#i laugh at my own crush. that's who i am. i judge my own taste cause its bad

[insanitysoup]

I thought I fell in love but it was just food poisoning.

[silentprincessandsweethibiscus]

Group projects are the worst, but at least the cute guy Vio likes is in their group, so it can't be all bad, right?

This is my enerty for fsff, for the vampire prompt Wouldn't it be funny if i made a vampire au where Shadow is just a normal ass human, i joked some months ago. Anyways, thanks Four Swords Fright Fight for giving me an excuse to actually write this au. i'm gonna use it for all five weeks, so we will see more of them.

The only thing Vio could smell as Clair ushered them into her apartment was garlic. Wrinkling their nose, they realized they where regretting not insisting in doing this group project on their own more and more. The things they would do for a stupid crush, they swears it makes them stupid.

“You like it?” Clair chuckled, “Roasted garlic tomato spaghetti and garlic bread. Figured we could eat some before we started studying.”

“Or at least,” Jen added with a laugh as she stuck her head out from the kitchen, “The three of us can.”

Vio gave them both an unimpressed raised eyebrow. “Is this about Shadow? You two do know that vampires can like, exist, in the same general vicinity to garlic right? It just smells like shit.”

“Sure, but we can still make it squirm a bit.”

“What a great host you are,” There was a knock on the door as Vio spoke, “Can’t wait for the rumors to be just that, it’ll be hilarious when it loves garlic.” Vio made his way to the table where the girls already had their own books and laptops set up, and sat down as Clair went to answer the door.

Rolling her eyes before opening it, she put on a big smile as she greeted their last group member. “Shadow! Hey.”“Hi.” Shadow poked its head in a bit, and seeing the other two there already it frowned. “I’m not late, am I?”

“No, no! Vio just got here as well.” Her overly sweet smile was annoying Vio, and they weren’t even the one she was trying to fuck with. Trying being the key word, as Shadow seemed to be oblivious to it.

“Cool, cool. I, uh, brought some snacks?” It lifted a bag, adorn with the logo from the convenience store around the corner, and gave the three and awkward, one corner smile.

“Aw, that’s great, Thanks Shad!” She smiled at it and made her way back into the apartment, sharing a look with Jen that had Vio rolling their own eyes when Shadow didn’t follow her in right away.

“Shadow,” They added themself, “Why don’t you come in and put those on the table.”

“Oh!” It quickly entered the apartment and closed the door, embarrassed flush on its face. “Right. Yeah. Uh, hi, Violet? Was it?”

“Vio.”

“Right, I-” Shadow wrinkled its own nose, face twisting as if it had tasted something awful. “Is that, garlic?”“It is. Entirely to much garlic.” Vio nodded in exasperated agreement.

“Isn’t it great?” Jen came back out with a bowl of the pasta. “I figured I would make us dinner, since Clair was nice enough to let us work on the project at her place.”

“Oh, yea. That was nice of you.” Shadow glanced at the bowl, nose still winked like it had smelled something that had died. “But I um, I’m allergic to garlic, actually, so y’all have fun with that. I’ll be good with just the snacks.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry! I wish I had known.” Jen’s words where so fake, and it was all honestly beginning to piss them off.

“Uh no, really, it’s fine?” Shadow put its hands up in a small gesture of surrender, eyebrow raised, looking, honestly just a bit confused. “I brought plenty, and it’s not like I was planing on eating here anyways.” The girls shared a look, and visibly had to hold back giggles as they continued to ‘apologize’ to Shadow, who shared its own, much more confused, look with Vio, who just shook their head. “Uh, so, what’s going on?”

Running through his option in his head, Vio decided that this was, in fact, not worth it. No mater what Red said. Slamming their hands on the table as they stood, to get the girls attention, Vio leveled them with a glare. “You know what, I’ve just decided, I actually don’t want to do this project with you two. Shadow keep your snacks, trust me you don’t either.”

“Oh thank Hylia. I never wanted to.” Shadow didn’t even bother looking sorry as it spoke, just shrugging his shoulders when Clair gave him a look.

Vio had to hold back a laugh of their own at that, giving the girls the same sickly sweet fake smile the had been giving Shadow since he arrived, though theirs had much more fang in it. “I would say it was nice, but I’m not interested in tricking you. Next time you plan on pulling a prank on someone who’s not even your friend, maybe don’t tell it to someone else who also doesn’t like your fake bullshit.”

Jen just stared at Vio’s fangs as Clair used her friend as a human shield, as if Vio was actually going to attack them. Please, they had far more class then that. Shadow however, looked like a light bulb was just smashed over its head, and it was pissed about it. “Oh come on! Is this about the vampire thing? Really? How many times do I have to explain to people that just because I’m goth and allergic to garlic does not mean I’m a vampire.”

“You didn’t come in the apartment, either.” Jen added, with far to much confidence for someone who was currently being used as a human shield.

“Yea! Because I’m autistic!” It laughed. “Besides, who the fuck just, walks into someone’s home without being told to when they barely know them?”

“Most humans, for some reason.” Vio added. “Also, vampires technically can, we just, for the most part, agree that it’s rude.”

“Because it is! I swear, I do not get neruotypical people.” Shadow hooked its own arm with Vio’s, pulling the vampire back towards the door. “Come on, lets go.”

Any intimidation Vio had on the girls faded as they proceeded to short circuit. Do humans still consider this gesture a courting thing? Or was Shadow just being friendly and making a point? the last time Vio had dated a human, they had also still been human, so they really didn’t know, but they hoped the blush on Shadow’s face was an indication.

When Vio did come back to his senses the two where about half a block away from Clair’s apartment, and Shadow was furiously texting. Vio couldn’t make out much of the conversation, other then the contact name ‘Puppy,’ as the whole conversation was moving to fast.

Curious, they leaned closer, grinning when Shadow shuddered a bit, but the human just turned to them with a big smile. Before Vio could ask any of the questions they now had, Shadow spoke, putting his phone away as it did. “Letting my girlfriend know my plans for the evening have changed a bit.”

“Oh?” Vio mused with a frown, debating texting their own partner about the nights plans. “Does she like to know where you are all the time?”

“Nah, but I like to keep him updated.” Shadow laughed, light and airy as it leaned into Vio. “Her and his other boyfriend love to keep a tally of how many people accuse me of being a vampire. I’m pretty sure they take bets on it?”

Vio responded with a small breathy laugh and a bewildered look, until they realized Shadow was serious. “How, how does that even work?”

“I donno. I think its monthly.” It shrugged. “Like whoever gets closest in a month wins? Don’t ask me what they win, I have no idea.”

“Ah. Alright then.” Vio chuckled, they had decided notifying Red was pointless. The Fae had probably assumed that Vio and Shadow would dip at first opportunity, seeing as she knew Vio didn’t like the girls in their group.

“Sooo,” Shadow cut through their thoughts, “Wanna go do something else, or do you have a partner to get back to now?”

“Oh don’t worry, they know exactly what my plans for the night are,” They grinned at their Shadow, “After all, it was only with his convincing that I came at all.”

“Oh!” It laughed at that, a full body laugh that had it leaning away from the force. As soon as Shadow calmed down, however, it leaned back in. “So we’re in the same boat tonight then. Come on darling, I’ll show you my favorite secluded spot in the park.”

“Careful,” Vio’s voice dropped as they let Shadow drag them along, “I think that’s how you humans get bit.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” It shot them a coy smile, “That’s what I’m counting on.”

[technitango]

Happy New Year

To all my followers, to all my mutuals, to everyone, may your start to your year be as good as it can be. I am sending my love and well wishes. Thank you to everyone who has made this last year a better one for me! Please accept this devil judge fic as my gift~

(A bit explicit under the cut so be aware loves. This is a gahan fic with a healthy dose of yohan angst because of course.)

It's the end of a year and the beginning of a new one and Yohan's scars are aching. The scars from his father, barely visible now but some still peeking from beneath burned flesh, they ache in a way that causes Yohan to flinch, to cower, to clench his fingers into the covers until his knuckles go white. The scar that marrs the old lashings, the largest one, burns in the shape of a twisted cross along the expanse of his back, chokes him and suffocates him, leaves him feeling exposed and raw. There's another, across his palm, that he traces with his thumb reverently, and it aches but in a way that somehow dulls all the other pain, fills him with a taste in his mouth, oddly bitter and sweet at the same time. 

Mostly the pain is bearable. Worn, dull, these are familiar pathways trodden repeatedly. But sometimes it hits him all at once, unexpectedly, and Yohan has to grit his teeth, ride the waves of it and try to pull the pieces of himself back together afterward, the pieces that are left anyway. There are nights when he thinks he'll never be able to manage it, that the weight will crush him, the reminders of all his past wounds will rip him into so many shreds he won't have anything left. 

For some reason, when things are just on the cusp of new beginnings, or endings, it always seems worse. The end and start of a new year snaps something inside Yohan, and he feels spread thin, frayed at the edges. Yohan would like to say that he's gotten used to it. That he isn't a coward who runs away from his fears, but someone who faces them head on. But there's a part of him that will always whimper like a frightened child, a part deep inside that no matter how much he tries will never fully go away. Yohan would like to subdue that part of himself. His therapist says he should comfort it. Yohan is trying. Has tried. Will continue to.

But for now he will curl in on himself and grip the sheets tight with clammy fingers. The room is stifling and hot. The clock on the wall reads just shy of midnight. Yohan closes his eyes to it and wills the unwelcome ghosts to pass. 

There's a shift as the other side of the bed dips from an added weight, and Yohan flinches at the feel of cool fingers brushing sweat damp hair from his forehead. 

"Yohan-ah," Gaon murmurs softly. 

Yohan had purposely slipped from their shared bed to the extra bedroom tonight, knowing that he would most likely be tossing and turning fitfully, aware of what a night like this would bring, and not wanting to disturb Gaon's own sleep. He should have known Gaon would seek him out anyway, as he always does. Stubborn to no end. 

Yohan huffs out a strained laugh, "Kim Gaon, go back to bed." He hates the way his voice comes out tremulous and thin. 

"I am in bed." Gaon points out, petulant. 

Yohan sighs, rolling over and hiding the wince that elicits as best he can, he settles a frustrated but still fond gaze on the other man across from him. 

Gaon looks tired. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his brown hair is messy, his pajamas rumpled. He's been busy these days, work taking a toll on him, and he hasn't been getting much sleep. Yohan hates that he's become yet another reason Gaon won't be getting a good night's sleep. 

Gaon has started gently stroking Yohan's head, and Yohan resists the urge to lean into the touch. He doesn't deserve such a gentle touch, not tonight, not when every reminder of his failings are mocking him. 

Gaon looks hurt when Yohan pulls away. Yohan wants to fix it immediately, but his intellect is failing him tonight, his head feels stuffed full of cotton. So he doesn't say anything. 

When Yohan closes his eyes he sees flames. He had never deluded himself into thinking that revenge would absolve him of his sins, had tried his best to not even dare to hope that the nightmares would perhaps lessen, even a little. Yet they had, hadn't they? More than he had expected them to. And the weight on his shoulders had lifted, to an extent. But feelings are fickle things. Yohans scars run deeper than the superficial ones across his skin, and they will never go completely away. 

Gaon is in his space again. Yohan opens his eyes to watch as Gaon pulls Yohan's hand with the scar across the palm, Gaon's scar, and raises it to his lips, gently kisses it. He makes eye contact with Yohan as he does so, and Yohan swallows thickly. Gaon's eyes are burning with the kind of flames Yohan would gladly die in. 

Before he can stop himself Yohan wraps a firm hand behind Gaon's neck, yanks him none too gently close, and roughly connects Gaon's lips with his own. He knows this game. Gaon is trying to be distracting. Lucky for Gaon he has always managed to be terribly, awfully, wonderfully distracting. 

Gaon's lips are warm, and Yohan runs his tongue across the seam of them, nips at Gaon's bottom lip until Gaon is opening his mouth to him, and Yohan can taste him and devour him. He tightens his hold on the back of Gaon's neck, catches some strands of Gaon's hair and pulls. Gaon gasps against Yohan's mouth, but Yohan doesn't let him pull away. He kisses Gaon hard enough to bruise, bites at his lips until he tastes the metallic tang of blood. 

Yohan ignores the way his scars scream at him in protest, pushes down the words of his demons of guilt, you're using him again. Instead he lets pleasure take their place. He kisses along Gaon's jaw, Gaon's neck, bites hard at the juncture between neck and shoulder, licks soothingly and then bites again. 

Gaon jolts against him, entangles their legs together under the sheets, drawing Yohan closer. Yohan sits up with urgency, climbs on top of Gaon then, pushing the other man into the bed, straddling him. He grabs Gaon's arms tight, pulls them above his head in a vice-like grip. 

Gaon raises his eyebrows, looking amusedly up at Yohan. The younger man's face is flushed, chest rising and falling heavily. Yohan watches a small bead of blood pool along Gaon's bottom lip, ducks down to swipe it away with his tongue. Yohan pauses, his lips barely ghosting across Gaon's own. 

Gaon whispers into his mouth then, a provocation, "Use me, Yohan-ah." And something inside Yohan comes undone. 

There's a loud rushing in his ears, and he knows he should move slower, should be gentler. But Yohan also knows Gaon understands this, they've danced this dance plenty of times before. 

Yohan is keenly familiar with the way Gaon moans, deep and breathless, when Yohan bites at the inside of his thighs. The way he writhes, when Yohan digs his fingers into his sides hard enough that the marks will be there in the morning. 

Yohan still prepares him, of course, he doesn't want to break Gaon, necessarily, but he doesn't take his time, like he usually would. In fact there's barely any time at all before Yohan is pushing inside Gaon, and Gaon is tensing around the intrusion because it hurts, of course it does. Part of Yohan worries and wants to care, and the other part, the part that's unwinding and spinning out of control, well that part of him thrills at it, craves more of the furrow of pain to Gaon's brows. Wants to mark Gaon and delve into him so deeply, so completely, that he never stops feeling Yohan inside him. 

There are tears in the corners of Gaon's eyes, and they trail down his cheeks as he flutters his eyes open, looking at Yohan, seeing Yohan for who he is, and still wanting him, all of him. 

"Move." Gaon mouths the words at him. 

So Yohan does. He moves against Gaon deep, and rough, and Gaon only urges him to continue, wraps his arms around Yohan, digs his nails hard into Yohan's back. He rakes them down the scar there, and Yohan doesn't really feel that at all, but he still wants Gaon to do it again and again and again. 

A wild stray thought enters Yohan's mind. The thought that he'd like it if every scar across his body was made by Gaon, just like the one on his palm. Because Gaon owns him as thoroughly and completely as Yohan owns Gaon. It's a terrifying truth, yet thrilling all the same. 

Gaon's desperate moans have increased in frequency, and his thighs wrapped around Yohan's sides are trembling. Yohan watches in fascination at the way Gaon comes undone beneath him, even as he never falters in his ruthless pace. 

This is coming undone in a different way. When Yohan orgasms his vision goes white for a moment, and he grips Gaon's arms tight, struggling to intake air, shaking and consumed by pleasure. 

When his mind clears, Yohan becomes aware of the fact that Gaon is gently stroking Yohan's head again. Yohan has at some point leaned into Gaon and rested his head against the crook of his shoulder. 

Yohan's scars still ache. But to be fair, everything aches now, in a not entirely unpleasant way. If he bothered to look at the clock Yohan would see that it is well past midnight, the dawn of a new morning, and a new year. Yohan has never been much for traditions, and he isn't superstitious, but the rhythm of Gaon's breathing, and the tug of his fingers through Yohan's hair are perhaps enough to ease the nightmares, and to define that as at least a hopeful start to a year, well, for Yohan that is certainly more than he could ever dream of.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

A Failed Betrothal (Part 3)

There were a lack of stuff to read so I posted this instead.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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PART 3

The next day was weird to say the least for everyone but for Marinette, it was another can of worms that she wished she didn’t open. For one thing, Chat Noir’s feelings obsession for Ladybug switched from one black-haired girl to another which unfortunately was Ladybug’s civilian form. Which meant Marinette had to deal with Adrien’s Chat-Noir-level flirting and bad pick-up lines.

Perfect, just perfect.

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Everyone thought that a declaration speech of ‘being soulmates and the only one for him’ in front of the whole class from the ‘love of your life’ would warrant a ‘blushing to death and stammering’ or ‘outright fainting’. Not a facepalm, a groan, “Why me?” and a “I am sorry but NO. I don’t feel the same way about you”. Marinette vaguely wondered if there was some kind of rule for interesting events and confrontations to happen during lunch break while the class waits for Mme Bustier to start the lessons.

Marinette went to sit in her seat next to Chloe in the back row where she and her friends had been exiled to. The class was in stunned silence and questioning about whether or not they had fallen into an alternate universe or dreaming. Nathaniel and Alix tried to hide their snickers. Chloe just started outright laughing, turning very red in the face.

Marinette felt a nudge from Plagg in her bag. Looking down, she saw them holding up her phone to show Lila’s gaping face of horror with a wicked smug grin on their face. She looked through the photos to see everyone’s faces of confusion and shock at her rejection. Eyes wide and jaws dropped on the ground. Different shots of her classmates in the same state. She smirked and showed them to Chloe who calmed down enough, letting out the occasional giggles and took the phone with glee.

“Thank you, Plagg. Here you go.” she whispered, giving them a camembert macaron.(Tom had started experimenting with camembert in his recipes. Plagg is his first taste tester for all of them, making Tom one of Plagg’s favourite people.)

Adrien didn’t take the rejection very well.

“But we are meant to be. You are a designer and I am a model. Our partnership is the one to be envied by many for the ages.”

“And by that logic,” The designer turned to her main model for her MDC website, “Chloe, my love, will you be my one and only? For our love shines so bright ,paralleled only by a thousand suns.” Using the same voice Plagg does when they go on one of their love odes about camembert before losing her straight face and giggling.(Plagg doesn’t know whether to be offended or amused.)

Setting Chloe’s laughter off again. “Mariiiii,...stop….I can’t..*gasps*....I can’t…”

Nathaniel and Alix, finally lost control and joined Chloe in death by laughter. Adrien was flustered, turning red in the face either from anger, embarrassment or both.

“But Chloe isn’t a model.”

Marinette decided to put a stop to this, just on the off chance that Gabriel finally decides to akumatized his own son. She recomposed herself.

“She is the main model for my website and we have a partnership. You, however, work for your father. So does Miss Rossi. Does that sound like the partnership to be envied by many for the ages? Hmmm, Agreste? Anyways, like I said before, I have no interest in dating you.”

“Why not? We are friends and sometimes, friends like each other enough to date each other.” Adrien angrily asked.

“Because-”

“Because, Adrikins,” Chloe cuts in, “friends having to date because one of them is interested in something more makes no sense and is fucked-up. Marinette doesn’t owe you anything. Besides, she already has a long distance boyfriend who lives in America.”

“WHAT!?” Adrien shouted.

“What?!” The class had snapped out of their stupor. Since when had Marinette gotten over Adrien and had a boyfriend?

“What?” Marinette looked at Chloe with wide-eyes. Last she checked she was still single so what the hell was Chloe playing at. For Kwami’s sake, she hadn’t been on a date since the one with Luka which went awkwardly before they agreed that they think of each other as siblings and it will be best to stay that way.

Chloe gave her a look that said ‘I will explain later.’

“Oh yes, they met online a few months ago and now they are all lovey-dovey together. It’s just so ridiculous, so utterly ridiculous how disgustingly in love they are. They have video call dates at least once a week and somehow make it work despite the time differences. He once came all the way to Paris just to see her. He brought her some special flowers that apparently meant-”

Marinette slapped her hand over Chloe’s mouth. “Well, Chloe, Queenie, as much as I love you as my friend, you can stop gushing about my love life now. Because class is about to start.”

She said through gritted teeth as Mme Bustier finished taking her sweet time and walked in. Sadly, Alya wasn’t done with the conversation ,“Wait a minute, since when did Chloe and you become close enough that she is modeling for you? And a boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me, Girl? I thought we were friends. What about Adrien, he just confessed to you and you had been crushing on him for so long” Many girls gasped, angry that Alya broke the unspoken girl code.

“You have a crush on me?” Adrien looked hopeful. Like a lost kitten that had been stuck in the rain, was let into someone’s home.

“I had a crush on you,” Marinette corrected him, emphasising on the past tense, “and Alya had no business of sharing that information to the entire world despite us not being friends anymore.” She glared at the journalist who at least looked ashamed.

“You wanted to date Kagami so I moved on.”

One of the reasons anyway. I found out that you were my partner who had no concept of boundaries. You are a coward who only wants to maintain the class peace at the price of my mental health, she thought.

“Instead of continuing to pursue you.” She hoped the ever dense and oblivious model would get the hint she gave him. Tikki ,just this once, Grant me that ladybug luck.

“And Mme Bustier, it is time to start the lessons, don’t you think? Instead of focusing on the class drama to gossip about later on.” Marinette glared at the teacher, reminding her to do her job.

“Oh. Right.” Mme Bustier tried to regain her ‘perfect teacher’ image after getting embarrassed at being caught, “Right. Class, turn to page-”

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As soon as the bell rang for the end of school, Marinette dragged Chloe all the way to her room. Alix and Nathaniel followed them because as far as they know, Marinette had no boyfriends and they were as curious to find out what scheme Chloe had cooked up this time. They were as complicated and crazy as Ladybug’s. No offense, Marinette.

“Okay, Queenie, you have to explain why I now have a devoted American boyfriend who I am so in love with.” Marinette crossed her arms with a frown aimed at Chloe. The kwamis got out of their respective hiding places and went to the tray of food set out for them.

The trapdoor to her room opened, revealing the rest of their friend group before Chloe said anything.

“Did we miss anything?” Kagami asked as Longg and Sass joined the other kwamis.

“Juleka said something about an American boyfriend and how he sounds so romantic. Does that have to do anything with the text Alix sent us to come here?” Luka added.

“To recap, Adrien made a love confession to Marinette,” Alix started, biting into some of the delicious pastries the Dupain-Chengs gave them, ”in front of the entire class after an entire day of flirting and bad pick-up lines.”

“Wow, even after having his memories erased of being Chat Noir, he is still after Ladybug.” Luka chuckled, with the others joining in.

Marinette whined, “It was easier when he was Chat Noir. But now as Adrien Agreste, teen heartthrob, it is going to be much more difficult to get into his thick head that I don’t see him that way and it is going to get harder, now that Alya outed my old crush to him.”

“Oof. Sucks to be you.”

“So, our Mari-bug rejected him. He threw a tantrum and sulked, so like Chat Noir, how did we not notice?,” Alix continued, “After demanding reasons why they can’t date, Chloe gave Marinette an American boyfriend who she was in a long-distance relationship with. Speaking of, why did you do that?”

“I have known Adrik- Adrien since we were in diapers and I know how that mangy cat works. He grew up on Disney and had all those fairytales stuffed into his head. If you had told him that you were just not interested in dating at the moment, it won’t work because he will try his hardest to ‘woo’ you, because he still has a chance. He won’t push his luck as much if you were off the market.” Chloe explained.

“I am sure that, judging by the fact that Chat Noir still tries to date Ladybug despite her saying she is in love with someone, Adrien might try to get more proof of this boyfriend to make sure Marinette is just not pretending to have one.” Kagami pointed out.

“Ahh, but luckily I have a back-up plan. I have a friend, Tim Drake. We met at a few galas when we were younger and kept in touch. He also owes me a favor.”

“I hope this Tim Drake is cute.”

“He is and he’s older than you by two years and,” Chloe typed something on her phone, “A fellow caffeine addict so you can bond over that. Here’s a picture of him and his brother.”

On her phone were two extremely attractive and fit young men dressed in expensive suits at what looked like a gala, the older one had a charming polite smile with bright blue eyes, looking somewhat interested at what someone off-screen was saying despite looking like he will fall over any moment. His brother, however, looked like he would rather be anywhere but where he was. He was tanned and had green eyes that promised murder for daring to even breathe in his direction. Marinette noticed that he looked a little familiar but she can’t place why.

“Tim is the one that looks like he hasn’t slept in days and that’s his brother Damian next to him.”

“Wait a minute. That’s Tim Drake and Damian Wayne. The sons of Bruce Wayne, the billionaire co-CEO of Wayne Industries, which Tim Drake is also co-CEO of.” Nathaniel said with wide eyes and looked at Chloe, “You are using your favor to give our Mari here a fake boyfriend.”

“Of course, only the best for our Mari-bug.”

“Chloe, no, he is probably busy as he is with running the company. No need to get him involved in petty teenage drama.” No matter how much she doesn’t want to date Adrien, bothering a busy guy to be her fake boyfriend is not worth it in Marinette’s opinion. Which, of course, gets overruled by the overprotectiveness of her friends.

“I, for one, think this is one of Chloe’s better plans.” Kagami commented, the others agreeing with her. Traitors.

“Hey!” Chloe exclaimed, an offended look on her face, “Anyways, I will call him later.”

“Children, you better go home now before your parents worry.” Sabine’s voice came from below, “Remember we are also going through some drills tonight so try not to be late.” Having a former assassin for a mother is handy when you want to train a team of teenage superheroes.

“Bye, guys. See you later.”

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“Just because you have been trained since birth does not excuse you from the drills. You also need to get used to the black cat.” Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ reprimanded her with her arms crossed. When Ladybug started her new team, she was the first permanent member but as the team got bigger, she stepped back to be back-up and mentor for the team.

“Yes, Maman, I know but I am nearly finished with this commission. I will catch up with you later. Promise.” Marinette stretched, looking up from her latest project. Plagg was napping in the little basket she had made for all the kwamis to sleep in which fit all of them and had some extra space for Nooroo and Dusuu after they had been retrieved.

The reason she had Plagg instead of Tikki who was with Alix was because of the new tactic the Miraculous Team came up with. To keep the balance the Ladybug and Black Cat must be active at the same time but with Adrien gone, someone must wield the ring until a new permanent holder is found and it was not a good idea for both of them to be on the same person at the same time. The team decided to rotate using the earrings and ring between them with Marinette using other miraculouses when the others have them. It also had the added bonus of making it harder for Hawkmoth to find out who has them at any given time.

“See you later, 灵儿 (líng er, means intelligence). I will give you 15 minutes but that’s it. Don’t be late.” Sabine sighed and got out the skylight and went towards the safehouse where the Miraculous team met to get training. (It is one of Sabine’s emergency safehouse to use in times of emergency and it had the required space to train 6 teenagers. Chat Noir never came to training, lazy cat.)

Marinette never made it to the warehouse.

Because a few minutes after her mother left, the skylight opened to let in five figures dressed in dark colours to easily blend into the shadows like they were trained to be. Too bad they weren’t as quiet. Marinette immediately summoned a bo-staff to defend herself.

One of them lunged at her and she retaliated by hitting the end of her staff to their middle, coupled with a couple more blows and landed one that knocked them out. The others threw throwing stars which she dodged by jumping back. Which landed her to be trapped by the two assassins, whom she didn’t notice, had moved. She cursed in every language she knew as she struggled against them. It led to no avail as she was badly out-numbered. There was a prick on her head and her world went black.

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Plagg awoke to a loud commotion. Irritated, they poked their head out to see their new temporary kit knocked out, tied up and hauled away. Recognizing the kidnappers as assassins of the League of Shadows, they scowled. Ra’s Al Ghul was going to pay.

Plagg may not act like it much but the black kwami was patient and smart. Smart enough to leave a note with an explanation somewhere visible with the messy aftermath of a fight before trailing the assassins. Oh, Roarr’s tiger was going to be pissed once she found out what happened. Wherever they were taking Marinette, it would be best to have a kwami of destruction to help her escape. The night made Plagg almost invisible and allowed to move unseen. They caught up easily and hid in their holder’s midnight hair. Now, their patience came into play. It was a matter of waiting for the right moment to pounce.

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(Part 4)

[bruhstories]

Choke Me

Summary: Reiner can’t comprehend why you won’t have sex with him. You help him understand Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, dom!Reader, sub!Reiner, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, unprotected sex, tied up Reiner Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: You know what, I'm thriving off of sub!Reiner.

It absolutely baffled Reiner how someone like Annie was such good friends with someone like... you. He didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just too strange that the two of you were so close, yet complete opposites of each other. Annie was a tomboy, silent and calculating, you were dressed in pink from head to toe, loud and outgoing and just so adorable. And you completely ransacked his heart. Reiner was utterly in love with you, and you knew it. So, when he mustered up the courage to ask you out, it did not come as a surprise. In fact, you too crushed on him, and every time you were at their place, your eyes drifted to him, always, all the time. The two of you clicked instantly as a couple, and Reiner could only wonder how on Earth were you single until him, going so far as to asking Annie about your love life and with widened eyes, she hastily dismissed him. See, the thing was that you, despite your bubbly and juvenile personality, were a sick, sadistic dominatrix, and boys were terrified of that. While you usually donned clothing in pastels, flowy dresses and chiffon blouses, half of your closet was filled with garters, suspender belts, corsets, some in the deepest shades of red, others black, materials varying from lace to latex. Whenever you had a guy over and pulled out whips, riding crops or ball gags, they would disappear from the face of the Earth, never evercalling you back. Annie knew this about you but never judged. To each their own, she would say, not exactly caring about your kinks. But she wouldn't know how Reiner would react to that, and while intrigued to find out, she didn't want you two to break up either. Deep down she cared about all of her friends, despite the aloof attitude.

Three months into your relationship, you still politely declined Reiner's offers to have sex. He was incredibly sweet, treating you like a princess, and in return you were supportive and caring, but fearing that he, too, might run away after learning about your kinks, you kept finding excuses to deny him. At one point he even asked you if you have some sort of STD, genuinely concerned but promising to still be with you no matter what. You promised you were clean, but that only made him more curious as to why you wouldn't have him. 'You're not attracted to me?' or 'Am I doing something wrong?' were his usual questions and your heart broke in thousands of pieces each time you refused him. He seemed like the kind of man who dominated in bed, and while you were inclined to switch it out sometimes, you always, always had to have it your way the first time you fucked a guy.

Eventually Reiner couldn't take it anymore. He called you, begged you to explain yourself to him and you ceased to try and keep him away from the carnal pleasure you both desired. You invited him over, offering to cook dinner and disclose what you had managed to hide for so long. He popped at your door with a bouquet of daffodils, matching the honey-yellow apron tied around your waist, his eyes were needy and woeful, still believing it's his fault that you two haven't had sex yet. He kissed you on the lips, starving for more, but you pulled back, opting to discuss things first.

"So," you began, legs crossed under the table and anxiously swirling spaghetti with your fork, "I... shit, I don't even know how to say it."

"Y/N, whatever it is, I promise it won't change what I feel for you." Reiner caressed your cheek so gently that you felt sorry for dragging him into this.

"I think it's best if I show you." You got up, took hold of his hand and guided him into your bedroom. The chamber perfectly reflected your personality, with garlands and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, doodles and drawings taped to the walls and stuffed toys bundled up on your baby blue bedsheets. "You better sit down for this, babe."

"Jesus, how bad can it be?"

With a sigh, you swung open the closet door, revealing the strangest of sex toys, erotic lingerie and high heeled footwear. Reiner erupted into laughter, throwing himself on your bed and holding his abdomen.

"Why exactly are you laughing?" Your voice was serious, dangerous almost, your body lacking a reaction.

"You're telling me you didn't wanna have sex because, what? You're into BDSM?"

"I don't think you get it, Reiner. I'm not just into it, I like dominating men." You frowned, taken aback by his attitude. He perked his ears up and sat up, suddenly attentive, his gaze locking with yours.

"Do you want to dominate me?" The blond asked, unsure of what it would feel like, but inquisitive to try.

"If you'll let me, yes." You bit your lip, fingers smoothing the apron.

"Fuck it, if it makes you happy, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Reiner declared, palms on his knees. "Do I need a safe word?"

"Not tonight, I'll go easy on you." You beamed, eyes glistening with so much joy and he almost regretted his decision.

Almost.

Tied up, naked and helpless, Reiner could only watch how you strutted into the bedroom, latex corset around your waist, tits out, riding crop in hand.

"Shit, you look so-" crack.

The thin object met with his cheek and he groaned in pain, confusion written all over his face.

"You speak when I allow it, understood?" And he nodded desperately. "Good boy. Maybe if you behave, I'll reward you."

It was then when Reiner realised how easily his dick hardened when he submitted. It was then when he realised how much he loved you.

You dragged the crop across his body, goosebumps all over his skin, before you propped one foot on the bed, spreading your legs and exposing your wet cunt to him. You could've sworn you saw his pupils dilating when your fingers barely touched the slick slit.

"You want this, Reiner?"

"Yes!" The man almost cried out, licking his lips. Crack. Another hit, this time over his thigh and he whimpered — the sound was music to your ears.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please!"

"That's better." You hummed, slightly spreading your folds, foot still on the bed. Your middle finger rubbed around your clit, a quiet moan escaping your lips. "Tell me how much you want it!"

Pulling at his restraints, Reiner sighed. Never has he felt so overpowered, but the pleasure he took from it was slowly seeping in his brain, clouding his judgment.

"I need you, Y/N. I need to feel you so bad, please!"

"You gotta earn it first." Voice aggressive yet seductive, you climbed on top of him, feet at the sides of his head. "Lick it good and I'll reward you. Do a bad job and I'll punish you." And before he could utter a word you were straddling his face. His tongue sloppily licked everything it could, in or around your cunt, and you forcefully grabbed the metallic bedframe with one hand, your other one fondling your soft tits. Your moans echoed in the room as you moved your hips for more friction, your breath hitching, his cock twitching. "Atta boy!" You groaned and slid off of him.

"Did I do well?" Reiner asked, hope glistening in his eyes.

"Very well." You snickered and pressed your lips onto his to taste yourself in a sinful kiss.

"Can I get my reward?" The man asked after you pulled away, a mixture of saliva and slickness at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh, I don't know..." You scrunched your nose.

"Please, Y/N! I've been good, I- I need you around my dick, please!" He begged, not even caring how desperate he sounded and that only made you feel like a goddess. You picked up the riding crop and dragged it up and down his shaft, terror in his eyes.

"I wonder how much it would hurt." You mused, head tilted and mischief in your voice.

"No, no, you said it was good! Please don't punish me-"

"Oh, don't be stupid." You rolled your eyes, climbing back on top of him. "I need that dick as much as you do." And with that, your hand helped push his cock in between your folds, painstakingly slowly taking it all in. "Fuck, you're big."

The sound of skin against skin tickled your brain, your hips moving up and down, your cunt clenching around his throbbing member.

"Please..." Reiner groaned.

"Please what?" You threw your head back, the pressure forming in your core making you moan louder.

"Please choke me!" He asked and you almost stopped moving, taken aback by his request.

"I'm beginning to think you like being dominated, love." You grinned, your fingers lightly squeezing his neck.

"God, you're so tight!" The man bucked his hips, the unexpected thrust earning a whimper out of you. "Harder, choke me harder!"

"Fuck, Reiner!" The grip around his neck tightened and your moves became frantic, animalistic. "You like that? You like the way I fuck you?"

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded, unable to speak.

"Look at you, so small and pathetic." You panted, feeling your climax close and his cock pulsating. "Oh, are you gonna come? Go on, do it, come for me!" You cried out, legs violently quaking as the sticky hot liquid dripped out of your folds, down his shaft. For a moment neither of you moved. You looked at Reiner through strands of Y/H/C that draped over your face, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your hands extended and you untied the ropes around his wrists, falling next to your boyfriend on the mattress, cum leaking out of your cunt.

"Do you still... love me?" You whispered, your voice shy, completely different to the woman you were five seconds ago.

"Babe, of course! And to be fair, it was so hot submitting to you." Reiner pulled you to his chest, fingers brushing your cheek. "Say, think we can switch it up next time?"

"Nope!" You smiled and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

"Eh, at least I tried." The man shrugged. "In all seriousness, though, don't hide things like these from me. If this is what you like then I respect that, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Most boys ran, but Reiner was a man, and he was clearly going to stay.

"Maaaaybe we can switch next time. But only if you behave!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

[hyukmoon]

moon. | l.sy x gn!reader

lee sangyeon x gn!reader

word count: about 4.01k

to put it short: congrats! Something you should actually say, right? Your best friend and crush is getting married in two days and you feel,... well, not very good about it. So, wait... he's returning the feelings? Damn.

content warning: ANGST in capital letters, I would add lots of exclamation points but im lazy. So yeah, hella angsty. Some good old making out, it's kind of heavy at some point but no smut at this point lol. I don't condone any of the done actions, so yeah, I would've personally handled everything differently, but you know, y/n is kinda wild. Very awkward sometimes, but that's more the situation in itself. ALSO, NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @loki-in-hogwarts

note: the second thing i wrote and im somewhat excited!!! Yes! Exclamation points. So,... thanks for reading :)

It was a great day. Well, at least seemingly for everyone but you. Your best friend in this world Sangyeon was about to get married to the love of his life, who is notyou and now you just stand in the hotel lobby waiting for it to happen. Funnily enough, the crushing feeling of desperation and fear didn’t seem to set in yet.

The hotel lobby was filled to the brim with acquaintances and other guests possibly confused by the uproar of the wedding guests. So, who were you specifically waiting for? The rest of your friend group, the ones who will most likely clean up after the wedding whatever will be left of you.

A nervous smile swept up to your lips, casually just avoiding every sort of tension that could come across you. Just with the luck of this entire occurrence an older woman started to approach you, demon alike features spreading around her face almost like she knew you were apparently the only single person here. An aunty, that wasn’t even related to you but had all the business to judge.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom?”, her sweet voice rang a familiar feeling in your stomach. Almost too sweet, making you suspicious of her intent. “I’m here for my best friend, Sangyeon. So, yeah, for the groom.”, you hesitated a second, “What about you though? Do you know the bride?”

“She’s my youngest niece, the only one that still visits, her sisters don’t even care anymore…” You nodded politely, not wanting to anger her now and stepped towards a different direction.

“So, my dear, are you here with anybody?” You already feared that question, the same as always. The eyes of yours started with a panicked expression searching through the room a familiar pair. “No, I am here on my own. I kinda wanted to focus on getting Sangyeon through with it, being there for him.” As a friend.

Possibly this was the first part of feeling despair and fear. People at this wedding were really waiting for them to get married. They weren’t joking, this would change everything.

“Ah, I see. You know, get over him. Well, it is time for you at least, you’re not getting younger. There are quite few handsome men here. I remember the names Juyeon and ah yes! Kevin, get over here!” As far as you were concerned, your facial expression couldn’t possibly look more stunned than a moment ago, yet another one of your good friends appeared, seemingly just as confused.

This only held on for a good second, Kevin knew exactly what to do. “Oh hi, I’m so sorry to steal [Y/N] away from you, but I actually need to talk to them on my own over a gift we both prepared for the couple!”, he grinned at the lady, who was obviously smitten with him. “Yes, of course, hun. Take your time.” She finally hushed into a separate direction.

“So, how are we doing? You seem kinda… stressed.”

“You don’t say”, you sighed, “if I have to go through a conversation like this again today, believe me I’ll-. “

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I get the sentiment. Even though I meant more the other situation. Like in, Sangyeon getting married and you sitting here all grumpy because of it.”, Kevin was already aware of your “small” infatuation with your best friend, a man too far out of your reach also funnily enough, the man’s wedding you’re attending. However, your friend in front of you didn’t seem to mind talking about it out loud in a place like the hotel lobby. Your lips tightened up into a fine line.

“I’m not grumpy! I just…I don’t really know what to do. I mean, I know I’m going to be there for him but yeah, okay, I might feel a bit grumpy.” The lobby did clear up a lot now.

“Okay, oof. There’s this dinner with everyone in the evening today, do you think you can get through that?”, Kevin asked hesitantly just as stressed with this additional complication.

“I mean, I probably have to, don’t I? This makes me so sick, ugh. Not gonna lie, my stomach feels like a laundry machine.” You laughed quietly and drifted off again into a place where you didn’t need to think about this.

“What did you really expect though? You know I love you, respectfully, but like, this feels like an incredibly bad move to do.”

“Don’t you think it would be worse if I didn’t show up at all? I’ll just need to go through this weekend and I’m outta here. No one will know anything.” It might feel like a nightmare but at least a nightmare you can actually run away from and not actually have to face at some point.

“Well, I hope you’ll keep your confidence. Because imagine I saw the person, I love getting married to someone else. Oh my, believe me, you wouldn’t find me for the next three weeks.”

“Not very helpful, a good three out of ten. I guess, I’ll just stick to sulking around then.” A dead smile crept up your lips following a stern look from your side at your opposite.

“Seems like a good plan, just stick to me, maybe we will find someone to take your attention away from this, huh?” A sly grin was visible on Kev’s face.

“Ughhh, of course. Let’s do this. It can’t get much worse than that”, you cleared your throat, “thanks, though. You actually make this here somewhat bearable.”

“Awww, come on. We should pack out our suitcases.”

No one can really prepare someone for a moment like this. Most older folk turned into their hotel rooms which left you in a party like situation seeing your closest friends turning it up in a huge pavilion while the future groom sits comfortably on a velvety sofa hand in hand with his fiancée.

The air was quite warm even at this time of the evening, not humid, just warm enough for everyone to taste the end of this era with nostalgia and a slight feeling of energy to experience what’s to come afterwards.

You as well sat down, continuously processing your environment. With a cup of your favorite drink, you felt invincible, nothing able to shake you down.

Now while this wasn’t a preferred environment, this was manageable; you could look your best friend into his eyes and proudly congratulate him on his wedding. You would be able to get over this and continue to be a great friend. Black hair with an intense facial expression made its way into your viewpoint along with a somewhat tipsy Kevin. Simultaneously the lighter hair of your best friend fought his way through the crowd.

Lee Sangyeon, the man lighting up your mood with simple touch of his fingertips was now signalizing for you to head outside towards the veranda of the pavilion. He exuded patience, yet clearly waiting for a response of you. You nodded and brushed cautiously over your evening attire.

“Hii, [Y/N]! Can I introduce this someone to you? This is Juyeon, he might look a bit intense, but he’s really nice to talk to! So, I’m gone for a sec then!” Kevin started drifting off into a different direction where you stopped him in his tracks.

“Could this wait? Sangyeon needs to talk to me. I think it’s important, I’ll come back though in a bit!” You gifted both of them an apologetic face and made your way around the men towards the going to be groom.

Surely it wasn’t exactly clear why he wanted to speak to you, especially on his own. He was still waiting for you after all.

“[Y/N]! What has it been? Like three? Four months? I missed you so much.”, Sangyeon pulled you into his chest abruptly and sighed softly into your shoulder. Engulfed entirely in his figure you never wanted to wake up from this again. Was it now 10 seconds? 15 seconds? Neither he nor you really seemed to let go, taking in all the scents of his that were formerly familiar to you.

“Yeah, I think so. You were probably busy planning this all and I just had to work, I guess.” Trying to keep it short was your main goal, appearing distant maybe. He didn’t mind at all though. Not discouraged from continuing this conversation Sangyeon pointed at the veranda, showing the only speck of space with little to no crowd.

The veranda was close to closed off to the party. Non distinguishable palm trees in the far distance were playing right into your cards for not having to look into his eyes. Magnetically glowing, that’s how he appeared. All happy and smiley about the obvious luck he was experiencing. Now again, he sat down with you in the beach chairs without loosing a word.

“The palm trees are so pretty. You remember me wanting to buy some new plants?”, you tried to invite him to the conversation.

“You always want to buy new plants, which time do you mean?” Sangyeon grinned to himself. “You know what? It’s so weird. Everything feels still so unreal. This wedding, also you at my wedding… So weird.”

“I am literally your best friend, where else should I be? Your funeral? At home? Who else is going to charm the hotel staff for some free capri suns and new towels?” Your mouth crinkled up and you let out a soft laugh.

“[Y/N] … You know exactly what I mean!”

“Noo, not at all. I’m so confused right now, not gonna lie.” Your face finally moved towards his direction, seeing his gentle gaze resting on you.

“Do you remember when we were still in school, and we promised each other we would marry each other if we didn’t find anybody else?” His gaze got more intense with each sentence.

“Yeahh, kind of. I was probably tired and it’s like ten years ago. I’m not really sure what you’re trying to tell me.”

“I really thought I was going to marry you. For several years, actually.”, he laughed. “I had such a crush on you and then you met your s/o and all that. Ughh, it seemed so complicated back then. Kind of weird to think about what could have happened if I did ask you out or something.”

“True.”, you turned away again standing up and resting against the wooden railing of the pavilion. “But you didn’t so, let’s just drop it there.” The weather as well started rebelling a bit, the wind hugging your figure slightly too tight for your taste.

“Why are you so cold all of a sudden?”, he whispered closely behind you.

“Well, you’re getting married tomorrow. And you’re telling me about a crush you had on me?”, you croaked.

“I was just being nostalgic, I thought this would be fine with you.” Sangyeon appeared now next to you on the railing, waiting for you to face his concerned dark eyes.

“It isn’t for me. It just feels wrong.”

“What feels so wrong about it? It was a long time ago.”

It is here, the bitterness. Bitterness shouldn’t even be the correct term, the pain of your heart going into a slump didn’t feel like a fitting word. Being reminded again that you will never have a chance again.

“Wait or is it not a long time ago for you?”, The voice of his tried to word his next sentence very carefully.

“I went out with them because I thought you were joking. Then when I thought about you, it was always different. It was too late though, you met her.” Only the close ocean along with the wind were hearable, neither you nor he were able to form another thought put into a sentence.

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve-.”

“Broken up with her?”

“No, I-.”

“Then what could you have done?”, you interrupted Sangyeon’s rambling, trembling while speaking. Terribly spiteful with a bite that wasn’t too often dripping down your lips.

“This.” Sangyeon pressed a fluttery kiss against your lips. Slender fingers tapped onto the skin right under your chin, signalizing you to look at him.

The now much calmer atmosphere made you snake your arms around his torso. Heat rose towards your head, longing after a second out in the cold again just to see his lovely facial expression. Your lips broke off and touched once more in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His hot breath started sliding downwards your cheek to your neck, physically making you unable to resist his entrancing presence. Also his hands broached over from your face down to your waist, holding you with the lightest touch.

Sangyeon’s lips darted away from yours, catching you staring deeply into his eyes. The silence felt warm now as well, filled with the slow and recovering breath of the participants.

“[Y/N], I think I still feel that way.”, a rosy blush swept over the man’s face you wanted to hear say these things so many times and so long ago.

“No. No. No. You shouldn’t! I shouldn’t either! I have to go.” The reality of the situation caught up to you. This was bad. Incredibly bad. Still the disgusting feeling of hope within this made its way up to your head. Stinging alongside the feeling of remorse, you didn’t think clearly, especially now, next to him.

You darted in the fastest way possible from the pavilion up to the hotel to your room, leaving him there.

Today should be the final day. The hopes that already should have been buried a long time ago, crawled up again and clawed its way into your mind. What if he leaves her for you today? Like in those unrealistic rom coms. Yes, again, it was unrealistic.

Leaving her at the altar and running after you. While all those thoughts of hope and wishes came together you found yourself with a stomachache. His fiancée was an incredibly nice person, sweet and kind along with being a beauty. You shouldn’t even dare to think about Sangyeon that way anymore, she deserved a lot more. Quite honestly, you felt pathetic. Who were you to run into their possible future?

Just because of a simple brush over the lips, his eyes staring into yours like no one else existed but you and his soft hands delicately touching your waist. A tap on your shoulder put you out of your trance, “[Y/N]? Can you go up to Sangyeon’s room? He asked for you.” Kevin’s eyes glanced at you with uncertainty. Neither you nor he knew why he wanted to see you.

Even more importantly, why did he need to see you alone? This seemed like dangerous territory after, basically yesterday. Agony rose again, what if he really was going to leave her?

“Sure, I don’t know why he wants to see me again though.”, you said and left to see the groom’s room. You stumbled more and more over every step closer to the door of the man who’s going to rip your heart and air out of your lungs. The normally soft laid out carpet felt in this moment like you were stepping barefoot over glass. There was the door, brightly painted in eggshell paired with the digits of the hotel room.

Before you could reach the door to knock on it, light brown waves greeted your overtly surprised face.

“You clean up well.”, Sangyeon’s rang in your ears clearer than freshly hung-up laundry in your nose. His previously concerned face curled up into a faint smile.

“Same goes for you”, you tried your best to hide the very apparent frog in your throat, “So, why do you need me?”

“Just needed to see you before going out there, I guess.”, his voice got a lot quieter. It got silent.

Not sure if a said word was necessary, you plopped down on a small, velvety stool. Every whisper was to be heard. An otherness surrounded Sangyeon, like he wasn’t there anymore, and his thoughts took over his being. You scooted closer towards him, just wanting to see him up close for the last time like this, smelling his earthy cologne from this distance.

“Why are you doing this to me?”, your voice went close to hoarse after the question. He was just as silent as before. No sound, nothing. This torment of a weekend was supposed to end with no gratification, not feeling free from this feeling on your chest? Your hand slid over his, the most desperate attempt to get his attention while also experiencing his touch again. Sangyeon jerked his hand back and returned to his absent posture.

“Why do you want to hurt me like this? I am your best friend, and you use me like I’m nothing.” The lack of power you had now made you sink down to the beige teddy carpet. Small tears started swelling up in your nearly dry eyes, kind of contradictory, yet the more tear drops rolled down your cheeks the rottener and hollow you felt.

“You were my best friend until you-.”, he stopped midsentence, “made me feel things again I didn’t need, I didn’t want.” Also his face was wet, ridden with tears making his usually calm and cheerful persona look like a painful insult.

“You asked me here. It hurts, Sangyeon. I can’t make it stop hurting, I don’t know what to do”, you reached for him again, “Could I ever be enough for you?” He returned your former attempts to stroke your face. Cornering both of you, the air trapped you in the toxins of heartbreak and hopelessness.

Once again, Sangyeon’s hand glid over your soft skin and halted on your face. Glaringly staring into each other’s eyes, you were there again. The day before, yesterday. Close to baring the soul of each person present.

“[Y/N], it’s not about being enough. It never has been. I have made a commitment I already broke, I…I can’t do this”, he sighed, “you know I love her.”

“I thought you loved me as well.” Overwhelming nothingness overruled you, almost scaring you about this reaction. You weren’t crying, yelling nor having any physical reaction at all. It was convincingly numb; the resting hurt would come later. Sangyeon’s head dropped in the dip of your shoulder and neck.

This sort of closeness would never happen again. You feeling him breathing into you while having his comforting heartbeat close to yours.

“I do, but I can’t do this to her. I would never do this to her.”, he whispered into your shoulder. A sigh came from his side.

“Then, please. Kiss me, for the last time.” The last part of the sentence left a disgustingly bitter taste in your mouth. This was over, right? His head, which was formerly resting on your shoulder, drifted up and towards yours. Also his expression blank and hollow, like he didn’t know anything.

For the last time, his hands cupped your face in a comfortable manner. As always, he felt homely, but he surely wasn’t yours ever. Not even waiting a good second or two, the light brunette’s face came closer to yours. With no hesitation both of your lips touched tenderly, releasing every sort of affection that could be expressed at that second. You inhaled again his intoxicating scent, in the hopes of having him all over you. His now reddened lips moved closer towards your jawline making you gasp for air.

Also, you weren’t completely still, constantly shifting your hands up and down over his torso upwards his neck, desperately feeling everything, you can for the last time. Sangyeon’s locks tickled you softly while he suddenly latched his mouth onto your neck right below your ear.

“No. Please, I just want a kiss on my lips.”, you said lowly, closely resembling a whine afterwards. He complied pretty quickly, leaving you with no thought but him tickling your bottom lip with his warm tongue. With him being this fast, you didn’t want to keep him on his toes. Entirely engaged in this moment, hands surprised you again on your waist, wandering closer and closer under the blouse you were wearing. You moaned into the kiss, making him take the opportunity to maneuver his tongue into your mouth.

Similarly to you, he was also stunned for a short moment when you grabbed up onto some strands of hair. A sigh left his now plump lips, a need of fresh air arrived onto both of you. Yet this was short lived, his hands captured your chin and attached his lips again onto yours in a matter of mere seconds. A bell rang, close footsteps to be heard across the floor reminding you of the situation you were in.

“Why am doing this? I am so sorry.”, you broke off his lips and took a step backwards at the door.

“[Y/N], we both did this, and it won’t happen again. We just need some time without each other. I think it would be for the best if we don’t spend time together alone anymore.”

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing? I don’t know what to say. I-.”, His lips captured yours again fast with a lot more force behind his kiss.

A strong arm shut the about to be opened door again and hovered over your head. The other one caught grabbed your chin with an almost contradictory feeling to it, the lightest touch just to shove you into his direction. You sighed into his lips, waiting for him to commit with his tongue one more time. Buttery lips pressed against yours and clang inside your mouth. Fiercely did your tongues meet, ending with him sucking on yours. Wet cheeks batting against each other with no intent of separating, your movement still came to a halt.

“You know what? I hate this. I want you to be happy, then if it is with her, I will just y’know…go or uhm mind my business.”, you slurred the last part. It wasn’t really one of your most prideful moments. Still flushed with tears and embarrassment you dropped again against the room door.

“I ask for one condition though,” incredibly hearse was your voice after the crying and even more so because of your follow up, “I do not not want to see you for some time, I don’t want to have to see your face ever again.” Tears weren’t anymore swelling up in your eyes, they never seemed to stop running down with no chance of leaving this conversation with an ounce of self-respect and pride.

It wasn’t even really much of a problem to leave him behind for a bit, it most likely would be for the best anyway, yet while his words should only leave a small mark and feel like a ripped off band aid, you felt alone. A sense of loneliness crept stealthily into you leaving you with nothing but a severe feeling of dread.

“If that is what you want, I’ll respect that.” The room got quieter till you heard the last of his words: “Of course, I still want you in on my wedding though, you’re still my best friend.” Sangyeon’s usual soft and kind smile appeared on his face, seemingly reaching you an olive branch. The former assertiveness and confidence drained through the conversation; you were nothing but a wreck.

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

The ceremony was beautiful. Fairy like flowers were hung all across the beach space, making the place more surreal than it was to begin with. Everything light with a hint of light green and an even lighter lavender tone. The air seemed to have evaporated all the tension and sadness from your face. All across the seats were relatives and friends sitting with a nervously happy face. Ironically, he really thought it was going to be you someday.

“You’re [Y/N], right? Everyone always tried to introduce me to you. Now we’re sitting next to each other at Sangyeon’s wedding together! I’m Juyeon by the way.”

[fangirlovestuff]

Pool Day - Chris Evans x reader

(gif not mine!)

a/n- thoughts are not being formed at this moment, please consider coming back later. i planned on writing something else today but this was more urgent ;)

warning: extreme thirst, read at your own risk lol (no graphic smut though)

the first time chris invited you over you weren’t sure what to expect

but when you exited into his backyard, beers in hand and saw the pool you practically squealed

you loved swimming, and your friend having one was definitely a plus

so next time he invited you over he told you to bring a swimsuit so you two could jump in

and by that point in your friendship (i mean who are we kidding here it was right from the start) you had a bit of a crush on him

so you obviously brought your sexiest swimsuit

i mean, there was nothing to lose😏

worst case, he doesn’t like you so he wouldn’t care

so you showed up at his place, right on time, wearing a little flowy dress and your swimsuit

you immediately dragged chris towards the pool excitedly

“woah, wait a minute, i don’t have my swimsuit on yet,” he chuckled at your enthusiasm

you left him to change and went out, putting down your bag, turning your phone on so you’ll be able to hear it from the pool if someone needed you, stuff like that

just when chris came out to the yard, he caught sight of you pulling the dress above your head, revealing your gorgeous curves

he averted his gaze quickly, embarrassed at his ogling

little did he know, you were doing just as much ogling

his tattoos were on full display, and so were his amazing abs

it took all of your self control not to just go over there and lick and suck at his abs or trace the lines of his tattoos with your fingertips

but all you did was swallow a little heavily and call out to him

“chris, will you help me put sunscreen on my back? i can’t reach”

his tongue unintentionally darted out to wet his lips

“yeah, sure,” he answered, keeping his voice casual

he started massaging the lotion all over your back

when he reached the curve of your waist you took in a sharp breath

“you okay?” he asked

“yeah, you just tickled me a little,” you smiled at him over your shoulder

no you didn’t for the love of god pull me in by the waist and fuck me all the way to next week

after he finished doing your back he gave you back the sunscreen and went to jump in the pool

“where do you think you’re going?” you smiled

“into my pool?” chris quipped back

“not without sunscreen you’re not,” you put your hand on his shoulder and drew him back, starting to rub the sunscreen on his back

chris rolled his eyes

“you know this is my backyard right? i don’t really need this”

you only raised your eyebrow at him and continued

and because you couldn’t resist you came to face him, spraying some on his chest and putting your palms on his pecs

“put it on,” you thrust the sunscreen into his hands

once you were both ready chris backflipped into the pool

“showoff,” you scoffed as you put your foot in the water tentatively

“care to join me?” he smiled, relaxing into the water

you ignored him, trying to figure out what would be the smoothest way to go in after him

“what’s wrong, scared to come in?” he smirked

“like hell i am,” you rolled your eyes

you simply jumped in, hands first swimmer style and swam your way towards chris

once you were next to him you stood up, smirking up at him

up close, chris got a good look at the drops of water dripping along your neck and collarbones

he was hypnotized

“let’s have a handstand competition!” you exclaimed out of the blue

“in the water?” he asked

“it’s the only way i stand a chance,” you laughed

“no it’s not. you’ve clearly never seen me attempt a handstand on the ground,” chris chuckled

“oh come on, with those arms i doubt how difficult it could be,” you giggled and placed your hand on his bicep

“anyway,” you continued, suppressing the shiver that rose in you at the way his eyes darkened at your touch, “let’s see who does better in the water”

chris did his handstand and then you passed your judgment

“very stable, great technique,” you said in your best sports judge voice, “i’d give this a 10/10,” you smiled

you did your handstand then, and just to show off a little you spread your legs as wide as you could and then brought them back together neatly and went down in a graceful roll forward before coming out of the water with a grin

“how’d i do?” you asked, grinning even wider at chris’ dumbstruck face

“showoff,” he echoed your earlier words to you with a smile

“don’t be a sore loser,” you playfully chastised

you swam closer to him, your eyes fixating on his tattoo, trying to read the words on his collarbone

you lifted your head to ask him when did he get it, but your words caught in your throat when you saw the look he was giving you

your eyes darted to his lips and then back to his eyes, your own lips parting slightly

he ducked his head down and kissed you with fervor, your tongues battling against each other

you could taste a bit of chlorine, a faint hint of the beer he probably had before you came and a taste you could only describe as chris

and you were instantly addicted

you wrapped your legs around his unfairly slim torso as one of his hands supported your back, the other one cradling your cheek

your hand gripped his hair, tousling it

when you parted you were both panting 

you looked up at chris to find his eyes blown wide with lust

you bit your lip at the sight of him, hair disheveled from your touch

“wanna get out of here?” he asked with a smirk

“sure,” you said breathily 

he carried you out of the pool and into the house

and god, bringing your sexy swimsuit was so worth it🥵

(but also on a sweet note chris would’ve found you incredibly sexy no matter what you had worn that day)

anyways it’s was the last time you’d ever use that swimsuit, it, uhm,,, got ruined

this fucking insta story... i simply had too many thoughts. anyways it’s been a while since i wrote a chris headcanon, i hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! <3 (also look at that, me actually functioning after this. i thought that would never happen again) also did y’all get that johnny storm reference?😏

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[blossom-hwa]

valentine’s day + stray kids ✧

the enablers: @wingkkun​​ by virtue of their existence and @thepixelelf​​ bc of her @newskynet​​ valentine’s day prompt list (which can be found here! check it out :D) anyway you can blame them for my word vomits tonight tomorrow <3 happy early valentine’s day and I hope you enjoy these blurbs!

pairing: stray kids x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 3.5k (total)

genre: fluff, lots of fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing

golcha version | the boyz version

SKZ Scenarios Masterlist | SKZ Drabbles Masterlist

1. “shit, what day is it again?”

when chan opens the door to a beaming you, he has no idea what’s going on. he still has headphones around his neck, there are definitely bags under his eyes, he hasn’t slept in maybe close to twenty hours, and there is definitely something important that he’s forgetting, judging by the nonplussed expression that has now slid over your face. 

“chan, when did you sleep last night?” you ask, stepping into his dorm. you’re holding something behind your back that chan’s craning his neck to see, but you catch sight and twist away. “hey, no looking.”

the knowledge that you have something is more than enough, though, to get his overly tired brain actually thinking. his eyes narrow. what the heck is he forgetting - 

oh. 

oh no. 

chan scrambles around for his phone as you look over, eyebrows rising as he pats his pockets. “shit, what day is it again?” 

you hold up your own phone, giving him an eyeful of your lock screen set to a picture of himself laughing into the camera. he isn’t focused on that, though - he’s focused on the words underneath the time that say “february 14, 2021.”

“oh my god, it’s valentine’s day.”

“no shit, sherlock.” you put a finger to his forehead and press hard. “i made reservations.”

“what? okay, no, i swear you didn’t tell me about this -”

“i didn’t, chan.” you smile, shaking your head. “it was supposed to be a surprise. and i knew you’d forget the day or something because you always do lose track of time - hey, don’t look at me that way, i even made a bet with minho on the way and i’m right - so i came early to force you to sleep for several hours before we go out.”

okay, that’s fair, but chan’s lips curve downward into a pout anyway. “i didn’t forget,” he protests. “well, i forgot today, but i still have something for you! i got it last week.” he looks around frantically, then drags a box out from underneath his bed. “here!”

a wide smile splits your face and you pull your own present from behind your back, a red-wrapped box that chan begins to open as you cuddle the teddy bear he’s handed over to you. “chan, you sap,” you say, words muffled in the bear’s fur. “god i love you.”

“and i love you too,” he replies, pulling out a box of his favorite candy. “kiss?”

laughing, you press your lips together once, twice before pulling away. “sleep time,” you announce. “no kisses until you’ve gotten at least three hours.”

chan all but lunges into bed, trapping you with him between his arms. “sleeping now,” he says, voice muffled into your shirt. “goodnight.”

“good afternoon, more like.” you smile anyway, stroking his hair. “but good night.”

18. “oh my god, this chocolate tastes like chalk.”

minho is about to lose his shit in this tiny hospital bed with the sterile white sheets and curtains barring sunlight from streaming on his body. back when his ankle wasn’t broken to high hell, he really hadn’t given the sun enough appreciation. after three days of almost zero movement, though, he swears he’ll actually go outside voluntarily once he gets out of here. 

the door opens. a head peeks in. 

ah. there’s his daily dose of human sunshine. 

a smile slides onto minho’s face as you come in, arms full of snacks and flowers. you place a bouquet of red roses on the little table beside his bed and dump the snacks onto his sheets. “happy valentine’s day, idiot boyfriend who broke his ankle just three days before today.”

minho scowls. “it’s not like i tried to.”

“i know. even you’re not that dumb.” you pat his head mockingly, laughing as minho’s scowl deepens. “sit up, idiot. here, i’ll help.”

he allows his frown to turn into a grudging smile as you help him sit properly in bed, careful not to jar his ankle before passing him one of the bags of chocolates in his lap. “jisung gave this to me for you and asked me to ask you if you would be his valentine.”

minho pauses in opening the bag. “what.”

“jisung for you.” you laugh. “his partner was right next to him laughing their ass off. try the chocolates.”

he picks one out. puts it in his mouth. chews. “oh my god, this chocolate tastes like chalk.”

“what - how the fuck do you know what chalk tastes like?”

“i don’t, what the fuck? i just imagine it would taste like this.”

you snort. “so my boyfriend first breaks his ankle dancing three days before we valentine’s, and on this romantic day i learn he’s definitely eaten chalk.” you sigh, snatching a bag of gummies from the sheets. “what a day.”

“i don’t eat chalk!”

“bet.” 

he opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off with a kiss. “eat your chalk chocolate,” you direct when you pull away. “or jisung will get upset.”

“ugh fine.” he rolls his eyes. “but i’m only listening to you because i love you.”

“cheeseball.” you smile. “i love you too.”

20. “babe.” / “since when do you call me babe?”

grinning, jisung picks up the bouquet of roses you were about to hand him before falling to the ground in laughter. “these for me?”

“no, they’re for my valentine.” you snatch them back, still wheezing. “which was going to be you, but you ditched me for minho, so now i need to find someone else.”

“aw, come on.” jisung pouts, pursing his lips actively even as you try to hide the smile on your face by turning away. “y/n! y/n. y/nnnnnnnnn. y/n, look at me. please? y/n. babe.”

“what the - jisung - since when do you call me babe?” your half disgusted, half amused face sends him into hysterics as he glomps you in a hug, laughing into your shoulder. “hey, sung! get away! you’re drooling on my clothes!”

“am not!” jisung pulls away, trying to pout but laughing too hard to do so. you just looked so fucking funny. “and what’s wrong with me calling you babe?”

“don’t do it again.” you push his shoulder. “do not. you won’t like the consequences.”

“consequences?”

“one, you don’t get these flowers. i’ll put them in my own room.” you wave the bouquet in front of him. “two, i give chan the all clear to play ‘wow’ on his campus radio station.”

“you wouldn’t dare -”

“three, no kisses for a week.”

jisung falls to his knees. “no, no, y/n, my beautiful and wonderful significant partner, i will never call you babe again, please don’t sentence me the barren world of no kisses for a week just because of my idiot mouth -”

“jesus christ, jisung, get up. you’re making a scene.” you laugh anyway, pulling him up before placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. “i was just joking. but please don’t call me babe if you don’t want me to cringe to the next dimension.”

“done deal.” jisung holds his out his hands. “flowers?”

you roll your eyes, handing them over. he breathes in their scent, smiling widely. “they’re so pretty!” then he looks up and winks. “but not as pretty as you.”

at that, you laugh again, crushing the bouquet as you wrap him in a hug. “i love you so much, jisung,” you murmur into his ear.

his arms reach out to loop around your waist as he pulls you closer. “i love you too,” he replies, smiling.

for a moment, you two only stand, finding peace in each other’s warmth. then jisung’s mouth runs once more.

“you know, i wrote my lyrics for ‘wow’ thinking of you.”

“do you have to ruin every moment?”

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

changbin doesn’t even bother to reply to the picture jisung’s just sent of the flowers his partner gave him. he’s too nervous, his stomach literally fluttering as he stops his motorcycle by the curb and wheels it into the shop.

“hi, welcome, what can i - changbin?” you raise an eyebrow. “did you seriously bang up your motorcycle on valentine’s day?”

changbin’s ears turn bright red. he knows it even if he can’t see them. you think he always comes here because something else has magically gone wrong with his motorcycle, but what you don’t know is that he’s been pretending things are wrong with the vehicle for months at this point just so he has an excuse to see you. 

and now it’s valentine’s day. the day he chose to fess up and admit how he feels and ask you on a date. 

heck. 

“nothing’s... broken.” changbin scratches his neck. “uh...”

both of your eyebrows are now high up on your forehead. “so why are you here?”

“i...” he coughs, feeling his ears flare even hotter. “i wanted - i wanted to ask if you -” he looks down, unable to look at you. “i wanted to ask if you would go out with me today. like. on a date.”

silence. he doesn’t have the courage to look up. 

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

changbin shrinks behind his motorcycle. holy fuck, this was the worst idea, you’re about to reject him and his heart is going to shatter -

then you step forward, place a hand on the vehicle. “okay, that came out wrong.” you tip his chin up gently so he’s forced to look into your soft, teasing eyes. “what i meant is that i’d love to go on a date with you today. i just didn’t expect you to ask me out on valentine’s day. didn’t seem like a very you thing to do.” you pause. “though i guess considering that song you played for me last time, it isn’t that surprising.”

oh, god. on track. changbin wrote that thinking of you. 

“wait, seriously?”

he really just said that out loud. changbin groans, slapping his forehead. “why am i dumb,” he mumbles into his hand. 

you laugh, peeling his hand away with grease-covered fingers. “you’re not dumb, bin. just sweet.” as he melts from the use of your nickname, you wave your greasy palm in front of his face. “let me go wash and tell seungmin to close up early. i’ll be out in a second.” you grin. “looking forward to whatever you have planned.”

(later, when you wrap your now clean arms around changbin’s waist on his motorcycle, he smiles so wide it feels like his face is going to split.)

25. “i love you.”

with a relieved sigh, seungmin locks up the shop, wiping grease-stained fingers on a towel. despite the fact that he mostly only handles the register, dirt still manages to get everywhere, even when he tries to be careful. 

doesn’t matter. seungmin likes his job, likes it even though it’s a little hard to be independent from his parents after so many years of living off their credit card. the freedom is sweet, though - now he can learn what he wants, do what he wants, and best of all...

now he can date whom he wants.

seungmin smiles, running up to his dorm so he has just enough time to change and shower before meeting you. he cleans up quickly before grabbing the singular rose in a glass on his desk and racing downstairs once more, hair still slightly damp, to meet you in front of the building. 

god, you’re beautiful, standing against the backdrop of the afternoon sun. in the moment that you don’t notice him walking out the door, he runs forward, smiling, before engulfing you in a back hug. 

“hey - oh, seungmin.” he can hear the smile in your voice as you clutch his hands hanging around your shoulders. “you scared me!”

“sorry,” he says, pulling away to spin you around. god, looking into your laughing face, seungmin knows everything was worth it. he may have lived in the lap of luxury before, attending parties every other weekend and drinking the finest champagne while dressed in the most resplendent clothing (courtesy of the kim family empire), but luxury doesn’t mean much when he was missing real, true love, right? you were one of the first, other than hyunjin, to see through his cold facade and break into the warm heart underneath. 

as he hands you the rose, he’s glad, so glad that you gave him the courage to go head to head with his parents for the first time, to finally break away from their strangling control over every bit of his life. what did he need parties and designer clothing and jewels for, anyway? he’s still living, still able to support himself even if it means a little more work. and even if he’s tired, he has your lips to come back to, every day. 

“i love you,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, sweetly. “i really do, y/n.”

“so do i,” you breathe, smiling against his lips in reply.

12. “valentine’s day... that’s the one with the bunny, right?”

hyunjin kind of wants to hit you, significant other or not. judging by your shit-eating grin, you probably know exactly how he feels, but you keep your eyes as soft and innocent as possible. “no, i don’t know what day it is, hyunjin. isn’t it just february 14?”

“y/n.”

“hyunjin.”

he groans, sinking dramatically to the ground. “it’s valentine’s day.”

“oh. right.” you adopt a thinking expression, raising your eyes to the sky. “valentine’s day... that’s the one with the bunny, right?”

“y/n!”

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding!” you finally laugh, reaching out a hand to pull him up from the university quad. “hey, get up, hyunjin. you’re going to get your designer clothes dirty.”

shit, he is. hyunjin accepts your hand, dusting grass bits off of his shirt. “you’re so mean,” he whines. “to think i had a whole evening planned and all, just for you to pretend to forget the entire day.”

“ah, but i didn’t forget. i only pretended to.” you grin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “and to prove it, i have something for you! close your eyes.”

eagerness and apprehension flooding his veins, hyunjin shuts his eyes. for a moment, he hears you digging around in your bag, and then you put something in his hand. “here!”

opening his eyes, hyunjin looks down to see a pair of elegant earrings in his palm. you made them, definitely - he can see the tiny mark of your initials etched in the metal of one earring, his initials on the other - and he smiles wide, so wide, all of your previous transgressions forgotten in this moment. “i love them,” he says, already unfastening the hoops currently in his ears to put the new ones in. 

“i thought you would. hey, let me help.” your fingers take the earrings, deftly inserting one into each ear. “perfect.”

“i have something for you two, but you’ll get it later.” hyunjin pockets his old earrings before taking your hand. “right now, i’m taking you on a date.”

“what, i have no say in this?” your eyes sparkle. 

“nope!” hyunjin laughs, swinging your arms in the air. “come on, i swear the evening’s going to be a lot of fun.”

“i believe you.” you stop him to kiss him once, softly. “everything’s fun with you, hyunjin.”

15. “shut up and kiss me.”

with the brownie box in his hands almost empty, felix makes every effort to dodge anyone who knows for fear that they’ll ask for one of the last few treats left inside. hyunjin took like five earlier, jesus christ, even when felix warned him he was saving some for you. ungrateful brat. 

thankfully, no one accosts him, and he makes it to your meeting place without interruption. there you already are, mindlessly twirling a bouquet of roses around in your fingers. as he approaches, you look up, and felix is (once again) blown away by the intensity of your smile. 

some people liken him to the sun. others, with his freckles, compare him to the stars. both, though, felix thinks are more proper descriptors for you and your lovely grin that’s as bright as the sun and the stars combined. 

“felix!” you stand as he comes closer, handing him the roses. he passes over the box of brownies and you screech in delight, taking off the lid and popping one of them into your mouth. “oh my god, it’s so good.”

“don’t talk with your mouth full,” felix scolds, smiling anyway. “do you only love me for my brownies?”

“maybe” is the cheeky reply. you laugh as felix reels in mock astonishment, placing a dramatic hand to his chest. “i’ve been betrayed,” he wheezes. “stabbed in the back by my one true love who turned traitor to our romance, how will i live -”

“hey, felix?”

he looks up. “hm?”

your eyes sparkle. “shut up and kiss me.”

your lips taste like chocolate, sweeter even than the brownie you just finished. felix puts his arms around you, rose petals brushing against your back as he holds you close, close, closer - 

“oh my god.”

a familiar voice makes felix pull away from your lips as he turns around. “jeongin?”

“nope, nope, nope,” the younger boy chants, eyes fully closed. “i saw none of that, jesus christ, come on, let’s go -”

too late, felix notices the person standing next to his friend, eyes also screwed shut. a smirk rises on his face. that must be jeongin’s crush, he thinks as they race away, the crush he’s been sweating over asking out for the last few weeks. 

“aw, man.” felix frowns, suddenly coming to a realization. “jeongin probably wanted to confess here.”

“he’ll do fine,” you laugh, tugging at his arm. “now get back here. we’re not finished.”

felix smiles, pulling you close once more. “no, we aren’t.”

6. “no one’s ever given me something like this before.”

listen. jeongin did not need to see felix making out with his partner right before he was about to confess. not only did it completely ruin his plans to talk to you in the prettiest part of campus, but he also has an image seared into his mind that he really does not need. 

“sorry,” he mutters, still unable to look at you. 

“it’s fine.” jeongin can hear the second hand embarrassment in your voice. “it wasn’t your fault. uh.” you pause. “you said... you wanted to tell me something?”

right. jeongin squeezes his eyes shut, desperately trying to erase the previous images from his brain. “yeah. i did. um.” he swallows, then forces himself to look into eyes that sparkle in the fading sunlight, eyes that he fell in love with so many months ago when you two first worked on that project together. 

thankfully, his words don’t fail him. “i just wanted to say i like you a lot, y/n.” jeongin keeps looking at you, even though all he wants to do is run away screaming. “as in... i want to ask you out. if that’s okay with you.”

silence. 

then you start giggling. 

jeongin frowns. why - 

“oh my god, jeongin.” you double over on the bench, laughing even harder. “i’m so sorry.”

his heart sinks as embarrassment begins to burn his ears. “if you don’t like me -”

“no, no!” you straighten, wiping your eyes. “no, it’s not about that. it’s just -” you snort - “oh my god, you wanted to ask me out in the garden, right? but felix was there, and... jesus christ. jeongin, i’m so sorry.”

his cheeks flare red, but he also lets out a major sigh of relief that your laughter wasn’t a rejection. “yeah,” he says, a grudging smile climbing onto his face. “yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.”

you wipe your eyes again. “sorry for laughing. i didn’t mean to make fun of you or anything. i’d actually love to go out with you.” you smile. “really.”

“well, thank god for that.” jeongin huffs, cheeks still hot. “or i would’ve gotten this for nothing.” he holds out a small teddy bear. “this is for you.”

“oh.” you take it, eyes turning soft. “oh. no one...” you swallow. “no one’s ever given me something like this before.”

jeongin’s heart melts, it really does, seeing the slow, shy smile spread across your face as you hold the bear close. “thank you, jeongin.”

“you’re welcome,” he breathes, hardly able to find his words as the sun creates a stunning backdrop behind you as it begins to set. “happy valentine’s day, y/n.”

you smile wide, so wide. “happy valentine’s day, jeongin.”

[xwingsandohs]

Softly, Slowly | Poe Dameron

prompt: 44- tentative kisses in the dark

word count: 3k

a/n: first fic here! more incoming and i would love requests too <3 a first kiss fic

“C’mon!” Poe shouted out, making the group laugh. You’d decided to have a small ‘night off’, sitting around the cantina with a beer in hand.

There was always so much going on, so Poe had insisted you’d all ‘relax’ and shovel back some beers.

It was fun to relax, or to be as close to relaxed as you ever could be in the resistance. But the beer took the edge off, no matter how terrible it tasted, plus everyone around you seemed to be in a light enough mood for it to rub off on you- especially Poe.

“O-Okay then, Finn, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when it’s all over?” Poe asked with a hazy smile, probably slightly more intoxicated than the rest of the table.

He’d almost definitely made it past the two beer recommendation, though you could be sure he’d still be able to jump in an x-wing in a minute if it was needed.

You all looked to Finn, wide eyes on his face at the question. “I don’t know! You think I know anything past this war?”

He laughed a little and shrugged, leaving you, Rey and a few others giving Poe a look, but you all laughed too. Bad example, Dameron.

“See! Nobody else has thought about it. What are you planning on doing then, Dameron?” Rey insisted, still chuckling, waiting for his reply as she took a swig of her beer.

She seemed to be knocking it back as easily as Poe did, but you’d ask her about that another time.

Poe had been clamouring about how everyone should have some big plan of what they’re gonna do as soon as the war is over. You all disagreed, maybe it was a pessimistic thing, like you weren’t sure you’d all survive the war.

Mostly for you, you didn’t have a clue what you’d do without the resistance. They were your family. You couldn’t imagine slipping off in an x-wing as soon as it was all finished.

“Easy.” He said with the biggest and cockiest smile, and you shook your head at him when he made eye contact with you. “I’m gonna give every single one of you the biggest kiss of your life.”

You all laughed and protested immediately, to which he shrugged and took another sip of his drink.

“That’s no big plan! That’s you finding an excuse to snog..” Rey nudged you when she saw you were busy eyeing Poe, narrowing your eyes at him playfully.

“Hey!” You called to Rey, turning to her immediately and lightly hitting her arm. “Don’t bring me into this! Just cause Poe can’t keep it in his pants.”

Poe’s eyes widened. “No way Jos-Rey. I don’t need an excuse to kiss anyone.” He smirked at himself, but you shook your head at him when he eventually turned to you.

There was nothing going on between you and Poe, but everyone was pretty convinced there was. You’d been the first person he met in the resistance and your best friend status was pretty much solidified, but anything more than that was up in the air.

You harboured a crush on him, not that you ever planned on acting on it. You didn’t even think about it most of the time, too busy fighting or hanging out with everyone.

Occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of him from some angle, or he’d have a particularly bright smile on his face, and then your feelings would pop up.

Sometimes he’d look at you, locking eyes, and you were sure the same thoughts you had ran through his mind. You were just too busy.

“What are you shaking your head at?” Poe asked, smiling at you playfully.

“You’re not going anywhere near my lips.” You shook your head at him again, holding back a smile when he gave you an offended look.

“What?! Am I not kissable enough for you?” He puckered his lips and you laughed again, shaking your head in response. “Finn?”

“Poe, as handsome as you are-” He cut him off before he could finish.

“There is only one person at this table I am letting shoot me down, and it’s not you, Finn.” Rey muttered an ‘Ouch’ with a laugh, and Finn started shaking his head and muttering something about his friend.

“Poe I’ve never kissed anyone, there’s no chance in hell that I’m gonna let you snog me on your way to snog Snap or Finn.” You gave him a playful warning look, but his face had completely dropped.

“What?-” “You’ve really never-”

“What?” You stopped your friends and laughed slightly awkwardly at their sudden protests. “I’ve been here since I was what, 17? I’ve been a bit busy.”

It didn’t seem like much in your mind, another thing you shrugged off because you had more important things to do. Clearly you were an alien amongst your friends.

You’d thought about kissing people before, the thoughts would come at least a few times a month. Maybe 10. And Poe was always there.

Relationships weren’t really much a big thing in the resistance, everyone being tired and busy most of the time.

The only time you ever really thought about it was when you were left to your own thoughts in your quarters, but the thoughts didn’t really last long.

You had a few childish fantasies, being swept off your feet and kissed after a battle had been won, or being kissed in the middle of the floor, dancing at the biggest party you’d ever seen- movie kisses, your own grand romance.

But you’d cut off those wayward dreams as soon as you could. You’d never kissed anyone, so what were you to imagine?

“And not once-” Poe started, watching you when your eyes looked a little lost. You didn’t really want to look at him. You were sure you were as red as you ever could be.

“Not really. I didn’t even really think about it… until now.” They were most definitely giving you disapproving looks, you decided. “Besides! Who knows where I’ll end up after this, I’ll meet a nice gal or guy. Someone to fill the empty void of Poe Dameron.” You added onto the end, trying to make the tone a bit lighter.

At that you looked at him finally, trying not to let the image of his face be burned into your mind, but it always was.

“Hey! You saying we’re not all gonna stay friends after this?” Finn voiced, unintentionally pulling himself closer to the table.

“Nah, we’ll be friends. Dameron’s not gonna get tied down by us.” Rey laughed, and looked at Finn with a light smile. Poe was definitely unpredictable. Maybe that was why you wouldn’t let yourself think of him.

“I get it, I get it. It’s attack Poe night! This is the thanks I get for buying you all beers.” He shook his head, drinking from his bottle again, letting his ease return.

“Hey, you bought the drinks, we never agreed we’d be nice.” Rey laughed again and you agreed with her, clinking drinks with her and Finn as Poe watched on in feigned misery. (He was just happy everyone was having a nice time.)

You got back to your quarters just over an hour later, deciding not to shower so you could have one to wake yourself up the next morning, ease any remaining alcoholic out your system.

You shared your quarters with Poe, bunked together since you were stuck in an older, smaller resistance camp. It didn’t bother you, mostly just having to move around each other quite awkwardly when you rushed around in the mornings.

“…Poe?” You called out into the darkness barely 10 minutes since you’d both laid down. You were up on the top bunk, laid on your stomach as one arm hung off the edge of your bed.

You suddenly felt unreasonably lonely, thoughts racking your brain far more suddenly and quickly than they usually did when you tried to sleep; Poe was the only voice you wanted to hear to fix it.

“Hm?” He hummed back, not yet groggy, but he was probably still a bit sleepy.

You felt bad to bother him, but one question hung at the back of your mind and you weren’t sure you’d sleep well if you didn’t ask.

“Do you think it’s um..” Okay now you regretted it, feeling awkward and childish. Too late. “Do you think it’s weird that I haven’t kissed anyone?”

The word ‘kissed’ felt so strange leaving your mouth, like an embarrassing word you’re not meant to say.

Mostly it felt so odd saying it to Poe, like it was meant to be said but it wasn’t at the same time. Saying it in the dark, knowing he laid in his bed below you felt like mistletoe hanging above a door.

He didn’t reply immediately, he was probably just thinking of a response, but you couldn’t help your mouth from running to fill the silence. You didn’t want your words to be left out in the open. “L-like should I have- I don’t know- just grabbed someone by the collar and-”

You felt his hand reach up and brush your own, lightly tugging on two of your fingers. You completely lost your train of thought (not that you were saying much of use) and hummed contentedly at the contact.

“You wanna talk, come down here.” He tugged lightly again, but moved to just brush his fingers against your own as you considered his response.

Then you got up, groaning slightly at the awkward movements from the bunk and trying to hide the slight shaking of your legs. It didn’t make sense for you to be anxious.

You stood above his bed slightly for a second, mostly trying to figure out where he was in the darkness. Then you slipped in next to him, pressed quite tightly against him thanks to the small bunk, but you looped a leg across him and moved into him slightly making the situation a bit comfier for you both.

You were sure he could feel the way you shook slightly as you moved.

It wasn’t the first time you’d laid in the same bed as him, you’d sleep next to each other after a bad mission if you needed the company, though sometimes you’d both have slightly poorer excuses- like the cold.

“Honestly?” He asked, and you hummed almost nervously in response. “A little. Not that I’m judging you just-” He paused for another second, thinking for the word. “I kind of just assumed you’d been there, y’know?”

You hummed again, moving closer to him when he’d leaned away from you slightly when he talked.

It was nearly pitch black, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tilt your head up at him. You weren’t sure if you were embarrassed or shy, the latter of which you’d never really associated with yourself.

Poe didn’t know what would happen after the war was over, of course he didn’t. In his mind all he saw was you and him, god knows where, basking in whatever sun- just happy. He just saw you.

He imagined him kissing you everywhere he could, you giggling and pushing him away because you were out in the open, but neither of you really caring.

He’d never thought of how he’d get there or what could happen. Typical of him, really. All his strange dreams felt stupid now. He couldn’t see past himself.

“Can I um-” He paused again. He didn’t know what to say. “Do you think about it? Like, at all.”

“Y-yeah, I think so.” Your voice was much smaller than normal, and you could feel yourself hiding your face from him.

You couldn’t bear the thought of divulging everything you thought of him, not right now anyway. And you knew he was trying to make you out in the darkness.

“After a mission, when I’m tired, that’s when I think about it. It’s um, it’s silly to think about something you’ve never done.”

“No it isn’t.” He replied softly and knowingly, his hand gently running across your back as you both speak. His voice was just as small as yours.

“Isn’t it?” You asked unassuredly, breathing out a small sigh. Maker, you wish you knew what he was thinking. Sometimes you thought you knew everything Poe was thinking, other times you weren’t as sure.

It wasn’t a bad thing, you liked his unpredictable qualities, but other times- like this time- you’d do anything just to know what he did. “I thought about it with you.”

You let that hang in the air, just for a minute, unsure where you wanted to go with it. Maybe you just wanted him to know.

But he did, he most definitely did, and his hand tracing on your back didn’t even pause. “N-not some quick victory kiss after battle, just-” You couldn’t say it. “Well, you know.”

Your body went rigid against him for a second, suddenly struck by the weight of what you had said. But no, you corrected yourself, you wanted him to know more than anything on the cosmos.

It was a weight off you, and you let out the breath you were holding. And then you felt him hold you tighter.

His hand moved up to your hair, stroking it for a few times before you felt him move forward, placing a small kiss near your temple. He’d probably done that a million times over, but not so soft, and definitely not after some terrible confession of feelings.

He didn’t say anything. Poe wasn’t entirely sure he could say anything, because he felt too many things and couldn’t find the words to match them. But the kiss seemed to tell you everything you needed to know.

“Not what I meant.” You whispered, smiling against him. You couldn’t help your hand clutching tightly on his shirt for a second, too scared to hold him any closer to you.

But you were strangely happy, a sense of comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever felt before. Everything about the moment just felt right.

“Can I kiss you properly?” He asked you in a small voice, and this time you tilted your head up to him. You wanted to see his face when he asked you that, you could almost make out his face in the shadows.

It was close to the face you imagined when you thought about kissing him, so unreasonably warm and loving, but somehow you couldn’t have imagined the softness on his features.

“Are you gonna be a gentleman about it?” You asked, raked with nerves, your voice showed that plainly. But it was still a yes, and you wanted it so, so badly. He felt you clutch tighter to him nonetheless.

“I promise.” He spoken a whisper, his hand already stroking your cheeks a few times. The contact was unfamiliar, but you reached your own hand up to his face and mirrored the action- letting it run across his cheek and jaw, just as you always wanted to.

He was perfect.

“Okay then.” You moved your body up closer, letting your cheek rest against his hand for a few seconds as you searched each other’s faces.

His eyes were gorgeous, even in the shadowed darkness, you were sure you were looking at him with the most love-blown eyes, and that was exactly what you saw back.

And then he gently pulled his face closer, your eyes closed far sooner than his did, and he tried to memorize your face as he pushed his lips against yours.

It was a light peck, and he pulled away for a second after. Looking to you for any kind of protest before he moved in and kissed you again.

A proper kiss this time, letting his lips move against yours for a few seconds until you realized the rhythm and reciprocated. It felt perfect, pressed against your best friend in a more intimate way than ever- but it was so soft and lovely, you wanted it forever.

(Best friend didn’t feel like the right word anymore, but you were too enamoured by him to think of anything better.)

Your hand against his cheek held him just a little bit tighter, reveling in the feeling of him against you.

You couldn’t help a soft noise you made, barely a moan at the lightness and quietness of it- but Poe couldn’t help himself, pressing even further into you, his chest flush against your own and his hand running across your cheek and into your hair.

He could stay like that forever, kissing you in every way he’d ever thought of. Your cheek, your lips, your neck- he’d kiss you for hours on end if you’d let him. And maybe you finally would.

You remained like that for just a second longer until Poe moved away, and you both had to take a deep breath. You smiled at him again, keeping your hand still on the back of his neck just to keep him close.

You moved a hand to trace across his eyebrow, watching your thumb brush against him as his eyes stayed fixated on yours. He couldn’t form any thought, the feeling of your lips against his fogging up his mind.

Your eyes drifted back to his, catching his smitten look, and you had to hope the redness of your face wouldn’t be visible in the low light.

“I’m sorry I’m not a good kisser.” You said awkwardly, still stunned and with nothing else to say. You wanted to kiss him again.

“We’ll practice.” He smiled again, letting his hand run through your hair then giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

[pokemonswshfics]

I was extremely happy with the result of the scenarios of boys with a reader who suffered bullying. I am super happy that you did not ignore my request even though it is a bit morbid, your writing is super nice and full of details just wonderful! Can I request again? If so, this time only with Piers and Raihan, where Fem S/O who is their friend/Crush now, but she still has little scared because of the bullyng, and in a moment she ends up flinching, thinking that they would hit her.

i'm so glad you liked the result of that request anon ^-^ 💞 and thank you so much, i really appreciate it :") here you go, have a good read everyone! ❤

((for everyone that's new to my work, this is a part two of a previous fic i wrote :D you can find it here if you'd like ))

Raihan/Piers × Fem!Reader || Oneshots (Sfw)

Piers (Sfw)

You and Piers had been spending more time together since the attack, it was usually smiles and teasing when you two were together.

However, this time was different, by a lot. You were both agitated with the other because of a playful battle you had, and how terribly your Pokemon had met.

"Tell your Obstagoon that my Alcremie isn't food." You huffed at him as you walked out of the Spikemuth Pokemon center, putting your Alcremie's Pokeball back into your bag. "He almost bit one of her berries off!"

"So? That's how he plays. Like trainer, like Pokemon." Piers grinned slyly while you frowned.

"That's not appropriate right now! She could have seriously been hurt."

He rolled his eyes now at your statement. "It was a Pokemon battle? They're supposed to get hurt."

You crossed your arms and glared at him. "You forfeited the match! He bit her when she was caught off guard- that wasn't fair!"

"You're kinda cute when you're mad. Like a Jigglypuff trying to intimidate something."

Your cheeks began to burn, and you tried frowning even more to try and mask it. "Stop it! Learn how to get your Pokemon under control, if you even can."

"What did you say?"

"If you even can. I didn't stutter."

Piers stopped smiling and glared back, "Teach yours how to take a hit. One thing hits 'em, and they need the ER or some shit."

You two were walking quickly now, with you a foot or so in front of him. "You can be so mean sometimes, Piers." You groaned in an upset tone and felt angry tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes.

"You started it!"

"I did not-!"

You turned around suddenly and froze.

Piers had his hand raised at a certain angle.

Any and all anger in your head turned to fear instantly, and you put your arms up to shield your face.

"Please don't!" You knew Piers was your rival, but you had never expected him to threaten physical violence. It reminded you too much of your attack, how Alcremie had also been hurt, how you argued with the attackers before it happened. While you waited for any type of hit, memories of the attack rushed through your head. From the initial first hit to Piers helping you when you encountered him. Your angry tears were now unexplainable, being a mixture of anger and hurt.

After a few moments, you still didn't feel anything. You were too scared to put your arms down voluntarily.

Then you felt his hand on your forearm, lightly touching it at first then wrapping his fingers around it. Piers lowered your arm with a soft and sad look on his face.

"Did you think I was gonna hit you?"

Your breath hitched in your throat once you saw his hair. His hair that usually fell in front of his face was slightly tussled.

Piers had raised his hand simply to run his fingers through it.

"I..I'm sorry." You whimpered out and tried to keep tears from falling. "I thought you would- You seemed so mad and-"

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, alright? I should be the one apologizin'. I'll be more careful around ya." He rubbed the part of your forearm he had a hold on, then lowered your other arm that was shielding the lower part of your face. "I'm really sorry."

"D-Don't be!" You stammered out and felt a tear fall. You groaned and went to wipe it, but Piers beat you to it. His hand was suddenly on your cheek, his thumb wiping it away.

"You can let it out, not here to judge. What happened to you was serious, so yeah there's gonna be times it'll..come back to you but," Piers sighed then moved the hand that was on your other arm to your waist, bringing you closer to him. "I'll be right here."

You looked up at him and slowly relaxed in his arms. A small and sad smile appeared on your face, which he returned.

"Thank you, I'm sorry I got mad about Alcremie. I'm sure you can get Obstagoon under control, I didn't mean it." You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, shakily breathing. This was the closest you had been to Piers and you weren't complaining. He felt warm, and something you couldn't really pinpoint.

You stayed in his hold for a few seconds, his arms still holding you close. One of his hands was on your head, rubbing the back of it in a loving manner. As he continued, your whimpers and sniffles slowed.

"Are you okay now?" Piers whispered to you, slightly turning his head to face yours. With teary eyes, you looked up from his shoulder to him. Your faces were only inches apart, but neither was pulling away.

"Ah..Y-Yeah. Thank you.." You said and blushed at the closeness while feeling your tears come to a complete stop.

You silently thanked everything you've ever believed in that the streets of Spikemuth were empty. How would it look, Piers holding his 'hated' rival so close? Your lips only inches apart?

You pulled away out of pure nerves, you could barely handle Piers so close. You took a step back from him and nervously gripped the strap of your bag, attempting to calm the blush on your cheeks. When you looked up at Piers, he had a similar light shade tinting his cheeks.

"Uh- Let's get going. Alcremie's probably tired or somethin'.." Piers finally said and stepped up to you, pointing to your bag. "We can go back to my place."

You smiled up at him and nodded in agreement, turning to begin to walk.

Then you felt a tug on your sleeve.

Piers hand pulled at the hem of the sleeve, then moved his hand slightly down to your palm. You looked down at your hands, and realized what he was doing while looking straight ahead.

You shyly smiled and looked ahead as well, lacing your fingers with his. He didn't acknowledge it other than with a now visible small smile on his face, and you didn't acknowledge it either. It was now that you could finally pinpoint what you felt earlier in Piers' arms.

I'm safe.

The only thought that resided in your mind anymore was the safety you felt with Piers, as you walked to his home in comfortable silence.

***

Raihan (Sfw)

"This is actually really good, dunno why you didn't wanna share." Raihan smiled while he chewed his food, cupcakes you had made.

You two sat next to each other beneath a tree in the wild area, while your Pokemon played far away but in your lines of sight. When you told Raihan you made something for you two to eat together, but didn't want to share because you were scared it tasted bad- he practically dug into the bag himself to take out the container.

"You think so?" You asked smiling and fiddled with your hands, still thinking he might be lying. While he nodded in answer, you took a bite out of yours to see if he was just being nice.

"Riiiiiight?" He teased as soon as he saw your face light up. You covered your mouth while you chewed and giggled. You rolled your eyes and swallowed, feeling a bit of frosting on your cheek.

"Excuse me."

You reached over Raihan's lap for a napkin, when he spoke quickly in return.

"I got it."

"Oh, I-" You didn't have time to process his next movement, a quick and sharp one.

In the blink of an eye, Raihan's hand was out, to reach for your face. He was so close, you couldn't help but remember the man who hit you during the attack. You felt as if you blinked, Raihan would turn into your attacker. Out of instinct...

You flinched.

It was noticeable, nothing major but you felt your eyes shut almost on their own. You backed up, and now took your hand away from over Raihan's lap.

Your eyes stayed shut until you felt a warm hand rest on your cheek. The touch was tender, nothing like what your body had anticipated. The touch made you open your eyes to see Raihan, smiling sadly.

"Hey. You're safe, I won't hurt you. Ever, okay?" He sighed. His usual teasing smile, the playfulness in his voice, was all replaced by seriousness and care.

You locked eyes with him, and felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. The memories from the attack stopped as soon as you looked at Raihan. You didn't want to admit it- especially to him- but he made everything bad..go away. The attack had certainly made a difference in your life, you never went out alone, you were paranoid, worried. The only moments you felt you were truly free from the thoughts of it, and what they brought to your emotions, were when you were with Raihan.

"You there?", Raihan let out a breathy laugh, still with soft eyes. You hadn't even realized you spaced out while staring into his eyes. His words made you snap out of your thoughts, and an even brighter blush appeared on your cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes." Raihan looked away for a moment, before moving his hand to have a gentle hold on your chin, bringing you closer as well. A small hint of blush was visible on his cheeks once he looked back into your eyes. "Ah- seriously though. You're okay now, you're with me. I won't let anything even get close to you."

You suppressed a shy smile and turned your face away from him, before hearing another small laugh.

Raihan lifted his other hand and pressed a finger against your cheek to turn your face back to him. The gesture made you even shyer.

"I mean it. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you.." Raihan's smile left his face, his lips were slightly parted. You felt him lean in closer, and you froze. "Got it?"

He continued to lean in, his eyes now hooded. You nodded slowly, unsure of what to do. You knew Raihan was a rival, a friend, you definitely thought of him in..other ways.. before. Without meaning to, your eyes closed and you leaned in as well. Your heart was pounding so much you felt as if it would escape your chest.

Then you felt a bouncy ball hit your head.

"Ow!" You reacted and pulled away from Raihan quickly, feeling flustered. You looked around for who had thrown it, Raihan as well. Your cheeks were the same shade, and you couldn't even look at each other.

"Alcremie!" You exclaimed once you saw your Pokemon with Raihan's Flygon, giggling above a bush nearby. "Don't do that!"

Raihan looked quickly to your Pokemon, and exhaled loudly. "Flygon. D-Don't do that!" His blush was still calming down, and he raised his hood to attempt and hide it. Whenever Raihan was flustered in anyway, his hood was up in mere seconds.

You stood up while wiping the frosting from your cheek and glared playfully at your Alcremie, knowing well she saw what had almost happened.

"Shut up." You mouthed at her and crossed your arms while holding back a grin as Raihan also stood, holding the ball.

He turned to the Pokemon near the bush and lifted the arm holding the ball, before making it soar through the air effortlessly. This caught the Pokemon's attention immediately, and they quickly went to go fetch it.

You and Raihan stood in silence, watching your Pokemon go after it. After a few moments, Raihan awkwardly cleared his throat and turned to you. He pulled his hood down and you looked up at him.

With another quick movement, Raihan grabbed your cheek opposite to him and slightly hunched in order to lower his own face. You got onto your toes to try and meet him in the middle, height wise, then felt something new.

A pair of lips pressed against your cheek, quickly pecking it.

Your face heated up immediately, and the grip on your cheek left quickly. Raihan's hood went back up as soon as he pulled away, and he shoved his hands in his pocket.

You stood, flustered.

"You owe me one." Raihan spoke from inside his hood, the grin on his face audible.

"Shut up. Let's go get Alcremie and Flygon, please?" You said and began to walk in front of him in order to conceal your blushing face, and the grin on it.

You heard him begin to follow, and he replied soon too.

"Right behind you. Always will be."

***

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed, my requests are always open, just might be a wait! 💕 - 🥝

[jaskierswolf]

hi wolfie it is i, the ramen man, i was wondering if you could write a prompt based on a baking competition tv show ? maybe even christmas themed if you want ?? no stress if you can't/don't wanna write it, i love u 🥺

This got... long? So you can also find on AO3

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Jaskier wasn’t stressed. He’d made this recipe a thousand times. It was his speciality!  No one made better chocolate brownies than he did but his presentation let him down. They were messy, gooey and delicious but this was a competition. They needed to look good too. He whined as he sat in front of his oven. Who made chocolate brownies for a cooking competition? Oh god he was an idiot.

He glanced around the room. Valdo Marx was busy finishing up his winter spiced cake and it smelled absolutely divine; the bastard. Plus he’d brought along some holly sprigs to make the whole thing look a bunch more christmassy. Jaskier had baked some orange slices to decorate his brownies. He also had some edible golden glitter for the top and a few spun sugar decoration for good luck. His secret ingredient though was Cointreau. The orange liqueur kept the brownies extra gooey in the centre without them being too rich.

He stared into the oven, chewing his bottom lip anxiously as he ran a hand through his hair. They were almost done. There was a shiny film over the top that would give the brownies a nice crunch. If he did well with these he would get into the next round; the final round. In that round they hand to create gingerbread houses, well more palaces. They had to absolute architectural masterpieces and he was shitting himself. Like his brownies, his gingerbread tasted amazing but it wasn’t always pretty. They were delicious and wonderful but not much to look at on the surface.

He’d only gotten so far because they tasted good.

“Come on, come on, come on!” He muttered and pressed his face against the glass.

He really needed to at least get to the final. There were smaller cash prizes for all finalists and the publicity from the competition would do wonders for his little bakery.

“How’s it going?” Triss Merigold, one of the presenters asked.

He shrugged. “Not much I can do until it’s finished baking. It always goes much faster when you’re watching this at home.”

Triss laughed. “Clever editing.”

“I just hope I’ve done enough,” he sighed. “Maybe I can charm the judges with my guitar skills instead…”

“Ah yes, they said you play. Is that a hobby?” Triss asked with forced politeness.

Jaskier scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. Well, I wanted to play as a kid. I was going to be the next John Lennon but you know how it is. My gran taught me how to bake and I became addicted. I still write my own songs for my YouTube channel though.”

“Wow! That’s amazing!” Triss made it sound like the least amazing hobby on the planet.

Luckily the oven timer went off at that moment and Jaskier was able to crack on. He pricked the brownies to make sure they were cooked through before setting it aside to cool. Whilst they were cooling he grabbed his tray of sugar decorations and the orange slicer.

“Bakers! You have five minutes!” Triss called out.

“Oh bollocks!” He groaned. He wasn’t going to have enough time to let it cool before decorating. Luckily the brownies tasted better warm but they were also harder to get out of the tin in one piece. He whined pitifully but dug a knife around the edge of the tin before slicing the brownies into the neatest rectangles he could manage. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The camera man glared at him for swearing but he just stuck his tongue out. He was stressed, he was allowed to fucking swear! They were crumbling in his hands as he moved them to the plates. He cleaned up the crumbs as best as he could before showering them with edible glitter. He arranged the baked orange decorations as best he could so they looked slightly less terrible and then finally delicately placed the spun sugar on the top, only breaking two of the little shits in his hands.

“And stop!” Triss yelled and all the bakers stood back from their stations.

Valdo Marx was smiling smugly. His winter spiced cake looked fucking fantastic. On his other side stood Priscilla. She’d made cupcakes that were elegantly decorated to look like snowflakes, each one slightly different and beautiful. Next to Priscilla was Essi Daven. Her chocolate Yule Log looked amazing, Jaskier almost believed it was a real log.

Oh he was so going out.

He sighed and plastered a fake smile on his face as Yennefer Vengerberg re-entered the room.

“Time’s up bakers. You are apparently the best of the best but only three of you will make the final round. My expectations are high. I’m sure you’ll disappoint.” She smirked at them, violet eyes flashing dangerously. “Sadly, it is not only me that you must impress with these bakes.”

Jaskier felt his eyes widen. Shit, he’d forgotten that they brought in a second judge in this round. The bakers never knew who would be until they were introduced but it was always a famous chef and Jaskier suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Please welcome, my ex-husband… Geralt.”

Jaskier let out a pitiful whimper as Geralt fucking Rivia entered the room. The man was only his celebrity crush. He would be fine. It was going to be fine and holy shit he was even more gorgeous in real life.

Fuck.

“Now, as I am sure you are all away, Geralt and I have never once agreed on anything except our daughter. So this promises to be fun.” Yen drawled sarcastically.

Geralt chuckled and crossed his arms in front on his chest. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and Jaskier’s entirely life was suddenly just Geralt’s arms.

They were so big.

“That is precisely why I was invited, Yen,” Geralt muttered with a fond smile. “Evens out the vote.”

“My vote is fine on its own.”

“Hmm. We’ll see.”

Jaskier zoned out the rest of the conversation as the other bakers made their way to the front to be judged. He was too entranced by the god stood before him. The long silver hair that was pulled up into a bun, revealing the oh so sexy undercut. Jaskier watched Geralt’s lips part as he tasted one of Priscilla’s cupcakes. He got some frosting stuck on the corner of his lips and Jaskier desperately wanted to help him lick it off, but instead Geralt’s tongue flicked out to catch it. Jaskier was weak.

He zoned back in long enough to notice with great satisfaction that Valdo’s cake was under-baked and a little bit shit, not even holly could save it. So Jaskier was still in with a chance, and then it was his turn. He was hoping the brownies would still be warm. If they’d cooled down too much then his presentation would probably fuck him over.

“Buttercup?” Yennefer raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “If you could stop drooling over my ex for two seconds, tell us about your… brownies?”

Jaskier’s fingers flexed and he tugged nervously at the edge of his shirt. “Ah yes. Umm. Hi,” He stammered and blushed as Geralt winked at him. “Brownies, orange. Chocolate orange brownies,” he swallowed and ran a hand through his hair. “I used dark chocolate mostly but there are chocolate orange chunks in there too, any orange flavoured chocolate is good. Orange zest, orange juice and umm.. oh ah, orange liqueur.”

“Aren’t you concerned the orange will overpower the chocolate?” Yen asked sharply.

Jaskier shrugged. “I make these every year. They sell well at the bakery.”

“Smells good,” Geralt noted.

“The presentation is shocking,” Yennefer countered.

“Yeah,” Jaskier admitted with a sheepish smile “but I can do better. If you give me a chance.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re running out of chances.”

“Yeah but I’m cute.” The words fell from his lips before he could stop them. He clapped his hand over his mouth and blush furiously. “I am so sorry!”

“Hmm.”

“Let’s just taste them shall we?” Yen suggested.

Jaskier nodded, still hiding behind his hands. “Please.” He felt a hand on his shoulder and he yelped.

“Relax, Jaskier,” Geralt murmured in a low voice.

Jaskier’s blush deepened and he smiled up at Geralt. Oh those eyes were like honey, so warm and inviting. There was still a small smudge of frosting on his lips that Jaskier hadn’t noticed before but now he couldn’t stop staring. He wondered if Geralt tasted as sweet as he looked. “Thanks, Geralt.”

“Geralt, stop flirting and taste the freaking brownie.”

“Yes, dear,” Geralt sighed.

Geralt took a bite of his brownie and fucking moaned. A quiet whimper escaped Jaskier’s lips. God he was going to melt on national television but he didn’t care. He’d had a chance to meet his favourite celebrity and Geralt had liked his baking! It was honestly life goals. The only thing he had left to tick off was his wedding to Geralt by the coast. That had always seemed like an unreachable fantasy that helped him sleep at night but now Geralt was right in front of him… it didn’t seem quite so far away.

“Fuck,” Geralt moaned. Jaskier chuckled, that would have to be beeped out in the final cut. “This is amazing!”

Yennefer looked surprised as she tried her own forkful of brownie. “Not bad, buttercup. Not bad at all. It melts in your mouth.”

“And the orange is actually subtler than I expected.” Geralt gave him a fond smile and Jaskier had to remind himself how to breathe.

“Ah, umm. Thanks, Thank you, Geralt.”

“It looks like dirt,” Yennefer said cooly “but it tastes heavenly. Presentation has always been your weakness, Jaskier.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened. Yennefer hadn’t called him ‘Jaskier’ since the first round when Triss had mentioned it was Polish for buttercup. “I know. I know!” He whined.

“If you get through to the final then you will fail miserably unless you can change that,” she added with a raised eyebrow.

“Taste won’t save you, no matter how cute you are,” Geralt smirked.

“I know. Wait hang on what?!” Jaskier stammered at Geralt’s words.

“You did good, buttercup. Well done.” Yennefer said firmly and rolled her eyes. “We’re done here.”

“Thank you, Yennefer, Geralt,” He nodded, definitely not still blushing as his gaze landed back on Geralt. “Thank you.”

____________

Jaskier screamed into the cushions as he threw himself down on the sofa. He’d fucking done it! He was in the final! He’d never imagined in a million years! Not to mention that Geralt Rivia thought he was cute. He wondered if he would be able to get Geralt’s autograph or whether that was just weird considering he was one of the judges.

“Jaskier?”

Jaskier rolled over so he could see Geralt, forgetting that the sofa wasn’t that wide and falling onto the floor. “Oh fuck!”

“Are you alright?” Geralt asked as he came over to help him stand up. Jaskier gripped Geralt’s forearm as he was pulled to his feet.

All other thoughts left his mind as he stared at the muscles in Geralt’s arms.

“Arms…” He blurted out. “I mean! Shit. Umm, oh god.”

Geralt just laughed and steadied him on his feet. “Look, I wanted to ask…. once the show is over and I’m no longer a judge. Did you want to get dinner?”

Jaskier gaped at Geralt. “I’m sorry what?”

“Unless I’ve completely misread the situation. Fuck. Sorry. Look you can say no, I won’t score you worse because of it,” Geralt paled and crossed his arms in front of his  chest. “We’ll pretend this never happened.”

“No, Geralt wait!” Jaskier grabbed his arm. “Yes, ask me again after the final but yes. Dinner sounds great.”

Geralt smiled faintly and nodded. “Great.”

“Great,” Jaskier repeated. “It’s a date!”

Geralt nodded again. “I have to go. We shouldn’t be seen alone together until after the final.”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

“Good luck, Jaskier.”

Jaskier grinned dopily as he watched Geralt walk away. It looked like Christmas magic was a real thing after all. “Yeah, you too.”

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[geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek]

beauty and the beast geraskier au but with banshee jaskier cursed to scream horrifically for the rest of his life because he was Too Cocky about his singing in front of the wrong person

he's got a gash in his throat that's in a permanent state of oozing blood and he's a little pale these days but other than that he's fine minus the fact every time he tries to sing it comes out as an ear-shattering death-summoning wail and the taste of rot and decay clogs the back of his throat

but it's cool it's fine he just plays his lute and wanders the halls of oxenfurt scaring the newbies and giving the professors ulcers and silently wondering if he could get away with screaming at that cunt valdo marx and killing him with his new banshee powers

but then the school hires a witcher to come get rid of him (rUDE) and its the butcher of blaviken himself (dOUBLE rude) except geralt of rivia is...nice? he says he won't kill jaskier because jaskier isn't evil, just a nuisance, and he doesn't deserve to die just because he's bored and stuck there

it turns out, however, that jaskier is not stuck like he thought, he just hadn't tried to leave before, and when geralt leaves he follows because there's nothing for him at oxenfurt anymore

jaskier tells him about the curse and geralt makes fun of him (he actually just grunts but jaskier can tell it's a judgmental grunt) before grudgingly telling him he'll help him break the curse as best he can, he knows a sorceress who might have a cure

she doesn't and jaskier dislikes yennefer of vengerberg immediately when all she does is laugh at him and his plight (r U D E) but she does tell him it can be broken, because all curses can be broken, but it's up to him to figure out how to do so—curses tailor themselves to the person cursed for full lesson teaching effects—and jaskier is on his own again

jaskier has no idea where to even begin looking for the way to break his curse so he resigns himself to being a banshee for the rest of his life, walking the edge between living and dead and unable to sing ever again. geralt gives him a sympathetic hum (another grunt really but jaskier is learning to read him) and doesn't tell jaskier to go away when he keeps following him so jaskier figures he could keep worse company than a witcher

falling in love with geralt seems like the natural progression of things and now jaskier is pining on top of everything which is just spectacular, really, and he can't even sing a ballad about it to get the feelings out because when he sings death follows and geralt keeps close company with death as it is, he doesn't need jaskier bringing it closer, so he pines and he longs and he yearns and it's fine, it's swell, he'll live (not live? is he dead? he doesn't feel dead, but he's not really a good judge of it these days)

since he can't sing, he talks—about his life, his career, his parents, anything that comes to mind, always chattering away, never quiet for long. geralt listens, or at least doesn't tell him to shut up, and it's good, it's really good being heard when for most of his life people would tell him to be quiet and bite his tongue and speak only when spoken to and just sing, julian, your singing is your best feature

it all comes to a head when geralt goes on a hunt that's supposed to be just one drowner and turns into a whole pack that nearly overwhelms him

jaskier panics, watching geralt go down, and he doesn't stop to think—he screams, the sound piercing through the air sharp and high, and the taste of rot and decay and death creeps up the back of his throat, coats his tongue and nearly chokes him, but the drowners are backing away in agony, some dropping dead on the spot, and jaskier doesn't stop until he sees geralt on the ground, looking at jaskier with wide gold eyes

he's alive and jaskier is so relieved he drops to his knees and envelops his witcher in a crushing hug and nearly sobs when geralt returns it hesitantly

"i thought i lost you," he says and buries his face in geralt's neck

"you almost did," geralt says, soft and tender, and jaskier holds him tighter, "but you saved me. i'm okay, jask."

"how?" jaskier demands. "my scream should have killed you, how—"

"takes more than a banshee scream to take me out," geralt jokes. "and you're almost...musical, when you scream. it's not the worst thing i've heard."

something clenches in jaskier's chest then—geralt accepts him, screams and all, and it doesn't push him away, doesn't make him hate jaskier

if that isn't love, jaskier doesn't know what is

he chokes, then, and there's an awful pain in his throat. his hand goes to it, and he coughs up blood, the taste so bad he gags, and he barely hears geralt calling his name in panic—

and then it's gone, and jaskier breathes easier than he has in years, decades probably, and when he pulls his hand from his throat, his fingers caress smooth skin and and come away with old, completely dried flakes of blood, and he looks up at geralt with wide eyes and a smile beginning to split his lips

"you did it," he says in awe, and there's no underlying gurgle to his words, faint as it had always been anyway, but now it's gone, "you broke the curse."

"how?" geralt asks, confused, but he holds jaskier close anyway

"you accepted me as i am," jaskier says, knowing this is right, "you don't want me just for my voice, you want me for me."

"of course i do," geralt says, simple, easy, "you've grown on me."

jaskier beams, and he feels like singing.

[nct-lian]

nct 127’s relation to lian

TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI

taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((

such a soft but overlooked duo

will appreciate each other forever and ever

lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny

remain each other’s hype man and woman

taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity

promotes the HELL out of lian’s solo career over twitter

lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because he’s soft (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one

he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral

they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA

lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram

taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes

he makes fun of her height because she’s shorter than him-

he also used to help her with her homework :(

cried when lian went on her first date

“my child is growing up (´∩｀。)”

had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though

JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN

johnny is her dad, period

no questions asked he is her father

will give her piggyback rides all the time

he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping

at 6:00 am

he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed

he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!

whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((

speaking of johnny’s mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if he’s taking good care of her

if they’re not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each other’s ears to try and make the other one laugh

because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it

he was NOT embarrassed

“how are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७”

kept screaming at lian’s “dream of you” performance video

“WHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!” “JISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-“

he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasn’t standing where she was supposed to be

everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like “joanne” ･x･

it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and that’s the only reason why he has her height memorized

TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG

has lost lian in so many airports it’s not even funny

“hyung, what happened to lian?” “oh, you have GOT to be kidding me-“

whenever he doesn’t see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister

“about this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNY’S HOODIE- you don’t know what johnny’s hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.”

one of the first members that she was comfortable with

lian said that he was her role model :’(

as the leader, he’s always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure she’s eaten

because of how lian never participated in any of nct’s first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters

but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong ˵ ຈ ︿ ຈ ˵

she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day

he cried

declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies

taeyong had yelled at lian’s former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasn’t okay with it

always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo

he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her

instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D

“nana, do you have to wear your glasses now?”

taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

YUTA + LIAN: YUN

totally doesn’t have feeling for her, yeah

yuta is obsessed and when i tell you he’s obsessed, he’s obsessed

did i mention obsessed?

he’s jealous of everyone :(

yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because he’s trying to cover up his feelings for lian

bye if that’s true-

hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,

“mine. go away”

i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram

lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldn’t put it into ponytails anymore :((

but his hair is growing back now so she’s able to do it again :)

yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!

we don’t bring this up because it’s pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lian’s face) if lian was staring at him

how do we know this, you may ask?

it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight

he’s caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort

lian says that he’s very pretty

much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music

DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO

another member of the lian protection squad

doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake

it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better

will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian

was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him

said “no” and walked away

lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :’)

they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm

doyoung said that he spends the most time in lian’s room because it smells like vanilla all the time

he spoils her SO MUCH

like so much

half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung

has a tendency to watch over her and make sure she’s content at all times

“cupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if you’d like” “oppa, it’s 3:00am-“ “and?”

they take such pretty instagram pictures :((

at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0

not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldn’t stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love

disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes

“um, excuse me, she can’t wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, please”

JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI

not many people bring this up because we know it’s honestly a sensitive topic :|

but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes it’s kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)

jaeli + yun love triangle anyways

jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much

once cried to johnny about how he doesn’t know what to do and that he didn’t want to make anything awkward by confessing to her

makes sure to be near her as often as possible

once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac ╰[ ⁰﹏⁰ ]╯ (let’s pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)

“jungkook, keep your friend away, please :D”

didn’t work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way

*in the 97’ liner groupchat* “HYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl

it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite ┐(´～｀)┌

lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks

just randomly hugs him but he’s not complaining

johnny isn’t picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian

sad,, i know

lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets

continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab

jaehyun smiles at her for no reason

JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO

an instant bond formed between them when they first met!

jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(

gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldn’t be there with her

buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!

liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon

she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-

an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo

nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member

maybe because lian said he was

“ “who’s your favourite member?” hmm i’ll have to say woo-oppa!”

*cue jungwoo laughing at yuta’s face because he was that shocked*

they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand

even though he’s off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lian’s little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes

they’re the two members who go grocery shopping together

more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay

jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (〃▽〃)

their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven

lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/

MARK + LIAN: LIMARK

leader of lian’s natural length hair committee

like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-

mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!

they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean

mark goes into straight panic when he’s with her sometimes

has to remind himself they’re like siblings

lian ans mark covered “your eyes” by hoody and jay park during a vlive!

it was adorable :((

lian had him saved in her phone as “android user” but now she doesn’t know what to change it to

they had a fight in 2019

mark let’s her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ

mars bar, markie, mork, marko

AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-

he says it’s because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought it’d be a good fit

someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldn’t stop making fun of him (；⌣̀_⌣́)

they can read each other’s mind just by looking at each other

“dude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?” *cue lian laughing hysterically*

“what’s so funny (゜-゜)” — interviewer

HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK

haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas

calls her short all the time

“lian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind it’s too bad you’re so short”

they’ve actually been so close to fighting each other and i’m not even joking

they’re the two members who fight the most out of all of them

but despite this, they love each other very much

hyuck says he’s the only one who’s allowed to make her mad

and if anyone else makes her mad he’d kill them

limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark

there are actually moments when they’re clingy with each other-

haechan loves her hugs :((

like ??????? one minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next, they’re all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????

lian could be speaking english and he’d say, “korean, please. i can’t understand canadian”

“shut up <3”

hello haechan cried and wouldn’t let go of her during her and mark’s graduation ceremony in 2018

she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far

he goes to her for dance advice

during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone أ‿أ

[geordiewrites]

I Did Something Bad | James Potter

A/N: Before reading, I just want to say this story is based around cheating, so simply if you don’t like that, don’t read it! It’s also really bad, but I need to get back into the swing of regular writing for my mental health’s sake, and this was my way of doing it so please don’t be too harsh reading it. I’m still v new to this shit, and v Geordie too so if I’m using words you don’t get or smth like that, just lemme know.

Summary: Y/N has been in love with James Potter for who knows how long... the only problem is when something happens between them, he’s in a relationship with someone else.

Warning: Infidelity, cheating, mentions of sex, angst, shit writing, shit characters, just don’t expect much okay?

“I have to tell you something.” Y/N says, fiddling awkwardly with the now frayed hem of her mustard-yellow jumper, fingers fumbling as she tries to speak.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Marlene, her best friend, asks worriedly, but Y/N just shakes her head, tears beginning to spring in her eyes. Seeing this, Marlene quickly rushes to sit next to Y/N on the edge of her bed in their gold and crimson adorned dormitory. She just stares blankly out of the window, trying and miserably failing to hide the fact that all she wants to do is rush out of Hogwarts and never return.

“I don’t even know where to start, Marls.” She mewls between choked sobs. “There’s so much I haven’t told anybody.”

“You can tell me.” Marlene continues, throwing a comforting arm over her friend’s shoulders with ease. Her face is twisted with worry, the kind of anxiousness that Marlene has never seen before and frankly is terrified by. “Just start at the beginning, I suppose. Who’s all this about anyway? Do I need to beat anyone up?” Marlene says frantically, and Y/N lets out a humourless laugh.

“No. Me, perhaps. Just promise if I tell you, you won’t tell Lily about it?” Her voice breaks more and more with every syllable.

“Why would I need to keep something from Lily?”

“Because it’s about James. Me and James.” Y/N whispers, pressing her face into her trembling hands.

“You and James?” She questions just a little too satirically, causing Y/N to send her a withering glare. “What is it you need to tell me?”

“I slept with him, Marlene.” Y/N cries before she finally collapses into a flummox of tears and loud cries that fill the dormitory with a tense, thick silence as the information settles in.

“When?” Only one word is managed from Marlene, said in a half shocked, half angry tone. Y/N feels Marlene’s arm shift off of her shoulder as she moves to sit cross legged on the floor. Away. Away from Y/N.

“The night of the party in September when they had that huge row because he got drunk when they had agreed not to.” She replied, her throat dry and hoarse making speaking physically painful, but she had to tell somebody. Anybody who would listen and wouldn’t judge her too harshly. Unfortunately however for Marlene, this burden fell to her since everyone else was out that day including both Lily and James, leaving no chance of being overheard.

“How did it happen?” Merlin, Y/N, why did it fucking happen?” Marlene said angrily, looking for something to throw across the room just to watch it smash into millions of irreparable pieces.

“You know bloody why, Marls.” Y/N snapped crossly, earning something close to a sympathetic look from Marlene.

~

Y/N couldn’t remember a time she had felt so lonely as to when James was kissing her.

It was strange really, since she had been madly in love with him for who knows how long at this point. But there, with their clandestine kiss captured into fracturing moonlight in the middle of her otherwise empty dorm room, with his hands travelling softly past her waist and to her hips, lips moving against hers in the way she had dreamed of, Y/N felt more solitary than ever. Perhaps it was because she knew he didn’t love her, that to him it was just completely physical. Maybe it was because he loved another, and someone she had been friends with for years at that. Deep down she knew it was simply because it was James.

James. James who used to carry her books because he was a whole head taller than her, and therefore claimed she needed a prince to save her. James who played Quidditch with her even though she was hopeless at it, and in return she waved a Gryffindor scarf for him at his games. Sometimes he even claimed it was the reason he won. James who told her that Lily was the love of his life while crying into her shoulder, unknowing that Y/N wanted nothing more than to hear those words about herself. But she wouldn’t, couldn’t, ever.

She could taste alcohol on his tongue as it moved expertly against her own, dark and bitter and sweet all at the same time. He carried a beautiful aroma of cigarette smoke, just slightly stale, and strangely oranges and the overly expensive cologne he always wore because Lily told Marlene she liked it four years previous. Everything about him screamed his love for Lily. From tousled hair to mirror her celebrity crush, to the way his eyes lit up every time the redhead walked into a room. And then there was Y/N, hopeless and drowning in an unrequited affection.

James and Lily were the Romeo and Juliet of Hogwarts, the epitome of a saccharine love story stretching over the expanse of seven years. Seeing them together was to be in the presence of true love, at least that was what almost everyone said. Nevertheless, only Y/N seemed to notice otherwise. The longing looks at other girls from James, the way they barely ever held hands, the fact they never kissed in public... although she had brushed this all aside, convincing herself she only saw it because he was looking, and that it wasn’t actually there at all.

But there James was, about to sleep with Y/N and throw that supposedly perfect relationship with the girl he had fawned over for years into turmoil. Some selfish part of Y/N wanted just that, perhaps that was the biggest reason when he whispered an “Are you sure?” against the skin of her jawline, she replied with a definite yes.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of afterglow and skin against skin, and for the most part, Y/N felt oddly sad. James’ touch felt hot enough to let her very skin on fire where he had touched her, and yet she still felt cold knowing he didn’t love her. He didn’t spend his nights dreaming of the colour of her eyes, but she knew his were a shining hazel with tiny flecks of green interspersed within them. She knew his birthday, his favourite colours and lessons and movies and stupid muggle bands... useless details really. They didn’t mean anything except to remind her of what she didn’t have, and of what Lily did.

And of what Y/N was now taking away from her.

~

“He was sad and we were drunk out of our minds. I remember finding him alone in the corridor. I remember talking to him about Lily for awhile, and then suddenly we were kissing and I couldn’t bring myself to say no.” Y/N explained slowly, the hazy memories of that night becoming more and more clear with each passing second.

“I can’t believe this.” Marlene said, raking fingers through her honey hair and pulling on the roots in shock. “I can’t believe it, Y/N.” She repeated, over and over and over until it seemed just a little more plausible. A little more tangible. A little more real. “I don’t blame you, you know.”

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed, an icy surprise erupting in her veins and sending a cold chill throughout her body.

Marlene smiled painfully. “What you did was awful, but he was the one in a relationship.”

“‘Suppose so. What should I do?” She blurted desperately, running her hands over the burgundy silk of her duvet as she anxiously stood up.

“You have to tell Lily.”

“I can’t.”

“You have to, Y/N. He cheated on her with you!” Marlene shouted, previously calm voice rising with exasperation.

“You don’t think I know that?” Y/N hissed back, venom beginning to seep into her voice but it wasn’t even aimed at Marlene. It was aimed at James, and at herself. “I fucking know I fucked up, Marls. But I can’t tell Lily - the literal sweetest person - that I shagged her boyfriend and that I’ve been in love with him since James learned who she even was. And he’ll never feel that way about me. Ever. He saw a quick fuck when he looked at me that night and a future wife when he saw Lily. Why do you think they’re still together? Because he doesn’t care.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so very sorry. But James isn’t going to tell her, and she has to know-!”

“Maybe he will.” Y/N interrupted.

“We both know that’s a lie. Somebody has to tell her, and it’s going to have to be you.”

“Please Marlene.” She begged, heart aching within her chest as a million unkempt memories flashed through her mind in the space of a mere moment.

~

“Come on, Y/N, truth or dare?” James asks through laughter.

“I should never have agreed to play one-on-one truth or dare with you.” Y/N replies irritably, although it’s stupidly short lived when he sends her that shit eating grin, and all over again she feels like a thirteen year old with a crush. Deep down she still is, underneath the makeup and the fake laughter, she’s still the same little girl who thinks she doesn’t deserve love. “But fine, I choose truth.”

“Good choice. Alright, who was the first person you ever shagged?” James asks curiously.

“Wow, James, way to make it seem as though I’ve done a hundred people.”

“Apologies, but go on.”

“Fine.” Y/N shifts awkwardly. “It was you, actually. Back in fifth year.”

“Oh.” He replies after a long pause, which to Y/N feels as though it will never end.

“I don’t really remember it if I’m being honest.” She adds in an attempt to dispel the thick tension that has built up. It doesn’t, and James can barely meet her eyes. “We were drunk, I think.”

“I often am when I spend time with you.”

~

And that was the moment it hit Y/N. The moment when he started giggling at her confession. The moment when she knew she hated him almost just as much as she loved him, because she had let that infatuation with him consume her. The moment when he told her in return that he only needed her for drunken sex, after she had lied about remembering it. Because she did remember it, so well in fact that it may as well have been etched into her skin with scarring inks. Where he touched her, how it felt that first night. And how it felt the one they wrecked his relationship.

That day, sitting with Marlene in her dormitory having just told her of the worst crime Y/N had ever committed, it hurt just the same. And now she was stuck with this pain, this awful, selfish feeling every time she saw him and Lily together that she just wished something would happen to her and James could be together.

Y/N never expecting it to be through cheating, but perhaps that was all it would ever be.

A one night stand, forever kept in the darkest part of her mind with the rest of her regrets. Regretting never telling James of her love for him. Regretting not asking him years ago to kiss her age fourteen, maybe she could’ve had a chance to get over him then. It felt like she never had that. It was a hookup, a torrid, illicit affair.

And that was all it would ever be. But perhaps that was what she deserved.

As Y/N walked down towards the Gryffindor common room, she could only think of a few things. How Lily could possibly react, how James would react to her telling Lily because he didn’t. Both had thousands of answers, none of which she could possibly predict in the moment. Step by step down the mahogany staircase leading to the plush, homey centre room the Gryffindors adored so much, Y/N inhaled and exhaled sharp breaths, planning out exactly what she was going to say to Lily in her mind.

All of that went away when she saw them together, curled up on the red velvet sofa in front of the dying embers of a once roaring fire, just watching it flicker away with their hands intertwined. Just sat there, staring hopelessly into one another’s eyes, so deep in love they didn’t even notice her step in the room. While she expected tears to spring in her eyes, they didn’t, the usual feeling of suffocation she felt around them had suddenly disappeared.

And as Y/N watched them, it finally hit her that what James did wasn’t some way of trying to communicate a discontent in their relationship, it was a stupid, pathetic mistake. But that’s all it was: a mistake.

And they would just have to live with that.

~

Nancy xx (again, apologies for how crap this is but it’s my first attempt at writing in a loooong time)!

[13atoms]

Many Happy Returns (Count Orlo x Reader)

Request:  if your still taking requests could you do one for Orlos birthday where unsurprisingly no one else celebrates it? [Fluff, 1.3k]

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Orlo rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he spotted you striding down the corridors towards him, a mischievous beam filling your own features.

You hitched your skirts slightly to run faster, and Orlo glanced around for anyone who might judge him for being a fool before pretending to run from you, his own shoes clattering on the hardwood floor. Important papers were clutched in his hands, stress clear in the tenseness of his shoulders, but for just a moment he laughed as you whined after him:

“Stop running!”

He turned to you with a toothy smile, his head tilted down as guards and other advisors leaving the meeting glanced his way.

“Sorry,” he laughed, as you panted a little from the chase.

You finally caught up to him, rolling your eyes as he held out an arm for you to take. The two of you were just friends, although you were hoping to flirt your way into something more, but you always found yourself charmed by the gentlemanly way he treated you.

“Are you busy?” you asked him jovially, giving a smile to a passing older lady who looked down her nose at you.

“Always.”

“Are you busy now?”

Orlo sighed lightly, and you squeezed his bicep in sympathy, his body tense as you walked side by side.

“I have half an hour, at the most. Is there something you need me for?”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his pessimism, you guided him to turn from the corridor, giving him a bodily push in the right direction as he attempted to walk on towards his office.

“Not everyone is seeking to thanklessly exploit you, Orlo. Just most people.”

He gave a laugh so dry it turned to a cough, lifting his hand to his mouth and his papers along with it. You peered at them gently, spotting the scrawl of his handwriting alongside the neater letters distinctive of a printing press.

That was interesting.

“I do need your time,” you admitted, once he was recovered from his coughing fit, “though I rather hope you’ll enjoy yourself.”

He raised his eyebrows. Perhaps he thought you might be asking him to calculate your accounts. Or order your books.

“Any favour for you, and I am sure I’ll enjoy myself.”

You felt the eruption of butterflies in your stomach, a sudden silkiness to his voice as he flirted. His attempt at charm was working, you had to concede, as you tried fruitlessly to invent a suitably clever response.

Instead, you simply shot him a smile, enjoying how it made his own features light up in a mirror of your muted excitement. He was taking surer steps towards your rooms now, the two of you disentangling to scale the staircase, only for him to pull you back to his side once you had reached the correct floor of the enormous palace.

“Your apartment?” he confirmed, as the door approached.

You nodded, rushing ahead of him to stand between him and the handle. He gave you a curious look, a smile approaching the corners of his mouth as he waited for you to speak.

After a pause, just to make him wait, you flung both doors open.

“Surprise!” you cheered, savouring the look of sincere shock on Orlo’s handsome face.

He removed his glasses, blinking as he took in the changes you had made to your parlour.

There were a half-dozen matching vases of flowers decorating the space, a glorious array of colour from the local spring wildflowers. On side tables sat plates piled high with macaroons, serving trays of beautifully prepared food across your dining table, the six chairs surrounding it decorated with garlands.

In the centre of the table sat a cake. It was small, though made of the finest ingredients you could persuade the kitchen to source, your money snuck to the serving boys to make it truly the best birthday cake money could buy.

As had been your intention, Orlo was stunned. You grinned, clutching your hands together in glee as he stepped slowly inside, his gaze roaming the space over and over again.

It was nothing on the birthday celebrations thrown for more popular court members on a weekly basis, and yet he seemed to be regarding the space as though it was the most elaborate thing he’d ever seen.

You noticed voices in the corridor outside and closed the doors behind the Count, not wanting to be disturbed.

He was still staring, silent, the papers in his hand creased by his absentminded grip on them.

“Happy Birthday, Orlo,” you told him softly, appearing by his elbow.

He set his glasses and papers down blindly on an armchair, before drawing you into a bone-crushing hug. He was soft, warm, a comforting smell washing over you as he buried his face against you.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, “I truly thought no one had remembered.”

Your heart broke, as you realised the reason for his astonishment. You had intended to have other guests, but as you considered each member of the court in turn, you could think of no one who would have been welcome at a celebration for the Count. Or would have wanted to show up.

“Of course I remembered,” you choked out, “how could I not?”

He shook his head against you, and you felt the tremble of his chin, the tightening of his hands against your back. You couldn’t bear to pull away, unable to face the trickle of a tear down his cheek.

“You mean the world to me,” you reminded him, “I wish I could have done more.”

Orlo shook his head again, more aggressively this time, a strong denial that you had anything to apologise for.

“Thank you.”

“You are so, incredibly, welcome.”

“I know I am not always easy, to be friends with,” he began, gulping against you.

You stifled a laugh, knowing he would not understand why you were so amused by his inability to see his own virtues.

“It is the easiest thing in the world to be friends with you,” you promised.

“I have innumerable flaws, and my reputation –”

“You are perfect,” you told him firmly, bracing your hands on the soft line of his waist to push him away, meeting his watery eyes with your own sincere stare.

As he opened his mouth to speak, his chin trembled, another tear leaving his reddened eyes.

“No one deserves to be celebrated more than you,” you insisted.

With a trembling attempt at a smile, he simply took you in, his hands on your waist. His gaze dropped to your lips, and he bit his own lip subconsciously. You caught yourself wondering what might happen, should you take one step closer to him, pull his face to yours. He would taste like the salt of tears at first, you imagined, and his full lips against yours the culmination of months of delicious flirting and pining. All those hours spent together, all those other times you wondered if he was working up the courage to kiss you… the tension finally culminating as you pulled his face to yours.

Yet he was crying, and happy enough already. So you remined in place, your shoes digging lightly into the carpet, waiting to see what Orlo would do.

As quickly as it had arrived on your lips, his attention was once again caught by the decoration and food behind you. A more certain smile graced his features, his fingers lacing together, as his eyes returned to yours. He made no attempt to conceal the affection and excitement in his gaze, and you caught yourself responding with the same sincere fondness.

You could not find it within yourself to be disappointed that he had not kissed you.

The time would come, you were sure of it.

“Thank you,” he repeated, “I cannot think of a more perfect way to spend my birthday.”

With a smile you took his arm, and lead him to the table, delighting in the knowledge this would be the first of many birthdays spent with him.

[sluttyten]

Hi!!! Could I ask for the “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” and “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” with Doyoung? Please? (this is up to you: but if it could be with a chubby/plus size reader it would mean a lot to me). Thank you so much for your time.

I love your writing 💞💞💞

The relationship you had with Doyoung was a long and complicated one. Your families were friends, and when you were younger your families had often met up for holidays—celebrating the New Year together, birthdays, the lunar new year, even going on summer trips together occasionally—so you were rather close.

As you grew up, it wasn’t that your families grew apart, just that schedules grew busier and your families couldn’t see each other as much. But when you were fifteen you celebrated the New Year together for the last time, and you and Doyoung snuck off together with a bottle of wine no one would miss, and you’d sat together in the park nearby, passing the bottle back and forth and waiting for midnight to strike.

You never learned if it was the wine or just an impulse decision or what caused it, but at the stroke of midnight as the country celebrated the calendar turning over, Doyoung kissed you.

It had taken you totally by surprise, and you’d run away, embarrassed and ecstatic and overwhelmed that Doyoung had kissed you.

But you didn’t see too much of him again after that, not for a few years, by which point he was taller and much more filled out and more handsome. Your mother had told you about Doyoung growing up, how handsome he’d grown. And the way she said it made it sound like he’d grown from being awkward to handsome, and you just wanted to tell her that he’d always been handsome. But then you finally saw him.

And damn. She was right.

Handsome Doyoung of the past was gone and now he was just....

“Wow,” you gasp under your breath when Doyoung walks through the door of his parents home.

For the first time in ages your families are getting together. Your whole family and Doyoung’s parents and brother and himself. It hasn’t been this way in many years.

Doyoung’s gaze lands on you, and immediately you feel your face grow a little warmer. You tug at your clothes, trying to get a little air on your suddenly hot skin, and also just trying to make sure it’s laying right. Before you’d left home, your mother had clucked at you and suggested you change, but you liked your outfit so you kept it on.

But now with Doyoung looking at you while he looks like that, you almost wish you’d changed.

And then his face breaks out in the huge, familiar warm smile of his, and he says your name. Instantly the cool handsomeness of him now melts away and he’s just young, dorky handsome Doyoung again.

You’re all together to celebrate Doyoung’s dad’s birthday, so there’s much talking and celebrating, then dinner and cake and presents and more laughter and toasting, and throughout it all you keep looking over at Doyoung, amazed at how much he’s changed in the last few years, wondering what he thinks about how you’ve changed or if you’ve changed at all in his eyes.

After a bit you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. You’re not gone for long at all, but as you start to return to the table, you see Doyoung’s not seated there with everyone else anymore and your heart sinks, thinking that maybe he’s left. You know he doesn’t live wi to his parents anymore; he lives in an apartment across the city. So you don’t return to the table, instead you wander back down the hallway.

This house once was as familiar to you as your own. When you were much younger, before puberty hit, you spent many nights having sleepovers here with Doyoung. And even now your feet tread the path to Doyoung’s bedroom.

As you stand in the doorway, you realize the room isn’t empty. Doyoung’s sitting on the bed, looking at some photos he has stuck to the wall.

“Doyoung?” Your voice seems so loud in the tranquility of his room.

He looks over at you. “Oh, hey. Look, I forgot I had these up here.” He points at the wall, and you step inside his room, move around to see the wall where he’s pointing. It’s an array of photos from his childhood. Pictures from school, from theatre, of you and him with your arms around each other’s necks.

“When’s this from?” You step closer, touching one photo you don’t remember being taken. The pair of you sitting on a swing set together, his arm looped around one chain of your swing to keep you both held together. You’re laughing with your eyes squeezed shut, and Doyoung’s smiling at the camera in his hand.

“New Years.” Doyoung answers easily. “You were so giggly and cute. I took it when you weren’t paying attention.” He stands up and when he’s beside you, you can suddenly feel the memories rushing back to you, can feel the best of the alcohol in your veins on that cold night, the thrill of sneaking out together and the joy of being with Doyoung. And then the kiss.

“I’d better get back to the table.” You say quickly. “I think my family’s about to leave.”

You make it as far as one step away from him before Doyoung grabs your wrist lightly. “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first. Who knows when we’ll see each other again.”

The photo on the wall draws your gaze again, a frozen memory of the last time you saw each other. You don’t want years to go by again before you see Doyoung again, and you definitely don’t want to go years regretting not having felt his arms around you.

As soon as you nod, Doyoung’s swept you in against his chest, and he wraps his arms tightly around you in the warmest embrace you’ve felt in a long time. You sigh and return the hug, loving the way it feels to be held by him, to have his cologne filling your nose.

You could happily stay there locked in his arms, but you don’t want to make it weird.

“No.” Doyoung groans as you start to drop your arms from him. “Wait, don’t pull away... Not yet.”

Your heart starts beating faster as Doyoung holds you tighter.

“I love how you fit in my arms,” Doyoung murmurs, tucking his face even more against your shoulder, winding his arms just a little tighter, pulling you that much more against him. “God, I’ve missed you. I feel like I really fucked up my chance with you back then. I should’ve made my move earlier, but you were just so pretty.”

You pull away to frown at him. “Me? Doyoung, I was such a chubby kid. What do you mean pretty.”

He frowns right back at you. “I mean pretty. Yeah, chubby. And cute and pretty. It’s not like those things can’t all be the same thing.” He reaches over for the picture; one little tug brings it down off the way, and he holds it beside your face. “Yeah, you’re still the same. Chubby, pretty, and cute.”

You whine and push at his arm. “Doyoung!”

“What? You are! And I like you just the way you are.” Doyoung tries so hard to defend himself. “Don’t you like me just the way I am?”

“First of all it’s been years, Doyoung. I’m not going to judge you just based off of visuals.” You sit down on his bed to look up at him. “And you look a lot different. You’re all—“ You gesture you and down at his tall, fit figure. “Yeah.”

Doyoung sits down heavily beside you, places the photo in your lap, and points his finger at his face in the image. “I’m that same Kim Dongyoung. I don’t look different.”

You snort. “You’re taller and somehow more handsome. We aren’t discussing this. If we compare who’s changed into a better looking version of themself over these years, then it’s clearly—“

“You.” Doyoung answers before you can say anything else. “It’s you. You look the same, but you look happier too. And more confident. I don’t think you back then would have ever worn something like this with such confidence. You were always shy and worried about what other people thought of you, but now you seem so much more confident and that’s sexy.” Doyoung leans back on his hands to get a full look at you. “I’m telling you, you’ve always been pretty but now you’re confident and that just so attractive.”

You fold your arms in front of you and look over at Doyoung. “I feel like you’re just saying all this stuff.” Doyoung shakes his head. “So you genuinely mean it?”

He nods his head. “Why do you think that I kissed you back then? I had a massive crush on you. I spent so many days thinking about confessing to you, but always losing my nerve. Then that night was my chance, probably my last chance because I knew I was going to be a trainee and would lose pretty much any chance at having a social life for a while. So I went for it. And then you ran away, so I thought you didn’t like me and I made it weird.”

“No!” You laugh. “I was just surprised. How could I not like you? Back then, you were my ideal type, Doyoung.”

“Back then?” He sits up again, holding his face close to yours. “Just back then?”

You look back down at the photo in your lap. You remember feeling so happy right then, the night air rushing around you, the taste of the wine on your tongue, and the heat of Doyoung’s fingers beside your cheek. That Doyoung made your heart pound just as much as your heart is right now.

“I don’t know you as well anymore. I can’t say,” you tell him.

Doyoung stares at you in silence for a few seconds, and then abruptly he stands up and holds his hand out to you.

“I’m Kim Doyoung.” He says as you slip your hand into his to shake. “I think you’re stunning, and I’d like to take you out sometime to get to know you like we used to know each other. Will you say yes?”

You stare at him, trying to read his face to see if he’s totally serious right now. Is Kim Doyoung, your childhood friend, really asking you on a date right now?

You stand up, still holding his hand.

“Well?” Doyoung asks.

“Take your second chance. Show me you’re the same Kim Dongyoung who gave me my first kiss.” Your glad to see the glint in his eye as he accepts your challenge, his hand tightening around yours as he draws you in for a second kiss, years too late.

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