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gyuswhore · 9 months

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Pure Math 171

choi seungcheol x reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, humour

warnings: math. (1) dirty joke. thats it i think (lmk if there's more)

synopsis: Walking into the first class of the semester shouldn't have been as eventful as it was (not that you can complain for long)

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(A/N): I haven't posted a fic in a while so i hope i redeem myself with this one hehe. a million thank yous to @toruro for beta-ing for me (even at the dentists lol) you can thank her for this too shes the reason i finished so quickly kjvkdfjg

It takes a lot to surprise you.

It’s not that you enjoy it, but your friends simply make it easy to read them. It took Soonyoung seven human years to learn the art of surprise birthday parties. You know, the ones where you aren’t supposed to know he’s throwing a party just for you. Or Minghao, before he learned the art of deceit, and held his disdain like a badge on his face.

You seem to have honed the skill of psychics better than most, confident in your ability as a higher-risk party trick.

Skipping into the new semester at uni, you enter your lecture hall at the reasonable hour of 8 in the morning, expecting nothing but the usual. No surprises were to come your way today, just another first day back, fueling for the coming months.

You push the doors of your lecture hall open, ready to greet your professor for Pure Mathematics 171, pushing your spirits high to commence your per semester buttering. What you find though, is the front desk crowded with students wanting to do the exact same, all for the professor that would be teaching the most dreaded unit of the course. Of course.

You spot Soonyoung among the crowd as he spots you at the door as well. You note how gleeful he looks at this hour. This can’t be good. Hao too presses his mouth together in an attempt to conceal his budding smile, hand to mouth when he miserably fails.

What on Earth was so funny?

Attempting to crane your neck, over and under, to catch a glimpse of the ever popular professor, you find yourself blocked by the sea of math nerds and ass-kissers just like yourself. Curiosity was becoming a little too much for you to bear, not that your friends sniggering and whispering while looking directly at you was helping at all. You were just about to march up to the two and demand to be put on their shoulders to see what the fuss was about. Until—

“Alright! It’s almost 8, let’s save the chatter for after class, how about?” you hear a voice boom in the centre of the anthill.

You knew that voice.

You watch in slow motion as the hoard of bodies disperse, not missing the pointed glances of both your friends directed at the teacher’s table.

And then you see it. Standing there, looking down at his folder sheets, dry-erase marker in hand.

Choi Seungcheol.

Choi Seungcheol was your professor.

Your boyfriend was your professor.

How did this happen? Did he know about this? Was he keeping it from you? Were you blind when you read the clear ‘Dr. Kim’ next to your unit code?

Seungcheol doesn’t notice you standing there slack mouthed and frozen in his classroom. Until he does.

Instead of mimicking your shocked expression, you watch as his mouth goes to pull what you recognise as a smirk.

Oh, he thinks this is hilarious.

His eyebrows are raised as he questions you, “Will you be taking a seat, miss?”

It’s then that you realise you're in the middle of a lecture hall with about a hundred eyes watching you as you gape at your collective professor. Could they be mistaking your imminent horror as you checking him out?

If this was another situation maybe you would have, but this was starting to sound like a sick joke.

But alas, you could not confront your professor like that, at least not in front of an audience. So you find it within yourself to slowly slug towards the staircase to plant yourself next to your friends. Both of whom were having the absolute time of their lives watching your dazed expression.

You might have committed murder that day.

You’re forced to snap out of it as you hear Seungcheol - professor Choi - begin to speak at the front of the class.

“Good morning everybody,” he starts, hands on his desk, a pleasant expression on his face as he awaits a response from his borderline comatose students. A chorus of good mornings greet him back, excluding your own.

“Hope you guys had a good break, welcome to Pure Math 171, my name is Professor Choi” he moves to scribble his name on the whiteboard, “And I would like to be referred as such.”

His gaze finds you in your seat as he utters those words. He is quick to shift.

“We’re gonna be starting light today, I’ll be going through our unit guide and grading system…”

Seungcheol talks. And talks. And talks. And you don’t listen. You watch instead.

You’re mad at him. Really mad at him. But you can’t help but wonder as he walks around looking like that. He’s in the simplest dress shirt and slacks of a neutral colour, but he wears it oh so well.

You’ve watched him every morning as he gets dressed for work, knowing his attire has always suited him. Your friends who have been in his classes have expressed their disappointment when told he wasn’t single, and promptly draw open in shock when they realize it's you that’s snagged him before the world could.

Seungcheol, for lack of a better word, hits different when he’s in his element. His hair is pushed back and out of his face, noting how his glasses look so much sexier when he’s pacing the room with hands dipped in his pockets. He’s speaking tongues of numbers and symbols, and it’s suddenly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

But you're mad at him. It shouldn’t be that hard to remind yourself.

“You know, you’re being real ungrateful for a person who just got a free pass on the hardest class this fucking insitution can cook up,” Soonyoung whisper-shouts next to you.

Minghao quips beside him, “Look alive, sister, you’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Were you two in on it?” you finally snap, irritated at their apparent glee.

Soonyoung snorts, “Fuck, no, we saw him when we walked in this morning”

“So did he know?”

“Oh, I think Professor Choi would be glad to tell you himself after hours,” Minghao sleazes while Soonyoung throws you the greasiest wink known to man.

Disgusted and disturbed, you turn your attention back to the front of the room. You’re still disgusted and disturbed. Seungcheol is still there, looking like he does, scribbling some example equation on the board.

“Hmm. I think professor Choi ought to know his favourite student’s having trouble paying attention? We can’t have that, you should move up front.”

You do move. Away from your friends to the seats higher up.

It’s a mind-numbing two hours in which you think you experience every emotion possible.

You think of your friends who have sat in his classes all semester, that have ogled him and admitted his apparent attractiveness. There were people in this room that were thinking the very same thing in this very moment, and it was making your skin crawl. You wanted to get up and scream: This is your boyfriend.

But alas, you are but a tired, tired college student. He wouldn’t fail you, would he? Then again, he has a ruthless streak of keeping you from the lights of life when you’re slacking in dire times. You might be the love of his life, but he remains a man of discipline.

It’s an annoying trait, but only ever in the moment. He might be the sole reason you haven’t completely lost yourself in the sea of academics.

“I think we can wrap up with that, it’s basic stuff but it won’t hurt to revise on your own before next week when we really get into it,” Seungcheol’s voice booms.

There’s a churn in your stomach for some reason, and you have to neutralize your breathing as you watch the lecture hall slowly empty out. A few students remain lingering at the front desk for yet another round of buttering. Seungcheol entertains them, pleasant smile on his face, nodding along to something. You remain seated, arms and legs crossed as you stare daggers into the top of Seungcheol’s head as he speaks with his students.

The remaining students file out as well, and you notice how Soonyoung and Minghao are long gone, leaving just you and Seungcheol alone in this big, big room.

It’s only then that he looks up searching, to check if you had left yet.

He remembered quick.

His eyes finally land on your, disgruntled, tight form, refusing to make eye contact for more than three seconds before huffing audibly, moving to put away your things. Seungcheol moves around his front desk, hands in pockets, hiking his way up the lecture steps to where you were at the top row.

You’re shoving your laptop in your bag by the time he’s done with his trek, planting himself on the chair next to you loudly. You ignore him.

“Do you think we’d get in trouble if they caught us like this?” he muses after a few silent moments.

“Caught us like what?” You snap. There goes your pledge to remain silent.

“You can’t possibly think a teacher and his student caught in a classroom by themselves is necessarily a point in our favor”

“I’ll do the honors then” with that you’re swinging your bag over your shoulder to trudge behind him to the steps leading down, wanting to be out of his presence for the time being.

You’re barely past him when there’s a grip on your wrist, firm and purposeful, that tugs you backwards in a harsh manner. The bag on your shoulder is sent to the floor while you, in your entirety, are sent straight into Seungcheol’s lap.

Bastard.

The smirk on his face is enough to send you into a pot of livid fumes, right after you’re done balancing yourself on his shoulders. You try not to grip on too tight.

“What makes you think you can leave without being dismissed?”

“What the fuck.”

“Language, miss. I don’t tolerate obscenities in my classroom.” It might’ve been a menacing threat, but with what lay behind the glint in his eyes you knew he was being a little shit.

It takes you every fibre in your body to refrain from thinking too much about him. Him and his hands that rest on your thighs, him and his hands that are placed near your waist, stroking and pressing into your shirt.

No, you're mad at him.

“Did you know?” you ask finally, tired of the back and forth.

“Nope,” he replies, “Found out when you walked in.”

“Do you not read your attendance sheet? Isn’t that your job? You had the entirety of summer to give me a heads up, this is your fault!”

“Dr. Kim got into an accident last night, she’s out of service for the rest of the semester. I didn’t know until I came in for my other class I was being switched over—”

“How does that happen?!” you almost yell.

He’s silent for a moment before beginning again, “Do you want me to ask for another class?”

Wait, what.

“I didn’t say that—” You can’t finish because your being pushed off your seat on his lap to stand while he gets up as well.

“I’ll go talk to the co-ordinator then, class isn’t working out for me.” With that he’s trudging back down the steps, making a beeline for the door.

You’re left stunned at the top of the stairs, not knowing if he was being serious or not. Were you about to let his presence bother you that bad? To the point he had to switch classes? What were you even that upset about?

Twirling around in place trying to look for the bag that was strewn about earlier, you grab the straps and race down the steps. If Seungcheol can hear your bounding footsetps, he doesn’t show it. Instead you crash into his back just as he’s about to leave the room, to which he turns around.

The smirk seems glued to his face and you realize right then you may have been lured. With the 180° that had become of your perception, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore, cooling off the simmer that had been brewing for the past couple hours.

“Maybe…Maybe I can live with seeing your face for a couple hours a week,” you mumble, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact.

He lets out an incredulous laugh, “Couple hours a week?! Do you realise we sleep in the same bed at night, pretty sure that’s more than a couple hours.”

“You know what I meant!” you huff, arms crossed and turning your head away. You cringe slightly at how you voice echoes across the large lecture hall.

Feeling his hands enclose yours, pulling your body slowly towards him, you bring yourself to look back up at him. His hands come up behind you when you’re close enough, snaking up your back and waist. You try not to shudder, but it’s hard when you know he’s doing it on purpose. There’s warmth that radiates off of him, a stark contrast from the chill classroom, your fingers finding purchase around his own waist.

There’s more of that same warmth when he kisses you, short pecks, yet ones that have you smiling against his lips. The curve remaining as he rests his forehead on yours.

“Let’s go home, just need to grab my stuff,” he says, but makes no effort to move from his position.

“Are you already done for the day?” you frown.

“No,” he muses, “But it’s only the first day. Besides, I wanna sit in bed with my girl while I map her out for the first assignment of the semester.”

“Does your girl get premium access?”

“Hm, maybe.”

Before you can refute, the door of the room bursts open with a bang that reaches straight into your soul. With the way Seungcheol’s eyes widen, you don’t doubt the same was happening in his own chest.

There isn’t enough time for you to pull away before hearing gasps alluding from the threshold.

Soonyoung and Minghao stand at the door, scandalized looks complete with hands over their faces. Hao shakes his head in mock disappointment, eyes pointed. Soonyoung pulls out his hands, framing them like he was taking a picture of the both of you gripping each other.

“Now what would the bulletin look like with these two on the front cover? You’re friends with Seok, right? D’you think you could put a word in?” Soonyoung yaps, the most insufferable look on his face.

Seungcheol laughs, to your surprise, and looks over to you, “What d’you think the bulletin would look like with his F on the front cover?”

“D’you think you could put a word in?” you raise your eyebrows.

His smile widens but he’s being pulled away as both your friends move forward to surround him. You vaguely register Soonyoung cupping your boyfriend’s face delicately, singsonging about their years of friendship, or how Hao has his arms wrapped around him in a back hug, head on his shoulder.

You vaguely register any of it, because you’re smiling too hard at the scene. Smiling too hard when Seungcheol catches your eye, before bursting out laughing, attempting to wrestle the two off of him.

You bring your phone up to the chaos instead of your hands, wanting to frame the scene for real this time.

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honeysuckleharringtons · 7 months

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just steve harrington being so selfless and not taking time for himself melting into a puddle if the reader or you or y/n (idk which one to put 💀) just asked him if he was okay a lot (I do that 24/7, this is purely self indulgent) and the many times he said yeah and the one time he said no :(

i was originally gonna do a full fic style blurb on this but words have been very hard for me lately so i'm just gonna do a text post about this! hope you don't mind 🫶🏻

warnings: reader is sorta implied to be fem!reader, allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food, no use of Y/N, lmk if i missed anything!

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I imagine the first time it happens is probably in gym class when you're younger.

You accidentally hit him right in his pretty lil face with a dodgeball ☹️

And Steve being Steve insists he's okay because "I get hit all the time in basketball and football. I've broken bones and nearly busted my teeth out. A lil dodgeball never hurt anyone."

But you can tell he's hurt.

Whether it's him that's hurt or his bruised ego, you can't really tell.

But some part of him was clearly hurt.

more under the cut!

The second time it happens is when you get paired together for a study group during senior year.

Steve struggles with a lot of subjects, but math is probably his worst.

And it's not like he doesn't want to get better, his parents just never sat down at the table and helped him with anything growing up, and when his nannies told his dad about his report cards, it didn't end very well ☹️

But math is the one he's always had the hardest time with.

So when the two of you get paired to study for the calculus final, you can almost immediately tell he's struggling to understand the questions on the example sheet.

At one point, he just kinda places his head in his hands and groans into his palms.

And you're just kinda like, "Hey, you okay?"

And again, Steve is never one to admit defeat.

"I'll be fine. Can you just help me with question four?"

Surprisingly though, after just a few nights of studying together, you become sort of reluctant allies.

He surprisingly excelled in human biology, which you did not. So, the two of you helped each other where you could.

And then it happened a third time, during the summer after you'd graduated.

Steve had had a rather unsuccessful time trying to flirt with the ladies that often came into Scoops Ahoy.

This day had been no different.

He'd really tried his hardest to get the beautiful ginger in front of you to go with him to the movies on Friday.

But she and her friends just moved along, double-scoop ice cream cones in hand, back to their shopping.

"You good?" you asked, nearly on the verge of laughing, as you stepped up to the counter.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered sarcastically. "Just a little bruise to my ego. That was definitely the first time any lady has turned down this beautiful face."

Part of you, though, was hurting. Hurting that, even though you were right in front of him, he'd never bothered to look at you that way.

The fourth time it happened, you really started to question everything you thought you knew about Steve.

Somehow, despite being back in town for a total of two days, you'd gotten roped into something to do with some evil dude named Vecna.

And for once, after everything you'd learned since arriving back in Hawkins for spring break, Steve was the one asking if you were okay.

Also for once, one of you was answering the question truthfully.

However, in the week that followed after, even in the midst of alternate dimensions and weird mutations of bats, you'd learned that Steve might have been causing his previous lady problems on purpose.

And when you saw the painful expression he sported as Nancy Wheeler was reunited with her boyfriend, your own heart shattered all over again.

Still, if there was one thing you were, it was a good friend to Steve.

So, you pulled him aside and asked those three little words.

Steve simply ran a hand through his disheveled hair with a slow nod.

But you could tell he was nearly at the point of breaking.

And the time when he finally answered truthfully, he really did break.

You'd drove with him to the hospital to check up on Max Mayfield, who somehow he'd became friends with despite the age difference.

The room was dead silent, other than the annoying buzzing coming from the lights.

You finally gave him a good once-over as he sat at Max's bedside—his messy hair, his pale face with newly acquired purple spots under his eyes, a small cut under his lip.

And for the first time since you'd known Steve, you watched as tears formed in his eyes.

You were quick to rush over to the other side of the bed, your hand splaying across his back and rubbing soft, small circles against his frame.

"Steve, I know this is a silly question to ask, because we both know the real answer, but seriously, are you okay?"

He knew he couldn't hide. Not any longer. So, he simply let the walls come down, croaking out a small, "No," through his flood of tears.

After crying into your shoulder and allowing himself to finally let go of everything he'd been holding in for all those years, he just simply held you.

Finally, after explaining everything—from the reason why he never told you about the Upside Down, to why he'd used Nancy and all those girls as a distraction from the person he really wanted—he just grabbed your face and kissed you. A sweet and tender kiss, not a desperate or lustful kiss, but a longing one—one he'd waited much too long to give you.

And somehow, even in the midst of all the bad stuff, even in the midst of Steve finally breaking, the two of you could finally find a way to maybe, just maybe, be okay for once. ❤️‍🩹

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nrdmssgs · 9 months

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Hello! Could you do some headcannons or some characters reacting to this scenario?

So I was sitting on the floor with my bff and we are playing a game of sorts right? He's hella competitive so I look up and i see the hottest smirk on his face. Like his eyes are half litted and just foxlike as he smirked down at me.

Now the cod characters are obvi gonna be in different situations but for example like we are training and they get their ass handed to and they just look up to see the most cockyest hottest smirk possible on our face.

You can change things if you'd like! Thank you! - JAY

TF 141 + Nikolai reacting on (different) readers, having hot smug smirk

Masterlist This is pure fluff and comfort. Sometimes with romance, sometimes platonic. AN: Jay!! Thank you for being so patient with me) I really hope, I got your request right. But if I failed - feel free to paraphrase and resend it to me, so we can figure this out. Also: I loved working on this. So much fun!!

Captain John Price

"Come on, now you are just making up words!" Price lets out a cloud of cigar smoke in the air.

But you insist, it is a real word, since you were pretty proud, it was about to win you a game of scrabble against a native English speaker.

"Somebody, look this up, I have this feeling, there's a cheater in our ranks." Captain stretches his back and shoulders, while waiting for anyones confirmation.

"Ehm, it's actually a word." Gaz leans over the table where you and Price play and shows him something on the smartphone screen. Then he looks at the letters Price has left and whistles.

"Looks like you won, congratulations," Kyle pats you on the shoulder with that.

You clapped your hands loudly and jumped up from the table. "Yes! An hour and a half in that horrible chair, my back won't thank me, but it was worth it!"

The others turn at the sound of your voice and come over to congratulate you.

Price does not stand up, but takes another puff, watching your widening cocky grin.

When you finally approach him, holding out your hand for a friendly handshake, he gathers a few letter chips into his palm.

"Sir, it was a pleasure to ruin you on this fine evening!" You wait for a handshake, but he takes your wrist, flips your hand and gives you a few of his letters.

"Go on, professor, figure yourself, where you've made a mistake." He chuckles darkly, amused by your expression getting puzzled and lost.

You look at the letters in your hand, then at the playing field... And you don't understand what word can be formed from what John gave you.

"Need a hand?" Price squints. You nod, and he takes letters one by one from your hand and places them in the field.

"What... what does that mean?" As you ask, others, for some mysterious reason, diverge to the far corners of the room.

"Someone needs a lesson, I see," Price purrs "C`mere, this is a nasty one."

As you lean closer, he brushes hair off your ear and whispers, what does the word he has just laid out on the field, mean. And with every next his word, your face becomes more red.

"Now be a darling and do the math, so that your Captain knows with what score exactly did he beat you." Price stand up, cracks his back and leaves you alone at the table.

(Of course, he will return with tea and something sweet to cheer you up. He just wanted to teach you to never celebrate too soon.)

Kyle Gaz Garrick

He was always your biggest fan. From that time, you showed him your very first painting to this very moment, your local gallery declared your private selling exhibition open.

"I bet, I don't understand even one third of the meaning behind this one, but I'm in love. Just want to look at it every day," he confesses when you get closer to him.

"And you have a trained eye for a soldier. This painting is one of the most pricey ones." You fan yourself with a price list printed out for visitors. Kyle catches it in flight, quickly finds the picture in front of which you met in the list, and looks up at you.

"Jeez, after I retire - I'll ask you to teach me how to paint!" He finally lets go of the price list in your hand and gives you a warm and soft embrace. 'Famous Garrick signature hug' as you two used to call it always. The best hug, you could ever get.

"Congratulations," He huffs in your hair, not wanting to let go. "Can I already flex, that my best friend is a famous artist?"

"Oh, yes, famous artist, that has sold zero paintings yet." You chuckle, leaning back.

"You just wait, till I become a Captain, your works will all be sold, before they are even ready." Kyle is the only man able to illuminate any space with just his laugh. You wish, you could tell that to him, but it sounds banal and vulgar even in your head.

Later that evening, when someone approaches you and asks if that painting is still available, you shake your head in excuse.

Six months later, you celebrate Kyle's birthday. His colleagues gathered in a small and cozy local pub.

You all have known each other for a long time, so they all greet you warmly when you approach their table.

Kyle jumps up and hugs you with such a speed that you almost drop the present you were hiding behind your back.

"Happy birthday!" You smile and hand him a big flat box.

Suspecting nothing, Kyle opens it and freezes in shock.

"What, what is it? Gaz, what you've got?" Johnny MacTavish was agitated as usual.

"You can't..." Kyle looks from the painting to you. "You can`t give it to me..."

"Just did it, Garrick," a wide smile spreads across your face. The more times he looks from you to the painting and back, the more smug your grin gets.

He can't thank you enough. The whole evening, he keeps repeating, "You are crazy. Freaking psycho, I tell you... I promise, I'm gonna come up with the best present on your birthday."

As the others start heading home, Price calls Kyle over. "If this is not screaming to you, you have a chance with that girl, Gaz, I'll have to send you for your hearing screening before your next deployment."

Simon Ghost Riley

You hated weekly performance reviews. Others may find it terrifying, since the Lieutenant wasn't very generous with praise, but you just couldn't stand this infinite cycle. Because every week it was the same.

"Y/N, you already know what I have to say." "Yes sir. More confidence brings better results."

You two kept going over this exact dialogue for the last month. Week after week. "More confidence, Y/N".

This review went on as usual. You reacted on your name automatically. "Yes, sir."

When others started leaving his office, you too stood up and headed to the door.

"I asked you to stay, soldier." Ghosts low voice rumbles behind your back, making you frown. Yes, maybe you should have paid more attention to what was he saying.

You turn around and land on the first chair, you see. It was useless to try to come with excuse, why you almost sneak out of his office instead of following his command, so you prepare to obediently accept his condemnation.

But he instead takes a small box sealed in plastic from his desk and throws it on the table in front of you. "Open it. And read the rules out loud. I don't have a single idea, how to play this one."

"Sir? You want us... to play a card game? Am I missing something?" Instead of an answer, he gives a long look, that could make anyone frightened. Yes, when it came to the Lt, you never knew if this man just looking at you without any particular purpose or actually was plotting to end you.

So you unpack a deck of cards and read the rules. The game wasn't too complicated, but required strategic thinking and some understanding of behavioral patterns of the opponent.

You two play a pair of rounds, and then Ghost says 'enough with training, you win this time - you get a reward'.

"Wait, how? I don't think, I'm ready..." "Observe, memorize, analyze, react, don't forget to count the cards and believe in yourself." He looks you in the eyes and nods at the deck.

At first, you panic. Does he really expect you to beat him in a game where you have to manipulate your opponent? This is not a gullible and naive colleague - this is Simon 'Ghost' Riley - someone, whom you can't just read like an open book!

But at some point you notice a particular pattern in a way, he plays. And that leads you to an idea worth of the risk.

So you start carefully tinkering circumstances to make him do just what you want. And he follows to your surprise!

In a few minutes you understand, you got him trapped. There are only a pair of moves left to defeat Ghost.

"That's what I wanted to see," Ghost leans back in his chair a bit, not even looking at his hand.

You tense up a little, wondering why he's looking at your face instead of his cards, and then you realize you're smiling broadly, enjoying the approach of victory.

"Excuse me, sir." "No, keep that smile. Remember it. Never forget the smile, with which you beat 'the Ghost' you were so afraid of. And next time you feel insecure - put on that smile for a minute, ok? Now get on with it and win this round finally."

Johnny Soap MacTavish

"But Johnny! I'm in the mood for crimes!!" you whined, as he pulled you away from the garden fence.

"Na-a-ah, no crimes for you today, lassie. I'd hate it if you end up in prison." Soaps grip around your wrist was iron.

"One berry! I won't end up in jail for eating one berry, that I've found, by the way, outside this fence, because the bush overgrown through it!" You keep protesting.

"We'll, go on a farmers market and ill buy you a flippin` ton of those berries, you little rascal!" Johnny catches you by the waist and lifts you up in his arms with such ease, as if you weigh nothing. The longed-for berries, so affably peeking out from behind the neighbor's fence, turn out to be farther and farther away.

You see them off with a sad sigh. "But the stolen ones are always sweeter!"

Soap grumbles about how childhood hit you at the wrong time, but can't help but smile. He loves coming back from deployments and hanging out with you, just the same as when you two were kids.

Today you decided to go for a picknick on the nearest lake and on the way you decided that you just need to pick a few berries from the neighbors. The fact that the neighbors were not at home at that moment did not bother you, because 'CRIMES' as you happily shrieked.

As you reached the lake, Soap went for a quick swim, and you stayed to enjoy some rare for your region sun. You never understood, how he could swim in this ice-cold water.

When he came back and didn't find you anywhere near your picnic blanket, he grew suspicious.

His suspicions grew stronger when you emerged from behind the hill, grinning contentedly.

"Well, where have you been?" Johnny folded his arms across his chest.

"First, dry yourself, you will drip water all over our blanket!" You got close enough not to scream. Too close. Because he noticed your purple tongue.

"Show me your tongue." You froze at those words.

You took a few steps back, and he cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to figure something out in his mind.

"I was gone for 10-15 minutes... Did you manage to run to that garden and back?"

Instead of answering, you jumped up and rushed away from him. But Johnny's reaction was lightning fast: he caught up with you in a couple of swift motions and put you on his shoulders.

"I'm getting half of my dress wet because of you!" you screamed, trying to escape.

"Not half," he answered with a mischievous voice.

You followed Soap's gaze and realized that he was carrying you towards the water.

"Johnny no..."

"Johnny, yes!" he grinned ominously.

Nikolai

"You're going down, MacTavish!" You swing with such force that you almost lose your balance. A snowball flies towards Soap and you hear a soft pop as it hits his face and spills over his jacket.

"Yes!! Still the champion! Still have it!!" With a wild grin, you twirl around in a tiny victory dance. Soap could be better than you on a firing range and at training fields, but when it came to snowball fights - you were invincible.

You've secretly waited for winter and prayed for a snowfall every year just to show Johnny, you are a force to be reckoned with.

So you really deserve this little moment of triumph.

You still smile when you hear Soap calling your name.

A satisfied sneer blooming on your face as you turn around... and freeze.

Johnny stands there as if nothing had happened, the smirk on his face almost as wide as yours. And a few meters behind him is Nik, shaking the snow from behind the collar of his jacket.

"You ducked?! That's not fair, Soap!" "Since when using my knees is not fair?" Johnny moves aside little by little.

You meet Niks unamused gaze and shrug. "I am so terribly sorry, Nikolai. I swear, this was an accident!"

"Accident, yeah? I see, you like playing with snow so much..." He finishes brushing off the snow and holds out his hand to you. "Come closer, I can teach you a thing or two about snow. Where I come from, we've had a lot of it."

You shake your head. "You can't, you are not my Captain." This should have sounded like a reasoning, but comes out more as a plea.

"Captain?" Nikolai shouts, "I need to teach one of your soldiers a lesson, is it ok with you?" "Is it Gaz?" Price's voice reaches you. "No." "No objections then! Take your time!"

You quietly curse as Nik turns to you once again. He points an index finger to you, then to the ground right before him, and forms an inaudible command. "You. Here."

The last part of his order is spoken out loud in a manner that doesn't leave you any choice. "Now."

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nogenderbee · 3 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Neuvillette's s/o making a song about him and singing it with the Melusines and other Fontaine characters?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Of course! I did it only with melusines in the end so I hope you won't mind that!

Also omg, this is such a cute idea and I won't lie when I say my heart melted a bit just by imagining this. So hopefully you'll like it too!

Also I may've let my creativity carry me here-

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

As someone who loved and even made music, you simply had to make a song about your boyfriend. You spent many days thinking of perfect way to turn your feelings into music. Untill one day... one pretty rainy day in Fontaine when you were away from your partner who had to stay at work.

You've realized that something calm and slightly melancholic but with rather lovely text would suit his appearence and your feelings perfectly!

And once you've figured it all out, you just needed to decide what instruments to include to math vibe of the song. That's when you got approached by a melusine on Fontaine streets.

"Good morning Y/N! Am I right to assume you're troubled? Do you need any help?"

"No, no, I'm fine. But thank you!"

You said rather confidently and were about to leave with last goodbye but that's when you got an amazing idea!

"Actually... can I count on your help?"

The melusine approved of your idea after brief explanation, seeing it as nice way to thank Neuvilette for his hard work. Before you knew it, you had group of melusines willing to help you out. Of course some had to decline due to work but you were still satisfied with the amount of help.

You presented to them your idea on how they can sing the melody instead of using instruments and others can be background chorus. It was kind of a love song so it was only natural for you to take the leading vocalist role as Neuvilette's partner.

You practiced with melusines almost every day for this specific moment. It was past 8pm, there was almost no one in the area and yet, Neuvilette was still on his office, dealing with work.

You just knew he was tired and what better way to get him to take a break than showing up with loveliest surprise?

You and melusines got ready, even with few papers in hand to make sure no one will mistake their text and role. It may look like a job or forcing it to some, but it really wasn't! You could see from looks on their faces that they were happy to make hydro dragon's night a bit better as well.

"And 3, 2, 1..."

You counted everyone in as you saw their ready glances. As soon as "1" was said, melusines began singing melody just like planned, so you could smoothly enter first verse with the chorus supporting your singing.

Neuvilette, upon hearing the song sang by many familiar voices, couldn't help but stop working on his paper work and get up to check what's going on outside his workplace instead.

Once he left, his expression was one of pure shock but it didn't took long for it to turn into purest smile. He noticed the group you've collected and the emotions you put in singing. Not only that, whole song just put him at ease in just a small moment. So when it ended, he clapped his hands, giving all of you small applause as smile on his face was even more evident.

"That was beautiful. Thank you everyone for surprising me with such an adorable gift."

He made sure to stay polite and thank every single melusine, even inviting them for a drink. Though at the end of the day, his eyes were set on you alone. And when it was just you and him, he made sure to give you a soft kiss, figuring the meaning and effort behind this song by now.

"Thank you for preparing all of that for me. I couldn't ask for better surprise."

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your otter judge!

#genshin impact #genshin #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #neuvilette #genshin neuvilette #neuvilette x reader #genshin neuvillette x reader #fluff #genshin fluff #oneshot #genshin oneshot

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levmada · 2 years

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Random but I can’t get this tiny scenario out of my head

Canonverse, levi and reader are bickering about something (they haven’t acknowledged their feelings/confessed) and someone (I’m picturing either eld or gunther) walks by and says to another “why are mom and dad fighting?” Or “I don’t like when mom and dad fight” something along those lines and levi & reader hear that and just immediately stop arguing to look at whoever said that in pure, slightly flustered, shock & confusion

Then at the same time they both start fumbling to disagree with the sentiment, completely forgetting what they were arguing about before

I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, terrible at expressing my thoughts/ideas but I just really wanted to share it with you bc I thought it was cute and funny

You sigh, stressed. “Do you have to be good at everything?”

The only reason Levi agreed to take his work outside today is the shade the clouds provide from the half-summer, half-autumn sun. Leaves whirl around the courtyard, but the heat has its foot halfway out the door still. And maybe because you were taking your work outside, which you do often together anyway, by candlelight. Maybe.

“Not everything,” Levi mutters. He’s even multiplying—numbers of soldiers, numbers of supplies, those lost, those on the way—as he talks, large and uneven figures. He can do it all in his head.

“Yes, everything,” you whine. You stare forlornly down at your papers. “Strategy, math, fighting—”

“Fighting,” he bites back, looking at you now. You actually can tell that he’s not being serious—that sparkle behind his eyes wouldn’t be there if he was annoyed with you.

“Ah… What you’re best at.”

“I get the job done.”

“You do not,” you bicker. “You’re Humanity’s Strongest—”

He flicks your ear with a sour expression on his face. “Enough.”

“Denial, is it?”

“Shit-for-brains, is it?”

You swallow a laugh like a heavy stone in your throat and bite down on the inside of your cheek, attempting to scowl like Levi’s effortlessly doing. In the middle of your staring contest, you forget the courtyard and catch a voice—Gunther?—as he and someone else amble by.

“Hate it when Mom and Dad fight.”

Eld snickers.

Levi whips his head in their direction, but, definitely sensing a punishment, have already hurried off in the direction of the Mess Hall.

You for one freeze, heat creeping across your cheeks. That vague warm feeling that you’ve become accustomed to letting bloom whenever you’re around Levi fills you with a profound sense of guilt. But mostly embarrassment.

“Idiots,” Levi mutters. One hand on his ledger curled into a fist. Only one side of his face is visible, but you don’t need to make eye contact to see that he’s blushing almost crimson.

“...Yeah,” you agree awkwardly. You clear your throat. “Gods, if I had kids, I’d never send them anywhere near the Survey Corps.”

“I’ll get them for it. Later.” He finally glances at you, only for his gaze to drop back down to the ledger.

You nod, your heart panging in your ears. Mom and Dad. Oh gods. Oh fuck. He’s so fucking pretty when he blushes. What were you arguing about?

“You do that,” you say.

#levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #levi x reader #levi x oc #captain levi x reader #captain levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi.thoughts

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soapskneebrace · 4 months

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PROFESSOR GHOST PLS

ADFJLDJADFJAF

Okay it's definitely not a fleshed out idea, right? Me and @guyfieriii got to talking a while back about how it would all go down and I wrote...a little.

The premise has Ghost as a poetry professor but honestly I don't love that, so IF. IF I were to do it, I'd probably make him an anthropology or archaeology professor. Someone who regularly goes out into the field but generally stays in one place most of the time.

(Tangentially, Soap would be a marine chemist and Gaz would be maths of some sort. No I will not explain.)

The lecture hall falls near-silent when Professor Simon Riley walks in, and you can tell he notices it immediately.

In your fellow students’ defense, he does not exactly have the classical look of a college professor. He looks like he should be pulling blocks of wood apart with his bare hands, or maybe wrestling bears. Hell, you’d probably mistake him for a bear in bad lighting just by the size of him.

The lectern is comically tiny as he approaches it. You wonder if he could smash it with a well-aimed elbow jab.

“I’m Professor Riley,” he says, laying his notes down in front of him with paddle-size hands.

Good-looking hands, too. Your front-row seat has you close enough to see that. Long-fingered, veiny, angular in the knuckles.

“I’m not gonna waste my time going through the syllabus,” he continues. His voice is deep, brassy, Manc-accented and not bothering to hide it. “Considering you’re all grad students, if you need me to hold your hand through that you won’t make it far.”

You, of course, have read the seven-page document twice already.

“Now, I imagine you’re all wondering,” says Professor Riley, “why we are starting with Byron. Easy answer. I hate the cunt and rather would have him over with.”

You’re startled immediately into laughing, but you swiftly turn it into a cough when you realize the hall is dead silent.

That’s when Professor Riley looks at you.

You’re too surprised to avert your gaze. His expression is droll, but—there, at the corners of his mouth. A tugging, like a smile held back just in time. His gaze holds yours. You’re too far to tell the color, but you can see something almost like a spark in his eyes. Crow’s feet gather at their corners.

Oh. He knows how he looks. He knows everyone is scared shitless, and he’s enjoying it.

“You might also be wondering why we’re spending two weeks on Dickinson,” he says. He has not dropped your gaze. “And if you’re wondering that, then I do wonder why you’re in my classroom at all.”

You finally have to look down, warmth spreading across your face. He really is—well, good-looking, after a fashion. When you look back up, he’s swept his gaze elsewhere, but then he glances at you again with amusement writ clear on his face.

He shifts his posture, slides one hand into the pocket of his slacks. He really is terribly broad, seams pulled tight across his shoulders, and all of it pure, hard muscle. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing the shifting muscles in his forearms, which are soft with a layer of hair the same auburn as the lazy styling of curls on his head.

He points a remote at the overhead projector, and then turns to look at the screen, directing the enormous breadth of his back to the class, but more importantly, to you.

If he’d chosen a black ensemble for the color’s slimming effect, it was not working for him. He could sling you over his shoulder no problem.

#answered #wip roundup

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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daredevil | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> spin the bottle truth or dare was a harmless idea for passing time inside of the hellfire club. but who knew it became much more than a game with eddie munson, hm?

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> smut… again (oral sex; both! receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, handjobs & doggystyle.)

WC -> 5,042

a/n: damn. words cannot express how dirty my mind is. tHIS IS ALL ON U EDDIE MUNSON/JOSEPH 😔 also, one more wip to be done. <3

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“aha! dare!”

you exclaimed angrily, seeing the bottle neck pointed towards you. “oh, fuck you!”

eddie gave you the finger as you sighed. the lights inside of the club were warm, your cheeks felt hot from countless tiring dares eddie had put upon you. tonight was another hellfire night, well the last night before eddie’s reigning campaign comes to an end. you two were quite early, the championship just started and there was still no sign of the other hellfire members. which led to the two of you finding a hidden beer bottle laying around and decided spin the bottle truth or dare would be fun. which totally wasn’t right now. eddie had protested that the two of you should switch the usual dynamic of spin the bottle into whoever lands on it, the other opposing player has to make the decision whether truth or dare and ask the question as well. and whoever has the most truth or dares is the loser. which was a whole fuckery.

“i dare youuuu…—“ eddie laughed, exaggerating, tapping the floor with a drumroll with his hands as you sat still with a look of pure hatred on your face. being friends with him is really fun and all but he can be the most annoying prick to ever walk on this earth whenever he feels like it. hence, why you liked him. and it fucked up your head a bit when you just realized one day, just staring at his large hands, fingers fiddling with the big rings, the veins on his underarm showing and the forearm tattoo spitting directly in front of you that wow, you had something for munson. it wasn’t the first time he made your thighs rub against each other, he was a little touchy for a loud mouthed metalhead of a friend. and a awkward one. but the hand placements on your lower back, guiding you, protecting you whenever you two were in the hideout or just really hanging out in the mall. all protective and irresistible. which was infuriating how he managed to mindlessly made you into a whole wreck every night alone in your bed. just him in your mind. him and his god-awful stupid voice and stupid face. fantasizing him teasing that he should fuck the shit out of you—

“i dare you, oh great y/n the wise, to lend me thy math homework that’s due tomorrow. right now.” motherfucker. you could not believe him, you rolled your eyes, reaching for your bag on the table. not minding your hellfire shirt was riding up as you sat back down with a thud. you huffed, getting the paper with the solutions and waved it in front of him.

“struck sweet gold again!” he grabbed the paper immediately and kissed it with much happiness. knowing he didn’t do shit for math. “with your fate right now, i can’t imagine your rolls later when we play with the others.” he teased, tucking the golden paper in his pocket.

“don’t jinx it, dipshit.” you huffed as you spun the glass bottle again. “come on.” you muttered, the suspense arising seeing as the bottle spin rapidly between the two of you sitting on the floor. eddie licked his lips with a smirk as the bottle slowed down from it’s gyration. come on. you prayed to whoever gods that would restore your fate. sweat beaded your forehead, the bottle achingly teasing the two of you until…

“AHA— fuck you!” you pointed to eddie, clapping your hands as you laughed seeing the bottle land directly towards his direction. eddie groaned loudly, sighing but still let out a chuckle seeing you so filled with glee at him losing. rather, he felt winning because of it.

“alright, alright. you got me.” eddie raised his hands, admitting defeat. “what is your verdict, oh! great y/n the wise?” he winked, crossing his arms. obliviously staring down at you as you mindlessly shifted your position so your thighs could rub against each other, uncomfortable it was. feeling the ache between your legs slowly agitate you in every way. you were thinking too much, so much of such intrusive thoughts you thought never could had have. eddie, you noted, had a tendency of well— actually being attractive sometimes— actually all the time. but you ignored your dirty little head, focusing now on the game.

“truth.” you declared, eddie’s eyes furrowed in confusion. truth? “you never got to tell me who you had a deal with a while ago. so who did you sold drugs to today?” eddie gulped, well he wasn’t too sure if he could exploit his customer but oh well, it was a harmless question.

“you’re playing soft here, sweetheart.” eddie noted, your cheeks grazed with glow at his usual nickname of choice. “but ok. chrissy. chrissy cunningham.” he confessed with a shrug.

your mouth went slack. “chrissy fucking cunningham? queen of hawkins high, a very sweet girl and actually a very friendly friend is who you sold drugs to?” you asked in disbelief, not imagining chrissy to be dealing with eddie.

“not yet! well i don’t fucking know, she said she needed something and asked for something stronger so i have to meet her later and get the goods at home.”

“oh my god, eddie.” you laughed, still not buying it even though he looked genuine. “well, what would jason think?” you joked, eddie rolled his eyes at the name. ignoring your constant teases, he spun the bottle again hoping he could get vengeance.

“that is unfair!” you spat, seeing the bottle pointed towards you again. you swore it looked menacing but eddie had won, your shrivel of fate gone.

“fate is fate, y/n. alright, truth!” he rubbed his hands together, in full eagerness. you gulped suddenly, a little tense for a first truth question he was going to ask.

“i thought you’d said we’re playing hard, dungeon master?” you eyed him suspiciously. you cannot even think what he was going to ask you.

“we are, sweetheart. stop distracting me i’m thinking!” he shushed before humming and tapping his chin with his finger, enticing you to be riled up. and you were riling up at his annoying suspense.

“whoooo…— makes you horny?”

“that is a low blow.” you shook your head, chuckling in disbelief at his question. “it’s tom cru—“

“nu-uh, who makes you horny in hawkins high! you didn’t let me finish. no former students or teachers. who makes you horny?” he punctuated his last words with a grin.

“i gotta know, you haven’t told me shit who’d been creaming your pants like last year.” he laughed, leaning back a bit, looking at you up and down. you huffed, suddenly conscious of his gaze. you bit your lip, looking away, trying to think of anyone who looked fuckable in your age. it was hard, well no one everyone made you more hornier than the clueless man in-front of you. well, one was steve last year. maybe other people and such but you could not think of anyone else.

“i— i don’t. no one.” you awkwardly gestured, eddie didn’t buy it but you weren’t going to spill it out.

“that’s not a truth. come on, it’s just me.” eddie assured, smiling as you fiddled with the bottle, sighing. “is it someone i know?” he asked.

you snorted, the irony. “yes. very well actually.” you hinted. eddie hummed, a strum of jealousy in his veins.

“gareth?”

“no.”

“jeff!”

“no.”

“jason carver.”

“you fucking wished. ew.” you grimaced as he nodded.

“chrissy.”

“no.”

“andy?”

“no!” you rolled your eyes at his bombarding name dropping. “let’s leave it like that. spin the bottle now.” you urged, wanting to continue the game. eddie, on the other hand, did not want to leave it. he was stubborn, like all the time. he stood up from his place and scooted over to yours. you watch him as he sat next to you, arms brushing like he always do. he watched you curiously first before throwing his questions at you.

“if it’s someone i know. how well do i know them?” he eyed you with suspicion, determination in his face.

“like i said, very well.” you said plainly, liking the way he was close to you.

“is it someone from class?”

“yeah.” you nodded, a smile forming seeing his face furrowed. each and every question he asked you lead to nothing in his stubborn mind. it was entertaining seeing him so revved up even before the main event starts. his arms were crossed again and he was leaning his weight comfortably on your body, head rested on your shoulder. too clingy. you noted, one of his habits. you could distinctly smell the cigarettes he smoke a while ago, making you wanting to kiss his cheeks for how stupid and mindless he is. haven’t the flirts, the constant shynesses, touches and all other things you did with him a clear sign already?

“just tell me.” he groaned out in frustration. “pretty please, sweetheart?”

you were about to give in but no, you couldn’t. “it’s right before your eyes, great dungeon master.” you whispered, smirk lacing your lips as he felt himself shiver at your voice. “see it clearly.”

well, he wasn’t seeing it clearly. still thinking of sorts and it was cute how he looked. “why are you so curious? are you jealous, munson?” you teased.

“maybe.” he sat up straight, facing towards you. your heart almost leaping off your chest. “you got this habit where you space out whenever we’re talking and that only happened when you got a thing for somebody. like harrington. so, who is it? taking your damn attention from me?”

you tried to mask it, the giddiness inside of your stomach. he was one for jokes but you wanted him to see it clearly right now. “he’s right in front of your eyes, eddie. think deeper.” you flicked his forehead as he winced at the slight pain, rubbing it as he glared at you.

it took him a moment but something in his mind clicked once you were staring at him. expecting, waiting and eager were you. it was bit of a gamble but he was rather nervous about it. or rather why didn’t he think about it first. his voice dropped, bumping his arm to yours again, gently. “is it me?”

shit. you blinked, the space between the two of you closer than he intended. your hands felt damp, lips trying to form some kind of response but you kept it cool. “you’ve gotten too cocky, huh?”

“is it me?” he asked again, aware you were dodging his question. that boldness bursting inside him.

“well it’s…” you stuttered, contemplating whether to tell or not was making you a bad liar now. his stare was scorching your every soul, he was good at this. observing people and he obviously got the memo. gotcha.

“truth or dare.” eddie asked, glancing from your eyes to your lips and back. you looked cute when you squirmed.

“pardon?” you were confused. was the game still on or… you refused to hold in eye contact as you shrugged your answer. “truth?”

“how long?”

your brows furrowed. “aren’t i supposed to ask the question—“

“no, we’re going back to normal.” eddie proclaimed, a hand greedily hovering above your thighs. “so, how long, sweetheart?”

your breath hitched as you glanced down at his hand and back to his face. oh, he knew. with the smug look plastered all over his stupid face, he was teasing you now. you heaved, cheeks still feeling warm, conceding in a soft whisper only his ears could hear it. “too long.”

“that’s a shame.” he uttered, his usual sunny voice gone replaced with soothing darkness he had in his tone. his hand hovering above your thigh was now squeezing you gently. the look on his face was baffling you seeing as if he was deliberating this new found piece of information. you sat still, fingertips cold, waiting to see if he was going to be awkward or joking about this. he gazed down on your sweet lips, intent on something as he looked back up again, making sure you were okay. “can i?”

you were flustered, cheeks feeling warm as he started leaning in so slowly. only glancing his eyes down to your lips and back up to you again. this new side of him was enticing, both of your hearts were beating loudly and hot flashes flowed through your veins. mingling breaths until it finally snapped. “yes.”

the atmosphere inside the room changed as your hands gripped his shoulders and his hands gripped your hips to keep you steady. his lips were hot on yours, messy, eager and so much fervor of how greedy he was. your hands on his shoulder traveled to his jaw, cupping his face as you could not process what was happening. you were making out with your closest friend, inside of a public club room, who you practically deemed months ago just a friend. but here you are. enjoying how he pressed himself against you, shivers down his spine at how he was towering over your frame. he wanted you as much as you wanted him, and he wanted to show it. show how your mindless friendly touching, your sweet words for him, the way you invited him over at your house, feeling so comfortable that you could change in front of him was killing him. how he tortured to hold himself back, knowing you could never like a guy like him. but he still dreamt of it, and he couldn’t hold himself back now as you were wriggling in his hold, drunk on his mouth, on his tongue. eager for him to do much more.

“i-is this okay?” he asked, breathlessly. kissing your chin down to your neck, softly as ever. your fingers tangled into his curly locks of wonder, slowly lying down onto your back. the coldness of the floor making it exciting as eddie nudge your knees open, the brushing of his jean-cladded crotch made you hold in a breath.

“w-what about the others?” you meekly asked, the thrill and fear of someone barging in on the two of you. eddie smiled at your concern, his hand lifting the hem of your shirt, hand caressing your stomach and upwards. his rings dug onto your skin as he glanced to the door.

“it’s locked, sweetheart.” he leaned his mouth towards your ear, his nervousness gone. “it’s just you and me. so, is this okay? use your words, baby.” your shirt was now ridden up, scrunched up at the bottom of your breasts, ready to be revealed. eddie was tempted to rip the whole thing off but that shirt cost him for printing so he couldn’t. plus the logo was too cool for to be shriveled, even if it’d looked good ruined on you, he thinks, licking his lips mindlessly. cock already stirring at the thought of you bare underneath him. oh, how dirty he is.

you weren’t sure, you didn’t want dustin and the others getting a scare but… fuck it. “please, eddie.” you fluttered your eyelashes, his shadow shading the colorful stage lights, only his face filled with desire right in front of you as you finally whispered the consenting plea. “please, do something.”

“as you wish, my sweetheart.” he answered. your shirt was scrunched up to your neck, your pants were thrown off somewhere. leaving you barely clothed but still in your underwear. eddie took the time to place kisses on your collarbone, kissing downwards to your bra. he teasingly cupped both of your ladies as he massaged them. you rutted against his hip, feeling the bulge brushing against your core. the urgency for friction embedded in you, feeling the dampness he was causing between your legs. your breasts were free from their confines as your bra was roughly pulled downwards, the straps clinging off your shoulders. the gush of his hot breath had you breathing hard as you watch him in awe.

“fuck.” he whispered, catching one nipple into his mouth. sucking it, licking it as he kneaded the neglected one. he smirked, feeling you squirm again, hips bucking against his as he pressed down to tease you. he felt your hands tangle onto his hair again, the surge of desire erupted in him as another burst of blood flooded his cock. how he wanted to please you, ruin you and dominate you every way. he wasn’t the loud mouthed awkward of a friend now, he wanted you to see the very desire you rooted in him. how you completely wrecked him into this beast, so eager to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.

eyes hazy with lust, sweat beaded your forehead as he let your nipple out of his mouth with a wet pop. kneading them again as he went further down, kissing the valley of your breasts downwards your stomach until he came face to face with your soaked panties. your thighs were a bit squeezed together, rather tense seeing him admire you. he sat back, getting comfortable as he gently nudge your thighs open. you eagerly abide his silent request as eddie let out a handful of sweet curses. he leaned down, kissing the inner flesh of your thigh as his fingers trailed up to pull the obstacle of a cloth away. you wriggled your hips, helping him as he tossed them back his shoulder without care.

“look at that.” eddie breathed out, his brown orbs clouded with appetence seeing your glistening cunt before him. beguiling him to ravish you. “ain’t that such a pretty pussy for me, baby? all wet, huh?”

“mhm.” you hummed, lifting your hips up for him to get on with it. eddie chuckled at the eagerness as he finally dove in, no time for teasing as he experimentally licked a strip on your seam. fucking hell. he groaned, his lips already coated with your juices, your flavor bursting on his tongue as he licked his lower lip. one hand gripping your thigh to keep you steady, he started flicking his tongue against your swollen clit, sucking it as you mewled before him. you gripped his hair, trying to keep yourself quiet knowing the walls were paper thin. he was good, you never expected him to be this good at eating you out. you grind yourself on his face, his nose nudging on your skin, you softly caressed the bangs on his forehead, silently telling him he was doing good as you let out another gasp of enjoyment.

eddie’s throaty hum sent shockwaves to your core. the soft gentle caresses on his forehead made him pussy-drunk knowing how you were enjoying this. if it weren’t for porn existing, would he fumble his actions now? still, the slight shakiness in his body meant that he was still a bit unsure whether what he was doing was ok. but, you were practically shivering on his tongue, a clear sign that he was doing good. one hand moving inward, his fingers teased your entrance as he lovingly sucked your clit, you jumped a bit at the intrusion as he slowly pumped his index finger in. you threw your arm above your eyes, the other one covering your mouth to lower your noises as he added a second finger in. fingerfucking you as the knot in your stomach started forming. eddie was perplexed feeling your walls clamp around his long digits, hugging them so tightly that his cock stirred, screaming to be inside you, had you felt this warm and good. he curled his fingers, pumping a bit faster making you lift your hips up as he smirked on your clit.

“do not cum.” eddie warned, lips off your clit, your walls tightening. his large rings practically inside of you how deep he is. you could not respond, the sudden loss of his hot mouth made you whimper as he thrusted his fingers in and out, slowly, teasing you into madness. his voice turned dark as he pulled his fingers out, stopping at the tip, not completely removed. “i said don’t cum, eh?”

“y-yes.” you cried out, wanting him back in. no questions thrown, just begging him back.

he wasn’t convinced but he was satisfied seeing you pathetically write in his mercy. “yes what?”

you groaned, the sudden urge to smack his face beyond the pleasure he was giving. asshole. you lifted your head up, meeting his awaiting eyes as you breathlessly nodded. “yes, eddie.”

jackass. you bit your lip, holding your tongue back to call him that. you yelped, his fingers thrusting in you in such vigor, hitting that spot that your eyes saw stars. your mewls sent him into a frenzy, he loved this, the sound of your pussy juices slapping against his fingers. the knot on your stomach started to erupt, you bit the palm of your hand, the other one trying to hold something. you can almost feel it, your walls clamping until he suddenly push them out, a wet pop heard and the euphoria gone. you sobbed, the sudden lost of his fingers making your eyes water. the fucker was edging you, and he looked so amused seeing you cry for pleasure he just denied. so cute.

“so greedy, y/n.” he licks his fingers clean, tongue sticking out, savoring every sweet nectar you gave him. removing your arm off your eyes, you felt him stood up. you weakly tried to sat up, hips mildly stuttering as you stared up at him. he was fumbling with his belt, the chain accessory creating the slight noise. you were still cloudy, wanting something inside you at his neglect. you hastily removed your bra, the wire digging into your skin as your hellfire shirt still remained, the only article of clothing on you. eddie glanced down, suddenly smirking. “truth or dare?”

oh, it was on. your competitiveness suddenly surged at his question as you answered him. “dare.”

his zipper rattled, you sat on your knees, eyes staring at his crotch as he shoved his pants down. mouth watering seeing the huge bulge on his boxers as your pupils dilated wide. wow. he felt himself getting harder seeing you on your knees for him as he spilled out his dare. “suck.”

you wasted no second to rip off his jeans, a little clumsy the two of you were as you almost tripped him. you let out a tired laugh as he glared down on you, patting your cheek lovingly, watching your fingers pinch the hem of his boxers. your throat felt dry, your heart was beating too loudly as you unveiled him. holy shit—

“surprise.” eddie managed to be amused, your gaze oh so blown out. he felt rather bashful as you were just ogling on his cock, your breath fanning the angry red tip making him groan out in impatience. “no teasing.” he gripped your chin as you nodded.

too huge. you noted, grabbing him fully as he dithered at your touch. you pumped him, slow and steady. still unsure what to do with his huge cock. a bead of precum appeared on the tip, your curiosity exceeded you as you licked it. eddie let out a curse, you grinned, licking his swollen bulb tip, swirling your tongue around until it got wetter. he moaned loudly, music to your ears as you continued your actions until you felt confident enough to slowly ease him in your mouth. eddie was entirely under your drunken spell, his mind felt foggy seeing you swallowing him whole. cheeks hollowing out as your warm cavern welcomed him, tongue swirling like a pro. he cupped your cheeks, thumb caressing your glowing skin as you looked up to him, with doe eyes and a mouth full of his cock. he felt himself ascend into heaven with that innocent look of yours. oh, dear gods.

“such a good slut. so greedy, so eager to be fucked.” eddie uttered, his hips pumping slightly as you bobbed your head, his tip hitting the back of your throat, the taste of him ripe on your tongue. “my little daredevil.”

your thighs clenched at the new found nickname. you swallowed him more, hands gripping his thighs as you let him fuck your face. eddie felt himself cumming, he couldn’t, not without you cumming on his cock first of all. he grabbed your head, pulling his cock out as you whined, a string of saliva on your lips as he wiped the mess with his thumb. you gazed up, waiting for something. anything. “on your hands and knees. ass up.” he ordered before quickly fumbling his jeans on the floor, trying to find something.

you obeyed, shaky hands propping you up, knees parted as cold air hit your sticky cunt. lips still salty from his juice. you shivered, turning your head back to the slow man, a face of defeat written on his face that made you worried. “something wrong, eddie?”

“yeah. i don’t have a condom, sweetheart. fuck.” he sighed, tossing his jeans back to the ground. frustrated he is, he wanted to fuck you for christ’s sake.

“it’s ok. i’m safe, i’m on the pill.” you assured, wiggling your ass for him to come to you. eddie licked his lips, raptured by your bottom. still, he was worried.

“are you sure?” he asked, wanting you to he comfortable as ever. “we can totally stop. i’m cool if you don’t want to and all.” he added.

you smiled, still clear with your decision. “i’m sure. please just fuck me now.” you demanded, pouting. he laughed, nodding as he gripped your ass, kneading it with his hips pressed roughly to your rump. you moaned out, rubbing yourself on his hard cock. you lowered yourself, back arching, elbows planted firmly on the tiled floor as eddie aligned himself to your glistening pussy. he found sweet gold again as he eased himself in. you whimpered, the tip of his cock forcing in you as you clenched him out of habit. eddie titled his head back, hair dangling, baby hair sticking to his forehead as his brown pupils were blown out with lust. he gripped your ass harshly, bottoming himself out as you let out cries of his name. so sweet in his ears, like an angel choir. he swore he thought he was dead right now.

he groaned loudly, free as ever. “oh shit. better than fucking por—“

“shut up.” you cut him off before could utter anything else to kill the mood. he responded with a hard thrust as your nipples grazed upon the cold floor, your back arching as you tilt your head back. eddie gripped the back of your head, leaning down so his chest could brush against your back. you mewled at his roughness, cock sinking in deeper as he slowly pumped himself in and out. you gasped as he slanted your mouth to his, kissing you ‘til you can’t breath. his tongue licking, tangling with yours, tasting yourself as you whimpered against his plump lips. he started a pace, rough and demanding, trying to make you feel every inch of his cock in your pussy. his hand leveraged himself in front of yours, he pounded, with no intention of stopping as you gripped his arm.

“so good, eddie. more please. more.” you panted as he moaned out your name. the locks of his hair brushing against your cheek as he panted against your ear, kissing, nipping, telling you so much dirty words and promises he would do to make up for the lost time. the harsh grip on your ass deliberately trailed down to your stomach as eddie toyed with your clit. he thrusted, faster this time. rubbing tight circles on the swollen flesh as you sobbed against him, too tired at his fucking to hold yourself up. it felt so good, his skin brushing against yours, the sound of obscene skin slapping and his breathy curses and chaste kisses on your shoulder blade. everything felt right, the way his cock nudge that glorious spot as you keened at it. eddie pounded, knowing that spot well now as he grind himself again and again. his balls stirring, wanting anything to cum inside you as you clenched around him tightly.

“pussy so good. you’re mine, only mine. fuck, sweetheart.” he whimpered, feeling himself swell to completion. “can i cum in? can i fill you up? you dripping with my cum, please.” you shouted a yes in desperation, ready to feel euphoria coming in. eddie groaned loudly, fingers circling your clit tight, your nails digging to his strong arm as he flexed his hips, pushing his cock in deep until white hot flashes of light exploded. you sobbed loudly, your juices gushing out onto his cock, coating him entirely. he shuddered, his cum coating your gummy tight walls, his spend so thick and sticky inside of you, a new found sensation you loved. you shuddered, hips stuttering. enjoying the high, glad that eddie had stilled himself to enjoy the ride of an orgasm as well. it was a sight to be seen, the two of you almost naked except for your hellfire shirts, tangled together on the floor with nothing else than the each of you in your minds.

you hummed, contented. his cock was still buried inside of you, uncomfortable and snugged it felt but it was amazing. who knew the dumbass could fuck you so hard just by truth or dare. trying to wiggle yourself out of his hold, you were stopped harshly by the hand on your hip. you looked up to the side seeing eddie still in daze, sweat beading his forehead and his look clouded with darkness. oh shit. you thought, what have you done?

“we’re not done.” eddie breathed out, kissing your lips softly. he nudge your chin to the door, a smirk lacing his lips as he grind himself again into your cunt. you gasped, the overstimulation getting to you. he peppered kisses along your jaw down to the side of your neck as he whispered so lovingly yet menacingly. his little daredevil the one who caused to awaken the beast inside of him. all you.

“until they knock.”

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TSC WIP snippets pt. 2

pt. 1

as promised, here's pt. 2 of some more snippets from my wips—this time, from dear christopher and timeless!!! what i failed to mention in my last post is that yes, while i'm still writing, those chances to do so are few and far between bc work has seriously been kicking me in the arse :)

this is another long post, so all the goods hopefully are under the cut! hope you enjoy and please know that i appreciate your patience so much ♡

dear christopher

ch2:

‘Be quiet, the pair of you,’ Thomas hisses weakly. ‘You’re ridiculous—’ ‘But to be fair, Jamie, they need to be engaged first,’ Matthew tells his parabatai conversationally, as if he hasn’t just interrupted Thomas. ‘In which I fear Alastair will be the one to propose first lest our darling Thomas stammers himself into oblivion and hides behind a lady’s brise fan to save face!’ ‘That’s oddly specific, Math… and yet I can see it happening just as you describe,’ James muses while rubbing at his chin. ‘Alastair is sensible enough and good at keeping a neutral expression—and he’ll be able to keep calm should Thomas start crying in pure joy.’ ‘You’re awful!’ Thomas exclaims. He’s now utterly certain his face no longer resembles an apple, but rather a beetroot. ‘Both of you—absolutely awful!’ Undeterred by the insults, Matthew gazes seriously at Thomas.‘I’ll be honest with you, Tom,’ he says. ‘It still baffles me how the whole situation between you two occurred, but… oh, you silly sod, I’m happy for you.’ Thomas smiles shyly. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Even Alastair?’ James pipes up. Matthew scowls, though there is no heat behind it. ‘Yes, yes, even Carstairs,’ he moans, ‘the little bastard.’ ‘Hang on, easy,’ James says, ‘that’s Thomas’s future husband you’re slandering.’ ‘James!’ Thomas protests. ‘Stop it!’ ‘I shan’t, because the thought alone makes you happy, doesn’t it? And besides,’ James adds in a murmur, ‘we could all do with some happiness.’

ch3:

‘Whoever decides to be the owner of your heart, Thomas,’ Eugenia whispers, her tone serious, ‘I hope they’ll make you the happiest man alive.’ ‘A wish I also hold for you,’ Thomas tells her earnestly, ‘and not of the likes as those of Augustus bloody Pounceby. You deserve better.’ ‘Augustus was a moment of weakness. I know better than to seek out rats like him,’ Eugenia says heatedly, and then sighs. ‘I never thought he’d do such a thing—but then, I suppose, I have been wrong before. I should have seen it coming, really.’ ‘None of that was your fault, Genia. Don’t ever think that. He’s a smarmy little so-and-so with an ego, and if he ever comes within five feet of you, I’ll do what James did and throw him into the Thames.’ Despite the serious mood, Eugenia cackles heartily. ‘I don’t doubt that in the slightest, Tom.’ She sniffs loudly and adds with utmost seriousness, ‘But you needn’t worry, for I will not step out with another man for as long as I shall live. I’ll cater to my many cats once I acquire them, and will bother you and your beau until we’re all old and grey.’ ... ‘Tell me, mijo,’ Gideon starts. ‘How are you?’ Thomas cannot help the soft snort that leaves him. ‘Dear Papa, I hope this is not an attempt at small talk,’ he says cheekily. ‘You do know how I cannot partake in it, nor can you.’ Gideon laughs and shakes his head. ‘Not as such. I would say it’s more of an initiation into a deeper topic of conversation.’

ch4:

‘Thomas,’ she gasps. ‘Bach, I need Gabriel. I need—please—’ He doesn’t hesitate, getting to his feet in a rather ungainly fashion, and launches himself at the door frame. He yells for his uncle, propriety be damned, and doesn’t stop until he hears hurrying footsteps coming up the stairs. Gabriel flies into the room not even a minute later, his hair a mess and his eyes round in concern. His gaze glides to Thomas, alight with confusion, and Thomas merely glances over at Cecily by way of an explanation. It seems to be enough for he hears his uncle suck in a sharp breath and the softest rendition of his wife’s name passes his lips. At the sound, Cecily turns her head, and chokes back a sob when she sees her husband. She holds her arms out to him beseechingly, begging to be held, and her cheeks are streaked with fast-falling tears. ‘Gabriel… cariad—’ The rest of the sentence is pure Welsh, too fast and broken and indistinct for Thomas to understand a single phrase.

ch5:

‘Has anyone told you that you are perhaps a little too kind?’ ‘Only every third day,’ Thomas jests dryly, and Grace’s lips curve upwards a touch at that. His voice turns serious then, quiet, contemplative. ‘Look, I’m not here to fight, and I don’t want to fight. I’m not here to forgive you, either. That’s not my place. But today we remember Christopher. We… we tell him goodbye, and we do that together.’ There’s a moment’s pause in which they simply look at each other. Wind blows between them, ruffling the edges of Thomas’s coat and the hem of Grace’s dress. Smoke continues to curl from the stubby remains of the pyre, wispy and faint, like the aftermath of one of Christopher’s former explosions. ‘Together…’ Grace echoes softly. A single tear rolls down her cheek. She makes no move to wipe it away, much to Thomas’s surprise. After a second, Grace draws in a shuddering breath and lets it out slowly. ‘Thank you for the invitation,’ she says politely—a picture-perfect image of a well brought-up young lady; a very small piece of Thomas pangs in sympathy at that thought. ‘I accept it… for Christopher.’ Thomas nods. ‘For Christopher,’ he agrees.

timeless

ch2:

‘He’s… attractive, sure,’ she finishes lamely, ‘but to be fair, I don’t even know him!’ Alastair tacks on immediately. ‘Just attractive?’ Hating the evil edge to his smirk, Cordelia scowls. Prick! She sniffs. Two can play at that game. ‘What do you want me to say?’ Raising her voice to a higher, mocking pitch, she cries, ‘“Oh my god, he’s sooo hot, I wanna throw him against the wall and have my way with him”?’ Alastair’s face twists in displeasure. ‘Ew, no.’ ‘Then what?’ ‘All I’m saying is people have gone straight to Base Two without exchanging names,’ he declares matter-of-factly. ‘So you not even knowing him is a rather redundant argument you’re making for your defence.’ Cordelia gawks at him. ‘What, are you saying you and Charles…?’ ‘Absolutely not,’ Alastair rebuts. ‘I learnt his name first. I’m just saying that it happens. Therefore…’ He waves his hand in a way that says, rather bluntly, my previous statement still applies. … ‘He’s so funny,’ Cordelia says through a chuckle. ‘He was funny when I met him in person, too.’ ‘He can be, yeah,’ Lucie agrees with a good roll of her eyes. ‘But good god, he can be a moody, surly bastard sometimes. I’m telling you, Daisy, you’re lucky you’ve met him now. You did not want to know him two years ago.’ Cordelia’s expression turns startled. ‘Oh? Why do you say that?’ Lucie opens her mouth to answer but then quickly closes it. It’s not exactly her story to tell, let alone to someone James has only properly met once. But it’s not as though it’s a state secret… Everyone knows what happened and who James had been on the wrong side of sixteen… but even so… ‘You don’t have to tell me why,’ Cordelia says, drawing Lucie out of her own head. Clearly the conflict is bright as day on Lucie’s face. ‘No, it’s alright.’ Chewing on her bottom lip for a second, Lucie sighs and reveals in a low voice, ‘I won’t go into too much detail, but James had his heart broken really badly in high school. After that, he had a nasty streak. He went wild, and none of us knew what to do. It got so bad even Matthew threatened to stop being friends with him if he didn’t get his shit together, and they’ve been friends since we were all kids.’ ‘Oh, my god?’ ‘Hm… though to be fair, Matthew wasn’t much better. He kept getting into trouble with the teachers because of this and that. But in a way, I’m grateful to them both.’ She reaches across the table and grips Cordelia’s hand tightly. ‘Because if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have had the need to bury my nose in my books or the internet to take a mental break, and I certainly would not have gotten the chance to meet you.’ … Matthew purses his lips at the less than courteous message, thinking of all the possible responses he can send to preserve his honour so James doesn’t have to, as he has done many times before. But they all fly out of his head when both of Mina’s hands land on his calf with a loud smack. She smiles gummily up at him, and his heart melts at the sight. ‘Does Mina wanna go on an adventure?’ he asks her, already picking her up and pressing her close to his chest. His phone lays forgotten on the floor. ‘But how shall we get there? Hmm… Oh! I know. Are you ready?’ Mina blinks and then raucous, contagious giggles escape her as Matthew—holding her by her middle with both hands—directs her through the air as if she’s an aeroplane while making engine noises. Somewhere behind him, James laughs wholeheartedly and cries, ‘Up and away we go!’ The three of them fly through the Herondale-Carstairs household, James and Matthew providing commentary on all the fascinating sights to Pilot Mina, and Mina’s giggles become louder and louder. Mediocre dates, be damned.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Unnamed GN! MC × Mammon

Fake Fic Title Meme - In which I got sent titles and wrote an extremely detailed summary of the fic I would have written for said title:

Leave a comment?🥺 because they mean the world to me and feed a starving soul🐸

So the last anime episode of S2? Where they're all playing baseball Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon & Luke against Satan, Belphie, Beel, Levi, Asmo & Mammon? Satan was the only one playing seriously from his team with the others all doing there own thing, Mammon actually played well but only when Satan promised to pay him for each time he actively engaged in the game

You know how canonically Mammon is really good at math and able to solve math problems in his head while MC sucks ass at even basic math? & how he's good at making mechanical things/machines to the point that he finds the whole process of it fun meaning he's gotta know & be good at physics too?

ANYWAY;

MC's the water boy, they get to listen to how happy and content Lucifer is about how the day is going and how everyone is enjoying a good, normal family day and nothing catastrophic is happening for once and isn't it terrible that humans coined the phrase "Thank you God" to be used during this kind of miraculous situation but his actual dad is God and they left on bad terms when he rebelled and got kicked out of the house and actually looking back on it yeah he has a fuck ton of Daddy issues what can you expect it's pretty damning after all that his worst fear is his father and all of this is to say he doesn't know who to arbitrarily thank for this day but by Go- oh see here's another one why is his life so hard and then they turn around and listen to Satan maniacally monologue about destroying Lucifer via baseball of all things. So anyway, it's a normal day.

Satan and Mammon are the only ones on their team who are actually playing, though they're still managing to get through just the two of them. Satan is pitching and Mammon catches anything that comes even somewhat towards him, he even goes out of his way to fill in for some of the others and then he immediately extorts Satan because most of Mammon's skill set is behind a paywall. But still it's impressive.

Since Satan's team doesn't really have the needed functioning players and it's just two people they end up taking a lot more breaks than would be normal.

During one of these breaks MC & Mammon are standing under the shade, he's drinking from a bottle of water when they finally ask;

"So how do you do it?"

"Huh??" bored or tired or both.

"How do you," they wave their hand about, "catch the ball every single time?"

He watches them with a tilted head and a cocked eyebrow before shrugging his shoulders and looking away again. "I'm fast."

"Yeah no. It looks like you know where the ball's going to be before Lucifer even hits it..."

He doesn't reply. He's studiously staring at a bird on a tree, tipping the bottle to his mouth, hand clenching around it so hard it crackles.

They look at the tree and the bird and then back at him, again and again as something dawns on their face - until it's transforming from bored curiosity to something of pure manic delight. "WHAT!? What is it!? Is it embarrassing!? It's embarrassing isn't it!"

"No! Shuddup! Fuck off! It ain't embarrassing you-"

"Then why don't you say! What's with that face Mammon!? C'mon tell me! I'm your best-"

They're leaning into him, poking at his cheek while he struggles to push them away, their voices overlap until their words are barely discernible.

They're still poking at his cheek and making their demands and he's choking out complaints and trying to bat them away, and they're both leaning so hard to the right they're in danger of over balancing when he finally croaks out;

"It's math!"

"What" they say as they take a step back, their entire body freezes and their face falls instantly into a blank expression.

"It's math and a little physics too, maybe," Mammon says to the tree again because he's not looking at them and his ears are turning red as he goes on to explain things like wind speed and gravity and different forces acting on the ball, the strength behind Lucifer's hit and the angle he hit it at, making it easy to calculate when and where the ball will land. And because when Mammon starts spilling his secrets he never can seem to stop, he goes on to talk about Satan's reaction time and running speed vs Lucifer's and how once Mammon has the ball he can keep negotiating with Satan to drive up the price Satan is willing to pay for it but how he knows the exact second to stop trying to raise the price because if he pushes for too long and they lose Satan won't be willing to actually pay and he'll lose his trust in Mammon's usefulness during the game. So he needs to calculate the time he has so that he can create a sense of urgency in Satan making him increase the price by leaps and bounds but also allows them to win.

After Mammon finishes he's still facing away and he waits and waits and waits but doesn't get any reply so he whips around ready to snap at them for pushing for an answer and then giving him the silent treatment but he pauses when he finally catches sight of them.

They're standing straight but still like this ->🧍facing him, eyes wide, pupils dilated, face striken and paled - ashen even - he isn't even sure if they're breathing.

"O-oi," he snaps, voice quavering, he rushes towards them and gives them a hard shake by their shoulders "IF I THOUGHT THAT'D FRY YA DUMB BRAIN I WOULDN'T 'VE SAID SHIT YA FUCKIN' IDIOT!" he's shaking them rapidly and they're flopping around like a fucking limp ass noodle and he's not 100% sure whether he's hallucinating the steam coming off their head or not and holy F U C K he killed his best friend, the love of his life, etc etc just 'cos he forgot they didn't have two braincells to rub together, specially when it came to numbers and fuck fuck fuck-

Cut to 15min later - they're sitting on the sidelines sheepishly listening to Lucifer who's looming over them and giving them a very stern yet concerned lecture about overheating and heatstroke and human bodies and how much hell he's going to give them when they return home and he gets them to scrub the whole house down with a toothbrush for managing to cut his life span down by centuries in just a few seconds.

Mammon is standing near them, forehead pressed to the wall, all but dead to the world as he drowns in horrified guilt even as Satan tries to convince him that no humans can't die from being too stupid to comprehend math, he's almost 70% - well maybe 60.....50% sure.. actually wait let him check this - it's not really bringing Mammon any comfort

They rub at the back of their neck and try to weakly apologise but Lucifer's lecture is drowning them out and as they do they catch Asmo staring intensely at them from a few feet away. Their hands drops off their neck as their arm flops down and a look of horror passes through their eyes when they make and hold direct eye contact with Asmo, whose own face is impassive yet still managing to convey something that can be categorised as "mockingly amused" that says plain & simple 'I know what you are'

Because of course being the personification of Lust he felt the exact moment, 15 minutes ago, when there'd being a sudden intense spike of lust just as all their blood instantly rushed south

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—𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆

( 🕰 ) ,, angst, not proofread

. ( ⏳ ) : Jouno found out [Y/N] was betraying him and the hunting dogs, after discovering, the reader decided to confess something.

"[Y/N].." He muttered audibly. He clenched his teeth while gripping the handle of his sword; his thumbs slowly positioning itself on the Tsuba— slightly unsheating the sword on its sheath.

You two were in a room— a lab to be specific. You both stood there, your hands placed on your back, while you plastered a joyful expression on your face; closed eye with a big smile.

The happiness emitting from you made Jouno's grip on his handle even harder— how could you stay so.. Cheeky at this kind of situation?

"What's the problem?" You oblivious asked with an excitement laced on your tone while tilting your head, you behaved so innocent, you acted confused like you knew nothing— albeit, you really knew what was wrong.

"The problem? Hah— don't make me laugh, [Y/N]. You are the problem." He bluntly uttered out which made you opened your eyes at his remark— slightly shocked at his accusation. Your head returned at its position, a confused face was now your expression.

"Me? Problem?" You purely asked. He removed the grip on his handle as his shoulders slowly falls out; he held his gaurd down. "Don't try to act so innocent [Y/N]." He stated a chuckle slipping from his lips.

You closed your eyes a smile making its way to your face again as you faced your back slowly walking to your desk. An ammused face was plastered on Jouno as he waited for a word to come out from your mouth.

"I didn't want it." You murmured, you knew he heard it "You can't keep a promise, neither." You perked at his voice— the smile from your face faded "Promises are meant to be broken, neither."

You walked to your desk, placing your palm on the painted wood as you bent your waist down "There's something I want to tell you." You uttered your voice lace with... Emptiness.

"And what's that?" He inquired with a please tone— a smirk on his face now, although, he can't help but be worried at the sudden change of your mood.

"I want to tell you something I've really wanted to let you know. " Your voice was completely nothing. No joyful aura emitted from you.

He knew something was wrong. He was used to your energetic voice but now it was nothing but, blankness. Your voice was laced with desolation.

He just hummed gesturing for you to continue whatever you wanted to say. He was curious too.

A tense atmosphere developed the room as he patiently waits for your words, you looked down at the table before proceeding "It hurts to be something." You uttered out, voice emotionless.

He tilted his head not really understanding you "But!—" your breath hitched before taking a moment to continue "It's worst to be nothing," You stopped, no light or joy could be seen around you, mentally or physically.

"With you." You ended, it took him by suprise as his head returned to its position, mouth slightly agape. He was shocked, your voice was completely voided, usually— you would be energetic even in the darkest time, but now, you were a completely different person.

He shook his head discarding your mental well being and rather focusing on the real problem, he was about to open his mouth when you precede him, he slammed his mouth shut letting you to continue "I've done the math."

Now he was even more confused, what math? He's sure that this job— or rather than being a betrayer doesn't consist a math problem, right? At this point, you— or he thinks that you're just making this up to feel sympathy.

"There's no solution." You uttered out, biting your cheeks trying not to spill the tears you were holding. He let out a sigh showing that he was somewhat irritated.

"We'll never last."

. [ 📜 ] I don't know what I did but stick to it plz, I don't have anything to post☹️☹️

#saigiku jōno #jouno saigiku #bsd #bsd jouno #bungo #bungo stray dogs #jouno x reader #jouno x you #hunting dogs bsd #light angst #angst

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goose-duck · 14 days

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✏️ Stress and Tests 📜 - 👁️ Mandela Catalogue fanfic 🌺

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💔Angst💔 to 💝comfort💝

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Jonah's sitting in math class, they have a test, Jonah hates tests. He's one of those people that is great at everything until he has to take a test then he loses everything, can't even remember 2+2.

Jonah's sitting there at his desk, staring at the paper, he hasn't even answered the first question and it's already been 10 minutes. He starts sweating, getting stressed. All he can think about is how stupid he is, how his mother will yell at him for getting a bad mark on his test, how he'll be sent to his room and not given dinner.

Jonah starts to breathe heavily, his vision blurring a little. He knows exactly what's happening, he's having a panic attack. He hates when this happens, he hates feeling so powerless over his emotions.

Jonah sits there, slowly breaking down more and more as tears finally begin to fall, making the test paper wet and smearing what little ink was on it.Jonah starts to get more upset seeing this, thinking about how pathetic he is for crying over something other people find so easy. Why was he so stupid? Why'd he have to freeze up? Why's he crying? These thoughts raced through Jonah's mind, putting more pressure on his already distressed mind.

Adam is sitting beside Jonah, Adam finds tests easy, having finished this one in record time, 20 minutes. Adam hears Jonah sniffling and looks over at him, seeing Jonah shaking and the tears on his paper he makes a weird face at the side of Jonah's head, not understanding why Jonah was crying.

Adam may not know how to express he cares or like to express it, but he is a bit worried seeing Jonah has only written his name and the date on the paper. Adam wonders why Jonah's got nothing done and why he's crying. As Adam's thinking he's making a face, it looks like he's glaring at Jonah, like he's annoyed with Jonah for crying, but he's not, he's just not sure what to make of this.

Jonah looks over at Adam, seeing that look on Adam's face Jonah assumes he pissed Adam off and starts whipping his tears, trying to make the crying stop. Adam sees this and realizes the face he's making, relaxing his face and giving Jonah a concerned look. Jonah doesn't see this look though, only telling himself off mentally for assumedly bothering Adam.

Adam raises his hand, calling the teacher over. Adam asks to go to the cafeteria and get something to eat since he's done with his test. The teacher gives him the okay and Adam leaves.

Seeing Adam leave so quickly after him seeing Jonah's tears solidifies for Jonah that he'd bothered Adam with his crying, making Jonah insult himself further.

Adam walks down to the cafeteria with the intent of getting something to make Jonah feel better. Adam isn't good with words and given they're in a test he wouldn't be able to use them even if he knew how, so instead he's using his actions. When Adam gets the the cafeteria he asks what they have available.

The lunch ladies give him the list, when Adam hears there's jelly filled cookies he buys two and quickly rushes back to class. Jonah loves jelly cookies, how could Adam not get him one? He of course bought himself one two, he's got a while until the class is over and snacking may make the time pass quicker.

Adam gets back to class and sets a cookie on Jonah's desk before sitting down in his desk and munching on his cookie, no longer paying attention to Jonah and just zoning out from pure boredom.

Jonah sees Adam set the cookie on his desk and stops crying for a second, shocked Adam wasn't upset with him but had in fact gotten him a cookie presumably to make him feel better, or maybe just to shut him up? Either way it's a cookie from Adam rather than an insult or an annoyed scowl so Jonah will happily take it.

Jonah eats the cookie, calming down enough to try again with his test, he's got 30 minutes left, maybe he can do it. Jonah looks over at Adam hoping for reassurance but Adam's just staring into space. Jonah sighs and smiles to himself, it's just like Adam to be staring into space when done his work, he can do literally anything else, like draw or listen to music, hell, he could even leave the class, yet every time he chooses to just sit and wait for Jonah.

Jonah begins his test, still not confident he can do it, but feeling better knowing his best friend will still be there when it's over.

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #jonah marshall #adam murray #angst to comfort #Mandela catalogue fanfiction #Mandela catalogue angst #Mandela catalogue comfort

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hold-him-down · 1 year

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♟️pleaseeeee!!!!!

♟ - Board games/arts and crafts inside

“You promised you wouldn’t lose on purpose,” Luke teases, smiling in spite of himself. Leo, he suspects, has pulled back. He came in strong, challenging the first three words that Luke tried, but somewhere along the line, it shifted. Luke watches him now, not exactly tense, but less relaxed.

“I’m not losing,” Leo eventually replies, taking him by surprise. Luke’s smile widens, but Leo’s eyes are on the board. He lays his tiles slowly, his brow tight with concentration.

Luke takes a sip of his tea, watching him carefully. Maybe tense was the wrong word. He’s focused. He’s… competitive. He’s smart. But Luke knows all of this already. He suspected it that first time they tried to play, what feels like years ago but really only a few months back, when Leo had lost by a wide margin, playing the worst possible words over and over and over. God, how different it felt now.

“That’s… that’s true,” Luke replies, after too long a silence. Leo’s eyes snap up.

“Sorry,” he says, before Luke can deflect. “I didn’t–” He takes a breath as he studies Luke’s face, carefully selecting his words. “You want this, right?” he eventually asks. “You want… this is okay, that I’m… winning? It’s alright?”

“This is okay, Leo. I won’t go down easy, though,” he teases. They both know he has, in fact, gone down easy. The score differential is… intense, at best. At worst, it’s astronomical. Still, Luke nods, discarding his cup to the side and selecting his letters. “Shext,” he says, placing his tiles.

He catches a glimpse of Leo’s expression and knows he’s in trouble.

“Shext,” Leo mouths, but doesn’t say it out loud. He’s holding back a smile, and Luke knows, for the fourth time, Leo wants to challenge it.

But it’s fucking iron-clad. Right? It’s a word.

Still, Leo has that look, and Luke can’t stop himself from saying, “It is a word.”

Leo is silent, his icy eyes unfocused as he considers it. He moves to grab the pencil, but Luke stops him. “Wait… say it,” he says.

Leo’s smile grows, as much as he tries to keep it at bay. “I don’t have anything to say,” he replies.

“You do. Come on,” Luke urges, “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me that you think my–” Luke does some shabby mental math and makes up a number “–72-point word is bullshit.”

Leo is silent for a minute, then two. The pencil rolls between his fingers, and his throat bobs as he swallows. When he speaks, his words are soft, but there’s bite behind them. “I think your… 72-point… word is bullshit.”

A noise of faux-indignation comes from Luke before his jaw drops in exaggerated outrage. “It’s a real word! You just don’t hang in the right circles.”

“What is a shext?” Leo asks, emphasizing the word. There’s some rare teasing there. “Define it.”

“It’s a thing! It’s like–” Luke gestures vaguely, and Leo nods, his smile unrelenting. He does know, Luke thinks.

“Use it in a sentence, maybe?”

“Listen–” Luke takes a breath, his fingers itching to pull back his tiles. Leo laughs, then, a sound that’s so rare, but so pure, that Luke can’t help but join him. In the end, Luke stumbles his way through an example, and Leo gives him the points.

It’s still a sweeping victory for Leo, but it doesn’t matter. Luke spends the rest of the game committing Leo’s laugh to his memory, determined to pull it from him more often.

#tada #comfort asks #idk what this is but its here and it's for y'all #happy turkey day eve :)#can i do another #let's not get ahead of ourselves

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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Title: Not About Angels

Genre: Idol! Taehyung, assistant! Reader, unrequited love!, Hanahaki Disease!, flashbacks, fluff, death and angst

Summary: She loved him. That was it for Y/N’s story. The moment she dropped her things and he came rushing to help her, she was smitten. Becoming an assistant to his stylist brought her closer to him and the others. Everything was pure joy for her until it wasn’t. When Taehyung started expressing feelings for another girl, the deadly flower petals started leaving her lips. It was rare to get Hanahaki, so why did she get it? Alone without him by her side was her story.

Warnings: Very sad :)

Authors note: Happy new years! To another year 💛

“Are these red roses for sale?”

The florist walked over towards L/N Y/N and took a look at the delicate plant. She looked at Y/N and smiled, “Yes they are. You came just in time. Today was the last day for the sale on them.”

Y/N glanced down at the roses and then at the florist with a smile, “Oh, that’s wonderful.” Y/N leaned down picking up the bouquet with a soft smile. She gripped the bag a little too hard because she felt a sharp pain on her finger. She moved the bag slightly and frowned when she saw the small drop of blood forming on her pointer. She let out a small laugh wiping her finger on her jeans as she shook her head at her clumsiness. The florist and she made their way to the front as the chatter from customers filled their ears. She hated flowers but she would be lying if she said they were ugly. How could something so beautiful cause so much pain but comfort at the same time?

Today, she was visiting her friend at work. She wanted to surprise her with flowers because it's been a while since she saw her. Park Rose was her best friend since college. The two bonded on their love of fashion and chocolate in math 22. They were close, sisters really. It’s been about a month since Y/N last saw her friend though. Rose got a new job as a stylist at a company, something Y/N was trying to do but with no luck.

She bowed at the florist and made her way out with a smile on her face. She was working as an office worker and even though it paid well, it wasn’t her dream. She walked down the street with a smile that slowly turned into a frown when she felt a drop of water on her forehead. She whispered some cuss words and ran under a random hospital. She shook her hair and let the drops of water hit the gray floor underneath her with force. She sighed to herself and closed her eyes with irritation. That was quickly wiped away when she heard a small “excuse me” next to her.

She opened her eyes looking to her side to see a man with a black mask in a black turtleneck and a suit. A businessman? Her eyes slowly moved their way to his chocolate brown eyes and she tilted her head when the only thing she saw was kindness. She looked up and realized that he was holding a clear umbrella toward her. She looked at the stranger with wide eyes and pointed to herself, “Fo-for me?”

He nodded his head and she gently took the umbrella out of his hand with their fingers gently touching each other. She ignored that (not wanting to embarrass herself) and bowed at him, “Thank you.” He bowed back and waved goodbye with his eyes closed (telling her that he was smiling at her). She waved back with a smile and watched him leave until he was out of sight. She tilted her head and glanced down at the handle with a small smile, “That was nice of him...”

She walked out from under the hospital but before that, she made her way down the street, she glanced at the spot where he was. She smiled to herself looking up at the clear umbrella and watching the drops race each other. She glanced at the spot a final time before turning her back to it. She headed towards the restaurant that Rose picked, which wasn’t far. With each step she took, she listened to the water hitting the sidewalk, cars, and other umbrellas to create an unorganized melody in her head. She hummed to herself until she opened the door to see the busy atmosphere within. She placed the umbrella in the front with her coat as she made her way to Rose.

Rose looked up from the grill and smiled at her, “Yah! Y/N you're late!”

Y/N bowed at her and pushed some hair behind her hair, “Sorry the rain got me.”

“Please don’t get sick. You’ve always been so prone to illness.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and picked up chopsticks, “Shut up, I’ll be fine. How's work?”

Rose wiped her mouth with a napkin and shrugged, “It’s been busy but it's good.”

“Where did you say you worked again?”

“Oh, I work at Hybe.”

Y/N swallowed the pork and looked at her with wide eyes, “You work at Hybe?”

“Yeah to be specific, I work at Bighit...I have a surprise for you.”

Y/N took a sip of her water and raised her eyebrow, “What? I won’t die from it right?”

“You're so dramatic, no. I got you a job interview at Bighit.”

Y/N’s mouth was wide open now as she looked at her friend with pure shock, “Ho-How did you do that?”

“I have my ways. It’s next week on Thursday at 6 but come early so you can meet me in the front.”

“Rose, I-I don’t know how I can thank you for this. I’ll buy you dinner next time.”

Rose shrugged her shoulders and placed more meat onto her plate, “Don’t or I’ll slap the shit out of you. I’m excited for you, I know this has been your dream forever.”

“Thank you, I hope I’ll get the job.” Y/N clapped her hands in excitement as she continued her conversation with Rose. All night she was thinking about the interview and how this could change her life for the better. She and Rose walked towards the front smiling at each other with stomachs full. Rose saw the clear umbrella and pointed to it with curiosity, “You don’t own a clear umbrella. Did you pick one up at the store?”

Y/N shook her head and glanced down at the handle with a smile, “No, someone came and saved me from this rain. He was really nice.”

“Oh, he? Was he cute?”

“I’m not sure but I do know he has beautiful eyes.”

Rose put her arm through her coat and smirked at her friend, “So, he was cute?”

“He had a mask on but I think he was.”

“Next time try to make a move, it would make me happy to see you with someone for once.”

“Rose, shut up.”

The two walked out and headed toward the shopping area to look around. She stopped when she saw a group of people dancing to a kpop song. She tilted her head at the song and looked at Rose with a raised eyebrow, “This song sounds familiar...”

Rose let out a laugh and wrapped her arm over Y/N’s shoulders, “That's Fake Love by Bts, you know that boy group I work with.”

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot...I like the song...”

Rose let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Yeah it's good but just wait till you see them perform live.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at this and looked at her, “I would never see them live, I don’t have the money.”

“If you get the job, you can see them live and then fall in love with them like everyone else.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “I doubt that...”

She untied her black tie and stared at herself in the mirror with a nervous look. Today was the day of the interview, the day that she would either achieve her long-awaited dream or go back to her office job. This was big. Y/N loved fashion and makeup, she always wanted to be a stylist. She didn’t care if it was a famous person or just a rich person, it was something she wanted to do. You see, Y/N’s mother was a stylist to politicians. She grew up around clothes and she just fell in love with them, it was only natural for her to do so. Her mother passed away twenty years ago and she didn’t fully understand how she died. She was so healthy that her death shocked everyone. The only thing the doctor told her was “The flower disease got to her..”. When she tried asking more questions, the doctor told her that it was so rare that even they don’t know much.

She sighed, placing a black headband through her tamed hair (something that took her hours to accomplish). She flattened her black skirt and nodded to herself, it’s going to be good. She grabbed her black book bag and headed out. It was an hour early but it was Rose's break soon so she thought this was the best time for her to meet up with her. The bus ride there was peaceful but the rain on the glass made her eyes heavy. The news did say this was going to be the worst rainy season in years.

Texting Rose that she was in front, she was welcomed with the warm smile that always made her comfortable, “Hey, you look really good.”

Y/N smiled at this and bowed her head slightly, “Thank you...I know I’m here early, I just wanted to make things easier for you.”

Rose rolled her eyes and grabbed her wrist, bringing her into the tall building, “Y/N, I would’ve come out even if it wasn’t my break.” Y/N glanced up and saw the beautiful light fixtures and the well-dressed workers. Everyone looked like they were meant to be there. They were all moving around the lobby as if they were on a track. Rose let her wrist go and smiled at her, “It’s so dull here.”

Y/N shook her head and watched the woman at the front desk talk to a worker, “I like it...”

“Of course, you would like it, you like order and shit. Anyways, follow me and I’ll bring you up to the section for your interview.”

They made their way in the clear elevator and she looked out to see all the different sections. It was fascinating to see how an idol company set things up. When the doors opened wide, Y/N’s heels created an echo alongside Rose's rambles toward her. She glanced at the wall to see all the albums from their artists and some awards but she was so distracted with the delicate things that she ran into something or rather someone, knocking her down. She dropped all her papers and rubbed the back of her neck.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

She opened her eyes to see a man with black hair and glasses. She recognized him but she couldn’t figure out his name. Rose walked towards them and punched the man’s arm, “Namjoon, you have glasses, use them.”

Namjoon pouted at her, “You didn’t need to punch me.”

Before the two could move to help her up, someone new came into the picture. She glanced to the side and the moment her eyes landed on him, time stopped. He was handsome and had this gentleness to him. His untamed black hair made him look soft, like the type of person that would give out the best hugs on a bad day. When he turned his head, their eyes locked on to each other. Her heart felt like she was on a rollercoaster, a rollercoaster that never ended. She couldn’t speak and the only thing she could do was quickly turn her head away from him. Embarrassed from looking at him for so long, “Are you okay?”

His deep voice caused her to look back and she met with a soft smile, “Yes...I’m alright. Thank you for picking up my papers.”

He tilted his head at her (as if he was analyzing her face) and snapped his fingers, making her raise her eyebrow, “You're the girl I gave the umbrella to.”

Her mouth dropped slightly shocked at how the universe plays things out, “O-Oh, that was you. I appreciate it greatly. I took good care of it, I’ll return to you soon.”

He fixed the papers and shook his head, “No worries, it's raining out there. Wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“Taehyung, why are you so nice to her but not to me? I’m your stylist.”

She glanced up to see Rose place her hands on her hips, glaring at the man. Taehyung placed his hand out for Y/N. She glanced between his hands and his face, his face told her so many secrets but she couldn’t make sense of it. She slowly placed her hand into his and the moment she did, the smell of roses hit her nose but she ignored it. She hated the smell of flowers. He pulled her up and handed her papers without giving her a second glance. He glared at Rose and flicked her forehead, “Maybe because you're annoying.”

“That’s not nice. Anyways, this is my best friend, L/N Y/N. She's here for an interview.”

Namjoon smiled at her and nodded her head, “Ah this is the famous Y/N. Rose talks about you all the time.”

Y/N blinked her eyes at this and turned towards Rose with a soft smile, “Is that so?”

“Don’t look at me like that. We have to move so byeee!”

Rose grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her forward. As they walked down the hallway, she turned around to see Taehyung already looking at her with a boxy grin. He gave her a small wave and her eyes widened at that. She bowed her head and turned to look at Rose's back. He had a nice smile.

She stared at the tall black door and then looked at Rose, “This is it?”

Rose nodded her head and rubbed her shoulder gently, “You got this...You're the greatest person I know.”

The sudden compliment made Y/N embarrassed and she let out a small cough. She turned her head, hiding her slightly red face, “Thanks...”

“Good luck!~”

Y/N gave her nod and opened the door slowly revealing two people sitting at the desk with folders in front of them. She glanced back at Rose who gave her two thumbs up making a smile appear. The moment her foot entered the room, it changed her life. She just didn’t know that it would end it rather than start it, no one saw it coming. Not even him.

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“Y/N, can you get Tae’s shirt ready?”

She didn’t answer Rose and did what she was told. Y/N aced the interview and they were impressed with her past work in college. She was even shocked that they knew her mother's work, which helped her even more. That night Rose held a celebration and introduced her to everyone on the team as well as the boys. Surprisingly, Y/N got along with Yoongi. They were very similar in personalities and she felt comfortable with him. Also on this night, she spent some time with Taehyung.

Y/N watched Rose and Jungkook argue about something with a soft smile, it was rather cute. She noticed everyone was focused on something else or the argument, making it the perfect time to escape for a bit. She put her glass on a random table and walked out of the small room onto the balcony. The cold air hit her face as she closed her eyes letting the cold create goosebumps on her arms. She opened them and glanced at the sky to see the bright stars twinkling like gems. She leaned against the railing and continued to look out into the city.

“Y/N? Why are you out here?”

She jumped and glanced over her shoulder to see Taehyung drinking with his eyebrow raised. She let out a small cough and rubbed her arm gently, “I needed a breather...”

“Don’t like social gatherings?”

“I like them...my social battery just drains fast.”

Taehyung nodded his head and made his way toward the woman. She watched him closely, still trying to figure him out. He stood next to her and looked at the sky with his cup so dangerously on the railing, “It’s peaceful, isn’t it?”

She turned her body back to the sky and nodded her head, “It is.”

“Here.” Before she could say anything, Taehyung took off his coat and put it over her shoulders. Her eyes widened at this and brought the coat closer to her body with a small smile, “Thank you.”

“Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

That was a month ago and the two had similar moments throughout the weeks. Sometimes Taehyung would bring her favorite lunch and eat with her on her break or they would take small walks in the park together. Taehyung did the talking with her as she listened and made note of everything he said. She wasn’t much of a talker but she was glad that Taehyung could talk for her.

The rain made this walk in the park melancholy but somehow Taehyung made it joyous. His boxy smile made her smile even with the drops of water creating images on his umbrella. She put her hand out of the umbrella and she felt his eyes on her but she didn’t dare to look. She felt the cold water hit her hand and it caused her to smile, “Do you like the rain?”

“I do, it's peaceful. It gives you a moment of serenity as well.”

He nodded his head and glanced towards the sky, “But it makes the sky look so sad.”

“Sadness is still an emotion, it's better than not feeling anything at all.”

“I guess, you're a deep thinker.”

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she let out a small laugh, “What?”

“You're like Namjoon-Hyung. Always thinking, I’m jealous.”

She shook her head and slowly moved her head to hit his arm (showing him her version of affection), “You think differently, it's colorful. I like that about you.”

“Oh, so you like me?”

She didn’t answer that but she didn’t move her head off of his arm. She didn’t see the small smile on his face.

Y/N laid out the shirt and entered the dressing room but stopped when she heard hushed voices, “Guys leave me alone.”

“Taehyung, how can we? Our Tae Tae is in love.”

Her eyes widened at this and swallowed her spit nervously. She leaned against the wall as the rack of clothing hid her from plain sight, “Shut up.”

“How are you going to tell her?”

“I was going to just tell Rose.”

Her heart stopped beating at this second. She couldn’t move from her spot. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Taehyung but she knew it wasn’t just a friend. Hearing him say Rose's name made her feel something that she has never experienced before. Heartbreak. Her hands became sweaty and her chest was hurting but this pain wasn’t poetic, it was physical. It was probably the anxiety killing her. She rubbed her hands on her jeans and took a deep breath, she was going to ignore this. She had a job to do.

She quietly moved her way from the wall and into the dressing room. With each step she took, she heard her heartbeat echoed through her ears and it was making her dizzy. She shook her head and her eyes landed on Jungkook who looked at her with wide doe eyes, “Your outfits are ready.”

“Noona! Wh-when did you get here?”

She tilted her head at Jungkook and knew why he was so panicked but he didn’t need to know that, “I just came in. Why?”

Taehyung sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “No reason.”

She gave him the best forceful smile that she could muster, “Rose has some suggestions for makeup...you should go talk to her.”

Before he could answer, Y/N left the room with seven pairs of eyes on her back. She couldn’t look back, her heart told her not to and she listened. If she looked into his brown eyes then it would break her even more. It was pathetic how someone could fall so hard for a person in a matter of weeks and she was the proof. She gripped her chest tightly when she felt a pulse, this wasn’t a normal pulse though. This pulse was felt throughout her whole body and it took her breath away. This anxiety attack wasn’t going to ruin her day. She let out a small cough but she shook her head. She opened the door to see Rose eating a whoopie pie, “They’re coming.”

Rose looked at her and wiped her mouth with her arm, “Ah, okay. Are you going to tell Taehyung your makeup suggestions?”

She shook her head and grabbed her water bottle with a blank face (but to Rose she thought this was her normal expression), “Since you're the head stylist for him, I thought it would be better to hear it from you.”

She tilted her head at her with a raised eyebrow, “But you were so excited.”

“It's okay.”

The door opened wide and the seven members entered with smiles on their faces. She turned towards the wall to avoid their happiness. It made sense to be happy, their best friend was in love and it's something that should be celebrated but she couldn’t bring herself to wear a party hat. She placed her water back down and walked towards the hangers letting the small talk enter her empty head. She leaned against the wall as she glanced outside to see it pouring rain. She placed her hand on the glass and watched the water hit the glass. The coldness felt nice against her warm hands.

“You okay?” She stiffened at the voice and turned her head to see Taehyung shirtless giving her a concerned look. She glanced at his chest and then at his face with her lips pressed together. She nodded her head and went to turn back towards the window but was stopped by his soft fingertips against her shoulder, “You can tell me.”

“I’m okay. You should go see Rose.”

He said something under his breath but she didn’t catch it. She felt a hand leaving her shoulder and listened to his footsteps with a frown. She wanted to glance back at him but she didn’t want to see him smiling with Rose. It hurt but she wasn’t going to get in the way of their relationship or future relationship. It was just a silly crush, that’s all it is.

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Y/N stood in front of the tall headstone with her umbrella covering her head as she stared down at the worn-out stone. The grass around her mother’s grave was kept tidy due to her aunt visiting almost every day. She took out a small pinwheel and placed it at the base of the stone. She gently rubbed her fingertips on the rough stone as she closed her eyes remembering her mother.

“Y/N, look what aunty made you.”

Y/N looked up from her homework to see her mother holding a bright blue pinwheel. Y/N gave a small smile and placed her pencil down. She walked up to her mother and pointed to the pinwheel making her mother nodded her head. Y/N gently took the pinwheel and blew into it. Her eyes brightened when she saw it move as her mother watched with bright eyes. Her mother glanced down at the phone and frowned to herself. Y/N saw this and put the pinwheel down, “Mommy what’s wrong?”

Her mother shook her head and looked at her, “Nothing baby. I was just waiting for daddy to call me.”

“Daddy? When is he coming back?”

Her mother’s eyes softened and went down to her level with a soft smile, “When he's ready, I suppose.” Her mother let out a small cough and kissed her head gently, “It’ll be okay.”

Y/N removed her hand and sighed to herself, “He never came back...I think you always knew that but admitting to it was poison waiting to be drunk. Creating a narrative that he was going to come back was more for you than it was for me but I understood why you did it. I-I just wished we had more years together...I love you, mom.”

Y/N turned around and started going down the small hill but before she hit the bottom, she glanced back. She could’ve sworn she saw her mother waving to her. She shook her head and exited the graveyard. She tossed her wet umbrella and stared at her steering wheel with a frown. She sighed to herself and started the car with the heater hitting her face. She glanced at her glove department and moved towards it to open it. A picture fell out and her shaky hands picked it up. She smiled at it as a small tear escaped her eye, it was the last picture of her mother.

After crying in her car, she drove to a ramen restaurant. Her mother’s favorite. She walked towards the further table and sat in the booth looking at the menu. She flipped through until she saw someone sitting in front of her. She raised her eyebrow and put her menu down, she was confused. Why was Taehyung here?

“What are you doing here?”

He let out a small laugh and continued to look through the menu, “I actually just stepped in. Wanted something new and I saw you, it was fate for me to meet you here.”

She rolled her eyes and picked up the menu, “I doubt that. Fate likes to play games.”

“But I’m good at playing games.”

She snorted at this and shook her head, “I’m sure you are.”

“Are you doubting me?”

“Maybe.”

He pouted at this and crossed his arms, “I can beat you in tic tac toe.”

“Oh, really? Let’s find out.” She grabbed a small notebook out of her purse and a pen. She drew the game out and glanced at him with a small smirk, “Beat me, gamer boy.”

“I-I will.”

When she placed her final circle, she let out a loud laugh when she saw Taehyung frowning. She covered her mouth and had her eyes closed, it was pure joy, “You know...that was the first time I heard you laugh.”

She stopped laughing and let out a small cough, “I laugh all the time.”

“Not like that. That was pure joy and not one of your awkward laughs.”

“Have you been keeping track of my laughs, Mr. Kim?”

“I just pay attention to you.” Her eyes widened at this and before she could say anything, his phone started ringing. She watched him pick up the phone and a smile appeared on his lips, “Rose, how's it going?”

She frowned at this and looked outside the window. That’s right, he was only paying attention to her because she was Rose’s best friend. She closed her eyes and listened to the rain hitting the window instead of his conversation. When she heard him sigh, she glanced at him, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I guess my clothes for the next performance got ruined and I have to run back for a fitting. Sorry.”

She shook her head and watched him stand up from the booth, “It's okay...”

“I’ll see you on Monday!”

She nodded her head and watched him leave until he vanished. She glanced down at the menu and then at the window, alone again.

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Y/N let out another harsh cough and Yoongi glanced at her with pure concern. The rest of the guys were performing while Yoongi had to go backstage for a quick mic change. Y/N was leaning against the wall as she covered her mouth with her arm unaware of the eyes on her. She let out a final cough and cleared her throat when she felt a hand rubbing her back. She glanced up to see Yoongi, “Shouldn’t you be performing?”

“Y/N, you sound horrible. Are you okay?”

She rolled her eyes and took out a tissue from her pocket. She wiped her mouth and let out a small laugh (the best she could), “That’s what every girl wants to hear.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. You should see a doctor.”

“I have a job...”

“Technically I’m your boss and I’m telling you to see a doctor.”

She let out a frustrated sigh and nodded her head, “Fine. It’s probably just a stupid cold.”

“Well see a doctor and find out.”

“What’s going on?”

She glanced over Yoongi’s shoulder to see Taehyung looking at them with an expression that she couldn’t name. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked at them with a frown, his face always had secrets from her. Yoongi quickly moved his hand away and looked at Taehyung with an awkward smile, “Y/N was coughing, I was just taking care of her.”

“You were coughing? Y/N, I have some cough drops.”

She watched Taehyung rush to his bag and took out the said cough drops. He placed four in her hand and smiled at her, “Why do you have cough drops?”

“Rose gave them to me.”

That harsh pulse came back and she clenched her chest as tight as she could. She fell to her knees and Taehyung yelled her name. She put her hand up and let out a cough, “Don’t get so close to me. I could get you sick.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that, let me-”

“Tell Rose I’m leaving early. I’m going to get checked up.”

“I can take you-”

“Taehyung, go perform. I’ll be fine.” She turned around and ignored the eyes on her back, something she came familiar with. She grabbed her bag and bowed at the two, “I’ll be fine. The worst it could be is Pneumonia.”

Taehyung frowned at this and walked towards her and she watched, “Let me take care of you, please.”

She shook her head and looked away, “You have a job to do. I’ll be back in no time.”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, “Please text me.”

“Will do, bye.”

She knew she was being harsh towards him but she had to be. She knew he would put everything down to go with her but she couldn’t allow him to do that. He would disappoint his fans with the sudden leaving and she didn’t want him to feel guilty about it later. She walked out of the building but stopped in the parking lot when a harsh coughing fit took over her. She fell to her knees on the wet pavement as the water hit her thick jacket. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw red petals underneath her with blood, “W-What the hell!?”

She grabbed the tissue and wiped her mouth quickly. She practically ran to her car with her body feeling stiff. She started her car and headed towards the nearby hospital. The silence in her car usually made her feel calm but at this moment it was making her break down. She entered the hospital and headed towards the front desk with pure panic in her eyes, “I-I need help.”

The lady raised her eyebrow and continued to type away, “What’s wrong?”

“Petals left my mouth...”

The nurse's eyes widened and looked at the young girl, “Petals? How long has this been happening?”

“I-It just happened...I’ve been coughing for a while though.”

The nurse picked up the phone and dialed a number as she watched with fear in her eyes, “We have a flower case, doctor Kim.” She put the phone back and gave her a sad look, “He’ll be right with you, please sit down.”

She nodded her head and for some reason, her sympathy was making her sicker. She sat in the chair and watched a doctor rush out of the room and towards the front desk. She watched the nurse point toward her and this made her feel worse. The doctor made his way toward her and he gave her a small smile, “Hello, what’s your name?”

“L/N...Y/N.”

“Are you related to L/N Hina?”

She nodded her head slowly, “Sh-She’s my mother.”

“Thought so...we need to give you an x-ray and after that, we can discuss the treatment plan.”

“It’s just a cold...right?”

“I-I need to see first.”

Y/N sat in the doctor's room and looked at him with a confused look. The x-ray came out to be abnormal. Something she has never seen before nor heard of. There were roots in her lungs with flowers blooming. She was shocked at what she saw, there were so many questions in her mind but she couldn’t voice any to him. Instead, she looked at the black-and-white image with a blank expression. It wasn’t until she grew the courage to glance at the doctor, “Wh-What does that mean doctor?”

He sighed and leaned forward onto his desk, “Hanahaki disease is extremely rare but your family is known to be carriers of the disease...When the person you love doesn’t return the same affection, your body essentially destroys itself. We have more information on it now than we did twenty years ago.”

“My family are carriers!? Why didn’t no one tell me?”

“We don’t know you have it until it happens. It can’t be seen in the blood nor any other test to prevent it.”

Her eyes became watery and her lips quivered as she glanced outside to see the rain, “I-I’m going to die...”

“If the person returns the affection you can be saved or...”

“Or?”

“We can surgically remove the flowers but if we do that...all your memories of that person disappear and you can never feel love again. “

Her eyes widened and her head snapped back at the doctor with tears running down her face, “I-I wouldn’t remember him?”

The doctor shook his head at this, “No...you would forget about him forever.”

“What if I meet him again?”

“It doesn’t matter, your heart would always restart everything. No matter how many times you meet him, you will never remember him.”

She bit her lips and glanced at the ceiling with tears, “I-I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t know him...that sounds so painful.”

“He can always return”

“He doesn’t....I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

The look on the doctors told her everything she needed to know. She covered her mouth and a loud sob echoed through the room. Everything around her vanished as she squeezed her eyes tight, this is how it was going to end. She clenched her chest and fell out of the chair as she cried harder, “I-I don’t want to die! Oh, god! Somebody, ANYBODY HELP!”

A nurse opened the door and placed a blanket over her shoulders as she continued to cry. The sobbing caused her to go into coughing fits, covering the carpet with red petals and blood. She started screaming but she wasn’t saying anything, it was just screams. The nurse watches with sad eyes as Y/N falls to the floor with her staring at the ceiling with a red face, “I-I don’t want to die...Please.”

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The decline was fast. She knew it was going to be fast but the fact it was happening this fast was scary. She was losing weight rapidly and the strength she once had was almost gone. She’s only been in the hospital for two days and the doctors were already preparing for her deathbed. She turned in her bed slowly as more petals left her mouth. The door opened and she expected to see her nurse, Feline but was met with another familiar face.

“Y/N...why didn’t you tell me?”

Her eyes widened but she couldn’t have a physical reaction, “Rose...”

Rose shook her head and brought a chair to be closer to Y/N. She placed her hand on top of hers and frowned, “Y/N...what’s happening?”

“I’m just sick...Don’t-”

“TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

Y/N flinched at her voice but she wasn’t shocked at her reaction. She sighed and stared at the ceiling, “Can I be blunt?”

“That’s all I want, Y/N....”

“I’m dying. How did you find me?”

“Y-Your aunt...I’m sorry what? Your-You're dying?”

Y/N wanted to cry but in her fragile state the only thing she could do was frown, “Ye-Yeah...”

Rose's eyes widened at this and stood up so fast that her chair fell backward, “Y/N, t-this has to be a joke. A sick joke-”

“I have Hanahaki disease, Rose. They think I’ll be gone in a week...maybe less. Their confidence in it's going to be less...it’s not a good feeling.”

“H-How much time do I have with you then?”

“A-A day or two...that’s what I think.”

Rose covered her mouth and stared at her with wide eyes, “N-NO! I-I can’t lose you, I’ll donate blood, let me go to the doctor. I-”

“Rose...”

Rose moved her hand and stared at her with pure sadness in her eyes. Rose grabbed her hand and looked at her with a look that broke Y/N, “We were supposed to grow old together and be those old ladies that drink in the morning together...I-I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

Y/N frowned and surprisingly a tear escaped her eye, “I-I’m sorry I couldn’t do those things with you...we can still spend time together.”

Rose leaned forward and wiped her tears away letting out a small chuckle, “We-We can eat fried chicken or even wonton soup...whatever you want. Are you going to tell the guys?”

Y/N glanced at the window and felt a familiarity with the rain coming down, “I-I don’t know...they’ve only known me for a year.”

“Tell them...they care about you deeply.”

Y/N glanced back and shook her head gently, “I-I can’t...I’m scared.”

“I’ll tell them...is that better for you?”

She nodded her head and Rose leaned forward hugging her. Y/N snuggled her face into her neck as she let out a loud sob. Rose brought her in harder as she started crying with her best friend, “You're my best friend, Y/N. N-No matter what.”

“Neh, Y/N...Are you okay?” Y/N wiped her eyes and nodded her head but Rose could see something was wrong. Y/N accidentally kicked the ball at the pole and came back to her forehead. Rose frowned at this and went down to her level with a small smile, “You can cry. It’s okay to cry.”

“I’m an adult and I don't cry.”

Rose rolled her eyes and brought Y/N into her shoulder as she rubbed her forehead, “Nonsense, everyone cries...”

Y/N started to cry into her shoulder as Rose patted her back. The sunset finished the painted scene as the two sat there with each other, forever and always.

Rose entered the dressing room to see everyone but Taehyung there looking at her with uncertainty. Seokjin stood up and looked at Rose, “Well...what’s wrong with Y/N?”

Rose looked at them and shook her head as she started crying, “Yo-You guys need to see her...She might not be here tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyes widened at this and slammed his hands on the table, “The hell are you talking about Rose!?”

“Sh-She’s dying...”

Yoongi shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, “I-I...No that can’t happen.”

“She’s so sick...I’ve seen her with the flu before but this... was different. With every cough she did, I worried that it would be the last. I-I wish I can say this is a-a sick joke but...it’s the reality that I never thought would happen. She can’t even drink water...The doctors said it could be a week but I think they were trying to make her look forward to something...you guys need to go.”

Jungkook looked towards the wall and wiped the tears away, “Taehyung...he’s doing a quick radio interview.”

“I’ll go to him, you guys need to see her. Before it's too late.”

Taehyung smiled at the host and bowed to everyone in the room. When he entered back into his dressing room, he saw Rose standing there drenched. He tilted his head when he saw the serious look on her face, “Is everything okay?”

Rose shook her head and sighed, “You need to see Y/N...”

“I was already planning on doing so. I was going to go to her apartment-”

“Taehyung, she's in the hospital.”

His eyes widened at this and nodded his head, “Was her flu worse than we thought?”

Rose bit her lip as she tried to fight back her tears, “Tae...she’s dying.”

Taehyung dropped his phone not caring that the glass shattered, “What hospital? TELL ME NOW!”

“The one by the flower shop.”

Taehyung bolted out and exited through the back of the building to avoid everyone. He didn’t care that it was raining, he needed to see her.

Taehyung walked down the street with his mask concealing his appearance from everyone around him. He raised his eyebrow when he watched a woman his age run under the hospital. She looked at the rain but it wasn’t anger, it was more contentment if anything. She was probably content after making it under. He smiled softly at this and looked down at his umbrella and then back at the girl. He walked towards her with the rain filling his ears, “Excuse me?”

The woman turned her head and looked at him with wide eyes. She pointed to herself and he wanted to laugh, “Fo-For me?”

He nodded his head and she gently took the umbrella out of his hand with their fingers gently touching each other. He ignored that (not wanting to embarrass himself) and she bowed at him, “Thank you.” He bowed back and waved goodbye with his eyes closed. As he walked away, he stopped in his tracks and looked behind him to see that she was gone. He smiled again and shook his head, “Cute.”

He turned the corner too fast and he fell to the wet pavement, ignoring everyone's shocked faces. He was an idol running through a busy area, after all, he was going to get stares. He continued to run, saying his quick sorrys and trying his best to avoid the crowd.

He walked out of the restaurant and sighed to himself, he missed another opportunity to ask Y/N out. He rubbed the back of his head and re-dialed Rose's number.

“What?”

“I chickened out again.”

“HOW CAN YOU CHICKEN OUT!”

He pulled the phone away from his ear and sighed, “I-I just did...She just makes me nervous.” He glanced back at the restaurant and smiled to himself as he saw her eat the ramen.

“Are you comfortable with me?”

“Yeah, that’s you though. She's different...She’s the first flower in spring and I-I-I love her like how fate gives people second chances. She makes me want to experience love.”

“Tell her this, you idiot.”

Taehyung opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw it empty with two nurses cleaning. He swallowed his spit and let out a small cough, “E-Excuse me, where’s L/N Y/N?”

The nurse frowned and shook her head, “I-I’m so sorry...she’s gone.”

Taehyung's eyes widened and he fell to his knees as he stared at them with shock, “Y-Your lying...”

“Your Kim Taehyung?”

“Yes?”

“She wanted me to give you this...” The nurse pulled out a small piece of paper and handed it to him. She gave him a comforting smile and rubbed his shoulder gently, “She was a good person.”

He ignored her and opened the folder paper with shaky hands,

If you are reading this, then I am dead. The time has finally come when my body and soul let go and I’m finally at peace.

I remember the day I first met you, the day that I can finally understand Jane Austen’s stories a bit more. That day felt like spring to me because the ice around my heart melted the moment I saw your smile. The way you ran to me when I dropped my papers made me feel like a princess in a child's storybook. The knight that always came and saved me was what you are and still are. Your warm brown eyes gave me warmth that I have never experienced and it was a day that I can never forget. One, it gave me pure happiness, and two, it was the start of my ending. I think I always knew that I was going to die soon but I never said anything because once you say it with your voice then the universe will push it to happen. Subconsciously, I kept telling myself something is wrong but once I saw the beautiful petals fall from my mouth then it became a reality. I never thought I could hate a flower but I did…There's something about knowing you’re dying changes the way you view life. Every little detail matters but at the same time, it doesn’t because no matter what your mind always reminds you that you’re dying. All the moments we shared truly made me happy and I can’t explain it but somehow it made me accept my fate faster. It’s crazy how some days you wanna die but some days you’re so grateful for living. The guys didn’t know, please don’t be mad at them.

Tae, I don’t want you to blame yourself for what happened. This isn’t your fault if anything, it's mine. I will always love you no matter what and you deserve all the happiness in the world, don’t forget that. Even if I am gone now, at least we will always be under the same sky no matter what. I love you, forever.

Taehyung dropped the paper to the ground and started to sob, “Y/N, I-I love you more...fuck, I love you so much. IF YOU LOVED ME WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!” Taehyung started punching the floor as blood left his knuckles. The nurses watched with sympathy but somehow that made him feel worse.

The tall gray stone stared at him as he stared back with a frown. He put his umbrella down and looked up at the sky, letting the rain mix with his tears. He gently placed the clear umbrella next to the stone and he rubbed the top of it gently. He traced his fingers over the engraving and placed his forehead against it, “I love you Y/N. How unfair, it's just our luck...”

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Love and Sarcasm (2) - knj

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Namjoon x Demi!Chubby!Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, College! au, eventual smut

Warnings: Namjoon is toxic, Manipulation, College parties, Y/n has a caffeine addiction, references to Jimin and Y/n partying a lot while underage, references to Jimin sleeping with a teacher while underage, references to Jimin getting arrested

Word count: 6k

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“I’m just going to throw this away for you,” Jimin had snuck up behind you and taken the fresh warm cup of coffee from your icy hands, before moving quickly to the trashcan that stood beside the building you were about to walk into.

“Nonono Jiminie I just bought that it’s only my second one!” You rushed over to Jimin, desperately grasping at the cup just moments before he made it to the trash can. You quickly put the cup to your lips and dumped the liquid into your mouth as you rushed into the building to get yourself away from the trash cans.

“Fine, but when you have a heart attack before your 22nd birthday fueled purely by caffeine intake and anxious tendencies, I will not resuscitate you,” you smiled lightly as you turned to walk down one of the many hallways in the labyrinth of a building.

“Good. If I'm dead, let me stay that way, it’s probably way less stressful. Why are you here, anyways? You don’t have class for another hour,” you came to a halt outside of your room, spinning on your heel to face Jimin.

“I have a study session with some kids before class because we’re a week in and I've already slept through about 80% of the class,” He paused, looking down at his watch before he rolled his eyes and started backing up slightly. “Which I am now late for. I’ll see you later. Dinner after class? On me,” Jimin held his arms out, as if offering you something you couldn’t refuse.

“I’ll never turn down free food, baby,” He gave a thumbs up before turning fully, now sprinting down the hallway. You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head as you walked into the classroom.

“I was very impressed by this, Ms. Y/l/n. I hope everything you turn in this semester is half as good as this,” You smiled and thanked her as you accepted your paper, a bright red 98 written on the top along with a smiley face. You folded the paper in half, an old habit you had from middle school math class when your highest grade was a 79, and walked up to your seat.

Namjoon noticed your folded paper and made a brash judgment call. “Looks like my quality beats your quantity,” Namjoon held up his paper, showing you the red 95 written on the top. You looked at it and nodded, giving it a ‘not bad’ expression as you passed him and sat down a few rows behind him. He started chuckling, laying the paper down in front of him before he started pulling things out of his bag.

“Evidently not,” you said, eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at your paper after you’d taken your seat. Your words grabbed Namjoon’s attention, and his eyes were immediately on you. You flipped the paper around and watched as his face fell reading the higher score you had acquired. “Bet it was hard to find enough time for your own paper, seeing as you had to help the rest of the class with theirs,” You turned the paper back around, looking at it for a moment before laying it down and looking back at Namjoon. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure out how to better manage your time for the next assignment.”

Namjoon clenched his jaw, trying his best not to let his anger show on his face before he turned back around to face the front of the class.

“Hey, Jimin!” Namjoon called out as he raced up to meet his friend who was walking from one class to the next. He turned slightly, furrowed eyebrows quickly relaxing when he saw it was only Namjoon. He caught up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as they both started walking again. “What’s up, man? What class are you headed to?”

“I’m going home actually. Well, Y/n’s, but I just got done with my classes for the day. Why, what’s up with you?” Jimin was slightly confused, the boys in his frat not usually caring too much about each other's studies.

“Nothing, I was just heading to my human rights class when I saw you walking thought I’d say what’s up. You always go to Y/n’s after class? You're not usually at the house until late,” Jimin nodded slightly.

“Yeah, usually. We study and take turns ordering take out. So, what’s up with the whole size matters thing you have?” Jimin starts chuckling as he asks the question, knowing those words would probably upset Namjoon, as he could gather that you’d used it to torment him. He only smiled and chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.

“Yeah, about that, I think her and I got off on the wrong foot. I made a rash judgment on the first day of class that I shouldn’t have, and I was just wondering if you knew of a way I could maybe make it up to her?” Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, before he looked Namjoon up and down, as if trying to see his thought process.

“Uh, maybe try apologizing and getting her a cup of coffee? She’s really a forgiving person, as long as you stop being a dick and making judgments on her I don’t think she’d have any problem being civil,” Jimin shrugged as the pair stopped walking in front of the coffee shop on campus, Jimin having promised you he’d grab you a coffee on the way back to your place, as the two of you had to split up so he could run back to his place to grab some of his notes.

Namjoon looked up and realized where they were. He smirked lightly before looking back at Jimin, who he was now standing across from. “How does she like her coffee?” Jimin rolls his eyes slightly as Namjoon furrows his eyebrows.

“Black, but make sure to grab like a handful of those fake cancer sugars, the pink ones,” Namjoon nodded his head, surprised by her simple order; most people wanted something far more complicated than black coffee. Jimin turned and started walking into the building before Namjoon stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder before he spoke.

“Hey, she’s single, right?” Jimin started laughing at his question, making Namjoon wish he hadn’t asked it at all.

“Yeah, but not for you. I know you, Namjoon. You try anything with her, and I’ll have to fuck you up as bad as the last guy that thought it was okay to play with her feelings. Just trust me dude, she’s not your type,” The smile never left Jimin’s face as he spoke, and as soon as he finished, he walked into the shop, leaving Namjoon out in the cold, slightly confused.

Wednesday morning you found yourself out of coffee before you had even gotten to your class. Having to go to work that morning, you could usually drink one while at work and still have time to pick one up on the way to your classes, but that was out of the question today. You drank the last gulp of your lukewarm coffee and threw the cup into the trash can before you started down the hallway.

“Perfect timing,” you looked up to see Namjoon standing in front of your classroom, smile plastered on his face as he held a cup of coffee and a brown paper bag. You furrowed your brow as you looked at him before turning around to make sure no one was behind you; something he found hilarious. “I’m talking to you,”

You stopped in front of him, brow tightly knit, your arms crossed as your eyes darted back and forth between him and the coffee he was holding out. “Why the fuck did you buy me coffee?” Your arms remained crossed against your chest as you eyed him suspiciously. He continued smiling.

“Consider it a truce,” your arms stayed crossed, eyes darting back and forth between him and the cup.

“Did you poison it?” Your eyes narrowed as you asked the question, kind of joking but not really, as you had no idea what this guy was capable of and you did have a habit of making a fool out of him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your arm, pulling it out of it’s crossed position and placing the cup in your now extended hand.

“And here’s the sweetener, Jimin said you liked a lot of it, so I just kind of took everything they had,” he handed you the brown bag he was carrying. You looked at him for a second before opening the bag and seeing probably at least 50 packets of it. You snorted.

“I usually use 3, but if you’re trying to give me cancer, this’ll probably do it,” he chuckled lightly as you closed the bag, bringing the arm holding it down to rest at your side.

“I just wanted to apologize. I know I passed judgment on you the first day of class and that wasn’t really fair of me, especially considering you keep proving me wrong. I just think we seemed to get off on the wrong foot, and that’s my fault, I know, but I'd really like to start over. Maybe we could even hang out outside of class. You could let me read that paper that got a 98.”

He smiled lightly, his apology seeming genuine by all accounts. His tone, his facial expression, everything read the way it was supposed to, and he even did a little sucking up. He’s been nothing but a cocky prick, but now he’s buying you coffee and asking to hang out outside of class?

You gave a flattered smile, looking down at the coffee in your hand as you avoided his gaze, your face even heating up slightly, as you’d heard something akin to these words many times before, but they seemed to have the opposite effect of their intention.

“That’s really sweet Namjoon, I appreciate it,” You paused, only looking up after you’d said his name. He was smirking. “But I know when I’m being manipulated,” his face fell as he watched yours do the same. “Thanks for the coffee though, feel free to buy me some whenever you’d like,” You look a sip as you winked, walking past him and into the room.

“You know I wasn’t trying to manipulate you into doing anything,” Namjoon had run up to you as you’d left the class, thinking maybe you should eat some lunch before going to your next class. Namjoon had other plans though, when he ran in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. “I was just trying to apologize, be nice, I don’t know, do the right thing?”

“And you decided to do the right thing only after seeing what I looked like in a mini skirt with my tits pushed out?” You crossed your arms, head cocked to the side slightly as you waited for his response, his ears turning slightly red as you spoke.

“Well, that’s not exactly the reason I decided to –”

“But you’d still be being an asshole if I wasn’t at that party, correct?” He slid his hands into his pockets before shrugging.

“Okay, I find you attractive, sue me. What does that have to do with anything?”

“You’re not apologizing because you feel bad; you’re apologizing because you want something out of it. I don’t know what game you’re playing but find someone else to play it with,” you merely stepped around him and walked away, now far too pissed to actually eat anything.

On Friday, Namjoon hadn’t spoken to you when you passed him going up to your seat, which you were thankful for. But when you got to your seat, a cup of coffee sat on your desk, a smiley face drawn on the side of it where someone’s name might be. Looking down at Namjoon, you realized he’d been watching you, but quickly averted his gaze as you looked at him. You luckily had about 47 or so sweetener’s in your bag, so you were all set.

Classes came and went, boring as ever, but you had your job to do until the library closed at 9 pm, so you were exhausted and really just wanted to go home and sleep. You had done most of the actual work needed for the day and were the only person left working, so you found yourself sitting at your desk, knees up on the chair with you as you flipped through one of your favorite books, House Rules by Jodi Picoult.

You heard someone walk in but couldn’t be bothered to look up as they walked into the giant wall of books to your left. You were very engrossed in your book, one of the main characters having just broken into a house to avoid his emotions, and was having a fairly fun monologue when someone decided to interrupt you and make you actually do your job.

“What’s it about?” You glance up, watching Namjoon put a cup of coffee down in front of you as he looked at your book, eyebrows furrowed. You rolled your eyes and sat up, putting the book down beside you after you looked at the page number and committed it to memory.

“Autistic kid kills his tutor, you know that book isn’t due back for another week, right?” He hands you the book he previously signed out, before handing you a new one he wanted to check out. First They Killed My Father by Loung Ung. Another memoir?

“Yeah, but I finished it early and needed to get this one anyways. Do you always spoil books when people ask what they’re about?” You put the old book onto the cart next to you before you began signing the next out.

“Only if they’re assholes,” you handed him his book back and leaned back into your seat, opening your book back up to where you left off and continued reading. Namjoon, however, didn’t leave. He instead, walked over to where there were computers set up a few feet away, grabbed a chair, and brought it over and set it down next to your desk, plopping himself down in it, smirking as you looked at him with a cocked brow. “Why are you here?”

He shrugged, slouching down and crossing his arms, book set down on the edge of your desk. “Thought you looked lonely; could use some company,” you rolled your eyes.

“I do not.”

“Well than I do,” You looked back at him, his eyes still glued to you and smirk still showing, though much smaller now.

“Yes, I’m sure living in a frat house gets very lonely,” He shrugged once more, moving himself to sit up and lean his elbows on his knees.

“Company’s not as good,” You scoffed, sitting back up and putting your book down, not bothering to look at the page number.

“Not as good as the person who literally wants nothing to do with you? We’ve already talked about this; I’m not a part of whatever game you’re trying to play here –”

“We didn’t discuss anything; you talked, then walked away before giving me the opportunity to respond. You have every right to be pissed at me, but don’t expect me to just accept a loss when I wasn’t even allowed to fight,” He paused, as if waiting for you to have a rebuttal prepared. You didn’t, so he continued. “I get you don’t trust me, that’s fine, you barely know me. But I’d like to know you. From what I’ve heard from Jimin you seem like you could be a really cool person, seeing as how he never shuts up about you. You can continue to hate me all you want, but right now I would really like to sit here and get to know you, if you’d let me,”

Your eyes never left him as he spoke, still very warry of his intentions. You start to relax though, knowing that it doesn’t matter how much you talk to him, you’d never let him in. You turned away from him, looking at your desk as you started straightening up some papers that had become scattered.

“Who's your human rights professor?” You asked, as you then leaned under the desk and grabbed your bag, opening up the front pouch and grabbed a few packets of sweetener.

“Thomas. You know the books?” You nodded as you stirred the coffee before replacing the lid and taking a sip. “Is this one going to be more brutal than the last one?” He questioned, a worried expression covering his face as he held up his book. You shrugged.

“It’s brutal in a different way, but I still say Forgotten Fire has it beat. I almost puked reading that one,” Namjoon smiled lightly, putting his book back down and nodding.

“Yeah, I can see why. I had to stop reading it at some parts. You take human rights?” You nodded again.

“Last semester. It was my favorite class in high school, thought it might be fun in college too; even convinced Jimin to take it with me and let’s just say we both preferred the high school version,” You smiled slightly as you took another sip of your coffee.

“That’s right, you and Jimin went to high school together. You gotta have some good stories about him being a dumbass, no?” You smirked.

“I may have a story or two of him getting into some shit he probably shouldn’t have, but most of them are also pretty self-incriminating.”

“I promise you I only care about Jimin making bad decisions, you will be an innocent bystander in anything you decide to tell me,” You knew Jimin had told plenty of embarrassing stories about you to the guys in his frat, having told you on several occasions how funny they thought certain things you’d done were. You thought it was only fair to let him get a taste of his own medicine.

“What do you wanna hear about first?”

“Why in the fuck are you hanging out with Namjoon?” Jimin marched into your house without knocking. You jumped out of your seat on the couch, heart trying to jump out of you as you’d never been more scared in your life. I thought I locked the door??

“Jusus fucking Christ Jimin, you can’t do that shit to me, I almost had a heart attack,” You clutched your chest as you remembered you should resume breathing. You fell back onto the couch and leaned back, eyes closed as you regained your breath.

“Well?” He said, eyes wide and arms folded across his chest as he kicked one of his feet out, leaning all his weight onto the other one as he stood a few feet away from you. You finally fully looked up at him and almost wanted to cower in fear; Jimin may be smaller than you, but damn, was he scary when angered.

“Who says I talked to Namjoon?” Jimin’s face fell as he gave you a knowing look.

“I don’t know, the fact that my entire frat now knows I got caught having sex with our math teacher in the women's locker rooms during homecoming?” You couldn’t help but laugh at Jimin’s anger. You could tell he wasn’t really mad at the fact you told them about it, and more so about the fact that you had to talk to Namjoon to do it.

“To be fair, how was I supposed to know you didn’t tell them that? In a frat of guys like that, I would think you’d already told them all about Ms. Cline; she was quite the babe,” Jimin groaned loudly before falling onto the couch next to you, laying his head down in your lap before he beckoned your hands to play in his hair.

“I still would like to have kept some of my escapades private. Mostly because I don’t want you talking to Namjoon, but you know. Respect,” Jimin’s eyes were shut, and his eyebrows furrowed as you scratched his head, which was something he always seemed to enjoy.

“Namjoon did happen to know a lot about a certain skinny-dipping event that involved us getting chased by the police while ass naked –”

“You don’t have to continue, I see your point and it’s fair,” Jimin spoke over you, not wanting to hear about his first ever arrest that he had conveniently left out when he told the story to Namjoon. “I just don’t like you talking to him. You know he doesn’t want to talk to you to be friends, right?” I flicked him in the forehead, causing him to open his eyes, betrayal filling them before you went back to softly running your fingers through his smooth locks, making him forget he was upset.

“I’m not an idiot, Jiminie. I know what he wants is anything but wholesome. But he’s a lot less annoying if I just go along with whatever game he’s playing while still keeping my walls up. He’s a fuckboy. He’s not getting anywhere, Jiminie. Don’t worry,” Jimin hummed, satisfied with your response as you could feel him starting to fall asleep, his entire body relaxed and his mouth hung open. You sighed, bringing your fingers from his hair before slapping his chest playfully, waking him up from his trance.

“C’mon, let’s get you some food before you start drooling all over me,”

A few weeks had gone by, and Namjoon was still trying his hardest to get into your pants without any success. He’d gotten you at least one coffee every time you had class, sometimes he’d walk with you to the little shop and refuse to let you pay, even though he never got anything. He told you deep meaningful stories about his life that you mostly assumed were fake or sob stories that he’d always used to play on your heart strings, but you remained strong.

You’d dealt with your fair share of guys just trying to get with you, and only one of them was ever successful. He was the first one to ever try, and was incredibly persuasive, not to mention a Junior in college when you were a sophomore in high school.

Namjoon was nothing compared to the shit your ex would do to try to get on your good side once he’d fucked up. Namjoon was good, you had to admit, but you knew what you were dealing with. You knew he was just trying to prove a point and win a game. You knew he didn’t actually like spending time with you, but that was sort of how you punished him.

Today was a quiet Friday that you spent most of at the library, aside from your classes. The ends of the week were usually pretty dead in here, and today was no exception. You spent most of your day lazily flipping through a few different books to see which one you wanted to start before landing on a fantasy that you’d been eyeing for a few weeks now.

It was an hour before your shift ended and you’d already done most of the busy work and now just wanted to relax in the stillness of the library. It was honestly one of the main reasons you’d gotten the job; you adored the quiet atmosphere.

You heard someone walk in the door and looked up, smiling, before you forced your face to fall and rolled your eyes.

“I have your delivery, Ma’am,” Namjoon put a cup down on your desk, but it was definitely not the usual coffee that he got you.

“This is not what I ordered,” you looked at the cup before back at him, who was already grabbing a chair to have a seat next to you.

“Try it. It’s good,” He leaned back into his seat as he looked at you, waiting for your reaction to the drink. You hesitantly picked it up and put the straw to your lips.

“That’s really sweet,” You spoke, not sure if you liked it or not. It wasn’t bad, just definitely not what you were used to.

“Like you,” You looked over at him and laughed, completely unable to contain yourself at the worst compliment you’d ever heard.

“If you’re going to try to compliment me, at least make it accurate,” He nodded, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, yes, you’re usually intolerable, but every once in a while, when you forget you’re supposed to hate me, you can be really nice and understanding. I’d even go as far as to say people might actually like you if you start acting like that more often,” It was your turn to roll your eyes, taking another sip before you put the cup down.

“I’m mean for a reason, you know.”

“Ooo, do tell,” You looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine, then I’ll guess. You have crippling social anxiety and don’t want to speak to anyone?” You shook your head as you picked up your book, returning to the page you’d left off on. “Your parents didn’t love you as a child?” You shook your head again, now smiling as you weren’t at all reading your book. “Huh, well I know you used to talk to people, be cool, go to parties in high school,” he paused, as if pondering his next guess as you let your smile fade.

“You went to a party and afterword everyone said you were so annoying that it made you hate everyone for the rest of eternity?” You let out a chuckle.

“That’s mortifying, and you suck at guessing things.”

“You get off here soon, right?” Namjoon had conned you out of your schedule 2 weeks ago and now has it memorized, for whatever reason. You simply nodded as you looked at the clock on the wall in front of you. “Why don’t you let me take you out to dinner?”

“Now why would I do that?” you closed your book again, taken aback by his sudden confidence.

“It’s free food, why wouldn’t you do it?” you shrugged.

“Fair. But I feel like it’s a trick,”

“Now why would I want to trick you?” He faked hurt.

“The only reason you talk to me is because you’re trying to trick me,” Namjoon rolled his eyes again, slouching back into his seat as he was honestly starting to get tired of you still having your guard up all the time. It had never been this difficult to get someone else to sleep with him, it almost seemed like this little game of his wasn’t worth it.

Almost.

“So,” Namjoon started as you took a bite of your waffle, breakfast for dinner always having been your favorite. “I’ve been meaning to ask you if you’d like to go to this party we’re having tomorrow with me. Like as my date,” You hummed as you took a sip of your water before meeting his intense gaze.

“Sorry, but I already have a date,” Namjoon’s face fell as you smiled, shoving a strawberry in your mouth. It only took him a few seconds to realize that your date would have been Jimin.

“Jimin doesn’t count,” Namjoon shook his head lightly.

“And why doesn’t he? He’s been my date to just about every party I’ve gone to, and I have yet to be disappointed by him,” you pushed your plate back slightly, moving to rest your elbows on the table as you watched each other intently.

“Sure, he’s your best friend, but he’s not a date; I promise you you’d have a way more fun time if you came with me instead,” you smiled.

“Jimin dances with me, makes all of my drinks, makes sure no one drugs my drinks, doesn’t try to sleep with other people, has punched out several people for me and he guarantees me a safe place to sleep if we get too fucked up and I don’t have a way home. I don’t know that I can say any of that about you.”

“You can’t even trust me to dance with you? You think I’m just going to invite you to a party and immediately ditch you?” You shrugged.

“I know you, Namjoon. I know your type and there is nothing wholesome about you inviting me to that party. Or really anything that’s been happening these past couple of weeks,” Namjoon rolls his eyes and leans back into his seat.

“So what, you date an asshole in high school and now everyone’s the same? What have I done to suggest anything other than the fact that I like you?” Namjoon was starting to get frustrated now. Not that you were wrong, you were actually spot on, but no one had ever called him out like that before.

“You think you know me just because I don’t trust you? I don’t trust you because you haven’t given me a reason to,” Namjoon said nothing, pulling his wallet out of his pocket as he stood up. He pulled a 50 dollar bill out of his wallet and put it down on the table. “I don’t want your money, Namjoon, I'll pay –”

“Then the waitress can have a really nice tip. I’ll talk to you later,” And with that, he left, leaving you to sit alone at the table with your waffles, almost mad at yourself for snapping on him.

Namjoon on the other hand, was mad at himself for letting you become the only thing occupying his time. Sure, he had a game to win, but this wasn’t the only way to win, and with you even helping him study for his human rights classes when you were sitting in the library bored, his grades would no doubt beat yours.

He had spent so much time on you, he hadn’t bothered trying to get with anyone else. He hadn’t had sex in almost a month, which was practically unheard of for him. He needed to focus on himself, and the upcoming party regardless of your plans.

You couldn’t get the fight with Namjoon out of your head. Not that you actually cared about him, or anything, just that you felt like it may have gotten a bit heated a bit fast, and you couldn’t help but blame it on yourself. Namjoon really had been nothing but nice to you, except for those first couple of days, which to be fair, you had more fun with it than you had taken offense.

You knew who he was, and what he was known for, but he was nice to you, so you really shouldn’t have elevated things that quickly based off of your own opinions.

You and Jimin got ready for the party together. Jimin was essentially wear a t-shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket and somehow made it look like the most expensive outfit to have graced this planet, while you donned a black bodycon dress with doc martins, as you didn’t particularly feel like towering over everybody tonight. You both looked great, that much was obvious from all the attention the two of you got walking into the party.

This was always the case, you two were a powerhouse with unmatchable confidence with an expensive fashion sense (even though most of your wardrobe was thrifted).

You couldn’t help but look for Namjoon as you danced around with Jimin, hoping you could maybe corner him and apologize, but you couldn’t seem to find him as you scanned the ocean of people while taking a sip of your obscenely strong drink. Jimin had been watching you these past few weeks, noticing the increase in the amount of time you’d spent with Namjoon. He didn’t think it was the greatest idea, but you were stubborn; he knew the more he’d try to convince you to stop, the more you’d want to do it.

He wasn’t drinking as much as he would’ve, noticing you being less present with him than you normally be when with him at parties.

“Hey, babe, where are you?” Jimin snapped in your face as you leaned against the back of the couch, absentmindedly swirling your drink around in your cup as you looked around the room. You jumped slightly, turning to look back at Jimin who had a half smile on his face, eyes searching yours as you shook your head lightly, taking a sip.

“Sorry, just distracted,” Jimin grabbed the drink from your hand, taking a swig before putting it down on the table beside the couch before taking your hands in his and pulling you closer into him, a smirk taking over his face.

“I noticed that much, I was wondering what was doing the distracting,” He smiled gently as his hands found your waist and your hands wrapped around it neck, swaying gently back and forth to a song much faster and more upbeat than your movements.

“Just some school stuff,” you shrugged avoiding eye contact. Jimin leaned down slightly to make you look at him, and you smiled as soon as you did. His smile was always contagious, brightening his whole face and the room around him as he did.

“School stuff, huh? Is that his name now?” You rolled your eyes, trying to avert your gaze, but he stopped you, his hand leaving your waist for a moment to grab your chin and pull your face back before replacing his hand. “C’mon, dance with me,” His smile widened as he grabbed your hand, twirling you around before you started dancing faster, more in beat with the music.

Just as you were starting to loosen up, you noticed the man you’d been looking for all evening. Bright dimpled smile and wide eyes as he was speaking. You only needed to look over at him for a few more seconds before you noticed who he was talking to, and how he was talking to her. Leaning down to whisper in her ear as his hand squeezed into her hip. Her fingers traced along the side of his neck before he grabbed them, still smiling, and led her up the stairs next to them, stumbling their way up giggling and leaning on one another.

Your face fell lightly as you stilled, Jimin’s eyes following yours once he realized how stiff his dance partner was. He instantly tensed up as he saw what you did, and your reaction to it.

“Hey, why don’t we go get more drinks?” Jimin tried to distract you, pulling you into the kitchen with him before you gently pulled yourself out of his grasp, giving a half-hearted smile.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna go,” You looked around the ground, as if trying to collect yourself as you smoothed your dress down awkwardly. “I have some assignment’s I need to get started on and I’m already pretty tired—”

“Y/n, come on, just a little longer? The parties barely started; we were just having fun.”

“I know, I’m just kind of over it. Social battery ran out, you know?” He nodded, grabbing your hands and swinging them gently between the two.

“I get it. Let me walk you home,” you shook your head as you let go of his hands.

“No, you’re having fun, stay. It's not that late, I’ll be fine,” After going back and forth with him for a minute or two, Jimin finally let you go, but not before he gave you a long coat to cover up with. Your apartment wasn’t far from his house, but the walk gave you time to think. You can’t take your mind off of the way he looked at her; the way he touched her so casually.

You hated how much he affected you without even trying to. You weren’t supposed to let him get to you; you didn’t let him get to you. It was probably just the fight you had had yesterday. You had seen him as a friend after all, nothing else.

You just couldn’t seem to make the image of his lips brushing softly against her ear out of your head.

Note: Can you tell Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin was stuck in my head while writing this?

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