#this is not at all a good posting time for me but im restless rip

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Tumblr Sexyman Day 8! I had no idea what to do for this so I Once-ler'd the Corinthian (the song chorus is shockingly fitting rip)

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only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au | part 44

series: only fools fall for you

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au (with few written parts)

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff

word count: 13.7K (comeback soon!!! so here's my gift)

warnings: cursing, angst, sexual frustration, making out, dirty talk, grinding, unprotected sex, lots of cockwarming !!, hyunjin in sweatpants, hyunjin in the outfit from his psycho cover (rip)

a/n: ahh! here it is, im so excited to put this out and i really hope you all love it, pleae put on the playlist in my masterlist and get comfy! special thanks to @ortali for making these beautiful gifs for this chapter and upon my request! <3

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Hyunjin was late to the party. Maybe it had been a bad idea waiting for Seungmin to finish up his work, because Seungmin was a perfectionist. He did everything to the T, and never lacked in any bit, which meant he wouldn’t get out of the house until he finished everything.

He was supposed to go to the party with Felix, and Minho, who had left already, but he knew that if they left Seungmin at the apartment alone, he’d never show up. Minho wanted to see Yeji, and Felix was dying to hear the new tracks, apparently 3Racha was his favorite new music group, ever since he’d heard about it a few weeks ago.

So that’s how Hyunjin found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, hands resting on the top of his knees, patiently waiting for Seungmin to be done. He was typing away on his laptop, aware of the blonde boy behind him, trying to finish as soon as possible.

“You know, you didn’t have to stay” Seungmin spoke up.

“Am I distracting you?” Hyunjin asked “Because if so, I can go wait in the hall till you’re done”

Seungmin laughed, turning to look at him “I’m used to you being here, Hyunjin”

“I know, but…I know how important this paper is for you, you’ve been working on it the past month and I don’t wanna be a dick just because we have to go to a party” Hyunjin sighed.

“Well, it’s not just a party” Seungmin said.

“It’s not?”

“Y/N is gonna be there”

“Right” Hyunjin replied, fiddling with his hair tie.

“You mean would I go to Han Jisung’s music launch party if Y/N hadn’t invited me?”

“You mean would I go to Han Jisung’s music launch party if Y/N hadn’t invited me?”

“Yes”

“Han Jisung hates me, so maybe not” Hyunjin laughed.

“Why do you think that?”

“You know why”

“Not everybody hates you, Hyunjin” Seungmin let out a laugh.

“Hmm” He hummed, looking down at the hair tie between his hands. His phone buzzed and he picked it up, watching the latest picture that Y/N just posted.

“han jisung deserves the world” the caption read, and it would have warmed his heart to see it any day if it wasn’t for the picture she had attached.

It was her, at the party, sat on a seat, looking absolutely out of this world. She had her hair tied up, a simple black top hugging her perfectly, and her legs crossed as she looked at something in the distant. She looked so unfairly good, and he wished nothing more than to kiss her right now.

“Fuck” He mumbled, staring at her.

“You okay?” Seungmin asked.

The older boy snapped his head up, nodding “Yup, it’s fine”

“Did she just text you?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes “I have other things in my life, you know?”

“Yeah, do you?” Seungmin smiled, going back to his laptop to type away the final parts of the conclusion.

“Are you almost done, Minnie?” Hyunjin asked, wanting to give him his time but also feeling extremely restless, especially after seeing that picture.

“I am, don’t worry” He said “Thank you again, Jinnie”

“You don’t need to thank me” He replied instantly.

“No, not for waiting but for helping me with this study. I couldn’t have found any other student with enough time to be a psychological experiment” He said, saving his document, after a final read through before he closed it.

“It was my pleasure to be part of your study, Min” Hyunjin replied, getting up to stretch his limbs as Seungmin also stood up.

The younger boy turned to face him, giving him a once over “You look good, she’ll go crazy”

Hyunjin laughed “I hope so”

»»————

They reached the apartment that Han was hosting in, apparently it was Chan’s place. Hyunjin had never met his partners, Chan and Changbin, but from their songs he’d heard Y/N play once, he knew they were talented. They could hear the music booming from inside and he was surprised no neighbors had filed a noise complaint yet. Seungmin reached forward, ringing the doorbell once as Hyunjin bounced on the balls of his feet.

“So you come here for the occasion or just for her?” Seungmin asked, as they waited for somebody to open.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes “Why can’t it be both?”

The door yanked open, Jisung stood there, a smile on his face when he spotted Seungmin, and Hyunjin expected his smile to fall upon seeing him but Jisung’s smile widened instead.

Didn’t he hate him?

Jisung reached forward, pulling Hyunjin into a hug, and he stumbled forward, hugging the shorter boy.

“Whoa” He mumbled.

“You’re finally here, you have no idea how many times she’s whined to me about you not showing up” Jisung said, releasing his hold on the boy.

“Oh?” Hyunjin asked, surprised at the prospect of Y/N being impatient for him, perhaps just as impatient he was.

“Nice to see you too, Seungmin” He said, and Seungmin smiled.

“Congratulations on your track, Han. That’s amazing. Sorry we’re late”

“No worries, just come on in, get yourself something to drink!” He said, stepping aside and the boys entered inside. It was loud, it was dark, temporary neon lights flashing over the room. The house was stuffed with people, but not too much that it was hard to breathe, he could spot everyone from school there and a few people he didn’t know.

Hyunjin’s eyes flitted across the room, looking for you.

“Hyunjin!” A voice cried out and he turned to see Felix barrel towards him “You’re finally here, I thought you guys weren’t going to show up”

“Yess we’re here” Seungmin said.

“Come on, try the punch. It’s so good” Felix said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen. Hyunjin let himself be dragged through the room, his eyes everywhere trying to find you, but still following Felix.

The kitchen was less crowded, and he could see three bowls of red liquid, as well as some food that was laid out. Felix immediately grabbed a cup, pouring in the liquid as it sloshed everywhere.

“Are you already drunk, Lix?” Hyunjin asked, eyeing the boy’s movements.

“Of course I am, you only showed up two hours late” Felix sighed, handing him the cup and immediately filling another.

“Who’s that for?” He asked.

“For you, to catch up fast” Felix stated, as if it was obvious, pushing the cup forward into Hyunjin’s other hand.

“Lix…I’m not getting drunk”

“Why? Worried you’ll kiss her in front of Yeji?” Felix asked and Hyunjin groaned, his eyes darting across the kitchen to see if anybody heard, but only a few people he didn’t know were here.

“Yeah, actually” He replied, not seeing the reason to lie to his best friend. Even if sometimes it felt like they were all against his thing with Y/N, Felix was his best friend first and Hyunjin knew he could trust them.

“Don’t worry, Yeji is already far too gone to notice anything unusual, she’s all over Minho” Felix explained as Hyunjin sipped his drink, feeling the liquid burn his throat.

“I think she would notice if I kissed her best friend”

“I mean, does it even matter that much? It’s not like you two are secretly dating or anything, you’re just fucking, you’re both hot, and in college, it’s not a big deal”

“It is to her”

“To Yeji?”

“To Y/N. I mean, the bit about her friend not knowing” Hyunjin sighed.

“And why is that you think, Jinnie?” Felix asked, leaning against the counter.

“I don’t know, but I respect her decisions. It’s their friendship, she’s free to choose whatever she wants to do or tell” Hyunjin replied, taking another big gulp of his drink, finishing the first cup. He crushed it, placing it on the counter.

Felix laughed “I don’t think I’ll ever understand the two of you”

“Why not? You said yourself it’s not a big deal”

“Yeah” Felix laughed “You’re right, Hyunjin. I don’t need to understand, as long as you’re happy”

“Hmm” Hyunjin said, tracing the ridge of his cup with his finger “I am”

“Come on, let’s go meet the others” Felix said, jumping and dragging Hyunjin back to the hall by his arm.

“You look hot today, by the way” Felix muttered, in his ear.

Hyunjin faked a gasp “I don’t everyday?”

Felix laughed “Don’t push it, Jinnie but I know she’s gonna lose it when she sees you”

Hyunjin was going to ask where Y/N even was, before somebody bumped into him, knocking the breath out of him. The drink spilt onto the floor and into Felix’s sneakers. Felix let out a groan, bending down to wipe it off.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” The person said, and Hyunjin turned to see who it was.

Of course, it was none other than Park Seonghwa. Did that mean Wooyoung was here too? Why was Seonghwa here if he didn’t even know Han?

Hyunjin tried not to get irritated but before he could say something, Seonghwa smiled brightly.

“Oh, hi Hyunjin” He said softly.

“Um, hi” Hyunjin had never talked to him before, why was he saying hi?

“You’re here” Seonghwa said.

“Yup”

“Y/N was looking for you” Seonghwa said.

“She was?” Hyunjin asked automatically, even though he already had heard that.

“Yup, she’s with Chan and the boys” Seonghwa said.

“How do you know them?” Hyunjin asked, before he could stop himself. Seonghwa didn’t seem offended at his intrusion, but he said “I’m in the same class as Chan”

“Ohh” Hyunjin said dumbly. Of course, this wasn’t just Han’s party, it was his whole team celebrating.

“Well, I’ll see you later man” Seonghwa said, and then turned his attention to the boy behind him “I’m so sorry, Yongbok”

“Ah, it’s chill. It’s a house party, it’s bound to happen” Felix replied, wiping the red liquid off his shoe. Hyunjin turned his attention to the rest of the people, where was she? Park Seonghwa said she was with Chan and the boys, but where were they?

There were people dancing around him, and he even saw a couple making out, in the middle of the floor and he went past them, looking around. The music playing was loud, but it didn’t bother him too much, it was pleasant and it was no wonder their tracks got released, it sounded really good, even if it wasn’t his personal preference.

He didn’t know where Felix had gone, or Seungmin. He looked around the room, the buzz from his first drink still hadn’t hit him. Maybe he could grab something to eat. He walked over to the table, grabbing a sausage, wrapped in dough. He loved these, he hadn’t had them in a year or so, and he popped one in his mouth.

His eyes drifted past the people to the artwork hung on the walls. It was photorealistic, they looked like actual pictures. He could recognize the Sydney Skyline, and a few portraits scattered across the walls. There wasn’t a pattern or connection, it seemed like Chan had just decorated with whatever he’d found.

Despite that, Hyunjin loved it.

It was beautiful.

College students rarely ever put up any art, his own dorm walls were bare, and it was a nice change. He would definitely ask Chan about this, if he ever found him that is.

“Oh my god! Hwang Hyunjin!” Somebody yelled and he turned around instantly, but it was just Yeji. She ran over to him, almost tripping into his arms. He instantly reached out to catch her, gripping onto her arms tightly.

“Hey, Yeji” He said, letting out a laugh at her excitement.

“I didn’t know you’re coming!” She yelled. Yeji looked cute today, she did every day, but right now she was in a short jumpsuit, her hair pulled up in two space buns.

“Yes, I was just waiting for Seungmin to finish his assignment” Hyunjin replied.

“Aww!” Yeji cried, putting her hands over her heart “That is so sweet, Hyunjin”

He smiled “I mean-”

“And you look so good today!” She said, reaching up to touch his swept back hair “What the fuck?”

Hyunjin chuckled “Thank you Yeji, you’re too kind”

“I’m not kind, you’re just hot as fuck” She sighed.

“Um…where’s Minho?” He asked, looking around.

“Minho is getting me a drink” She said, a dopey smile on her face.

“What’s going on between you two?” Hyunjin couldn’t resist asking.

Yeji’s face scrunched up in thought “We’re hanging out together”

“You like him?” Hyunjin asked.

“I mean, who wouldn’t?” She laughed “Have you seen him? He’s so amazing…”

She got a faraway look in her eyes and he realized she definitely had feelings for Minho, even if she wouldn’t admit them anytime soon.

“Oh my god! Jeongin, get off the couch, Jisung will kill you!” Yeji screamed, distracted again and she ran off. Hyunjin sighed, watching her run away. He had possibly met everybody at this party but you. Where had Jisung run off to after greeting him? He couldn’t see Seungmin or Felix anywhere. Maybe he could get another drink to pass the time, and perhaps then he would himself feel as chaotic and haphazard as the people and events happening around him. He moved through the crowd, bumping shoulders, catching a girl’s eye who he recognized from her literature class, who winked at him.

Ugh, where was Y/N?

Thankfully, the kitchen was still mostly empty and Hyunjin realized Chan had a really nice house. He would like to meet Chan, if he ever found him before the party ended. He picked up the ladle, dipping it into the bowl of punch before refilling his cup.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the same girl from before, who had just winked at him.

“Hi, Hyunjin” She smiled, her flirting tone evident.

He didn’t want to be rude, especially since it looked like she was just tipsy so he shot her a smile “Hey”

“You look…really nice” She said, and he felt her eyes over his figure. Her eyes didn’t move away from him, even after she’d given him a once over. He loved attention, but for some reason he didn’t like this.

“Thank you” He said, focusing on the solo cup in his hands as he finished filling it up.

“Can you get me a drink too?” She asked “I’m Lia, by the way”

She reached her hand forward to shake it and Hyunjin glanced down at it, the bracelets clinking “Seonghwa’s ex Lia?”

“What?”

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he remembered you telling him about her.

“Um, sorry. I must have you confused for someone else” He said apologetically.

“How do you know he’s my ex?” She asked, blinking up at him, but she didn’t seem upset in the slightest. Maybe they’d had an amicable and mutual breakup.

“Um, one of my friends told me” He responded, not wanting to throw Y/N under the bus for this random girl he’d never met before.

“Oh” She hummed “Why did you ask though? Are you…interested?”

She was twirling a strand of her hair and he sighed. Had he given the indication that he was interested? For some reason, Lia reminded him a lot of Chaeyoung.

“Um…” He thought carefully about what to say because he didn’t want to make her upset or something “Sorry, but I’m already here with someone”

“Who?” She asked, her eyes widening. Was it that surprising that he wasn’t single? I mean, he was, but she didn’t have to know that.

“I don’t think you know her” He said, his grip on his cup tightening, wondering how to get out of this random ass conversation.

“Maybe you can describe her to me” She said.

Why did she care so much?

“Why?” He asked.

“Well, I’d just like to know who this girl is, you’re the hottest guy at this party and she’s got you. I’m curious, Hyunjin” She said, and despite her words leaned forward, inching closer to him.

“I doubt you know her, but um, she’s a dance major. She’s…” Hyunjin blanked, wondering how the hell he would describe you to her “She’s…beautiful”

“Obviously” Lia replied, rolling her eyes “Let me guess”

“Yeah?” Hyunjin swallowed, not looking forward to whatever she might say about you.

“It’s the girl who’s best friends with Han Jisung right? The one in that tight ass black outfit?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback at the fact that she guessed who.

“How do you know that?” He asked, tilting his head at her, actually curious now.

“Ugh” She groaned “She’s been running around the past two hours looking for you”

“She’s what?”

“She asked me three times if I’ve ever seen you” She laughed “I guess she’s just as whipped for you as you as for her”

She must have noticed the drop in his expression because she smiled, adding “Or just as horny”

“Um…yeah I suppose that is her” He responded “Have you seen her around?”

“No” She said “Like I said, she was running around everywhere”

“Right…was she…drunk?”

He didn’t know why he was asking a random girl about you but well.

“She was fine” Lia said, sighing and moving further back “And you’re clearly not interested in anybody but her”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he hummed, taking in a sip of his freshly filled cup, feeling the liquor down his throat.

“Hyunjin?” He heard, spinning around to see Jisung and he instantly relaxed. Thank god.

“Hey, Han”

“Why are you in here?” His eyes darted from him to Lia, who looked pissed.

“I just came for a refill” He responded, lifting his cup up. He had only been at this party for an hour and he was already exhausted. Where were you?

“Y/N is over there” Jisung said, answering his thoughts and Hyunjin almost turned red at the boy knowing what he was looking for. Was he that obvious?

“Thanks, Han” Hyunjin smiled, following him out, sending a polite wave to Lia as he left. He turned to the direction that Jisung had pointed and he spotted Minho, Yeji draped over him, very drunk already, two people that he guessed were Chan and Changbin, and you.

Finally.

Your eyes locked with him and Hyunjin felt like his heart stopped.

You looked so good. He’d already known what you looked like based on your post an hour ago, but seeing you in person was still different. Your face burst into a smile when you saw Hyunjin, waving him over.

You saw Hyunjin head towards you, Jisung by his side, and you were so glad you finally found him. You didn’t know if he was even going to show up tonight, but here he was, walking towards you.

Hyunjin looked like a dream.

His blond hair was swept back, and he was in all black. A button up shirt tucked into his pants, and a belt around his belt, cinching his waist. The closer he stepped, the more dizzy you felt from just how good he looked. He had a silver harness wrapped around his thigh, and you couldn’t help but look him over head to toe.

“Y/N” He mumbled, and you reached your hand out as he grabbed it.

“I was looking for you” He said, his thumb running over your knuckles.

“So was I”

He smiled “So I’ve heard”

“From?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“From everybody at this party, including Park Seongwha’s ex” He said.

“What?” You asked, laughing.

“I’m flattered to know you asked every human at this party about me, but why Lia?”

You laughed “I was drunk, I don’t know why”

“You were drunk? So you’re not anymore?”

“Well, you do know it’s been three hours since the party started right? And I’m no Yeji” You replied.

Hyunjin leaned in closer, uncaring all of the eyes on him “You look so - ”

“Hey, hey, hey. Did you only come to this party to talk to her?” Someone asked and Hyunjin’s attention turned to what he could safely presume was Chan.

“You must be Hyunjin” He said, reaching his hand forward. Hyunjin dejectedly left his hold on your hand to grab Chan’s.

“You must be the genius, Bang Chan?” Hyunjin asked.

Chan raised his eyebrows, a smile spreading across his features “I hope you don’t mean that sarcastically”

“No, of course not” Hyunjin replied “Your music is really great, congratulations man”

Chan smiled further, turning to look at you “You never told me he’s so sweet”

You laughed, rolling your eyes “Because he’s not. He’s an asshole”

“Are you just saying that cause he was late and you missed him so so much?” Jisung butted in.

“Shut up” You said, punching his arm. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to Minho and Yeji, who were far too consumed within each other to have heard this conversation. He was glad they didn’t. None of the boys were making an attempt to hide it.

“Why are you not drunk yet?” Another voice added, and Hyunjin turned to see who he think was Changbin. Changbin was loud.

“I had a few glasses already” Hyunjin replied “I’m not looking to get drunk”

“Why not?” Chan asked “Where’s the fun in it?”

Hyunjin laughed “I don’t wanna end up doing anything stupid”

“Well, it’s too late for that. You’ve already kissed my best friend more than once” Jisung said and you gasped, hitting him again.

“Shut up Han” You groaned.

Hyunjin looked towards Yeji. She was still talking to Minho, laughing loudly, unaware.

“Are you guys dating?” Changbin asked.

“No” Chan answered instead of you “They’re just-”

“Why is it everybody’s business?” You whined loudly, and Hyunjin thought it was cute. You looked so good. Your hair was up in a cute ponytail, and your black top fit you perfectly. Your hand were buried inside the sleeves, fingers peeking out slightly to clutch the red cup in your hands. There was a dip in your neckline, your shoulders bare and his daisy necklace fit between your cleavage.

“Well, sorry” Changbin said “I was just wondering”

“It’s not fine, Bin” You said, and he laughed at your attitude.

“You’re right, she’s a brat” Changbin said to Jisung. Hyunjin’s eyes widened. Only he was allowed to say that about you.

“I’m not a brat, shut the fuck up!” You cried, groaning.

“She says as she throws a tantrum” Chan said.

“You guys are all ganged up on me, this isn’t fair. I want Yeji” You said, narrowing your eyes at them.

“Yeji’s in too deep with Minho to even notice you” Jisung said “Sadly”

“Yeji!” You yelled, running over to her through the gap between Jisung and Chan. All the boys eyes turned to Hyunjin as you left the discussion. He felt conscious.

“Um, so, this is a great party” He said and then turned to Chan “I really love your place”

“You do?”

“It’s so well done”

“Thank you!” Chan smiled “I think you’re the first person to tell me that”

“Well, it deserves a compliment. I love the décor and the artwork” Hyunjin smiled at him.

“What?” Jisung asked “I didn’t even notice there was any artwork here”

“You’re a dumbass, Han” Changbin said.

“Oh, so now you’re going to tease me instead cause Y/N left the conversation?” Han said.

Hyunjin’s eyes fell on you, you were standing between Minho and Yeji, laughing about something. He wanted to kiss you so bad.

“You’re just jealous that Hyunjin has eyes unlike you” Chan replied.

“Yeah sure” Han chuckled “Maybe it’s cause your annoying presence never let me appreciate your place”

“No, you just can’t appreciate art unlike the smarter ones here” Chan said.

“Who can’t appreciate art?” Your voice loudly cut in, and Hyunjin hadn’t even realized you’d stepped away from Minho and Yeji back into the conversation. He felt like his brain was working on overdrive, trying to register all the conversations, sounds and people around him. So much was going on, and the alcohol was also beginning to hit him. His head was spinning, just slightly.

“Han Jisung can’t” Chan said.

“Then who are the smarter ones?” You asked, puzzled.

“Hyunjin is” Chan said.

“Hyunjin?” Your eyes fell back on the boy. He looked so beautiful. No matter how many times you looked at him, you couldn’t get enough. Your gaze fell on the silver pendant on his chest, glinting off the light, everything about him was pretty.

“Yes, Hyunjin said he loves my place” Chan said proudly “Although it’s going to look like absolute shit in the morning”

“We’ll help you clean up” Han said, already knowing it would take hours.

“Hyunjin likes art?” You asked, confused. You never knew that about him.

“Yeah, I do” Hyunjin said, his voice soft, amongst the booming sounds.

“Oh” You said, your eyes locked onto his.

You wanted to kiss him really badly.

Yeji was still laughing as her and Minho took really silly pictures on his phone. You turned back to the conversation, the boys were joking around again.

This was the moment.

You sidestepped them, coming to Hyunjin’s side.

“Can I talk to you?” You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded “Of course, here?”

“No, I know a place. Follow me” You said, stepping away, wanting him to follow.

You led your way through the crowd, but not before you felt his fingers on your wrist. You looked back at him questionably.

“I just spent an entire hour looking for you, I’m not losing you in the crowd again” Hyunjin replied, his grip on your waist sending tingles down your body.

You laughed “You’re not gonna lose me, Hyunjin”

“Yeah” He mumbled “I better not, I don’t think I can tolerate talking to Seonghwa or Lia or a very drunk Yeji again right now”

“Hey, don’t say that about her. She’s my best friend” You said, walking towards the balcony.

The balcony. Your favorite part of Chan’s apartment. Hyunjin followed you, his hand on yours, as you slipped open the door, stepping out.

The space was small, dimly lit, with faux grass, and you could still smell residual cigarettes but it was so nice.

“This is nice, I thought you were going to push me into a closet again” Hyunjin spoke, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

“I never did that, you’re the one that pulled me in last time” You said, and turned to look at him. Hyunjin had red eyeshadow swept across his eyelids, just slightly, making him look even more ethereal. You hadn’t noticed it inside, due to all the flashing lights and you stared up at him in awe. The color brought his eyes out in the best way possible, which were currently fixed on yours, making your stomach swoop.

“You did your makeup?”

He let out a laugh “I got bored”

“Bored?”

“While I was waiting for Seungmin to finish”

“Oh” You said “I’ve only seen you with makeup for dance shows”

He nodded, brushing a hand through his hair “I don’t see the point of doing it otherwise, and I don’t have the time”

“You look so…good” You breathed “It’s really unfair”

“What is?”

“That you look better with makeup on, than me. I bet you’d make a really pretty girl, you already have the long hair for it” You reached your hand up to his blond strands, running your fingers through it.

He let out a giggle, the sound pulling at your heart “Even if I was a girl, you’d still be prettier than me Y/N”

“No” You shook your head, a wide grin on your face “I missed you”

“I’m right here” He breathed, gripping your arm.

“But you’re late” You complained, pouting.

“And I’m sorry about that, but if it makes you feel any better, I only came for you” His hand moved from your arm, sliding around your waist. You could feel his touch all the way down to your toes, and you leaned into him.

“I’m glad you came for me” You smiled, and he brought his other hand up, you thought he was going to pull you in for a kiss, but instead his hand lingered by your ear. He tucked a stray strand behind your ear, fingers grazing the side of your face.

“Thank you Hyunjin” You said, your eyes darting to his lips for a second.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For rescuing me that day, at the café…from Yunho. I never thanked you for that” You bit your lip.

“I don’t think you needed any rescuing” He laughed “You were glaring daggers at him on all your own, I’m sure you would have been fine”

“Maybe, but you being there made it so much easier” You sighed, still remembering the way you had instantly relaxed when Hyunjin had stepped into the café, making a beeline for your table before Yunho could say a word. You hadn’t expected him to come, since he was supposed to meet Chaeyoung for ramen, but here he was, holding your hand across the table, launching into conversation as if you were always supposed to meet him there.

“What about your plans?” You had asked.

He’d raised an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair “What plans?”

He didn’t have to do that, you hadn’t even asked him to show up, but he did, and it warmed your heart in a way that he never used to.

“Well, don’t worry about it, Y/N” Hyunjin spoke, pulling you back into the present “I’ll be there if you need me”

“Really?” You asked “Even if it’s something stupid like that?”

“That wasn’t stupid” His fingers curled around the fabric of your top.

“So…I can also call you if the pipe in my apartment bursts?” You asked.

He laughed, loudly “That’s so random, but yes if you want to”

“I can call you if I’m absolutely craving a chocolate tart at that moment?”

“If you’d like that, yes”

“I can call you if I’m-” He stopped you midway, tightening his hold on you.

“You can, Y/N” He laughed.

“Why are you being so nice?” You frowned.

“I’m always nice”

“Not to me”

“Well…” He trailed off, fingers now slipping underneath your black top, as they grazed your skin “I’m in a good mood”

You laughed at the look on his face “I am too”

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” His voice dropped.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because anybody could see us” He sighed.

“That’s okay” You mumbled.

“You’re clearly still drunk” He laughed.

“And you’re not drunk enough” You rolled your eyes, moving closer to him “Don’t you wanna kiss me?”

“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?” He said, turning so you were now pressed up against the railing by him. The railing dug into your back, but you didn’t care because Hyunjin was pressed into your front.

Every bit of you that touched him felt like it was on fire.

“You never told me you liked art” You blinked up at him.

He raised his eyebrows at the random question, he was about to kiss you, and you were asking him about this?

“You never asked” He shrugged.

“That’s such a specific thing to ask” You narrowed your eyes at him “Like oh, Hyunjin do you like biking, or do you like video games? Am I supposed to ask for everything that exists?”

“Yeah, maybe you should” He said, a teasing tone in his voice.

“You’re so annoying. How did I not know you like that?”

“You’re saying that as if I was your best friend and kept that a secret from you for ten years”

“Well…” You trailed off “That’s something I would have wanted to know”

“Would you have hated me less throughout high school if you knew that?” He raised his eyebrows.

You hummed “Hmm, I still hate you”

He burst into a laugh, his eyes crinkling into little crescents and you couldn’t help but realize again, that it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

Hyunjin laughing.

The sound was music to your ears, travelling through your entire body, warming your heart, and insides, despite the chilly wind.

You wanted to make him laugh more.

“You hate me, huh?” He asked, leaning in, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Yup” You nodded.

“Then you’d hate it if I kissed you right now?” He asked, his voice a whisper, darting his tongue out to wet his lips.

“I would” You mumbled, your eyes darting to his plush lips, as he bit down on them. You were sharing the same breath, as he bent down, his face inches from yours, so close, you could feel the tickle of his hair on your cheek.

His eyes were on yours, as your gaze flitted to his lips, wanting to feel them on you as soon as possible.

“Then…” He let out a sigh, and you could feel his breath, sending shivers across your being.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t do it” He said, instantly moving back and your eyes widened at the sudden gap between the two of you.

“Why not?” You asked, your voice coming out as a whine now.

“I wouldn’t want to upset you” He said, the teasing look back on his face.

“You’re such a dick” You said, bringing your hands to his chest to push him. He chuckled, grabbing your wrists in his hands, your hands still flat on his chest.

“I’m just giving you what you want, Y/N”

“You have no idea what I want, Hyunjin”

“Okay, Y/N” He said “What do you want?”

He was ready to hear everything you had to say, probably along the lines of wanting him to kiss you, or to fuck you senseless, or for you to be on top this time.

“I want you to show me your favorite artist in the world”

He didn’t expect that.

“What?” He asked, his grip on your wrists loosening.

“I want to know what you like, what you don’t and what your favorite work of art is. You can start from Chan’s living room”

He blinked. He didn’t know why it was hard for him to believe that you actually meant what you were saying. You were drunk, and horny, why did you care about something like that, at this moment? You two were by yourself, on the balcony, away from the prying eyes and from your friends and you wanted to know about his interests?

That didn’t sound right. Maybe you were drunker than he thought.

“Why?” He breathed.

“Why not?” You said, without missing a beat.

He could see the reflection of the lights in your eyes as you glanced up at him, and he couldn’t help but think that they looked like little stars. Your lower lip was tucked between your teeth, your eyes blown wide, the stray hair that he’d tucked was just as stubborn as you and was coming in your eyes again, but you didn’t seem to care. He could see your chest move, as you breathed in, and then out, your collarbones out, for him to admire, and to kiss.

He was still pressed up against you, and he could feel every bit of your body that was touching his, down to your feet.

He let out a chuckle “I’m standing here, ready to fuck you senseless and you’re asking me that? You’re…you’re incorrigible Y/N”

You gasped “You learnt the morning of the word!”

“Yes I did, and you’re it” He said, his hand coming up to trace your jaw “I don’t understand you”

“Hmm…wait, what was that you said about fucking me senseless?” You tilted your head at him.

His mouth curved into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, your foreheads touching “I don’t think you’re ready for that”

“Stop teasing me, Hwang” You whined, reaching up on your toes to press your lips on his.

Hyunjin kissed you back immediately, as if he was waiting for this moment his whole life, and a part of him feels like maybe he was. He could never get used to kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as he pinned you against the railing. Hyunjin’s hand grazed the side of your face, cupping your jaw as his tongue slid into your mouth, your teeth clashing together. He tugged you forward, your hips meeting. You could feel his entire body pressed against your own, and it felt like everything you’d been missing this whole time.

Hyunjin bit your lip, making you let out a little moan and he tilted your head at the sound, to start kissing at your neck. You closed your eyes as he nipped at it, biting down just slightly, making you jump.

“Hyunjinn…” You shifted in his arms.

“You’re so incredible” He sighed, moving back to look at you.

“I am?”

“Everything about you” He mumbled, his hands sliding up your top, fingers dancing across your bare skin. You looked up at him, a soft look in his eyes despite what you two were doing. His lips were bruised and swollen, wet, and he bit his lower lip as he gazed at you.

“I don’t wanna go back inside” You said, not wanting Hyunjin to leave you even for a second.

He sighed, pressing another sweet kiss on your lips “It’s Han’s party, he’d like you to be there with him”

“I was with him for three hours” You pouted.

“Then a few more wouldn’t matter, right?” Hyunjin asked.

“I don’t want you to go” You mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N” He said and your eyes flickered up to his “I’ll be next to you the whole time”

“And after that?”

“I’ll take you back to my place” He smiled “You’d like that?”

Your eyes lit up at the thought, you would love to go back to his place. “I would love that, Hyunjin”

“I’m glad” He leaned in, pressing another kiss to your cheek this time. The gesture was simple but it made your heart flutter. Since when did you start feeling this way around him again?

Maybe you were drunker than you thought.

»»————

You were back inside, amidst the crowd, bumping shoulders with people as you looked around. The party was still in full swing, and it felt like your time outside with Hyunjin had been in an alternate reality. The speakers were on full blast, playing songs from 3racha’s first mixtape and as much as you were enjoying it, it felt like everything was rushed. Your time outside with him had been so different. Like that moment existed in a warp of time.

He was still standing next to you, as his promise, and you watched Changbin try to do a keg stand as Chan lifted him up. Han was by the corner, laughing his ass off as the liquid dripped down Changbin’s shirt.

“They’re so chaotic�� You mumbled and Hyunjin laughed loudly.

“They’re so fun” He said, turning to you “You want me to get you a drink?”

You were still slightly tipsy, but your buzz was wearing off, now you just felt high on Hyunjin’s presence so you nodded “Sure, I don’t mind”

“I’ll be back” He smiled “Don’t go anywhere”

“I’ll be right here” You laughed.

As soon as Hyunjin left, someone tapped on your shoulder. You turned around to see Seonghwa standing there, a bright smile on his face.

“Seonghwa!” You cried, jumping to hug him.

He laughed “We met an hour ago, Y/N”

“I know, but…I missed you” You smiled, stepping back “Are you having a good time?”

“Jisung definitely knows how to throw a party”

You nodded, as Seonghwa tipped his head back, taking in a sip of his drink.

“Hyunjin told me you met him” You blurted.

His eyes turned to you and he nodded, a soft smile on his face “Yeah I did, I told him you were looking for him. Should I not have?”

“Um, no that’s okay…” You said, squeezing the cup between your fingers “I also met Lia…”

He raised his eyebrows “You did, huh?”

“Yeah” You laughed “She’s nice…can I ask what happened between you two?”

Seonghwa sighed, stepping closer to you “It’s a long story”

You quirked an eyebrow “Well?”

“A lot happened. Wooyoung might have probably told you”

“No, all I know is Wooyoung keeps joking that you stole Lia from him”

Seonghwa chuckled “Of course he does. If I knew he liked her, I would never have gone out with her”

“When did you come to know then?”

“After we broke up”

You laughed “Wait, really?”

He hummed “If Woo had told me he was into her, I would never have said yes to her”

“That must’ve been hard for him”

Seonghwa shrugged “I mean, Lia is just another girl. Me and Woo have been friends since we were born, so things like that don’t matter in the long run”

“Right” You nodded, your eyes flickering to Han and Changbin still doing the keg stand. Now it was Han’s turn to be up in the air, and you just hoped he wouldn’t fall or hurt himself.

“You don’t really hate him, do you?”

“What?” You turned to look at Seonghwa.

He tilted his head, the hint of a smile on his face “Hwang Hyunjin. You don’t hate him, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N!” You heard and turned to see Yeji stumble to you. You silently thanked her for interrupting whatever the hell you were going to say to Seonghwa.

“Yeji” You smiled and she pulled you into a hug, crushing her body to yours.

“Whoa” Seonghwa laughed “How have you been drunk for the past five hours?”

“Because I keep drinking” Yeji said, stepping back from you to roll her eyes at him.

“You’re going to really regret that in the morning” He said.

“He’s right” You grabbed the cup from within her hands, half of it still filled with red liquid.

“Hey!” She pouted “You can’t steal a girl’s drink”

“And if I don’t do this now, you’re going to kill me tomorrow morning when you wake up with the worst hangover of the century”

“Fine” She crossed her arms “I need to pee”

“That’s why you came looking for me?” You asked.

She nodded, laughing “You have to come with me”

“Fine” You sighed, placing the cup on the table next to yours. You took her hand, waving a goodbye to Seonghwa as you headed towards Chan’s bedroom. Yeji trailed behind you, hopping every few steps and you led the way.

You felt exhausted already. You’d been at the party almost five hours, and you’d had a tiring day. You just wanted to take off your shoes, your pants and crawl into a blanket right now.

Your feet ached, and your head was throbbing.

You think you’d reached the social tipping point of tonight.

“That boy was so handsome. It’s Wooyoung’s friend, isn’t it?” Yeji asked, leaning into your ear.

“Yes, it was Seonghwa, Yej. I’ve told you about him”

“Yeah, but you never told me he was so pretty”

“Where’s Minho anyway?” You asked.

“Nice change of topic, he’s with Seungmin somewhere I guess”

“Oh, okay”

You pushed open the door to Chan’s bedroom, stopping in your tracks at the couple inside. Yeji walked into you, making you stumble forward.

Lia was on the bed, sitting side by side as she kissed him, her hands in his hair.

“What the fuck, guys?” Yeji said loudly.

They both jumped at the sound, turning to look at you.

“Y/N” He spoke, pulling apart from her, his eyes wide at you.

“Wooyoung?”

“Um” He stood up, and you could tell he was tipsy by the way he did. You had only seen Wooyoung drunk one time, the first night you’d met him and kissed him and he looked quite similar right now.

Lia was staring at you, her eyes narrowed. For some reason, you would have expected your heart to drop at the sight, but it didn’t…

You didn’t feel affected by the sight of Lia kissing him, just a bit surprised and shocked.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to meet Wooyoung tonight, except for when at the beginning of the party Changbin had been cutting their celebratory cake and Wooyoung had rescued you from Bin’s attempts to slather it over your face. Honestly, you hadn’t realized that he was still here, you’d been so drunk and caught up in yourself, running around the place that you hadn’t gotten a chance to fully talk to him.

“You know her?” Lia asked him, pointing to you.

“Yeah, that’s the girl I was telling you about” Wooyoung spoke, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of course it’s her” She crossed her arms “She’s the one Hwang was looking for all night”

Yeah, you’d definitely drained your social battery. You wanted to run out in the face of this conversation but you stood there, staring at Woo and Lia.

He almost looked guilty, as if he’d been caught cheating, but why did he? He’d done nothing wrong.

Lia seemed far too proud at the moment, and you just wanted to go home.

“Hwang? You mean Hyunjin?” Wooyoung asked, turning to her.

“Do you know any other Hwang?” Lia rolled her eyes.

“Why was he looking for you?” Wooyoung asked, turning to you.

“Because she’s fucking hot, why wouldn’t he!” Yeji interrupted, stepping forward “And they’re friends, now I need to pee so please go find another room to kiss in”

»»————

“So what is going on between the two of you?” Chan asked Hyunjin, sat on top of his kitchen counter as he sipped his drink. Felix was across him, chomping down on a tomato bruschetta and Jisung sat on the bar stool, wiping the red liquid off his shirt. Somehow, the four of them had ended up here together. Hyunjin had gone to get you a drink, but you weren’t there when he came back and he guessed you were probably with Yeji, Jeongin or Seonghwa.

Hyunjin sighed “Between me and who?”

Felix laughed loudly “Who else? Y/N”

Jisung’s eyes narrowed at the question, he lifted his head towards Hyunjin “You better be careful of your next words”

Hyunjin let out a short laugh “Do you really think I’m gonna insult her in front of her best friend?”

“You never know” Han said, turning his focus back to his shirt.

“I mean, we’re hanging out together, I guess” Hyunjin said, turning to Chan.

Chan raised his eyebrow “It seemed more on the balcony”

“You saw us?” Hyunjin asked.

“Not like I was spying on you, I just came in to get something, and yeah, I saw you. You two looked awfully close”

“We were just talking” Hyunjin said.

“They’re fucking” Han said. Hyunjin’s eyes snapped to his.

“Relax, she’s okay with Chan knowing” Han said.

“So everyone but Yeji?” Hyunjin asked.

Felix laughed “That’s unfortunate for Yeji”

“No, if Yeji finds out, it’ll be unfortunate for Y/N” Han said.

“Why? Will she get mad at her?’ Hyunjin bit his lip, concern flashing through him. Jisung raised his eyebrows, not expecting that.

“No” Han replied “Yeji would never get mad at Y/N”

“Then?”

He sighed “I don’t know how to explain this, and I’m not sure its my place, Hwang”

“Right” He nodded “No, I get it. I just don’t want Yeji to be upset”

“She won’t be, don’t worry” Chan smiled.

“You know her too?” Hyunjin asked.

Chan nodded “She was in one of my courses this semester”

“Hyun, could you pass me my phone please?” Felix asked, emptying another drink into his mouth.

“I don’t have it” He checked his pockets.

“I think I left it near the keg stand” Felix sighed loudly.

“No worries, Yongbok. I’ll get it” Hyunjin replied, heading off to the living room. He had a soft spot for Felix.

As soon as he left, Felix turned to Han “You know he has feelings for her, right?”

Han let out a laugh “I think I’ve known it for some time, I just wasn’t sure”

“And what about her?” Chan asked.

Felix nodded “It’s kind of really obvious”

Han spoke “Yeah, she just has to realize it herself”

“So what’s this whole hatred thing they have going on?” Chan asked, curiously.

Han sighed, taking in a sip from the drink next to his “They have a bad history from school, they were both the top dancers of their class, so you can guess that they were always rivals for everything…and they just generally disliked each other a lot. She thought he was the arrogant boy she’s ever met, and well, from her stories of him, he sure seemed like it”

“But why? Did anything happen?” Felix asked “I don’t understand why they’re so hell bent on not admitting that they could possibly like each other”

Han sighed “I don’t know if it’s my place to tell you…and I don’t even know the full story, but…just promise me you guys won’t ever bring this up”

“It won’t leave this room, Han” Felix said, sincerely.

“You can trust us” Chan nodded.

“She had feelings for him”

“What?” Felix asked “When?”

“Back in high school, during one of their musicals, they were both the leads, and they spent hours together. She complained about him to me all day, about how he drove her crazy, but after weeks, at the end of the show, she came to me in tears”

“What happened?” Chan asked.

“I’m pretty sure she liked him a lot at that point, but …I don’t think he ever did. She never told me what exactly happened, but I guess he wasn’t into her, either that…or she saw him kiss another girl”

“Wait, Y/N had feelings for Hyunjin back then?” Felix asked, his eyes widening, still not having processed the first piece of information.

“Yeah” Han nodded “But nobody knows except for me…”

“So, what’s going on now?” Chan asked.

“I wish I knew” Han laughed “They’ve always been attracted to each other, and I guess they finally gave into that. I’m pretty sure her feelings would have come back by now. They spend all their time together, and when they don’t, she’s always texting him. But knowing her, and how hard she took it back then, she’d probably pushed them so far down she doesn’t know how much she likes him”

“I don’t know about her, but he definitely has something for her” Felix sighed.

Han nodded, wringing his hands together “Yeah he does. She’s never really told me the full story of what went down at the musical…but I’m guessing it was bad. That’s probably why she hasn’t told Yeji yet either. Yeji is sort of going to be the last straw. If Y/N tells her, she’ll realize it. She’ll realize that she’s back to where she was in high school, and she hated that more than anything. She told me at that time that she would never let her guard down ever again, or ever fall in love with somebody, especially somebody like him”

“Whoa…” Chan exhaled “It was that bad?”

“Yeah…so even though she’s all over the place when it comes to him, I understand her. Hyunjin’s always been a huge part of her life, one way or another, and…what she felt then must have been strong, since she hasn’t even been in a relationship since then. She thinks it’s gonna end the same way it did back then, and from what I remember…he broke her heart”

“I wish I knew that” Felix said “She’s such an amazing person”

Hyunjin felt drained.

He hadn’t found Felix’s phone anywhere, after looking all over the place and having to talk to way too many people. He just wanted to find you, and go home.

He made his way back to the kitchen., pausing just by the kitchen archway when he heard them talk about her.

“She is. Y/N is my favorite person in the world” Han was talking.

“She doesn’t deserve that” Chan sighed.

“I hope one day she can find somebody who actually loves her, and cares about her. Before all of that happened in high school, she was always so excited about falling in love”

Before what happened in high school? Hyunjin wondered.

“Yeah?” Felix asked, laughing.

“She would talk all day about the boy she was gonna be in love with, how she was gonna make him feel the most loved, and the most special” Han chuckled “I used to think it was naïve, but yeah…she needs that. She doesn’t need…whatever is going on right now.”

What?

Hyunjin cleared his throat, before stepping inside the kitchen. He’d done enough eavesdropping, enough to make his heart drop for some reason.

The three boys’ heads turned to his “Oh, you’re here”

“Um, yeah” Hyunjin tried to sound normal, even though his tone felt shaky “I couldn’t find your phone, Yongbok”

“My mistake” Felix smiled, lifting it up to show him “I forgot I had it all along”

“Oh”

»»————

You stood in Chan’s room, staring at the piece of art hung on the wall. Yeji was inside the bathroom. Did she know about you and Hyunjin? She seemed so unbothered by Lia saying that he had been looking for you.

Maybe she knew all along. You weren’t sure if you should ask her.

You had promised Hyunjin you’d tell her as soon as possible, even though you weren’t ready for the questions Yeji would ask you…

But you didn’t want Minho to be mad at Hyunjin again, you remember how upset he’d been a few days ago. You’d feel guilty then…you wish you knew why it was so hard for you to tell Yeji. You had no qualms telling Han, or Chan or honestly anybody else.

But Yeji?

Something about telling her made you feel anxious and nervous, like everything would be ruined once the words were out.

Like your little bubble would burst, and that warp of time would cease to exist.

The door swung open and Yeji stepped out, a bright smile on her face.

“Thank you for coming with me” She said, zipping up her jumpsuit.

“You don’t need to thank me, Yej”

“So that was crazy about Wooyoung and that girl right? I really thought he was into you…” She blurted.

You laughed, moving to sit on Chan’s bed “I always told you he wasn’t into me”

“But how is that even possible? I’m so sure he was, and he probably just kissed Lia cause he was drunk and she was the closest girl around”

“I don’t think Woo would do that” You bit your lip.

“Well, do you forget how you met him? Drunk, in the middle of the dance floor, grinding up against him?”

You laughed. Yeji did have a point…

“I don’t really know” You crossed your arms.

“Are you upset?”

“Because of Wooyoung?”

“Yeah”

“No, not really” You said “He’s really close to me, but…I’m not upset, because-”

“Because of Hyunjin?” Yeji asked.

Your eyes snapped to hers, heart dropping in your stomach “What do you mean?”

“I mean, Wooyoung is beautiful and he’s so nice. I know I pushed you to be with him…but he’s no Hyunjin” She said.

“Um…what?”

“Hyunjin is the reason things didn’t work out between you and Minho, and then you and Wooyoung, right? I mean, I get it. He’s so gorgeous, I don’t think I could be into any other guy If I was you”

You groaned, as if on cue “Why do you think I’m into him?”

“You’d be crazy not to” She laughed, reaching up to fix her hair in the mirror “He showed up today looking like a dream”

You stared at her. You couldn’t understand what she was getting at. Did she already know or something?

“Yeah…he did” You admitted, thinking back to his outfit, and the tight silver harness wrapped around his upper thigh “He looks really good”

“Why don’t you kiss him then? I caught him staring at you like fifty times. He can’t take his eyes off you”

You sighed, leaning back on Chan’s bed as you looked up at her “I…you really think I should kiss him?”

“If I were you, I would. Those lips- ” She let out a moan, puckering her lips “I can imagine how perfect they would feel”

You laughed.

Maybe you could finally say that you didn’t have to imagine, you had already felt them on you, countless times.

But before you could say it, the door burst open.

It was Hyunjin.

His eyes landed on yours, and then on Yeji. Seeing you sitting on Chan’s bed made his heart stop, again. You looked so good tonight, he didn’t think he could get used to it.

Yeji seemed unfazed at his entry. Fuck, had he just interrupted something?

“Look who it is” Yeji smiled.

“Hey, Yeji” Hyunjin swallowed, eyes darting to yours. He wondered what you two were talking about.

“We were just talking about you”

“You were?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows, glancing at you again.

“Yes, about how kissable your lips are” She said.

You almost choked as she said that, not expecting her to be so bold and upfront about it.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened “Oh…”

“Why are you here again?” Yeji titled his head at him.

“Minho was looking for you…he was worried cause you were really drunk” Hyunjin responded.

“Oh” Yeji pouted “He needs to relax, I’m only nine drinks in”

“Yeji!” You said, not realizing she’d had so much to drink “That’s too many”

“Live a little, babe” She said, then turned her head, indicating towards Hyunjin “You only got one life”

“What?” You flushed red. She was so not subtle.

You could see Hyunjin with a hint of a smile on his face at her words.

“Right, I’ll go meet him now” She said, leaning in to kiss your cheek before whispering “Stop thinking so much”

“Right” You swallowed, as she walked out.

“Bye, Hwang. You’re way too hot for your own good” She sighed, touching his pendant before she headed off.

His eyes flickered to yours as he stepped towards you “Did you tell her?”

You shook your head “I don’t even know what just happened. I think she told me instead…”

He nodded, grabbing your hand in his “She’s too drunk anyway to remember any of this in the morning, maybe next time… but Minho told me he’ll take her back to the apartment”

“Bless him” You sighed, as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

“Do you wanna head home too?” He asked, softly “I think I’m far too tired to talk to any more people right now”

You smiled, feeling burnt out and socially exhausted, the alcohol still buzzing in your body and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep with Hyunjin right now.

“You read my mind”

»»————

You stumbled through Hyunjin’s front door. You weren’t sure if the rest of the boys had made it home yet, but you didn’t really care. You were so tired, so tipsy and so happy. Hyunjin had his hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards his room. You slipped off your shoes on the way, abandoning them in the hall.

“I’m tired” You whined.

“Almost there” He mumbled.

He pushed open the door to his room, and you both stepped inside. Your eyes flickered across the things, there were two beds pushed up against either wall, a desk with a laptop you guessed was Seungmin’s and another desk with papers littered across it; sketches and drawings on all of them.

“That’s yours?” You asked, pointing to it.

He yawned, grabbing your shoulders to push you towards his bed “You can see it later, I just need to get some sleep right now”

“And what about Seungmin? Isn’t he coming home?”

“It’s not like we’re doing anything” Hyunjin sighed.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to, I’m dead” You groaned, sitting on his bed. Hyunjin looked at you getting comfortable and laughed “You’re gonna sleep in those clothes?”

“Well, they’re the only ones I have. I’m not gonna sleep naked”

“Why not?” He pouted.

You rolled your eyes “I thought you said you’re tired”

“Well, I’ll never be tired of looking at you” He smiled “Or touching you…or having you in my arms”

“Shut up Hwang” You laughed “Are you gonna change?”

He nodded “Of course. You can wear my shirt”

“Your shirt?”

“It’s better than sleeping in your sweaty party outfit”

“Hey!” You tossed a pillow at him “it’s not sweaty”

He caught it, laughing “Don’t be a brat”

You put your feet up, settling under his blanket and pulling it up to your chin. He turned towards his drawer, and you watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. You were so sleepy you were sure you’d fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, but you didn’t want to miss this.

He tossed his shirt aside, unbuckling his belt and your eyes fluttered shut but you forced to keep them open.

Hyunjin turned to you, and you kept your eyes on his torso. He was shirtless, and just in grey sweatpants now, as they hung low off his lips, showing off his v line.

He looked so good.

The silver pendant was still on, resting on his chest. Your eyes fell to his toned abs and the sparkle of silver on his stomach which drove you crazy and kept you awake at nights.

“You look like you’re fighting to stay awake” Hyunjin spoke, making your eyes flicker to his face, as he reached into his top dresser and slipped on a matching blue hoodie. The sweatshirt and pants combo made him look absolutely so cozy and huggable, and fuckable.

The sweatpants hug so low off his hips, you could see the outline of his dick, you knew he wasn’t wearing boxers inside.

You wish you weren’t this tired.

“I’m fine” You mumbled, tucking your arm under your head as you watched him run his hand through his hair.

He laughed “You know you can look at me naked all the time, don’t force yourself to stay up for this”

You rolled your eyes “You’re so full of yourself”

“And you’re drooling all over my pillow looking at me”

“Shut up!” You groaned, turning onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.

You felt the weight shift next to you as Hyunjin jumped into bed, tying his hair up with an elastic. You scooted over to make way for him, on the tiny bed made for one person.

“I think I’m going to have a terrible hangover” You mumbled, your head already hurt. Hyunjin leaned over, kissing your forehead “You’ll be fine, just go to sleep”

You nodded, turning on your side as you felt him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into him.

You felt so comfortable, you didn’t even realize when you fell asleep, Hyunjin holding onto you, his breaths pushing you into a deep slumber.

»»————

When your eyes opened, it was still dark out. It was probably around four.

You were curled up on your side, and Hyunjin was wrapped around you. His long limbs tangled amongst yours, his face pressed into your hair, and his arms tight around your waist, holding you to him.

The blanket was off you, and on the floor.

You were cold, despite Hyunjin’s body all over you. You shifted in his grip, your fingers reaching out to grab the blanket. It seemed impossible though, since he didn’t seem to let you move even an inch away from him. His hair was tickling your neck and you sighed, trying to wriggle yourself out of his arms.

“Hyunjin…” You said, grabbing his forearm.

He hummed, stirring slightly, pulling you even closer into him, throwing a leg over your hip.

“I’m cold Hyun” You said softly, turning your head to look at him.

“Mm…no you’re really hot” He mumbled.

You rolled your eyes. Seriously? The boy was half asleep but he still made that dumb joke.

“Let go of me for just a second, Hyun” You said, pushing his arm away from your waist, with all the force you could muster.

He sighed, exhaling a deep breath and softened his grip on you “You’re mean….”

“And you’re being a baby” You reached forward, just enough to grab the blanket off the floor and tugged it back on your body. You slid your feet inside the blanket and then turned to look at him. His eyes were half hooded, sleepy, and he looked so cute. His mouth was upturned in a pout as he gazed at you.

“Now can we go back to sleep?” He mumbled, fingers reaching out to touch your waist, curling around you.

His hair was a mess, light blonde strands, all over his pillow, and the hoodie that he was in was crumped up, revealing a flash of his stomach. His sweatpants were even lower, and you could see that he was hard.

He looked so good right now.

“Hyunjin…”

“Yeah?” He asked, opening one eye to look at you, his lower lip still jutting out in a pout. You scoot forward on the bed, pressing your lips to his, tenderly.

He was the most beautiful boy you had ever known.

You curled your hand around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours as you kissed him deeply.

“Y/N…” He sighed, grabbing you by the hips, pulling you forward.

You kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth slowly.

“Stop…” He suddenly whined, pulling back to rest his head against yours.

“Stop what?”

“Stop being irresistible, I’m too sleepy to fuck you well” He mumbled. God, he was so adorable.

You laughed “It’s okay, Hyun. Let’s go back to sleep, yeah? It’s almost 4 am”

“Hmm” He frowned, still muddled with sleep. You doubt either of you would remember this in the morning. It felt like a dream that you forgot as soon as you wake up.

“What is it now?” You asked, running your fingers through his soft, angelic hair.

“I…”

“What is it, Hyun?” You asked, shifting closer to him, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I still want you” He said.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, biting his lip “You’re gonna think I’m crazy”

»»————

You woke up to the sun in your eyes. You squinted, the bright light was coming in through the window right in front of you and if you or Hyunjin had been smarter, you would’ve closed the blinds before falling asleep.

But you’d been so tired last night. The party had been amazing, and you were so happy that you were able to celebrate with the boys. Han was staying over at Chan’s, Yeji was probably staying with Minho.

Was it weird that you’d slept over at Hyunjin’s? Everything about yesterday felt so…normal though.

Seungmin’s bed was empty, which meant he hadn’t come home last night, or he’d slept in the hall.

The blanket was thankfully still around you, warming you up, and Hyunjin was still fast asleep, as you could tell from his light snores. You rubbed your eyes, your head throbbing just slightly, and you couldn’t even imagine how Yeji would be feeling right now.

She’d had far too much to drink yesterday, an excuse about how this was 3racha’s first party, so she had to make it special. Your phone buzzed and you reached forward to check that it was a text from Han.

Han 6:56 AM:

“Hope he took you home safe. Call me when you’re not busy, girl”

Hyunjin suddenly stirred, tightening his grip around you while he mumbled “Y/N…”

You smiled at the way he was snuggled up around you, being the perfect big spoon. You hated sleeping in other people’s beds, but maybe he could be the exception.

God, you hadn’t even thought through the consequences of this decision, coming home with him, just to fall asleep together. Fuckbuddies didn’t do that, did they?

Maybe you honestly just didn’t care anymore, about what they did or didn’t do. This was the best you’d felt in ages, the warmest, the safest, the happiest.

With him.

You yawned, turning your head to look at Hyunjin, only for him to let out a soft groan.

“What are you doing…” He mumbled, sleepily “Stop moving”

You almost asked why, before remembering what had happened last night.

“I still want you” He had said.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, biting his lip “You’re gonna think I’m crazy”

“Nothing you say to me right now could make me think you’re crazy” You had said, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. Your brain had been fuzzy with sleep, but you knew what you were saying.

“I…” Hyunjin had hesitated for a second before looking up at you, pulling his lower lip between his teeth “I’m too sleepy to fuck you but…I still wanna be inside you”

Oh.

“Hyunjin…”

“Can I?” He had asked, his voice soft, as if he was actually nervous and you wanted to laugh at the idea that he thought you could ever say no to him.

“Yeah, Hyun” You said, pressing your mouth to his again “You can”

He smiled, sleepily, a dopey look in his eyes before he kissed you back. His hands slid under the shirt that you were wearing, slowly lifting it up to your hips, fingers coming in contact with your wet underwear as he pushed it to the side.

You kissed him again.

The tiredness from the party was lingering and you turned back around, as he wrapped himself around you. He pulled his sweatpants down, just enough.

Peppering soft kisses on your neck, he pushed your hair to one side as he easily slid into you. You let out a whimper at the feeling, and he let out a soft moan, dropping his head on your shoulder.

“You feel so good, baby” He mumbled, kissing your neck “I could sleep like this forever”

“Goodnight, Hyun” You whispered, closing your eyes as you went to sleep, feeling him inside you.

The memories of that came back, along with the feeling of being full of him. Falling asleep like that had either been a terrible or a wonderful idea. You hadn’t even thought about it when he’d asked you, far too sleepy and horny and Hyunjin-y to think straight.

He felt so fucking great, his cock resting inside you.

He stirred a bit now, and you could feel him slowly getting hard inside you.

“You’re the one that’s moving now” You whined, feeling incredibly turned on at the entire situation. He nuzzled his head in your shoulder, kissing you there.

“Fine, I won’t. Let’s play a game” He spoke suddenly, his voice hoarse and raw from talking so early in the morning.

“It’s seven am…”

“So? Afraid you’ll lose?”

“I don’t even know what the game is”

“Whoever moves first, loses”

You laughed. Of course, he had to challenge himself to do something like that. You knew you weren’t gonna be the one to lose, you were too exhausted anyway, so you nodded.

“Sure, Hyun” You said. He tucked himself against you, cuddling on top of you as you closed your eyes to go back into a comfortable sleep.

It had been barely ten minutes before he began kissing your neck. You shifted slightly as his fingers danced across your bare stomach, inching towards your underwear.

“Baby” He mumbled, as his fingers inched back up towards your chest. Your head was clouded with sleep, but you couldn’t ignore the way his lips felt on your neck.

“Hyun…” You sighed, as he sucked on a spot under your ear, nibbling at it. You moaned at the feeling, clenching around him unconsciously.

“I really hate you” He said suddenly.

You blinked “What did I do now?”

“I want to move” He groaned, his cock hardening inside you, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“What the fuck…the game was your idea in the first place”

“Because I thought you’d give in first” He whined.

“No…I won’t. I can control myself” You said, resisting the urge to shift your hips against his. He felt so good inside you.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that”

He started kissing your neck, his hands sliding across your chest, grabbing it as he squeezed your tits in his palms, his fingers flicking at your nipple.

“You can’t do that…” You moaned.

“I never said we can’t”

“Hyunjin…stop” You spoke, finding it harder to stay in one place and to not give into the temptation of just asking him to fuck you awake.

“Did you really think I’ll give in first?” He growled in your ear. He turned your head to his and started kissing you, aggressively grabbing you now. You moaned as he bit your lip, and you could feel how hard he was inside you. Every little turn or shift of the hips would send a tremble through your body.

He bit down on your neck, teeth grazing over the hickey he’d just given you. He pulled you so your hips were pressed together and your eyes fluttered shut as you grind into him. You’d both given up on the game now.

His mouth moved across your neck, sucking a deep mark into your collarbone and you curled your arms around his forearm, gripping tightly as your fingernails dug into his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Y/N” He moaned “I don’t care”

He suddenly flipped you over, so he was now on top of you, staring down at you hungrily, still barely awake.

“That game was a stupid idea. I have to fuck you right now”

You nodded “It was your stupid idea”

He pressed his lips to your mouth to shut you up. You weren’t even sure how conscious he was, his eyes half closed, full lips red and his cheeks swollen in the most adorable way. He was still in in his hoodie, and somehow that made it seem just as hot as if he was shirtless.

His hands went around your hips as he grabbed your ass with a strong grip, lining up his now fully hard cock up with your entrance.

He didn’t push in just yet. His arms lay on either side of you, his eyes falling to your body underneath his. He thought you looked so good like this. Just barely awake, in his shirt, in his bed, in his necklace, his.

“What are you waiting for?” You teased.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, or you’re gonna regret it”

He slowly pushed into you, and your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling.

“Hyun…” You moaned, throwing your head back on the pillow, feeling the drag of his cock across your walls.

“God, you’re so wet for me” He whimpered, his tone needy and whiney “I slip so easily into you”

“Yeah, you do” You sighed as he grabbed your ass, shifting you further down on his cock. Your toes curled as he bottomed out inside you, his cock resting perfectly within you.

“You’re so fucking tight still” He moaned “You drive me crazy”

He began to slowly thrust into you, lazily, sleepily, but it felt so good.

Your mouth went dry as your eyes flickered back up to his. His fingers moved up to your face, tracing your lips and your tongue slid out to lick them slowly, sucking on them. He groaned at the sight, his cock twitching, thrusting into you stronger this time.

You closed your eyes, head tossed back, letting him set the pace. He was slow, deliberate with each movement. The crescents of his nails dug into your hips again as he gripped you tightly, to thrust harder.

“Fuck…Hyunjin-” You moaned, opening your eyes to look at him. His eyebrows were knitted together, full lips parted, his gaze locked onto yours as his messy morning hair fell across his face. He looked so beautiful, the light blonde strands catching the morning sunlight in them. His hips rolled against yours, slow, steady.

Your heart clenched at the sight of the boy.

He was absolutely perfect.

He noticed the gaze in your eyes, his pace slowing as he leaned down to kiss you “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, kissing him back and grabbing his face within your hands, as he continued rocking his hips into yours, each thrust tightening your stomach.

“I’m okay, you…you just feel so good” You sighed, locking your arms around his neck so you could keep him close to you.

“You like it?” He asked, softly, kissing you, and then kissing the side of your mouth “You like waking up with my cock inside you?”

You moaned at his words “I love it so much, Hyun”

“Am I fucking you well, baby?”

“You’re so good” You sighed, feeling another thrust deep in your stomach, your back arching at the sensation. Hyunjin leaned down to press kisses into your collarbone, yanking your hips down on his cock now.

“You’re my favorite thing to wake up to” He sighed, his cheeks and face red, his eyes half lidded as he chased your highs.

“And you’re mine” You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, wanting him to never stop.

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this, right?” He suddenly asked, “I’m the only one that can fuck you this well?”

You nodded, even though it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Good” He hummed, increasing his pace. His fingers dropped to your clit, rubbing soft circles and you let out a moan.You tensed up at the feeling, it felt so good.

“Hyun--please” You cried, feeling desperate now. Hyunjin nodded, going faster, his fingers working at your bud, both bodies moving frantically.

“You’re so…” He moaned “You’re so fucking unbelievable”

Hyunjin then grabbed your thighs, angling himself deeper inside you.

“I’m so close” You whispered breathlessly, as he thrusted hard and fast, until you felt your wave wash over you, the knot loosening inside you as you came undone.

You moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back, the tingling, overwhelming sensation spreading through every part of your body.

“Cum in me” You blurted, pulling his face down to yours again “Please Hyun”

He nodded “Of course”

He increased his pace, chasing his high with sloppy but still perfect thrusts, the air mixed with his groans, and you kissed him, feeling his full lips and his tongue on yours.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” He groaned loudly, needy and whiney, just as he came inside you.

Your eyes shut to revel in the feeling, stars floating in front of your eyes, feeling so full of Hyunjin in every single way possible.

His head dropped down onto yours.

You felt like you were in the clouds, breathing heavily with the boy on top of you. You felt him soften inside you, and you whimpered as he slipped out, collapsing next to you.

“That was…” His voice was hoarse.

“Yeah” You nodded, unsure how you could even speak right now. You turned to your head to look at him, he looked fucked out and tired, sweaty strands sticking to his face, lips glistening wet and swollen, his eyes squinted, the sweatshirt he was in hugging his body, the sunlight hitting his face just right.

What was going on with you?

He turned his head towards you, staring at you, before leaning in to give you a kiss. He suddenly laughed, pulling back, his laughter filling the empty room.

“What?” You smiled “What is it?”

He looked back at you, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes “Weren’t you supposed to be on top this time?”

You groaned “Shut up, you’re the one who wanted to play your stupid game”

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” He giggled, turning on his side to look at you full, his eyes drinking in how you looked right now, in his bed.

“It was a stupid game” You rolled your eyes.

“Not as stupid as you”

“Shut up! You’re such an asshole” You cried, pushing him and he laughed again, loudly, the sound warming every part in your body.

“Don’t lie to me” He said, pulling you back against him “You loved it”

You hummed “Maybe I did”

Hyunjin pulled you within his arms again, running his hands through your hair as he kissed you. You lay on your side, hands tangled in his soft hair, lazily making out for what felt like hours.

Until he pulled back, whining “No, I’ll get hard again”

You sighed, resting your head on your chest “You’re so sensitive today, Hyun”

He laughed, putting his hands inside your shirt to warm you up “I can’t help it with you”

Even though he’d just had possibly the best morning sex, no fuck that, the best sex of his life, he couldn’t help but have his mind drift back to the party yesterday and to what he’d heard in the kitchen.

Han’s words floated around his head, making his stomach clench with anxiety. About how you didn’t need this right now, especially after what happened in high school. What was he even talking about? All he remembers from high school is hating you, and you hating him back, but that was no revelation or anything new.

What else had even happened ?

The way he’d felt about you yesterday was no joke, and he would be stupid to boil it down to just attraction, right?

Hyunjin could admit that he was stupid at times, but that would be a new low.

Being out there in the balcony with you had made him feel all sorts of ways, and maybe everybody, including him knew he didn’t really hate you anymore.

Of course he didn’t.

Not with the way he was reveling in the feeling of you within his arms right now, kissing you every few seconds as if that’s what he needed to live.

“My head hurts” You whined softly, and Hyunjin felt his heart tug.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay soon” He pulled you into another sweet kiss.

He wished his head hurt, and not his heart.

And he wish he would have had a hangover this morning instead of you.

At least then he could blame everything he was feeling on the alcohol.

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[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Necklace

A/n: I knooooooow I said I'll post it tomorrow but I couldn't wait. Eren is really something so I hope you all enjoy this. Feel free to look ✨disrespectfully✨ I don't know if I'm embarrassed or not by this pls

Pairing: Eren/ Reader

Summary: sometimes the backseat of a car is the ideal place to find yourself in, so long as it's with Eren Yeager

Tags/ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, car sex

"Aw fuck!"

The drizzling cold enticed any of the skin that you had exposed, piercing through teeny molecules of flesh with what felt like severely dangerous needles. The loud, panting breaths that escaped both you and your partner merged in sheer fog, yet they clattered with the windows around you, staining the transparent material of glass like heavy curtains.

A mewl like sound reached your ears, ringing through your head for the upteenth time this evening only as if to reward you for your hard work.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Eren's hand shot off of your head so fast that it felt like he had been burnt only to land to the window next to him. A big hand print was plastered onto the foggy window, letting a few droplets of moisture run onto the rubber frames of the car.

The kitten like lick you placed onto his head, picking up the much dreaded drop of precum sent his head colliding in such force with the head of the backseat that the hard foam inside its industrial cover bounced his head to the front.

A bold hand cupped onto his balls, kneading the smooth skin in a manner that was firm in all the right ways. Eren bit his lip at that, a low grunting moan leaving his throat after scratching onto his vocal chords. Leaning further down you accommodated more of him in your mouth, trapping his shaft on to your pallette with your tongue before letting him off with a loud pop, only to repeat the action again.

Eren couldn't help himself, his digits run through your hair, despite being frozen, locked into place, stroked your scalp tenderly as if he found it in him to move even an inch. But when his lower stomach was churching beyond a sane point he only found it fitting to gather all of his remaining energy to treat you with a kiss.

In a heartbeat, the flats of his palms came to your cheeks tagging towards his face until he managed to open his eyes into yours. Teal orbs that were so beautifully decorated with gray specs started back into yours, hazed with lust to the maximum. You spoke no word, instead, you plopped his member off your hot mouth with a loud pop, revealing your swollen, slick with his own lust lips to him before curling the line of your mouth into a small smirk.

The cold air licked over his shaft, sending shivers across his spine yet you acted as if you knew that it was bound to happen. Carefully you wrapped both of your hands around his member, giving firm squeezes across his length with your right while twirling your left onto his base, eager to trap as much blood as you could into his erection.

"Oh fuck that feels so fucking good."

"Mhm baby"

Eren clenched his teeth as he tugged on your face again, much more forcefully this time and you couldn't help but comply to his unspoken request.

Instantly, your lips were clashed onto his, your teeth colliding from the action but you chose to ignore it as you moved your mouth on his in your own accord. Eren pushed further into the kiss, his tongue darting out towards your bottom lip to order you to open your mouth for him, to which you simply complied without teasing back.

"Fuck!" Eren said for the thousandth time "you're killing me tonight princess!"

In response your thumb circled his slit, collecting all of his slick, gushing precum, playing with how tender or soft you pressed onto him with every circle.

His tongue danced inside your mouth again, exploring the salty spots of taste he had left behind, his nose sniffing as much air as he could managed to make his lungs function halfway decently.

"As much as I like kissing you," you said, pulling back from his lips before delving into them again "I want to fucking devour you right now."

The words spiralled into Eren's brain, sending a whirlpool of desire to his lower abdomen. With wide eyes he nodded, swallowing any remaining saliva into his mouth hard enough to fill the small space of his car with the sound.

"Look at you being such a whore for my cock." He whined.

In reality, he didn't know how he could find it in himself to stand tall to his usual nature of dominance, or rather, how he managed to put any effort into it. His hands eagerly let go of your face and rested between your messy (h/c) locks once again.

Hungrily, you returned to his member, running the flat of your tongue teasingly over his head before licking the rest of his underside. When Eren hissed, you rubbed his tip sloppily over your lips and gathered your sweet saliva in your mouth, deciding that it was time to warm him up once again.

The premative sound of his voice enticed you, causing a strangle series of bubbles to form into your abdomen at the thought of what affect you could have at him. You were so hitched over the fact that you could make him melt and mewl under your touch that it excited you to no end.

As your heart sped up though, your jaw remained restless, opening eagerly to accommodate him once again. Your tongue flattened as you grabbed the base of his member right under his balls, bobbing him slowly into your mouth.

Eren's eyes watered as he watched you, his teeth digging into the chapped flesh of his lips so hard that he thought he could taste the piercing iron taste of blood, but he paid it no mind; how could he? How could he, when he felt so hang up on your total conquer of his body.

After a few thrusts you popped him out of your mouth, a longing haze in your eyes as you fixated them into his. You felt him burning holes into your orbs, your heart spreading up at the sight of him unravelling before you in such way. Your legs almost rubbed together to relieve some of the tention you yourself were feeling.

Eren seemed to notice, despite the vertigo that was written into his rich orbs, because a hand came to slightly squeeze onto your panty clad buttock. Four long digits wiggled there way under the line of your underwear, working vigorously to simply shove the clothe to the side as you finally decided to take a smooth ball into your mouth, giving it a little suck and a simultaneous long lick.

"More" Eren panted. "Take the other one too, don't stop jerking me baby."

While you were pleased with the loud sound Eren let out you wanted to stay victorious over your affect on him before delving into your own pleasure, though Eren begged for the opposite. Finally a frozen finger that had found its way through your folds managed to launch onto your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, leaving you vulnerable to let out a mewl of satisfaction.

With much determination focused on the movements in your hands you began to stroke him in a swirling motion, once again flattening your tongue as you felt him thrusting his hips slightly into your open mouth.

Eren's hand wiggled further against you, pushing your bottom into the air as he laid his palm flat against you. The sweet friction left your hips shaking, urging you to rub yourself just to prompt the slightest increase of pressure from his hand. Eren eagerly gave into your neediness, delving his middle finger just in the opening of your entrance while his thumb came to press onto your clit steadily.

When it happened, you shrieked, your chest heaving as your knees dug into the wide seat of the car with force, immediately sending a smirk of triumph onto Eren's face. Your moans were muffled by his member, the deep grunt you had wanted to let out transforming into a pleasuring vibration that spread all over him.

"Don't stop baby, I'm gonna come!" Eren's breath hitched in his throat as he spoke, his voice barely audible as it struggled to reach your ears.

You pressed on him, skillfully maneuvering the screw of your hands on him as you rubbed just below his tip, sending numerous hisses to come out of his mouth. His grip on your hair tightened while his hand momentarily stopped it's torment over you. Happy that you realised he was focusing on his release, you bobbed your head faster on him, reaching out two fingers to press just underneath his balls.

The pressure on the spot made Eren moan and widen his eyes, an inaudible curse leaving his mouth as he pushed his hips towards you further. With fast movements you stroked him up and down, your own hand colliding with your mouth, merely spreading the slickness of your drool over his whole length.

"Keep going like that and I'm going to come in your mouth."

"Mhm" you chuckled.

"That's it" Eren squirmed "Im gonna-"

Eren's thighs turned into stone, his whole body frozen as a strong ribbon of his release exploded into your mouth in spurts. His breath paced, his heart heaped into his chest, his eyes dilated as his head started feeling lighter that usual.

You got off of him, bringing a soft hand on his thigh to brush upon his hot skin, tenderly caressing pools of skin here and there. You leaned in softly, placing mellow kisses on places where your fingers couldn't caress, eliciting wondrous sounds off of Eren.

Finally, your eyes were fixed on his again, gleaming in unshed specs tears. Even though Eren's eyebrows were raised in agonising pleasure they furrowed dangerously as he kept staring at you. You felt your stomach tighten upon his gaze, a new, intense shock of arousal washing through you.

A needy gaze was all he needed to send him growling like a wild animal against you. Eren pushed past your face, bringing his face impossibly close to your ear. His breath ghosted over the spot, sending ripping shivers on your nape as he dragged his tongue in the tormentous manner across your lobe.

Nevertheless, in a moment where you felt your heart start speaking again you brought your forehead to Eren's forearm, eager to finally allow yourself to catch your breath. Looking around, you noticed how that hand print on the window had been covered with fog once again, your hand giving a small squeeze on Eren's bicep as you rubbed your lips over his silky smooth skin. His thumb rubbed a single soothing circle on your back before giving your butt a small prompting slap and, for a moment, you were sure you heard him chuckle with his own antics

"Time to get your shirt off babe." You heard Eren call as you cooed into his arm further.

You simply smiled knowingly in response. This was definitely going to be a long night.

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[bluebuckstallion]

the sun will rise again - mlp fic

part two this is part one! part two and so on will be updated/reblogged when they are out! contents: aj and big mac are like. 13 and 15. big mac realizes she is a trans woman, and is guided by applejack, but there is much more to it than just that lol. its also a little hard for her. sappy, feel-good, tough internal conflict but overall happy fic. paragraph one is previewed here, the rest is below the cut! (note: i am aware my blog makes posts a little hard to read bc of a glitch, i am trying to fix it at the moment, i apologize D: i rec reading it on tumblr mobile or highlighting the words as you read, im sorry!)

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Big Mac shuffled his hooves awkwardly. Racing thoughts fought furiously, cluttering his hurting head, and he put a weary hoof against his temple in an attempt to clear the fog. No avail. It was as strong as ever, the rushing current of rip tide sweeping him in the more he struggled. He insisted he'd never felt this way before, trying violently to shake away the thought, it made him shudder. But deep down somewhere he knew, he couldn't hide this strong feeling he'd become so familiar with. It felt like home, but he was trapped inside with the windows boarded and the floorboards were so old they were making him fall through with every step, and there were thick dusty cobwebs everywhere he tried to rest his burdened hooves. He couldn't leave. Outside of his overflowing head, there was a faint knocking at his door, though he had tuned it out completely. His thoughts whirled, and everything was making *so* much noise, the ceiling fan, the electricity in the walls, the birds outside, even the trees being rustled by the evening wind. Everything was so loud, and so muffled and far away, so close and inside his ears, they twitched eagerly trying to bat the harsh noise away, all collected into one horrid ear-piercing amalgamation of staticy sound. His fur was disturbed by his blankets, and his teeth felt uncomfortable as they grit desperately in an attempt to relax, his eyes were dry despite how much and how hard he was blinking, it felt like even the smallest thing would throw him overboard in this thundering storm of unsettlement. -

The knocking got louder. "Big Mac!" The sound was lost in the chaos of it all, but it prevailed. "Big Mac!" There it was again. It didn't quite reach him yet, though. But my, was it there. Incessant. Pounding. Oh, the headache of it all. Just adding to the pile. It hesitated. "Big Mac." The gentle coo reached him, piercing through the overwhelmingly loud silence in the air, he felt this odd choking sensation in his throat when he registered the voice, so familiar and so loving. But would it continue to be after this? The thought scared him. Fear struck his spine in striking bolts, waves of dread sulked, creeping in and making their nest in his aching body. He was so tired of coming back to this again and again, but it plagued his mind like a cold. He realized his internal monologue had been ongoing - even though it hadn't really spoke - but alas he had been lost in his own downward spiral of paranoia again, and had forgotten to respond. "Yu- uh- eeyup?" he stuttered out like he was drowning, he felt and sounded like a silly foal learning to walk for the first time again. He pushed his hoof lightly against his throat, shocked at his own lack of voice. Usually he was calm and confident, knowing what he wanted to say, despite how little it ever was. However he feared this would give way to his sister finding out, that she would know something was awry with him. "Can I, uh, come in?" the voice questioned. He nodded, then processed he had forgotten to use his words, and managed a sheepish "Yup." "Uh, okay." She responded equally as softly, her voice leaving a tinge of confusion to be interpreted. Applejack trotted in, her hooves making the wood beneath her creak as the old house settled. She nudged the door shut behind her nonchalantly with her back hoof, not taking her gaze off of what was ahead of her. She made a gesture towards Big Mac's bed and tilted her head, knowing he was a horse of few words, moreso when he got this way. And goodness, how he could manage to get into his own head. Applejack understood the feeling, more than he was letting on. Applejack got up and sat down awkwardly, glancing at her hooves as they, too, dragged over one another slowly, she never did like eye contact. Big Mac was more fidgety - he was straight-up restless, as he clapped his hooves together ceaselessly, clicking them atop one another with a hard "Clink." The silence was substantial, but it wasn't like it bothered them, usually. It drove Big Mac up the wall, he was sweating buckets thinking about what Applejack could possibly say. *Did she find out? Does she know? Does she hate me? She hates you. She knows and she hates you. She'll never forgive you. She'll never see you the same-* his thoughts were cut off abruptly. "So, big brother," she chuckled stiffly, "what's on your mind?" Blunt and to the point. She looked upward briefly, catching a glimpse of his face, caught in an uncomfortable twist as his mouth hung downward and his eyes sunk, staring blankly ahead. Neither of them looked at the other, but this again, was not unusual. When she said 'brother,' the word stung like a mosquito bite. It was barely there, but just enough to irritate him. And it grew bigger the more he picked away at it and gave it the time of day. Maybe if he just ignored it it'd heal itself, he thought. Her words in general hung high above his head, and he had forgotten to respond with the way he was over-analyzing it a million different ways inside. What was on his mind, besides this scary, burning question gnawing him alive? He gave a lackluster response to divert any inkling of anxiety, "Oh, nothing," and with that he kicked his back hooves loosely up, and they swung back down heavily in the empty air. What else could he say? The silence sat for a couple of seconds. Too long for Applejack's liking, she was growing a bit impatient with his lack of answers. She looked up and moved her head upward in tune with her eyes, rolling her head from one shoulder to the other as her lips pouted and she let out a quick exhale. She looked down at her teetering hooves again. "Nothing..." she repeated, tapping her hooves together about three times, give or take, she wasn't paying attention. "Oookay.." she said in a quiet tone, and the cadence in her voice had shifted after this minute or two of waiting. She scratched the back of her ear. "Well, if you won't tell me, I'll figure it out myself." She looked up and beamed what was supposed to be a reassuring smile, which came out rather awkward. It fell just as awkwardly. She wasn't the best at conveying emotion, but neither was Big Mac. They had that in common. "Ok, I'll spit it out, rapid-fire," she said funnily, holding her hooves up and moving one in front of the other and back again in tune with the quirky enunciation of the last word. If nothing else, she was making an attempt to lift his low spirit. She inhaled, "Is it about me? About Ma or Pa? *Granny?* Baby Bloom?" and with that she exhaled overexaggeratedly. It took a second, but the half-smile she had faded from her face as he stood there saying nothing, simply folding one hoof over his other arm, rubbing it rigidly and looking away, and what she hoped was not true, had hit her. It was about himself. "Oh.. brother," she whispered to him, "You can tell me anything," she reached her hoof up toward him, pulling it back when it was halfway there as she winced at his lack of response, not even a lean-in to her gesture, but she continued anyway. She gingerly put her hoof on his shoulder. Becoming more confident with her comforting, she rubbed his back gently. "So it's about you?" He took a second, and nodded somberly. "Hey, that's alright. Tell me what's on your mind for real now, when you're ready. If, you're ready." AJ's voice, he found, was quite calming. Big Mac shot a glance at her timidly, then down at her hooves, and back up at her, but he couldn't look too long in order to stop the waterworks from coming. He gulped dryly and looked at the wall, and after the ceiling. He watched the fan dodder decrepitly, but so sure of itself, it's purpose, rotating on it's axis, again, and again, and again. He wished he could be so sure of himself, he wasn't sure if he ever could be, though. And here, he found himself envying the rotating of a ceiling fan. What an interesting moment, he thought sarcastically to himself. Was this really where he was at? He zoned out briefly, watching the blades go in circles, and then snapped himself back to reality with a hard blink, a downward motion of his head, and a squeezing of his hooves. "I..." he started softly and then trailed off. He sighed in dejection. "I- Well, I am me. But... I'm not. I look in the mirror, and it's not me looking back. I know that sounds... stupid, but it's not me. It's not like it isn't who I am, it's just not me. And I, don't know why. I mean I think I do, but I don't - sometimes-" He took a second to collect himself and inhaled, exhaling sharply after, he put his hoof firmly against his chest, as if almost trying to coax the words out. "I'm me, but I'm not. I'm not who I'm meant to be, I, I was born wrong. My body is wrong," he shook his head, like trying to shake the bad thoughts away. "It's not mine. I was born with something wrong about me, outside, inside I'm me, but outside I'm not. But - I'm not bad or anything, it's just that there was something different. And, you know that funny feeling of those butterflies in your tummy when someone you like says your name? I'll get that, but I won't recognize my name as mine, but I do get that feeling when...ponies accidentally call me what they call fillies, even though they don't mean to and fix 'emselves right after, and they act like it's so wrong, but I still get that funny feeling of, goodness. It catches me off guard in the best way... my heart skips a beat. And I know I'm s'posed to like girls, but there was something wrong about me lovin' 'em... it feels like. I feel real guilty-like when I start getting all lovey about one. It feels like I'm not allowed, like there's somethin'.."  he teared up, "different. About me." He emphasized the last word quite significantly. He began to finish, not wordvomitting as much as he was before, instead saying it slowly, as if he was really trying hard to get his thoughts out. "I- I think, I think if I were born in the right body I'd be happier, but I don't want to change me, I just...want to change how people *see me."* Applejack raised her eyebrows and looked down, pushing her hooves together. She couldn't move, and she didn't. Big Mac's welling up had turned to a tear, gently rolling down his cheek. He held his breath, eyes darting back and forth from his sister's gaze - or lack thereof. Applejack held her breath as well. "Big mac, well - gosh." she let out staggeredly, anxiously chuckling, raising her hoof to her chest as she exhaled bluntly. Big Mac felt it coming, Roaring and Crashing. The water was surrounding him still, no matter how subtle it was before, it had been growing this whole time. Internal dread multiplying like a bilious bacteria, out to get him and cover him in it's killing spores. It must've been at least neck-high now. AJ chuckled, "Big Mac, I love you no matter what. You're my family." She looked him in the eyes, "It's gonna be ok." And there was the straw that broke the camel's back. It came through gently, like a soft breeze through his hair in summer, but it broke him so, so ruthlessly. He bit at his bottom lip and released, his mouth turning to a shaky U-shaped frown, and he bawled. Oh, how he bawled. He lunged for his sister's arms, which quickly opened for him to land in. Applejack huffed as the wind left her with his impact, but she regained control of herself and softly smiled, tenderly hugging him back. His head rested on hers, as hers on his. "It's alright big guy," she laughed. "In fact, I think I know exactly what's up." She pushed him off cautiously, and held her hoof against his shoulder. His tears subsided slightly, he wiped them with a trembling hoof. "Have you ever thought that maybe you feel like you're in the wrong body, because you're really a mare? I know nobody sees you that way right now, but I could start if that's who you really are." Big mac's pupils constricted, and he felt a leap in his chest. A mare? He tried so hard to push it out, but he couldn't. A mare. A mare! He let out a small smile, "A mare..." he then promptly shook his head. "But, I can't be. I wish it was that easy, that I could just be a mare, oh I wish so bad AJ," he put his hooves together and shook them, like he was pleading. He pushed her hoof off of him, sighing and speaking again, his voice cracking from the tears and raw emotion, "But I never could. I couldn't. I wish I could, but I'm not allowed to." he sighed defeatedly. Applejack chuckled, "Says who? All it takes is you saying you can. And I'll be honest, I feel like a lot of people don't give it much thought whether they want to be a mare or not - they just are." It all clicked. They, just are. He processed it for a second, and thought, and the thoughts slipped into words, "I'm a mare," he whispered. He smiled, the most genuine smile he'd ever shown. "I'm, a mare." He laughed, looking at Applejack. "A mare! I'm a mare!" His smile faded slightly, "But Applejack, am I still allowed to like other fillies? I figure now I'll have to like colts, that's what I've heard at least, and I really don't want to-" despite his concerns, he still looked quite euphoric. Applejack laughed again, "No, Big Mac, you can still like mares. It doesn't work that way I'm pretty sure." She rubbed the back of her head, "If it's any help, you can do whatever you want... What feels right." She closed her mouth and grinned, waving her hoof in the air dismissively of any negativity, her eyes in the other direction. Stopping, she looked at the ground and fiddled her hooves, "I, I actually know a lot about how you're feeling," she spoke nervously, cautiously, dancing around her words like she had something she didn't want to admit to herself as well. "I, know how you feel - about liking mares and, and the wrong body an' stuff. Feeling like your body isn't yours, it doesn't belong to you and never will, unless you make a big change, or somethin'. I get it. I feel wrong when people say I'm a girl, but I don't reckon I'd feel right with them callin' me a boy or something either - I don't think I really feel like either." She paused, cutting herself off, "I don't expect that to make sense to you, I know it's kind of weird and all." Big Mac thought for a bit, and then nodded, "No, I get it. I mean - I don't, but, I know you're you, no matter what, and I don't care who you are, you're still my sibling." Big Mac smiled nervously, trying to make sure he was doing the right thing. "And you're my sister, Big Mac," Applejack smiled back at him. "Now, how do you feel about me calling you by girl terms? Like, sayin' she, and stuff..." she struggled to think of an example. "Oh! Like, if I meet someone, I'll tell 'em "Oh Big Mac? She's my big sister!" Applejack let out a wide twinkling grin, feeling confident and proud with supporting her sister's feelings. "I, I like that." Big Mac said shyly, and she did. "Wait, how do I do the same for you?" she questioned. Applejack stalled, she really didn't think she'd get this far. "I think... I really like being called he, and brother and such. Although to be honest I'm not your sister and I'm not really your brother, and I still like other fillies - but I'm not one of them, or not in the same way, and - I don't know, it's a little confusing. I think the only way that I'm a filly is in the sense that I'm a mare who likes other mares. I don't really know what any of this is called," he voiced embarrassedly. "I wish I did." Big Mac smirked, "It's okay you don't, I don't know either. And we can learn together, little brother." She fluffed Applejack's hair playfully and her smirk became a toothy smile. Applejack laughed and joined her smiling. "Thanks," he said, quite gratefully. "To be honest, I've known this for a really long time, I just didn't know how to say it," he looked out the window longingly, "I wish I knew how to tell Ma and Pa, or Granny," he laughed a little, "and I don't even know how to tell a baby," he uttered, trying to lighten the mood a little after bringing it back down. Big mac grinned, "Why don't we go out to the orchard, little brother?"

[keyofjetwolf]

GIFTENING Bonus Rounds

For each category, I included a “bonus round” question. YOU GUYS KILLED IT. I loved all the answers, but listed below are some of my particular favourites.

Haruka Tenoh is trapped in the wrong anime! Which would you have her visit next?

I want her to earth shake Kyubey out of existence, please and thank you

My bride is a mermaid. She can relate. :P

i think she would THRIVE in bodacious space pirates. gay teenage space pirates whose job is to dress up, be Dramatic, and rob the wealthy??? that shit is RIGHT up her alley

Hamtaro

Princess Tutu - where the world is finally as dramatic as her

PGSM (and Michiru is trapped with her, for REASONS)

Pokemon because everyone deserves to be happy

Any moe-style series so hijinks can ensue at her being baffled by everyone's ages

1960's Speed Racer

is is this a captcha or something i missed oh god

Free! so she can be indifferent to all the hot men and slightly uncomfortable because she still can't swim. 

Stick Haruka in a Gundam!

Dump her in Pretear or one of the Precures! It would be hilarious! She's never in the genre she wants to be!

Revolutionary Girl Utena, so she can be offended by misuse of roses.

Initial D, she will out-drive and out-drift all those guys and steal all their girls.

Evangelion. I would feel bad to watch her suffer, but it would be so, so funny for her to be the comparatively most normal person around.

Yakitake Japan! SO SHE CAN HAVE A SNACK OF DELICIOUS RIDICULOUS BREAD BEFORE THE NEXT INTERDIMENSIONAL ANIME STORM WHISKS HER AWAY.

The Holograms or the Misfits? DISCUSS

Holograms

both? both. BOTH IS GOOD

misfits bc Evil Ladies Hot

Steven and the stevens

Misfits.  How dare you make us try to think about anything in our lives.

Both, you mad fool. Those combined songs were the best.

The Misfits, their songs are better

The Misgrams: A group of girls who form a singing telegram start up company, but constantly deliver the telegrams to the wrong people.

kimber & stormer

Neither. Limp Lizards all the way. BROKEN GLASS.

I do not know what these things are

Misfits because guitar motorcycle

The Isle of Misfit Holograms

Holograms is just arguably better

I mean, I’m told the Misfits’ songs are better, but my true answer is the band Kimber and Stormer made in that big gay episode you liveblogged (checks) almost four years ago.

I've no idea what these words mean and I hope this does not make me TOO uncool.

this is about jem, right? right?? im hip i swear

Misfits, because Jasper is a member apparently

I don't know from Jem, but I mean...I certainly prefer holographic material to Glenn Danzig? So I guess there's your answer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Stingers

LIMP LIZARDS FOREVER

Senshi Band

You can make me liveblog a full series of any show you want! You also hate me. What do you have me watch?

Pick a GoT rip-off, any GoT rip-off

The Bachelor?

The Bachelor :(

depends on how much i hate you, but....probably the bachelor. quantity AND lack of quality

Critical role, it would take forever

If I were a horrible person who sought only malice?  Big Bang Theory.  Entire series.

Toddlers and Tiaras

The Mandalorian - Disney would come after you and kill keyofjetwolf just as dead as keyofnik.  We would all be very sad, you would have to go through a second round of restoring things to a new tumblr account, and your organizational heart would weep over adding yet another hosting site out of chronological order.

You are liveblogging Eva, and must discuss in full detail Shinji's emotional state at all times.

Hannity & Colmes

The Kardashians. And all of their spin offs. *kisses*

The price is right

the bachelor

Probably something with lots of romance and no friendships. Soap operas are like that, right? My college roommate used to watch General Young Light Restless Hospital of Our Lives (which one had Like and Laura?) And it was torture.

One Piece, because it's over 900 episodes so you could maybe do 10% before you die, also you will hate how the women are treated most of the time.

Fushigi Yuugi. Not only do you hate it but it also comes with you squirming when you admit to watching the whole thing. ;) 

Plus belle la vie. It's an ongoing French soap opera that has been airing five days a week since 2004, they're nearing their 4000th episode and there's no end in sight. Imagine all those hours upon hours submerged in French drama, mwahahaha!!

The Bachelor.  Or the Bachelorette, maybe - more straight dudes in that.

The Young and the Restless - IT IS THE LIVEBLOG THAT NEVER ENDS. IT WOULD OUTLAST THE INTERNET.

The entirety of the Bachelor franchise.

You can only play one game for the rest of your life. Which game would it be and why?

Kingdom Hearts Complete Collection. A) I love them. B) I beat the system and get like 10 games instead of one.

Gemcraft. This game actually takes a lifetime to finish.

Hatoful Boyfriend. It is the best game ever created. Feel it in your heart.

that's a mean question and you can't make me answer it

Pathfinder, which you could play for the rest of your life and still never finish.

Civ VI , so I can rule the world without leaving my house.

I am legitimately perturbed by this question and refuse to answer it.

Pokemon Go. I would have nothing else, but I would catch them all.

The Elder Scrolls Skyrim: I'll never run out of side-quests.

Mass Effect--it's the only way I'll get full completion. 

The dinosaur game on Chrome when the internet doesn't connect because my life is monotonous and it's a welcome relief. 

Stardew Valley. Peaceful farmer life and turning my children into doves when I'm bored with them.

Crabs Adjust Humidity

Oh my! A number of things come to mind, not one of them fit for print. Just, you know...*gestures vaguely* sex shit. 

I can't even stick to the ones I play now.

This is the worst of all possible things and I refuse to answer. 

Monopoly, I hate myself :(

Probably Minecraft! I haven't gotten into it because I know if I start I will NEVER STOP. Who would do things like build a hundred foot tall statue of Mako-chan? A-THAT'D BE ME.

the game. Of LIFE! *shrug emoji*

I don't believe I'll tell you, because I AM a salty little fish and it was HARD to cut that 11th choice off my vote.

Holligay and I are going to be the leads in a new buddy film. What's the premise? How does it end?

Be gay do crimes. Thelma and Louise. Duh. :P

I have no idea but only just surviving disaster is how it ends.

You break down in a small town during a roadtrip- your stay is full of hijinks and ends with you teaching the townsfolk the true meaning of friendship.

Doctor Holligay, Esquire, PhD, renowned Jewish femme of many talents, is assigned one Operative Jet Wolf as her bodyguard on a foreign diplomatic mission/vacation/culinary tour of the world ("same difference, shut up, narrator"). One problem: Operative Wolf needs a bodyguard herself, as the good doctor discovers when in one night her toilet is destroyed ("IT WAS A SECURITY THREAT") and Operative Wolf nearly breaks a leg falling down a small set of stairs ("THEY PUT A CLIFF OUTSIDE THE DOOR"). Worldwide shenanigans ensue as Holligay and Operative Wolf learn the true meaning of friendship, and also how to take care of themselves... by taking care of each other.

I’m not sure about the premise, but DEFINITELY it ends in murder.

Someone posted a major spoiler during one of your liveblogs. The two of you track them down seeking revenge. It turns out it was the original creator of the series trying to stop you. For some reason Holligay is a CGI badger.

It's clearly a buddy cop movie, and like all good buddy cop movies, it ends with Doc almost dying, and you saving her, and slapping her wound in the hospital as the credits roll.

It ends as it began: with Holligay roasting you.

A straight detective and her lesbian partner have to solve the case of the missing cinnamon buns.  It ends with nobody getting the guy OR the girl and you drive off into the sunset together, perps behind bars sans cinnamon buns.

I don't know what it's about but I know it will be the only movie that ever existed. 

Holligay is the lesbian chief of staff to you somehow being elected President and she's basically running the country while you're the charming face of the administration

Nerd and cowgirl meet at a bar, justifyingly murder some gross dude, go on the run from the law and have a life-changing road trip, on the way Nazis are punched

carrying a delicate object through a forest after your helicopter goes down

Thelma and Louise, but instead of dying, your deaths are clearly faked and you live on a ranch in Montana with your respective spouses and animals. One time a cop comes by the restaurant/bar you joint own with Doc and says, "You look familiar." Doc, in perfect lesbian, answers, "Jet's just got that criminal look, on account of how much she'd love to steal my cheesecake recipe. More pie?"

Queer Eye with a Straight Goy. The two of you do the show but in your own special ways.

Doc Holligay is the wild-west no-nonsense sheriff. Jet Wolf is the all-fun cyberpunk cop from the future. They punch nazis and argue about food. It ends as a tv series ala B99.

Your lives are already a buddy film, don’t get greedy.

Hands and socks.  You know how it ends.

See Grumpy Old Men for details.  How does it end?  Badly.

I can't imagine the premise, but I'm pretty sure the planet explodes.

A Coen Bros film. It ends poorly.

Wait? You're not already living this now? 

REI HINO

REI HINO

Sure. Why not?

HINO REI

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REI HINO!

Rei who? ;)

REI HINOOOOOOOOO

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MINAKO AINO

MAKOTO KINO

The best

SOCKS

MICHIRU KAIOH

It's time tooo.... REI! THAT! HINO!

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THE REAL ONE™

obviously

IS NOT A RHINO

In conclusion: Rei Hino

Rei Hino is giving this Giftening finger guns

BEAUTIFUL, STUNNING, SHOW-STOPPING, TALENTED, AMAZING, WONDERFUL

Hot stuff, lights my fire, blazes it regularly. I am out of fire jokes.

PASSION FLAME, SAILOR MARS

These hot feelings are C'EEEEEST LAAAAA VIIIIIIE c'mon rei-chan why aren't you singing along

IS THE BEST (I know who I'm talking to)

Ara!

DID DOCTOR HOLLIGAY PHD NOMINATE THE OPTION OF TALKING ABOUT MICHIRU KAIOH FOR 6 HOURS!!

If Hot Pocket were to plan One Last Heist, what do you think would be his objective? What would be Mina's role in his master plan?

Master Hot Pocket seeks BREAD. His friend and loyal companion, Mina-pup, acts as a distraction, as he has learned the humans are easily distracted by cute. While she does her sworn duty as Best Friend and Cutest Goodest Girl, probably with lolling tongue and glee at all the pets she receives, he picks the locks on the newly childproofed pantry, and Master Howard H. Pocket FEASTS AS NO CAT HAS BEFORE.

Every bag of flour in Montana; Mina runs distraction with her adorable puppy eyes

Open every container, leave none unmarked. Mina is the lookout who greets whoever comes and is completely ineffective at her job.

TAKE ALL THE FLOUR. Do it straight from the source: FlourCo Inc. What does a 10-pound cat do with eighty thousand tons of flour? If you can't figure that out, there's a reason he's the brains of this outfit. Mina would obviously be the bumbling lovable distraction to security or other people.

Bread.  Mina is The Face who provides distraction to the Keepers of the Bread by walking up to them and being herself.  Mina has absolutely no idea that Hot Pocket is using her in this manner because Hot Pocket is that Machiavellian, but Mina is a pocket full of sunshine in canine form and probably would just be happy to help out.

Hot Pocket knows that no mammal of the floor believes in flour anymore. It went away a long time ago. It doesn't exist. But what he also knows is that they're wrong. A lack of opposable thumbs won't hide the truth from him. He'll find the stash, and when he does, he'll stick his paw in it. Mina, with her limited climbing skills, will lick its remains from his claw and prove his discovery. As well as provide a warm place to curl up on for the aftermath of their adventure.

His goal is to sample every edible thing he can get his teeth on. Mina pulls triple duty as step stool, distraction, and scape goat

The Silver Crystal. Mina would play the role of Sailor V.

He is getting ALL THE FLOUR. Mina is a lovable distraction.

Looting all the carbs in the pantry. mina is distraction.

mina's role would be the "dopey" but talented best friend who it looks like HP is going to betray for the sake of the plan but then it all comes together when HP mounts a dramatic rescue. i dunno i'm still in film mode from that last one.

The Holy Bread Locked Within the Cupboard.  Mina would be the distraction, but she'd forget what she was supposed to be distracting from and end up leading you to him.

I am the Void. I am the Night. I am the Darkness with no hope of dawn. The Flour trembles before me in it's bleached fluffiness. It shall not escape my chaos, which will descend upon it like the Terrors of the Deep, claws and teeth and gnashing. It will howl at my claws. It will scream for my teeth, sharp and white, stars in the night of my fur. I shall tend and tear and -- Dammit, Dog-thing! How am I supposed to be terrible and terrifying with you wagging your tail and panting at me!? Oh, you found a good warm sunbeam? I guess I can stalk stuff later. I am the Void. I shall absorb the Sun's light and warmth and bring it into my Darkness where it cannot escape...

I'm new here and don't know all the complex lore of Jetwolf(fairly sure Mina is dog), so I'm going to assume that Hot Pocket is an actual hot pocket and his heist is robbing Fort Knox using Mina as his loyal stead/get away car. Then he explodes a microwave or something.

i lik the bred

Mina as the distraction while he takes one last tastes of EVERYTHING 

objective--stealing more chips; Mina--surprise betrayal 

The scene: Mama Jet's pantry The Objective: the bag of cake flour Aunt Doc made Mama Jet buy but she's never used Mina: confused but excited escape vehicle and/or scapegoat

RAIDING THE KING ARTHUR FLOUR FACTORY. Mina is of course adorable and keeps everyone's attention while Hot Pocket swan dives into the flour like Uncle Scrooge

Hot Pocket would definitely try to steal a monument, Carmen SanDiego style. Mina, of course, is the multi-talented and super cute face of the operation.

I have no idea who Hot Pocket is

HP would try to scale the tallest building in the world. Not to steal anything, just to be up there. Mina would be the adorable diversion.

It would be to get whatever food you've left on the counter. Preferably bread. He would tell Mina that he'll give her some of she acts as a distraction. She's a good dog so she does. He's a cat so she gets no food.

Truly, truly, THE GIFTENING winner is us all.

[dojaeism-archived]

[ 1 ] my other ask didn't want to send yesterday rip 💀 but now we've got wifi so :D hopefully this one'll send because i literally forgot what i wrote in the ask that didn't send JSJD anyways for opm, i prefer the old songs and bands :3 but there are some that are really well known and are covered a lot and are just played for fun (like just for "jamming" 😆) hm like to name some of my faves: huling sayaw - kamikazee, ang huling el bimbo - eraserheads, magbalik - callalily - 💓

[ 2 ] actually recently, opm is actually becoming more popular, which is surprising to me honestly hskdw like i pretty much couldn't believe nct listens to ben&ben (mark i think? if not pls help JSHS) but it's really nice knowing that :3 and like idk if you've seen the mini event thing the nvyctmail admins posted, but you think we can do drippin'? and probably dear dream too? :D ❤❤❤ - 💓

hellooooo sorry this is kinda late but ohhh thank you for the recs, ill be sure to listen once im free!!!!! but yes mark listens to ben&ben hehehe and of course we can do the events! ill start here :D

drippin’: nct hoe songs. discuss. JFNGLKJFDGN this is kinda funny to me bc my fav songs (among others) are baby don’t like it (MY ALL TIME FAVE like this song is always always in any and every playlist i make), drippin’, love talk, whiplash, h2h.... in case u couldn’t tell... nct hoe anthems are my thing HAHAHHA how about yours!!

dear dream: if you could have one wish, what would you wish with that one wish? what would you want? hmmmm i’d probably say.. i’d wish for contentment! im a really restless person, the kind who’s always in search of something new to interest them etc and i guess i’d just really like to know what it feels like to be satisfied with what i already have/know and learn to constantly stop looking for ‘more’ ya know? 

have a good day 💗💗

[theexecutionerssong]

i was tagged by @eliottdemmaury and @librarikay thank you for thinking of me ♥♥

Post 6 random facts about yourself and tag your 10 favorite followers

1. I used to be a metalhead with various emo/punk moments, meaning my fashion style was mostly black lace 24/7 and heavy silver jewelry and boots, and when it wasn’t that it was ripped jeans and stripes. I dyed my hair bright  BRIGHT red for a while. I wish I could do bright colors again without destroying it :( 

2. Music is my everything and I want to learn how to sing and play the drums, the cello and the piano and honestly as many instruments as I can, but those are my top 3. I feel restless if I don’t go to at least a gig a week.

3. I am unable to sleep if I don’t read something. No matter the time or who I’m with or if I can barely keep my eyes opened, I can’t sleep without reading a few pages. It’s the only thing that can kill my insomnia during the worst nights, even music can’t.

4. I don’t drink alcohol

5. I designed my tattoo and I’ve got 4 others ready to get done that I’ve designed myself too but I can’t afford them yet

6. I have been looking for a job that I could enjoy for a long time and I’m feeling extremely guilty about taking so long. I’m an anxious mess who hasn’t had a good night sleep in a few months, I’ve bitten all my nails raw when they are usually very long, and I’m really starting to panic about my future. I’ve also erased that last point 5 times because I’m so ashamed but it also feels kinda nice to say it ~out loud

i’m tagging @jebentnietalleen @alinok @altereliott @flying-elliska@ghostlovesc0re @lone-explorer @smblmn @loudspeakeer @elsarah @vildeliens @lesbianflorenzi @choupichoups @toomanyotpfeels (on this blog or the other im not picky ^^) @softestrobbe @arthurbrousard @alterchoupisson and i think that’s already way more than 10 so i’ll stop there or I will tag everyone dfghjk

[mysteryspot-duhh]

This is still in movie plot-point format, with a lilttle bit dialog thrown in. This one is longer than before.

-Next, we see Rey running. Rushing to find Leia. She finds Leia sitting, in the place where they had their meeting earlier. Her hand clutching her chest. Teary eyed, Rey sobs. 'Ben needs help.' She approaches Leia and kneels. 'Should I find and go to him?' (UGH YEARNING). Leia wipes her single tear off her cheek. 'No.' She gets up. 'You have a much more important mission'. Rey is confused and gets angry and frustrated. 'He is your son! He is betrayed..and..and injured. I saw him. Just now! We should help him! He needs to know you are not abandoning him!' Leia doesn't stop and goes outside.

Outside, finn, poe, rose, chewie are loading the falcon with supplies (I'm gonna call them + Rey, The Gang)

Leia to Rose, 'I need you to report everything,' her gaze shifts to Finn and Poe, '..i mean EVERYTHING', and gives out the sweetest smile she can. 'I will, General.' Rose promises. 'May The Force be with you' They get into the falcon. Rey, still angry at Leia, stops to say something, but Leia pulls her into a hug. 'Rey, thank you, for saving my son.' The hug tightens. 'I am heartbroken with what happened, but..' now they face each other, '..he needs to fall before he RISES.' There is a gleam of hope in Leia's eyes. 'I know now that my son isn't gone, he is still here... And you will bring him home. To me.' Leia's smile grows wider. 'I am always with him,' now they are both teary eyed, '..and you.' Rey leaves Leia, 'Rey, MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU, ALWAYS' (UGH, I NEED THIS MOTHER -DAUGHTER THING WITH LEIA AND REY)

- Next, we have Kylo Ren, walking away from a very bad landing. His TIE-fighter crashed on the beach. He is now walking through a grassfield filled with yellow wildflowers. He sees a house and a tall, elderly man tending to his horses (I KNOW THE ANIMALS ARE WEIRD IN STAR WARS, BUT JUST GO WITH IT). The winds hitting his face make the bruises go numb. He cups his still bleeding torso. The man notices him, and rushes towards him. (THE MAN IS RICHARD E GRANT GUYS. DEFINITELY NOT MOFF TARKIN'S RIP OFF)

-In Pryde's house, Kylo wakes up and notices everything inside the room is grey, except the yellow wildflowers in a vase. And there is Luke, in the corner, just watching him. (GUYS, I AM HAVING TOO MUCH FUN WITH LUKE MESSING AROUND WITH HIS NEPHEW AND WATCHING HIM SLEEP)

Kylo tries to sit up. He winces still looking at Luke. Pryde comes in- 'ah, you're awake. I have some fresh clothes.' He stops and look at where Kylo looks, but doesn't see anything. He looks back at Kylo who now staring at him. '-and you need some medicine for the injuries.' Pryde gets out of the room.

'Bet you had a good sleep.' Luke grins. He is ignored, as usual. Luke notices the bleeding hasn't stopped. 'Do you remember, back in the academy we learn how to use the Force to heal wound and in this case, very heavy injuries?' Kylo seems to recall his thoughts. Hesitantly, ' No.' Luke moves towards him, hand on Ben's torso and starts to force heal him. The bleeding stops and the scar heals. The one on his face too.

Ben looks at Luke, 'Uncl-', Pryde comes in with a bowl of medicine. He is shocked to see all the bruises on Ben's face and body heals. Leaving no trace. And we find, again, Luke disappears.

- Now, the gang lands on a grassfield. Walking towards the cave and what is supposed to be the abandon rebel station. All around them is silence. 'If this is a trap, we're screwed.' Poe holds his blaster up. 'Better light your saber Rey,' Rose tells Rey who looks at her and then walks to the cave.

'Are you the resistance?' A lady emerges from the shadow of the cave. 'Are you here to fight the First Order?' More people are coming out of the shadow. Only now Rey lights her lightsaber. 'Yeah, we are,' Poe confirms, '..who are you?' 'I'm Zorri Bliss, former princess of Kajimi. These are my people.' (AWW SNAP. I MADE KERI RUSSEL A PRINCESS YALL. ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES)

Still in doubt, 'how do you know to contact us?''with a help of a friend of course.' And out come Lando out of the cave. (YEAH, YOU WANT NOSTALGIA, HERE'S NOSTALGIA)

- They sit inside the cave discussing.

'This place used to be peaceful, free. We had a lot, we were prosperous. But once First Order came, they took everything. Our resources, our children. They are used to wage war against the galaxy. They had help. The First Order came here, helped by some of the people who wants more than what they have!' Zorri puts on a brave face, but inside we know she's heartbroken. 'Those who opposed them are taken as prisoner, some of them slaughtered. My father is one of them.' Again, silence surrounds them.

'Once she escaped, her knights found me.' Lando breaks the silence. 'You see, I didn't know what happen during Crait. I found out about it, after the story of Luke spreads around the galaxy. I went to our allies, checked on them, asking why didn't they come to your aid-'

'Yeah, they blocked our communication channels.' Finn chimes in. Unsatisfied.

'So, what do you want us to do?' Rose, eager to know.

Lando gets up, twirls his cape a little bit. 'You see my friends, I need you guys to blow something up.' A sly smile on his face. 'The channels are jammed by a satellite...and it is just across the the hills.' Lando points. 'in the courtyard of Princess Zorri's castle.'

Poe looks around. 'We don't have enough hands.' 'I know where we can get more.' Zorri answers Poe and smiles. (IM HINTING THAT I SHIP ZORRI AND POE)

- Ben now replaced his good boy sweater with the clothes Pryde gave. (ITS GREY OKAY, GREY, KIND OF LIKE WHAT ANAKIN WORE IN ROTS BUT GREY UGHHHH, WE WERE ROBBED)

Ben walks towards Pryde with caution. 'Come, help me.' Pryde who is scrubbing his horse says to Ben. 'The other one needs a scrub too.' 'O..okay.' 'I'm sorry about your ship.' Ben stops. 'Yeah, I know who you are. You are from the First Order. Thought you are a stormtrooper deserter, but you are too tall. So, you can't be,' (CAUSE LEIA SAID LUKE IS TOO SHORT TO BE A STROMTROOPER, BUT ADAM DRIVER IS TALL YALL) Pryde stops his scrubbing and looks at Ben, '..and i found this'. His lightsaber. Ben takes it, plays it in his hand. 'You are not afraid of me?' Pryde just smiles and walks towards the field. Ben follows. 'Give me a reason I should be afraid of you.' Ben doesn't say anything. Something about this place makes him calm, his rage dims. Or is it?

'I've faced Vader.' Those words makes Ben jumps.

'I was a young officer in the Empire. Just a small post. No one would notice if I'm gone. I had big ambition, but then, I saw Vader, I saw the destruction the Empire did. Even before the Death Star. Somehow, i managed to get away from it.'

'I found this place, swore to never have any part in any destruction. I would not even hurt a fly these days.'

'Why, didn't you join the Rebellion?' Ben asks. 'Same thing. The Empire, The Rebellion. Vader, Luke Skywalker. They all leads to destruction one way or another. Light, dark. Both sides are using the force irresponsibly. Destroying everything to the ground!' Pryde now faces Ben. '.. And you of all people should know that.' He walks away.

'Why did you help me?' 'I have compassion'

- The gang is in the Millennium Falcon, approaching a very quiet village. 'Okay, Finn. Now it's your turn.' Poe says. (CAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT, THIS IS THE VILLAGE WHERE JANNAH AND THE OTHER STORMTROOPERS LIVE AND FINN NEEDS TO CONVINCE THEM TO HELP. WOOT! WOOT! PAY OFF FROM THE FIRST MOVIE SAY WHATTT!)

They enter kind of like an eatery. (Picture The Mandalorian). 'No weapons.' The server says. 'I'll go outside' Rey offers to keep all their weapons.

They meet Jannah. 'Zorri said someone would be looking for me. Are you looking for me?' 'You Jannah?' Finn asks. Jannah offers them to sit. ' Look, we need your help. All of you.' 'You are Finn right? The former stormtrooper who deserted. Never thought you would pick up a weapon again,' she laughs and continues loudly, '.. Oh, wait, this time for the resistance. The good guys.' Her laughs echoes around the room and others join. 'We just want to live in peace! We don't want to risk our life anymore not FOR ANY CAUSE.' Finn gets up and faces the people. 'Well, then too bad! Too bad that you are no longer risking your life even for the right cause. If you keep on being like this, you will never be at peace! Cause you know what?! Sooner or later, the First Order will be here. They will be everywhere,.. all over the galaxy. More children like us will be taken, away from their families, fighting a war that would never ends. Wherever you go, they will find you-'

'And you think, us following you will stop it from happening?!!'

'We just have to believe and have hope.'

-Rey is outside. Clearly her mind is not here.

'Where are you?' Rey sees Ben is right in front of her. 'Ben..are you okay?' 'You are not with Leia. You're at someplace else.' ' Ben, are you hurt?' Rey looks at Ben, but she feels that something is different with him. 'Where are you?' He asks again. Not revealing the answer, Rey pleads. 'Ben, come home.' With that, Ben severs the connection. Rey feels disappointed but then she feels restless. She enters the eatery.

They are shouting at each other, which she just now notices as she did not pay any attention before. 'Guys, we need to go. I have A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS'. Rey shouts. Then we have the FO attacking that place. They've been following them. Not sure from where. Hopefully not from the cave. 'DO YOU SEE NOW JANNAH?!' Finn shouts. 'YOU LURED THEM TO US.' 'NO. WE NEED YOU. WHY WOULD WE DO THAT.' Now Poe is shouting. 'YOU GUYS, STOP! WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!' Rose chimes in. 'Please, Jannah, join us, and help us save what we love. (UGH OF COURSE JANNAH AND HER GROUP FOLLOW THEM AFTER THAT). We then have the standard spaceship fight and all that exciting stuff.

-The First Order received information on what happen on Kajimi.

'Those scum!' Hux exclaims. 'Sir, the satellite that blocks the communication is on Kajimi.' 'I am aware of that! Prepare the ship to raid the resistance base. I'll make sure nobody will survive.'

-At the same time, report from Rose comes in. 'General,-' 'You need to evacuate, now! Bring all our fighters to Kajimi. Prepare for a battle.' Connix nods at the orders.

- The FO comes just as the last supply transport ship flies away. 'General, we need to leave-' C3PO says befere Leia dimisses it 'You need to run, hide, leave me here.' 'What, no. General-' Connix says who is then shoved into a nearby bushes. From the distance, some of the resistance fighter put up a fight. Leia sees Hux coming towards her. 'Hide!' Now, Leia and Hux are facing each other.

'Leia Organa. The Leia Organa.' Leia knows Hux is mocking her. 'Well, your son iS DEAD! In the end, he was beaten by somebody who doesn't even have the Force. Pathetic!'

'Every word you just said, is wrong, General Hux. (SEE WHAT I DID THERE!) My son is alive, there is light in him ...and at least, he fights his own battles. That is more than what you are capable of. ' Leia said calmly before she stops talking. Hux has fired the blaster directly through her chest.

'We head to Kajimi.' Hux says. Gritting through his teeth.

-end of second act-

[baby-bearie]

3 am - D.S.

a/n: i definitely posted this before, but for some reason it has disappeared off of the face of tumblr, so here it is again. actually one of my favorite imagines.

it was insane. everything felt insane.

everything feels insane in the ungodly hours of the morning.

but here you both were, at 2:49 am, standing in front of andrew's house.

andrew was never a good boyfriend. no, he wasn't ever violent. but the most common pains are never physical. he hurt you. he acted like you barely even existed, ditched you for his friends or for other girls he insisted he was just friends with, and was rather possessive about who you hung out with. that was what ultimately led to your break-up. andrew was always jealous. often unrealistically, but he was jealous of daniel, your best friend. in the past, andrew had succeeded in convincing you that your friends were against you, and got you to even push a few good people out of your life. but the line was drawn when it came to daniel. so when andrew started telling you that daniel was no good for you, you instead began to question if andrew was no good for you.

funny enough, it was him who broke up with you.because he assumed that you were messing around with daniel. heated words were exchanged, and he called it. you were upset from the fight, but subconsciously relieved because you had begun to realize that andrew was the real problem.

but that didn't mean you weren't heartbroken. it still hurt as much as any other break-up. so you went to your best friend, daniel.

at 8 pm, you were at his house. the second he saw your blotchy cheeks and red nose at his door his expression changed from confusion to concern.

"hey, hey, whoa. why are you crying?" he tugged you into his apartment and closed the door behind.

"a-andrew broke up with me." you reached up to wipe away your tears.

"oh, god. what a dick." daniel ran a hand through his hair.

daniel might have seemed averagely calm to the untrained eye, but you had known him for too long. the way his foot began tapping as if he needed to do something, the tiny bit of extra force with which he threw up his hands. he was angry.

"yeah, i know. it's okay, im okay."

"c'mon let's get your mind off it."

and daniel had really tried to force you to forget. the two of you baked, binged and bawled. well, you bawled and daniel sat there comforting you, hating andrew with a passion.

at about 11pm, you decided you might as well stay the night at daniel's since you were gonna be back tomorrow morning for more moral support.

however, at 12:30 am you were still awake, lying on daniel's bed. daniel had, as usual, insisted you have the bed and he went to sleep on the couch. but judging by the shuffling noises coming from the living room, he wasn't asleep either. you laid awake for a little longer until finally drifting off at 12:57.

at 2:09, your eyes snapped open. your feeling of restlessness from the night was replaced with a subtle anger. you felt the need to punch a wall and scream-cry. you wanted to even the playing field. you barely hesitated to question the feeling before tiptoeing down the hall to the couch, where daniel sprawled. he laid on his back, his long limbs were awkwardly sprawled out over the couch.

you lightly nudged his shoulder, causing him to shift his position, almost slapping you as he did.

"dani. daniel, wake up."

daniel's eyes fluttered open to you hovering above him, brows furrowed and hair spilling over your shoulders.

he groaned a bit. "(y/n), what time is it?"

his voice was groggy, and your heart beat a bit faster.

you ignored that.

you looked up to see the clock and looked back down at him, smiling sympathetically. "2 am."

"2 am?!" daniel groaned, turning back into the couch to sleep, rolling into his blanket.

"daniiii, come on!" you whined, trying and failing to roll him back over. when you got no response, you grabbed the blanket and yanked it out from under him. the boy inside tumbled out onto the carpet and you stood above him.

"c'mon. let's go."

"where?"

"anywhere."

at 2:20 am, daniel had not been expecting to be climbing into the driver seat of his car. this was one of many surprises that night.

the first was, of course, (y/n) showing up at his apartment with blotchy cheeks, crying about her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.

the second was the hurt he felt for her, the need to take away her pain, to make the hurt stop.

the third surprise of the night was the anger he slowly built up. the anger that anyone could treat her the way andrew did. daniel was such a calm person, so why the sudden urge to smack down andrew?

all these emotions overwhelmed daniel, who was growing more and more awake as he drove (y/n) around aimlessly, hoping she'd tell him what was going on.

but the fourth surprise happened in the morning, at 2:34 am when daniel glanced over at (y/n) to see her leaning her head on the window, smiling gently. the moonlight barely illuminated her as it reflected off the window and daniel felt one of the biggest surprises of his life.

he was in love with his best friend.

taking a few deep breaths, daniel ripped his eyes off the girl next to him and set them back on the road ahead. clearing his throat he asked for the fourth time.

"where are we going?"

"turn left."

he turned.

"(y/n) seriously, wh"-

"turn left again."

"wait a second are we"-

"turn right."

(y/n) went to get out of the car, but daniel was quick to lock the doors.

"what are we doing here?" daniel turned to look at you and you turned away, failing to notice the slight change in the way he looked at you.

"andrew's going to have what he deserves."

"god, (y/n), have you thought this out at all?" daniel threw his head back, covering his face with his hands.

"of course i have, that's why there's eggs in the backseat."

"huh- what?" daniel whipped around in his seat, craning over to see two cases of eggs sitting in the back seat. he turned back to you, who was smiling as you reached over him to unlock the doors.

"let's go, you big baby."

daniel groaned but stepped out of the car, reaching into the back to get the egg cases.

you both stood on the lawn. he held the eggs above your head when you reached for them.

"before i give you these, are you entirely sure that you want to do this?"

you rolled your eyes at him.

"yes, mom. i hate how tall you are."

he smiled and handed you an egg case. the two of you turned to face the large face of the house.

2:49 am

and now here you were, standing in front of andrew's house, with a boy who you knew would do anything for you.

"you get the front and i'll get the sides." he whispered.

and he was gone.

2:56 am

you both stood in front on your masterpiece, admiring it.

"he always was an egghead." you whispered.

daniel chuckled at that.

he turned to face you as you scanned the house for missed spots.

2:57 am

"dani, stop staring, it's creepy." you spoke without even looking at him.

he smiled at the ground, shaking his head.

you laughed and took his hand, pulling him towards the car.

2:58 am

you sat in the car, but daniel wasn't preparing to back out. you waited patiently, looking out the window at the streetlights.

2:59 am

"(y/n)."

"yeah?" you turned to look at daniel and the sight almost startled you.

his eyes sparkled with a new intensity you'd never seen. he was barely a couple inches away from you and you could feel his breath dust your face.

daniels eyes searched yours for any signs of you stopping, of you not wanting this, but you seemed to lean in a bit more.

3 am

daniel's lips met yours and you melted. it was one moment that seemed to stretch into millions. if love poems and love songs were a moment, this was that moment. you could feel him smiling into the kiss and you smiled back.

a light flicked on.

you and daniel jerked apart, wide eyes looking up at the house. the top window was open, and bright light flooded out.

"hey! you! hey!"

you and daniel looked at each other.

3:01 am

"DRIVE, YOU IDIOT, DRIVE!"

tags: @annabseavey @coolkidcorbyn @anxious-avery @danieldelicate @babyzacharyy @perfectlyseavey @seqveydaniel @zachheroin @katie-avery @5sos-seavey

[dolcenco]

Pasta

Request: Hi my love ❤ prompt 1 #50 and prompt 2 #10 can you make it smutty with Richard gracias amor 😘❤ @richardsbbygirl

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Wearing each other’s clothes

Warning/s: S M U T 

s/n: hello bb! im sorry this took so long it was actually finished before valentines day but thought the first draft was shit so i wrote it again :((( but i hope you like it baaaabe. Belated happy valentines day! 

Actually got the inspiration from this photo posted by @cncobby thank u for letting me use this bb 💖

- After one and a half hours later of pencil shading through the tears and sweat, you finally completed your last final exam of the day. Finals week made you pull restless all-nighters and drink unhealthy amounts of coffee that made you rush to get home and devour a proper meal. Hey, you deserved it.

As soon as you entered your apartment that evening, you wasted no time to get out of your clothes of the day and slip on Richard's, your boyfriend, red sweater not bothering to wear any pants on.

From all the heavy analyzation and computation of your accounting exam, you rewarded yourself by cooking early dinner for you and Richard.

You were half-way into cooking your damn good pasta when Richard enters the kitchen, a smirk creeping on his lips when he saw you. Oh how his dirty thoughts flooded when he drank in the sight of you in his red sweater with only your panties on.

You were too busy cooking and didn’t notice him sauntering towards you. You jumped when he slithers his arms around your waist but you relaxed into his arms when you realize it was Richard. He nuzzled into your neck and inhaled your scent when you leaned your head back on his shoulders.

“How was your day, baby?” You giggled, your fingers sinking in between his while the other grips on the spatula tightly.

“All better now” He mutters against the skin of your neck before pulling away to rest his chin on your shoulder. “What’s cooking, mami?”

“Creamy pesto pasta for dinner, what ya think?”

“I think you’re beautiful” He whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin that made you shiver as his hands slides down to your hips. He firmly grabs your skin to set you in place as he grinds his hips against your ass.

“And fucking sexy in just your panties on.” He rasps into your ear before softly kissing your earlobe.

You let out a gasp when you felt a sting from Richard’s hand slapping your hand and massaged the skin before giving it a hard squeeze.

“Turn around, babe.” He demanded.

You immediately put down the spatula and quickly turned off the stove. You turned to look at Richard. He bites into his bottom lip as he raked down the sight of your body and licked his lips. He was growing hot by the minute and it was evident in the boner forming in his pants.

You bit your lip and looking up at him, knowing how much it will tease the hell out of your boyfriend. But you’re right, it teased the fuck out of him and he wanted you now.

He swiftly leans down and pressed his lips on yours hard. You gasped at the force giving him the opportunity for his tongue to enter your mouth and massaged against yours. You moaned when he sucks on your bottom lip into his mouth, making your whimper when he pulled away.

“Suck me, babe” he demanded and you obliged immediately sinking into your knees. You gripped the waist band of his joggers and pulled down to free his hard cock, smiling excitedly when his dick sprung out in front of you.

Wasting no time, your tongue swirled around his tip tasting the pre-cum.

“Good girl.” He moans, caressing your cheeks while you sucked on his swollen tip. You looked up at Richard through your lashes when you enveloped his cock in your warm mouth.

Richard groans as he grabs your hair when you bobbed your head on his dick. “That’s right baby suck my cock”

You hollow your cheeks as you drag your lips wrapped around his shaft, reaching the tip before releasing him with a pop. You wrap your hand around his wet dick stroking him as you flicked your tongue against his swollen tip, making Richard let out a throaty grunt.

Your core started to ache for him as your juices start to pool when you picked up the pace on his dick.

“Faster” He hissed through his gritted teeth throwing his head back when you obliged and stroked him faster twisting your hand around his long shaft as you work your way up and down, up and down.

You take him into your mouth again, sucking faster and Richard quaked at the speed of your mouth moving on his dick grabbing your head in place as he fucks your mouth.

“I’m close, fuck!” He curses thrusting his dick your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag. His dick start to twitch inside your mouth and he jerks moaning loudly when his cum spurts at the back of your throat, swallowing every drop of it.

You pulled away and wiped you mouth with the back of your hand. Your eyes looked at him and begged.

“Fuck me, please” you moaned and Richard picks you up and sat you on the kitchen’s counter top. He peeled his sweater from your body and cupped your cheeks to kiss you. You gasped when you feel him rip your panties.

You whimpered when he slaps the tip of his cick on your swollen clit as you wrap your arms around his neck, screaming into the kiss when finally slams his dick inside your already wet aching pussy, working at a slow sensual pace.

“Fuck, Rich baby, faster!” You begged and he loved hearing you beg. He grunts when he bucks his hips against yours, poundick his huge cock inside you.

He pulls away from your lips and attacked your neck, his hands cupping your breast as his thumbs swipe on your hardened nipples, arching your back bringing your chest towards his touch. “Babe!”

Richard groans loudly when he feels your cunt clench around his dick and spreads your legs wider for him to fuck you harder and faster.

You screamed as your nails dig on the skin of his shoulders, raking his back. His dick felt so good and you didn’t want him to stop pounding on you. Your stomach start to clench as pleasures of electricity start to spread through your body, your legs tremble as you approach your climax.

“Baby, oh fuck, I’m coming!” You moaned, arching your back.

“Come for me baby girl” Richard catches your lips with his, you tongues lapping as you came on his length, moaning into the sloppy kiss.

Richard groans pulling back from the kiss to press his forehead against yours and stare at your eyes.

“I love you, Mamita” He rasped, panting.

You huffed and smiled at him. “Love you too, babe”

You looked passed your shoulder and suddenly remembered your dinner and you were starving. “Babe. As much as you satisfy me, I'm craving for pasta more so move over because I want to eat my damn good pasta”

He chuckles as you finished cooking your pasta.

[flannelpunkcalum]

WANT YOU BACK, TOO

“I-”

“The thing is-”

They both stop.

“You first.” Y/N says, thinking she's being polite, but Calum shakes his head.

“You know how I feel.”

I know you know I will never get over you

Y/N licks her lips. “Fair enough.”

(GOD sorry this took so long but it’s also literally 4 times longer than the original WHICH IS A LOT.

anyway they bone in this one. 

8k words, smut, angst, and really cheesy descriptions of love.

read part one here)

Y/N usually tried to focus on the positive. If she was going into an exam, she focused on how prepared she was, how cunning she could be. If she was going to a job interview she imagined clicking with the employer immediately and getting hired on the spot. Maybe it helped the most positive outcome happen, she didn't know. That said, the second they were wheels up she started thinking about plane crashes. Fiery ones.

This was a mistake. She was en route to New York to see Calum for the first time in months and it was such a mistake.

Y/N didn't like to fuck up in the same way twice, which is why she stayed friends with her exes if they wanted, but never more. She never entertained the thought. And Calum - he had ruined her, a little. Before she had him she had always felt fine spending time on her own, but it had been weeks and she couldn't even watch Netflix without thinking about how much better it had been with him next to her.

Sometimes she thought that even the time she had spent furious at him was felt better anything she could do alone. They had broken up for a reason, but that was hard to remember at times like this, when she felt restless for him. He always said that she helped keep him sane in his crazy stupid rockstar world - she was starting to think that he had done the same for her.

The man in the seat next to her had settled down for a nap as soon as the flight attendants had finished their speech. Y/N had been ignoring him, but now she turned towards him and pretended he was Calum. If they were still together, where would they be going together, on the edge of winter?

Well, for one, she would be in business class.

It's easy to joke about it, but Y/N knows what comes next. When she starts to think about Calum and her, she can't turn her brain off until it's done. It's probably unhealthy.

Really, if they were still together, he would have flown her out the second she had a break from school to wherever he was in the world. He’d send a car for her, probably, have a driver waiting for her with a sign with her name on it. Maybe a snack in the car if he was feeling really considerate. He’d probably have something set up in his hotel room for when she got there, fancy candles at least, and champagne, the cheap kind, the kind she likes. Maybe he’d be busy and come in later, but if he was there would be lingerie laid out, she's sure, or that sweater that she likes but didn't steal. And she'd put that on and nothing else and she'd wait for him, because she’d be in love.

Y/N tries to get through the next part quick, like ripping off a bandaid.

He’d kiss the taste of champagne out of her mouth and they’d fuck like rabbits and order room service and and talk and fuck like rabbits again until they tired each other out and it would be good, like the last time, like every time.

That's what would happen if they were still together.

But they're not.

Y/N is trying not to get her expectations up. For anything. She knows there's gonna be a big serious conversation, and she's dreading that, but other than that… Jesus, she doesn’t do this. She doesn’t even know what she wants from this. She’s gonna be lost and confused and aching in New York.

Calum better fucking buy her tickets to MoMA or she’s rioting.

The seatbelt sign flicks back on all too soon. Y/N wishes she lived a little further away from New York right now, so she had more time to sort through her thoughts. She’d been putting it off for days now, trying not to ask herself if she wants something with Calum again. Now she wishes she had, so she wouldn’t be suffering on the plane next to some guy from the midwest.

Unfortunately, the plane doesn’t crash, and Y/N’s only brought a carry on so she doesn’t get to stall at the baggage carousel. She texts Calum as soon as she touches down, because - fuck him, honestly - he had been determined to come and pick her up this time. Maybe that's a little harsh. It's not that she doesn't want to see Calum, she does, she loves just hanging out with him, it's just- she doesn't know what he wants from this, from her. That sounds stupid since he wrote and recorded a song about how he wants to get back together, but she can't help it. He said she didn't have to make any promises, just to come and see what happens. That makes it sound like he wants something to happen, just doesn't give her a clue about what. Like, does he just want to hook up, or does he want to make it “official” and post about her on Instagram?

The thing is, she doesn’t know if anything’s changed since the last time. She’s still guarded. He is, too. He’s still living like a rockstar. She’s still living like a student. They’re both busy, and it frustrated them both so much when they didn’t get the time they wanted together, and then they’d rub each other raw and then they’d argue and then they’d fight, say things they didn’t mean.

And if that had been it, the breakup would have stuck and she wouldn’t be finding her way through Arrivals at JFK.

Here’s the thing, though; it had been wonderful. When they were good they were so, so good, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Holding Calum’s full attention was almost overwhelming. When he focused on you you felt it, like the sun on your skin, but it was all just coming from one golden boy. Y/N had never met someone who could make her feel like that. And yeah, they were both trying to protect themselves, but even guarded he was such a giver. He knew he was lucky, he had so much, and whenever she let him he’d share it with her. It had meant a lot to the both of them. They’d both said some pretty awful things to each other after a late night. Every time, though, Calum would give her these beautiful fucking apologies that made her feel human again. Y/N is a little scared that she won’t be able to feel whole in a relationship without that pretty chaos, just because of how good it felt to have him speak tenderly to her after a fight.

Still, Y/N needs to focus. “Can there be love without pain” is a question for some pretentious philosopher, not for her, and anyway if she’s not careful she’s gonna walk right on to a plane to El Salvador.

She had texted Calum as soon as they landed, to let him know she was making her way out, and now he texts her telling her where the car is waiting. It feels weird, to be talking to him again like nothing ever happened. For weeks she moved through the world itching to tell him about her day, and now that she has the chance she’s paralyzed, somehow. She’s making the effort, though; as she fights her way through the airport she sends him the lady across from me ob the plane took off her soes AND socks as soon as we took off im dying with one hand.

The car is a black Audi, and Y/N finds it after a few seconds standing in the grey New York afternoon. She tosses her carry on into the trunk (she doesn’t blame Calum for not wanting to come out) and takes a deep breath.

She opens the door to the backseat and sees him, and the rush of relief nearly kills her. When she goes to sit down on her side of the car, she’s already reaching out, and Calum catches hold of her and tugs her across the seats into his arms.

Fuck, she missed him.

“Hi,” she says.

She feels him press his face into her hair. “Hi,” he mumbles.

The car starts moving, and she pulls away to put her seatbelt on. She has to slide over so she’s not sitting in the middle. That would be weird, right? Adults don’t usually sit in the middle seat, no matter who their ex is.

Y/N has to stop overthinking this stuff.

“So. You ’n the boys seem like you’re doing well.” She says, smiling. She’s a little proud of them, even though she’s got no claim on ‘em anymore.

Calum ducks his head. “Yeah, the new single, it’s- we’re all really happy about it.”

“Well, you’re welcome.” She teases.

“Oh, right, yes, thank you for breaking my heart, very kind of you. How can ever I repay you, sweetheart?”

Y/N wants to pretend she doesn’t feel warm inside when he calls her that, but her toes curl in her shoes. “Well, a muffin basket would be a start.”

They’re both smiling at each other, and Y/N knows if things weren’t so fucking weird he would have kissed her.

He doesn’t, though.

Calum doesn’t talk much on the way to the hotel, asking her about herself and her classes as much as possible. It’s probably all the interviews he’s in, eventually all the questions feel the same, she’s sure. It can be hard to get him to talk.

It feels nice, though. Some parts of her want him back in her life, you know?

There’s only so much you can say about college, though, and as they get closer to the hotel they get back on even footing. “I haven’t been in New York since I was like, twelve. What are the cool spots? Is it still hip to go to the M&M's factory?” She asks as they start to stall in traffic. She’s not sure if she believes in that whole ‘crazy New York energy’ thing, but she does find anticipation rising in her as they get deeper into the city.

“I was gonna ask you what you wanted to do, actually. Like, we can do those touristy things if you want, I don’t mind. There’s a place that does this Macbeth show, it’s a hotel, and I know you like that shit, but if you want we can-”

Calum looks a little worried all of a sudden, so Y/N cuts him off. “Hey, I’m here for like a week, we’ll figure something out. Don’t stress. I’ve had like seventeen midterms in the last three days, so that plane ride was like a vacation in itself, my man.”

Calum smiles at that, but it’s not bright, not usual. “‘My man’? ‘S that where we’re at?”

Oh good. Relationship talks. Y/N had been really worried they wouldn’t get to that. Not that she wanted to ignore it, but- fuck. “I dunno. I haven’t seen you for a really long time, I don’t want to get ahead of myself.” She says finally, glancing at the Uber driver. Is Calum famous enough for it to be worth their while to tell a magazine about what they’re saying? Is that a thing?

“Yeah, no, I understand. It doesn’t - like, you’d tell me if me callin’ you sweetheart and all was bothering you, right?”

Calum’s literally a rockstar, he’s a confident fucking guy, but they’re both edgy all of a sudden. It’s like the first time they dated, only about a hundred times worse; instead of waiting to be kissed she thinks they’re both waiting for both their hearts to be broken. Y/N has to try to fix this (she fucked things up the first time around, it’s only fair), so she makes a joke. It’s what she does. “Oh, Calum, if it was bothering me I would be in another Uber right now. I actually would have called an Uber to this Uber and like - on the bridge, I would have jumped to the other car - it would have looked really badass.”

Calum laughs politely, and she can breathe easier, but things still feel out of alignment.

It doesn’t take too long for them to get to the hotel after that. Calum directs the driver to the back door, by the dumpsters. He beats her to the trunk, grabbing her bag before she gets the chance. “I can get it.” She insists, but he’s already got it slung over his shoulder. “You haven’t seen me for ages, I’m really buff now.”

“I know you can, ‘m just not gonna let you.” Calum says, distinctly smug.

Y/N does her best pout, but here’s the deal; she goes fucking weak at the knees when Calum takes care of her. “You’re a tyrant.” She says, following him up a set of stairs, where he unlocks a door.

“That’s right.” Calum waits for her to get inside and for the door to close behind her before he hip-checks her. It’s very considerate of him.

Maybe she should have thought about this before, but oh, shit. Where is she supposed to sleep?

Calum leads her into an elevator and presses a button for a very high floor, so her ears almost pop as they ascend. But they didn’t stop by the front desk, which means she’s staying in Calum’s room, and she’s willing to bet good money that it’s not a double.

And if she’s honest, she knows some guilty part of her is desperate for his touch again. She hadn’t expected to be back in her ex-boyfriend’s bed so soon, is all.

It’s like Calum can read her mind as he unlocks the door. “There’s only the one bed, but I cleared out one of the drawers if you want to unpack. I was hoping-” He drops his keys on the table, her bag on the floor, and turns to her. “I was hoping we could share. I know we’re - we’re broken up, but I think I sleep better with you next to me.”

Y/N wants to sleep with Calum again. That’s not the issue. If it was just about being in his arms, curling up on his chest and letting him keep her warm, then fuck, yeah, she would already be in her pjs. She just doesn’t want to walk into something that destroys her, and she thinks if she gets back into the same mess she had with him she’ll get cut to ribbons by their sharp edges. “I-” She starts, and then she stops herself. She wants to do this right. “We should have our weird relationship talk first. Right? I like you, Calum, you know I do, but I can’t- we can’t hurt each other again, you know?”

“Yeah,” Calum says, too quickly. “Yeah, of course. You want me to order room service first, or-”

Y/N didn’t get much of a lunch on the plane, but all of a sudden she’s got no appetite. “Not for me, thanks.”

“Alright.” Calum says, shifting his weight. He leads Y/N into the living room, gestures for her to sit on the couch. She goes for the armrest, and he stays standing, running a hand through his hair. Even their positioning is awkward.

“I-”

“The thing is-”

They both stop.

“You first.” Y/N says, thinking she's being polite, but Calum shakes his head.

“You know how I feel.”

I know you know I will never get over you

Y/N licks her lips. “Fair enough.” She agrees. Fuck. She thought of a million ways to say this since their phone call, but now that he's here- she doesn't want to hurt him, and that's all she really knows. “Obviously, I'm here in New York, I want to see you. I miss you. And I think I still have-” She can't say she still has feelings for him. It's too ugly, too cliché. “-um, I miss you.” She repeats instead. Calum doesn't move. “But when we broke up it was the right thing to do, you know? We hurt each other a lot. And I don't know if I’ve changed.”

“I mean, you said you got super buff, so...” Calum grins, though it looks stiff.

Y/N laughs a little, just for him. “I'm super buff now, I could bench press a car, but I don't know if I can do long distance right. You know? It’s not- Cal, it's not a hard no,” she says quickly, because he looks agonized. Well, and she means it. “I just don't know what's different. I can’t go through that again.”

Calum is quiet for a long moment, which makes Y/N feel even worse. Is this whole week gonna be like this? “I get it.” He says, after a long moment.

Something inside Y/N breaks. She had hoped that Calum had met her here with a plan (or at least some really expensive lingerie) to get her back, to make them work. Songs can make empty promises, after all, and that's what she had been scared of - that he’d say that he’d do anything for her and then do anything but change. She misses him, enough to say it out loud, misses his touch and his laugh and that goofy fucking smile you have to earn from him. If he decides there’s no hope for them, is he gonna kick her out? Of his life, or- oh, shit, of his suite. He wouldn’t, she knows, but she doesn’t really have the money right now to stay-

“I read Macbeth.”

Y/N’s head jerks up from where she was staring at the carpet. “What?”

“I, uh, read Macbeth. The whole thing. And Einstein’s Dreams, you know- ‘bout a month or two ago I went through all our conversations and I read all the articles and books you said I should read but I didn't. I should have told you-”

“I knew you weren't reading those. It's okay, really.” Y/N says. She's not mad. She had been mad about it when they broke up, but now it's just shitty and she's over it. Their relationship didn't fall apart because he wasn't reading enough Shakespeare, that was for sure.

Calum smiles stiffly. “No, it's not. Those were good books, but when I was trying to read them they reminded me how smart and… and dimensional you are. I think, while we were together, I let myself forget. I should have been better to you. Y/N, I was falling in love with you, and I hate myself because I didn’t show you. I let you walk away.”

Her heart spasms, but he looks so sad when he says it. She can’t let that happen. “We both made mistakes-” Y/N starts.

“No.” Calum says, stepping forwards to stop her. “No. I mean, you said some mean shit, but only after I ignored you and brushed you off for weeks. I deserved it. Most of what you said was true, anyway, I was bein’ a- what was it you said? A bratty little shithead.” Y/N isn't proud of that. “Anyway, it was true. We had some bad fucking days, and the make-up sex was fun and all, but I’m willing to give that up to have you stay in my life.”

“You’re a martyr.” Y/N can’t help but tease. What he said in the car comes back to her; did she really break his heart? Calum looks miserable, even though he smiles at her joke.

“Yeah, well,” he says. “I think I was scared, before. I am- I was falling in love with you, and I didn’t want - well,” he gestures at their positions. She’s still sitting on the armrest like a bird on a wire, he’s just within arm’s reach. It’s a terrible distance.

She hadn’t wanted this, either.

Calum runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath before he continues. “I think maybe that’s why I was so shitty. I know that’s not an excuse,” He says, before she can say anything. “I’m trying to be better. I am. I want to read the books you’re passionate about and listen to the music you love and kiss you on the cheek in every picture we’re in. I just- tell me what I have to do for you to give me another chance.”

So that’s it. The ball is all the way in her court.

Y/N looks up at him for a long moment.

She knows what she wants. If love is like the ocean, she would choose to drown for him. She wants him back again. It seems simple, when she puts it that way, frames it as what she wants. But she was always the sensible one. She won’t let herself hurt him like that again. She doesn’t want to break his heart - not more than she already has.

“Let’s just- let’s just have this week.” She says, carefully. Like the ceiling might cave in. “Seven days can be a long time. Let’s just do what we want for one fucking week and see where it leaves us at the end. I- Calum, I’m bad at this, but you know… you know what you mean to me. Love is a verb, you know? Let’s just do what feels right. And I’m not trying to say I -” She rushes to add (she didn’t miss the way his body jolted) “-like, you know, the “L” word, I know that it’s not the time. I just-”

“Does that mean I can kiss you?”

Y/N blinks. Stands. “Yes.”

She had braced herself for him to kiss her like a starving man, but he reaches out and cups her face in both hands, fingers cool and dry. He keeps his eyes open as he leans in, searching hers until they’re too close to see anything.

Then their lips meet like sun meets rain.

Calum kisses her like slowly as she winds her fingers into his hair, like she’s made of glass, like she’s made of sugar. He doesn’t move his hands until she pulls her own body closer to his, and then he feels his way to her waist to keep her there. The gentle drag of their open mouths floods her body with warmth for what feels like the first time in fucking weeks.

It must not be long before they pull apart, but Y/N feels breathless.

“I missed you so fucking much.” Calum says, and this time when he pulls her in there’s real heat behind it. His tongue presses into her mouth with intent, and for once she lets him direct the kiss to show her just how goddamn much he missed her. She wants this so much her body aches when he pulls away again. “I’m gonna be so good to you, promise, I-”

Y/N cuts him off with her mouth on his. Promises make her nervous, but more importantly, Calum kisses like he did before they split and she missed that. It feels like she’s blushing over her whole body - almost like a kid, only there’s nothing innocent about what she wants to do with him.

Maybe she shouldn’t, but… all they have is a week. Maybe not even that. And fuck it, she wants to do love.

She stands on her tiptoes, pressing a little harder against him. She wants to direct this, but Calum pulls away again. He’s panting. They both are.

“We can start over, baby.” He says. “I’m just- I’m so happy to have you back.”

He’s still cupping her face, but he doesn’t pull her back in, and she takes that chance to speak. “We can’t do that.” She says, but she has to hurry to continue because she sees the fear that flashes across Calum’s face. “I mean- if we start over this is technically our first date, and I don’t fuck on the first date.”

She grins, but Calum doesn’t. All of a sudden he’s unreadable. Did she say something wrong? Already? She can feel his grip change on her hips, like he’s thinking about letting go. Her fingers relax in his hair, in case he pulls away, so she doesn’t hurt him-

He tosses her over his shoulder before she knows what’s happening, and then she is gleefully upside-down with his hand on her ass keeping her steady. She can see her bag on the bedroom floor as they pass by it, anticipation rising in her stomach.

God, she was trying to be cool, but he is so, so, so sexy she could spontaneously combust.

She only has a moment to take it in before he stops, and then she’s head-over-heels again until her back hits the bed. Before she can get her bearings back, Calum’s climbed his way back on top of her and is brushing the hair out of the way for another kiss. He’s not shy; there’s no air between them, his chest pressed hard against hers. One elbow is planted by her head, holding him up, and the other is running down her ribs, pawing at the hem of her shirt. She can feel him smiling against her lips before he pulls away. “You couldn’t wait five fucking minutes, could you?” He says, but she can hear that he’s teasing and anyway the way he’s trying to ease her shirt off says more than enough.

His lips go to her neck, so she can feel his stubble as he lays kisses down, looking for a weak spot. “I’m sorry, did you carry me to your bed like a caveman for something else? You didn’t wait five seconds.” She jokes. Her breath hitches as he moves a little lower, closer to her collarbone. He always finds those spots. It would be a curse if it didn’t feel so good.

Calum knows it, too. “What did you say?” When she starts to respond he bites down, just enough to make her squirm and snap her mouth shut before she can fucking squeal. He’s still playful, she can feel his lips moving against her skin when he says, “Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“Shut up,” she manages, and swats him on the shoulder.

He catches her wrist as she draws back, and pins it to the bed right next to her head. She doesn’t miss the way the muscles in his arm flex to hold her down.They're both breathing shallowly; Calum’s close enough that she can feel his chest rise and fall just like hers. Y/N feels a little lightheaded, all of a sudden. When he leans in and kisses her again, it's less playful, there's real heat behind it. He kisses her deeper, and she parts her lips to let him, this time. He draws back, and rest his forehead against hers. They're close enough that their breath mingles between them.

They've both still got their clothes on, but this feels like the most intimate she's ever been with Calum. Neither of them speak for a long moment. His brown eyes lock with hers, and he is beautiful but she feels that gaze low in her belly. One of his hand is still on her ribs, but he's not pawing at her shirt anymore, just smoothing his thumb over her side like he can't stop touching her. She wants to kiss him again, but she can't bring herself to ruin this moment.

Eventually Calum huffs out a breath - was that a sigh? - and lets go of her wrist to haul her shirt over her head with both hands. Immediately, Y/N’s hands go to her back to undo her bra clasp. Calum helps slip her bra off her arms and doesn't waste a second throwing it into some corner of the hotel room before he’s back on her, kissing along the side of her neck and down her chest. It feels /good/ as his steady hands find her breasts, grasping at them firm enough for her to really feel it. He’s still kissing a path downwards, pausing to unbuckle her belt. Y/N plants her feet and lets Cal drag her jeans and panties off, but it feels wrong, her being all undressed while he’s still wearing his t-shirt.

As soon as she sits up to tear that damn thing off him, Calum grabs her hands and laces them with his, pressing them down to the mattress. “Baby,” he murmurs, “I wanna focus on you, tonight, please. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Calum's great in bed, she's not gonna deny it, but it's not what makes her quiet. He means that. He's an intense guy, but she's never seen his dark eyes like this, like he can see right through her. She has to take a deep breath.

“Please.” She says.

Calum grins at that, and lets go of her hands to press her thighs apart.

Y/N sits back on her elbows, because Calum eating her out is a hell of a view, but that's not what he does. Once he has her legs spread he starts to kiss the inside of her thigh, so fucking close to where she needs him. She thinks he's just trying to tease, but then he starts kissing with intent, nipping and sucking like he's… he's trying to mark her up. He'd never done that before, although whether it was from trying to avoid paps or just class she wasn't sure. But this- it feels good, to see him kissing on her like it was his last day on earth. It's just very new.

“Cal, what’re you-” She starts to ask, but before she can finish he pulls off of her leg and licks a big stripe up her pussy, right up the middle, and her brain goes a little fuzzy. She moans softly, to let him know it feels good and to please keep going, but he goes back to working on her leg, lifting her knee to get a better angle. His tongue sweeps over her skin in a way that would feel so damn good just a few inches away, but when she tries to shift to direct him over, he just holds her leg a little firmer. “Jesus, don’t tease.”

Calum pulls away again and Y/N’s stomach swoops because his lips are glossy from playing with her. He almost looks smug. “From the way you’re dripping you don’t seem to mind, angel.” He says, and Y/N tries to look unaffected but she knows it’s not working. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, just let me take my time with you. Want every inch of you tonight. Trust me.” He adds.

Well, she’s not gonna argue with that.

Y/N goes back to resting on her elbows, toes curling in the sheets as Calum goes back to dragging his teeth over her thigh. The spot’s starting to get a warm little ache, but the way he looks at it when he pulls away goes all the way through her. It’s just for a second, but she feels his grip relax, like he doesn’t have to hold her so tight now that he’s got a mark on her. Maybe that’s exactly what he’s thinking, too. He presses a quick peck to the red spot, and reaches up to play with her nipple as a reward. /Nice/. She shifts a little in his grip, she can’t help it.

“You like that?” Calum grins.

“Fuck,” she moans, despite herself. His other hand is still holding her leg open for him and he’s so fucking close to where she needs him but he’s not biting. She knows from experience he wants her to beg, but she’s not ready to play, not quite yet. She might be lying back for him, but she can still do a little teasing of her own. “You got anything else planned?”

Calum smirks a little more at that, somehow, and lets go of her completely to sit back on his ankles. Y/N’s body shifts to follow him, unconsciously. “You know I do.” He says, pulling off his shirt. /Fuck/, was he always this built or was this new? His skin is intoxicating. “Like I said, I’m gonna take my time. You gonna be good for me?”

“Aren’t I always?”

Calum looks up briefly from where he’s undoing his belt. “No. That’s why I fell in love with you.”

Before she can even start to process that, he’s fumbled his belt off and presses in to kiss her, catching one of her hands in his and steadying her at the waist. “You know,” he gasps in between kisses, “‘thought so many times about what I was gonna do to you once I got you back, don’t even know where to start. So much I wanna do to you.” He laughs. “And with you, I guess. But right now-” He starts to kiss down her neck again, gently.

She doesn’t mean to say it, but- “I want you to fuck me.”

“Gimmie time, angel,” He smiles as he pulls away.

“No, now, please, Cal, I’m so ready for you.” Y/N urges, and when he pauses she runs his hand, in hers, down her body to where she’s warm and aching for him.

Calum’s eyebrows crease. Not a lot, but even in her haze she can tell. “Baby, wanna make you feel good first, get you-” As he lets go to feel her up, he presses two fingers inside her, easy. She’s soaking. She can feel it, and she sees in his face he can too. “...shit.”

“Please.” She says again, and Calum’s face goes a little soft. She knows he loves it when she goes all quiet and nice, just for him, and she’s glad because she doesn’t want to wait. She wants- twenty minutes ago she didn’t know what she wanted but now she knows she wants him in her, looking into her eyes, she wants to watch him cum and flop down next to her and smile and pull her back into his arms. She wants to do love. She wants it with him.

Calum kisses her once, quickly. “Whatever you want.” It sounds like a promise but it doesn’t scare her, not this time.

Pants. Socks. They’re gone in a second and Calum is ready, cock hardening in his hand as he fumbles for a condom the bedside table. Y/N sits up too as he find one, to help him roll it on.

Well, he couldn’t sit there looking so beautiful and serious about making love to her and expect her to keep her hands off him. He tries though, using one hand at her waist to lay her back down. “Missed you.” She says to his dick as her back hits the pillows, and Calum chuckles above her.

She tries not to feel like it’s life changing, as he lines himself up with her, but it is. He’s still smiling as he pushes into her, and she can see it change into something /else/ as he starts to bottom out. Y/N is suddenly overwhelmed with how lucky she is that this man, smart and great and terrible, he saves this for her. At the same time she can feel him filling her like he used to, and her fingernails dig into his shoulders. When he groans, he sounds like music.

Fuck.

They stay that way for a moment, like they’re locked together. Y/N cups his face with one hand. She likes the way her fingers look on his cheekbone, her thumb on his jaw, like maybe she could keep him this time if she held tight.

She really had missed him.

He starts to move and it’s like she’s come back to life. It’s winter outside but her body feels like spring, and she reaches for him. Even hikes one leg up around her waist, and moans as it sends heat crackling through her body. Calum’s forehead rests on hers again. His nose is crinkled up, eyes closed, and he’s doing this sweet little groan every time he bottoms out. It’s just as intoxicating as the songs he wrote her, getting to see him like this. Only him- only her- fuck.

She’s close. She doesn’t know how, but she can feel her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. No one-night stand compares, no other ex. Calum’s arms seem to be everywhere, and the motion of him- “Fuck, Calum,” and she’s not proud on the way her voice breaks but he leans in to kiss her again so it’s worth it.

He shifts his body just a little and suddenly his motion brushes her clit and she feels that shit in her toes. “Shit, baby, there, there, there-” The only thing that stops her begging is that he starts to fuck into her harder. She has to focus on breathing; it’s like he’s fucking the air right out of her lungs. His pace is still slow, still steady, but he’s making sure she feels every inch of him.

Y/N’s not stupid, she knows saying “I love you” during sex doesn’t count. But this doesn’t feel like just sex.

It’s scary. But as Calum grabs her waist, bumping his lips with hers, it feels right. Better. “So good, angel,” he says. Does he feel it, too?

The way he’s loving her is relentless. She’s starting to get close, record time, but as Calum suddenly stills and ducks his head down to kiss her, she can tell he’s almost there. She’s still cradling his face, and she gently tugs his lips away from hers. “Calum, I’m really close, I-”

“Don’t wanna wait, do you, baby?” He teases- or tries to. But he’s panting too hard for him to play cool.

She shakes her head. “Waited three months.” The weight and width of him isn’t enough; she’s about thirty seconds from trying to wrestle him over onto his back and taking over.

Calum huffs out a breath above her and smiles, ducking back down to kiss her. Yes. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty.” He says, but there’s no heat behind it. His eyes are crinkly as he kisses her quickly, and then while her eyes are still closed he tucks his face into the crook of her neck and starts to move again.

She always liked the way he’d hold to keep them close. Like two halves of a locket. This time, though, she’s practically got herself wrapped around him, with her leg around his waist, one hand in his hair, one hand on his bicep to keep anchored (and, wow, he has not been skipping arm day). He feels like fire around her, all warm skin and hot breath on her shoulder, and it’s kindling something inside her, too.

It’s like the unbearable tension of three months apart is threatening to overtake her, along with the beautiful ache of Calum inside her and the way he keeps brushing her clit with every stroke- it’s a lot, and Cal groans as she catches hold of his curls. She needs something to keep her steady. “Come on, baby,” he says, in between gasps of his own.

She’s close, she’s so, so close, and she hauls Calum’s head up by the hair and kisses him and closes her eyes and it hits her like a fucking tsunami. He keeps kissing her as her mouth falls open and she ruts her hips up into his, fast, and he speeds up in response- all she can do is feel the way his cock sends waves through her and hang on for dear life. With a groan, he pushes deep into her and stays there and she can feel him cumming, doing tiny little bucks of his hips that make her whimper as her own high starts to fade.

Eventually Calum settles in her arms, and she releases her hold on his hair. When she opens her eyes, he’s resting his forehead on hers, catching his breath.

He looks really fucking good like this.

He’s resting most of his weight on his elbows, but before she can untangle her leg from him he pulls her into his chest and rolls over so he’s on his back. His cock is still buried deep in her, and as she squirms a little he tosses a second arm around her. “Stay.” He murmurs, and although Y/N hadn’t been planning on going far she settles.

Calum looks fucked out, sweat beading like diamonds on his brow. His eyes are half open, like he’s gotta keep watch on her, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. All the hard, worried lines she had caused in his face have softened, and it feels like she might have done good by him for once.

...it had been really good sex, but maybe that was reading too much into it.

She tries to press herself up, to see him better, but as soon as Calum feels her movement he shakes his head. “You should save your energy, love.” His words rumble through his chest.

Y/N smiles. “You got big plans, Hood?”

“You didn’t let me take my time, remember?” He smiles back. She can hear it in his voice. “I’ve got a lot more to do to you before I let you out of this bed.”

She smiles at that. Fuck like rabbits, check. There’s still something bothering her, though. An aching in her inner thigh that won’t let her rest. “Cal?” She asks, after one more second of stillness. “Can I ask you why you had to make a love bite on my thigh?”

She can feel him tense up under her, and nerves pool in her stomach. Was that bad? They can’t have fucked this up already, can they? “I just… yeah. Um,” Calum starts, after a long second. “I realized after you left that I, uh, never got to leave any on you before and I needed to do it before I lost you again. I put it somewhere out of the way. Somewhere I’d be the only one to see it. Or… I don’t want to be jealous with you but if there’s someone else I want them to see it and know that there’s someone who…” Calum rushes. Y/N peeks up and sees that his eyes are shut tight, face aimed up at the ceiling. “...who cares so much for you.”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say. She presses a gentle kiss to Calum’s chest while she tries to think, but she can’t follow any of that up with sweet words. “‘M gonna leave a hickey on your dick.” She says, after a long moment, and Calum laughs underneath her.

It feels right.

“Is that even possible?”

“Only one way to find out.” Y/N grins. “Hey, if I suck your dick will you take me to the aquarium tomorrow?”

“Only one way to find out.” He says. ���Just… in a minute, okay? Lemme hold you.”

Calum’s going soft inside her as she snuggles a little closer into his arms. The future’s unclear, but one thing’s for sure; it feels really fucking good to be back.

[bandomgay]

My brain to yours pt.1 b.u

Tw: blood,gore,self harm,violence,hallucinations,slight mention of an ed

Au: hey babes this is gonna be my 5th time trying to post this and i want death so bad...however if there is any confusing things or typos or things seem to quickly paced im sorry thats just my brain babey! Enjoy...i guess

Word count: 1,894

It all started when he was about 6 years old, he never spoke ever,not that he couldn't he just wouldn't, his parents were worried about his development,however nothing was ‘wrong', he had a quite developed thinking process for a child, but it wasn't a good one for his age nor was it a normal one,no child should be so terrified of talking to people and being thought lesser of as his voice shook violently while trying to say the easiest of sentences.

he understood people to early into his young life ,he got the memo that everything was too stupid and too hard to understand so he gave up . his mother took him back and forth to hospitals and child psychologists ,his mother scared for what was to come of him could this weirdness she didn't even have a name or diagnosis for develop into something more as he grew? She thought, would he be normal? Would he be like the other children who laughed and giggled at the littlest of things? Would he be happy like them? She had decided to push her concerns into the back of head deciding that maybe he was just awkward it's okay to not fit in hes a fucking 6 year old boy maybe it's not that deep.

he was now in the 3rd grade now and teachers became more and more loud and responsive with their problems, he thought maybe whatever bad stuff they had going on at home they just needed to vent threw aggressiveness and shaking hands and restless mornings,but however it was their screams he didn't care for, he looked them in the eye wondering what he had done wrong, however he didn't care enough to continually think about it, but he realized slowly that couldn't feel anything like the red faced teacher did, he’d envy the poor mannered teachers feelings if he could, just how they could get so angry and fed up with kids who were disgusting and vile and how he never felt that…... he never felt anything at all .Now he was in the 5th grade he had to repeat the 4th grade due to staggeringly low grades and his failed attempts at homework he never seemed to have remembered. Things were getting hard to remember, so hard to remember what the teacher had said in the classroom that seemed to fade away after he was picked up by his mom and the sheer silence of the drive home and his mothers sneaking looks into the mirror with furrowed eyebrows at her son who never told her how his day went.

In school it was just so easy just to drift off in the land of dark swirls and dark worlds filled with make believe that he couldn't separate from the real world that never seemed to go away and darkness he felt comfort in his head till he heard nothing but the disgusting laugh of a teacher who had looked as if she wanted to deck him in the face ( he imagined about 3 different scenarios of how that actually could have occured, he held back a giggle and a sly smirk) as she snapped her wrinkled hands in his face “earth to brendon” he heard the aged feminine voice laced with anger repeat twice but he had failed to tune into the first reminder he was too dissociated to notice, he came too but didn't understand her reasonings of not just leaving him alone and let him rot and break free and he soon heard the fits of laughter coming from children he knew he was too weak to stop.

he wanted to do terrible things to everyone in that very room including himself, a dark desire he couldn't contain from his mind but he never followed through with these type of thoughts. he could never seemed control them he thought of them like messages being sent from an unknown source in the back of his head that had an invisible connection to someone he could see but nobody else could he dared himself if he could just pull at the cord in his head he wouldn't have those those thoughts, the figure never showed up in the same form it could be the shadows of dirty rain water coming from outside showing like a projection on the dingy beat up wall rising above him to claim a mental dominance , or the rotten stain of mold on the bathroom floor that now seemed to have a charming glow yet secretive smile or the bag of dirty clothes that sat high up on its rounded edges now smiled at him and watched him threw the night .

now it was the 7th grade and things had went to shit,it was already shit but it had gotten no better, fits of depression had left him wanting to call a hitman on himself and letting himself be cut open so all the organs in his body to be shot out of him or rip his jaw and everything behind it out of his body but he was too fatigued to think about it anymore his brain seemed to have stopped working back in the 6th grade, he could never think clearly a heavy fog on his brain he could never do much for himself he found the most simple of things he couldn't do, he couldn't pay attention, he felt dizzy at random times becoming feverish and not thinking about why because he couldn't think he thought process lessen and lessened with every passing day until all there were was thoughts of gore and death,sadness and the never ending thought of killing anyone or anything that had managed to make him want death even more.

he just continued to fade in and out of reality staring into the wall for to long or unknowingly staring at the couple of people who he thought was calling him pathetic and worthless with the contradictory voice telling him he's so much better than the disgusting people he saw and that they didn't deserve to smile they don't deserve happiness even though they’d never even spoken a word to him, they were never mean to him. he started pinching,stabbing,pulling at his hair,clawing at himself hard trying to see if he could care that he'd just hurt himself he continued to hurt himself hoping somewhere in the back of his mind he start to feel things, to show him he's real everyone sees him, but his inner self knew what he was doing he wasn't just trying to see if he was a real person he was punishing himself because he couldn't do what the rest of the real kids could do he couldnt plop himeself in a hard metal chair and take a test without thinking about what a disgusting person he was, without hearing them say he wasn't shit that his brain is mush that he couldn't understand the easy directions how he could get so angry and mad without hesitation how he could imagine killing his parents im cold blood… he stomped on his own foot,why is he thinking about this why is he thinking about this why, they creeped back up on him showing him images of his brother and sisters dead and gutted his parents choking on blood and vomit pale and dying, he hated himself for thinking these things,but if it was possible for him to be completely honest with himself he didn't care if they had died or not he just didn't have the ability to care.

He couldn't look people in the face without seeing these images of grewling faces pushed together in piles of pink and red flesh crawling into each others organs which looked rotten and distorted, why was he seeing this things these disgusting things these things… he wouldn't admit to himself that everytime he looked in the mirror he tried not to vomit he tried to hard, he bashed in the mirror bloodlying his hand, his hiss echoing in the empty bathroom he couldn't go to the nurse he couldn't look her in the eye and see her like that, besides he was on the first floor and he was too weak to go all the way to the fourth floor he knew he would pass out, he felt something pooling in his stomach it was anxiety he felt the cramping in his stomach and the salivating in his dry mouth, he vomited into the sink, he hasn't eaten anything in about 3 weeks so the pain of dry heaving for almost half in hour into the sink made him dizzy and ultimately pass out. he had now awoken to bright lights that made him nauseous and whimper, he was in the hospital again. he tried so hard not look the nurses and doctors in the eye and seeing horrific images in his mind of them dead, rotten maggot filled and bloody be he regained his ability to see the normally after a while.

“Brendon honey…” his mommy's voice was there “mommy...hi mommy” he said in a broken whisper. She had realized he never calls her mommy unless something's wrong he wasn't aware that he was, he turned to the right finding an iv carefully placed into in scarily pale arm “honey...they found you in the bathroom your hand was cut up...you where passed out what...t?” she silenced herself for a moment seconds later starting up again. “They found you in the bathroom..the mirror was broken and your hand was cut pretty deep and passed out” he mouth trembled a bit, she moved his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he felt wetness on his skin his own uniform shirt clinging to his skin he was sweating.

He didn't feel real he didn't respond properly to what she had said he only looked away.. And said “dizzy….everything hurts…” he was so surprised he felt something but if feeling was like this he didn't want it. “I d..don't wanna feel like this..can you make it stop mommy please?!” Nani was absolutely terrified she'd never been so scared for her little boy, “its gonna be okay,sweetie...i swear..to god i swear…” in this moment if she was honest she didn't believe there was a god, no god would do this to her son, she turned around after hearing the door and hard footsteps.

“Hello ms. Urie im dr. Yakima, i will be assisting and diagnosing your son” she nodded softly wanting her son to be okay. “Hey son,open your eyes for me,i'm here to help” brendon heard a much more distorted version of what the doctor had said than nani did, but then again he was fading in and out. He handed her pills and said firmly “these are anti-nausea and pain killers i'm gonna give these to him and he will feel much much better i promise..” He was right it with his cocked up eyebrow and charming smile that sparkled with calmness and reassurance that worked its way into nani. the medication  worked but not instantly. “Sit up honey..” She said softly, he followed what she said slowly with a wrecked groan and intense muscle pain however there was no rush.

[thxyx]

[thiya’s trash] 012; 2jaenetwork intro

This is late, isn’t it? Ah, I’m sorry, I just wanted to finish this fic.

Anyway, hi! My name is Thiya (you can also call me Thi) and I’m from India. I’m a huge 2jae enthusiast and I write a lot of fanfiction about them. I’m pretty shy and intimidated easily by people so if you’re up for talking do approach me because I will not no matter how badly I want to talk to you. I got into K-pop early 2016 and into GOT7 during December 2016. I was sold to 2jae that easily. I love them so much. I’m also not very good at talking about myself, can you tell? I’m going to quit the intro now - I think my writing says a lot more about me than anything else I can say.

Title: Symphony

Word Count: 4,598

Genre: Fluff, mostly. It’s very cliche stuff, jeez.

Other notes: I wanted to make it six posts but I don’t have that much patience. Also the parts are named after songs, but I accidentally referenced so many other songs and I was laughing about that. This hasn’t been proofread. Super cliche stuff.

1. Rewind

Sharing an apartment with someone who has a tendency of hopping onto your train of thought often means that that person will never leave your thoughts, and Choi Youngjae knows that better than anyone.

Work is his haven of solace, where he can focus on computing the numbers on his screen and his heart can keep itself together without melting into a gooey mess all over his rib cage. Back at his apartment, he has to face the sight of his housemate—a ridiculously beautiful sight, that much is true—, and he gladly would if it wasn't for the effect it had on his heart and his mind.

Im Jaebum is unfair to Youngjae, and he doesn't even have a clue that he is.

It's in his lazy gait, his relaxed exterior. It's in his smile that makes his eyes crinkle into crescents. It's in his bad jokes and blatancy. It's in his quiet caring manner that one can't detect very well under the tough appearance, with the ripped jeans and the multiple piercings. It's in the way that he can't pass a cat without petting it.

It's even in his faults, from his fiery temper to his firmness about right and wrong. It's in the way he's a stickler for respect. It's in the way he leaves his books all over the apartment and the sheepish way that he asks Youngjae if he's seen his fourth Harry Potter book.

It's in the small moments that they share, that they can't keep from sharing, since they're confined to the same small space for quite a significant portion of their time. The small moments that Youngjae's mind has the habit of replaying too many times over, just pulling it back and rewinding every time.

It's in the way he wakes Youngjae up, with shaking progressing from gentle to merciless, a small murmur of “Jae, wake up,” to “Choi, if you don't wake the fuck up right now, I'm eating your breakfast too.”

And this morning is no different.

“You know, I spend so much energy just waking you up every morning, it's surprising that I don't have a six pack yet,” sighs Jaebum with a shove to Youngjae's shoulder.

Youngjae, who's almost awake by now, tries to not think about that. He sleepily attempts to lash an arm out at Jaebum, but it comes off as more of a defeated flap.

“Okay, that's it, I'm done.” Youngjae doesn't realize fast enough when Jaebum slides his arms below Youngjae's knees and neck to pull him clean off the mattress.

With a yelp, Youngjae wraps his arms around Jaebum's neck, eyes snapping open at the shock of being separated from his mattress. Jaebum laughs, and Youngjae can feel the vibrations of his chest, which causes such a wave of emotions in him that he presses his face into the side of Jaebum's neck, only to take an almighty inhale of the scent of Jaebum's soap and realising that he just made his situation worse.

Jaebum's chuckling softly all the way until the living room, where he dumps Youngjae in a not-so-gentle manner on the couch, prompting an annoyed whine from the younger. “You're mean, Im Jaebum.”

Jaebum smirks, and Youngjae's heart combusts a bit inside his chest. “And you're cute, Choi Youngjae.”

Youngjae groans and covers his face with his hands, but his brain is at it again.

Pause. Rewind. Play.

2. A

As Jaebum catches Youngjae's eye for the seventh time in ten minutes, he wonders if the younger knows that he's being that obvious.

It's frankly quite amusing to Jaebum, who is—fortunately or unfortunately—highly observant, and has thereby picked up the indications that point to a very obvious conclusion: His housemate has fallen for him.

Does Jaebum have a problem with that? Absolutely not.

For one, he is the gayest gay to ever gay, so that part of the problem is non-existent. For two, Youngjae is probably his best option, on an absolute scale, not a relative one. Jaebum thinks that he could wait ages, but would still not come across someone as crazily sweet and adorable (the adjectives ought to be in italicized, bold, triple-underlined letters, because that's the amount of emphasis that Jaebum would like to place on that), or someone who was good at advice despite being younger, or someone who was just good company. Youngjae wasn't ideal—then again, no one was—, but his positives definitely outweighed his flaws.

So yeah, Jaebum definitely doesn't mind. In fact, he might just be falling himself, a progression that's causing him to do things that emotionally infuriate Youngjae, like being unnecessarily close or touchy. There are obvious ulterior motives here, because all that is what Jaebum wants too. He likes being close to Youngjae, falling asleep on Youngjae's shoulder when whatever they're watching gets too boring, catching Youngjae's gaze and receiving a guilty smile.

Jaebum would say something himself, but he wants to give Youngjae the moment, and that's annoying him as well, because Youngjae just won't take the prompt, no matter how obvious it is.

Which is ridiculous, because even without the words, Jaebum has figured it all out. When will Youngjae stop acting like this? Unbelievable.

They're up late on a Friday night, celebrating the end of another work week, and like usual, Jaebum falls asleep after the third episode of the TV show that they're making their way through, which currently is Riverdale.

When Jaebum blinks his eyes open, he suffers through the usual sleep-induced confusion stage, registering the identifying factors of his surroundings, like the fact that Youngjae is curled up and tucked into his side, and the fact that Jaebum fell asleep with his cheek resting on Youngjae's head. The laptop has been shut down and the only noises he's hearing are the tinny noises from the game that Youngjae's playing on his phone.

“Oh shit,” swears Jaebum in a mumble that makes it seem like his mouth has been stuffed with cotton. “I fell asleep again, didn't I?”

“Yup,” deadpans Youngjae, with an undertone that suggests that Jaebum might be more than a little stupid if he can't figure that out by himself. “You didn't even stay up long enough to find out who murdered Jason Blossom.”

“Fuck.” Jaebum rubs his eye with his fist and lets the world sink back into focus. “Don't tell me, then.”

“Mhmm,” hums Youngjae absently, focused on his game. “We can watch it over tomorrow afternoon, if you're not planning to fall asleep then.” Youngjae never minded watching something over as long as it was up to his standards, so Jaebum doesn't blink before agreeing.

“Now go sleep, idiot,” chides Youngjae, tearing his eyes away from his phone as the victorious game music plays. “You've barely slept the whole week, and you're causing me to worry.”

“Wouldn't want to do that,” smiles Jaebum playfully as his heart flutters in his chest like a restless bird in reaction to the concern shown. He leans over to press his lips to Youngjae's forehead. “G’night, Jae.”

There's a slight stutter to Youngjae's voice as he returns the words, which is the reason for Jaebum's self-satisfied smile that he wears as he walks to his room.

Now it's just a matter of time.

3. Confession Song

Trust me, Youngjae, Mark had said. It may seem cliché, but it will work, Youngjae, Mark had said. Easy for Mark to say. So easy. If Youngjae had been in the music industry instead of giving up that dream for him accounting degree, he would’ve had it as easy as Mark when the older had asked his fellow producer out (Jinyoung, Youngjae recalls the name to be).

Youngjae stares at the iPod in his hand, the name of the recording (which is 'Um, you should maybe listen to this’), and he wants to die. Did he just write a song to confess to Jaebum? Well, he didn't just do it. He stayed up for three whole nights to finish the whole thing, having to recall all the things he had to do to put together a song (the last time he'd done that was in high school), and recording over and over until his voice resembled ragged ribbons ruffled by the wind.

His hands shake as he places it on the kitchen counter with a pair of earphones. The iPod has been emptied of all tracks except this one, and Youngjae's heart is beating so loud that he can hear the drumming in his ears. He's two seconds away from shoving it into his pocket and disposing of it when he gets the chance, but no. He's put this off for too long.

He stares at the device again, then picks up his backpack and leaves. Jaebum's still in the shower, and Youngjae hadn't been lying completely when he had explained last night that he'd be leaving early for work this morning. He did have an early meeting—maybe not one that warranted leaving that early, but early regardless.

Youngjae spends the entire day feeling like he's walking on glass. He thanks every star of his that he forgot to take his phone with him this morning, because he'd run it down the previous night nervously playing games whenever he needed a break. Now he'd have to wait the whole day until he saw Jaebum and witnessed his reaction.

God, his neural endings feel like they’ve been set on fire, because every sound is making him jump. If Jaebum’s eventual reaction doesn’t kill him, the nerves just might.

=

Jaebum hums a small tune to himself as he takes the steps up to the apartment, a take-out bag hooked in his hand. He got to leave the office early enough today and decided to pick up dinner from Youngjae’s favorite restaurant on the way back, just because.

He’s just unlocked the door and placed the food on the dinner table when Youngjae walks in, tie hanging off his neck with the top button undone, his jet-black bangs a mess over his forehead. He looks like he’s been to hell and back. Jaebum wants to give him a huge hug and a couple forehead kisses and make him smile again.

And now Jaebum wants to punch himself in the face because when did he become so cheesy when it came to Youngjae? Jeez.

Youngjae gives him a odd look when he meets his eyes. It’s one that’s calculating, cautious. Jaebum doesn’t really understand it. “Hey, you,” he smiles. “I take it that work was as usual?”

“Mhmm, yeah,” answers Youngjae, his eyes narrowing by the tiniest fraction, as though trying to analyse Jaebum, pick some damning hint from his expression. Jaebum doesn’t get it. “Did you listen to…?”

A crease forms between Jaebum’s eyebrows. “Listen to what?” He’s confused now. What did he miss?

“I left, uh, you know what, never mind.” Youngjae pinches the bridge of his nose as though regretting all of his life decisions, and suddenly his phone starts ringing from the corner table where it's been connected to the charger.

Youngjae strides across the room to pick it up. “Hello?” Pause. “My folder? Yeah, I left it at work but I'll pick it up tomo—Oh, you have it?” Pause. “You're downstairs? You didn't have to do that!” Pause. “Okay, I'll be down in a minute.”

Jaebum raises his eyebrows, asking for a explanation as Youngjae puts his phone down. “Yugyeom has the files I left at work, and he's downstairs, so I’m going to pick them up.” Jaebum shrugs, and Youngjae walks out the door.

Jaebum wanders to the kitchen to fetch two sets of cutlery when he sees Youngjae's iPod sitting on the edge of the counter, tucked behind the sugar container and almost completely hidden from sight. Jaebum frowns. He's generally the one leaving stuff in all weird places.

He yanks the iPod out of its hiding place and a pair of earphones trails behind it. The screen lights up when Jaebum clicks the power button to see if the device is still functioning, displaying a rather oddly named song.

He stares at the screen for a couple seconds and then bursts out laughing. Youngjae did not. Youngjae did not. Jaebum can't believe him. This must've been what Youngjae had been referring to earlier.

That cheesy, cliché male. Jaebum’s smile turns a little softer as he puts the earphones in and clicks play. Youngjae's blissful singing voice filters through the earphones, and Jaebum can tell right off the bat that this is exactly what he expected. A soft, melodious backing track and lyrics that warmed him from head to toe pronounced in Youngjae's honest and emotional voice.

Jaebum buries his face in his hands because it has turned scarlet and is burning so much that he's pretty sure that he's radiating enough heat to raise the temperature of the entire apartment. The very thought of someone writing a song for him has been unfathomable his entire life and then this? God, Jaebum doesn't even have words to describe his feelings at the moment.

Once the song has ended, there's a pause, like a microphone is being adjusted, then a tentative voice speaks. “Uh, hyung? I'm pretty sure you understand the context of all of that. I am rather obvious, am I not?” A small guilty laugh, and Jaebum grins like an idiot. “But anyway, all of this is a hundred percent really, and I guess that scares me in a way.” A pause. “Maybe I shouldn't have said that. It's just—jeez, I like you so much, okay? I had to say it. If you don't feel the same way, just wrap the earphones around the iPod and leave it where you found it. I'll understand, and you can just forget about all of this. I don't think I'd be able to handle the conversation. Alright.” A beep, and the recording ends.

Jaebum places the iPod back on the counter, contemplating on what reaction to exhibit once Youngjae came back upstairs. Yugyeom tends to talk a lot, so Jaebum knows he still has a couple minutes. He picks up two sets of cutlery and sets them next to the containers of food, sifting through scenarios in his head.

The front door slams just as Jaebum has come up with an elaborate plan to feign ignorance at first, and then drop a reference a little later to fluster Youngjae and successfully let the cat out of the bag.

However, that plan goes to shit as soon as he meets Youngjae's eyes, and a smile ripples across his face—an unbridled force of nature, emotion-heavy and resistant to any attempt to suppress it.

Youngjae narrows his eyes. “What are you smiling for?”

Jaebum presses his lips together, wanting the huge bubble of feelings in his chest to stop trying to come up his throat. “Nothing,” he attempts to shrug nonchalantly.

“You're turning red,” points out Youngjae slowly. He digs his fingernails into his palm. “Are you sick? That's one of two explanations I can think of. Did you listen to—?”

“No,” lies Jaebum, before a waterfall of giggles begins spilling out of his mouth.

“You're a really bad liar,” comments Youngjae with an embarrassed laugh, as Jaebum walks over to him.

“I am, am I not?” grins Jaebum, stopping a couple inches in front of Youngjae.

“Totally,” says Youngjae, placing his hands on either side of Jaebum's smiling face. “Holy fuck, your entire face has gone crimson.” His hands slide down Jaebum's face and neck to finally rest on his chest, Youngjae staring at the fabric of the shirt instead of Jaebum's face.

“Your doing, I believe,” teases Jaebum, wrapping his arms around Youngjae's waist and pulling him closer. “That song was insane. In the best way. Didn't expect you to do that.”

A small embarrassed laugh escapes Youngjae's mouth. “Didn't expect myself to do that either.” His breath catches just the slightest, but then he lets out a relieved sigh, which Jaebum can feel because they are in proximity that close.

And Jaebum can't resist the urge to tease Youngjae a bit. “Honestly, I thought you'd never say anything. I was on the verge of giving up hope and confessing myself.”

“Shut up. I'm an obvious procrastinator, I know,” grumbles Youngjae, a small smile on his lips.

“Oh, you don't say. So obvious that—” Jaebum's words are cut off when Youngjae presses his lips to his in a sharp, sudden kiss, a short one that Jaebum doesn't even properly register until it's over.

“Kindly cease your harping on that,” grins Youngjae, evidently proud of himself.

“I thought I'd have to take first turn,” says Jaebum, looking a little shell-shocked, but very, very pleased.

“You can be the second. And third. And so on and so forth,” says Youngjae, a smidge of shyness creeping into his words.

Jaebum laughs and leans his forehead against Youngjae's. He doesn't say it, but he wants to be Youngjae's last.

4. It Hurts

Nothing is perfect. No task, no option, no situation, no relationship. There is a relative scale of imperfection, from a slight misalignment to survivable to seriously, we can't fix this. The ranking of anything on this scale depended on how the subjects concerned treated it. No more, no less.

Disagreements also have a scale. There's bickering. Then there's plain disagreeing. Then there's arguing. Then there's fighting. Then there are the full-blown fights that rattle the infrastructure of the very relationship, the fight version of an earthquake, negating the surity of the future of the relationship.

One progresses to the other, when neither party manages to call a ceasefire, or makes any attempt at all to stop the snowballing.

Jaebum is a stubborn person. Youngjae, not so much, but the characteristic is simply exhibited to a lesser degree in him, not really non-existent. Fights are inevitable—they always have been—and mostly they find their way around them. But there happens to be one sore topic that they simply cannot see eye to eye on, and that causes all their problems—the future.

Jaebum is always one to plan way ahead, jumping decades ahead to decide outcomes for then. Everything is a long term problem with him. That's just the way he is.

Youngjae, on the other hand, is not that kind of person. Living in the moment is more his thing. Simply living, making decisions in the moment, without worrying about the consequences.

Which is why Jaebum reacts that much when Youngjae can't give him a straight answer on how serious it is, what they have. Is Youngjae a part of his future plans? Because that's what Jaebum wants, though he won't say that out loud because he's not sure of what Youngjae thinks. Whenever he voices the question, Youngjae will tell him to stop overthinking, give him a soft kiss, and tell him to just enjoy what they have in this very moment.

But that's difficult, isn't it? Because what if Jaebum makes all his plans around this boy, only to figure out that what they had was nothing but a fling? Fleeting. Ephemeral. No forever. So he persists, calculating his timing and phrasing, but it all goes to shit every time.

It'll start off with a comment from Jaebum, accidental or otherwise. Youngjae will make his comeback, because when it comes to this he simply cannot resist. Thus begins the downward spiral into a fight, until one of them says that they're tired of it, and they simply stop talking about it, no attempt of resolution made.

Shoving a problem under the carpet is the worst possible way to handle it, so it's no surprise when one day the metaphorical carpet is ripped away and the problem makes its presence known in the ugliest of forms, resulting in one extremely large fight where every negative mental receipt kept comes up, when they stray so far that they forgot where they started.

Jaebum shuts himself in his room—the one he hasn't slept in for ages—and Youngjae goes to his, throwing a set of clothes into his backpack along with his laptop and files from his latest client, and texts Mark once he slams the apartment door behind him, informing the older that he's staying the night with him, because he really needs a break right now.

Then out of spite, with fury burning through his veins, he switches texts to send another few texts.

Jaebum <3

[ last seen one hour ago ]

you believe you asked for an answer<<

here it is<<

we're over<<

He stares at his screen for a few seconds more, until the words blur into ambiguity. He's about to put his phone back into his pocket when it buzzes once.

Jaebum <3

[ online ]

>>best news i've ever heard.

>>have a great life, youngjae.

Jaebum stares at his phone as the ticks next to his message change color to confirm that they have been read, tear after tear trailing down his cheeks.

He got his answer. Now he thinks he could've gone the rest of his life not knowing.

5. Sign

They say the words uttered in anger are the ones you most regret.

They're right, because if there's one thing that Youngjae has been feeling nonstop for the last one week, it's pure, unadulterated regret.

He's been staying with Mark since the fight, and Mark had been nothing but accomodating, and Youngjae tries to repay him the best he can. Mark's boyfriend is sweet as well, babying Youngjae by making him eat second helpings and making sure he doesn't stay up working too late and tire himself of—Youngjae feels like he's found a second mom in Jinyoung. The ache of familiarity that fills his chest when Mark looks at Jinyoung with absolute fondness makes Youngjae realize that it'll take him more than a while to get over Jaebum.

The night of the fight, Youngjae had sat up talking to Mark until three in the morning, verbally contemplating at length about how big a mistake he made and the fact that this is all his fault. Mark is one of the best listeners, and he doesn't have much advice to give, the only thing he had to say being “Well, it all comes down to what will make you happy. It's just that simple.”

What makes him happy? The answer is simple, and he can feel it in his bones, his nerves, his muscles,every time that he goes back to the apartment to fetch something or the other of his, when he knows Jaebum is at work. His subconscious murmurs that he keeps making excuses just to go back there, and he has nothing to say to contradict that.

He misses his home, with its walls painted in pastels, with its sense of disorderly order, like order was attempted to be maintained, emphasis on attempted. He misses his home with Jaebum in it. He misses Jaebum.

If home is where the heart is, then Jaebum is Youngjae's home. Youngjae already knows that he's not going to be moving on anytime soon, that the possibility of him doing that is next to zero, because he doesn't even want to do that. He wishes he could tell Jaebum that, ask for another chance, but he's afraid that Jaebum's pride will prevent him from taking Youngjae back.

Until ten days after the fight, when Youngjae goes back to get a USB drive of his, and he finds a piece of paper taped to his bedroom door.

Jae, I know you've been dropping by. When my books are suddenly straightened and my jacket is not draped over the couch, I know that's your doing. Either that or some other neat freak has been sneaking into my house and I need better security. I'm hoping it isn't the latter.

Anyway, we were stupid to fight, and I can't go on like this. I was so focused on the future to realize what I did have. I'm leaving work early today. Come back home in time for dinner, okay? I miss you.

Youngjae stares at the note and lets the words sink in, smiling as he reads them over a second time. That's all the cue he needs.

6. Never Ever

Youngjae swears at the traffic in front of him. Then he swears at the thought of his boss, who thought it was okay to keep Youngjae late on the one day that be wanted to get out early.

He pauses in front of the apartment door, key frozen next to the lock. He takes a second to smooth down his hair, knowing that he looks like a mess. He just wanted to get that fast enough, and the sensible side of him reminds him that Jaebum anyway does not care how he looks.

He inserts the key into the lock and twists, letting himself in. Jaebum, looking freshly showered in a large hoodie, is by the island countertop of the joint kitchen, emptying a bag of chips into a bowl, an act he pauses once he notices Youngjae.

The air between them hums with a nameless energy, neither good nor bad. It's laced with the slightest bit of acceptance, because they both figured they'd end up back here.

“So I know I fucked up,” starts Jaebum, words slow and disjoint. Huh, just like him to blame things on himself. “And we have issues to discuss.”

“But please, none of that now,” interrupts Youngjae with a soft sigh. Just seeing Jaebum again has triggered in him so many emotions that he can't even begin to separate and analyse each one. “I'm just so tired.”

Tired from working so many nights, just to prevent myself from thinking about you. Tired of running. Tired of being angry. Tired of being away from you.

Jaebum understands that, so he simply holds his arms open so that Youngjae can walk into them. Burying his head into the hollow of Jaebum's neck, Youngjae lets out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. Jaebum smells like cherry soap and minty cologne. He smells familiar and welcoming.

A feeling of relief washes over Youngjae. It feels like he's come home.

“I missed you, Jae,” whispers Jaebum, leaving a kiss on Youngjae crown. “So much.”

“I love you,” blurts out Youngjae suddenly. It's a thought that he'd been meaning to mention for a while—ten days to be exact. Only living without Jaebum made him realize how much he actually cared for Jaebum.

A pause. “You mean that?” The words are laced with suppressed emotion, uncertainty, a plea, a hope.

“Of course I do,” smiles Youngjae, giving Jaebum a little squeeze for emphasis. “And I am going to love you the same in the future.”

“Oh.” Youngjae can hear the smile in Jaebum's voice, in that one syllable. And all their arguments, they’re all solved right there. It’s an admission of defeat, but not a sad one. One that feels more like a treaty, a peace offering. Something that makes both sides happy. “Okay then.”

“That's it?” asks Youngjae, feigning offence. “I tell you all that, and that's how you reply?!”

“A bit… overwhelmed,” admits Jaebum, a little relieved laugh escaping his lips. “But I’m glad I don’t have to let you go. Ever.”

“Never ever?” asks Youngjae.

“Never ever ever,” adds Jaebum, beginning to giggle. It’s contagious, so Youngjae also starts laughing.

“Never ever ever ever?” asks Youngjae between wheezy chuckles. God, he’s so drunk on the feeling of contentment. “This chain is never going to end, is it?”

“It doesn’t have to,” obliges Jaebum, ruffling Youngjae’s hair. “We’ve got all eternity.”

=

[cas-hyung]

~ BTS ~

You Made Me Again - Taekook/Yoonminjin - M (for now) - WIP -  AO3 

He was falling. The wind was ripping at his wings and tearing the feathers off one by one, and the atmosphere was burning the ones that were left. He had been cast away; thrown out of heaven by his own brothers. The betrayal almost hurt worse than the pain in his wings. The wings would heal over time, but this sort of pain was different. It made his heart beat faster and his stomach ache, it made tears sting at the corner of his eyes. He was thrown away.

~ Voltron: Legendary Defender ~

The Glow Of The Fire Will Light Up The Night - Klance -E- Complete - AO3

It starts as a fight; it always starts as a fight. The other members might not have figured it out yet, except for Pidge, Pidge always seems to know. Anyways, fighting. It’s become sort of their foreplay in a weird messed up kind of way, but it’s how they work. Lance throws a few insults at Keith, Keith flips his ridiculous hair angrily at Lance and they continue like that. It’s easy, it’s normal and for the most part the team has no idea what it leads to later. 

Stranded Together, Our Worlds Have Collided - Sheith - T+ - WIP - AO3

This story is about Shiro and Keith who have more in common than they realize. Shiro, the escaped lab experiment and Keith the walking anomaly. Both are living weapons and both are fighting for their freedom. They may not know the extent of their own power or what it could be used for, but Shiro and Keith are working to make a change in the world. Will they use their abilities to raze the nation to the ground or will they use it to protect the ones they love?

Because Of You, I’m Becoming Ruined - Klance - T+ - Complete - AO3

Keith doesn't really believe in soulmates, he's not really a fan of the whole thing. Yeah a line magically shows up on your skin some day and ta-da! It's what the love of your life is gonna say to you when you meet them. Sounds perfect right? Definitely logical.

Your Small Smile Brings Up A Storm In My Heart - Klance - T+ - Complete - AO3

Lance finds out he's a demigod and Keith ends up helping him learn new things. Capture the flag happens and cute moments under a tree.

~ Bungou Stray Dogs ~

Tie Me Up And Show Me What's Real -Soukoku- E - Complete - AO3

“I’ve had enough,” Chuuya growls. “Bed, now.”

It’s About To Go Down, We Go Have A Show Down - Soukoku - E - Complete - AO3

Apparently there was a bathroom hidden in the library, one that not many people knew about and the perfect place for him to work through Dazai’s boredom. Dazai used Chuuya to open the door, pushing him into it and making him walk backwards until they were both in the room and the lock was turned.

~ Haikyuu ~ (all bokuakakuroken and pairings from within that ship)

Pouring The Fuel, Fanning The Flames - E - Complete - AO3

Akaashi and Kenma are getting restless. It’s been weeks since their show with the socks and panties, and Bokuto and Kuroo haven’t done anything. Of course they were still having sex, very good sex, very often, but it wasn’t the kind like it was before. Something so intense that you can’t just do every night.

Upon Our Joined Hands, Leave A Gentle Kiss - E - Complete - AO3

“Mmmm are you sure? I could keep going like this for hours.” Bokuto replies with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Yeah I know but do you know what you could be doing right now?” Kenma asks. “What is that?” “You could be fucking me against this wall.” Kenma whispers right into Bokuto’s ear

Bokuto's New Groove - M - Complete - AO3

Kuroo and Bokuto get freaky after their daily gym time. Shenanigans ensue.

Quiet Nights - T+ - Complete - AO3

Based off of the post 'Imagine Person A holding Person B while laying in bed. Person A kisses Person B’s forehead, thinking Person B is asleep. Just before Person A gives Person B another kiss, Person B turns and their lips touch. Bonus if Person A is blushing.'

Or where Kuroo falls asleep on Kenma and fluff happens.

Doubts - M - Complete - AO3

Prompt: You should do an angsty but happy at the end bokuakakuroken prompt where one of them has doubts about the relationship and feels like it would be the same w/o them but then the others try to cheer them up. And/or tooth rotting fluff

Shopping Can Be Fun - G - Complete - AO3

Kuroo and Kenma go shopping and they find something unexpected.

Sometimes Plans Backfire - E - Complete - AO3

Prompt: Hello I heard Bokuakakuroken and you should totally write a smutty fic where Bokuto and Kuroo are making out and feeling each other up to tease Akaashi and Kenma. In the end they have a hot foursome where everyone makes out with everyone

Legos Are The One True Enemy - M - Complete - AO3

prompt: kuroo stepping on a lego and being very dramatic about it; so dramatic it turns into the Scene Where The Love Of The Main Character Dies and preferably its bokuto helping him with it (duh), kenma and akaashi just... wondering wat did they do to deserve This Fucking Mess. may contain 'im gonna push this lego pyramid up ur ass' threats.

Akaashi Has The Hands Of An Angel - G - Complete - AO3

Kuroo comes home with a backache and everyone does what they can to help. Akaashi has magic hands and Kenma and Bokuto are cuddle bugs, fluff ahead.

A Taste of Their Own Medicine - E - Complete - AO3 

Kenma and Akaashi come up with a plan to show Bokuto and Kuroo just how good thigh high knee pads can look.

Kuroo's Thighs Are Absolutely Obscene - E - Complete - AO3

Kuroo forgets his knee pads and Bokuto saves the day. Akaashi and Kenma can't take the teasing anymore and locker room shenanigans happen.

[franeridart]

This might be too much to ask but I broke my laptop and only have access to mobile and I'm dying to know what I'm actually missing but I can't check would you be able to describe it? Sorry I know this is annoying ignore it if it's too much trouble

It’s not annoying so don’t worry about it, but my posts should all be visible, now? At least my app doesn’t give me the option to request a review anymore… if you can’t see them still they’re all (aside from the one I posted earlier) backed up on my wordpress blog! You can see them from there without me needing to describe them~

Anon said:Franeri-san what dimensions do you usually use for your canvas? When I draw I end up making the canvas too small, so when i zoom in to make details it becomes pixelated. But I also don’t need my canvas too big because I won’t be able to proportion it;; it’s a visual thing… Ah I’m rambling sorry

I use a 6000pxx5000px with a 4px brush, usually, but I really rarely use it all, mostly it’s just like, corners of the whole thing. I tend to draw a lot of things on the same canvas before switching to a new one - that said, personally I can’t draw properly if I don’t zoom in above 100% (usually I work at 150% or 200%, more for details) so I’m really not the right person to ask this haha

Anon said:I saw that profanity is now being blocked more heavily by safe search so our good, good but foul mouthed Baku may be the reason your stuff is hidden. You’ve probably already heard this but I thought I’d let you know~

Rip so I heard orz though let’s not give our Baku all the fault here, I swear a lot by myself too haha I’m my own ruin, seems like - thank you for taking your time to share the info, anyway!!

Anon said:I’m really happy about your blog not being censored seriously. CAUSE YOU MAKE WONDERFUL DRAWINGS THAT FILL MY HEART AND I WAS STARTING TO PANICK. Keep up the good work~. 🖤

And I’m really happy you can properly see my blog, you sweet sweet cute and adorable anon!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:Hello! First, I love your art and your headcanons and stories! I am in love with bakushima half because of you, you beautiful tart. Second, about Bakugo’s laugh, holy crikey, of course he’s loud and explosive. The boy is a ball of stress and anger and when he laughs for real, it’s rare and takes effort. But like, can you just imagine when his explodo-kill mask cracks his face turns red because he doesn’t want to laugh. But THEN he barks out a laugh and everybody’s stunned and then he just SNORTS

YES!!!!!!! Oh my god yes that’s an hc I have he definitely, definitely snorts when he tries to hold back his laughter it’s so effin adorable I die every day a lot bless that kid

Anon said:Who tops of in your opinion in Bakushima?👀

Maybe either, maybe neither, depends on many things but mostly on how I don’t ever ask myself this question for any of my ships so I got no answer for it at all ever - instead we should ask ourselves the important questions, like who opens the water bottles between them (Kirishima when Bakugou’s palms get too sweaty and Bakugou’s forever resentful about it), who kicks when they sleep and who always ends up sleeping on the floor because of it (Bakugou’s the restless sleeper, poor Kirishima), who takes way too damn long in the bathroom goddamnit Kirishima get out of there already I swear to go——-

Anon said:your blog makes me really happy just keep doing you you’re like the best thing

Thank you so much holy smokes!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:wait wait wait wait! is Bakugou the one teaching Shark Kirishima sign language?? then does that mean Kirishima learned to sign ‘I love you’ from Bakugou!? (Q/)////(\Q)

They’re learning together!! They have an online dictionary and follow online courses, so Kirishima kind of looked it up for himself at first - he was signing it as love instead of really like thoug, which made Bakugou indecently flustered so in the end, yes, he was the one to teach him how to properly sign it :D

Anon said:Will you still be updating this blog?

Sure will! The wordpress one is just a backup thing!

Anon said:wait so question: in the mer au, does kiri know jsl from before? because the way he reacted to bakugou first attempting to sign at him looked like he recognized it but you said they both had to learn? does he react like that because he recognizes it as bakugou actively trying to communicate? (btw this au is So Good i love how kaminari is just “why are you like this” at kiri but his Gay Ass cant be swayed)

I’m glad you like it!!!!! And nope Kiri didn’t know jsl from before, but mers do have something similar to a sign language (there’s deaf and mute merpeople too, after all) so he recognized it as Bakugou going “I want to talk to you and this is the best way to” - also, he’d never seen a tablet before and Bakugou was showing him an explosion on it to make him understand and instead he went “what is this SORCERY” and got excited about a gif. Good, pure kid. I had no clue how to add that in the comic in a fast way tho so let’s leave it at him being happy they found a possible way to communicate haha

Anon said:Hi Fran!!! Hace you reas the theoriws aboyo kiri o kaminari Boeing traitors? Si you know where they came up? I’m lil bit lost even tho I’m up with the man lmao ALSO pls more maki-chan

So pretty much at some point in the middle of a meeting Present Mic mentioned how there probably was a traitor between them that kept on feeding the villains infos about UA, and the fandom of course got interested in that!! Who could it be? They started thinking it through and for some reason the theories that ended up being more popular are about it being either Kaminari, Kirishima or Hagakure - I don’t think any of these are true, but if you google search “kaminari traitor theory” or the same with the other two names you should easily find the posts explaining the theories and where they come from, if you’re interested!

Anon said:omg fran i haven’t watched/read bnha but still solely bc of your art i am IN LOVE with kirishima. he’s such a pure being I feel like crying every time i see him??? like i just watched the first opening of the anime and you bet i watched the 5 seconds kirishima gets over and over. like all the bnha kids seem great. i am somehow extremely motivated to read bnha now thanks to your art. BUT OH MY GOD KIRISHIMA I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WHAT EVEN

You picked the best fave you could ever pick, anon!!! Kirishima is the BESTEST boy, purest and brightest and energetic and actual sunshine and also super strong and resilient and kind of an ass now and again but in a good way he’s GREAT I’m IN LOVE with him good job your intuition is perfect

Anon said:THE MER AU WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER I LOVE SHARK KIRISHIMA AND THE TAGS ALL GAVE ME LIFE

GLAD YOU LIKED IT OMG!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love all your art, but especially all your self indulgent stuff bc first off HELLS YEAH DO THE STUFF THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY and another is it feels like self indulgent stuff for me but I’m not the one making the thing… So like… It’s Good™ BUT YEAH ANYWAYS I LOVE YOUR ART AND YOU AND YOUR ART MAKES ME HAPPY TBH I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING A LOVELY DAY

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH also this is super nice to know because sometimes being self-indulgent is all I can manage to do haha r i p but at least now I’ll know you, for one, will like it!!! That’s nice!!!!!!

Anon said:If you were ever bored and wanted to do more of your mershark au thing I wouldn’t be mad at all ! 😝 your art is so cute and easily recognizable and I really enjoy it! Stay beautiful lovely Fran!

!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I really, really think I will!!!!!!!! :D

Anon said:I bet if denki tried to do the “if i jump at ______ they will most certainly catch me” with bakugou, bakugou would just let him fall

Oh my god no Bakugou’s reflexes and instincts are too fast and automatic the actual reaction at seeing someone run and jump at him would be without thinking trying to explodo-kill them don’t jump at him Kaminariiiii

Anon said: What to you think of a school dance bnha concept thing???

I read a bakushima about it once and I DIED so actually A++++ great perfect amazing concept I love it

Anon said:I gotta know,what do you think of the “Dabi is Todoroki Shouto’s brother” theory? i personally feel like that 1’s the most likely theory to become a legit thing but im curious

I talked about this on my main just the other day!! And added something about it earlier through another ask! But generally I think it’s believable, and I wouldn’t mind it being true :D

Anon said:But, what are your feelings about this chapters? And Kirishima? God, I love him even more and want him to be happy, but Im also dying to know what happened to him in his past!!

I CRIED I love that boy so much I swear it’s getting ridiculous I’m so so proud of him and how far he’s come and I just want him to be happy??? I do want to know his past tho!!! I’ve just been asking for this for, like, eight months!! I hope next one will be the one I’ll finally learn about my child tbh ;–;

Anon said:Fran you should totally do bnha and haikyuu calendars

………………..boi that sounds like a lot of work, anon. Like, it’s an interesting idea, but also my lazy ass is telling me no way no what the heck go to sleep instead r i p

Anon said:Have you ever thought of an eraser mic fusion?

I’ve drawn it already!!

Anon said:fran i?? i love the way you draw smiles?? idk i was just going through your art and i realized that holy SHIT i really love the way you draw smiles. like each smile is different and has its own specialty. esp bakugo’s smile I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW HIS SMILE!! like usually it’s not really noticeable but then there’s that slight quirk of his mouth (see what i did there?) and it’s so perfect. idk dude i just REALLY LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW SMILES

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE ASK I DON’T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER HELP ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you????? so much??????? I’m glad you like them cause honestly I love drawing people smiling and laughing, it makes my heart smile too~

Anon said:Theres a bnhaStuck blog in the works ;)

That’s? Nice! I guess!! I hope whoever’s working on it will have fun with it!!

Anon said:Fran this last BNHA chapter hurt so bad. And then I saw your mer-Kiri and it cheered me up!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad I could cheer you up cause honestly I felt that pain a whole damn lot too ;A; let’s hope Kiri won’t have to suffer much more in this arc #sob

Anon said:im crying fran, my hard bby kiri in the latest chap,,, my baby boi, i know that i wanted to know more abt him but,, keep my baby safe pls oh goodness gracious… (and as usual ur bootiful art keeps me alive)

I mean nearly all the character arcs we got are damn sad so it was obvious Kiri’s was going to be too, but still ;A; don’t make him suffer too bad Hori I beg u ;A;

Anon said:*takes deep breath* I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR MAKING QUALITY ART OF MY FAVOURITE SHIPS YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON AND YOUR ART IS VERY PRETTY AND I JUST WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR EXISTING IN GENERAL BYe

THANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:!!!!!!FRAN!!!!!! YOUR MER!KIRI AU!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D I’m glad you enjoy it!!!!!! 

Anon said:I love your work 😍. You are the only one who makes comics About my favourite ships. I check your web everyday If you post something new. My fav ships are I.waoi, bok.uroo and bak.ushima. Love your work 🙂

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you!!!! holy smokes!!!!!

Anon said:Do you have an OC for Boku no Hero Academy?

The closest things to bnha ocs I have are the fusions, right now, but there’s a couple of asks in my inbox about a bkkr kid… soon……..

Anon said:Quick question, I want to read haikyuu, I’ve watched the anime already and I was wondering how close the anime follows the manga, like how bnha is basically identical, is it the same? Or is there a bit of difference *^*

I’m SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO ANSWER - I bet you already found your answer elsewhere, but anyway the anime is pretty much exactly the same as the manga!!

Anon said:Back on the topic of hq!!! I find it funny how people ask about bok.uroo so much as if you dont like them anymore when they’re literally still your header, like if you didn’t care for them they’d think you’d change it to bakushima or something

I’ve literally thought about changing my header so often but then I look at it and I’m like….. my kids………… I can’t do this………………. not yet…………………. same for my icon tbh haha I love them too much rip

Anon said:Okay but what if Kirishima makes a really stupid pun and Bakugou just turns away with a curse and he’s just covering his mouth and quietly giggling into his hand because even he can’t believe he found that funny, and that is SHAMEFUL. And Sero in the distance is just looking at him, all disappointed. Quietly judging the fact that Kirishima and Bakugou are practically meant for one another.

You wanna know the best thing the absolute best thing? My very first bnha comic was something eerily similar to the first part of this ask! Only Bakugou was the one to accidentally make a pun - I’d link it but honestly my style was ridiculous back then so not happening, just know that I’m 100% sure that post is the reason why I keep on drawing bnha comics about puns, my very first post set the path for all the others to come hah a curse I don’t actually mind

Anon said:are you planning on starting another series? like the bokuroteru tattoo shop au you did (it was real dandy and rad) it was what made me find your blog, so i was wondering if you have any future plans for anything similar. i really like your blog lots, i hope you have a nice day!

Right now I don’t actually have any idea orderly enought to make a proper series out of it, rip - maybe in the future, tho! That one comic was fun to make, after all!! And thank you!!!!!!!!

Anon said:IM HARDCORE IN LOVE WITH TODOSHIMA THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR RUINING MY LIFE❤️❤️

I’M GLAD YOU LIKED HIM OH M Y GODS!!!!

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Apocalypse Sanders- Chapter 1

!!!WARNING!!!

This is VERY angsty, and includes heavy gore and violence, with heavy mentions of abuse. Please stay safe all!!! If there is a trigger I didnt mention, please please please tell me and I'll include a warning in this and all other posts I make about this story with such a trigger included! And if you cannot read it due to a trigger, I will be happy to give you a summary! This is probably gonna be the most violent chapter, and there is much fluff ahead!

"Get down." It was Logan.

"Why should I, calculator nerd?!" Roman said with a sly smirk.

"Because if you dont I'm telling Patton."

"Oh, so scary! I'm shaking in my boots!" The ten-year-old Roman retorted without missing a beat. Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Foolish child." Logan grabbed Roman and set him back down on the ground. Roman kicked him in protest, but it did next to nothing. "You're not even wearing boots!

Roman decided not to correct Logan.

"It was a metaphor, Lo." That's what Virgil was for; an emo 12 year old that was never found without an old black and purple hoodie that he always wore even before the apocalypse. Logan was about to respond, but found that Roman had already reached the top of the staircase again, hanging off the side of it, like the scene from 'Titanic'.

"Lo, please get Roman down from there..." Patton had arrived.

"Will do." Logan responded, and Roman pouted.

"TRUE WARIORS NEVER GIVE UP!!!" Roman yelled. He was met with various shushing from the rest of the occupants of the room.

"Your quest is over with, Ro. And stay quiet, you'll attract the creatures outside." Patton scolded lightly. Roman decided to listen to Patton, having seen the terrified expressions on the other's faces at his yell.

Patton adjusted his radio, hoping for a response today. The radio was oldish and didnt work the best, but it had good distance and he hoped that if there were any other survivors, he could contact them.

BANG BANG BANG

The sound of desprate knocking on the door caused the room's occupants to immediately look up from what they were doing to look at the door. The terrified child tried to tear himself away from his mother's grip, but was unable. She whispered to the child angrily, and he shut his mouth.

"PLEASE LET ME IN PLEASE THEYRE AFTER ME HELP—" The voice of a young woman practically screamed through the door. The child watched as his father grabbed a shovel from the table and opened the door. The woman ran through the doorway, a single zombie chasing after her.

Crack! The creature's head was smashed. The now headless zombie reached for the child's father. Crunch! Sqish! A few more hits to its rotten flesh did the trick. Another scream came from behind his father. The woman—he couldnt exactly see her face due to the tears spilling from his eyes down his own cheeks.

One of the monsters had followed her inside.

The woman picked up a vase, throwing it at the zombie. It was knocked off its feet, but got up once again. It lurched towards her, biting into her shoulder greedily. She screamed as the creature tore through her flesh with the eagerness of a child getting presents on Christmas. The child's mother dug her nails into his shoulders nervously. Against her motherly insincts, she used her child as a sort of sheild, standing back and pushing him to the front, giving him front row seats to the whole scene. The child's father stood back, knowing there was no saving her now. She screamed bloody murder as her flesh was eaten right off her living body. His father came to his senses and whacked the creature in the head with the shovel. A few more hits and it had stopped moving. He then crushed the woman's head, ending her life, as now that she had been bitten, there was no saving her... But the monster had done so much more than just bite her. The two corpses laid in the livingroom, bringing a terrifying silence. The brutally gorey image would haunt the child for years to come.

Patton and the kiddos looked for new shelter after a few days of staying in the previous house. Patton approaches the door, which had bloody scratch marks, most likely from zombies attempting to get inside the house.

~~~

"Are you okay ××××?" His father asked his wife. The child tuned out the conversation, reflecting on the events that had just occured. He felt sick and terrified. Tears continuously streamed from his eyes and he was shaking furiously. A loud scream awakened him from the trance. He looked up just in time to see his father being bitten by the creature. His neck had snapped and he was dead before he could scream. No, the scream he had heard was from his mother. He felt himself being pushed forward as his mother cowered in fear.

"Mommy's gonna run away now, okay? She's going to... go get help! Can you be a big boy and stop the monster for me sweetie? Make sure he doesnt get to mommy, okay!?" She said it as if she were merely asking him to do a chore or something of the like. As if she wasnt asking her young child to fight off a bloodthirsty monster while she got away. The child froze in fear as the zombie ran forward, and the child ran around it. The zombie grabbed the child, pulling him towards it by the head. The creature's grip however was not very strong, and the child was able to break free. The left side of his face felt like it had been ripped off, but, leaving a bloody trail, he was able run past his screaming mother into the hallway.

"YOU UNGREATFUL BRAT! YOU DIDNT KEEP THE MONSTER AWAY FROM MOMMY! OH MY GOD IM GOING TO DIE AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!" The zombie, hearing the woman's screams came towards her instead, deciding to take the easier option to get its meal. The child ran to the basement, hearing his mother's screams grow quiet, but not dead, but the zombie must have ripped her vocal chords in some way, as her screams were no more and sounds of desprate struggling could be heard. He caught a single glance of the gruesome scene before closing the heavy basement door. It was almost too heavy for him to lift, but he managed to close it shut.

The child stayed there for what felt like hours, days even, though there was no way for him to tell exactly how long it had been.

When Patton had first laid eyes upon the scene before him, he had second thoughts about using this apartment as a living space. The door was left open and he wasnt sure if what had killed these people were still there or not. But, as the sun had began to go down and it would surley be dark in an hour or two, he decided to quickly clear the bodies, and after a breif but thorough look around the house to make sure it was safe and livable, have the group move in for the time being.

Logan occupied the children with activities and conversations(so they wouldnt see the gorey mess) right outside the building.

There were four bodies. The man at the door was the heaviest and the one Patton had the most trouble moving. All the bodies were a bloody mess; the corpses of the man and two women were eaten alive, but not in entirety. The final body seemed to have been dead for longer than the others, and had possibly had a hand in one of the three other's deaths before it's mealtime was cut short. It looked more like an undead creature than a dead human being.

After a long while of cleaning the bodies and searching the halls for possible dangers, he finally let the children into the house. There was of course still blood and such, but it was nothing the children hadnt seen before. No bodies though. Before long, Virgil was sitting on the couch, Logan was accompanying Roman on a "quest" to find new supplies(he was hoping for a crayon box, as he had ran out of crayons that worked well enough to draw with; they were reduced to mere stubs), and Patton was gathering and rationing any scraps of food they had managed to find.

Roman was just begining to loose hope of finding anything, when he saw the door to the basement. It was closed shut, but with some force it opened, its hinges weak from excessive misuse, and rusted by the passage of time. Logan, seeing a bloody trail leading to it, was about to stop Roman, but the child had already started walking inside.

"Roman! Get back here!" Logan rose his voice, but dared not yell. Patton and Virgil were able to hear this still, and Patton came to see what was going on.

"Catch me~!" Roman spoke playfully. He ran a few feet, but after a bit stopped dead in his tracks.

"Roman, get back here now!" Patton's worried tone reached his ears. Roman simply stared at something, a space between dark objects that couldnt be identified with the room's dark lighting; Or rather, it's lack thereof.

"There's another kid down here!" Roman said innocently. Patton and Logan shared surprised looks. "Hi, what's your name?" Roman asked a shadow. Thinking the poor child had stumbled upon a corpse, Patton called Roman once again. It was only when a stifled sob escaped the shadowy figure's mouth that Patton decided to see what—or who—Roman was talking to.

When the child stepped into the light, it was a rather heartbreaking sight to see. A little boy, it seemed, covered gead to toe in bruises and wounds, the most noticeable of which covered the entire left side of his face, dried blood caking his hair, clothes, and skin. Daek circles and bloodshot eyes showed nights of restlessness and sleep depravity, tear marks almost looking like a longways rash or scratch down his face. He looked almost like one of the walking corpses himself, and it was a wonder he survived so long. His knees shook with the effort it took to stand, and Patton leapt down the stairs to catch the collapsing child before he almost took a wuite possibly fatal blow to the head upon collision with the wooden floor.

"Who the actual fuck is that?!" Virgil exclaimed, seeing the near-dead child that Patton was now cradling in his arms. He couldnt be more than seven or eight years old. Patton was preoccupied with cradling the child while trying to examine the wounds so he could fogure out how to help him properly.

"Virgil!" Logan snapped in a low voice. "Language!"

Virgil gave Logan a mocking smirk, but the issue was ignored after a few minutes of hushed bickering and a bit of explaining, as the child now laying on the couch while Patton tended to his wounds opened an eye, and Patton shushed them.

"Heya kiddo.. Dont worry, everything's going to be alright now." The child gave a panicked look, and kicked his legs weakly to try to escape what he thought to be a threatening situation. "Youre safe, I'm fixing you up right now. Can you just stay calm for me and tell me... tell me anything? We need to keep you awake to make sure you're alright. Can you do that for me?" The child nodded slightly, barely noticeable if not for the extreme attention the child was receiving from Patton. "What's your name kiddo..? Can you tell me your name..?" Patton asked the child hesitantly. After a few long moments, the child responded:

"Dee.... I am Dee..."