Kyle, post death?

Like you guys are at the coven house n everything and the two of you share a bedroom, not the same bed. But anyway, Kyle was having trouble pronouncing words and you got him like a tablet so he could like play educational games or something. Or you play music for him and try and teach him the lyrics of like a Lana del ray song or your favorite song if you'd like! :)

Okay I love this! Unfortunately I don’t really know any Lana Del Ray songs so instead I used the song he sings in the tattoo parlour, I hope that’s okay :)

Rosanna (Kyle Spencer x fem!reader)

You find a new way of teaching Kyle and have fun along the way.

Warnings: none

You were sitting on your bed, reading, when you heard a loud thud and looked up to see Kyle drop his tablet on the floor in frustration. He was trying out a new learning program, and obviously it wasn’t going well. Sighing, you placed your book down and walked over to Kyle’s bed where he sat with his head hung in shame.

“Kyle, what’s wrong?” You asked, bending down to pick up the discarded tablet before taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“C-can’t do it,” Kyle stuttered. He didn’t look up at you. “Stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” you reassured him, placing the tablet on the nightstand before shifting so you were fully facing him. He still refused to look up at you, so you placed your fingers under his chin and gently lifted his head so that he met your gaze. “I promise you, you’re not.”

Kyle just huffed in defeat.

The digital learning games had been working great so far and had really helped Kyle come along with his speaking from where he was just a few months ago. However, the past couple of weeks they hadn’t been as useful and you noticed how Kyle was growing more and more frustrated.

It was sad. Kyle had been doing so well. He’d reached the point where he was able to form basic sentences and knew what to say if he wanted or needed something, but now he was just sort of stuck. He wasn’t taking in any more information. Perhaps the tablet had lost its use.

You thought for a moment. Kyle needed a new method of learning and, as much as you wanted to, you just didn’t have the time to stay and teach him yourself full time. He needed something fun, something that might stimulate his mind perhaps more creatively, instead of just leaving him to look at a screen for long hours of the day. But what?

You looked around the room for any sort of ideas. Books weren’t helpful, Kyle’s reading ability was still very limited. Maybe the television? Kyle enjoyed watching movies, maybe you could find some fun learning videos to help, or some children’s tv shows that helped educate them. He might enjoy those.

Then your gaze landed on a pair of headphones sitting on your own nightstand. Of course!

Music.

You knew that Kyle had been a big music fan before he died. Maybe music wouldn’t just help him learn words, it could help him remember things. It was worth a shot. Pulling out your phone, you quickly found one of Kyle’s social media profiles and flicked through to see if you could find any examples of music he liked to listen to.

You came across a video he was tagged in. It looked like a very drunk Kyle doing karaoke at some party, singing along badly to the song Rosanna by Toto. You rolled your eyes, of course that would be Kyle’s choice of music. You continued to watch the video for a couple of moments, and felt a pang of sadness when you saw how happy and carefree Kyle looked. You checked the date. The video was posted just three days before the crash.

Kyle grunted next to you and you turned to see that he was also watching the video with rather sad eyes. You wondered if he realised that it was him in the video singing. You quickly closed the video.

“I’ve got an idea,” you smiled. Quickly grabbing your headphones, you plugged them into your phone and extended one of the earbuds to Kyle. He looked at it blankly, not knowing what to do with it so you put it in his ear for him before doing the same for you. You found the song Kyle had been singing in that video, Rosanna, and pressed play.

Kyle flinched at the sudden loud sound of the intro to the song and you repressed a giggle at his surprised reaction. You watched him intently, looking for any sign of recognition, but Kyle’s face just stayed sort of blank. Maybe this wouldn’t work, after all.

However, just a few moments before you were ready to accept defeat Kyle closed his eyes and slowly began to hum the tune. Your own eyes widened at his obvious recognition and you couldn’t withhold the grin from your face as Kyle’s hums got louder and louder. He began to sway along to the song too, and you laughed at how much he was enjoying the music. He started mumbling too, and you realised that he was attempting to sing along. There were a few words he was able to say, but the majority was unidentifiable mumbles.

Overjoyed with how well this seemed to be working, you began to sing along too. You didn’t know much of the words, so your own attempt sounded rather similar to Kyle’s. But it was fun, something that had so desperately been missing from Kyle’s life since his resurrection.

In this moment he didn’t look like a boy who could barely speak or read or write. He didn’t look like a boy who had faced death and been stitched back together mismatched. A boy who had no control over his life anymore. He just looked like a boy, singing along to music with a girl.

•———•

It’s a bit shorter than usual but I hope this was okay! I love writing Kyle 🥰 Thank you for the request!

Remember, requests are open!

[celluceta]

✭ Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi & Ikkaku finding out you like Vocaloid + headcanons ✭

Hi there! Here are some silly headcanons I've been thinking about the past few days. I've been listening and drawing Vocaloid a lot lately and this idea popped in my head, so I hope you like it!! A good friend of mine helped me with this💚

Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors🫠

I had a lot to write about Law and Bepo...

Also I won't be talking about UTAU that much since I'm not very familiar with them,,, sorry.

🎐Please keep in mind these are MY headcanons! If yours are different, that's perfectly fine! Feel free to drop them in the comments if you want🎐

⭐Gender neutral reader⭐

Law

Ok so I headcanon there is a common room in the Polar Tang, with a couple of long sofas and where every member of the crew has their own little space somehow, like walls covered in posters and shelves filled with, books and even plushies of marine animals and their hobbies.

You were spending one morning there, listening to your favorite Vocaloid playlist in a den den mushi (you know, like the ones that appear in film red) when Law arrived, looking for a medicine book he didn’t have at his office.

Normally he would have just walked out the room, but as your den den mushi started playing Tokyo Teddy Bear, his eyes couldn't help but rush to look at you.

You noticed it and glanced at him as well. As your eyes met, he quickly looked back, grabbing the book and heading out the room.

"You like Vocaloid, captain?"

It took him a few seconds to answer before leaving you there. "Why would I do? It's a waste of time".

You were confused but didn't think much about it.

Until a couple of days later, when you walked past the door of his office and heard something familiar...

"Shinkai shoojo mada mada shizumu"

You couldn't believe it. You opened the door and looked at him with a smirk on your face, meeting with his shocked, flushed red face.

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" He shouted at you before you left the room giggling, hoping you wouldn't tell the rest of the crew.

He's not the biggest fan, but since Bepo is, he ended up liking a few songs. He would never admit it out loud though, he thinks it would ruin his image.

I can't stop thinking he listens to the most edgy Vocaloid songs... . ...

You know, Lost One's Wheeping, Ghost Rule, Aishite Aishite Aishite and more.

Definitely enjoys Kikuo more than any other vocaloid producer. Also Wowaka.

Nobody knows about this, but he knows the whole lyrics of The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku.

Bepo

Do I have to say it?

Seriously, do I have to say it?

This guy's OBSESSED. He's been listening to Vocaloid for years.

Maybe even before leaving Zou.

Everyone in the crew learned about Vocaloid thanks to him, so when he discovers you also enjoy it, he'll go so excited you'll get trouble understanding what he's saying. You'll see his eyes shining as he's speaking.

One day, on a karaoke session they decided to have not so long after you joined the crew, he started playing Ring no Shitensi.

"Oh, I know this one!"

And his sprakling eyes rapidly landed on you, his lips drawing a bright smile on his face.

He runs into you, not midning the music still playing as he holds your hands and starts talking to you so fast you can barely understand him.

You glanced nervously at Penguin and Shachi for a moment, and they just lifted their thumbs, telling you it was normal.

His favorite producers are definitely Mitchie M, Kinoshita and Livetune.

No matter how many redesigns Miku gets, he'll always prefer the first one.

He knows all the producers mentioned in Kagamine Let's Say the P Names. All of them.

He's one of those people who blast christmas music once it's October 1st, but instead of Mariah Carey it's just Snow Miku songs.

He has a space in his room dedicated exclusively to his lightstick collection, and he knows all existing choreographies from the concerts.

Obviously, in their karaoke sessions, he'll just sing Vocaloid (and Uta) songs.

He has dragged Penguin and Shachi with him, and the rest of the crew knows the lyrics of at least one song or two. Knowing about Vocaloid is inevitable when he's around.

When he discovers a new song Law might like, he eagerly shows him. Law always says he's not interested, but he ends up listening to it on repeat when he's alone.

And he's just as obsessed with UTAU as he is with Vocaloid.

Penguin & Shachi

I feel like instead of them reacting to you, you'd react to them.

Like, again, on a karaoke session, you'd see how they sing along with Bepo, and that just surprises you.

"I didn't know you guys liked Vocaloid!"

"You never asked" They said to you with a playful smirk.

They are glad you also enjoy the music, but don't mind as much as Bepo. Shachi would maybe express it better than Penguin.

Sometimes they join Bepo with the lightsticks, specially if he's playing classics as World is Mine or Luka Luka Night Fever. They ended up learning the movements from watching the bear.

Huge. Deco*27. Fans.

Also they enjoy a couple of Mitchie M and Neru songs, but leave the edgy ones to Law.

Would have a whole discussion over what Miku's voicebank is better on a daily basis.

"V4 pronunciation is way better, man"

"Yeah but it doesn't sound as robotic as V2. What's the point of Miku if she doesn't sound like a robot?"

Shachi's a Rin fan while Penguin prefers Len. Sometimes they tease each other like little kids over who's better, but at the end of the day they both enjoy the twins.

Not that much to say about these guys, just average fans.

Ikkaku

(so sad there aren't more GIFs where Ikkaku appears😭 but this one's fire anyways)

Short because she doesn't really care about Vocaloid that much.

She would be like "Oh that's cool" and continue what she was doing. She just doesn't care at all.

Definitely the most chilled listener among all of them.

V Flower and Gumi. That's it.

She doesn't listen to Vocaloid that often, just from time to time when she remembers they exist.

At first she was like "Wth are they doing..." whenever Bepo, Penguin and Shachi danced with the lightsticks, but now she's gotten used to it.

Has no problem listening to Bepo talk about Vocaloid for quite the long time.

But the bear made her hate Snow Miku songs. She wouldn't have if he didn't played them on repeat from October until the next one is released.

She actually enjoys some of the classics.

Specially Magnet.

You know why... 🧡🤍🩷

[beautifulchris]

broken promise

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader, seo changbin x jo serim

summary: what happens when you see your childhood best friend after 10 years, knowing there was a promise of love between you two?

genre: angst, fluff, childhood best friends to friends!au, non idol!au, established relationship!au, happy ending!!

wc: 2,9k

tw: reader's boss sucks, playful threats

notes: 🐭 anon this is for you! i hope i did your idea justice. italic is reader's thoughts! is that an open ending? yes, yes it is. feedback is always appreciated!

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @exfolitae @linos-catnip @prettymiye0n

stray kids tag list: @raethethey

You've been typing on that computer for the last three hours, yet the current task was not quite completed. Between the short deadlines and electricity mishaps, today hasn’t been good to you. Not that it was any of your boss’ business, as he put it a couple hours prior, and I quote: “I do not care if it doesn’t work, you better work this out quickly if you want to keep this job!”

You did try, for the customers, but at the end of the day, you were feeling exhausted and helpless. Useless.

It hadn’t always been like that. When you were a kid, you’d always help your classmates and younger kids. If you witnessed, even one of your classmates, bully anyone, in recess or anywhere else for that matter, you’d jump into the fight to protect the weak without a second thought. You’d feel powerful and useful. Changbin admired you for that.

Changbin.

Your childhood best friend.

He was part of the weak, but you made sure he was untouchable. Let’s just say you scared your fair share of bullies. A few years passed and you were inseparable; your parents were close friends so you’d spend the weekends and holidays together besides school.

Two weeks after Changbin turned fourteen, you were both seated on a rug on the beach, enjoying the summer holidays together at his parents’ beach house. The sun was setting, people were leaving to go dine somewhere else. You turned to stare at his side profile. He had a soft smile on, the sunset reflecting on his dark orbs, the light making his skin golden.

“Binnie.”

“Yeah?” he replied, facing the baby pink and light yellow clouds above the ocean.

“If we don’t find love in like 10 years, will we get married?”

He laughed for a good minute. “What are you on about?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I guess the atmosphere has something to do with it.” He hummed. “But do you agree?”

“Ask me again.”

You nudged him. “You’re not gonna laugh at me this time?”

He looked over his shoulder in your direction, lips pressed as to suppress a giggle. “I’ll try.”

“If we don’t find love by the age 25 or so, will we get married?”

He faked thinking, a hand on his chin. “Sure, we can. I’m certain you’ll find someone by then, though.”

“Me? Why?” you asked, curious. “I thought you were the one that was gonna find someone first.”

He shrugged. “You’re an amazing girl. If you think I will, why propose this?”

“Just felt like it. Thanks for the compliment Binnie, you’re the best best friend I could ask for.”

“I know,” he smirked while you pulled your tongue out.

A week after that, your parents left the city, taking you with them. For years, you couldn’t see your best friend, who eventually became a childhood best friend as you grew up apart and stopped talking.

The drive home from work was spent singing your heart out to your karaoke playlist to evacuate the stress. You were seriously contemplating quitting your job when you opened the door to your parents’ house.

You let out a long sigh and the voices quieted down in the kitchen. “I’m home!”

Thank your lucky stars it was the weekend. A good shower and—

“Honey, come in the kitchen please!” You didn’t like the tone your mom used, it reminded you of the day she told you you’d have to pack your bags and leave your whole childhood behind.

What you discovered upon entering the room was far from everything you could expect.

A young man was standing there, strangely looking like…

Wait.

What?

Seo Changbin, in the flesh, was sitting on a chair next to your mom. Your dad was propped up against the counter.

“Look who’s here! Surprise!” Your mom’s excited voice, your dad’s big smile with a thumbs up and Changbin’s awkward stance… that was too much.

You mumbled about needing a shower and did just that. After about 30 minutes of washing yourself and overthinking, you came back to the kitchen where they were still talking, except it was almost time for dinner.

“Hi,” you greeted everyone. “Sorry about earlier, it was a shitty day.”

Your mom got up and hugged you. Her hugs always comforted you.

“I’m sorry bun, do you want to talk about it?”

“Not right now. I see that an old soul has joined us.”

Changbin got up. “Hey Y/N, how have you been?”

He wasn’t like you remembered. He looked like he spent the last decade at the gym. It was a nice view. Although you hoped he didn’t do it because you weren’t there anymore to protect him.

He seemed to hear your thoughts. “Ah, yeah, I work out a bit. I’ve become what you could call a gym rat.”

Shaking your head—were you staring???—, you cleared your throat. “I’m alright. How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. I asked if I could stay for a few days, and your parents said yes. I hope you don’t mind?”

“It’s nothing Changbin-ah, you’re family!” your mom chimed in.

If I don’t mind? We haven’t seen each other in ten years and you’re appearing in the kitchen out of nowhere after I thought about you on my way back from work. But do I mind?

“I don’t. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.”

“I’m starving,” your dad said as he clapped his hands. “Who wants salad?”

“Dad, seriously?” You needed something more than a salad right now.

“Just kidding, your mom made Changbin’s favorite!”

Typical. You turned to your childhood best friend. “So, how are you here?”

“Turns out our parents still talk to each other, so when I said I wanted to come to this city, they arranged something for me.”

“When your mom told me I was so happy! We haven’t seen you in so long. I knew Y/N would be delighted to see you too. You’re welcomed in our home any time, always.”

He bowed to your mom. “Thanks, ms.”

“It's nothing! As I said before, we only have two rooms, so we put a mattress in Y/N’s bedroom. Are you both ok with that?”

Oh, I haven’t thought of that.

“Sure.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, love,” your mom told her husband, “it reminds me of old times, when they were inseparable.” She turned to you and Changbin. “We always thought you’d end up together, especially with your silly—sorry, endearing—promise of marriage at 25, was it? That will be next year.”

Changbin looked lost while you were uncomfortable with the memory, putting your head in your hands. As classic parents, they enjoyed reminding you of your awkward past.

Changbin laid down on the thick mattress while you did the same on your comfortable bed. You stared at the ceiling, your hands crossed over your stomach.

“I see you’ve kept your promise.”

What? How could he even—

“You said you’ll always hang that OneRepublic poster. It hasn’t aged.”

Ah.

“But we did.”

He chuckled. “We did indeed. I came here for an appointment with a client tomorrow morning. And to surprise my girlfriend. What are the odds of her being in the same town as you?”

You felt your heart shatter at his words. Girlfriend.

“Why not go to her directly?”

There was a lump forming in your throat.

“And missing the chance to see you again? No, thank you. I didn’t forget about you Y/Nie, I’m sorry. I’m really glad I get to see you again and I genuinely would like for us to be friends again. It might not be like before, but we can work something out, what do you think?”

The silence was loud as he waited for an answer. He could’ve come to his girlfriend without seeing you and you would’ve never known he was here. But he chose to be here in your house. It had to mean something, right?

Finally, after gathering enough courage, you replied. “Yeah. We can be friends. Are you meeting her soon?”

“Cool,” he smiled. “Yeah, I’ll wait for her outside her house tomorrow, after work.”

“Uh, this is your plan? Waiting for her at her house is a bit creepy. Why don’t you ask her to go somewhere?”

“Ah, you’re right. I can send her a message to meet at a café or something.”

You nodded, even if he couldn’t see you clearly from the floor. “Tell her you have a surprise prepared for her.”

“Where should we go? Do you know any cute and romantic places?” he asked as he typed on his phone.

“Sure. There’s a super cute café a few blocks away, its name is Lovestay. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

What am I doing?

“Thanks Y/Nie, you’re the best.”

“Of course Binnie, I’m here for you. Always.”

“You know, about the promise of marriage… I honestly forgot about it. And since I have a girlfriend, the promise doesn’t stand anymore… right?”

You don’t know how you’re keeping your composure, because you have a strong desire to cry.

“No, it doesn’t. It was only if we were both single, and even so, that would be too weird with the circumstances.”

“I agree. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“Me too, Binnie.”

You spent most of the night catching up, recounting each other's anecdotes of your school years, explaining your respective jobs, spilling the latest tea. The more you talked, the less the situation overwhelmed you and the more you felt at ease.

Changbin became a music producer, with a flourishing soundcloud account. He was now a pillar at the gym, even giving tips to newbies. He loved his job. He loved his girlfriend. He was happy.

In contrast to you, he had his life together.

You hated your boss. You were single. You were still hung up on your childhood best friend. You were unhappy.

Seeing him had filled you with joy until you learned about his girl, and you were even helping him surprise her. What a loser.

The next day, he went to his appointment according to plan, then he came back for lunch happily. After that, he changed for his date and insisted on showing you his outfit. It was simple, yet complimenting him nicely.

“Do I look good enough?”

You look perfect.

“Yes, you look fine. Now go, it’s better if you’re there before her.”

“You’re right.” He was fidgeting nervously. “Can you come with me?”

You shook your head in disbelief, clearly judging him. “Are you out of your mind?”

“What?” he asked, surprised by your reaction.

“Who goes to see their girlfriend and brings another girl with them? Now, go.”

“Ah, you’re right.”

“You said that already,” you sighed, pushing him out of the house.

“Ok, I’m going. Wish me luck!”

“Good luck kid!” your dad shouted from the stairs.

He came back late that night. He told you all about it in detail. Details you did not wish to know about. But he seemed genuinely happy, which warmed your heart, instead of breaking it this time.

Your mom had asked you about your job, and you went on an angry rant about your boss, then Changbin and your feelings for him. First, she apologized for bringing him here without asking you first and, therefore, without knowing how you felt about him. Second, she cursed your boss out and told you to do whatever you felt comfortable doing. She would support you either way.

You thanked her and told her you would think about it, and that it was ok for Changbin to be here even if it felt weird.

You had spent the remainder of the day overthinking about your old friend and what he meant to you. After a thorough analysis, it struck you that the fact you kept the promise unconsciously made you turn down every possibility of a romance. You blamed the timing every time.

You also came to the conclusion it was perhaps more of a nostalgic, longing feeling than love. It wasn’t like you spent the last decade heartbreakingly waiting for him to return to you. You realized you had been missing your best friend, not your crush.

It was sunday morning, and you were slowly waking up.

The second you opened your eyes, you were met with Changbin’s wide opened ones looking at you. “You’re finally awake!”

“It’s an illusion,” you groaned, closing them again.

“I was thinking and I’d love for you to meet her! Please?”

“Who?”

Friendly reminder: you just woke up and were far from your daily eight hours of sleep.

“My girlfriend, you know, the love of my life.”

“Right. Sure. Is she ok with it though?”

“Of course, she actually asked for it.” You opened your eyes again, staring straight at him.

“She did?” He nodded. “Don’t tell me you talked about me yesterday?!”

He blatantly ignored your question. “She invited us to her place. Let’s get dressed and go!”

“Wait, right now?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s ten in the morning on a sunday, give me time to adjust.”

“You haven’t changed. Come on,” he got to his feet, “get up!”

You whined, holding your blanket tightly. “Give me five minutes.”

“Don’t make me put you out of your own bed.”

“Don’t you dare.” You put a finger up and frowned.

“I really want to, though,” he pouted.

“Do it and I’ll make sure you never see the light of day ever again,” you threatened.

“You can’t hurt me, I’m all buff now.”

He contracted his muscles and you laughed loudly. “I could still take you.”

“Try me.”

You smiled. “In five minutes.”

“Your five minutes were up two minutes ago.”

“You were counting?!”

“Well, yeah.”

You crossed your arms, pouting. “Fraud.”

“You’re a fraud,” he countered as he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Let me sleep!!”

“No.”

Twenty minutes later, you were out of the comfort of your house and walking alongside Changbin to see his girlfriend.

You were walking like a condemned woman while he was making little happy noises and jumping around.

It was definitely too early for you.

You took the bus for about fifteen minutes, then walked five more minutes. She lived in an apartment on the third floor, at least that was where Changbin was knocking.

A beautiful woman answered the door soon after. Long black hair, soft skin and features, a little bit shorter than your friend, cute smile.

For a moment, you stared at her without saying a word. You were in awe at how pretty she looked.

“Y/N,” Changbin called, clearing his throat, “I present you Serim, my girlfriend. Serim,” he turned to her, “this is Y/N, my childhood best friend.”

Snapping out of it, you raised your hand for her to shake but she hugged you instead. It took you and Changbin by surprise, the look you two shared confirmed it.

“Binnie talked about you so much, I was impatient to meet you!” She let go of you. “Sorry, I should've asked first,” she whispered, smiling sweetly at you. “Please, come in!”

She moved away for you to enter, which you did, Changbin following suit, an amused smile on.

“Do you want something to drink?” Serim asked after closing the door.

“Water would be nice, please.”

“Me too love,” Changbin said before getting closer to her and kissing her temple.

“Be right back, make yourself at home!” Serim grinned before disappearing into the kitchen.

You entered the living room and sat on the dark green couch, admiring the room. There were plants on either side of the soft and comfortable couch, a long and packed library on the side, a big tv screen in front with leds behind it and a collage of posters on the other side and all around the large door leading to the kitchen and entrance.

She came back soon after with the drinks, put them on the table then sat next to you. Changbin sat on the armchair next to her.

“Y/N, I’ve heard so much about you! I found out we were in the same town when I moved in three months ago. Binnie spent all this time organizing his trip.”

“Yeah, I had the chance to get the rendezvous yesterday,” he added.

“You were lucky," you nodded. "Serim, you have a lot of style by the way, I adore your living room.”

“Thank you! Changbin is actually no stranger to the decor, he helped with the posters.”

“Good job guys, it's so cool! So, how long have you been together?”

“Yesterday marked our first year together,” Changbin said, looking at his girl lovingly. She took his hand in hers and turned back to you.

“Of course, he didn't say a word. Thanks for contributing to the surprise, Y/N.”

“I'm glad I can be of any help.”

“You're an angel,” she said in all honesty.

Serim was an awesome girl, you were glad they found each other.

On monday morning, you quit your job and definitely left the building under the yelling of your boss—well, former boss.

Changbin was moving in with Serim soon after finishing preparing everything in his city. As a music producer, he could live basically anywhere but he had to move a lot.

You two were talking almost daily, and you were seeing Serim often as well. She gave you the idea of downloading a dating app, to ‘see how it goes’.

On thursday, you were going to a job interview at 3pm and to a date at 5pm.

Who knows what will happen next?

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Anything For You

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader

Warnings: Oh, lawdy. Where do I begin? mentions of alcohol, kissing, fluff, SMUT! oral (f and m receiving), fingering, slightly dom!Bob, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, cream pie and... I think that's it?

Notes: Shout out to @green-socks and @maggiescarborough for looking this over. It was a huge help 💜

And thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for lending me her dividers 💜

And thanks to @serpentssss for the amazing ask 💕

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You’d been with Bob for a little over two years and despite him being away for some of that time, it had been the best years of your life. You could honestly say you’ve never loved anyone like you love Bob and you knew he felt the same. He never missed an opportunity to tell you that, and everything was easy with him. Like it was meant to be.

So when he one day asked if you wanted to move in with him, you said yes even before he finished his sentence. And that’s how you found yourself here in the middle of your housewarming party. Bob had invited some of his Top Gun buddies and you had invited the friends you knew would fly here. Already feeling like a navy wife, you had to move away from home for Bob, but you didn’t mind, you’d follow him anywhere.

The night had been full of drinks, karaoke (where Rooster had laid claim on the mic) and lots of dancing. Bob would often find you and give you sweet kisses, before returning to his buddies. But he always kept you close, smiling every time you caught his eye. He was happier than you’d ever seen him before. And so were you.

Later you escape the warmth of the living room, joining Laila in the cool night air out on the terrace. Sipping on your drinks, you catch up on everything that has happened with her since you moved away. But it doesn’t take long before she turns her attention back to you.

“Tell me everything. How are things with you and Bob?”

“Everything is good. I’m seriously on cloud nine. I’m so happy.” You pause, smiling wide from ear to ear. “Bob is amazing. The sweetest and most caring guy I’ve ever met. I love him so much.”

“But…?”

You look up, only to find her leaning forward with a raised eyebrow. Fidgeting with the label on your bottle, you just shrug and try to seem indifferent, when you look back into her eyes.

“No buts. Everything is great.”

She just gives you a knowing look, coaxing you to tell more. Damn, she knows you too well and could always spot if there was anything remotely wrong. You really shouldn’t say anything, because it really wasn’t a problem, was it?

“Well, I… Okay, it’s… No, I can’t say that.”

“Come on, sweetie. What is it?”

You almost feel ashamed that you’ve made it seem like there’s a problem. Especially since you should have just talked to Bob about it instead. But he is so sweet and you’re afraid he won’t understand. 

“Okay. It’s… sexual. But before I tell you, I’ll let you know that the sex is great, just so you don’t get any ideas.”

She just nods, ready to listen. You sigh heavily, before turning towards her.

“Okay, so… The problem is that--- Maybe he’s too nice?” you pause, cringing at the way you sound. “Sometimes I just wish he could be a little rougher. Be a little more dominating, take charge. He is so sweet and always makes sure I’m satisfied, but I wish that he just once took charge and… Hell, he doesn’t even have to make me come if he could just grab me by the throat or something. Just once.”

She just nods, knowing exactly what you mean. Your ex was the polar opposite of Bob personality wise, but the sex had been mind-blowing. You love that Bob is a lover, but sometimes you wish he could just be rougher with you. 

Feeling silly over the whole thing, you quickly tell Laila not to say anything and keep quiet. Bob doesn’t need to know about this, cause really, you are happy and would hate if he got hurt over this. Laila gets up and holds out her hand.

“Wanna come back inside with me?”

“In a few. It’s hot as hell in there.”

You give her hand a little squeeze, before she walks to the door. When she steps over the threshold, she almost bumps into Bob. Wide eyed and fidgeting with the little straw in his cup, Laila has no doubt that Bob heard every word.

A few hours later, the guests are gone and you’re standing in the mess they left. You loved them all, but man, they were messy. Looking towards the bedroom, you see the soft light seeping out between the door and the frame. Bob had already gone to bed as the last guest left. He had seemed a bit off the last couple of hours, but maybe Hangman had just forced him to do a shot. That always seemed to make him go under faster.

But to your surprise, Bob isn’t in the bed when you enter the bedroom. Sitting in the chair in the corner, he looks to the glass in his hand, the liquor swirling around softly. When you call his name, he doesn’t look up, just downs the shot, before putting the glass down next to a bottle of whiskey on the table. It’s not until then his eyes meet yours followed by a dark expression on his face.

“Bob? What's wrong?”

Pushing off the armrests, he stands and slowly makes his way over to you, his gaze intense. As he stops mere inches from you, he reaches up and cups your jaw, his thumb gently caressing the soft flesh of your cheek.

“Do you love me?”

Taken aback by his words, not knowing why he would ever ask you that question like this, it takes you a few seconds to answer. 

“Of course. You know I love you more than anything. Bob, wh-”

“Quiet.”

It’s not a request, but a straight up order. So you stop, hating how your body is reacting. You should be worried, wondering why Bob is acting weird, but the only thing on your mind is how his words and actions make your body quiver. 

“Get on your knees.”

“But Bob, what’s-”

“Get. On. Your. Knees. That’s an order.”

The heat is already pooling between your thighs as you slowly kneel in front of him. He hasn’t even touched you yet, but you can already feel how soaked you are. His thumb moves over your lower lip, and you feel his finger trembling slightly. 

“You know what I want you to do.”

Trembling at his words, you fumble with his belt, before slowly pulling down the zipper. Letting his pants fall to the ground, you see how his hard cock is, already straining against the fabric of his underwear. You hook your fingertips in the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull a little, looking up into his eyes. Bob is already breathing hard with anticipation, so you pull the briefs down and free his aching cock.

Your mouth is watering at the sight, wanting to suck him so bad, but you already know from his tone that Bob is calling the shots tonight, and you’re not going to risk having this whole thing stopped for doing anything before he tells you to.

“Like what you see, baby?” he pauses, almost sounding nervous, “Be a good girl and… suck my cock.”

You want to start off slow, tease him a little at first, but you can’t help yourself. You surge forward and lap at his cock, licking up his length before taking him into your mouth. 

You’re savoring the slow drag of his dick against your lips, saliva building up in the back of your mouth as you try to take more of it. You moan, deep and low in your throat, Bob’s dick muffling the sound. You moan out loud, and Bob does too. You could cry at how good this feels, wordlessly appreciating how perfect Bob’s cock feels against your tongue.

“So good for me. S-so good for me.”

Bob groans above you, his hand tightening in your hair even more, tipping over the edge of being painful. You whimper at the sensation, but you feel your pussy throb, too. You’re not one to shy away from a little pain with your pleasure.

Breaking away for air, you wrap your hand around him, before taking Bob in your mouth again, short bobs of your head, taking only half of his cock. You hollow out your cheeks and suck hard. He calls your name from above you and thrusts forward, nearly gagging you in the process. You get the hint to take as much of Bob as you can, closing the space between your hand and your lips as your throat loosens.

Bob startles you when he tugs your hair and drags you off his cock. He pulls you back so that you’re looking up at him. You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of contact, but the sight before you is a reward in itself. Bob, your gorgeous, sweet Bob, looks completely wrecked already, beautiful blue eyes blown wide and gazing down on you. Dirty blonde hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead.

Panting heavily, he looks into your eyes and wets his lips, before loosening the grip on your hair, but still holding you in place, mere inches from his aching cock.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

Nodding, you give him a soft yes, never breaking eye contact. His free hand runs through his damp locks as he swallows hard.

“I would do anything for you.”

The words hang in the air, the weight of them heavy. Anything for you. It suddenly hits you. He heard you and Laila talking, that’s why he’s doing this, pushing himself out of his comfort zone. He’s doing it for you. The realization makes your heart beat faster and without thinking, you get up and kiss him deeply. You savor the feeling of his lips against yours, positive you’ll never get tired of the softness of them. Bob lets out a small sigh and puts his hands behind your head to pull you closer. His mouth opens a little and he’s licking at your bottom lip, with a hint of teeth. You taste the whiskey on him, your tongue dancing over his.

Bob tugs at your hair again, pulling you away. His lips are already swollen and spit-slick, tempting you to kiss him again. But he holds you in place, as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I’m not done yet. Take your clothes off.”

Without question, you follow his order and start stripping down for him. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you slowly expose more skin. It’s funny. You’ve been naked countless times with Bob, but for the first time you truly feel naked, exposed. Once done, you stand there as his eyes roam your form, his eyes dark with lust.

“Get on the bed.”

Eyes never leaving his, you lay down on the bed. He walks up to you, his warm palms slowly running up your legs towards your wet core. You ache for him, dying for him to touch you, but he barely brushes past the small patch of curls before moving his hands down your thighs again. 

Slowly, he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open for him. Wetting his lips, he dives down between your legs and places a soft kiss on your mound, making you moan his name. He licks up your slit, tasting how needy you are for him, flicking his tongue at your clit.

“Fuck, Bob!”

He licks again, painfully slow, teasing you. When you whimper beneath him, he gives in and places his mouth on your clit and starts sucking. Looking down, you see him smirking against your folds.

Bob takes his time, licking, sucking and biting lightly at your clit. You buck against him, needing more, but he moves his hands to your hips, to keep you still. You are trashing under him, trying to get him to speed up, and you can see he’s loving the power he has over you.

“Lay still, sweetheart. Or I’ll stop.”

Biting your lip, you curse under your breath as you try to lay still for him. His mouth finds your core again, eating you like you were his last meal and with a final flick of his tongue, you come undone. As you cry out his name, Bob slides his fingers into you. Pumping his long digits in and out of your wet heat, he keeps you coming while working you open. Getting you ready for him.

The grip on your hip tightens, but you whimper desperately, so Bob doesn’t let go. Hoping it would bruise, hoping you’d later see the imprint of his fingers on your skin, showing that you’re his. Letting you remember what he did tonight.

You swallow, rolling against Bob again, showing how much you need him. Those beautiful eyes of his grow darker, blue irises almost entirely eclipsed by the black holes of his pupils.

You need him. Need him to kiss you until all you can taste is him. Need him inside you. Captivated you watch as he fists himself, giving his cock a few pumps. His muscles tighten with each pass of his fist, making you squirm under his gaze. If he didn’t do something soon, you were going to combust.

“Fuck me… please…”

And with that soft plea falling from your lips, Bob gives in and finally pushes into you. As he sheathes himself in you, inch by delicious inch, you moan out his name. The stretch of him burns, setting your entire body on fire. But you welcome the ache. Bob brings a hand up to gently stroke your hair. A gesture so tender, you fall apart. Caught between the mattress and the man you love. The man you never want to let go.

You close your eyes, whimpering as Bob pulls back and thrusts back into you slowly, spearing you open in the most delicious way. But it wasn’t enough. As if he heard your silent plea, he pulls out of you and both hands move to your hips to flip you over. Laying on your stomach, you feel his hands caress your thighs and ass before pulling you up, face down in the mattress and ass up in the air. He repositions himself behind you and sinks into you.

He pulls back just a little, before pushing back in with a deep groan. He does it again, painfully slow, letting you feel every inch of his cock. But soon he is rutting into you, his hand moving to your shoulder to hold you in place. His other hand grips your hip harder as he sets a punishing pace, his pelvis slapping against you with every thrust. This is unlike all the other times you’d been with Bob. This time he was possessive, needy. As if he couldn’t get you close enough.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good!”

With each snap of his hips, he sends bolts of pleasure through your entire body, and it doesn’t take much for you to come again. Clamping down on his cock, you feel his pace falter for a second as he grips onto your hips, trying to steady himself. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pace soon relentless again.

His hands move up and grab you by the shoulder, pulling your back flush against his chest. One hand finds its way between your legs, skillfully playing with your clit, while the other closes around your neck. He kisses your neck, just below your ear, before he whispers through strained breath.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Thrusting hard into you, he makes you whimper, pulling the most sinful noises from you. You’re lost in the feeling of him, lost in the pleasure. Barely able to think, you can barely form a sentence.

“Y-yes… Fu-Oh, God. Please…”

Just as you feel the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach, Bob pulls away from you. Wide eyed, you stare over your shoulder, begging for him to keep fucking you, to keep using you.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, baby. Lay down on your back.”

Eagerly you lay down, spread open for him. You don’t even care how needy you must look, how desperate. You want him to ruin you completely. He crawls between your legs and buries himself in you with one, hard trust. You whimper, already sore, but God, you want more. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when I come inside you.”

Snapping his hips, harder and faster, he keeps holding your gaze, his beautiful blue eyes gone, now completely black with lust. With each drag of his cock, he brings you closer to yet another earth shattering orgasm. His pace begins to falter again, the thrusts becoming irregular. He is so close, but he fights it.

“God, sweetheart. I-I wanna f-fill you with my cum.”

He stutters, his cock barely leaving your cunt, his thrusts shallow. Looking through heavy lids, he keeps looking into your eyes and he hits that sweet spot in you over and over. You’re so close.

“Fuck, I… I wanna p-put a baby in y-you.”

His name is all that leaves your lips like the sweetest prayer as you come, digging your nails into his shoulders. Bob buries his head in your neck, groaning as he fills you to the brim with his hot release. Thrusting a few more times, he kisses your neck softly, nipping at the tender flesh. You’re completely cock drunk, just lay there completely used with closed eyes.

Bob rolls onto his back and takes you with him, letting your head rest on his chest. Breathing still heavy, he kisses your forehead.

“I, ehm… I hope that was okay?”

Snorting, you hide your face in his chest, giggling like a schoolgirl. How he could even ask that is beyond you. You just look into his eyes, once again seeing your soft sweet Bob, and kiss him. 

“That was more than okay. I guess you heard me and Laila?”

He just nods and kisses you again.

“So… This is why you drank that whiskey?”

“Yeah, I… There’s no way I could have done this without any liquor.”

You both giggle softly, before Bob gently breaks away from you. Thinking he’s going for a cloth to clean up, you’re surprised when he pushes your legs together and shoves a pillow under your butt. Cocking your eyebrow at him, you make him smile, blushing to a deep red.

“Ehm, I… I meant the baby thing.”

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 5 - Dinner Plans

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.3k words

Chapter 5 - Dinner Plans

        As classes let out for the night, you were relieved to be heading home. Seeing Mingyu had exhausted you more than you thought, and hearing him talk about the fun that he had on his trip only made you feel worse. You needed some space from him for the night, to think over all of the emotions swimming in your brain. You stepped out of your last class of the day, the sun already beginning to set over Seoul. “Maybe I can get Jeonghan to cook again.” You muttered.

           "Don't push your luck." You heard a voice, and when you looked over, you saw Jeonghan at your side, linking your arm to his. Without a word, you felt your other arm being snaked around, and you looked to see Joshua. “I’m exhausted.”

           “I didn’t even know angels got sleepy like that.” You said. Jeonghan nodded, a sleepy look already starting to form on his face as you chuckled. “Whatever, fine. I might have some leftovers. Just take me home.”

           As the three of you walked out, you were stopped by the sound of your name being called. When you looked towards it, you saw Hoshi hurrying over to you. It seemed he was with Minnie, Seungkwan, and Mingyu, and you felt a small hint of dread tickle the pit of your stomach. Hoshi smiled as he finally reached you.

           “We were waiting! Do you guys want to come to karaoke?!”

           “Karaoke?” Joshua asked.

           “Yeah! We were just talking about how it’s been a while. With Mingyu back, we’re all together again and we can go.”

           “Uh, well-.” You began to stammer. “I was feeling a bit tired.”

           “Mingyu wants you to come.” He smiled, knowing that comment alone would work to convince you. Turning your head, you saw Mingyu catch your gaze. Even from a distance, you could see him smile and wave to you. “Please. Only for a few songs, and then you can leave.” You couldn’t help but smile.

           “Fine.” You said. Hoshi pumped his fists in childlike glee, and before you knew it, Mingyu and the others were headed your way. As they approached, you shimmed out of Joshua and Jeonghan’s grasp, hearing them playfully complain.

           “Hey. You’re coming?” Mingyu asked. The genuine happiness on his face made you unable to hold back a bit of excitement. Karaoke, despite everything, did feel nice. Besides, there was no reason for you to be upset. Mingyu was back, woman was not on his arm, which was what you wanted.

           “For a little bit.”

           “I said we should stop and get something to eat first,” Minnie said. “I’m starving.”

           As Mingyu watched you listen to the plan set so perfectly by Minnie and Seungkwan – kind of, it was mainly Seungkwan – he saw your smile slowly drop. He saw you rub your arm, grab your bag, anything to make your hands look busy. It didn’t take a genius to notice something was bothering you. As the group began walking away, Mingyu instead approached you once again. “Are you okay?” He asked. You felt him put his hand on your forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”

           That feeling must not have lasted long, because you felt your cheeks burning as if someone was turning on an oven low up to high in a matter of seconds. “I’m fine.” You assured. “Just been a long day. Maybe I need to eat.”

           “Ah.” Just then, feeling two people looking in their direction, he turned his head to see Joshua and Jeonghan suddenly at your sides. He frowned a bit. “You guys are coming to, I guess?” He sounded displeased. You looked between the two men at your sides.

           They simply responded by looping their arms once again with yours, smiling up at the taller man before them. You couldn’t help but hold back a chuckle. Mingyu’s frown only deepened a bit.

           “Of course,” Joshua said. “We’re going to sing a duet.” You felt Joshua squeeze your arm. The matter-of-fact nature of his statement not only shocked Mingyu but you as well.

           “You wish,” Jeonghan said, peering over your shoulder. “You sound like a dying rat.”

           “Oh, and your voice is so angelic,” Joshua said. You groaned as the two continued to bicker, simply walking past Mingyu and towards your friends up ahead.

           “Hey.” Mingyu gasped turning towards them. However, he was blocked out by the duo continuing whatever it was they were bickering over. You kept looking from side to side, trying to get them to knock it off. Mingyu called your name as well, but when you were too distracted to respond, Mingyu quickly hurried after you guys, staying close behind to act as a monitor of the situation.

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           The karaoke bar was pretty busy for a Tuesday night. It was filled with high school students, relaxing after a long 14-hour study session, drunk businessmen and women trying to find something enjoyable in their daily routine, and now you guys. Seungkwan and Hoshi hurried into the dim room, only lit up by neon strip lights around the walls and colorful LED lights posted by the doors and lyrics screen. They wasted no time playfully arguing over who got to choose the first song. You looked around, seeing microphones lining the little square table, and an L-shaped plush couch resting up against the wall. The giant flat screen TV was turned on, the logo of the company on at the moment while the first song was decided. You simply took a seat, watching as Joshua and Jeonghan plopped down beside you. They wasted no time pulling out the menu of songs. They huddled together like two little boys reading something they knew they should not be, whispering to one another behind the laminated menu. On your other side, the couch shifted and you saw Mingyu sitting on the other side of you. He looked over at you, smiling sweetly.

           “I was thinking of ordering some snacks for the room for all of us. What do you want to eat? You get the first pick.” You watched him hand you one of the food menus. As you opened it and scanned it, you felt the seat move once again, and you glanced to see he that relaxed fully.

           Fully.

           You noticed he had unbuttoned the first two buttons on his light blue button-up, running a hand through his hair to loosen up some of the tightly combed pieces from this morning. He crossed one of his legs over the over, the heel of his shoe pointing in your direction. You chewed on your lip as you watched his lower body relax as well, his jeans stretching a bit. He let out a deep sigh, seemingly relieved to be off his feet after the walk over. His arm draped over the couch, fingers just barely resting themselves behind you. He was no longer looking at you, watching as your three friends tried to figure out how to use all three of their shared brain cells to determine a fair order as well as get the machine to work. When you saw Mingyu smile in the dark, you had to avoid your eyes. For your sanity.

           Your eyes darted down to his bag, which sat half-open on his side. You peeked inside, wondering if your eyes would spot something. When there was nothing but books and study materials to be seen, you felt blood trickle inside your mouth, and you had to release the inside of your cheek from the tight grip between your teeth. Stop it. You thought to yourself. Setting the menu down seemed to alert Mingyu’s attention, but you only smiled.

           “I think the popcorn and pretzel bundle sounds good. I’m still full after grabbing food.” Mingyu nodded, before taking the menu to look at himself. You glanced at the door, before quickly standing up. “I’ll be right back…” You said softly, before exiting the room.

           “Okay.” He watched you walk out, closing the door gently behind you. Mingyu rested back in his seat, holding the menu himself to read the options. When he looked over to his left, he saw Joshua and Jeonghan were already out of the room as well. He blinked, having to do a double-take to make sure he wasn’t just crazy.

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           You walked outside the karaoke bar, allowing the cool night air to tickle your body. A deep exhale escaped your lips and you ran a hand through your hair. You took another deep breath. Then another. Then another. Before you knew it, you were pacing outside the short strip of the karaoke bar, hands moving from your hair to your hips and then to gripping the hem of your shirt. Stop it. You thought to yourself. Don’t be upset. You can’t be upset.

           As you turned your heel for another round of pacing, you were surprised – kind of, this was becoming common – to see Jeonghan approach you. He put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. Joshua was approaching as well, occasionally looking to see if anyone was coming to find them from the room. Jeonghan didn’t seem to say anything, simply pulling you into a little, yet comforting hug. Confusion only hit you for a moment, unsure of how you should react to the kind gesture.

           Finally, you muttered: “I’m fine.”

           “Lying is a sin in some cultures you know.” You heard Jeonghan chuckle a bit at his comment. “You can’t tell me you’re just tired, either. I know tired.”

           “I’m fine.” You repeated, pulling yourself away just a bit to look at him. “What do I have to be upset about?”          

           “You tell us,” Jeonghan said simply. “It’s kind of our job right now to help.”

           “We can’t do that if you don’t talk to us,” Joshua added.

           “What is there to say?” you asked, shrugging. “I have nothing to be upset about.”

           “Not even Mingyu’s little gift?” Jeonghan asked. “You’ve looked upset ever since then…” When he saw you look down at your feet, he hummed. “Aaah, I knew it.”

           “Even if that were true, I can’t be upset. I did not ask him for a gift. I have no reason to expect a gift every time Mingyu goes on vacation. He’s not my boyfriend, after all. I got my own hopes up for no reason. I have no right to be selfish and then get upset over it.” You said simply. “So, I’m fine. I will be fine. Drop it.”

           “You’re allowed to still be upset,” Joshua said softly, almost gently. You shook your head. “If you said he always buys you something, of course, you’d think he’d-.”

           “I said drop it,” you repeated. “I came out here for fresh air, and that’s it. Okay?” You rubbed your eye quickly, feeling an intense pressure forming behind your eyes and deep within your throat. “I don’t want to start anything right now.”

           “But-.” Before either Jeonghan or Joshua could say anything more, the door to the karaoke bar opened and you all looked over. Mingyu was standing there, obviously a bit worried about where you disappeared. When he saw the three of you close to one another, Jeonghan still practically holding you in his arms, he frowned.

           “What are you doing?” he asked. Jeonghan looked at Joshua, both nodding in silent agreement.

           They turned to Mingyu as he approached. “What does it look like? We’re professing our undying love.” Joshua said, complete seriousness in his voice.

           “A bit of privacy, please?” Jeonghan requested. You covered your mouth, unable to hide a small laugh. How were the two of them able to be so angelic and gentle, yet so mischievous at the flip of a coin?

           “We’re in the middle of the street.” You pointed it out. You watched as Mingyu walked over, gently reaching out and taking your hand. When he got a good look at you, he saw a glimpse of what seemed to be redness in your eyes and a wet spot under your eye. He wasted no time wiping it away.

           “If you two are going to keep being a bother to her, then go home.” He said simply. You looked at the duo, who seemed completely unfazed.

           “What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asked curiously. He clasped his hands together, eyes sparkling in pure innocence as he came to a realization: “Oh, we misread? We heard the rumors. Are you two dating?”

           Mingyu stopped at that question, his face heating up. You saw his frown remain, eyes narrowing in annoyed frustration. You waited quietly for a response from him. Joshua took the silence to add another comment.

           “Oh, are you not? Then you shouldn’t involve yourself in her personal affairs, Kim Mingyu.” Joshua smiled a bit.

           “Why you-.” Mingyu was about to step forward; a knight wanting to defend the honor of the maiden. However, you held him back by gripping his wrist.

           “Let’s just go inside. Seungkwan will kill us if we miss his entire one-man show.” With a deep sigh, Mingyu seemed to exhale all of the jealous anger coursing through his body.

           “Fine. Let’s go.” He said. Turning around, he carefully led you back inside, leaving Joshua and Jeonghan to stand alone in the street. Jeonghan took this time to let out a long breath.

           “Jeez, this is starting to feel like a mess.” He said.

           “We need to find out who the heck has that key chain,” Joshua said. “I genuinely don’t think I can handle seeing her cry about it…”

           “That’s the angel in you talking,” Jeonghan said. He started back into the karaoke bar, and Joshua nodded a bit.

           “Yeah…” he said, before quickly following her inside.

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           Back inside, Mingyu stopped you from continuing into the main room, turning to look at you. You were still rubbing your eyes and your cheeks. When you saw how concerned he was, you smiled.

           “It’s just a bit cold outside.” You said. “Even though it’s almost summer, the winds are a bit-.”            

           “Are you okay?” he asked curiously. Your amused smile fell into an uncomfortable frown. “You’ve been weird since this morning.”

           First, it was Joshua and Jeonghan, then Mingyu. Am I that easy to read? You thought to yourself. “I’m fine.�� You said, ready to repeat what you said outside to the angels that were holding onto you. “I’m just feeling more tired than usual today.”

           Mingyu didn’t believe you. Not because you might have something to hide, but he could just tell. He could tell your tired face, and this was not your tired face. As the front door to the karaoke bar opened, you both heard Joshua and Jeonghan making their way inside. Mingyu frowned.

           “Also, how on earth did you get tasked with showing those two around? They didn’t force you or anything, right? Intimidate you?” you held back an amused chuckle.

           “No, no. Despite how they like to act, they’re good people.” You assured. “You should get to know them more. Try trusting them. They’ve been nothing but nice to me, if not a bit obnoxious. But look who I hang out with.”

           “I feel like that’s a dig to me.” Mingyu pouted.

           “You? Never.” Your sarcastic delivery of the comment made him laugh a bit more.

           “Seungkwan.” The two of you said in unison, before laughing again. After the moment faded, Mingyu looked down at you, glad to see content and a calmed smile on your face after a full day of looking distressed and distant.

           “Hey.” He began. “I was just wondering if you knew where you wanted to.”

           “You’re not inside yet?” Mingyu looked up and saw the men at your side like they had been all day. A twitch threatened to pop into his eyes. Why were these two suddenly popping up in the middle of everything at the worst times? Mingyu stopped himself from saying that out loud with a deep sigh.

           “Let’s just go inside.” You nodded, and the group of you continued into the room. The minute Mingyu opened the door, a loud belting came from inside.

           GEE GEE GEE GEE BABY, BABY!

           “Oh my-.” You held back a chuckle, walking in as Hoshi hopped up from his spot on the couch. He immediately handed all of you some light sticks.

           “There you are!” he said. “I’m up next!” before immediately cheering and chanting with a very energetic Seungkwan. You took a seat by Minnie, who rhythmically bobbed her little flashing lights to the music, a small smile on her face as she did so. When you looked over at the three boys, wondering who would sit on your open side, Mingyu seemingly wasted no time. You smiled at him as he nestled himself in the seat, Joshua and Jeonghan happy to sit by the eager cheerleader that was Hoshi. It wasn’t long before the group of you began cheering as Seungkwan finished his song and dance routine.

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           “Sing with us!” Joshua begged, reaching his hand down to you.

           “I really don’t want to sing.” You said.

           “Come on, go sing!” Minnie encouraged. She practically pushed you to your feet and into the grasp of Joshua and Jeonghan, both of whom – for angels at least – had pretty mischievous grins plastered on their faces.

           “Don’t look at me that way.” You pleaded.

           “Just one. I can do one, and it won’t be fun without you.” Jeonghan passed you a microphone.

           “What song are we singing?”

           “Catallena by Orange Caramel,” Joshua said as he typed the song in. When he saw your confused face, he motioned to Seungkwan. “He suggested it.”

           “You’re welcome!” Your friends shouted from behind you. You heard the trot-like beat of the song come up, along with the music video on the screen. Your microphone vibrated, signaling you to sing as the second person in the trio.  

           “I cannot believe this.” You sighed to yourself. You looked at Joshua, who took the first verse of the song. Despite his actions, he was the calmer of the two boys. How would he handle singing an upbeat quirky song like this?

           When he belted out the first dramatic shout-like gasp in an overly dramatic fashion, all the while still having a completely serious face on, you had to hold onto Jeonghan’s hand to keep steady as the entire room roared into laughter.

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           As the night ticked on, everyone knew it was time to head home in fear that if they did not, none of them would be able to handle waking up early the next morning for school. Mingyu watched as you pointed in the direction of your own house to the group.

           “Do you want me to take you home?” he asked. You looked over. “My driver’s coming to get me since it’s late.”

           “Oh, uh-.” Joshua and Jeonghan caught your hesitation.

           “We already offered when we were professing our love tonight.” Jeonghan immediately said. “Sorry, Mingyu.” Joshua nodded.

           “Professing your what?” Seungkwan asked, just as visibly confused as Minnie and Hoshi.

           Mingyu sighed, trying to remember what you said a while back inside the karaoke bar: You should get to know them more.

           “Okay.” Mingyu sighed. “Get home safe, okay?” You nodded.

           “I will. You guys too.” With a wave and a cluster of warm goodbyes, Seungkwan and Minnie started down their own path, while Mingyu stood patiently by the street, hands in his pockets as he rocked on the heels of his feet. Hoshi, ever diligent, popped beside Mingyu and offered to hang around until his ride got there, not wanting to leave the younger member out in the dark alone, no matter how much Mingyu assured he would be just fine.

           As the three of you started on your way, you put your hands in your pockets and tilted your head up to the night sky. Your eyes examined the constellations and the stars around them glittering above your head. “Should I have driven home with him?” You asked, looking over at the men at your side.

           “Did you want to?” Jeonghan asked. “You looked hesitant.”

           “I don’t know.” You said. “I did. But I was worried if we were alone, it would be awkward. I shouldn’t feel awkward, but I can’t help it.”

           “There’s always next time,” Joshua said simply. “Besides, if you’re awkward and uncomfortable, then where’s the fun in that?”

           “I guess.” You said. You glanced over to them again as they continued to walk. “What did you guys see him doing when you went to Japan?”

           The out-of-the-blue question led both men to fall uncharacteristically silent, eyes straight ahead as they continued to walk. “Hm? You said you saw him shopping.”

           “We did.”

           “What did he buy?” 

           “Not sure,” Jeonghan said simply.

           “…Lying is a sin in some cultures.” You said, and Jeonghan mentally smacked himself as the words were thrown right back at him. “I won’t be upset. I already told you. Just tell me.”

           “We saw him buying some key chain, but we don’t know who he was buying it for. He never used names or gave specifics.” Joshua said simply.

           “Besides, we only saw him in one store. The rest of the time he went clothes shopping and then we left when he hung out with his friends. Just like he said.” Jeonghan assured.

           For some reason, that didn’t make you feel any better. In fact, the new uncertainty bubbling up in your stomach made you feel worse. If you asked Mingyu for more detail, you worried you would come off as a jealous girlfriend without actually holding that title in reality. What would happen then? You could only nod your head as you fixed the strap of your bag.

           “Okay.” You said. A small, reassured smile formed on your face as you walked ahead of Joshua and Jeonghan. “At least we still have to make dinner plans….”

           It’s a good thing you walked in front of them because the looks of relief that washed over their faces were too obvious to not be seen.

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           “Where do you want to go for dinner?” Mingyu asked, looking at you as you settled beside him in Literature class. You looked over at Joshua and Jeonghan, who found their seats nearby, but a few rows up. They were surrounded by people still trying to get to know them, so you were very pleased not to have to sit with them again today to overhear it all. However, knowing that meant you’d be sitting by Mingyu made you feel nervous in ways you had never felt in this situation before. Trying to respond to the question, you leaned back in your seat and shrugged.

           “Chicken?” you asked. “Like always?”                

           Mingyu looked affected, and you smiled a bit. “Like always? You act like I never take you to nice places.”            

           “I like chicken.” You said simply.

           “Oh, come on.” Mingyu smiled, resting his hand on the desk and using it as a cushion for his cheek as he looked at you. The look he gave you made your anxiety wash away at that moment.

           “You said I could pick.”

           “Sure. You can pick from one of my very nice choices.” He grinned playfully, and you felt defeated at the sight.

           “Well, since you seem to have an idea, let’s hear it,” you said simply.

           “There’s a delicious new Italian restaurant that opened in Ilsan. I haven’t been yet, but a friend of mine says they have some of the best pasta around. It’s really fancy too.”

           “Fancy?” you asked. “I don’t have anything fancy.”

           “Minnie told me you two had plans to go shopping.” You watched Mingyu dig into his back pocket and pull out his wallet. Flipping it open, he handed you a credit card. Your eyes widened. “Buy something.”

           His matter-of-fact nature made your entire face explode, and you looked away. “Mingyu, I can’t take your money. I can afford something just fine.”

Mingyu smiled, only pushing the card closer to you. Finally, he set it on top of your textbook. “Let Minnie buy something too. Both of you get lunch and do whatever. It’s my gift to you.”

           For some reason the word gift made your heart string pull in your chest like a puppeteer holding a broken marionette doll. You looked down at the card, taking it into your hands. Mingyu immediately put his wallet back into his pocket and turned back to his book, flipping it open to the page you guys were going to focus on in class that day. A moment passed of you trying to decide whether or not to act on Mingyu’s whims, as it seemed he wanted you to. However, you finally pressed the card into his side, alerting his attention back to you.

           “I can’t. Gifts like this feel hard to accept….”

           As Mingyu took the card, uttering an apology before putting it away, you turned quietly back to your book, flipping it open and focusing all of your attention on reading it. A few rows behind you, however, Joshua and Jeonghan shared a glance, momentarily ignoring the people asking them questions around them. As class began to start, they sat back in their seats and tried to decide what they could do next.

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           “You said no?!” Minnie shouted from your side. You saw your friend frown as she tied up her hair into a bun and put the college’s café visor on. You did so as well.

           “I felt weird accepting it. He just gave me a card with no expectation of what to spend.”

           “I wish someone did that for me!” She gasped. “What is wrong with you recently?”

           You frowned. “I just didn’t want him to feel like he had to do that for me. He doesn’t owe me anything…” Minnie frowned.

           “You do know that man practically worships the ground you walk on, right?” You sighed.

           “He’s just being nice. He’s like that with everyone.”

           “Then why didn’t I get the card if he knew we were going shopping together through me way before he mentioned it to you?” She asked. You fell silent. “Exactly.” She said. “Did you at least finalize your plans for dinner?”

           “Yeah. He said he wanted to go to a fancy Italian place in Ilsan that just opened. We agreed to go Friday night since we finish class early.”

           “So, we have to go shopping to find you a stunning dress to make him fall even more in love with you! Dresses of that nature are really expensive.”

           “I’ll be just fine.” You said once again. Your friendly bickering was interrupted by a voice behind you. When you turned, it was Seungkwan calling your name, hands on his hips as he approached.

           “Ready to go?” he asked. You both nodded and got yourselves ready for the upcoming rush. “Don’t burn yourself again, please.” You could only laugh a bit at his playful comment.

           “Seungkwan-.” Minnie began. “If the person you loved gave you a card to spend on something nice with no expectation of price limit, would you turn it down?”

           “If I was a fucking idiot.” Seungkwan said simply. You hung your head and let out a groan of frustration. “Oh. Sorry.” He said, patting you on the shoulder as Minnie snickered a bit.

           As the rush of students poured in, ready for something to eat, you all got right to work. Seungkwan and you were serving food and greeting as Minnie rang them up. You were just passing a meal over the counter when two pretty faces popped in front of you. You sighed.

           “Yes?” you hummed.

           “Aw, you don’t look excited to see us.” Jeonghan frowned.

           “I’m kind of busy.” You mentioned.

           “Perfect. Then we’ll have-.” As Joshua began rattling off his orders, you couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head. Collecting their order into boxes, you passed it over. Without any other conversation, they slid through the line and went to Minnie to pay. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joshua and Jeonghan pass one of the boxes to Minnie, before pointing in your direction.

           “What are you doing?” you asked curiously.

           “Well, Mingyu said after class he couldn’t come here. Something about an important phone call he had to return.” Joshua began. “So, we bought you lunch.”

           “It was Joshua’s idea.” The brunette angel grew flustered at being thrown under the bus. You saw Minnie slide the carton over to you, before looking up at them again. You smiled a bit, nodding your head.

           “Thanks.” You said. “Will you be here when I’m done?”

           “Probably,” Jeonghan said. Just like that, the duo found a spot to sit down and begin eating. You looked down at the carton, feeling the warmth radiate onto your hand and your stomach rumble, eager for the meal you did not realize you almost missed. Setting it to the side, you continued with your shift, a smile once again forming on your face.

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           Meanwhile, back in the law and politics building, Mingyu was pacing the empty hallway. The sun was already starting to go down, and he knew you were halfway into your shift by now. He watched Joshua and Jeonghan hurry out of the room, Joshua turning towards him and calling out before they disappeared.

           We’ll make sure she eats.

           Mingyu crossed his arms, the ringing of his phone in his left ear coursing through his entire brain. He had no idea what conversation was waiting on the other line. Finally, he heard:

           “Hello?”

           “What do you want now Dad? I’m busy.”

           “I just heard back from Mr. Myoui.” Mingyu frowned but said nothing as his father continued. “You turned her down before the drinks were delivered!”

           “I told you I would! You didn’t believe me.”

           “Mr. Myoui is very displeased. He was happy with the arrangement. That’s a huge deal!”

           “I’m flattered but I was very polite with her. I told her I was not interested. But I told her we could be friends so business-wise, we can-.”

           “You can’t turn her down and expect her to be ready to do business in a few years! Are you out of your mind?”

           “I don’t care Dad. I’m done with these blind dates! I don’t want to do them anymore.”

           His father was quiet for a second. “…You’re right. You are done with them.” Mingyu sighed. “Because you’re going to make things right with Mr. Myoui and his daughter and fix this!”

           “Dad-.”

           “I’m not arguing about it. I’m your father, you’re taking over my company, you’ll do as I say!”

           “Then I won’t take over the company!”

           “Kim Mingyu!” Mingyu immediately hung up the phone, clutching it tightly in his hands. His eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“Fuck!” He shouted, throwing his phone against the wall. The loud sound of the phone connecting with the wall, the snap of the screen shattering as it fell to the floor, all of it felt quiet when compared to Mingyu’s stressed and ragged breathing. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he walked over to it. Kneeling, Mingyu picked up the shattered pieces. He winced, one of them scratching his hand a bit. Looking down, he saw a faint look of blood poking through the skin of his thumb. “Damn it.” He finished collecting the pieces, tossing the shattered glass in a nearby trash can. He stuck his phone, now cracked and shattered, into his bag, and started down the hallway. As he took a second, pressing his thumb to his lips to try to stop the blood with light pressure, he remembered something that made him feel just a little bit better, a little bit calmer.

           He was taking you out to dinner this weekend. And his father couldn’t do anything about it.  

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[sephirthoughts]

Vincent Got a Phone

rating: not explicit yet

they will fuck eventually i swear

tags: valenwind, cid/vincent, fluff, humor, background sephiroth/cloud, background aerti

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Chapter 3: Because Men

It was just after sunset, and Cid was strolling down the bustling street with his good hand in his pocket, and a cigarette in his mouth. He was feeling inexplicably down, since the other day, when Vinnie knocked him on his ass, and then Tifa and Yuffie told him about Vinnie and Aerith’s secret relationship.

He sighed, ejecting a plume of blue-white smoke with his breath. He guessed he should be happy for his buddy, finding a pretty girl who liked him, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling of intense repulsion, to the idea of Vincent dating Aerith.

Of course, he didn’t stop to question whether he only felt that way because it was that specific girl, or if he’d feel that way about Vincent dating any girl. He just assumed it was probably because the two really didn’t seem like a good fit, like Tifa and Yuffie said.

As for talking to Vinnie about it…he’d agreed to give it a whack, but this type of thing was just about as far out of his wheelhouse as it got. He’d always been focused on his work, and never got past a date or two with any woman, before he got bored, or went heads-down on a project and forgot about them entirely.

The closest thing he’d ever had to a relationship was with his cradle-to-grave, ride-or-die platonic life-partner Shera. Come to think of it, maybe Shera could help. She had more girlfriends than you could shake a stick at, she had to know more about this shit than he did.

“I have no clue how to talk to heteros, those people are freaks,” she said, when he called her. He could hear thumping music in the background and a crowd whooping and cheering. “All joking aside, if you really think your boy is making a bad decision, you gotta be honest with him about your concerns. But you have to be prepared for him to push back. People don’t like to be interfered with, when it comes to romance. Hang on. Baby, there you are! Are you ready to—yeah, I’m coming, just a sec! Cid? I gotta go. Just be honest, ok? Especially with yourself. Love you. Bye.”

Cid stuffed his phone back in his pocket and leaned on a nearby wall, puffing disconsolately on his cigarette. As he did, he happened to glance over and catch a flash of golden-blonde hair, across the street. Sure enough, it was Cloud. He was typing on his phone, and it was too far to call out to him, so Cid kept smoking his cigarette and waited.

When Cloud looked up, Cid tried to wave to him, but the young man was directly accosted by a group of scantily clad women, and didn’t see him. After brushing the ladies off rather brusquely, Cloud turned around and walked in the door of the place he’d been standing in front of. The Ramblin’ Rose Love Hotel, to be exact.

Cid stood there scratching his head. Now, what would their resident clueless virgin be doing going into a shady-ass place like that? Usually folks brought hookers back to those places, but he just couldn’t see Cloud doing something like that.

So…he must be meeting someone. Damn. Was there something in the water? Everyone seemed to have the spring fever, all the sudden.

Cid flicked his cigarette butt away and walked off down the street, about ten seconds before an extremely tall and broad-shouldered man, in a large, black, hooded overcoat, came up the street and entered the Ramblin’ Rose Love Hotel.

Oblivious to any potential pursuers, Vincent and Aerith once again departed the group’s hotel, in one another’s company. Aerith had the ingenious idea of renting a room in a karaoke bar, which was both private enough that they could talk freely, and not so private that it would cause proper old man Vincent to panic, and so that was where they went.

Presently, they were seated on the long, red couch, under the disco lights and the colorful illumination of a neglected video screen, proclaiming ‘Mega Karaoke!’ in big, bright letters, interrupted by an animation of dancing microphones, every few minutes.

“Today’s lesson: talking,” Aerith announced.

Vincent crossed his arms. “I know how to talk.”

“How many words have you said to him—”

“Thirty-three.”

“—today.”

“Oh. I thought you were going to say this week. Today…two.”

“Bearing in mind that grunting does not count as a word.”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. Here’s what the sisters and I think is the core of the issue, Vincent. You are the type of person who doesn’t talk much, due to a whole big ball of social anxiety and self-esteem issues. However, you are also the type of person who is extremely good looking, and because of that, other people don’t see you as the awkward anxiety-ball you are. Your weirdness actually makes you seem aloof and a bit cold. Like you don’t care about anyone or anything. We think that may be hindering your progress with Mr. Highwind.”

“I seem cold?”

“Yeah, kinda. I mean, not to me, because I understand how you are, but to other people.”

Vincent scowled and hid in his cloak. “I don’t know how to not seem cold. I tried your advice, and I couldn’t do any of it right. Maybe I’m better off not trying to connect with another human. I only make a terrible mess of things.”

“No, no, no, don’t give up, now!” Aerith urged. “We’ve made so much progress!”

“I frightened him, injured him, and nearly burned the hotel down, trying to bake cookies. How is that progress?”

“It’s personal growth! Getting out of your comfort zone and trying something new is the hardest thing in the world, and you did it. Whether or not things work out with Mr. Highwind, I’m really proud of you. And I’m grateful to have got the opportunity to know you, and become your friend.”

“I…I am, as well. Even if the advice hasn’t quite panned out, you encouraged me to come out of my shell. More than that, you made the effort to get to know me, when everyone else is either afraid of me, or doesn’t think I’m worth their time. You are a good person, Aerith. I am truly grateful for your friendship.”

“Awwwww, Vincent!” Aerith laughed, then she burst promptly into tears and threw her arms around him.

Just as she did, the door to their karaoke booth banged open. They both leapt to their feet, only to see Cloud stumbling backward into the room, looking very much like he’d been pushed by someone in the hall.

“Cloud?” Aerith said.

“Gah!” Cloud yelped, spreading his arms out in front of the open doorway, as if to hide someone. “I can explain! It’s not what it looks like!”

The other two looked past him, then back at him. The hallway was empty. If there had been another person there, they had already vanished.

Sensing their confusion, Cloud turned and peered out the door, then stepped all the way in, letting it swing shut behind him. “Aerith? Vincent? What are you two doing here?”

“Us? What are you doing breaking into other people’s booths and acting like a lunatic?” Aerith countered. “Who were you with? Why were you trying to hide them?”

“N—no one. I wasn’t with anyone,” Cloud said, laughing nervously. “I was just…I was talking to the waitress, and I tripped. And fell into the door.”

Aerith and Vincent both crossed their arms.

“You tripped,” Vincent said dubiously.

“And fell into the door,” Aerith said, even more dubiously.

Cloud nodded. “Yep. Yes. That’s what I did. You know me. Clumsy Cloud.”

“It was closed all the way,” Vincent pointed out. “How did you turn the knob while tripping into it?”

“I must’ve grabbed it to stop myself. You know, it’s all kind of a blur. Just out of curiosity, are you guys here by yourselves, or are there, like…other people from the group lying in wait, nearby?”

“Lying in wait?” Aerith asked. “What are you, on the lam?”

“You’re behaving strangely,” Vincent observed. “As if you have something to hide.”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Cloud assured them. “I was just, uh. Startled. To run into you guys, out of nowhere. Also, you never answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“Karaoke,” Vincent said grimly.

“Obviously. What else would we be doing at a karaoke bar?”

Cloud squinted doubtfully at Vincent. “You sing?”

Vincent’s crimson and gold Chaos eye glowed ominously in the disco-ball lighted half-dark. “Yes.”

“Vincent happens to have a lovely singing voice, not that it’s any of your business,” Aerith sniffed. “But you’ll have to hear it some other time. We were just leaving.”

Cloud looked back and forth between them, then crossed his arms. “Wait a minute, is there something going on betw—”

“Think carefully before you finish that sentence,” Vincent warned, laying his hand on Cerberus.

Aerith put her hands on her hips. “Vincent, what did we say about violence as a first resort?”

Vincent sighed and took his hand off the gun. “Only when they have it coming.”

It was fortunate that he didn’t have his hand on his weapon anymore, because at that moment, the door banged open again, and two people burst in, one of them shouting, “Ahhh-ha!”

Cloud, Aerith, and Vincent all turned, to see none other than Tifa and Yuffie. Both young ladies stopped short, looking confused, and Yuffie dropped her pointing finger.

“What are you doing here?” Tifa asked, meaning Cloud.

“Karaoke,” all three answered in unison.

Yuffie squinted doubtfully at Vincent. “You sing?”

“We’ve already been through this, Vincent has a lovely voice, et cetera,” Aerith cut in. “What are you two doing here, now?”

“Also Karaoke,” the two newcomers answered.

Vincent looked around at the group, from behind his collar. “This situation is ridiculous. I’m leaving,” he said, and walked past them, out the door.

“Yeah, me too,” Cloud added, following him. “D—does anyone know if the doors on these rooms lock?”

Back at the hotel, Vincent ran into Cid—not literally, this time, he’d learned his lesson about that—coming down the path, in front of their rooms. He winced at seeing Cid’s arm still in the sling and lowered his head, thinking to let the man pass by.

“Hey, Vinnie, there y’are!” Cid said affably. “Feel like a drink?”

Vincent nodded, as an intense feeling of relief welled up in him, to find his friend behaving normally. “Yes. Yes I do.”

“I never seen him with anyone, so I can’t say who he mighta been meetin’ there,” Cid was saying, after they’d been seated at the hotel bar, with tumblers of whiskey in front of them. “It ain’t the kinda place you bring a respectable lady.”

“He can’t have stayed more than a couple of hours,” Vincent said. “I just saw him at the Mega Karaoke, acting very strangely.”

“Uh. Mega Karaoke?”

“Yes.”

Cid squinted doubtfully at him. “You sing?”

“No. Aerith and I went there to…talk about something, privately. Which did not work out, at all. Somehow, nearly everyone we know arrived and barged into the room, during that one hour.”

“Y—you went there to talk privately, with Aerith?”

“Yes.”

Cid swallowed the rest of his whiskey in one go. “So, speakin’ of Aerith. There, uh…there anything you wanna tell me?”

Vincent froze, with his hand on his glass. How the hell did Cid know what he’d been talking about with Aerith? Did someone overhear them, and tattle? He wouldn’t have thought so, a week ago, but the bizarre behavior of their group in the past few days had him feeling like they were all in a slapstick comedy, set in a high school. Well. Fuck it. If Cid already knew, there was no point attempting to deny it.

He nodded slowly. “There is something I want to tell you. But I don’t think this is the right place to talk.”

About ten minutes later, they were strolling through the completely deserted hotel garden, which no one but Vincent ever used at night, chiefly because it was very dark and a little creepy.

“So, here’s the thing about relationships,” Cid said, much to Vincent’s relief, as he had no idea how to open such a topic. “Sometimes, just cause someone’s good lookin’ and fun to talk to, don’t mean the two of you’d be any good together. Ya gotta be sure it ain’t just, like…infatuation. Those kindsa feelings go away pretty quick. If you act on ‘em, before you’re sure it’s more than that, people could wind up gettin’ hurt.”

“But what if you’re sure it’s more than a passing infatuation?” Vincent asked. “What if you know it?”

Cid puffed thoughtfully on his cigarette. “Even then, there’s people who’s good for each other, and people who ain’t. Like, say, people who are different ages and got different kinds of lives. They likely ain’t a good fit, in the long run. No matter how good it feels at the beginning, one day, those cracks’ll start showin’.”

“I disagree,” Vincent said flatly.

Cid blinked. “Ya do?”

“Yes. I don’t think things like being the same age and having the same life experience are all that important, in the grand scheme of things. The important thing is finding a person who…who feels like the missing part of you. Like you could spend every day with them, forever, and never get tired of them. When you find that person, it isn’t something to take lightly, or to give up on, just because of what might happen in the future, or because of what others might think.”

“Shit. The missing part of you…” Cid trailed off, looking dazed. “Ya really feel that way?”

Vincent took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes. I do. I’ve felt that way for a while, but…I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I guess if that’s how ya feel, then that’s that.” Cid flicked his cigarette away and pushed his hands back through his hair, then rubbed them together in an agitated manner. “Look, I’ll always support ya, Vinnie, and I just want you to be happy, so…I’ll learn to accept it. But I might need a little time. I—I can’t talk about this, anymore. I gotta go clear my head. Give Aerith my best.”

With that, Cid walked off, leaving Vincent standing in the inky-black shadows of the hotel garden, alone.

He’d felt the rejection coming, since the conversation started, but he had no idea why Cid should become more upset, the more they talked. Now, it seemed as if he’d lost his best friend, and the man he’d fallen for, all at once. Dejected and disoriented, he went back to his room, shut off all the lights, closed the curtains, and slid under the bed, to try and sleep off the pain.

Cid, meanwhile, was walking briskly, without a destination in mind, unable to shake off the intense feelings of loss and disappointment, that had nearly crushed the air out of his lungs, when he heard Vincent say Aerith was the missing part of him.

Why should hearing his best friend say something like that about a woman be so painful? He had no clue. He only knew he’d had to either escape, or implode, so he chose escape. And drinking. Some things could only be properly examined from the bottom of a bottle. He found a different shithole bar than the shithole bar he and Vinnie had been in, earlier, and opened a tab.

A few drinks in, he wasn’t feeling any better, and was in fact, feeling much worse. All he could think about was Vincent with that pretty, young girl, holding hands and laughing (her laughing, that is, Cid doubted Vincent was capable of such a thing), being ‘together’ the obnoxious way couples are, when the relationship is new.

Tch. When the shine came off that apple, don’t expect ol’ Cid to be around to pick up the pieces. Cause he damn well wouldn’t. He’d be hangin’ out with someone better, who wouldn’t run off after the first pretty skirt that wandered by, and leave their best friend all alone, to nurse his broken heart over a bottle of cheap ass whis—wait a goddamn minute, broken heart?

“Oh,” Cid said, staring wide-eyed into middle distance, as he quickly reexamined everything he believed about himself. “Fuck.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY

sephiroth: (waiting in the next karaoke booth) that little brat better get his ass in here soon

sephiroth: ...

sephiroth: i can't believe they don't have "i'm just a girl" what the fuck kind of place are they running

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