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pas de deux

hip-hop dancer! kim woonhak x ballet dancer! reader (ft. myung jaehyun & lee hyein as their best friends!)

rivals to lovers, a moderate amount of cuss words, lowercase intended, excuse any grammar / spelling mistakes </3

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“woah look at that, first place gets a cool trophy and everything!”

kim woonhak tells his best-friend jaehyun, eyes gleaming as he looks at the new poster that had just been put up on the school’s bulletin board. “guess that means i’ll be going home with a cool trophy then!” the all too familiar snarky voice is followed by the sound of feet strutting towards him. the boy turns around and is met, much to his dismay, with his sworn rival and arch nemesis, yn ln and her own best-friend, lee hyein. see, the young pair had been enemies since the elementary school talent show. he just couldn't believe that his powerful and energetic hip-hop routine tied with some flimsy ballet. and similarly, she just couldn't get past the idea of her graceful performance having the same score as his repetitive moves. and so, stubborn and arrogant as ever, the competition between the two continued on through middle school and up to this very moment right now, in the heart of their shared high school campus, right in front of the bulletin board.

“you wish!” the boy's friend says sternly, inflicting an eye roll from the rival girl. “no wait, he’s right…” hyein begins, her own eyes wandering off to inspect the poorly printed poster. “it’s a duet competition this time” she finishes, a finger pointed at the bold writing that very clearly said:

star academy’s annual DUET competition. pas de deux, or don’t!

“so?” yn scoffs, “i’ll just have to find a partner to beat you with” her words are sharp, her eyes shooting metaphorical lasers through his own narrow ones. the boy just laughs, adjusting the strap of his bag against his shoulder, “if anyone even wants to partner with such a prissy princess like you” his words make her smile, “aw…” she drags out, clutching onto her satin pointe shoes as she takes one more step closer to him, “you think i’m a princess?” the girl’s eyes are big, batting her eyelashes mockingly at the now fuming boy. the silence had become too loud, the hateful pair cussing each other out with just the fiery looks on their faces. “alrighty then!” hyein says, breaking the tension and pulling her friend out of the petty staring contest. “you’ve got a partner to find so let’s get going!” she continues, tilting her head to the side as she drags the girl away. “good luck finding someone to willingly dance with you!” yn yells one last time, catching a final glimpse of the boy’s middle finger up in the air before he was out of her line of sight.

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“i just don’t get it!” yn groans, head falling against the lunch table as she does so. “why won’t anyone partner up with me?” she turns to her friend who’s busy munching on the mystery meat-loaf that tasted a little too good that day. “maybe it’s because you’re an extremely pretentious prick?” hyein says while simultaneously chewing on her food. “ugh, this stinks!” her voice is hoarse from all the complaining she had been doing, “if you weren’t recovering from some stupid food poisoning, we could’ve done it together!” the ballet dancer whines, playfully hitting her best-friend on the shoulder and receiving a nasty look in return. “not my fault! i didn’t even know the cake was expired!” the girl sighs, deciding not to take all her frustrations out on her friend. “whatever, i’m gonna go blow off some steam” yn gets up, grabbing her pink duffle bag and water bottle. “don’t drive yourself insane, yn. i’m sure your knight in shining armor will come to you soon” hyein assures, still stuffing her face with her lunch. the girl smiles at her friend’s sweet words,

“let’s hope that happens soon, the competition is only two days away”

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“bro fuck this!” woonhak’s feet drag against the marble floors as he enters the classroom. “still no luck?” jaehyun asks, mindlessly stacking up his playing cards into some sort of structure on his desk. “seriously! why doesn’t anyone wanna dance with me? i’m literally the kim woonhak. i’m the best hip-hop dancer in this whole school!” the boy exclaims as he slumps down on a chair, the strength of his words sending his friend’s card structure to fall apart. jaehyun sighs, “dude, maybe if you weren’t such an arrogant asshole, someone would actually willingly work with you. just a thought” he ends his sentence with a click of the tongue before beginning to pick up his cards again. “ugh, whatever! it’s just so stupid…” the frustrated boy hunches over, the contact of his lips against the fabric of his jacket muffling his voice. “why don’t you dance with me, jae?” he suddenly suggests, head tilting to the side hopefully, but his friend just sighs once again. “and what? risk hurting the leg i just finished healing again? nah bro, you’re on your own for this one” the hip-hop dancer lets out one last annoyed groan before he suddenly gets off of his seat, causing his friend to look up at him confused. “where are you going?” jaehyun asks him, wondering why he was beginning to grab all of his things. “to get my mind off things, i’ll see ya later bro” woonhak bids, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “don’t stress so much, man. you’ll find someone soon, trust”

“yeah, i better”

the kim boy doesn't know what to do. he had tried everything, and had asked everyone but he still had no one to dance with. that and with the competition being only two days away, it felt as though the boys head was about to explode. sulking, he wanders off to the academy's sports centre, his feet guiding him towards the dance room at the very end of the hall. his mind is all over the place, he doesn't even think to knock before he enters the room, it's usually empty anyways. the boy is lost in his thoughts for a moment, just a moment before the sound of piano enters his ears.

woonhak looks up, quietly shutting the door behind him as he does so and that's when he sees her. yn's eyes are shut, far too lost in the music to even notice his presence. he doesn't make it known either, watching in silence as she twirls on her toes, arms flailing up and down so gracefully as she turned. his eyes begin to glisten, the sheer passion in the way that she moves, 'has she always danced like that?' her feet tapped so delicately against the glossy wooden floors, her energy was strong, it was fierce and yet so vulnerable, like the slightest wrinkle in her light blue leggings could just ruin it all. the boy is in awe, eyes never leaving as they followed her across the room. her eyes remain closed, the piano number getting faster as she waltzed over to one end, preparing herself for the climax of her routine. taking a deep breath, her arms extend and a single leg lifts up into an arabesque. slowly, she returns into the fourth position, one foot crossing over the other, and her arms resting in front of her lower abdomen. yn twirls into a double pirouette, her arms swinging to her side as she leaps into a grand jeté. she's done it, her killing move that's supposed to win her all the roses, but just before her toes could grace the floors again, a loud thud had shaken her out of focus, causing her to slip against the ground and fall.

catching her breath, the confused girl looks up to find the culprit. her eyes wander over to the mirror, narrowing angrily as she watches her sworn enemy pick up the bag he had dropped just a moment ago. the bag that had made the loud noise that ruined her routine. yn gets up from off of the floor, fixing her leg warmers as she walked over to him. "what the fuck is your problem?!" she yells, not giving him enough time to explain before yelling some more. "i was literally about to land that jeté off so clean and then you just had to come in here and ruin it, didn't you?!" if this were a kid's show, there would be cheap cgi steam blowing right out of her bright red ears. "and you're not even gonna say anything? what are you, stupid?!" her breaths get heavier, partially from the routine she had just done and partially from the immense anger she was feeling. woonhak stares blankly at her, breathing softly before he finally speaks.

"woah"

the girl scoffs, shes at a lost for words, the singular person she hated the most interrupts her alone time and the only thing he can bring himself to say is "woah?!" yn's about to throw a fit, veins popping out of her forehead in rage. he notices, finally pulling himself back into reality. "no, it's just..." woonhak finally speaks coherent words, her eyebrow raises, unsure of what idiotic thing he was going to say next. "i never noticed how good you are at what you do" his voice is hushed, as if he were embarrassed to speak any louder, and his words shock her, a faint gasp escaping her lips. the ballerina's features soften, as though all the anger had left her body in the blink of an eye. "huh...?" she asks, still taken aback. "no, seriously. i don't think i've ever seen someone dance with so much..." he pauses, eyebrows furrowed as he searches for the right word, nodding his head slightly when he finds it. "passion. i've never seen anyone dance so passionately like that. the way you move so effortlessly yet with so much energy...i mean i hate to admit it but, that's impressive" yn doesn't understand where this was all coming from, what happened to the mean and arrogant woonhak, why was he being so sweet?

"oh...thank...thank you" shes never been complimented this way before by anyone, much less by her sworn nemesis himself, she didn't know how to react and all she could do was just stare at him blankly. they held eye contact for a moment, it was different from their usual staring contests though. this time, instead of pure hatred for one another, there was some sort of peace. after about a minute the girl feels reality seeping back into her skull, she clears her throat before awkwardly averting her gaze over to her water bottle that was sitting atop the wooden shelf to her right. "so um...what brings you here again?" yn asks after taking a large sip of water, her voice going back to normal as she straightens out her back to look at him. "nobody wanted to be my partner for the competition so i came here to blow off some steam, that's all. i didn't know you were in here...sorry about that" woonhak scratches the back of his neck and to his surprise yn laughs, the boy swears this was the first time he had ever seen her smile- well, genuinely smile at least. "what's so funny?" he asks when she keeps laughing, his tone going back to it's usual intensity. "nothing. i just...never thought i'd be talking to you like this. you know...with out the whole cussing each other out every two seconds thing? i guess it's just kind of...silly" yn bends down to pack up her things as she talks, woonhak watching as he leaned against the barre in front of the mirror. "yeah...i guess so" he says, trailing off and not really knowing how to continue their conversation. "anyways, i'm done in here so i guess i'll leave you alone now...have to find a partner anyways" the hip-hop dancer nods, watching as she begins to leave. the door shuts closed and the boy is left with this pressure in his chest and a weird feeling in his tummy. an idea begins to simmer into his brain and the boy is left in dilemma. 'no, no, it's a bad idea- no, just do it! no don't it won't work no-' he sighs,

"ugh, fuck it!"

within seconds the boy is running out the door, "yn!" he calls out and the girl stops in her tracks. "what do you want now?" she asks, rolling her eyes tiredly as she turns to face him. "well..." he stutters, mind suddenly melting into mush as he hastily gathers his thoughts together. "you don't have a partner yet, right?" she rolls her eyes once more, "woonhak, if you're just here to rub my loss in my face just get it over with already!" the girl remembers he's her enemy, the atmosphere going back to it's competitive ways, juxtaposing the peace they had before. "no, that's not it- just listen to me" he practically begs, a side of him she had never seen before, intriguing. she takes one step forward, so as to invite him to continue. "the competition is in two days, and neither of us have partners and i saw you in there just now, i saw your talent and i just..." he rambles for a moment and then trails off, taking a deep breath in before letting it out again. "okay, have you ever seen honey 3?" his question confuses her, "i mean yeah...it's one of my favourite movies but what exactly is your point here, woonhak?" yn raises an eyebrow, beginning to get impatient. "melea and ishani hate each other but they come together to work on that show and it turned out amazing! i'm just saying...your ballet and my hip-hop..." he drags, nodding slowly in the hopes that she'd get what he was trying to say. yn snickers, looking down at the floor as she slowly makes her way closer to him. "are you suggesting we combine ballet and hip-hop and enter this competition together?" she asks and he nods almost hesitantly. she lets out a long sigh. a sigh that worries him a little bit. "c'mon its just one competition, and i know you want that trophy as much as i do" the ballet dancer's ear perks up at the sound of the grand prize, her eyes trailing up to meet with his own hopeful ones. "i guess it would be cool to combine ballet and hip-hop..." the moment those words came out of her mouth the boy felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. shooting her the brightest smile, a smile she had never seen before, "so you're in then?" woonhak asks one last time, his now shining eyes full of hope. yn rolls her eyes as she nods finally,

"as long as i get to bring the trophy home"

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"so you found a partner for the competition?" asks hyein as she walks closely beside yn, their arms intertwined as they entered the school's cafeteria. the ballet dancer nods, "mhm and we're gonna be busy working on the routine, so i'm gonna have to skip out on our fro-yo run today" she says and her friend hums in response. "so...who is it?" hyein wonders, widening her eyes with curiosity as she inquires her best-friend. "i'm...i'm not telling!" yn replies, a rosy tint painting the tips of her ears and her cheeks as she did so, as if she were embarrassed. suspicious, hyein thought, but she just sighs, deciding to let her friend do what she must and not really wanting to pressure her into telling. she was going to find out anyways.

on the opposite end of the hallway, the kim boy and his friend are on their own journey towards the cafeteria. "c'mon man, you're seriously not going to tell me?" jaehyun complains when woonhak shakes his head for the hundredth time. "no. you'll find out later, i'm not telling you- you'll laugh" the tall boy says, stroking a hand through his dark hair. "ugh fine...i wonder what's for lunch" his friend trails off as they enter the large dining hall, stomachs gurgling slightly as a familiar scent entered their noses. the two guys exhale in unison, "pizza"

"look who it is" the voice shakes the boys out of their trance. "if it isn't mr. hip-hop wonder boy and...and" hyein racks her brain trying to find a good enough nickname for his friend. "ugh, i got nothing. loser" she says finally, a hint of spite in the way she spoke. jaehyun rolls his eyes, "hyein" he responds, eyes squinting slightly. "hey..." yn suddenly speaks, looking up awkwardly at the tall dancer boy. "'sup" woonhak responds in a similar tone, an arm reaching up to scratch the back of his head. their friends look at each other confused, why are they being so...weird? just then the boy's stomach makes another loud noise, to which he clears his throat in embarrassment. "well um...gonna go eat, see ya around" the usually obnoxious hip-hop dancer nods softly at the ballerina before turning on his heels and walking away, leaving the girl and her best-friend standing there dumbfounded.

"see ya around?" hyein repeats his words, a look of blatant confusion present on her face. "what was that about?" she asks, looking over at her best-friend who seemed to be staring off into space. "huh? what do you mean?" yn asks back, fixing her posture and the fold of her knit bolero that was beginning to slip down her arms. "yn, do you even realize what just happened? that was your literal enemy and you guys just interacted without arguing or trying to kill each other!" the girl's statement is dramatic, over-emphasized, and her eyes are wide like she had just seen a ghost. her friend just shrugs, "so?" her voice is calm, but there was a hint of hesitance. hyein just sighs, taking a seat beside the girl who was acting so very...

"strange" jaehyun states, taking a large bite out of his slice of pepperoni pizza. "what is?" woonhak asks after swallowing a bite of his own. "you. you and yn" the boy is confused by his friend's words, "what about me and yn?" jaehyun sighs, pushing away his now empty disposable plate as he takes a sip out of his water bottle before turning to fully face the other boy. "you guys just talked to each other without uttering a single cuss word, and to be real with you bro, the last time that's ever happened was like before the elementary school talent show" the dancer rolls his eyes, shrugging as he did so. "so what? i can't talk to her normally for once?" woonhak was defensive all of a sudden, his friend taken aback by his attitude change. "i'm just saying man...it's just strange, that's all"

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"okay i gotta get to practice, i'll see you at the competition tomorrow, right?" yn asks her friend, looking up from where she had bent down to tie her shoe. "mhm! i'll be there...i really want to know who you're dancing with- i can't believe you still won't tell me! i mean he can't be that bad!" hyein rambles, her arms crossed over the purple note-book she had pressed against her chest. yn rolls her eyes as she gets up, stretching softly before fixing the strands that stuck out of the top knot on her head. "you'll see tomorrow, i gotta go now. love you, see you!" the ballerina bids her friend goodbye, walking away towards the sports centre. "something tells me you'll see me a little sooner..." hyein whispers to herself as she watches her friend disappear, a mischievous smirk playing against her lips.

"i'll catch you later bro. good luck" jaehyun tells woonhak, turning around to leave as the dancer boy entered the sports centre. his steps are slow at first, lifting his phone up to check the time as he walked. "fuck" he cussed, picking up his pace when the numbers on his screen registered in his head. panting, the boy finally makes it to the front of the dance room, the sound of faint music seeping into the atmosphere as he opened the door.

"you're late"

yn looks annoyed, her forehead twitching slightly as she paused the song to glare at him. "by like ten minutes! relax a little" he rolled his eyes, dropping his back-pack down on the floor and taking off his jacket. "yeah, ten minutes of our precious time wasted!" the girl spat, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. woonhak chuckled, "i knew ballerinas were all uptight but damn, you really are something else" his words are laced with mockery as he begins to walk towards her. she's fuming, gathering up all the strength and composure in her body to stop herself from pushing him right out the door then and there. "i hate you" she mutters, a pout taking over her complexion as she turns away from him angrily. the boy laughs, "c'mon princess let's start this thing before we waste anymore of our precious time" the condescending tone paired with the sudden nickname catches her off guard for a moment, a pink tint that matched her pink track-suit growing against the skin of her face. he noticed it, smiling to himself proudly when she wasn't looking.

"and one, two, three and four and jump down, pop and lock. there you go!" the boy claps as he counts, watching her moves closely from the mirror. the girl pants, bending down with her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath. "that was good...finally" he smirks sarcastically, a prideful look on his face when she shoots him a breathy "fuck you". yn stands up straight again, her face is red and stained with sweat from the intense sequence of dance moves she just did. woonhak can't help but laugh, "i didn't know ballerinas could sweat" he teased, tossing her a towel in the process. the girl just sighs, "whatever" but that only fed into his ego, "those weren't even the hardest hip-hop moves and you're already struggling" his words brewed a sort of fire in her veins, "i'd like to see you try landing a grand jeté en pointe" she says sternly, staring him straight in the eyes. the boy scoffs, "your fancy french words don't scare me" she takes this as a challenge, a smirk placed prettily on her plush lips as she throws her towel across the room.

"follow my lead"

he watches as she twirls over to the center of the room, even in a pair of sneakers, yn grows an inch taller as she effortlessly stands on her toes. her arms form a perfect circle above her head as she spins once, then twice before jumping off the ground as though she could fly. without making a single sound, the girl lands right back down on her toes, her heels never once making contact with the wooden floors until she returns to the fourth position, her torso bending forward and her arms stretching back like a swan. the ballerina stands back up again, the edges of her mouth cracking into a proud smile when she looks in the mirror to see the amazed look on his face. chuckling softly, she turns around. "your turn"

locking back in, woonhak's face goes from stunned to arrogant in a matter of seconds. his chest puffed out as he walks over to the center of the room. "watch and learn" he says, eyebrows knitted together as he begins to recall her moves. the boy twirls over before trying his best to stand on his toes, stumbling a bit as he did so. his form almost makes her cringe as he attempts at her signature double pirouette, she winces as he leaps into the jeté, if you can even call it that, on the wrong foot, sending him flying almost stupidly in the air. she could feel the punchline coming, giggling quietly as she pulls out her phone and begins recording. the hip-hop dancer is about to make his landing, his breath hitching softly as he begins his descent onto the floor. for a moment it was perfect, the boy landing right on his toes. just for a split second though, before he slips down and falls right on his bottom and onto the ground.

"ah!" he groans, laying his back down in frustration. yn laughs out loud, walking towards him with the camera right at his face. "stop it" he whined, hands moving up to push her away and then to cover his face in embarrassment. "aw, cheer up woonhak! look, i got you stellar landing on video!" she teases, still recording the poor boy as he rolls around in despair. yn laughs, putting her phone away before reaching an arm out for him to grab and helping him up. "so you agree that ballet is just as hard as hip-hop now?" she asks, smiling in victory as the boy massages his sore feet. he rolls his eyes, "i guess...but in my defense that was probably like an extremely professional move or something!" he argues, not wanting to lose to her. the girl laughs, "whatever you say..." yn pauses to have a sip of her water, trying her best to ignore the way that he stared at her. woonhak shoots her a smile before making his way to the speaker.

"now come on, let's finish this routine"

the next three or so hours are spent perfecting their performance, pausing every now and then to monitor their moves and go over every meticulous detail. when they felt complacent with their practice, the supposed rivals sit down beside each other on the floor, their backs leaning against the mirrored walls as they watched the recording of their routine on his tablet. yn's eyes are sharp as a hawk, not blinking once as she goes through every single second of the duet, breaking into a slight smile when she likes something. similarly, the boy's lips are pursed as he focuses in on the video, letting out little hums every now and then along to the beat of the song.

"aye~" woonhak says as the video comes to an end, clapping his hands in satisfaction before turning to look at the girl to his right who displayed the same pleased expression. "you're really good" yn says plainly, her tone coming off a little shy, perhaps because she had never complimented him before. his breathing gets louder, stunned by the sudden praise. "thanks. so are you" he says quietly, the room falling silent as they sat and stared at each other. the moment lasts longer than usual, it felt like the world around them had just stopped. there was something new about the atmosphere, were his eyes always this bright? , did she always smell this sweet? about a billion questions ran through their heads but not a single word was uttered within those five minutes of solitude. just then, the buzz of her phone snaps them out of their daze. yn shakes her head, blinking rapidly as he clears his throat, looking anywhere but at her.

"shit, it's getting late- um, we better go home and get some rest. it's the day tomorrow so..." the ballerina stutters, something people rarely ever see her do, but he's been seeing it a lot recently. the boy nods, getting up after her and beginning to gather up his things. woonhak waits for her, watching as she carefully puts all her belongings in her duffle bag. he noticed the way she organizes, the biggest things going in first and then all the smaller ones. "okay" yn says, de-tangling her wired earphones as she walks up to him, finally looking him in the eye again. they share an awkward smile before the tension in the room started to feel...silly. the girl laughs softly, covering her mouth with her hand as she did so. cute, he thought, but he didn't have the heart to say it out loud. "c'mon" woonhak says, tilting his head towards the door. the pair walked quite close to each other, making small conversation about their competition that was just one night away. at one point he makes some cheesy joke, it wasn't that funny but it sent the girl into a fit that made her stomach hurt.

they were about to exit the sports centre, his hand already on the handle when a figure (or two?) emerges from the shadows. "HAH! you've been caught!" it's hyein, "so your partner is..." and jaehyun. the supposed rivals' best-friends look each other in the eye before turning to look back at the pair in shock, "YN?" - "WOONHAK?" they spoke, or rather yelled, in unison. the dancers' eyes widen in surprise at the sudden appearance of their friends, her mouth fell open to speak but no words seemed to have come out. "look over there!" woonhak exclaims, pointing at the roof, waiting for his friend, and hers, to look away before grabbing yn's hand and running out the door.

the dancer duo laugh manically as they skipped through the cobblestone of their high school, their feet tapping on the ground in sync as they began to slow down near the gated exit. woonhak tries to catch his breath, his hand still intertwined with hers. yn is the first to notice, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to let go. maybe it was the sunset illuminating against his hair, maybe it was the slight shimmer of his sweat, combined with the giddy feeling in her heart that she just could not describe, but it was perfect. something about this whole sequence of events just felt right.

unbeknownst to the both of them, their friends stayed close by, watching from behind the bushes at the scene unfolding before them. hyein snorts, finding it all to be just so amusing. jaehyun sighs, a joyous look on his face as he turns to the girl. "you thinking what i'm thinking?" he asks, eyebrows wiggling up and down as he did so. hyein nods before her gaze falls back onto the so-called enemies.

"they're soooo into each other"

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that night yn couldn't bring herself to sleep, her stomach swarming with a million butterflies and her mind just clouded with anxiety as she ran through the choreography over and over again. woonhak's night was no different, his dinner felt like it was about to exit through his mouth as he silently danced in front of his bathroom mirror. he could lie and say he was nervous to perform, he could lie and say that was why he felt so uneasy, but the truth was that it was her. no matter what the boy tried to do that night, when he tried to sleep, when he tried to dance, even when he so much as tried to think, his mind would go back to her. yn ln, the so-called arch nemesis that he seemed to be hung up on all night.

eventually though, the dancer duo did sleep. the exhaustion from non-stop practices finally crashing onto their tired teen bodies. a loud beep wakes the girl up, an arm reaching out to turn off her obnoxious alarm. yn lays there for a moment, gathering her thoughts before sitting up, stretching her torso forward until she touched her toes. she yawns quietly as she gets off of her bed, waltzing over to her desk and unplugging her fully charged phone. she smiles softly as she skims through her best-friend's countless of texts from last night, letting out a sigh as a new notification from her calendar pops up.

'D-DAY! take home that trophy, yn!'

over in the neighbouring complex, kim woonhak is woken up by his mother's voice. "woonhak! don't you have a competition to go to?" the woman's words wake him up almost immediately. sitting up straight and reaching to grab his phone from the bed-side table next to him, a large grin takes over his face at the countdown timer,

'just a couple hours remaining! go get em' tiger!'

the rest of the pair's morning was spent preparing for the main event of the day. she took a shower, spreading her outfit out on the bed before taking the time to do her make-up so that it was just perfect. the boy did the same, even taking the time to shave the hair he barely even had on his face. before leaving the house, yn checked her reflection in the mirror, she wore her light-pink leotard and her favourite lilac leg warmers but, to feed into their duet's concept, she wore her hair down and paired her leotard with oversized denim jorts and some sneakers. it was different, definitely something you'd rarely see her in, but it made her smile. something about this new look on her felt good, she felt...

"pretty" woonhak says as he stands before her in their usual dance room at the academy's sports centre. "huh?" yn asked as if she didn't catch what the boy had said, but she could hear him loud and clear, she knew exactly what he said. "pretty" he repeated confidently, much to her surprise, as he walked closer to her. "you should wear your hair down more often" the girl could not believe her ears, her mind going blank as a blush crept up against her cheeks. woonhak laughs at her flustered face, smiling to himself as he passed her and over to the speakers.

"let's run through the choreo once more, shall we?"

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what felt like a split second had gone by and the pair were suddenly back-stage, standing amongst a bunch of other duos scrambling around to rehearse once more before the show had to start. five minutes before the show hyein and jaehyun came by to wish their friends good luck, telling them to have fun and whatnot before they left to get to their seats in the crowd. the show begins shortly after, the mc making a few opening comments before bringing in the first few contestants. yn watches from behind the curtains, her breathing getting unsteady the more she did so. "damn...they're good, but we'll be better, right?" woonhak asks, turning to his left when he hears no answer. "right, yn?" but the ballerina that once stood beside him was long gone, disappearing right before his eyes.

it only takes the boy two minutes to find her crouched down behind an abandoned prop, her knees to her chest and her head resting down on them. "yn?" he calls out softly, taking cautious steps towards the shaking girl. "what's wrong?" woonhak crouches down in front of her, his head tilting off to one side in confusion. he had never seen her this way before, the ever-so-confident girl was...

"nervous?" she nods shakily at his inquiry, slowly lifting her head up to look at him. "i um...i kind of have like...stage fright" the boy is dumbfounded, he looked so lost. how could a star ballerina like yn ln have stage fright? woonhak took a seat next to her, "but you always do so well on the stage? i thought you loved it" he speaks, his tone calm and, to the girl, somewhat comforting. "no, i do. i have no problem when i'm on the stage...it's just the moments before it- like right now, it freaks me out" for some reason it ached him to see her this way. the girl who never showed fear being so vulnerable just for him to see, it made him feel something like a burn in his chest.

"listen..." he starts all of a sudden, moving his body fully so that he faced her. "i know we're sworn enemies and everything but i've seen you dance long enough to know that you've literally got nothing to be freaked out about" the boy's eyes are big when he talks, like he was speaking straight out of his heart. "like those duos out there? they don't stand a chance against us! i mean ballet and hip-hop? they won't see us coming" he ends his short pep-talk with a smile, a contagious one that causes the girl to mimic it. "when did you get so civil? i like this new civil woonhak" yn laughs, finding her rival's switch in demeanor strange. "you make us lose this one and civil woonhak is gone forever" he jokes, earning an eye-roll in return. "well i guess we better win then" she says just in time for their names to be called out through the large speakers that synced with the mc's microphone.

"let's go show them. you know, like the french say..." the boy trails off. "pas day do or don't" she cringes at his awful pronunciation. "it's pas de deux. and no, i don't think the french say that." yn teases, "but yeah..." she shoots one last smile at him before they climb onto the stage.

"let's go show them"

the infamous rivals' entrance to the stage is followed by a round of applause and a couple surprised gasps and whispers. getting into position, woonhak and yn look each other in the eye, mouthing faint good lucks before the music began to play. just as choreographed, the routine begins with a somber piano tune, the girl showing off her technique as she twirls into the ballet portion of the piece. her partner gets into character, moving along with her, their arms and legs moving in sync. the piano music quiets down as the pair begin to circle each other, their feet waltzing coordinately when the musical number gets faster and faster. with fierce eyes the girl skips to the other side of the stage, still en pointe, and he trails closely behind her, catching her in his embrace as she gracefully poses in his arms. the music fades away as the pair stare into each other's eyes, woonhak spins her around once and then twice before lifting her up into the air. yn's arms flail up delicately, her eyes shut and her head titled towards the sky. they hold this pose for a beat, a singular beat before the music changes, her head turning to face the crowd with a cocky smirk and a wink. woonhak tossed the girl down, yn landing right into the starting position of their transition into his style.

the dancer duo part ways, jumping around to hype up the audience for the second portion of their routine. following the beat, they reunite right at the center of the stage, shooting each other a cheerful look before the beat drops and they fall right back into their choreography. the hip-hop tune is loud and up-beat, juxtaposing the previous classical number. woonhak gleams as he does what he knows best, his arms waving energetically as his feet glide smoothly against the floor. yn, who worked extra hard to adapt to his style, follows right beside him, the two of them having too much fun getting lost in the music. coming to the end of the song the boy kicked off the freestyle portion, his legs ricocheting as he finishes his criss cross into a dougie. the girl giggles when he bows down to her, offering the center of the stage for her to show off her own moves this time. yn smiles, taking a moment to let the beat sink into her body before she gets on her toes again. the feeling of doing ballet to a hip-hop track was new, but like all the new things she had experiences these past few days, it felt just right.

yn ends her freestyle off with her usual double pirouette, landing right in front of the boy before dropping into the pop and lock move he had taught her the day prior. woonhak's mouth drops at her sudden dance, head turning towards the crowd who began to cheer all too loudly. the dancing pair nodded at each other, signalling the grand finale of their unexpected duet. to the beat of the song, yn spins over to one end of the stage, opposite the boy who had freestyled his way to the other side. suspense builds as the girl stretches one leg out, her torso bending towards it as she hits the infamous swan pose, hastily getting up on her toes, preparing herself for the grand jeté. she breathes in deeply as she runs, building up the momentum for her final leap. yn's legs at a perfect angle, her arms curving over her pretty face, it looked like she was floating. below her, woonhak had hammer-timed half-way through the stage, striking a pose reminiscent to that of michael jackson's as he awaited his partner's landing. about a second later yn lands soundlessly on the tips of her feet, wasting no time before twirling once and twice, finally reaching his embrace again. the song comes to an end, woonhak and yn holding eye contact for a moment before turning away from the crowd, hands intertwined as they sashayed further into the stage. they stopped, turning back to face the audience as they ended their performance off with a deep curtsy.

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"hell yeah!" woonhak cheered as he and yn made it back-stage. she laughs happily, lifting both her hands up for a high-five, which he gladly returned. the duo shared gleeful conversation as they caught their breaths, heading straight to their water bottles to quench their thirst. being that their performance was closer to the end of the event, it didn't take long before the mc's voice struck through the speakers once more, inviting the contestants to join him on stage for the awarding ceremony.

nervously, the ballerina and the hip-hop dancer make their way back onto the stage of their school's auditorium, waving slightly when they make eye contact with their best-friends in the audience. the pair sat down beside each other along with the other contestants, who were complimenting each other and wishing each other good luck. "the judges have decided, and i've got all the scores right here in the palm of my hand" the mc speaks, his mic ringing faintly at the feedback. "but first, the prizes!" he says, moving to the side to reveal the medals and the giant gold trophy. yn's eyes twinkle at the sight, mouth almost watering at the thought of having such a pretty trophy to add to her collection. woonhak notices this, chuckling to himself at the girl's longing expression.

before long, the mc speaks again. this time, to finally announce the winners of the school's annual duet competition. "at third place..." as usual, he drags out his words, inflicting suspense- and impatience- from the contestants and the audience alike. "hikaru and bahiyyih!" the crowd cheers as the female duo get up from their seat, a short dark-haired girl and a taller blonde who did a modern dance performance. they got up on the podium, being awarded the bronze medals before posing for some pictures. "second place..." yn gets anxious, only two more winners left. woonhak grabs onto her hand, causing her to turn to him confused. he just smiled, squeezing her hand in his own as a means of reassurance. "jungwon and riki!" as the runner ups get onto the podium, suspense fills the atmosphere. the ballet dancer and hip-hop one hold their breaths, eyes shut as if to escape from reality. "and in first place...an unexpected duet..." their eyes open once more at the mc's words, it can't be...

"woonhak and yn! congratulations!"

the world stops for a moment and they find themselves drowning out the sound of loud cheers and claps. "dude, that's you! go!" the contestant behind them says, tapping the shoulders of the stunned pair. alas, they get up, finally breaking into large grins as they make their way up to the top of the podium. "congratulations, you two" says one of the judges as he hands each of them a gold medal before finally handing the boy the golden trophy. woonhak catches yn's envious eyes through his peripheral vision, chuckling before nudging her arm making her look at him. "here" he says, letting her hold the grand prize all to herself for the cameras.

"winner, winner, chicken dinner!" jaehyun cheers as he and hyein walk over to their victorious friends. "congrats guys!" the ballerina's friend says, handing them each a single rose. "spent my allowance on fro-yo...that was the best i could get you guys" she said, scratching the back of her neck. "thank you, hyein-ie!" yn exclaims, wrapping her friend up into a big hug. "no problem, girl. and i'm so proud of you- first place!" the boys laugh from beside them, "damn yn, i guess you really do always get what you want" jaehyun jokes, causing her to roll her eyes at him. "what princess wants, princess gets!" woonhak too, teases, patting the girl's head in the process. "whatever...." she trails out, her eyes wandering down to the trophy in her hands.

"what's wrong?" the hip-hop dancer boy asks, his face softening as he looked at her. "nothing....it's just..." yn looks up at him again, pushing the prize onto his chest. "you keep it" his eyebrows furrow at her words, "no..." he begins, pushing the trophy back into her arms, "you keep it. you're the one who wanted it so bad" she scoffs, not wanting to succumb to him, "no you!" their friends watch in silence as the rivals, if we can even call them that anymore, tirelessly bicker, pushing their shared prize back and forth towards each other.

"fine!" the boy finally says, putting an end to their short-lived argument. the girl is about to scream in victory but is interrupted when he starts to speak again. "i'll keep it....if!" woonhak emphasizes the if, the ballerina gulping as he walked closer to her. "if you let good ol' civil woonhak to take you to the movies this weekend?" what was meant to be a clear statement came off as a hopeful question, the boy biting his lip anxiously as he awaited an answer. she wants to tease him, she badly wants to say no, but there's this pathetically hypnotizing look on his face she just can't refuse. "alright. but only if that means civil woonhak is here to stay forever" she finalizes, proposing an end to their on-going rivalry. woonhak smirks, "why? got a little crush on him or something?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows menacingly as she glared at him in annoyance. "shut up before i change my mind about our date" her voice in monotone now, her face expressionless. "that's not a no~" the boy continues to joke, only stopping when she had balled her hands into fists, threatening to have a go at his face. "okay! okay! i'll stop! don't hurt the face- anything but the face, please!" he pleads and she laughs. "so i'll pick you up tomorrow at 6?" he brings up the date again, smiling sweetly at the ballerina who just nods. "come late and i'll kill you"

"of course, princess"

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"who's civil woonhak, again?" hyein whispers to the boy beside her, watching as their friends get lost in their own world, forgetting about the fact that they were still standing there. "beats me" jaehyun says, "but something tells me they don't hate each other anymore..." the girl nods in agreement, a moment of silence shared between the two.

"called it"

the end.

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finally finished this fic! i've been planning n writing it this whole week, i can't believe she's finally done! TT reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated! hope u guys enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it <3 also if ure a dancer, apologies for any inaccuracies TT

#kona's work ♡#boynextdoor #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor imagines #woonhak #woonhak x reader #boynextdoor woonhak #bnd x reader #bnd woonhak

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cielur5ww · 2 months

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୨📜୧ ─────・ It's my problem, not yours.

▭ Synopsis﹕ Scaramouche had heard of you, the perfect student... the one who had it all. Though he had never interacted with you, he found you disagreeable. But it seems this time, you'll be getting closer than he'd prefer... so why does he feel this pressure in his chest and the heat rising to his cheeks?

★ ❪CW❫── male!reader!student x Scaramouche, AU modern, small insults, the reader is a perfect student, Scara hates you a little, Scara's POV, Scara being a tsundere

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕I just vomited this idea, ignore me.. Maybe I'll do more parts, MAYBE (I am very procrastinating and lazy). Any spelling mistakes... sorry, I don't want to review it, I'll probably post something new in another 2 months.

Scaramouche sighed, letting out a slight huff as he rolled his eyes to disguise his mild annoyance.

His delicate hands held the exam paper, and though he had thought he did well, he noted the few incorrect marks in his answers (only three), seeing the red number at the top, an 80. The maximum score was 100, and he had hoped to have scored at least an 85 or perhaps a 90, but he wasn't too surprised either. After all, he had only had a few days to study.

He could glance over his shoulder at his neighbor, who had scored a 60. That at least comforted him a bit, knowing there wouldn't be many with a grade as high as his.

His gaze wandered around the room, passing over each of his classmates' heads until he found your hair... The perfect student.

Scaramouche huffed slightly, feeling annoyed, and kept glancing away, gritting his teeth a little. You were the stupid perfect student, the teacher's pet, who probably scored a 100 effortlessly... But his curiosity drew him back to you in the distance, watching as you held the exam paper in your hands for several seconds instead of putting it away and being done. You were reviewing your exam sheet with the textbook open, as if double-checking your own already perfect answers.

However, in the end, it seemed you had left your exam sheet, flipping it over on your desk and closing the book. Your head was slightly tilted, maybe you had made a mistake in one answer... he thought, but still, you were the 100 student, if you got a 95, you still had an excellent grade. He sighed again, looking away to focus on his own affairs.

As he heard the slight squeak of the chair backing up a bit, he looked up once more, and some strands of his indigo hair bothered him a bit. He quickly adjusted his hair and watched as you stood up from your seat, still with your back to him.

"Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" It was a simple and typical question among students, but this time, it was you who asked. Obviously, the teacher gave you approval, and you quickly left the classroom, blending into the class's murmur. But he saw you. Scaramouche observed you.

He simply didn't pay it much mind, leaning back in his desk and stretching a bit over the table, lost in his thoughts and staring into space.

Now that he thought about it, he had never interacted with you. Well, he had never spoken to you.

Scaramouche remembered the first and last time you had spoken to him, even if it was just a small accident.

It was in the hallway while he was carrying some books to the office (the teacher had forced him). There were quite a few books, and he struggled a bit to carry them, so he couldn't see well as he walked. Accidentally, he bumped the books against your back.

Ugh, just remembering it seemed like a stupid cliché encounter from love stories, like when the girl bumps into the guy and it's love at first sight. He groaned at that thought, but he continued to recall how you had interacted with him.

After the collision, obviously the books fell to the ground, and you immediately apologized (when he was the one at fault), bending down to pick them up and arrange them in a row. He also crouched down, but didn't say anything, just furrowed his brow.

"Do you want me to help you carry this?" You had asked him kindly, your voice disgustingly soft for his taste, but he didn't say anything. He had already recognized you as the proclaimed perfect student, the teacher's pet, and... the number one in school.

He didn't like you, that was his point.

He wanted to refuse, but he also didn't want to carry those books again alone, so reluctantly he just carried half of them in silence, standing up and giving you a silent confirmation without meeting your gaze.

They walked together to the office, maintaining the uncomfortable silence between them. Scaramouche silently appreciated that you didn't unnecessarily try to fill that void. When they arrived, he immediately dropped off the books, giving a small greeting to the secretary to not seem rude, and then walked past you, distancing himself.

He didn't want anything to do with you, and he easily achieved that. He avoided you and kept his distance.

But oh, surprise! He and you shared three classes together: Biology, Arts, and Mathematics. Still, he didn't attempt to get closer or interact with you; it seemed unnecessary to him. He knew nothing about you, apart from being the "perfect" student. He thought you were arrogant, only showing kindness and politeness to maintain your facade of an exemplary student.

Scaramouche probably imagined that every time the teachers praised you or asked the students to follow your example, you were secretly laughing mockingly inside or looking down on others behind your soft and repulsive smile.

Scaramouche hated you.

Did he have reasons? No, but he found you distasteful for some reason.

The sound of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts immediately. Automatically, he began to pack his things into his backpack, and once finished, he stood up and made his way through the people exiting the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway toward the exit.

It was break time, and he simply didn't want anything to do with the crowd of stupid people around him. So, he walked through the crowded halls, ignoring everyone. After all, he didn't really know anyone.

Scaramouche's feet carried him towards the stairs leading upstairs, until he reached the door that led to the rooftop. Normally, this area was blocked off, and it was forbidden to go out, but he really didn't care.

So, he easily opened the doors, removing the padlock (he had stolen the keys from the counselor's office). He closed the doors behind him so that no one would suspect that someone had been on the rooftop. He tucked the key into the pocket of his blue coat and took out his headphones and phone to listen to music, the only thing that relaxed him.

He walked across the rooftop, staying away from the edge to avoid being seen, but not too much in the center either. He headed towards the benches, which were strangely clean; probably the janitor also cleaned this place. He sat down, put on his headphones, and started playing music.

Gently, he lay back on his back, with his arms behind his head, starting to close his eyes, immersing himself in his own world of music, finding peace in melancholy.

Song by song, Scaramouche began to feel drowsy, sinking into a state of relaxation. However, when he opened his eyes, he found your face disgusting... again.

Why was God punishing him this day?

Automatically, he sat up, removing his headphones at the same time. He looked up and saw you. You had the impeccable school uniform, clean and strangely soft-looking hair, and your eyes were calm and gentle, in perfect harmony with your hair. You were too close for his liking, although technically you weren't invading his personal space, you were still there, practically in front of him, with your hands behind your back and a soft smile that he felt was fake.

"I thought this place was off-limits." You commented calmly, looking at him with those eyes that seemed as serene as water on the surface, yet so deep that they could easily swallow him whole.

He didn't want to answer how the heck he got into this closed-off place... so he simply averted his gaze with indifference, trying to show disinterest. To him, you were just an arrogant idiot, he told himself.

There were seconds of uncomfortable silence for Scaramouche as you continued to observe him with those eyes of yours. He felt uneasy under your gaze. So, he huffed annoyed, looking back at you and furrowing his brow.

"I thought the model student didn't break any rules in school." He declared, looking at you defiantly. He didn't care if you went and talked to a teacher, pointing him out for being on the rooftop, because you were there too. That place was supposed to be off-limits, but there you were, looking at him.

However, you simply smiled, as if it didn't affect you at all if he told a teacher that you had broken a rule. Although, on second thought, they wouldn't believe him, they would believe you because you were the perfect student, the role model. But if Scaramouche were to prove that you had broken a rule, it wouldn't matter because many teachers would probably overlook it due to your reputation as the responsible student with a bright future.

That's why maybe you were smiling so calmly. He clenched his teeth slightly, annoyed by your mere presence.

"I was just checking who was on the rooftop, as there have been incidents of students smoking here or having gatherings that are prohibited without a teacher's authorization." You responded softly, still smiling at him with that fake smile of yours, and you even sounded completely logical.

Your eyes, looking directly at him, made him feel small under your calm and deep gaze, like that of an animal observing its prey. But he wasn't going to let you take control.

"Do you see me smoking?" He responded, looking at you without hesitation, although the slight pressure in his chest increased with every moment you continued to look at him. Then, you gently closed your eyes and then opened them, looking in another direction, probably gazing at the blue sky.

"No, you're not smoking. I was just... 'investigating', I guess you could say." You said softly. Damn, maybe he understood now why they said you were so kind; it was your disgustingly soft tone of voice.

Although he also silently appreciated that you stopped looking at him. The tension in his muscles briefly relaxed, but his mind raced trying to decide how to act now. Respond? Ignore you? Say nothing? Leave? Any option seemed bad to him.

He decided to go for the first option, maybe then you would be satisfied with the conversation and leave him alone, ignoring him and forgetting about him.

"Are you going to tell a teacher, then?" He said, sounding uninterested because it was the truth. He really didn't care if a teacher scolded him for breaking a rule, as his mother wouldn't have time to go to the school and find out. But he continued the conversation, hoping you would leave him alone afterwards, and also so he would know whether or not he would be accused by you.

"Mhmm.." you hummed to yourself. He watched you step back a bit to lean gently against the whitish wall, crossing your arms, and again... looking at him. "Don't worry, Scaramouche, I won't." Damn, how did you know his name?

He remained still, watching your stupid smile that he disliked so much and how your lips pronounced his name. He didn't even know how you knew his name or why you had memorized it. Even though he hadn't told you, still... he looked at you, processing what you had just said, but at least you weren't going to rat him out. Was that a good thing? One could say yes.

"And this sudden kindness?" He immediately recovered, putting one leg up on the bench he was sitting on, bending it enough to lean his elbow on it and look you in the eyes, adopting a casual and unconcerned posture.

Or so he tried to appear, but his brain fried a bit when you called him by his name. He wondered why you had memorized his name, but he would go on with his intention. He wouldn't let himself be dragged down by you; you were just... ridiculous.

He watched in slow motion as you gently closed your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, and then opened them again, tilting your head slightly... looking at him.

"I just noticed you weren't in class, the bell rang over 5 minutes ago." You commented casually, looking directly at him.

When the hell had the bell rung? He didn't even realize that time had passed too quickly for his liking... and he remembered that he also had classes with you today, and in math class, adding more weight to the situation. He would definitely be scolded, so he immediately stood up with a clear sound.

"Did the bell already ring? Why didn't you tell me, idiot?!" Scaramouche snapped at you, giving you a death glare as he checked the time on his phone. Even though he didn't give a damn about what the teachers thought, the math teacher punished him with too many assignments, which literally gave him a headache.

Scaramouche hurried towards the rooftop door, opening it. But a hand on his arm stopped him just as he was about to step onto the first step down.

"It's okay, Scaramouche. Let's go together, so the teacher won't scold you." You said softly. Now you were disgustingly close, he could feel the soft perfume surrounding you. It wasn't strong or intense, but soft... His brain went blank from your tone of voice and your strange comforting touch for him. After a few seconds, he reacted, stepping down onto the first step and turning around to look at you, pulling his arm away from your grip abruptly.

"Let go of me, idiot," Scaramouche muttered through gritted teeth, looking at you defiantly. But why did he feel like his cheeks were gently warming up? He lowered his gaze and turned, descending the stairs quickly without waiting for you. However, he could hear how you followed suit afterward.

After a few minutes, they were standing in front of the classroom door they had today, with the math teacher. Obviously, upon entering, the teacher was clearly not happy that Scaramouche had arrived late, but his expression immediately changed when he saw you with him.

He asked why you came back from the bathroom with Scaramouche, and in the end, you ended up lying for him, saying that when you returned to the classroom, you saw Scaramouche sleeping, so you woke him up and told him about the class time.

The teacher had no choice but to scold him for not falling asleep outside during class time and next time, threatening him with punishment if he did it again (basically, thanks to you, he wasn't punished this time). Scaramouche simply remained silent, not even thanking you.

He went to his seat, sighing irritably, trying to focus on the class and ignoring the fact that, in the distance, you seemed to have that stupid smile again. Maybe it was one of triumph for having helped him and now he owed you a favor... you were so annoying to him.

Thanks to your stupid pretty face and good reputation, you helped him this time and decided that you wouldn't tell anyone about the guy on the roof. What did you want from him? He doesn't know but he doesn't want to return the favor.

You were just two-faced, surely..

This was their problem, not yours, you're just a stupid busybody.

Bonus:

Scaramouche was there, sitting... trying to concentrate on Math class but really, he didn't understand at all...

"Where the hell did the teacher get that -26?.."

He simply groaned in annoyance in his seat, his gaze wandering over the others' heads, to where you were... and he thought about the roof.

Oh shit, he had forgotten to put the new lock on the doors.

At the next recess, Scaramouche immediately went through the crowd to the roof, to make up for his mistake, but when he went, the doors to the roof were locked... he was a little relieved, but he wondered if the janitor was the one who did it. And then he looked in his pocket for the key but he realized that only his cell phone and headphones were there... the key was not there.

At what point did he lose it?!

In reality, it was you who had stolen Scaramouche's key when you were with him, and when he was going down the stairs you made sure to lock it with the utmost care that it was silent because you knew that Scaramouche might react badly.

Scaramouche in the end deduced that the only culprit was you.

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atlafan · 3 months

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“You’re acting like that meme of Jamie Lee Curtis where she’s aggressively drinking that water and telling someone off at the same time.” Layna groaned at her boyfriend who finally stopped glaring at his phone to look up at her.

“I have absolutely no idea what that is.”

“Yes you do, I’ve sent it to you before!” Layna takes her own phone out and shows him after searching it quickly on Google.

“Ohhhhh.” He smirks. “Right, now I remember. It’s usually you who looks like that when you’re about to brawl with someone.”

“Now that you’ve calmed down, can we think about what just happened rationally?”

“No, and I will try to call customer service again.” He holds his phone up to his ear.

“Your ass is not on the phone!”

“I’m listening to a voicemail!”

“Okay, Mr. Corporate.” She rolls her eyes.

“Just because I was promoted at the gym, does not make me a corporate meow meow asshole. I think it’s perfectly reasonable for to be upset about this.”

“I’m just going to go in and see if we can book a new reservation with my credit card. The room is technically available..”

“Not until I get to the bottom of this.”

“There’s nothing to get to the bottom of.” She groaned.

“The bottom is gaping. This is a job for the FBI.”

“Who are you, Kris Jenner?”

“Ew, no.” He grimaces. “She’s insane, why would you say that?”

“Because you just said…ugh! Why can’t you know the same references that I do?”

“I’m so sorry that I haven’t spent hours upon hours watching E! I’ll try to rectify that at some point. Now, let me do what I need to do.” He taps a few things on his phone and then presses it to his ear. “This is why I hate credit cards, cash is so much easier.”

Layna pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. She reached into his pocket for the paper confirmation Harry had brought with them so they could check into their hotel with ease. He has wanted to plan a long weekend for them, so he booked everything with his name and his credit cards. When you check into a hotel, you need to show the card you used to reserve the room. The woman said the cards didn’t match. When Harry tried again, the app for his card put a lock on his account. So now they’re out on the curb trying to figure it out.

As Layna scans the paper she furrows her brows, then reaches into Harry’s pocket again for his wallet. He pays her no mind while he speaks with another representative from the card’s customer service line. She takes out the credit card he used to reserve the booking and realizes that Harry inverted the expiration date, and wrote Harry Edwerd Styles, instead of Harry Edward Styles. Two simple mistakes that the woman behind the counter could have been nicer about helping with instead of just turning them away.

“Harry…hang up the phone, baby. I figured out what happened.”

“Yeah?” He hangs up the phone. He was on hold so who cares?

“Um…I don’t want you to feel embarrassed because I’ve made mistakes like this before too, but it appears that you inverted the expiration date on your card…and spelled your middle name wrong…”

“I did?!” He snatches the card and the paper and scans them both. “I’m not seeing it.”

“Can I point to them?” She asks gently and he nods. She shows him the expiration on the card and then points to what’s on the paper. “See, the expiration is 06/29, you put 09/26…and you spelled Edward with two E’s…”

“Oh.” His cheeks redden, obviously very embarrassed by his blunder. “I should have had you look at it before I submitted…”

“It happens! I’ve done with my security code and my exportation date before. I think if we go back in, we could explain it better. And then see if that snotty lady will be cooler about the mistake.”

“This is so embarrassing.” He groans.

“I know it feels that way right now, but I promise, I’m not judging. I know your dyslexia flares up more when you’re stressed and reading all the fine print for a hotel reservation can be really daunting.” She wraps her arms around his neck and pecks his nose. “The sooner we go inside and fix the reservation, the sooner we can go to our room and I can help you forget alllll about this.”

“Might have times where I think of it randomly and I feel embarrassed all over again.” He grips her hips, squeezing them.

“Then I guess wherever we are you’ll just need to pull me aside and use me until you forget again.”

No Complaints Blurb

#no complaints #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x oc

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 26 days

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TWST Cast Food Order Series - Coffee Shop

Idk it seems like fun and I want to do their subway orders eventually so if you have a req drop it. Also, gonna update my tags Eventually, but this will be the first post that refers to Jack T., Che'nya, Najma, Neige, Falena, Rollo as 'twst side characters'

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Riddle Typically, Riddle has a lot of rigidity regarding food and drink, and what he will or won't allow himself to have. However, as he starts to work through it all he eventually gets to the point where he feels comfortable ordering a small London Fog (Earl Grey Latte basically, with vanilla syrup) and a cake pop if he's feeling indulgent, though usually he just asks Trey for them. Even farther into the future, he'll indulge in getting himself a small white hot chocolate with 2 pumps of strawberry syrup because then it's basically drinking chocolate-covered strawberries....it just takes him a while to get there. (He always spells his name out when the barista asks, he learned after getting Ridelle on his cup)

Trey Whenever he makes candied violets, he also has violet syrup. He tends to carry a small vial on him when he goes out because if he's going to pay for tea, he's going to make sure it turns out perfectly. He typically gets a medium iced lemon herbal tea and he adds his syrup to it for just the right touch of sweetness. (Always gives a name like. Batman or some shit, especially when his siblings are around)

Cater Coffee connoisseur. You might think he's a basic bitch, but to me a basic bitch still means he's getting some sort of sweetener in his drinks and he is Not. Cater cannot STAND drinking a lot of drinks that go viral because they're so damn sweet. That all being said. Yeah, he's getting a large iced latte with skim milk. He won't have normal milk because of the fat content, but the other milk alternatives tend to have a sweetness to them naturally. He could get an iced black coffee or cappuccino, but he likes the ratio of a latte better. Iced black coffee is reserved for exam week LMAO it keeps him awake in more ways than one. Those spicy drinks that circulated at Starbucks? He definitely tried one. Didn't finish it. (Has had his name spelled as Carter. So. Many. Times.)

Deuce He likely won't have gone to a coffeeshop until he's at NRC so he's a little overwhelmed by the menu and what to order. I think he would go for a small frozen hot chocolate because it's familiar enough that he thinks it sounds good, but it's still something new and he doesn't know how to make it himself yet. Once he starts going more regularly though, I think he would really like REALLY sweet frappes. Like large cookie frappuccinos whether it be chocolate crumble or sugar cookie it does not matter lskjdfhlksdjf (has had his name spelled as Doose)

Ace Having a regular latte does not satisfy his sweet tooth, though he'll have one here and there. Ace likes trying lots of different drinks, but the one he always comes back to is a large iced white mocha, no whipped cream. (In relation to my MC, the no whipped cream thing was a change he made because he knows she likes eating the ice and he drinks slower than she does, so by the time she finishes the ice in her drink, he gets to pretend like he didn't time finishing his drink just in time to let her have the ice 'like a fucking weirdo, but okay' but the whipped cream always leaves a weird fatty residue on the ice that she hate). Ace is also a sucker for peppermint hot chocolate when it's in season. (Straight up had his name written as 'ass' on the cup which is the ONLY reason he doesn't tease Deuce about his spelling)

Savannaclaw (just assume pup/cubcups are implied LMAO)

Leona Ugh this pretentious bitch /lh. Flat white is too boring, lattes are the basic bitch drink, this has too much 'coffee flavour', this needs more milk YEAH I'M SURE IT DOES KITTY. Anyways, when he's alone, he gets himself a small cup of just steamed milk, with like a half pump of (sweet) vanilla syrup. When he's around other people he gets a Cafe Cubano, which is an espresso shot prepared with brown sugar. It's a small enough portion that's sweet enough he can get over not having milk in it, but he's not Jazzed about it LMAO he just doesn't want to get the milk in front of other people my poor baby man. He sometimes gets a Cortado, but he can never remember what to call it. (Refuses to give a name, just goes by the name of the order, or he's just called by his title)

Ruggie My man works so hard. He and coffee are best friends. He and Silver bond over coffee sometimes. It's beautiful slkdjfhlksdjfsdf In the mornings, he tends to make himself a large double-double coffee, which for non-Canadians means 2 milk, 2 sugar in drip coffee. In the afternoon, around 2pm, he makes himself a small iced dulce de leche latte. When he goes to coffeeshops, he goes because he wants something he can't make/imitate at home as easily....which would be a vanilla coconut cashew smoothie. (Vanilla ice cream, coconut milk, cashew butter and protein powder). He would have a fresh fruit smoothie, but he can't enjoy fresh fruit without feeling like he should share it with his siblings because it's a hot commodity, it's a luxury for them. Frozen fruit is cheaper and easy to make into smoothies, so he makes them a lot at home. Of course, if he's at a coffeeshop, he's going to get a donut too. (Has never paid attention to the spelling of his name, doesn't care)

Jack He cannot handle caffeine my poor baby, he would be so jittery and anxious. He is a fresh fruit smoothie guy, and also he cannot stand matcha (Vil made him try it at one point). He likes blueberry-acai banana smoothie with greens, yogurt, and protein powder. Otherwise, Jack will just get a small chamomile tea with honey as sweetener. (His name is always right and his tail wags when the barista throws on a happy face next to his name.)

Octavinelle

Azul Azul tends to drink Milky Oolong tea, because of the health benefits. Does he like the flavour. Debateable, I don't know I haven't had this drink I can't tell you if I think he does or not. Probably. I read somewhere it kinda tastes nutty or like Danish cookies. When he goes to an actual shop though, he tends to get an Americano. (Assule, Asul, Azhoole, he tends to spell his name out for people now too)

Jade Not a coffee or sweets guy. We know that he's fascinated by the varie-tea (badum tss and I immediately get hit in the head with a chancla) that tea has to offer. I think Jade has had caffeine once and like. You know how humans. kind of have exposure to caffeine as kids even in small amounts, like in chocolate, or in stuff like certain sodas. Mers don't get that. They don't get that exposure at all. Jade on caffeine was a terrifying experience for any and everyone involved and he is not allowed to have more, nor will he allow himself to have any because dear great seven he swears he saw God and he doesn't even know who that is. That being said, Jade likes Jasmine herbal tea, while he prefers it piping hot and just a touch sweet, he isn't opposed to having it iced. His favourite blend is good either way, as it has rose hips, hibiscus and orange peel. He also enjoys Chaga mushroom tea. (His name is generally spelled correctly)

Floyd Like I said. Mers don't get that exposure to caffeine that other species in TWST do get. However Floyd, to me, has ADHD. And what does my ADHD do to me sometimes when I drink caffeine? I pass the fuck out, orrrr I'm finally able to focus because caffeine is a stimulant and makes everything better!! (This is why I would down an extra large iced vanilla latte right before exams LMAO) Floyd doesn't care so much about the flavour than he does it's effects, so he generally just asks what drink has the most caffeine and gets that, usually a large nitro cold brew, and he tells the barista to surprise him with a flavour just NOT salted caramel flavour. (He gives a random name every time)

Scarabia

Kalim ADHD 2.0 but addiction is just a general worry for his family, so Jamil makes sure he only makes herbal teas, and smoothies. That being said, left unattended Kalim would order whatever tea a barista recommends. Otherwise, he gets a mango lassi. He also often enjoys any flavour of lemonade, carbonated or otherwise.

Jamil Aw man. This guy. Needs so much caffeine, and as much as he enjoys tea, Kalim only serves herbal tea, but Jamil doesn't mind too much how sweet he makes it. When he's in the mood for it, Jamil will make his own chai blend. However, when he wants caffeine, he'll consume it in a way that would make Rollo think he's a demon. He will order a nitro cold brew, and a 2 bags of green tea on the side. He will then microwave the cold brew to make it hot and steep the green tea in it. Using Starbucks as a baseline, a large nitro cold brew has 345 mg of caffeine. One bag of green tea has anywhere between 30-50 mg of caffeine. A 'safe' amount of caffeine to consume in a day is considered 400 mg.

Pomefiore

Vil We already know that Vil's favourite food is homemade smoothies- So when he goes out of his way to go to a coffeeshop, he's not going to pay for a smoothie, unless it's right after a run with Jack. Vil's order fluctuates with the weather and time of day. If he's getting something in the early morning (5:30am-7am) and it's cool outside, he's getting a flat white with soy milk. If it's warm out, he'll get an iced Macchiato with soy milk and cinnamon. If it's mid-late morning (8am-11am) and it's cool out he gets a medium americano, though if he's feeling indulgent he gets a honey vanilla tea latte with skim milk. If it's warm out, he gets a medium vanilla oat milk cold brew or a strawberry acai lemonade if he's again, feeling indulgent. He won't consider drinking anything until about 2pm, which, if he needs something caffeinated he goes for an iced matcha latte with oat milk regardless of the weather. In the evening, (4pm-6pm) he avoids caffeine and will either drink a small decaf iced lavender latte with oat milk or decaf green tea. Once in a while, Vil will try ordering something new. If he ends up liking it, that time of day is associated with that drink, so that would be the time of day he orders it again. the Vil in my head is telling me just how hard he has to mask when a coffeeshop doesn't have the thing he wants to order and how some of these orders. he doesnt even like. but he knows that they won't be out of the ingredients because it's Just the coffee and a milk alternative. So They Can't say they Can't Make it so he doesn't have to worry about needing to mask.his day is ruined if it's a day he wants to be indulgent and they dont have the ingredients but he has to try and hide like he is crying on the inside and he feels stupid about it because its just a drink I cant tell if it's OCD or Autism but there's a little something funky going on/lh

Rook He is well aware of the effects caffeine has on him. They aren't bad per ce, but he doesn't particularly appreciate the gastrointestinal consequences. He also doesn't really find the appeal in super sweet drinks. Most of the time, Rook just wants iced lemon water, though on nights he struggles to wind down enough to go to bed, he'll brew himself or order rooibos tea with a splash of milk. The smell is the most comforting thing about it, he remembers his sister used to make it for him.

Epel He says he's not a snob, yes he is, if you don't have apple cider, you suck, if you do have apple cider but it's a 'bad brand' you still suck, just a little less. That being said, a lot of coffee shops don't have apple flavoured drinks, and he likes making apple cider at home anyways. When Epel is out and about, he likes to order a large iced decaf maple latte. He always whispers the decaf part like it's a bad thing he can't actually have caffeine or else he turns into the squirrel from Hoodwinked. (Get's called Apple a lot, also Elle once or twice)

Ignihyde

Idia Do you seriously think this guy goes to a coffeeshop? No, it's 3am, he's on UberEats/CarriageBites, he's put in an order for a bunch of energy drinks and some of those iced coffee bottles, he throws an energy drink and probably a salted caramel cold brew in one of those SUS slushy cups, makes it slushy and downs it in less than two minutes. Get on his level. Noob. I say this as someone who drinks a near liter of an iced vanilla 'americano' in less than two minutes.

Ortho Is worried about his brother. He also loves the smell of cinnamon coffee cake.

Diasomnia

Malleus He's so lost in a coffee shop. He will spend a moment to read over the menu, realizes he needs to research the different kinds of coffee drinks before he feels comfortable ordering one, only for him to decide on having a coffee frappe. The caffeine has no effect on him so he drinks it purely for the taste.

Lilia Who do you think taught Idia to be a fucking caffeine gremlin. This motherfucker isn't even affected by the caffeine he just likes the taste of his abominable combinations and accidentally got Idia hooked. The only step Lilia doesn't do is the slush, he prefers his energy drink-coffee combo to be room temperature. Freak \lh

Silver He has Lilia as his father. Jamil and Ruggie as his peers. And Cater Diamond as a fellow coffee fanatic. This boy tries so hard to use caffeine to keep him awake, his coffee order scares the barista. (This was based an actual order I got from some guys FRIENDS because this poor dude was studying for engineering finals week, we were told not to worry about the price because they were willing to pay, and we had to give them like. Four warnings about the caffeine content. It ended up being 12 shots of espresso over ice in a 24 oz cup) He wants the biggest cup they can give him. He wants it filled with just straight espresso shots. Let me just iterate - one ounce of liquid espresso typically has about 63mg of caffeine. 12 espresso shots, using 63 mg caffeine as a baseline is 756 mg of caffeine. I don't know where that college student is now but god bless. I hope his friends took away the coffee at some point.

Sebek He doesn't like black coffee, I do think he likes particular types of coffee. Like the coffee that doesn't taste like coffee. However, his go-to order is still just a piping hot cup of hot chocolate. Also pleeeease give him the steamed milk art/latte art, he loves it more than he'll admit.

Others

Jack T. Jack has a running joke on Ace where he only drinks black coffee in front of him, each time claiming some sort of delicious or exotic flavour just for Ace to fall for it every time when he offers it and it's just black coffee...but every once in a while, it's magically cloaked Vietnamese iced coffee, but Jack won't tell Ace the name just to piss him off because Ace really likes it but he can't place what's different about it from normal coffee with sugar and milk.

Che'nya As chaotic as our favourite purple cat is, I think Che'nya is partial to a rich, thick French vanilla. I think he likes the smell more than he likes drinking it, but yeah, it's just a yummmmmmmmy drink. He gives his full name out and just. :3 at the barista.

Falena He has a latte macchiato, much like Leona, he likes his coffee to be milk heavy lmao

Najma She doesn't usually drink anything for caffeine, when she does though, it's usually her brother's chai LMAO, but she'll make it an iced chai latte. Unfortunately, I HC her as iron deficient so this isn't always. The Best Choice. When she wants a coffee flavour, she gets it in the form of ice cream or in a mocha.

Neige Doesn't drink caffeine because it's an addictive substance. Yes Vil has mocked him in his bedroom at some hour in the morning hate listening to an interview with him in it. Fucking. Golden Child. (lh) When Neige goes to a coffeeshop he usually just goes to pick up a pastry and tip the barista. He sometimes has chamomile tea before bed but with enough sugar to rot your teeth.

Rollo Every once in a while he treats himself to a decaf con panna and madeleines on the side.

----------------------------------------------------- Rapid Fire OC Orders Vizzie - Iced white mocha, no whipped cream, or iced vanilla americano/latte

Aspen - matcha latte with lavender foam and honey

Oisin - Bicerin with cinnamon on top

Cory - Romano (weirdo) /lh ----------------------------------------------------- Taglist: *DM or send an ask if you'd like to be added @fluffle-writes

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bifemboyloser · 1 year

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Dom!Step dad Chris Evans x Sub!Step son Reader

Warnings: Smut, After care, Chris is 40+ and the reader is 18, unprotected sex, cum in ass, step dad x step son, cheating (Chris cheating and on your mom), Reader hating/ treating his mom like shit

(This fanfic is for male reader and male reader only sorry but not sorry fem readers <3)

(the readers dad died when he was 14 so do that math yourself. If you can’t it’s been 4 years)

(The reader like 5 inch and Chris is like 12 inch)

You were drinking monster when you got a text from your mom. Your mom told you she has a new boyfriend and she wants you to meet him she said she was going to be home in 20-30 so you can meet him. Your mom walked in whit Chris and the reader is piss being his dad died only a couple years ago, Y/N: “really mom?? It’s only been a couple years sense dad died and your hoe ass is already moving on?!” Y/N mom: “that is no why to talk to your mother. Go to your room. NOW” you walk into your room and slam the door fast forward a little Y/N mom knock on the door, Y/N mom: “hun I’m going out with my friends bye.” You hear you walk away and say bye to Chris then you hear the front door. After a while you get a little horny so you go on your computer to watch some gay porn your headphones are really loud and your focusing on yourself so you don’t hear Chris walk in and go behind you and see what your watching. Chris takes one your headphones off and whispers in his ear “what you watching? Looks fun~” Y/M: “AHH CHRIS I-I UHHH” he puts his hand over your mouth and picks you up and walks over to your bed he puts you down and walk back to your pc and turns it off then walk to the door and lock it then walks back to you, he gets on the bed and start kissing you and playing with your cock he takes out his cock and start playing with it the height difference makes him chuckle. Y/N: “C-Chris this is wrong..y-your my step da-“ Chris: “step daddy.” Y/N: no no t-that wrong..” Chris: “ fine yk what? I can put my pants back on and I can walk out and no one can know we did this or I can call me daddy and I can fuck you like a slut. You pick.” Y/N: “no this is w-wrong no.” Chris: “fine bye” Y/N: “no no nvm..I-I want you..” Chris: “Good.” He flipped you on your face and he dosent give you a warning he just slams it in and you scream loud and Steve likes that he keeps slamming into you fast and hard he grabs you neck and started taking off his shirt he fuck you like your a slut Chris: “I-I’m close my love!” Y/N: “C-Cum in me please..” he starts speeding up in you then you feel a warm white liquid in your hold he takes out his cock white liquid starts leaking out of you and out your cock then Chris see your empty monster can on your bedside table and he takes it and slams it into your hole and puts you up on your ass so it go more into you, you start crying a little and Chris comforting you he takes it out and throw it in the trash he picks you up and turns the shower on warm and then puts you in it he hopes in as well and he starts taking care of you when you guys are done he puts you in cute clothes and put you in your bed with a stuffed captain American plush and kisses you goodnight, Chris: “I’m sorry honey but I can’t sleep with you.” Y/N: “n-no you can..please” you give him puppy eyes Chris: “ugh fine but if we get caught-“ Y/N: “if we get caught who cares I love you and you love me..I love you daddy” Chris: “I love you too my little boy.” Chris lays on the bed with you and cuddles you.

[hey I hope you enjoy the fanfic! and just to say I didn’t read it over so sorry if I missed spell anything]

#chris evans x male reader #marvel smut #chris evans #gay love #step dad #step son #daddy chris evans #steve rogers x male reader #gay

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smilingangel582 · 25 days

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Wind breaker, here I come! I couldn't watch the new episode yet due to some minor issues! Well... I wanna see more fics from others, but I'm too impatient 😤 so I'm writing one again!

Can't think of a better lee than Sakura, so... im gonna put a switch, Nirei and Sugishita! Totally ler Suo and Umemiya!

The other characters aren't gonna be part of the fic because... I never read the manga but ik bits of spoilers from it... soooo imma skip them till the anime introduces them... yeeet imma add some of the teeny tiny bits I was spoiled from the manga!

My spelling sucks ik and I'm a faster writer, so... I tend to make a lot of misspelling stuff as I type fast. (It's not ADHD or anything special... I'm just a hyper person in real life... hehe)

ENJOY!

Warning spoilers from the anime and perhaps manga "my imagination after episode 8"

The big man himself

Sakura Haruka, an outsider, but everyone in this town accepted him as family as quickly as Sakira pummeled five dudes in an instant whiff.

What the hell is this town...?

His thoughts are often reserved and well kept to himself. Even as he walked through the hallways, he noticed familiar faces greeting him as grade captain and respectful gestures. Sure Sakura can take in most and yet...

"Omg! He's the first year grade captain who beat shishitoren second in command!"

"His look is so cool!"

A small blush crept up to his cheeks, he just grunted in response, leaving them mid-praise towards him.

It's almost like an attack mechanism to Sakura, like compliments are his weakness, and the opponent strikes it mercilessly till he's crumbled.

Honestly, Sakura hates that about himself.

"Sakura-san! We need your help!"

Hearing Nirei's voice in front, he looked up, his bangs lifting at the sight of Suo and Nirei...

And Sugishita???

"What the hell do u want?" Sakura grumbled.

Suo's calmly allows to explain themselves, "Now Sakura-kun, us first years have a job to do... its specifically by Hiragi-san"

Straightening himself, Sakura nods seriously, "OK... sure"

Suo stares for a moment before chuckling into his hand, this made Sakura frown, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing... I just thought how cute it is that you actually listen to your senpais..."

Sakura got flustered and began to sputter angrily, "Q-Quiet! I don't respect... well, uh, I m-mean... ugh, never mind. What the heck do we need to do anyway?"

Suo noticed in amusement how Sakura faltered in defeat, then he replied, "Oh nothing... Sugishita-kun and Hiragi-san over-watered one of Umemiya-san's precious tomato plants..."

Sakura blinked.

Eh?

"And... whats the issue?"

Sugishita snapped, grabbing Sakura by the shirt, "It's a big problem dumbass!"

Sakura gritted his teeth in fury, "Who you calling dumbass?! Dumbass!"

Sup calmly separated them and began to run over what they should do, "So... the big issue is... they are a special gift from his -I quote 'Kotoha-chan'"

Now that made sense. Sakura pinched the bridge of his nose... no wonder they dragged him to the roof when Umemiya isn't around.

"Now what should we do?" Sakura asked folding his arms.

"We have to distract Umemiya-san, and make him forget about that plant" Nirei said, sweating buckets throughout their whole conversation. Sakura stumbled in surprise. He really forgot Nirei was actually there...

(Ps. I did, actually... teehee ^w^)

"Oh..." Sakura said blankly, putting two and two together. He turned now, "So good luck... its not my problem anyway"

"Waiiit!" Nirei clung yo his jacket, "You are out grade captain! Dont abandon us pls!!"

"Sakura-kun, we told u the story so... basically you are involved" suo shrugged nonchalantly, Sugishita glared daggers as if he's blackmailing Sakura, "You better help..."

"I could care less!"

Before anyone could pass out any words through their conversation. Sakura heard the door on the rooftop open, Umemiya came.

Oh shit.

"Ah! My cute little underclassmen!" Umemiya rushed towards the group with joy and then without warning ruffling everyone's hairs.

He specifically embaraced Sakura, showing he's a favourite.

"Ahhh! Sakuraaa" a childish cry of bliss came from the leader's lips, as he almost squashed the first year.

Sugishita glared and growled like a rottweiler, Suo claimed he's a jealous puppy further angering him.

"Well, well! What brings you lot to my humble paradise!"

Sakura squirmed out of his grip, grumbling, "Trying to protect that stupid plant of -hmph!"

He forgot... he forgot... Sakura luckily closed his own mouth before digging his own grave... and yet... Umemiya looks like he already got a shovel close to him.

"Hmm..." Umemiya smirked, now flicking his forehead, "Sakura.... When you lie, I can tell that your ear turns red"

He got flustered "I-i do not! I'm not lying!"

Sakura noticed Nirei seemed anxious, Suo with a calm and an unapologetic smile and Sugishita totally ignoring him. They all abandoned him... he was bait after all...

"Oh no~ Sakura-kun," Umemiya sang playfully, suddenly stepping forward with incredible speed, "You shouldn't shift your attention to something irrelevant when your opponent is right in front of you"

Sakura gasped when he felt Umemiya grab his waist instantly. Without realising he was pinned to the wall, he slid down when those fingers made a funny sensation over his sides...

Wait... is this... tickling?

Resist! Resist! Resist damn it! Come on, Haruka! U have to!

Sakura felt his own thoughts fighting the urge to laugh as mad fingers scurried up his ribcage instantly. He struggled and kicked in reflex, surprisingly arching is back like a flexible sprig when Umemiya skillfully tickled his lower ribs.

"G-gah!" A squawk left him. While Suo and the rest awkwardly saw what was happening, the eye patch guy had to comment, "Oh wow... Sakura-kun are you ticklish?"

Umemiya grinned at that, "Oh, he is... how cute, little bro... but be careful. Your big bro is a biiiig tickle monster!"

Sakura suddenly jolted when Umemiya traced his waist beneath the shirt. The tingling sensation on his bare skin was insane. Its perhaps because Sakura never felt tickling before that he actually felt it like something so strong and unbearable.

How embarassing... he's giggling like a four year old.

"Shihihihihit! Hahahaha, whyhehehe whhhyy hahaha??!" Sakura squirmed, now twisting on his stomach, trying to escape.

Why is this man even tickling him?

"Why?" Umemiya grabbed his sides, pulling him closer to him, "Because you are obviously hiding something from me... aaaand... your are too cute!"

"Dahahahahamn ihihiiiiHIHIHIT! NOHO!" Sakura's laughter kicked an octave when Umemiya traced his armpits - not even tickle - just gentle featherlight tickling he never expected to tickle so much!

But...it feels good... it's the first time someone ever touched him so playfully...

Not cruel jabs that sting like poker sticks or burning hits from harsh punches... just mild subtle ticklish jolts like electric shocks.

"Suo, Nirei, can you grab him for a moment?"

Hearing this, Sakura snapped into reality. Huh? Why? Why are they restraining him?

Suo grabbed his wrists up above his head, the warm concrete floor beneath him, giving his wishes before his doomsday, Nireo sitting on his shins... and Umemiya on the side with a wide grin.

"I would've resorted to other easier methods, but I guess you like being tickeld. Eh Sakura?"

Blush, Sakura yelped, "N-no! Obviously not! Ugh, y-you bastard... and -" Sakura turned to the other three."Are you guys ditching me????"

Suo gives a gentle grin, "Sorry, but you are strong enough to handle this unlike us, plus..." Suo gives a teasing scribble under Sakura's armpit, making the latter jolt in surprise, "Umemiya-san said you like it"

Sakura exploded, "I NEVER SAID THAT -AAAH!"

Umemiya launched his tickles instantly before Sakura could express anything. Sakuta couldn't even focus his priorities as multiple spots are being targeted.

"Saakuraaa~, what's the juicy secret you're keeping from me?"

Gosh... the others guys are supposed to be on his side! Did they all deviate from the plot just to mess with Sakura? Unbelievable!

Sakura panicked with a squeak when Umemiya kept lingering around his stomach. He felt a plunging sensation in his gut as Umemiya poked his naval.

"D-Doho nohohot pohohohoke thahahat!" Sakura shrieked, now bucking himself tryinf to shake them off but they all remained resilient.

"Wow, Sakura-san, you really are sensitive" Nirei unconsciously squeezed his kneecaps making it worst despite his feigned innocence.

Sugishita watched with an unreadable expression his face was so judgemental, and Sakura hoped it didn't mean 'cute' to the taller guy.

Suo leaned towards Umemiya now, not even bothering to lower his voice through Sakura's booming laughter, "His armpits seem pretty sensitive too, boss"

It's bad... though Sakura has never been tickled before, his alert senses are tingling mad. Its bad...!

"Oh...?" Umemiya slowly crawled his fingers up the boney ribs and finally into the light muscular armpits, "Here? Is Sakura sensitive under there?"

Squeal. To say Sakura let out such an embarrassing sound was not a lie. He wanted to crawl it yo a rock and die right now for making such an absurd noise like a squeal.

"EEEEEH! NOOO! IHIHIHI GIVE I GIVE HAHAHA SLOHOHOHOW DOHOHOWN!"

"Ehh? Already? Wow, that didn't take long?" Suo teased, and Umemiya winked back, stopping gradually as he persisted, "Tell me, kid~"

"Ahahahahaha ohoohohohok ohohohok! Ihihihits yohohour duhuhuhuhumb plahahahant thehehe ohohone Kohohohotahaha gahahave yahahaha!"

Sakura confessed... all it took was a tickle to his armpits to spill the milk.

Umemiya stopped instantly. Uh oh... all of that may be fun and games but Nirei realised that they were suppose to keep him distracted not make Sakira confess...

Umemiya sigh, scratching the back of his head, "Well I wanted to make Sakura confess about liking to be tickled... I almost forgot why I started this..." he smiled now ruffling Sakura's messed up hair and his still blushing face flowing more red.

"Well im glad you kept your comradeship safe sweet brother" Umemiya grinned.

Sakura blushed to the tips of his ears, huffing, "Not like I did anythjnf but be a victim..."

It was all OK...

"So... what's this about my plant?"

Or... It wasn't

"Did I hear you say it was Kotoha's plant?" Umemiya's smile darkened, sweet to bitter ...its bad now.

Sakura gulped but suo being the rescuer instantly grabbed everyone and scurried away before the leader of Borfurin could catch up.

Sakura couldn't say he hated his day but he really wondered what happened to the tomato plant Hiragi said he was gonna replace...

No one will know the depths Hajime Umemiya would go to cherish what Kotoha gave him.

Sakura shivered... a bigger tickle monster is lurking inside the leader.

The end was rushed, ik! Ik! It came too cute, too, so the plot was messy! Sorryyyyy my badddd also don't blame me! It's so late, and I'm hyper from caffeine! Byeee

#wind breaker tickle fic #lee!sakura #ler!umemiya #ler!suo #ler!nirei #haruka sakura #wind breaker #hajime umemiya #hayato suo #akihiko nirei

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In The End, You Were My First Love ❤️‍🩹

Chapter 1

He’s Back

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smoking, mentions of Ghostface/murder, Amber being an ass, mentions of Abuse/Neglect, slight Homophobia

A/n: Not spelled checked 🙃

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“He’s Back”

Flipping through the daily news

Even if it was a new era, you could basically get the news on tv more or on phones, but you, yes you, didn’t have a phone only a house phone.

You lived in a trailer in Woodsboro, were the classic murders of the famous Ghostface lived.

Boy were you glad you weren’t involved, but that might just take a turn.

Sitting on your singular chair in your living room, looking at the papers in your hands as it talked about another Ghostface attack has just happened last night.

The person you was attacked happened to be a friend. Not just any friend, your crush.

Tara Carpenter.

God damn she was gorgeous, her dark brunette hair that almost looked black, tan skin that looked so soft, and those eyes…you loved her eyes. You loved pretty much everything about her. You guys were that close, but Tara always seemed to talk to you a lot but it was cut short when her asshole best friend Amber Freeman appears.

She was your enemy, Amber hated you. You weren’t sure why, all you did was call her a skunk behind her back but- she hates you, and calls you names whenever Tara isn’t around. Maybe Amber likes Tara, or she’s jealous of the fact Tara talks to you more.

You had zero clue, Amber was hard to understand

But looking at the news made you try not to bark out a cry, Tara was the first victim. Your Tara

You sure damn felt bad, you wanted to go check on her make sure she was alright. But your gut was telling you not to, worried her friends will shoo you away.

It was Tara, Mindy, Chad, Liv, Wes and Amber. That was the friend group you always noticed sitting on the benches outside of Woodsboro High. You don’t have any friends other than Tara, you never stood out and people always thought you were weird.

Tara saw you as the good kind of weird, but everyone else thought the bad weird.

Was is because you had abusive parents don’t have parents anymore?

The question made your stomach turn

Your parents left you when you were 15, leaving you without much money, no car, and not a good house. You were barely surviving, surprised you could even still be in school. You aren’t sure where your parents went, they never told you where they’d move, they just blocked you out and disappeared.

It didn’t upset you too much, you knew it was going to happen eventually. You came out to them, they called you a disgrace and a burden. All because you couldn’t help who you like.

What a shame, you tell yourself

Keeping things positive wasn’t easy. Every time you’d try the positive, it’ll become negative the next minute. It always does.

The only person who kept you mainly sane was Tara and your neighbor.

The neighbor was Dewey Riley, yep, the Ex-Deputy and Husband.

He was a good man, he was involved in the very beginning of the Ghostface attacks. You never harped on him about it, and he liked that. Anyone who’d recognized him would jump to conclusions about his past, making him sad. Which you were a little upset about, and you felt the same way. Amber would tease you about your parents abandonment.

Ugh…you hated the raven haired

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WoodsBoro High

It was lunch break. You were now sitting alone outside on a brick wall. Headphones on as you sketched anything around you in your notebook, even though you were supposed to be doing homework

Feeling as if someone was staring at the back of your head, you turned and made eye contact with Amber

Well shit

Let’s just hope to the gods she doesn’t approach, you were actually having a good day she hadn’t bothered you once!

You swiftly turned your head away, still feeling her drill her eyes in the back of your head.

“Why do you hate Y/n so much Amber?” Liv asked.

“That’s none of your business.” Amber turned her gaze from you to the pink haired.

“We’ll okay jeez..” Chad wrapped an arm around Liv’s waist, making Liv feel better. She smiled at him.

“Yeah, Liv’s right.” Wess spoke, looking up from his lap, “what’s your beef with Y/n? She seems nice.”

Amber scoffed, “that thing? Nice? She always gives me these weird looks and she doesn’t talk to anyone.” “So?” “So! For fucks sake she could be Ghostface! She’s been talking to Tara and look where Tara is now!”

“Amber!” Mindy yelled. “What!?” “You can’t just go off accusing people! And Y/n is not a thing!”

“Well…I mean- Amber has a point,-” Liv hits the back of Chad’s head. “Ow! That was mean!”

“Well how do you know for sure Am? She hasn’t done anything to you has she?”

“That little shit has a freaky obsession with horror movies! And you think she’s not Ghostface?” Amber points at you, “that weirdo more than likely loves Stab!”

“But I’m obsessed with horror films, and love Stab. What if I’m ghostface?” Mindy points out. Amber rolls her eyes

“Whatever guys, it doesn’t matter because we’re all suspects. Including you Amber.” States Wess.

“Psh- well don’t come crying to me when one of you gets murdered by weirdo.”

Everyone groaned

You knew they were talking about you. You were well aware of their presence.

Though you weren’t sure if Amber’s friends even liked you. It seemed as if Wess and Liv were defending you, maybe Mindy but did that mean they liked you?

Who knows…all you knew is that there were some likes and dislikes. Chad seemed to be for both, he wasn’t defending you of not being Ghostface, and to your surprise Mindy was. I guess just because your a twin doesn’t mean you think the same.

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It was the afternoon, you rode your bike to Dewey’s for your every night hangout. But this time it was different.

When you arrived you noticed his car wasn’t the only one sitting outside. Someone else was here.

Dewey’s front door swung open revealing two young adults. Quickly you hid behind Dewey’s truck, tossing your bike down.

Both of the man and woman got into a car and drove off, leaving you confused. Getting out from behind Dewey’s truck you see his front door open and he walks out, he stops when he notices you.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” He asks, you just step closer to him. “Dewey, who were they?”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just…stay here kid, I’ve got something to do.” He said sternly.

Dewey walked past you and opened his truck door, you turned around and got into the passenger seat. “Wh-what? No kid, stay here.”

“No, I’m going with you.”

“Y/n-”

“No. I’m going whether you like it or not.”

Dewey just nods, starting the truck and driving off to wherever your adventure may lead…..

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A/n: this is short chapter but I needed to finish it 😭

Sorry for the long wait but here it is ✨

#tara carpenter #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x female reader #scream 5 #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wlw

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all characters are over the age of 18! :)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ENTP

Ravenclaw

Chaotic Good

Gemini Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You’re light in not only Stiles’ life, but the whole group.

・They come to you when life feels too much.

・You’re there with the kettle on, ready to hear their problems and read their tea leaves

・There’s always an animal worming their way around your legs, either a cat or one of your dogs

・You adopt as many animals as you can, usually from Alan Deaton, the vet.

・Scott likes you because you bring a sense of calm to Stiles’ chaos

・And Stiles didn’t realise he had a crush on you until Scott pointed it out.

・You constantly have to bring Stiles back down to earth. His mind is constantly racing and thinking about the next problem

・Stiles couldn’t help but fall in love with you. You were always so kind to him. When everyone else thought he was ‘too much’, you couldn’t get enough

・ It was your smile that did it for Stiles. That sweet, sometimes mischievous smile.

・You originally thought Stiles was one of those sceptics that brushed the existence of magic as mere fiction

・But Stiles was the first one to believe in your witchcraft:

“We have werewolves, Banshees and god knows what else. A witch seems the most realistic.”

・When the group doesn’t have any leads, they come to you for help. It’s not easy being a witch. It uses a lot of energy. You can do locating spells, but it drains you a lot

・Stiles hates coming to you for help because he knows how much it physically costs you

・Some teenagers like to graffiti your home - but they can only do it once. You’ve cast a spell so whoever tries to do it again loses their ability to talk normally

・It also means you know who’s been doing it

・Because parents panic and news always travels around town, the graffiti is next to non-existent now (also because Stiles makes sure to clean it off before you notice)

・He can be very, very stubborn. And often thinks he knows what is best.

・But he’s also ... very honest. So you know when he’s lying (he’s so bad at it):

“Stiles...tell me the truth.”

“The truth is ... that ... I ... am...- okay god stop looking at me like that.”

・Likes cuddling A LOT. But is fussy, and if he can’t get perfectly comfortable, then he wants to be the little spoon.

・Is a really heavy sleeper, and whenever he stays over at your place he’s the last to wake up

・LOVES when you make his favourite food. Literally falls in love, not even being dramatic. His mind is like ‘this is the one. I’m keeping them.’

・Loyal to. a. fault. Will die for you, will do everything in his power to keep you safe and out of danger. That’s another reason why he doesn’t like getting you involved in the supernatural stuff.

・You know exactly what he’s thinking, because you can see it clearly on his face.

・ “Stiles, do you tell my secrets to Scott?”

“Ugh, not the really secretive ones?”

・Sheriff Stilinksi loves you, he thinks you’re great for Stiles. You make his chaos less ... chaotic. He was a bit apprehensive about your witchcraft at first, but then he had the same outlook as Stiles. “At least you’re not a ...hellhound or something.”

・Stiles NEVER fails to make you laugh

・You find the most random things in his car. Ducktape, a metal baseball bat, keys to many, many buildings, rope. You asked him if he had a first aid kit, since he had everything else, and his eyes glazed over.

“I KNEW I was forgetting something. God!”

・You make protection amulets for him, and give him crystals. He doesn’t understand but takes them wholeheartedly anyway

・His favourite crystals are labradorite (”because I like when it shines, duh”), malachite and blue tiger’s eye

・Vending machines are his mortal enemy and if he sees one he forbids you from using it (you use it anyway)

・Having weekly meals at his father’s place

・You were really really good friends with Allison, and her death was heavy for you.

・Adores going to metaphysical stores with you. He picked out a deck of tarot cards (wants to pay but you never let him. So he tries to gift you as many things as you’ll need, so he can buy them)

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’d think he would be very open with nicknames for you. But he’s very embarrassed by it. Not embarrassed of you, but of showing you verbal affection. After being in a stable relationship for a while, he would start calling you names like ‘sweetheart,’ or ‘honey’, especially when you weren’t listening to his warnings

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation. He’s always on the go and can feel like you aren’t a part of his world. But you always make sure to leave little trinkets in his pockets or in his car.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Romantic Flight by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Chaotic Dumbass (Stiles) x Oh God That’s My Chaotic Dumbass (You)

Gifts Rocks As Gifts x Takes The Rocks Without Question

Talks A Lot (Stiles) x Likes To Listen (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

It’s Always Been You

#stiles headcanons #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf headcanons #dating would include #witchthewriter #witch reader #stiles x witch #stiles x reader #stiles x witch reader #teen wolf witch #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #self insert #gender neutral reader #stiles x y/n #stiles x you

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paperweight91 · 8 months

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: as the newest recruit in the Avengers, you seemingly are always butting heads with Captain Rogers due to your lack of ‘enhancement’ but every night you dream of a cold, dark train ride that never ends, maybe there’s more to you then even you ever thought.

Pairings: none really this chapter.

AN: would love some feedback on this!! As always reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Steve is an ass, Curtis is…Curtis, none really for this chapter…

The chill seeped into your bones. Even through all your layers. The hunger you felt was like a pit in your stomach. You moved the privacy curtain open on your cubby. No one else seemed to be awake yet.

You climbed out and felt a wave of dizziness. This? Again? As you stumbled to your feet a pair of strong arms caught you.

“Alight there?” You looked up into Curtis’ bright blue eyes. The only thing that never seemed to dull on the train.

“Yeah, just got up too quick I think.” Curtis was tall and burly. His strong arms had saved you more than once when one of your dizzy spells acted up.

“Be careful.” He never said much, but he was really the only one watching out for you in the tail. Everyone else was out for themselves, or their loved ones.

The train shook as it hit an ice block, and your dizziness took over, everything fading into black.

When you opened your eyes again you were in your quarters in the Avengers compound. Ugh, I hate that dream.

It always unsettled you when you dreamt of the train. Everything felt too real. Sighing you picked your phone up off of your side table 4:15 AM. You have enough time to get a run on the treadmill in, but the hunger you felt in your dream drives you to the common area kitchen instead.

Thankfully you find it empty, you set to work warming up some leftover pizza from the night before. You shove a couple slices in the microwave and start the coffee maker to put on a full pot, the kitchen may be empty now, but it won’t be long until the other Avengers get up for their morning routines.

As if on cue, Steve comes in from his morning run. He barely glances at you. It’s nothing new, he was never your biggest fan when you both worked for SHEILD, it’s hardly surprising that he avoids you as much as possible now that you’re an Avenger.

The two of you are quiet as you each prepare your separate breakfasts. A protein shake for Steve and your left over pizza finally warm out of the microwave.

Steve looks over at your pizza and gives a snort. “You know, there’s a bunch of things in the kitchen if you want to put in some effort for breakfast.” He’s being an ass, you must have screwed something up in your last mission report, because he always gets like this when you do.

“I know,” you say as you pour yourself some coffee. You offer him the carafe while you answer, but he shakes his head no. “I woke up starving for some reason this morning. Not sure why.”

Steve’s hum is the only acknowledgement you get before he marches out of the kitchen. Whatever, he’s an ass. You finish your pizza and chug your coffee, much quicker then you normally would. You still don’t feel full, but at least you’re not dizzy anymore. Wait, wasn’t that from you’re dream?

You make your way back to your quarters saying good mornings to the Avengers slowly making their way to the kitchen for coffee and sustenance. You decide a shower will help relieve the sleep the still clings to your brain like a fog.

You’ll have to go to medical if it doesn’t clear up after your shower. Luckily, everything comes into clearer focus once you’re showered and ready for the day. No scheduled missions for you today, thankfully, so you head into the library off the common area to search for a new book to read.

You expect to find the place empty, but of course Steve freaking Rogers is there, again. It’s like he’s trying to ruin a good day off. You huff as you spot him and head to the other side of the library, hoping for some peace. After pulling out a copy of Stephen Kings Carrie, you settle into one of the comfy armchairs beneath the window.

You only get a few pages in when you’re rudely interrupted by none other than Captain America. “Are you planning to spend all day here?”

You sigh, one day, just one day without having to deal with him, was that too much to ask? Clearly, because you never got it. “I was going to read for a while Captain, is there a problem with that?”

Steve placed his hands on his hips and gave you his disappointed look. “When was the last time you went down and did some training with the team. You won’t always be on solo missions and we need to know you’re able to keep up with the rest of us.”

There it was, the real reason Steve didn’t think you should be on the team. You weren’t enhanced, and didn’t have super powers. You were normal for all intents and purposes. But you were good. It was why SHEILD had scouted you, and why Natasha has pushed for you to be recruited to the Avengers when SHEILD fell. But why couldn’t Steve see it?

“I go for training nearly every day Captain, just because I don’t invite you doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. Besides, it doesn’t seem like you trust me to be on mission with the team, it’s why you’ve been sending me on all these solo missions right?” Your face is heating up with your anger, and worse you can feel the hot tears building in your eyes. Every time you get angry, this is what happens. It drives you nuts. Please not now, don’t let him see you cry.

Steve huffs out a laugh, “Fine, the next mission I go on, you’ll be coming with me.” With that he spins on his heel and marches out of the library. You roar with frustration and fling your book across the room.

Why does this man have to ruin everything?

You go in search of Natasha, your best friend. You find her where she usually is, sparring in the gym. This time she’s sparring with Bucky. It’s always something to watch the two of them spar. Something beautiful but deadly about them both.

Suddenly Bucky easily pins Natasha, and whispers something in her ear. She laughs and pushes him off, before getting to her feet and walking over to you. “You okay? You look a little frazzled.” Her eyes have taken you in in moments and you know she knows you need to talk.

“Do you wanna come hang out for a bit, just don’t want to hang out in the common room.” You mumble, you can’t even meet her eyes. It’s stupid, you shouldn’t let him get under your skin, and yet here you are.

“Sure,” Natasha gives you a warm smile, and forces you to meet her eyes. You can see the worry, before it’s quickly replaced with her normal cool facade. “Let me shower and I’ll meet you in your room. Get snacks and drinks ready!” She winks before heading off to her own quarters to freshen up.

You grab a variety of snacks from the kitchen, and sneak a bottle of vodka from the bar and head straight to your quarters. Flipping on the bed with all of your haul. You know Nat won’t be long so you scroll through instagram while you wait.

You feel the dizziness from this morning start to make a reappearance and before you know it you’re asleep.

As you blink your eyes open you see blue concerned eyes staring back at you. “S-Steve?” It’s the only person you can think would be here right now.

“Sounds like she’s out of it Curtis, better take her to her cubby.” Is that Gilliam? How are you back on the train? You feel strong arms lift you and carry you bridle style to your cubby. “Curtis, what’s going on?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You cling to him, the only person you trust here, the only one you know will keep you safe. When Curtis tries to lower you down to your bed you cling even tighter. “Somethings wrong, please don’t leave…” you trail off, nervous at your sudden display of weakness.

Curtis looks around before climbing in behind you and closing your curtains. “Do you remember what happened?” He whispers. You can only shake your head. The last thing you remember is waiting for Natasha to show up in your room, then nothing. What is happening to you?

“After our run in this morning, no one really saw you until you passed out at the back of the car. Thankfully Gilliam and I were there.” Curtis is searching your face as he runs his hands up and down your arms.

“Ughhhh,” the groan you let out is tired and frustrated. What the hell is going on? “I’m sorry Curtis, I didn’t mean to bother you both. I know you’re busy, I, uh, I don’t really know what’s going on with me.” You can’t look him in the eye. This is the man who’s going to lead the rebellion down here. You? You’re nothing and nobody. You shouldn’t be burdening him with this.

He gives you a crooked grin. Wow, his smile is beautiful. You’d never seen Curtis smile before, but my God it was something. He tilted your face up to him with a finger under your chin. “Now come on, you know I’m never too busy to help. Especially you.” Before you could respond he kept talking. “Now, tell me: what happened? Is it from hunger? You’ve been dizzy more often lately.”

You were in shock, or dreaming maybe? Wait, this is a dream, you are dreaming. “I just think it’s lack of sleep you know? Probably just catching up to me. Please don’t worry Curtis, I’ll start taking better care of myself.”

He cupped your cheek with his hand, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. His eyes searching yours for something, you weren’t sure what, but you hoped your face conveyed the right emotion. He must have seen what he was looking for, because next thing you knew Curtis had closed the distance between you both and was kissing you breathless. Your arms shakily wrapped around his neck holding him as close to you as you could.

His hands began to wander, one on your hip the other tangled in your hair. Before you could start to explore yourself you felt the strong wave of dizziness take you over again. You pulled away from Curtis, and murmured a weak “oh no” before you were lost to unconsciousness again.

When you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed, alone. You could still feel Curtis’ lips move against yours. The heat from his body. How he had gripped your hip so hard, you were sure there would be bruises. How are your dreams becoming so intense.

Slowly moving to go clean yourself up for when Nat gets there you go to the washroom. After you flush and before you pull your jeans back up you spy something in the mirror. Is that, finger shaped bruises on your hip? You really got into that dream.

Natasha barges into your room like she owns it. She snags the bottle of vodka and props herself up at the headboard.

“No please,” you say, “do make yourself at home.” She rolls her eyes at your sarcasm.

“So you gonna tell me what got you all pissed off I had to cut my training short, or are you just gonna stand there and huff.” She’s not even looking at you, but she knows already that you’re gearing up to let it out.

“I’m just so sick of ‘Captain Perfect’ treating me like I’m not good enough to be here.” You sigh as you flip down next to her on the bed. “He thinks I’m a liability because I don’t have powers, and I’m not enhanced. Which okay, sure I could understand that if the man even took, oh I don’t know, thirty seconds to watch me train, or looked at my mission reports. But no it’s like he’s already decided I’m too weak to be here. And now because I lost it on him, I get to go on his next mission with him.”

Nat is just staring at you when you finish, blinking slowly. You heave in a breath, because saying that much in one go probably isn’t wise.

“Do you think you’re good enough to be here?” Her question catches you off guard. It’s not something you’ve put a lot of thought into. You got in off of recommendations from Natasha. When you were at SHIELD you always felt like you were in the top tier of agents, but were you good enough to be an Avenger?

“I’m starting to doubt it the longer I’m here. Maybe I should just leave, that way ‘Captain Perfect’ can take the stick out of his butt.” You huff as you lay down on the bed beside Nat. Staring up at the ceiling and feeling the self doubt start to trickle in.

“Well I recommended you, and I still stand by it. But if you want to leave and go somewhere else, you know I’m not going to stop you.” Nat takes a sip of the vodka and peers at you, you’re not sure how to judge the look she gives you. The closest you could describe it is assessing, but that still doesn’t feel like what it is. “Do the mission with Steve, if you still feel like it’s not working, maybe this isn’t the right fit for you.”

Well when she laid it out like that…

“Fine. Now let’s stop talking about the oldest Avenger and put on the craptastic TV.” You say as you reach for the remote. You and Nat spend the rest of the night laughing and drinking. Making fun of all of the ridiculousness of the reality shows you turned on. You felt lighter by the end of the night. Nat always had the ability to bring you back to centre, it’s why you had chosen her as your best friend.

As your eyes started to droop, Natasha quickly cleaned up the garbage and left to go back to her room.

Thankfully you woke up the next morning from a dreamless sleep.

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #reader insert #snowpiercer #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #chris evans #dream a little dream of me

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burialbunnys · 10 days

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CW: A RANT

this isn’t going to be anything new, or that hasn’t been touched on before…but i genuinely feel like so much of the tcoaal hate is because of the overall lack of media literacy these days. at least online, that is.

i feel like my head is going to explode if i have to read one more post about ‘incest bad, characters bad, game so edgy😣😣’ LIKE BROOOO

ik in general there’s like a decline in literacy with younger gen z/gen alpha,,,but i feel like there’s a certain group of ppl online that are just so obsessed with everything needing to be socially acceptable and morally correct. like i feel that a big part of the reason everyone hates on tcoaal is bc they aren’t able to realise that just bc a piece of media is showing something doesn’t mean they’re endorsing it.

like to them tcoaal having incest, cannibalism, murder, etc. is AUTOMATICALLY BAD AND EVIL, unless the game like directly tells us in the most dumbed down fucking way that those things are bad. like you shouldn’t need the game to spell it out for you to realise that killing people = bad

and even beyond that most of the complaints towards themes in the game are just like,,,if you played the game you literally would not be saying that. Or i should say if you played the game AND COULD LOOK AT MEDIA CRITICALLY you wouldn’t be saying that

just ugh i feel like such a hag whenever i bring this stuff up bc i feel like i just sound like ‘back in my day👴🏻👴🏻👴🏻’ type shit

i’m saying all this as someone who is not only gen z, but also like not that well versed academically. (i am not very bright or good with words but it’s okay bc my brain is smooth and soft and juicy 😍😍)

I DIGRESS, i just wish ppl didn’t get their panties in a twist so easily. like i wish more people had the ability to engage with media that wasn’t just ‘pure’ and sanitised yk

idk it just makes me sad bc there’s so much incredible content out there (TCOAAL!!!) that you can analyse and understand and really look deeper at. yet people just seem to have lost the ability to do any of those things…ANYWAYS HOPE THIS MADE SENSE LMAO

#rant post #y’all piss me off #but some of you are so smart and interesting and have the best takes *smooch*#tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley

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Kiss. | K.DY

— Prologue: “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

— Summary: Where you are a vampire who hates werewolves until you met Kim Doyoung and become his one night stand.

— Genre: Romance. Smut minors dni. Fantasy. Vampire!y/n x Werewolf!doyoung. Mention of alcohol. Drunk sex(?) lots of pushing and pinning down. Y/n is an annoying brat. Brat taming. Unprotected sex. (Please use protection irl). Heavy making out. One night stand but become lovers later. Doyoung is such a tease and loves annoying Y/n.

— Notes: Long ass fic.

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You’re a vampire who loves the party animal life style. You prefer being surrounded by your people who are vampires and love getting drunk even though it takes a while to get a vampire actually drunk on human alcohol and such. But tonight you are drunk off your rockets you won’t lie. You must’ve been so drunk because that night you decided to make the biggest mistake of your life.

Your paths were met with a certain someone you shouldn’t of have relations with anyways. They were new in town and you remember your family in the coven gossiping about how this town suddenly had a bunch of werewolves migrating from Seoul. And now they are here in your town living on with their life. This town mostly has humans living here so that’s why everyone who is a supernatural creature, they have a human disguise on.

For you it’s a spell protected ring that makes you able to go outside in the sun however it does go off roughly around two months. You gotta go back and get your ring renewed by the local witch who owns a shop after on.

The scent of something fuzzy and a mixture of alcohol mixing in with the natural scent of a werewolf makes anyone’s skin crawl creepily because your high sense of smell made it difficult to ignore him. You couldn’t believe a werewolf was drinking at your bar and at first it annoyed you to the bones until that same Werewolf walked to you with a smug expression pushing a large beer bottle to you and lifting his beer bottle.

You couldn’t explain it but it looked like he wanted to drink with you. As if he knew you were bothered by his presence being here and he decided to annoy you with it by drinking with you. You drunkenly glare pushing the bottle in your hand. It’s free alcohol you can’t reject that though.

“What are you doing here?” You ask the man. Doyoung laughs heartily as you came straight to the point. “Can’t you tell I’m having a drink with a beautiful lady?”

‘Ugh his flirting won’t on me.’ You prayed to yourself as you side stepped away from Doyoung leaving him and going to sit somewhere far. But when you left Doyoung just moved to sit next to you staring you down from the sideline.

You grumble. “You do realise that i am stronger than you during nighttime? I don’t think it’s a good idea to be picking a fight with me.”

Doyoung innocently stares as he sips calmly the bottle of beer in his hand shrugging. “I’m not picking a fight I’m having a conversation with you.”

“Is there a difference?” You blurt out.

Doyoung crowds over you. “There is. I’m being civil and you’re being prejudice.” He wasn’t wrong you had to admit. You were prejudice. You didn’t even know him yet and you only hate him because of his species — but you can’t blame yourself. Your family grew up this way and now they raised you that way too.

You look away sighing. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight.”

Doyoung smirks knowing he has lowered down your walls just a little now. It seems like you were now more comfortable to speak to him again. “I thought vampires couldn’t get drunk.” He’d question and you murmur taking a large sip of the beer bottle.

“They can if they drink to a point where it was excessive.”

The man questions in reality how much you drank then. Vampire bodies are basically rock stone so to have you this drunk it meant you must’ve been over that limit a long time ago. He saw you turn around suddenly watching him, your corpse like complexion which was so pale was growing a pink flush around the cheeks and Doyoung smiles seeing you squint your eyes forward to look at his face.

You really were so drunk. You couldn’t even see properly bless you he thought. Doyoung puts his hands on the desk where the bottle was put there and he looks back at you. “You’re…! I’m seeing two of you. Do you have twins?” You blabber and Doyoung laughs at how gone you are. “My lord you’re so drunk. What’s even your name?”

“Your mother.” You spat out and Doyoung rolls his eyes sighing. “Very funny. Come on i’ll take you home.” He was lifting you from your seat where he puts your arms around him and then starts walking you out of the bar. You were such a hard person to export to place to place because you kept wiggling and shaking in the hold. It’s as if you were more stubborn when drunk than you’re sober.

Doyoung hissed as you nearly hit him in the face with your hands moving everywhere. “Can you fucking stay still i’m trying to seatbelt you.” He snapped and somehow you could feel a little anger boiling inside him; you freeze and stay in the car seat like a cold statue and the final seatbelt was clicked in. He closed the door and comes through the driver seat sitting down.

You turn to him slowly and Doyoung glances at you. “Sorry I snapped.” He clears his throat as he drives away from the bar. You couldn’t believe your vampire ears for a whole ass minute because he apologised to you and you never thought werewolves could have the ability to be nice afterwards?

Might be the alcohol you thought because when a soft expression came on right after the angry one you found him sort of ethereal and beautiful. You look out the window drunkenly slurring. Why did you find his face attractive now? And why did you somehow like when he was ordering you, that you can’t answer.

“Where are we going?” You asked in a drunken manner and Doyoung slowly replied. “Will you tell me where you live?”

“God no. My parents can’t see me this drunk they would end me.” You lean in your seat getting comfortable.

Doyoung sighs. “Okay my house it is.”

As the car drive continues on you would see an incoming family house that looked slightly modern you weren’t sure why you were expecting a bloody cave. God you really need to stop judging werewolves. The driver left once the car was parked and went through opening your door unlocking the belt and then grabbing your arm putting it around his neck and having your supported body to carry up front to the door. It opens wide and you were welcomed into his home. A werewolf home and if your parents knew they would’ve known you to be a disgrace. But something about Doyoung made you stay and feel comfortable.

He wasn’t so bad. He actually helped you. No vampire has ever helped you before, but a freaking werewolf did.

Doyoung made sure you laid down on the bed inside his bedroom. You were fully clothed and looked to be so out of this world he still can’t believe you got this drunk at a bar, you clearly did not worry something would happen to you. Looking down at your shoes he took them off and puts them down somewhere in his room where you can see them later on. The clock on his bed stand table said it was too late and you couldn’t help but sit up holding Doyoung’s wrist from letting him leave.

“Where have you kidnapped me to?” You side shot and Doyoung looks down at you. “My bedroom.”

Your face went kinda warm thinking about this. This was his bedroom and you could find his scent everywhere it was almost infatuating. Doyoung rose his eyebrows at you pointing down at your hand holding his wrist. “You can let go off me now.” He’d say but you squint your eyes at him. “You’re not going to leave me here right?”

The man trails in confusion. “I’m taking the couch downstairs. I have to leave you here.” You huff. “You don’t even know my name though why are you treating me so nicely!”

Doyoung felt you pull him on the bed suddenly and he flinched by how your strength really was overpowering. The only time he was this close to a vampire was now. The vampires don’t let werewolves near them and they don’t get approached by Doyoung’s people because of this. They were stronger when it wasn’t the full moon. Until the full moon the werewolves become stronger than them.

You could feel a ball of air hitching in his throat when your face came closer to his even though you were drunk you could sense how nervous he was suddenly having you come so close to him. He whispers looking down at you. “You didn’t tell me your name. But that doesn’t mean i can leave you alone when you’re vulnerable.” It was kindness that made its way to your heart and you felt your body go warm because of how radiant he was.

You murmur staring down at his lips. There was something in your eyes that was speaking to him a foreign language. “Its Y/n. My name is Y/n.” You’d add softly and Doyoung swallows harshly.

“Kim Doyoung…” he slowly relies back but it seems like your eyes were both on each others lips. The sudden urge to lean in was a given.

“Do I make you wanna kiss me?” Doyoung quietly looked at you and you felt your eyes waver down capturing a soft peck on his lips. ‘ yes you do.’ You thought deeply. He slowly returned it back and it was a soft moment shared that would soon go from zero to a hundred. You laid back pulling Doyoung’s body on top of you while the kiss continued.

You wanted to say yes to everything knowing this was so wrong on many levels and if people found out about this it would be the ethereal cost of you both. But your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t understand why. Your hands were fiddling in your clothes as you were undressing each other so hungrily. A flash of yellow in his eyes made you think how much control he was losing.

And something about that control going haywire made you wonder how far you could push a werewolves buttons in bed. Your breathes gasping together as your lips break apart a long string of saliva connects the both of you.

“Is that all you can do? Already out of breathe Doyoung?” You playfully add with a smirk forming on your face seeing how Doyoung was flustered but the man below you fell into a stern expression where his hand captures your throat pushing you down on the bed and his voice going shades darker.

“The only one out of breathe will be yourself, Darling.” You couldn’t help it but he sent you multiple shivers down your smile as he licks your neck and sends those wet kisses you felt his teeth scraping on it and your legs straddling his waist as he pushed you down on the erected cock unclothed through your panties. You wince as if you can’t believe he was this big.

There was a hidden truth to his words. Everyone knows the rumours of werewolves being the best in bed and somehow you found yourself believing this now that you’re in that perfect situation of becoming someone’s fucked out doll. Doyoung was a complete unknown beast in bed you couldn’t believe it; he had you doing a whole workout. He was pushing into you so deep the minute his cock entered your wet pussy he went into a frenzy mode.

It’s like he had no physical restraint and when his glowing yellow eyes were pointed to yours that were crying pure tears by how good it felt folded by a werewolf to completely tame you, you found yourself loving the high too much. Your arms were on top of him scraping the skin with your claws that made him hiss in an irony of painful love. ‘Who would’ve thought he was a masochist..’ you smirked at the expression he gave and move your lips to his neck licking it down a spot.

His hips were straining you down with each pounding moment where your skin claps against each other you could feel your moans becoming more and more prominent. It was getting harder to control it down and at this point you pray his neighbours don’t question you and whatever you’re blabbering. “For someone who hates werewolves you love getting dick down by one don’t you?” There was hints of multiple trading you close your eyes unable to answer. Doyoung however loved seeing you go quiet and he whispers into your ear. “You love being stretched out by the biggest cock you’ve ever seen don’t you? You love having your stupid cunt filled.”

You whimper when his hands go back to choke you a little as you nod helplessly. “You already know the answer so why are you asking me?” Your voice was striking him so softly at the same time your body was so submissive but your personality was not and that’s another thing that Doyoung found attractive. You weren’t afraid to say what you want and you were stubborn as a mule.

“Because I like to see you break down while you admit it that you don’t hate werewolves.” Doyoung was your karma to say the least. He loved testing your ability to stay calm and now you can’t. You moan when his hands squeeze tighter again. He growls. “Admit it Y/n. You love getting fucked by a werewolf don’t you? You like how i stretch your small hole out and now I’m going to fill you up so much you won’t have any space in your womb.”

God you wanted to say no to all of these and say you don’t like anything how that sounded but you would be lying because all of the above you prayed it happens and your body was screaming for his release to come and give it to you. You loved the idea in truth and you loved how good it feels you were chasing your highs and he was chasing it too. You squeeze him whimpering.

Doyoung mockingly laughs. “Whimpering already? God you’re driving me fucking nuts.” He adds with a rough groan stuttering the hips down at you. The arms beneath you belong to him lift you up so he could hit another angle that made it straight to the k.o as he released deep within you. You weren’t aware you could have such a big orgasm before but you did and he made you come so many times.

“Take it all Y/n. Take it all.” He chants.

You couldn’t count how many exactly but it was too many. When Doyoung had finished inside you he stayed in your body for a while staring down at you as his yellow glowing eyes were all you could stare into as if you were hypnotised. You loved how bright and beautiful they actually were and your trembling hands hold his face.

He could tell how shaky your palms were by how they held his skin and he felt like you were made up of porcelain by your skin rattling like an earthquake. He drifts his face down as his eyes widen a little.

“You’re shaking so much, Y/n. ” He was suddenly worried. You can’t believe how he can switch so fast his personalities.

You murmur out in a daze. “Your neck looks so soft…” you whisper and your eyes were glowing a bright red. Doyoung couldn’t even resist to push you away when your fangs reappeared and bite down into the neck. He didn’t want to back away either.

He wanted you to drink him dry until your needs were satisfied. How would’ve thought you were going to bite him. Doyoung however grew a liking to the painful factor to this and he wanted you to bite every part of him and drink him out till he was nothing.

That night you wasn’t sure how many rounds you went through. But it certainly wasn’t one round. It was multiple rounds.

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The very next morning you woke up in many different positions. You couldn’t believe what happened until you saw your naked body in the long standing mirror placed in the corner of the bedroom. You saw so many hickeys marking your body. Your body looked like it’s been through war and hell back on earth. Your clothes were on the floor so you quickly changed back into them.

You couldn’t see Doyoung in bed so he must’ve been awake already. You find your sunlight protection ring and put it on. Your body comes out of the bedroom going down the stairs slowly but you happen to run into three men rounding the kitchen.

You pause as Doyoung’s eyes caught you and they approach you quickly as he shown you a little smile. “Hey you’re leaving already?” You stand there shocked. Doyoung seems like he didn’t want to leave. You slant on the stairway looking away.

“I thought you would want me to leave. Y’know…” you pause but Doyoung held your hand shaking his head. “Look i don’t want you to leave just like that.” You couldn’t help but find kind comfort in his words. Doyoung was surprisingly kind and supportive of you and you can’t help but fall for it just a little.

He dragged you to the kitchen and you were met with two other than sitting down eating breakfast. There was a muscular man sitting on the left eating from the plate while there was a cuter and softer male with features waving at you. You did a small wave back and turn to Doyoung shyly.

You were surrounded by a bunch of werewolves now. You felt sort of out of place and scared now. Doyoung however, made sure his presence was comforting you because his hand fell on your waist holding it softly. You look up at the man who gives you a small reassuring nod.

“Hello.” You say quietly to the men dining. Doyoung comes forward clearing his throat. “These two are my roommates. Y/n meet Jaehyun and Jungwoo.”

Jungwoo smirks applauding. “Nice to meet you y/n.” The other man, Jaehyun, trails softly. “It’s nice to finally meet the voice we kept hearing all night.”

Doyoung glares but his face went equally red and so did yours as you side glance away to avoid meeting their eyes. Great they definitely heard you both. No doubt.

“Ignore Jaehyun.” Doyoung murmurs as he sat you down and you were facing them. The boys were eating away as you watch. You were unbelievably tense but somehow Doyoung held on making you go calm again when he held your hand.

“Uhm so. Y/n. What year were you born in?” Jungwoo trails making a conversation. You look back at the boy answering back. “I am a 94’ liner.”

The three of them choke on their food midway as they heard you could see them catch their breathe. Jaehyun was trying not to smile as he saw Doyoung’s ears going bright red. Jungwoo brushed the back of his neck softly.

“You’re older than us.” He stated now this time more formally. You smirk eyeing them down. “You can speak comfortably with me.”

“Can i call you Y/n still?” Jungwoo adds and i shake it off. “Yeah that’s fine.”

Doyoung looks up at you. He couldn’t believe you’re older than him but you look so young. He wonders if you’re beautiful or magically gorgeous. You only woke up and you look perfect. He loved the way your fangs poke out everytime you speak. They were small and cute when they weren’t growing out.

“So what years were you born in then?”

Doyoung look away murmuring to your question. “I am 96. Jaehyun is 97 and Jungwoo is 98.”

It seems like the baby was Jungwoo. You could kind of see it with the way how extroverted he was speaking meanwhile Jaehyun and Doyoung were slightly more quiet than the other boy. It seems like their friendship was close however like they could read each others mind. That must be a Wolf thing.

After they finished breakfast and chatting with you Doyoung decided to walk you out as you said you would have to go now. Doyoung didn’t want to let you go but he didn’t have much choice but to do that. You look down at your feet as he escorts you out and you murmur softly.

“It was nice chatting to you in the morning.” You add because you felt like you made some friends along the way.

Doyoung smiles nodding. “They seem fond of you. Especially Jungwoo.”

You wanted to say it’s a bad idea getting close to someone like you and that it wouldn’t end well but you can’t bring yourself to say it to Doyoung. Somehow you wanted to continue knowing him and his friends. You suddenly hold his hand and Doyoung faces you hearing you whisper.

“I don’t want to… forget you.”

You paused as you spoke these words out watching how his expression softens and it were no longer a questioning sad one. It did him great happiness to hear you were feeling the same way as he was. Doyoung’s fingers slowly slip into your hand intertwining them so your hands were fitting together and he came close suddenly.

You didn’t run away and when the man came close he gave you a small peck on your lips. The urge to just grab and make out with him for two hours straight was there but you bury it deep down and slant back as he gave you a soft loving kiss. It was different from last time. It felt like a goodbye kiss almost but until next time they meet again.

“You know where to find me if you ever want to see me again.” Doyoung tells you, slowly pulling away from your body.

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The next few days you were on probation by your parents who were worried for you day and night. You couldn’t help but wish they were a little more lenient on you. They aren’t aware of what you got up to but they certainly could tell you weren’t home for a whole day which worried them. It’s ridiculous because you’re an adult but these people can never rest. They know how you are actually. You tend to get up to trouble wherever you go and they weren’t wrong.

You did get up to trouble. With a freaking werewolf that you can’t wait to see again.

‘I definitely got attached to him.’ You said to yourself as if this was a reason for you to relax and just let it happen. You didn’t hate him anymore however if anything you had some sort of weird feeling for him.

Doyoung took care of you. He even loved you for a whole night with many rounds to come. He introduced you to his friends who were not judgemental of your face. The only one that was still as hesitant was you. You were worried what your parents and your people would paint you as.

On your way you met your friend Taeyong. Lee Taeyong is a new vampire who was bitten by Taeil. You can see how that ended up now Taeil has to teach the boy to live as a vampire without getting caught.

Moon Taeil is your longest friend from childhood. You guys are the same age and you happen to know everything about each other — but this time you weren’t sure if he wants to know this piece of information.

“You slept with a werewolf?!” The two boys sang in unison as you were sitting down in their house sipping water from a straw.

Taeil looks away as he laughs in disbelief. You? With a werewolf? You hate werewolves last time he checked. He comes forward suddenly checking your wrists and sleeves.

You raise your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” You question your best friend who looks down at you. “I’m checking for a werewolf bite. What if he marked you? God you’re doomed.” He shakes his head at you coming to be so clueless.

“He didn’t bite me.” You’d reassure the two vampires in front of you. You murmur remembering the night again. “I bit him though.”

Taeil sat down crumbling as you kept giving the details from your night you spend with Doyoung. It seems it was getting worse and worse in his imagination.

“You drank from a werewolf. That’s fantastic Y/n! You fell for your one night stand.” He spat.

You flinch as you huddle on the couch sighing. “I shouldn’t of but he really isn’t as bad as the vampires claim they are. He took care of me Taeil. He even gave me a goodbye kiss.”

“I give you a goodbye kiss all the fucking time Y/n you can’t be seriously hurt that you aren’t seeing him anymore.” Taeil thrown at you.

You shake your head laying down on the couch holding your hands together. The ceiling was your form of entertainment as Taeil and Taeyong were wondering what’s happening with you.

“Did you at least do it safely?” Taeil would ask you.

A guilty smile came on your face as if you obviously weren’t being safe in the bedroom and Taeil sat back down yelling into his hands as if you were helpless and you were just a kid who knows nothing.

“Y/n you could get pregnant you know?” He spat and you somehow felt unbothered. You shrugged. “I didn’t know it was possible to intersect with werewolves.”

Taeil gasps. “Of course there are! Why do you think they don’t mix for a reason?”

Taeyong silently sips the blood from the hospital bloodbag and you roll off the couch sighing. “It’s fine trust me. I’m not going to get pregnant alright? It was only an one night stand.” Unfortunately.

Taeil side glares. “You want to meet him again don’t you?”

You smirk. “Heck yeah i do.”

“My god you are so delulu.” He stops. “For a werewolf Y/n. A werewolf Y/n. A species that could kill you.” He adds describing it. But even so you weren’t afraid of Doyoung.

You begin walking out the door. Taeil behind you shouts wondering where the heck you’re leaving while he was still talking to you.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING Y/N? I WAS SPEAKING TO YOU.”

“I am going to a bar! God you’re sounding like my bloody father now.”

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You murmur at the bar all alone sipping a shot of soju. “Stupid Taeil telling me what to do and not do… man he’s such a freaking Wikipedia…” you shake your thoughts away as your best friend was done lecturing you about how to do safe sex and what not.

You couldn’t believe him. He wasn’t even a medical student and he goes all father on you.

The bar was playing little songs in the background that were tapping your fingers on the wooden bar counterpart. You sway a little enjoying the peaceful atmosphere until a sudden man leans forward taking a seat next to you.

When you were going to turn around it certainly felt like a deja vu moment you wanted to replay again.

“Doyoun—“

You pause as you realise it wasn’t Doyoung. It was just another human bothering you once again. You scowl at the man feeling disgusted he was drunk and smelled full of previous drugs. You couldn’t deal with the heinous smell so you turn around about to walk away.

“Were you expecting someone else love?” The man echos behind you.

You scowl. “Yes. Get lost I’m not interested.” You slant away leaving walking far away from that side and as you walk away you took sips of the brand new whiskey glass humming.

As you walk away a hand turned you around and you sighed swung yourself to shout at the man that was probably following you. “Look here mister I’m not fucking interested—“ but as you did your mouth fell apart and your voice was no longer there. You turned into a silent voice that couldn’t be traced nor heard because the person standing in front of you was a young man that you met the previous starry night you wish to forever remember. It was like a memory engraved in your brain you couldn’t forget and you don’t want to. You loved that night so much you felt your dead corpse heart beating so much you felt alive and without him you felt like a cold slum of death.

Doyoung smirks down at you. “I promise you will be interested soon.” He adds after your words and you felt going embarrassed you really thought you were followed by that human after all.

You slide back. “It wasn’t directed to you. Forget I said anything.” You’d shake your head. Doyoung looks down grabbing your glass of whiskey taking the last slip of the burning alcohol down his throat. You blink as he drank from the same glass and you touched your lips a little wondering.

He did indirect kiss me right now. You clear your unholy thoughts god you must be so tense and awkward right now with him it’s unbelievable.

“Hm you’re awfully quiet today. What happened to you Y/n? You’re not telling me to get lost like you did the night before. No werewolf prejudice today?” He said smirking while watching you and you felt your eyebrows lower down as you frown at him. He was teasing you.

You knew he was messing with you but you felt awfully embarrassed by it and even then you didn’t know what to say and reply back. “Shut up. Did you need anything Doyoung or are you here to rub it on my face?”

He grins. “Rub what on your face darling?”

You’d go silent. ‘That you slept with me and now I’m the one chasing you.’ You thought deeply. You want to kiss him so badly he looked so kissable right now. You want to let him know how bad you want him and even now him standing here you could take him on. You didn’t care if anyone else saw you.

You want people to know you are his and he’s yours. You don’t want this to be a secret one night stand. You want more. And here you are doing the thing you fear the most.

You’re here wanting to kiss a werewolf.

“Forget it.” You whisper into the air as your back turned around to Doyoung but as you did he turned you back around and quickly pinned you against the nearest wall as he was looking down at you knowing exactly what you wanted it he wouldn’t give it to you easily unless he heard it from you.

He wants to hear you. He wants you to give yourself to him and then he could do the same. But you’re stubborn and you’re conflicted still. He was only waiting for you.

“Doyoung what are you doing?” You flinch in panic when he came forward to close the gap between your faces.

He stares into your beautiful siren-like eyes that he swore were magically making him feel all sorts of emotions from you. “I want to look at your face.”

It was such a normal sentence that made you feel so many abnormal things deep inside your stomach. Your throat swallows harshly as he could see your neck move with each saliva you took back.

His eyes move up to your face again. “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

Your hands wrap round his neck like a collar wanting to bring him forward to you. You ache out speaking so desperately as you close your eyes. “Yes so bad, Doyoung, so bad it hurts.”

He’s making you want to kiss him there and then but he was only waiting for your green light and then he could go and go kiss you as hard as you ever wish. He only needs your green light to give him the signal.

And when he did his lips did not waste a single time to take a taste of your cherry red lips feeling so good like he were flying off the ground with you. Matching your slow sensual speed and holding you tighter like he wanted to all this time you were in each others dreams just like this; he loved to see your voice go dimmer and your moans escaping occasionally with it and how badly he loved your lips on his. Doyoung could fall deeper and you fell deeper with him. All your brain thought line a religious mantra was: your lips, your lips on repeat.

In between the kisses you slip in with Doyoung you hear him whisper hovering your mouth. Even then your kisses did not stop like it was impossible to. “Do you want me to become yours, Y/n?” It was a clear answer as you achingly add. “Yes Doyoung. I don’t care what anyone says about us.” Pulling him into a passionate celebratory kiss.

It all took one KISS for you and Doyoung to release your feelings into the wide open reality. Like a forbidden spell taking over you.

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