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whadd-up-babie · 4 years

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✨🥺🥰 Sykkunos Sister 🥰🥺✨

Part One

Author's Note: Fuck time lines. I don't care if time lines don't add up. I mean on any other occasion I would care but right now at this exact moment in time, I couldn't fucking care less.

Word-count: 4k

Warnings: idk

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You walked into your new apartment, your two roommates and life long friends by your side.

You smiled and turned to the two, “You see this ladies?” You said with a satisfied smirk on your face, “All of our hard work finally paid off.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually here.” Addie said with stars in her eyes. “A couple of years late maybe, but still here in L.A”

You chuckled “I can't believe we wanted to move here as soon as we got out of highschool.”

“Yeah imagine how horrible that could've gone?” Your other friend Selena spoke up.

You visibly shuddered at the thought of how bad that could've been. You felt a buzz in your back pocket and looked down at your jeans.

“Me and Selena are gonna check out this place before we start bringing the boxes in.” Addie told you as her and Selena walked off.

You nodded your head as you pulled out your phone from your jeans. It was a text message from one of your brothers' roommates.

Toast Are you in L.A yet?

You Yeah, I just walked into my new apartment

You quickly typed out and hit send. You’ve been in contact with your brothers’ friends for a while now. You haven’t seen Thomas, or Sykkuno, in years and you wanted to surprise him during one of his streams.

He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with; Toast, Lily, Poki, Rae, Ludwig, Dream, Brooke, Jacksepticeye and Corpse. You were a fan of all of them.

You lived a couple blocks away from your brother and his friends which was very convenient for you, considering as the younger of the both of you it is your duty to be the most annoying human being possible. So random pop ups at his home would be much much easier.

Toast I told the lobby that I ordered delivery so they expect an interruption

You Ooooh big brain moment

Toast But I did actually order pizza, it’s pick-up so can you do me a favor and pick it up on your way

You I revoke my “big brain moment”

Toast sent you the address for the pizza parlor and the OfflineTV house.

“I’m gonna go surprise Thomas.” You called out into your apartment, “I promise I'll be back to help unload the stuff.”

“You better, considering you're the strongest one here.” Selena responded.

You chuckled and walked out of the door and into the hallway that led to the exit of your new home.

Your apartment only had two floors, you were lucky enough to score the bottom floor. It was two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The three of you slept in the smaller guest room. You had bought two bunk beds from Ikea that you planned on placing in that room.

In the master room was where everything Important was. Selena wanted to be a streamer, so her gaming set-up was in that room. Selena wasn't one of those well known streamers but she had a following. Addie wanted to be a model, so the majority of her clothes were in the master bedroom closet, whilst you and Selena shared the smaller closest in your shared room.

You on the other hand wanted to make music. All of your instruments were in the master bedroom. You owned an electric keyboard, a guitar, a bass guitar, a cello, and you just started learning how to play the ukulele.

The room set up plan was simple. You had two desks on opposite sides of the room. Selena would get the wall with the window if she ever planned on using more natural light. Selena's desk would hold her gaming set-up, she currently had two monitors, but she's saving up to buy a third.

Your desk had the latest IMac, it was a moving away gift from your family, everyone pitched in. You had an inexpensive but high quality microphone to record vocals.

In between the two desks you had a futon and coffee table gifted to you guys by Addie's grandma. Noise cancellation foam pads would coat the walls.

But you haven’t done any of that stuff yet considering everything was still in the U-Haul truck.

You walked out of the apartment whilst typing the address to your brothers home in your Waze app, you added the pizza parlor in as a stop.

You got into your SUV and started the car. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and shuffled one of your Spotify playlist.

White Tee by CORPSE began to blast through your speakers. You bopped to the rhythm and began to lip sync the lyrics.

~~~

It took you 30 minutes to collect the pizza and drive to your brothers house. You stood outside the door with the pizza balanced in your hand as you attempted to ring the doorbell.

You texted Toast beforehand so you hoped he was prepared and wouldn’t make you wait outside. You didn’t like being outside, it meant that people could see you. And you didn’t like that.

You stood outside for a couple of seconds before Toast finally opened the door.

“Finally!” You exclaimed as you pushed past him to enter his home.

“Welcome.” He said sarcastically.

“Where’s my brother's room!?” You asked excitedly.

Toast pointed you towards the direction of Sykkunos’ room and you went running.

You stood outside of his door all giddy and happy, apparently they were playing proximity chat among us. So if Sykkuno was next to anyone in- game they would surely hear you, as well as the rest of the offlinetv house.

You took a deep breath and shouldered the door open.

“I’VE GOT A PIZZA DELIVERY FOR THE BESTEST BIG BROTHER IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE WORLD!” You all but shouted, scaring him off of his chair.

He turned to look at you and his face of fear quickly morphed into one of pure happiness.

“I call him Thomas but apparently his stage name is Sykkuno. I wonder where he got that from.” You said, this time more calmly.

“Y/N!” Sykkuno said happily. He quickly got himself off the floor and tackled you in a hug.

“You know I would hug you back but like… I’m holding a pretty big pizza.” You told him. The smile on your face was so big it began to hurt your cheeks.

Sykkuno brought his hands to your shoulder and held you at arm's length. He looked you up and down.

“You’ve really grown.” He told you.

“Yeah.” You agreed, nodding your head, “You still look like a ten year old.” You said jokingly.

You laughed and he joined in. You placed the pizza down, and he led you towards his set up.

“We’re gonna need another chair.” He said looking around.

“No we don’t,” You said plopping down into his chair.

He gave you a weird look.

“I’m the guest.” You said waving your hand.

He didn’t say anything, he just looked you dead in the eyes. Right into your soul.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“I don’t like it when you do that.” You said as you stood from his chair.

“I only ever do it to you.” He said as he walked by you to reclaim his chair.

“That’s why I don’t like it.” You grumbled.

A couple of minutes later you got your own chair, they were even nice enough to give you a water bottle. You sat next to Sykkuno with one of his earbuds in your ear so you could hear what was happening in his game.

So far you’ve run into Rae, Poki, Toast and Lily and you told all of them about your relation to Sykkuno though Toast and Lily already knew.

Sykkuno passed by Jack and you were about to scream in the mic, but someone reported a body.

“Well now I’m disappointed.” You mumbled to yourself.

“The body was i-“

“What! Toast is dead!” You said shocked, “We were just with him.”

There was a moment of silence within the game.

“Who’s that?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” The other players muttered in agreement.

“That’s my sister, Y/N.” Sykkuno said.

A gasp could be heard from almost everyone

“Sister!” Ludwig shouted over the gasps, “Sykkuno you didn’t tell me you had a sister. I thought we were best friends.”

“I’m not really his sister.” You told them.

“Yeah she’s my foster sister.” Sykkuno explained.

“When I was younger Sykkunos' family was my foster family, until I was adopted by a lovely couple in Chicago.” You said.

“We haven’t seen each other since her adoption.” Sykkuno continued.

“And that was. What? 10-ish years ago?” You finished turning to Sykkuno.

“Yeah around that time.” He answered.

You brought your water bottle up to your lips and began to drink.

“Well it’s great to meet you Y/N!” Brooke said excitingly.

A chorus of “nice to meet you” entered your ear, but a very distinct “what up baby” caused you to spit your water back into its bottle.

“What’s wrong?” Sykkuno asked as he looked towards you.

“That did something to my stomach.” Was all you said.

“The water?” Sykkuno questioned further.

You felt your face heat up.

“Yeah.” You said nodding your head. “It’s totally the water. It couldn’t possibly be for any other reason.” You said bring your hand up to hide your smirk with your knuckles.

You turned your head and saw the chat exploding with the word SIMP in all caps.

~~~

You were at Sykkunos house a couple of days after that incident. He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with the same lobby again. They were playing in Polus.

Corpse was telling the lobby about his day when you thought to yourself, “I wanna wake up to the sound of your voice.”

You scrunched up your eyebrows wondering why it got quiet all of a sudden before Sykkuno bursted into fits of laughter as well as the rest of the lobby.

It finally dawned on you that you said that out loud. Your eyes widened and your face began to heat up.

“That sounded so suggestive, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was speaking out loud.” You began to laugh with the rest of the group and Corpse joined in quickly after.

The game started and you were all calmed down.

“I still can’t believe I said that out loud.” You announced to the group. A few giggles left their mouths as well as your own.

“No but just imagine waking up at 7 am to Choke me like you hate me but you love me! Every single fucking day.” You said before bursting into laughter, the lobby joining in soon after.

Sykkuno was doing his tasks in O2 before he announced to his stream he had to use the bathroom.

“I’ll watch the game for you but I won’t play because… I don’t want to.” You told him as he muted his discord and got up from his chair.

“That’s fine.” He said and left the room.

You turned to his chat. They started bombarding you with questions.

“What’s your Instagram.” You read aloud.

“Oooh shameless plug, follow me on all of my socials @y/n, also subscribe to my YouTube channel “Y/N L/N” I make music…sometimes.” You answered.

“Do you simp for Corpse.” You read another.

You pursed your lips. “I’m not gonna answer that question, but I will confidently admit that I simp for Rae and Poki.” As you finished that statement, Corpses avatar walked into the room.

You reached over to Sykkunos Keyboard and un-muted his mic.

“Hey Corpse!” You chirped.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied. “Where’s Sykkuno?” He asked you.

“What, am I not good enough?” You asked with mock offense

He chuckled before speaking up. “No, I was just wondering.”

“He’s in the bathroom.” You answered. “I’m all by my little old self. Minus the stream of course.” You turned to smile at Sykkunos camera before focusing your attention on the game.

“Would you like some company?” He asked.

“I would love some company, thank you Corpse.”

He brought his Avatar to stand by Sykkunos.

“How’s your day?” He asked.

“Not very fun.” You answered thinking back to what happened this morning. “We were finishing building the second bunk bed, but I dropped one of the heavier parts on my foot, so that hurts.”

“Oh that sucks.” He stated.

“I know. How’s your day?” You asked him.

“Very uneventful, just writing some potential lyrics and stuff.” He said.

“Oh yeah you write your own music.” You responded. “How did I forget that.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What do you like to do for fun?” He questioned.

“Oh I make music, or do covers. Depends on how lazy I’m feeling.” You told him.

“You make music?” He asked. You could hear the shock in his voice.

You hummed in response. “Yeah I dabble in music production. I write a nice chunk of the music, but I have some other musical friends help me with other stuff. It’s not enough for me to be noticed by the big producers or record labels though.”

“You think you could show me some of your stuff?”

“Yeah!” You said excitedly. “Do you want me to send it through Discord, Insta or Twitter.” You said as you fished your phone out of your back pocket.

“Do discord.” He told you.

“Got it.” You pulled up your discord app as Sykkuno got back from the bathroom.

You already friended the lobby Sykkuno was playing in after your first meeting.

Sykkuno got back in his chair. “Alright I’m back.”

“I unmuted your mic by the way.” You told Sykkuno, your eyes glued to your phone. You had to send Corpse the perfect snippet. So far all your options were shit.

“Oh hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno said once he got situated.

“Hi Sykkuno.” Corpse replied, “I was just talking to Y/N, she’s great company.” He complimented you.

“I am good company,” You said looking up from your phone, “I wish my roommates thought that.” You muttered to yourself, apparently louder than you thought because Corpse began to chuckle.

You smirked slightly. The sound of Corpses’ laugh caused a blush to spread to your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t you two finish your tasks.” You coughed up, trying to hide your blush. “I mean you’ve wasted enough time already.”

“Does anyone ever do their tasks when they play proximity?” Sykkuno asked.

“Exactly.” Corpse agreed.

“I’m a very work oriented person so I probably would.” You told them. You finally found the perfect audio file to send Corpse.

“I hope he likes it.” You thought to yourself. You sent Corpse the file the same time a body was reported.

“I found Luds’ body in decontamination.” Rae said.

“Sykkuno and Corpse did nothing in o2 practically the whole round.” You told the lobby. The lobby has gotten used to you speaking up while they played.

“I was keeping a new friend company that's not exactly nothing.” Corpse said, trying to defend himself.

“It meant nothing to me.” You said, you were quiet for a few seconds before you spoke up again, “I’m sorry! That was mean! I didn’t mean it! Thank you for disregarding your tasks just to keep me company!”

The lobby broke out into laughter while you continued spewing out apologies.

~~~

The game ended quickly, turns out Poki and Rae were the imposters. You decided then to make your departure.

“I should probably head home.” You told the lobby, “The only food the girls know how to cook is pizza rolls, pizza bagels and ramen. And we promised each other we would start eating healthy.” You got up from your chair as the lobby was saying their goodbyes.

You exited Sykkunos room and walked towards the exit. You ran into Michael and Lily and said goodbye to them on your way out.

You reached your car and pulled out your phone, checking for notifications. You usually stay off your phone whenever you watch your brothers’ stream so you never know what's happening.

It turns out you had 10 missed calls from Selena, and over 100+ messages of her asking you to answer the phone.

You quickly got into your car and called your roommate.

The phone only rang twice before she answered.

“YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DID FOR YOU!” She screamed into the phone.

You brought your hand away from your ear and cringed at how loud she was being.

“That’s fun.” You muttered to yourself. You put your phone down in one of the cup holders and put it on speaker.

“What did you do exactly.” You asked aloud as you put your key into the ignition.

“So you remember that cute guy we ran into-” She began but you interrupted.

“NO!” You shouted. “I am not in the mood to go on dates. We are here in L.A to focus on our careers. I don’t have time for dating.”

Selena was quiet for a few moments before she spoke up.

“Okay, but if you meet him and start catching feelings but it's too late, just know it's not my fault.” She said before she hung up.

You sighed to yourself. You were not ready to go out on dates. Especially not after your last relationship.

You drove in silence for the majority of the way home until you got a discord notification on your phone. You waited until you reached a stop light to look at it. Apparently it was from Corpse.

CORPSE I loved the vocals I honestly wasn't expecting this type of music from you

You quickly typed out a reply while still paying attention to the road ahead of you.

You Thanks! I just thought you would like that type of sound so I decided to send that one

You hit send right as the lights turns green. You placed your phone back into the cupholder and began to drive. You got another discord notification, you assumed it was Corpse.

“He can wait 5 minutes.” You thought to yourself. Corpse may have peaked your interests but that doesn't mean you were willing to get into a car crash for him.

You quickly pulled into your apartment complex and ran into your home, phone in hand. You had gotten 3 discord notifications whilst you were driving. You quickly sat down on your couch in the living room and propped your feet onto the coffee table.

CORPSE I like how this is mixed and produced You have a great tone throughout the song Would you want to collab sometime?

You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“This couldn't possibly be happening.” You thought to yourself.

Corpse was very relevant in the music industry, he had told you during one of the Among Us games that many labels were reaching out to him. This collaboration with Corpse could make you a star!

You A collab with one of the most trending people in the world? Count me in!

CORPSE Great! we can meet up whenever you want to work out some lyrics

You smiled to yourself thinking of how many doors this could open for you. This could make or break your career.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Me and Corpse are making a song together!” You thought to yourself.

“What kind of Wattpad fanfic is this?” You said out loud as Selena and Addie came out of the Master Bedroom.

“Oooh what about Wattpad fanfics?” Selena asked, as she headed towards the kitchen.

“My life is a Wattpad fanfic.” You told her. You furrowed your eyebrows in thought, “Is this my existential crisis?”

“What?” Addie asked, very confused as she sat down on the arm of the sofa.

“What am I rambling about.” You turned to your roommates. “You’ll never believe what I just scored.” You told them excitedly.

“What?” Selena asked as she exited the kitchen a bag of chips in her hands.

“I’m going to do a collaboration with Mr. Corpse Husband himself.” You said proudly.

“No way!” Selena shouted, dropping her bag of chips on the floor. “You lucky bitch.” She said.

“You guys have only known one another for like 3 days.” Addie said.

“We’re making a song, not getting married.” You told her.

“Yet.” Selena said with a smirk.

“I’m going to bed.” You told them as you stood up from the couch.

“What!?” They said in unison.

“But it’s like 8 o'clock.” Addie finished.

“I know but I’m not in the mood to put up with the both of you.” You said as you left the living room.

“I only said one thing!” Selena complained.

“One too much.” You told her.

You walked down the hall and entered your shared room. You sat down at the foot of your bed and sighed.

“This is not at all what I expected when I told mom I was moving to Cali.” You threw yourself backwards.

“How are we gonna go about this?” You asked yourself. Were you and corpse gonna work together in person, were you gonna work over a discord call? You haven’t seen his face, you’re not sure if he’s seen yours yet. All these thoughts came and went inside your brain, it was starting to give you a headache.

You grabbed your pillow and brought it down on your face. You made a noise somewhere in between a groan and a whine when you heard you got another discord notification from your phone.

You reached around for your phone until you finally grabbed it and brought it up to your face. It was another message from Corpse.

CORPSE For making the song I was thinking maybe you could come over to my apartment because I remember how you once told the lobby that your roommates are very loud

YOU They are very loud And thank you for the invitation, I was just starting to wonder how we were gonna work together

CORPSE Here’s my address and number Wanna meet up on Sunday 3 o’clock?

“Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.” You thought to yourself, You’re pretty sure you don't have any plans that day. You typed out a quick reply before turning off your phone and going to sleep.

~~~

It was Sunday 12 o’clock you left your house with a nice hot cup of joe in your hands. Corpse lived 2 hours away so you wanted to leave early to hopefully grab some breakfast.

The night prior you placed your guitar in the back of your car, knowing you wouldn't remember to do it the morning of.

You got into your car and pulled out of your apartment complex. It was a long drive filled with random songs. You pulled into the first McDonalds you saw and ordered your usual.

When you were back on the road you had about 30 minutes before you would arrive at Corpse’s house. Which meant, using the power of mental math, you would get there 30 minutes early.

You grabbed your phone out of your bag keeping your eyes on the road. You opened up your contact list and scrolled through looking for Corpse. You found his name and gave him a call. You put your phone on speaker and put it into your cup holder. The phone rang about eight times before he answered.

“Hello.” He answered, his voice was deeper than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked as you turned off the highway.

“Yeah, I got a good… 35 minutes.” He told you with a chuckle.

“Make yourself some breakfast. I should be there in about 30 minutes.” You told him with a smirk.

“Yes ma’am” He told you before he hung up.

“This is gonna be a long day.” You muttered to yourself.

~~~

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willowistic22 · 4 years

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Red (Redfinch)

Despite their breakup, Albert still wanted to go see Finch perform in one of his concerts when Race asked him if he wanted to come. This is the perfect chance for them to talk things out again but words aren’t cooperating for either of them. With that, Finch decides to triy a different form of communication.

Words : 5233

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Warnings : Alcohol, cursing, cigarettes, angst in general

A/N : Woah that’s a crazy word count uhh,,,, hi i’m back with another fic. Another redfinch and for that we stan lol (well idk maybe yall are annoyed by all these redfinch fics but yknow what? i’m thriving off of it) But fr I’ll eventually get into writing other ships but for now have one more redfinch combined with another tswift songs (as you do) this time with Red. Wow we are so surprised who would have thought of redfinch being associated with the song red no we aren’t surprise :D This one specifically exists in my bandsies au. you don’t need to read that first to understand this (i think?) but it wouldn’t hurt if you checked that out as well:) Tbh i can’t decide whether i love it or hate it but at least i like it enough to post it. N ee wayysss enjoy!!

His brain is screaming about how much Albert shouldn’t be doing this. Comprising a list of cons that goes on forever. And although he thinks all of the cons his brain had written is logical, that one pro his heart wrote beside the long list was all it took for Al to say yes. All the cons will be worth suffering through if he finally gets to see Finch again. And maybe it’s for the better since he’s not doing well by distancing himself from the boy.

Unfortunately, the world isn’t black and white. Meaning that even if he did choose to follow what his heart wants, all the horrible feelings will still be there. And with every step he takes, inching closer to the entrance of the building, he’s getting even more terrified by the second. Thankfully, the line for the entrance is going pretty slow which gives time for Albert to calm down.

But it’s not helping. The line is crowded and full of fans, talking excitedly about the band’s awaiting concert inside. For some odd reason, he can only hear the conversations between fans that contain one specific name. He doesn’t hear anyone mentioning Romeo, Elmer, or Jojo’s name. Not even Crutchie, who he’s been told to be the fans’ favorite. Just the name Finch, being repeated all around him. With adoration and excitement lacing the name. The line is delaying the inevitable and the people around him makes him a bit overwhelmed.

“We can still turn around if you want. I’m sure they’ll find a way to give us a refund”

If he’s actually being honest, it was his best friend that got him to come. Race returned to their shared apartment a few weeks ago and rushed to ask Albert if he wanted to go see their friends performing tonight. Race knows about Al and Finch’s break up but it’s worth asking him first. And to his surprise, he said yes.

“No, it’s fine” Albert replied, “I’m fine”

“You’re picking your pimples right now”

“So?”

“It’s one of your nervous habits”

That piece of information really caught Al off guard. He didn’t think a tiny random fact about himself would actually corner him the way Race is doing now. Eyeing Albert through his glasses and raising his eyebrows despite his forehead being mostly covered by his beanie.

“Well… I-” Albert tried to come up with bullshit as fast as he could, “I like to do it on purpose too, alright?! My fingers just... get a little itchy!”

He slowly puts his hands down from previously reaching up to pick his face. And the line is still going slow, one step at a time. It’s not doing any favors for Al.

“Dude, it’s alright if you’re not ready to see him” Race continued, “It takes time, I get it”

“Race, I’ll be fine! How many more times do I have to tell you?” Albert argued, which finally made Race back down. And to make sure it’s no longer gonna be brought up, Al changes the subject, “By the way, where’s Specs and Mike? You said they’re watching too”

“They’re already backstage with the others for... obvious reasons” Race answered casually, catching on to Albert's intentions to change the subject. “So is Kath, by the way. We’ll meet her in there though”

To that, Albert simply nods. His jittery movements turn into rocking his body on the ball of his feet while digging his lips with his teeth. Race tries to pretend he doesn’t notice, but he does. Albert knows he does. Although he’s glad he’s not bringing it up because it might make it worse.

He’d be lucky to know that he’s not the only one panicking over this. In the dressing room, an aggravated Finch throws his phone to the cushion of the couch after sending the last text to his friend Race. It sounds unlawful for Race to be ‘secretly updating’ Finch on how Albert is actually doing because it’s obviously something Albert doesn’t want to directly tell his ex.

Finch groans, placing his elbow on his armchair to support his head. The room is spinning in his view and he wishes it all to stop. Taking deep and long breaths to stabilize his shaky limbs. A little prayer starts playing in his heart, it follows the tempo of his fast heartbeat.

“He’s here, isn’t he?”

Finch opens his eyes and looks up to meet his bandmate sitting on the couch across from him. He hadn’t even been talking for a good hour because he’s too fixated with the first text Race sent him when he and Al first started making their way to the concert.

“Yeah, he’s in line” Finch replied, looking up to the blond boy who’s holding his bass.

“How are they not being mobbed?” Another voice rang. This time it’s not coming from one of Finch’s bandmates. It’s coming from Race and Albert’s bandmate, sitting next to the shortest member of Finch’s band on the couch.

Specs only ask that because their two bands have a long connecting history and their fanbase tends to be sort of the same in a way. With Specs dating Romeo and Mike dating Jojo, Race and Albert are bound to be recognized and mobbed by at least a few fans. Especially seeing that Albert is Finch’s former lover, although the fans know that as a rumor since the two never publicly addressed it.

“I’m assuming they’re wearing a lot of shit to cover their faces” Another answered, the other VIP of the show alongside Specs, Mike. He’s twirling his drink in his hand while the other keeps Jojo cuddled close to him, “I mean, Al’s head is really fucking bright!”

With the mention of that specific name, Finch sulks back in his armchair with a groan. He covers his face with his hands, hoping it’d make the world just stop for one second. He could hear a loud clean slap echoing the room, followed by overlaps of whispered scolding. If he had to guess, it was Mike who was the one getting slapped and scolded.

“This is a disaster…” Finch exclaimed to himself, still not lifting his face up.

“It doesn’t have to be unless you make it like that” this time a feminine voice spoke up. A voice he recognized to belong to Kath.

Finch hears footsteps approaching him. He feels the motion of someone softly kneeling down in front of him. His hands were gently pried open and he was met with Kath’s friendly smile.

“It takes time, but you gotta trust the process”

It’s not necessarily the words he needed to hear right now, but it still warms his heart to hear his friend still being there for him despite the sticky situation he has gotten them into.

Everything would’ve been just fine if Finch hadn’t been so pushy and upset over Albert’s decision. He was the one that decided to put his music career on hold to go get that engineering degree, which frankly seems pretty useless. Finch was so dirty for pulling the ‘you’re being selfish’ card at him when it’s not even his band at all. Race, Specs, Mike, Ike, and even their manager Denton were very supportive about his decision to get that degree. Heck, all their friends were! But not Finch. His boyfriend at the time. He argued like he secretly knew how the others felt about Al leaving when really there aren’t any secret feelings for him to know. All his arguments came from his own feelings.

However, he knows Albert’s ‘own decision’ was secretly coated by his father’s persuasive words. The whole ‘just in case the music career doesn’t work out’ argument was basically the copy and pasted words from his father. They both know it. Despite the arguments, it still seemed that Al was determined to fully focus on college anyways. Instead of following his fellow musician friends’ college path by getting a degree in the non-lecture-hall way, he followed his father’s words and actually attended his college classes in a proper campus.

In the moment, Finch was just too focused on Albert leaving. Maybe he was the one being selfish. He had only realize now that most of his arguments were because he didn’t want Albert to go. It’s too late now, since the last time they saw each other was when Al slammed the door of their apartment one last time with all his stuff and a plane ticket to Seattle. At that point, Finch was finally tired of all the arguing and told him that if this was his plan then he’s on his own.

The tears that came after were filled with sorrow and regret. Sorrowful because he missed him. Regretful because he only realized then that there was no valid reason for Finch to lash out in the first place other than for his own needs. The feeling is still present to this moment. And it’s currently the strongest right before a show because he knows he’s gonna be in the crowd.

“Look, we’ll let ya drown out your feelings with some booze later” Crutchie finally said, “But right now we got a show”

The band was all getting up from where they were seated, bringing whatever they needed to the stage. Crutchie gets some help from Jojo to bring his Bass till he properly sits on the stool on stage. But Finch stays perfectly still, holding Kath’s hand as if his life depends on it.

“I know I should talk to ‘im, Kath” Finch finally said, slowly joining the others in standing up. Kathrine follows along, eyes still fixed to her friend, “But… I can’t. I wouldn’t know what to say to him”

“Then don’t talk” Mike suddenly inserts himself in their little conversation. He gets up and approaches the two, “Sing him the new single”

“You’re fucking insane, Mike!” Katherine instantly snapped.

“Alright, your mouth will be legally sealed shut till the end of the concert” Specs joins them only to drag Mike away. There were some protests from the boy, but it was totally shut down by everyone else in the room.

“No, wait. He’s got a point” Finch suddenly exclaimed, which quickly got the whole room to freeze in time.

He looks at his bandmates, all standing by the doorway ready to kill the concert. A half confident smile appears on his face and he says, “Let’s sing that single”

The concert is held in a bar like-venue with multiple floors, slowly being filled to the brim by excited fans. Their excitement bounces off the walls of the venue, creating an ecstatic kind of environment despite the tight space. The concert is going to start any minute now and while the fans surrounding him are shaking in excitement, Albert is shaking in a nervous fit.

“Still okay there, Al?”

Albert looked to his side, seeing his good friend Kathrine looking up to meet his eyes with concern. She had just joined the boys in the midst of the crowd after hanging out behind the stage with the band.

“What? Yeah, I’m okay” He replied, “What makes you think I’m not?”

“You’re squeezing my hand a little too tight”

Al had only realized he’s been holding Kath’s hand just now. His brain was too focused on his fears about meeting Finch again to the point that he hasn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. He gets bashful all of a sudden, cheeks going a bit warm, harshly pulling away from her grasp.

“It’s okay, you can hold my hand if you want,” Katherine said gently.

“Kath, I’m fine!” Albert said, “Why won’t you and Race believe me?”

“Because we know it’s utter bullshit”

The pair looked back towards the crowd behind them where the familiar voice originated from. There, Race struggles through a sea of people with two drinks in hand. Oddly enough, he still seems to stand the heat despite still wearing his face disguise. A white cotton mask, black-framed glasses, and a grey beanie mostly providing cover for his blond curls. While Al, seeing that the venue is pretty dark and speculations has led him to believe that the fans would be focused on the concert rather than the people attending it, had already put away his mask. However, his fears still made him wear his snapback and grey-framed glasses just in case.

Albert takes his rightful drink, and with a free hand, Race takes off his own mask and stuffs it in his pockets. He complains about the stuffiness from wearing the mask all while doing so, which made Kath laugh. It appears the Albert-scolding has been forgotten for the time being, as Kath and Race starts engaging in their own conversation, which Al doesn’t mind because he’d much like to down his beer quickly.

And then the concert finally starts.

An exciting intro starts playing as the band enters the stage. The wild crowd welcoming the band is deafening to Albert’s ear. Time freezes and everything in between fades away. All he sees is Finch, up on stage wearing a smile brighter than the lighting of the venue itself. He’s using his old dark green guitar. The same one he uses when he’s writing songs in bed or when he just feels like strumming the strings. Albert remembers the memoirs of all the guitar string scars he had earned throughout the years of knowing him. Some of them were even caused by Albert himself.

Lucky that Finch hasn’t noticed Albert has been staring at him the whole time. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of the boy since the start of the first song, shimmering under the spotlight with amazing vocals. Laughing about at his fellow bandmates’ antics on stage. Oh, that laugh. It gives him butterflies in his stomach like it was the first time hearing it.

He can feel two pairs of familiar eyes on him. But he’s too far gone to care. Albert really did make a big mistake for letting Finch go that easy. Because at the end of his previous college days, he still loves him and misses him dearly. His little Finchy. It doesn’t matter to Al anymore if Race and Katherine are eyeing him with sorrow or the whole world were to look at him weirdly for fixating his own eyes towards the beautiful boy on stage. He was his beautiful boy. Good lord, does he long to see the days when he got to call Finch his.

“Holy shit, I fucked up” Albert muttered under his breath, only Kath and Race could hear it, “I should’ve never had left”

His friends were definitely not expecting Albert to verbally exclaim his regret. They already knew from the start despite the redhead’s previous denials. But hearing him say it just makes it all more real. Even Albert himself was hit by a truck of reality just by loudly announcing it.

“Well, now you know” Katherine started, gentle voice on the same volume as his own despite the volume of their current surroundings being incredibly loud, “Go tell him that after the show”

“I can’t. I shouldn’t” Albert replied, fully turning away from the stage to properly look at his friends. A glint of sorrow and desperation flashes before his face, “I might make things worse!”

“Well, you’ll never know till you try” Race said, sounding a little hesitant at the start. He offered a warm smile at his friend and a hand on his shoulder, since there isn’t much he could do in the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Albert turns back towards the stage only to witness the biggest surprise of his life. Finch looked back. Straight into Albert’s eyes, it pierced right through to get his heart thumping loudly in his ears. He just realized the song the band was previously playing had ended and they were waiting for the fans to quiet down. While Romeo playfully over-dramatize his thank you’s to the crowd and gets scolded by Elmer and Crutchie, Finch was continuously staring at Albert. The hands that were previously used to play with his guitar hang idly because his center of attention wasn’t at his instrument right now.

It might just be some form of hallucination Al retained from the high, but Finch seemed to be smiling at him a little. Just a little curve at the end of his lips while he’s still staring back.

Albert doesn’t know how to interpret this other than to just stare back. Deep down, his heart is flipping in all kinds of ways and his thought process is no longer comprehensible. He’s trying to read the other boy’s emotions but it’s too neutral to tell. Other than the fact that he’s smiling a little at him but that still doesn’t give him a proper answer.

Eventually Finch becomes the first one to look away, seeing that the audience had settled down for the band. Albert’s eyes were still glued to Finch, retaining his focus back to the concert. He opens his mouth for a moment to say something into his microphone, although he unexpectedly stopped. The flow of words seemed to cut short. He saved himself by pulling himself away from the microphone up front and towards the rest of his bandmates. Judging from the body language, they seem to be whispering.

“What’s happening?” Albert whispered, more to himself rather than to his friends.

“I’m not sure…” Race replied, taking a step closer to where Al is standing.

The band kept the discussion short and quickly got back to their places. Finch seems to hesitate the second time he opens his mouth to speak. But this time, he gets the words out.

“Uhh… sorry ‘bout that. I uhh… I just got the urge to go a bit out of our fixed setlist and uhh… hope you guys don’t mind” Finch explained with a little giggle at the end. The crowd couldn’t care less and cheered on. Finch smile widens at the agreement, “We thought we’d give ya an early access to our newest single that hasn’t been released yet”

A euphoric feeling passed through the crowd as the cheering got louder. It baffled Finch so much that he laughed into his mic.

“Oh my god, they’re actually doing it” Katherine commented under her breath.

But Al’s ears were sharp enough to catch it. He snaps his head around to face the girl behind him, “Do what?”

Katherine was rendered speechless to that question, despite obviously knowing what’s going on. Albert turns to Race but he has no idea. He finally turns back to the stage where Finch’s gaze was already waiting to be returned by Al himself.

Without breaking the gaze, Finch speaks into the mic with a little smile, “It’s called ‘Red’”

It was Albert’s turn to be speechless. He had no knowledge of a new single since he’s mostly been staying away from his ex’s social media for the sole purpose of moving on, which he had failed miserably. And none of his friends had told him anything about a single that’s title was a secret language only Finch and Albert share, littered with all sorts of vintage romance.

“Holy shit…” Race exclaimed, “...I had no idea they were gonna play this song”

The opening of the song starts with Jojo lightly plucking a few strings of his acoustic guitar. The crowd goes wild once again, energy bouncing off one wall to the other.

“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”

Crutchie sang the first line smoothly. At this point the other’s had joined in with their instrument. Finch fully ignoring the crowd and focused on looking at Al. Those blue eyes are trying to send a message to Albert and it’s being coded with the song they’re currently playing.

The song had carried on till it reached the chorus. All the instruments peaked at that moment and collaborated with each other to create a very euphoric sound. The crowd jumps along to the beat of the song along with a loud cheering, obviously enjoying the tune they have yet to listen to. Some were holding up cameras to capture this moment, most likely to later share it with the fans that didn’t get the chance to witness it live.

At this point, Finch had turned his face away from Al. There was a troubling look in his expression but it was quickly covered by closing his eyes as if he’s trying to concentrate on singing the chorus with the others. But Al is no fool. He knows that look on Finch’s face is when he’s trying to avoid something, and that something is him.

“Losing him was blue, like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know

Somebody you never met

But loving him was red”

The words moved something in Al. It was written in a way Albert recognized it to be Finch’s writing style. Every single part of the song. From the melody, the chord progression, even the lyrics. Especially the lyrics.

“Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword

And realizing there's no right answer

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out

That love could be that strong”

As Finch harmonized that line with Jojo, he stole a little sad side glance at Albert. The song returns to the chorus once again, Finch gets dragged with the beat and lightly moves his body along.

Albert gets captivated along with the music. He can feel the corner of his lips slightly rising up, which is pretty ironic seeing that Finch is singing a breakup song about them. Maybe because he’s relieved to hear Finch sing about how he’s not fully over him. Or maybe it’s because he gets to see Finch embracing the break up, which could potentially mean that he’s okay with it. But whatever it is, he’s happy seeing Finch like this. Or just seeing him in general.

“Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now gotta let go

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head”

The chord progression’s pattern slightly changed. Finch sings his line into the microphone, closing his eyes as if to soak up all the intoxicating energy he gets from the crowd. Of people flailing their hands into the sky and a loud chorus of undecipherable shouting. But at the last line, he steals a proper glance back at Albert.

“In burning red”

The lyrics really says it all. There’s no more hidden message that Albert needs to decipher, as it's being presented right in front of him.

Finch takes over the next part of the song, shredding his guitar which makes the crowd go wild. At the moment, it looks like he’s feeling himself. Moving along with the motion of his fingers that creates each note.

“Oh, losing him was blue, like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know

Somebody you never met

'Cause loving him was red”

The song is supposed to be a punch to Albert’s guts, and yet he finds himself laughing at it. He catches a glimpse of Finch’s eyes, sneaking its way to look back at Albert every so often. And this time, he wears a smile while jumping along to the song. And it made Al smile back.

“His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street”

As the song ended, the fans went wild. The look on Finch’s face seems satisfied at the success of the single they have yet been released to the world, shining at the sight of a hype crowd. He steals one last glance at Albert with a little smile on his face. Albert would dare to say he’s being a bit shy. To that, Albert smiles back with a disbelief laugh escaping his lips before Finch pulls his gaze away from the other boy.

After playing a few more songs, the concert ended. There was only one thing in Albert’s mind, which was talking to Finch. Race and Albert quickly put their disguise back on before the crowd had realized who they were as they exited the venue. The three stay behind as the venue gets emptied, Race and Katherine making quick work with their fingers on their phones to contact their friends backstage.

Jojo was the first to respond to either of them. He said that Finch is smoking behind the venue alone. One could only assume that he’s not in his best state after spontaneously choosing to sing that single. But Jojo assured them that he’s still good to talk to. Crutchie then responded, saying that Specs and Mike can pick them up to get them into the backstage.

It didn’t take them long, but Albert wasn’t keen on seeing the others right now. After being pointed towards the back door, Albert was already off. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as he makes quick steps towards it.

He gently opens the door, to avoid surprising the boy in case he was nearby. Albert steps out to a parking lot, open-spaced with another parking lot above it as its roof. At a first glance it was completely empty, only a few lights turned on to keep the area lit. His eyes gandered even further and spotted the boy he was looking for, back facing Al and his body leaning on metal bars as he enjoyed the nightlife of the city.

Albert took a deep breath to calm his adrenaline, slowing down his walking pace. The area is eerily quiet. Only a few things that can be heard: his footsteps, his thumping heart, and the sounds coming from the streets three stories below them. With every step closer, he slowly unraveled his makeshift disguise. Shoving his mask and glasses in the pockets of his jeans but left the snapback on.

“‘Loving him was red’” Albert said to catch Finch’s attention, “Did you mean it to be that obvious?”

Finch didn’t fully turn his head around, only halfway so Al can see the little grin of amusement forming on his face. A little chuckle escaped his lips, causing his chest to pulse along before he continued, “Not really. But it has a nice ring to it”

Albert takes a few steps closer towards the metal bars, leaning his body on it like what Finch is doing. Now he can clearly see the half burnt cigarette on Finch’s hand. Al tries to make eye contact with him, but Finch is purposely turning his head the other way and giving Albert his head full of blond curls.

“You came back” Finch suddenly said, voice hushed and low.

“Of course I came back” Albert replied, “You didn’t think I’d fully leave like that, did’ja?”

“Well, no. It’s just that you seemed so hellbent on going to college”

Albert slowly nods at that, moving his gaze towards the streets below like the other boy. They sit in the silence for a few minutes. Hearing different vehicles pass by the street below them and honking from the distance.

“Finch, I’m so sorry I left ya like that” Albert suddenly started, fully turning his face towards him. He couldn’t find a way to word it and so he resorted to just telling him the truth. Finch stays quiet to let him continue, “I was an idiot to let ya go that easily and all because I was selfish”

“You weren’t actually being selfish” Finch said, smiling a little at his words, “You did it because you wanted to. And it wasn’t hurting anyone anyways”

“It did. It hurt you”

Finch turns his head towards Albert. Now their eyes are looking into each other closer than before. The closest they’ve ever been since their breakup. A mixture of unsaid emotions made the gaze feel so intimate and it terrifies Al a bit.

“I hurt myself trying to get you to stay” Finch said softly. His next words got stuck in his throat. He gives his brain a few seconds to focus with a sigh out of his mouth and dragging his gaze away from Al, “I knew you never wanted to get that engineering degree in the first place which is another reason I didn’t want you to go. But at the end of the day, it was your decision to make and not mine. I lashed out on you and said you were selfish but… I was the one that was being selfish”

Finch turns his eyes back towards Al, his face looks more sorrowful than before, “I’m sorry”

A small smile formed on Al’s face, tilting his head to the side by a few inches, “It ain’t your fault for knowing me more than I know myself”

They leave the conversation at that for the time being. Letting the streets below fill the void of their silence. Both boys focusing their gaze towards the view they got from this height they’re on again. Finch and Albert left speechless at each other’s words.

Albert’s hands unconsciously reach up to his forehead, itching to pick a pimple like earlier. His next words almost got stuck in his throat but he was able to pull through just enough to get to his point, “Well, at the end of the day we uhh… we both fucked up. Fucked our relationship, that’s for sure-”

“Stop picking on your pimples, Al” Finch casually said. The surprise look on Al’s face got Finch to side eye him with a giggle.

Al pulled his fingers away, stuttering in his movements but still continued on his words with more confidence, “What I’m trying to say is… I want to try again as long as you’re willing to”

There was a good few seconds of silence that Finch used to just stare at him. Albert could only wonder what he’s thinking about inside that head, “So we just… what? Forget the breakup ever happened? Move back in together? You know I can’t just do that, right?”

“That’s not what I mean. We don’t need to rush things. I know you can’t do that” Albert said, “Just… let me start by making it up to you? Whatever you want. Just name it”

Finch didn’t respond instantly, letting the silence between them linger for a few more minutes. But it’s deeply agonizing to Albert’s ears. A blank space of two eyes locked in a gaze, and one is obviously dying to get out of it.

“Please, say something” Albert begged. Hands suddenly reaching back up to his face to pick on his pimples again.

With a free hand, Finch reaches towards Al’s hand on his face. He pulls it down to the bars, holding it in place to make sure it doesn’t repeat its mistakes again. The grip was firm, but warm and calming to Albert’s soul. It made him go blank for a good few seconds from being so touch deprived of Finch’s soft hands. He retains his sense of reality when their eyes finally meet again.

With a little smile forming on Finch’s face, he finally answers, “I’d like that very much”

#random writing #newsies #redfinch #redfinch newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #finch cortez #finch newsies #tw cursing #tw alcohol #tw cigarettes #tw angst #validate me pls and thanku:)#unless you don't ship redfinch #which is understandable

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babylon-cal · 4 years

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Don’t Like Me? - Calum

Pairing : Calum x Reader

Genre : Angst & Fluff

Requested : by anon : Can I request something? I want a fic where the reader is dating Calum & the rest of the boys don't like them because they don't like the LA party lifestyle. Angst with fluff in the end (Calum reassuring the reader that it's ok to not like the LA party lifestyle because he doesn't like it either)? Make sure you write it with gender neutral reader in mind

Word Count : 1.7k

I haven’t written for the 5sos boys since 2018, so i hope this is better than what I used to write, idk honestly gjdshk i hope you enjoy it!! Tried not to make it too unrealistically dramatic because I know that in all facts, the boys would not straight up not like someone for not partying so I had to make the reasoning about more thought out.

Unrelated, but I have some 2012 wattpad fic type requests in my inbox that are just giving me flashbacks that I’m not entirely looking forward to write but you know what we gotta pull through fam so

The air was cool outside the club and the cars that drove past would occasionally cause a stronger gust to blow against (y/n)’s hair, pushing it away from their face. The music from inside of the club sounded muffled from where they stood on the sidewalk that was cast with a soft orange hue from the streetlights, a half smoked cigarette nestled between their fingers. They took a drag from it, tasting the nicotine. They never particularly enjoyed the taste but it made them feel a little bit at ease, especially during the exuberant atmospheres of parties.

It was baffling as to why their boyfriend, Calum and his bandmates insisted on renting out clubs every other two weeks and indulging in exorbitant amounts of alcohol and dancing to deafening electronic pop until they were stumbling out of the doors in the wee hours of the morning. Calum had never made it too difficult on (y/n), trying not to get drunk too often. In all honesty he would rather stay at home with this partner rather than leave them while he was out, or even bring them along like they did tonight. (y/n) heard the music as it was unobstructed for a few seconds - assuming it was someone exiting the club, before the doors closed again.

“Mind a puff?” a voice said beside them and they turned to see Calum there, sporting his The Sensation t-shirt and a pair of black slacks. They handed him the cigarette and he placed it between his lips. (y/n) watched as the orange ring glowed and ate up the white casing slowly as he took a drag and how he blew the smoke up in a small cloud. “You alright?” Calum asked, as he handed the tab back to them, placing an arm around their waist and pulling them closer to his side.

“Yes, I just wanted some air, you know how all of this isn’t really my thing,” They dropped their cigarette, stubbing it out with their foot.

“Of course I do. Do you want to go home?” he asked, staring down at them as they continued looking out into the distance and at the bright neon from the 7-11 sign down the road.

“Actually, yeah,” they responded, looking at him once more, flashing him a small smile, which he returned before pressing a kiss to their forehead, mumbling an “okay”.

“We should say goodbye to the boys first, don’t you think?” Calum suggested and (y/n) felt their heart sink. They could never fathom why the other boys behaved somewhat hostile and cold towards them, whenever they met at parties most of the time. In the rare occasion they did meet at other smaller gatherings, the boys would only exchange a few words with them - only deciding to speak to them when Calum included them in a conversation. (y/n) would more often than not, stay silent by Cal’s side, disengaging from any conversation on the fear that they would dislike them more, in case their suspicions of their feelings were any way true.

Calum and (y/n) stepped into the club, immediately greeted by the strong smell of tequila and sweat, the cold air conditioning not really helping. Their fingers interlaced as they made their way through the stragglers, (y/n) feeling an awful discomfort at the unknown skin-on-skin contact with the strangers on top of the blaring of Physical by Dua Lipa through every corner of the room, the bass boosts giving them unsettling vibrations at the base of their throat. The couple approached a small booth where the other three youngsters sat with their girlfriends, sharing some drinks and laughing over the music. They set their eyes on (y/n) who was a few metres away with Calum, the girls giving them friendly waves which they returned with a grin which faltered quickly upon noticing the blank expressions on the boys’ face, especially Ashton.

He made eye contact with them for a second before quickly blinking away, the eye roll not going unnoticed by (y/n) which took them back slightly, feeling a small lump form in their throat upon discovering that their suspicions may be true. Maybe I’m overthinking, they thought but the not-so-inconspicuous eye roll from Michael who saw the couple reaching the table, made the whole idea seem anything but farfetched. (y/n) stood at the edge of the table, while Calum leaned over to whisper something in Luke’s ear who nodded, giving him a thumbs up and fist bump. He did the same to the other two, before returning to (y/n)’s side and giving one last wave to the table, which they did, out of courtesy as well. Only Luke paid attention, even flashing a small smile.

The car ride was awfully quiet, not much being spoken between the two except in the beginning of their journey where Calum told (y/n) that they could choose the songs to play. They stared out the window at the settled down, LA city at 1 a.m. with some shops still having their display lights on, while some had them off. They liked the city streets at this time in comparison to the multiple traffic jams and hustle throughout the day and early nights. Most of the town were indoors or at the club, leaving the roads almost empty and calm. Wait For Me by KIngs of Leon played softly in the background, as Calum turned at the traffic lights right before turning to spare his partner a glance, worried at their lack of chatter.

“Are you alright, (y/n), you haven’t been talking much tonight,” he said, resuming his attention to the road, letting his hand fall softly on their thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. (y/n) blinked out of their daze at his contact, slowly turning to look at him while placing their hand on his wrist.

“Yeah, I’m fine Cal. Just a bit tired, that’s all,” He didn’t push it further, even though he knew that they weren’t being entirely truthful. He could read them like a book and he knew that (y/n) was only this quiet when they were upset because even when they were tired, they’d go off into pointless waffle that didn’t really make sense as much as it did in their head, which made Calum so curious to how their brain was wired in addition to finding it absolutely adorable.

(y/n) was quick to get into bed, having changed into one of Calum’s shirts that they always slept in and joggers. While he was in the bathroom, his phone pinged with a text and his phone lit up as (y/n) was scrolling through their own. They didn’t mean to but their eyes subconsciously glanced over to the strip of message that flashed on his lockscreen, covering the part of his background which was a photo - taken on their holiday to Venice - of them kissing on the Gondola as it floated under a bridge.

Mate, i hope this isnt rude

The first message read and it was from Ashton. Not long after, another message strip appeared under the other.

We think (y/n) is trying to control you bro

This hurt to read. At this point, every suspicion they had of not being liked by the rest of the band confirmed itself which broke their heart. These were his brothers. His soulmates. They were his forever before themself. What would he think of them, when his own brothers didn’t like them? Would he change his mind on how he felt about them? A tear slipped down their cheek but they quickly wiped it away, their throat tight from the lump that had formed in it. Their stomach churned and their skin burned as the phone slowly went black again. (y/n) didn’t say a word and continued scrolling through their instagram when Calum returned from the bathroom, a pair of grey joggers hanging low on his hips. He climbed into bed next to them, grabbing his own phone. They looked at him from the corner of his eyes, and saw him typing a reply to the text from Ashton, they looked away, trying to ignore it. It was difficult when his arm wrapped around their frame and he leaned down to their cheek pressing a kiss to it.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong and why you look like you’re going to cry?” his voice was deep but soft. It was their safety blanket. Hearing him was more than a reassurance that he was going to be there and be honest through all of their doubts. (y/n) sighed, locking their phone and placing it in their lap, leaning into Calum’s arm more causing him to nestle his chin in the crook of their neck and shoulder, his other hand rubbing down their arm comfortingly.

“Why don’t the other boys like me?” Calum’s heart sank at the intense amount of pain that they showed. “I want them to....they’re practically your family,” they added softly, their voice shaking, the tears forming again. Calum didn’t say anything at first, instead pulling them onto his lap, wrapping both his arms around their middle and pressing light kisses to the exposed skin at the top of their shoulder.

“They don’t dislike you, (y/n). They’re just a bit bothered by the fact that we always leave early whenever you come out to parties with us,” he spoke again almost immediately. “There’s nothing wrong with not liking clubs or any of that shit ok? I’m not one of those crazy party people either to be fair, and you have nothing to worry about anymore. I explained everything to them,” (y/n) looked at Calum as he finished his sentence, looking him smile back down at them. “If you like, we could invite them to lunch maybe? Somewhere that can help them have a proper conversation with you instead of just at the club all the time?” he offered and (y/n) smiled a little bit, trusting Calum.

“That sounds lovely, thank you Cal,” they shared a kiss before he hugged them tightly again, swaying them to the side slightly, making their mind feel at ease which (y/n) could not be more grateful for.

END

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joonclouds · 4 years

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Heat Packs | YoongixReader

You make a scrunchy face at the sandy-haired boy. “Not so bad? All I was, was concerned and he saw fit to make me feel as worthy as the dirt under your shoe.”

“I don’t wear shoes.”

When you raise an eyebrow pointedly at him, Taehyung holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, shoe police, calm down.”

Yoongi x Reader (and shoeless friend Taehyung)

Plot: Producer!Yoongi, fluff at the end, kind of enemies to lovers?? arguments to lovers? idk man Yoongi is bad at expressing feelings

Warnings: It gets a bit hot and heavy at the end but nothing else unless you want to consider cringey fluff as a warning lol

Wordcount: 7.3k

Note: Quarantine is still very inspiring. I am still very bad at naming my fics. producer!Yoongi is *chefs kiss* Hope ya’ll are well x *kisses*

It is a Tuesday evening in mid November that you decide you hate Min Yoongi. Hate was a strong word for you. Most of the time you hovered between a state of neutrality to mild displeasure, and sure, you’d been harbouring a (maybe not so subtle) crush on your reclusive boss, but you decide today that it was time to Burn That Ship cause you hate Min Yoongi.

You stand there, heart pounding. From embarrassment or from anger, you can’t really tell at this point - but heck, it wasn’t even your fault. Indignant, that’s what you felt. You had heard a loud bang and crash from his recording studio, and in a moment of panic and concern you’d rushed in to check if everything was okay.

Turns out he was moving his large bass speakers and didn’t need (or deserve, you think huffily) any of your help. Maybe you should have knocked first, but -

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Never heard of knocking?”

See, you were a Badass Bitch™. Which is why now your face is flushing an angry red, mouth open, ready with a snappy comeback. But Badass Bitch™ is also paranoid and doesn’t like confrontations, so she takes a baton and whacks the retort right out of your mouth. So you close your mouth again, stand there silently and look down. And if it could get worse, it does - a prickling at the back of your eyes starts to grow.

“And you’re just going to stand there?” The black-haired boy cocks a brow at you.

“I.. I heard a crash so I just came in to make sure everything was okay and-“

“What is this, your house? Is your name on the outside of the door?”

You wring your hands behind your back and pinch the fleshy part of your palm to ease the growing lump in your throat. No, you refuse to cry in front of him. After three months of working here you’d thought you’d finally wormed your way into the category of “acceptable humans to Min Yoongi”, but clearly you had not. In fact, as of now, you probably didn’t even exist on the Venn diagram.

“I.. No, but… I…”

“Does it. Say your damn name. On. My. Studio. Door.”

You stand there, speechless, mouth opening and closing, looking for something to say. A fat tear starts to pool in your left eye and threatens to spill, but by some miracle you manage to hold it in. Barely.

Yoongi lets out a sharp breath and makes his way across the room, yanking the door wide open.

“The rule here is no one comes into my studio. Get the fuck out.”

You are still crying as you sharpen the twentieth coloured pencil on the living room floor you share with a pixie of a girl called Chungha, who sits opposite you with her chin propped on folded knees.

“You should do this for a living, you know. Given how many times you’ve done this already.” She comments

“What, the crying?” You stutter out confusedly between a hiccup and a sniff.

“I meant the pencil sharpening.”

You blow your nose wetly into a tissue. “I can’t help it, okay? I cry. When people. Shout at me.” You choke out the last few sentences in between sobs.

All your admission does is bring forth another wave of tears.

“So who made you cry this time?”

“Min Yoongi. Min. Fucking. Yoongi.” With each syllable you turn the pencil with a newfound gusto, taking some sort of vicarious pleasure in watching the wood getting shaved off in neat strips.

Chungha’s eyes widen. “As in, owner of the studio, Min Yoongi. Your ridiculously elusive, black-clothes-only, don’t-come-into-my-office, hot in a weird way, Min Yoongi?”

You nod aggresively. “I hate him. So much.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You consider locking Chungha in the storeroom.

“Maybe he just had a bad day?” She offers.

“What did I do to deserve this? All I did was check on him in his studio!” In your angst you stop sharpening. You imagine the little plastic sharpener is Yoongi’s stupid head and you hurl it across the carpet.

“I’m sorry he shouted at you.” She pulls a Kleenex out of the box and dabs gently at your face. “Even if he told you not to go in, but you didn’t deserve that. He’s an idiot. Men are idiots.”

“I was just trying to be nice!” You protest, voice rising a good four octaves. “I heard a loud thud so I got worried and I rushed in without thinking, but turns out he was just moving his speakers and he just got so mad and saying all those mean things - “ you trail off slowly as hiccups and sobs leave you incoherent.

“You know how he is, grumpy old man. I’m sure he’ll apologise.” Chungha offers you another tissue. “And honestly my love, there’s no point crying now you’ve already forgiven him so…”

“I. Havent.”

“Tell me that when you next speak to him and aren’t a puddle of mush.”

You fling your snot-stained tissue at her.

—

The next week when your shift comes around, you still show up for work. Even though you are half an hour late from pacing up and down the street outside, considering if you should just not show up to spite him. It took three existential crises, five tears, and many muttered curses about the offending human being, but eventually you find yourself in the lift up to the recording office. You didn’t like to admit it, but you were the type who was quick to anger, but quick to cool.

Though cooling didn’t mean forgiveness. You were good at compartmentalisation and that was exactly what you were going to do.

The idea of not landing yourself in crippling school fee debt was wholly enticing, and to do that you needed this job as an admin at the recording offices. It paid well, and was easy enough. Keep the place clean, stock the pantry, manage the room bookings, make sure no one breaks equipment. Make ramen for customers. Don’t go into Min Yoongi’s studio. Even if he suffered a heart attack and might be dead. Easy.

You steel yourself with a breath and push open the swinging door with gusto, making a beeline for the reception with your head down and eyes trained on your shoes. Just get behind that tall white counter and you’d be safe -

“Oof.” - if you didn’t first collide with a broad, hoodie-clad chest.

Warm hands grip your shoulders to steady you. “Whoa, watch where you’re going, little pea.”

You smile as you step back to see a familiar face face that takes your breath away. “I didn’t know you were coming in today!”

Taehyung, or Tae, as you had come to know him, was one of the regulars at the studio. A music student with a voice deep and syrupy as honey, and a face just as sweet to match - he made hearts go ba-dump in chests. Even after six months of seeing him three times a week, and the knowledge that he was already (secretly) attached to his art school’s equally pretty-boy dance major, you as a normal human being were still not safe from Tae’s charms.

“Yeah, I had some free time - Jimin’s off putting in extra hours in the dance studio so I figured I’d come here.”

You’re glad for his presence as you go behind the reception and get ready for work.

Tae walks up on the other side of the counter and rests an elbow on it, chin propped in his palm. From behind his long bangs you can see he’s sporting a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. He looks at you expectantly and you’re confused for a moment but it all clicks into place.

You fall into the chair behind the reception and let your head loll back on the backrest, giving him the side-eye. “What is it, Tae?”

He grins mischeviously. “So Yoongi unleashed the kraken on you, huh.”

“If by kraken you mean Mr. Shouty Pants, then yes, the kraken.”

Tae lets out a barking laugh. “Let him off the hook, fisherman. He’s not so bad once you get to know him - he wasn’t always like this, you know.”

You guess is that if that stupid recluse had anything such as a friend, then Taehyung would probably be the closest thing to it. But then again your guess was as good as useless because it was near impossible to not like Tae - he was definintely overly-friendly, but not in a smothering way and boy, did it grow on you. Out of all the people who came and went in the studio, Taehyung and about four other people were the only ones you had ever seen Yoongi say more than three words to in a single sentence. Well, now you were included in that category too, but for very different reasons.

You make a scrunchy face at the sandy-haired boy. “Not so bad? All I was, was concerned and he saw fit to make me feel as worthy as the dirt under your shoe.”

“I don’t wear shoes.”

When you raise an eyebrow pointedly at him, Taehyung holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, shoe police, calm down.”

After a moment, he adds, “are you still angry?”

You sigh in resignation. “Honestly? Not really. I decided I need this job more than my dignity.”

Tae chuckles good-naturedly.

“Oh, by the way could I have the restroom key, Jungkook’s track got rejected again and the idiot’s gone and locked himself in there. Again.”

Bending to look under your table for the right set of keys, you cant help but feel the little worm of resentment wriggle in your heart. “If he were even half decent he’d apologise.” You grumble quietly.

“Looks like he already has.”

“What did you say?” You emerge from under the desk, a little red in the face, and hold the keys out to Tae.

“Thanks!” Tae grins widely at you as he takes the keys and makes in the direction of the hallway, calling out behind him, “Ramen at 9?”

“Choosing to have ramen with me over Jimin? I’m honoured.” You tease.

Turning back to your desk you notice a little convenience store heat pack with a yellow sticky note that says ‘it’s getting colder’ messily scribbled on it. Tae must have put it there while you were searching for the keys - a right shame he batted for the other team, the boy was so sweet.

“Thank you for the heat pack!”

“Not my doing!” Is his muffled reply from inside the corridors, but you just leave it at that.

—

Taehyung trains his eyes on the mop of black hair sitting in front of him at the audio console. He slowly swings in the spinny chair he’s kneeling backwards in, arms and chin on the high backrest.

After a couple minutes of silence Yoongi turns around.

“Tae I swear. I tolerate you, but if you continue staring at me while spinning in that chair for one more second I will enforce a shoes-on policy on this studio.”

The spinning continues, a playful gleam in the younger boy’s eyes. I call bluff. “When I’m gone, who else will you spill all your admin staff related problems to?”

Yoongi lets out a resigned sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Why he chose to let this shoeless, pajama-clad hooligan into his life he would never know.

“This is about ____, isn’t it?”

Taehyung nods. “What you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing.”

He stops spinning in the chair. “Hyung. You didn’t misplace her printing, spill coffee on her notes, make her give out flyers in the rain, put in her pay three days late, or even ask her to make ramen for Jungkook.” (The boy eats four packets in one go.) He lists them all out on his fingers, much to Yoongi’s further annoyance.

“Heck, maybe even collectively doing all of those things might have been better.” He wags an accusing finger in his face, but Yoongi chooses not to acknowledge it. Just like he’s trying not to acknowledge the huge clusterfuck that was this situation with you.

“You made _____ cry. The _____ who waters the stupid plant outside your door and replenishes the bottled water in your personal fridge after you run out because you’re too damn lazy to do it yourself. You’d both die of dehydration if not for her.”

“You both?”

“You and the plant outside, you fucking dumbass, since both of you have so much in common.”

Yoongi slumps deeper into his chair, twiddling with the rings on his fingers uncomfortably. He’s looking at his three computer screens filled with music arrangements but all he can see is your face, hurt and angry. There was a particular point where he saw a tear threaten to escape and he can’t remember feeling like more of an asshole. He’s frustrated that you make him frustrated with your stupid pretty face all crumpled up like that and the fact that he’d been the one to -

“So?” Taehyung asks expectantly.

Yoongi has a defeated look on his face. “I already apologised!”

Taehyung gives him a stare that was equal parts appalled and in disbelief. “With a two dollar heat pack you bought from the convenience store? Which you left on her desk, along with some random post-it and no name. She thinks it’s from me, by the way.”

“She should have been able to tell? ... From the handwriting?”

Taehyung just looks at him.

“I didn’t mean what I said, Tae.” He adds huffily after a short silence. You know why I get so prickly when people come into my studio without permission.”

“Hyung, but ____ doesn’t know that.” He reasons with a softer tone. “I know you like her. If you didn't you’d have fired her on the spot. She’s the best one yet, and pretty, too. I bet if you explained yourself she’d forgive you.”

He hates it, but Taehyung was right when it came to things like this. Your feelings had been hurt and insulted (unjustly so by him) and he didn’t know how to fix it, so he’d just avoided coming out of his room or being at the studio when you were working your shifts. Which had turned out to be an unexpected inconvenience because you were there, manning the reception and running the room bookings more often than he had thought.

“Knew she was trouble from the moment I hired her.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Stop it, old man. You’re just saying that because you like her.”

And indeed you were, all doe-eyed and warm smiles in a floral print dress catching him off guard the day you tentatively pushed the doors of the studio open, asking about the position opening for a receptionist.

Yoongi soon discovered, over the three months you’d been here so far, that you were also a college student struggling to pay her bills, and your shy disposition hid a sharp tongue and intelligent dry wit that had left him chuckling below his breath before he could stop himself. You were definitely trouble, and just his kind.

“After you apologise you should just ask her out already,” tae adds, “she’s totally got a thing going for you."

Yoongi scoffs. “Yes, _____ totally has a thing for me and my winning personality.” He puts his hand on his chin in mock contemplation. “Now I know why she ran off crying. She’s in love with me.”

“I said, after you apologise. Properly. She’ll forgive you.”

“Maybe I can just fire her. Then I don’t have to see her again.” He groans.

“Then I’d never forgive you.”

The words were sharp, but that was just Taehyung. There was somehow always a kindness to everything he did or said, even if it was an unpleasant thing; it had made Yoongi see the error of his ways more than once. The kid was more mature than anyone gave him credit for.

Tae pushes off the chair and claps an encouraging hand on the older boy’s shoulder before turning to leave the room.

“Just say sorry, Yoongi. It’s not that hard.”

—

The way Dongwon looks at you as he leans on the reception counter makes you uncomfortable. In the kind of way that you can feel his eyes on your face, your throat, your shoulders. It makes you want to take a shower. Not that you were wearing anything revealing. In fact, you are the antithesis of sexy right now in what Chungha liked to call The Nun Outfit - a white turtleneck knit and a plain black midi skirt that fell to your shins.

Nevertheless, you force a smile out, respecting that this was one of Yoongi's previous work partners. “I’m sorry, but Yoongi specifically told me not to allow any unscheduled reservations today.”

“Come on babe. I left shortly after you arrived, but you know who I am. I just gotta pick something up, and use studio B for a while.”

His usage of the affectionate term on you makes your skin prickle but you shake it off. “Maybe you could leave a message?”

Fumbling at your desk, you reach for a pen and a notepad, pointedly ignoring the way Dongwon is leaning in closer, not sparing you an inch of his scrutiny. “Here, you can use this -"

“Are you fucking him?”

You freeze. “What?"

Dongwon gives you a once over and runs his tongue on the inside of his cheek. You think you’re going to throw up.

“Are you two fucking? Is that why you’re listening to him like a good little - ”

Yoongi is nothing if not a possessive man. So when he catches the tail end of your conversation with Dongwon on his way out to get this third Americano of the day, and sees Dongwon looming over you like you're his next meal, he feels a sharp, intense anger pressing against his chest.

“The heck do you want?” Yoongi is seething as he enters the reception area, but he tames the flames quickly. His tone is deceptively level.

Dongwon looks away from you and a weird expression crosses his face, but it’s schooled quickly. “Yoongi, my man.” He greets emptily.

“I’m just visiting. Seeing how you’re doing.”

“Great.” is Yoongi's clipped reply as he sets his empty cup on the counter and tosses a couple of bills in front of you.

“Im sorry, sajangnim, I told him you said no unscheduled -”

“Iced americano, triple shot.” Yoongi cuts you off.

He looks at you pointedly, the first time he’s acknowledged you since he had shouted at you a week ago. Under normal circumstances you’d have snapped back about how ‘so we’re only speaking if you need me to be the coffee lady’ but today you just take the money and leave the office, glad to be out of there. You drag your feet, walking as slow as possible to the cafe downstairs and pray the barista takes longer, but there’s only so much time you can kill before you have to go back up. Coming to the end of the corridor you just hope they’re both gone by the time you get back so it saves you the confrontation but -

You stop just before they can see you through the glass door.

"You don't talk to my people that way."

"Your people?" You don't need to see Dongwon's face to know he's sporting a twisted mocking expression.

"What’s the matter, she’s free game if you guys aren’t sleeping together." His leering tone makes you blanch. "With a face like that? She's way out of your league, man, and even if you were fucking, it doesn't mean you can't share - “

Dongwon is cut off when you hear the loud, telling smack of a fist connecting with a face. It is all you can do to not drop the coffee in your hand, the other coming to cover your mouth to muffle a gasp.

“God, what the fuck is wrong with you, Yoongi? Who shoved a cactus up your ass?”

There is a brief scuffling noise, and the sound of some pushing and shoving, but quickly, it is quiet again.

“You know I could end your career in one phonecall, right?” You can barely hear Yoongi from where you are, but one thing’s for sure. You’ve never heard him like this before. Angry and menacing.

“I know what you’re here for. I’m not going to fall for it again. I kept quiet to protect the people in Namjoon’s company, but don’t you for one damn moment think I don’t know you’re the stealing bastard who took my demos and used them as your own.”

"And when Namjoon realises what your work is like - ha!" Yoongi snorts. "I was gonna watch you die a slow and public death but I guess that can be sped up."

Suddenly, things click into place with a shrill clarity. You don’t hear Dongwon say anything.

“You. Owe. Me. So you be a good little bitch and apologise to _____ when she comes back, and if you even so much as breathe on the corner of my block again, I’m going to fucking end you.”

“Yoongi you -“

If there was a good time for Badass Bitch™ to make an appearance it would probably be now. So you squeeze your eyes shut and with a deep breath, push open the office door.

“Coffee’s here!” You say a little too brightly, like you didn’t just walk in on an altercation.

Dongwon is trapped against the counter, collar gripped in Yoongi’s fist. He’s sporting a shiner on his cheekbone. Your lip trembles, but you manage to hold it in place. After a tense moment, Yoongi releases his grip with a disgusted exhale. Dongwon brushes himself off, turning away to straighten his shirt.

You place the coffee cup on the counter, turning to Yoongi and holding out a small fist. When he just looks at you, you grab his wrist and deposit some coins in his hand. You notice his knuckles are definitely pink.

“Your change.”

Yoongi ignores you, looking over your head at Dongwon. He opens his mouth like he’s about about to throw a nasty remark, but then closes it again with fire burning in his eyes and turns to leave.

“Oi. You forgot something. ” Yoongi’s tone is dangerous, warning.

Dongwon looks back, eyes still blazing, gaze shifting to you when Yoongi tilts his head in your direction.

He scoffs before pushing the door open, but then as he leaves he spits out begrudgingly, “Sorry, or whatever.”

You stand there in shocked silence for a good full minute before your senses come back to you. You turn to Yoongi again, grabbing his wrist to examine his hand.

“Yoongi, your hand -“ you start, but he’s already yanking it back from your grasp and muttering an angry “I’m fine”, before grabbing his coffee off the counter and heading back into his studio with a slam of his door.

If Yoongi’s day could have gotten any worse, it just did. There is a knocking on his door, for the third time in a row now and -

Knock knock knock.

He groans, yanking the door open. If he could get any more pissed off, he does, when he comes face to face with Taehyung.

“The fuck do you want, Tae, I swear if it’s nonsense again -"

"Stop taking your problems out on other people, hyung. Getting real tired of your shit here."

Yoongi groans internally. Tae was right. Again.

"Sorry. Its been a day. Dongwon was here earlier." He explains wearily, and the younger boy softens a little with understanding.

"S'okay. He's gone now?"

"Yeah, left him with a present too." Taehyung eyes Yoongi's hand that rested on the doorframe. He nods a few times, and then shoves a plastic bag into Yoongi’s hands.

“I have a present for you. It’s from ____.”

Your name stuns him for a moment. “Wait. Who?”

“____. She asked me to give it to you. I think she’s too afraid to give it to you herself.”

“What? Why?”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, just rolls his eyes before walking away. Yoongi shuts the door and slumps back in his chair, hand coming to massage his temples but he winces when he tries to make a fist. His knuckles are an angry, painful red. He definitely hit Dongwon harder than he’d intended.

Sighing, he empties the contents of the little bag onto the table and finds a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment, a roll of bandages, and a little pink post it note. It’s from you. You’ve doodled a smiling caricature of yourself with a tiny speech bubble that says ‘thank you!’.

He picks it up, running a finger over the smiley face and plasters in the top right hand corner.

Huddling deeper into your coat as you trudge miserably back down the street in the direction of the studio, you silently thank Tae for the heat packs he’s been leaving you - though he always denies it and you wonder why. Of course it’s just your luck that you left your house keys at the office on the coldest night of the month.

It’s not that Yoongi was avoiding you, you reason to yourself, as you walk, he was always like that. Aside from the first interview, you didn’t get a second glimpse of him till the third week into your new job. And even then you didnt really know what he actually looked like, because his face was always covered with a mask or a black cap pulled low. You heard more about your boss than how much you actually saw him.

Maybe he just felt embarrassed by the whole two situations? You reason to yourself. Frankly you were over the whole shouting fest. Maybe he just had an off day, so what? (Chungha was right, you were just a little miffed that he didn’t apologise to you, but you guessed he’d redeemed himself). As you round the corner you kick a stray pebble that bounces down the street -

Oh.

You remember the first time you had a Good Look at Yoongi. Not just glimpses of eyes under a cap pulled low, or a flash of his profile as he tugs his hood up over his head. Like, a real proper stare. It was about a month and a half in, when you were heading to water the plants outside his studio before you ended your shift, and caught him working late with the door open.

You had imagined him to have coarse, unrefined features, what with his reclusive, gruff personality. And so you were caught by surprise, when you're greeted with a delicate side profile, strong brows slightly furrowed in concentration as he experiments with different chords on the keyboard with long, elegant fingers. A plush lower lip is worried between a row of clean, straight teeth. It was an unconventional kind of handsomeness, a kind that made you want to look, and look again.

But it's like he knows you're there and looks up. Before you can apologise out of habit, he closes the door in your face, your gaze meeting his for a split second. His eyes are angled with an almost feline quality under long lashes, sharp and guarded. You didn’t know what they guarded, but you felt a curiosity take bud in your chest and it was in that moment you knew you were very much in trouble.

But it is not clear how much trouble you are in. And you thought you were clear of that trouble, given the happenings of the past weeks. But now you realise any chance of being clear of it is now shot to shit when you round the corner of the street and see him crouching at the curb outside the building near a small ball of fur.

He’s playing with a cat.

Softly, the three-coloured cat he’s watching purrs, abandoning the can of tuna in favour of rubbing itself against Yoongi’s shin. He pulls a hand out of his hoodie pocket and reaches down to scratch between its ears. A gentle, endearing smile finds its way onto his face. You feel your heart squeeze.

But like the last time, before you can make your presence known, he looks up. He knows. There’s an expression on his face like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been.

Yoongi quickly stands up and shoves his hand back into his hoodie pocket as you approach. It is at this point a small logical part of his mind registers that it would be a good time to apologise to you, but for the most part it is a mental re-enactment of a keyboard smash when you give him an unsure smile and a tiny wave. All swaddled in your coat and scarf, you were so cute, and holy shit you were walking over and he had no clue what he was going to say.

“So you’re the one spoiling him.” You murmur as the cat leaves Yoongi to pad over to you.

“Him?” He replies dumbly.

You nod to the meowing ball of fur curling around your ankles. “Him. I named him Jimin.”

“Jimin.” He repeats slowly. “A very human name?”

Yoongi watches you, as you watch the cat, a small smile gracing your face. “He reminds me of a friend of a friend. Small and cute. But has claws. And very clingy once he gets close to you.”

You look up to catch him staring, and he quickly redirects his attention to a streetlamp in the distance. “Yeah, I’ve been feeding him for a couple of weeks now. You’re definitely right about him being clingy.” Yoongi admits sheepishly as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.

Crouching to give Jimin a head scratch, you can sense Yoongi wants to say something. But you reckon he doesn’t know how. You think about giving him a hard time, but you don’t. You figure getting caught feeding a little cat is enough punishment for him.

“Don’t worry, sajangnim. I won’t tell anyone." You say with a little smile. "I’ll keep your image intact.”

Your smile makes his brain short circuit. "What?"

You let out a laugh because this was the most flustered you’d ever seen Yoongi, over a cat, no less! (you were wrong about this) And boy, was it amusing.

It's a light, happy noise and it's so pretty, Yoongi thinks. A pretty laugh for a pretty girl.

"Y'know, your whole brooding, all black, don't talk to me, mysterious guy image." You make a mask gesture over your face and then to him in mock disbelief.

"Playing with cats isn't very on brand of you, but I'll keep that information to myself."

Yoongi laughs then, and he dips his head to try and hide it, but from where you're crouching with Jimin you're treated to a glimpse of the cutest gummy smile that makes your heart turn into mush. You mentally note to prepare yourself for the next time he does that.

Putting your hands on your knees you push yourself back up and you both stand in companionable silence for a little while, watching the little cat go back to his bowl of tuna.

“I’m gonna -“

“Yeah so - “

The expression of mild surprise quickly turns into amusement on Yoongi’s face, and it makes you laugh softly into your palm like a shy fifteen year old. You quirk your head at him. Yoongi feels like it is really unfair for someone to be this cute.

“You first.”

Yoongi rubs the back of his neck with his hand and looks up at you from behind the hair falling in his eyes.

“I’m. Uh.” He stutters. “Realised I never apologised for that day.”

“It’s okay,” you smile reassuringly. “I’m over it.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I mean, granted you were a Top Notch Asshole, but I guess it was just a bad day for you.”

“I deserve that. Taehyung told me I should stop taking my anger out on others. Its true.”

“I accept your apology. Everyone has their own… thing.” You say stupidly after not being able to find better words.

“I just have issues sometimes. With... intellectual property.” He gestures vaguely in the air, trying to explain the best he can and you understand that he doesn’t really want to say more.

“I know.”

Yoongi’s brow knits in confusion for a moment before realisation dawns upon him.

“You heard us.”

You nod with a tight smile. “I didn’t mean to.”

Yoongi nods. “You’re not curious?”

“I am.” You consider this for a while, before adding: “but I don’t want to hear it if you don’t want to tell me.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, just continues staring at you. He likes that you are perceptive, and that you don’t feel like you’re automatically owed a lengthy explanation (even though he feels like you were). He likes your humour and the way you say things, and how every emotion is displayed so clearly on your face. He used to hate it because he thought it was a lack of tact, but honesty like yours is something he’s recently come to treasure a lot.

His staring makes your skin prickle all over and your cheeks flush, so you look for something to say.

“So all the receptionists who've worked for you become your punching bag, or was it just me?”

“Only the pretty ones.” He's sporting that cheeky gummy smile again.

He thought you were pretty?

It was so cliche, but it made you giggle. "Okay, casanova."

Your laugh dies down and you do this little shrug smile thing at him. In the muted yellow of the lamplight, and the snow starting to fall around you, Yoongi feels his heart stutter.

“Thanks, for the... stuff.” He pulls his other hand out of his hoodie to show you that it’s bandaged.

“Ah, you got them. I’m glad Tae got them to you. I didn’t know if you um.” You pause. “... wanted my company or not.” Yoongi blanches apologetically. “I’m working on it.”

After a moment of silence, you point up at the building. “I gotta get going. I left my house keys in the office. I came back to get them.”

“I think I’ll stay here a little longer.” He looks down at his furry friend working steadily at finishing whatever's in the bowl. “With Jimin.”

A sudden gust of cold, sharp wind cuts by, and you shove your hands deeper into your pockets kept warm by the heat pack Taehyung had given you. You see Yoongi shiver in his hoodie, and in the spur of the moment you fish out the heat pack in your pocket and hold it out to him.

“Take this, if you're gonna be out here. It’s getting colder these days.”

There is an odd expression on Yoongi’s face and he stares weirdly at you for a moment before you go into panic mode.

“Oh no, do you mind that I’ve been holding it before? Oh no I’m sorry. It’s okay, my hands are clean, I wash them often, twice actually with soap and water. I don’t like germs. If you want I also have hand sanitiser - “ you begin digging around hastily in your little sling bag, but freeze when Yoongi’s hands settles over your own.

They are big and warm, and the rough callouse on his palm brushes gently over your knuckles. You can’t help but imagine what they’d feel like on other places of your body. He accepts the heat pack from you, fingers lingering just a little too long - you’re sure of it, you hadn’t imagined that.

“Thank you, ____.” He offers you a half-smile and you can feel your heart flip flop like a fish in your chest.

All of a sudden, self-consciousness hits you in waves, and you school your features, clearing your throat. “I… I’d better get going, sajangnim.”

“Yoongi.”

“What?”

“Call me Yoongi.”

Yoongi finds himself biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling too wide as he watches you, all flustered as you stutter a mumbled agreement and goodbye, trudging off abruptly in the direction you came. Only to turn back around because you’d gone in the wrong direction instead of going to get your keys. Cute, he thinks to himself. Very cute.

—

The first time you say his name is two weeks later and you’re not used to calling him that, so he really has to drag it out of you. (Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but you best believe he won’t ever let you live it down that you couldn’t bring yourself to drop the honorifics.)

It’s after hours, and he’s leaning against the audio console in his studio, with you standing between his legs. A random demo track of his plays in the background - a simple piano melody, but you don't recognise it. Must be one of the new things he's been working on - there were a lot of them lately. One of them being working up the sexual tension between you two, which had reached a head today, given the position you were in. You were about to burst. Into tears, or flames you didn't know which but you sure as hell were about to find out.

You are eye to eye with Yoongi. An arm around your waist presses you against his chest with nowhere to run, the other hand gently cupping the side of your face. He is terribly close, so warm and smells of soap and the leather jacket he’s wearing.

“Say it properly.”

A little bubble of annoyance rises in your throat at the smug expression on his face. You’re rather cute when you’re frustrated.

“This is blackmail. It’s illegal, you know?” You say huffily. “It’s just a name, why do you have to make life so hard for me? I’m sure you’d know - “

You ramble on, and Yoongi watches you fondly - you weren't much of a talker, but put you in a spot and suddenly you couldn’t stop talking. He’s rather excited to discover more of this side of you. Even your coping mechanisms were cute, and he thinks to himself that he’s pretty much done for.

Yoongi places his index finger under your chin, tipping your head up to meet his gaze and runs the pad of his thumb slowly over your bottom lip. You shut up, and watch him as he watches his finger press into the soft flesh. The guy knew exactly what he was doing, and you were going to let him.

“Kiss me.”

Yoongi tilts his face even nearer, lips hovering dangerously close.

“Not good enough.” He whispers. His breath fans gently across your cheek; it smells like the mint gum he likes to chew on when he’s working on a particularly difficult track.

Yoongi feels your small hands tighten around the lapels of his jacket, and he’s met with a glare that is pleading and dare he say… petulant? He’s wanted to kiss you for a long time, and he’s thought about it a lot. More than is healthy for him, he thinks, but oh, does he want to tease you just a little bit longer.

“Not. Good. Enough.”

“Yoongi, kiss me.”

When Yoongi first kisses you, he does so chastely. He nips delicately at your lips. His own are soft, unhurried and teasing - a tender shadow of a kiss. You can tell he's relaxing, savoring the moment, and like a fog settling in, your world grows hazy with the smell, taste and touch of him.

"There's my girl." Yoongi whispers as he pulls away, his breath mixing with yours. Unintentionally you shift, moving forward for another kiss because he's kissing you but not really kissing you. And unsurprisingly, he stays where he is, just out of reach.

"Kiss me. Properly ", you repeat.

He moves his lips slowly to your jaw and lower; you can feel his laugh through his chest. You crane your neck and let out a breathy "oh god" when Yoongi takes his own sweet time to suck a deep pink bruise into the creamy expanse of skin there. He appraises, with satisfaction, the way his mark looks on you before soothing it with his warm lips and tongue.

"Come on princess," he murmurs against your skin in between licks. "Try again."

The term of endearment he uses on you is your undoing, and he makes a mental note with emphatic exclamation points to revisit this tidbit of information at a later date.

"Yoongi. Kiss me. Please."

And just like that he continues where you two left off, this time with no ounce of teasing or flirting. It's hot and shameless and wanton. Yoongi is no longer gentle. The hand around your waist drops to the curve of your ass, gripping hard and pulling you onto your tiptoes. He slips a thigh between your legs, your hips now flush against his - a delicious pressure you can't get enough of. The other hand palms your breast, rubbing a pebbling nipple through your clothes and the sudden friction makes you gasp. He takes the chance parting of your lips to lick into your mouth, swallowing your soft moans eagerly. You run one of your hands up to the nape of his neck. Carding your fingers through the hair there earns you a low groan, and a heavy, languid swipe of his tongue against yours.

You don’t know how long you spend memorising the taste of him, his hands claiming every possible inch of your skin, but eventually the kiss slows. Yoongi takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently as he pulls away. For a moment all you can hear is the the blood roaring in your ears.

As the both of you catch your breath, Yoongi is just watching you now. The hand that rests on your waist moves up your belly, up your chest. It comes to rest at the base of your throat, thumb one one side and four fingers on the other. Silently, you revel in its weight. The feeling of his rings on your skin makes you shiver a little. Unable to help himself, he squeezes ever so slightly. Like this, he can feel your hummingbird pulse under the pad of his thumb.

Your eyes flutter shut momentarily, but not before you see his eyes light with desire.

You look up at him, and he decides he likes you like this. He really, really likes you like this - soft, pliant, all pressed up against him with your moans and kiss-swollen lips, and for the love of god, begging.

It’s a bit pathetic how you’ve got him all wrapped around your little finger but he's had enough of teasing and he gets to kiss you now, so he doesn’t care. He smiles widely, closing the distance between his lips and yours again.

Six months down the road is the first time he lets you listen to that piano track when it’s finished. You don’t remember it at first, but he’s quick to jolt your memory with a very in depth and very realistic re-enactment.

When you finally get down to listening to it, he plays it off as cool and nonchalant, but you’re attuned to his little mannerisms by now, and the way he’s picking at the skin on his thumb told you this was important. He’s nervous to let you listen to it.

It’s beautiful - a soft piano backing track compliments his husky rap in an unexpected but flawless manner, and the way it builds into a crescendo fills you with raw emotion. Your eyes are wet by the time the last few notes play.

“Yoongi, it’s beautiful.”

He smiles at you, but continues picking at his thumb.

“You don’t think it’s too… different?” He frowns a little. “From my other stuff? Will people like it?”

You walk over to take his face between two of your small hands. You’re looking at him like he’s your entire world and his heart is going to burst. “ Don’t worry. It’s going to be amazing. It is amazing. You’re amazing.”

In that moment, Yoongi feels invincible. He presses a long, sweet kiss to your lips.

“Some day, I’m going to write a song about you.” he breathes when he pulls away. You beam quietly.

“Music is my first love but you - “ there is a pause as he takes a moment to run a finger across your cheek, so gentle, as if he might break you if he wasn’t careful enough.“ - you are my forever love.”

#joonclouds writes #yoongi #bts yoongi #yoongi fic #bts fic #suga fic #yoongi fluff #producer yoongi makes me feel things

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vyvesvi · 4 years

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song rankings january - april 2020

only for my bias groups - loona, ateez, gwsn, and h&d - who are the only ones to have a comeback this year :^)

also to note - loona’s mini has 6 tracks, gwsn’s has 4, ateez’s has 5, and h&d’s has 7, not including the intstrumental tracks.

bsides:

1.) gwsn - tweaks ~ heavy clouds but no rain

2.) loona - day & night

these songs are very close in my mind. there’s something almost remeniscent of future funk, which a kinda deep bass that i’ve been extremely fond of recently

3.) loona - oh

4.) gwsn - after the bloom (alone)

these two songs are also basically on the same tier, the only reason why oh is #3 is because yeah gaja 1 2 is so iconic. the rap in after the bloom has major potential to go viral too (it’s literally so so so good pls listen) if groos start the trend but i don’t see it happening yet, idk.

5.) h&d - empty handed

a chill bop. dohyon has a lot more lines in this one, which is nice (im a hangyul stan btw)

i also feel like the vibes suit hangyul’s voice more. he’s being pushed as a main vocalist when that’s not really his strength, but this song fits his range a bit better than their title tracks have.

6.) h&d - toward tomorrow

very similar to empty handed, just more vocally driven? it almost feels like they’re two versions of the same song. but whatever, i like it.

7.) ateez - horizon

8.) loona - ddd

the raps in these two are very different but i love them both sm TT. horizon is just art (hongjoong is deadass one of my favorite male rappers in kpop, like #1 or #2) almost but not quite on the level of after the bloom and ddd’s rap is just cute and catchy af, one of my favorite loona raps in general. horizon’s whole flow as a song is just really nice as well.

9.) ateez - precious

precious’ bgm is just weird af, kind of like h&d’s intro now that I think about it? but i like it, whatever. it’s kinda weird because it has the feeling of being a really artsy song kinda stuck in a pop mode? idk

i also like the feeling that they infuse this song with. like it’s very...idk if motivating is the right word? but this song evokes some sorta weird hopeful emotion that ateez often strays towards that i’m pretty fond of

10.) h&d - good night

she’s cute, not much to report tbh. dohyon also has more lines in this and this concept suits him more than soul, which is nice.

11.) h&d - unfamiliar*

i fully expected to hate this song and i kinda did when it came out but as i relisten i’m coming to appreciate it. it’s not something i’ll listen to a ton

12.) h&d - make me a different person

it’s pretty chill, a little more...i’m not sure what the word is. it’s definitely not trop house but the beat is certainly...bouncy. idk. i have to be in the mood to really enjoy that tbh.

the other weird thing is that the song- and almsot all of their songs now that i think about it- sound super melancholy in tone? but the beat is so bouncy, it’s confusing lol. and not in the kinda tongue in cheek sad lyrics happy beat kinda way, just...the melody or their voices are very...emotional? that’s maybe too much, but i’m having trouble describing it lol.

below here is the slow songs section and im a slow songs anti, sorry

13.) loona - number 1

she’s alright.

14.) gwsn - the aerialist (wonderboy)

the fact that this is their lead bside is like a kick in the jaw i’m personally offended

15.) ateez - star 1117

...not their best, by far.

*unfamiliar was technically a title track but it wasn’t the title for this album so i’m counting it as a bside lol

title tracks:

honestly i’m not a *huge* fan of the title tracks on any of these albums in comparison to others by the same group (for loona, ateez, and gwsn)

ateez - answer > loona - so what > gwsn - bazooka > h&d - soul

intros and outros:

h&d - intro = loona - # > ateez - outro: long journey

of all of these songs ateez’s outro: long journey and star 1117 are the only songs not to be added to my library (and therefore not downloaded). i haven’t figured out h&d yet (so none downloaded atm), but i have all of these songs downloaded except for the aforementioned ateez songs and gwsn’s the aerialist (wonderboy). off the top of my head i’ll probably download the whole h&d album (maybe except soul, idk).

choreo

tl;dr - idk my ranking but soul is last

ateez - answer

im deadass afraid to watch ateez’s choreo because anze (their choreographer) does such an amazing job (my favorites are wonderland and wave) but ateez/kq tend to change the tone or take away my favorite parts of the anze choreo so for my sanity i really can’t watch atz’s choreo. anyways im sure answer is great lmfao

gwsn - bazooka

bazooka is simple and wayyy less intricate than their other title track choreos but i for one appreciate a solid point dance when i see one. the bazooka move is simple, iconic, and very representative of the lyrics so i appreciate it a lot. i’ve missed the iconic and iconographic choreo that kpop used to be famous for

h&d - soul

my main gripe with h&d in general is that hangyul and dohyon are s u c h a weird duo. even though i liked their album wayyyyy way wayyyyy more than i expected i don’t think that they’re very marketable as a kpop duo. duos in general just aren’t great, profit really rolls in at around 5 members, unless you’re 1.) blackpink, or 2.) a subunit of a larger group, and h&d are neither.

another huge complaint (which is basically the same as the first): h&d had like, 60 backup dancers in the mv i swear. are you telling me that not a single one of them can carry a tune??? not a single one. out of 60. there were some cute ones that i noticed in the stage performance. you couldn’t even eke out a sub rapper mbk, seriously?

also it’s very clear that they’re pushing hangyul as a visual, main vocal, main dancer, which is fine ish except there aren’t really enough rap breaks in the song for dohyon to shine like, at all? and he’s kinda always behind hangyul and it’s really noticeable bc there’s only two of them (and their army of back up dancers).

icb i used to be a lowkey dohyon anti and mbk’s treatment has me doing all this. jesus

loona - so what

i’m gonna keep it all the way real. so what feels (and looks, to me) complicated for the sake of being complicated. the girls worked so hard to learn and perform this choreo but to what end? there’s no iconic point dance, and orbits and experienced dancers will find it impressive but it’s not really accessible to the gp?

butterfly hit that balance between complex and iconographic, but i’m not sure about iconic.

//btw, this is my metric for iconic: if you and a bunch of friends who like the same group were told to do a dance move or strike a pose based solely on the title of the song (obviously assuming that everyone has watched the livestages and is a fan, etc) would you all do the same thing? that’s the beauty of the point dance: if a song has a clear point dance, you probably will. whether this is a strength that every kpop song needs is debatable, but it’s definitely important to me, with few exceptions.

there’s probably more i could go into about mv and styling but i think i’ll stop here for now xx

#loona #ateez #gwsn #h&d #song rec #ranking

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54fangirl · 6 years

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Will You Love The Real Me?

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Yes! - Idk if your taking requests or not but i love your series im here now and i wanted to know if you’d take this? Could you do one where SP is dating a closted reader (bi or pan) and she’s like affriad to tell him or somthing. Thx

Summary: Sweet Pea and Y/N broke up because she was keeping secrets, but no one could figure out what they were. Well until Toni convinces Fangs to go with her to a club in Greendale.

Pairings: Sweet Pea x Female!Bisexual!Reader

Words: 2,387

Warnings: swearing, homophobia/biphobia, hints at being closeted, mentions of gay conversion, underage(?), angst (?), a French word (?) (It means Please)

A/N: First off, this is my first request! But like lowkey, it’s 3:30AM, I just got inspired out of the blue and wrote this. Fuck knows why. I hope this is what you were looking for my dude, this is what I got.

Edit: I’m rereading this and it’s so extra omfg, but like also not really based on Riverdale standards...

[Y/N] - Your name

[Y/L/N] - Your last name

[Y/N/N] - Your nickname

Disclaimers: I own nothing but the plot and the OC’s / Not my Gif, credits to the owner

“This is depressing,” Toni said as she assessed her friends pouting at her bar.

Fangs had just been dumped by some guy he didn’t want any of them to know about and Sweet Pea had just broken up with his girlfriend.

Neither Fangs nor Toni were really close with her, but they both knew Sweet Pea thought she was going to stick.

“Yeah well you still have miss ‘Bombshell’, so you have no room to talk Topaz,” Sweet Pea grumbled as he pushed off the bar and headed for the pool table.

“Do you even know what happened? I thought things were good between the two of them?” She whispered at Fangs.

“Not really, he said something about her keeping secrets but that could just be him being paranoid.”

Toni sighed, watching as her friend sat face down on the bar.

“Alright well I can’t do anything about him but you’re coming out with me and Cheryl this weekend.”

“And just why would I do that?” Fangs asked, rolling his head to the side.

“Because I know you have a fake and Cheryl happens to know of a fun club we can hit up in Greendale.”

“And why aren’t we bringing Pea?”

“Not really his scene...” She edged around the meaning, not wanting to say anything too loud.

Fangs got the real meaning though.

“Yeah, fine I guess.”

XXX

Fangs could feel the bass from inside the club pumping as they waited in line.

“You’re sure we won’t see anyone we know?” He asked, not wanting to see anyone from Riverdale.

Toni nodded her head as her girlfriend talked to the bouncer, “I swear. We’re clear on the other side of Greendale.”

They passed by the bouncer fairly easy, all of them looking the part and all being really attractive.

Fangs spent the first bit chilling against the wall, watching Toni dance with a few other people, Cheryl has disappeared to the bar. He sipped his drink as the lights flashed in his eyes and he felt the beat in his chest.

One girl caught his attention seeing as she was sandwiched between two other girls and was heavily grinding on them as she laughed and had an all-around good time.

He smiled, maybe this place could be fun.

Then he saw her face and his own went pale and he ran to pull Toni off the girl she was with.

“What?! I like this song!” She grumbled loudly over the music.

“You said we wouldn’t know anyone here!”

“We don’t!”

“Really?!” He pointed directly at the girl he was just looking at.

Toni’s eyes bug out.

“[Y/N]...”

They watched her move and grind, singing along with the song before she spotted them, her skin draining of all it’s color.

She pushed off the girls and hurried across the floor, fast, rushing out the door.

“Did Pea know?” Toni wonders.

“I don’t think so...”

XXX

[Y/N] sat in her car where it was parked in a random lot.

She wanted to cry.

She did cry.

This club was her only safe place. The only place she could be herself. The only place that Riverdale wasn’t.

She could never face any of them again. The two would tell Sweet Pea the first chance they got, she was sure.

Her parents would find out and ship her off again.

XXX

“What do you mean?! Bisexual?!”

“Mom, I-”

“Do not speak to your mother!” Her father had yelled. “I will not have this...this nonsense in my house.”

“What are you talking about-?”

“Shut up!” Her father slapped her across the face.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not my daughter.”

“Yes I am, I’m still me!” [Y/N] pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks

“No, you’re not. You’re somebody else. Somebody, I don’t recognize. You’re nothing but a worthless sinner.” Her father spoke at her with a look of disgust on his face, her mother staring at the floor.

“I can’t help it...” She cried quietly, fallen to the floor.

The two left the room and didn’t speak to her.

They didn’t say a word the next morning as she was taken forcefully by two large men.

They stayed silent as she was pricked with the needle and sedated.

They only nodded when a Sister told them she’d be in good hands and fix their daughter.

“She’ll be cured in no time, you caught it early.” She’d reassured them as [Y/N]’s mother cried.

“You do whatever you need, as long as that...thing doesn’t come back into my house.”

“Of course not, Mr. [Y/L/N].”

XXX

“I still don’t understand what happened,” Cheryl spoke and she got ready for bed.

“I told you, we saw someone we knew and Fangs just wasn’t feeling it. Not in the clubbing mood.”

“Well, who’d you see?” She pushed.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why can’t I know? I’m not going to tell anyone, I mean, not if you don’t want me to.”

Toni sighed and face planted into a pillow before coming up for air and sighing again, “Fine. But you can’t tell anyone, not even Sweet Pea.”

Cheryl raised her left hand and put her right one on her chest, above her heart, “I swear on Nana Rose’s life.”

Toni rolled her eyes a little, her girlfriend was a drama queen, to say the least.

“Sweet Pea’s ex. [Y/N] [Y/L/N].”

Cheryl didn’t say anything and had turned away so Toni couldn’t see her reaction.

“Huh. Wouldn’t have thought she swung that way. Although her being on the softball team through junior high and freshmen year might’ve been a clue.”

Toni snorted, “Yeah I guess.”

XXX

[Y/N] stood at her locker, hugging her books close to her.

“[Y/N]. Lovely to see you, a word s'il vous plaît,” Cheryl slid up next to her.

The girl gave a little nod and began to follow the redhead to the girl's bathroom, passing the trio of serpents and watching them watch her and Cheryl.

She connected eyes with Sweet Pea and remembered when things had started between the two.

XXX

She had been back for two weeks when she met him.

She’d found walking around distracted her from her troubling thoughts.

She’d somehow made it to the southside.

“I think you’re a little lost there, Princess.” He’d spoke, his voice deep and gravely.

Masculine, She thought.

They kept running into each other the next week before he asked her out for real. It was another two weeks before she told her parents.

“I’m dating someone,” they looked up, concerned. “A boy.”

Smiles spread across their faces.

“That’s great sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.” He mother spoke, but she could hear the undertone of what her mother was thinking ‘Thank god it’s not a girl. My little girl is normal again.’

“When do we get to meet him?” Her father asked, ruffling the newspaper in his hands.

[Y/N] rung her hands together, “I don’t know, he’s...from the southside...”

She prepared for the backlash but her father only laughed.

“I don’t care where he’s from as long as he makes you happy.” She heard the same undertone from her father as he emphasized the ‘proper pronouns’.

XXX

As the two girls entered the bathroom Cheryl glared at the other girls occupying the room.

“Go. Leave. Get out.”

The others ran out as fast as they could. As soon as she was sure they were alone, the ginger girl went off.

“Are you okay? Did anyone know you went last night? Did you see anyone you knew or who knew you?” Cheryl questioned.

The two’s times at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy had overlapped, [Y/N] having been there much longer than Cheryl. They had a strange bond, but it was a bond nonetheless.

“I saw Toni and Fangs,” [Y/N] spoke quietly, used to speaking softly when she felt like she was being berated.

“Hey, speak up. I gave you the name of that club for a reason. You stand tall and be proud,” Cheryl ordered.

“I don’t know...”

“Stand Tall. Be proud.”

[Y/N] stood up straight and looked a little less nervous.

“That’s my girl,” Cheryl praised. “Did he know?”

[Y/N] slouched a little and shook her head, talking about him made her sad.

She really did like him, she just couldn’t talk about what happened with him.

She got squirely around Toni, in fear of Cheryl having told her. She avoided questions. She avoided bringing him over to meet her parents. She dodged the pointed statements and left at any suggestive comments. It was too much for him. He’d assumed she just didn’t like his friends or being around the serpents as a whole and broke up with her because of that.

Oh if only he knew the truth, She thought

“Tell him.”

Cheryl’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“What?!” She hissed incredulously.

“He won’t think of you any different, he certainly won’t tell anyone, and he won’t be angry. Well, he might want to kill your parents, but that’s if I don’t get there first.”

“Cheryl...”

“Tell him, [Y/N]. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

“Cheryl he doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Make him listen.”

XXX

“Sweet Pea...” [Y/N] hesitated quietly in front of his desk. He looked up at her, but a movement from behind him caught her eye. Cheryl sat a few rows back, mouthing and motioning their little motto.

“Stand tall and be proud.”

“What, [Y/N]?”

“Can we talk?”

“I don’t really-”

Cheryl's words rung through her ears, “Make him listen.”

She stood straight up and interrupted him, “We need to talk.”

He sighed, “Alright fine.”

“After school,” She continued on with authority. He nodded.

As soon as they agreed to meet by his bike she wandered off behind him and slumped next to Cheryl.

“That was exhausting.”

“I, for one, am proud. I’ve never seen that from you.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that...”

“Oh hush, just live in the moment [Y/N/N].”

XXX

She walked out and found him standing against his bike.

Once he spotted her, he moved.

“Let’s get this over with.”

They drove down to Sweetwater River where the two sat next to the water. Staying quiet for a good five minutes.

“I thought you wanted to talk”

“I’m trying!” she exploded, feeling pressured as is.

It shocked Sweet Pea but he found he liked it. It felt like she was being real for the first time.

He wanted more of it.

“Well try a little harder otherwise I’m out of here.”

She could feel her nerves igniting.

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a jerk I’d be more inclined to talk.”

Yes, this is what he wanted. Real raw emotions. She never got mad at him before, he loved it.

“Oh yeah? So I was a jerk the entire time we were together? Because you never talked to me then.”

She was already on edge, not really wanting to do this, and he wasn’t helping. She was getting angrier and losing control.

“Yeah, actually! You know what, you were. I couldn’t trust you with shit! I wanted to! But no! You were always off talking with your buddies, going on and on about some bullshit you heard from someone about something so pointless and meaningless that literally, no one gave a single fuck about it, not even you!”

Just as she exploded, the sky did the same, drenching them both in a matter of minutes.

He was astounded. No words.

She had never been like this before and it felt like that was a completely different person now, like she wasn’t his ex, but a whole new person that he was certain he could fall for.

“Trust me with what? Bullshit gossip about your little River Vixen friends? Thanks but I’ll pass,” He could help but antagonize her.

She groaned, “Ugh! God, I can’t believe you! I’m trying to tell you something-!”

“Then just spit it out-!”

“I’m Bisexual!” She yelled, matching the sound of the thunder above them.

He was taken aback by her confession, his face free of any anger or taunting but full of shock.

She sighed and buried her face in her hands, going on to explain everything. How her parents reacted, how she was sent away, what happened with The Sister’s, how her time overlapped with Cheryl’s, why she avoided everyone, just everything, all of it leading up to the moment Toni and Fangs caught her at the club.

They were both soaked to the bone. Sweet Pea grabbed her and carefully drove them back to his trailer.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly after giving her a change of dry and warm clothes.

“I’m telling you now!” She was still angry, but he didn’t want that anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t trust you before. I didn’t trust anyone,” She muttered, looking down at the sleeve she was playing with.

“Why now?”

“Because...”

“Just because?”

She huffed, “Look, Cheryl convinced me. Told me you weren’t going to shun me or get mad or tell my parents or something...” She trailed off towards the end.

“And you thought I would’ve before?” He was only a little hurt. They hadn’t actually been together long, but to him, three months felt like a really long time.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t think my parents were going to ship me off to gay conversion camp against my will, but shit happens.”

He chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just never swore before today. I like it. It feels real.”

[Y/N] smiled, maybe they still had a shot, maybe she didn’t blow it just yet

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moonm0chi · 7 years

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Upstairs (m)

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Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: smut, fluff (?), dancer!college!Hoseok

Word count: 5.7k (I love a good build up)

Warnings: contains sex, sexual/explicit language

Summary: You finally get the courage to yell at the noisy neighbor upstairs and begin to realize that maybe you should’ve gone up sooner.

a/n: pls be kind first smutty thing I’ve written in A WHILE, idk if it’s any good I’ve literally re-read it like 15 times before posting. Enjoy! Hopefully more of my writing is on the way!!!

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yelled in exasperation. The floorboards above you creaked and thumped as your neighbor pounded on their floor.

It was currently 11:30 and you were trying so hard to get your presentation done for tomorrow’s class. You grabbed the broomstick that was becoming less for sweeping and more for hitting on your ceiling in shallow attempts at getting the ruckus to quiet down.

The thumping stopped and you let out a sigh of relief but it was short lived when the stomps and thumps started up again. And you were almost positive they were louder. The nerve of this kid. But you just groaned again and hoped it’d die down by the time you went to bed, not having enough courage to go and ask them to kindly shut the hell up.

But suddenly the clock read 3:30 and you could feel how bloodshot your eyes were and the incessant thumping didn’t sound like it was going to stop anytime soon. You sighed in defeat and re-dressed yourself before taking the elevator up to the next floor. It didn’t take you long to locate the door that was the reason behind your insomnia.

You knocked on the door furiously making sure it could be heard over the music in the apartment. It wasn’t long until the music died. You bit your lip anxiously and whipped your gaze from the floor to the open door.

A wave of heat immediately hit you, your gaze locked with the boy in front of you. He was wearing a low cut tank top and gym shorts, a towel wrapped around his neck. His auburn hair plastered to his face and beads of sweat rolled down his tanned skin. He had a shocked look on his face, clearly not expecting you.

You gaped at the sight in front of you, all thoughts fleeting for a moment before you are pulled from your stupor, “Hi..uhm can I help you?” He asks a wide grin replaced with his previously shocked one.

You clear your throat as you remembered the reason you’re there in the first place.

“Hi, I’m Y/N I live below you,” you smile sheepishly feeling slightly guilty for meeting on such awkward circumstances, “and I’m trying to go to bed…umm..do you think you c-could try and be quieter...” you look down shyly and waited for his response.

He lets out a laugh, “Yea, of course! Sorry sometimes I forget about the other people living here.” You watched his smile stretch and you’re blushing at how dazzling his whole face looks.

He sticks his hand out, “I’m Jung Hoseok, nice to meet you neighbor!”

You shook his hand, and noted how large and warm it felt in yours. You thanked him for his understanding and curse yourself for your late introduction. You’d have went up sooner if you’d known a ridiculously attractive and sweaty boy would’ve been greeting you at the door.

It looked like your broom was finally out of commission.

“Wait, Jung Hoseok lives about you?!?” Your friend exclaimed. You frowned in confusion not understanding the implications.

She scoffed, “He’s like… probably the best dancer in the department. Not that you’d know Ms. Business major.” she laughed at your pout.

“Well he certainly practices like he’s the best in the department.” You complained “Yesterday I had to go upstairs and tell him to basically shut up.”

“You’ll be the reason he fails his showcase.” Your friend said, playfully jabbing you with a fry which you happily stole from her.

“It was 3:30 in the morning!” You defended, “But, I’ll admit….he was so sweaty and it was…” you sighed trailing off into your memories of his glistening tanned skin.

She laughed while you reminisced.

But you ultimately shrugged off the whole ordeal. He was indeed incredibly attractive but as long as he practiced during normal, human hours, you’d have no reason to see him other than in your thoughts. And that would have to suffice.

But after having to practically beg him twice to quit practicing into the wee hours of the morning he finally proposed it’d be best if you guys just exchanged numbers.

You were thankful for the more convenient method of dealing with him, although slightly upset to have to stop making your frequent trips up to sneak glances at Hoseok’s sweaty body every time you scolded him.

“I swear I’ll set a reminder to stop at 12.” He had promised you. And any anger you’d felt toward him melted at the sincerity of his smile and the way his eyes begged you to believe his good intentions. This is how it always happened. You could always feel yourself soften at his brown eyes staring at you, his apologies would hang sweetly between the two of you. You never could find yourself staying angry at him once you’d returned to your room.

You came back from a party , that you were immediately regretting, to your apartment room well after 12. The effects of alcohol were ebbing from your system and all you wanted was to place your aching head on your pillow and drift off to sleep.

But that wouldn't be in the cards for you when you heard the incessant thumping and pounding on your ceiling. You groan and cover your head with your pillow praying it’d drown out the noise.

You text him begging for him to be quiet and it seems that the pounding only gets louder. You are furious at this point. So done with his shit. But your phone pinged and a gentle vibration resounded on your nightstand and then it’s completely quiet. You hadn’t bothered responding. A sigh of relief escapes and you felt your body settle into bed.

Then there was a knock at your front door.

You threw your blankets off your body and stormed towards the door. You’d been completely ready to curse Hoseok out, positive it was him on the other side of your door.

But the sight in front of you had you weak in the knees. Much sweatier than you’d ever seen him and his chest was heaving from probably sprinting down the steps. A flush washed over his face, guilt written all over it.

You bit your lip but quickly and tried to look upset. It seemed difficult keeping your eyes locked on his. You tried your best not to let your eyes travel, knowing the sheen on his collarbones or the veins running up his forearms would only make you forget what the hell you were supposed to be mad at him for to begin with and hastily accept his apologies.

“Hey” he smiled, his shallow breaths filling the silence between you.

You smiled, struggling to keep your eyes on his once he began to speak.

“I’m so sorry, my reminder went off but the music was s-

Keep your eyes up

“Seriously, anything, if you-

Keep your eyes up.

The longer he spoke the farther you found your eyes drifting. They trailed down his long neck, your mind filled with thoughts that yearned lick and bite a trail from his jugular down to his collarbones. They were glistening with sweat even under the shitty hallway lights and his low cut shirt showed off his hard upper chest.

You licked your dry lips and once you’d flickered your eyes back up to his you realized he had stopped talking.

“So really, if you ever want to just text me.”

You blinked at the empty meaning of the words, “What?” you ask completely dazed.

He chuckled and placed a hand on the back of his neck, “I said that if you want, I teach dance lessons on the side and I could give you some for free in exchange for putting up with my noisy ass.”

You blushed embarrassed at your actions and think you mumble something along the lines of “sure, I’ll text you” and that seemed to please him because he waved goodbye and you were shutting the door quickly. But all you’d been thinking about was the way his bicep flexed when he raised his arm.

Hoseok finally managed to be quiet whenever you asked for quite a while. But then dreaded finals rolled around and you’re ready to pull your hair out of your head. You were 10 pages deep in 1 of your 4 research papers and the thumping persists accompanied by a deep bass pumping in the background this time. Hoseok isn’t answering his phone and you’re way too close to a mental breakdown to sit around and wait for a response.

You stormed up to his room, skipping the elevator altogether. Your chest heaves with frustration and the stair sprint you just forced yourself to do. You’re knocking rapidly on the door and it isn’t until you’re eyes lock with his that you’re regretting just how fast you left your room.

The loose tank top and flimsy bralette you’re wearing do little in combatting the exposure you feel under Hoseok’s gaze and your shorts should’ve never left the confines of your apartment walls. You curse yourself for not changing. You averted your gaze, and tugged at the hem of your shorts begging for some coverage that you knew wasn’t going to come.

He leant on his door frame, a smirk playing on his gleaming face and his arms folded.

“Well, from the urgency of those knocks it doesn’t sound like you’re here for a dance lesson.”

He watched you expectantly, studying your face before sighing when you stayed silent.

You opened your mouth ready to protest when he grabbed your arms, dragging you into his apartment. “Hoseok, what are you- really can you just please be quiet. I have so much work to do before the end of finals.” You pleaded finally getting your voice back and trying to shake out of his grip.

He shook his head no, grip only becoming tighter and dragged you towards the speakers in his small living room. The couch and other furniture moved to make room for a makeshift dance floor.

“No, you are way too tense Y/N.” He laughed looking at your wide eyes, “No offense but you look cracked out right now and I think a dance lesson would really take your mind off things for a little.”

You pinched your lips together tightly and vehemently shake your head in protest. He ignored your protests and un-paused the music.

“You’re not leaving until you forget about your work.” He smiled and began to sway with the beat.

“I know I’ve been especially noisy lately but I have a reason.” He said, “I need to create choreography to this other students music. We’re doing a joint project for our final showcase.”

You watch as he switched songs, the heavy bass familiar, but much clearer than when you were in your apartment downstairs.

“Want to see?” He asked, his eyes shining with hope that you’ll say yes.

You nodded your head, not having the heart nor desire to reject his offer.

You watch his graceful and fluid movements totally transfixed on the way his body easily hits every beat like it’s been ingrained into his soul. It’s like no dancing you’ve ever seen before and now you can understand why he’s one of the top students in his program.

Hoseok noticed you watching him and that in your trance have started to gently bob to the beat. He slowly eased out of the routine and you blinked out of your trance, stopping your movement.

He knitted his brow together and came closer, “Why’d you stop?!”

“I didn’t know I was moving.” You admitted shyly.

“Okay, dance with me I’ll teach you.” He motioned for you to come closer to the center of the “dance floor” and showed you the “easier” moves from his routine.

You began to relax as laughter bounced between the two of you so easily (unlike the dance moves he tried to teach you). Eventually you’re both sweating, the heat trapped in the small space leaving the air hot and heavy.

But when a fast upbeat song comes on, you show Hoseok some of your “moves”- shaking your hips and twirling around. The song comes to an end and your skin is sticky with perspiration.

As the song switched, Hoseok grabbed your hips and a breathy chuckle sends a shiver down your spine when his hot breath fans over the nape of your neck.

“So maybe you don’t need dance lessons after all.”

Despite the compliment he began to move your hips, “So my next lesson will be on how to step up your moves to seduce any guy in the club.”

You laughed at his comments and play along, eager to keep away from your work a little while longer.

“Well I’m all ears.” You replied enthusiastically and placed your hands over his.

Another wave of warm air over ran over your neck. “Okay, so you start slow- you know gotta keep the guy guessing.”

You nod and began to swirl your hips slowly, brushing against Hoseok’s body every every so often, feeling the warmth that sent goosebumps over your flesh despite the heat.

His chest radiated heat and you could feel the fabric of your already short shorts riding up further the more you moved your hips. His grip tightened and brought you closer to his chest.

“So now you want to pick up the speed a little, make things more...sexy. And if you feel comfortable you can do this.”

He grabbed one of your hands and brought it back so you’re fingers are ghosting over the nape of his neck. You tightened your grip and gently tugged at the baby hairs.

He inhaled sharply, “Sorry.” You apologized sheepishly letting up on your grip but not removing your hand from where he had placed it.

“That’s fine, it feels nice.” He replied honestly and tightened his grip on your hips.

His warm chest pressed firmly to your back. His hands twitch against your waist and you close your eyes, the intimate contact had started to make warmth flow towards your stomach and lower. You’d let your head roll back against his shoulder and you bit back a moan when he grinded your hips especially hard into him.

He watched your face flush and he leaned in to whisper, “I’ve always wanted to try this next move.”

You hummed, putty in his hands at this point until your eyes flew open when you’re being bent over at a ninety degree angle. Your ass flush against his crotch. In any other situation such a move would’ve had you laughing or pulling away, but as the situation may have it, you couldn't help but moan. You turned your head and watched as your moan had been drowned out by Hoseok’s own throaty moan.

Your heart was beating so fast you’re sure it was going to come out your mouth any second. Sweat slid down your back and your hands flew out to the edge of an arm chair to keep you steady.

He had one hand on your upper back to keep you bent and the other tightly on your hip. All it took was one look at his blown out eyes and devilish smirk to tell he was enjoying this just as much as you were. The thought alone was enough to have you getting wet & rolling your hips into his.

Another deep moan left his lips as he throws his head back temporarily enjoying the friction. But after a few hip rolls, your legs begin to shake at the uncomfortable position.

“Fuck.” He growled and turned you around bringing your chest flush against his.

You could feel his hard dick against your lower stomach and bit your lip to stifle a groan at the sinful feeling. His face was inches from yours, both of you were breathing in each other's heavy exhales. His dark eyes looked at you and you’re slowly whispering, “I should probably go now...I have some-uh..some work t-to finish.”

You swallowed thickly as his eyes repetitively drift between your lips and eyes.

He expression is fierce, as he speaks, locking eyes with yours, “I can think of another way for you to forget about your work for a little if you want.” He tilted his head suggestively and poked his tongue out to run it over his lips .

You found yourself watching his tongue. You watch as he tried to control his breath, his jaw flexing waiting for your response. You trailed your fingertips up his arms, feeling the contours of his biceps and then slowly traced over his collarbones delicately.

All it took is one look at him before he’s cupping your jaw in his hands. Your lips met his in desperate passion. Hot and feverish, his tongue slipped into your mouth not even asking for permission- both of you knowing it wasn’t even be an option to deny.

You moaned and melted into his touch. Gripping his biceps to keep yourself from totally slumping into his chest. His hands traveled from your face to ass where he gives a rough squeeze.

“You must’ve known what you were doing to me with this outfit. Your whole ass basically on display.”

He gives another squeeze for emphasis and it makes you moan his name in a needy fashion.

You grind your core into him trying to get your throbbing clit some much needed friction. You bring him in for another kiss. His mouth so warm and every caress of his tongue making your core pulsate and clench.

You trailed kisses down his throat and nipped not so gently but soothingly would lap at the love bites soon after. You feel the moan vibrate from his throat and you lick a stripe from his jugular up to his jaw before you dropped your head to his collar bones. You’re sure he’ll have marks on them once you’re done with your assault.

Your head pushed into his chest and you squeezed your eyes shut as his hands dip into the waistband of your shorts. “Shit, you’re not wearing any panties?”

You feel him groan so sinfully you moan in response, his reactions alone were enough to have your knees practically buckling.

As his two fingers slipped into your folds, your hands made their way up his shirt. You felt his stomach muscles flex under your touch as you run your nails up and down his chest and stomach. Your fingers teased the area around his waistband, pulling at the soft material.

He grunted, “Stop teasing.”

You almost made a snarky retort when he sticks his two fingers into you, slowly pumping. You fisted the material of his shirt and moaned into his chest. “Ho-Hoseok, please move your fingers.”

Your whole body is tense and trying to get your thighs to shut to add some friction.

“Yea you don’t like teasing now do you.” He chuckled and you can’t take it anymore so you trailed your hand down his body and you hear his breath hitch once your hand falls below his waistband.

You looked up and were immediately met with his dark brown gaze. Wearing a smirk, his eyes totally blown with lust. He licked his lips. His head fell to the crook of your neck and began to leave open mouthed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulder eliciting a shudder and small moan from you.

“Y-you have no idea,” he grunts when you ran your thumb over his swollen tip, “how long I’ve wanted this to happen.” He lifted his head, eyes squeezed shut and his head kicked back. Your lips open in pleasure at seeing him so fucked out and latched your lips onto his throat again leaving wet kisses.

“Shit...ever since that day you knocked on my door. I-” He swallowed thickly and you felt his cock twitch in your hand, “I would occasionally...accidentally...on purpose get louder… hoping you’d come back up.”

You smiled at his confessions, “Have you thought about me while doing this?”

You flushed with pride and excitement when he nodded his head.

“I’d always imagine you storming in here while I’m jerking off-ugh..” His elaboration on his fantasy is cut short when you squeeze tighter around the base of his shaft.

You were squirming under his touch, gently grinding into his fingers that have moved to rub slowly against your clit. Both leaned into each other for support and breathing hot and heavy in the already stuffy apartment. You felt him shift and when you looked up at him with eyes wide, lips swollen and a lovely flush dusting your face he snapped,

“Fuck this, I need you right now.” You let go of his shaft and he pulls his hand from your shorts, a sigh of disappointment heard between the both of you.

He pulled you in for another kiss while he gently guided you to the couch. You’re being laid back against the cushions and you’re pulling at his hair, bucking your hips into his thigh that rested between your legs.

“Hoseok.” You whined desperately.

“Please don’t say my name like that, you have no idea how close I’ll be to coming if you keep moaning like that.”

The insufferable heat of passion and from the apartment pushed you to rip his shirt over his head. His body was slick with sweat and your hands easily glided over his warm skin.

You’re ready to beg at this point. He ran his hands under your shirt slowly lifting the material until your bralette is the only thing that covered your very hard nipples. His hand cupped one and you let out a sigh of content at the more intimate contact.

But that’s not enough and soon you’re bare chested and his eyes never left yours while he took one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Mmm-my god. Hos-” your words die at the back of your throat as you arched your back to feel more of his warm tongue on your burning skin. By this point your clit is aching and the sorry excuse of trying to grind against Hoseok’s thigh just wasn’t doing it.

You take it upon yourself to slip your hand into your shorts as you began to pleasure your sensitive clit when a tight grip on your wrist pulled your hand out of your damp shorts.

Your arm in being restrained above your head and Hoseok is smirking at you.

“Clearly someone’s in a rush.” He said with a devilish grin and a raised eyebrow. You suddenly felt a pang of guilt at his words.

“N-no I just…” But your sentence trails off too embarrassed to say that you’re about to cross over the fine line of lust and into absolute insanity- the need to cum and feel good the front most thought in your mind at the moment .

Hoseok wanted nothing more than to see you delirious with lust and so far gone with desire that you couldn’t help but speak whatever was on your mind.

“What?” He said pinching your erect nipples before lowering his head again to take one into his mouth.

You whine his name, his warm tongue lapping at your skin was enough to make you lose your train of thought.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what you’ve always imagined me doing.”

You pushed your modesty aside for your carnal desires and grabbed his hand from your chest and he watched with eager eyes. But he wasn’t expecting what you’d do next and his jaw was slack and a low groan escaped his lips as you placed two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Oh god that is so hot.” He palmed his hard length with his other hand slowly, careful to get too carried away by the scene laid out in front of him.

You made sure your tongue coated his fingers generously, never breaking eye contact through the whole gesture before pulling them out and guided down to your aching heat.

Too impatient to take your shorts off you slide them to the side and then his hand is hovering above your dripping core.

“Touch me.” you said resolutely but you can hear the sigh of desperation at the end of the sentence.

You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, a bead or two of sweat slid down the side of his face and he began to slide two fingers into you. That’s all it took for your head to dig farther into the couch and your back to arch off the cushions.

“Please, please go faster.” You pleaded and he obeyed, loving the way you looked at the mercy of his hand. The rest of your words crumbled to moans and heavy panting, your hips driving down on his fingers with his every thrust. You’re grabbing at his shoulders, bringing him closer to your body.

He swallowed your moans with kisses and his lips searched for all the weak spots on your neck. One in particular had your toes curling and a high pitched “please” spilling out of your mouth.

You’re so close, but it’s not enough.

“Hmm, tell me what exactly you want.” His skin stuck to yours, eyes ablaze and soaking in your wanton pants.

“Ho-Hoseok please..y-your mouth...” But your hand is already flying to your clit so desperate for release. He smirked an understanding glint in his eye and he slid down your body until his head was in between your thighs.

All it takes is his mouth around your clit and about 10 seconds of his tongue pressed roughly to it and you’re clenching tightly around his fingers, a loud hybrid of a groan and a scream resounded through the apartment. The sight of Hoseok between your spread legs- an image you’ve fantasized since you’d knocked on his door -was enough to make you cum immediately.

He replaced his finger with his tongue, delicately licking at your entrance until you’re pushing his back from the sensitivity.

“Well that didn’t take long.” He says wiping his mouth, “Have you ever thought about me like that- between your legs?”

His smirk was telling you he was trying to get you flustered and it worked.

You covered your face as it reddened but hesitantly nodded your head. When you peak out from behind your hands his face held traces of a faint smile at the corners of his lips and his irregular breathing was enough to tell you he loved the idea just as much as you had.

He keeps his eyes glued to yours as he finally removes your shorts and stands up briefly to remove his own. Your eyes trail to his hard dick- the tip pink and glistening with pre-cum and it had your mouth watering, animalistic desire coursing through your veins for him to ram into you.

“I need to be in you right now....I seriously almost came so hard thinking about you touching yourself to me in between your legs” He says voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it, eyeing you as he slowly pumped his hard length.

You get up from the couch slowly, still a little shaky from your orgasm not long ago.

“Hoseok.” You say, barely audible.

He looked at you curiously.

You swallowed and swore your face couldn’t get any more red. But if this was only going to happen once you wanted it to be done the way you’d always imagined.

“Will….willyoufuckmefrombehind?” You say

You look up from the carpet shyly and you can barely make out his reaction of a dropped jaw before his face became stern and he growled out his next commands to you.

“On the couch, face down, ass up...now.”

You scurried back to the couch and got into position, feeling exposed in this new position but so needy that you barely cared. And he’s suddenly behind you rolling on a condom.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” Hoseok says, running a hand from the small of your back over the curve of your bottom before he squeezed.

A groan of admiration is heard as he spreads your ass to get a better look at your arousal. You squeak at the unfamiliar feeling.

He sighs, adoration and awe laced into his words, “Your pussy is so pretty,” he says swiping the tip of his head between your folds, “and so fucking wet, god. And it’s all for me.”

You don’t even need turn around to know he’s wearing a smirk of pride on his sun kissed face.

You can feel more heat pooling just from his words of praise before you’re moaning and gently pushing up against the tip that’s running up and down your folds. There’s a sharp inhale of breath as Hoseok pushes in slowly, the generous amount of arousal from your core making it that much easier for him to slide inside of you.

You moan into the cushions at the pleasurable stretch of him inside you- just enough pain to feel good.

“Shit..Hoseok-” you moan again as you started to swivel your hips around him once you feel he’s pushed completely the hilt, “you feel so good.” You let out in a whine itching for movement.

All it takes is a small push back into his hips before he’s gripped your hips roughly, the pace fast enough to hear skin slapping against skin.

He grunts with every thrust and you clench around him after one especially rough thrust as he brushed right against your g-spot.

“God you’re so-so unbelievably tight.” He says

All you can do is moan and meet his hips with more fervor, feeling the warmth of your second orgasm quickly begin to pool in your abdomen. You bite your lip trying to stifle your moans and form a sentence.

“Ho..Hoseok...I’m...so...soclose.” You manage in between his thrusts.

He’s leaning over you, panting into your ear his words goading you on further to your release “Come for me, I want to feelyou come around my sick.” A moan that got stuck somewhere in the back of his throat drew from his lips, eliciting a higher pitched whine that had you rolling your eyes at the overload of stimulus.

You felt your toes curl in ecstasy, and you pushed your hips up further, burying your head into the couch cushion as your jaw fell slack. You open your mouth but no sound came out, any moans dying in your throat and only a breathy squeak, barely audible, fell from your lips as all your breath is lost to the orgasm that’s enveloping your whole body. You let out a loud moan once you were able to breath again.

You walls clenched around Hoseok whose motions weren’t as powerful or deliberate as before. His grunts and shallow breathing were enough to tell you he’s close.

“Shit, Y/n….I’m gonna- where-” He trailed off, slowing his pace to get direction from you.

You quickly pushed him off of you and scrambled to your knees on the cheap wood floors. Pushing your chest up, you looked at him and simply said “Here”

You watched him jerk off once, twice, before warm spurts of cum are falling all over your chest, a few powerful lines landing on your chin as well.

You gently suck at the dip of his dick to milk him of every drop before you feel him begin to go soft and let your lips detach from his head.

His face is pure bliss. He’s looking down at you totally fucked out, a lazy smile plastered on his face as he scanned the art he’d left on your chest and face. He watches as you swipe the cum that’s on your chin into your mouth. You smile as his features show incredulity at your actions.

He ran his fingers through his matted hair as you get off your knees and he’s shaking his head, still staring at you.

“God, where the hell have you been my whole life.”

You blush thankful his back is to you while he gets a paper towel from the connected kitchen. He comes back, smiling softly at you. He gently places a hand on the small of your back before swiping the damp paper towel across your chest to clean up the mess he’d left behind.

You internally swoon at his gentleness, looking up at him fondly.

“Thank you.” you say searching the apartment floor for your clothes. You quickly dress, the heat fading from the room and a chill ghosting over your damp skin.

You bit your lip, looking back at Hoseok who’d chose to just dress in a pair of basketball shorts. You study his lithe muscles as he stretches. But you quickly shake yourself out of your reverence for his smooth, post-glow skin.

You smile shyly and pointed towards the door, “I think I should go. You know….still have papers to write.”

He cleared his throat, opening and closing his mouth until his lips form a thin line. You turn, slightly disappointed- you’d hoped for a little more fluff after but quickly reprimanded yourself for expecting too much from something that was presumably a one time thing.

Your hand is on the knob when he’s grabbing at your wrist.

“Okay, so actually...uhm would you want to dinner me- er..what I mean is- would you like to go out...to dinner….with me.” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that’s not firmly gripping your arm.

You furrowed your brows,“No.” You responded curtly.

His downcast eyes shot up to yours, his look of disappointment as obvious as the blush that spreads across his face at the embarrassment of rejection. But a smirk played on your lips.

“Not until I finish my papers. So you need to be quiet.” You poked fun at him.

His laughter makes butterflies swarm your stomach. He pulled you into his chest and pecked your cheek before letting you go.

“I’ll try, but no promises.”

You huff at the vague response, “Guess that’s as good an answer as I’m going to get.”

You can’t help but smile though, more determined than ever to finish all your work. You get halfway down the hall before you heard the door creak open behind you and you turn around to see Hoseok leaning half out the doorway, smiling devilishly at you.

“You can always come up along the way if you need a study break!” He says

You can’t help but break into a bigger grin and giggle, only offering a small suggestive shrug before you stepped into the elevator. You roll your eyes at the eager text you receive only seconds later:

“Or I can come down, maybe you could give me some “tutoring lessons” ;P”

#BTS #BTS smut #BTS fanfic #j-hope smut #hoseok smut #hoseok fanfic #bangtan #BTS fluff #jung hoseok #jin #jungkook #jimin #suga #rap monster #v #taehyung #sweaty hoseok is a godsend #sky writes

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geniusorinsanity · 8 years

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our permanent address

for @nurseyweek, day 5: tomorrow

“tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us (if they do, we’ll move away still further: into now”

- e.e. cummings, all ignorance toboggans into know

(nsfw as heck under the cut)

Nursey knows he needs to tell Dex the truth.

Not because he feels obligated, exactly. His moms brought him up believing that his heart and mind were sacred spaces. “Tu refugio, ¿no?” his mama would murmur, on the days he’d come from school home frustrated and trembling with too many feelings, held in close all day. She would press a notebook into his hands and a kiss to his forehead, to his chest. “Haz algo que te ayude, quapito.”

He’d take the thoughts and feelings from his heart to the page, and if they never needed to touch his lips, so much the better. He shared things with his moms, sometimes; with his sister, more often. Most often, with no one at all. It’s easier that way. Keeps him out of trouble.

But this feels important.

He thinks that he’d want to know if his friend-with-benefits, sometimes-hatesex fuckbuddy had fallen stupid in love with him.

“Hey,” Dex says, his voice hot against Nursey’s skin. “Is your neck still sore from that Yale game?”

Nursey shivers himself back to the present. “Huh?” He flexes his hands at the waistband of Dex’s jeans, and Dex scrapes his teeth against the stubble on his jaw. “I--fuck. No, it’s not. Why?”

“No reason,” Dex says dryly. He curves a hand around Nursey’s chin, then uses his grip to turn Nursey’s head firmly, exposing the line of his neck and setting his mouth against it, all hot, wet lips and tongue on the spot that never fails to turn Nursey’s knees to liquid.

He goes a little weak-legged now. He closes his eyes. “Right,” he says. “No reason at all.”

Dex chuckles, low.

Nursey tightens his grip on Dex’s hips.

He’ll tell him, he promises himself, tomorrow.

…

He doesn’t tell him.

He closes Dex’s door with his foot and walks him backwards, feels Dex’s huff of laughter against his mouth. “Fuckin’ eager, Nurse?”

“IDK, Poindexter, were you playing footsie with my fucking dick at team dinner?” Nursey gets the first two buttons of Dex’s flannel open and tugs it aside, bites the last two words into Dex’s collarbone.

Dex snorts. “I guess I should be glad you let me wait long enough to put my fuckin’ shoe back on.”

“Should’ve made you fuckin’ leave it.” Nursey finishes the last of the buttons and pushes the shirt off Dex’s shoulders, then pushes him onto the bed. Dex lands with a rough exhale and a laugh, sitting up to reach for Nursey’s belt. Nursey pulls his shirt over his head, stepping out of his shoes as Dex gets his belt undone and shoves his jeans off his hips. “Would’ve served you right.”

He pushes Dex back onto the sheets, and gets gets another laugh as he kicks his jeans and underwear off and sits down. With practiced timing, he pulls Dex’s shoes and socks off, just as Dex pushes his pants and boxers into his hands.

This is how they work now. Seamless, perfect. It used to just be on the ice, this easy symmetry. He doesn’t even remember when it left the ice, started bleeding into everything else.

Dex tugs at him, a firm hand curved over the back of his neck, and Nursey goes--immediate, unquestioning, aching. “Now who’s eager,” he teases, draping himself over Dex’s chest, settling his hips between Dex’s legs.

“Fucking right,” Dex says roughly. “Think I would’ve fingered myself open in the shower after the game if I wasn’t?”

Nursey’s hand slips on Dex’s sheet, and he manages to catch himself on his forearm without elbowing Dex in the eye. “What the fuck,” he says. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Dex gives him an extremely unimpressed look and lifts one eyebrow, lip curling. Nursey narrows his eyes and runs a hand down between them, slips it lower. The slip in is slick and easy, he doesn’t even have to push, and Dex licks his lower lip, those honey-brown eyes bright. Nursey wants to kiss him till they darken to a whiskeyed gold, wants to drink in the color til he’s drunk on it. “Shit,” he says. “Fuck, c’mere.”

He climbs off Dex’s hips and nudges him til he sits up, then rolls onto his back, pulling Dex to straddle him. “Like this,” he says. “Just like this.”

“Yeah,” Dex agrees, the flush on his chest spreading lower. He fishes in his desk drawer for a condom, rolls it down over Nursey with parted lips and a firm hand. A last slick of lube and a flash of his grin and he’s sinking down onto Nursey’s cock with a low groan, head tipped back, the curve of his throat exposed.

He’s beautiful, and Nursey wants to stare at him forever.

Instead, he wraps an arm around Dex’s waist to hold him in place and sits up, dragging Dex’s hips against his and pulling Dex back into his lap. It shoves him deeper and gets him a guttural gasp from Dex, a scramble of nails against his back. “Fuck,” Dex hisses, and drops his forehead down into the crook of Derek’s neck and shoulder, already shaking, damp with sweat. “Nursey, fuck me, fuck.”

Fuck if Nursey doesn’t want to give him everything he wants.

He’ll tell him, he promises himself, adjusting the sprawl of his legs for better leverage, tomorrow.

…

He doesn’t tell him.

He lets Dex drag him upstairs at the next kegster, his grip branded heat around Nursey’s wrist. The music is so loud Nursey can feel it through the floor, heavy bass so deep it seems like the Haus is vibrating with it--or maybe that’s his own pulse throbbing in his veins.

Dex pushes him into the hall bathroom and locks the door behind them, turning them until he can shove Nursey up against it. Nursey exhales hard as his back hits the wood a little harder than Dex probably intended, but then, knowing Dex, it’s hard to tell. “Fuck,” he says. “A little warning?”

“Where’s the fun in that,” Dex says. He cups Nursey’s face and leans in, kissing him deep and wet and sloppy. Nursey wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer, kissing back. He tastes like tub juice and beer. Intoxicating. Nursey’s head spins, and not from the shots he’s taken tonight.

Dex’s teeth sink into his lip, then, hard enough that Nursey tastes copper, and he yelps, pulling away. “Ouch!” He runs his tongue over the salty place on the inside of his lip. Dex has a tendency to get rough, but not usually that rough. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Who was that guy,” Dex says. He’s already dropped down, pressing the words against Nursey’s neck.

Nursey tilts his head, gives Dex more room. “What guy?”

Dex huffs. “The one you were dancing with.”

“I don’t know.” Dex makes a sound that borders dangerously on a growl and drags his mouth lower along Nursey’s throat, all teeth. He’s going to leave marks. Nursey’s wearing a tank top tonight--he’s not getting out of here without getting chirped to shit. “Just a guy.” He slips his hands under Dex’s shirt. “You were doing your wallflower routine. I wanted to dance.”

“He had his hands all over you.”

There’s a possessive edge to Dex’s voice, and it sends a wicked thrill dancing along Nursey’s nerves. “And?”

Dex bites him again, hard enough that Nursey has to clamp his lips shut to keep from crying out, and yeah, that’s definitely going to leave a mark, like Dex is staking a claim. And that’s not--usual. It goes against the rules of this thing they have.

Not that there are rules, really, beyond keep it casual, beyond just friends, y’know?, beyond we should blow off some steam, when shit gets stressful. Beyond the rules that Nursey’s already broken. It makes him shudder anyway. “And?” he says again, pushing. “What? You saying I can’t dance now?”

“You can do whatever the fuck you want,” Dex says, and drops to his knees, makes quick work of Nursey’s belt. Just like that, Nursey’s hard, sucking in a quick, sharp breath. “But you'll do it when I’m done with you.”

“Fuck, Will.”

He hates saying his name--is always afraid he’ll give himself away. But Dex pulls his zipper down and pulls his boxer briefs aside, and Nursey only has half a second to suck in a breath before Dex sucks the head of his dick into his mouth. “Shit,” he says, and pushes his hands into Dex’s hair.

Dex makes a sound around him that might be a laugh, digs his hands into the flesh of Nursey’s hips so hard he knows he’ll have bruises tomorrow.

Something inside him thrills at the idea of that, of Dex’s fingertips etched into his skin, and he bites his lip again to keep from pleading. Dex had been a little sloppy at this when they started, but he's gotten so, so good, and God, Nursey never wants him to stop. He touches Dex’s cheekbone with shaking fingers, and Dex looks up at him through his eyelashes, drags his tongue along the underside of Nursey’s dick.

“Shit,” Nursey says again, shakily. Dex pulls off him, and sucks a mark into the sensitive skin of his hipbone. Nursey digs his fingers into Dex’s hair. “Jesus,” he groans. “You trying to make some kind of point?”

Dex laughs, a hot rush of air over his wet skin, and Nursey shudders, his dick twitching in Dex’s fist. “Got a problem with that?”

No, Nursey wants to say. No. Mark me up, let me feel your hands on me after you’re gone, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.

“Nah,” he says. Easy, lazy, casual. Tips up a corner of his mouth in a grin like it’s nothing. “Do what you want, babe.”

Dex smirks up at him. He strokes his hand over Nursey’s cock, sliding easy through spit and pre-cum, and then slides his mouth down again. Nursey groans.

He’ll tell him, he promises himself, leaning back against the door, tomorrow.

…

He doesn’t tell him.

He spreads Dex out on his back on his bed, all long, lanky limbs. His bare skin seems to glow against the dark blue of Nursey’s sheets, and Nursey traces his fingertips over his sides, follows the path of his fingers with his lips, watches Dex’s pale skin ripple into goosebumps.

“Nursey,” Dex says, a little breathless. “You’re fucking teasing.”

“Got somewhere to be?” Nursey sucks a patch of skin at the base of Dex’s pec into his mouth and bites.

Dex hisses. He digs his fingers into Nursey’s shoulder blade and starts to move them up, then stops at the nape of his neck. “Wanna put my hands in your hair,” he says roughly. “That cool?”

Something clenches in Nursey’s chest, a sweet sense of being heard that hums through him so deep it prickles into the corners of his eyes. “Yeah.”

Long fingers thread into the longer curls on the top of his head and then push at his head. Not enough to hurt his neck, but a firm down. Nursey gets the hint and snorts a laugh against Dex’s chest, dropping wet kisses down over Dex’s abs as he makes his way down to his dick. He licks the head once, just to clean off the precum that’s gathered there and to hear Dex’s soft moan, the stroke of his fingers against his scalp.

And then he dips lower, shoving one of Dex’s legs over his shoulder, then the other. Dex makes a startled sound.

“Nursey,” he says. The word comes out a little surprised, especially when Nursey licks a line down below his balls, his hands dipping between Dex’s cheeks to spread him open. “Nursey, I--fuck.”

Nursey slides his tongue over Dex’s hole and then lifts his head. “You don’t want it?”

Dex’s lips part, and he traces his tongue over the bottom one. Nursey wants to catch it in his, feel it get red and swollen between his teeth. “I’m not, uh,” Dex says, because they don’t do this often, and Dex always falls apart when they do, turns needy and desperate in all the ways he usually doesn’t, even when Nursey’s fucking him into the mattress. “Like, I didn’t plan for--”

Nursey bites him, high on his thigh, and Dex’s groan is music. “I don’t care,” he says, and he doesn’t, which thrills through him in a guilty, dirty sort of way, like he should care, like he’s being reckless. “You want it, or not?”

Dex lips his lips again. His throat works as he swallows. “I want it.”

That is music. Nursey closes his eyes, exhales a soft moan against Dex’s inner thigh. “Turn for me.” Dex rolls over onto his hands and knees and Nursey slides up, runs his hands over Dex’s hips, spreads Dex’s legs wider.

Just to hear Dex moan, he scrapes the stubble on his cheek over the sensitive skin at the back of his balls before he leans in to lick him open. Dex groans, long and loud, and Nursey feels the shudder that goes through his body, feels his stance change as he reaches for a pillow, pulls it closer and buries his face in it.

Nursey laughs, half-drunk off the tremors and clenches around his tongue, in the sour-sweet taste of him, and Dex groans again. Nursey hears the sound of his own name muffled in the pillow. He presses deeper.

Dex shoves the pillow away, reaches back to grab Nursey’s hair again. “Fuck,” he says, rough and desperate. “Fuck, Derek, babe, baby baby, please--”

Like I could ever make you beg, Nursey thinks. He closes his eyes, spreads Dex wider with his thumbs, uses his lips and tongue to trace I love you, I love you, I love you into Dex’s hole.

He’ll tell him, he promises himself, committing every one of Dex’s whimpering gasps to memory, tomorrow.

…

He doesn’t tell him.

He falls back onto Dex’s bed, Dex’s hand curled around the back of his head to keep him from hitting the headboard. “Gotcha,” Dex says, breathless, grinning. “You clumsy motherfucker.”

It’s teasing and fond, and Nursey laughs, a little tipsy. He slings his arms around Dex’s neck, his legs around his waist, tugs him down on top of him, Dex’s bare chest against his, warm and flushed. “Did it on purpose,” he lies, just to see Dex snort out a laugh, resettling his weight between Nursey’s legs. “Got you right where I want you.”

“Do you,” Dex says. Not a question, really. He grinds his hips down, and Nursey arches up with a pleased groan. Hamdullah, Dex has ditched the baggier jeans he wore at the beginning of the year, and the tighter cuts he wears now make the jut of his erection obvious and warm. Nursey rolls up against it, and gets a rough laugh against his jaw. “I think you’re full of shit.”

“Not full of anything,” Nursey says. And then, because he’s shameless, he says, “Could be, though,” and winks.

Dex’s laugh sounds almost startled, and he lifts his head from Nursey’s neck, his eyes dancing. “You are so fucking ridiculous.”

Nursey grins. “You love it,” he says. You love me, he doesn’t say, because Dex doesn’t. That’s not what this is. Casual. He tilts his hips up again, rocks the line of his cock against Dex’s. “C’mon.”

“Ridiculous,” Dex repeats, but he’s grinning. He leans down to seal his mouth over Nursey’s, and his hands slide down, unfastening Nursey’s jeans. “Up,” he says against Nursey’s mouth, and Nursey lifts his hips so that Dex can lean back and pull his jeans and underwear off. They’d both abandoned their shoes to the mess of Dex’s room when they’d stumbled in from the party.

His hands are hot on Nursey’s skin, and he closes his eyes, tilting his head back as Dex traces his fingers over his sides, then dips them along his inner thighs. He breathes, tries to just feel, to commit the sensation to memory. He wonders if he can write this into a poem. He doesn’t think a word for this exists in English, the way Dex makes him feel, and he racks his brain to wonder if it exists in any of the other languages he knows.

L’appel du vide, he thinks, a little wildly, suppressing the urge to shudder a laugh. This is what Dex does to him, makes him want to fling himself into the unknown, despite the terror of it.

The snap of Dex’s fingers in front of his face calls him back to his body, and he opens his eyes. “Mm?”

“Lube,” Dex says, his eyes amused, lips curved in a soft smile. “If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” Nursey says. He reaches back for Dex’s desk drawer, feels around for the bottle and hands it to him. He grabs a condom, too, and just keeps it in his hand, fingers it idly.

Dex snorts. “You never do,” he says. He flips the cap and slicks his fingers, dipping them down. Nursey bites his lip, but Dex is gentle as he strokes over him, circling his rim until he’s whining before he chuckles and pushes a finger into him.

From there it’s all hot, slick stretching, Dex’s fingers working him open with a teasing slowness while Nursey swears at him, one hand threaded through Dex’s hair, the other tight on his shoulder. Dex’s eyes are dark and focused, his smile wicked; Nursey’s heart is throbbing in his chest.

“Condom,” Dex says, fucking finally, pulling his fingers free, and Nursey sits up enough to roll it on for him. He shudders at the touch of Nursey’s hand on him, and touches Nursey’s cheek with his clean hand, the barest brush of his fingertips, feather-light, tender.

Nursey looks at him, and finds his eyes soft. “Lie back for me,” Dex says. He’s quiet, suddenly. Gentle. Nursey lays back down, and Dex follows him, bending over him to kiss him. Nursey sighs into the kiss. Feels the press of Dex’s cock against him, and tilts his hips up to meet him.

“God,” Dex murmurs, and presses in, a long, slow, easy slide. Nursey trembles through it, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm by the time Dex stops moving and just kisses him, deep and long, like he’s searching for something.

Nursey tucks his arms under Dex’s, curls his hands around his shoulders, rocks up, an unspoken please. Dex gets the hint, starts up a slow, steady pace. The angle is good, is so fucking good. Nursey shudders, breaks away from the kiss, and pushes his face into the crook of Dex’s shoulder to muffle his whimper.

“Yeah?” Dex says. His voice is breathless and tight. Nursey knows that voice. Loves that voice. Loves him.

Fuck. He needs to tell him. He needs to tell him.

“Please,” he says instead, and Dex makes a sound that’s half laugh, half groan, and moves harder.

He’ll tell him, he promises himself, coming with a shudder and a half-muffled cry, feeling Dex stiffen and arch, tomorrow.

…

“I’m gonna fail this fucking test,” Dex says.

Derek glances up from the essay he’s writing about gender fluidity as a recurring theme in Shakespeare’s comedies and frowns at him. “No, you’re not,” he says. “You’ve been studying your ass off.”

Dex shoves his laptop away from him with a sound of disgust. “Doesn’t matter if I study my ass off if I can’t remember shit from my notes,” he says, unhappily.

Nursey presses his lips together. “This is your history class?”

“My obligatory fucking humanities requirement, you mean?” Dex scowls. “Yeah.”

“Rewrite your notes by hand,” Nursey says. “They’ve done studies. You’ll remember them better. You’ve got three more days til your test, right?” Dex nods, looking uncertain. “So you have time. I’ll help, we can go over them together a couple times. Cover all those learning style bases, y’know?”

Surprise flickers over Dex’s features. “Seriously?”

Nursey shrugs, a little confused. “Yeah?”

“I...thanks, man.”

He still looks kind of surprised, and Nursey narrows his eyes. “Why would I not want to help you out with this?” He’s like, fifty percent sure that helping his bro study still falls under casual. That it’s still firmly in the friends category of their friends-with-benefits arrangement.

“No, I mean--yeah, of course.” Dex gives him a small grin, pushing a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I’m just--It’s stressing me out.” He rubs his eyes, then nods at Nursey’s computer, open on his lap where Nursey’s sitting up against Dex’s headboard. “How’s your thing going?”

Nursey looks at his screen. He has about two and a half pages of what needs to be a ten page paper. Not because he doesn’t like his subject, but because the words just aren’t coming. He’s had a tension headache thrumming around his temples for about half an hour. “Eh,” he says. “It’s like…”

He makes a vague gesture that he hopes encompasses blah, and Dex snorts. “Yeah.” He glances at his phone to check the time. “Shit, it got late.”

Nursey shoots a glance at the corner of his screen and winces. It’s after midnight, and they have a six-thirty practice in the morning. “Fuck,” he says. He looks out the window, and winces again. It’s raining. He super doesn’t want to go out there.

That’s how it works, though. He saves his document and closes his laptop. “You seen my shoes?”

Dex tilts his desk chair back. “By the door,” he says. There’s a note in his voice Nursey can’t place.

“Cool.” Nursey climbs off the bed, picking up his bag and putting his laptop and books into it. He starts to reach for one of his sneakers, but Dex clears his throat behind him.

“Hey. Uh--” Nursey turns to find Dex looking at him, his expression unreadable. “You could stay, y’know. If you want.”

Nursey blinks. They don’t do that. They’ve never done that. Something small and uncertain and fluttering twitches to life in Nursey’s belly, and he swallows. “What?”

Dex shrugs. “I mean--it’s raining, and it’s late, and we’ve gotta be up in like six hours anyway, so just--You might as well? If you wanted to?”

“I,” Nursey says, because he doesn’t know what’s being offered here, really, and part of his head is screaming leave leave leave, because this is crossing a line, or at least blurring one.

But. But.

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, alright, chill. Thanks, man.” He puts down his bag.

Dex gives him a lazy grin and rolls to his feet.

They walk down to the bathroom together, Dex carrying his toiletry caddy and Nursey tagging along. They wash their faces side-by-side like they do in the locker room. Dex brushes his teeth and Nursey steals some of his mouthwash. Nursey whistles all of happy birthday while Dex washes his hands after he pees, and Dex flicks soapy water at his face.

“Gonna lend me some jammies?” Nursey asks as they head back to Dex’s room.

Dex traces his eyes along Nursey’s body, and then grins. “No.”

Despite the faint headache still clinging to his temples and his lingering stress about his paper, Nursey hears his laugh ring through the hallway.

Door closed behind them, they strip down to boxers, and Dex flips the overhead lights, setting the alarm on his phone. “You want wall side or room side?” he asks.

Nursey shrugs. “Whatever you want,” he says. Which isn’t really true, he’ll probably be a little claustrophobic if he’s pinned between Dex and the wall, but--

“You’re so full of it,” Dex says, rolling his eyes. “I’ll take the wall, c’mon.” He climbs into bed and pulls Nursey after him by his wrist. “Get the lamp?”

Reaching behind him, Nursey feels around on Dex’s desk until he finds the switch of the lamp. He turns it off, and the room plunges into darkness. It’s a little weird to be fumbling around Dex’s desk for something other than lube or a condom.

“Good,” Dex mumbles. He shifts around. “Lift your head up.” Nursey does, and Dex slips his arm under his neck. “Alright.”

They’re almost nose-to-nose, pressed close in the small bed, both on their sides. The space between them is small. It strikes Nursey as strangely intimate, and he shivers. Dex runs the fingers of his free hand along the bare skin of Nursey’s arm. “You cold?”

“Nah,” Nursey murmurs.

“You sure?” There’s a teasing note in Dex’s voice. His hand slips lower, down to Nursey’s hip. “I could warm you up, if you are.”

Nursey laughs softly. “Fucking corny, Poindexter,” he says.

“That a yes?”

Nursey licks his bottom lip. It’s tempting, it is, but his head still hurts, and he’s tired and a little overwhelmed by what’s happening right now, the newness and blurriness of it. He shakes his head, then remembers it’s dark.

“Not tonight,” he says. “Got a headache, I’m just--I’m not really feeling it. Sorry.” And then, because he’s still a damn gentleman, “You want me to, though?”

He starts to slide a hand over the waistband of Dex’s boxers, but Dex catches his wrist. “Hey, no,” he says. Gently, voice tinged with concern. “Course not, not if you’re feeling shitty.”

Nursey hesitates. “It’s just a headache.”

“Dude, I’m not gonna die if we fall asleep without you giving me an orgasm,” Dex says. Exasperation, touched with amusement. “C’mere.” He uses his grip on Nursey’s wrist to tug him in, rolling onto his back as he goes. Nursey lets himself be pulled, lets Dex situate them until he’s half-sprawled across Dex’s chest, one of Dex’s hands stroking along his back, the fingertips of the other running along his temple.

Nursey closes his eyes. “’s nice,” he mumbles.

“Thought it might help your headache.”

Nursey hums softly in appreciation, and then lifts his face up to kiss him.

He doesn’t realize until Dex makes a sort of startled sound into his mouth that they’ve never really kissed outside of sex or a heavy makeout before. He almost pulls away, but then Dex curls a hand around the back of his neck to hold him in place, a soft, pleased noise lost between their lips.

They kiss for a few minutes, deep and lazy, and then Dex pulls gently away. “I know I said I wasn’t gonna die,” he says, his tone somewhere between deadpan and aroused, tinged with sleepiness around the edges. “But like. We don’t have to test that theory.”

It’s such a Dex thing to say that Nursey laughs. “Sorry.”

“I bet,” Dex says. He pulls Nursey’s head back down to his chest. “Go to sleep.”

“Yeah.” Nursey hesitates, listening to Dex’s heart beat against his ear. It’s in time with his own, even and steady.

“Dex,” he says quietly.

Dex yawns, his hand tracing lazy circles over Nursey’s back. “Yeah?”

Nursey takes a breath. Tries to find the right words. Tries.

“Nursey?”

He breathes out. “It’s nothing,” he says. He puts a hand over Dex’s heart, feels the warmth of his skin. “Never mind.”

There’s a pause. “Alright,” Dex says. He tightens his arm a little more around Nursey’s shoulders. “G’night.”

“Night.”

He closes his eyes.

He’ll tell him, he promises himself, listening to the sound of Dex’s soft, even breathing in the dark.

Tomorrow.

(also here on ao3)

#nurseydex #nursey week #otp: you'd totally sing to me #couldn't choose between angst and smut so i did BOTH wheeeeeee

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theworstbob · 7 years

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yellin’ at songs, 4.14.2007 + 4.15.2017

the songs that debuted on the billboard chart this week and ten years ago this week. today: buttrock confessions

4.14.2007

40) "Ticks," Brad Paisley

So I watched the whole entire CMAs instead of Game 7 of the World Series and don't regret a single choice I made (the game went into extras, you don’t really have to watch baseball until the ninth inning tbh), and it struck me how much of a dorky theatre kid Brad Paisley was. He's objectively a great guitarist, like hokey as this song is and as little I know about music I think that's a dope fucking guitar line, but gosh darn, he was trying so hard the whole time at those CMAS! And that puts a song like this in perspective, because, like I said, it's hokey as fuck, but if you can just understand that Brad Paisley's sense of humor is that of someone who understands that being funny is a way to be Liked and is trying his best to be Liked, it sort of comes together and you can brush it off.

75) "We Takin' Over," DJ Khaled ft./T.I., Akon, Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Lil' Wayne, Baby

FUCK DUDE LIL' WAYNE USED TO BE GOOD. Like OK I think we all know I wanted to come here and be like "look at the humble beginnings of the meme man! He wasn't such a meme in these days!" but then there was a Lil' Wayne verse where he wasn't fucking around with Auto-tune, he was just rapping, and he was such a good fucking rapper that I'm actually angrier at the two "verses" he had on those Nicki Minaj songs a couple weeks back. It's not even one of his more notable verses, I don't think, it was just a normal 10-year-old Wayne verse, but I'm still here like, what a treat, a Lil' Wanye feature I don't mind! How lucky we were in 2007!

78) "Little Wonders," Rob Thomas

it is good to remember things that are nice! the lyric video i watched for this song ended with this message from the editor: "Believe in yourself, follow your dreams, and never, EVER give up =)." i would have much rather someone had just repeated those words over and over for three and a half minutes than listened to this song. DANNY ELFMAN?! fuck are you doing here, danny elfman? are you lost?

79) "Hey There Delilah," Plain White T's

There is nothing I could say about this song that would be worth saying.

82) "I Tried," Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ft./Akon

a'ight, see, now i feel better about bumping pink and jordan pruitt from the top 20, because it won't be some buttrock heroes what bumps 'em, it'll be a legit impressive, heartfelt song. i'm kinda surprised i don't remember this! now i just gotta contend with the fact most of both top 20s are gonna be dudes. but like most of these songs are dudes. this week is all dudes. next week is a 7:2 dude-to-lady ratio. last week was 2:1. maybe less dudes? idk, recency bias is doin' work, but at least two weeks from now, we're gonna get some dope tunes.

87) "Get Buck," Young Buck

HOLY SHIT THIS FUCKING BEAT THE TUBA HAS NEVER HAD A BETTER DAY IN ITS LIFE. OK, this is the first 2007 track I think has been unjustifiably forgotten by time. “Say OK” hit me, but I think that was just a moment for me. This is objectively a classic, this fucking beat, man. Young Buck doesn't add a ton to the proceedings, but he doesn't ruin anything, his gruff, shouty flow is perfect for the beat, and I'll admit, I got a dark chuckle out of the "I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown" line. This was fuckin' rad, y'all, the best "new to me" song I've heard so far. Seriously this beat, how have we not found a better home for it, how did no one else latch onto it. A strong silver medalist in the "Southern rap songs with the word 'buck' in the title" category.

89) "A Woman's Love," Alan Jackson

Alan Jackson, last seen walking out on Beyonce's performance at the CMAs, is here singing a jaunty tune about how one time he fucked.

91) "Love Today," MIKA

i mean it's just a good song, man, i dunno. i'm allowed to just say when a song is solid and something i can jam to, right, when i don't think i have anything to justify? it's low-rent scissor sisters. I'LL TAKE THAT ANY DAY OF THE WEEK. solid week.

95) "Forever," Papa Roach

...oh goddamnit i love this song. No, you don't... Lemme explain. I need to explain, so lemme. So, I listened to a lot of the local buttrock station in my teens, because that's what the radio at the auto shop where I worked was always tuned to, was 93X. And, I dunno, there's a lot of bullshit I forgot and a lot of shit too horrible to purge from the mind, I've heard the acoustic version of Staind's "Outside" more times than any man ever should, but there were some songs where the Stockholm Syndrome hit, and you were like, "Well, maybe Chevelle isn't ALL bad." This was definitely the point where I was like, "Hey, this is the one decent Papa Roach song!" I was legit angry when I realized this was that song, I forgot I ever loved a Papa Roach song, I was 10000% sure this was a cover because there was no way I was going to go anywhere but IN on this song, but no, this is a song I shouted in the shower at least five times. I'm so disappointed in myself right now, but... But, yeah, this is, I can’t quite place where they cribbed the verses from but they cribbed well, the chorus is shouty and fake-deep like all the great buttrock songs, and I love that ending, the “one last kiss” thing over that bass line, without reservation. We have to be true to who we were, and who we are is never fully removed from who we were. I hate this. I hate having to admit this. THE ONE PAPA ROACH SONG I FUCK WITH, AND IT HAS TO BE PART OF THIS PROJECT. I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT A KENDRICK LAMAR SONG SOON, AND HERE I AM, FUCKING WITH A PAPA ROACH SONG, THROWING MY CRITICAL AUTHORITY OUT WITH THE BATHWATER.

97) "Breath," Breaking Benjamin

I have less reservations about loving a Breaking Benjamin song, though, because Breaking Benjamin wasn't fake-deep like Papa Roach. ("My feelings for you are forever." God, that's stupid. I love a very stupid thing.) No, Breaking Benjamin was legit dark, they were a buttrock band I knew was OK because my friend who ended up going to a semi-prestigious art high school of some renown was into them. Is it the same song as "The Diary of Jane?" Yeah, kinda, there's more than a little resemblance, "THE DIARY OF JANE" IS A LEGIT GREAT SONG AND BITING THAT SONG IS A SMART MOVE.

At least Papa Roach couldn’t crack the Top 20. 2007: gaining strength! 20) "Get it Shawty," by Lloyd (3.31.2007) 19) "Break 'Em Off," by Paul Wall ft./Lil' KeKe (3.10.2007) 18) "My Oh My," by The Wreckers (1.27.2007) 17) "Mr. Jones," by Mike Jones (1.27.2007) 16) "Settlin'," by Sugarland (2.17.2007) 15) "I Tried," by Bone Thugs 'n Harmony (4.21.2007) 14) "Movin' On," by Elliott Yamin (3.17.2007) 13) "U + Ur Hand," by P!nk (1.13.2007) 12) "Doe Boy Fresh," by Three 6 Mafia ft./Chamillionaire (1.20.2007) 11) "Breath," by Breaking Benjamin (4.21.2007) 10) "Beautiful Liar," by Beyonce & Shakira (3.31.2007) 9) "Cupid's Chokehold," by Gym Class Heroes ft./Patrick Stump (1.13.2007) 8) "The River," by Good Charlotte ft./M. Shadows & Synyster Gates (2.10.2007) 7) "Say OK," by Vanessa Hudgens (2.17.2007) 6) "Alyssa Lies," by Jason Michael Carroll (1.13.2007) 5) "Get Buck," by Young Buck (4.21.2007) 4) "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going," by Jennifer Hudson (1.13.2007) 3) "Candyman," by Christina Aguilera (1.13.2007) 2) "Because of You," by Ne-Yo (3.17.2007) 1) "Dashboard," by Modest Mouse (2.17.2007)

4.15.2017

22) "The Heart Part 4," by Kendrick Lamar

I mean, with the way I do this thing, everything that's been said about this song has been said, and I'm hella late to the party, trying to get another round of Pin the Tail on the Donkey started. "You didn't have fun without me, I'm about to have fun WITH you!" No Bob! we already played that game Bob!. "BLINDFOLD ME!" I think it's vitally important that Kendrick Lamar remind everyone that he's the best MC alive right now, because he is, and gosh, he just fucking raps for four minutes. Barely a hook, just Kendrick Lamar verses and flows for a solid four minutes, and I'm really curious how many rappers could sustain a song for four (mostly) uninterrupted minutes just on their own. Minimalist production, it's just your voice and your words. I'd put Danny Brown in that category, but it'd be a bleak-ass four minutes. I want to put Killer Mike in that category, but I have to think there's a reason he works best in a duo. I'd want to listen to what four minutes of undiulted Young Thug would sound like?, but more out of curiosity than belief in his ability. And I mean Kendrick's the only one in the popular consciousness who could do it, no fuckin’ question, there's no one in the mainstream rap world anywhere NEAR his level. (Kendrick Lamar is barely mainstream, of course, and that fact is a source of much consternation on this song, like there's no way the entire Kendrick album breaks the Hot 100 like the entire Drake album did, but he was in a Tay Tay song the one time and that's enough.) Just listening to Kendrick Lamar rap is one of the most thrilling songs I've heard for YAS 2017. Honestly, I'm ranking it too low in the Top 20, but only because I have to think better things are on their way and am wary of that recency bias wave.

49) "XO Tour Lif3," by Lil Uzi Vert

Congratulations on being the modern rap song which followed "The Heart Part 4!" You were always going to suffer in comparison, and while I regret that it happened to you, I hope you understand it had to happen to someone. I mean, this is a three-minute song, and at some point I got bored enough that I forgot I was supposed to be paying attention to come up with an observation and/or a joke and did other things. Not even shit I needed to take care of, I checked Facebook and thought about getting a glass of milk until he started saying all his friends are dead, like what?, oh okay I guess that's how this song ends then, OH FUCK well prolly not worth dipping back in if I got that distracted.

61) "Speak to a Girl," by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

So over the last four weeks, only three women have had tracks debut on the Hot 100. That's pretty cool. One of the three dudes who wrote this song, about what a girl REALLY wants from a man, was also a co-writer on Jason Derulo's "Wiggle," which is, I mean, I'm going off Wikipedia, I'm hopeful this is too awful to be true, but if it isn't, how does that dude sleep at night? What does that dude believe in? Who is his god, just, to what moral authority is our man Joe London holding himself accountable? Do Not Trust Joe London. Another of the songwriters worked with a band called Confederate Railroad. Country music is the coolest. I'm so proud to like this genre.

66) "Still Got Time," by ZAYN ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR

First of all, we need to take a minute to discuss the sheer disrespect for the concept of caps lock expressed by ZAYN and PARTYNEXTDOOR. This is a mumblecore pop song, and I must insist these dudes cease using all capital letters until they prove they're capable of expressing excitement. Other than that gripe, though, I dunno, I didn't have a bad time! I enjoyed it about as much as I did "Running Back" a few weeks ago, it didn't light this Tuesday evening on fire, but it was a chill groove, and I appreciated the B+ to which all involved contributed. Also, new favorite Wikipedia line: "Shane Lindstrom, professionally known as Murda Beatz." One, professionally known. Two, imagine ever asking someone to call you Murda. Gosh, what a stupid fucking stage name. (Stage name? Backstage name? Why do you need an alias bro you're a fucking producer, you don't get to have a fake name, the fuck makes you think you can have a fake name. Even Swizz Beatz rapped sometimes, what is your goddamned problem Murda Beatz.)

2017′s Top 20! I lowered “Run Up” again. I miss it dearly but I can’t pretend I liked it more than “Green Light.” 20) "Swalla," by Jason Derulo ft./Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign (4.8) 19) "Light," by Big Sean ft./Jeremih (2.25) 18) "Everyday," by Ariana Grande ft./Future (3.4) 17) "Draco," by Future (3.11) 16) "Guys My Age," by Hey Violet (2.11) 15) "Good Drank," by 2 Chainz ft./Gucci Mane & Quavo (2.11) 14) "Yeah Boy," Kelsea Ballerini (3.4) 13) "Selfish," by Future ft./Rihanna (3.18) 12) "Slide," by Calvin Harris ft./Frank Ocean & Migos (3.18) 11) "It Ain't Me," by Kygo x Selena Gomez (3.4) 10) "Now & Later," by Sage the Gemini (2.25) 9) "Shape of You," by Ed Sheeran (1.28) 8) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars (3.4) 7) "The Heart Part 4," by Kendrick Lamar (4.15) 6) "Chanel," by Frank Ocean ft./A$AP Rocky (4.1) 5) "Run Up," by Major Lazer ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nicki Minaj (2.18) 4) "Green Light," by Lorde (3.18) 3) "Despacito," by Luis Fonsi ft./Daddy Yankee (2.4) 2) "Issues," by Julia Michaels (2.11) 1) "iSpy," by KYLE ft./Lil Yachty (1.14) how the fuck did “swalla” make it two weeks Also, I know there was a new Iggy Azalea song, and I’m just gonna say, if having to listen to 21 Drake songs was the price I paid to not have to hear 1 Iggy Azalea song, I will have been glad to have paid the toll. That is a reasonable trade, one I would never say no to. Boy I hope it doesn’t debut next week! Also: “iSpy” in the for-real top five! That’s so dope! I’m happy for that song!

Who won the week?

2007 had the stronger showing this week, and let’s be real, I think it’s out-paced 2017 at this point. 2007′s at the point where “Get It Shawty” is hanging on by a thread while “Grace Kelly” and “Outside Looking In” are outside looking in. 2017 needs to step its game up. We’re two weeks from “Umbrella.” Is that so much to ask, is for just one instant classic era-defining monster jam that shatters the world? Come on, 2017! 2007: 2 2017: 1

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