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nekowriteshaikyuu · 3 years

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- mistletoe with middle blockers -

𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 , 𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 , 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦 ,

— slight nsfw, fluff, not proofread

word count : i’m so lazy to copy and paste so uh..alot u^u

a/n : it was so difficult having little to no connection at home, but all’s good now ! anyways this was pretty last minute but nonetheless, i hope you guys enjoy this !! decided to create this after impulsively buying the christmas dlc for mystic messenger aksksk. also i tried to write for more than one person so yeah, do give me any feedback so i could improve:) ngl writing kuroos’ is so heartwarming, his one is the best out all three uwu (that’s why is a little longer lolol) anyways enjoy and merry christmas !!

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𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕜𝕖𝕚

he’s not really into christmas because of the blinding lights that littered everywhere, so he often stays home

his house is no where near festive so you’d hang some decorations every single day you come over.

on christmas itself, you saved the mistletoe last to kind of give off a finishing touch

tsukki would just mock you when you constantly jump to hang the mistletoe by the door, in the end he helped you and sighed because he know what’s coming.

“yaay !!” you threw your hands up in the air, eyeing on the last deco that was put up. tsukki leaned by the door, hands crossed over as he stared blankly on the floor. inching a little closer, you looked at him with your gleaming eyes, hinting him.

“i’m not kissing you.” he said coldly, walking away from the door to the kitchen. you pout as you trail along behind him, begging for even just a peck on the cheek.

“tsukki please ~ it’s christmas !!” your arms cling onto his as you rubbed your head onto it. tsukki wasn’t reacting much but inside, he’s dying by how adorable you were to desperately beg for a kiss. he wouldn’t mind kissing you, but he know very well that the minute his lips touch yours, there’s no way it will end then and there. he sighed as he took a sip of water, slowly getting annoyed by your constant whine and you pulling his sweater.

“stop pulling my shirt.” you eventually let loose before stomping into the room and closing the door shut, the mistletoe dropping to the ground. tsukki slowly made his way back and noticed the fallen mistletoe. picking it up, he opened the door slowly before hanging it back. you sat on the bed, face smooshed into the pillow as you laid completely still. he sighed, before walking up to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out.

you groaned, trying to pry from his grip but only for him to tightened it. he stopped by the door, having a moment of thoughts

“you don’t have to do it, i’m not asking anymo-” you couldn’t finish your sentence before tsukki turns to face you, cupping your cheeks and pecking your lips. you stood there, your face burning up and turning red. tsukki pushed his hair backwards before picking you up and throwing you to the bed.

“i knew this was gonna happen, you’re gonna accept it no matter what.” taking his glasses off, he glared down at you, his brows furrowing.

what a night you could say ~

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𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦

this guy- istg.

any mistletoe, like any, EVEN THE ONES PLACED INFRONT OF A BUSY MALL, he’d sneakily give you a kiss.

your face will burn like hell but aint gonna lie though you liked it alot

he’ll go out to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close to him, giving you a very long and passionate kiss

so long sometimes people just awes the both of you and wish you both the best of luck (you’re face will be as red as a tomato by now)

every year, he’d always hand you a gift after kissing below a mistletoe, just to spice things up (what a gentleman uwu)

maybe this year...i guess you could say you’ll never forget this year’s christmas. ever.

walking around the mall with your hand intertwined with your boyfriend’s, it was the most romantic date out of all the dates you’ve went with him. you could have spent your day at his place, binge watching every christmas movie he downloaded online. but he felt a little special and decided to bring you out to see the lights and do some shopping here and there.

you stopped after eyeing on the huge christmas tree deco that was centered at the mall. you pulled out your phone, dragging kuroo in as you snapped pictures of the both of you with the beautifully lit tree as your background. you heart melt as you take short glances to your boyfriend who was smiling as you snapped the pictures. after a few takes, you switched the camera around to take pictures of the lights and your surrounding. you were so engrossed with the atmosphere you weren’t aware of what’s was anticipating upon you.

you felt a hand gripping onto your arm and pulling you back. turning, kuroo only smiled before his eyes looked up. you followed his eyes to see the little plant hanging above the both of you. your cheeks grew red, knowing very well that he’d devour your lips even if you both are in public. kuroo took your phone from your hands, pocketing it into his coat. his hand snaked around your waist, while the other cupped the side of your cheek. his face slowly inched closer to yours, feeling the tip of your noses touching each other. your eyes were shut close as you felt his soft lips colliding with yours. as per usual, the kiss was slow, passionate, filled with love. you could hear couples behind aweing the both of you. a rush of embarrassment started to creep upon you, making you try to pull away from the kiss. it only made kuroo deepened the kiss, his grip around your waist tightening. after a solid seven minutes of endless love, he broke it off, his eyes looking straight into yours. you gave him a weak smile, still slightly embarrassed that this all occurred in public. he tucked your hair that was covering your face, lifting your chin up slightly higher to see your every feature.

“i love, y/n.” he said cheekily. you only lightly punched his chest, before saying it back. he took a step back away from you, pulling a small black box from the inside of his coat. oh my god. is this really happening? is it what you think it is? you watched every move he did, where he got down on one of his knee, slowly opening the box revealing a diamond ring nicely tucked in the sponge placed inside. a swam of people soon crowd around, some with their phones out recording.

“my dearest y/n, spending my high school years with you till this very day has never once been a bore to me. every moment, i cherish it. every memory, i kept it secure within my heart. you are my everything, and for that, i want to create more memories with you, each better than the one before. “ he took the ring out the box, reaching out for your hand.

“y/n, will you marry me ?” you could the lights reflecting from his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. everyone crowding around slowly waited for your respond, some clenching their hands into each other in hopes of this public engagement to be successful. you giggled, a tear shedding from your eyes. you looked at kuroo, stepping a little closer to him, before nodding with a smile pasted on your face.

“i would love to.” the crowd was cheering, applauding as kuroo slipped the ring onto your finger. he got up from his kneel, pulling you in for a hug. you sighed in relief as you bury your face onto his chest.

“god, this is embarrassing !!” you screamed into his chest, bringing him to laugh while caressing your hair.

hands down, this was the best christmas day ever.

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𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚

honestly, he has never once walk by a mistletoe.

n e v e r

either he avoids it or just pays no attention to it

with that, he doesn’t get why couples kiss in certain locations that has a small plant hanging above them.

you thought you could use this as an advantage to get him to give you a little kiss.

you went to the deco shop and bought a mistletoe, hiding it in your bag as you went back into the dorm he was living in.

you waited for a perfect time before you could pull it out and kiss him

but i guess not all plans work out, huh ?

“satori !!” you cheered as he opened the front door, his smile growing just as you arrived. he let you in, closing the door behind him before plopping back in bed, reading his weekly shounen jump magazine. now is the perfect time. you quietly took the mistletoe out of your back, tiptoeing you way behind tendou who was busy reading. you held the mistletoe above in between both of you, preparing youself. you cleared your throat loud and clear for tendou to hear, which worked and he turned around.

you inched closer, eyes close as you slowly move closer to tendou to kiss him.

“wakatoshi ?” he said before moving out of your way, making you fall face flat onto his pillow. you groaned, turning to realise wakatoshi was standing at the door. tendou walked up to him, conversing away as you lay on the bed, upset that your plan did not work. you toyed with the mistletoe on your hand, tempting to throw it away. you were downplayed the idea of kissing him. despite dating him for over 5 months now, he never really showed much affection aside from hugs or just head pats.

after a while, ushijima left the dorm after handing tendou a gift. tendou turned to see you in the midst of chucking the mistletoe in the bin, which caught his attention.

“oh ? isn’t that the plant thingy that couples kiss under ?” you were surprised he knew despite not seeing one is real life. he walked over to you, taking it from your hands and observing it. he was mesmerised, fondling with it for a while. he placed ushijima’s gift on the table before resuming to inspect the little ornament.

you started to grow a little annoyed that we was taking too long playing with it. your hands were crossed and one of your knee popped out as you spoke in a very cold manner.

“look, it’s trash, just throw it out.” to your surprised, tendou stretches his arm that was holding the mistletoe up high above, before his lips pecking yours. his sudden action kind of caught you off guard. you could not react fast before he smashed his lips back to yours, a hand snaked around your waste to pull you closer. your hands cupped his cheeks as you slowly melt from the kiss. you’ve anticipated this long enough and now you got it.

tendou broke the kiss, chucking the mistletoe straight into the bin before pushing you down to the bed. he hovered above you, his hands caging you. he lowered his body closer to yours. you shiver slightly which made him grin from your reaction.

“you were hoping for this weren’t you, hmph?” he whispered to your ear. this was a whole new side of tendou you’re experiencing. however, you were rather fond of his more dominant side, instead of his cheerful loud side he portrayed since the beginning of your relationship.

your noses touch, his lips slightly brushing over yours. he got back up, removing his shirt before tossing it to the ground and caging you back with his hands.

“i guess our christmas is gonna be a wild one, huh?” he giggled before nibbling on your earlobe.

i’ll let your imagination roam further~

but let’s just say, you were satisfied at the end despite your plan backfiring<3

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xtoothless · 3 years

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One Match

This is my first TommyInnit / Reader one-shot. Second POV and you play Cake-Wars with Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur.

Pairing: You/Tommy

Word Count: 3,707

Summary: You play some Cake-Wars with a couple of your comfort streamers :)

Ao3 Link

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[TommyInnit is Live]

You clicked on the notification from Twitch so fast you thought you broke your mouse. It was 4 pm in your hometown of Elkhart (1), Wisconsin. School had ended a few weeks before for the kids, including for you; your Junior year. You were to be a Senior next year, your last year of high school. Most everyone was outside enjoying the weather of mid-June, the warm sun lighting the fields where kids played and adults watched or played along. It seemed like everyone was outside enjoying the sun. Except you.

You were in your room, watching a live video from one of your comfort streamers; TommyInnit. The 17-year-old British blonde from the UK. Like most, you never had any bad days when you watched his streams. Whenever you did have a bad day, it seemed like one of your comfort streamers knew and hit that "Go live" button.

Tommy was playing Minecraft with a couple of his friends - a couple of your comfort streamers - WilburSoot and Tubbo. They had just started a new survival world, to see who could speed run the quickest.

The chat on the side of the screen exploded with their answers. A lot said Tommy, others said Tubbo, and a fair amount said, Wilbur. You thought they were all very good at the game but considered it was down to either Wilbur or Tommy. Wilbur was the calmest about it, being quick but also taking his time. Tommy was a ball of chaotic fury; trying to be quick but stressing about beating the game.

"Wha- How the fok does Will already have diamonds?" Tommy screamed, trying to get his character to mine the iron in front of him. You smiled at the screen as he joined Wilbur's voice channel to yell at him.

"Well, Tommy. You just- you just gotta get good at the game." Wilbur's voice said through Discord.

Tommy leaned back, his mic quieting the sound of him groaning in annoyance, "Ughh, fok off, you little- you know what?". He left Wilbur's voice channel and went to Tubbo's.

"Tommy?" Tubbo's small voice echoed through the channel.

"I say we team up against Will." Tommy started, making his character jump out of the cave and mine more spruce wood from the mountain he was on, "Look- he's already got diamonds m'kay, let's work together."

It took a second to hear Tubbo's reply. "...okay?"

"Great. Do you have any iron?"

As they all continued to play, you left to use the bathroom and grab snacks. On your way down the stairs, you rubbed the warm back of your black and white kitten (2) that was sitting on the windowsill. Once out of the bathroom, you check the kitchen cupboards for any snacks.

You found a bag full of fruit candies, caramel suckers, and some off-brand chocolate bars. They were technically your fathers, but he wouldn't notice if some were gone. You grabbed a handful of each and a can of Coca-Cola that was in the fridge. You then ran back, your kitten following up the stairs.

Once you were seated, you continued to watch the stream with your kitten purring in your lap. Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo were all trying to fight blazes in the Nether. Tommy already had 4 blaze rods, while Tubbo had 1.

"Tubbo, kill that blaze-" he then screamed in fright as his character caught on fire, "Foook! There's one behind. Dammit Tubbo." he then laughed as Tubbo also screamed in fright.

You laughed as you turned to your second monitor and loaded up Minecraft. Your computer loaded it up fairly quickly, given that you were also watching the stream that took a ton of internet to watch. Given that, you decide to play CakeWars. As you joined the round, you looked at the stream as all three made it to the end.

They all teamed up and were trying to fight the endermen and the ender dragon. Your attention was on your own game that you didn’t realize they had killed the ender dragon and were now declaring victory. Tommy took all the credit as Wilbur laughed. Tubbo giggled and then hit Tommy’s in-game character with his own.

With that, they decided to play servers. More specifically, the same server you were going to play CakeWars in next. You failed to notice when your screen flashed with the red lettering, “Your cake has been eaten.”

"Dammit!"

Your teammates tried their hardest to stay alive, but unfortunately, the Yellow team was stronger with their armor and weapons. As you tried to run away, one threw an ender pearl and teleported in front of you.

Using your iron sword, you tried to defend yourself, but their diamond enchanted sword dealt more damage to your leather and iron armor; you died after a couple of hits. You groaned in frustration as you quickly hit "new game". Your kitten got up and sat by your monitor, staring at the loading screen before you pushed him toward his bed.

"Hopefully my teammates are better next round."

You joined a new game, too focused on that to see that you were on the same server as Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo. The game started saying that you were part of the blue team. You looked over at your teammates and read their names. It took you a second until you recognized Tommy's skin and the name "TommyInnit" over his head. "Oh, my god." You looked at your other monitor and saw that Tommy was looking at your character (3).

"Hello, [Your Username]." His character punched toward you and crouched a couple of times.

"Hi!" Tubbo's character punched toward you too.

You crouched back, punching at all three. Wilbur nodded up and down, crouching all the same. You typed into the in-game chat and typed only to your team. "I'm honestly kinda freaking out right now, ngl."

Tommy read it out loud before laughing, "Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of. I see you're a woman- you all know how much I love women."

You heard Wilbur sigh and Tubbo laughed from the stream as you replied with, "Yes, Tommy, we know how much you love women XD."

He read it out loud and laughed, "I like this one. Hey, [Your Username], do you have a discord?"

Your hands began to shake and get clammy as you read it over a couple of times. As you collected your bricks to upgrade, you typed, "We win and I'll give it to you."

Tommy ran over to the villager selling things for bricks as he read it, "Okay, guys, we need to win. If we do, I'll talk to a girl!"

That made you laugh, as you covered your cake with endstone and blue wool. The chat on the side of the screen exploded with "Women POG", "TommyInnit talks to a woman???", and - your personal favorite - "Tommy simps over a probably 6-year-old". You laugh out loud as a dono pops up, talking in a robotic voice.

"Tommy, that could possibly be a young girl. Maybe you shouldn't hit on her?"

Tommy stumbled over his words as Wilbur and Tubbo laughed and agreed. To save him, you type, "Don't worry chat, I'm 17, thanks for looking out for me though X'D".

As the game progressed, your team had two emerald points, endstone, obsidian, and blue wool covering your cake, and all members decked in diamond armor and a diamond sword. The other three teams were fighting each other as your team collected and planned your attack. Tommy and Wilbur were going to attack the middle point while you and Tubbo guarded your cake.

They set off as you and Tubbo collected the bricks and emeralds beside your cake. The two of you just crouched and punched at one another until they came back. Tubbo continued to laugh on stream and Tommy questioned what was going on.

"Me and [Your Username] are just crouching at one another," Tubbo responded, laughing as you jumped and punched at him.

As you leaned back and closed your eyes laughing, you heard footsteps in your headset and quickly grabbed your mouse. A red member in full leather and an iron sword was running toward your cake. You appeared in front of him as Tubbo finally realized and screamed quietly. In a couple of hits, he died, barely taking away three of your hearts.

"Tubbo? Tubbo, what happened?" Tommy asked, panic in his voice.

"There was a red team member attacking our cake. But [Your Username] attacked 'em." Tubbo explained as they got back to their island.

Wilbur came up and jumped in your face, punching at you, "Good job, [Your Username]"

"Thanks." You typed, then another message, "I have a feeling we're gonna win this, but I don't wanna jinx."

You heard Wilbur laugh, "Don't worry. Let's just let the other teams fight and then join later."

"Yeah, we can sweep up what's left of them!" Tubbo agreed.

You nodded in-game, collecting the nether stars below you. As soon as you reached 10, you upgraded your resources. You also wanted to get protection but then the green team had taken the middle point.

"Here you go [Your Username]" You heard Tubbo say through the stream. You crouch in response as a cluster of nether stars were thrown at you.

Soon after, Wilbur and Tommy did as well. "Let's be honest, [Your Username] is more responsible - other than me, of course," Tommy said.

"Then why don't you take them?" You typed into game chat, challenging the blonde.

The other two laughed as Tommy stood in front of you crouching, "Okay, fine. Given 'em back bitch."

"Because you called me a b****, I'mma keep them." You said, walking over to your ender chest and putting them inside. You looked at Tommy and crouched once before covering your cake with more wool.

"Way to go, Tommy, you made her mad," Wilbur said, crouching, having his back to you.

You laughed once more, falling back into your seat before typing, "I'm not mad, just playing." You retrieved all 12 of the nether stars and upgraded your protection twice.

As you turned around, you saw a green member - decked in diamond armor - bridging toward your island. You race to the edge and crouch, punching in their direction. They looked up and punched at you, as three more green members also in diamond armor appeared behind him.

Tubbo alerted the other two and they all crouched at the edge, sword in hand. You clicked on your bow and shot an arrow at the first player. The ringing of a hit echoed through your headset as one got hit back.

The one you hit looked back up before his teammates switched to ender pearls. You back up, guarding your cake as you watch the green eye fly through the air.

You ignored the screams of the others on stream as you focused on one green member. They turned as you hit them a couple of times in the back. As they took off around your island, you ate a golden apple and chased after them, cutting them off and landing another blow.

They turned and tried to hit you, but didn't realize how close they were to the edge and fell. You turned your head to see your teammates fighting off the rest of them. Tubbo was losing a fight by a player who was continuously eating apples. You ran over to him and hit him. Distracted, he tried to fight you but Tubbo's blade had killed him.

"Thanks [Your Username]!" You heard Tubbo say as Tommy stopped screaming. The rest of green had fled or died. Wilbur had said nothing during that all while Tommy's mouth never seemed to shut. But you've been watching Tommy for so long, it didn't bother you; if anything, it made you laugh as you fought.

Wilbur's voice echoed through the stream, "Everyone good?"

Tubbo and Tommy said "Yes", while you nodded in-game. Your cake was never harmed, so you didn't need to rebuild. All your teammates were fine, other than Tubbo was missing more than half of his hearts.

You all collected emeralds that were still popping out from the ground. Everyone was stocking up on ender pearls and golden apples, roughly a stack of blue wool and arrows. As you closed out of the menu, you heard the sound of breaking blocks as the game said, "Everyone's cake has been eaten."

Tommy gathered you all around and said some "inspiring" words, "It's just 3 Red, 2 Green, 2 Yellow, and us left. We are the largest, therefore, we should be able to win this. Besides, we are probably the best PVP-ers in the whole match."

"Don't get too cocky, Tommy." You typed to them, crouching and uncrouching once.

Tommy laughed and then shrugged on camera, "Well, he's always cocky." Wilbur’s response came through.

"Hey, you fooking- never mind. Let's attack yellow, they're closest." Tommy said, before turning back to you and Tubbo.

You nod as he led the three of you down the one-block road and to the middle point. One yellow member in iron armor was trying to capture the point from red but panicked when they saw you coming. You ender pearled in front of them and started your attack. They got distracted with you that they couldn't fight off Wilbur from behind.

"Let's goooo!" Wilbur yelled, running down the three-block path to Yellow's island. The last person panicked when they saw the charging diamond armor and tried to ender pearl away. But the ender pearl hit the side of an island and they fell to their death.

"Now I feel bad." You quickly typed into game chat.

"Nah, there's nothing to feel bad about, it happens," Tommy responded to your message. "Now, let's attack Green."

The four of you charged forward as Red and Green were fighting. Tubbo yelled out and you all stopped. "Let's wait to see how this plays out." He said as you agreed.

For the next few minutes, you watched as the red team shot at Green as they tried to bridge across. You kept looking around, always cautious if another player tried to scare you.

A green player got knocked off their bridge and the other was attacked by a red who threw an ender pearl. "Okay, [Your Username], shoot at them to get their attention. You guys ready?"

Once everyone said they were, you looked down and started building up while crouching. As soon as you got about 8 blocks high, you selected your bow and aimed at the nearest red. You heard the ringing of the bell as the arrow hit them. They all turned to look at you as you started to dig down. An arrow whizzed past your ear as another hit you, making your character fall 6 blocks.

Your teammates all stood in front of you as the red team came charging. Eating one of your many golden apples, you started to regain health.

Wilbur fought one Red member with an enchanted diamond sword and enchanted diamond armor. Tommy attacked one member in full enchanted diamond armor and sword, who was building up, which reminded you of Fortnite building. Tubbo and you attacked the last one you was full enchanted diamond armor and sword. Your team had protection 2, but no sharpness on your swords.

All the sounds around you were swords swinging, characters jumping back from being hit, and Tommy's screaming coming from the stream. You hit the Red member repeatedly, while Tubbo stood back to heal.

You were down to about 6 hearts, your armor protecting most of your body. Trying to get away quickly, you started to build up; you were dangerously close to the edge. Making sure your character was okay, you started to shoot arrows from above.

However, you didn't see the Red member who was fighting Tommy ender pearl up and shoot an arrow at you. "[Your Username]! Look out!" Tommy yelled as you were hit.

Your character fell off the pillar and down toward the abyss. Having only a second to react, you quickly hit your ender pearls and threw one at the pillar. It connected and you teleported. You quickly placed a block underneath you, surviving with 3 hearts.

"Ohhh! Oh my god!" You screamed as you ate two golden apples. "Holy shit!"

As you hit 8 hearts, you joined the battle. Tommy was on 2 hearts and was being chased. You ender pearled behind him and attacked the Red member. Tommy must have had gotten him low because you hit him with two swings and he was dead. Tommy stopped running and saw you. "You're alive??" He seemed shocked.

You crouched a couple of times, nodding. "You gotta tell me how later."

You nod once and turn to help your friends. As you returned with Tommy behind you, you saw that Wilbur was fighting one off and the other had just knocked Tubbo off the edge. You heard him scream as he fell.

The red member saw you and quickly ate a golden apple as you charged him. You managed to hit him a couple of times in a row and his character got punched off the edge. At the same time, Wilbur had just killed the last Red member.

You heard the "Let's goooo!" from the stream and jumped up and down.

You quickly pulled up discord and got your information before pulling up Instagram on your phone. You found Tommy and opened a chat, sending him your discord. All you had to do was wait for him to open it.

You also added next to the link, "Wait till after stream."

As a new game was 20 seconds from starting, you realized that Tommy was talking to you. He wanted you to join another game with them. Of course, you agreed and you all selected the green team.

A couple of hours went past and it was getting later and later. The sky outside darkened and you heard your parents coming home from work. You were an only child, so no siblings were trashing the house with their stuff.

Your kitten kept sitting in front of your screen, watching the particles in-game. You accidentally let the yellow team eat your cake and then died trying to defend it. Wilbur has just died as Tommy and Tubbo ran for their lives.

But unfortunately, they had to succumb to defeat and Tommy had to end the stream. As he said his goodbyes to chat, you closed out of the stream and stared at your phone. You waited for it to go off, but it didn't. Not until then minutes after.

When it eventually did, you were on your PC playing Overwatch. The match had just ended, so you checked. It was a discord text from TommyInnit.

You calmed your inner panic before opening your phone. You accepted his buddy request with no hesitation. Another message went off and it had one single word. "Call?"

At that very moment, you heard your mother shout out to you. You turned back to your phone before responding with, "Yeah, sure, just give me a minute."

Your mother wanted you to eat dinner; which was macaroni and cheese with chicken nuggets (4). You took a plate to your room and set it down on your desk, watching your cat. He seemed to ignore you but you knew he was waiting for a moment when you're not looking.

You opened your phone and typed in your chat that you were back. Almost a second after you sent it, you were getting a call from Tommy. You accepted the call and said, "Hello?"

"Okay, well, hi- sorry, I really want to ask. How the fuck did you pull off that bow and arrow kill earlier?" You heard his voice on the other end. He seemed nervous but also knew exactly what he wanted to say.

You laughed, "Well, I've always been good at archery. On video games, of course, not so much in real life."

"Hm, archery. That should be my next vlog- but anyway! How did you survive that first round? I saw you fall. Was it lag?"

"Nope, I had ender pearls. I just used one quickly. To be honest, I was as surprised as you were. I was not expecting it to work." You responded as you picked up your cat who was trying to sneak over to your food.

As the two of you talked, a smile never left your face. You two laughed like you were old friends greeting each other for the first time in years. You kept battling your kitten, which entertained Tommy. You talked until it was 9 pm in America. You previously found out from school that it was a 5-hour difference between the US and Great Britain.

"Wait, wait, wait, Tommy? Isn't it like 2 in the morning for you right now?" You asked after he hummed.

"Uhh, no- wait, yeah, yep, yep, it is. That explains why I'm so tired-" he started laughing which in turn, made you laugh.

"Ugghh, I should probably go to bed." He yawned midway through his sentence.

You nodded, although he couldn't see you, "Yeah, you yawning is making me tired."

"Oh, I'm sorry, well, it was nice meeting you [Your Name], and um, maybe we can play sometime soon." You heard him say.

"Yeah, it would be fun.” You said, “I would love to play some more sometime. I’m sure you can find time in that “Busy schedule” of yours.”

You heard Tommy laugh from the other end, “Well, I mean, I’m not that busy. But we’ll see. Don’t tell anyone, but more vlogs are coming soon, so, I’m pretty busy this week.”

“Alright, I won’t keep you up too late. Goodbye Tommy, it was nice meeting you.” You said.

“Yep, you too. Goodnight!-” he ended the call as he dragged out the last of his sentence. You leaned back in your chair and looked at the ceiling, a smile on your face. That day was one of your best days.

You were definitely looking forward to the next match you would play with TommyInnit.

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oppabimbab · 4 years

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maybe, it wasn’t right | kim taehyung

genre: heavy angst, tiny bit of smut, break up

starring: taehyung x reader

synopsis: when you thought everything is perfect, you are destroyed by your own imaginations. when that day, you realised that it wasn’t you in his mind anymore, you were stucked between staying and leaving. somehow, you don’t want a goodbye but why does staying seem harder than anything now?

words: 4248 words

side note: many of you said that you guys got a good cry from my first fic which is let you go and i thought i wanted to give it another try in this new fic. it has almost the same settings but a little bit different. its been a while since i wrote my prev fics so here we go.

recommended songs: hold on - chord overstreet ; shine - kim ez (i listened to this when i wrote this one)

It’s been a year ever since you and him shared the first kiss that would tingle your lips every time you think about it. Who would have thought that kiss would change things between you and him? It was a year ago where he made it clear that he wanted you. Not anyone else but you.

The relationship you shared with him was beyond beautiful. It was hard to actually describe how it felt like to you but indeed—the love you shared with him was amazing. Taehyung was that person who would make you feel that type of love—without actually chanting the endless I love you’s. He didn’t know how to be romantic mess with those fancy dinner on the tallest building in the city or he barely gives you any crazy expensive diamonds on your birthday. He didn’t do that because you told him not to.

You didn’t care about anything else because he gave something more than that. A security. Taehyung will always make sure you feel secure every time he pulled you into the tightest and warmest hug he ever had. He is there, to make sure your worries will go away when he wipes those tears, streaming down your cheeks. His presence—it represents security you ever need. You had no idea you needed it until he gave it to you.

It’s even crazier every time you caught his eyes—making him to stare back at you every time he had the chance to do so—you feel safe. His eyes spoke thousand love and million adoration. You didn’t know how to put this into words but every thing about him made you secure and guarded. His warm presence, you didn’t want to let it go.

You weren’t sure what made you fell this much? Was it because of his eyes?

His eyes—God, they were beautiful as hell. They were nothing spectacular in general but why did they make you froze on your feet every time you met them? Why did you feel lost in his eyes every time he stares at you? They sparkled like a night art every time lights strike into his brown orbs.

Was it his smile?

His smile—oh, there is no way you would want to look away when that boxy smile plasters all over his lips, making your heart blooms like a Spring.

Was it that kiss?

You still remember the way his lips sealed against yours, bringing his hands on your back—securing you to be in his arms while you rubbed your small thumb on his cheeks, to bring him closer. The space was disappearing as he hated any space between you and him when he kissed you. You remembered it too well when you could feel his smile as he deepen the kiss—telling how good your lips taste like against his. Like it was made for him. Just for him.

How could that tiny moment send so much tingle under your skin?

Nothing fancy. Just two people are in love with each other—kissing, dancing like the world is fading.

The weird thing is, world seemed like it was fading away from you when he was around. There was no one but you and him. You didn’t care. If universe was fading from your vision and leaving you helpless—as long as he was with you here, you know everything will be just fine.

Nobody had any idea that you would be this deep in love—not even you. It might be cliche to say that you have never loved anyone this deep but it’s somehow true. You never knew what love was until you met him. Nobody taught you what love actually is until God sent him to you. Taehyung gave you more than just a love. He gave you the honesty and trust that nobody have given to you before. When you thought love is that cliche shit that would hurt you no matter you tried—he didn’t do that to you. No even a chance.

Taehyung found you and bring you back home. He collected those scattered trust back into whole piece. That’s kind of love you ever wanted.

“It’s crazy,” he panted—breathing heavily as he rubbed his rough hands along your bare back. The sweat made strand of hairs covering all over his forehead.

“What is it?” panting on his shoulder when you couldn’t feel your body anymore, a soft whimper escaped your lips as you tried to catch your breath after the intense fuck you had with him. Chills running under your skin when he leaned closer and kissed your shoulder softly. There was a short silence.

“I’m so in love with you. It’s crazy,” a soft deep voice filled the room.

You giggled. “Why?” you asked

“I don’t know. I’m just....in love,”

“I love you,” he added. Short sentence but it meant more than just a world. It felt deeper than just a sea. It sent million butterflies to your whole body.

“I love you too, Taehyung,” you whispered softly—inhaling his scent. This was perfect.

Everything seemed perfect to you. The world seemed like a perfect movie to you so you chose to brush off those invisible thorns. God made you blind, made you thought you had everything in your hands—you really did until you sense something that you had no idea it would break you, this much.

You no longer felt his presence even he was right there across your eyes. You no longer could feel the tingly sensation from his touch even he was there, touching you like he always did. His laugh and smile, they used to sound genuine when you were around but why the hell you barely sense any feeling in them? Where did it go?

Every time he came to your place, he no longer runs giddily at you like a little kid before pulling you into your favourite place—his embrace. He no longer leaned against the wall, eating some random chips he stole from your fridge and tells you how crazy his day was, while you were there, cooking his favourite dish.

He barely annoyed you or made you whined like a baby as he forced you to dance with him in the middle of night.

By time, the colors you have painted with him, have faded—leaving everything becomes dull. Tasteless, colourless.

The hardest part to swallow is, he was there, sleeping beside you but why did it feel like the whole room was filled with his absence? Where did he go? Fear crept into your skin because deep inside, you never wanted to know why this was happening to both of you. You never wanted to know why his eyes have lost its soul when he looked at you. You really never wanted to know what did you do wrong.

“Is everything okay with the boys?” you asked him quietly when you saw the chance even honestly, you had no idea when was the right time to do this. You stared into his eyes, hoping to find the answer you were looking for.

“Yeah. Of course. What do you mean?” he cocked his eyebrows, glancing at you for few seconds before averting his gaze from yours as he got the attention back on his laptop. Your heart clenched. It was really different.

“I thought you have been different these past few days. Did I do something wrong?” you whispered, voice became small and distant, not once breaking the eye contact. You wanted him to look back at you with the same eyes he had few months ago. He did but not with the same eyes.

“Baby....No, everything is fine. I’m sorry if you felt that way,” he ditched his stuff and came closer—towering your vulnerable self under his tall figure. For few seconds, you felt him. Again after a while. You felt his presence again after being left alone.

“I’m just tired...uhm with the works,” he added to ease the stiffness in your whole body.

“I love you, you know that right?” with desperate voice, you said. He nodded.

“Yes. I know,” he smiled, pecking your nose but you wanted more than that. His words. You wanted more.

“I love you too,” he replied. Oh, he heard you. You bloomed again.

Every thing became perfect again. It’s as almost as perfect as it was before so again, you lived in your perfect movie that seems to be filled with your delusional fantasy. When you thought you were about to break, he came to pick you. When you thought the wound was slowly grating on your skin, he put the bandage on it. He would always be that kind of person you fell in love with.

You thought everything was perfectly fine but the thoughts were crushed by your own expectation when you saw a woman rushing out from his apartment, clanking the heels on the ground as you standing there, few feet afar like a statue.

She had tears all over her eyes and cheeks, streaming down to her chin. Her cheeks flushed in pink under her skin, biting down her lower lip to refrain herself from sobbing at 12 am. When she disappeared from your sight, you still had no idea how to process this new information. You couldn’t feel your legs and body when the fact that, a woman just came out from his house. Who was she? Why did she come out from your boyfriend’s house? And why did you feel nothing but pain?

That night, you left silently with so much tears, staining your face. You wanted to know why she was there, with swollen eyes. You wanted to bang on his door and screamed for his explanation. You wanted to tell him why the fuck he did that to you but you couldn’t do that.

Ever since that, her image never left your mind. You remembered how beautiful she was. She was tall and slim. Her hair was long, looked like a silk coloured in deep brown. Her body was no where close to you and it made you furious. Her face? God, she looked ethereal. She was really beautiful but why did it make you feel small? She was his ex-girlfriend. His first love.

At nights, you would curl silently on your bed and bawled your eyes.

You started to look at yourself at the mirror and wonder why you barely had what she had. You tried to find where did you went wrong, where did this went wrong. What have you lost? What have you missed? Did she make him happier? Did she make his heart race? Did she make his eyes, sparkle in love? You stained your pillow with so much tears and painful sobbing as you stared at his name on the phone screen, calling you. The name used to make you screamed in joy but where did it went wrong?

As time went by, you realised that the relationship was barely there. No affection, no souls, no presences. Both of you knew about that but none of you ever spoke out. He came home to you just to say hi and then, he disappeared. He called just to tell you that he wouldn’t be coming because he felt tired or maybe, he just didn’t want to. Sometimes, he stopped coming at all and just like that, the spark between you and him died.

Was it coming to end? Was this the end?Every time the thought came in your mind, you stained the pillow again with endless tears of the endless nights. You didn’t want to let him go. Not yet, not forever. Every parts of you wanted him and you were very sure about that. You still craved for him and the thoughts of letting him go, feel like somebody just stabbed you on the chest. That hurts so bad. So bad. These killed you inside, to the point, you felt nothing but fear.

But, no matter how you despised the idea, somehow, you knew you needed to do that one day. And that day came faster than you ever imagined.

You saw her name on his phone. You saw a smile crept all over his face. You heard his genuine laugh, filling the space—that laugh you have lost these past few weeks. You saw the happiness in his eyes. He looked genuinely happy but not with you. You were there but he didn’t share the same happiness with you because here, you felt like million thorns under your skin and thousand tears pooling in your eyes. You didn’t know when did it started but for sure, both of you have lost this relationship.

You moaned out loud when he found the sweet spot inside your core. Gripping onto both of his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist, you filled the room with your whimper and moan every time he thrusted inside you. The bed creaked, in sync with his move. Taehyung leaned to your body and planted wet kisses along the neck.

He breathed against your skin as he quickened the pace. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation—cupping his face inside your hands. God, making love with him felt like a heaven. He felt so good, he made you feel so good every time he kissed your body—telling you how beautiful you were. He said your body was beautiful and you didn’t believe him. You didn’t until he made you.

“Baby, fuck. You always feel this good,” he growled as he looked down to your messy face. Tucking the hair from your face, he stared straight into your eyes with his darkened eyes. Your body arched when he pumped harder—moaning as both of you exchanged such deep eye contacts.

“Taehyung....,” you cried out, bouncing under him. He bit his lower lip, humming to your calls.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“So good. You...Ah! you made me feel so good,” your body bounced aggressively as his pace quickened for both of you to reach the climax. He groaned in pleasure when you clenched around him.

“Yes. Yes. Like that baby,” his breath hitched as he noticed you were building up the intense knot inside your stomach. He pumped harder and rougher. You cried—calling nothing but his name over and over again.

“I’m so close,” you squeaked.

The next second, your body jerked and flinched when you cum around him—spilling the white juices around his cock before it stained the bed sheet. Scream was echoing the room as your body still flinched before he filled his release inside you. Both of you were panting hard, catching some air to fill into your chest, with him still on top of you.

Taehyung leaned closer and kissed your jaw. He had that habit where he would nuzzle on your neck after sex and kiss them. You bring your hand to his hair and pulled him tighter. You inhaled his scent and rubbed your thumbs on his nape as he kissed your jaws. It lasted for few minutes before you caught his eyes.

That damn eyes. You stared at him and he smiled down at you. Oh, fucking handsome. Taking his face into your hands, you rubbed your small thumb on his dreamy eyes, his cute cheeks and his lips. You let out a small giggle at the small mole on his nose. He was gorgeous.

To this day, you still flinch as of you weren’t being in the reality. It made you flinch to think that you were lucky enough to have this man’s heart. Just all for you.

“That was amazing,” he whispered to you after few moment. He always said that every time you both made love. You nodded and smiled. With him, everything was amazing.

“Taehyung....” you rubbed his cheek while the other hand, played with his wavy hair that covering his eyes. His chest vibrated as he hummed, making yours feel the same.

“I love you,” you almost lost your voice when you said that. It was small and vulnerable just like your heart, you wonder if he noticed that. You saw his face changed for few seconds when you said that before a small faded smile appeared. The universe seemed to fade when you saw no one but him. It was the world where only you and him existed.

��You know that right?” you added, just like the last time.

“I know you do,” he nodded with that colourless smile. You wanted more than that so you let him finished. But, there was nothing.

“Thank you,” he added and you knew, it was real. There was no I love you from him. You have lost it. You had no idea where did it go but sure, it hurts like hell.

Staring into his eyes for few seconds before you pulled him into the deepest kiss you ever had with him. You took his face inside your hands and kissed him like there was no future—savouring his mouth against yours while holding the tears that have been pooling in your eyes. You didn’t know a kiss would hurt this much.

When you let go, both of you panted hard again. He looked down at you, confused and clueless. Probably wondering what came to you this night, something about you was different tonight. You met his eyes again. That brown orbs. Why were they so beautiful even at times like this?

“Taehyung....” you called him and without words, he stared back at you, trying to read your eyes. They felt different.

“I’ll let you go,” you weren’t sure if your voice was heard by him but swear to god, part of you was crushed into million pieces and you had no idea how would you carry it back home.

His pupil dilated—he looked at you, completely in disbelief.

“You can go to her. I’m letting you go,” you added with a broken smile while you took every image of his face into your system because for sure, you wouldn’t be able to do that tomorrow.

This was crazy because the last thing you wanted to do in your life was to let him go. It happened way too soon and your heart ached a lot.

“I just wanted to know where did it went wrong,” you spoke as you sat at the edge of the bed—fully dressed just like how you came to his place few hours ago. You looked down to your feet, pretty sure you had no courage to look at him again.

There was a silence.

“It was all my fault,”

“I don’t want you to blame yourself. I just want to know the reason, Taehyung,” you tilted your head and saw him again. There was inches of guilt on his face but it didn’t make you feel at ease.

“I still love her,” he voiced out while staring at you. You had goosebumps.

“I thought when I have you, her presence won’t do shit on me but it does. My heart still races every time i see her. I still want to see her even i should go and fucking stay with you. I still......fuck. I still want her even i shouldn’t,” he ran his hands through his hair—looking devastated and guilty while you were here, staring at him in disbelief and betrayals.

You tried to figure out but it seemed like somebody just had taken your soul away. Your heart—if it was a glass, you could see how scattered it was on the floor. After all these while, you were right. He still loved her. Your biggest nightmare was finally come to reality.

You looked at him—trying to get yourself together even you were second away from breaking down.

“So, our relationship was a lie? Everything.....” you stopped, catching some air.

“....everything that you did to me.....was a lie?” your voice almost broke as you couldn’t contain the pain inside your chest.

“I thought you loved me,” the voice, it faded.

“They were all true. I swear to god I have loved you but....I know I can’t love you the way I loved her no matter how hard I’m trying. She was my first love. I’m really sorry,” he took your eyes into his and you swear to god, you wanted to disappear. This was too humiliating and you wonder why God put you in this situation.

You have lost at words. Your lips parted but nothing came out from your mouth because for real, you have lost everything. The sense of humiliation, betrayals, pain. They kept confusing you.

“Why did you let me in if you still love her this much, Taehyung? Why did you make become this complicated for us?” your voice became small again. There was a huge pain in it. Pure sadness and heartbreak.

“I don’t know. This is too confusing. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that to you,” he replied.

Both of you met each other’s gazes for few moment.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you,” after few minutes of being silent, you spoke. You gathered all the courage to look at him one more time before you leave.

“No, please. It’s not your fault. You know that right?”

“No, it is.. I’m sorry if everything about me wasn’t enough. I’ve tried, Taehyung. Everything to keep you. I love you so much...” part of you broke at the last part before you continued.

“...that I wanted to give everything I had for you but today I realised that....I’m still not enough but she is. I’m really sorry if i made you to be in this relationship when you supposed to be with her. I’m sorry,”

Your eyes pooled with tears—making your vision became blurry and teary. Every thing about this was unfair. He was silent and that was it.

“You should’ve told me earlier that it wasn’t me you wanted so we wouldn’t hurt each other like this,”

Wiping the pooled tears, you stood up—taking your stuff. Your legs felt like a jelly. How the fuck were you going to go back home with this state?

“I’ll go get the rest of my things in few days. Goodnight,” you stormed out from his room—bringing your pathetic self out of his house even you wanted to cry in front of him. You wanted him to see how broken he made you feel like and how deep this wound has become.

You were crying like crazy as you drove yourself to your home and remembered the horror on Wendy’s face when she saw you, looking this miserable. She looked devastated when she saw you in this state but for real, you were more devastated than anything in this world. No one broke you as much as he did.

That night, you buried your face on the pillow and screamed your heart out. Tears kept falling down to your cheeks—staining them endlessly through the empty night. The pain, you had no idea how to put that into words because no words could describe how painful it was. They felt like burning thorns.

Your chest clenched and you could feel the pain in your heart every time you breathed. How could he do this to you? How could he give you the world, also the one who broke it? How could he pull you to him also the one who pushed you away silently?

Those things he did to you—you thought they were real. You thought when he said he loved you, they were real. You really thought those hugs and kisses he gave to you were real. You thought everything was real but they were not. Clenching on the blankets, You cried out when the painful thoughts came across your mind.

Your skin tingled every time you remember how he touched you. Those seemed real. You were blind.

But, you still wanted him even you were the one who walked away. You still craved for him even you were the one who broke up the relationship. But, what was the point of you staying when both of you were suffering? How crazy it was like when you were leaving his house even deep inside, your heart was screaming for him to stop you from leaving. The painful part—he didn’t do that.

You told yourself to never beg for someone to love you but this time, you were desperate for him. To love you.

You wanted him to love you. Love you just the way you loved him. Want you just the way you wanted him. Somehow, you knew you weren’t enough for him to do that. All these while, you weren’t enough for him from the very first start.

He didn’t love you. He loved her. That scattered you into pieces. What did she have that you don’t? Was it because you weren’t beautiful enough? Your efforts weren’t enough? Your love wasn’t enough? You have tried but none of them were enough.

You sobbed into the pillow—crying, screaming, wailing and trying to let out the pain that have been crawling inside your chest but nothing made this pain go away. It felt like a fire burning your heart into ashes and leaving you helpless.

God, what to do? What are you going to do with this broken pieces and being this deep in love with him but all you needed to do was forgetting him. You had no idea how you going to erase him from your mind when you still loved him this much.

God, this was just too unfair.

The night felt longer and colder—you wished it was just another nightmare. But, it wasn’t. Both of you have lost each other. Perhaps, it was only you who lost him.

PS: I hope none of you will ever experience this. And if you have been in one, I’m sorry, you deserve a whole universe. I have been in one and istg, it broke me a lot.

Let me know if you want a sequel. Comment or reblog! I’ll make it happen

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jordswriteswords · 4 years

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Enjoying the asks and prompts, loved Pure Gold, a masterpiece, could I possible toss something in the kettle as well, 166 with 150?

“Fuck me.”

“Why are you naked?”

“What on earth are you wearing?”

“Oh...this is new.”

“Anyaaaaa,” Lexa whines to her sister, “what am I supposed to get Clarke for our anniversary?”

Mindlessly flipping the pages of the magazine, Anya asks, “What do you mean?”

Lexa fidgets on the couch. She pulls her feet up underneath her just to put them back down. She runs her hands through her hair and then knots her hands together, clearly distraught. “I don’t know, like, she, like, I, ugh, I just don’t know what to get her.”

Unperturbed, Anya asks without looking up from the page, “Are we thinking of a trip? Dinner? Money? You gotta give me something here Lex.”

Lexa’s cheeks burst into a hot pink and she chews on her bottom lip.

Finally, after a prolonged silence, Anya pulls her eyes up to meet her sister. Recognition immediately hits her. “Oh. Oh god, no.”

Cheeks aflame, Lexa whines, “Anya, don’t make fun of me.”

Clearly flustered, Anya puts the magazine down on her lap and runs her hands over her face. “I’m not,” she says. At Lexa’s raised eyebrow she repeats the phrase more aggressively. “It’s just weird. You’re my sister. Don’t you have any friends you can talk to about this?”

Lexa lifts one shoulder while she continues to chew at the skin of her lip. “I mean, I could talk to Costia,”

Anya rolls her eyes. “Yeah, let's not talk to the girl who secretly wishes she was bending you over the table.” She throws the magazine at her sister on the other end of the couch.

Lexa rolls her eyes right back. “She does not.”

A pained, exasperated sigh leaves Anya’s mouth. “Right, anyway, fuck, okay, I guess this is really happening.” She closes her eyes for a second, gathering her wits. “Okay,” she says, slapping her hands on her thighs. “let’s go to that store then. And don’t get all weird or I’ll punch you.”

Lexa springs up out of her seat, the wayward magazine falling to the floor. “Oh my god, Anya thank you so much!”

***

Clarke sighs for what must be the tenth time in the past hour.

“Oh my God, Griffin, if you don’t just tell me what the fuck you’re sighing about. And don’t say ‘nothing’ because the only thing you sigh about this much is missing Lexa and it can’t be that because we literally just left an hour ago.”

Clarke sighs again, then cringes at the look Raven gives her. “Honestly Rey, it’s just... I have no idea what to do for my anniversary.”

“That's it? Jesus, fuck, Clarke just bang her til she screams. Boom. Solved. You’re welcome.”

Clarke rolls her eyes at her best friend and swats at her arm. “It’s just that we’ve been together for a while…”

Raven shrugs flippantly. “So then bang her til she cries.” She pops a jellybean into her mouth from the bag on the coffee table and lays back on the couch, impish grin on her face at her suggestion.

Suddenly, Clarke blurts, “I think I want to propose.”

Raven chokes on the jellybean and immediately falls into a coughing fit. Clarke pats her on her back to coax her through it, cringing at the fact that she is the reason.

When she finally catches her breath, Raven responds - eyes leaking tears, “Oh, oh god. Okay, wow, I guess this is happening then. Jesus. Okay, let's head over to that store then. And don’t get all weird or I’ll punch you.”

***

Lexa: I can’t wait to see you tonight. I have a huge surprise for you <3

Clarke: Me too, love. I think my surprise will be memorable. xoxo

***

Lexa stands from the couch, the leather uncomfortable against her hips.

She sits back down. Still uncomfortable.

She stands again and paces until she’s behind the couch, her left hand leaning against the cushions for support. “Like what you see?” She asks, then mentally scolds herself.

Nope, definitely not.

The rubber shifts and hits her leg and she winces at just how awkwardly uncomfortable she feels.

Why did she let Anya convince her to buy this outfit? She paid a pretty penny for what appears to be only a Leather X that covers only her nipples and leaves her entire crotch exposed. Thankfully (or not) she purchased some leather underwear that could hold the - what she thought was a bit much - dildo that came with it.

In other words - she feels ridiculous.

Lexa adjusts her nipples to stop them from peeking out of their covers as she stands in the living room, nervously awaiting her girlfriend to get home from her suddenly extended shift at the hospital.

She hopes that Clarke isn’t too tired, otherwise this will all have been a waste.

The leather chafes at her skin and she wills the door to open with her girlfriend on the other side so she could focus on something other than the sweat forming under her squashed breasts.

As if her prayers were heard, the key in the door turns, snapping Lexa to attention in more than one way. She internally groans when the rubber hits the inside of her leg again at the sudden change in posture.

“Hey, Lex are you ready for our - why are you naked?!”

“What on earth are you wearing?!”

They speak at the same time.

Clarke grips her flowers tighter as her eyes widen, taking in the sight of a very naked Lexa as Lexa takes in the sight of her. Clarke is dressed in a long, form fitting black dress. Her hair is in bouncy curls around her shoulders and her makeup is heavy for the night out she obviously planned. In her hands are a bouquet of blue daisies - Lexa’s favourite.

Lexa blanches.

Heavy thumping sounds come from the doorway as Anya and Raven push their way inside. “What are you - ahhh!” Anya shrieks.

Lexa shrieks in turn.

“What?” Raven asks, pushing past them both and immediately trying to defend them with her body from whatever may be in front of Clarke.

“For fucks sake!” Anya bemoans, hand slapping over her face.

“Lexa!” Raven yells, eyes wide, and Lexa wonders what it would take for the world to swallow her whole. Her hands flail to cover… any part of herself, but there is just too much exposed.

“What are you doing here?” Lexa snaps are her sister. Anya knew what her plan was.

“I thought you’d wait til after dinner, not parade around your living room!”

Lexa’s face heats to a thousand degrees as she fruitlessly tries to hang on to her last shred of dignity.

“Oh, okay…this is new. That’s a look, Lexa. I don’t know if the restaurant would let you in, though. You know, no shoes, no shirt, no… dicks hanging out.” Raven laughs, walking into the house and dropping her purse on the hallway console.

Clarke’s brow furrows and her cheeks pink and her eyes lock onto Lexa’s new appendage dangling between her legs. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

The heat in Lexa’s face rises to a point that she can’t control, and unbidden, tears spill out of her eyes half a second before she darts to her bedroom.

“Can you give us a minute, guys?” Clarke asks quietly when Anya and Raven call after Lexa’s retreating form.

The sobs are clear even through the closed door. Clarke knocks and opens without waiting for a response. She’s just in time to see Lexa struggle with trying to remove the dildo from her hips, fail, then collapse onto the end of the bed with her head buried between her hands.

“Lex?” She asks as she knocks again to let her know of her presence. When there’s no response she sighs, “oh, baby,” and sits next to her, her arm wrapping around Lexa’s shuddering shoulders.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Clarke soothes, her fingers tracing along Lexa’s spine.

Lexa sighs. She wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands and lifts her head to look at her girlfriend. “Clarke, I was standing in the middle of our living room in a dominatrix costume with a giant dick sticking out.”

Clarke bites her bottom lip to try and stifle a laugh. “Yeah, okay, I mean…”

Lexa groans and Clarke has to grab onto her hands to stop her from hiding her face again. “No, no, okay, listen to me. I loved it, okay? I love you, Lexa. But, um, what’s with that? The costume?”

Lexa let’s out the most defeated of sighs, and her shoulders drop to match the expulsion of air. “It’s our anniversary,” she shrugs, “I wanted to do something special.” She glances from the corner of her eye at Clarke and almost immediately looks away from embarrassment.

Clarke smiles softly and shakes her head. She chuckles when Lexa’s ears start to turn pink.

Lexa sniffs and says, “God, I’m an idiot. Why are you all dressed up? You look beautiful, by the way.” She glances down at herself and groans again. “Ugh, I feel even weirder with how good you look.” With that, she pulls away from the blonde and covers her face with her hands again. She figures that if she can’t hide any of her body, she could at least hide her face.

Clarke drops down in front of her and pries her hands off her face, holding onto her wrists tightly and tracing her thumbs back and forth along the inside of them. “Lexa, look at me,” she coaxes. When she finally obliges, Clarke says, “I love you, in all shapes and forms.” She pointedly looks down at the dildo, eliciting a laugh from the brunette.

They sit in the quiet for a moment when Clarke makes a split second decision. “Fuck it. Lexa, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Lexa responds, finally looking into blue eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop. This is just - Lexa, I-I am so overwhelmed with gratitude that you would do this for me. You love me this much that you would do this to make me happy. It means… it means everything to me. You mean everything to me.” She pulls the necklace up and over her head, gripping onto the diamond ring attached to the end. “Marry me, please, Lexa. Marry me?”

A beat, then Lexa’s mouth falls open. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She groans. She leans back and looks down at herself. She’s got an eight inch dildo standing inches from Clarke’s face. “I look ridiculous!”

“Please don’t wear this to our wedding.” Clarke chuckles and glances down again, scrunching her brow after a second. “Actually, you know what? I don’t care. Wear what you want.”

“Claaaarke,” Lexa whines. “Let me get out of this costume and we can talk about this over the dinner you clearly prepared for.”

Clarke shakes her head. “Yes or no, Lexa.”

Lexa scoffs at the absurdity of a ‘no’. “Obviously yes, Clarke, I love you and - oomph!”

Clarke doesn’t wait to hear anything else as she surges up and tackles Lexa to the bed.

***

“You think Lexa’s okay?” Raven asks Anya. They’re sitting on the couch, waiting for the couple to emerge from the bedroom. “We’re getting close to missing the reservation.”

Anya shrugs. “I’m sure they're fine. She’s probably helping Lexa change into something…” she shudders, “more appropriate for the restaurant.”

“Maybe we should meet them there?” Raven suggests.

“We’re driving so they can drink and celebrate and not worry about a ride home.”

“Shhh!” Raven suddenly spits, finger pressed against Anya's lips.

They both freeze when they hear the first moan and the thump of what sounds like the headboard hitting the wall.

“Maybe we should meet them there,” Anya suggests.

“Let’s not hold our breath that they’re going to make it,” Raven responds.

They’re up and out of the apartment by the time the significantly louder rhythmic thumping, and the “oh, yes, baby, fuck me!” is out of Clarke’s mouth.

#I giggled the whole time I wrote this #I hope you like it #awkward Lexa is still getting laid #awkward is the new suave #clexa #Clarke x Lexa #I wonder how much chafing happens in those costumes #I doubt Lexa cares anymore #thump thump thump #it’s all about the motion of the ocean #love these prompts #keep them coming #clexa Drabble

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fallout4hancockfanfiction · 3 years

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My first time writing fanfiction

It was that day for Nora. The past few years, before the bombs dropped, this very day was one of the happiest days for her. But not this year.

Today was her and Nates Wedding day, at least it would have been. It was the middle of the night no later than 2am, she was sitting with Hancock in the old State house, sharing a bottle of bourbon. Nora has never been the type to talk about her feelings.

Hancock could feel that something was off today, he couldnt put his thumb on it, so he just sat next to her quietly. Both sipping from the half full bottle, sharing the golden liquid that made Noras throat burn. In the background you could hear diamond city radio play "one more tomorrow" by Frankie Carle & Marjorie Hughes. Nora let out a quiet sigh and turned to Hancock: "Lets go to the Third Rail" Hancock looked back at her, nodded, and together they left his lounge room leaving the beverage on the table next to the Jet and Mentats which were placed on it.

They stepped inside the doors when they were greeted by Ham: "A friend of mayor Hancock is a friend of the Third Rail, go on in entertainment is down the stairs."

Downstairs Hancock was immediatley greeted by some of his citinzen, "perfect" she thougt. Magnolia just finished her song. She sang train train. "thank god this song is finished, im not sure if I coud have handled listening to it right now." nora thought to herself.

She walked up to Magnolia and asked her: " Hey Mags, could you sing "I'm the one you're looking for" please? "of course gorgeous, anything for you" Magnolia replied seductively.

Nora bought some beer and walked over to one of the couches and seated herself there.

("...have you gotten history that needs erasing... did you come in just for the beer and cigarettes..")

She took a sip of her beer and looked over to hancock, he's still occupied with his citizens who involved him in a conversation.

(... "ou well im just a girl to make you forget"..)

"perfect... maybe I can sneak out of here", nora slowly gotten up, without letting hancock out of her sight and started walking towards the exit. She just made it out of the door when hancock looked over to the couch and noticed that Nora was missing. He let his gaze wander through the room, looking for hs companion but he can't find her. He turned to his interlocutor and gave them one of his smooth " I could stay here and listen to how wonderful I am till the rest of my days, but I really think I need to get going"! he turned away and rushed to the exit.

" But hancock you've just gotten here..!"

He didn't even hear them, he was too focused on finding The Soule Survivor.

Upstairs he asked Ham if he had seen Nora and he said that she had just left through th door two minutes ago.

He went back inside the old state house, and saw that her gear was still laying on the couch next to the table where they left the bourbon and the chems. "Damn it Nora?? Where are you going, unprotected and without me?" he grabbed her stuff and headed toward the exit.

Just outside Goodneighbour he heard a Group of Raiders. "Fuck Nora!, why would you do something like this?"

(A few Hours later)

Arrived at Sanctuary, nora went back into her old house. She walked past the kitchen and straight back into her old bedroom. Its been looted empty so she sat on the floor and played "Hi Honey!" on her Pib Boy.

"...Little fingers away... *baby giggles*... Hi honey!" She started tearing up, hearing the sound of his voice. "Listen... I don't think Shaun and I need to tell you how great of a mother you are... but we're going to anyway. ... But everything we do, no matter how hard... we do it for our family. Now say goodbye, Shaun... Bye bye? Say bye bye? *baby giggles* Bye honey! We love you!

She passed out on the Floor. When she woke up, Hancock caught up to her. Nora walked out of her house, on her way to the vault. She doesnt see Hancock but he sees her. As soon as he spottet her his heart skipped a beat because of relief to see her alive. He was about to call out to her when something told him not to. Instead he followed her quietly. Arrived at the Vault, she pressed the button and let herself into the ground. Hancock watched her and did as she did after waiting a few minutes.

"Wow..." he thought to himself upon entering.

Nora was sitting infront of the opened cryopod crying, holding Nates frozen, ice cold Hand while playing "Hi Honey!" over and over again.

Slowly Hancock stepped into the room, his face pained by what he saw.

Noras eyes shot up in Horror, just to be equal parts relieved and upset to see him there. She quickly wiped her eyes and stood up, cleared her throat and asked: "Wh... what are you doing here? how .. how did you find me?"

He walked up to her and wordlessly hugged her. Her face in his chest and her arms around him she couldnt help herself but started crying again. He put his forehead on her head and they stood motionless.

Hancock was the first to speak: "hey, look, if you wanna get outta here..."

Nora looked up to Hancock, eyes swollen and nose red.

Hancock looked back at her and thought:" how can she still be so beautiful while crying? what stop, what why did I think that??" Before he could say anything nora took a long breath in and let an even longer breath out. She turned towards the cryopod and closed it back up. Then she liftet her necklace with the two weddingrings from under her shirt and looked at them.

"You know...she started.. nevermind, nothing... lets get going"

Hancock handed nora her gear and together they left the vault and headed back to santuary.

Nora fixed or rebuild every building except of her own pre-war home. She didnt want anybody else living in it.

When they gotten back to sanctuary, preston and the other settlers were awake and started their daily tasks.

When preston spottet her he approached her, smiling from ear to ear. "GENERAL! I'm so happy to see you! What brings you to sanctuary?"

"Hey Garvey, how have you been? Its been a minute, I thought I'd come see how things are going."

"Your time is impeccable! There is a settlement near by that needs our help! I'll mark it on your map."

Nora looked down and let out a slight chuckle. She turned to Hancock and asked him: "ready to help an other settlement?"

John looked back at her smiling: "Of course, lets go"

So they started wandering towards Finch Farm.

They have been on the road for three hours already when John turned to Nora and said: "look, I got there something i wanted to talk to you abou.." Before he could finish his sentence Gunfire started and they both duked behind an old car.

"Raiders, shit!" said both of them simultaneously and looked at each other and giggled. The group of raiders were on a bridge. One with Power armour and one with a Rocket launcher. The rest were regular raiders. Luckily they hadnt noticed them yet, too occupied with the ferals.

"Should we take them out or walk around them?" "Well, those three shouldn't be difficult to eliminate but the one In the Power armour and the one with launcher seem more difficult"

Nora pulled out her sniper rifle annd took out the Launcher guy with a headshot.

"Guess we fightin'" said hancock with a grin.

Hancock pulled out his shotgun and killed the two raiders running towards them with meele weapons. "nice shot!" said nora.

"easy.." replied hancock smug.

Taking out the regular Raiders wasnt a problem but the Metal man put up a tough fight. He shot nora in her stomach. She let out a loud defening scream. Hancock isnt the type to easily lose his shit but he looked over at nora with panick in his eyes.

He had to do something, and he had to do it quickly. He ran over to the Rocket launcher and aimed it at the last standing raider, pulled the trigger and he heard the loud almost unbearable sound of the explosion. With a ringing in his ears he ran over to Nora ( who was huddled on the floor in a small puddle of blood) and picked her up. Panic in his eyes, he grabbed one of the stimpaks and injected her. "You're not going to die on me! I'm sorry! this is going to hurt a little, but I cant let the stimpack fix you while the bullet is still inside you" He put his bony rough fingers into her wound and pulled out the bullet.

Nora was whimpering in agony. Hancock sat down on the floor and held Nora in his arms. "It's going to be okay! I promise!"

John carried her back to Tenpines Bluff. Once arrived the settlers looked at Nora and gasped! " OH NO!" They ran over to Hancock and helped him carry her to the next bed. Nora, still unconcious was recovering inside the shed. Although the Settlers reassured him to get some rest because they would take care of her, he wouldnt leave her side. Then, after two days Nora opened her eyes. Hancock sitting on a chair next to her bed, barely able to keep his eyes opened shot up in relief once he saw that she had opened her eyes "NORA!, oh god nora! I was so worried! How are you feeling?"

"J..John? Wh..What happened?"

"You were shot in the stomach, here this is purified water, please drink something. We were fighting the raiders when the last one shot you. I carried you back here."

"Ar..Are you okay John?" Hancock looked at her in disbelief. It took him a second to realize what she had asked. "Youre the one who almost died but youre asking me if I'm okay? I have never met a more selfless person in my life Nora!

"Can you lay next to me?" she said, in almost a whisper. John looked at her stunned. "Are...are you sure? he asked?

"Yes please."

She pulled up the blanket and motioned for him to lay next to her.

He did as she asked and she layed her head on his chest. "Thank you"

"Anything for you sunshine"

With nora on his chest, he finnally passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning she woke up before him, when she opened her eyes she didnt recognize where she was. Then she noticed that she was not laying on a pillow but indeed his chest. "SHIT...what have I done? why am I sleeping cuddled up with Hancock? Oh fuck..." she thought to herself. she looked up to him "okay good he is still asleep"

As carefully as possible she gotten out of the bed trying not to wake him. As Nora placed the first foot on the floor an audible "Ouch" left her mouth, her face grimaced.

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck" she thought.. "uh yes im fine, my stomach hurts a little. "I have some Med-Ex if you need some" he said. "oh no im sure im fine, thank you, "ouch...oh god" her face twitsted in pain.

"PLease take it". He reached out his hand to give it to her.

"Thanks hancock" she took it and immediately injected herself.

"So uhm, what are the plans for today?" she asked

He looked over to her and answered: "Well I wasnt sure on when you were going to be ready to travel again. But we still gotta talk to the settlers at Finch Farm. But first of all, lets get you something to eat."

They got dressed and left the shed together. "How about tato salad?" "Yea sounds good, actually please pack some for the road too."she said.

he looked over to her slightly surprised: "Oh you feel ready to travel again?"

"Maybe its the Med-ex speaking but I feel ready to head out after breakfast." "Alright" he said "I'll pack our bags in the meantime. Meet me when youre done eating."

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silly-nonny-fics-are-for-fandoms · 4 years

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As the snow falls around us

Note: This is a gift fic for @angiezstuff! Gonna keep saying thank you because you are awesome! Also, I had to rewrite the whole beginning of this fic because I found out about their birthstones this morning, so I’m sorry if it’s not as fluid as the rest of the fic.

Gift fic 2/3, this one is Stosuh.

Summary: Stephen accidentally found out that Hosuh was going to propose to him. True, they had been dating for around ten years, and that certainly wasn't what Stephen was upset about. No, what he was upset about, of course, was that he'd been planning to propose to Hosuh, and his ring wasn't done yet.

Read on Ao3, or keep reading here!

Stephen saw the ring before he realized that Hosuh was planning on proposing. They'd been dating since shortly after they met, nearing on ten years now, it was about time. Honestly, he hadn't meant to see it, but he'd been cleaning in the living room when he came across a small box in one of the drawers of the coffee table. It was black velvet in finish, and when he opened it, he found a little silver ring with little amethyst and sapphire crystals in a quartered diamond. The amethysts were on top and bottom, with the sapphires on each side. The color of his hair and his birthstone.

Of course, amethyst was also Gavin's birthstone, but whatever. That wasn't what mattered. What mattered was that Hosuh was planning on proposing.

Now Stephen had to act like he didn't know, and like he wasn't planning on doing the same thing come the winter. They were in the middle of autumn, nearing Gavin and Jay's anniversary. His brother and Jay both lived with them, though they'd been dating for only four years.

The ring Stephen had ordered was a thin band of silver with little sections of it replaced in stripes of blue topaz and the center an amethyst and ammolite. Hosuh's birthstone and the national stones of Hosuh's home country and the country he wanted to live in for the rest of his life. It had been expensive, yeah, but it was worth it for how personal it would be to him.

Winter was their favorite season, even though the cold was brutal in Canada. The cold brought them closer together, it had their favorite holidays in it, and they had a tradition when it came to the first snowfall. No matter when it was if the forecast had snow, they would be up. If it was scheduled for three in the morning, they'd cook, play games, and once Stephen had convinced his boyfriend to spend the time dancing with him. It was, without a doubt, their favorite time. So, he'd planned to propose during the first snowfall of the season.

They'd talked extensively about how they wanted their wedding to be, to the point that almost all they needed to do was actually get engaged and they could get things done themselves. It wasn't like this would be a surprise. Except there was a reason no one told him secrets involving himself; he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut unless it was in the image of self-preservation.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna get married," He whispered to himself, a dopey grin on his face as he thought about how Hosuh would propose. Would it be on their anniversary in January? Would it be on a different day, like when they're just out on a date? When? How long would he need to pretend he didn't know? Hosuh's ring would be in by the end of the week, luckily for him.

Because the two-week forecast predicted light snow at midnight to eight am in almost two weeks.

He was gonna propose to Hosuh, and Hosuh would probably try to propose back. This was going to be fun. And this was going to be torture, not knowing when Hosuh was going to spring the question on him.

His phone rang shortly after he finished his cleaning, having put the box back exactly where he found it. The jeweler's icon showed up on his phone's caller ID and his eyes went wide, quickly checking to make sure Hosuh was still cleaning in the kitchen, seeing him also talking quietly on the phone, before heading up to their room and answering the call with a deep breath.

"Hello, may I ask who's calling?"

"Hello! I'm calling about a ring ordered by Mr. Stephen Ng?"

"This is him. What's up?"

"I regret to inform you that the ring will not be in at the time which was estimated. During transportation to our store, the truck got delayed and as such will be a few days late. My apologies. Would you like us to call you once it arrives and is ready for pick up?"

"What?! Of course I would!"

"Thank you, sir. We will call you as soon as it's ready. Have a nice day."

Beeeeeep.

Stephen wanted to scream. Of course, it would be delayed. He only had to design his own ring for Hosuh, had been working with the jeweler to make sure it was absolutely perfect and feasibly possible, so of course it took so long.

"I can't believe this bullcrap!" He exclaimed into the void, grabbing one of the pillows and screaming into it for about two minutes straight before he ran out of air. Did it make him feel better? A little bit. Did it fix the problem? Absolutely not.

He needed to calm down or Hosuh would figure it out, and he'd be crushed. He couldn't crush this dream. When it was a game, he was the most competitive person he knew, and would happily knock down the competition with a grin. But this was life, this was his partner, and he couldn't do that to him. And watching Hosuh cry over serious issues was never something he enjoyed.

The next few days were torture. Pure torture. Hosuh was extra anxious, his medication didn't help at all, and it made him jittery. Simultaneously jittery and exhausted, that was the way Hosuh existed. And it killed Stephen to watch. Did Hosuh know he knew?

Gavin and Jay being extra lovey-dovey weren't helping either. In fact, it only made things worse, because Hosuh tried to imitate them but his anxiety got the better of him every time so he'd always end up in a panic. It wasn't something he could control, but it was something they were used to. So Stephen took it slow. He kept as calm as he could so that he didn't raise Hosuh's worries, only touching him if Hosuh said he could. He missed kissing his boyfriend. He missed holding him as they fell asleep.

This wasn't the first time Hosuh's anxiety spiked in a major way for a long time before a big event. The last time this happened, it was when they were taking a vacation and Hosuh could barely enjoy the first two days of the trip because of it.

"I don't know how you put up with me and my anxiety," Hosuh mumbled one morning, reaching over to take Stephen's hand, "I'm probably making you miserable."

"Oh my god, Hosuh," Stephen sighed, "I've not been just putting up with you, it's just part of who you are. And Stephen loves Hosuh. So you need to stop putting my Hosuh down, got it?" He glanced at his partner, watching him smile and try to hide his chuckle. Every time Stephen saw Hosuh smile, he fell in love all over again, and he fell deeper with every kiss. He wanted to keep falling in love with him every day, to keep loving him deeper and stronger, to see him in every way possible. He wanted to support his lows and celebrate the highs, to share and revel in the experience together.

They'd partly grown up together, and he wanted to grow old together too.

Maybe that was sappy, maybe it was dramatic or whatever, but Stephen did not care. He loved that he had the ability to love someone and to love Hosuh when Hosuh couldn't love himself. He wanted to see Hosuh happy, and while he'd gotten better at loving himself and being comfortable in his own skin, they had quite some ways to go.

Stephen was looking forward to it.

Their phones each rang simultaneously, and when Stephen checked his caller ID, he found it was the jeweler's. His eyes went wide, gasping softly.

"I'll be right back, gotta take this. It's for work." Stephen said, jumping out of bed and rushing out of the room, answering the phone as he hurried down the stairs so Hosuh didn't hear him.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Stephen Ng?"

"Yes, this is."

"Your ring is ready for pickup. You can pick it up any time after we open." Stephen glanced at the calendar, which had a little snowflake sticker for when the first snowfall was expected. Today. Perfect. A little close to the wire, but perfectly doable. He just needed to pick it up without Hosuh becoming suspicious.

"Thank you, I'll be there like an hour after you guys open to pick it up."

"We'll be expecting you, have a nice day, sir."

"You too."

Beeep.

"Bro? Something wrong?" Gavin said, staring at his brother who was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "You're really pale."

"Okay, Gavin, I have a job for you to do," Stephen said, staring at his brother with intense passion in his eyes, "I need you to keep Hosuh busy until noon."

"What? Why?"

Stephen put his phone in his pajama pocket, reaching over to grip his brother's shoulders, "I'm going to go pick up a ring so I can propose to Hosuh before he proposes to me, so keep him busy."

Gavin looked like he wanted to say something, eyes wide with a shaky smile. "Damn, bro! You're actually gonna pop the question? That's awesome! Good luck."

"No, I saw the ring, I know he's gonna say yes, so I need to do it first. So keep Hosuh busy until I get back."

"I can totally do that! Good luck!"

"I don't need luck, I'm Stephen!"

Stephen was so excited once he had the box in his hand. It was a dark blue box, but that wasn't what was important. He sat in the driveway, staring at the ring which lay inside. It was just how he thought it would look, absolutely wonderful. Everything he paid for it was absolutely worth it when he had it in his hand, he just needed to actually propose. It was supposed to start snowing a little while before midnight, so they wouldn't have to stay up too long past normal.

He looked up, and his eyes went wide when he noticed that the other car was gone. No one should have anywhere to go today, why was the car gone?

He exited his car, heading inside quickly. "Gavin?! Hosuh?!" He exclaimed, only for Jay to reply.

"They went to the gym, calm down." Jay sighed, rolling his eyes, "No need to scream."

"Oh thank God. Also, I'm going to need you and Gavin-"

"Already booked the hotel. I know the first snowfall is important to you and Hosuh so I made arrangements."

"Well, thank you for finishing my sentence, asshole!"

"You're welcome."

Stephen hated that he had to put up with him. One day, maybe five years in the future, he'd end up being in-laws with Jay, and that was something he didn't want to put up with. He sincerely hoped that Gavin would get married one day, and he hoped he was happy, but he didn't want to deal with Jay.

Now all he needed to do was wait for the night to come, and he could get ready. Once Hosuh and Gavin returned, his lovable ball of anxiety gave him a big hug and a kiss, apologizing for having not texted before he left. They always texted one another when they left, because neither wanted the other to worry.

Jay and Gavin left as soon as the sunset, heading off to their hotel room so that they could have some privacy. They'd made hot chocolate and curry; not the most romantic of foods, but it was nice and warm, which they needed if they were going to make it to midnight. Well, which Stephen needed if he wanted to make it to midnight. Hosuh had no issues staying up until like three in the morning, while Stephen almost never went to bed after ten. He'd been getting better at getting Hosuh to go to bed early, though.

Now, they stood on the balcony, sipping their hot chocolate as they waited for the snow to fall.

"I can't believe it's been over ten years," Hosuh said, staring up at the stars. The area they lived in was far enough out of the main city that they could see the stars, as there wasn't much light pollution.

"It doesn't feel that long. Still feels like two."

"Some days it feels like forever."

"Pff- That's true. You know I'd love to spend forever with you."

Something wet hit their faces, and they realized what it was. Looking around, they could see the snow falling all around them softly. It wasn't supposed to be a lot of snow, barely half an inch, and it would likely melt by the morning. But it didn't make it any less magical to them. Instinctively, they leaned over and kissed, softly, sweetly, slowly. Every ounce of love could be felt in that one press of the lips, warming them from the inside out.

Stephen reached into his pocket where he'd put the ring, stepping back from his partner as he pulled it out. Except, just as he was about to get on one knee, he saw a similar box in Hosuh's hand. They both stared at the other's box, faces turning red.

"Wait- Stephen, are you going to-"

"You were planning to tonight? That was my plan!"

"Oh my god," Hosuh laughed, setting the box down on the little table they had set up on their balcony, "We're such dorks." Stephen joined in on the laughter, the chilled air showing their breaths in soft puffs, unbridled joy and love in their voices.

"I guess that's a yes, then?" Stephen said through his laughter.

"Only if it's a yes from you too."

"What? Of course it is!"

They each opened their boxes, and Stephen was surprised. That wasn't the ring he'd found. This one was larger, sectioned off in layers with a black wavy section in the middle. He recognized the gemstone on the bottom; ammolite. The top was purple, but not the deep amethyst color. Then he realized where he'd seen it before. Purple sapphire. The black wave was a soundwave, and he recognized it. When they were still in school and did a paper on what soundwaves were, they got to use a machine that showed them what the soundwaves looked like. The two of them had said 'I love you forever' together for the first time on that day, their voices blending together. Wrapping around the ring was love and forever from that project.

"Huh, that's surprising," Stephen said, not expecting Hosuh to jump at the words.

"D-Do you not like it?"

"What? No, Hosuh, I love it, you thought of everything. I'm just surprised because I found a ring box while cleaning two weeks ago and this wasn't it."

"Oh," Hosuh breathed a sigh of relief, "That's Jay's, for Gavin."

"So you weren't planning on proposing?"

"Of course I was. I've been working with a jeweler to make your ring for months. I had to pick it up today because the delivery truck was delayed."

"Holy crap, I think we went to the same jeweler! I picked up yours this morning because the delivery truck was delayed!"

Once again, they couldn't stop the laughter flooding out from them. Even without knowing it, they'd gotten the perfect rings for one another simultaneously. And as they sat there in the slowly falling snow, hands held tight, there was nowhere else in the world they'd rather be, and no one they'd rather be with.

#Stosuh #Actuallyoddplan #Fluff #So much fluff #Marriage proposals #Minor panic #Gift fic #I'm bad at tagging #My writing #Idiots in love

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sugar-kisser · 4 years

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Engagement Rings - Jeong Yunho

REQUEST: It's so cute gosh 🥺 can I request for a part 2 a bit more angsty where that 'crusty bitch' regrets his actions and wants home girl back? Happy ending please 🥺🥺🥺🥺 @iis4d

warnings: cussings featuring: Jongho, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Seonghwa, & San PART 1

The memory of last week’s events play over in your head as you stare at the small diamond ring on your finger. With your thumb you move the band from the inside part of your hand to move the ring around on your finger. You softly smile at the memory. The ring sits slightly heavier than the promise ring Yunho had given to you last year, but you only notice the difference when you think about it.

You look up from your hand and around you checking to see if Yunho is on his way over. He’s in his last class for the fall semester, which means Christmas is approaching. The two of you plan to travel to his parents house for this Christmas and then yours for the New Years.

You feel your phone buzz in your coat jacket and you pull your phone out and open your messages.

Yunho: Class is getting out ten minutes late, this presenter is taking foreverrrrrrr. I still haven’t even gone, and the professor is making me still go up.

You huff and quietly chuckle and tap on the little text bar to respond to him.

You: Poor Yunho. But don’t worry I’m still waiting at the picnic table.

Yunho: Yes poor me!! I love you! I’ll see you hopefully in 10 minutes.

You: I love you too.

You place your phone back into your phone and wrap your coat around you a little tighter as the small winter breeze picks up. You nuzzle you cheeks into the top part of your coat in order to keep your cheeks warm.

“Y/N?” A familiar male voice calls out to you. A little dusty switch in the back of your mind flips. Half your body tenses but you still turn to the oncoming trouble; oblivious to what could possibly happen. Your eyes widen at the sight of Wooyoung approaching you, his famous little boxy grin on display. You hadn’t thought about Wooyoung in almost two years, let alone see or hear of him.

“Wooyoung,” you greet with an almost forced grin on your face, “it’s been a long time.”

“It has,” he answers then his smile drops, “I’m actually glad I happen to run into you… I’ve been wanting to apologize for what I did.” His words take you by shock. Wooyoung rarely ever apologized to you, and when he did he did it just so you could eventually end up doing something for him.

“You want to apologize?” you repeat for the sake of yourself and to confirm that’s what you heard.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung tells you then points to the open seat on the bench beside you, “do you mind?” You shake your head and even scoot slightly over just so he has enough room and so you’re not too close to him.

“I want to apologize for cheating on you,” Wooyoung starts, “I should of never done that. You never deserved that. I made a complete ass of myself and lost something I really cared about and I knew there was no way I could make up for what I did.” You heart begins to sit heavy thinking back to the two and a half years ago when Wooyoung broke your heart. You can still clearly remember the cold look he gave you. It showed no emotion, no empathy, no regret for his decision.

“Did she end up breaking your heart and now you’re realizing how big of a dick you were?” You ask, the tone in your voice coming off rather rudely but it wasn’t your intention.

“Actually, no,” Wooyoung answers softly, unaffected by the tone in your voice, “I broke up with her when I heard about how you were doing. But I knew I couldn’t come back to you. I knew you wouldn’t want me back and that you would hate me… So I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking and changing myself to be better than I was then.”

“So why are you here telling me all of this if you knew that I wouldn’t want to see or be reminded of all of this?” You ask quietly as you scrunch your eyebrows together.

“Because I was hoping we could start over again. Which is a lot to ask but I promised I’ve changed, and I will never hurt you again,” Wooyoung proposes his idea- the trouble you were waiting for.

“Wooyoung, I-“ you start, “I’m engaged to someone else, and I’m extremely happy with who I’m with.” Your answer almost shocks Wooyoung, but he plays off his hurt and smiles.

“Oh, I’m sorry for coming off like that then,” Wooyoung awkwardly laughs, “may I see?” You pull your left hand out of your coat pocket and the cold air pricks at your skin but you hold out your hand and show him the ring. Wooyoung gently takes your hand and looks over the ring and smiles.

“I’m happy for you,” Wooyoung looks up at you has his other handles on top of yours. Before you could thank him, and in a swift motion, Wooyoung practically rips your ring off your finger. He stands and hurries the short three and a half yards to the water front of the university lake and throws the ring far into the water. You stand up to try to grab him, but it’s too late.

“No!” You scream. You feel your ring finger throb in pain, possibly broken from the ring being pulled off so violently.

“What the hell is your problem!” You yell at him, “you haven’t changed at all. You probably said all that bullshit just so you could get something from me!” You watch Wooyoung turn and begin to quickly walks back to you which you begin to back up.

“Hey what’s going on?” Yunho calls as he suddenly appears at your side, and he quickly notices Wooyoung, “what the hell are you doing here?” Yunho instinctively pushes you behind him while stepping out in front if you.

“I came to apologize to Y/N,” Wooyoung answers.

“Well scram you asshole. She never wanted to see you again after what you did,” Yunho growls. Wooyoung looks at you one more time, with that same cold look from two years ago, and walks away.

“Are you okay?” Yunho asks turning around after Wooyoung leaves both your sights. He looks you up and down before softly caressing you cheek. He lightly kisses your lips and gives you a sympathetic smile.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” Yunho asks, and you nod your head.

“Okay. Let’s go get some coffee,” Yunho suggests and he takes your right hand and the two of you walk to your favorite coffee shop on the campus. You find you and Yunho a seat while he waits in line to order coffee. You quickly pull out your phone and make a group chat that includes your closest friends.

You: We have a big problem

Jongho: Problem? DO I FINALLY GET TO BEAT YUNHO’S ASS!?

Seonghwa: Jongho, seriously?

Seonghwa: Y/N, what’s wrong?

You: I saw Wooyoung. He came to apologize, but when I rejected him and told him I was engaged he ripped the ring off my hand. He threw it into the campus lake and I think he broke my finger.

Seonghwa: Oh my god. Does Yunho know?

Jongho: Do I at least get to beat Wooyoung’s ass?

San: I just woke up, what am I missing?

Y/N: No he doesn’t. He came right after he threw the ring in the lake and when Wooyoung was coming after me. And San read the messages, are you lazy??

San: maybe

Y/N: Guys I leave tomorrow afternoon. I don’t want Yunho to know what happened.

Jongho: Are you saying you’re wanting us to go into that nasty ass lake to look for your ring?

Y/N: It’s literally shin deep Jongho.

Seonghwa: I’ll help you. Tell Yunho you’re going out later today for last minute Christmas shopping with me. I can bring Hongjoong.

San: so are we going to ignore that Y/N’s finger is broken ??? or ?

Seonghwa: We’ll get that taken care of too.

Y/N: Does 4 work?

Seonghwa: 4 should work. We’ll meet at the coffee shop?

Y/N: That should work.

San: i’ll be there

Jongho: I’m still not getting in that lake

Jongho: But I’ll be there

You take a sigh of relief and put your phone into your pocket.

“You sure you’re okay?” Yunho asks as he sets down a mug filled with warm hot chocolate in front of you.

“Yeah. I’m okay,” you smile and reach for the mug with both your hands. You hiss as you put pressure on to your ring finger and quickly pull your hands away from the mug.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Yunho quickly sets his mug down and reaches for your hands.

“I- it was just hot,” you quickly lie, “took me by surprise, that’s all. I’m sorry for scaring you.” Yunho tightly smiles and slightly sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with him today,” Yunho tells you, “hopefully he’ll never show his face again.”

“I hope so too,” you tell him honestly. Yunho gives your right hand a tight squeeze before letting it go and lifting up his cup to take another sip of his drink. The two on you quietly sit together and drink on your hot beverages in the semi-loud coffee shop. Usually the two of you would talk about your day of what plans you two had or were wanting to do, but after earlier’s events Yunho knew you might needed some time to push yourself past what had happened. While you on the other hand were more worried that Yunho would find out what really happened and you don’t want him to worry any more than he is right now.

“Seonghwa invited me out to do last minute shopping later today,” you tell Yunho.

“Maybe he can help get today off your mind,” Yunho comforts, “what time do you plan on going out? I was thinking about making dinner tonight.”

“Four, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take,” you tell him, “I’m only hoping two or two and a half hours, max.”

“Okay,” Yunho smiles, “I’ll still make dinner then. Are you just about packed? We need to leave for the airport about eleven in the morning if we want to make our one-thirty flight.”

“Kind of? There are a few more things I need to pack. Might also get a couple things while I’m out too,” you explain to him. Yunho nods his head and takes the last few sips on his drink.

————

You wait, almost, patiently outside the coffee shop for Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Jongho, and San. You managed to find something to wrap your finger in for the time being and it seemed to be holding up and it didn’t hurt as much as it had earlier. You pull your coat tighter and make sure your beanie is covering your ears from the cold wind.

“Y/N!” San’s voice calls out to you. You look up to find the black haired boy quickly approaching you. A scarf covering most of his face.

“Hi Sannie,” You greet. He instantly reaches for your hand and pushes back the coat and sweater sleeve and looks at your hand.

“Yeah, this looks broken. Like a clear fracture,” San examines, “does it hurt to move it? When it’s just sitting there?”

“Yeah yeah yeah medical major nerd, I know it’s broken,” you tell him. You pull down the sleeves and put your hands back into your pocket.

“You know I can save you money tending it myself,” San explains, “I’m almost a doctor.”

“You still have a year left of schooling,” you remind him.

“Arguing about his schooling again?” Seonghwa’s voice interrupts.

“Seonghwa!” You greet, “Hongjoong!” You quickly give hugs to both boys.

“Where’s Jongho? He said he was already here?” Seonghwa asks.

“He hasn’t shown up yet,” you tell him, “I’ll call him.” You pull out your phone and quickly dial Jongho’s number.

“Hello?” Jongho answers.

“Where are you? Seonghwa says you’re already here?” You ask him.

“I’m already at the damn lake looking around. I have been for like an hour,” Jongho explains and you can hear the clear movement of water, assuming Jongho’s walking in it.

“We’re on our way,” you quickly hand up the phone and look at the other three boys, “he’s already in the lake.” The boys all look at you in shock and you four quickly hurry the half mile to the lake to meet Jongho there.

“Jongho!” You call out to the boy who’s almost literally in the middle of the lake.

“Well don’t just stand there!” Jongho yells back. You watch as he continues to move his hands around in the shin deep water looking for your ring. You take a seat on the grass and Seonghwa pulls out rain boots from his bag and you trade your sneakers for them. The four of you quickly move through the lake and towards Jongho.

“Where have you already looked?” Hongjoong asks. Jongho then goes on explaining the areas he’s looked and based off where he has you four spread out and behind trudging through the water. You stop in an area and bend over to look through the muggy water. You can see the bottom of the lake, but the water isn’t exactly clear. You also only have about about two hours of sunlight before the sunsets.

You push your right hand into the water and they instantly cool down to the point where it feels like needles poking into your hand. You let out a small audible shaky breath before feeling around the bottom of the lake. You slowly inch around a small area, taking breaks to stand up and straighten out you back.

After an hour of searching you look towards the sun, inching closer and closer to the horizon and you not having much time left. You left out a huff of hot air which instant turns into a white mist. You look down at your red numb hands and try to heat it up by breathing hot air on to it momentarily. You also started to feel the low temperature of the water against your rain boots about 40 minutes ago.

“Are you getting too cold?” Seonghwa asks you.

“Just my hand,” you answer, “but it’s fine. Have you guys had any luck?”

“No. Jongho and San are looking on the other side of the lake though. Hongjoong and I just finished over there,” Seonghwa gestures to where he was before turning and pointing to Hongjoong, “and we’re moving over there.” You nod you head, take a deep breath, and then sigh.

“We’re going to find it don’t worry,” Seonghwa quickly and tightly hugs you before giving you one last smile and moving back towards Hongjoong. You begin moving to a new area, the water slushing around your boots.

“Y/N!” Someone’s voice calls out to you. You turn to the sound and you end up twisting your legs around each other and fall backwards. You let out a high pitch yelp before you hit the water, completely submerging under, slightly bumping your head on the floor since the water is only about a foot high. You quickly sit up and gasp for air and you feel the cold winter air instantly freezing you.

“Y/N!” Five voices call for you…. wait? Five? You’re quickly greeted by Seonghwa and Hongjoong, then San with Jongho close behind him, and lastly Yunho who immediately jumped into the water and ran over to you.

“Are you okay?” Yunho asks, completely out of breath as San and Jongho help you up.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you tell him and he envelopes you into a slightly warm hug as you also begin to drench his clothes.

“What are you guys doing in the university lake?” Yunho asks looking at the four boys. The all look at you and you push away from Yunho to look at him in the eyes.

“Wooyoung threw my ring into the lake,” you quietly tell him. Yunho’s eyes slightly widen and is taken aback.

“How did he even get ahold of it?” He asks, his voice soft but almost demanding. Instead of answering him you show him your left hand with the now wet bandage around it.

“H-he uh… um… broke it,” you tell him as tears fill your eyes and you begin to cry. Yunho’s heart breaks just watching you finally break down. He wraps his arms around you slowly and holds you.

“I’ve been here since three. They all got her about four-thirty,” Jongho speaks up in the silence, “still no luck. We’ve about searched this entire lake.”

“Thank you,” Yunho tells them, “you don’t need to continue to look.”

“What do you mean?” You ask looking up at him. Yunho brushes the wet hair from your face and then strokes your head.

“Y/N, it’s just a ring. I can easily replace that,” Yunho laughs.

“But that was the one you proposed to me with,” you explain.

“I’d rather buy you a new ring then let you get sick and still stand here with a broken finger,” Yunho responds, “come on let’s get you to a doctor.” You sigh and look at the other boys.

“Thank you for helping me,” you tell them and open your arms and the four boys hug you all at once and you hold onto Yunho and the two of you step out of the lake, the others following behind you. Seonghwa hands you a towel from his bag and you exchange it for the boots and grab your other shoes. You walk to the parking lot not too far from the lake and you wrap yourself in a towel.

“Do you want to head home first to change and warm up?” Yunho asks as he hold your door open, you already sitting in the passenger seat. You nod your head silently. Yunho bites down on his teeth, upset that you’re upset. He lean into the car and kisses the top of you head before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. Yunho drives you two back to your apartment and you sit in silence. The walk to the apartment from the car and into the apartment is silent.

“I’m going to take a bath to warm up,” you tell him.

“Okay,” answers as he walks into the kitchen setting your things he carried in down on the free counter space. He watches as your phone lights up and begins to buzz. He picks up the phone, answering it.

When you first got into he bath your body was so cold that the hot warm actually burned, but you’ve slowly warmed up to the water and could almost finally relax. You re-wrapped your finger while waiting for the water to rise in the tub and you light swing you left hand over the edge. You ran some of the hot water onto your face with your other hand, trying to warm up the last thing on your body before getting out. You change into the dry and much more comfier clothes you brought into the bathroom.

You exit the bathroom, dressed in one of Yunho’s hoodies and one of you grey sweatpants. You throw your hair up into a wet bun to keep it out of your face.

“Yunho? I’m ready to go, I just need to grab m-“ you stop yourself when you enter your living room, it covered in balloons and candles, and some sunflowers littered on the ground. You look around and you see four heads poking over the counter from your kitchen, you turn the corner and fully enter the living room where you see Yunho on one knee holding you engagement ring.

“You found it!” You squeal with joy causing Yunho to break into a shit eating grin and has to look away to laugh a little. “You don’t need to propose again Yunho.”

“But I want to. You didn’t have a good day and you should of,” Yunho starts, “so Y/N, the absolute love on my life, will you marry me?” You bite down on your lips to avoid the same shit eating grin Yunho has and nod your head. You run the rest of the way to him and hug him, tackling him over and the other boys come around the counter cheering.

“I can’t believe you found my ring!” You cheer as you lay on the floor with Yunho. Instead of putting it on your left ring finger, he places it on your right for the time being. Your lips meet his for a sweet kiss and you hear Jongho ‘vomit’.

“Stop it,” Seonghwa smacks him over the side of the head causing his to mumble an ‘ow’.

“I love you,” you tell Yunho as you pull yourself closer to him and nuzzle your head onto his chest. You rest your hand on his chest which he takes in his hand and his thumb rubs the palm of your hand.

“Don’t you still need to get your finger checked out?” San interrupts the two of you, causing you to groan in annoyance.

“We do, “ Yunho starts and stops San who opens his mouth, “and we’re going to someone who has a degree.” Everyone but San in the room laughs while the boy plops onto the couch to pout. Yunho helps you up and you say good-bye to everyone and give San a cookie to cheer him up as he leaves. You close the door and turn to see Yunho holding up a jacket and helps you put it on.

“You really didn’t need to do this. How did you even have time?” You ask.

“Right as you went to go take your bath Jongho called saying he found the ring so I requested that they grabbed all of this and come over and we all prepared it,” Yunho answers you, his cheeks changing to a soft pink and a shy smile peeks onto his lips.

“Well thank you,” you tell him and stand on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss, “it’s more than what I could of ever asked for.”

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*I'm so sorry, but I wasn't able to finish this in time! I'll finish as soon as I can and post here (if I'm still able) as well as on A03.

For now...

#68 (submitted by @oakfarmer12): Dark Coffee Shop AU- Capitol Peeta runs a coffee/pastry shop in the poshest part of the Capitol nearby President Snow’s mansion. Capitol Katniss is a frequent customer. Things in the Capitol begin to deteriorate as the rebellion drags on. Are they sympathetic to the rebel cause?

Part 2 "A Taste of Rebellion" Snippets:

The next time Katniss visits the coffee shop, it’s evening. She’s still wondering why Peeta asked her to return at night; he was so cryptic about it. Was it just a ruse to get her here and see her again?

But as soon as she steps inside, she sees what Peeta meant. The place is completely transformed, and she nearly walks out, thinking she’s accidentally stumbled into a posh Capitol nightclub. And it looks like one: The space is darkened, lit by fluorescent lighting; music is playing, and not the gentle background music she’s used to here but much louder and more upbeat. The place is bustling. In some more congested areas, she even has to push her way past crowds of Capitolites talking, drinking, and laughing, and Katniss is surprised no one stopped her at the entrance to check the list before allowing her inside. And everyone is dressed up, even...Peeta? At least, she thinks it’s Peeta, but maybe it’s another stocky blond man behind the counter.

When she gets closer, there’s no mistaking it’s him, but he looks completely different, too. He’s dressed all in white, in a pristine suit that seems to perfectly complement his blond hair, which tonight looks professionally styled. Not that Peeta’s hair doesn’t always look good, but it usually looks...messy good, not so...coiffed.

She takes a seat in one of the few open spots at the bar, a couple of seats over from her usual one as it’s taken. Peeta is busy and hasn’t noticed her yet, so she uses the opportunity to observe him quietly as she would a creature in the forest. He’s turned to the side, so she lets her eyes drift all the way down as far as she can see past the counter. She notices he’s wrapped his apron around his bottom half, over his suit. While it’s an odd thing to put over a suit, she imagines it’s somehow functional, and she must admit a rather cute touch. She slides a finger across her lips.

When Peeta turns her direction slightly, she discerns that the most uncomfortable-looking collar she’s ever seen completes his ensemble. It’s diamond-shaped with the jagged top point pressing against his neck like a dagger to the throat. It looks like it was designed by a sociopath; it must jab him whenever he moves. Definitely more fashion than function, and she can’t believe he’d choose to wear such a thing. Surely it wasn’t Cinna’s idea… But then again, if it was, it’d make sense because 9 times out of 10 (or more), a stylist will choose fashion over function or comfort. Although, Cinna’s not a stylist anymore…

But overall, he looks good. Really good. And Katniss feels very underdressed by comparison.

Finally, Peeta sees her; he gets a great big smile on his face and waves. The corner of Katniss’s lips tilt slightly, and she throws up a hand in a static wave. And he heads over. When he’s standing before her, she notes that he still smells as he always does, of cinnamon and dill, but tonight, she also catches a hint of some hair product. It’s coconut, and there's another scent she can’t identify, but it’s masculine. In addition to looking nice, he smells nice, too.

“Hi,” Peeta says, a smile teasing his lips.

“Hi. Here again?”

“I could say the same of you.”

“You asked me to come,” she states plainly.

“So I did.” His grin widens.

“You work a lot.”

“Yeah, it’s necessary. I have a small staff.”

Katniss nods, then her eyes flicker over him again. “Nice suit.”

“Thanks.” He glances down, straightening his lapels. “I, uh, dress up in the evening,” he explains. Then, he adds, “Portia did my hair,” when he notices Katniss’s eyes there. Katniss frowns. “She does that sometimes.” Peeta chuckles. “Guess you can’t take the stylist out completely.”

Katniss gives him a halfhearted smile. For some reason, the idea of the gorgeous Portia running her fingers through Peeta’s silky golden locks unnerves her a little.

“What?” he asks, smirking. “Don’t you like it?” He runs a hand through his slicked hair, and it bounces right back into position.

She shakes her head. “It’s not that. Just...getting adjusted to it."

“That’s right. You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you, Katniss?” Obviously, he knows this because of her drink orders.

***

A middle-aged woman wearing a huge headdress, slightly toasted, stumbles over to the counter and beckons Peeta by curling her long, pointy finger.

“Friend of yours?” Katniss asks, sounding more disgruntled than she intends. But she can't help it; she’s not liking the way this woman is leering at Peeta.

“Uh, no,” he says. “But I have seen her in here a few times. I’ll be right back.” Peeta heads over to take her order.

“What’ll it be, ma’am?” Peeta asks in that sweet tone of his.

Katniss is close enough to hear, though she tries to ignore the interchange. She takes a drink from her cup; as she does, out of the corner of her eye, she catches the woman leaning over.

She reaches out to pinch Peeta’s bicep. “Hmm...how much for you, honey?” she slurs. Okay, so she’s more than slightly toasted; the woman is completely wasted.

At her request, Katniss nearly chokes on the liquid she’d just put in her mouth. She gets a sudden sick feeling that might be jealousy, but she tells herself that Peeta would never go home with some random older woman who wants to purchase him, and of course, he’s too good to take advantage of an inebriated woman. Right?

“Oh.” Peeta chuckles good-naturedly, though Katniss can tell he’s caught off guard. “I’m not for sale, ma’am,” he tells her directly.

Good boy, Katniss thinks, finding her mental response rather odd. After all, why should she care what Peeta does? He’s not her guy, and this is the Capitol. What’s a little prostitution? At least they’re both adults, which isn’t always the case.

“But how about one of our famous pastries?” he adds. Ah, he must think eating something will help soak up the substantial amount of alcohol she must have ingested.

But the woman persists. “Not for sale?” she exclaims in her high-pitched, alcohol-saturated affected accent that’s like nails on a chalkboard to Katniss. “Everything’s for sale if you have enough money.” And apparently, everyone, too, according to her. The woman leans in to get a better look at Peeta, and she runs a hand up and down his lapel. “Weren’t you the Victor a few years back?”

Katniss doesn’t like the fact that she’s touching him, but it is rather amusing. And downright ridiculous. She thinks Peeta is a Victor. Either this woman is extremely misinformed‒perhaps she doesn’t even watch The Hunger Games–or she’s so incredibly drunk that Peeta has morphed into a former Victor to her. Maybe, next, he’ll become a mutt, and she’ll run out screaming. Whatever the case, it’s a little sad; although she’s sure Peeta will let her down easy. Katniss rolls her eyes.

“No, m’am. I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” Peeta says, polite as can be. “But seriously, you should try one of our pastries; they’re the best around, loved Capitol-wide.”

The woman sighs loudly and slumps against the counter. Apparently, she’s not hungry for food right now. But Peeta is an excellent salesman and manages to tempt her with something aside from his body, his amazing selection of sweets. She chooses one, but then, to Katniss’s disgust, she opens her blue-lined lips, expecting Peeta to feed her.

Oh, God. Katniss cringes. He’s not really going to do it, is he? How’s Peeta going to get out of this one?

She expects him to be more creative in getting out of it, but Peeta simply feigns being beckoned by someone and calls out to them; he nudges the plate the pastry is on toward the woman, and darts off. Katniss puts a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at him as he

…

His eyes meet hers, and he actually looks a bit embarrassed.

“So, how often does that happen?” she deadpans.

“Never.” He rubs the back of his neck. “That’s never happened before.”

Katniss smirks. “Well, at least she thought you looked like a Victor,” she states plainly. “I guess that’s a compliment.” Although certainly not ever Victor is attractive, many of them have some kind of appeal.

“Yeah. I guess so…,” he says with uncertainty.

“Not that she could see straight,” Katniss quips. Peeta smiles.

“Probably not. But I wonder which one she thinks I look like?” He taps his chin, considering it a moment. “Maybe...Gloss?”

“No,” Katniss responds immediately. “You don’t look anything like Gloss.”

Peeta raises a brow. “I’m even more handsome, right?” He grins and leans forward.

Katniss knows Peeta’s game. He’s not being arrogant; he just wants to get her to compliment him. And she’s not going to do it. Her first thought is to say something outright insulting, not because she doesn’t find Peeta attractive‒that’s definitely not it‒but because, she supposes, it’s her natural instinct, to say nothing or something negative.

***

While they watch the Tributes Parade together, Cinna relates tales of his days as a stylist and comments on the costumes. Lastly, District 12 shows up, and as usual, they’re in their horrible coal-mining outfits, but at least they aren’t stark naked and covered in black powder this year. It’s then that Cinna suddenly has a ‘vision,’ or at least, that’s how it appears from the look on his face. He proceeds to tell Peeta and Katniss how he would dress his tributes, and then, he starts eyeing Katniss up.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Cinna?” she glowers.

“It’s just...you have such...fire in you, Katniss. Your personality. I think I would have you be on fire. I’d put you in flames.”

“Flames?” She quirks a brow. “Real flames?” She looks to Peeta, who seems amused.

“No, not real, of course. But I know how to create a substance that would appear as flames. Portia and I were brainstorming one day, and we cooked it up.” He doesn’t laugh at his own wordplay, only grins, and it makes Katniss want to as well.

“But the costumes are supposed to reflect the character of the district. I’m from the Capitol, Cinna,” she protests.

“I know, but just go with it for a moment, Katniss. District 12. Coal-mining. Coal burns, so it’s related. Now, imagine with me that you’re a girl from District 12...”

“I don’t want to imagine I’m from District 12, Cinna,” she snips.

Cinna chuckles throatily. “See, Peeta, I’m telling you, this girl is pure fire.” Peeta bobs his head in agreement, and Cinna leans over toward Katniss, his long, thin lips curling all the way up. “If you were in the Games, Katniss, I’d definitely bet on you.”

Katniss scoffs, then chuckles a little. “Me? In the Hunger Games? That’s ridiculous. And why would you bet on me, Cinna? I have no combat training.”

“Yes, but you can shoot,” Peeta chimes in. “By the way, I’m still waiting for that deer meat.”

She smirks at him. Obviously, he’s just being snarky, but he’s only served to remind her. Now, she’ll just have to bring him extra.

“Animals,” she clarifies, getting back to the matter at hand. “I know how to shoot animals, not…” And it’s as if it’s the first time she’s ever realized it, that the Hunger Games is all about people killing each other. Not just people, but kids‒many of them completely inexperienced. It’s stupid because, of course, that’s what it is, and she knew it all along, but this is the first time it gives her an unsettled feeling in her stomach.

Both Peeta and Cinna have somber expressions. They both know exactly what she’s thinking.

“Yeah,” Peeta finally says in a dire way. “Those kids lose a lot more than their lives in the Hunger Games.”

“What do you mean, Peeta?”

“Well...killing another human being...I wouldn’t know, but...it must cost everything you are.”

Peeta’s words set like a rock in Katniss’s stomach. And it reminds her…

“Cinna,” she says flatly. “I’m kind of surprised you’re so excited about my hypothetical costume, considering you gave up being a stylist.” Not that she knows much about it, but upon recollection, it seemed like he had talent.

“Yes, well,” Cinna’s gaze flicks to Peeta, then lowers for just a second. He raises his eyes to meet Katniss’s. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate fashion. There were…,” his lips quirk, but not in the amused way she’s accustomed, “let’s just say, other reasons I left.”

Katniss nods, though she doesn’t understand a bit.

“It wasn’t because I dislike the notion of designing a pretty dress for a pretty girl.” Cinna gives her a pointed look. “And one so strong shouldn’t be dressed in some stupid costume."

Katniss feels a touch of warmth rise in her cheeks, even though it’s just Cinna who said it. And then, for some reason, she looks over at Peeta. His lips are parted ever so slightly, and he and Cinna are engaged in something akin to a staredown. It doesn’t last long, though, because Cinna bursts out laughing and claps Peeta on the back.

What was that all about? She wonders.

A sincere smile creeps up on Peeta’s face as he looks between Katniss and Cinna. “Well, I think Katniss would look good in anything you put her in, Cinna. But you’re wrong about something.” He presses his lips together. “She’s not pretty; she’s beautiful.” He directs it at Cinna, but his gaze slowly shifts to Katniss, testing the waters.

“Mm.”

Katniss barely hears Cinna’s mutter of acknowledgment because that stupid organ in her chest has gone and betrayed her; her heart’s rhythm has gone askew, and her cheeks are burning, also, and she’s uncomfortable with it, so she turns the situation around. “So, Cinna? What would you put Peeta in?”

Cinna strokes his chin thoughtfully and comes to a swift conclusion. “Well, Katniss, I’d put him in flames, too, because of course, you two would be a team.”

This floors both Peeta and Katniss, and they exchange a quick look of shock. Has Cinna noticed this thing between them which Katniss can’t quite put a name to yet? But more importantly, Katniss wants to tell Cinna how stupid that is, that even if she and Peeta were district partners, they wouldn’t be a team. They would be mortal enemies trying to kill one another.

“Cinna, that would never work,” she says instead. “That’s not what the Hunger Games are about.”

“Well,” Cinna smiles, “you never know.”

Katniss swallows a groan and pushes back her frustration over Cinna’s lofty ideals. “Let’s just...watch the rest of the Parade,” she says

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Dizzy Hearts

Author: bvidzsoo

Warning: cursing

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x female reader

Word count: 9, 048

Summary: You and Mingyu have been friends since you were little, but without realizing, your hearts started beating differently for each other.

A/N: Ay, I’m back with this Mingyu one shot! I’m so glad I finished it before leaving AAA! I hope you enjoy it and don’t be shy to leave feedback! :)

It was the big night. And when I mean the big night, I mean, THE big night. It was the homecoming match, our school against a neighboring school, both having the best teams in the city. Now, this isn’t like your usual homecoming thing...it’s just the school match, but since everyone makes a big deal out of it...we just call it THE homecoming match.

To be honest, I would have liked staying inside my warm room on this cold evening, but having my best friend as the Quarterback of the team, that wasn’t an option. So, wearing a long sleeved sweater, my warmest coat and the stolen beanie from my best friend, I am ready to freeze against my seat and cheer as loudly as I can. People were already antsy around me, murmurs of how ‘We must win this match’ reached my ears. I turned towards Jihoon, one of my friends, and grimaced.

“They should start already, I’m going to freeze”

“Why didn’t you dress up warmly?” Jihoon rolled his eyes, chewing his gum rather loudly.

“You think, this--” I gestured towards myself “Is not dressing warmly?”

“If you are cold” Jihoon only shrugged as I huffed and slouched down in my seat. My eyes went back to Jihoon again as he popped his gum loudly, irritating me. No wonder he wasn’t cold, he’s wearing a freaking winter coat! It’s not even winter yet!

“Excuse me--yeah, uhm, sorry! Move your leg--please, oh! Sorry dude, I told you to move--”

“No” I groaned, covering my face with my cold hands, wishing for my seat to swallow me up.

“Oh, hey!” The guy exclaimed loudly, spilling a little popcorn on the ground.

“You can’t sit with us, Soonyoung” Jihoon rolled his eyes, popping another balloon with his gum.

“I don’t want to sit with you” Soonyoung rolled his eyes, brushing past Jihoon rather harshly, almost knocking him down from his seat.

“I said, us” Jihoon muttered, eyes falling on me as I tried to protect my feet from Soonyoung stomping on it.

“Hey, Y/N” He grinned widely at me as he plopped down in the, unfortunately, empty seat beside me.

“Hi” I muttered, eyes going back to the, still, empty field.

“How are you feeling?” Soonyoung asked, still grinning at me.

“Great, freezing” I muttered, burying my hands back in my pockets. Can someone make Soonyoung disappear? Thanks.

“Oh! I have just what you need!” Soonyoung exclaimed, again, as he messily placed his popcorn on the ground and reached inside his pockets.

“You gone and my room? I’d love that right now” I snapped at Soonyoung making Jihoon chuckle.

“Hot packs” Soonyoung grimaced as he handed me two. I eyed him for a second before taking them.

“Won’t you be cold?” I asked quietly, more to myself, as I gripped the hot packs, feeling grateful to them.

“Don’t worry” Soonyoung nudged my shoulder as he gave me a small smile. I offered him one back, sighing quietly to myself. I think it’s been two years now that Soonyoung won’t leave me alone. He probably liked me, but the problem is...I like someone else, so he has no chances.

“It’s starting!” Jihoon exclaimed as suddenly the horns went off, the lights shone onto the field brigther and the players ran out onto the field. I screamed loudly when I spotted my best friend, waving my little flag around. Yes, the team even had their own flag. And yes, my best friend does have a name, Kim Mingyu. A giant, who started towering over me when we turned fifteen, the clumsiest person who I’ve ever known, he broke my fish tank not once but twice and a person I never thought I’d have in my life, without Mingyu I’d be a loner honestly.

“Kim Mingyu!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, making people stare at me. Yes, I am the biggest supporter of Kim Mingyu, Quarterback and Idiot of Diamond High School.

“I’ll go deaf if you shout again like that” Jihoon complained loudly, trying to shout over the cheers around us, making me laugh.

“You think they’ll win?” Soonyoung asked rather uninterested, nodding his head towards the field.

“I’ll pretend you offered some popcorn for me if you want to live for a long time” I grinned threateningly at Soonyoung for questioning Mingyu’s talents, and the teams of course, before grabbing a handful of Soonyoung’s popcorn.

“Great” He muttered with a glare as the coach blew the whistle.

Before I knew it, they started out in full force, getting those goals like they were nothing. I tried not to, like I always do, but my eyes couldn’t help it and found Mingyu, even from a big distance. I’ve seen him train so many times, but he was always more fascinating when it was a real match. All the hours I watched him excercising while it was blazing hot outside. I was hiding underneath a tree usually, but Mingyu was running in the hot sun, sweat dripping from his body. The many times he took his shirt off and I had to force my eyes to stay away from his torso and the times when I tried not to salivate at the way his back muscles were flexing was really hard. Those times, I wished I was blind. But seeing him playing so passionately tonight really did no good to my heart. If it was beating quickly for him before, it was beating even faster right now. I wish the heart listened to the brain first before deciding on its own.

The game was a success, to our school at least, just like everyone expected it. We won, and we won big. We became the school with the best team in the city. If all is true, the boys could make it far and go play in the nationals. Mingyu’s dream would come true, but that thought scares me. I’m not sure if others are allowed to go and I don’t think I could last longer than a day without physically having Mingyu beside me. But pushing that thought quickly to the back of my mind, I also quickly pushed the people in my way away. It was like wrestling when wanting to go on the field after the game, everyone filling it up. But my priority was to reach Mingyu before he’d retread to the locker room and congratulate him.

I groaned as someone elbowed me hard in the stomach, but it was worth it when Mingyu’s back was right in front of me. Thanks to the pushy people, I stumbled and fell against his back, circling my arms around his torso tightly. Mingyu’s yelp was loud and high pitched as he jumped, his hands gripping my arms tightly.

“Y/N?” He asked loudly, head turning to the side to get a glimpse of me.

“The only one” I cackled and let go of him to let him properly turn around.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, his face lighting up like a puppy’s, and before I knew it, his strong arms went around me and lifted me up in the air. I shrieked, gripping his arms for support and out of fear of him dropping me, before I managed to hug him to myself.

“We won!” He exclaimed, still having me lifted in his sweaty arms.

“I know!” I screamed back, laughing while enjoying the hug. It was pretty disgusting but this is Mingyu, and I’d do anything for him...even accept a sweaty hug where I feel like I’m flying and dying at the same time because he’s squeezing me too hard.

“My blood circulation is in danger though!” I patted his shoulder with a laugh and he was quick to put me back on my feet.

“Sorry” He chuckled, a little embarrassed, as he looked down at me.

“You idiot” I chuckled, caressing his cheek before getting on my tip toes, “I told you that you’d win”

Mingyu’s smile only grew as he watched me lean closer to him, my lips touching his cheek for an affectionate peck.

“Congratulations” I finally said, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“I’ll see you after I wash up, don’t leave” Mingyu’s voice was soft as he nuzzled his cheek into my hand, quietly adding, “Please”

“Don’t take too long” I winked at him, taking a step back to let him go. Mingyu grinned and nodded before turning around and running off towards the locker room. I sighed as I watched him go, the people around me still pushing.

“Are you his girlfriend?” A girl beside me asked, surprising me.

“His?” I motioned towards where Mingyu just ran. The girl’s eyes narrowed as she nodded.

“Yeah, I am” I lied, shrugging as she continued watching me.

“Really?” She asked, eyebrows raising.

“No” I faked a smile as I turned around and started walking towards the exit. I wish I were his girlfriend.

I thankfully managed to find Jihoon, and Soonyoung unfortunately, again but they left me alone after fifteen minutes. It was freezing and Mingyu was taking too long. He’s always done in ten minutes. Pushing off the brick wall, I decided to head towards the locker room, hoping I would see no naked butts while trying to find Mingyu. The halls were quiet and barely lit as I walked inside, taking a turn towards the locker room. I could hear loud boy voices, half of the team probably is still here. I opened the door and placed a hand against my eyes, leaving a tiny crack to still see something. I walked towards where the loud voices were coming from. Knocking on a locker to get their attention, I grinned awkwardly.

“No one’s naked, right?” I asked, making the boys laugh.

“No” Someone answered and I let my hand fall, offering them a normal smile. The boys greeted me and I waved back at them, looking around but seeing no trace of Mingyu.

“Anyone knows where’s Mingyu? He’s taking too long…” I trailed off, biting my lower lip as the boys shrugged.

“He’s by the back lockers” Jeonghan, a friendly and handsome boy, spoke up as he nodded his head towards the back.

“Oh, thank you” I smiled at him as he returned it and quickly took off. He tells me to wait for him but then he makes me wait for too long for him. Opening my mouth, and ready to call Mingyu out, I turned the corner but quickly stumbled back, placing both hands against my mouth. Fuck! Thank God my mouth wasn’t fast enough. Taking another peek, my heart gave a hard thump. Fuck, I wish I didn’t see this. Mingyu pushing up some girl against a locker while they suck off each others faces, and his hand down her shirt. My heart ached for what I just saw and I felt jealousy flooding my brain. Why is he making out with that girl? He told me to wait for him, in the cold, and he was making me freeze to death because sucking someone’s face off is more important than leaving your best friend alone in the cold and dark? I scoffed as I turned my back towards them, trying to ease my aching hurt. Yes, I am jealous, because I wish that was me. And no, this isn’t that cliche scene where I just realize I like my best friend, because no. I’ve been conscious of liking Mingyu for the past five years. But I’m not confident enough to tell him and I don’t think he likes me back, or at least not more than a friend. And maybe, to try and hide my feelings, I’ve friendzoned him many times. Sighing loudly, I let my feet take me back to where the other boys were sitting.

“Found him?” Jeonghan asked when he spotted me leaning against the wall.

“Yeah” I muttered, crossing my arms in front of me.

“He’s busy?” He asked with a smile, it almost looked evil.

“Pretty much” I said with a chuckle, sending a small glare towards him.

“Well, you can stay with us until he’s done” Jeonghan offered, scooting over and making space for me on the bench. I eyed the other boys but they seemed unbothered by my presence so I took the seat beside Jeonghan, thankful that I didn’t have to wait in the cold anymore...and angry at Mingyu. Screw him, he ruined my good mood and night.

My white ceiling never got boring, always helping me think or helping me ignore people who I wanted to ignore. My messy ponytail rested on my left shoulder as I lay on my back, hands on my tummy and legs crossed at my ankles as I hummed quietly to myself. My bed moved as the person beside me did too, and I felt eyes on me. I continued to hum, tracing invisible paths with my eyes on my ceiling.

“Y/N?” But I ignored the voice, like I’ve been doing since he came over. This is the best remedy to soothe the ache I felt yesterday and all night, and I’m feeling even now.

“I’ve been telling you about the possibilities we just got by winning this game but you didn’t even pay attention?” He pressed on, but I still couldn’t care less. He didn’t care about me last night enough, did he? Why should I care about his useless possibilities?

“Y/N” His voice was firmer, slightly demanding. I scoffed in my head, annoyed by the thought of him wanting to dominate me. Mingyu lost that title and power.

Before I could react, I felt large hands wrap around the sides of my head and turn it forcefully to the right. My eyes widened when I stared up into Mingyu’s eyes, his face hovering close to mine. I scoffed and tried to pull my head back but he wouldn’t let me. Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed as I fought against his grip with a glare, now gripping his wrists to pull his hold off.

“Let go of me!” I huffed, finally, letting my nails sink into his skin. Mingyu hissed as he let go of my head with a push, sitting up. It’s not like the first time we do something like this, we always end up physically fighting because of something. But that’s usually playful, this is more aggressive.

“What the fuck?” Mingyu cursed, his hard glare on me as I returned to my initial position of staring up at my ceiling.

“Do I get to know why you are ignoring me? It’s not funny” Mingyu hissed as he leaned closer to me, still glaring at me. I only sighed, biting my lip to keep the answer from coming out.

“Fuck you” Mingyu scoffed and the bed dipped, and for a second I was ready to call out to him thinking he was leaving, but then he was on top of me, his knees blocking mine.

“Mingyu!” I shrieked, sitting up abruptly, pushing at his chest.

“Oh, finally” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he gripped my hands, stilling me, “Will you stop ignoring me now?”

“Can you get off me?” I hissed, glaring as hard as I could.

“No, because then you won’t answer me and I’ll leave” He said, tugging on my hands a little.

“Leave, I couldn’t care less” I snapped, actually regretting it not even a second later after it left my lips. Mingyu’s eyes widened and it was obvious he felt hurt by my words as his eyebrows furrowed and eyes averted from my face.

“Wait, Mingyu--” He let go of my hands and raised up to his knees, getting off me. Panicking that he really would leave, I raised onto my knees too and quickly hugged him preventing him from moving.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. You know that” I quickly said, tightening my arms around him as I let my head rest against his shoulder, “Please stay…”

He stayed quiet and I thought he’d really leave me, that I finally did it this time, hurt him profoundly, but his arms went around me and he pushed me backwards, almost falling on me. Facing each other, with our arms still around each other, we stared into each others eyes.

“You know you could have fallen on me and killed me. You are too heavy” I snapped, after a long silence and Mingyu laughed quietly, his teeth showing. I bit my lower lip, feeling like my heart just grew a little.

“I wasn’t going to fall on you, I knew what I was doing” He said after calming down, giving me a warm smile.

“I’m upset with you” I muttered, chewing on my lower lip as I looked away from his face.

“Why?” Mingyu asked just as quietly, snuggling closer to me.

“You left me alone in the cold yesterday, Mingyu”

“I said I wouldn’t stay for long--” My eyes snapped back at his and I saw the guilt in them.

“But you did!” I snapped, kicking him with my leg, “I had to wait for fifteen minutes and you still didn’t come!”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up” He muttered embarrassed, his hands slowly caressing my back.

“I saw you...kissing that girl” I cleared my throat as Mingyu’s eyes widened.

“It wasn’t anything--”

“Honestly Mingyu--” I laughed, trying to mask the hurt I started feeling suddenly “I thought you’d tell me if you liked someone, I’m your best friend”

“It’s not like that...it was nothing, really” Mingyu said seriously, nodding his head, “She just...came onto me and we ended up kissing. I don’t like her...at all”

My eyes narrowed as I continued to stare at him without saying anything.

“I’m serious” Mingyu whined, nudging my forehead with his.

“I still hate you” I muttered, nuzzling into his chest and closing my eyes.

“I still love you” He said with a chuckle while resting his chin on top of my head. I love you too, idiot, just not like how you love me.

Monday mornings were never kind to me, and neither is today’s morning. I woke up with a headache and after eating some cereals I took some pills to soothe the ache, but even after two hours I can still feel it. Mingyu decided it was a good idea to blast music loudly in his car while we rode it to school, even though I asked him not to. He was still excited over his win and probably won’t shut up about it for another week. And then there came the tiring people from our school. While walking to our lockers, which were by pure coincidence beside each other, people didn’t stop coming to us and talking to Mingyu like he was some kind of superstar. Which he kinda is, but no one outside this school knows about him...so he’s not really one, do you get me? And then, my day could only get worse as Soonyoung, obviously, showed up too, just to annoy me.

We were waiting for our English teacher when Soonyoung ran inside with at least five books in his hands.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed loudly, our classmates unbothered as they were already used to it.

“Help me” I mouthed towards Jihoon, who was sitting beside me and typing away on his phone.

“When he gets too annoying” He muttered back, chewing lazily on his gum. I groaned and was about to slam my head against our desk but Soonyoung was faster. He slammed the five books in his arms against our desk loudly, waking the sleeping Mingyu behind us. Jihoon yelped as he looked up at Soonyoung wide eyed.

“Damn, those books are so heavy” Soonyoung muttered, eyebrows furrowing as he massaged his wrists.

“Your seat is in the front…” I trailed off, really wishing for some peace before my headache gets worse.

“I know, but--” Soonyoung grinned, leaning against my desk as Jihoon eyed the books curiously “Wonwoo said these books were really good, you like to read, right?”

I could feel Mingyu leaning over my shoulder, supporting himself on his elbows as he breathed onto my neck, “Yes, I like to read”

“Great!” Soonyoung exclaimed again with an embarrassed laugh as Jihoon threw him a small glare, not before his eyes fell on Mingyu behind me, hovering over me. I sighed as I looked at the book titles, Soonyoung and Mingyu having a staring contest in the meantime.

“I read this one!” I said excitedly once I spotted my favorite book, “Pride and Prejudice is my favorite book”

“Really?” Soonyoung’s grin grew as I looked up at him, a grin of mine matching his. His cheeks became slightly red as they were puffed out thanks to his big grin. Honestly, he looked pretty cute.

“Really” I chuckled, opening the book with a smile, “Tell Wonwoo he has a great taste...I read these books already”

“Oh shoot” Soonyoung hissed, eyebrows furrowing, “I gotta find new ones then...I’ll bring some new tomorrow--”

“Why don’t you try and read at least one of these?” I spoke up, placing the book back on top of the others, “If you want me to read a book...give me something you liked and not Wonwoo, okay?”

Soonyoung remained quiet and chewed on his lips as I continued to smile at him warmly. He might be annoying most of the time, but gestures like this really warm my heart.

“I don’t read too much…” He muttered but I shook my head.

“It doesn’t matter...something you read, I’m sure you’ll find one” Soonyoung’s eyebrows remained furrowed until he gave a firm nod and took the books off my desk.

“I’ll make sure to find something” He called as he walked to his seat, leaving me chuckling to myself. Okay, this is the first cute thing he does that I actually liked and wasn’t bothered by. Unlike last year when he brought flowers for me on Valentines Day and I accepted them because I didn’t want to humiliate him in front of everyone.

“This dude, seriously…” Mingyu snorted, still hovering over me, “He’s pathetic”

“Just because he’s not the famous Quarterback doesn’t mean he’s pathetic” I snapped, turning my head only to come face to face with Mingyu, “At least he goes out of his comfort zone and does something he knows I enjoy doing”

“Are you assuming I only do things I like and you don’t?” Mingyu fired back, eyebrows furrowing.

“I never saw you bringing me a book you thought I’d like to read” I muttered, watching Mingyu’s reaction. He scoffed, raising his hand.

“I don’t like to read” He flicked my forehead but I only turned around.

“Soonyoung doesn’t either” I muttered and Mingyu scoffed, probably wanting to say something but Jihoon sighed loudly.

“How about you continue this lovers quarrel when I’m not around, okay?” He said, popping his gum loudly before the teacher walked in, preventing me from punching Jihoon.

Thankfully lunch was quick to approach and by now my headache stopped, making me able to function properly. I was quietly eating my sandwich and listening to Jihoon’s conversation with Mingyu about some new football technique Jihoon just learned. It was rather boring so I tuned them out until Soonyoung was standing in front of me with a big smile.

“So...you told me to find a book I really liked…” He sat down across from us, hands still behind him.

“Yeah, don’t tell me you read a whole book in like...three hours?” I chuckled as Soonyoung shook his head with a little tint to his cheeks.

“I found this book in my grandparent's library when I was little” He placed an old book on the table, I placed my sandwich down to take the book in my hands, “It’s old and from a foreign writer but I know I enjoyed it a lot. I don’t remember much because I was little but I know it stuck with me”

I hummed as I opened the book, reading the title. The Paul Street Boys, written by Molnár Ferenc.

“Do you mind if I borrow it for a while?” I asked with a smile, looking back at Soonyoung. By now, Mingyu and Jihoon were paying attention to our conversation too as Soonyoung fidgeted in his seat, trying to contain his happiness but was failing hard.

“Sure!” He exclaimed finally, giggling when I snorted, “But I’m warning you...the ending is really sad”

“Don’t spoil it!” I yelped, throwing a glare at him and covering my ears with my hands. Jihoon chuckled beside me but Mingyu’s eyes were sharp as they watched us.

“I wasn’t about to, don’t worry” Soonyoung chuckled as I lowered my hands and resumed eating my sandwich.

“I never took you for one that likes to read” Mingyu commented rather coldly as Soonyoung shrugged.

“I never took your for one that messes around with girls either” I almost choked on my food as Mingyu started to laugh loudly, Soonyoung’s smile looked bitter.

“Y/N” I hummed, wide eyes looking at Soonyoung as he called my name.

“Go on a date with me” Jihoon’s gum pop was loud as both Mingyu and I stopped breathing. Jihoon’s eyes were darting from one to another as Soonyoung stared at me seriously.

“Uh…” I chuckled, trying to find the right words, “I--”

“I was just joking” Soonyoung exclaimed, starting to laugh loudly as I nodded, staring down at my sandwich. Well, that wasn’t funny.

“Fuck off, Soonyoung” Mingyu suddenly snapped, voice harsh as Jihoon snorted beside him, earning an almost slap from Mingyu, if only he wasn’t a coward when it came to hitting Jihoon.

“You’re funny” Soonyoung winked at Mingyu and took out his lunch, giving me a small smile. I smiled back but had a hard time enjoying the rest of my lunch because of the tension between Mingyu and Soonyoung. I really wish Mingyu stopped being so protective of me, it gets out of hand sometimes and it’s definitely not funny.

Classes were finally over and I quickly walked towards the parking lot, knowing Mingyu would be there by his car, waiting for me to drive me home. I couldn’t be more thankful that school was finally over for today, I can’t wait to take a nap.

Greeting a few people on my way to Mingyu’s car, I fished out my phone and didn’t really pay attention to my surroundings until I heard a car’s horn. I bowed to apologize as the guy inside shook his head at me, pushing up his glasses as he drove off. Gripping my phone in my hand, I bit my lip at the sight. My feet stopped as the ache returned to my heart, as if someone suddenly started squeezing it. Fucking great, I hate my life!

Mingyu and the same girl were leaning against Mingyu’s girl and making out, again! What if when Mingyu excuses himself to the washroom in class he’s actually just sneaking off to make out with this girl? At that thought, I felt sick to my stomach as I forced my legs to take me closer to them. The many times I daydreamed about Mingyu in class, but he was actually busy sucking off someone else’s face.

I cleared my throat once I stopped close enough that they could hear me and they instantly broke apart. When Mingyu’s eyes landed on me he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. The girl’s hair was in a ponytail this time, blond and silky hair, and I couldn’t help but spot the darkening hickey on her neck. My jaw clenched as I forced out a smile at her.

“This is embarrassing” She chuckled, cheeks going red, “My name is Rose”

“I’m Y/N” I said politely, trying not to direct my anger at her. She has no fault.

“I know” She chuckled, turning towards Mingyu a little bit, “This giant told me all about you?”

“Really?” I asked a little surprised, eyes going to Mingyu as he just shrugged, “Cool, I hope he didn’t bore you with it”

“Nah” Rose chuckled, waving her hand, “You sound like a really cool girl”

“Thanks” I nodded my head a little as she looked at Mingyu and gave him a peck before turning back towards me.

“It was nice meeting you but I’ll be going now” She waved at me as she turned to leave.

“See you around, I guess” I waved back as she ran off, going back inside the school. It was quiet between Mingyu and I as I refused to look at him, afraid that he’d see the tears that started to well up in my eyes and his hard stare wasn’t helping either.

“I want to go home” I finally forced out, my voice a little shaky. Fuck. Mingyu nodded and ran his hands through his hair again before going around to the driver’s seat. I blinked quickly, to get rid of the tears, while getting inside the car. Once Mingyu started the engine I turned the radio up, hoping it’d tune out my thoughts screaming at me and aching heart. Can he really not see how much I like him? Will I always be heartbroken? I can’t even be mad at Rose because she’s nice.

“I thought you said it was nothing serious” I finally spoke up, sniffling as I ran a hand through my long hair, definitely not blond nor silky.

“Yeah, it’s not” Mingyu muttered, turning down the volume of the radio, “We are just...kinda dating”

“And that’s not serious?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“It’s not serious to me” Mingyu pressed on, glancing at me as he took a turn towards my street.

“But it is to her” I muttered, gripping my phone tightly, “I just wish you told me earlier...spoke to me about her like you spoke to her about me”

And maybe then I could have prepared my heart and the aching wouldn’t be this bad, because I’d know what was coming my way. But now, I’m left feeling like an idiot for thinking maybe I had a chance with him.

“She’s not that important” Mingyu snapped, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“You are insulting her by saying that and I don’t like it” I snapped back, head turning towards him as Mingyu pressed on the breaks, the car stopping with a rather harsh jolt.

“Bye” I said before he could say anything and got off, slamming the door a little harder than usual. I walked inside my house without a wave or a wink like I usually do, slamming the door closed and locking it, making sure Mingyu couldn’t come inside if he decided to follow me. I need to be alone. Just looking at him right now hurts. Fishing out my phone from my pocket, the tears welling up again, I typed in Soonyoung’s number. He picked up after the third ring.

“You said you wanted to go on a date” I said, the tears starting to fall one by one.

“Uh, I--” Soonyoung stuttered but I didn’t let him speak.

“Okay, let’s go on a date!” I said shakily, nodding my head to reassure myself, “You can choose the place and hour”

“Really? You want to go on that date?” Soonyoung sounded shocked and I chuckled, finding him funny and rather shooting right now.

“I do, so...don’t forget to text me, okay?”

“I definitely won’t!” Soonyoung exclaimed too loudly in the phone and I hung up with a chuckle. I whipped the tears off my cheeks and walked to my room. Maybe it’s time I try and get over Mingyu. It should take time but it shouldn’t be impossible.

It was a cold evening, but not as cold as on the night of the match. I nuzzled into my coat as I walked beside Soonyoung, following him to the nice dining place Mingyu, Jihoon and I often visit.

“I like this place” I spoke up, amused that Soonyoung was being so quiet.

“Really?” His voice was squeaky, making me snort quietly.

“Really” I nodded, looking at him. He became flustered as he opened the door and held it for me and after followed me inside.

“You are being weird” I spoke up as we looked around for a free table. It was rather full tonight.

“I just never thought you’d do on a date with me...I feel like I’m dreaming” He muttered, eyebrows furrowed as I started laughing. I gripped his wrist and pulled him towards an empty table by the big windows.

“I’m surprised it took you so long to ask me out” I teased him as we took our coats off. Soonyoung scoffed embarrassed.

“Well, I know you don’t particularly like me…” He shrugged and I felt a little bit bad for being so harsh to him all the time.

“Well, you always annoy me so how did you expect me to like you?” I chuckled and Soonyoung shrugged as he picked up the Menu.

“You are too quiet and still, is this Kwon Soonyoung I’m speaking to?” I narrowed my eyes playfully at him as a smile instantly appeared on his lips.

“I have all your attention here, I don’t need to show off” He stuck his tongue out, making me laugh. Soonyoung isn’t even that bad...who would have thought. The waitress came up to us and took our orders quickly, Soonyoung knowing her so I listened quietly as they exchanged a few words.

“You are quite popular, huh” I teased, glancing outside before looking back at Soonyoung.

“You could say that” He grinned and raised his chin a little bit.

“Other than annoying me...what do you like to do?” I asked, growing curious of this boy who seemed to be so different outside of school.

“Dance, I love to dance. I’m the happiest when I can dance” He smiled fondly and I couldn’t help but smile as well.

“I hope I’ll get to see you dance one day” I winked at him as our drinks were served.

“Well, there’s a party this weekend, so if you want to come--”

“Y/N! Soonyoung!” Someone exclaimed, getting our attention. My eyes widened when they fell on Rose and Mingyu, whose hands were intertwined, and were walking towards us. Soonyoung looked at me with his eyebrows raised, before grimacing a little.

“Hey!” I greeted back with a confused smile.

“What a coincidence” Rose chuckled, leaning into Mingyu’s side as they stopped by our table. Mingyu’s jaw was clenched as his eyes went from Soonyoung to me but I ignored him, focusing on Rose only.

“Are you on a date?” I asked while forcing a friendly smile on my face. It hurts even more to see them now.

“Yes” Rose giggled, nudging Mingyu who glanced down at her, “Are you on a date too?”

“Actually, yeah, we are” Soonyoung nodded proudly, grinning widely at Rose who nodded happily. I smiled at Soonyoung before looking back at Mingyu, but he was glaring at the ground.

“There are no empty tables anymore though…” Rose trailed off sadly, my eyes wandering around.

“Well…” I looked at Soonyoung for permission and when he nodded reassuringly I offered him a small smile, “You could sit with us then…”

“Really?” Rose’s eyes grew wide as she looked at Soonyoung and then at me, “We really don’t want to bother--”

“It’s not a bother” Soonyoung and Mingyu spoke up at the same time

“If they say so, let’s stay” All eyes landed on Mingyu, who looked tense but tried to brush it off with a tight smile, “I mean, they already offered, didn’t they?”

“I guess it’s a double date then” Rose giggled and I chuckled. Great, I just wanted a Mingyu free night where I could get my mind off things and now here they are, Mingyu and Rose, both about to fuck up my good mood and pleasant date with Soonyoung. Mingyu made a move to sit beside me but Rose was faster and slid on the seat beside me, smiling at me when I helped her take off her coat. Soonyoung ignored Mingyu as he loudly plopped down beside him, eyebrows furrowed at me and Rose.

“I never thought I’d see you two on a date” Rose spoke up, eyeing Soonyoung and me.

“Me neither” Mingyu muttered with a scoff, earning a glare from me while Soonyoung and Rose seemed not to hear it.

“It took me by surprise too” Soonyoung chuckled, shrugging a little as I rolled my eyes playfully.

“You asked him out?” Rose asked excitedly, her big eyes falling on me.

“Uh...no, he asked me out” I answered, taking a sip of my water awkwardly.

“Oh...it would have been fate if you did…” Rose chuckled, taking the Menu in her hands.

“Why? You asked Mingyu out?” Soonyoung raised his eyebrows, a little teasingly as he threw a glance at Mingyu who only glared at him.

“Yeah, and I had so much convincing to do too…” Rose pouted as she looked at Mingyu who smiled at her.

“Yeah, he can be rather difficult” I muttered with a grimace, glaring at Mingyu when his eyes snapped at me.

“You are not in our classes though…” Soonyoung trailed off, eyes narrowed at Rose.

“Oh, because I’m in art class” She explained and Soonyoung nodded impressed.

“See? You should have gone there too with your passion for dancing” I nudged Soonyoung’s foot underneath the table and he chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, perhaps once I get to college” He muttered, playing with his fingers.

“Wow, you can dance” Mingyu spoke up with a bored tone, running a hand through his hair, “Impressive”

“Truly, it is” I snapped as I looked at Mingyu, “More impressive at least than playing the Quarterback position in the school’s football team”

Mingyu huffed as an annoyed smirk crossed his lips, Rose and Soonyoung eyed me. Fuck Kim Mingyu, why is he so annoying lately? I seriously can’t stand him ever since I’ve seen him making out with Rose against the lockers. And he made me wait in the cold…

Things were going smooth, with Mingyu barely speaking, as Rose and Soonyoung did most of the talking. It was rather funny to see them and I did share stories of mine. Getting to know Rose better was maybe a bad idea, because now I can’t even hate her for dating Mingyu. She’s nice, understanding and really accepting. It’s all Mingyu’s fault for being oblivious towards my feelings for him.

After we ate dinner, I excused myself to the washroom to freshen up a little bit as I was getting sleepy. I didn’t take a nap today and I’m starting to feel more and more tired. Maybe I should ask Soonyoung to walk me home soon. Drying my hands with the paper, I threw it into the dashbin and opened the door to exit. I stopped, however, when Mingyu was leaning against the wall across from me, near the male washroom entrance. I looked at him for another second before starting to walk away but a strong grip on my arm pulled me back and pushed me up against the wall.

“What the fuck?!” It was Mingyu who spoke up first, finally letting go of his facade, finally able to see just how angry he was. His jaw was clenched tightly and his eyes were shaking as his grip was strong.

“I don’t see what’s your problem” I said calmly, eyebrows raising. I was only angering him more, and angry Mingyu is scary. Especially when he’s angry at you.

“You don’t?” He chuckled, licking his lips quickly, “What the fuck are you doing with Soonyoung?”

“Why the fuck are you questioning me, Mingyu?” I snapped, brushing his hold off as I pushed at his chest to get him away from me, “Who are you, my father?”

“Why are you on a date with Soonyoung? He’s a loser and an idiot. He always annoys you and you can’t stand him--I don’t understand!” He exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed as I stared up at him confused.

“What is there for you to understand, Mingyu?” I shook my head and crossed my arms, “He asked me out on a date and I said yes”

“Even after I told you not to” Mingyu scoffed and I laughed sarcastically.

“Really? You can’t tell me what to do”

“Yes, I can. And you have to listen to me” Mingyu said lowly, taking a step towards me.

“Fuck you, Mingyu” I pushed him backwards as hard as I could, trying not to raise my voice, “Ever since you started dating Rose you are a fucking pain in the ass. Leave me alone already, okay? You can’t tell me what to do and who to go out with, you are not my boyfriend! You are just my friend”

“Just your friend?” Mingyu’s voice turned quiet as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Just my friend” I repeated my words, ignoring the strong punch like feeling I felt in my gut.

“What about your best friend?” He whispered, hand reaching out to grip my hand.

“You ruined my night, Mingyu. I can’t do this right now” I shook his hand off and quickly walked back to the table before he could pull me back and continue arguing with me. I really wish I didn’t have feelings for him.

After that night Mingyu ignored me in school and didn’t take me to school for three days. I was missing him like crazy but I wasn’t going to give in first. He needs to understand he can’t tell me what to do and define me. If he can date whoever he wants to, I can date whoever I want to. We are best friends after all and shouldn’t act like this towards each other. After three days Mingyu was waiting for me in front of my house in his car, the window rolled down. I was about to walk past him and ignore him but he spoke to me, acting like nothing happened. It was hard for me to ignore everything that has happened, but if he wanted that, I could do that for him. Our fights never lasted longer than a day, this was the longest we fought for. But that party Soonyoung invited me to was approaching fast and I figured Mingyu wanted to go as well. Maybe that’s why he made up with me, just so he could go with me. But who cares...having Mingyu back felt good.

The music was loud and the house was already full with people. We were only two hours late and the party was in full swing. It was all Mingyu’s fault though that we were late as he took almost an hour to gel his hair back and then choose between a red or a green shirt. In the end I started hitting him with a pillow and we ended up fighting and then he pulled my hair and ruined my ponytail and I had to redo my hair and then...okay, you get it. It took us two hours because of both of us. I left some new clothes at Mingyu’s place as his parents were gone for the weekend and I’d sleep over. My pajamas got lost in some mysterious way, Mingyu at least says so, but I just think he’s hiding it from me somewhere in the laundry room because he thinks the pants are too long and make me look like a grandma.

“Let’s get something to drink!” Mingyu shouted over the loud music and I nodded as I held his hand in order to not lose each other. Mingyu led the way to the kitchen, greeting the people he knew while I covered behind his wide back, thankful that I didn’t know as many people. The kitchen was just as crowded and Mingyu poured some vodka and cola in a red cup before handing it to me. I thanked him and looked around, searching for Soonyoung. He was the one that invited me after all and I really want to see his dance skills. When turning around to speak to Mingyu, I was taken aback that Mingyu was nowhere to be seen. I squinted and slowly looked around the kitchen, even walked a little out before going back but he just magically disappeared. He’s probably with Rose, great. I sighed for getting ditched so fast and decided to down the remaining Vodka I still had in my cup in one go. As I threw the cup away a smiling face entered my line of vision.

“Soonyoung!” I exclaimed, hugging him. He laughed and hugged me back happily. We got closer these past days and I’m glad I offered him a chance because he is really different from how he always seemed to be. He’s collected and very nice, accepts my opinions and doesn’t pressure me. Unlike Mingyu does when he’s being impatient, which is almost every day.

“It’s your chance to see me dancing!” Soonyoung exclaimed and I nodded excitedly as I took his arm.

“Let’s go and dance then!” Soonyoung and I laughed as I led the way to the living room, colliding with a hard chest in the meantime. I was too busy laughing with Soonyoung so I didn’t pay attention, but any other time I would have recognized Mingyu’s chest in a heartbeat.

The music was even louder in the living room and it was full with dancing students, the bass thumping in my chest. Soonyoung walked us closer to the crowd but not inside of it as he had more space here to dance. I swayed to the music timidly as Soonyoung didn’t hold back and started to dance, moving around funnily but each of his move was smooth and amazing. I kept laughing at the faces he was making at me and started feeling more at ease when he complimented my dancing so I started to become wilder as I hopped around Soonyoung all the while laughing. It didn’t take long, however, until I spotted Mingyu and Rose dancing together, rather close to us, Mingyu glaring hard in our direction. Oh God, he’s back at it again.

“Watch this!” Soonyoung exclaimed as the song was changed to a slower one and a rather...for grinding one. Soonyoung did a slow body roll before doing a smooth spin and then ending it with a hip thrust. I burst out laughing as I swayed my way towards him, jokingly circling his neck with my arms and I started swaying with him to the music, our bodies close as Soonyoung’s hand was guiding me by the waist. It wasn’t anything intimate, it was just a friendly dance even if it looked like more to others. I didn’t want to give Soonyoung false hope, so I told him about my feelings for Mingyu and he said he knew and understood. And then he told me he genuinely wanted to be my friend because he thinks I’m cool, and not really my boyfriend because he doesn’t like me like that. Boys are so confusing.

“I think we have lots of chemistry, Miss Park” Soonyoung jokingly said, twirling me around.

“I think so too, Mr. Kwon” I winked at him, making him laugh and was about to show off my own body roll when I was pulled away from Soonyoung and dragged upstairs towards a bathroom. My eyes widened as I stared at the back of Mingyu’s head as he kept on dragging me, grip tightening more and more until he finally found the bathroom. He pushed me inside, turned on the lights and locked the door, glaring at me quite scarily. I don’t feel good about this to be honest. I stood facing him, panting a little from dancing, as I remained quiet. Mingyu ran his hand through his hair harshly and then looked away before looking back at me.

“We made up and then--you just make me want to smash everything in this room” Mingyu breathed out, trying to control his voice.

“Let me leave before you smash everything” I muttered, still haven’t learned to shut up when Mingyu is this angry.

“Fuck, I swear to God you are so--” He groaned loudly, letting his head fall against the door forcefully.

“You are annoying, Mingyu. I hate you, I swear to God, why are you doing this to me!” I exclaimed, marching up to him and punching his chest hard, “I wanted to have a good time and there you go ruining it for me. What the fuck has gotten into you?!”

“I told you to stop seeing him, Y/N” Mingyu breathed out, palms turning into fists on his sides, “But here you are, fucking grinding on Soonyoung. Right in front of me, after I told you to stop seeing him. And you hate me? I’ve known you for longer than that shithead and you still go against my words!”

It was like someone poured ice directly onto my brain. It stopped functioning and I all I could do was blink. And then I started to analyze Mingyu’s words and my confusion became worse. My eyebrows furrowed as I replayed his words in my mind. Why is he telling me such things? God, he really thinks he is that good, doesn’t he? I looked at him, seeing his anger still hasn’t subsided, and I only scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. But it was almost as if something snapped inside of Mingyu. He lunged towards me, gripping my cheeks tightly and turning us around before smashing his lips on mine. My eyes widened as I gripped his wrists, whole body freezing. Did Kim Mingyu just--kiss me? My body was pushed up against the bathroom door as Mingyu pressed his whole body against mine, hands holding my head firmly as he moved his lips against mine. Finally realizing this really was happening, my eyes closed and I started to move my lips against his. His anger was fueling the kiss as he pressed his lips harder against mine, almost making it hurtful as he tilted my head for a better angle, one hand gripping my chin in a dominating way while his other hand rested beside my head against the door. I circled my arms around his neck as I pulled him closer, tugging on his hair as he bit my lower lip harshly. I hissed and pulled him back into the kiss, slipping my tongue inside his mouth as I tried dominating him for once in my life. But Mingyu wasn’t having none of it as he pulled back, breathing hard.

“Go on, hate me now” His voice was lower and all I could do was scoff. I was at a loss of words and breath as my heart couldn’t decide if it was time I die or get a stroke.

The morning was nothing better. I was still angry at Mingyu and he was probably still angry at me. After the kiss we ignored each other for another hour before deciding we had enough of the party and walked to Mingyu’s house. I wanted to sleep in her sister’s room, as she was with their parents, but Mingyu dragged me back to his room and locked the door, hiding the key underneath his pillow to prevent me from leaving his room. Then I tried to sleep on the floor but he started shouting some horrible lyrics about him hating me and I had to give up on that idea if I wanted to get some sleep. So with our backs turned to each other, we both quickly fell asleep, tired thanks to the party. But we still woke up in each others arms, making me groan when Mingyu wouldn’t let me go in his sleep. I really needed to use the bathroom but he kept on squeezing me tighter to his chest until I bit his shoulder and woke him up, getting a bite back which was definitely harsher than mine as it made me squeal. After using the bathroom, we went downstairs to have breakfast, still no words exchanged as we kept glaring at each other. Will he pretend the kiss never happened? Was he too drunk to remember now? Probably not because something feels different now between us.

Mingyu prepared two bowls while I took out the milk from the fridge and the cereal from the cupboard. Pouring the milk first into the bowl, I threw a glare at Mingyu as he kept on watching me insistently. Just as he raised his hand to run it through his hair, he knocked the empty bowl over, it was a china one too, and sent it flying to the floor. Thanks to my fast reflexes, I was quick to catch it and placed it back onto the counter with a glare sent at Mingyu. He is so clumsy I’m surprised he didn’t trip and fell on his face while playing.

Mingyu’s lips started to pull upwards as I glared at him until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and threw his head back, laughing loudly.

“This isn’t funny” I muttered, pouring milk in the empty bowl too, “Your mother would have blamed me if you broke it because it’s my job to keep the house intact and away from your clumsiness”

Mingyu continued to laugh until I punched his stomach, making him cough a little.

“I still hate you” I snapped at him, but didn’t really mean it. How could I hate him? Mingyu turned his body fully towards me, stepping closer to me.

“Sometimes I look at you and wonder how I got to be so damn lucky” He muttered before leaning down and planting his lips on top of mine. I chuckled quietly, raising on my tiptoes to reach him better, circling my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer to him.

And well, this is where it gets cliche, when we finally both realized we liked each other and...got together, I guess.

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Snowed In

Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k (OOPS LOL)

Summary: On their way to visit the Byers, the party is forced to stay the night at a run down motel during a snow storm. Will they freeze in the night, or will Reader and Steve find a way to keep warm? ;)

Warnings: smut ahoy! 18+ only pls. Reader is Dustin’s older sister!

Authors Note: This is my first time writing for the stranger things fandom so pls be kind <3 enjoy!

Snow flurries poured from the sky as you drove on the highway. You had been driving for about 2 hours now and we’re getting pretty uncomfortable having sat in the same position. Steve sat next to you, looking out the window at the snow that had already gathered on the trees and ground. Dustin quietly snored from the back seat.

It had been a few months since the Byers had moved a few hours north of Hawkins. Everyone missed them so much, so when you had concocted this plan to surprise them a week before Christmas with the gang in tow. You drove your brother Dustin and your friend Steve in your mom’s station wagon, while Nancy had taken her families car. Nancy took Mike, Lucas, and Max.

The Wheelers trailed behind you as you made your way through a small town. The snow started to come down harder as you passed through.

“Maybe we should stop for the night? The snow is supposed to get worse during the night and once we’re out of this town, there isn’t another one for a while.” Steve said, rubbing his face to gain some warmth. You were pretty sure the heat stopped working an hour into the journey.

“Its fine, Steve! We’ll make it to the Byers’ house just fine, I’m a safe driver—“ Just then, as if fate wanted to humble you, your car hit a patch of ice and sent it spinning. You and Steve yelled as Dustin snored away, spinning in circles until hitting the curb, popping your front passenger tire.

You had grabbed Steve’s hand at some point during your spiral. Letting go, you climbed out of the car to check the damage. The front tire was popped, and the metal part of the wheel was scraped, but other than that, you got real lucky. With a new tire, you knew your mom wouldn’t even notice. But that still left you to the present situation.

The Wheeler mobile pulled over behind your car and everyone got out.

“Oh my god, are you guys alright?!” Nancy asked, rushing over to you. Nancy and you were close, since your brothers were best friends. She came up beside you and knelt down to look at the damage.

“Too bad Johnathan isn’t here, he might be able to fix it...” She trailed off, standing and wrapping her arms around herself. Steve nodded and then began to look around. The snow was starting to make it hard to even see a few yards ahead. Steve saw a light up sign down the block that read “Vacancy” and turned to you guys.

“Why don’t we just stay the night at that motel down the street until morning? We all can’t cram into Nancy’s car. Plus we can’t just leave your moms car here.” Steve rubbed his hands together and tucked them under his arms.

“I don’t think we have enough money for that...” You trailed off, a gust of snowy wind chilling you.

“I took my parents credit card. Not that they would notice.” Steve pulled it out of his pocket. You and Nancy looked at each other and then at him and shrugged, moving towards your car. You woke up Dustin and then proceeded to grab your things.

The walk to the motel was long and cold, even for it being just a block up the road. The vacancy sign flickered, giving the parking lot a dull, red glow. Snow weighed down the roof, icicles forming off of the gutters.

The little lobby housed a middle aged man reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. He didn’t even look up when you and the gang entered. You cleared your throat and he finally pulled his gaze away from the tabloid.

“What do you want?” He asked, clearly irritated.

“Uh, we’re looking to get some rooms. My mom’s car broke down you see and—“

“We don’t rent rooms to kids.” He grumbled, turning a page.

“I’m 19.” You replied, crossing your arms. He sighed, exasperated, and pulled out a binder that listed the available rooms.

“How many rooms do you want?”

“We need two.” Dustin chimed in. You look at him, raising your eyebrows.

“You got money for a second?” You turn to him. Dustin goes to retort when Steve rests his hand on your lower back to get your attention. It works, as you look at him, trying to hide a blush.

“It’s fine. I got it,” he says as he turns to the old man. “Two rooms.” He hands the card over to the man. The old man looks at him and then the card.

“Folks know you got their card, kid?”

“Of course they do. Do I look like someone who would take my parents card without their knowledge?” Steve says, clearly sarcastic. The old man huffs, but goes ahead and runs the card, handing it back to Steve. Steve lets his breath go and smiles at you.

The old man shuffles over to a back room, returning with 2 keys.

“You got rooms 1 and 2. Don’t lose the keys.” He period the keys on the front desk and goes back to his tabloid. You grab the keys and you walk to the rooms.

The cold chills you once again as you walk to the far end of the motel towards your rooms. Steve walks beside you as Nancy talks with Mike about something. Dustin, Lucas, and Max quietly talk amongst themselves.

You arrive at your rooms. The door and window look as dingy as you expect, you hope the inside of the rooms are a little nicer.

“I think there should be a kid’s room and adult’s room.” Mike says. You shrug and look at Steve and Nancy.

“That seems fair. Any objections?” You ask. Steve and Nancy look slightly uncomfortable but shake their heads. You hand Mike a key and head off into the other room.

The door flies open from a gust of wind and snow blows in. There’s two double beds with a night stand in between. A couch is next to the front door along with a coffee table and a small box TV. A door next to the right bed leads to what you assume is the bathroom.

You shuffle in with Steve and Nancy and set your back pack by the edge of the left bed and flop onto the bed, taking in the feeling of not sitting in an uncomfortable car. You roll onto your back and sigh. Steve walks over to the other bed and sets his bag at the foot of the bed, before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. Nancy puts her bag on the couch and walks over to you.

“So…” She says in a hushed tone. “Perhaps maybe I should bunk with the party tonight…” She smirks and giggles. You blush immensely, nervously laughing. You grab your bag and dig around to try to find something to change the conversation.

“I have NO idea what you’re talking about, Nancy.” You reply, trying to find a snack from your bag. Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Please! Like it isn’t obvious that you two clearly like each other.” Nancy crosses her arms. You throw your arms up in the air and get off the bed. You nervously pace around the room, pretending to be checking out the room. Nancy gets up too and grabs your shoulders to face her, and says your name.

“I’m so sick of looking at you two dancing around the subject! So, I’m just going to give you guys a nudge, okay?” She says. You nod sheepishly when you hear the bathroom door open. Steve walks out and then stops when he sees that Nancy has backed you into a wall, with her hands on your shoulders, and you looking positively flustered. You both look over, and Nancy immediately lets go of you and takes a step back.

“Did I interrupt something?” Steve asks.

“Nope! Nancy was just being weird.” You shot her a warning glare. Nancy smiles and shakes her head. Steve eyes you both.

“Alright…” Steve says, clearly not believing you.

He walks past you to sit on the couch and turns on the TV. The TV only has 3 channels and only one comes in, barely. It’s a shopping channel, but it has a slight fuzziness to it, probably because the antenna can only get so much signal through the snow storm.

You settle down on the couch next to Steve, but not close enough as Nancy would like. She makes her way over to the couch and sits on the other side of you, forcing you to scoot closer to Steve. Your face gets incredibly hot as your thigh touches Steve’s. You intensely watch the lady parading around a diamond necklace on the TV, so you don’t have to look at Steve or Nancy. Your eyes begin to get heavy and your long drive catches up with you. You close your eyes and doze off.

You wake up to very light snores. You scrunch your eyes a little bit and open them. Your head is in the crook of Steve’s neck, his head leaned against yours. You freeze for a moment, silently screaming at your predicament. You look to your left to see if Nancy is still next to you. She’s over by the nightstand, she’s talking in whispers on the phone. You can’t even hear what she’s saying. Your head slightly moving makes Steve stir, lifting his head a little bit. You feel his body tense, you assume it’s because of you using him as a pillow.

You fake wake up and sit up straight, yawning, pretending to not even notice you two were kinda snuggling.

“Who are you talking to, Nancy?” You ask, rubbing your face. Nancy looks up and holds a finger up to you. You roll your eyes and look at Steve. He shrugs. You look down to see that you’re still pressed up against Steve. You shoot up from your seat, startling Steve.

“Sorry! Just need to use the bathroom.” You give him a weak laugh and head towards the bathroom. You place your hands on the sink and let out a sigh. How were you supposed to get through the night with Steve being so cute, and Nancy trying to play match maker? You shake your head and turn on the water.

Splashing your face, you look in the mirror. You look tired, you look stressed, and if Nancy were in here right now, she would say you look like you need to get laid.

You finish up in the bathroom and walk back out to see Nancy with her bag over her shoulder, you look at her confused.

“Oh uh, the party is feeling a little spooked so I’m going to hang out in their room for a little while until they get to sleep.” She said opening the door, snow blowing into the room. She quickly waved and then exited. Steve looks from the door to you. You nod your head and give him smile before heading over to your chosen bed and grabbing your bag. You search it for your pajamas.

Steve gets up and looks out the window next to the front door.

“We were only asleep for like an hour and it’s already snowed almost a foot.” Steve motions for you to come look. You hold your pajamas to your chest as you walk over and peek out. Steve was right. The snow, still coming down hard, covered every surface you could see. You couldn’t even see the street from your room now. You shivered just thinking about exiting the somewhat warm room.

“Hopefully the party falls asleep soon, or else Nancy is going to have to stay in their room. She’s going to get snowed in.” You say. Steve just nods. You turn, and head back into the bathroom to change.

You slip into your pajamas and grab the door knob when you hear a loud explosion, you open the door and peek out, Steve looking just as confused, when the lights and TV go out. You hear one of the boys yell from their room.

“Fuck, the powers out. I can’t see a goddamn thing!” You fondle the wall until you feel Steve’s bed, and then using that, you sit down onto your bed.

“Hopefully it comes back on soon, no power, no heat.” Steve says from the couch. Your heart sinks. Sure the beds had a decent comforter on them, but you started to worry about your brother and his friends.

“Should we check on the others?” You ask.

“No, they’re old enough to know it’ll be fine. Plus, Nancy is in there.” Steve replies. You nod, even though he can’t see you. You rub your arms and decide to get under the covers, searching for some more warm.

“You’re already going to bed?” You hear Steve ask, he gets up from the couch and slowly makes his way over to his bed, hitting his leg on the frame, causing to cuss.

“No, I’m just trying to get warm is all. I only have that one sweater I was wearing earlier so…” You snuggle in and pull the covers over you. Steve does the same and faces you, not that you could tell.

You fall into a comfortable silence. The room is silent, the snow insulating the sound from the outside world. You stare up at the ceiling and feel yourself getting colder and colder by the second. You shift uncomfortably and pull more of the blanket over you.

“Cold?” Steve asks. You softly reply. “Yeah I’m starting to get cold too. These blankets are like paper thin.” You hear him try to rub his arms and warm his hands. That’s when the thought crosses your mind. Would you and Steve have to share a bed? It was below 20 degrees outside, it would be very stupid to just try to settle for just the blanket for warmth. It was as if Steve read your mind when he cleared his throat.

“Hey, you can say no if you want, but we’re both pretty cold. Want to just set aside the weirdness and share a bed, for like warmth, and stuff?” Steve asks, you can hear the anxiety in his voice. Your stomach does flips and you find yourself having to force your mouth to speak.

“S-sure! Don’t want to turn into a popsicle in the middle of the night.” You sheepishly say. You remove yourself from the bed and step over to Steve’s bed. He scoots over and you slip inside. Just the conversation between you two has increased your body temperature by a million degrees. Steve covers you with the covers and scoots just a tad closer to you, unsure of himself. You scoot closer too. You both lay on your sides, facing each other.

“Much better.” He says, a smile in his voice. You nod and rest your hand against the pillow. Steve shifts and rests his hand against the same pillow, slightly touching yours before pulling away quickly.

“Sorry, didn’t know your hand was there.” He apologizes.

“Its fine, if you want to put your hand there, go for it.” You say. Steve hesitates and rests his hand against yours. Your stomach is filled with so many butterflies, you feel borderline sick. You stay like that for a while when you feel Steve’s hand scoot closer to yours. You feel a small burst of confidence and take the situation into your hands.

“I’m still a little cold, would it be ok if we like snuggled a little bit more or spooned or something? If not that’s ok! I can always get the other blanket from the other bed…” You asked softly. Steve didn’t reply but he did scoot closer, pressing you into his chest. You blushed profusely as he wrapped his arm around you. You snuggled into his chest and he rested his chin on your head. He smelled like clean laundry and his hairspray.

You smiled to yourself, not believing that this was happening. Steve cleared his throat so you looked up at him, thinking he was going to say something. He had moved his head at the same time as you, causing your lips to ghost over each other. You both froze in place, trying to figure how to proceed. This time it was Steve’s turn to have a burst of confidence.

Steve softly pressed his lips to yours, melting into you. You kiss him back, placing a hand on his cheek. He pulls away for a moment, hoping you pull him back, which you do. This time the kiss is more desperate. He holds your waist, and draws you even closer to him. You open your mouth just slightly and Steve nibbles on your lower lip, eliciting a moan from you. This awakens something in Steve and he kisses your jaw, and works his way down to your neck.

You entangle each other’s legs and you card your hands through his hair. Steve leaves love marks all around your neck and down to your collar bone. His hand snakes its way under your shirt and he strokes your ribs with his hand, getting dangerously close to your chest. You moan again at the thought of him grabbing and playing with your boobs, and Steve seems to read your mind again.

He lightly glosses over your boob at first, causing you to press your chest into his hand. He smirks and goes ahead and runs his thumb over your nipple. You grip his hip this time, clutching at his shirt. Steve brings his lips back up to yours, which you greedily receive.

You can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. You take your knee and rub against him softly, but firm, hoping to give him some kind of relief. Steve grunts and kisses you deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth now. His hand retracts from your shirt and moves down to your pajama pants tracing the hem. You move your hips forward to let him know you’re game, and he goes for it.

He slowly moves his hand into your panties, drawing it out, making you frustrated from lack of friction. His hand finally makes its way to your slit and he dips one finger in, getting some of your slick, and then begins to massage your clit. You cry out, not remembering the last time you were touched like this. Steve kisses your neck and he switches from massaging your clit and finger fucking you.

You moan and groan into Steve’s shoulder, gripping his upper arm to keep yourself grounded.

“You sound so beautiful right now…” Steve whispers. You kiss his shoulder, mumbling something against him. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, your breathing picking up. Steve focuses on your clit and you come undone, you gasp and moan into his shoulder.

He finger fucks you until you come down from your high, you lay back in a daze, completely forgetting about the power being out and the snow outside. Steve pulls his hand out of your pants and brings your face into a kiss and pulls away.

“Listen if you don’t want to do anymore, that’s completely—“ You bring him back into a kiss and bring your hand down to the front of his pants, his hips pressing into your hand. He gasps when you dip your hand into his pants and grips his dick. You give it a few pumps when you try to pull down his pants to give you more room to work with. Steve immediately knows what you want and scrambles to pull down his pants past his thighs. His dick springs out and you grab it again, and begin to let him fuck up into your hand. He groans into your mouth as he thrusts his hips, bed creaking underneath your movements.

“Did…did you want to do more or should I—“ Steve asked out of breath, before you interrupted him.

“Yes, please!” You pleaded. Steve whispered “Oh God” under his breath and went to remove the remainder of his pants as you did the same. You brought his lips back to yours as he climbed on top of you. You made out for a little bit before he gave himself a few more strokes and rubbed this tip up and down your slit, eliciting the sluttiest moan from your mouth.

He slowly pushed in, both of you at a loss of words. He rested his head into the crook of your neck and rested his hips flush against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and urged him to start moving. Steve brought his head up and kissed you, pulling out and then slamming back in. You threw your head back all the way in a silent scream of pleasure.

Steve rested an elbow on one side to keep himself up, while his other hand stroked your face and ran his fingers through your hair. The bed frame creaked more, bed frame hitting the wall over and over again. You, for a moment, thought about if Nancy and the others could hear you, but then Steve began to hit you in all the right places and your cares went right out the window.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” Steve whispered into your ear, hand gripping your hip now.

“Me too...” You replied. Steve began to draw out his thrusts and then slamming into you. You could feel yourself getting to the edge again. You tilted your hips up more so Steve could hit you deeper. Steve nibbled on your shoulder and used his free hand to help lift your hips higher.

Your breathing started to get more labored and Steve brought his mouth to yours again, mostly to keep you quiet as to not wake up the room next to you. You came as he kissed you, still as loud as ever. Your walls clenching around his dick sent Steve over the edge as well. His head fell into the crook of your neck, grunting into you. You felt his coat your walls with his cum.

He rode out his high for a few more thrusts when he finally came to a stop. You both breathed heavily for a moment before he slowly pulled out and laid beside you, pulling you close. You snuggled into his chest and squeezed him. He squeezed back. You both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up, snuggled to Steve’s side as he snored on his back. You lifted your head and kissed his nose, causing him to stir. He opened his eyes and smiled, pulling you into a tight hug.

“What time is it?” he asked. You sat up and looked at the clock. The power was still out.

“I’m not sure. Power is still out.” You sat up and stretched. You figured you should get dressed before Nancy came to check on you guys. You gave Steve another kiss and got up to go to the bathroom. You knew the water would be cold so you had to skip the shower.

After you had freshened up, you walked back out to the room to see Nancy had made her way over to your room. She was talking to Steve when she looked at you.

“Oh, hey, Nancy. Sorry you had to sleep in the kid’s room. We left the door open for you, you know?” You said as you were putting your pajamas away in your bag. Nancy waved you off.

“Oh, it was no biggy. Max and I shared a bed so it was fine. I can’t believe the power went out and is still out.” She said. Steve packed his things as you two talked.

“So, I suppose we should suit up and see if we can find a mechanic around?” You asked. Nancy nodded.

“Oh, yes, we should. I completely forgot about your car.” Nancy frowned.

“I’ll go let the party know we’re leaving to find one.” Nancy walked to the door and turned back to you two, a smirk on her face. You both looked at her confused.

“Also, next time, try to be quieter. I had to explain to Dustin that Steve wasn’t hurting you and I don’t think he’s going to look at either of you the same ever again.” Nancy laughed at both of your mortified faces and shut the door.

#my fics #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington

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paladin-andric · 5 years

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Jotober, Day 1: Ring

Yes, it begins again! I’m actually doing it.

However, some of the days might just have short passages or something. I don’t have the same time and freedom as last year, though this might help get me back into the groove and continue my writing.

For day one, we see that just wearing random magical treasure is probably not the best idea...

Robert let out a short laugh as he came to the realization. All around him, the scraggly cries and shrill yelling had come to a stop.

All the creatures were dead. The battle was won.

The man put lowered his bow as Jeremy let out a cheer.

“We did it!” the larger human boomed, already tucking his sword away and moving forward.

The group was in a cavern, one that was previously teeming with vile beasts. These adventurers had met up in a tavern by chance, all having been drawn to the area by the rumors of the great pile of treasure hidden in the mountain they were currently inside.

The main reason it hadn’t been claimed yet was the hordes of drakes and kobolds that lived within, attacking and killing any who approached. There was a rumor of a dragon too, but that one seemed fake now that they stood in silence.

Robert had been with the army for a few years as a bowman, and now put those refined skills to use in mercenary work. His kit was quite humble, with a gambeson and a kettle helm as his only means of protection. Well, those were the two most important points of the body to protect…

Jeremy on the other hand wore a plate chest piece and tough leather pants, along with plate boots and gauntlets. His arms and head were exposed, showing his short hair and clean-shaven face to the world.

“Alright, time for the treasure!” Jeremy called out, moving ahead of the group quickly.

“Hey, easy!” Robert yelled, “There could still be traps or ambushes ahead!”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“He’s right, Jeremy.”

A woman in scale armor, carrying a mace and shield stood beside Robert. Julia gave the warrior a stern look.

“Let him search the area first.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Come on guys, we’re wasting time!”

“Aye, they speak the truth!”

The fourth and final member of the group stepped forward, a wizard in long, flowing robes carrying a large staff. This was Pateric, a koutu adventurer from the far west. His plumage was reminiscent of a bluebird.

“I dinnae ken if this is a good idea. Best be safe, right?”

The warrior groaned. “Oh come on, you guys! You’re too worried. We just wiped out dozens of these things, you think three more will matter?!”

The man broke into a run, much to the chagrin of the rest of the party.

“H-hey, hey!”

Robert sighed and shook his head. “Damn idiot…”

The group hurried after him, stepping over the bodies of fallen beasts. They were hoping to avoid yet another near-death experience that Jeremy had caused once before by blindly running ahead of them.

The three of them ran through the winding corridors of the cave, trying their best to keep up with the overeager warrior. Stomping through the cave, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing through the halls, they jumped when the sound of a scream rang through the cavern.

“Jeremy?!” the cleric yelled in shock.

“Jumpin’ Josephine!” Pateric leapt into the air and flapped wildly, trying to speed ahead of the others now that Jeremy was in danger.

“Guys?!” the warrior shouted back.

“What, what is it?!” Robert called desperately, sprinting as quickly as he could.

“You...you need to see this!”

The koutu flew around the corner, the pair of humans following several moments later.

But what greeted them around that corner gave them a pretty good understanding of what caused that scream.

In a large, open cavern, gleaming and glittering, shining with light that nearly blinded the group of adventurers...a mountain a treasure sat.

Gold.

Jewels.

Trinkets, rings and amulets of all kings...they all sat in huge piles in the middle of the room, accompanied by chests overflowing with gold.

The entire group stood in silent awe at the sight, Pateric nearly falling out of the sky in shock.

“O-oh my God…” Robert mumbled, hunched over as Pateric shakily landed on the ground.

“There’s so much…” Julia said breathlessly, eyes wide.

“What did I tell you?!” Jeremy cried, arms held out, “Look! Treasure! We’ll need a wagon train to haul all this home! We’re RICH! Set for LIFE!”

Robert crossed his arms, the archer seeming at a loss for words. “I’ll be damned…”

Pateric suddenly leapt up, bounding through the room excitedly. He grabbed Julia and Robert and hugged them tightly. “My friends...MY FRIENDS! Victory and fortune are ours! Ours to share together! It’s all thanks to your courage and valor!”

Robert blinked in confusion. This group had known eachother for a week, and this bird was acting like they were lifelong friends. Hell, he was worried that one of them would run off with everything, but the magician seemed to trust them utterly.

He shrugged and patted the koutu on the back as they were held in a loving hug. “Heheh...yeah, thanks for helping too, pal.”

Julia returned the hug for a moment before breaking free and approaching the gold pile. “Well...how are we splitting this?”

“Counting can come later,” Jeremy shouted, running over to the treasure, “I’m calling dibs!”

“Hey now, don’t leave me out!” Pateric yelled excitedly, breaking the group hug and hurrying to catch up with Jeremy.

Robert watched with a degree of second-hand embarrassment as he watched the man and bird dig through the piles of treasure like wild animals.

“Come now, do you have to pick through it all like mad vultures? There’ll be time for this once it’s out of this hole.”

“I want this, and this, and this!” Jeremy cried, sticking rings on his fingers and slapping golden bracers on his wrists.

“J-Jeremy!” Juila yelled, “Don’t you think you should let Pateric examine those first?! What if something’s cursed?!”

“You guys are just jealous you’re too slow,” the warrior said confidently, “And that I’m getting all the best things!” He emphasized his words by sliding an amulet made of gold and diamonds over his head.

“Ooooooh,” Pateric whispered as he pulled out a gem-encrusted statue of a griffin, “How beautiful...I would love to be the owner of this, if it pleases the rest of you.”

“Look, Julia’s right, you should test this stuff for enchantments before you go putting your claws all over it.”

“They’re talons!” Pateric said defensively, “And I’m doing that! I’m just admiring the great artistry! I can’t believe lowly fiends held such wonders hostage...and why, I wonder…?”

Julia rubbed her chin. “Good question. They hardly seem to have any luxuries to show for all this treasure…”

“Hmm…” Robert scratched his beard. “I bet they were trying to bribe a dragon to become their guardian.”

“That makes sense!” Pateric agreed, “You’re very wise in the ways of these beings!”

“Alright, alright,” the archer announced, “Pateric, start testing these trinkets for any magic, would you? And step back for a minute, Jeremy. The treasure isn’t going anywhere!”

“You guys are just paranoid,” the warrior announced, still cramming treasure into his pockets, “Something would have happened by now!”

“Just because not all of it’s cursed-”

“Whatever!” the young man plucked a ring from the pile and stuck it on his index finger. The group watched him quietly for a moment as he smugly stared back at them.

“See? Nothing to-”

A flash of light filled the room and blinded everyone within for a moment. When Robert removed his arms from his face, he found himself unable to see, still blinking the white from his vision.

“E-everyone alright?” Juila asked, rubbing at her face. “I’m okay!” Robert announced.

“All’s well!” Pateric assured her.

The silence that followed confused Robert for a moment, until he looked up.

A massive copper dragon loomed over the three adventurers...and Jeremy was nowhere in sight.

Everyone was taken aback, even the dragon, though it recovered first.

“At last...at last, I am FREE!”

“What the hell?!” Robert cried, fumbling for his bow.

“Aah, that damnable cursed ring, sealing my soul away. To think I could have vanished without a trace forever. You fools...I thank you for freeing me from that prison, and yet...you are here to steal my things, are you not? You released me on accident while trying to steal from me. Still, you shall be rewarded...with a swift death!”

Robert quickly backpedaled as the dragon threatened his life, eyes wide. The other two were moving back too, Pateric’s taloned hands glowing with magic as he readied himself against the beast.

The dragon seemed to notice this, and turned his gaze from the archer to the magician. “Oh? You think you can harm ME, master of the arcane, with your pathetic university spells? I could blink and make you cease to exist.”

The dragon suddenly snarled, cowering away from the koutu magician. “No! NO!”

The beast composed itself and blinked in confusion. “What? What is this?”

Robert looked questioningly at Pateric, wondering if he’d done something magical against the creature. The koutu saw his gaze and merely shrugged. Whatever was happening had nothing to do with him.

“S-stop...don’t hurt my friends!” the dragon cried desperately.

Robert stared in dawning horror at the beast before him. “J-Jeremy…?”

“Robert…” it hissed, eyes shut.

“W-what’s going on?!” Julia demanded, mace clutched tight against her chest.

The dragon shook its head and snarled. “No, NO! You have no power! This form is MINE!”

“No!” It responded to itself defiantly.

Everyone else could only stand and watch as the dragon battled itself for dominance.

“Just...fade away, damn you!”

“Never!”

“I am the great Haricanasus, and your soul is forfeit!”

“I am Jeremy, and I will not bow to you, monster!”

Robert put a hand on his face, almost unable to continue watching this. “God damn it, Jeremy, I told you not to touch it…”

“I-I know. It was a mistake…”

“Stupid human!” the dragon cried, “You will...CRUMBLE!”

The beast seemed to seize up all of a sudden, a soul within it under attack by another.

“No! Not them! Please!”

“You will kill them, grind them to dust as I command!”

The dragon winced, looking to be under great duress. “R-Robert, Julia, Pateric...I’m sorry…”

“Fight it!” Pateric cried, the koutu standing tall as he watched the creature once known as Jeremy struggle with itself.

“G-go,” the dragon urged, “Go! I CAN’T CONTROL IT ANY LONGER!”

The three remaining adventurers got the message, hurrying out of the den and into the winding caverns as they rushed to escape the mountain.

“We’ll get you help,” Pateric called back, “I promise!”

As they ran, they could hear the dragon arguing with itself again.

“My treasure...despite the ills you caused me, you belong to me…”

“No, it’s MINE!”

“Fool! It belongs to me!”

“I earned it!”

“You STOLE IT!”

“Shut up!”

As the trio nearly tripped over all the bodies of the minions they slew on their quest, they could only shake their heads at the insanity of the outcome of it all.

Robert huffed as he finally reached the exit of the mountain cave, hunched over and gasping for breath.

Pateric landed and looked over at the huffing pair of humans with a noticeable amount of concern. “Are you two alright?”

“Not us you should be worried about,” the cleric answered.

The archer spoke in between gasps. “Hey...Juila?”

“Yes?”

“Get the church...we need an exorcist...”

The koutu rubbed his beak and stood up straight. “W-well, actually, considering this curse is magical and not demonic, maybe the university could help?”

Robert shrugged and looked over at the bird with a grimace. “Look, whatever works, alright?”

“Whatever works,” agreed Julia.

Pateric paused for a moment before nodding. “Whatever works.”

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bel0vedmendes · 5 years

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An Angel Among the Angels : Part 7

THIS IS IT! FINAL PART! :)

Shawn x Reader

Word count: 1,800

Warnings: language

Series Discription: Y/N is working behind the scenes at the VS Fashion Show, and Shawn has his sights set on her. She can’t believe he would even look her way, considering they’re literally surrounded by Angels.

*not my gif* Also, obviously this gif is from Hot Ones but I imagine this is what he would look like if he was so happy that he started to cry. ya know? k.

Seeing Shawn perform is something that will never get old to me. The pure joy that radiates from him is indescribable. I watched him as he played for 50,000 people at a festival in Paris. I sang along from side stage, giggling as he pushes his hair back for the millionth time. I made a mental note to remind him to get a haircut soon, even though I really loved how his curls hung in front of his face.

The show eventually came to an end and the next performer started to set the stage for their performance. Shawn runs off the stage, basically tackling me in the process. His arms tight around my waist both of us in a fit of giggles as he picks me up off the ground. His lips crashing into mine hard, smiling into our kiss. He was always so high on adrenaline when he finished a show like this. It was intoxicating and contagious, everyone around felt it. It was one of the many reasons I loved him.

He sets me down taking my face in his hands kissing my temple delicately.

“Okay, baby. Andrew is gonna take you back to the hotel to get ready. Then I’m gonna come get you after my interviews. Date night in Paris!” He said as he was being ushered away from me, still holding my hand until he couldn’t anymore.

I just shook my head, and smiled at him.

“See you soon!” I said waving to bye to him.

“I love you!” He screams to me, and mimics being dragged away against his own will. Andrew and I both laughing at his hysterics.

Andrew finally gets us into a van to head to the hotel. It was quiet for a while, and I couldn’t figure out why. Normally Andrew was super talkative and carefree but right now it seemed like there was a lot on his mind.

“You okay?” I ask turning towards him.

“You know, I was just thinking. I remember when he came to visit you here two years ago, and I thought you were just a phase for him.” He says quietly.

I take a deep breath remembering it as well. Specifically, remembering reading the text that Andrew sent him. The text that almost ended things before they begun.

“I remember that too.” I say raising my eyebrows.

“God he was just so persistent about you. Every meeting we had before that, all he could do was talk about you. I even told him he shouldn’t come see you in Paris. Can you imagine what would have happened if he had listened?” He asks me rhetorically.

I bite my lip shaking my head, because it wasn’t something I liked to think about. Shawn was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

“You are everything that he’s ever needed, y/n. You know that right? You make him whole.”

My heart instantly got a little heavier. I knew that Shawn confided in Andrew and his team a lot, and just the thought of him saying these things to them made my heart so full.

“He’s everything to me, too.” I smile softly at him.

We finally pull up to the hotel, Andrew gushing a little longer. He was quite emotional tonight and I loved seeing this side of him. He hugs me and opens the door for me to get out in front of the hotel and walks me inside. I finally get to my room to find a beautiful red dress, new stilettos, jewelry, and a note.

My Angel,

You’re all that I need in this world to get through.

When I think home, I think of you.

I love you so much, It’s sometimes hard to express.

But, I can’t wait to see how you look in this dress.

See you at 7. xx

Love,

Shawn

I set the note down, grinning from ear to ear. He wrote me a fucking poem. I held the dress up to my body, more excited than I had been in a long time. We had been together for over 2 years now, and we really didn’t go on dates like this. He was always romantic but when it came down to it, we were always more into staying home and just enjoying each other’s presence.

I did my makeup a bit more than usual, curled my hair, then put on the outfit Shawn had picked out for me. I stood in front of the mirror a few times, checking myself from all angles. I was so excited to see how he was going to respond to me in this dress. Within a few minutes, there was a knock at my hotel room door.

I open the door, surprised to see Marco standing on the other side. The man who helped Shawn and I in Paris two years ago. I greet him with a hug, still slightly confused.

“Ma’am Shawn is waiting for you downstairs!” He says holding his arm out for me. We walk downstairs, and out of the hotel through a side entrance. As we exited the building I saw a limo sitting on the street and as I got closer Shawn got out of the Limo, walking up to me. The suit on his body fitting him so perfectly. Navy blue with a white button up underneath, perfect for his skin tone. His hair bouncing back and forth on his head as he walked, maybe I wouldn’t remind him to cut his hair. Fuck he looked so good. His grin from ear to ear, and the blush on his cheeks so contagious I felt my own cheeks start to heat up.

“Babyyyyy.” He says in a raspy tone as I walk towards him, he holds his hand out to me. I get close enough to take it, he instantly pulls me into him. Kissing me hard, his hands finding my waist. He suddenly takes my hand stepping away from me and turning me in a circle as he does.

“Damn baby, you look stunning.” He says quietly, somehow still capable of giving me butterflies.

“Me? Look at you! I say squeezing his bicep that was tight in his suit jacket. We both head for the limo, both laughing at how obsessed with each other we are. We cuddle up in the backseat, making out like a couple of teenager under the bleachers. It felt so good though, everything always felt good when I was with him. Finally we pull away from each other and he smiles down at me clearing his throat.

“So, Marco is going to take us somewhere special.” He tells me as his thumb cleans up my lipstick that’s smudged from our make out session. Then he slowly tucks a stray hair behind my ear. I hum in response, not really caring where we go, as long as I was with him.

The limo starts to drive over cobblestone and I look out the window and I notice were nearing the Eiffel Tower. I start to smile up at Shawn. Once we arrive, Shawn takes my hand helping me out of the car. Marco soon finding us and taking us to the same exact entrance as a few years ago. He unlocks the gate and I stay silent not asking any questions, but I know he has something planned. He brings me to the bench where we sat last time in front of the Eiffel Tower, this time food and flowers displayed in front of the bench on a large blanket.

“I thought a picnic at the Eiffel Tower might be nice.” He says shyly. I shake my head at him, kissing him instantly. He over did himself.

We sit down on the blanket and start to eat some of the food, and drink the wine. Taking in the beautiful scenery. Memories of our last experience in this exact spot dancing in the back of my brain.

“You did so good tonight at your show.” I tell him as I take a sip from my wine glass.

“It was so much fun, I feel really good today.” He says smiling at me.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“Everything. My job is amazing. My fans are incredible. But mostly, you. You make everything so easy.” His tone gets a little more serious. He talks like this all the time to me but something felt different, serious, this time. He slowly starts to stand up, hold his hand out to help me on my feet as well.

“Lets dance, its kind of a tradition now.” He laughs as he starts to play Cant Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. The song he sang to me the last time we were hear. My heart pounds just thinking about it. We sway to the song as he hums softly. His hand gently on my waist, I rest my head softly on his chest. His heart was beating so hard, I could feel it against my cheek. I look up at him and scrunch my eyebrows together, wondering why he’s so nervous right now. All of a sudden he gets down on one knee in front of me. I can’t breathe and I feel like I might faint. He takes my hands in his, looking up at me with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Y/N, two years ago we danced in this exact spot. That was the exact moment I knew I wanted to love you forever. I also almost lost you shortly after that, which made me really understand what you meant to me. Two years later, and nothing has changed. You mean everything to me. The fact that I get to call you mine makes me feel like the luckiest man in the entire world. I want to spend my whole life making memories with you. Y/N, will you marry me?” he proposes, opening a grey box to show me the huge diamond ring inside.”

“Yes, oh my god Shawn. Yes!” I squeal with tears streaming down my face as he slides the ring on the my finger. I hold my hand out obsessed with the ring already. He stands taking my face in his hands and kissing me hard. Our tears mixing together as we celebrate getting engaged. He pulls away, both of us breathing heavily.

“I cant wait to spend forever with you.” He says quietly.

“I love you so much, Shawn.”

“I love you too, my Angel.”

He rest his forehead on mine as we stand there for a moment enjoying the thoughts of where we had been and what’s to come. Radiating happiness knowing that we had found true love in each other.

a/n: I love writing this series! I'm already writing another Shawn X Reader series, but I want to take request for awhile before I start posting a new series! So send any ideas my way! Thanks guys!

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fanfic

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anotherfiveyears · 6 years

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21: Christmas Time (Is Here Again)

Christmas Eve 1996

"Jimmy! Shut up!" Dave hissed. Jimmy was drunkenly trying to climb Anna's old skate ramp while wearing the bottom half of a Santa costume and a ridiculous white beard. Dave was wearing the coat part of the costume while retrieving the ladder her dad always stored on the side of the garage. He hadn't seen Anna since the night she heard Everlong, but he now had enough liquid bravery in him to give her the gift he bought her back in LA over a month ago.

"Why doesn't Anna have a hot sister?" Jimmy whined, then immediately slipped off the icy ramp onto the snow bank below.

"Because her parents got it right the first time," Dave muttered, positioning the ladder just below Anna's childhood bedroom window. "Wait here." He climbed the ladder, his heart beating harder with every rung and carefully removed the window screen. Glancing down at Jimmy as he lay in the snow bank, he softly tapped on the glass as his best friend gave him thumbs up. The pink curtains swayed a little then pulled back and Dave's smile dropped when he was met with a man around his age wearing only boxers and a ferocious glare.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Dave gasped and slipped on the ladder rung, catching himself just before he fell several feet into the snow beside Jimmy.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man snapped when he ripped open the window.

"Doesn't matter who I am, who the fuck are you?" he shot back, hearing Anna's gasp from in the room.

"I'm Anne's boyfriend and I suggest you get the fuck away from-"

"Send him down here!" Jimmy yelled from his snow bank. "I'll kick his ass!"

"Kevin, stop. It's okay," Anna threw the covers back on her bed and Dave felt only a little consolation that she was wearing the ugliest flannel Christmas pajamas he had ever seen. "Just give us a minute," she said softly and gently placed her hand on Kevin's arm. He huffed and glared at Dave, ripping his shirt off the bed before leaving the room.

"What are you-"

"Boyfriend, Anna?" Dave whispered harshly.

"Yes, boyfriend," she shot back. "What are you doing?"

"Bringing you your present, but you obviously already-"

She reached out the window and took his hand. "David! You're freezing! Get in here!"

"Hi, Anna!" Jimmy called from below.

She leaned out of the window and groaned. "Hi, Jimmy! Go wait in the car, okay honey?"

He shot her some finger guns and pulled himself out of the snow, immediately slipping and falling back into the bank. His voice muffled by the snow drifted up to them, "I'm okay!"

"Oh my god. How are you two not dead yet?" she whispered and helped Dave climb through the window.

He ignored her question, still focused on the guy that was just in her bed. "Who the fuck is that guy?"

"His name is Kevin and he's really nice," she fumed, putting her hands on her hips.

"His name's Kevin and he's really nice...," Dave mocked her with a high pitched tone and rolled his eyes. "Cute jammies, by the way."

"Fuck you, Grohl," she snapped. "Why are you even here?"

He reached into the red furry coat and produced a black velvet box with a silver bow, holding it out for her to take, but she stepped back as if it might bite her.

"How... did you know I was here?" she stammered, her eyes never leaving the box.

"You always stay the night at your parent's on Christmas Eve."

She looked up at him, the surprise and worry written all over her face. Realizing she wouldn't do it on her own, he opened the box for her revealing the delicate silver bracelet with the tiny infinity symbol charm. Her hand flew to her throat as she stifled a gasp and she lightly touched the bracelet with her fingertip.

"Because you like math," he said softly. "And... you know... forever."

She stared down at it and silently nodded, gently covering his hands with hers. He was beginning to think she hated it when a tear fell on his thumb. "Sorry, Anna... I didn't realize you had someone-"

"No...," she breathed. "No, I love it. It's... wow."

He quietly closed the box and handed it to her with a weak smile. He felt like an idiot standing in her bedroom in a fucking Santa coat, giving her a gift when her boyfriend was just on the other side of the door. "I'll let you get back to sleep."

"Wait..." she took his arm and sat him at the foot of her bed before disappearing into the walk-in closet. He tried not to think about what might have been happening in that bed before he interrupted but she quickly returned with a long, narrow black box and sat beside him.

"Here, Santa."

He searched her face for a second before taking the box. She had written in silver pen on the top, her beautiful calligraphy she had learned as a teenager announcing For David, Love Anna. He opened the box and was met with a picture of him and Anna as teenagers. They were walking away from the camera, hand in hand as Anna looked up at him. Even from behind, he knew she had a smile on her face. Jimmy had taken the picture after the Scream concert in Baltimore in the summer of 85, just before he joined the band, just before he and Anna broke up. Beneath the picture three drumsticks lay together in white tissue, one was broken at the grip and the others were dented beyond playable condition.

"Are these...?"

She nodded and smiled. "I grabbed them before we left your audition with Scream. I thought maybe they'd be worth something someday," she laughed a little bit. "Maybe some museum will want them."

Dave snapped the box shut and held it to his chest. "No. Mine."

She smiled and nudged him with her elbow as she stood. "You better go make sure Jimmy isn't frozen to my quarter pipe. I don't want to have to clean him out of the gravel come spring."

He sighed begrudgingly and went to move towards the window when he heard her laugh. "You can use the door, kitten."

She led him through the house, past Kevin still seething in the kitchen, and to the front door. Through the front window, they could see Jimmy waiting in his car with the engine running and Dave could only hope he had the heater on.

"Please don't let him drive," she whispered.

Dave nodded and went to open the front door, but couldn't bring himself to turn the handle. "Do you love him?"

She furrowed her brow for a moment, "Who?"

"Kevin," he replied bitterly and nodded towards the kitchen.

She hesitated, her eyes darting to the door and back to him. "It's just really new..."

He nodded in understanding and pulled open the door, "You know I love you, right?"

"I know," she whispered. "Get home safe, okay?"

"We will. Merry Christmas, Annie."

"Merry Christmas, kitten."

Jimmy's house was packed with people holding red cups. There were kegs in the kitchen sink, in a kiddy pool in the dining room, in a trash can in the garage and one in the bathtub upstairs. Dave and Jimmy were stationed next to the one in the garage, staring at a group of girls who were all waiting their turn to be lifted into the air for a keg stand. A tall girl with deep black hair and ripped Scream shirt made her way over with an equally gorgeous blonde, stopping just in front of the two with coy smiles on their faces.

"Hey stranger," the tall one purred and put her arm around Dave as if they were old friends.

He looked to Jimmy, but he was too busy with the blonde to notice so he shrugged and decided to go along with it.

"Nice shirt," he said, keeping his eyes on her chest as he took a drink of his beer.

"Yeah, I used to hang out with-" she was interrupted by a familiar voice and Dave swore under his breath. Anna stood just feet away wearing a men's suit jacket and a pair of heels.

"Amy?" she gasped.

"Annie?" the girl squealed and ran at Anna, throwing her arms around her old friend.

"Goddamnit," Dave groaned. He watched Anna blatantly ignore him and walk with Amy back into the house. Jimmy was already making out with the blonde so Dave cut his losses and went inside.

He walked right into Kevin who was holding court among his other equally irritating frat buddies. They were all in suits and their girls were in gowns, indicating they had been in the city at some fancy-ass New Years gala and had bailed to find some real fun. The entire group turned as one and glared at Dave as he tried to skirt past them to the kitchen.

"Hey, Rock Star!" one of them heckled, trying to gain his attention, but Dave just rolled his eyes and weaved his way around them. Fuck off, he thought. I could give a shit if you assholes buy my records.

Finally in the kitchen, he located the cabinet where the harder alcohol was kept and poured himself several fingers of scotch, which was terrible quality and tasted like jet fuel, but it got the job done. He went to see if anything fun was happening upstairs and made it to the second step before Anna appeared at the top.

"Oh, come on," Dave whined, throwing his free hand up in the air.

She had discarded the suit jacket with Kevin and was wearing a skin-tight black velvet dress with jeweled straps and low back, and Dave was pissed. She had no right showing up to his best friend's house with her new boyfriend wearing that dress.

"Jesus christ, sorry," she huffed, bouncing down the stairs towards him. "I didn't realize I was intruding on your little punk rock harem."

"Smart ass," he shot at her, causing her to stop when they were shoulder to shoulder. He noticed she was wearing a large diamond pendant around her neck and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Asshole," she shot back.

"You knew I'd be here," he accused.

"Yeah," a ghost of a smile pulled at her red lips and she reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, showing off the bracelet he had given her a week ago. "That's why I wore this dress."

She lightly bumped her shoulder into his and left him in the staircase, her stiletto pumps clicking loudly on the tile floor of the kitchen.

Abandoning any idea of fun upstairs, Dave retreated to the driveway to smoke and think. He stood next to a tall, wood fence that surrounded the backyard and lit his cigarette, idly listening to a group of guys on the other side smoke weed and discuss their girlfriends.

"I'm gonna ask her to marry me. Probably on her birthday. I've already got my grandma's ring and my mom knows all the wedding dress designers. Bitches love that kind of stuff."

"Fuck that, dude. There are so many women here! You could pick the hottest one and she'd definitely blow you in the back of that car of yours."

The first guy laughed smugly. "I know, I know. But I'm 28 and I need to find a wife before the election season starts. Anne is fucking hot and her mom's connected on The Hill so she's the obvious choice. The wedding will be all over the DC society pages this summer, just you wait."

Dave found himself pressed against the fence, hanging on every word.

"Yeah, but-"

"I'll fuck all the other bitches after the wedding. Anne's too traditional to get a divorce. She's the perfect submissive trophy wife. She's a great lay, too. Pretty sure she'll let me do-"

Dave shoved off the fence and went to find her. She may hate him, but she needed to know what she was getting herself into. He spent fifteen minutes searching all over the house, barging into bedrooms and bathrooms, pissing off several other partygoers before seeing Jimmy at the bottom of the stairs with his arms firmly around the same blonde as earlier.

"Jimmy! Where's Anna?"

Jimmy shrugged and tried to lean the blonde against the wall, but she was too drunk to stand. "She just left with Kevin. They were both super wasted."

Shit. He ran down the steps, skipping two at a time and shoved several people aside, ripping open the front door so hard that it smashed into the drywall behind it. He skidded and slipped across the snowy lawn and in the direct path of Kevin's gold Mercedes just as he put it into gear.

"Get out of the fucking way!" Kevin yelled and honked the horn, but Dave stood firm on the icy road in front of them.

He squinted into the headlights and could see Anna's panicked face, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the dashboard as she spoke to Kevin. "Come on, Annie," he whispered to himself. "Get out of the car, baby."

Kevin's attention turned from Dave to Anna. They were clearly arguing about something with Kevin growing more and more agitated as she spoke. He reared back as if to slap Anna and Dave lunged forward, hitting the hood of the car so loudly that it startled its occupants. Kevin's hand connected with the steering wheel instead of Anna's face as he yelled muffled threats through the windshield at him and revved the engine. Dave held his ground, watching as Anna broke the pendant free from her neck and threw it at Kevin's head before kicking open her door.

"... the most insufferable, self centered, boring man I have ever met!" she screamed as she climbed out of the car. "And you couldn't find a g-spot if it had a neon fucking arrow pointing at it!"

Once she was safely on the lawn, Dave felt himself breathing a bit easier, but Kevin was now ripping his own door open and storming towards her. "Anne, I won't tolerate this kind of behavior-"

"Get back in your car and leave, dude," Dave called over the Mercedes. He struggled to stay upright on the ice while moving towards Anna, worried he wouldn't make it to her before Kevin did.

"Fuck you," Kevin yelled from the back of the Mercedes. "Get a real fucking job, you hippy."

"What, so he can be a 'future senator' like you?" Anna spat. "You're just a glorified coffee bitch for a low ranked representative, Kevin."

"Get back in the fucking car, Anne," Kevin yelled, now on the snowy lawn and trudging towards her.

"I wouldn't get back in that fucking piece of shit if you paid- oof-" Anna's back hit the snow as Dave tackled her, holding her body under his while Jimmy pointed his father's shotgun up into the air and pulled the trigger. She ducked into his chest and held him tightly as the boom echoed off the surrounding houses.

"Go back to Georgetown, motherfucker!" Jimmy yelled and leveled the spent shotgun directly at Kevin.

He scrambled on the ice, falling a few times in a flurry of swears and expensive suit pieces before dragging himself upright again using the car door. "You're ruined, Anne! You could have been the First Lady, but you fucked it up!" Once inside his car, he tried to speed away, but his tires just spun on the ice.

"You really know how to pick 'em, Annie," Dave muttered, still holding her tightly underneath him while watching over his shoulder as Kevin inched away.

"My mother actually picked that one," she replied, her teeth chattering and her lips blue even through her red lipstick. "Who the hell let Jimmy have a gun?"

"Come on," he laughed and moved to sit up, just as the party behind them began to chant.

"Five! Four! Three! ..."

Anna grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back to her, kissing him hard as the countdown ended and the party behind them exploded into cheers. She giggled when he planted an extra kiss on her forehead.

"Happy New Year, Annie."

"Happy New Year, kitten."

#anotherfiveyearsfic

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crying-saeyoung · 7 years

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Can I request RFA reacting to MC proposing to them? c: Was thinking about that earlier today !! lol

I’ve read this HC before and I loooooovee ittttt sooo much I love this headcanon aaaaa I hope you guys like it as much as I do!! -Green

Yoosung:

-honestly, it wasn’t planned at all. Kinda. You did have a whole plan for a date, very romantic and a night to remember for sure.

-but when you woke up and saw Yoosung right there, sleeping so peacefully, you just had to do it. God, you just had to marry this man. Right now .

-so you get out of bed as quietly as you can, and you whip him up a sweet cup of coffee that he taught you from his barista club, and some strawberry pancakes with whip cream

-this boy loves sweet things so you write on the side of the plate with caramel ‘will you marry me, baby?’

-you did some basic latte art on his coffee, just a simple heart but you thought it was cute

-you put it all on a small tray and brought it over to the bedroom, where Yoosung was still sleeping

-you set the tray down on the nightstand, and sit right next to him, petting his hair and kissing his shoulders and cheeks to wake him up

-his lil sleepy eyes are so cute that you wanna ask him right then and there but you SomeHow resist

- “I brought you some breakfast in bed, honey” you give him the tray and he’s already surprised because !!! he loves your cooking, but what’s the occasion???

-first yoosung smiles at your cup art and drinks some of that, complimenting how cute you are and how good you are at making coffee!!! maybe even better than him?? ooo

-when he looks at the plate to see what you made, he almost misses the little words by the side. but he does see it

-at first he thinks it’s a joke. were you reinacting one of your books or something??

-but when he looks back at you to see you on one knee by the bed with a ring in your hand he actually screams

-without even thinking he totally throws the breakfast off the bed the coffee is safe on the nightstand thank god and jumps into your arms

-making the two of you fall on the hard floor but he doesn’t care because “yeah!!!! yeah!! yeah, i wanna marry you!!” he doesn’t even say YES he just keeps saying YEAH. because. YEAH!!! we’re getting MARRIED!

Saeyoung:

-saeyoung deserves the best of the best okay

-so you make a GAME out of it

-you make him search for the ring and it’s so complex that you honestly forgot where you put the ring

-you hid it the other night and woke up at the butt-crack of dawn, waking up your soon to be fiance along with you

-he’s cranky about it, but once he hears that you two are going on a scavenger hunt he’s BLASTING OUT THE ROOM

-saeyoung please put on clothes we’re going outside

-it’s really fuckin cold in the morning so you guys have to dress up warm, which to Saeyoung means 707 layers of jackets heheh

-the puzzle was made to be really challenging because you know how smart Saeyoung is, even if he pretends he isn’t

-it’s kind of like his Valentines Date (DLC) except a lot less romantic ,, and more adventurous

-one moment your in the bathroom until he breaks it apart to find a key, and the next moment you’re in the garage unlocking one of his babes. inside there you find a tub of ice cream, so you go to Saerans room! You find a bouquet of flowers, so now your suddenly at the supermarket! Just like that, and it goes on FOREVER

-the last stop (where the wedding ring is) is at the top of the hill in a small dog park where the two of you had your first date. by the time you get there it’s the middle of the afternoon

-Saeyoung isn’t even TIRED. he’s having so much fun!!!

-he has to climb one of the trees to find the ring, and you’re down on the ground and you kinda just go “o. that’s where i put it” because, again, you fucking FORGOT

-he hangs from one of the branches and hands the ring to you, and you see the confusion on his face, but also the playfulness

- “what could it mean??? i don’t remember a ring in our relationship. hmm… you truly are a master, because frankly, I’m stump-ed.” bu-dum cccchhhh

-you join on in, observing the ring curiously even if you knew what it looked like.

-it was a beautiful ring. you didn’t want it too flashy, that didn’t really match his personality. it had a diamond in the middle, with two moonstones shaped in crescents to hug the diamond on each side. one reason because it was his birth stone, the other because. it was a moon stone. spaaaace

- “hmm, the only time I remember there being a ring in our relationship is when I proposed to you??”

-Saeyoung laughs because it’s like lololol funny joke MC but then all the sudden your getting on one knee and he’s kinda just like. w h a t

- “don’t tell me you’re going to say no and ruin the adventure already? we still have to go to the moon, you know.” You try to be cocky but your voice is trembling. you’re literally proposing to Saeyoung who is hanging upside down from a tree like a damn monkey

-he falls off the tree

- “OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU OKAY??” you try to help him but he’s scrambling away from you. Your heart breaks a lil bc of that,,

-and then you see that your boyfriend is crying and he’s trying really really hard for you not to see and you don’t know if that’s a good sign or not

- “are you crying because you love me or because you’re hurt because I’m really worried about both” a legitimate question you have to ask

-AAGAHHH it’s cause he loves you!!!! hell yeah he wants to marry you!!!

-that’s what he wants to say but he’s crying so much it comes out as a bunch of nonsense. “h yeh.. wa -nanabb… maaaarrRRYYyy-mmm y-yo-uugh-ouuu ehhhehHH!!!”

-after you get him calmed down he kinda just bursts into tears at random times the rest of the day because he’s so overwhelmed with LOVE FOR YOU

Jumin:

-you don’t even beat around the bush with this fuckin dork. You’ve TRIED. it DOESN’T WORK Y’ALL

-if you don’t tell him outright about something, he’ll never know what you mean

-you’re out at a very very fancy dinner. You don’t want to propose there because of paparazzi. you figure that the dinner will help the romantic mood though

-after the dinner, you two go out to his private garden, and you spend the rest of your date there, walking and talking

-at one point you stop the two of you at a small little bench and request to sit down

-you continue talking while you make a flower crown for the both of you because he’s a very pretty boy and you can’t resist.

-also you need something to do with your hands because you’re so nervous and jittery

-by the time you’re finished with them, you place one crown on your head and then offer him his

- “would you like to be my prince, Jumin?”

-he smiles at you, because gosh. u are… so cute. Of course he wants to be your fuckin prince !!!

- “forever. be my prince forever, okay?”

- “okay, MC. I promise.”

-you place the crown on his head, and without really thinking about it you place the ring on the top of his head too

-Jumin is like “?????”

-very confused

-when he picks it up, and sees it is an engagement ring, he almost laughs because when Jumin looks at you again you are struggling to get on one knee in the grass

- “are you asking me to marry you, MC?”

-UGH YES JUMIN YES I AM aSGHHGH HELp me

-Jumin full out just giggles. He’s got a little blush on his cheeks and everything. he looks damn beautiful. It’s like the guy is shining under the moonlight

- “please god marry me Jumin Han” kinda just slips out of your mouth before you can think about it

-he brings you up to him and gives you a very deep kiss before putting on the ring.

- “MC, if you need me to, I’ll be your king.”

Jaehee:

-you had brought the whole RFA together at your apartment for a casual get together and game night

-and you planned to propose with everyone there

-you just wanted it to be fun and memorable for the both of you, and to have your RFA family with you sounded amazing

-you were. v v nervous but you couldn’t tell anyone because literally everyone in the RFA would snitch without even thinking about it they’re terrible

-the party was finally at that calm, but fun air you wanted it to be. Yoosung and Saeyoung playing Just Dance on the TV, Jaehee and Zen chatting about their daily lives and his musicals while you were preparing food with Jumin.

-I think out of everyone in the RFA, Jumin is the happiest for you two, whether he say it or not

-and really…. he was the only one who wouldn’t snitch….

-so while you were pouring drinks for everyone, you told Jumin you planned to propose to Jaehee tonight but you weren’t sure when the best moment would be

-surprisingly he gave you a?? side hug???

-he was so proud of you guys aaaaa

-Jumin wasn’t the most romantic person, but he did give you good advice. Let it come naturally. Don’t think of her saying no, just think of her saying yes, because she will. Jaehee will say yes

-and that was such a relief to hear that you gave Jumin a big ol hug and a smooch on the cheek before bringing out the food

-an hour goes by and you all are playing monopoly

-Saeyoung and Jumin are getting all the expensive houses and constantly competing for each others cards. No one knows how Saeyoung got so much money.

-Yoosung is making a little home with all the really cheap blocks and Zen is pulling his hair as he has to pay Jumin yet again

-then there’s you and Jaehee who watch the fire burn and maintain a normal board of moderately expensive houses.

-and you just feel so good at the moment. You and Jaehee cuddled in a blanket with your friends all around you

-so you turn around, kiss her on the forehead, bring out the ring and ask her to marry you

-ALL EYES ON YOU

-the fighting IMMEDIATELY STOPS and everything is so quiet

-…

-..

- “DAMMIT JAEHEE IF YOU DON’T SAY YES, I WILL” Saeyoung SCREECHES at the top of his lungs and he looks like he’s gunna c r y

-Jaehee does finally find her words and says yes, then the two of you kiss and everyone is standing up and cheering for the two of you

-they force you to do a slow dance together and really you wouldn’t have it any other way

Zen:

-you don’t want to do it in public, because of paparazzi, but… Zen does love attention..

-so you decide to propose to him after one of his shoes back stage

-you watch the whole performance with a nervous heart and shaking hands

-the whole time you just stare at Zen and you watch how beautifully he sings and preforms. He’s amazing at what he does. You just… feel so proud of him

-you really, really hope he’ll say yes. You need him to. You don’t think you could ever get over it if Zen said no.

-When the show is over, there’s usually a meet-and-greet with all the actors so you have to act quickly before he leaves for that and is too tired for a proposal

-you greet him with a big hug and a kiss, which he appreciates a Whole Lot

- “hey, Zen, I was.. wondering something today.”

- “yeah? what’s that?”

- “would you ever… in the future.. would you ever like to get married?”

-you catch him off guard and now he’s blushing like a FOOL

-of course!! especially if it’s to you, and he winks. He’s just casually flirting but you’re just like THE TIME IS NOW

-you slam down on your knee so hard that you actually start crying and Zen is just ????!!!!!! what h a p p e n e d

-you explain in tears while bringing out the ring that you wanted to propose but you got too excited..

-YOU’RE SO CUTE, O H MYG OD,,,

-Zen just laughs, picks you up and gives you a really big SMOOCH on the lips. pretend i didn’t say smooch because it was actually really romantic

-he dips you, what a nerd

-god, he loves you. he’s looking at you with such a sparkle in his eyes as he says ‘yes’ and putting on that ring, you forget all about your injury and go in for another kiss as he spins you around

-after he smugly shows all his fans the ring in pride

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