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2018shawn · 4 years

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the anatomy of you and i | s.m

Hi I was wondering if could do prompt cozy 3 and 12 with Shawn and inexperienced!y/n she’s never shared a bed with a boy before or something only if ur comfortable u don’t have to of course just thought it would be soft and sweet 🙈❤️

cozy prompt 3: “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer”

cozy prompt 12: We could... take a nap together?

a/n: so it came out like college!shawn x college!reader au bc that’s just kinda what flowed so i hope that’s ok and i also really kinda wanna do a part 2 to this because it turned out more of a fic than a blurb lmao 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 also pt 2 i’m sorry the layout of this is gross i’m on my phone and can’t figure out how to do anything ok bye

warnings: just swearing and i think that might be it

the music from the room next to yours was something you imagined only happened in movies. it was loud and bassy and everything you didn’t want on a wednesday evening; you knew part of living in dorms would entail disturbances and inconveniences, but a party? on a wednesday night? you picked up your tote bag full of reading and text books after throwing your trusty vans jumper over your head, all ready and prepared to head down to the 24/7 library on campus.

if you thought the music was loud in your room, you could think again, because in the hallway, not only could you hear the echos from the speakers, you could hear the shrill screams and yells from the party goers. the further away you got from your neighbouring apartment, the (thankfully) quieter it got and your short trip to the library was soon complete, the dull street lamps and soft breeze in the trees accompanying you along the way.

just as you thought, the library was empty, nothing but the sound of the door clicking shut behind you filling the room. a relieved sigh left your lips as you tugged your bag close to your body, as if the room was full of robbers who were about to mug you for your oh so precious books. opting for a more relaxed approach, seeing as it was 10.45pm, you headed to the sofa area, half thinking it would be a great place to take a nap.

instead, the anatomy of the heart was more important and your assignment was due in within a matter of days. you grabbed one handle of your bag, stretching it away from your body so you could pull out your book of choice before coming around to the front of the sofas so you could finally relax and take your time and- oh. you weren’t the only one here.

even though he was sprawled across the sofa, you could tell he was tall, really tall. the cap, embroidered with the college logo, covered his hair, but from the few stray strands, you could see wild, chocolatly curls falling loose. his eyes were shut, almost peacefully, arms crossed across his chest and very, very quietly, you could hear the soft sound of music coming from his headphones. his eyes flickered open, feeling a presence above him, and he laughed at you when you freaked out, realising you were staring at him. creepy or not, he thought you were cute; the way your finger twirled the front sections of your hair, the way your hip popped to the side as you watched over his resting frame, the way your eyes pulled into a squint as if it was the most bizzare thing to see another person in the library. the very public library.

you muttered a very embarrassed i’m sorry, before turning to walk away from the chilled area of the building. he pulled out his headphones, the sound of the 1975 becoming much more prominent, and propped himself up on his forearms. “hey, no...” he spoke, “come sit.”

scoffing, you rolled your eyes as you thought to yourself, as if you was going to let a random (but incredibly handsome) boy tell you what to do. as if you was going to actually listen and do as he said. as if- who are we kidding; your feet brought you back to the sofas, perching awkwardly on the end of the seat opposite his. he smiled, not smugly, not suggestively, not even cockily, but just a pure, genuine smile. “sorry i didn’t realise people actually like...”

“used the library?” you raised an eyebrow and he threw his head back in laughter, forearms still supporting his body which only made his t shirt strain against his chest. you recognised him from around campus, and you thought he was one of the music kids, one of the ones that did open mic nights and played guitar on the beach until 1am, but from the judgment of his toned physice, you thought maybe he played a spot of sport on the side, just for fun. not like the serious jocks who lived, breathed and worshiped football. he was definitely friends with your roommates boyfriend too, or friends with one of his friends, or- something like that, there’s a lot of people at college.

“yeah, well, no. but at this hour? why don’t you just read in bed?”

you sank back into the cushions, bringing up your legs and crossing them infront of you, looking like a little buddha wearing a vans hoodie and comfy leggings. “why don’t you just lay down in bed?”

this time, when he smiled, he smirked. “touché.”

he popped his headphone back in his ear, and the music died down again as he let his head fall back to the sofa, eyes closing shut. you wondered what had happened to bring him here, why the somewhat popular boy was cooped up in the library at this hour with clearly no intent of using the facilities. he thought the same about you. you felt awkward at first, pulling out your reading and note books, turning to the pages you had marked and setting them down around you. unbeknown to you, he cocked his head to the side slightly, eyes opening into thin slits as he watched you. he’d seen you around, even told one of your friends that he thought you were cute, but you were from different stretches of the college and really, he was nothing but the friend of a friend of a friend of a friend. he wanted to tuck the fallen piece of hair behind your ear and help you lean onto him as he noticed how you struggled to manage holding two books at once and tell you not to grind your pen in between your teeth as you thought about your work and- “can i help you?”

busted.

“sorry, i just... what you reading?” he asked, even though he could quite clearly see the front cover of the book, which read a bold title of the essentials of human anatomy and physiology. and even though you held the front cover up further, showing him more of what he could already see, you confirmed it with words.

“i got an assignment on the heart, so, yeah...” you shrugged, peeling off a post it note marker and sticking it to a relevant paragraph in the book.

“can i see?” he didn’t know why he was asking, he just knew he wanted to be closer to you. he genuinely was interested in what you were learning, and although you’d only spoken a handful of words to each other, he thought the way you spoke and tone of voice was the nicest he’d ever heard. nicer than any voices he’d heard during his classes and he studies with people who sing all day. he pushed himself up, body resting into the corner of the sofa, leaving an empty space on the pad next to him. you took that as an invitiation, not entirely sure where your sudden confidence and welcoming of strangers had come from. “what are you studying?”

“human evolutionary biology and biological science.” it rolled from off your tongue like you said it every living minute as you rested down on the sofa next to him. “you?” even though you were 95% sure you already knew, you didn’t want to let on.

his answer was much simpler, and in all honesty, he felt like a fool. “music.”

“that sounds fun.” you nodded with a smile. he reached over for your book, fingers running down the edges as he looked over the words which looked like a completely different language. your body was tense, and the closer he got, the more you could feel your heart beating, which just felt highly ironic.

“these words...” he laughed, mentally kicking himself for sounding like a dumbass who literally just knew how to strum a few chords. “chor... da? tend.. in.. ee?” you giggled innocently at his attempt, but he found it in no was patronising or belittling. in fact, he thought it was cute.

“chordae tendineae.” you confirmed, looking up and directly into his eyes for the first time. you were instantly lost in the hazel pools that looks slightly lighter when certain flashes of light fell across his skin. “heart strings, to you and i.”

you went on to explain that heart strings were in fact not just an expression that people used when they felt some sort of emotion, that you could actually physically hold a heart by their - chordae tendineae - strings and they wouldn’t break because they’re so tough. you told him it would take a lot of strength and pain to actually break one. he admired how passionate you were about the subject, reeling off facts as if you could tell them in your sleep. “sorry, i get carried away.”

your cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink and you did that hair, twirly thing you did when you felt nervous. “don’t apologise, it’s nice.” he restored your faith that not all pretty boys were assholes, and maybe it was just your poor judgment in the past that had led you to ever think that. as you stared down at your book, he stared at you, wondering if he was being overly friendly or super creepy or just a total inconvenience to your evening. you thought he was neither of those, but simply a nice addition.

“so, what brings you here at...” you looked at your watch for time reference, eyes widening as you realised you been sat boring him for the past 20 minutes... about heart strings. “11.30 on a wednesday night.”

he shrugged, leaning back and falling into the cushions, hoping a more relaxed body language would help you to relax a little more too. he could tell you were just perched on the edge of the sofa for fear of touching him. “sick of my room mate fucking his girlfriend like a porn star, dont know how he’s got it in him.” your lips formed an open ‘o’ shape, not expecting the sudden change in tone or language. “told him i was going out, he said he’ll be done by 11.30.”

“and they said chivalry is dead.” you dryly commented, only to make his eyes crinkle up as he laughed. “do you have a rota for that kinda thing or is it just a come and go as you please kinda rotation?”

“well, my rota’s severely empty.” you were shocked, and thought maybe he was just saying it because he might be a total fuck boy. you could imagine he had girls falling at his feet, and you wouldn’t blame them, because those eyes. “what about you?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him and tilted your head. “no... i mean... the why are you here part... not the sex rota part...” he pulled his cap further over his forehead, wanting to bury himself in a pit of embarrassment. if you didn’t think he was a creep before, you most probably did now, he was sure of that.

to say you were, inexperienced, would be total honesty. you’d slept with one guy and one guy only, and he was someone who thought having sex on the foot of the bed was adventurous, and you vowed never to distract yourself from your studies with boys who would waste your time. it was also just a couple of hook ups, nothing serious, in fact, you’d never even shared a bed with him overnight- and you laughed at yourself for ever being the naive girl that thought he wasn’t just using you to get laid. “there’s a party next door, they usually go on until the early hours, so whether i’m here or there, i still get no sleep.” you confirmed, and he nodded, half wishing you were going to tell him your rota was also empty. not because he wanted to pounce on you and take advantage, but because the hopeless romantic inside of him thought maybe there’d be a pathway to something special. “also, it’s 11.30, so your probably safe to head back.”

he thought maybe he was an inconvenience to your evening, that you said that because you wanted him to leave you in peace so you could crack on with what you’d set out to do. shoot your shot, shawn, he thought to himself, pulling his bottom lip inbetween his teeth and you had to force your eyes away from him because you suddenly felt all warm and bothered. “you wanna come?”

“huh?” your head snapped up, book also falling from your grip and you fumbled to stop it from landing on the floor. it was an expensive book, and you weren’t about to let some cute ass boy ruin your pages.

“not like... i mean... if you want somewhere to stay. i can take the sofa.” in the 8 months you’d been at this college, not one boy had offered you an invitation back to his dorm. mainly because you hid from any form of human contact and spent most of your time cooped up in your own room with no intention of leaving.

something in you switched, when you looked back to him to see he’d taken his cap and flipped it backwards, the peak of the hat now dipping behind the back of his neck. more light hit his features, and you felt like jelly, realising just how incredibly perfect he was. even the little scar on his cheek was kissable and you don’t know where this new confident you had appeared from this evening. you leant closer, placing your book down - carefully, of course - on the sofa, letting your hands rest on his thighs and you thought you felt him tense up, but you were probably just imagining it. “only if we can stop for hot chocolate.”

“i think we have some.”

“whipped cream?”

“is that for the hot chocolate or for me?”

although he was joking, he didn’t know if what he had said had sent a wrong message, because on the walk back to his dorm, you went back to being your quiet little self, answering questions briefly and turning the questions around onto him more often than not.

you didn’t think he had sent a wrong message, but you were well and truely helpless at flirting and maybe he wasn’t even flirting with you and you was completely overthinking it, but nevertheless, it made your stomach tighten and breaths deepen. whether it was an accident or not, your hands brushed against each other’s several times on the walk back, and it was one of those cliche, awkward moments where you both look at each other and laugh awkwardly like little kids. both of you also introduced yourself, coming to the realisation that no names had been exchanged but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t already know yours because he definitely searched for you came across you on facebook. “are you sure you’re okay? i can stay with you in the library if you prefer?” he asked, although you were both nearly at his door.

“you think i’m walking all the way back over there? nuh-uh, plus, you promised hot chocolate.” he smiled and nodded, “unless... you don’t want me, and then i totally can leave you alone.”

“no i do want you.” he spoke so quick he thought he must’ve sounded so desperate. “do want you to be here, i mean, like, if you’re cool.”

you nodded, feeling somewhat... wanted? by a cute boy? who treat you like a lady and offered you his jacket even though you had your own? who literally peeled your bag from your shoulder, just so he could carry it for you? and made you walk the side of the sidewalk furthest away from the road? and took a genuine instrest in what you said?

you’d be damned if you didn’t wake up and it was all a dream. this was by far the most college-ey thing you’d ever done; meeting a random guy in a random location and deciding to risk your life by going back to his place. maybe risking your life was a bit dramatic but we’ve all seen what happens in horror movies.

when you both reached his door, he unlocked it with the key and swung it open, holding out his arm as invitation for you to go first. of course, you thought, just be even more of a gent. inside the room, it was very similar layout to yours - you walked straight into the living/kitchen area and three doors were spread across the two back walls, one of which you guessed to be the bathroom and the other two to be bedrooms. the room was dull, the television being the only thing to illuminate the area and shawn sighed with relief when he saw his roommate and his girlfriend chilled on the sofa. “well, looks like we’re safe from the porn.” he whispered to you, throwing his keys on the table next to the door.

when his roommate’s girlfriend heard shawn speaking, she shot up and peered over the back of the sofa. her eyes flickered between you and shawn, before she poked at her boyfriends arm to get his attention. “brian...” he ignored her at first, popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth. “brian. shawn has a girl here.”

“girl can hear you. and so can shawn.” shawn said, rolling his eyes as brian also shot up, smirking as the four of you all entered a staring competition.

was it such a big thing he had a girl here? because you didn’t think it would be so much of a huge deal. have you seen him? perfect college boy with incredible muscles (from what you’d seen in your imaginatation), and here you were, stunning the members of the household into silence. “hi, uh, i’m y/n?” you almost sounded like you were questioning yourself, unsure whether you were meant to say anything or not.

the girl got up from the sofa, offering you some popcorn as a peace offering before she finally spoke to you, instead of about you. “so sorry, shawn just, never brings girls here because - ow!” shawn lightly jabbed her on the arm, taking the full bag of popcorn for himself and grabbing a handful. “it’s nice to meet you, i’m winnie. and brian...” she pointed at the boy still sat on the sofa who was too busy sending brain signals and eye expressions, about the random girl in their apartment, to shawn to notice he was being introduced. “brian was actually just talking about getting a mcdonald’s so, we can go do that and you can do... your thing.”

“nothing like that,” shawn was quick to jump in and although you weren’t necessarily here for a quick fuck or a one night stand, you felt slightly disappointed.

“oh? okay, well, let us know.” she smiled and snatched her popcorn back from shawn. “i know shawn doesn’t take long.” she laughed, clearly joking about the situation which only made shawn feel like he was dealing with bringing a girl home to his parents for the first time. before thinking about it, shawn grabbed your hand and dragged you towards one of the back rooms, presumably his bedroom.

you figured it must be when the door opened and you saw three guitars perched against the wall, an unmade bed, a laptop open on the desk and a bunch of photos on the wall of him with numerous other people. “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be back in a second.” he smiled and vanished back out of the room.

taking the time to be a bit nosy, you let’s yourself study the photos on the wall. a shorter, younger girl appeared in a fair few, along with two older adults who would appear to be his family and it made you smile at the fact he wasn’t afraid to have them on display. you felt a light twinge in your heart as you looked at a picture in which a girl was kissing his cheek, even though you had no right to feel any form of jealousy. moving on, you found the notebooks on his desk that was already opened up on a page which sent your notebook organisation through the roof. the page was full of messy scribbles, more than half of the words had been crossed out aggressively and replaced with new words. it was quiet, only the sound of quiet mutters could be heard from the other side of the door and you tried you’re best to listen in to what they were saying.

dude, she’s hot

you’ve never made any other chick hot chocolate

go back in that room and get some

at least try

you tried to look like you weren’t eavesdropping when he came back into the room, holding two mugs of hot chocolate, and just as you’d requested, with whipped cream. shawn thanked brian and winnie and their weird ass sex kinks for that. “thank you.” you smiled, taking it from him and wrapping your small hands around the mug to be met with warmth.

“i’m, uh, sorry about them..” he said, setting his own drink down on the bedside table.

“don’t be. they seem nice.”

“so, if you wanna go to sleep i can leave you be and like i said, i can take the couch and you can have the bed.”

“we could both have the bed?” you’d said, before even having time to think about letting the words fall from your mouth. his eyes almost looked like they’d lit up and you blew into your hot chocolate just so you had something to do instead of awkwardly staring back at him. “if you want, i mean, i can go home, i’m sure the party will die down soon.”

“stop doing that.” he rolled his eyes, leaning back against his headboard as you sat cross legged at the edge of his bed, surrounded by the navy duvet.

“doing what?”

“doubting yourself.”

“well i’m good at it.” he laughed at you, reaching his hands out and taking your hot chocolate mug from your grasp.

“i wanna know more about that heart shit.” he admitted, missing how you passionately spoke about something you were so interested in.

“heart shit... you mean the thing that keeps you alive? maybe tomorrow, i’m all organed out.” he looked a little disappointed and you thought maybe he was thinking you’re suggesting you don’t wanna stay up with him. he was wrong. “although, modern family is back on netflix now and that is something i will never turn down.”

he grabbed his laptop from his desk, setting it next to you at the edge of the bed. you adjusted yourself, moving more to the middle of the mattress, therefore, slightly closer to shawn. you could smell his cologne, just like you could when you sat close to him in the library.

smiling at how you twirled your hair, bit your lip when you concentrated on what people were saying, covered your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater when you started to yawn, he thought; it was weird, how he just had this feeling that he wanted to spend countless nights with you, learning about whatever organ you needed to. and you thought too; how you felt more comfortable around him than any other person you’d met at college thus far.

still sat upright, cross legged in the middle of his bed, your back started to ache and legs started to feel numb as the second episode started. you stretched out as much as you could before looking behind you and eyeing up the empty space next to shawn. “i was wondering how long before you couldn’t sit like a buddha anymore.” he laughed, speaking over the familiar theme tune coming from the laptop. “please get comfy, you look in pain.”

“i am not in pain, i am simply just... respecting personal space.” in all honesty, you couldn’t remember the last time you cuddled up to a boy. the last guy used to literally leave as soon as he’d done what he needed to do, leaving you empty and alone every night. “and you might not want me, all up in your space.”

“oh my god, just stop!” he laughed, despite his demanding tone.

“stop what?!”

“doubting yourself... again!”

you huffed, uncrossing your legs and crawling up to where shawn was sat. he smirked as you got closer, settling down next to him, your back also against the headboard. your legs were outstretched, finally free from their crossed positioning, and your hands fell to your lap. another ten minutes of the episode went by when you get yourself getting tireder, head leaning to one side a little more.

shawn noticed how your body was a little more relaxed, less rigid than when you first joined him at the head of the bed. risking his move, he stretched his arm behind you, draping it over your shoulder which caused any relaxed part of your body to stiffen back up. “don’t be nervous, you can come closer.”

you looked up to him, shooting him a warm smile. it didn’t take long for your body to relax again, and it actually felt nice how natural it felt to be curled into his body. his fingers traced patterns on your shoulder as your head moved in time with his chest, a loud yawn escaping your mouth. “tired?”

“mhmm,” you answered, evidently too tired to even speak an official word.

“we could... take a nap together?” he stuttered.

“a nap? shawn it’s like 12.30am, we need a full ass sleep.” you giggled, leaning up off him to pull your sweater over your head.

“then a full ass sleep we shall have.” he sorted the set up out, turning off the laptop and placing it back on the desk. he took out a t shirt and shorts from his drawers, putting them on the edge of the bed before retrieving and additional pair of shorts. he told you he was going to change in the bathroom, and to put his clothes on, only if you wanted, before disappearing out. you took advantage of the empty room, immediately peeling off your own clothes and replacing them with his. they smelt like him, like citrus and cassis and as you climbed back into the bed, where you were previously sat, a light tap on the door sounded.

“yup,” you said, popping the last letter as he shot his head around the door, smiling when he saw you’d taken up his offer of borrowing his clothes. he says borrow, but he’d be more than happy for you to keep them, because you looked a hell of a lot better in them than he did.

he’d lost his t shirt, not that you were going to complain - and yes, he did have muscles exactly how you’d imagined him to - and the sweat shorts he’d changed into hung low from his hips and you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen a sight like it. shawn wasn’t the type of boy to feel embarrassed or nervous; hell, he’d managed to shit talk his way into getting you to come back to his dorm, just in a bid to keep hold of your company because he’s never felt a feeling like it. shawn’s clothes were the first you’d ever borrowed from a guy, never having the experience of the morning after or spending a long night with someone you really like, staying up all night and talking about nothing in particular. it was also a first that you’d let yourself be conned into coming back to a guys dorm.

“you sure you don’t want me to take the sofa?” he asked as he stood at the side of his bed, unintentionally towering over you, almost making you feel as big as ladybug.

“stop doing that.” you raised your eyebrows, pushing back the duvet so there was an empty space next to you.

his face showed pure confusion, having no idea what he’d done. “doing what?”

“doubting yourself.” you mocked his voice the best you could, dropping a few pitches and moving your head theatrically.

he rolled his eyes, plopping down into the empty space next to you, and although his clothes smelt like him on your body, he could still smell the orchid and vanilla scent that covered your skin. “i don’t sound like that.”

rolling onto his side, he turned to face you, slightly closer for comfort than he would normally like to be, but with you, he didn’t think he was close enough. you were on your back, eyes tracing the outline of the shadows on the ceiling that crept through from the blinds. “you kinda do.”

“oh... as opposed to, the deoxygenated blood travels into the left ventricle-” he’d put on his best higher pitched voice.

“right atrium.”

“-and opens those little valvey things-”

“just valves is fine.” you rolled onto your side to face him, but he was too busy mocking you to notice.

“-which make your heart do the ba-dum thing that i’ve been able to feel in my fucking throat all night-”

“you mean the heartbeat?”

“-all because you’ve been pulling on my chordane tendineae because you’re just too fucking amazing.” you swolled hard, and suddenly it was you who could feel the ba-dum thing in your throat. he was just looking at you, now aware you were face to face with him, only inches apart in his queen sized bed. he had just tried to twist your words in a confession of admiration, but couldn’t help but think he’d just sounded dumb instead. “no smart ass comment?”

normally you’d be offended at someone calling your comments smart ass, because they were in fact just the truth, but you knew shawn was messing, although, maybe not about the heartbeat part. you’d found yourself being drawn in, faces getting closer together with each breath, so much so you almost didn’t notice how his hand was stroking over the skin of your hip. he was searching your face for an invitation, he wanted to kiss you so bad, but at the same time, didn’t want to scare you off. the air was thick, and you were sure you could hear your heartbeat, but shawn was convinced it was his. his breath fanned against your lips, creating a cool minty sensation, and as your eyashes fluttered, your eyes looked straight into his. “kiss me.”

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taelme · 5 years

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Don’t Need Your Love Club - Recruiting Now! (Welcome, Na Jaemin!)

genre: high school!au, community service club president!jaemin (LMAO) (fluff, mild angst w a happy ending!!)

pairing/s: Jaemin / Reader (ft majority of nct dream, nct Doyoung, Astro Sanha and Stray Kids Seungmin and Hyunjin!)

word count: 16k+

tw: none! mild tension between Jaemin and his parents

a/n: happy valentines day~~~ happy Jaehyun day~~~~ ❤️❤️❤️❤️ hope you enjoy this! Donghyuck’s chapter will be coming soon so please look forward to it!

"Y/N," your friend called over her shoulder, "what do you think? Chocolates or balloons?" she asked you.

“Huh?”

Your lips parted in confusion, though you realised what she said quickly, shrugging in response to her question.

“I don’t know,” you hummed.

You glanced at the display of items nearest to you, eyeing the pretty roses laid out on the table.

"I like the flowers," you offered, a hint of teasing in your tone, knowing very well her boyfriend didn’t like flowers.

You heard your friend tut her tongue at you. "For my boyfriend, not you," she told you, making you giggle, making you shoot her a patronising look, dodging when she tried to swat at your shoulder.

“I don’t know why he doesn’t like flowers, he’s pretty convinced they attract bees no matter how much I try to convince him,” she elaborated, making you wince.

“I hate bees, though. I get what he means,” you pulled your lips into a frown, almost eliciting a giggle from Jaemin, who had to turn his head away and cover his mouth in an attempt to stifle his endearment.

“Just—” She groaned. “—help me pick between the chocolates or balloons,” your friend shook her head, directing your attention back to the topic at hand.

You hummed in thought, oblivious to the way Jaemin was listening in on your conversation as he pretended to arrange the chocolate boxes next to the roses, catching your attention.

"Chocolates," you muttered, letting your gaze wander down the set-up of the booth, noticing the pretty posters and banners they'd pasted up.

"Wow, whoever designed the banners this year should get a pay raise..." you commented, inspecting the banner but feeling like there was something off with the spelling.

"Right? I thought so too,” your friend murmured, though you didn't know whether she was referring to the chocolates or the banners. Turning to Jaemin, she gestured towards the boxes of chocolates.

"Can I get one box of that, please?"

You looked up at who she was talking to, recognizing him to be Na Jaemin, your senior who you'd first seen during the club fair in your school, looking away immediately because you weren't used to seeing him so up-close, not realizing what a nice smile he had until now.

Noticing your distress, your friend eyed you suspiciously, deciding she would put her suspicions to the test.

"Are you getting anything for anyone?" she turned to you, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she had successfully directed Jaemin's attention towards you, making you shake your head vigorously.

"Nope," you replied, shifting your weight on your feet, “don’t give me that look...it’s just that, you know, my Valentine's day this year's looking pretty.....uneventful," you huffed with a nervous laugh, making Jaemin frown.

Though he was well aware that the custom he was used to was that Valentine's day was for girls to give guys gifts, he figured a little 'chivalry' as Jaemin liked to put it, may just be the right thing for this situation. Before he lost the sudden surge of confidence, Jaemin recalled what you'd mentioned about liking the flowers.

Packing the box of chocolates into a bag for your friend, Jaemin swiftly handed her the bag along with her change, and you were about to leave when you saw a flash of red almost being shoved against your face.

"Here," you heard his voice.

You leant back, staring at the rose in front of you in surprise, your gaze flickering between the rose and Jaemin who was holding it out for you.

“From me. Happy Valentine's day." Jaemin tilted his head at you ever so slightly, giving you a small close-lipped smile.

You weren't sure whether your mind was registering your movements when you took the flower from him gently, a short silence falling between the both of you (well, and your friend too).

Jaemin opened his mouth to speak again, “What's your na—”

"Y/N!" your head snapped around when you heard the unmistakeable voice of that menace sound in the school's foyer, Jaemin’s question going unnoticed.

"Your 'church brother' is here..." your friend trailed off and you felt a weight on your shoulder, turning to spot Donghyuck next to you, hand pressing down on your shoulder harshly.

Jaemin's eyes widened at the sight of his friend, narrowing his eyes at Donghyuck, "Yo...Lee Donghyuck," he called in a slightly louder voice, making Donghyuck's head snap around to face him quickly.

"Ohh! Right, I forgot you’d be here. You two haven't been introduced yet, right?" Donghyuck gestured between you and Jaemin, earning a shake of the head from Jaemin.

"Well I was about to before you came out of nowhere," Jaemin muttered bitterly, going ignored by Donghyuck, who fiddled with his tie with one hand, gesturing back to you with his other hand.

"Jaemin, this is Y/N, a family friend of mine. Y/N, this is Jaemin." Donghyuck let go of his tie quickly, bringing his hands to yours and Jaemin's wrists, forcefully pulling your hands closer.

"C'mon. Shake hands, make friends," he told the both of you in a tone that fearfully resembled the way he spoke to his pet turtles (whether they were still alive or not, Jaemin was scared to find out).

You hesitated only momentarily, but tensed when you felt Jaemin close the gap and grasp your hand in his, dismissing all those knowledge from etiquette classes and his parents on a firm handshake, choosing to simply squeeze your hand reassuringly before letting go.

Donghyuck, looking satisfied, had let his gaze fall on the rose in your hands, a confused sound falling from his lips.

"Who'd you get this for?" he frowned, and you'd looked at Jaemin in panic, unsure whether you should tell Donghyuck you weren't getting it for anyone.

Looking at Donghyuck with wide eyes, you pointed a finger at Jaemin, making Donghyuck mirror your expression.

"You got it for him?!"

Donghyuck's tone rose, unmistakably about to kick up a fuss since he knew Jaemin’s horrible track record when it came to professions of love from girls in school, but Jaemin intervened before he could do so.

"I gave it to her," Jaemin blurted, looking elsewhere once Donghyuck had directed his wide eyes towards Jaemin.

Narrowing his eyes at the both of them, a realization struck Donghyuck, making him nod slowly, casting a knowing look at your friend.

"Oh....interesting....I'll uh....good for you, bro” Donghyuck shrugged, pulling your friend aside under the pretence of heading to class first so you and Jaemin would be able to have some time alone together.

You glanced nervously between Jaemin and the other members at the booth, seeing him smooth down the sides of his hair, shaking his head to adjust his hair, his slightly curly hair bouncing with the movement.

"So uh....you're a first year, right?" you heard Jaemin clear his throat, his voice coming out a lot more confidently than you'd expected.

Not trusting the pitch of your voice, you nodded in response, seeing his lips curve into a smile, showing off his (very straight) teeth, his head tilting slightly as he looked at you curiously.

"That's cool," he smiled, the conversation falling silent between the both of you before Jaemin spoke up again, wanting to continue your conversation in the hopes of finding out more about you, "are you in any clubs?"

You shook your head, "I put my name down for a few but they're mostly event-based ‘cause I was scared I wouldn't be able to like...cope and stuff," you explained, twirling your rose between your fingers.

"Ahhh...I get it," he hummed, sounding fairly empathetic, though he knew his choices were rather different, seeing as he was used to biting off more than he could chew when it came to commitments.

Jaemin's gaze flickered to your hands, and you wondered why he was glaring so intently at your rose, almost jumping in shock when he'd held a hand out.

"Sorry, can you hand me the rose for a minute?"

You frowned, your panic making you react with a joke.

"You're taking it back?" you asked, handing him the rose anyway.

Jaemin simply gave you a soft smile, shaking his head and turning away from you. You watched as he picked up a pair of cutters, clipping off a thorn on the stem that you were surprised you hadn't cut yourself with from how much you were twirling it.

"There, all better," he smiled, handing the rose back to you.

"Oh.....thanks," you felt your cheeks heat up, "I better uh...head back to class and shit—I mean. Yes. Bye," you waved quickly, not waiting for him to respond before you walked off.

===

That same day, Jaemin had met Jeno on his way back from school, said boy looking very tired after playing for ungodly hours at the computer cafe.

"Do you have dinner at home?" Jeno asked Jaemin, nudging the frame of his glasses up his nose bridge, shaking his head slightly to get his hair away from his eyes.

Jaemin shot Jeno a knowing look, narrowing his eyes at Jeno, “you told your mom you were staying over today again, didn't you?"

Jeno scoffed, “I didn’t—” Jeno sucked in a breath, “okay, maybe I did, but hey, are you trying to fault me for wanting to spend time with you?” Jeno raised his eyebrows, challenging Jaemin.

Jeno relaxed when he saw the way Jaemin broke into a grin, shaking his head good-naturedly at his friend.

“It’s fine, my mom’s been asking me to invite you for dinner anyway,” Jaemin sighed, tucking his thumbs behind the straps of his bag, looking up and letting out another sigh when he saw the way the sun was setting, the sky beginning to get darker.

Jaemin directed his gaze away from the sky, glancing at Jeno.

“So, we haven’t had a good time to chat in a while,” he began.

Jeno snickered at the unnatural wording Jaemin used, making Jaemin tut his tongue in annoyance at Jeno.

“As I was saying, how have things been for you?”

Jeno’s lips pursed, looking as though he were contemplating as he spun his phone in his hand like it was a fidget spinner, letting out a small sigh and shrugging, “I don’t know, I guess I met this girl at the computer cafe the other day when Chenle bailed on me,” he started, ignoring the smirk that Jaemin was giving him.

“You ‘guess’ you met her?” Jaemin laughed, raising his hands in defence when Jeno gave him an exaggerated glare, “okay, sorry. Please, continue.”

“At first I was just looking to kill boredom so I just invited her to play a game of battleground with me since she looked pretty bored too, but then after that she just- okay. Long story short, she played a lot better than I thought she would.”

Jaemin’s eyebrows raised, pressing his lips together in a poor attempt to conceal his amusement, “mmhmm,” Jaemin prompted Jeno to continue.

“‘Mmhmm’ what? That’s it, that’s all that happened,” Jeno responded defensively, making Jaemin roll his eyes.

“You wouldn’t be telling me about her if you didn’t have more to say, Jeno. You can’t fool me, idiot.”

Jeno inhaled, letting out a tired sigh, eyes lighting up when he saw Jaemin’s house in sight, “I can’t wait to eat your mom’s food again,” Jeno frowned, rubbing his stomach.

“Don’t dodge the question. Spill,” Jaemin’s tone was firm, making Jeno slump his shoulders in resignation.

“I don’t know, I guess it bothered me? That I just kept thinking about her? Like, I wanted to know more about her, you know what I mean?” Jeno looked at Jaemin for affirmation.

Jaemin’s eyebrows raised, a thoughtful pout on his lips. His lips soon curving into a knowing smirk.

“So you were attracted to her, basically,” he commented dryly, making Jeno tut his tongue at him.

“You make me sound so stupid,” Jeno sighed, their pace quickening as they walked down Jaemin’s driveway, Jaemin already fishing out his keys from his bag to unlock the door.

“Am I wrong?” Jaemin scrunched his nose up in amusement, a groan of pain leaving his lips when Jeno smacked him across the arm. “Is she from our school?”

Jeno hummed in affirmation. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen her before. She’s friends with Yoon Sanha and Seungmin.”

“Oh, Seungmin’s friend! Yeah, I think I know who you’re talking about,” Jaemin nodded, recalling seeing Seungmin with this said girl-space-friend before in school.

Opening the door (with his good arm), Jaemin caught a whiff of his mom’s cooking when he stepped into the threshold.

“Jaemin, honey, you’re back? Come, let’s eat,” he heard his mother call.

“Hi, Aunty!” Jeno called out loudly, tossing his bag aside next to the sofa and entering the kitchen, sounds of Jaemin’s mother cooing over Jeno echoing to where Jaemin stood in the living room, taking his time to put down his things.

Checking his phone for notifications, he let his bag drop off his shoulder as he scanned through the messages from the teacher in charge of the Community Service Club and the group chat, talking about upcoming preparations or proposals they were waiting for Jaemin to send to them.

“Home from school so early?” Jaemin heard his dad’s voice.

“Huh?” Looking up from his phone, Jaemin made eye contact with his father who was standing near the entrance of the kitchen, waving Jaemin over.

“Put your bag down, let’s eat,” he told Jaemin, who obediently did so, following wordlessly behind his dad into the kitchen. He wasn’t surprised to see that Jeno was already seated opposite his mother.

“How’s school, baby?” His mother asked, “Jeno told me your overseas trip is coming soon.”

Nodding in response, Jaemin swallowed his mouthful of food.

“Yeah,” he answered, hearing his dad chime in with a sound of approval.

“You’re signing up, right? I’m sure you don’t need me to remind you that you need all those specs to look good on your school applications,” he said matter-of-factly.

Jeno scrunched his nose up in distaste, bowing his head in the hopes that Jaemin’s father wouldn’t notice his dissatisfaction with where the conversation seemed to be heading.

“Is it really a must for you to go?” Jaemin’s mother cut in, making him raise his eyebrows in question.

“It’s....a volunteer trip......” Jaemin murmured, spooning his last spoonful of food into his mouth, already feeling full.

“Yeah, I know, honey. But why do you want to do all these things, isn’t it tiring? I’m sure if you just donate the money they can get people to do it, right? Why don’t you ask your teacher for other alternatives that won’t be so physically taxing?”

Jaemin’s father shrugged, “True. All these people want is the money at the end of the day.”

Jeno winced, knowing this was a particularly sensitive topic for Jaemin, looking at his friend furtively to gauge his reaction, a wave of concern washing over him when he saw the way Jaemin scoffed slightly, his fists clenching around his cutlery, directing a very harsh stare to the salt and pepper shakers at the centre of the table.

“That’s not true....these people deserve help, and I’d be happy to be the one to help them.” Jaemin muttered, trying to calm himself down so as not to act out rudely to his parents (as much as he wasn’t agreeing with what they were saying now).

“Jae, it’s great that you have this perspective of it but...you know it’s just an excuse for your school to show that they care about the community…right?” His father laughed, picking up his glass of wine and bringing it to his lips.

“Is that such a bad thing? That I’m offering help to people that need it more than me?” Jaemin tilted his head, letting go of his cutlery, a soft thud sounding from the metal hitting the placemat. Jeno watched with wide eyes as Jaemin’s mother picked up the rest of the meat on the serving plate, placing it on Jaemin’s plate.

“Here, eat some more. I don’t want to keep the leftovers.”

Jaemin wanted to tell her off, to ask her to just throw it away like she always does, but in his anger thinking about the wastefulness of the action, he jabbed at the meat with his knife, bringing it to his mouth and eating it despite how full he was, Jeno’s gaze at Jaemin’s plate as pitiful as it could get.

Standing up abruptly, Jaemin spoke over the last bits of food in his mouth, desperate to leave the kitchen, “I’m done with my food. Thank you for the meal,” he murmured, storming off upstairs after grabbing both his and Jeno’s bags from the living room.

Jeno sighed, bowing slightly as he thanked Jaemin’s parents for the meal, walking upstairs after Jaemin, seeing his bedroom door ajar when he reached the top of the stairs. Jeno shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the back of Jaemin’s desk chair, watching as Jaemin rummaged loudly through his cupboard, pulling out the spare set of clothes and underwear Jeno kept here for the days he stayed over.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Jeno heard Jaemin say from behind the door of his closet, soon seeing his head of (very dishevelled) hair when he shut the door, handing Jeno his clothes.

Jeno shook his head, knowing that it was common, it not having been the first time he witnessed- or heard -Jaemin’s parents views on Jaemin’s schooling situation.

“Don’t worry about it, man. Just go take a shower, cool down. We can talk about it later if you want, alright?” Jeno looked at Jaemin whose eyes began to gloss over, and Jeno swore he saw Jaemin’s lips quiver slightly.

Jaemin nodded, thankful that at times like this he still had Jeno to keep him sane. Nodding wordlessly, he left to shower, hoping the time alone would let him calm down like it usually did.

===

You'd failed to spot Jaemin around in school much after Valentine's Day, and even now as you walked into the mass hall for morning flag raising, you couldn't help but search for him among the crowd of 2nd Years, but obviously not finding him.

Taking your seat next to your friend, you went with the normal proceedings, practically ready to leave the hall after the announcements sounded as if they were about to end, until your friend had tapped your thigh rapidly.

"Dude, dude look who's on the stage," she told you hurriedly, excitement laced in her tone.

Frowning, you lifted your head only to see Jaemin standing at the podium. Microphone and cue cards grasped in one hand as the other adjusted his collar.

"Good morning, teachers and students. My name is Na Jaemin, a member of the Community Service club." he began, and you saw powerpoint slides being flashed on the screen hanging next to him.

"I’ll try to keep this short but I'm up here today to talk about the upcoming overseas community service trip that the school will be having." You watched as the screen showed a video titled 'CSP-2018'.

Glancing at the screen, Jaemin smiled, "here's a video to let you know more about the purpose of the trip as well as the types of activities we do on the trip. Since this is a cultural experience trip as well, there will be various activities planned for students to incorporate both work and play in the trip,“ he said, nodding to signal to the people in the control room.

Watching the video, you noticed how Jaemin had gone for the trip last year as well, seeing many shots showing him playing with the children from the orphanage or showing them building a room for the children. A part of you felt strangely touched by the video, appreciating the effort they put into bringing a positive impact to the lives of the people there, making you feel more spurred on to sign-up for the trip.

"Are you gonna go?" your friend nudged you, gesturing to the video.

You nodded, ”I mean...I want to but I gotta know the details first.."

The video had ended, and Jaemin had picked up the mic again, "This year's trip will be at the same location, and the dates of the trip can be found on the screen," he stated, “sign- ups are currently open, and there are about 20 slots that are yet to be filled so we hope you can join us on this trip..."

Nothing but silence could be heard around the hall.

"Oh, and extra-curricular points will be awarded, of course," Jaemin added as an afterthought, only then sparking murmurs and whispers around the hall.

"I'm free on those dates.." you hummed, after mentally going through your schedule, you made a mental note that the trip would be less than 2 weeks from now. "What about you?" you asked your friend.

She shook her head, “I can’t, I’m going overseas with my family during that time, but I mean…there's no harm in you still going. Maybe you can make some friends," she shrugged.

You winced, giving her a hesitant look.

Jaemin unconsciously searched for you in the crowd as he signalled the club members at the back of the hall to give out the details to the teachers.

"If you have any questions, feel free to approach any of the members of the club, including myself," Jaemin almost smiled when he found you in the crowd, squinting at the screen.

Turning your head back to face the front only to make what you thought was eye contact with Jaemin, he spoke, "Thank you for your time today, and I hope to see you there," he smiled, giving a small bow before exiting the stage.

===

"What did you send me? I'm literally sitting next to you," you told Donghyuck as you sat next to him in the church pews.

"Sign-up link," he murmured, and you could just about hear him over the sound of the priest's voice giving announcements.

"Sign-up link for what?" you frowned, genuinely confused at what he was sending you.

"The overseas community service thing," he told you, choosing not to add the part about Jaemin asking him to send it to you.

"I want to go but like...my friend can't make it so if I go there's literally no one I know there!" you shrugged, hoping Donghyuck could sense your stress about having to be in an overseas environment with people you didn't know.

"Who knows? Maybe this'll be a good chance for you to make friends! I know some of them, they're really nice people."

You hummed, "Lemme ask my parents first...when do sign-ups close?"

Donghyuck hummed in thought, "Monday."

"That's tomorrow!"

"Precisely. Which is why you gotta make your mind up soon," he threw his hands up in a shrug, giving you an unapologetic look.

You'd left it at that, and you were glad Donghyuck hadn't mentioned it after that. And a part of you hoped that would be the last time you would have to think about it, since you didn’t think the chance of you going was very high.

But being confronted by Jaemin about it on Monday morning when you were trying to buy your lunch didn’t make your dilemma any more solved. (well, not confronted but it might as well have been to you)

"Are there any more of this one?" you pointed at the empty section of bread, asking the lady operating the shop.

Shaking her head at you with a sad smile, "sorry, sweetie, we're all sold out."

You frowned. “Oh man,” the frown almost audible in your tone.

"Hey, Y/N,” your attention was taken away from choosing what alternative bun to get when you heard someone call your name, turning in the direction of the voice only to see Jaemin standing next to you, wearing the school sweater this time instead of the usual sweater vest.

He already bought his food, the plastic bag hanging from his wrist, but you were still stuck deciding what to get among the selection.

"Oh, hi," you smiled, diverting your attention to the bread before you. "Why d'you look so sad?" He asked you, an amused smile on his face.

"There's no more of the bread I always get," you frowned.

“S’this your lunch?" he pointed at the bread, earning a nod from you. Jaemin had noticed you looking rather sadly at the empty section of bread, glancing in his plastic bag to see that he'd bought the last few for him and the guys in the dnyl club.

"Oh, right, Donghyuck told me you were thinking of signing up for the trip?" you grasped the packaging of the bun you were holding tighter, suddenly feeling like eating more.

Picking up another bun, you glanced again at Jaemin's plastic bag, wondering if he was going to eat all those by himself.

"Did your parents agree to it?" you nodded.

“Yeah, they agreed. It’s just me...I’m just kind of hesitant since I don't really...know anyone in the club?"

Jaemin gave you a hurt expression, "Aren’t we friends?"

You opened and closed your mouth, not being able to defend yourself as he took the buns from your hands, paying for you while you were distracted trying to formulate a reply.

"I mean, yeah, we...are," you gave him a smile, still feeling unbearably shy at the thought of it, feeling him hand the plastic bag with your buns back to you, not noticing that he'd dropped one of his buns into your plastic bag.

"Then you have nothing to worry about! I know all of them, they won't bully you, they're really nice."

"Wait, you-" you glanced at the cashier, back to the bag of buns in your hand, turning back to look at Jaemin in shock, "you shouldn't have.."

Jaemin grinned, shaking his head at you as he led you away from the crowd at the bakery, "you don't have to pay me back. This isn't a bribe, I promise."

"Anyway, I have to go, got a...um...meeting. See you around?" Jaemin wished he hadn’t agreed to Harvey’s idea of joining the ‘don’t need your love club’, since that meeting was the only thing that was currently the only thing standing in between him being able to spend more time with you.

You stared at him blankly, nodding, mentally deciding that you would sign up for the trip.

“Uh-huh....see you around."

When Jaemin returned to the club room, the boys had immediately noticed the giddy smile he had on his face while he distributed their buns to them, Renjun eyeing him suspiciously.

"What's got you looking so stupid?" Renjun spoke up.

Jaemin shook his head dismissively, leaning back in his chair and trying to conceal the smile from his face, never remembering feeling like this in a long while.

"Aren't you eating? Where's your food?" Jeno asked, and Jaemin could practically hear the frown in his voice.

Jaemin let out a loud sigh, “I think I’m already fed enough to last the week.”

“....Do I even wanna ask..?” Donghyuck murmured, chewing on his bread while giving Jaemin a questioning stare.

Jaemin lifted his head, casting Donghyuck a satisfied smile. “I’m so glad you have friends,” Jaemin told him, making Donghyuck scoff, having a feeling he knew what was going on with Jaemin.

“I’d like to solve the puzzle” Donghyuck raised his hand, his tone similar to that of a gameshow contestant, earning an expectant look from Renjun and Jeno.

Staring at them in silence, Jeno nodded slowly, unsure why Donghyuck had kept silent despite the green light.

“Go on??” He prompted again.

“Jaemin has a crush,” Donghyuck’s tone was firm and decisive. This made Jeno and Renjun’s eyes widen.

“Huh? Since when?”

“No way.” The boys chimed in simultaneously.

“Valentine’s Day,” Jaemin sighed when Donghyuck brought up the day.

“I don’t believe in love at first sight, but she was really cute...and all my interactions with her have been pleasant...but that’s it.” Just like that, it was as if Jaemin had snapped out of his giddy daze, brought back to earth by his many responsibilities he should be busy with instead of being lovesick.

Renjun was sceptical, “Then what’s got you looking as though she asked you to marry her?”

“Last I heard, she was considering signing up for the overseas trip,” Jaemin explained, making Jeno nod, a hum of understanding leaving his lips.

“But you don’t actually know if she’s going, do you?” Renjun shot him a look, his question sounding more like a statement, making Donghyuck brush Renjun off.

“Hey, let the boy dream. It’s the first time I’m seeing him actually like someone and it’s a lot more entertaining than I thought it would be,” he snickered, taking another big bite out of his bread as though he were attempting to fit the whole thing in his mouth, his cheeks puffing out from the action.

“When’s the next time you’re gonna see her?” Jeno asked, curious about who you were.

“The pre-departure briefing’s on Wednesday. But that’s if she signs up, of course,” Jaemin gave Donghyuck an pointed look, knowing he’d sent Donghyuck the sign-up link to forward to you.

Donghyuck raised his hands defensively, “I swear I sent it to her.”

Jeno on the other hand simply nodded, figuring he should be supporting Jaemin since it was rare to see Jaemin care about anything other than his oh-so-many responsibilities, and maybe—just maybe, it was a change of scenery that Jaemin needed.

“Keep us updated.”

“Yeah, you better.”

When Wednesday came, Donghyuck assumed you’d shown up to the briefing when he’d received a flood of messages in the chat group.

jaemin 1:55pm- oh my god she’s here she’s actually here for the briefing- 1:55pm - r u guys SEEING these messages- 1:56pm - o I’m stupid I was the one that checked the groupings but I didn’t even realise she was in the same grp as me- 1:56pm - wait she’s in the same grp as me omg- 1:56pm -ok the meeting is starting bye wish me luck-

“Hi guys, so for starters can you take a look at the board and see which groups you belong to, and assemble yourselves accordingly around the room? With group 1 here and group 4 here?” You heard the young teacher instruct, their tone sounding fairly urgent, so you quickly searched for your name among the names on the board, not wanting to end up as the last one standing.

You were quick to spot your name, but you felt a strange wave of relief wash over you when you saw Jaemin’s name under the same group as yours, turning around and spotting him at the side, already sitting with a few other people.

Making your way over to the group, you saw Jaemin look up from the sheets of paper he was analysing, giving you a wave when he saw you. It seemed to you that the people here already knew each other, but only upon reaching your group and sitting down you felt their gaze on you when Jaemin had greeted you.

“So, I see you decided to sign up in the end?” He leaned back, resting his weight on his hands behind him, giving you a smile.

Nodding and reciprocating his smile, you tried to peek at the papers he had arranged neatly in front of him but failed when he'd reached his hand forward to fiddle with the side of the papers, shielding the words from your vision.

"I'm glad," he let out a small content sigh, glancing at the direction of the teacher before nodding, "sorry, I’ll be right back."

You gave him a small smile, eyes widening when you looked back at the rest of the group, realizing they were all looking directly at you.

"What's your name?" one of them spoke up to ask, her tone fairly eager, making you unconsciously try to match her level of energy.

“Y/N,” you replied as cheerfully as you could, scanning the faces in the group and recognizing some of them to be from your cohort.

"Oh, is it the same Y/N?” you saw one of the girls turn to whisper, earning a sharp nudge from whoever was sitting next to them.

"I don't know about you, but I’ve never seen the pres act so comfortably with people other than his group of friends," you heard the girl next to you murmur, making your eyebrows raise.

"Much less a girl," the boy sitting next to her had agreed.

"So.... is it your first time coming for one of our events?" a boy with light brown hair asked you, taking your attention from the girls, eyebrows lifting in question. "I'm Seungmin, by the way."

You nodded, "Yeah, uh... Jaemin was asking if I wanted to go the other day so i figured like... why not, and stuff.." you trailed off, nervous huff of laughter leaving your lips.

"Are you and the pres dating?" a girl that you recognized to be from your class had interrupted, narrowing her eyes at you in disbelief.

"Who? I'm not dating anyone right now," you replied, confused as to why they were accusing you of dating their president, whoever it was.

"But wasn't he the one that gave you the rose on Valentine's day?" the girl sitting next to you had cut in.

"Wait, I always thought he was gay. He’s not gay?” A boy sitting in the other group next to you had turned to join the conversation.

You laughed, more confused than anything, "Oh, that? The rose thing- that was Jaemin."

You saw Seungmin press his lips together in an amused smile, "You don't know who the pres is, do you?"

You were about to defend yourself, pretending as if you knew before giving up, slouching in your seat and shaking your head at Seungmin, seeing him point at the front of the room, and you followed his gaze to where Jaemin was standing, discussing something with the teacher and what you assumed was the travel agent at the front of the room.

"That," Seungmin said, "is our pres."

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape in realization, eyebrows raising in surprise at the unexpected discovery, turning back to Seungmin with a determined expression on your face. "Wait, is he really gay?”

Seungmin scrunched his nose up at the question, shrugging innocently, “It’s kind of unknown...personally, I’ve never thought that way, but he has always seemed pretty uninterested in dating. You’d be surprised at the amount of love confessions he’d refused from just this Valentine’s Day period alone,”

You frowned in confusion, "then why'd he give me the flower?"

"You see that's what all of us are wondering. But from what we know, the pres is a massive flirt," Seungmin divulged, smirk playing at his lips as he watched your eyes widen.

You were about to ask something else when you heard the sound of Jaemin getting everyone's attention.

Introducing the travel agent to the group, Jaemin let him take over and came back to sit with your group, (conveniently) placing himself next to you. As the travel agent briefed you guys about the details of the trip, you noticed how Jaemin was silently double checking whatever he had on his paper with what the agent was showing on the screen, nodding along as he talked.

Halfway through the briefing you heard the travel agent start to wrap up, inviting Jaemin to carry on with the rest of the briefing, seeing the boy next to you make his way over to the front of the room.

“You guys are already split into your assigned groupings, right?" you heard the teacher speak, feeling Seungmin lean over to inform you who the teacher was.

"That's the teacher in charge of the community service club, his name is Doyoung." You made a face of realisation, recalling hearing Donghyuck mention him many times (and the fact that he was a ‘major pain in the ass’) before.

“Basically, now that you know the itinerary, each of your groups will be assigned with an activity that we will be doing during the trip, some will be preparing gifts for the visits and others will be planning things like games or designs for the mural.”

Doyoung had walked over to the centre of the room, directing his instructions to a particular group sitting on his right.

“For the groups in charge of the murals, please come back to me with your designs preferably latest by the day of the flight itself, because we need to confirm it with the orphanage for the approval of the design.”

You frowned, unsure why he was directing such a stern gaze towards the group next to him, only realising afterwards that it was because one of them was very obviously falling asleep right in front of him.

“Jaemin, your group is doing the gifts, right?” Doyoung turned to ask Jaemin, who stood at the front of the room, with his back leaning against the whiteboard, arms crossed in front of his chest as he nodded.

“Alright, then the rest of the session will be for you guys to prepare your activities, group leaders please take charge, check with Jaemin or me if you need any clarification about the visits.”

“How come Jaemin does so much of the planning?” You turned to ask Seungmin, not realising that Jaemin was already making his way back to where your group was.

Seungmin’s gaze darting between yours and Jaemin’s approaching figure, he lowered his voice to a mere murmur, “Honestly, I think it’s just always kind of been like that...our last teacher before Doyoung was crap at organising, so Jaemin just took the lead, but now I guess the habit kind of stuck, so Doyoung just lets him carry on and just oversees it and stuff,” he explained to you, making small gestures as he spoke, turning around to face the circle promptly once Jaemin had returned.

You almost jumped when you felt Seungmin lean over to tell you, “don’t let this scare you but... another factor is because Jaemin has always been pretty strict about the club activities. Not saying that we don’t have fun—we definitely do have fun. But to put it simply....if you’re not really..genuine about it, he can usually tell right off the bat, and he won’t really be silent about it either, so....I would suggest treading a little more carefully around him, especially if you’re just...in it for the points or as a one-time thing.”

You nodded slowly, turning back to see Jaemin looking at you with his eyebrows slightly raised in question, “did you hear what I said, Y/N?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone, not to mention the hint of a smile at his lips.

You opened your mouth to reply, almost nodding, only to remember that in fact you didn’t hear him, deciding on giving him a sheepish smile instead, shaking your head slowly, “uh...sorry, I didn’t um... hear that,” you admitted, seeing him visibly relax, letting out what was a mix of a sigh and an amused huff.

“It’s alright, what I asked was whether you guys had any suggestions for gifts that we could make for the children at the orphanage we’ll be visiting.”

“Should we give them something more educational? You know, since they probably don’t have as many resources as we do,” you heard one girl from the group speak up, earning various nods from the group, including yourself.

Jaemin jut out his lower lip in a pout, nodding, “we could do that, did you have anything specific in mind?” He asked her.

The girl’s eyes widened, shaking her head and shrugging, “I’m not very sure..”

“What about like those stationery sets? We could buy them online and I’m pretty sure it can ship in before the day of the trip,” another girl offered, and you nodded, figuring it was a pretty good idea.

“Hey, Jaemin, do we still have leftover stuff from the bracelets we made for the fundraiser?” Seungmin spoke up from next to you, catching your interest.

“Bracelets?” You turned to him and asked, glancing back at Jaemin when you heard him let out an affirmative hum.

“Yeah, we have a lot left over from the last event we did, I can bring them and we can make some, since the trip is in less than a week,” Jaemin murmured, turning to the rest of the group, “do any of you think you can meet before the trip to make the bracelets? I could pass them to you if you guys are free,” Jaemin suggested.

You’d wanted to mention that you were available, opening your mouth and nodding at Jaemin, but your enthusiasm subsided quickly as you succumbed to the majority when you saw many of them shaking their heads, commenting about how they had yet to pack for the trip.

“Then, it’s alright, then. I don't think I’ll have time to make any beforehand anyway. We can just make them during the trip on one of the nights, after all, the trip isn’t very long.”

===

“You totally missed your chance, dude, you could’ve just asked her to make the bracelets with you, you know?”

Jaemin let out a resigned huff at Jeno’s chiding followed by the sound of the rapid-fire gunshots from Jeno’s game. Shaking his head as he shoved the last of his shirts into his luggage, staring at the bag full of beads and string tucked in his luggage.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, I’m literally flying off in a few hours,” Jaemin shrugged, letting out a grunt as he heaved his luggage from his desk chair to his bed, making Jeno yelp and shift to the left before getting crushed, not without casting a glare in Jaemin’s direction.

“So do you have a plan?” Jeno asked, hissing loudly before setting his phone down next to him, bringing his other hand behind his head to support it as he lay on Jaemin’s bed.

“What plan? Plan for what?” Jaemin frowned, neatly folding his jacket and fitting it nicely into the corner of his suitcase.

Jeno shot him an unamused look, “for Y/N, dude.”

Jaemin’s movements halted for barely a second, shaking his head dismissively.

“There’s no plan. I shouldn’t pursue it,” he said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

“What do you mean you ‘shouldn’t pursue it’? You were the one that gave her that rose on Valentine’s Day and freaked out just because you gave her bread so what are you going on about saying you have no plan?”

Jeno’s tone was exasperated, “rule number one of gaming dude, doesn’t matter if u have a plan or not- just go with your gut. We die like men.”

Rolling his eyes, Jaemin walked into his bathroom, fishing out his toiletries as he replied Jeno, his voice echoing from the bathroom, “this isn't battleground, Jen.”

“Okay, fine, whatever. Game or not, you can’t close this case so quickly. At least try to get to know her first, before you totally write it off.”

Jaemin didn’t reply, letting a pensive silence fall between the two boys as he zipped up his luggage loudly, moving to double check if he had whatever he needed in his carry-on bag, going to the bulleted list in his phone and checking the items off as he went.

Jeno knew why Jaemin was so averse to the idea of pursuing you or even thinking about a relationship with you, the Jaemin that Jeno knew never would have let himself get into a relationship if he knew he wasn’t ready to commit and set aside time to make it work. Jaemin was one of the most romantic people he knew, but refusing a chance at love was just something he’d been forcing himself to do, until now at least. Which was why Jeno was determined (but mostly hopeful) to see this through.

“You know how I feel about these things...” Jaemin’s tone was warning, but it wasn’t like Jeno cared.

“Yes, I do,” Jeno replied confidently, “I’ve known you for like....ever, and don’t fight me when I say this because you know it’s true. But what I know....is that you love love.”

Jaemin opened his mouth to protest, only to close it back shut, his brain going against him by imagining all the possibilities of what kind of person you would be once he got to know you, curiosity getting the better of him, but more-so the hope that the vibe he was getting about you was correct.

Slinging his bag across his chest, he waved Jeno off.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just send me to the airport.”

===

"C'mon, don't look so disappointed, you're making me feel bad that our seats are assigned," Seungmin joked, noticing the way you kept glancing at where Jaemin and Doyoung were sitting on the aeroplane.

You flushed at how you were caught staring, shaking your head hurriedly so Seungmin wouldn't get the wrong idea, "no, no, no! Don't feel bad! You're a great seat buddy!”

Seungmin shot you a look of disbelief, eyebrows raising and lips parting, "wow, your tone was so reassuring," he murmured, shaking his head, "but that doesn't hide the fact that you were staring so spill."

Your eyes widened. "Spill?"

Seungmin nodded, leaning back in his seat, "we've got the whole flight for you to tell me about your ‘pres-agenda’," he waggled his eyebrows, a serene smile on his face.

Not being able to help the gasp that left your lips, you made a disgruntled sound, "what makes you think there even is a ‘pres-agenda’?"

Seungmin gave you a wide eyed look.

"No...don't tell me... it's a doyoung-agenda?!" he joked, making you roll your eyes, swatting at him with the sleeve of your jacket.

"Look, I know as much as you do, okay? At this point I still can’t tell if his flirting is to hit on me or if it's really cause it's second-nature to him," you huffed, recalling your annoyance at how he helped so many girls put their luggages in the cabin while you fumbled with yours.

"Well," Seungmin shrugged, "you have the whole trip to find out, if you think about it."

"Yeah, but how is a whole other story."

Seungmin shook his head dismissively, glancing at Jaemin's direction only to see Jaemin look away quickly, having been caught looking your way as well.

"Trust me, with someone like Jaemin...I don't think it's gonna be that hard."

And maybe Seungmin was right.

Once you'd landed, you barely had time to rest before Doyoung had announced that you were about to visit a university in the country, asking everyone to hurry and get on the bus so you wouldn't be late.

Jaemin got into the bus with the rest of the members, while you stayed at the door after being assigned by Doyoung to do a headcount. Only after you were done counting and had trudged up the bus, you realized that the numbers were uneven because Doyoung had occupied the seat next to him with the bags of snacks for the gifts. This meant that Jaemin had to find another seat, and Seungmin was sitting alone as well, making you wonder why no one had sat with Jaemin.

About to approach the empty seat next to Seungmin, you saw him lift the big bag of gifts from the floor to plop it on the empty seat next to him, mouthing something to you while gesturing wildly with his head at Jaemin's direction.

‘sit with him’ you managed to decipher.

To Jaemin, you clearly looked like you were having a dilemma regarding where to sit, and he took the liberty to glance around the bus, seeing that the only seat left was next to him.

"Y/N!" he called, waving his hand to get your attention, "you can sit here," he offered with a smile (though it didn't really seem like you had a choice). Feeling the bus start to move, you decided you'd better hurry up and sit before you fell over.

Landing on the seat next to him with a thud, you felt him take the things you were holding from your hands.

"Seatbelt," he murmured gently.

Mouth forming an 'o' shape in realization, you quickly did the buckle, taking your things back from him with a murmur of thanks.

You noticed Jaemin was scrolling through something on his phone that you thought resembled an itinerary, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"What's that?"

Jaemin turned to you, "huh? oh this, this is just the proposal the university sent to me."

"Proposal? What are they sending you a proposal for?" you frowned in confusion, making Jaemin have to look away lest his smile grow any bigger.

"It's kind of just like a formality, 'cause we're planning on working with them to like give like support to the orphanage we're visiting and all," Jaemin shrugged, and you hummed in understanding.

"Wow...that's really nice, that it's not just like a one-time thing but that we can actually give them like... continuous support," you smiled, and unconsciously, so did Jaemin, who nodded at you in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s what I told Doyoung, since we’ve been to that orphanage before I felt like it was a good opportunity for us to help them,” he murmured, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he looked so happy talking about it, tugging at your heartstrings (just a little).

“Also,” you added, a hint of playfulness in your tone, “you never told me you were the president of this club,” you accused, seeing him huff in amusement, fiddling with the papers in his hands.

Leaning against the window so he could face you better, Jaemin looked at you and shrugged.

"Didn't think it was important information, I guess."

"Is that why you kept trying to recruit me to sign up?" you laughed, feeling like you shouldn't have been laughing when you saw how seriously he shook his head.

"I asked you to sign up because I wanted to," he murmured, his voice almost getting drowned out by noise from the rest of the club members.

Flushing at the implications of the statement, you shoved his shoulder lightly, “Didn’t peg you to be such a flirt,” you laughed, your heart almost stopping when you saw the smile he gave you, only serving to draw you in further to wanting to find out just who Na Jaemin was.

“Seems like there’s still lots of things I don’t know about you, huh,” you huffed, feeling strangely confident talking to him (contrary to how you’d imagined yourself fumbling over your words in your head).

Jaemin shrugged, unbuckling his seatbelt and that was when you realised you’d already reached your first venue which was some university, if you remembered Seungmin telling you correctly on the plane.

“You’ve got the whole trip to find out,” he winked, standing up and briefing the class when Doyoung called for him. His words reminding you of what Seungmin had said on the plane.

You stared, dumbfounded at Jaemin’s behaviour even after he’d finished briefing the group in charge of the university visit, letting your limbs move mindlessly to manoeuvre yourself out of the bus and to where Seungmin was, the said boy wiggling his eyebrows at you as he spotted you approaching him.

“So? What’s the update?”

You shook your head, still at a loss of words from Jaemin’s sheer confidence. You heard Doyoung briefing the group on the details of the university visit, saying that the first agenda was to meet with the heads of whatever department you were visiting.

Following the group, you were led into this room where you saw various students dressed in blazers standing at the sides of the room, offering you bottled water and snacks as you walked past.

You took your seat next to Seungmin, as Jaemin spoke with Doyoung at the front of the room, introducing themselves to the heads of the department.

You watched as Jaemin had taken a seat at the tables near the front of the room with Doyoung, setting his bag down onto the chair before turning around to glance around the room.

Doyoung had stood up to set up the powerpoint slides at the computer, whereas you simply watched as Jaemin scanned the room, raising his hands to beckon one of the blazer-clad students, who rushed over to Jaemin, letting him whisper something to them before they’d promptly went to the table of refreshments, taking a few water bottles and bringing them to the corner section of the room who you were only realising now hadn’t received the gifts.

In your silent admiration, you hadn’t noticed that Jaemin had caught your gaze, his eyebrows quirking upwards ever so slightly and his hand raising in an ‘ok’ gesture to ask if everything was alright, earning a delayed nod from you.

Smiling, he’d turned back around, which Doyoung took as his queue to pick up the mic, introducing your school and saying a few words before passing the mic over to the group that was in charge of the university visit, and you’d let yourself zone out temporarily.

You noticed that there was one person in particular that had been very nice to you and Seungmin, which you were very appreciative of, giving you the impression that the students there were really friendly.

This friendliness had only increased when you had gone to sit in in one of their classes, and that student had taken a seat next to you, introducing himself to you and trying to make conversation, but your attention was rather unevenly split since Jaemin had been invited to introduce the school in front of the entire class.

Jaemin’s eyes narrowed at the student that was speaking to you, unbeknownst to you but going very much noticed by Seungmin, who gave Jaemin a shrug. Jaemin figured he would let it slide, consoling himself with the thought that ‘hey, maybe the students here were a little on the friendlier side, but that’s okay, at least they were welcoming instead of unwelcoming’.

You’d been led to another room where the group of you had sat in a circle together with the blazer-clad students, and you’d taken your seat next to Seungmin again, Jaemin sitting next to Seungmin. The blazer-clad students had initiated a discussion with the students from your school, talking about what they were and what their committee did, and inviting some of the students from your school to share about your experiences in the country so far, typical overseas-trip stuff, you figured.

You were pretty attentive to the discussion, until you heard the student next to you speak up, “so, uh...do you guys study this department as well?”

You turned to him, a hum of confusion leaving your lips, realising then he had directed his question towards you.

“No, actually, we don’t,” Seungmin answered, though you felt a little awkward under the student’s unwavering gaze.

“Ohh... cool, how old are you?” He asked, earning a hum from Seungmin, who didn’t know whether to laugh or be scared at the dagger eyes Jaemin was directing towards the student.

“Oh, uh..he’s 19, I’m 18,” you murmured, hearing the boy hum.

“Oh, I’m actually one of the oldest members of the committee, I’m like 22 this year,” he told you, making your eyes widen, not having expected him to be so much older than you.  

“Oh....” You laughed nervously, directing your attention elsewhere, pretending to fiddle with the badges on Seungmin’s bag.

“What kind of messaging apps do they use in your country?” You furrowed your eyebrows, naming the few that you used frequently, not understanding why he would ask you that.

“Ohhh,” Seungmin swore he heard disappointment in the boy’s tone, “over here we mostly use other apps, we don’t use those,” you scrunched your nose at his reply, looking back down at Seungmin’s badges.

You hoped the conversation would end there, afraid that he would ask for your number since you weren’t sure where this was heading, but it seemed as though he’d read your mind when you heard him open his mouth to speak again.

“Hey, you know maybe we can ex—”

Your attention was diverted when you heard their teacher’s voice sound through the microphone, asking for volunteers from your school to say a few words about how their experience has been in the school so far, everyone in the club immediately turning to Jaemin, hoping he would save the rest of the members from having to go up there and talk.

You felt the boy nudge you, gesturing for you to volunteer, making you wave your hand dismissively, “no, no, please.”

You missed how Jaemin glanced around at the club members (his gaze lingering on you and the blazer-wearing boy for a little longer than appropriate), seeming to have gotten the hint when he raised his hand lightly, giving the teacher a courteous smile as he got up to accept the microphone from her.

“Hi, my name is Jaemin and I’m the president of our club. Firstly I would like to say a big thank you to the people here such as the committee members and the teachers for being so...” Jaemin had to withhold himself from glaring at the boy seated next to you, “welcoming,” he drawled, narrowing his eyes at the boy next to you.

“But nonetheless, my experiences here have been pleasant so far, and I hope that our school has a chance to continue partnership with you in the future after this project that we embark on this trip,” you nodded, flashing an encouraging smile to Jaemin, which he returned sweetly, before handing the microphone back to the teacher.

After Doyoung and Jaemin had presented the gifts from the school to the university department head, you had all been called in for a group picture, Jaemin finding his way next to you (totally not just so that the boy couldn’t stand next to you), draping his hand over your shoulder casually as you all squeezed together for a photo.

“We’ll be heading for lunch after this, so let’s be quick so our itinerary doesn’t get delayed,” you heard Doyoung tell a group of the club members, and you and Seungmin had quickly made your way out of the room, the boy waving goodbye to you with a smile as you walked past him.

Seungmin couldn’t help the snort that escaped him, making you raise your eyebrows in confusion.

“Hmm?” you hummed.

“Nothing,” Seungmin smiled innocently.

The restaurant you were eating at for lunch was within walking distance, and you were eager to sit down and eat once the aroma of the food had hit you when you entered the restaurant, Jaemin beckoning you over to sit with him.

Taking a seat opposite Jaemin but next to Seungmin, you glanced up to see Jaemin turning around to scan the room again, and you could vaguely hear him muttering numbers under his breath.

“Does everyone have a drink?” He stood up slightly to ask, his hand resting on the back of his chair to support his weight, receiving murmurs of acknowledgement and affirmation, Jaemin invited everyone to start eating.

You took that as your queue to reach over to grab the bowl of rice just as Jaemin was about to take it to distribute the rice to the people sitting around him, not knowing that you had similar intentions.

“It’s okay, let me,” you insisted, beginning to scoop the rice onto Seungmin’s plate, seeing Jaemin withdraw his hand quickly, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks as he tilted his head down.

“Thanks,” he murmured once you had scooped the rice onto his plate, followed by the guy sitting next to you and lastly onto your own plate.

"How'd you guys find the university visit just now? Fun? Boring?" you heard Jaemin begin, glancing at the few of you expectantly as he chewed his food.

“You spent quite a while talking to one of the committee members, right?” The guy next to you had asked you, his name was Hyunjin if you remembered correctly.

You recognised him to be one of the guys on the school’s dance team, since you remembered going with Donghyuck to one of their performances before.

“I mean,” you laughed nervously, your gaze on your plate unwavering, “he was just being really friendly so I guess-”

Seungmin made a sound of disbelief, “you’re really too nice, he was totally hitting on you!” Seungmin pointed out, turning to Jaemin in his excitement, the latter letting his spoon linger between his lips as he pretended to be uninvested in the conversation.

“Don’t you think so? You saw it too, right?” Seungmin asked Jaemin, making Jaemin turn his head ever so slightly in Seungmin’s direction, his gaze moving to yours, before giving you a small nod.

“Yeah, I may have...heard a little bit of the conversation,” Jaemin shrugged, making your eyes widen, embarrassed for some reason that Jaemin had noticed and you hadn’t.

Jaemin set his cutlery down on his plate neatly, leaning back in his seat to dab at his mouth with a tissue.

“Thoughts?” Hyunjin held his fist out in front of Jaemin’s mouth to act as a microphone, earning a shrug from Jaemin.

“Wouldn’t have made it far with whatever strategy he had,” Jaemin shrugged.

You pursed your lips at his comment, unsure what to make of it, and you’d only wanted to sink into your seat even further when you heard Hyunjin make a low impressed noise.

“Ohhh...what’s this... is there some tension I feel here?”

Seungmin took that as his queue to join in, narrowing his eyes at Jaemin as Hyunjin continued, “Is our pres perhaps.... threatened?”

Jaemin scoffed, standing up, which the other members took as their queue to finish up and start heading back to the bus as well. Turning to glance at you before he turned back to Hyunjin to shake his head, “you wish.”

===

You hadn’t noticed you’d fallen asleep on the bus, being nudged awake by a particularly hard bump in the road the bus drove over, making you groan slightly, your jacket covering you snugly which added to the list of factors that may have lulled you to sleep without knowing. You only realised then that you were leaning on something, making your eyes widen, getting up slowly because you had assumed Jaemin was asleep, not wanting to wake him.

Turning your head to look around the bus, (as much as you could because falling asleep in that position was starting to kill your neck), you noticed that almost everyone had fallen asleep, even Doyoung and the tour guide.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” You were startled when you heard Jaemin murmur softly, turning your head as fast as you could without straining your neck, seeing him with his phone in hand, looking at you with a sheepish expression.

You opened your mouth to speak, shaking your head, “oh, no, don’t worry you didn’t,” you assured him, not being able to help but glance at his shoulder that you had fallen asleep on, a rush of heat going to your cheeks. “Sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep without knowing, sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

Jaemin gave you a tired smile, shaking his head, making the hood on his head shift slightly, “It’s fine, I wasn’t uncomfortable. Did you manage to get some rest?” he asked, and his tone was so reassuring that you almost actually believed him.

Nodding at him, you sunk back down into your seat, hearing him yawn. “Did you?”

Jaemin shook his head, “couldn’t sleep,” he let out a soulless huff of laughter, holding his phone up, “was working on my uni applications.”

“So early? I thought you were only graduating next year?” You asked, your ignorance making Jaemin feel a strange sense of relief.

“I’m doing early applications...” he sighed, “so I’ve got to kind of get a few things ready like my essay and like testimonials from teachers and stuff like that,” he murmured. Making you think of Donghyuck, who you knew usually left things to a little later since he would have to discuss with his parents before making any big decisions.

“Oh, so you’ve like already like discussed with your parents and stuff?” You asked, spilling out whatever information you knew that you could relate to this situation, seeing Jaemin press his lips together in a tight line, frowning slightly before he eventually shrugged.

“They uh.. don’t really care as long as it’s the top 2 universities,” you couldn’t help but sense something sad in his tone, urging you to prompt him but at the same time rendering you unsure if it was a sensitive topic for him.

“Oh...um, so like... you’re more on the science side?” You asked, recalling Donghyuck telling you that he would never be able to find a course that suited him in the top 2 universities since he was more inclined towards pursuing music.

Jaemin shrugged, “I guess it’s kind of what I have to pursue to get ahead. Like...money wise and stuff, I guess,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t sound very convinced,” you laughed, feeling yourself relax when you saw Jaemin give you a smile, shaking his head.

“No, you’re right. I’m not.” Jaemin told you, fiddling with his phone in his hands as you hugged your jacket closer to yourself.

“Would I be reading too much into it if I take this as you would choose a different course if it weren’t for your parents?”

Jaemin’s smile dropped, something in your words resonating with him, since he wasn’t used to talking about this with someone other than Jeno, and even when he did talk about it with Jeno, Jeno wasn’t as straightforward about it with him as you were, but something in Jaemin felt as though he needed to hear it.

Jaemin gave you a firm nod.

“I wanted to do photography, or like...social work” he told you, a hint of yearning in the way he spoke, his choice of words making you feel as though he didn’t consider it to be an option anymore.

“But I chose to do medicine instead, figured that it was the only way I could appease both my parents...and myself,” he shrugged.

“Wow,” you murmured, admiration at Jaemin’s consideration hitting you, thinking about how different he was from Donghyuck.

“My friend Donghyuck, he would never. Even now since he wants to do music, he was planning on just choosing it for his uni application and dealing with the aftermath from his parents,” you told him, seeing Jaemin’s lips quirk up in a smirk at the mention of Donghyuck.

Jaemin shook his head, “that’s just Donghyuck for you,” he laughed. “My parents....have pretty strongopinions. And I guess it’s just always been like that since I was young?” Jaemin searched your expression for any sign that he was oversharing, but your attention only prompted him to continue.

“And I kind of...I think there was a point of time when I realised I had my own strong opinions??...and most of the time they didn’t line up with what my parents wanted for me or what they thought was right so I just...had to find other ways to be a few steps ahead of them, you know? So I could do things that I actually wanted to do,” he explained, though still in a very vague way.

You felt a billion thoughts rush through your head, thoughts ranging from how Jaemin’s interests were in social work, and how Seungmin had told you that the club meant a lot to him, followed by the way he even sacrificed things like a simple nap on the bus to work on his university application essay.

You were starting to realise just what an angel Na Jaemin was, thinking about how he mentioned that he had to be a few steps ahead, to do things that he wanted to do.

“Like this?” You asked, referring to the overseas trip.

Your question seemed to have caught him off guard, and you ignored how everyone else had already started to wake up, since you were already reaching the destination.

Jaemin gave you a smile, and you made a mental note: this was one of his more genuine smiles, and you could feel it.

“Yeah, like this.”

Throughout the rest of the day, when you were having dinner, you noticed the way Jaemin would bring his hands up to massage his neck and shoulder, wincing every so often, and you didn’t have to think twice to know this was because he’d sat in the same position for too long.

Taking it upon yourself to text him to ask for his room number that night as everyone was getting ready to go to sleep, you took a few of your muscle ache relief patches, resolutely making your way to his hotel room and knocking on the door.

Jaemin had opened the door, dressed in a simple white t-shirt and pajama pants, a small towel draped over his wet hair.

“Hey, what happened? Is there anything you need?” He asked, and you shook your head, an embarrassed smile on your face.

Holding out the pain relief patches to him, you saw his eyes widen, before looking back from the patches to you with an incredulous look on his face.

“Wh-...how did you...”

“I noticed,” you told him simply, and he reached his hands away from the door to accept the patches from you, bringing one of his hands up to cover his growing smile, shaking his head at you.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Make sure you get a good rest tonight, goodnight,” you told him.

Jaemin was still at a loss for words, inhaling before letting out a short sigh, nodding at you with a smile, “I will. Goodnight.”

===

The next day was more tiring than you had initially expected it to be, and you were thankful you’d given Jaemin the pain relief patches, since painting the mural required a lot of arm movement.

You’d sat next to him on the bus again today but you were too tired to talk, falling asleep quicker than you would’ve liked, since your discussion from the day before was just left hanging in the air like that, a part of you still curious as to know more about Jaemin.

You had gone to the orphanage to paint a mural with the children, and if you weren’t already head over heels for Jaemin before you went to the orphanage you sure were now.

You weren’t sure where he got all his energy from to interact and be so lively with the children, not seeming to mind when they’d gotten paint on him and his clothes, or even the way they kept trying to jump onto his back for a piggyback ride. You were glad the children had taken a liking to you as well, the feeling strangely bittersweet to you, since you would love to interact more with them from the sheer happiness it brought both you and them, but you knew this was a rare occasion for them to do activities like this.

You were too busy interacting with the children to notice the way a few of the club members had already started coughing and some were beginning to feel unwell. Only when you’d returned to the bus did you realise that Seungmin was one of them, huddled in his seat desperate to get some rest because of how horrible his throat was feeling.

Jaemin had gone to a convenience store nearby and bought vitamin supplements for the club members, not to mention a coffee for himself, passing the energy drinks and vitamins around when you were all taking a break after completing the mural and it was almost dinnertime, handing it to you last before sitting down next to you on the pavement.

You watched as you were eating the vitamin as Doyoung had walked over to where you and Jaemin were, giving you a small smile before turning to Jaemin, “you guys haven’t done the gifts for the orphanage children yet, right? I heard who was it telling me just now you guys had planned on making bracelets, right?”

Jaemin’s eyes widened, nodding, biting on his straw absently as he pulled his phone from his pocket, “right, almost forgot, I was planning on texting the group to ask if they would be alright to do it tonight.”

You saw your phone light up with a notification, glancing down to see Jaemin’s message he had just sent to the group of you that were in charge of the orphanage visit.

jaemin 6:15pm - hey guys! just a reminder that we still have to make the bracelets for the kids at the orphanage so I was thinking we could meet tonight to do them? we can meet in my room to do it since my room has a little more space -

You saw a few of them acknowledge the message, so you figured those were the club members that were still feeling well enough.

Jaemin stood up when Doyoung had announced that the bus had arrived to take you to the dinner location, and you’d all boarded the bus quickly, using your phone and looking at social media to kill time as Jaemin was busy with his phone.

Jeno 6:20pm - any updates??? -

Jaemin typed out a reply quickly to the dnyl groupchat

Jaemin 6:20pm - we just finished painting the mural, heading to dinner now. the kids were so cute :( -

Jeno 6:20pm - thanks for telling me but I meant updates about HER -

Jaemin shot you a furtive glance, suddenly hyper aware that you were seated next to him

Jaemin 6:20pm - honestly, shes really nice, like...rly rly nice -

Jeno 6:21pm - ANDDD???? omg ure so frustrating ure just like Renjun -

Donghyuck 6:21pm - truth -

6:22pm - and nothing! idk what ure expecting –

Donghyuck 6:22pm - do u get the sense whether she likes u or not at least?? –

This made Jaemin wonder, was your niceness caused by your like towards him? Or did you even like him? At this point, Jaemin wasn’t sure which answer he wanted more.

6:24pm - idk I can’t tell u guys r stressing me out -

Donghyuck 6:24pm - please u’d be stressed even if we didn’t bring it up -

Jaemin locked his phone when he felt you tap him.

“Hey, we just reached,” you told him, grabbing your water bottle as he stood up, holding his hand above your head so you wouldn’t hit your head on the overhead cabin as you straightened up.

You noticed that Jaemin hadn’t left his jacket on the bus, instead, he’d kept his hoodie on, the hood draped over his head as he walked next to you to enter the restaurant, taking his seat next to you this time, which earned many looks from the club members—unbeknownst to you.

Seungmin had taken a seat in front of you, looking very tired, making you frown in concern.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?”

Seungmin shook his head, “I really just wanna go back to the hotel room and pass out, I feel a fever coming on,” he told you, earning a disgruntled noise from Jaemin.

“You should, you don’t have to join us to make the bracelets. Get as much rest as you can so you don’t get more sick,” Jaemin told him, earning an appreciative nod from Seungmin.

“Thanks pres. Sorry, I really wanted to help, but at this rate I don’t know if I can stay awake.”

Jaemin shook his head, and you took the liberty of distributing the food as he spoke, “it’s really fine, your health is more important.” (How ironic, Jaemin knew if Renjun heard this he’d be giving an earful to Jaemin about hypocrisy).

You knew that there were many bracelets to be made, but you were hoping that if enough of you showed up tonight you would be able to get it done quickly, and you were just as eager to get it done so you could go to sleep.

When you’d gone back to the hotel, you took your time to shower and get changed since you knew the meeting time was a little later, coming out and seeing your roommate already getting ready to sleep on her bed.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’m really tired,” she told you, giving you an apologetic smile.

You shook your head reassuringly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed as you dried your hair, checking your phone as you did so, seeing a flood of texts in the group chat saying that majority of them were feeling unwell, with some of them even puking and others running a fever.

Your heart sank, though a part of you questioned if they were really sick or not, since you remembered a few of them to have been perfectly fine during dinner but you figured you should give them the benefit of the doubt.

Coming out from the group chat, you saw that Jaemin had messaged you privately

Jaemin 9:56pm - looks like its just both of us left, are you alright to make the bracelets? you can just come up to my room when you’re ready -

You’d sent him a message saying you were on your way, thankful that his room was on the same floor as yours, telling your roommate you would go make the bracelets, receiving her tired hum of acknowledgement before you left.

Upon reaching Jaemin’s room you entered, you could hear some upbeat Ariana Grande song faintly playing from the inside of the room. His hair was messy, dressed in a pink hoodie and black sweatpants, waving at you in greeting before letting you enter the room.

You pointed a finger in question at the upbeat music he was playing at this time of the night, an eyebrow raising in question.

“How are you feeling?” you asked him.

“Feeling great! That coffee I drank just now really got me awake.” you shot him a look, clearly not having asked about his coffee, wanting to know about whether he was feeling unwell instead.

“Sorry, I really wasn’t expecting so many of them to fall sick,” he told you, making you laugh, raising your eyebrows at him in amusement.

“Why are you apologising? It’s not your fault,” you told him, seeing him close his mouth abruptly, taking a seat on his bed where he already had the beads and string laid out.

“Can’t help but feel responsible for them,” he admitted, making you let out a dissatisfied hum.

Looking at him with a firm gaze, you took a seat on his bed next to him, “you don’t have to be. They can take care of themselves, you know,” you huffed.

Jaemin shrugged, though he would never admit your words made his heart skip a beat, keeping his gaze averted as he handed you a string and picked one up for himself, starting to string beads in as he pleased, and you heard the song change.

You were almost done with your first bracelet when you heard Jaemin’s phone start ringing, the music stopping. Picking up his phone and holding it up to his ear with one hand, clasping his bracelet tightly between his fingers in his other hand, he answered the call.

“Hello?” Jaemin spoke.

“Hey, I just saw your texts, so are you making bracelets with her now?” Renjun’s teasing tone was heard through the phone, and Jaemin was thankful he hadn’t decided to put the call on speaker mode.

“Uh-huh,” Jaemin answered.

“Anything else been happening? I heard from Jeno that heard from Felix that heard from Hyunjin that there’s some sort of virus going around there?”

Jaemin sighed, “yeah, it’s pretty bad, but it’s alright I guess, I mean, I’m not sick yet so I guess I’m fine,” you wondered who it was that Jaemin was talking to, a part of you wondering who it was that could warrant such an affectionate tone from him, your first thought being maybe this was somebody he was interested in.

You needed to make sure your bracelet was big enough, so you reached over, asking Jaemin silently if he could lend you his wrist, which he offered wordlessly, letting you wrap the bracelet around his wrist, smiling in satisfaction when you found it was long enough, pulling it away from his wrist and tying a knot to secure the beads.

“Can you please drink more water? Please take more care of yourself,” Renjun reminded, making Jaemin nod.

“Yeah, my throats been feeling pretty scratchy, but it’s fine, I promise.”

“You always say that but you still end up getting sick,” Renjun’s tone was warning, making Jaemin giggle.

“I’m touched, you’re always so concerned about my health,” Jaemin teased, making Renjun scoff.

“Yeah, and from what I’m hearing from Jeno, you’re giving me reason to be concerned about your love life as well.”

“I’ll be fine, trust me. Okay I gotta go now, bye,” “Bye, Jaemin.”

“Love you,” Jaemin drawled, teasing lilt to his tone, earning a gagging noise from Renjun before the latter had hung up.

Jaemin set his phone down next to him, continuing to string his beads as you looked at him curiously.

“Umm...girlfriend?” You blurted, shocked when you saw Jaemin choke, coughing and patting his chest as he calmed down, shaking his head at you profusely.

“No, no, friend. No girlfriend,” Jaemin said clearly, making you hum, feeling him lean over to wrap his bracelet around your wrist, pulling it away and tying a knot.

“That’s interesting...you’re pretty popular in our school, you know,” you told him, seeing him flush, shaking his head at you in dismissal.

“Please, I’m flattered but...,” he sighed, making you tilt your head in confusion, tying the knot on your third bracelet.

“But?” You prompted.

Jaemin knew his reason for not wanting to get into a relationship—mostly his fear of not being able to commit, not wanting to lead whoever it was on if he knew he had too many other commitments that would keep him from being invested in the relationship.

“Nothing,” Jaemin shrugged, and if you were dissatisfied with his answer, you didn’t show it.

You continued making bracelets in the relative silence, the silence only broken when Jaemin had let out an excited sound when he glanced at the bracelet you were making.

“I like this one! It’s pretty,” he complimented, making you smile.

“Thanks, do you want it? We have more than enough beads left for the kids,” you offered, wrapping it around his wrist to measure it.

He gave you a surprised look, “can I, really?”

You nodded, “yeah, sure why not?”

Jaemin smiled, his childlike demeanour making you awfully want to squeeze his cheeks.

“Nice. I should make one for you too! Then we can have matching ones,” he beamed, making you laugh.

“Whatever makes you happy, Jaemin.”

He took the bracelet from your hands, following the colour scheme closely so he could make one identical to yours, and you took the time to make the remaining bracelets, seeing as you only had a few left. By the time you were done, so was he, and he held it up for you to see, one hand reaching over to pull your wrist towards him, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist, smiling in content as he wore his.

“Are we all done?” he asked, earning a nod from you.

Jaemin picked the bracelets up again to count them just to be sure, he knew he wouldn’t completely be at ease until he double-checked that things were in order.

“...42, 44, 45! Nice,” he grinned. Setting the bracelets down, Jaemin leaned back on his bed, supporting his weight with his hands. “Thanks so much for helping me, by the way.”

You noticed Jaemin’s voice sounded more strained, making you recall what he told his friend previously about how his throat felt scratchy.

You shook your head, “it’s really nothing, I’m glad I could help.”

A silence fell between the both of you, making you feel a sort of tension that you couldn’t place an emotion behind, figuring you should leave before you did anything stupid, especially when you had Jaemin looking absolutely angelic just sitting there, messy hair and boyish smile, practically begging you to kiss him.

Standing up abruptly, you stretched your arms over your head, yawning slightly as your arms fell limp at your sides.

“God, my throat feels horrible,” Jaemin sighed, standing up and walking over to the desk in the room, picking up the kettle to pour a cup of water for himself.

“Are you falling sick?” You asked him.

Though you knew the answer was pretty obvious, you weren’t surprised when you saw him shake his head, “no, I mean like, there’s so many other people that are way sicker than me, I think-“ he stopped to cough, wincing from the pain. “I’ll probably get up earlier tomorrow morning with Doyoung and see if I can get some medicine for them or something,” he told you, feeling guilty under your hard gaze.

“Hey, don’t give me that look, I’ll be fine, I promise,” he opened the door for you, and you were about to step out when you turned around so you were barely inches away from him, bringing your hand up to press the back of your hand against his forehead, frowning at how he’d felt as though he was running a fever.

Jaemin gave you a reassuring smile, pulling your hand away from his forehead by your wrist, his thumb running over the beads on your bracelet.

“I’m responsible for the club members, I have to try my best to make sure they’re okay, I can’t just let my own sickness get in the way of making sure they’re okay,” he answered your unspoken question, making you sigh.

“Okay fine, but Jaemin, let me…be ‘responsible’ for you, then, alright? I’m perfectly fine, but you’re falling sick. And I know for a fact that with this attitude you’re not gonna be paying much attention to yourself,” you told him, seeing him open his mouth to speak but you shook your head.

“You don’t need any more worries,” you told him, and just like that, Jaemin started to think that maybe he should be taking Jeno’s advice, not sure when the next time he would be able to find a girl like you was gonna come along, if ever.

You noticed it too, the way how now when Jaemin was looking at you, there was something different about the way he was looking at you, it was...almost affectionate.

Jaemin nodded, squeezing your wrist gently before letting go, his hand rubbing your shoulder soothingly, “goodnight.”

The next day, while Jaemin was busy making sure the club members drank enough water or were taking their vitamins, your job was the same, making sure Jaemin was drinking enough water, getting rest on the bus and eating his vitamins, you were glad you’d realized you brought throat soothing lozenges that you’d given to Jaemin (who thought they were a Godsend).

You made a mental note of things Jaemin did or how he behaved when he was unwell, his demeanour surprisingly cute to you.

1. Jaemin didn’t mind the taste of medicine, his tastes tended to be on the extreme ends of the spectrum

After you’d given Jaemin something to drink to soothe his cough on the bus, you started to feel as though you wouldn’t mind doing this forever from the way he leant his head against the seat, looking down at you with a soft tired smile on his face, murmuring a soft ‘thank you’ to you.

You knew it wasn’t as if your actions went unnoticed, but you just didn’t expect it to be noticed by Doyoung of all people.

It was evening time when you were already at the airport departure terminal, waiting for those who had gone to the toilet to come back so you could get ready to board the plane.

“You and Jaemin seem pretty close,” your eyes widened, turning around to make sure that it was Doyoung who was talking to you.

Shrugging, you let out a nervous laugh, “uh...I guess? What makes you think that?” You glanced at Jaemin, who was currently sitting at a bench next to the big glass windows, not having the energy to stand for so long.

Doyoung almost snorted, folding his arms over his chest as he spoke, “Literally no one in the club other than you dares to do what you’ve been doing for the past few hours, much less actually have a conversation with him about community service.”

You couldn’t help the confused hum that left you. “Why? He’s so nice.”

Doyoung shrugged, a fatherly smile on his face as he glanced over at Jaemin.

“Not many people get to see that. He tends to trust very few people,” Doyoung glanced around as he spoke, giving him a distracted look, “but I guess he trusts you, from the looks of it.”

You watched as the students had started coming out from the washroom, Jaemin coming back from the big glass panes to where you were, shocking you when he’d linked arms with you, and you had to pretend you weren’t affected by it as you walked into the plane.

Jaemin looked almost disappointed to sit next to Doyoung, making the older boy agree to letting Jaemin and Seungmin swap seats (not without an eye-roll from Doyoung of course). You added to your mental list of all things Jaemin related.

2. Jaemin wasn’t used to being taken care of,

And you knew this because you could sense how shocked he was whenever you did simple things like drape his jacket over him or adjust his head so his neck wouldn’t be sore.

New findings, 3. Jaemin gets more affectionate when he is sick

You knew this when you felt his head fall onto your shoulder gently after the plane had taken off. Little did you know, this was Jaemin’s way of letting his walls down to you, finally comfortable enough around you to let himself stop being so on-edge all the time. The sight was one to behold, Jaemin with his hood draped over his head, snuggled against your side with his arms tightly hugging the small pillow they’d given, but at the same time, the both of you could so get used to how it felt.

===

The next night, when Jaemin returned home and worked on his university application, he’d started to feel the anxiousness getting to him, thoughts of what would happen to the community service club once he graduated littering his mind, together with other thoughts like how he was going to portray himself in a way the university would find worthy of accepting him, to thoughts of whether he’d done a good enough job in planning the community service trip.

Did I even do that good of a job? Half of them fell sick, so there must’ve been something wrong with the catering—

Jaemin’s thoughts were interrupted when he glanced at his phone, suddenly getting the urge to call you.

“Hello?” he found his body moving faster than his mind could process, hearing your voice on the phone.

“Hey, it’s really late. What’s up? Did something happen?” your tone was concerned, calm. Something Jaemin never knew he needed to hear as much as he was realizing he did now.

“Nothing just…wanted to check on you, see how you were doing after the trip,” Jaemin lied, his heart swelling with butterflies when he heard you laugh.

“I should be the one checking on you, I’m fine. How are you? Have you been resting?”

Jaemin hummed, “yeah…I mean, no, not really.” Jaemin wasn’t sure what was taking over him when he murmured again. “I was kind of feeling a little shitty…but honestly..I’m feeling a little better now.”

You’d assumed he was referring to his sore throat and fever, “that’s great! Make sure you drink a lot of water and sleep early, alright?”

Jaemin smiled, resting his arm on his table and leaning his head against his arm, nodding even though you couldn’t see him, “Uh-huh, I will. You’d better go to sleep too, sorry for calling you so late. Thanks,Y/N.”

You made a sound of confusion, “thanks? For what?”

“Picking up.” Jaemin hated how breathy his voice sounded, hoping he didn’t sound too whipped.

You huffed, not being able to help your smile as well, “Anytime.”

===

“Jeno, I think I’m in love,” Jaemin buried his head in his pillow, earning a groan from Jeno who had just woken up from his slumber on Jaemin’s bed.

“Dude, it’s 4am, can this discussion wait a few hours.”

“It can’t! It’s gonna be white day in a few hours! Okay, technically it’s already white day but it’s gonna be white day in school!”

Jeno sighed, sitting up on Jaemin’s bed to look at the distressed boy, “what’s stopping you?” Jeno murmured, fatigue laced in his tone, his eyes shut as he spoke to his friend.

“What if like...I have so much.......shit going on in my life that I can’t like fully give her the attention she deserves?” Jaemin’s voice lowered to a murmur, and Jeno opened his eyes, knowing that this was something that always held Jaemin back.

“Okay, why not...I give you some situations and you tell me how you would deal with it.” Jaemin nodded, sombre expression on his face as Jeno began his quick fire.

“Let’s say...what if you had a date with her and then suddenly Doyoung texts you asking for a proposal due the next morning,” knowing Jaemin’s usual reaction would be to cancel the date and finish the proposal that night.

Jaemin answered in a heartbeat, “I’d go on the date, then just stay up to rush the proposal or something. Doyoung can wait.”

Jeno’s eyes widened in surprise, “okay next, what about...um...okay! What if you had a volunteer event but it coincides with like her award ceremony or something.”

Jeno asked, recalling a similar incident when Jaemin had skipped his cousin’s award ceremony to go for a volunteer event with the club.

“She doesn’t receive awards every day, I’d go for the award ceremony,” Jeno shot him a knowing look which Jaemin promptly ignored.

“Your parents don’t like her,” Jeno shot at Jaemin, seeing the latter shake his head.

“Don’t care, it’s my girlfriend, not theirs.”

Jeno almost squealed, taking the pillow nearest to him and shoving it at Jaemin. “I’m pretty sure you already solved your dilemma for yourself.”

Jaemin sighed, knowing that Jeno was right, again.

Jaemin’s heart was at unease after that, leaving the house early to buy chocolates for you, preparing his speech in his head for when he would tell you how he felt.

You’d already figured your White day would be just as uneventful as Valentine’s Day, seeing your classmates gushing about what their boyfriends had gotten them, some even walking in with big teddy bears that they struggled to fit in their lockers. So you didn’t think much of it when Jaemin had texted you when you were in the middle of your project meeting.

Jaemin 12:31pm - hey, r u free to meet? -

You frowned, knowing your consultation wasn’t going to be ending anytime soon, but still wanting to see Jaemin nonetheless.

12:31pm - sorry :(( im in a project meeting right now, but i can meet you after school? At like 6? -

Jaemin’s reply came in quickly,

Jaemin 12:31pm - sure!! 6 at the football field -

You thought nothing of it, almost forgetting what day it was as you went about the rest of your lessons, whereas Jaemin, who was done with his lessons earlier than you were, was already waiting at the football field, starting to get restless with his chocolates and balloons, not to mention oblivious to the fact that he was drawing attention from other students because no one could believe that Na Jaemin of all people had prepared to give someone things on White day.

“Do you think she’s actually gonna show up?” Donghyuck asked from where he and the rest of the dnyl boys were sat on the bleachers.

This earned him a (harsh) nudge from Renjun, “of course she’s gonna come, she’s really nice.”

“You say it like you actually know her,” Jeno snickered, making Renjun sigh.

“I hope she comes soon so I don’t have to listen to you guys any longer.”

Lying on the fake grass of the football field, Jaemin was momentarily distracted by the pretty colours the sunset cast in the sky, not noticing that you had already showed up.

“He kind of looks like a supply crate in battleground, should we ask him to sit instead of lie down?” Jeno wondered.

Renjun let out a strangled scream, “oh my god, too late. I think she’s here.” He nudged Donghyuck, the three boys’ attention turning to the girl walking towards where Jaemin lay on the field.

You’d walked to the field, a part of you growing very amused when you spotted the balloons next to a figure lying down in the middle of the field, walking closer until you were standing over him, seeing him furrow his eyebrows before his eyes widened, sitting up quickly and almost bumping heads with you if you hadn’t moved back quick enough.

“Wow, what’s all this? Got swarmed with gifts again today?” You laughed, seeing Jaemin get up off the floor, holding the box of chocolates with the balloons tied around them in his hands.

“Um...not quite,” he murmured, a shy tint of pink making its way onto his cheeks.

“What’d you wanna meet me for?” You asked.

Jaemin had his whole speech rehearsed in his head, but it seemed as though his body thought otherwise, holding the box of chocolates out for you.

“Here,” he murmured, this time, a lot more confident than he was on Valentine’s Day.

You tilted your head at him, an amused smile playing at your lips.

“How do you think it’s going?” Jeno whispered, “she looks more amused than flattered.”

“I don’t know why you’re whispering, I could shout and he wouldn’t be able to hear me. I’m sure they’re doing fine,” Renjun shrugged.

You hummed, laughter bubbling from your lips, “is this gonna become a tradition of yours? Giving me things on special occasions?”

Jaemin pursed his lips, pretending to be in thought.

“Only if you let me,” he smiled.

Your eyes widened, unable to help yourself from the implications of his statement, making him nod at you in affirmation.

“I kinda asked you here to like...yeah, ask you if you uh...wanna like go out with me?” He asked, and you fiddled with the ribbon of the balloon, your breath suddenly getting caught in your throat.

“Like...date?”

Jaemin nodded.

“For real?” You blurted in your panic, seeing him nod again, suddenly exuding a confidence you weren’t used to.

“Yeah...like date. For real,” he smiled, bringing a hand up to run through his hair, and you couldn’t find a better reaction in you than to nod dumbly.

Jaemin smiled, pushing the balloons aside, leaning closer to you. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” he murmured, frowning.

You glanced around nervously, embarrassed that there were students watching, not wanting to kiss Jaemin in front of the school.

“Jaemin, there are people watching,” you muttered, embarrassment creeping up on you, seeing Jaemin straighten up to glance around, shooting a grin at the dnyl boys before looking back at you.

You grasped the box tighter in your hands, feeling Jaemin bring his head down so his lips were next to your ear, “I think I have a better idea.”

Reaching his hand around to grasp the strings of the balloons, he pulled them down so that the balloons would shield the both of you from view.

“May I?” He asked, his voice gentle and smooth, enough to make your head spin.

Nodding, “of course,” you huffed, closing your eyes when you felt his lips press against yours, sweetly and so, so much like Jaemin.

One of his hands went up to tuck your hair behind your ear, going to the back of your neck and grasping it gently, feeling him smile into the kiss, enough to make more excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach. Your hand going to grasp gently at his waist, your other hand going up to cup the side of his face gently, feeling him smile into the kiss when you did so.

Pulling away before you got carried away, you heard the faint sound of cheering, turning to see 3 boys sitting on the bleachers shouting what sounded like cheers for you and Jaemin.

Squatting and covering your face in embarrassment, you couldn’t help but laugh, “Jaemin! Who are they?”

Jaemin turned casually, gesturing at the bleachers with his thumb, “oh them? They’re my dnyl club members!”

“Dnyl?”

“Yeah, it’s a ‘don’t need your love’ club one of the exchange students started, something like those lonely hearts club things,” Jaemin shrugged, earning a confused hum from you.

“Why are you in the club?” You found the whole idea pretty amusing, to have someone as flirtatious as Jaemin be part of some anti-love club.

Jaemin shrugged, giving you a small smirk, “come to think of it, I won’t be needing the club meetings so much now, will I?”

===

“Woah, who gave you those?” You and Jaemin were stopped by Doyoung on your way out of school afterwards, the teacher gesturing to your balloons with his iPad.

You cupped your hand around your mouth, looking around to make sure no one was listening, “Jaemin” you whispered, earning a wide eyed look from Doyoung, who looked at the grinning Jaemin as though he’d just told Doyoung he adopted a child.

Shaking his head with a good-natured smile, Doyoung sighed wistfully, “can’t say I didn’t see it coming. Congrats on your um...whatever young people call it now,” he waved the both of you off, making you laugh.

“Thank’s Doyoung!” Jaemin called, turning to you, smiling giddily.

“What are you smiling about,” you scoffed, seeing him shake his head, linking arms with you.   Jaemin looked away to hide his blush, shaking his head as he led you out of the school, for the first time, leaving school without his mind filled with worries, instead, it was filled with thoughts of you, and oh, how Jaemin loved the way it made him feel.

“Nothing, just...happy.”

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Fictober '21 Prompt No. 3 — "I’ve waited for this."

Category: Original WIP: Thriving series Rating: T Timeline: M33 arc CW: A lil flirty, a lil steamy, but there are alternate universes in which this got a lot heavier lmao Word Count: 1,469 haha nice Additional Notes: Canon whomst??? Sorry, she’s not here today.

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“Your Majesty.”

Standing with his feet apart in the center of the sparring room, Thrive acknowledged Warren with a glance over his shoulder and idly spun a staff of moderate length in one hand. “Well. The prince consort as I live and breathe.”

Warren winced, stretching his arms and back as he lingered some feet away. “Yeah, I thought we agreed that wasn’t it. ‘Consort’ sounds like ‘escort,’ and while I have no issues with escorts as a whole—”

“Why are you here, Warren?” Thrive watched himself in the enormous mirrors wrapped around every wall of the room and spun the staff faster. “Not that I’m necessarily unhappy to see you.”

Grinning, Warren leaned down to rest his hands on his knees. “You kiddin’? I’ve waited for this. We haven’t sparred together in ages.” His demeanor did an instant one-eighty. “Necessarily unhappy? What the hell did I do now?”

Before he could get the question out, a volumetric projector in the ceiling exploded with activity—various colorful projectiles fired directly at Thrive, who knocked each one out of the way with unwavering precision using the staff. He propelled it into a blur that bounced from hand to hand, knocked projectiles out of the air, twirled into the ceiling as he swept large red and yellow polyhedrons away from Warren. He caught the staff and pounded one end into the floor hard enough to send vibrations into the mirrors.

The projector powered down.

“It’s not a matter of something you’ve done,” Thrive said, straightening his posture and turning to Warren. “Though perhaps it is, in part. I’m expressing frustration over a situation for which I have no answers.”

“Okay,” Warren said, planting himself in front of him. “Get it out, then.”

“I’d rather not spar with someone while I’m emotionally compromised. Especially someone who couldn’t handle me.”

Warren grinned. “I dunno, I think I can handle you pretty good.”

“I'm aware that you’ve trained to handle rougher situations over the years, but if I were to lose control and cause bodily harm...”

“We still talkin’ about sparring?”

Despite himself, a corner of Thrive’s mouth quirked upward. “It’s unwise.”

“We don’t have to go full-tilt, then. Just hand-to-hand, start small. You said you have no answers...maybe I have one. If I’m causing part of this, I’d like to at least try to help.”

Thrive eyed him for a moment, supporting himself with the staff.

Warren waggled his eyebrows. “Safe word’s ‘carousel’.”

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Thrive tossed the staff away and moved closer. “You’re teasing, but I would feel more comfortable if we did use the safe word for this.”

“Right.” Warren braced himself, a little hesitant. “You’re...more upset than you let on.”

“Possibly,” Thrive muttered before swinging a fist at Warren.

He blocked it, stepping aside. “Best to come at this directly, then. What have I done to upset you?”

Thrive took a few more swings, obviously dialing back his full strength, and each one was blocked. He dodged one of Warren’s and caught him in the shoulder. “After a particularly long and overdue sleep, I awoke and it was as if a weight had crushed the inside of my chest. I ruminated over it for hours until I realized the feeling doubled whenever I thought of you having taken the two-year job on Morre.”

Warren had successfully blocked a few more hits. “You thought you were okay with me going back to work for an emergency after I’d suggested I take leave, and it turns out you weren’t?”

“That’s not it.” Thrive sidestepped a kick. “I was feeling something I’d never felt so strongly before in my life, and it alarmed me.”

“Angry?” Warren acted like he was going to strike with his right fist and instead jabbed with his left—a move that, for whatever reason, always threw Thrive off his game early on in a sparring session.

Thrive caught Warren’s fist in his hand inches away from his face. “Possessive.”

Warren’s blood iced over and he observed Thrive’s expression, the sudden accuracy of his sharp stare, the darkness behind his eyes. A chill ran through his spinal cord and bolted up into the pit of his stomach. “...This is about the arrangement,” he said, voice low and definitely steadier than he imagined it’d be.

“I proposed the idea to you, yes,” Thrive said firmly, moving forward so Warren had to take a few steps back, “because I wasn’t about to forbid you from soothing an ache I couldn’t be there to soothe.”

“But you’re about to,” Warren breathed. “Aren’t you?”

Thrive knocked his arm away and got two hits in through his dodging. “It seems that I’ve become very territorial about certain things.”

Warren ducked a swing and his fist knocked the side of Thrive’s waist. “And what does the great and powerful Orthrive’poliea have to feel territorial about?”

Thrive knocked his legs out from under him and he went down with a hard smack. Warren yelped as his back connected with the forgiving floor, inhaling sharply when Thrive dropped and straddled his hips, pinning his wrists by his head.

“Oh holy shit,” Warren gasped.

Thrive glanced at the mirror. “This.”

Warren turned his head to look—the sight of Thrive holding him down and still looking a bit pissed about it sent all kinds of signals to everywhere vulnerable. He shuddered. “If you wanna call off the arrangement, just say so.”

Thrive peered down at him.

Swallowing the heat crawling up his throat, Warren flexed his wrists under Thrive’s hold. “I think you may have misplaced, somewhere in that meaty brain of yours, the reason why we even made it to begin with.”

“It’s never left my mind.”

“So then you understand that I never really wanted it, and while it scratched a fraction of the appropriate itches, it was never you and therefore not as good nor the same.”

“...Yes.”

“And you understand that my feelings for you cannot ever be replaced or duplicated, and if you’re still having trouble realizing that after all this time, then you’re hopeless and there’s no saving you.”

“Warren...”

“Just say you want it to end.” Warren nodded. “It stops right now.”

Hesitating, Thrive finally released Warren’s wrists. “I'd like—”

Warren grabbed the staff laying nearby and knocked it across Thrive’s chest, sending him sprawling backward. When he turned over to push himself up, Warren leaped at him, sitting on his backside and wrenching his arm behind his back.

Thrive let out a harsh swear in Solnai.

“Yeah, baby,” Warren laughed victoriously. He knew he could be displaced with hardly any effort, but he appreciated the very generous win nonetheless. He slapped the side of Thrive’s ass. “I fucking got you, didn’t I? Maybe I should be king instead.”

Thrive rolled his eyes again, using his other, definitely free hand to push his hair off of his forehead.

“So, uh...what were you saying?”

“I was going to say that I’d like to end the arrangement, since you offered.”

“Mhm.” Warren nodded, taking a bit of a vain mental snapshot of their position from how it appeared in the mirror. “You know what that would mean, then, don’t you?”

“If you’re going to propose that I abdicate, I have to remind you that the Consortium wouldn’t—”

“I’m gonna retire.”

Thrive closed his mouth. Pushed himself up so he could look at Warren, who smiled at him. “As much as—Skies, Warren, get off of me already. As much as I’d like to argue the point, I...can’t.”

They helped each other to their feet, and Warren placed his hands on his hips, still a bit out of breath. “It’s been decades in the making. I can keep up the dance classes since I get more joy out of that, anyway. Plus, I’m not in the headspace to let down a bunch of kids.”

“Having you with me without fear of extended separations or injury or worse does sound...”

“Kind of amazing?” Warren’s smile widened.

Thrive crossed his arms. “I wish I’d broached the subject with you sooner.”

“That brings up a point...” Warren stepped closer until he was in Thrive’s space. “Next time you have a problem with me,” he said loudly, “fucking talk to me about it, idiot. It’s this wonderful and innovative thing called communication.”

Thrive fixed him with a dark look. “Punish me about it.”

For at least five seconds, Warren absorbed that look and the question. He paced away to take a fighting stance. “Okay. That set the tone for the rest of the day.”

“My harness is somewhere around the capital house. The safe word is ‘carousel’.”

Warren halted to narrow his eyes at him. “Like you have ever needed the safe word. For anything.”

Thrive winked at him before they took up sparring again, this time charged quite differently.

#fictober21 #lol can you imagine the one I'm gonna write for my birthday #if there are any fuck-ups in this one no there aren't ❤#I am tired and sick of this particular prompt lmao

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peterthepark · 5 years

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Not a question but I just want you to know I’ve been scrolling through your blog and reading everything for like the last hour and I love it all 💕 I’m also a lover of Steve x Henderson!Reader, and this idea is far from angsty but I love the idea of a cute/fluffy fic about Dustin’s sister being a camp counselor and Steve has been sending her flirty letters all summer but gets too nervous to ask her on a real date when she gets back lmao

hope u enjoy 🌹

Camp Crush

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

“How long has he been like that?”

Steve lays on his couch, head buried in a mass of throw pillows as a blanket covers the length of his body. He’s not sick, yet there are countless amounts of tissue on the floor around him.

It’s been two weeks since he got a letter back from you. Of course, he understands that sometimes letters get lost on the way to their sender, or that people may write the wrong address, or that they forget to mail it - but Steve knows that you aren’t the type of person who casually forgets to mail someone. All of the worst case scenarios flood his mind instantaneously. Did he say something wrong in his last letter? Was he being too nice or too playful? Did he scare you off with his jokes? Did you happen to meet someone else at your job?

“Steve, get up.” Dustin kicks at Steve’s arm, who reacts with a long groan.

“Go away, shitheads.” He mumbles, barely looking at the kids surrounding him. “I’m sick.”

“Yeah, and I’m sick of you acting like a child.” Max moves past Lucas, grabbing at Steve’s arm with all her strength. That’s when everyone pitches in, all dragging Steve down onto the carpet.

“You guys are so annoying. Middle schoolers are so annoying. Leave me alone.” He mopes, not caring to get off the floor.

“Is this about Y/N?” Will asks.

Immediately, Steve perks up. His whole body shoots off the floor and suddenly he can finally stand upright. His hair is wild, and his eyes are wide. “What about Y/N?”

“That she hasn’t written back to you in days?” Will scoffs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the room.

“You write to my sister?” Dustin steps out from the group, furrowing his brows at Steve. “Wait, you write to my sister?!”

“I thought you knew!” Steve retaliates, voice cracking as Dustin pushes at his chest.

“You’re the guy that she wants to ask out?!”

Pause.

“She wants to ask me out?”

Steve feels like time has stopped. He can only hear his own breathing, rather than the explosive shouts and rejoices from the children in front of him. He plops down onto the couch, arms resting in his lap as he leans forward with a puzzled look.

“Oh, my god.” He chuckles, smiling. A blush washes over his face and creeps down his neck. “She likes me. Wow.”

“I do like you.”

Steve turns his head at the pleasant sound. It’s unfamiliar, but he seems to recognize it.

He knows that it’s you.

“I thought I was being pretty obvious with the kind of letters I was sending you.” You chuckle, setting down your heavy bags by the coffee table. Steve slowly stands up from the couch, jaw hanging open as he takes his first steps towards you. “I-I figured that maybe seeing you in person would be much better than talking to you through a crappy piece of paper.”

“Y/N…” He pulls you into his arms, crushing you in his grasp as your feet lift from the ground. He grins, calling out your name once more while he twirls you around. “You’re here. How are you - why are you - Y/N!” He laughs, setting you down. His hands cup your cheeks, eyes staring into yours.

“Hi, Steve.” You giggle, placing your hands over his. “I… I did write you a letter, though. But I wanted to give it to you in pri-”

“Dear Steve,” You whip around, gasping when you find that your brother has your letter in his hands, reading aloud while his friends circle around him.

Nosy little shit.

“Hey! Don’t read that!” You reach over to snatch the letter from Dustin. However, before you can react, Lucas takes it from him - running to the top of the stairs to read it further.

“Dear Steve!” He shouts, grinning victoriously when he sees the embarrassment written all over your face. “I miss you, so much. With my whole heart. I can’t wait to see you in person soon. Maybe you can finally take me to that new mall that you work at. I’m sure you look handsome as always in that disgustingly cute sailor uniform.” He gags humorously, doubling over in childish laughter. “I wish that you could see the view that I have from my cabin. It’s so quiet and peaceful here, and I’m sure that we’d have lots of time to…” Lucas stops, face falling as he furrows his eyebrows. His upper lip curls up, baring his teeth as he squints his eyes at the letter. “No! Nope! I’m done reading. I did not need to see that. Oh, god.”

“That’s what you get, smartass!” You grab the crumpled paper from Lucas, shaking your head at him as he covers his eyes. You hand it over to Steve, lowering your voice to a hushed whisper. “This is for you. Read it later.”

“I sure will.” He winks, humming softly as he puts it away in his pocket. “So… you wanna - you wanna go to the mall?”

“Right now?” You look up at him, playing with your hands. He nods, a shy smile lingering on his lips. “To hang out?”

“I mean… not to just hang out, but…” Steve sighs. Shutting his eyes, he rubs his jaw, before placing his hands on his hips. “But, uh, I wanted to - I wanted to see if you, um… you - you wanted to go on a date with me! At the mall! A date… at the mall? Do you - do you wanna go? With me? To the mall. I meant. For the date.”

The kids behind you start to snicker. You’re blushing extremely hard, swaying lightly from side to side. Steve shifts from one foot to the other, anxiously waiting for your response.

“Yes, I-I… I would love to go on that date. To the mall. With you, Steve Harrington.” You mimic him playfully, looking away with a bashful grin.

“It’s a date, then.”

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thatonedaydream · 6 years

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A/N: this took forever im sorry. girls just wanna have fun. gender isn’t specified in this, but they are very feminine, this is a bayonetta au, powerful women is what its all about. also its been awhile since i’ve written anything, this has been sitting around for awhile so... i dunno what its like. the ideas are there lmao

Edited 20-Jan-2019 — spheri

★★★★★

OP: Let’s dance boys!

Lunafreya clasped her hands together and slowly exhaled. Today she would be married—wedded to Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum. It would be an auspicious event, binding his clan of Lucis to her clan of Tenebrae. They were both powerful clans in their own right, but coming together they would be an unstoppable force. Because of this, many adversaries had come out of the woodwork to try and stop it.

While both had their own defensive forces, Luna was happy to let Noctis think that he had everything under control with his Ascended Knights in play at their wedding. His four most trusted knights stood around the altar defending the bride, groom and single priest conducting the ceremony. They were to marry quietly and do their general public service later. For now it was important to complete the ceremony without any disturbance. Doing so with an audience would give more chances for the enemy to attack.

As the priest droned on, his voice echoed in the empty church. Luna gazed into Noctis’ eyes—she did love him so dearly, this wasn’t marriage born of convenience or treaty. She did care for him, but oh—

Men were so useless.

“I’m incredibly sorry—” Luna sweetly interrupted the priest, “ — would you please pass me my staff for a moment?” She asked, although something in her tone was impatient. She continued to smile and gestured for the knight closest to her staff to hand it over to her. Prompto looked confused but did as he was asked after Noctis nodded and gave him permission to do so. “Would you all kindly take one step closer to me?”

Who were they to question the bride’s very simple request?

“Now stay very still.” Luna tapped her staff twice on the stone ground. A dim light bloomed and suddenly spread in lines to form a circular seal all around her. Her final words were a sly warning. “We’ll pay for damages, don’t worry.”

Before anyone could question this, the beautiful stained glass ceiling above them shattered. There was a loud crash as something landed in the center of the church. A very large lance stood upright in a pile of demon corpses. At the end of the spear, a pale-haired woman stood proudly. “Sorry we’re late.” She swung down the pole of the spear.

Luna huffed and muttered some words under her breath, forming a dome and protecting the men around her as well as herself. “I was worried neither of you would show.” An affectionate smile played at her lips.

Demons rained in from the broken ceiling. The priest had collapsed in shock beside Luna and she wondered if Noctis had figured out why she was insistent on a young priest marrying them—funerals were awfully expensive for elder clergymen; they definitely would have died from the horror.

Suddenly the church doors were kicked off their hinges and into the newly arrived demons with such force that they ploughed into the altar, whistling narrowly past Noctis’ esteemed knights. “Sorry.” You didn’t sound the least bit sorry. “I thought ya boy’s knights were meant to have cleared out the area of all the demons?”

“I’m sure they did the best they could.” Luna replied kindly, ignoring all the pointed looks she was getting from the men around her. “I’ll pay you both double to keep us safe.”

While you did like the idea of being paid double, you liked seeing Luna safe a little more. “Tell ya what, this’ll be our wedding gift to you both.” You blew them a kiss from where you stood at the entrance, before waving at your partner who had yanked her lance out of the ground. “Aranea, shall we?”

“Ready when you are.” Aranea drawled, and kicked some demons away from her before swinging her lance around like it weighed nothing. “Now pay attention, boys. You don’t send knights to do a witch’s job.” The runes on the heels of her boots glowed. “Draco Altitudo!” Her next jump was so powerful she left a small crater beneath her. The demons cowered, confused as they watched her disappear through the ceiling they had just dropped down from.

You breathed out and twirled, dragging the toe of your boot in a circle around you. The trail it left glowed, the energy suspending the long cloth of your robes in the air as if you were underwater before transforming them into shimmering, translucent streams of water. “Integrum degluttiat!” The words that bubbled and flowed from your mouth were clear. A command of sheer power.

“You have Astral Witches in your command?” Ignis, the cleverest of Noctis’ Ascended Knights turned to Luna with an incredulous look. “That’s impossible. The last Astral clans were decimated in the last war—”

“Evidently not, good knight.” Luna raised a finger to her lips in a gesture of silence. They had better watch quietly as her Witches were cleaning up their mess. They could learn a thing or two about real power and finishing a goddamned job.

The ground beneath the congregation of demons in the church began to crack and water began to bubble up. You blew a kiss in their direction, but instead of ending it with an elegant flourish of your hand, you mimicked crushing something in your fist. “Leviathan!” There was a roar from beneath the church, and wide jaws crashed through the ground where the demons once stood. The jaws inhaled, sucking the demons into a whirlpool and keeping them in place before disappearing beneath the water again.

“Bye-bye!” You called.

In the next instant, Aranea came down like a falling star, right where the demons were. In a spray of dark blood, they were pierced by her lance or crushed by the force of her landing. The water faded, sinking beneath the blood-stained earth. She swung around the pole of her lance a final time and landed gracefully on her feet.

It was mostly silent in the church, save for the sound of a few limbs that sloughed off broken wooden pews, slick from the carnage. You exhaled as your clothes lost their magic glow and returned to normal, although even in your natural state, there was an unearthly aura about you—it was the same with Aranea.

Luna tapped her staff on the ground to remove the barrier. The men around her looked uneasy, either from being ashamed of the apparent piss-poor attempt at securing the safety of the church or being overwhelmed by the sheer power of not one but two Astral witches. “Thank you ladies, for your assistance.”

Both you and Aranea approached your contractor with confident strides. “Anytime.” Aranea winked at Luna. “So, did we miss the important part of the wedding?” She glanced at the priest who was rocking back and forth and praying under his breath. “...I guess not.”

“We should move you both to a safer location.” The burliest of Noctis’ knights, Gladiolus, stepped forward. You could feel the aether flowing in him. Ascended Knights weren’t as unheard of as Astral witches, but their brotherhood had scaled down significantly over the last few centuries—they had gotten cocky after winning the last war against the demons. However, it wasn’t surprising that the best of the knights would be assigned to guard Noctis.

As Gladio tried to push past you, you pressed a finger into his chest to stop him from approaching the bride and groom. “Nuh-uh.” Just to get your point across, you channelled but a flicker of your power through the tip of your finger.

He sucked in a breath as soon as you touched him. It was like a pin-prick at his soul. For a brief moment, he felt what you were capable of. A teardrop in an ocean of power so deep and ancient, who knew what dwelled in the darkness beneath. He stared at you; how could a human being possibly hold such power? Was the other witch with the lance the same?

“You need to get married on holy ground to finish the covenant.” You stated to Luna more than anyone else. “The reason why Aranea and I agreed to help you was that of your conviction,” You removed your finger from Gladio’s chest and he carefully exhaled, although he looked a little shaken. “But your window of opportunity is closing fast.”

“Luna, what do they mean?” Noctis gently turned his bride-to-be to face him. “What are you planning?”

She had really hoped to have the conversation after they were married, so Luna hesitated. To have you and Aranea at her side was a boon, but she also knew it would be difficult to keep your loyalty if she didn’t come through with what was promised, even if you were friends. You were Astral witches, you had much bigger things to deal with. “I—”

Noctis watched Luna struggle, but then took her hands in his. “No, don’t worry about it. You can tell me after we’re wed.” He smiled at the flash of surprise in her expression which was quickly covered by her usual mild mask. He knew the kind of woman Lunafreya was, the kind of woman he had fallen in love with. Though at first glance she was genial and sweet, she held a fire of determination that forged a steel will. No doubt it was those traits that attracted the Astral witches to her side. “I love you—and I trust you. Whatever it is you have planned, I’ll do what I can to help.”

“Wait—are you sure that’s smart?!” The blond knight Prompto finally perked up. You and Aranea had seen him quietly and anxiously observing everything that was happening. It looked like he wanted to speak up at multiple times, but you supposed he had finally gathered the courage to speak his mind. “Not that I’m suspicious of your motives Lady Lundafreya—I mean, I kind of am, but—y’know, with the witches and everything it feels kind of suspicious?” He blurted.

Aranea snickered. “Aww, the shortcake is worried. So cute.” She purred, glancing his direction, although it felt like a dragon eyeing a mouse. “Don’t worry, we Astral witches aren’t known for backing the side with terrible motives.” Although ‘terrible’ meant something different for each person. “Once these two are wed, our protection extends to you and your brotherhood as well.”

“Who said we need protecting?” Gladiolus crossed his arms. You waved your hand at the surrounding mess of the church, letting it do the talking for you. The burly knight glowered at you and you simply winked in return.

“You might not need it now, but for the coming storm, you will.” If Lunafreya hadn’t spoken of her plans, then you wouldn’t say anything.

But you sure fucking hoped these boys would be ready for a war.

★★★★★

ED: Fly Me To The Moon [Climax Mix]

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #bayonetta au #aranea highwind #aranea #lunafreya nox fleuret #lunafreya #luna #reader insert

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wckdhook · 6 years

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A Winter’s Ball - Harry Hook

Request: Request for Harry Hook x reader. Both harry and reader like each other but Harry doesn't want to go out with reader because he thinks he'll only hurt her so at the upcoming dance, reader goes with her best friend Jay. Harry sees them dancing and laughing, gets jealous and confronts the pair only to have reader tell harry that she isn't interested and Jay is already dating someone else (your choice).

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,188

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one! Also someone please tell me they caught the Hamilton reference in the title lmao.

**** "I don't understand why you just don't ask her out?" Gil mumbled.

Gil and Harry had been sitting at a bench outside, watching as you sat under a tree studying. Harry had been trying to get the courage to go over and talk to you for about fifteen minutes now and Gil was beginning to grow frustrated. Harry had a crush on you since the moment Ben allowed more VKs to come into Auradon. He sat next to you in one class, and he took every opportunity to talk to you in it. But talking outside of class was a different story, he just couldn't move his feet to go and talk to you.

Gil nudged Harry's shoulder. "I'm being serious alright? Back in the Isle you used to talk to girls with ease. What's the problem with this one?"

Harry sighed. "I'm scared, alright?" The frustration was clear in his tone.

"Poor Harry, scared of talking to a little girl. She's just some princess or someth-"

Harry cut him off, angrily. "She is not, just a princess. Her name is (Y/N) and she is lovely." Harry's eyes drew back to you. You looked so peaceful under that tree, it made his heart smile.

"Okay. So what's the big deal?" Gil face palmed.

"The big deal is she's not just any girl from the Isle. The girls I flirted with on the Isle were just flings, I didn't care much. They all had nasty attitudes and we're trying to backstab me. (Y/N) is so different from that. She's sweet and kind and beautiful and way too good for me. I don't deserve her. I'm just a dirty old pirate from the Isle. What if I hurt her? What if I end up hurting her so bad that she's no longer sweet and loving and kind? I don't want to take any chances with that. I don't want to ruin her." Harry's eyes were on the floor and his shoulders were slumped. "C'mon Gil, let's just go."

Gil tried comforting Harry as the two walked back to their dorm rooms and called it a night.

"Class please turn to page 172 on your textbooks." The teacher ordered.

You sighed as you flipped through the pages of your Magical History textbook. You looked at the seat across from you to see Harry Hook with an empty stare looking towards the floor.

"Pss. Hey Harry. What's up?" You whispered.

"Nothing." He whispered back.

"I'm not an idiot there's obviously something up, Hook. You can tell me." You smiled.

"Well obviously I don't want to tell you so how about lay off?" He bit back.

Woah. What was his problem? You tried playing it off cool like you didn't care, but you really did. You had the biggest crush on Harry since he first stepped into Auradon. Magical History class with him was sometimes the highlight of your day. You two mostly just goofed off the whole time. And sometimes you felt as though Harry shared those same romantic feelings towards you. But his attitude towards you today proved you wrong. Maybe he somehow found out that I like him. Maybe he doesn't want to be my friend anymore. A million thoughts ran through your mind. You brushed them off.

After class ended you immediately called your best friend Jay to tell him about this. He told you to meet him at the tables outside the cafeteria. You sat there waiting for awhile until you saw Jay run up to you.

"I have the MOST amazing idea!" He yelled.

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there, Jay. What do you mean?" You laughed.

"I mean I have a plan for figuring out if Hook really likes you or not." He explained.

"I can definitely tell you that he doesn't after today. He completely pushed me away!" You grumbled.

"Who said it had anything to do with you though? Maybe something personal is going on and he just really doesn't want to talk about it. We wont find out if he likes you or not unless we try."

"So... what's the plan?" You asked.

"You know how the winter ball is coming up soon?" You nodded in response. "Well, since we know Harry's lazy butt won't ask you himself, what if you went with me instead?" You began laughing. "Seriously, hear me out. If you go with me to the ball, and we see Harry get jealous, we'll know he has a thing for you. We can find out if he likes you without even asking!"

"Okay, sounds good enough to me. But what about Lonnie, don't you want to ask her?" You questioned. Jay has had a crush on Lonnie for awhile now, but he never seemed to make a move on her.

"See that's the thing. We don't know if Lonnie likes me either. But, if she sees me at the ball with another girl and shows signs of jealousy, we'll know she likes me too. It's knocking two birds with one stone!"

"Jay, you're a genius!" You exclaimed and ran up to him, giving him a hug. "What would I do without you?"

"Probably be single for the rest of your life." He responded casually.

You nudged his shoulder. "Shut up." You laughed.

It was the night of the ball, and you were all dressed up. You looked into your mirror and smiled to yourself, you honestly looked gorgeous. Your dress was a low v-cut light pink ball gown, with simple white embroidered flowers on the bodice of the dress. The bottom of the dress flared outwards and just barely grazed the floor. Your hair was slightly curled and pinned back, and your ears had simple pearl earrings attached to them. You looked like a petal from a flower. And you felt beautiful.

You met Jay outside of the ball and smiled at your best friend wearing his black suit with a light pink tie to match your dress.

"Ready to go make some people jealous?" He asked.

"Ready." You smiled.

You both confidently walked into the ball with arms linked together, you immediately caught sight of Harry the moment you walked in. His eyes were on you and his mouth was slightly ajar.

"I think it's working." You whispered to Jay.

"Okay you sit down at a table, and I'm gonna go get us some punch. Let's see if Harry tries to talk with you." He whispered back and you nodded, taking a seat at the nearest table.

Just as Jay had suspected, Harry immediately walked up to you.

"Hello, (Y/N). You look beautiful tonight." Harry complimented.

"Thank you. As do you."

"So... you came with Jay to the ball?" His voice was on edge.

"Yes I did. Why?"

"Oh nothing.. just wondering. You know, I was also wondering if you'd like to da-"

"Hey (Y/N) I brought us some punch!" Jay cut Harry off. "Oh, hey Harry! What are you doing here? Doesn't (Y/N) look so lovely tonight?" Jay asked.

"Yes. She does." Harry gritted through his teeth. "I was actually about to ask if she'd like to da-"

"Welp better get going now, (Y/N) and I were just about to dance. Isn't that right (Y/N)?" Jay cut Harry off again and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing.

"That's right. Catch ya later Harry!" You replied, leaving Harry all alone at your table. "This is totally working! Did you see his face? He looked like a poor kicked puppy, I almost feel bad."

"Don't. He deserves it, it his fault for not making a move sooner." Jay responded.

"You're right."

"Now let's dance!" Jay laughed as he twirled you around. In the corner of his eye he could see Lonnie standing staring at you two with her arms crossed. He applauded himself at this tiny victory.

Harry stood alongside Gil and Uma and watched as you and Jay danced and laughed the night away. He was so angrily annoyed there was probably steam evaporating off his skin.

"Look at them. All happy. That should be me right there. Jay can't even dance very well, either. I could take his place so easily if she jus-" He crushed the empty plastic cup in his hands.

"Well, that could've been you in the first place if you would've just ASKED HER OUT like we told you." Uma scolded.

"I know, I know but still. What does he have that I don't. I have devilishly handsome looks, and charismatic pirate charm. What's not to love!" He flashed a toothy grin.

"Don't flatter yourself, Hook. Just go talk to her." Uma sighed.

Uma and Gil both shoved Harry towards you, and he straightened up his tie as he walked in your direction.

"Hello again, you two. Do you mind if I have a quick word with Miss (Y/N), Jay?" Harry asked.

"I don't mind at all." Jay smiled and left with a wink.

"Let's sit?" Harry offered and the two of you sat back down at your table. "So how's the dance going?"

"Oh it's going great, Jay is such a great dancer!" You over exaggerated.

"Yeah speaking of that... are you two a thing?" Harry asked.

"What makes you think that?" You innocently questioned.

"Well I mean, you both came here together. You both were laughing and dancing together. You both hang out all the time after school."

"And why does that matter to you?" You asked.

"Because it just... does." Harry replied, feeling uneasy.

"It wouldn't matter to you unless you were jealous." You laughed.

"Me? Jealous? Of Jay?" He scoffed. "Oh please. I'm not jealous of him. There's nothing to be jealous of."

"So you won't mind if I go back to dancing with him?" You sat up.

"No! Please." He ushered you back down and sighed. "Listen. Maybe I was a little jealous. But that's because I saw you dancing and laughing with Jay and I couldn't help but think that that should be me. It made me so angry to see you with him with that beautiful smile of yours, the one I should be putting on your face. I guess what I'm trying to say (Y/N) is I like you, a lot, and for awhile now too. But I understand you're with Jay and you don't wan-"

"I'm not with Jay." You replied, breathless.

"What?" Harry asked with confusion.

"Jay's my best friend. We came together to get you jealous and find out if you liked me. We also did it to see if Lonnie liked him. I wanted you to ask me but you just pushed me away when I tried talking to you in class the other day. It seemed like this was the only way to find out if you felt the same way, and I guess the plan worked. You're not mad are you?" You spilled out.

Harry felt a weight lift off his shoulders and he smiled brightly at you. "Of course I'm not mad, darling. I'm actually quite amused that you came up with this whole plan just to get me jealous. And... I'm sorry for pushing you away that one day. I thought that if I got too close, I would hurt you. But it turns out, being away from you is what hurt you the most." Harry apologized.

"And I'm sorry I made you jealous."

Harry stood up and held a hand out in front of you. "Care to dance, love?"

You swore you could feel your heart leap out of your chest. "I would love to."

"Alright, let's get all the couples out on the floor for one last song!" The DJ announced.

How cliche. Here you were with the boy of your dreams, slow dancing at the winter ball. It felt as though you were part of some cheesy teen romance movie. It felt unreal.

You hooked your arms around Harry's neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You laid your head on his chest and looked behind his shoulder. There stood Jay with Lonnie wrapped in his arms, dancing. The plan had worked for both of you. He gave you a wink and you flashed a playful smile at him.

Harry smiled to himself as butterflies flew throughout his stomach. You two swayed to the slow beats of the song as the night dwindled down, and he held you tightly in his arms as if he was afraid you would disappear if he didn't. Harry realized he didn't have to be afraid of love, he didn't have to resist feeling this way to protect you. He knew pushing you away would only cause more harm. Harry knew deep down inside that the only place he could truly keep you safe, was in his arms. So he held you close to his chest, softly ran his fingers through your hair, and placed a kiss on top of your head. And he felt content knowing that as long as you were with him, you would never come to harm.

#harry hook #harry hook imagines #descendants #descendants imagine #harry hook x reader #Descendants 2 #harry hook imagine #harry hook fanfic #disney descendants

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retro-melanin · 6 years

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Have Your Cake, and Eat It Too

what up, what up y’all? i’ve been working on this fic for awhile, and i was gonna leave it just as cute food fight fluff, buuuuut that didn’t happen lmao. i LIVE for playful chadwick so this fic is full of it. sorry for any typos and/or ruined panties

Plot: cute Sunday afternoon food fight turns into a fun time in the shower

Word count:2.5k plus

Kinks: oral sex (male and female), overstimulation, EXTREME DADDY KINK LIKE BEWARE LMAO, Dom!Chadwick

Warnings: swearing, smut (obvi), unsafe sex (raw and it’s in the shower so we’re living life on the edge ksdlfjaoerijapwie)

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Luther Vandross’s melodic voice was crooning from the speakers you had in your kitchen. You were dressed in some shorts and one of Chadwick’s old shirts. Today, you’d decided to try and surprise your lover by making a treat he’d kept asking you for. Chadwick was on the couch jotting down some ideas for a script. At least, he was the last time you’d looked up. You were vigorously stirring the vegan cheesecake batter when Chadwick snuck up behind you. His hands slid around your waist, and you let out a startled yelp. You could feel his shit-eating grin on the side of your neck. You decided to get him back by flicking some of the batter from the drenched whisk on to him.

“HEY,” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry baby. I couldn’t help myself. You’re just soooo...delectable,” he said. His voice was getting dangerously lower with every sentence. Chadwick left a wet line of kisses up your neck and along your jaw, causing you to gasp. You put the bowl and the whisk down and spun around in his grasp.

“Now listen here,” you demanded--pointing your finger into his chest for emphasis. “You have BEGGED for me to try this recipe all week! And noooooow when I have the time you wanna distract me! Nigga, which cake do you want?”

Chadwick giggled at your sass. “Why can’t I have both?” he asked while trying to pull you in for a kiss. You playfully wiggled out of his embrace.

“Because…” you mused. You turned your attention back to the batter to begin beating it again. It was almost time to pour it in the mold, but you just needed a little more air in the mixture in order to assure the fluffiness of the treat. All the while, you were paying Chadwick no mind. You began to dance and twirl around the kitchen as if you were in a disney movie, he was a disney king after all. A devious glint developed in Chadwick’s eyes. He pulled himself up on the counter of the island separating you two and slid across it. Suddenly, your lips were mere inches apart again.

“Because why,” he asked playfully.

“Because I said so,” you sang-song. Chadwick sucked his teeth and gave you this look:

“Maaaiiine that aint a reason,” Chadwick said with a pout. You giggled at his childish antics. He leaned in, and you dipped the your finger in the cheesecake mix and swiped some across his nose. His eyes got comically wide, and you couldn’t help but paint his face with more batter, hoping to elicit the same reaction from him. Chadwick retaliated by throwing flour at you. You shrieked with laughter. It was war. You dashed across the kitchen to grab at the lemon juice. You squeezed it at his shirt. He was arming himself with fistfuls of cornstarch.

“Oh you done did it now,” he said through is grin. He launched the cornstarch at you, and it went everywhere. The two of you went back a forth throwing any food item that you could reach. The food was not only all over your and Chadwick’s hair, face, clothes, but also all over the cabinets, stove, floor--everywhere! While you were taking in the view of the mess the two of you made, Chadwick came over and scooped you up. He held you bridal style and spun you around. It was your turn to giggle. He was smiling warmly down at you, and your heart swelled.

“Let’s go get cleaned up,” Chadwick said already making strides towards your master bathroom. You struggled like a cat in his arms, but he held you tight.

“We made a mess! I was trying to make your cheesecake!! ChaDWICK,” you wheezed between fits of laughter as he was tickling you now. He was watching you with both adoration and amusement.

“Thank you so so so much, but right now I just want you. We’ll worry about everything else later,” he said fondly. “Shower or bath,” he mused.

“Shower. I don’t want all this gunk in a bath...ew!” you scoffed. He chuckled yet again as he gently placed you on the floor. You began de-robing, eager to rid yourself of your soiled clothing.

“Is that MY shirt,” Chadwick asked.

“Oops,” you replied with a shrug. He rolled his eyes, and went to turn on the shower. You’d slipped the rest of your clothing off before you snuck up behind Chadwick and tugged his loose sweatpants down. A scandalized look swept across his face, and you burst out laughing. He turned on one of the many shower heads and aimed the freezing spray of water at you. You screamed and jerked away. Chadwick’s bodacious laugh filled your large bathroom, and you pouted.

“I’m cold AND disgusting,” you whimpered, trying to sound as frail as possible. You weren’t really mad, but you liked making him feel bad every once and awhile. This time, however, Chadwick didn’t fall for your antics. He was busy pulling his shirt over his head and kicking his sweatpants away from his feet. You decided to adjust the knobs while holding your pout.

“You’re fine, and you’re about to be better. You know why,” he inquired. You rolled your eyes while stepping under the now warm drizzle of the rain shower.

“Why,” you sighed. Your sigh turned into a gasp as you felt Chadwick’s firm chest against your back. His hands ran up your sides caressing your hips, waist, stomach, and finally landing on your breasts. His lips met your neck and he began leaving wet, nibbling kisses on it. His fingers took turns plucking and rolling the nipples on either breast. Between the attention he was paying to your tits and the attention he was paying to your neck, you were in heaven.

“Because….” he teased, mimicking your tone from earlier. He pulled away to grab the soap, and you let out a long disappointed whine.

“No, no, no, no, no. You don’t get to do that,” you sassed.

“You tryna distract me? Nigga, which cake do YOU want,” he kept mocking you, even if it didn’t make sense. You decided to catch him off-guard.

“Well, I don’t cake, but I am craving a certain kinda pie,” you mused as you pressed your wet body against his. His jaw dropped.

“DAYUM-,” he started, but you took his long, beautiful dick in your hand and gave a few firm strokes. He got too lost in the sensations to finish whatever he was going to say. You smirked when he let out a deep, wanton groan as he grew harder in your hand.

“Fuck baby…” he said just above a whisper through hooded eyes. You looked up with the most innocent face you could muster. A slow smile spread across his face, and you couldn’t help but get on your tiptoes to kiss him. Your lips met his in a chaste kiss, and you stole the soap from his hand while he was distracted. You began lathering it and cleaning your man. He returned the favor, sliding his strong hands down your spine. When he reached your ass, he gave powerful squeezes before giving you two hard slaps on each cheek. You couldn’t help the small “ah..ah!” that you let out.

You pulled away from the embrace, just enough to run your hand up and down his perfectly sculpted torso. His muscles rippled under your smoothing touch. He grabbed both of your hands in his much larger one just before you reached your prize. Your eyes flicked up to meet his lustful gaze.The tension between the two of you was palatable, as you both waited for the other to make a move. You dropped on to your knees and took the head of Chadwick’s dick into your mouth. Your boldness surprised him, and he let out a high pitched moan. He let go of your hands, so he could grip on to your head.

You gently raked your nails down is abdomen, to his hips, finally landing on his ass. You pulled him forward, forcing his dick further down your throat. He let out an aborted grunt, and one of his hands flew to the wall to stabilize him. It was nearly impossible to take his entire length into your mouth, so you used one of your hands to aid your mouth. One of your hands rested at the base of his dick, while you used the other one to lightly roll his balls. Something about Chad’s playful mood today inspired you to make this a messy blowjob.

You started slurping nosily. Your hand was twisting in the opposite direction of your head, and you would occasionally go further down to gag yourself a little. He was whimpering and biting the knuckle that wasn’t on the wall. You pulled off with a nasty pop. You let your tongue hang out, connecting it with his weeping slit. You alternated between little kitten licks and broad, confident strokes.

“Ooooohmy gawd,” Chadwick slurred. You tightened the hand that was on his shaft, and you sucked him back in with hollowed cheeks and wicked tongue movements. As you did, you looked up. His knees buckled, and his balls started drawing up in your hand the moment your eyes met. He pulled you off as he gasped, “shit baby, I almost came.” A smirk formed on your face. Chad let out a breathless chuckle and gently pulled your to your feet.

“Do you trust me,” he whispered once you were standing again.

“Of course,” you whispered back. Suddenly, your feet were off the ground. Your back was against the wall, your legs on his shoulders, and your pussy just millimeters away from his plump lips. You gushed when you realized how easily he picked you up, and Chadwick let out a deep, satisfied chuckle.

“Somebody liked that,” he murmured. Air grazed your wet folds with his every word. His hands on the small of your back pulled you in closer, and his tongue connected with your glistening slit. He ran his tongue up and down from your asshole to your clit over and over again, driving you mad. When started doing figure-eights around your clit with his tongue, you hissed while pulling on his curls.

“Ride my face baby,” he moaned into your cunt. You didn’t need to be told twice. You put both hands on his head and rolled your hips up to met his hungry licks. His arms were flexing as he held you up. His beard was burning the inside of your thighs, adding the perfect bite of pain to accompany your pleasure. He was gasping and moaning just as loudly as you were. Your joint moans bounced off the shower walls like a chorus praising your passion. Chadwick growled and forced your hips to his face. He sucked in your clit, and you threw your head back and screamed. You legs started shaking, and your hips were moving on their own accord.

“Ergh, oh, cha-AHHHHH,” you babbled. He could tell you were close, and he pulled off completely.

“CHADWICK WHAT THE FUUU-,” you screamed as he let go, and you slid you down the wall. He caught you when your hips were level with his abdomen. You had just seen your life flash before your eyes, and Chadwick was just standing there chuckling. Your face went on a journey from terrified, to astounded, to confused, to pissed. He watched all of your emotions unfold before him, and he kissed you when he could tell you were about to go off on him. Most of your anger faded away as soon as your lips molded together in an impassioned kiss, but your heart was still racing.

“Are you tryna give me a heart attack oooooor?” you whispered between the nips and bites you were leaving on is soft lips.

“Neva, neva….I’m just tryna keep you on your toes,” he slurred, “or should I say, off of ‘em.” He squeezed your legs that were now secured around his slim, toned waist. Your body was still orgasm deprived, so you started rubbing yourself against his slippery abs. He moaned when he realised what you were doing.

“If ya ask nicely, I might fuck you,” he said as he sucked dark marks on to your neck. His voice was growing low and gravely, and it struck you straight to your core. ‘Okay I’ll play your game Mr. Boseman,’ you thought slyly. You let out the filthiest moans your could conjure and put on your sex kitten voice.

“Please baby, fuck me,” you moaned right into his ear. He slid your hips down so that the very tip of his dick was teasing your entrance.

“I’m not convinced you want it,” he growled.

“Ahhh Daddy, please, pleeeeease I’ll be so good for you. I promise, please daddy,” you gasped in a played up breathy moan--licking and sucking on his ears in between each plea.

“Fuck.” he breathed out. He slid you onto his dick as he gave a forceful thrust up.

“OoooooOoOooOoo fuuuck, it’s that, uhf, easy h-huh?” you tried to quip, but Chadwick was already fucking the living daylights out of you.

“You know it gets me when you call me daddy, fuck,” he groaned. He rolled his hips back and snapped them forward, making his dick hit your sweet spot perfectly on each thrust. His powerful thrust had you scratching at his back for purchase. Your thighs were definitely going to bruise from the force of his grip. Everything felt to visceral and unhinged. Although you loved how Chadwick made love to you, you lived for the moments when he lost control. Your bodies were making lewd slapping noises every time your hips connected with his. His dick was pounding into you relentlessly, and you could feel your orgasm rising again. You clamped your legs around his waist and tried to met his animalistic thrusts as best you could.

“Uh, ah, fuck fuck,” you whimpered.

“You like that,” he moaned into your neck.

“Yes, yes, baby, yes”

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Your’s! It’s your pussy daddy!” you said and you felt his dick throb. “Fuck your pussy daddy. OoOooh my god.” Your cunt was clenching around him, rearing up for the orgasm of the century. Chadwick’s hips were moving at a rabbit’s pace--you could tell your lover was close too. He was too lost in the warm, wet feeling of your pussy caressing his dick to speak. You slipped a hand down to your clit, and started rubbing to match his pace. As soon as you did, your insides clenched HARD, once, twice, three times before you felt yourself teetering at the top of your release.

“Look at me while you cum in me daddy,” you demanded. His eyes shot open to meet yours, and you shook from head to toe. You both crashed down into the most glorious orgasms of your lives. Your pussy was throbbing, your clit was twitching beneath your fingers.Chadwick’s mouth dropped open and he let out cropped “shit, fuck, AHHHH, FU- FU.” You felt his dick enlarge and shoot inside you. Your eyes rolled back as you yelled out your release. He thrust in you hard while your were still trembling out your high. You started whimpering and pushing against his chest--it was too much. He kept going, and you yelled “FUCK DADDY IM CUMMING AGAIN!” One orgasm bled into the next, and you found yourself speaking in tongues.

He finally held himself against you. He put your legs down, and you leaned on the wall for support. The two of you were breathing heavy, and shaking. He blew out a shaky breath and said, “damn baby what was that.” Even though you were exhausted, you still had a trick or two up your sleeve. You gentle scooted him back, and you dropped down to your knees once again. Once you were eye level with his spent dick, you took it down to the base, and you bobbed up and down. Chadwick let out high pitch moans that almost sounded like screams.

“babybabybabybaybaplease please pleeeease, you gotta stop you gotta i CAN’T,” he was completely incoherent and at your mercy. You didn’t stop until he shot whatever was left from his beautiful dick into your mouth. When he was totally spent, you pulled off and sleepily said, “who’s beggin’ now?”

He pulled you up, and held you close. “I love you so much. You know that?”

“I sure do,” you said with a smile. Chadwick grabbed the shampoo and washed your hair and his since you were near passing out. He finished washing the both of you down before he turned off the shower. You were nearly limp in his arms as he towled you off and lotioned you. You couldn’t help but think ‘wow this man is perfect. I’m so lucky.’ He slipped your bonnet on, and placed you gently on the bed. You were falling into the beginning stages of sleep when you remembered, THE KITCHEN! Chadwick was putting on his durag when he saw you shoot up.

“Chadwick! The mess!!” you tried to articulate in your sleepy state.

“The mess will be there when we wake up. Now we rest.” he said getting into bed and wrapping you up in his arms.

“Chadwick?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you, even if you’re a little shit sometimes.”

“I know it.” he said with a smile on his face. You could still distantly hear Luther Vandross playing across the house as you fell asleep cuddled up next to the love of your life.

#Chadwick Boseman #chadwick boseman smut #chadwick boseman imagine #chadwick boseman fanfic #chadwick boseman x reader #t'challa smut #t'challa imagine #black panther fanfiction #black panther smut #black panther x reader #t'challa x reader #T'Challa #black panther

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k-liight · 6 years

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Green Hearts

wow. my first fanfiction in almost two years and it's another self-insert fic. XD well, I've been working on this PPG self-insert thing on and off for a couple months now and finished it last night instead of doing my homework, oops. small warning for swearing (mostly on my part) and some smoking (that's all on Ace lmao). this will likely be a two-shot, but hopefully someone can enjoy this first part for now!

To say that Townsville is a weird city would be an understatement. What with all the crazy things in it—giant 80’s-esque monsters, mutant animals, child superheroes, boys with green skin, even fashionable demons—this place was fucking bizarre. But I kind of like that about this city. It’s definitely a lot more exciting than my former small-town home. Sure, the zany assortment of villains makes things a little dangerous, but hey, I need a little danger in my life. Besides, I don’t have much to worry about with the Powerpuff Girls protecting the city.

Except, maybe, for the Puffs themselves getting on me for hanging out with the Gangreen Gang.

Yeah, a lot of people would say that I shouldn’t be spending time with delinquents like them. But the guys of the Gangreen Gang were the first people to genuinely care about me as a person in a long time. And from what I got from interacting with them, the feeling was mutual. We’ve got more in common than I could’ve ever thought—we’re all just lonely, misunderstood people who have been judged and outcasted just for being different. They’ve never really had any friends outside of each other, and me, well, every good friend I’ve ever had eventually cut me off. And besides, I never took part in any illegal activities with them. I just liked to hang out at their shack and eat pizza with them.

Which is what I’m getting ready to do right now. I already picked up the fresh hot pizza—I bought it with my own hard-earned money, mind you—and heading towards their dump hideout. Crazy thought, me hanging out with guys like them. I still remember the day we met. I was just sitting in the park with my headphones on, drawing like I always do and minding my own business, I turn my head away for two seconds to look at a pigeon and some snot-nosed kid decides to snatch my sketchbook from me. Of course, I took off running after the dumb brat, but I’m a terrible runner, so I basically had no hope of catching the little punk. That is, until we both came face-to-face with the green guys themselves. I basically stopped right when the kid did, but I was too shocked to snatch my sketchbook back from him. Green skin?? Was something wrong with them???

“Well well well, what do we have here, boys?” Ace taunted, staring the child down.

“It ssseemsss we’ve gotsss a loner,” Snake hissed mischievously.

“He’s got a sketchbook, boss!” Arturo exclaimed, pointing at it. That made me finally snap out of my trance.

“Actually, that’s my sketchbook he’s got,” I interjected. “Can you give me that back now, kid?”

“Nuh-uh!” the kid teased, sticking his tongue out at me. “It’s my sketchbook!”

“No it isn’t!” I yelled.

“Yes it is!” he yelled back. “My sketchbook! My drawings!”

“Art theft! Art theft!”

“Lemme see dat!” Ace finally cut our argument short by snatching the sketchbook away from the kid. The rest of the gang looked over his shoulders as he opened it up and skimmed through the pages. Their eyes widened.

“Oooooh!” Billy gasped.

“Ehh, no offense, kid, but these are way too good for someone your age to draw,” Ace said. Grubber made one of his signature raspberry noises in response.

“I think the girl’s telling the truth,” Arturo agreed. The kid turned his nose up and hmphed.

“You’re no fun!” he yelled. And with that, he stormed away.

“Eh he wasn’t no fun either,” Ace scoffed. I stood there, waiting for them to return my sketchbook to me, but instead they kept on looking through it. So, I thought I may as well make conversation.

“Hey uh, thanks for getting my sketchbook away from that kid for me,” I said, scratching the back of my neck sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ace deadpanned, not looking up from the pages.

“Thessse are really good,” Snake said.

“Oh, uhh, thank you…” I shuffled my feet a bit. I wasn’t used to people seeing my art like this.

“Thisss one’sss essspecially niccce.” Snake pressed one of his long fingers against the page.

“Which one?” I came closer to the boys to see which drawing Snake was referring to. “Oh, that one?” I asked, upon discovering he was looking at a doodle of one of my fantasy characters. “Thanks.”

“So how long you been doin’ dis thing, anyway?” Ace asked.

“Oh, pfft, long time. Since like, seventh grade, I think.” I have a terrible sense of time and my memory is even worse.

“Awesssome.” Snake crossed his arms and smiled. I side-eyed them for a second or two before speaking up again.

“…So who are you guys, anyway?”

“Who are we?” Ace smirked and shoved my sketchbook into my arms, proudly pointing to himself. “We’re the Gangreen Gang! I’m Ace, and that’s Billy, Arturo, Grubber, and Snake.” He pointed to the other guys respectively.

“Well uh, it’s very nice to meet you all!” I smiled. “You can call me Light.” I figured since most of them were using nicknames why not use mine? I held my hand out for Ace to shake, but he gave it a high-five instead.

“You ain’t so bad, Light,” he said. “Maybe we’ll sees each otha’ around sometime.”

“Yeah, see you guys!” I said as they walked away. I didn’t think I would ever actually see them again. But as it turned out, we couldn’t stop running into each other. The bank, the mall, the town square, the supermarket—seemed like everywhere I went they were there too. Usually wreaking havoc, but that’s beside the point. Every time, we would give each other a holler or chit-chat in the middle of whatever we were doing, until one day Ace invited me to their place. (Actually, it was Grubber that invited me, but Ace had to translate for me.) Of course, I couldn’t say no to that. Then one visit turned to multiple visits, and before I knew it we were constantly hanging out. I found out very quickly that word gets around freakishly fast in Townsville, and soon enough everyone was talking about the Gangreen Gang’s “little friend” (I am not little, I’m 5’10”). So it didn’t take very long for the Powerpuff Girls to find out about me, either. It took a lot of convincing to assure them that I wasn’t a threat, but eventually they got the gist. They still kept a watchful eye on me, though.

In fact, they had their suspicions when I went to pick up this pizza. Those girls, they figured out that I only carry a pizza around like this when I’m going to visit the gang. I gotta give them credit for being so smart for their age. Soon enough, I notice the gang’s little shack in sight. I quicken my pace, a little paranoid that the pizza already went cold, until I stop at the door. Since they’re used to me by now, and my hands are too full to knock, I kick the door open with my foot.

“Special delivery!” I yell enthusiastically.

“Eyy, Light’s here!” Arturo says.

“Pizza time!” Billy cheers.

The little shack is abuzz with excitement, which is nice to hear. Aw yeah, being friends with them is the best. There’s just one little problem…

“Hey! How’sss it goin’, Light?”

…A slithery little problem.

“Ooohhh, hey Snake!” I set the pizza box down, and everyone digs in. “It’s going good. Same old same old.” I can feel my face heating up already. Not good. Snake shuffles towards me and grabs a slice of pizza.

“Thanksss for getting the food,” he says, leaning against the table. Grubber gives a raspberry while smiling and flashing a thumbs-up. I’m still not fluent in Grubber-speak, but that sounded like a “yeah, it’s delicious!”

“Oh it’s no problem,” I say, taking a bite of my own slice. “And I love pizza as much as you guys so win-win!”

Snake chuckles a bit. Also not good. He slinks down in his seat, then flashes me a charming smile while patting the chair beside him.

“Sssit down.”

“Eheh, well if everyone else is sitting…” I get down into the chair, even more flustered. Shit, we’re close. I can really get a good look at his features from here. But before I can get into that, Ace plops down in the chair on the other side of me.

“Hey, Light!” He smiles with his arms wide.

“Ey yo Ace!” I give him a high-five, then another down low, then our hands interlock as if we’re about to arm wrestle. It’s kind of our secret handshake.

“What’s up, man?” Ace asks, casually leaning back in his chair.

“Oh not a lot,” I say, crossing my ankles. “Just hangin’ around.”

“Man nothin’ ain’t eva’ up with you,” Ace complains. “But boy, have we been havin’ a hell of a time lately!”

He then gets into some long, drawn-out story about fighting the Puffs or whatever, but I space out for a second to glance at Snake out of the corner of my eye. Good, he’s not looking. I turn my head a bit and dare to look at him a little more. He’s staring straight ahead of him, giving me a good view of his profile. He’s done with his pizza and now absentmindedly twirling a lock of his raven hair with a slender finger. His forked tongue pokes out from time to time, almost going past that long, pointy nose. His cheeks have a slight rosy tint, which stands out against the rest of his green complexion. His dark lips are parted just a bit. And oh man, his eyes. Those slanted, crimson eyes, wide and twinkling with ever-present curiosity and framed by long, dark eyelashes. A lot of people think he’s funny-looking, but I find him rather alluring. Plus he’s got that personality—so slick, so confident, and yet so adorable. He’s a bad boy with a cutesy side. Hell, it’s no wonder I fell for the guy. Every time I’m around him he pulls me into a trance without even trying and—

Snap snap!

“Earth to Light, are ya listenin’?” Ace snaps me out of my daze, quite literally.

“Huh?” I pull myself away from Snake to face the rest of the gang.

“I’ll take dat as a no.” Ace facepalms.

“Pay attention, you dummy,” Grubber spits out.

“I’m not a dummy,” I huff at him, crossing my arms. I know exactly what that raspberry meant.

“In her defenssse, I wasss a little ssspaccced out myssself,” Snake admits.

“Oh really?” Ace raises an eyebrow.

“What about?” Arturo asks.

“I’sss dunno. Life ssstuff I guessss.”

“Same,” I casually remark, hoping to mask the real reason for my daze.

“Yeah right,” Ace snickers. The rest of the gang, save for Snake, joins in. I glare at them. There’s no way they know about my crush—right??!

“The hell are you guys on about?”

Billy giggles mischievously. Wait, Billy? Mischievous? Something’s wrong.

“Heehee… you’re in lo—”

“Quiet, you.” Arturo cuts him off with a swift jab to his side. My stomach does about ten backflips. They do know. Shit. I’m in trouble now.

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes and grab another slice of pizza, but I don’t know if I’ll actually be able to eat it.

“You guysss are ssso weird.” Snake reaches down and grabs a soda from who-knows-where.

“Right?” I smile. “And I thought I was weird. Oh, could you get me one of them?”

“Sure.” Snake’s hair falls over his shoulders as he stretches down to get another soda. Oh man, that hair. His hair alone is enough to make me lose it. So long and sleek, and it swooshes so nicely—ahem. I need to stop that train of thought before Ace snaps his fingers in my face again.

“Here yousss go.” Snake sets the soda down in front of me. He smiles—it’s just a little smile, but it’s enough to make my heart skip a few beats.

“T-thanks…” I smile back, lifting the can with a shaky hand. God, when did it get this bad? No wonder the rest of the guys knew. Then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised; I’ve always made things so goddamn obvious. I just hope Snake himself doesn’t see right through me.

“Well now what’re we gonna do?” Arturo asks. Grubber spits out a response.

“No, Grubber, we’sss not playing poker,” Snake counters.

“Actually,” Ace begins, “before we’s get started on anythin’, I’m gonna talk ta Light for a sec.”

I gulp down my sip of soda in mild surprise. “Okay?”

“Ooohhh, you’re in trouble~” Arturo taunts.

“Shut up, shrimpy,” I taunt back with a wink. He growls as Ace and I walk out the door.

Ace leads me about 20 or 30 feet away to a piece of concrete barrier that probably served a purpose at one point but was nothing more than a makeshift bench for the gang now. We sit down, him first and then me. He pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. I never bothered trying to talk him out of smoking. In fact, he would probably only smoke more just to spite me. He looks straight ahead of him, puffing out his smoke, then he turns to look at me with a small smirk, green eyes just barely peeking out from behind his sunglasses.

“I know yous got the hots for Snake,” he says.

I immediately start coughing. I’m not even sure if I choked on air or if I’m just faking it out of nervousness. Fuck, I should’ve known that’s what this was about.

“Wha—I, haha, you’re nuts.” I casually take a sip of my soda, trying to mask my embarrassment.

“Light.” Ace’s tone is more serious than I’ve ever heard it before. He might not always be the sharpest tool in the shed, but by the very unimpressed look on his face, I can tell there’s no bullshitting my way out of this one.

“Alright. You got me. I’m in love with Snake. There, I said it.” I turn away from him and exhale sharply. “Fuck.”

“Well now that that’s been settled, I’m startin’ ta get a little tired of waitin’ for ya ta make a freakin’ move already.”

Wait, what?

“I’m sittin’ the’e and you two are oglin’ each otha’ and there’s all kinds’a tension but neitha’ o’ ya are doin’ anything and I can’t stand it anymore!

Hold up, is he suggesting that Snake could possibly like me back?? No way.

“And he ain’t gonna do nuttin’ cuz he’s too shy, so if you don’t hurry up an’ make a move I’m gonna do it for ya!”

Snake? Shy? How cute.

“Ya unde’stand, Light?” Ace’s piercing eyes bore into my soul with a commanding look while cigarette smoke blows out of his nostrils. If I wasn’t close friends with the guy, I’d be scared shitless.

“Y-yeah yeah, I understand completely. But jeez Ace, you’re talking about the actual love of my life here. You know I have poor social skills, I have to muster up all my courage just to ask a stranger for directions! You think it’s gonna be easy for me to confess my undying love to someone as amazing as Snake?!”

“Hey.” Ace claps a hand on my shoulder, shaking me a bit. “I neva’ sez it was gonna be easy. But anythin’s easia’ than sufferin’, right?”

I chuckle. “I dunno man, I’ve been suffering in other areas for years already…”

“Well we’s been sufferin’ every goddamn day of our lives.” He takes another drag at this statement. “But if there’s anythin’ we can do to take our minds off’a it, even for a bit, we’s gonna do it. An’ fo’ what it’s worth, we likes havin’ ya around, so we wouldn’t gets tired o’ ya too soon if ya dated one o’ us. Besides, Snake needs hisself a goilfriend.”

He stands up, taking one last smoke before dropping the cigarette and stomping it out with his foot.

“Damn, who knew you of all people could be so inspirational?” I shoot him a smirk as I hoist my own ass off the slab. He makes a face as he lets everything he just said to me sink in.

“I sure as hell didn’t.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then we both crack up laughing.

“Ace, ya goof…” I chuckle, holding my stomach a bit.

“Hey, I’m serious when I sez yous gotta go after Snake, got it?” He’s still laughing too.

“Yeah yeah, I get’cha.” I’m a little less nervous about the whole ordeal now, knowing that Ace pretty much spat all his advice out without really thinking. We head back to the shack, and enter to see pieces of the pizza box ripped and scattered all over the shack, with Snake and Grubber arm wrestling. Grubber has a look of concentration, while Snake’s face just looks pained.

“Ow! Ssstop sssqueezing my hand ssso hard!”

Grubber scowls and spits out something—did he just call Snake a wimp??

“C’mon Snake, you can do it!” Arturo cheers.

“Yeah, go Snake!” I join in. Meanwhile Billy throws some the torn pieces of the box up in the air like confetti.

“I leave the shack for five minutes and dis is what I come back to??” Ace flicks a falling piece of the box away from his face in annoyance. I watch as Snake struggles to overpower Grubber. They both have rather flimsy-looking arms, but Grubber admittedly has more visible muscle. His bicep bulges as Snake’s arm shakes—jeez, I hope it doesn’t snap in half. Suddenly, Grubber gains more strength and slams Snake’s arm on the table.

“Wooooooo!!” Billy cheers, stomping his feet and shaking the whole damn place.

“Way to go, Grubber,” Arturo says, clapping slowly.

“Aww, good try Snake.” I sit back down beside him as he shakes his hand.

“That wasss a bad idea. My wrissst isss gonna hurt for daysss now.”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be alright soon,” I assure him.

“Hey Snake?” Ace plops down in a chair next to me.

“Yesss?” Snake says, blinking those big red eyes. Ace slaps my back.

“Light here has somethin’ ta ask ya.”

“What?!” Goddammit Ace, why are you throwing me into this so soon?!

“I literally just told ya!”

“I didn’t think you wanted me to do it right now!”

“What did you sssay to her?” Snake sternly asks, crossing his arms.

“Fine then, don’t do it,” Ace scoffs, turning his back to me and ignoring Snake’s question. Snake raises one of his thick eyebrows.

“I am ssso confusssed…”

“Oh it’s nothing,” I lie. “He’s just being an asshole.” Well, that part isn’t exactly a lie.

“Typical.” Snake giggles a little and rolls his eyes.

I hang out at the shack for about another hour or so, then I decide it’s getting a little late. I grab one last soda for the road and make my way out the door.

“Seeya guys!” I say while smiling and waving my hand.

“Yer really gonna up and leave just like that?” Ace asks. He’s glaring at me with an irritated expression. I feel my eyebrows curve upward.

“Ace…”

“C’mon now.” He crosses his arms and taps his foot.

“Accce, quit ssscaring her,” Snake scold, hands on his hips. “Look at her, she’sss shaking.”

I am? Fuck, that’s not good. I gotta get out of here. So I make a run for it.

When I’m outside of the dump, I stop to catch my breath. Way to go, me. I just made a goddamn fool out of myself. Snake was nice enough to stand up for me, and I didn’t even say thanks? What an idiot I am. Ace was right. I should’ve just worked up the courage to ask him out right then and there when I had the chance.

part two

#fanfic #my fanfiction #the powerpuff girls #gangreen gang #self insert #snake #ace copular #big billy #lil arturo #grubber #Light herself #self ship #sanford ingleberry

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din-skywalker · 7 years

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Yandaboy

(Lmao here’s my weird but cute(?) ship. I love the idea of these two being in love, okay? Also, I headcanon that Yandere is mostly genderfluid but is usually female so um… yea. Female pronouns lmao)

(Also, warning for blood. Then again, duh, it’s Yandereplier lol):

Just like normal, she was bored.

Yandere doesn’t know why she keeps coming to these annoying meetings. They never accomplish anything and she always sits through them uninterested. Then again, nothing does ever make her too interested.

Though something that slightly spikes her interest is the fact that today the Jack personas were coming in. Something about a new persona called “Magnificent” or something ridiculous. She didn’t really care, though.

But then he entered and Yandere couldn’t look away.

Sure he was wearing something ridiculously red, but Yandere loves the color red. It looked almost like a costume with a mask and everything. Somehow, the whole thing was… appealing to Yandere. How had she not yet met this dashing man in costume?

Then again, this is her first meeting with the Jack personas. So of course she’s going to meet all of them.

She shakes hands with the others, not really paying attention to even the other demon. But then as soon as her hands touch with the red one her heart seems to unlock and she’s entranced, a strange hypnotic haze falling over his body.

“Hello!” The persona greeted with a large grin. His loud voice is a sweet sweet melody to Yandere’s ears. “I’m Jackaboy Man! But you can call me Jackaboy!”

“I-I’m Yandere…” she replied, trying to keep her voice from shaking but this man is so beautiful and she’s melting under his gaze. She’s never felt this way before.

She’s never felt anything.

She needs this man to himself.

No one else can have him.

“Nice to meet you, Yandere!” Jackaboy exclaimed and Yandere only melts even more when he says her name. Then she realizes she must be keeping a hold on the other hand too long and regretfully releases.

“You… you too,” Yandere whispered, watching him bound to the other side of the table.

And then she makes her mind up.

He will be her’s.

He doesn’t have a choice.

___

Jackieboy watches as Yandere basically skips off and he can’t help but smile. She is a fully grown adult yet she continues to have quirks of a five year old. He’s about to return home when a hand grabs his shoulder and he’s turned to face Anti. His eyes narrow as he stares at the demon’s face.

“You do know who that is, don’t ya?” Anti asked and Jackieboy can guess he’s referring to Yandere. He has a knife in his hand and is twirling it mindlessly, keeping his eyes on Jackieboy’s face.

“Yes,” he snapped. He’s never had too much patience with the demon because he’s so evil. “She told me her name is Yandere.”

“And you know what that means, right?” Anti prodded, poking Jackieboy with the tip of his knife. Jackieboy slaps at the hand holding the knife, glaring deeper at the demon.

“Isn’t it just a name?” He questioned and the demon laughs loudly.

“Idiot,” Anti stated, laugh cutting off abruptly. “You shouldn’t talk to him. You wouldn’t like how he really is.”

The demon then walks away, leaving no room for more conversation. Jackieboy watches him go, unsure of what to think of this warning. The demon sounds wary of this person but, he’s lying, isn’t he?

Perhaps he should stay wary around Yandere as well.

___

They had been about to fire. She was sure she was a dead man. But then there was crashing, a flash of light, and then she was being carried away by a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist. She slowly opens her eyes and nearly faints at the sight of Jackieboy’s face just above hers. His face is focused as he carries her and she feels so special because he’s saving her.

They land on a roof a few minutes later and Jackieboy slowly places her feet on the roof and removes his hands from her side. She already misses his touch.

“Are you okay, Yandere?” Jackieboy asked her, looking her up and down. She can’t help but blush even though she knows he’s only checking for wounds and such. “Did they hurt you?”

His attention is completely focused on her and she can hardly handle it. He’s worried about her. He’s looking at her. “I- I’m okay,” she stuttered even though she is not because he is right there. But then again that is also the most amazing thing. And she has to check. “Are- are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” Jackieboy said with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest triumphantly. She wets her lips as she watches his movements, memorizing his patterns. He’s so beautiful. “Would you like me to take you home? You maybe afraid, still.”

She doesn’t even care if that would take him from his job. “Yes please!” She exclaimed even though she’s still so afraid to be right beside him. He smiles at her and it’s so beautiful her breath catches in her throat. He reaches a hand out and she’s so afraid to touch him but she takes it anyway and his touch is amazing on her skin. It spreads through her and it’s just amazing. He lifts back into the air and she’s floating now, too. Her eyes widen and she looks down before grinning.

“We- we’re flying!” She exclaimed excitedly and she here’s him laugh and the noise is wonderfully beautiful.

“That’s one of my perks,” Jackieboy pointed with a soft chuckle. She looks up, watches his beautiful face with beautiful lighting along framing it. Her breath catches and she can only watch, hypnotized by the beauty carrying her.

They reach her house not much later, much to Yandere’s disappointment. She’s set back down and she watches Jackieboy nervously. She doesn’t know what to say. Her throat is tight, words stuck formed in her throat.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Jackieboy beat her to speaking, giving her a smile and a wink. “We should hang out some more.”

“Y-yeah!” she quickly agreed, nodding. His smile grows to a grin and he nods.

“See you again soon,” he said and leaps off.

“Yeah…” She whispered to herself, heart still beating quickly.

___

It had been in a flash of blank thoughts and anger filled emotions. She hadn’t been expecting that. She hadn’t really felt anything before and now already in one day she’s felt three new emotions. Love and happiness, because of Jackieboy, and now… what other people call anger because of the person Jackieboy had saved.

How dare she be saved by him. How dare she touch him.

He belongs to Yandere. No one else.

She had followed the lady home with ease, sticking to the shadows and slowly following. And then she got in even easier: the lady left her window open. She crawled inside and as she passed through the kitchen she grabbed a knife. She hadn’t known what she was doing at the time. She had just been lead by her emotions- something she was not used to.

And then she was looming over the lady’s bed, the knife gleaming in the moonlight pouring through the window.

In one swift motion she stabbed the lady repeatedly through the chest, ignoring the way she screamed. Finally she stopped moving and screaming and Yandere could stop stabbing. She tilted her head and stared at the dead woman now, reaching down and poking her pale face. Is she… dead? She must be.

Yandere looks down at the knife in her hand, the blood dripping from it and to the floor. Then she looks at the bits of black hair falling into her eyes. She has always thought her hair is quite dull the way it is. Maybe she could use the blood…

She grabs a jar and collects as much blood as she can in it and then leaves the body where it is. No one would probably notice. She returns home and walks to her bathroom, ignoring the sounds of Wilford and Dark fighting in the background. They do that all the time. They don’t gen notice her, of course. She heads to the sink and begins the process of dying her hair. She knows how to do because she’s seen not only Mark but also Wilford do it so many times.

She finds that blood makes really good dye. Her hair is a vibrant red. She loves it.

The next day she sees Jackieboy again, of course. This time he sees her as well and smiles to her. Her heart flutters at the beautiful smile directed her way. He walks to her, eyes locked on her hair.

“Your hair looks nice,” he said and her eyes widen because he likes it. She unconsciously twirls a strand of hair with a finger nervously, smiling up at him. “It really suits you, Yandy. You should keep it.”

She would. He likes it.

____

“Yandere, I came to tell you-” he had been so excited to see the Markiplier ego, the one he maybe developing a crush on, too. He had been excited to tell her the news of his new job, that they could go to a fancy restaurant together. But all words died in his throat as his eyes land on the sight before him.

Yandere is bent over the man he’d saved earlier that night, a long and thin sword in her hand and sticking through the skin of his neck. Blood covers her hands, her shirt, the man’s neck and the floor around them. Blood is everywhere and Yandere’s eyes widen as they land on Jackieboy, a strange fear he had never seen in them. But… also an anger. A hatred. A terrifying hatred.

She drops the body and sword and straightens up and his breath catches as the still body hits the floor with a low and squelchy thump. Her hands fly up and he can see from here she’s stiff, breathing quick.

“J- Jackie!” she exclaimed with the familiar stutter she always has in her voice when she speaks to him. Her eyes dart to the body and she kicks it, as though she’s trying to hide it. Bile rises in Jackieboy’s throat and he wants to throw up. Not because of the gore. He’s used to that. But the fact that the blood is staining Yandere’s hands… “I- I didn’t kn-know you were- were coming. Wha- what are y- you do- doing here?”

He can’t talk. He’s too shocked by the sight before him still. He never would have thought that Yandere…. But why? Finally he clears his throat and shakes his head, trying to clear the shock from his system. “Yandere…” he spoke and he can see Yandere physically flinch at his tone of voice. He’s keeping it flat, cold. She shouldn’t have… why would she…? “What the hell are you doing?”

She shifts on her feet and only now does Jackieboy see the way her normally docile and shy filled red eyes are glowing dangerously. She’s so opposite of how Jackieboy has always seen her, thought of her. She fidgets with her still blood soaked hands, fingers sliding over one another and he has to do his best to keep the stern look from breaking off his face at the sound of blood squelching on her skin.

“We- well,” she began and her voice is shaking even more and he can tell that she’s terrified of him. That’s good after she did this.. What the hell… “Y- you s-see,” she pauses to clear her throat because her voice had sounded dry. Her illness must be getting worse. He’d be worried if they weren’t in this situation, “he- he ye-yelled at- at you. He- he told- told you he- he loved- you.” Her eye twitches and she gestures to the still bleeding body behind her. A twisted grin is spreading across her face and she looks fully insane. “So- so I had- had to cut- cut out his vo-vocal cords!”

And then she pulls something from her pocket, holds up two white muscles and Jackieboy gags at the sight. She’s holding his fucking-

“Yandere…” he whispered because he doesn’t know what to do or say. He can only stare at her, feeling fear creeping into his stomach. She tilts her head and drops the vocal cords, grin faltering. “You killed a man…?”

She’s shaking terribly and he can see her swallow as she shakily steps forwards. “N- not just- just one,” she stammered and Jackieboy’s heart stops. Her pupils are too small, that grin is returning. “I- I’ve killed ev- veryone who- who tried to- to take you away from - from me!” Her hands clench at her sides and her entire head twitches, almost like Anti’s does when he’s glitching.

“What the hell does that mean?” Jackieboy demanded and grabs her shoulder when she’s close enough. He feels her wince beneath his tight grip, can feel each wave of trembling pass through her entire body. She slowly meets his gaze and he can hardly return the look. “How many people have you killed?!”

“I- I’-m not sure any- anymore,” she replied with a shrug despite his tight hold. He can feel the bile returning to his throat and he has to swallow heavily to keep it down. This is not good. “I- I lost count- count after te- ten.”

He slowly lets her go, straightens up as he processes this. “Yandere…” he said, voice hardly above a whisper. He stares down at her and he can tell that she’s intimidated. “You know that’s a crime. You know that I have to take you to justice.”

Her eyes widen and her hands fly up, grabbing his shoulders now. He doesn’t flinch, keeps his gaze down upon her scared face. His heart aches for saying this but it’s true. “N- no!” she yelled and his ears ache at the volume her voice has raised to. His heart breaks at the panic in her tone. “I- I killed them for- for you! Because they- they were trying to take- take you aw-way!”

He shakes her head and she bites her lip, draws away. “No, Yandere,” he said and tears are in her eyes. The red glow is dimming now and returning to the usual amber hue. “You killed them because you wanted to, didn’t you? Because you’re a murderer.”

She flinches once more and she’s shaking her head frantically, grabbing at his hands. But she avoids her touch, not wanting the blood on his skin. She sobs and the sounds tears at him. “Th- that’s not tr- true!” she screamed and her voice is so shrill, high pitched and it nearly gives him a headache. “They try- try to- to take you- you away!” She pauses as another sob tears through her throat, interrupting her. Jackieboy watches her struggle to speak, keeping his stern face. “I- I love you, Ja- Jackie! I… I’ve never- never loved anyone be-before! Except- except for you… You- you make- make me feel-!” she cuts off again and angrily rubs at the tears and snot pouring down her face. “I kn- know there’s- there’s something wrong- wrong with- with me. But- but I- I don’t feel unless- unless it’s my- my love for- for you!”

The explanation makes his heart crack even further. He can tell she’s telling the truth in the way she stands, in the way she cries and speaks and it hurts him to no end. But it’s still hard to wrap his head around this new and confusing information. “So… you can’t feel unless it’s your love for me?” He clarified and she quickly nods, hands clasped together. There’s some hope in her eyes and he doesn’t want to crush it. “Then why do you kill?”

“B- because!” She screams once more and her hands go to her hair, taking her fingers through and tearing at it. “I- I am so- so afraid that- that they’re going- to - to take you from me!” She cuts off, stares at him with tear filled eyes. “That’s another emotion I feel now: fear.”

He swallows heavily and he doesn’t know what to do. What do you do in this situation? She’s obviously mentally disturbed. Why else would she not feel unless it’s for him? Why else would she kill over this fact? She needs some kind of help… he needs to help her, doesn’t he? She needs his help to become somewhat “normal” again.

Jackieboy slowly reaches up and gently grabs her wrists now, coaxing them open and away from her hair. She draws in a shaky breath, watches through puffy eyes. She sniffles, snot pouring from her nose.

“I believe you,” he informed softly and her breath catches and she sobs once more. She starts to hiccup because of her strong emotions in this moment. “But you can’t kill people, Yandere. Because I wouldn’t want anyone else except for..” he trails off. Would this help her or make her stronger in her jealousy of others? He decides. “I wouldn’t want anyone except for you.”

Her eyes widen and he thinks for a second that her eyeballs are going to pop out they’re so wide. She breathes shakily for a full five seconds before she fully bursts into tears, flinging herself at him. He hardly catches her, hardly wraps his arms around her.

“I- I’m s- sorry!” She cried into his shoulder and he swallows heavily, eyes landing on he person she had just killed. They’d have to hide the body… he feels terrible. He couldn’t believe that he was helping with this murder. That is very unjustly. But, Yandere needs his help now. He straightens a little, bringing her up further and he hugs her tightly. “I’m sorry!!”

He doesn’t say it’s okay. Because it’s not okay. “I will help you,” he whispered to her instead, licking his lips because he already knows this is going to be very difficult.

He has to reform a psychotic murderer. This is going to be fun.

____

Yandere runs up the flight of stairs she had seen Jackieboy Man land on the top, wanting to meet him up there so that they fly home like they’d been doing. She’s so happy that they’ve been together like they have been for a while now and she loves it so much. She pushes the door to the balcony open and rushes inside. She’s about to call out to her senpai but-

She skids to a halt, heart stuttering to a complete stop. She can already feel her world shattering around her as she stares at the scene before her: Jackieboy holding the woman close, her lips pressing against his- they’re kissing kissingkissingkissing senPAI IS KISSING SOMEONE ELSE-

Her eye twitches and she can already feel the uncontrollable anger heating her face, her lungs and chest. She growls softly and this seems to catch Jackieboy’s attention because he pushes the woman away and throws his hands up in the air.

“No, wait, Yandere!” He exclaimed and he can hear the desperation in his voice. “It’s not what you think- she-”

“Why are you apologizing to that bitch?” The woman asked, draping her arm around Jackieboy’s shoulder. There goes another tick. Her head snaps back and forth and her hands curl and unfurl at her sides, imagining the skinny woman’s thin neck between her fingers. “I’m obviously the better choice, Jackie.”

She can’t stand it anymore, the anger, the hate, the urge. But she also doesn’t want Jackieboy to see her kill again. He’d hate her. She claws at her face and then turns and runs away, all noise fading except for her cracking heart.

She would hunt down that bitch later and make her pay.

It was late that night when Yandere knew Jackieboy Man would be asleep that she went to the bitch’s home, stalking silently through the night. She easily picks the lock to the house and slides in, quietly shutting the door behind her. She pulls her katana from its sheathe and lets it drag across the floor, the sound of it scraping along the tiles reaching her ears. It’s the only noise she makes.

She easily finds the bitch’s room and opens the door, stepping inside. The time is currently 4 AM so of course she’s tucked in bed, sound asleep.

She wouldn’t be much longer.

Yandere walks to the edge of the bitch’s bed and grabs her shoulder, yanking her from the bed. The bitch lets out a noise of surprise as she falls to the floor, blankets tangling around her legs. She groans softly and then looks up, eyes widening at the sight before her. Yandere continues to hold the katana by her side, the tip of the blade resting on the floor.

The bitch chuckles, oddly finding this situation hilarious even though she’s about to die. “Oh, look, you’ve come to kill me, haven’t you?” She asked with a loud laugh. “As if you have the balls to-”

Yandere cuts her off by grabbing her around the neck and slamming her to the wall, pressing the sharp edge of her katana to her leg. The bitch cuts off abruptly, breathes turning to deep shutters now.

“You kissed my senpai,” Yandere whispered, pressing the blade in further. The bitch hisses through her teeth, one of her eyes closing. “That is not allowed. He’s mine.”

She drops the katana. She had brought it more for show then anything. What she planned to do to the bitch required a smaller and more precise choice of weapon. Not the long and shrewd abilities of the katana. She grabs a smaller knife and raises it to the bitch’s lips, digging the point just beneath the skin there.

“Because you kissed him with these lips, I will remove and burn them,” Yandere continues to whisper, keeping her red and glowing eyes locked with the bitch’s dull and trembling brown. The bitch’s breathing had quickened and she’s trying to struggle but Yandere is using her unnatural strength. Luckily for her being a made up character gives you this kind of strength. “And then, I’ll cut your heart out and feed it to my wolves.”

She’s just beginning to cut into the top lip when she hears: “Yandere, stop.” Her entire body stiffens and she can’t move. Why was Jackieboy here? Her body begins to tremble because no he’s not supposed to see her she had been doing so well with her jealousy he couldn’t know she was slipping up again- “Release her, please.”

Yandere looks over her shoulder, breathing quickening when she sees Jackieboy. She looks much like the bitch she holds now- terrified. “B- but she- she-” she stammered but Jackieboy cuts her off:

“I know, Yandere,” he said with a sigh, shaking his head and she can basically sense his disappointment from where she stands. His eyes narrow and he crosses his arms. “But that doesn’t call for this. Now put the knife down, or I’ll make you,” he pauses and his expression softens in the slightest, in apology, “you know I will.”

She swallows heavily because yes he would. He had when she was first trying to get over her jealousy and she’s sure he would now. She looks to the knife in her hand and forces her fingers to uncurl, watches as the knife falls through the air and hits the floor beside her foot. The bitch is still shaking and all she wants to do is strangle her.

“Good, that was good,” Jackieboy said form behind gently and his voice is music to her ears. “Now, let her go.”

Yandere looks back to the terrified bitch, arm holding her up now trembling terribly as well. She wants to let go, she wants to so she could please Jackieboy. But her hand won’t release. “I- I c- can’t,” she stammered and she can already feel a tear rolling down her cheek. “I- I don- don’t want t- to.”

“I know,” Jackieboy continued in that gentle tone and she’s being lulled by it, soothed. He’s still so far away, though. “But let her go. Do it for me, Yandy.”

And that nickname gets through to her. Yandere rips her hand away and the bitch falls to her knees. She steps away and Jackieboy rushes forward and quickly drags her out of Yandere’s reach. Smart, really.

“Y- you saw that!” The bitch yelled and Yandere’s eye twitches and she’s having a hard time controlling herself again. “H- he tried to- to kill me!”

“Please, be quiet,” Jackieboy stated none too gently and she can hear him walking towards her. “I’m trying to help her.” She can her the emphasis on the last word and it fills her with joy, tears her thoughts from her tearing the bitch’s heart out.

Jackieboy is behind her now and grabbing her shoulders gently, running his hands up and down her arms. She leans back into him, craving his touch. “You did good,” he whispered to her, resting his chin on her shoulder. She shakes her head.

“N- no- I sti- still tr- tried to ki- kill her!” Yandere cried out and she doesn’t remember starting to cry.

Jackieboy’s arms wrap around her stomach and she loves him so much. “But you didn’t,” he points out lightly and kisses her cheek. Her heart flutters and love fills her from toe to her nose. “And I’m proud of you.”

Her heart swells with her own pride now.

He’s proud of her.

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Okay, so these are sort of random each. And experimental writings. I wanted to see how it was to write in the POV of a yandere and I think I did good. Let me know if it’s good and if ya’ll want more!

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