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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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You Look So Lovely, Darling (I’ll Love You for Lifetimes) - |BaL|

Kinda feels weird to be writing the proposal scene so early, but like? This drabble series is all out of order so whatever lmao :) enjoy some sweet nervous channie who just wants his proposal to be perfect <3

(and again, thanks to @deathbykpopboys for helping me work out this scene!! I LITERALLY owe you the world if you ever have ANY requests I'll be willing to write them :D)

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, slice of life, single parent!au

Triggers: cursing

Word Count: 2.9k

Chan just wants to give you a picture perfect proposal - why is that so hard?

SKZ Masterlist | Breathe, and Live | Touching Stars (TBZ teacher!au)

Proposing, Chan comes to learn, is no easy task.

It looks so simple in movies. One of the couple pulls a ring out of their pocket, kneels down in front of their significant other, and pops the question. There might be tears, but it always ends in pure joy.

Movies make it seem like a formula, a simple algorithm that Chan just has to follow in order to get this proposal right. In real life, though, Chan thinks he’s about to lose his mind.

Because movies don’t demonstrate how to act in front of an older brother very protective of his sister. They don’t show him how to talk to his children or hers, how best to ask them if they’re all right with gaining new siblings and a new parent. They don’t give him insight on how to pick the perfect god damn ring, something maybe reminiscent of the promise rings you both wear on chains around your necks, but also not too similar because what if you think he isn’t being creative?

And the worst thing is, they don’t tell him how to pick the perfect moment. They don’t tell him where to go, what ambience is right, whether or not little kids in the room will ruin the timing.

At this point, just thinking about proposing turns Chan into a stammering mess. Even though you’ve discussed marriage before, you haven’t made any large moves beyond that. Jisung and Felix have been calling you Mama for a bit, but Hyunjin has only just started calling him Papa, and mostly on accident (though each time he does, Chan’s heart fills with this overwhelming happiness that brings tears to his eyes). What if you decide now isn’t the right time? What if you decide you want to wait a little longer?

What if you decide Chan isn’t the right person for you?

That’s a question that plagues Chan every time his mind even brushes on the topic of marriage.

He loves you, though, he loves you so much. And he knows you’re the right partner for him, even if in the end you might decide he isn’t the right partner for you.

Patience, he tells himself, taking a deep breath. He really should be working on this new track, but instead, he’s staring into his hands, trying to map out the perfect proposal. Not too fast, Chan. Take it in steps.

The only problem is, step one scares him out of his wits.

. . . . .

Chan is a full year older than Minho, and then some. By all rights, he’s the elder, and he shouldn’t be as terrified of the younger man as he is.

Minho’s a scary person, though. He’s driven, concentrated, focused – it’s how he’s gotten so far as both a dancer and a father. Chan knows he’s hardworking, but Minho is just as much, if not more, than he is.

And he’s very protective of you.

(When Minho found out you two were dating, he told Chan, verbatim, “I won’t hesitate to take you to international waters, chop up your body, and toss the parts overboard if you hurt my sister.” Just thinking about the blank expression Minho had on when he spoke those words is almost enough to make Chan lose his nerve.)

But here he is, standing just outside of Minho’s studio, ready to knock. He’s sweating, not because it’s hot or anything (it’s actually pretty cold because Minho is weird like that), but just out of sheer nervousness. His heart feels like it’s pounding a mile a minute.

Oh, God. Chan raises his hand again to rap on the door. Stop thinking. Just do it.

He knocks.

A few seconds later, the dancer opens the door in all his sweaty glory. “Chan?”

“Yeah.” Chan tries to smile, but he’s pretty sure it just looks like a grimace. “Can I ask you something?”

A glint comes into Minho’s eyes. “Of course, come on in.” He opens the door widely, smiling in a distinctly cat-like fashion that is literally scrambling Chan’s brain.

Why does he look like he knows what Chan’s about to ask?

The door swings shut with a soft but audible click, and with the noise goes Chan’s last chance to run away.

“So?” Minho looks over once Chan’s inside the room. He’s enjoying this way too much.

There’s no way he doesn’t know what I want to ask.

“I… um, so I’ve been dating your sister for a few years,” Chan starts.

Minho actually snorts. “Yes, I’m aware.”

Chan can feel the tips of his ears turning bright red. “Right. Um, I just wanted your approval for – I’m planning to – well, with your permission, of course –”

The smirk on Minho’s face only grows with each stuttering word that comes out of Chan’s mouth. And in all honesty, he actually has no idea what he’s saying. All of the sentences he rehearsed in his head before coming here seem to have completely flown out of his brain, and from Minho’s expression, he just sounds like an idiot.

He keeps going anyway, because nervous Chan doesn’t always make the best decisions to make himself look good.

“Well – um, look, I just really love her a lot.” Chan looks down with the admission, knowing he’s definitely rambled too much already, but he needs to get on with it and ask the stupid question. “I… wantedtoaskifyouwouldbeokaywithmeaskingtomarryher.”

Minho leans forward, eyes innocently wide. “Sorry, I didn’t get that, can you repeat what you said again?”

Lee Minho, you are a grade-A asshole.

Face burning, Chan clears his throat. “I wanted to ask if you would be okay with me asking to marry her. Your sister, I mean.”

Silence. Minho leaves him in silence for five whole seconds which feel more like five millennia. Chan thinks he’s going to crumble into dust on the floor out of terror and embarrassment.

“Do you have a ring?” Minho finally asks.

Chan’s cheeks burn redder. “Not… not yet.”

“So you’ll need help picking one, then?” The dancer raises one perfect eyebrow.

“… Yes?”

“Beautiful. I’ll be there whenever you need me.” Minho smiles. “Anything else you wanted to ask?”

Chan just stands there, dumbfounded. “So… is your answer yes?”

The smile immediately drops off of Minho’s face, replaced by an eye roll and a sigh. “Yes, Bang Chan, you idiot.” He punches Chan’s shoulder. “No one’s ever going to fully deserve Y/N, but you’re the closest I think anyone’s going to get. You really thought I’d say no?”

Rubbing his arm, Chan smiles sheepishly. “You can’t blame me for being nervous.”

“What? Nervous, around me?” Minho laughs, sharp and loud. Even though Chan knows he’s teasing, it’s still a bit frightening. “Never would’ve thought that.”

“You’re just proving my point,” Chan says.

“No, I’m not.” Minho smiles, close-lipped and slit-eyed. It’s terrifying. “Now, off you go. And don’t come back unless you need help picking a ring!”

It takes Chan five minutes of sitting in the hallway, garnering strange looks from several people passing by, before his legs are stable enough to take him back to his own studio. Heart still pounding, he mentally crosses a line through step one.

Next comes step two. Chan purses his lips. Step two is a bit less scary than step one (mostly because it involves children and not Lee Minho), but no less challenging.

Well, he got through Minho. Chan sighs. He just has to hope that the kids will be as receptive to the idea of a new parent as Minho was to a brother-in-law.

. . . . .

The kids know that you and Chan are at least, in some shape or form, together. They might not understand the nuances, like how you’re technically dating but don’t always refer to yourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend (because it just feels so much deeper than that, somehow), but they understand that you two “like” each other (Jisung pretends to vomit every time he hears the word “love,” so Chan just uses the word “like” to avoid that) and thus live together.

They love it, most of the time. Hyunjin was a little put out when he found out he would have to share a room with two other boys, but after Minho moved out and Hyunjin realized he would get his uncle’s old (and slightly bigger) room, he happily accepted the new plan. Jisung and Felix were mostly just happy to live with their best friend.

(Children, Chan just thinks. They’re so easy and so hard to please.)

Of course, there are difficulties. Jisung’s sensitive and has more than once broken down when he thinks Chan isn’t giving him enough attention with a new boy in the household. Felix’s tantrums are rarer, but they exist, and Hyunjin is still getting used to sharing his mom with someone else.

They’re a family, though, a messy, mostly happy family that can pull together at the end of the day and whisper “I love yous” to each other before bedtime. And that’s something Chan values more than anything in the world.

Which is why obtaining his kids’ approval for officially tying the knot is something so important to him.

He gathers them together one day in the apartment with the promise of watching a cartoon show after he asks them something. Three pairs of big eyes stare up at him from the couch, and Chan feels his heart melting with love and racing with anxiety.

Chan takes a breath. “Do you know what marriage is?”

“Yeah!” Jisung pipes up. “It’s when a girl and a boy get together and kiss!”

The laughter spills out of Chan’s mouth before he can even think. “Well, not quite, Jisung,” he chokes out, trying to stifle his remaining giggles. “It’s when two people who love each other very much get together officially. Marriage can be between a woman and a man, a man and a man, or a woman and a woman. Any two people can get married.”

Three small heads bob their heads in understanding.

“I wanted to ask you three if you would be okay with me marrying Y/N.” Chan looks each of the boys in the eye. “Is it?”

Felix nods quickly. “Yes!”

Jisung furrows his eyebrows. “Are we still going to live together?”

Chan smiles. “Yes, Sungie.”

The other twin nods. “Okay!”

Hyunjin’s mouth pouts slightly. “Will I have to call you Papa?”

A little piece of Chan’s heart breaks, but he tries not to show it. “No, of course not, Hyunjin.” He smiles as brightly as he can. “You can keep calling me Channie or Uncle Channie or whatever you want. You don’t have to call me Papa if you don’t want to.”

Hyunjin’s round, dark eyes gaze into his with a solemnity Chan honestly didn’t know toddlers could have. “Do you want me to call you Papa?”

Oh, fuck.

What the hell does Chan say to that?

With a sigh, he decides to be honest. “I would love it if you did, Hyunjin, but like I said, you don’t have to. I’ll never force you to do something you really don’t want to.”

There are a few seconds of silence, then Hyunjin nods. “Okay. You can marry my Mama.”

A weight lifts itself off of Chan’s chest and he smiles, freer this time. “Thank you, kids. One more thing – don’t tell Y/N about this!” He looks into each of their eyes, trying to convey how serious he is but in a fun way. “It’s a secret, okay?”

“Like a spy mission?” Jisung bounces in excitement.

The smile on his face widens. “Yes, Sungie. Like a spy mission.” He looks at the other two boys. “Do you promise? Pinky promise?” He holds out his pinkie.

The three resulting shouts of “YES!” make Chan hope their neighbors won’t come knocking. But even if they did, Chan thinks, he wouldn’t care.

He’d go to the ends of the earth to defend these three kids, after all.

. . . . .

Step three goes by in a flash. Out of sheer anxiety, Chan actually takes a full day off from work and calls Minho for help in finding the perfect ring.

Miraculously, he finds something within his budget range – a silver band with a small diamond set in the center. It’s simple but elegant, and the diamond glints beautifully in the sunlight. Really, the ring matches the way Chan often finds himself summing up your existence.

So only the last step remains: the actual proposal.

Looking back, Chan has no idea why he thought each of the other steps was so stressful. This is pure stress, he thinks, waiting for the perfect time to pop the question. Should he plan something extravagant? Or should he just go with the flow? When is the perfect time, anyway? What constitutes “perfect” in your mind? In his?

Minho just tells him to wait for the moment he thinks is “right.” But what the hell does “right” even mean?

“You’ll figure it out.” The dancer gives Chan a bright grin, patting his shoulder. “And if you don’t, I’ll tear you limb from limb.”

Chan just puts his face in his hands and screams.

. . . . .

When Chan proposes, the sky is dark. The kids are already tucked in bed, and you’re sitting on the couch, leaning into his shoulder as you mindlessly scroll through your phone.

Absently strumming his guitar, Chan smiles down at your face, illuminated by your phone’s glow. As if sensing him staring, you look up as well. “Sing me something?” you murmur.

“Of course, love.” He leans down to kiss the top of your head. “What song?”

“Anything you choose,” you reply. “Anything.”

Chan thinks for a moment, then starts strumming the instrument.

Softly, with mood, tightly hug her

Use it once a day, every day…

When your eyes meet hers, smile.

The characteristic chords of one of your favorite songs make you relax even further into Chan’s body, a smile blooming across your face. He badly wants to stop playing and just kiss you good and full, but he keeps his fingers strumming the guitar.

Let her breathe under a different sky, a different wind,

Sometimes, kiss her without a plan…

Chan almost stops playing.

Without a plan.

He doesn’t have a plan. He doesn’t have any proper plan on how he’s going to pull the little box out of his pocket and ask the question. But now…

Maybe he’s got an idea.

The final chords die away, and Chan finally gets his long-awaited kiss when you sit up lethargically, pressing your lips to his softly. “Are you awake enough for one more?” he whispers when you pull away.

“Mm, one more.” You nod happily, snuggling back into his side. “Then sleep.”

Chan takes a breath. One chance, Chan. This is your chance.

His fingers start strumming a song very familiar by now to him and the boys. From the way your eyes light up, you recognize it too.

It doesn’t have words. It’s just a collection of guitar chords, hastily arranged in a sweet, rough melody. In the track version, it would have piano, but because Chan only has two hands, he has to make do with just the strings of the guitar.

It’s the first song he ever wrote for his twins, the song he created that day so many years ago when they weren’t even born, when they were still kicking in their mother’s stomach. They think of it as their family song, the song he plays when the twins are sad, when they can’t get to sleep, or when they just want to hear something nice.

The last strains of the song fade away and Chan looks at you to see a tear glittering on your cheek. “You play that when the boys are sad,” is all you say. “It’s your family song.”

Chan smiles softly. “But you’re part of the family too.”

When he pulls out the box, your eyes widen. “Chan –”

“Shh.” He presses a finger gently to your lips. “Y/N, the past few years you’ve been with me have been some of the best of my life, and I can’t ever thank you enough for staying with me all this time.” There’s a tear welling up in Chan’s eye, but he blinks it away. “I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, if you would marry me.”

There’s a moment of silence that nearly gives Chan a heart attack. What if you say no?

“You – you stupid romantic sap.” The tears are really sliding down your cheeks now, but your mouth is smiling wide. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Chan. I’ll marry you.”

Chan can’t speak as he slides the ring onto your finger with trembling hands. Throat choked, he can only pull you close, burying his face in your shoulder as your tears soak his shirt. “I love you so much,” you whisper.

He pulls back just enough for to see your eyes sparkling with love, so much love. Your touch intoxicates him, with your fingers pressing gently against his skin as you press your lips to his in a sweet, sweet kiss.

Yes, he thinks. You’re the right partner for him.

The perfect partner for him.

Teary-eyed, he smiles. “I love you too.”

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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The Phone Call

Requested?: yes! a very nice nonnie requested a julie x fem!reader, and i just loved it too much not to write. have some wholesome content!!!

Word Count: 3.4K+

Author’s Note: so, this is my first time writing for a female character x reader, and i really loved it, sort of bringing this story to the forefront, and getting to write Julie. i don’t think this is a character i’ll write for as often as the jatp guys, but it was still super duper fun!

Warning: it’s just a whole buncha floof.

have some masterlist while you’re here.

It was actually quite fortunate that Julie’s phone rang in the middle of practice.

The ringtone put a halt to Alex’s drum beat and Reggie’s baseline, the band in the middle of a song when the device began vibrating atop Julie’s music stand perched before her piano. The air quickly grew quiet, three pairs of eyes falling onto Julie as they waited for her to silence her phone, to apologise and get back into the song. They had a strict ‘Do Not Disturb’ policy on band time, one put in place mainly because Flynn had a habit of turning up out of the blue and derailing practice with antics.

“Well?” Luke said after four rings, Julie looking over and registering the name as the ringtone continued to blare out. The look on the guitarist’s face was one shared by her other band mates: they were mid-practice, they had a gig that night, and they couldn’t afford to mess up with talent scouts in the crowd. They had kicked out Flynn already, and had locked the doors to the garage to minimise disturbance from Ray or Carlos, and while they were already playing the song well, they shared the sentiment that the performance that night needed to be great.

But it was a name that made her smile, brought a warmth to Julie’s heart and butterflies to her stomach. She still wasn’t quite used to it, seeing that name on her screen, despite it being a regular occurrence for months now: it still gave Julie that giddy feeling whenever it popped up on her caller ID.

Julie glanced up at her friends, her band, all waiting for her to hang up as the ringtone repeated for a sixth time: but in a split second decision, she reached out and pressed answer on the call, causing Luke to guffaw.

“What are you-”

“How’s my light in this dreary excuse for a life doing?” Julie asked down the phone, causing her band mates to hold back on their berating as she put the call on speaker, biting her lip as she tucked her hands under her thighs, her eyes on the guys as the response came through.

“You say that like you’re not the superstar here, Molina.” And simultaneously, Julie watched the jaws of her three ghost guys drop at the sound of a girl’s voice coming from the other side of the phone. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” She asked Julie, a waver of nerves in her voice. “I wasn’t sure when you were starting rehearsal today.”

“You’re all good, we’re taking a break.” Julie half-lied: the boys had certainly dropped their interest in practice upon the beginning of the phone call. “What’s the matter, ¿cariña?” She asked, watching Alex silently jump up from his seat and walk over to join Luke and Reggie in the room’s centre, three pairs of eyes watching Julie with matching expressions of dumbfounded confusion.

“W-well. Two things.” The voice spoke again, giggling a little in response to the pet name, and in turn causing Julie to blush. “I’m sorry I didn’t call last night; I fell asleep doing Chemistry homework.” The girl admitted, and Julie let out a laugh. “And second: about this gig tonight… What do you want me to wear?” she asked, but before Julie could respond, the girl continued. “Like, what says ‘hi, I’m Julie’s girlfriend but I’m super cool and chill and not at all weird in any way’? I mean, I don’t know how to dress for meeting Flynn, let alone meeting your ghost band mates…”

Julie watched Reggie and Alex silently scream at one another, the former beginning to bounce around the room as Luke just sat himself down on the coffee table from shock at the revelation.

“Y/N, whatever you wear, the guys will love it.” Julie was reassuring in her tone, her words sincere and sweet. “Oh! What about the blue polka dot dress, the one you wore on our picnic date?” She suggested, trying to ignore the borderline meltdown Reggie was having as she spoke, their bassist having grabbed a pillow from the couch and clutching it to his chest, his eyes nearly teary as he watched the phone call unfold.

“Oh, I love that one!” The girl, Y/N, squealed from down the phone, the sound of rustling and thuds coming from down the line, followed by a quick ‘oopsie daisy’, Julie smiling at the noise of her girlfriend’s clumsiness. “Found it! Ok, phew, thank you baby. I’m still meeting you there at 6, right?”

“Yep, if you come round to the side door I’ll make sure that security let you in.” Julie replied with a squeak of her own.

“This is so exciting! I mean, finally meeting all your friends, your family…” Y/N exclaimed, but quickly fell silent on the other end of the phone. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked in a nervous tone. “I mean, this is sort of it for you, coming out…”

It was true, Julie wasn’t publicly out. But now, with her band mates listening in and with two of the three flapping about the room like headless chickens from the shock of it, the cat was, sort of, out of the bag at that point.

“I’m sure.” Julie said quickly, nodding along as she spoke. “I should get back to practice now, the guys are waiting.” She said quickly, rounding off the call.

“Oh, of course, of course! I uh, I’ll see you tonight.” And with that, the phone call ended.

And chaos ensued.

“JULIE YOU HAVE TO TELL US EVERYTHING!” Reggie yelled the moment the dial tone sounded, rushing forward as Julie stood herself up, his hands gripping her shoulders and shaking the poor girl.

“You have a girlfriend…” Luke muttered softly; his eyes fixed on the ground as he processed.

“When did you meet? How old is she? Can we see pictures?” Alex asked, slightly less hyper than the bassist, who was quite clearly ecstatic about the news.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Does she go to Los Feliz? Does she like music? Can she play too?” Reggie asked question after question, having to stop for a moment to catch his breath as Julie was finally given release from the boy’s grip and allowed to focus back on the room, on her friends. “Does she like puppies?!”

“You have a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?” Luke was standing now, and Alex and Reggie halted their questions to pay attention to their guitarist. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, a look of introspection in his face: eyebrows furrowed, that familiar grumpy frown he had patented, and Julie’s face softened at the sight. “Julie, why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“I just…” The question hung in the air as Julie tried to articulate her answer, the boys all stood across from her in a row, patient in waiting for her response. “I wanted to tell you guys… I just, I wasn’t ready yet.” It was a simple response, and she watched Luke as he took it in and processed it, wondering what the boy was thinking.

Luke accepted Alex, he himself was queer, surely he would accept and respect Julie’s relationship too… Right?

“Does she make you happy?” He asked after a minute or so of pondering, coming over and taking Julie’s hand in his, giving it a squeeze as he activated best friend mode.

“Yeah… She really does.” Julie said back, her voice no more than a whisper as she found herself getting a little choked up, a lump in her throat and happy tears brimming in her eyes as she watched Luke’s frown turn into a cheesy grin, the boy wrapping his arms around his friend and enveloping her in a tight hug, that Alex and Reggie soon joined in on. They squeezed her, surrounding the smaller girl and smothering her, quite literally, with affection and acceptance and their pride in her. “I need… to breathe…” She managed to croak, the four quickly breaking apart and muttering apologies.

“So… Tell us about her.” Alex said with a smile, Julie sitting herself down on the coffee table as the boys clambered onto the couch, wide eyed and eager to hear about this mystery girl who had Julie feeling all gooey inside.

“Yes please! Full biography, if you don’t mind. Name, age, school, interests, family, medical background, music taste, does she like puppies, is she a sock, sock, shoe, shoe person or sock, shoe, sock, shoe … The important stuff.” Reggie added on, and Julie couldn’t help but laugh at her friends, all leaning forward to make sure they didn’t miss a word.

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“It’s alright, Y/N, you’ve got this. It’s just… It’s just another day…” The whispers of self-encouragement echoed through the back alley later that night as the teen made her way towards the side entrance to the venue. “You’re just seeing your girlfriend… Just watching her in concert, again…” Y/N wasn’t usually so nervous, but ever since she and Julie had begun dating a few months before, the nerves always seemed to build up before seeing her. Tonight, knowing she would not only be meeting Julie’s dad and brother, but her friends? It had Y/N in a bit of a panic, stopping as she passed by a window to look herself over in the reflection, fixing her hair for the twentieth time on her walk over, and pulling a tube of lipstick from her purse to reapply. “You’ve got this, come on Y/N… You wouldn’t be meeting them if you and Julie weren’t in a good place.” She reminded herself softly and let out a sigh.

“Can I help you?” a voice behind Y/N asked, causing her to spin and come face to face with a girl her age. She too was dressed for the concert that night, wearing a Julie and the Phantoms t-shirt under a pinafore dress. “You said Julie, just now… Are you looking for her? Is she expecting you?” She asked again, and Y/N eyes did another scan of the girl, her face immediately coming to mind from Julie’s Instagram: this was Flynn. Her girlfriend’s oldest friend was right in front of her.

“Uh, I uh…” Y/N stuttered, Flynn looking her over with a concern.

“You don’t look good… Why don’t we get you inside? Get you some water?” Flynn offered, taking Y/N’s forearm in her grip and gently coaxing her for the nearby side entrance to the venue, Y/N taking one last glance at the crowds gathering for the concert on the main street before she was led into the venue and down a spiral staircase. “You’re lucky I found you, the security team are super strict here.” Flynn explained to Y/N, the stranger, like the two were old friends, veering to the right and leading her into a rather fancy looking dressing room. “Here…” Flynn let go of her arm to rush over and grab Y/N a bottle of water, passing it over quickly, and watching as Y/N quickly downed half the bottle to try and combat her anxiety.

“Thank you…” Y/N managed after taking a gulping breath.

“Not a problem. So, you’re looking for Julie?” Flynn asked again, and Y/N nodded. “I probably should have checked you weren’t a crazy stalker first before inviting you in, huh? What’s your name?” Flynn hurried herself around the dressing room, collecting cables and a guitar before heading back for the room’s door.

“Y/N… Do you need a hand?” She came out of her nerves to catch the guitar about to slip from under Flynn’s arm, the pair sharing a wary smile.

“Yes, I do, it seems. Well, Y/N, follow me. Julie and the guys are running through their sound check, I’ll deliver you to her.” Flynn grinned, starting a jog back up the corridor they had just come down, Y/N prompted to stick to the girl’s heels. Y/N couldn’t help but admire the girl’s easy manner, how, like Julie, she could settle her nerves with no effort. They followed another corridor along the floor as they passed by the staircase they had descended, quickly coming to a large black door that Flynn kicked open with her foot.

Suddenly, Y/N was hit by a wall of sound: of a perfect culmination of guitar and bass and drums and piano, paired with the angelic voice Y/N knew all too well. It knocked her off balance for a moment, and she clung tight to the guitar charged into her possession, worried she might drop it from the sheer euphoria she got listening to Julie’s voice. She felt like she was floating above the ground as Flynn directed her towards the source of the music, trying to stop herself rushing onto the stage when she spotted her girlfriend.

“We're all bright now, what a sight now, coming out like we're fireworks. Marching on proud, turn it up loud, ‘cause now we know what we're worth.” Julie sang out as she played alongside herself, radiating an energy that left the whole room smiling as they watched on: from the sound techs to the bartenders setting up for the incoming crowd.

“We know we can make it we’re not falling down under, close my eyes and feel my chest beating like thunder.” The boy on guitar, who Y/N remembered was Luke, joined in on the vocals with Julie, who took the harmony, the pair meeting in the centre of the stage to sing together on Julie’s mic. “I wanna fly, come alive…” Luke quickly fell away again, Julie’s attention turning to movement in her peripheral as Flynn set down the cables she had brought along and removed the guitar from Y/N’s hands.

“Watch me shine!” Julie sang out as her eyes landed on Y/N, a smile bursting onto her face as she recognised her girlfriend, waving quickly at her. Y/N waved back, biting her lip to stop herself for laughing at Julie’s adorable demeanour.

“I got a spark in me, hands up if you can see. And you're a part of me, hands up if you're with me. Now 'til eternity, hands up if you believe. Been so long, and now we're finally free.” The whole band sang along on the chorus line, Julie’s attention on the wings quickly drawing the guys’ eyes there as well, to the girl stood at Flynn’s side in a polka dot dress, watching Julie like she was the only girl in the world. “I got a spark in me, hands up if you can see. And you're a part of me, hands up if you're with me. Now 'til eternity, hands up if you believe. Been so long, and now we're finally free.”

As they sang the chorus a second time in lead up to the song’s bridge, Luke rushed across the stage, Reggie on his tail as they both came into the wings.

Y/N and Flynn weren’t quite sure how to react to the pair bounding over, nor did they know what to do as the boys grabbed onto Y/N’s arms and pulled her onto the stage, placing her right in the middle where Julie stood. That afternoon, after the phone call, Julie had been badgered into telling her friends everything and anything about her girlfriend: including the fact that Y/N was a big fan of their music, and that she could sing.

“I got a spark in me.” Julie sang into the mic, taking a nervous breath before holding her hand out to Y/N, the pair quickly interlocking fingers and stepping closer together, Julie offering the microphone for Y/N to sing into. “I got a spark in me.” She echoed back a harmony line, nervously, but the smile on Julie’s face was enough to banished her worries, even if just for a moment. “And you're a part of me.” “And you're a part of me.” “Now 'til eternity.” “Now 'til eternity.” “Been so long, and now we're finally free.” Julie sang out, laughing as Y/N took the chance to spin Julie under her arm, neither caring to notice the grinning faces of the boys behind them, or the shock that plastered Flynn’s face, alongside Carlos, Ray and Julie’s tía Victoria, who had just walked in with pizza for the kids. It was like they were in their own little world, and as the song came to a close, the final chorus sang amidst Y/N and Julie’s dancing, both girls were left a little breathless from their bouncing, not to mention the butterflies bubbling inside each of them any time they looked at the other.

With a final bang of the drums closing up the song, reality quickly came back to the girls, Y/N dropping Julie’s hand as she quickly turned to see the one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… pair of eyes on her and Julie, and that was without mentioning the staff working that night.

“Um, guys…” Julie started, taking a step to the side to get the boys, Flynn and her family into her view, with Y/N in the centre of it all. “This is Y/N…” She said again, chewing on her bottom lip as confused waves were passed between the group.

“Hello.” Y/N said, glancing back at the guys and waving nervously to them as well, all three of the gathered on Alex’s drum stand and waving back.

“Y/N… Y/N is my girlfriend.”

There was silence, no-one quite sure who had superiority on speaking first, but Julie decided to cement the fact her statement provided by walking back to Y/N and interlocking their hands once more, the pair smiling at one another. While the boys behind them and Flynn were grinning like crazy, Julie and Y/N’s focus had fallen onto her family, who stood on the main floor before the stage. Ray shared a glance with Victoria, and for a moment Y/N expected the absolute worst.

“I’m really glad we bought extra pizza.” Ray said with a smile, flooding both the girls with relief as he made his way up onto the stage. “Maybe tell me next time your girlfriend comes along, mi hija: I’m not going to be this well-prepared every time.” He added, setting the pizzas down on the piano stool and jogging over to embrace Y/N in a firm embrace alongside Julie, the girls hugging back in response. “I’m Ray, Julie’s dad.”

“I know. It’s nice to meet you Mr Molina.” Y/N responded mid-hug.

“You know, the fact that the guys knew before I did is honestly insulting Julie.” Flynn spoke up as Ray pulled back from the hug, Flynn coming in for her own with Y/N. “I can’t believe those idiots got to meet you before I did.”

“O-oh, I… I haven’t met them before.” Y/N admitted, looking up as the guys came over. “I have no clue how they know.”

“That… That was me…” Julie admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“When you called today, you interrupted practice.” Reggie said rather loudly. “Julie put you on speaker, we heard the whole thing. I had a meltdown.”

“The outfit definitely gives ‘cool and chill and not weird in any way’ vibes you were going for.” Luke added, and Y/N went pink in the cheeks.

“Sorry about them.” Alex interrupted, holding out a hand that Y/N shook quickly. “I’m Alex. Thing 1 is Luke; Thing 2 is Reggie. They have no filter.” He said with a smile and shrug, only to watch Y/N look down at their connected hands, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Julie, baby,” Y//N said softly, getting a blush on her girlfriend’s cheeks and earning coos from the rest of the group. “I thought you said they were ghosts?” She whispered, glancing over to Ray, Carlos and Victoria, who were dishing out pizza and drinks. “Now, I might be wrong… But isn’t the whole thing that you can’t touch them?”

“Yeah, they kind of are? It’s a long story, definitely one that needs explaining…” Julie answered quickly, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek that froze the girl in surprise. “But that’s for another time.”

“Yep, ok.” Y/N grinned, willing to agree to whatever Julie said without resistance. Ray called the six of them over for pizza at the far side of the stage.

As Julie and Y/N headed over, hand in hand, their heads resting against one another’s as they went, Luke, Reggie, Alex and Flynn watched on, sharing grins between themselves and mouthings of ‘oh my God’. It was nice for all of them, Julie’s family included, to see their star, their Julie, so happy.

And from then on, Julie was Y/N’s Julie too: because if the way those girls looked at each other wasn’t love, then, well, none of them were quite sure what love could be.

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captainsolare · 3 years

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Hellooo! (´∀｀)♡

Happy birthday and Happy anniversary!!!!🎂🎉🎊

For your event, could I get William Vangeance fluff? Roll 2 times for AU, 2 times for dialogue prompt, and 2 times for trope.

Thank you!! Have a great day💕

A/N: Hi Kei!! Thanks so much, have a great day as well 💖💖

William Fluff + Childhood Friends AU! + rivals to lovers + "You better buy me dinner first."

(William might be a little ooc here, but I'd like to think that he'd be more open and animated around someone he'd known for a long time)

“William,” you groaned, slumping over the back of his chair, “Why do we have to go to these meetings? They’re literally the same every time.”

William glanced up from his paperwork to smile at you over his shoulder, “There there, I know you’re allergic to responsibility, but this is just part of the job. You decided to say yes when Julius offered it to you.”

Huffing, you crossed your arms, lips pursed into a pout, “I know I did, but that doesn’t make me any more enthused about this.”

William couldn’t help but chuckle at the familiar look on your face; you’d worn the same expression as a child when you were told that you had to complete your schoolwork before you could go play. Your pout turned into a sour expression as you saw him laughing at you. Leaning closer you smacked him on the arm, then ran before he could hit you back.

“Serves you right!” You yelled, taking off down the hallway. William jogged after you, shaking his head as you ran further and further ahead.

You skidded to a halt outside the captains’ meeting room, narrowly avoiding crashing into Marx. He raised an eyebrow, “Running from William again?”

Scratching your neck you scrunched your nose nervously, “Maybe.”

Marx stepped aside,muttering under his breath about how you were as bad as Julius, allowing you to enter the room.

“You know, it would suit captains to act with more decorum,” Nozel said pointedly once you sat down.

Rather than dignifying him with a vocal response, you stuck your tongue out at him, much to Yami’s delight.

“Haha Y/N got you good, Braid Face.”

Nozel glared at him, but Julius entered the room before he could respond.

This meeting was as boring as all the others but you forced yourself to pay attention, after all, you had to get through this meeting in order to get on with the rest of your evening.

The meeting ended and most of the captains left, but you lingered in the doorway, waiting for William as he talked with Julius. It was almost time.

William’s face brightened as he noticed you in the doorway and he strode to meet you.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” He commented, your footsteps echoing in the marble hallway.

“I know.”

William narrowed his eyes, shooting you a glance, “What do you need?”

You gave him a mock offended look, “Oh you wound me! Can’t I just want to walk with my childhood friend?”

William gave you a pointed look, “I think I know you well enough to know when you have an ulterior motive.”

You chuckled, “Well I should hope so, we met how many years ago?”

William laughed, shaking his head, “Too many.”

Your footsteps paused, and William came to an abrupt halt, “I… actually did need something. Well, it’s more like a want.”

He studied your expression carefully, nodding at you to continue.

“Well… could you do that thing? The one we did as kids?”

A wave of relief washed over him, “That’s all? I thought something was wrong, or that you were going to tell me you loved me or something.”

You rolled your eyes, “Like that would happen. Anyway, is that a yes?”

“Yes, but you better buy me dinner first.”

“Deal! Race you!” You took off like a shot, legs carrying you as fast as they would go.

He caught up to you easily, and you both ignored the several shocked looks from the townspeople you barrelled past.

Stopping outside the restaurant, William opened the door for you with a cheeky grin.

“I won as usual.” He said, a hint of pride creeping into his voice.

You snorted, “Don’t get too cocky, I beat you earlier.”

He gave you an incredulous look, “That was only because you played a cheap trick!”

“Nonsense, I did no such thing.”

When dinner was over, the stars were out and you couldn’t help the way you were buzzing with excitement as you set off for an empty field.

William held his hands out, eyes scrunching with concentration; a tall tree emerged from the ground branches reaching high into the sky when he finished.

You and William climbed the tree, choosing branches to sit upon. Your backs rested against the tree and you fixed your gaze on the sky. The wind blew the leaves gently, creating a pleasant rustling sound.

“Remember when we talked about our dreams up here?” You asked.

“Of course, we both want to be the Wizard King,” William said. You could tell he was smiling, even though you weren’t looking at him.

“No, not that dream, the other one.” You said, your heart was beginning to pound now, you weren’t sure if this was a mistake or not.

William sucked in a breath when he remembered which one you were talking about.

“The one where we both wanted to be in love someday?” He asked softly, “Did you find someone?”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see it, “I think so.”

He swallowed, “I see. Are they a good person?” He hoped you couldn’t hear the way his words were tinged with sadness; he’d always known this day would come, you’d fall for someone who wasn’t him, but that didn’t make him any more prepared for it.

You laughed softly, “They’re the best.”

He breathed in sharply, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. “I see. When did you realize you loved them?”

“I only realized it recently,” Your voice was soft, but he could hear the smile that was in it. “But, I think I’ve always been in love with them. We’ve grown rather close, and I can’t imagine my life without them.”

William felt a pang in his chest at your words, it was painfully obvious how in love you were.

“Well, that’s great,” He smiled sadly, “I’m really happy for you, I’m sure you’ll have a happy life together.”

“I hope so, I just hope we can work out our schedules. We’re both captains you see.”

William nearly fell out of the tree; you were in love with another captain? Who could it be? Was it Fuegoleon, Yami, or heaven forbid, Nozel?

“You’re--- you’re in love with a captain?” William sputtered, leaning over so he could look at your face.

You blinked, “Yes, didn’t I just say that?”

William blinked several times from the shock, “May I ask who it is?”

“Sure.”

He took a deep breath, “Okay. Is it Yami?”

“Nope.”

“Fuegoleon?”

“No. He’s way too proper for me.”

“Kaiser?”

“William, he’s married.”

“Right. Is it Jack?” You could tell he was trying hard not to judge you if your answer was yes to this question, but you knew your rival and friend too well at this point for him to hide it.

Sure, you could just put the poor man out of his misery and tell him the truth, but where was the fun in that?

“Yes.” You said, deadpan. William fixed you with such a shocked expression, you couldn’t help but laugh and drop the facade.

“William, I'm joking. Do you honestly think I would speak so tenderly of Jack of all people? Keep going.”

William shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts of you with Jack from his brain.

“Okay, is it Nozel?” He nodded at your look of disgust and kept going, “Rill?”

“No way.”

“Charlotte?” At this point William was beginning to panic, he was quickly running out of people to name.

“No.”

“Dorothy?”

“Not her either.”

“Then who?! That’s everyone!”

You chuckled, “Aren’t you forgetting about someone?”

William glanced around, trying to think of who he was forgetting. Suddenly he gasped, “Is it… is it Julius?!”

You erupted into an uncontrollable fit of laughter at his words, and William felt his cheeks grow hot.

“Y/N, are you messing with me right now? I’ve quite literally named everyone that’s a captain.”

Your laughter stopped as you realized he couldn’t picture that the person you were talking about could be him.

You took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of your nose to try to collect yourself.

“You know William, for a captain you’re really quite dense.”

William looked at you with a dumbfounded expression, “How am I dense? You’re the one who’s spent the last 10 minutes laughing at my expense.” He yelled indignantly, watching as you tried to stifle a snicker.

“William Vangeance! Did you really just forget that your title is ‘Captain William Vangeance’?”

William blinked, “What? No of course not, I’m the captain of the Golden Dawn!”

You flipped your hand over, staring at him, “Exactly.”

He looked at you puzzled, then, the realization hit him. The mysterious captain you were supposedly in love with... was him.

He sucked in a breath, mind racing. “Wait so… Wait… Really?”

You nodded, “Obviously you idiot,” but there was no malice behind your insult, “Who else would it be but you?” you continued quietly, fingertips gently brushing his.

The contact made him shiver, and you stared at each other for a long moment.

William looked away, cheeks dusted with an uncharacteristic shade of pink, “I… I’m in love with you too. Always have been.”

You smiled, a teasing glint in your eye, “Good, because you know Yami would have killed you for breaking my heart otherwise.”

He smiled, the picture of Yami fighting for your heart as the third member of your haphazard trio an amusing one.

He gently intertwined your fingers with his, “Do you want me to walk you back home?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

William gently lowered the tree so you could safely hop down.

Your fingers brushed as you walked to your base, the empty streets peaceful at this hour.

“I do believe I won this time.” You commented, smacking him gently on the arm.

William gave you a sideways glance and a smile, “And what did you win this time?”

You turned, giving him a cheeky grin, “I won your heart.”

“Quit being cheesy, I won your heart too.”

You reached the door to your base and he gently grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it gently.

“Goodnight Captain Y/L/N.”

“Goodnight Captain Vangeance.”

#william vangeance x reader #william fluff #black clover william #gender neutral reader #rivals to lovers #aurora borealis #planet fate

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kreidewaltz · 3 years

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christmas rush | s.r.

pairing. suna rintarou x gn!reader

about. after your interesting encounter with the suna sublings, he texted you to meet up at the station and you let him come along to experience what christmas is to you.

word count. 3.1k

genre & warnings. fluff. strangers to friends. mutual pining. suna's sister is cute. timeskip. vague mention of atsumu and msby jackals.

author’s note. my secret santa fic for you @avantaes for the happy holidays exchange of alice's server <3 sorry if i slip up on the pronouns, i'm trying out writing a gn!reader eheh thank you to @haikyuu-is-for-lovers for beta-ing this fic ily this is a part of the haikyuu holidays collab which you can check here!

“have a merry christmas!” you say, waving at the girl who looks at you with bright, sparkling eyes that makes your heart warm. her parents, sliding money onto the counter and giving you two heartwarming smiles, stepped away from the store before you could decline and give it back to the family. clasping your hands for a moment, you squeal and shake your co-worker’s shoulders, resulting in you messing up his bright red cap, showing off your two thousand yen, and doing the thing where you swipe the money off your palm.

“look, look! I’ve got tips, ‘samu!” you exclaim, your voice getting a pitch higher because you can’t contain your excitement from doing well on being a cashier today. it drains your energy from repeatedly talking and keeping up a persona in front of other people to live up to the reputation of the toy store. the jar on your counter filled with crumpled money and coins makes you confident and you excitedly bounce on the wooden chair. he provides you a thumbs up along with a soft smile on his exhausted face before the ringing bell and chatter of people startles you both in your places.

another christmas rush, you both ponder.

you prepare yourself by cracking your fingers and stretching for a minute since you’re experienced in the working field– demanding customers, stubborn and loud children, and oldies who whisper and say they know everything about working. both of you have gone through that and it seems fate throws another batch of those people. turning your head and seeing him staring back at you with determination bubbling on his eyes cracks a smile on your dull face.

“osamu, let’s ditch work and celebrate together.” you say, voice lowered to a whisper as you jutted out your bottom lip while waiting for the customers since they take their time picking out plushies or christmas cards. osamu chuckles, his hand playfully punching your arm and murmuring under his breath how you’re confusing which made you step on his white shoes. the look of horror forming on his face is more than enough to leave you satisfied with your revenge, which was childish to begin with. you whisper three, two, one before hearing the bells, indicating that customers are coming in. you mentally prepare yourself for another continuous rush.

"spare us ten minutes?" the voice asks, making you startled on your chair and a small smile appear on your face to assist the last customer for the night. there are still people in the mall, but the store got quiet after the rush earlier, so this was expected. but the person got you dumbfounded. locking eyes with the man had you unconsciously gulping because you’d heard of him from your co-worker.

"suna rintarou..?" muttering to yourself and giving him a subtle nod, your tired eyes move to the glass door and a sigh leaves your chapped lips - seeing no one handling the fans is arduous. arching your back for a moment to stretch and feeling your bones crack brings contentment because standing and moving around for eight hours isn’t a pleasant experience. because of the beige bucket hat he’s wearing, you can’t see his expression clearly, but his lips are pressed together and there’s no brightness forming in his eyes.

the hell? he should be excited about the christmas season!

“taro-nii, let’s go!” a gentle yet loud voice breaks your stretching and you instantly see the resemblance of the volleyball player to his sister, who looks adorable in her olive green sweater and the hair clips resting on her hair, making her stylish at a young age. hearing “wish me luck!” produces chuckles from you because of his monotone voice in contrast to his sister’s. and because you know he’ll be dragged around in the store, your exhausted eyes meet his, a mix of gray and yellow which is beautiful, you muse to yourself.

as the siblings disappeared on the aisle, you instantly nudge osamu’s waist with your elbow and lean forward to remove his cap since he angles it in a way his eyes are covered.

“‘samu! he’s hot.” cupping your cheeks before shrieking and shaking your head in disbelief, you bite on your lip to prevent squealing because you two made eye contact earlier, chuckling at the way it’s obvious he didn’t want to be here. the fact that he’s wearing a bucket hat made your palms clammy, picturing him in your mind while swooning over him for the next couple of hours.

“you do remember that he attended inarizaki, right?” your eyes widen like the dangling christmas balls hanging on the ceiling— leaving your mouth open and desperately trying to recall your high school, which is evident due to the furrow of your eyebrows and the continuous bouncing your left leg.

“wait.. you’re kidding right? i’m sure i would’ve seen him somewhere!”

with your voice turning to a low whisper, you scoot your chair closer to osamu’s because there’s a possibility the other volleyball player could hear you— and you don’t want that to happen.

in your mind, you’re weighing the pros and cons: he’s in the toy aisle and probably helping his sister to pick toys, there’s upbeat christmas songs playing in the store, and add the indistinct yet loud chatter of people in the mall... it's possible that he wouldn't hear you, but you won't take risk— not for now.

“you could, but you didn’t.” throwing a harsh glare in his direction, but reconciling by giving a peace sign after, you recognize that osamu’s words are the truth, but the underlying tone of cockiness didn’t go unnoticed. by nature, you are observant, after all. even if your co-worker denies he’s similar to the nosy blonde that is his brother, but there are some things you couldn’t help but notice, they both love teasing, only osamu is lowkey about it.

“you’re a literary type of girl, so it makes sense you didn’t watch our game... don’t even say i didn’t invite you.”

“studying is important, you idiot!” crossing your arms and rolling the stack of papers laying on the counter before slamming it on his head with little force, you pout in distress, only because if you’d attended the games, you could’ve seen suna around the high school, or admired him while he’d practice and get lost in his voice whenever he’d speak.

“why are we even talking about me! we should talk about your cru—“

“excuse me but..” a familiar voice interrupted your playful banter and you had to clutch your stomach because of who’s laid in front of your eyes. the glint forming in your eyes makes suna annoyed and let out a tsk, but he didn’t move because his sister was currently fawning over the toys that she’d add to her new collection.

“osamu, don’t just stand there.” you nudge your co-worker to help his friend, but instead he leaned over the counter and whispered something to suna, and the sly smirks forming on their faces makes your toes curl on your shoes in nervousness and the countless worries are starting to overlap in your head.

you couldn’t help it, you’re a natural overthinker.

“alright! suna, you’re in good hands.” osamu’s hand gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before he disappears through the backdoor. you watch, tapping your fingers on your thighs to the beat of the cheerful christmas song playing right now.

“taro-nii, give it already!” his sister’s voice made you hold back a laugh by lowering your head, and you went to help him scoot over the toys and candies onto the counter. there are plushies on his hand, biscuits squished by his elbow and a reindeer headband he’s wearing which isn’t that neat— you assume his sister put it on and kept being persistent. plus, his soft brown hair looks all over the place.

“look, look! this is cute, right?” his energetic sister beams at you, her small hands holding the fox plushie with a proud smile on her face. you leaned more onto the counter to pat her head, her giggles due to your head pat making you giddy inside. she’s courteous and well behaved; her natural bright energy gives off a great aura.

“yes! it’s so adorable like you!” patting her head once more and gently grabbing the toy from her, the literal sparkles present in her eyes make you snicker and scan the tags of the items quickly, giving the fox plushie back to her hands, which are welcoming the toy warmly.

“no! this is taro-nii.” after finishing the scan, you put the items on the two pastel red and green paper bags and your ears perk up. giggling at her enthusiasm towards her brother, your eyes focused on him, faint red visible around his neck as it extended to the tip of his ears.

“how much do you love him?” you whisper, side eyeing the latter while he stands still, holding the two bags without looking in your direction. you and his sister giggle while she squeals at your question.

“this much!” she states, putting her hands to the side and expanding the love she has for her beloved brother— who’s standing, flustered, but somehow still keeping an eye your fingers tapping mindlessly on the counter. he ruffled her hair and poked her cheek to annoy her, only now a distress pout is forming on her lips and she huffs her pink dusted cheeks.

“let’s go, we’ll come back soon.”

hopping on the counter and helping suna hold the bags while he fixes his sister’s adorable pigtails, the next song blasting on the speakers makes her jump around and slur the lyrics while her hands are wrapped around the plushie as if she’s never letting go. he gave a subtle nod and his eyes went to his arms, catching up on his clues and giving a big wave to the siblings. if you only noticed the faint red tint adorning his cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair because of him doing something discreet without anyone noticing, or you.

this is indeed a memory you can’t forget on christmas.

“he’s so slow, is he a turtle?” you say, murmuring under your breath as you snuggle your head on your pale blue scarf wrapped around your neck comfortably. balling your fists in your coat pocket to not shudder at the cold breeze passing by, regret flooded your mind because you only wore your off white shirt and the coat protecting you from the snow falling from above. you tap your white sneakers against the snow-covered ground as you impatiently wait for suna, who texted you he’d be ahead of you earlier that day.

“hey, christmas cashier.” seeing him beside you wearing casual clothes got your cheeks to heat up and made you playfully punch his shoulder. tiptoeing a little to adjust the scarf around his neck and pat the snow off his dark gray coat, neither of you said anything. you can’t say anything; the close proximity and being under his sharp gaze makes you nervously uneasy.

“hi to the most discreet and late man i know.” the smirk forming on his face indicates he’s not offended by your statement. by discreet you’re referring to the small paper with his number written on it that he slid smoothly onto the counter while you were busy with his sister. hours later you figured out it was the reason why osamu and him were smirking. his text particularly said “let’s be early and be spontaneous, show me how christmas is to you”. ruffling his hair to purposely annoy him, you tug his hand to skip along the grounds and finally begin the journey of doing christmas activities, showing him how he should appreciate the holiday through your perspective.

since you accidentally ponder out loud, "how many reasons must i provide for you to enjoy winter season with me?" and he shrugs instantly, looking from far away, his eyes longing for something as he softly whispers... "two or three would be enough."

"why the hell are we here?" he narrows his gray-yellow eyes at you while you're busy cupping your cheeks due to the cold temperature at the mall. walking a little further to the back, but enough that you'd see what's happening to the center of the place, people who are in the front (whether they like it or not, they've got no choice) get to sit in santa's lap and get to take pictures with santa claus.

"hey! let me explain. in christmas season, mr. suna rintaro, enjoy the free entertainments!" crossing your arms and pointing a finger in his direction before you adjust his scarf and pat his hair, ruffling it to cover his eyes because he's a volleyball figure, you and him watch this with a company can ensue chaos.

"yeah? like sitting on santa's lap?" he stepped a little closer to you because of people passing by - he didn't want injuries to happen. hearing your chuckles has his hands clammy and him shaking his head to compose himself internally.

"don't worry! we're just gonna watch them and bully them— a secret between us only." a giddy smile is visibly present on your face as you hold onto your scarf to cover your smile that can't seem to stop.

"oh my god.. look at that!" slapping a hand over your mouth and shutting your eyes because you had to physically stop yourself from laughing or people will hear you and think you're hysterical. he follows your gaze and he can't help but let out a snicker. he has to tell osamu about this.

there's someone sitting on santa's lap, much to his dismay because he's whining and moving a lot— like a child that doesn't receive candy from the doctors. the faux blonde seems at your age, his pissed off expression is somehow wholesome which makes the group of people here break into fits of laughter.

"that guy, he's a kid at heart." you murmur under your breath and grin at suna as he locks eyes with you and nods at your statement. he didn't talk much after that, just chuckling with you and angling his phone to record the blonde earlier, which had you squealing at it because free entertainments are rare. though one thing you failed to notice was how his black phone captured you tiptoeing to get more of a view in the enormous crowd, a hand on your waist and the brightness of your mesmerizing eyes beating the sparkling christmas ornaments.

you weren't an entertainment, because in his head it seems wrong, and it is. more of, you were just someone beautiful that suna rintaro could stare at for hours and never get bored of— because you are someone who's interesting, and he can't wait to discover the other layers you have.

“on christmas, use your charm and coupons to get discounts.” skipping around the streets to see different foods which makes you hungry and act distressed by whining so he’ll go with you to the food stalls. he scoffs at your statement and follows behind you, genuinely curious on what you’ll do because he isn’t the type to use coupons to buy food. he gives the cash and is good to go to savor the food alone.

“one order of oden, please!” you say, waving to the old man behind the oden stall with a bright smile. the former nodded, saying a “comin’ right up!” as you tug suna closer to the stall to inhale the heavenly scent of oden— the dashi soy sauce broth is making you lick your lips in anticipation, and the fish cakes and the deep fried tofu added excitement in your stomach.

“thanks! i’m so hungry.” with a chuckle slipping past your lips, you bow down before stepping to the snow-covered bench across from you. the cold feeling of the snow makes you hiss as you try to make yourself comfortable.

“suna? taste it! perfect food for this hell of a winter.” holding the bowl with delicacy before he accepts it with a small smile adorning his face, he brings down his scarf before taking a big sip of the broth and a bite of the hard boiled egg. a low rumble comes from his chest which you assume is because of the hot broth soothing the cold feeling.

“where’s the charm and discount there?” turning his body towards you and looking at you with soft eyes as he watches you take a bite of the tofu, a smile passing through your lips because it is newly fried while you huff your smooth, pink cheeks.

“the charm is just.. interacting with people, you know? giving them smiles because god knows what they go through with customers.” he can’t help but chortle at your statement, but still nods after a minute, agreeing with you. his right hand plays with the black button of his coat, needing something to distract himself.

“he only let me pay in half for the oden. it’s generous, yeah? he always gives me food when i go home years ago, you know, the shitty college phase.” giving the bowl to him once again as he listens attentively, his gaze goes to the oden stall- maybe he can visit once in a while and ask questions about you, or he can tag his sister along. tapping his black boots on the ground in habit while stretching his other leg straight, he hears your breath hitch and it makes him snicker inwardly, probably because of how long his leg is or because you’re amazed by the hot stew. either way, it’s charming.

“mhm, yeah, and i bet you insisted at first.” he feigns innocence as he takes in your offended expression. eyes wide like marble saucers, you purse your lips and cover the bowl with your ice-cold hands, acting like you don’t want to share the food with him anymore.

“w-well, of course! but you know old people.” you sigh, grabbing the chopsticks and taking a bite of the fish cake while shutting your eyes for a moment to momentarily forget the flaring heat forming on your cheeks and down to your neck. he looks ahead as he attempts to scramble his thoughts, but there's something over his lips and it's the deep fried tofu. you push it further with a smile on your face as he begrudgingly takes it as a whole.

"and yeah! this sums it up, that during christmas you should enjoy the simple things." taking a last sip of the heavenly soy sauce broth before you nudge him for him to take the last gulp. he went along with you, after all; he deserves the last sip of the stew. you grab the bowl from him and stroll back to the trash can nearby the stall—oh, if you only noticed his eyes following your every move with a gentle smile forming on his face.

his thoughts begin to clear out and only come to a conclusion—you're pretty and simple, and he should appreciate it more.

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babbling-idiot · 4 years

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Pinhead x reader

Request: "Am I your lockscreen? You weren't supposed to see that" fluff with pinhead? I know you love written quite a few about him but your one of the only people I've seen on this site who write about my favorite boy. " -By Anon

Warnings: non

(Hey anon! Thank you so much that means alot. I'm glad you you requested this, it was actually really fun to write it. You know the funny thing is is that he just comes natural to me. Writing for him seems so much easier than all the other, even tho I've written for so many other people. Anyways I hope you like this!)

Pinhead hates technology. Not just cause it's hard to figure it out, but because he wasnt around for phones and udated TVs. And plus they are just to much to handle. One mistake of dropping it causes the whole screen to shatter, so he just said screw it and never touched the damned thing. He knew you had one, you always talked about youtube and tumblr and all these other things that are on your phone. The only thing he was interested in was the playlist, as you called it, that had music on it. You even went out of your way to put music he liked in there. In it's own place so he could find it easily. You always said that it didnt matter when he wanted to, he could listen to the music anytime he wished. Which was surprisingly often. You'd connect it to a speaker in your living room and leave him to it. Which never seemed to go wrong until today.

It was the middle of the day, home from a hard day at work and thankfully pinhead wasnt there, so you decided why not take a cat nap, that quickly turned into a sleeping till 7 or 8. You didnt realize until it was way too late that you had in secret, took a picture of your favorite cenobite and made him your lockscreen photo. Obviously this photo had been there for literally forever. Just he never looked at it cause he never had the chance too. When he came back from the labyrinth he saw you fast asleep on the couch. He had planned to listen to his music so, to not bother you he grabbed your phone and did what he remembered you do. Put auxiliary cord in phone hole and turn speaker on, wait for light to turn blue then there you go. It was a simple and easy task that he knew he could fulfill, that was until he saw himself on you phone screen. He thought it was a reflection but then realized it wasn't , it was taken while he wasnt looking at you and was listening to music. You had always said that he looked at ease and peaceful when he listened to music and clearly this was one of those moments captured. He smiled and continued on with his goal. He managed to locate your music and was able to play it aloud. Not to loud obviously but loud enough for you to hear it in your dreams.

When your eyes started to open and get use to the light, the music was softly playing in the background and you could see pinhead sitting in one of the armchairs in the corner of the room. He had a book in his hand but it was long forgotten. "Hello my dear, did you sleep well?" He asks, his deep voice sending a small chill down your spine, it was like he was hiding something in his voice. Like an underlying question was just waiting to be asked. "I slept pretty good, I could hear your music in my sleep. It was soothing." He nods his head "That is good my dear. I have a question for you." You nod your head back at him "Am I your lockscreen?" He says as he turns the screen of your phone towards you. Your eyes go wide and immediately is thinking of some sort of explanation "You weren't supposed to see that." He smiles and looks back at the phone "You realize I could be angry with you about this. Tell you to delete it and never take a picture of me again. But if I am being truthful, I dont mind it. As long as it stay here with me and you, I have no issue with this." He says as he hand the phone back to you. "So your, not mad at me? I can keep the photo?" He nods his head "Of course. As long as you don't make me look foolish or catch me doing something foolish, then you shall keep it. This does not mean you can go all willy nilly and take lots of photos." He says giving you a stern look. You smile and shake your head "You know I wouldn't do that to you. This photo is for my eyes only and even if someone was to see it and ask, I'll tell them i saw you at a costume party and took a picture of you. But that's not gonna happen." He sits down next to you, "Well my dear, would you like to watch a film or sit in silence?" He says looking at you "Whatever you want pinny!" He looks at you with a blank expression and blinks his eyes a few times "What kind of nickname is that? Pinny, did you come up with that yourself." It wasnt even a question, but the dumbfounded look he gave you made you laugh out loud and nearly tumble off the couch. You shake your head and grab his hand, he quickly interlaced his fingers with yours and sits with his book in hand and your phone in yours. Both going to your own things. Luckily you now take note that you'll have to most definitely catch him doing something hilarious and get a picture of it just to see his reaction.

(Hey again, so I hope you like this and if you did remember that requests are always open and if you want, look at my masterlist and look at my other pinhead stuff. Anyways have a wonderful day and please stay safe out there in the world!)

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missskzbiased · 4 years

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Getting a Roommate (7)

Sooo... It’s finally there! The last chapter.

I would like to thank you all <3 Everyone that read/liked/reblogged/sent me messages you made me really happy! I didn’t think it would be like this so thank you, really!

Lastly, Sorry for the delay. I lost some things, wrote and rewrote a lot of it, grammarly is not working anymore (Ç.Ç) so it may have a lot of mistakes, even though I reviewed it (sometimes I go back at some part to check something and there is a dumb mistake and I end up like ????, so who knows)

Genre: Fluff, Romance; Sugestive; College Au; Roommate Au; Love Triangle

Pairing: Minho X Reader X Chan

Word Count: ~15,5K

Female Lead

Warnings: Language, Sugestive stuff (?), drunk people, jackass on a bar

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

P.S.: Now I have a Spin off on this for Chan (Linked)

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There were only four words that could express what you felt when you heard Minho’s confession.

Four words you never ever thought you would say to him.

Four words that made you blush in embarrassment.

“Oh, Really? Okay, cool.” As soon as you said it, you regretted it, especially as Minho stood there, his shut eyes opening slowly to bury into yours. Who the hell would answer a confession in this way?!

You.

“Okay, cool?” He asked dumbfounded and you hid your face behind your hands.

“I’m sorry, you surprised me” You confessed ashamedly “I did not expect it”

“Sorry, but did you hear me when I said I moaned your name before?” His voice was amused even though he had just gotten reject. Minho couldn’t believe you were so oblivious to his feelings, but he couldn’t really blame you… He was oblivious to them too not long ago.

“Well, yeah!” You answered high pitched as you felt all your blood rush to your face “But how would I know you meant you liked me?! I thought you just wanted to bang!” You reasoned, far more nervous than you needed to be. Minho averted his eyes, trying to look anywhere but you.

“Will you stick to okay cool?” He asked bashfully “Hm… We can just forget it too. Pretend I didn’t say anything. I’m okay with being friends… I’m not a kid or anything… I can take a no for an answer…” He was starting to ramble and you couldn’t focus on him anymore. Minho just said he liked you, just like Chan had.

You were screwed.

“Hm… Actually I…” You tried to think something to say, but you were interrupted by an unaware Hyunjin knocking on the door.

“Hey, Minho? Can you lend me your car?” He asked and you promptly unlocked and opened the door, a fake and tight smile on your face. You never felt more grateful to Hyunjin, which was pretty easy, actually, since he had been an ass for most of your time together “Oh… “ He took your blushed self in, your hair messed up and your clothes wrinkled, landing his eyes on a flustered Minho “I didn’t mean to interrupt” He apologized, ready to turn away and get out of your sight.

“No!” You yelled at him, making him stop in his track “I was… I was going to… FELIX. Yeah, I totally forgot I had to go to Felix haha! Yeah… Great Felix… He must… Be… Expecting me?” You didn’t really know what you were saying, but you stuck to the fact they were as lost as you. You quickly got out of Minho’s room and entered your own just to pick up some stuff and making your way to Felix’s place.

You hoped your friend would be there because you would need him.

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It should be no surprise, but your best friend wasn’t really that helpful.

“No shit!” He uttered, cackling up “Way to go, Y/N!” He added, cheering you like he always did, except that this time he shouldn’t really. Felix was sat on the border of his bed while you were sprawled there, looking at him with a tired expression. Felix was one quite intelligent human being, but sometimes he just seems to miss important things like common sense.

“I think you’re missing the point here” You sighed and He sprawled himself on his bed beside you, looking at the ceiling.

“I think you’re missing a damn good opportunity to get laid not once, but twice!” He stated, as you said, not really helpful at all “Chan and Minho are way too hot to pass up! Actually, maybe you could get laid once, but with both of them” He realized, widening his eyes as he turned his head to you, expecting you to acknowledge his idea. You laid there, your face turned to him, your eyes meeting with two different feelings: Excitedeness and Tiredness.

“I’m serious, Felix!” You whined and he scoffed.

“You think I’m joking?! Picture it! Two damn hot guys banging you! I would pay for a chance like this!” He sighed, happy with his scenario, and you scoffed.

“You would pay to bang me? Are you going to say you like me too?” You joked and he pushed your shoulder.

“No, dummy! I mean it, you really should talk this through with them, you’re so going to regret it if you don’t” He advised and you shook your head, dumbfound.

“Your way of solving things is out of the box” You stated amazed and he chuckled “I can’t bang them now that I know they like me, can I?” It wasn’t a real question, but Felix answered it anyway.

“Of course you can! Y/N, think with your lower head for once, really! What’s the matter? You just have to be clear and say you just want to have sex. It’s not that hard” He shrugged, making you sighed.

“My lower head is not trustworthy! Last time I used it I touched myself to –“ You choked on your words, realizing what you were about to say and Felix widened his eyes.

“You didn’t!” He shot up, sitting on his bed with his mouth agape “You masturbated to them?! You horny bitch! I can’t believe it! So what is the problem? You clearly want them to fuck you!” Why had Felix to be so… Crude? You hid your face with the pillow and screamed against it, feeling your ears burning as the shame of talking about this crashed on you. He chuckled before you glared at him, moody.

“You can’t say it to anyone!” You threatened and He laughed.

“Aish… I was just about to text my friend about my best friend DJ’s life! What am I going to do now?” He feigned to be upset and you slammed his arm, he winced in pain “Ouch!” He pouted, rubbing his arm and looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Anyway! I don’t like them, so I can’t just fuck them like this” You sighed.

“Why not? Both of them are kinda fuckboys, right? They fucked a lot of people without feeling anything, okay? I guess the universe is being fair and teaching them a lesson” He wondered. Felix’s mind would never fail to amaze you. Even though He was right about the fuckboys part, it didn’t mean they knew how to handle this when they were the vulnerable ones.

“Have you ever heard about emotional responsibility?” You asked sarcastically and He arched his brow, giving you an ironic look.

“I’m not sure... Can you eat it?” He played dumb and you nudged him laughing.

“I have to take their feeling on account, I can’t just go there and fuck them because I know they would do me” You explained to him, sitting down to mimic him and looking him in the eyes “I wouldn’t like if they just banged me if I liked them, you know? Right now they’re like children… Dumb and helpless, because that’s what liking someone does to you. I can’t take advantage of them like this”

“Y/N… They’re grown-up asses, you know that, right?” He snorted “I doubt they will hold a grudge against you because you fucked them! Actually, it would be quite the opposite, really” He reasoned “I think you’re worrying too much about this… Are you sure you don’t like them? Aren’t you afraid of being hurt instead of hurting them?” Felix may be weird, but he knew you. You averted your eyes from him and bit your lip.

“What if I fall for one of them?” You asked unsure and Felix smiled warmly at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

“Then you will be happy with one great guy” He said simply “Chan would be a perfect boyfriend and Minho can be a little bit… Blind to his own feelings, but if he finally acknowledged he likes you, I can only imagine him treating you like the queen you are” You smiled back at him and nudged in his embrace. Maybe your best friend was useful after all.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to like someone” You confessed unsurely and Felix sighed.

“Well, I guess we can figure it out if that happens” He shrugged “If they mess with you I will be there to catch you” He smiled to you and you reciprocated it, laying your head down on his shoulder “Just don’t expect me to punch anyone, you know I can’t fight” He added and you laughed.

“You literally have a black belt” You reminded him, looking in his eyes, your own shaped like crescents as you chuckled.

“Nah, I just bought it because I liked the color” He joked and you nudged him with your shoulders “But really… I think you should try to know them better or something if you’re not comfortable with banging them now. You know Minho enough, you live with him… If you didn’t like him until now, I don’t think you will get there” He reasoned and you pondered. Well, he did have a point. If you didn’t like Minho all this time, you probably just wouldn’t like him at all.

“I liked to kiss Chan… That’s for sure” You remembered, blushing “Maybe I should ask him out on a date? We have just been watching movies until now… Maybe I could… I don’t know. Do you know what kind of things he likes to do?” You realized you never really thought about what Chan liked to do, you guys just did things you liked until here.

“Do you want a filthy answer or a –“ Felix couldn’t finish his sentence as you hit his arm, making him cackle “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He uttered laughing as he tried to avoid your hits “Chan really likes music… I think his life is all about music, although I remember him saying he did like to go to the beach… Something about being a swimmer kind of guy instead of a ballplayer” Felix wondered.

“Oh! Going to the beach sounds nice, doesn’t it? It would be a cute date, wouldn’t it?” You asked unsurely and Felix grinned.

“So applied! What a good girl” He mocked you, talking with a baby voice he knew that pissed you off. You rolled your eyes, but smiled a moment after, laughing at his antics.

“You’re the worst best friend I ever met” You stated, and He scoffed.

“Which is pretty impressing, since I’m also the only one you ever met” He retorted and you smacked him again “Stop hitting me!” He whined jokingly and you snorted. It was nice to have Felix close, messing with you, and giving awful advice in the evening. You held his hand and smiled at him. He eyed you confused, expecting what kind of payback you would give him.

“I’m really happy to have you as my friend” You said sincerely, and He smiled back at you, his eyes beaming.

“Awn! I love you too” He cooed, hugging you tightly. You feigned disgust and tried to push him away half-heartedly, making him laugh and squeeze you tighter “Too late to take that back, you meanie!” He whined, letting you go and pushing you, making you fall on the mattress.

“What do you think? Should I call him now?” You asked, just laying there, raising your phone above your face, and searching for Chan’s number. You looked at Felix, unsure “Tomorrow is Sunday… Sunday is a typical beach day, right?” You bit your lower lip and Felix snorted.

“You do realize that if you ask him to go anywhere, even on his class’s day, he would go with you, right? He said he likes you, Y/N! You don’t have to worry that much” Felix reminded you. He was right. Chan liked you! He had no reason to bail on you… You mustered up your courage and dialed his number.

“Y/N? What’s up?” His voice sounded on the speakerphone “Do you need anything?”

“Hm… I was thinking about asking you on a date” You said shyly and Felix grinned at you.

“Oh? That sounds great!” he answered fast and Felix laughed.

“She didn’t even say where she wanna go yet, dude!” Felix approached his face to your phone, screaming so Chan could hear him on the other side. You nudged him with your foot, hissing at him. You heard Chan whining embarrassed.

“I was wondering if you want to go to the beach tomorrow” You stated, more confident now.

“That sounds great” he laughed, more composed now “It just happens that sometimes I can see into the future, so I kinda knew where this was going” He joked and you giggle.

“Yeah, sure” You mocked “I will text you the details, okay? Bye!” You said as he hummed in agreement.

“See? Not that hard” Felix chuckled “He’s so into you” He wiggled his brows and you scoffed.

As surprising as it could be, your best friend was really useful.

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You could say that later when you arrived home, was pretty weird.

“Hey” Minho said from the couch, not looking at you. He was stiff, passing through the channels absently. You stiffened too, clearing your throat before giving him a small greeting. You stood there for a few moments, not looking at him, deciding it would be better to go to your room, the awkwardness too much to handle “Are we… Are we okay?” He asked unsure.

“Of course!” You answered immediately, surprised he even asked “I… I think I own you an apology” You said, and he looked at you, even though he tried to be cool, you could see the hurt under his eyes.

“No, that’s fine… I get it” He shrugged “You don’t like me. That’s fine! We can be friends, so it’s okay” He smiled. A fake smile. You smiled back, as tense as him “Do you want… To watch something?”He asked unsure and you shook your head.

“No, not today… I have to go to sleep now” You denied, and he arched a brow.

“So soon? Why? It’s 12 AM or something, isn’t it?” He asked confused and you averted your eyes, wondering if you should say it. But why wouldn’t you? He understood you were just friends… You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable with a friend, right?

“I have a date with Chan tomorrow” You explained “We’ll leave early, so I thought it would be better if I slept earlier as well” You added.

“Oh…” Minho tried his best not to show his disappointment, but it was all over his face. His voice sounded upset and you grimaced, worried you hurt him “That’s… Nice. Have a good date tomorrow” He wished half-heartedly, turning back to the TV.

“Yeah… Maybe we can watch it tomorrow night?” You asked and He nodded.

“Sure! If I’m free tomorrow night, I’m all yours” He agreed.

You nodded, going to your room.

That was… Awkward.

You laid down on your bed wondering if things would be this awkward from now on. You hoped it wasn’t. You liked to spend your time with Minho, watching TV and chatting, watching him cooking while dancing randomly, hear him complaining about Hyunjin dislike for cats… You didn’t want to lose this. Minho was your friend. A great friend, even if you didn’t know each other for long… Maybe he could even be your second Felix! Who knew?

Lost in those thoughts you fell asleep.

You waked up startled with your alarm. Why the fuck did you set that so early?! You turned it down, whining while still sprawled in your bed. You got up unwillingly, wondering why you had to come up with the idea of going to the beach on a Sunday morning. Maybe you should have suggested going at night, watch the sunset or whatever! Why wake up earlier than necessary? It was too late to regret it now, even though you couldn’t stop whining in your head as you took a bath to feel awake.

When you came out, already on your bath suit and your clothes on, you met Minho wiggling his butt while cooking. You let a chuckle out, and He eyed you, noticing your presence. He stopped his dance before Hyunjin’s voice made its presence.

“Morning, Y/N!” He said excitedly “Heard you’re going on a date with Chan today” He stated, smiling.

“Yeah” You agreed nonchalantly. You eyed Minho fixing the breakfast and your eyes trailed back to Hyunjin “Why are you guys up?” you asked curiously.

“We’re going on a date too” He announced proudly and you shot your brows up.

“Oh? That’s nice!” You said surprised and He nodded at you.

“Figured Minho needed a distra—“ He started to say, but Minho glared at him, and he promptly shut up “I mean, figured we both could get back to business”

“Good for you!” You cheered “I hope you guys have fun” You said sincerely, and Minho frowned, turning back to the pan as Hyunjin grimaced “Hey, are you making some for me too?” You asked smiling.

“I thought you were going to eat with Chan” He answered “I didn’t make enough for three, sorry” He apologized quickly and you felt your lips twisting down.

“No! That’s okay… You’re right, maybe we can eat something” You shrugged. You watched as the boys ate their food while you were waiting for Chan. Hyunjin eyed you guilty, offering you a piece of his pancake that you kindly refused. Right on time, Chan rang the bell and you got off the stool, waving goodbye for the boys as you opened the door for him.

“Hey, babygirl” He smiled at you, taking your hand on his “Ready to go?”

“Yep!” You agreed, smiling, as you squeezed his hand and closed the door behind you “But I’m starving! Should we stop somewhere to eat something?” You suggested and he nodded.

“Sounds good to me!” He smiled “Maybe we could buy some stuff to eat on the beach? Make a picnic?”He wondered and you beamed at his idea.

“That’s great! We can eat as we watch the sea… Sounds lovely!” You smiled, excitedly. He smiled back at you, his dimples showing. He looked so happy right now that you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek, grinning sheepishly “An award for your good idea” You joked.

“If I knew having good ideas would reward me with your kisses I would have become a genius by now” He sighed mockingly, feigning disappointment as you laughed at him “May I reward you too?” He asked bashfully and you nudged him.

“Reward me for what?” You asked curiously, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

“For being cute or something like this” He shrugged and you slapped him softly.

“What a great award!” You mocked, making him laugh. Your ride to the market was like this, little jokes and soft mocking as you guys made easy conversation. It was good to talk to Chan, the weight of insecurity you had before taken away from your shoulders. You weren’t with him to fuck him randomly, you were getting to know him, and he was pretty nice, just as you pictured him.

Your way to the beach was filled with music and singing your lungs out, your face turned to the window as you screamed wrong lyrics all the way to the beach, making Chan cackled up. You eyed him singing the lyrics in the right way and scoffed.

“Oh! We have a mister knows it all here?” You teased him and he scoffed back at you.

“I’m a musician, babygirl” He reminded you “I think we have a long way ahead if you can’t sing these songs right! I may have to stick around you with teaching purposes, of course,” He grinned slyly as you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Smooth” You stated “I have to warn you that I’m not only bad at singing, I also suck on swimming” He looked at you surprised.

“So why did you ask me to take you to the beach? We could go anywhere else!” You shrugged, turning your face away.

“I may have asked Felix what you liked to do” You glanced at him to see if he would have any reaction and you could see he was trying to hide a grin, his ears reddening “We’re going on a date, so I figured I could put some effort on making you comfortable” You stated just like he said the first date you had and his grin turned into a smile.

“I’m always comfortable if I’m with you” He glanced in your way and you tried to hide your smile, resting your chin on your hand and looking at the trees passing quickly outside.

“Since you want to teach me so many things, we could begin with swimming lessons, hm?” You suggested, “Maybe the first lesson should be mouth to mouth?” You said slyly, and he laughed, shaking his head.

“And you call me smooth? I may not be a lifeguard but I can certainly try to teach you that” He agreed, and you both laughed at your horrible flirting. You stayed in silence for a while, serious, until you decided to speak your mind. You looked him intensely, he glanced your way curiously “What happened?”

“I want you to know that… A friend of mine confessed to me recently and it made me wonder if I liked you guys… I think he’s out of question, but it made me wonder if I shouldn’t try it out with you. I’m not sure about my feelings yet. I don’t want to lie to you or anything like that, so I thought you should know” He seemed to think about what you said and he nodded, humming.

“So Minho confessed to you?” He asked and you let out a surprised gasp.

“How did you know?!” You asked chocked and he chuckled.

“It was pretty obvious he liked you” He shrugged “To be honest, I thought you liked him… I’m happy you choose me, even if you’re not sure you like me back. I will try my best, Y/N… I really like you. I think you’re the strangest girl I ever met but in a good way! I like the way you just go around being yourself, not worrying about anything… I like the way you just speak your mind” He confessed, blushing, and you felt your own cheeks heating up.

“I don’t know what to say” You admitted, averting your eyes. You noticed you had finally arrived at the beach. There wasn’t a lot of people there, although you could see some people running in the sand and playing in the sea. The sky looked beautiful, a literal sky blue standing there in all its glory, some white and fluffy clouds adorning it. Chan parked in the first spot he saw, close enough to the beach, so you wouldn’t be tired from carrying things there. He threw his arm over the back of your seat and grinned.

“So you can just kiss me” He suggested smugly and you laughed, nudging his shoulder.

“You flirty bastard!” You accused as he laughed along with you “Can’t believe you’re so bold! Oh my god” You awed, getting out of the car and picking the stuff you bought.

“Let me carry these for you” He said and you brought the bags closer to your body, frowning.

“I can carry some bags around” You whined, making him chuckle.

“I know you can, but I wanna show off, ok?” He rolled his eyes playfully. You firmly held your bags, getting them on your other hand, so he couldn’t pick them up. You averted your eyes and bit your lower lip, grinning slyly before opening your mouth.

“You can hold this, it’s heavy” You stated as you extended your empty hand in mid-air, glancing at him. Chan cackled up, looking at you in amusement before he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

“You sly little thing” He scoffed, walking along with you peacefully to the beach. You didn’t think it would be so easy to just do this kind of thing with Chan, but surprisingly it was. You didn’t feel awkward around him as you felt with Minho while flirting, you felt comfortable and normal like he was a longtime friend that just happened to be flirting with you. He started to swing your hands as you walked in the sand, the soft feeling under your feet making you giggle.

“Do you see that kid over there?” You asked, looking to a family that was happily eating together as a child built something with the sand, focused “Whoever reach there faster wins!” You announced.

“Win what?” He asked amused and you shrugged.

“Does it really matter?” Chan chuckled “On three! One… Two… T— Hey! That’s cheating!” You yelled as he sprinted first, letting go of your hand and beating you easily. You ran to reach him and panted, you rested your hands on your knees before eyeing him “Cheater!” You accused, making him laugh.

“I was counting on my mind, you were just too slow” You hit his arm weakly as he grinned at himself “What’s my prize?”

“Cheaters don’t get prizes, dummy” You stuck your tongue to him, mockingly, and he sat on the sand, supporting himself with his arms on the sand, his body leaning slightly back “Your loss because I would give you the honor for another date” You shrugged.

“That’s not fair! We can run again, I will behave this time” He whined looking at you with puppy eyes and a cute pout that made you scoff. You picked up the first snack you saw on the bag and shoved it into his mouth.

“That’s all you can get now” You feigned a saddened tone, and he took the cookie you shoved into his mouth, eating it happily.

“That’s okay, I will change your mind later on, and we will have a lot of dates to go” He said as he closed his eyes, taking in the sun. Chan looked angelic under the sunlight, the light breeze on the beach blew some locks of hair randomly, his lips turned upwards, happy to feel the sand under his fingers and the sea breath on his face. He seemed in peace there, like he was home. You liked the sea as well, you even liked to go to the beach sometimes, but you couldn’t relate to this feeling. You sat beside him, hugging your knees as you looked at the sea, enjoying the breeze.

“You seem to love the beach” You stated. Chan opened his eyes and looked at you, smiling brightly.

“I do. I always went to the beach with my parents when I was home… I guess being here just cures my homesickness” He agreed, his gaze fixed on the sea as he spoke softly. You took his hand on yours, smiling.

“Sometimes I get homesick too” You stated “I didn’t really go to the beach or anything like this with my parents, so I just stay at my place though” You chuckled. Chan averted his eyes from the sea to look at you. His eyes seemed deep and loving, focused just on you for a moment.

“When you feel homesick you can just come to me” He smiled cutely, his dimples showing again and you felt a smile spread on your face “I will be your home” You felt your cheeks heating up at his statement.

Someone to call home.

You weren’t really the romantic type. If anyone ever asked, you would say you’re just a friendly and cuddling type, someone who likes to stay with friends and speak your mind up, laugh, play. You never thought about having a real relationship, but Chan was making you wonder. If anything, you hoped the person you would love to be your home… Someone you could always go and stay there, loved, secure… A safe place in this exhausting world.

“Y/N?” Your name sounded in the air, but it wasn’t Chan’s voice that held it. You saw his eyes looking surprised at the owner of the voice and you followed his gaze to meet Hyunjin, Minho, and two unknown girls “I didn’t know you would be on the beach!” Hyunjin said exaggeratedly excited.

“That’s because I didn’t tell you so you wouldn’t interrupt it” You mocked him. One thing you could say that Hyunjin excelled was interrupting any alone moment you had with guys. For the last week he managed to do this like a thousand times with you and Minho, so you couldn’t be really surprised to see him interrupting you now, although it was a weird coincidence.

“Well, that sounds fair since I just interrupted it” He chuckled “Should we make it a triple date then?” He suggested and you looked unsurely at Chan, who didn’t look too fond of this idea but smiled anyway.

“Why not? Join us” His voice sounded stiff and you wondered if you should just send them away, but you didn’t even need to do this, because soon enough Minho spoke up.

“Let them be alone, Hyunjin” He said simply “We’ll spoil their date” That being said he started to walk away, his hand resting on the lower back of his date. He didn’t seem too bothered to see you and Chan together. Yesterday he had said he liked you and today he didn’t even bother to see you with Chan which could only mean he misread his own feelings. That was good. If Minho didn’t like you, you didn’t have a reason to be awkward around him. Everything would be fine.

Chan nudged you when they got far enough, calling for your attention.

“Wanna learn how to swim?” He asked shyly, making you giggle.

“Let’s eat first, Ariel” You answered laughing, picking up the food on your bag so you could prepare a sandwich. Chan whined at your joke and stole your sandwich, biting it before handing it back “Ya! It’s mine, you meanie” You whined jokingly before handing it to him with a smile and making another one for you.

As you both shared your breakfast peacefully looking at the sea, throwing some comments and jokes now and then, you could only feel yourself getting more and more comfortable with Chan. Maybe you didn’t like him yet, but you certainly could get there. As soon as you finished your food, both of you got in the cold water, splashing it on one another and laughing. It was needless to say the rest of your date went pretty well, even though you didn’t learn how to swim at all.

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College could suck sometimes… Like every day.

You rested your head on your writing desk, sighing heavily as you wished you could just let your assignments rest there by themselves and magically getting done on their own. If you could ask anything to god, you would ask him to do these assignments for you because you couldn’t handle them anymore. Why did your professors need to destroy your life? You would never know. Your complaining loop reached its end when you heard a knock on your door.

Thank god! Someone to distract you from your responsibilities.

You opened the door excited, hoping it was Minho keeping up with your movie night.

Minho had been strange lately… Before he confessed to you, he simply didn’t talk to you, avoided you, and didn’t bring anyone home. Now, he switched the bringing part and couldn’t stop bringing girls home, but still didn’t talk to you. He had been bringing girls one day after another, and he kept himself busy, always ditched you and… Well, it sucked! You could understand if he was hurt or something like this, you know? If he needed time to heal or any shit like that, but he was banging everyone around! He wasn’t hurt! Why couldn’t he be your friend like a normal human being?

Besides, bringing girls home every single day was tiring! Well, he must be tired too, if you consider he didn’t stop banging… But that was not the point! You had to put up with the girls he brought home, and they were… Some of them were really mean, just eyeing you on the couch as if you were a piece of trash and you couldn’t help but think “Hey! I live here, sweety! Get the hell out If you don’t like it”, but you didn’t say anything because you were a great roommate. When the girls didn’t eye you like you were a threat, they simply didn’t acknowledge your presence at all, just making out eagerly with him as they tried to get some clothes off until they reached his room. This way or another, it sucked.

You couldn’t stop checking your phone now, always worried if he was going to bring some girl out of nowhere and it was tiring. You couldn’t feel happy anymore, it was like you weren’t home. You had to stay tuned all night, worrying you would disturb them when they were actually disturbing you. Even so, you still hoped Minho would just stop this for once and be with you like he used to be.

You missed him.

You missed your friend.

“Hey, your boyfriend is here” Hyunjin said as soon as you opened the door, his thumb pointing to the living room.

“He’s not my boyfriend” You corrected him out of habit.

Hyunjin always called Chan your boyfriend even though every time he said it, you disagreed. You and Chan were seeing each other, getting to know each other. You weren’t dating. You heard someone clearing their throat and you stretched your head to see who was next to Hyunjin… It turned out to be Chan, eyeing you funnily.

“Hey, babygirl” He smiled at you, amused. You made a mental note to kick Hyunjin later, his victorious smile made you wonder why he was so against your “relationship” with Chan. You also had to thank god for sending you an angel since Chan didn’t mind your denial, taking it lightly and jokingly.

“What are you doing here?” You asked curiously. You didn’t invite him over, and Chan wasn’t really the type to just come to your place out of nowhere. He raised a bag until it was at your eyes level, dangling it in the air.

“I brought the stuff you let on my car” He explained, giving it to you “I figured it would be strange to give them to you in college since we’re not dating… And I… Kinda wanted to see you” Hyunjin made a gagging sound as he walked away from you making you laugh “I don’t know why you’re still here living with him” Chan rolled his eyes. He wasn’t really fond of Hyunjin yet, still blaming him for the lock incident. Which was his fault, so… Chan was right after all.

“You’re so soft” You smiled, taking him into your room and locking the door so Hyunjin couldn’t disturb you anymore, you leaned in to give him a peck on his cheek “Hyunjin isn’t as bad as he seems… You will get used to him” You shrugged, throwing the bag on your bed and sitting there “What do you wanna do?” Chan looked at you contemplative.

“Do you want a cute answer or what’s been on my mind?” He joked, making you chuckle. You stood up from your bed, walking slowly on his way, grabbing his hand and guiding him to your bed. You shoved him, making him fall on your bed, his elbows supporting his body so he wouldn’t be laying there “Y-Y/N?” His voice was trembling, his eyes widened in chock.

“Maybe you should tell me what’s on your mind…” You let your words hang in the air, your knee getting on the bed right beside his tight, your hand slowly pushing his chest until his back hit the matress. You leaned in, your lips brushing agains his ear as you let your breath fan over there “…Daddy” You felt powerful when he let out a choked groan, his hands snaping to your hips and grabing you firmly, yet cautious.

“C-Chan…” You didn’t know what you wanted to say. Was it a warning? Was it an invitation? You just felt the need to chant his name, your nails digging in his back trying to hold onto something that made you sane. He didn’t even do anything and you were helpless… You felt your cheeks warming, your neck and chest burning “Kiss me” you demanded.

“Call me Daddy, babygirl… You don’t want me to punish you” He warned, but leaned in to kiss you anyway. This time his kiss wasn’t gentle nor loving, he kissed you like Minho. His lips smashed into yours, claiming you, dominating you, his tongue explored your mouth eagerly and you felt dizzy with his kiss. He tasted good somehow, he was intoxicating…You let your hand wander on his neck, pulling his hair, making him groan into the kiss. You suddenly felt his hand under your shirt, pulling it up slightly, and you couldn’t help but let a moan escape your lips, breaking the kiss after his hand reached to cup your breast.

“Daddy, please…” You pleaded. Chan buried his nose on your neck again, breathing in deeply, taking you in, his thumb brushed over your nipple, your voice made your way easily, loudly hanging in the air like a request for more. You felt hot, your clothes suddenly feeling like too much on your body.

“Please what, Babygirl? Use your words” He ordered and you wished you could answer him, but Hyunjin must have some kind of alarm buried in his damn ass so he could interrupt you every damn time of your life. You heard the knock on your door and let out an exhausted sigh, your anger getting the best of you.

“Get the hell out of here, Hyunjin!” You yelled, pissed off, but the voice that answered back wasn’t Hyunjin’s… It was Felix’s.

“That’s what I would say to you, bitch!” He yelled back, making you chuckle. Why? Lord, why you had such inconvenient friends? Why couldn’t you have a single friend that let you fuck or make out in peace? Chan sighed heavily, getting off you and rolling in your bed, his hand left your breast to rub his own face, he was certainly cursing Felix on his head.

You got up from your bed and opened your door, making sure you didn’t make yourself presentable at all, so your best friend could know he was a son of a bitch that got on your way. Felix took in your messed hair and your wrinkled clothes with a chuckle. What a little prick… He looked at you mockingly and shrugged. You would have to murder him someday.

“It seems like I interrupted something” His voice wasn’t apologetic, but his expression was a mocking apology that made you want to punch his face “That’s good though! Hyunjin asked me on a date” You choked, coughing so much that Chan had to pat your back, getting out of your bed quickly and worried.

“What the fuck, man?” Hyunjin uttered “I asked if you wanted to watch a movie with us or something” He corrected and Felix shrugged.

“Same thing” He chuckled and you rested your hand on your chest, picking up your breath “Anyway, come watch it with us!” Felix grabbed your hand and guided you to your living room, not really letting you choose. Chan followed you both, looking as tired as you. On the couch, Minho waited expressionless, eating popcorn and looking at something on TV.

“Oh? You’re free tonight?” You asked surprised and Minho looked at you, arching his brow.

“Yeah, Hyunjin said he wanted a movie night, he was jealous because I wasn’t paying attention to him” Hyunjin groaned, pissed at his friends and you let out a chuckle. So, Minho could speak normally to you! Okay, that was good news. You sat beside him, smiling, but he didn’t smile back at you, he simply looked to Hyunjin, expecting what he would say.

“What about a horror movie, hm?” Hyunjin suggested, grinning suggestively.

You weren’t really fond of horror movies, but you nodded anyway, patting the seat next to you so Chan would sit there. He promptly sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer, as you brought your knees up, allowing Hyunjin to sit on the floor, his back on the couch. Felix went to Hyunjin’s left and sat on Minho’s feet, getting a whine from the older boy that he promptly ignored, unbothered.

“You can rest your feet on mine” You said to him, smiling.

“Thank you, kitty” He smiled back, pilling his legs with yours, and you felt Chan tense up under you. You bitten your lower lip, wondering if Chan was upset with your nickname, you figured it would be strange if Minho kept calling you like this… You looked at him with an apologetic smile this time.

“I think it’s better if you call me by my name for now…” You muttered but you knew he listened because he shot you a hurt expression before pulling a composed one.

“Sure” He muttered back, averting his eyes from you. Hyunjin cleared his throat, surfing through the movies option not paying attention to anything, making Felix scoff.

“Are you sure you want a horror movie, Hyunjin? You look afraid to read the synopsis” He mocked, getting a groan from Hyunjin “Here, let me choose it” Felix demanded, taking the controller and picking up a movie he thought would scare you all.

It didn’t.

The movie sucked. It was like any other horror movie you ever watched: Some shitty stubborn ghost dragged some random people into their business, blaming them for something they didn’t even know that happened and tormenting these poor people. These people were also dumb and couldn’t get a damn clue they were going into some shitty thing and keep doing things that drag them even more into the ghost’s issue and all of them ended up dying or miraculously getting away from the shitty they buried themselves into.

Boring.

You didn’t have other options though, so you kept watching it with a bothered expression, covering your ears now and then so you wouldn’t get startled by the jump scares. Everything was going fine until you felt Chan’s hand hovering on your waist, his thumb gentling rubbing circles on your skin, making you shiver. You bit your lower lip as his hand gotten under your shirt, caressing your belly and making you chuckle.

Perhaps it was the chuckle but Minho sensed your change of mood, glancing at you and seeing Chan’s hand under your shirt. He wished it could be him. He noticed your tensed figure, trying to keep everything in low profile, even though Chan wasn’t actually doing anything yet, and he clenched his teeth when Chan whispered something on your ear, making you shiver and close your eyes in delight. Minho could only imagine what if it was him… Would you close your eyes like that? Bit your lips like that? Grab his thigh like that? Expose your neck like…

His train of thoughts was interrupted by a kick on his crotch.

“Whatafuc-“ He hissed, his hand snapping to his crotch while you widened your eyes.

So… You may have a horny Chan caressing you not so innocently, and you may have not paid enough attention to your surroundings. This time when the jump scare came you were too into controlling your breath and concentrating in Chan’s hand trailing to your thighs and you may or may not have had a fucking heart attack when the ghost jumped in the screen out of nowhere, startling you so much that you kicked Minho.

Right in his crotch.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You cried, getting off Chan and kneeling on the couch, your hand snapped to his crotch without further thinking, worried you had injured him for real. He wouldn’t get a fucking child! Did he want to be a father? Well! Even if he didn’t, he should be able to keep his balls… Your thoughts faded when he moaned under your touch “Oh, god, sorry!” You whined, getting your hand off him and cursing yourself.

Who the hell just grab people’s dicks around?!

You felt your cheeks flushed and snapped your eyes to Chan, worried.

“I didn’t mean to grab his dick!” You uttered, making Felix and Hyunjin cackle up while Minho curled up and hid his lower half, his hand cupping it as his face contorted in pain and embarrassment. Chan waved his hand shrugging it off with a chuckle “Are you okay? I’m so, so sorry!” You said as you turned back to Minho, grabbing his face and looking him in the eyes, the tears prickling his eyes as he tried to smile at you.

“I’m fine, that’s fine” He assured you, but his voice said otherwise.

Hyunjin took advantage of the moment to suddenly get up and turn off the TV, resuming the movie night. “I guess the mood is ruined” He shrugged, making Felix scoff “Let’s just give up on the movie night, what a shame” He feigned a saddened tone.

“You’re saying it because you were scared” Felix stated, making you laugh “But I guess he’s right… Minho just got hit on the dick, I don’t think he wants to keep watching this and it’s getting late for Chan” You two looked at Chan, who seemed fine with it.

“Well, I’m driving, but I guess it’s better to give up” He agreed, chuckling at Hyunjin relieved self “Wanna a ride home, Felix?”

“Oh, no! Thanks. I’m sleeping here tonight” He refused and you shot your brows up looking at him “Is that okay, Y/N?”

“Of course! You can crash here whenever you want! I just got surprised” You laughed, waving your hands to dismiss the thought he could bother you, as you laughed, shaking your head, you could see in the corner of your eyes Chan eyeing you, and you looked at him, smiling. You didn’t know what he was expecting, but he stood there a few seconds, looking at you expectantly before clearing his throat.

“So… I guess I’m going…” He seemed unsure “Bye” He waved at you, looking really uncomfortable. You guessed he was probably shy because the other guys were there too, so you approached him, gave him a peck on his cheek, and opened the door, waving him goodbye before closing the door. Felix smiled at you sympathetically, making you frown, and both of you helped Hyunjin clean up everything while Minho excused himself.

“So…” Felix said as soon as you came into your room “You didn’t invite him to stay the night” He stated before you shrugged it off, frowning confused as you couldn’t understand why he sounded like he pitied you.

“He would have to sleep on the couch… It’s way better if he went home” You pointed out “He doesn’t like Hyunjin, so he wouldn’t sleep with him… I don’t think he would be comfortable sleeping with Minho and you’re sleeping with me” You added.

“I could sleep on the couch” He suggested, making you scoff.

“As if! You don’t let me sleep on the couch on your place, there’s no way I would do that to you” You said firmly, getting a chuckle from him.

“I could sleep with Hyunjin or Minho” He reminded you. Well, that was true, but it didn’t even cross your mind…You couldn’t get Felix’s point, though. Why did he look like he knew something you didn’t? He crossed his legs, what made him look like some kind of wise man, and you frowned at him, feeling uncomfortable as you sensed he would come up with something.

“So what? It’s not a big deal” You shrugged “He’s already gone anyway” Before you could say anything else, Felix sighed and looked right into your eyes.

“I think you should stop seeing Chan” He stated seriously.

What?

“You want me to date Minho?” You asked surprised and Felix shot his brow up, looking at you in disbelief.

“You do realize that you can live without dating them, right? I don’t think you like Chan and I don’t think you will, Y/N… Do you like him?” He looked serious like he had been thinking about it for some time, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him… Especially if he seemed so serious about this, so you bit your lower lip and sat beside him, shaking your head.

“No, not yet…” You confessed “But I do think I can like him! He’s really sweet, Felix… I’m loving to spend time with him, it’s been amazing! And today… Wow… Before you interrupted us” You eyed him upset, making him chuckle “I wasn’t even thinking about anything, I wasn’t feeling insecure, I felt he would love me like I wanted to be loved” You stated, your voice soft as you remembered all the time you spent with Chan recently.

“It’s not love, Y/N” Felix said sadly “You like to spend time with me too, don’t you? You think I’m amazing…” He grinned at that and you pushed him playfully, laughing, “I think you see him as your friend. A good friend. Not as good as me, of course, because, please! He won’t ever beat me” He sounded cocky and you couldn’t help but cackle up, agreeing “But Chan likes you… I don’t think he deserves this”

“You were the one who said I should date him!” You accused, making him snort.

“No! I was the one who said you should fuck him. I did think you should get to know him, but you already spent time with him, didn’t you? Even if it’s not too much time, I think it’s obvious you don’t feel anything for him. When you like someone you want to spend every second with them… You didn’t even think twice before sending him home, Y/N, while he stood there hoping you would invite him” His voice was so serious you didn’t even think it belonged to Felix.

He was right, you didn’t even think about inviting him, but you didn’t spend so much time with him either. What if you started to like him? You wondered if you would like Chan someday. Would he be the one you wanted to call home? He certainly could be. He was so perfect! He didn’t have any flaw that made you think about rejecting him… Maybe if you dated a little bit longer…

“Are you sure you don’t like Minho?” Felix asked cautiously and you shot him a surprised look.

“Why would you ask that?” You asked suspicious of him “Do you think I like Minho? I don’t think I like him more than I would like Chan” You denied “And I don’t think he likes me either, he’s bringing girls every day, fucking them every day too, I guess. I think he misread his own feelings”

“I think you’re dense” Felix laughed “He likes you, that’s for sure, and I think you may feel something for him… You grabbed his dick today, Y/N, I don’t think that’s normal” You whined, hitting him with your pillow.

“It wasn’t my intention! I grabbed it out of reflex!” You complained, making Felix laugh.

“What kind of reflex is that?!” He joked, laughing out loud as he wiped a tear “I don’t know… You always invited Minho to do stuff with us, but you never did this to Chan, you’re always complaining he doesn’t spend time with you anymore… I’m not on your mind, but I would bet Minho have been in there much more than Chan have”

You hated to admit it, but he was right.

You have been thinking about Minho a lot, but it didn’t mean you liked him.

He has been ditching you and ignoring you, so of course you would be complaining about him. He was your friend, so it felt natural to invite him to spend time with you and Felix, who was your friend too, but Chan wasn’t your friend back then, he was just someone you knew… Now you were going out on dates with him, why would you invite him to spend time with you and Felix? It didn’t make any sense.

“I don’t like Minho” You stated “I may not like Chan yet, but I certainly don’t like Minho”

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself” You looked him in the eye, feeling upset. Why couldn’t he understand you didn’t like Minho? Felix was smart and he knew you as no one did, so he should understand what you were feeling, what you were thinking.

You weren’t in denial, you just didn’t like him.

“It sounds like you want me to like him” You retorted, frowning “Are you trying to get me to choose Minho?” Felix shook his head, looking pretty sincere to you, but was he? It did look like he was trying to make you choose him.

“I’m trying to help you figure it out, Y/N. You can’t keep dating Chan if you don’t like him, and you know it! He likes you, Y/N. He really does. I think you should step back, because he won’t do it… He wants you to like him, he needs it. If you don’t like Minho, that’s fine too. You can be alone, you don’t need to date neither of them” He said worried “To me, it sounds like you want to date Chan because if you don’t, you won’t have a reason to not look at Minho and you think He’s already over you”

It hit you like a slap.

Felix thought you were using Chan.

Your best friend thought you were using someone.

“I… I can’t believe it” You were dumbfounded “You think… You think I would do this, Felix? I thought you knew me better” Your voice held disappointment, and you felt your chest tightening as you looked in his eyes to see a defeated Felix in front of you.

“I’m not saying you’re doing this on purpose, Y/N” He reassured you “I’m saying that I don’t think you like Chan and you’re using him, even if you don’t realize it”

“I won’t use him! I will like him” You assured and Felix snapped.

“You don’t have to like him, Y/N!” He yelled at you, getting you startled “You should like him because you feel it! It’s not a decision you can take, for lord’s sake!” He uttered, tired. You felt tears prickling your eyes and he sighed, hugging you “Sorry… I’m worried, Y/N. I know you won’t forgive yourself if you hurt Chan… And I know you will, because you don’t love him, and he loves you” He rubbed your back and then patted it, trying to calm you down “I’m afraid you get into it just to lose your time and then twenty years after you realize you made a mistake… Chan is a perfect boyfriend for you, but it doesn’t mean you have to like him. That’s not how the heart works”

You didn’t know when Felix got so wise, but you knew he was right. You didn’t like Chan and you would try to like him because you felt you needed to like him… You would hurt yourself and him, and then you would blame yourself for everything. You sighed in defeat. You should listen to him, Felix knew what he was talking about, he knew you.

“I know…” You agreed, tired, tightening the hug “I guess I really wanted to have someone, you know? It felt good to be loved, Felix! I want to like him back, I really do” Felix kissed your hair, humming in acknowledgment “But I don’t… I know I don’t… And I don’t know if I will” You sighed, feeling defeated. It was hard to admit it, but you knew it was the truth. Felix seemed satisfied that you were facing it, but you felt lost.

And now what?

“You should think about your feelings toward Minho” He said suddenly “I know you said you don’t like him, but I’m not so sure, Y/N… You looked so tired all this time he was ignoring you. It’s like you’re out of your battery, like he’s your charger” You scoffed. Felix was such a helpless romantic.

“I’m tired because my friend has been ignoring me, Felix, not because I like him” You reasoned, letting out a yawn “Let’s sleep, I’m tired… I will talk to Chan tomorrow” You promised. Felix nodded, laying down on your bed, promptly cuddling you.

“Sorry if I hurt you” He muttered, pulling you closer “You know I love you, I’m just worried about you, I can’t help it… What will I do if my little sister gets hurt?” He said mockingly, referring to your height difference, a joke he always used against you, and always awarded him with a kick.

“I love you too, Lix” You said, nuzzling in him “I guess if your little sister gets hurt you will have to cuddle her and feed her with ice cream while we watch Barbie movies” You stated, making him laugh.

“I hope you never get hurt” He joked and you pushed him lightly.

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You couldn’t believe it.

After everything you said to Felix last night, there you were looking at Minho cooking something, his wiggling butt side to side as he played some pop music on his phone, and feeling yourself warming up at it.

That was it.

You felt your heart warming by a ridiculous butt dance.

You could say anything you wanted right now, but you would never convince yourself it wasn’t suspicious. His voice sounded funny as he sang the song, clearly missing a lot of parts and pronouncing everything wrong, but having fun while doing it… Just like you like to do when you listened to music. It was a silly thing and you knew it, but what could you do? You found it cute. You hated the thought that hovered around your mind right now.

It felt like home.

You remembered how your father used to cook your breakfast before school, his awful singing while he tried to make you laugh in the morning, making some silly dance moves that never failed to make you grin at him, trying to copy his dance before you kissed his cheek. Your mother would come in the kitchen and see you both doing this with a chuckle, making some coffee so she could feel awake enough to work. She even joined you from time to time, hugging you by your waist and grabbing your arms, shaking them out of rhythm.

It was funny because for most of these days, as you danced on the kitchen with them, Felix would just appear out of nowhere, opening the door of your apartment because he had the keys, and laugh out loud saying “Shake that booty!” Felix uttered, hyped.

Yeah… Exactly like this.

Felix entered the kitchen shaking his leg and wiggling his butt along with Minho, making him realize your presence and smile bashfully “She has danced way worse than that, you can keep the dance” Felix joked, looking at you in bliss, probably remembering your childhood but he sensed something was wrong when he saw your face, because he buried his eyes on yours and let out a small “Oh” followed by a sly grin.

He knew it.

“Shouldn’t you be dancing too, Y/N? Where is his kiss on the cheek? That’s not what you dad taught you” Felix was a son of a bitch… How could you be his friend for so long? Minho didn’t get the joke, looking at you confused, obviously, and you sighed in defeat.

“My dad used to dance in the kitchen and I always kissed him on the cheek” You explained briefly, his eyes shining in comprehension “So… What are you cooking?” You tried to change the subject, and Minho smiled proudly.

“Kimbap” He answered happily “My mother always made this for me when I was feeling tired or sick, so I figured it would be a good breakfast after a hurtful accident” He joked, making you whine embarrassed. Why did you have to kick his crotch?! You noticed Felix’s grin widening, looking at you in mock silence.

“That’s funny, it’s Y/N’s favorite dish” His tone was so suspicious you couldn’t see Minho not sensing Felix’s hints “It’s almost as you were made for each other” He added, slyly smiling at you and then at him.

You choked, your coughing worrying Minho to the point he came to you with a glass of water in his hands. You took it gratefully and shot a glare to Felix, mouthing a silent “What the fuck?!” to him, that just pretended he didn’t see it and laughed, going sit on the stool. You should just kick it and watch him fall in pain… You narrowed your eyes, pondering the idea but you were interrupted by Minho.

“I think she’s more Chan’s type, though” He stated, going back to the kitchen when you stopped coughing. Well… You deserved it. After all this time being ignored by him, the first thing he said to you willingly was that you belonged with Chan. He didn’t look hurt at all, so you figured he just really thought so, and it made it worse. It was obvious that when you sorted out your feelings, it would be too late. You weren’t even surprised. Felix’s smile turned in a frown and you grimaced at him, shrugging it off.

“It may be because Chan actually had the guts to show his feelings” Felix muttered under his breath, making you gasp. Your eyes shot to Minho, who turned slowly in Felix’s direction, an upset frown in his face “Maybe he wouldn’t be her type if he kept complaining he l—“ Felix was interrupted by an alarmed Hyunjin that looked sleepy, but worried. Was Hyunjin an expert in interrupting things? It did look this way.

“What’s for breakfast?!”He asked in a high pitch tone and you figured the three of them knew something you didn’t.

Felix was being strange yesterday mentioning Minho over and over again… And it was kinda suspicious how Hyunjin and Minho just showed up on the beach when you had your date with Chan… Hyunjin called Felix out of nowhere to watch a movie and Minho suddenly wasn’t with a girl… It could be a lot of strange coincidences, but it also could mean they were up to something.

“Kimbap” Minho answered him with a serious tone, looking strangely at Felix, and you could see Hyunjin mouthing something to them, but you couldn’t read his lips. Felix cleared his throat, getting quiet as Hyunjin sat beside him with a tight smile, pretending to be relaxed, and Minho just resumed his cooking, bringing the food to the stand and placing it there, sitting on his stool and eating moodily.

“Did Chan tell you about the performance they will be having this Friday?” Felix broke the silence, you chewed your food while trying to remember if he did.

“No, not that I recall… We didn’t talk much yesterday” You admitted and Felix chuckled “Why?” You added afterward, blushing under the boys' gaze.

“I guess he wanted to invite you as a special guest” You noticed his look to Minho, like he was suggesting something. Were you crazy or Felix was testing Minho? You narrowed your eyes at them, curious about what they were hiding, but your suspicious got lost on your mind as you felt a kick under the table.

“Ouch!” You hissed at Hyunjin, who widened his eyes and smiled sheepishly at you “What the hell, dude?”

“Sorry… Spasm” He trailed off, Felix’s laugh sounding on the kitchen “Anyway, I think we all should go together!” Hyunjin stated hurriedly.

“I didn’t know you like 3RACHA” You said surprised, making Hyunjin laugh.

“I didn’t know them, but Minho showed their songs to me and I liked it… It’s always good to go out anyway, I can hook up with someone” It was such a Hyunjin’s type of answer… You grimaced at him, wondering if he liked something that wasn’t horny related and gone back to eat, looking at Felix.

“Well… I don’t know if he will want me to go…” You said worried and Felix shrugged it off.

“Of course He will! He’s not like most guys that just pretend you don’t exist out of nowhere because he’s hurt” He grimaced at Minho. Okay… So Felix may be angry at him because of his ditching, what would explain his odd behavior for the morning. You eyed Minho, who seemed pissed off at Felix remark, and heard Hyunjin clearing his throat uncomfortable.

It was officially an awkward breakfast.

You decided it was enough for now, and stood up suddenly, excusing yourself as you went back to your room, so you could change your clothes. You had called Chan as soon as you woke up and asked him to meet you at the Coffee Shop near the Music Department before you had your classes. When you came back to the living room, the guys eyed you confused, except for Felix, who knew what you were up to.

“Aren’t your classes like… An hour from now?” Hyunjin asked looking at the time “Won’t you wait for a ride?”

“I’m going to meet Chan” You explained, going to the door “I suppose you’re going with them for your classes, Lix” You said looking at him as you unlocked the door, getting a nod from him “Okay, then! Bye guys~” You waved your hand as you let them there, locking the door and going to the bus stop.

Your ride was quite pleasant, even though you were feeling nervous. How would he react? You hoped he took it lightly because you didn’t want to hurt him. As soon as you arrived at the Coffee Shop you looked around, searching for Chan, but you didn’t find him, which wasn’t surprising since you were a little bit early. You waved at Jeongin, who was working there today and went to your favorite couch, sitting there and waiting.

Maybe it was the wait, but you were starting to freak out.

You started to rehearse what you would say, trying to focus your mind on something so you wouldn’t begin a worrying loop about what Chan would do. Was he gonna be upset at you? Was he gonna be okay? Maybe he didn’t even like you that much! No… You were sure he did. Maybe you should say nothing! Was it that bad to keep seeing him? Yes, of course, it was.

You sighed.

Count on someone to sort out your life and you were screwed!

And when you say someone you mean yourself, really.

How the hell could you be so bad at it?! It should be easy! You just needed to say you thought about everything and you saw you didn’t like him and couldn’t lead him on like that. Easy peasy. Your heart didn’t seem to agree with it, because it was racing as if you were going to propose to him. You heard the tinkling sound that announced someone had come in and you looked straight at the door, following Chan with your eyes. He searched around until he saw you sit down and approached you, a big smile on his face.

“Hey, babygirl” Chan leaned on and pecked your lips… That was all it took to your brain to turn into pudding. You stood there expressionless, thinking about how you could say to someone that just pecked your lips and called you babygirl that you weren’t interested.

“Ha! What’s up?” You couldn’t say you were smooth, but it did get a result. Chan frowned, sensing your awkwardness “I have to tell you something, Daddy” Could someone stop you from being dumb? Probably not.

“Are you okay?” He asked cautiously “You seem… A little out of character” He stated, worried. Great! Now he knew you were freaking out.

“I’m fine! Totally fine! I never had been so fine in my whole life, really… Fine” Why didn’t you ask Felix to come with you so he could slap your face and get you out of here with some dignity? You should rely on your friends! “What did you want to talk about?”

“It was you who… Called… Me… Are you sure you’re okay? I think you’re kinda nervous” He pointed out. He eyed you funnily, trying to figure out what was happening in your brain, but he couldn’t! Because you couldn’t give a good hint. You sucked.

“Oh, right” You agreed, just to be in silence for a couple of seconds “I know we’re not dating, but… I… I suck at this, oh my god” You sighed, your hand rubbing your face.

“You don’t like me” He stated, smiling at you sympathetically and you whined “It’s okay, Y/N… I know you don’t” He assured you, resting his face on his hand, his elbow on the couch “I hoped I could make you like me back, but I guess I wasn’t good enough” He sighed, his smile disappearing. He was clearly sad and you promptly held his hand.

“No! You were more than enough! You’re perfect, Chan… You’re really are, but my heart is dumb” You reassured him, making him laugh.

“Your heart isn’t dumb, you are” He joked and you kicked him “I’m kidding, I get it. It’s not meant to be, it’s fine… We can still be friends, right? Like… I really like you as a person, I would like to keep in touch, go to the beach, teach you how to swim for real this time” He laughed, making you chuckle “See you in my performances, even if you’re just wasted there screaming that I’m hot” He mocked you and you groaned.

“Oh my god! Let it go” You pleaded, laughing at him “And sure, I would love to be your friend! Although I will probably refrain to call you a hot Daddy from now on” He cackled up at that, nodding.

“Fair enough” He said as he got up “I think I’m going now… Don’t really think I can start this friendly thing right now, let me suffer a little bit” He joked “We’re performing this Friday if you wanna come… Until then I will be getting over it so we can be real friends” He smiled at you and even though he tried to make you feel better, you could see he was feeling down. You smiled back, nodding, watching as he went out. It was okay, You could wait for him to feel comfortable with you, and It went way better then you expected!

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You should have known being alone with Felix would be insufferable from now on.

“You’re so pretty tonight… Are you trying to impress someone?” He said suggestively, making you roll your eyes “For someone who didn’t like him, you looked whipped” He continued, and you sighed, checking yourself out one last time before deciding you were satisfied with what you were seeing on the mirror.

“I didn’t like him before, okay?” You looked at Felix in defeat “It’s just… What can I do if I just woke up and it hit me like a truck?” You whined, making Felix laugh.

“When I looked at you, I was so surprised! It looked like that time I let you have the last slice of my cake and you were so overwhelmed that you just stood there looking at me” He chuckled at the memory, and you couldn’t help but laugh “But you’re wrong… Nobody just wakes up one day and fall in love with someone out of nowhere, there are always signs, Y/N… Little things that this person does that come to your heart until you just realize it one day”

“You’re so cheesy, Felix… You’re turning into a poet” You laughed “Anyway, I will be telling him soon, so you don’t have to be on my tail, ok?”

“Oh? You’re gonna confess?” He asked surprised.

“Well, yeah. He did it before, right? It doesn’t make any sense for me being shy about it now… If he moved on, that’s it” You shrugged.

“He didn’t move on, he’s just an idiot” Felix rolled his eyes “He has been seeing women so he can forget you, he’s just dumb! He had the courage to say you’re Chan’s type! Right in front of me and Hyunjin” Felix laughed like it was a great joke, but you didn’t get it. You arched one brow, confused.

“What’s the big deal?” Felix bit his lower lip, pondering if he should say something “I noticed you were riled up, but I didn’t want to mention it, I was hoping you would share your thought with me later” You confessed, making him sighs in defeat.

“He has been whining about your choice all this time” Felix explained “Hyunjin is almost begging you to do him, he can’t handle Minho’s complains anymore” He laughed, remembering a funny situation that he wouldn’t share with you “To tell you the truth… I and Hyunjin were trying to give him some chance to do something about it, trying to put you to on the same place since Minho has been ditching you, but he’s a stubborn little shit” Felix looked so done, his expression morphing into a frown “I don’t even know why I was helping him, really! I should have let him suffer alone”

“Wait up” You put your hand on your hips, challengingly “You’re telling me you were trying to set me up and didn’t tell me a damn thing? Felix where is our friendship at this point?” You feigned hurt, making him scoff and roll his eyes “So I was right! I thought you were being suspicious, but then I dismissed it because you wouldn’t be doing anything behind my back” You shot him a pointed look, accusing him silently.

“I think you’re missing the point here, Y/N!” He uttered, laughing at your pouting expression “I didn’t know if you would like Chan, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t overlook Minho, okay? You should be thanking me” You cackled up, shaking your head in amusement “Anyway, you’re missing two points, actually! You’re pretending I didn’t just say he likes you” Your smile faded away, giving way to a shy grin and a blush, making Felix squeak excited.

“That’s irrelevant, I would confess to him anyway” You shrugged, but Felix could see right through you fake badass attitude, scoffing at you and throwing his arm around your shoulder, head locking you softly.

“You’re cute when you try to lie to me, Y/N” He mocked you, guiding you to his front door so you guys could go and wait for the boys outside “I can see you’re excited, you can’t even wait to tell him you like him, can you? Oh god! Your chastity vow will finally end!” You pushed him, whining at your best friend. It would be so much easier if Felix was a normal guy instead of a bitch.

“If you try to put me on the spotlight, I’m gonna end you” You threatened, but he laughed at you, asking what did you take him for. You felt the urge to laugh in his face, but you put a composed expression on your face as you grimaced “As a son of a bitch” You stated, making him pout.

When you both got out of the building, the car was already there. To your surprise, it wasn’t Minho who was driving, but Hyunjin, that looked cockily at you, proud of his outfit. He was especially hot today, but you wouldn’t say it to him, so you feigned a disgust expression to his smug grin, making both of you laugh, and sat on the back seat while greeting them. Felix got in the car right after you, greeting them normally, and you thought for a moment he would be a good friend and stay silent, but, of course, he couldn’t.

You should have known better.

As soon as you got yourself at the window, looking outside after your small greet to both of your roommates, Felix noticed Minho seemed down and nonchalantly. He was probably ignoring you like he had been doing for the past weeks. Now that you knew he was doing this so he could move on, you didn’t really pay attention to his behavior, choosing to wait for a better moment when you could just tell him what you felt. Felix didn’t seem too fond of the silence though, so he decided to break the ice in a suspicious way that made you narrow your eyes immediately.

“What a beautiful night, hm?” It wasn’t like Felix to try to lighten up the mood with a weather comment, so you knew he was up to something “Look like the perfect night for lovers” You shot him a glare, upset he was like this, but he just grinned at you. You could see on the rearview mirror that Hyunjin and Minho frowned, confused by that random sentence, and you sighed.

“Well, I guess Hyunjin will have a good night, then” You said in a warning tone, threatening your friend in silence, but he just ignored you.

“Yeah… Hyunjin” he agreed with a sly grin.

Oh god, you should have killed Felix back home, so you would have another best friend by now.

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Minho was wasted.

At first, all of your friends just ditched you for different reasons.

Hyunjin quickly got on his mission to hook up with someone, disappearing as soon as you got there; Minho avoided you, picking up a drink and fading away so you didn’t even have a chance to talk to him; and Felix just complained Minho was a coward and started to look for him, leaving you by yourself. You stood there, on the bar, watching as the guys set up their equipment before Chan noticed you and waved in your direction, which you responded with a bright smile, happy he seemed fine.

You caught a glimpse of Hyunjin now and then, going around the place and flirting with girls nonstop but Felix and Minho were nowhere to be seen. It had been around twenty to thirty minutes when Felix finally reappeared, pulling a drunk Minho with him. Felix looked exhausted and drunk but Minho looked wasted. He usually walked like royalty; he had sharp movements that made him look cool anywhere but now he walked like… Well, a drunk man. He was kinda curled up, but not really, his head seeming too heavy for him since he just let it hang there and shot it up just so he could let it drop again, chuckling at nothing.

Oh god, he was so wasted…

“What did you do to him?!” You hissed at Felix, but he didn’t answer you, looking a little bit lost at your words, as if he couldn’t really understand anything right now, your words sounding like a whir on the back of his head. Great. You had a drunk best friend and a wasted crush with you, and Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen right now. Just perfect.

“You did me” Minho’s tongue was slurring and he staggered in your way, throwing his hand around your shoulders “Y/N… Dump Chan, be mine” He asked before resting his forehead on your shoulder, hugging you loosely. You felt the urge to laugh, he was ridiculous. Was that how you looked when you were drunk? You patted his back, sighing.

“We will talk when you sober up, okay?” You said softly, and he hummed in response, even though you didn’t think he understood you at all. Minho nuzzled in you, tightening his grip and leaving a soft kiss on your neck, where his nose was closer to, making you shiver, it wasn’t a bold move on you, he was just being loving and you thought it was cute, even though it would be even cuter if he was sober… But anyway, now was too late for that.

“Hug me, you’re not hugging me” He whined and you cackled up “Not funny, don’t play with me!” He broke away from you, but you couldn’t stop laughing, looking at his pouting and childish behavior.

The poor boy wasn’t on his best state of mind, whining at you because you didn’t hug him when you were just literally hugging him tightly. So Minho was the childish drunk… You couldn’t help but pinch his cheek, chuckling, but he got angry at it, trying to go away.

“No, come back!” You yelled so he could hear you, but you were stopped by a random guy grabbing your arm. Oh, great… That was exactly what you needed “Let go, dude” You said simply, your eyes burying into his in annoyance, but the guy didn’t get the clue.

“Don’t waste your time on guys like this, sweety, I can make you feel way better” He whispered in your ear, making you upset. You tried to pull your arm away, but he held it firmly, so you tried it again and again, but he just didn’t loosen his grip. You heard Minho’s mumbling with a really upset tone but you didn’t even have the time to look at him before a punch was thrown on the random guy face.

You turned back startled, just to see an annoyed Felix behind you.

“Take your hands off her, you shit” He uttered, angry as you never saw him. You gulped down, the last thing you needed right now was a drunk Felix kicking and punching people around him. You tried to grab his arm and lull him but another hand grabbing your shoulder was enough for Felix snapping back, punching the other guy in a blink of an eye.

The second boy was Minho.

Holy shit…

You sighed heavily, rubbing your face tired and looking around, expecting to see Hyunjin near because of the commotion. Luckily, Hyunjin was close and grabbed Felix, trying to calm him down, as you helped Minho stand and shot an apologetic look at Chan, who looked at you surprised. Why every time you went to his perform things went in a strange path? Minho leaned on you as you tried to get him outside. Hyunjin just got Felix on a stool, trying to talk to him and put some sense on his head… You would have to trust Hyunjin on this one.

As you made your way through the crowd and out of the place, you let Minho lay on a bench outside. He was rubbing his cheek, probably due to the pain. Felix had indeed a black belt, so you could only imagine how his punch felt… Why did they drink so much, god? You took Minho’s hand onto yours, trying to take a look on his cheek, your fingers carefully caressing his cheek. He hummed under your touch and you let out a chuckle.

“You’re dumb” You stated, and he whined at you.

“I was trying to protect you” He groaned, embarrassed “It’s not my fault Felix punched me…” He cried, his voice sounded funny and sulky, making you snort “I can’t even protect you… What kind of guy am I?” He complained and you rolled your eyes.

The punch seemed to wake him up a little bit but he was still kinda funny.

“I don’t need you to protect me, I have Felix in case you haven’t noticed” You joked, making he snort “You don’t need to protect me, I just need you by my side” You muttered, knowing he wouldn’t understand but somehow he seemed to. His hand caressed yours and he looked deep in your eyes, his gaze soft, and you gave him a peck on the cheek.

He smiled cutely before pouting.

“I think his punch hurt my mouth a little bit” He was a sly little prick… You chuckled before giving him a peck on the lips, making him beam “I think I bit my tongue too…” You cackled up at that, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Now you’re just taking advantage of my healing powers” You accused, making him chuckle.

“I like you, Y/N” He muttered, looking away “I’m glad you don’t like Chan… It was horrible to see you with him, I swear to god! I know we have to wish the person we love to be happy with another person when they want it… But I couldn’t watch you with him… It was just painful” He wailed.

“Hm… You didn’t look so hurt while bringing all these girls home though” You sang, making him whine.

“They weren’t you… It didn’t mean anything” He shrugged but his eyes lit up right after “Were you jealous?” He asked teasingly and you scoffed.

“Don’t flatter yourself” You rolled your eyes mockingly “I don’t care who you slept with, Minho, if you stay with me from now on I’m okay with it” You added, averting your eyes as you felt the embarrassment sink in. You were becoming Felix… Minho sat down on the bench, waiting a bit before standing up right in front of you. You looked at his eyes, his shy gaze on your face.

You didn’t even think as your hands wandered to his face, grabbing his jaw as if you needed it to regain your balance like he was the only thing you could hold before falling, even though holding him couldn’t help the fact that you fell for him anyway. He got startled at your actions, widening his eyes as he looked straight into yours, trying to understand what you were doing. His cheeks were slightly pink and you found it too cute to ignore, so you grazed your thumb over them, looking at him with so much adoration he melted inside.

“Y/N?” His voice was weak and fragile, trembling, unsure. It sounded like a thin string vanishing away.

“I prefer when you call me kitty” You answered softly and you connected your lips with his.

At first, it was subtle, an uncertain brush. It seemed you were afraid he would simply be gone after you kissed him, but he wasn’t gone. He was there. You kissed him with so much emotion he didn’t know what to do, your tongue asked for permission to explore his mouth, and he simply moaned, letting you in. It was completely different from your first kiss with him, you weren’t desperate, you weren’t horny… You were home. It felt like he just let you him on his life and as soon as he cupped both of your cheeks and deepened the kiss, you knew you could never go away.

You were locked in.

Your soft and lovely kiss turned into a passionate one, Minho held you close, like you could vanish from his hands again anytime soon and you enlaced his neck with your arms, bringing him closer to you, trying to show that you could never let him go. One of his hands slid to your waist and rubbed gentle circles there. He was lovingly. You broke away the kiss and felt his forehead on yours, your eyes still closed as you breathed in slowly.

“Kitty?” He called you, so much love in his voice… Your smile came naturally.

“I think I like you” You said, just as he said to you that day, and he chuckled.

“Thank god or this kiss would have been so awkward” He joked, and you laughed, relieved, gripping your waist firmly as if he was afraid to let you go.

“I do like Chan… As a friend. Just like Felix. Well, maybe a little bit less, I’m not even sure if I like you more than I like Felix” You joked, and he scoffed.

“What a wonderful thing to hear from the girl I like” He joked, and you giggled.

“Chan is a friend, a lovely friend… But he isn’t home” He eyed you weirdly as if you were talking nonsense “When I’m with you, I feel at home, Minho… I can be myself, I can be relaxed… I enjoy your company the most, I love to sprawl everywhere with you, I love to cuddle you, I love to stay there listening about your day… I love to see you dancing ridiculously while you cook…” You couldn’t help but caress his cheeks, looking him as if he was the only thing you could ever see in the world “When I get into your arms I feel whole… You’re my safe place and even though I was slow to realize it, it’s you… The one to whom I want to go back every night… It’s you”

Minho looked away, flustered, and then he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Don’t look at me now” He asked as you made mention to broke away from his hug to look at his face, his voice somewhat funny.

“Are you crying?” You asked amused and He scoffed.

“No! Of course not!” Even so, he didn’t let you look at him. You laughed, hugging him “I can’t believe you like me back” He sighed, relieved “Oh my god… I missed you so much, Kitty! So, so much…” He squeezed you, taking a deep breath.

And then he made a strange noise.

You moved away a little, looking at a nauseous Minho.

“I don’t feel too good…” He muttered, letting you go “I think I’m gonna thro—“He couldn’t even finish his sentence, turning his head away from you so he could throw up on the floor. Lovely. You patted his back, trying to soothe him. Minho straightened himself, looking disgusted “What a nice way to end up the night with my girlfriend…”

“Oh?” You said surprised and he shot you a worried look.

“I mean… If you want to be my girlfriend! That’s it! You don’t need to feel pressured at all” He hurried to say, making you snort.

“Calm down, I was just… Surprised” You said shyly, a fluttering feeling on your stomach “I would kiss you to seal the deal but you just threw up, so…” You trailed off, laughing, making Minho gasp in mock chock.

“So my own girlfriend won’t kiss me if I throw up at a party?! I see…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking at you in feign disappointment as you chuckled “Won’t my sweet girlfriend kiss her lovingly boyfriend?” He asked, grabbing your face and coming closer even though he didn’t intend to kiss you, making you panic, your hand pushing his chin lightly.

“Go away! Gross!” You shouted, laughing as he grabbed your waist and turned you around. As you were pretending to try to get away from him, his hug tightening around your waist, and both of your laughs sounding clearly in the air, you heard a gasp.

“Holy shit, am I interrupting something?” Hyunjin asked, Felix as surprised as him, leaning on your roommate, their eyes widening in a chocked expression

“Has been for the most time I spent with Minho, thanks for noticing” You joked and Hyunjin seemed relieved.

“Thank god! I can’t believe I won’t have to hear him whining about his love life anymore! Oh my god… I will… Oh my god! Felix, we’re free!” He beamed, shaking Felix in bliss, making him laugh “I’m so happy for you! Really! But I’m way happier for me… Y/N, I love you! I own you the world, really” Hyunjin was a dramatic little thing.

“Back off, she’s taken” Minho joked, making them laugh “Now give me a kiss, sweety” He whined mockingly, pretending he was going to kiss your cheek.

“Felix, punch him again for god’s sake!” You pleaded, Minho’s whining sounding in the air.

Poor boy.

You felt happy as all of you made your way to the car, wondering how all of it had happened.

If anyone would ask you, you would never have guessed that your roommate would get you expelled, you would have to go getting another roommate, put up with a slutty bastard, meet tons of new guys that were friendly enough with you, have your best friend trying to set you up with some of them and finally setting up with your own roommate.

You wouldn’t have it any different though.

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That’s it! Hope you guys liked it.

It was my dice decision to get Minho with her. I played until I had the same results twice in a row, so if you wanted a Chan’s end, please blame Dice God.

Sorry if I missed any warnings, I’m not used to it yet, so let me know if you felt uncomfortable with anything so I can fix it <3

Also, I no smut because I don’t know your ages and didn’t warn a smut in the beggining but I do think it was suggestive enough haha

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Late Top 10 Posts of 2020!

I have fun seeing my posts rise and fall on the Top Posts list, I kind of forgot to do this before but since I have way too much time right now I decided I might as well give it a go with a bit of comentary!

#10- Pact Marks

This one was literaly made at a moment of epiphany, I really enjoy the concept. I should mention I also really enjoyed the Unconventional Pact Marks made by @/astaroth1357, you guys should go check it out lololol

#9- Papa Mammon's Feathery Babies

This one was also an epiphany I wrote after watching videos of crows being cute, for a long while this one post was actually the second top post of all time! It still gets some rises in notes from time to time when new people find it and reblog it! And again, a huge thanks and all the love to @/hhhany82 for their great fanart made inspired on this post of mine, I was over the moon and I still am everytime I think about it ♡♡♡♡♡

#8- A Compilation of Accidents

After reading many headcanons of people using the concept of accident for agnst purposes (which are great ngl), I decided that no, accidents can make you laugh too, and so I wrote this inspired in my own personal accidents in life l o l.

#7- In What Way You Will Match With Them

After a long ass while opening dozens of tabs on my computer of matching things, writing this was hella fun. With some I had trouble deciding on what to match but in the end it was worth it uvu.

#6- MORE Small Things to Imagine

Oh man I remember exactly how I felt then. Many many times I made a small draft in an attempt to make a somewhat continuation to Small Things to Imagine but it never felt quite right. The reopening of requests at that time was really the catalyst of my inspiration. It is the shortest of the series of Small Things to Imagine but I consider it an important warm up for the reopening of requests and a weight being lifted off my shoulders!

#5- Leviathan 'Despair' Fanart

Oh my god drawing that was a pain, I did draft after draft and I was in so much agony coloring his table. But the song was so good my inspiration was on fire the entire time. You guys won't believe how happy I still am from the amount of feedback I recieved out of it. It's a simple fanart, but I felt I managed to send the exact feelings I felt from the lyrics and imagining Levi to all of you, and that makes me really proud no matter the imperfections ♡

#4- While You're Not Looking

The ammount of attention this one recieved in just one single day of being posted was NOT expected. It was again, just a moment of epiphany, and then I had many people screaming and crying in my notifications and all I could think was "oh god I broke them are you guys okay what the fuck is happening". All I had in mind while writting was literally just what they do when you're not looking, and only after some people comented on tags about the yearning this post reeked of that I realized what I wrote 😂. It skyrocketed in notes and it still has me dumbfounded lololol.

-Honorary Mentions-

#Mammon Red String Fanart

This one is one of my absoluse prides after Belphie's 'Bad Ideas' Fanart. I was just so filled with love and soft feelings due to all the feedback I was recieving in this platform, all my insecurities and anxieties being crushed and thrown out the window. This fanart was made with pure overflowing happiness and gratefulness to all of you.

#No Thoughts, Just Demons

One of my first posts in this blog, it has been on top 3 for a good while before dropping down. It was incredibly fun to draw seeing it was literally a warmup from me staying months without drawing. I still feel sorry for the original artist of the base I used because it literally scaped my mind to credit, specially seeing I cropped the thing without paying attention to any signatures, and I also had no idea the original artist was on tumblr either, though I also didn't bother to search. The moment I accidentally found about the original artist I immediatelly went to put proper credits, but still, sorry.

#'Ho Ho Homicide' Satan Claus Fanart

Oh am I proud of this one. It took so much trouble but it was so satisfying to see it becoming it's final form. But I got so impatient I posted a literal month before christmas 😂. It's one of my favorite fanarts of all time 😏.

#Breakfast In Bed

This fucking shitpost lolololol. This was literally inspired by the fact I don't see breakfast in bed as romantic at all. Although it can be good if you can't get off the bed per example, on circunstances where you can get off the bed it's nothing short of inconvenient. But still, it's endearing to have someone go for the unnecessary trouble to have you eat breakfast in bed, and so this post was born lololololol.

#'Compilation of Flustered Sweet Stuff' Making The Brothers Flustered

Another moment of epiphany where I was high on the blushing faces of the brothers. Lucifer's frown with blushy cheeks that Satan also does, Mammon's and Beel's blushy smiles that make me go (=♡=) everytime, Levi's and Asmo's blush that just make me h o r n y, Belphie's blush that makes me want to s q u e e z e him in a hug. If I could I would make a shrine for each blushy expression from all the brothers.

And now for the top 3!

#3- EVEN MORE Small Things To Imagine

Oh boy I was PUMPED while making that one. I was listening to the song mentioned on it the entire time and until today I still get so happy while listening to it. I consider this one the ultimate part of the Small Things to Imagine series because it's not only the longest it was also made with a lot more happy feelings than the first part, and it's even higher on top than MORE Small Things to imagine, and I am proud of it 😌

#2- Photos The Brothers Would Have of You

Literally inspired by the shitshow that is the photos both me and my brother take. My brother makes sure all pics he ever takes can become memes, while I always search to take pictures from people at their most natural, even if it means a blurry pic of them laughing in an awkward position, and so I merged mine and my brother's tendencies and this post was born! And honestly I don't think anyone should be ashamed of drolling in their sleep, it's normal lololol, and I do from time to time too!

And finally...

#1- Small Things To Imagine

The number 1 top post that never lost it's position not even once ever since first posted. Not only was it one of my first posts of this blog it is also my most popular to the point it appears on the top posts of the Obey Me Headcanons tag. I am extremelly proud of this post, thank you everyone for their feedback on it and all the love sent to me, it really boosted my energy at the time ♡♡♡♡♡

Thank you everyone for all the love I recieved in this short 3/4 months of activity! May 2021 give us a break!!

#♡

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Just a Touch

Tom Holland soulmate AU where soulmates can heal each other through touch

I’ve been sitting on this story for literal months. Like it’s been finished and I just... haven’t posted it. Oops lol :) Enjoy

Word Count: 5072

Warnings: mentions of injury; implied s*x

Rating: T but with some slightly mature themes

*Not my AU idea!!* I don’t remember where I saw it first but I didn’t make up this concept, just changed it a bit!

You were surrounded by people, all waiting to see the one and only Tom Holland.

It was an exciting thought, except for the fact that your whole body was aching from having stood in place for hours. Your back was sore, legs tired, and a headache had been brought on by all the yelling.

Unfortunately for you, you had yet to meet your soulmate.

See, touching your soulmate could heal pretty much anything, but not everyone had the privilege of knowing theirs. Some did, of course. Most fell in love and married while others were platonic friends who usually lived in close proximity.

You weren’t alone in this predicament. Only a few of your friends knew their soulmates. One pair of friends had grown up together and always known, another pair lived long distance but had a thriving relationship.

It’s not like you really cared. You were still young and had never really needed their help healing you. Sure you’d been hurt, but the occasional bump and bruise (and that one broken arm) weren’t the end of the world.

You snapped out of your thoughts as the cheers got loud again, signaling that Tom was finally drawing near. You and your friends looked around, trying to peek over shoulders and catch a glimpse of him.

What you didn’t realize is that he was within the crowd somewhere behind you, coming forward. A few moments later, you finally saw him heading straight towards you.

He was trying to give high fives and greetings as he passed through the thick crowd. When he approached, people seemed to surge around you, and you were bumped around, falling over.

A hand reached out to steady you, and a voice asked,

“You alright, darling?”

Adrenaline spiked as you realized that the hand and voice belonged to Tom himself. A quick smile and nod and he was on his way again.

What you didn’t realize until later was the way your aches had disappeared and the surge of energy had rushed over you.

Tom was having a weird day to say the least.

He’d woken up late, body sore and tired. His sinuses were stuffed and head hurt. Yesterday had been a long day of press and workouts, and of course his allergies had to flare right before another taxing day.

But the show must go on, right?

Upon arriving to yet another location that day, Tom found a massive crowd waiting for him, so he did something any spontaneous twenty-something man would do.

Walk right through the middle of it.

To be honest, Tom had been pulling more stunts like this lately in the hopes that he would find his own soulmate. Sure he was a worldwide celebrity, but that didn’t make the search any easier.

Yes, he could live without one, but as accident and broken-nose prone he was, he’d feel safer knowing they were out there and could help him when he really needed it.

So, he moved through the crowd giving as many high fives as possible.

At one point he came across a girl who lost her step, helping steady her and making sure she was okay before continuing on to the building.

It was only when he was inside that Tom realized he could breathe a little bit easier and the stiff and sore feeling had subsided.

He paused when the door shut, confused at why he suddenly felt so... good.

And then it hit him.

“Come on, man, we need to get upstairs,” Harry said, ignoring the surprised expression on his brother’s face.

“I think I found her. Or.. him. I don’t really know.”

“What are you on about? We need to go.”

“No, Harry. I found someone. My soulmate is out there in that crowd.”

Harry was dumbfounded. He was still soulmate-less, and found it stupid for Tom to run through crowds and touch everyone just to find them, but now look who had the last laugh.

“How do you know? You aren’t hurt are you? Or did you just forget to tell me?”

“Well, I was really sore this morning, and now I’m not. And my allergy symptoms are gone. I don’t know how to describe it, but I’m healed and it was definitely not by natural causes.”

“Well we don’t have time for you to run back through and try to single someone out of everyone out there. I’m sure you’ll find each other again soon. Now Let’s. Go.”

And with that, Tom resigned his fight and continued on with his plans, but his focus was elsewhere.

You’d decided to keep it a secret that you had found your soulmate because, frankly, you weren’t quite sure who it was.

Your longing heart hoped it was Tom, but you’d touched so many people in the few seconds before, during, and after interacting with him. It was foolish to think it was him, and there was no way to tell your friends because they’d just call you crazy.

The only way to find out was staring back at you in the form of a lot of money.

Tom had an upcoming meet and greet, the perfect way to get one on one with him. Unfortunately tickets were expensive, but maybe, just maybe, it would be worth the price.

So you clicked confirm, and the one month countdown commenced.

Tom was tired of not knowing who his soulmate was.

It was one thing not even knowing if they were out there, but it was another to have experienced healing without having met them. In a sense, it felt like sharing intimacy with a stranger.

He continued to walk through crowds when possible, but still nothing. He even asked Harry to punch him in the arm sometimes just so he’d have something painful to compare with.

Now, a month after kind of meeting them, he was standing in front of a backdrop taking pictures with fans. And maybe “the one” would be here today. Because of this, Tom let Harry give him another punch for what was hopefully the last time.

On another side of the event space, you stood in the long line surrounded by strangers, butterflies stirring in your stomach. Or was it nausea? Maybe both.

You wore a pair of cute jean shorts and a crop top to show the scrape on your leg from clumsily sliding across some carpet and the bruise on your side from running into the kitchen counter.

Almost an hour had passed since you’d gotten in line and now there were only 4 people in front of you. You realized that you’d only have about a minute to say something and had to be quick.

Finally your time came and you were led into what was essentially a pop-up room with Tom on one side and a camera crew plus his team on the other.

“Hi there. It’s so nice to meet you!” he said, arms extending for a hug.

“Wait,” you said stopping him, the camera crew clearly annoyed that you might take up time. “I need you to look at my leg while you touch my hand.”

“Um, okay?” Tom replied as you showed the scrape on your knee, “ that’s quite the scratch.”

You laughed nervously and grabbed his hand. Suddenly any pain around your leg or side started to go away, and the redness surrounding your knee began to fade as if it was healing in triple time.

It was him, and you were both shocked.

Tom’s arm no longer hurt once he grabbed your hand. He couldn’t believe he’d found you.

Both of you looked into each other’s eyes, entranced as you smiled at each other, hands still held together. Then there was a click and a flash and you snapped out of it, looking to the camera.

“Okay sweetheart come over here and get your number...” a crew member said, trying to lead you out.

“Wait, wait. Just please wait one second,” Tom exclaimed to the crew, and then turning to you he said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “don’t go anywhere.”

You nodded and nervously looked at all the event staff who clearly wanted nothing more than to finish up and move on.

Tom pulled Harry aside and before he could say anything, Harry cut him off.

“She’s the one isn’t she?” he asked.

“Yeah. Definitely. I don’t know if you saw it bu-”

They talked a few minutes and you were asked to follow Harry to the green room as Tom resumed his place to finish up pictures with the remaining fans.

Harry opened the door and gestured around. There were a few chairs, a coffee table, a little sink, and a counter on the side of the room covered in snacks, drinks, and personal bags.

“Feel free to take a seat. Tom’ll be a bit longer. Would you like a water?”

“That’d be great, thanks,” you replied as you sat cautiously at one end of the couch. Harry came around and handed you a bottle, seating himself in a chair on your left.

You conversed for a while until finally Tom burst through the door frantically. When his eyes met yours, he let out a loud sigh of relief.

“I’m so glad you’re still here. Harry, d’you mind?”

With that, Harry got up, telling you a quick goodbye as he slipped out of the room, leaving only you and Tom. You stood up quickly and stuck out a hand.

“We never met properly. I’m y/n.”

Tom took your hand in his for the second time that day, and since nothing was wrong with you now, you felt a tingling sensation where your hand met his.

“I’m sure you know, but I’m Tom.”

You let out a chuckle and nodded happily. After a few seconds of staring at each other silently, Tom spoke up again.

“So you’re my soulmate, eh? The more I look at you, I wonder, did you accidentally fall in that crowd a few weeks back?”

You were shocked he remembered.

“Yeah, actually. I thought I was crazy to believe you were the one just from that.”

You should’ve heard what Harry said about me,” he muttered.

With that, you spent the day getting to know each other and swapped numbers, deciding to keep things under wraps for now.

You and Tom had spoken many times in the two months since first meeting, texting throughout the day and facetiming often. It was like an instant friendship had formed, filling a hole in your heart that you didn’t know was there.

Now you were in your last lecture of the day at your university when your phone rang. It was Tom.

Usually you wouldn’t answer calls in the middle of class, but Tom never called unless you both knew you were free. So, you quickly packed up your things and ran out, making a mental note to email your professor about it later.

“Hello?” you picked up, nervous.

“Y/n, it’s Harry. Tom got into a, uh, little accident on set. We were wondering if you could come out and heal him. He’ll pay for everything.”

You thought about it for a minute. It was a Friday, which meant that wherever he was, you should be able to be back for classes again on Monday.

“Where are you guys filming?” you asked.

“Montreal. I found that the next direct flight from LA is this evening if you can make it. I’ll book you the ticket if you’ll just send over the necessary information.”

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you said, frantically racing across campus to your car, “how long am I gonna be there and how’s the weather. What should I pack?”

“It’s definitely chilly so pack layers. Until Sunday, but it’s an overnight flight. Make sure you wear something nice on the plane. We’ll have someone pick you up when your flight lands”

Everything was happening so fast, but you had to do this. He was your soulmate after all.

You raced through LAX, dragging a small carryon behind you after finally getting your ticket and passing through security. You hadn’t really looked at the details and just hoped to get to the gate on time.

You arrived a few minutes before boarding and realized you hadn’t told anyone but your roommate what you were doing, and even then you lied and said you were just visiting a "sick friend.”

Looking at the ticket, you saw that you were in boarding group 1, which was a crazy thought. Usually you were in like 5 or 6.

Seat 4A. Wow that’s close to the front.

It wasn’t until stepping on the plane that you realized 4A was in first class. You’d never ridden first class, and it was shocking that Tom would pay for you to fly in such luxury.

It was also good that you’d taken Harry’s advice and worn some slacks, a blouse, and a blazer, as most of the passengers around you were dressed in business suits and dresses.

You settled in for the 5 and a half hour flight, wondering what Montreal would hold when you landed at about 4:30 the next morning, Tom’s time.

Exiting the international airport after getting through customs, you searched for a sign with your name on it. It had been hard explaining where you were going or staying to the customs agent when you didn’t know yourself. You’d lied and said you were staying with a friend just outside the city as if you really knew.

You finally spotted a man in a nice suit and hat with a sign reading “Ms. y/n y/l/n” and headed towards him. He shook your hand and led you to sleek black Mercedes, opening the door for you and putting your bag in the back.

“Mr. Holland’s home, oui?” He asked in his own French-Canadian accent.

“Oui, or, yes. Yeah. Thank you.”

It was still dark out, but the sky began brightening as you traveled. It took about 45 minutes for you to finally pull onto a little driveway that wound towards a house. You’d been communicating with Harry and now saw him standing under porch lights.

“Okay, what’s wrong? How is he?” you immediately asked when stepping out as the driver went to retrieve your bag.

“He’s doing okay, but he’s in a lot of pain. I’ll let him do the explaining,” Harry answered as he took the bag from the driver, thanked him, and handed him a stack of cash. He showed you into and through the house.

Harry opened a door that led to a dark bedroom where Tom was laying on top of the bed.

He looked awful. His face was beat up with a black eye and swollen nose, he had a splint on one leg that rested on a pillow, and one wrist was covered in ace wrap.

“Heyyy, darling. You alright?” he croaked, trying to give you a cheeky grin.

“Oh my God, Tom! What did you do?” you exclaimed, rushing beside his bed. Harry exited the room, saying he’d put your things in another room.

Tom explained how he’d had an accident while doing a dirt biking stunt that involved mud and crashing into a tree and then tumbling down a hill.

“Thank you for coming, by the way. You didn’t have to.”

“Tom you look like you’re on your deathbed, how could I not? And I mean what is this like the fifth time you’ve broken your nose?”

“I told you I’m clumsy,” he tried to joke as you shook your head in feigned amusement.

Now was the hard part, figuring out how to heal him effectively. It was well known that healing happened faster the more a pair was touching, but you and Tom hadn’t known each other long. Where was the line of too much vs. not enough?

“Okay, how fast do you want to get better? And by that I mean, how comfortable are you with contact?” you questioned.

“I’m fine with whatever you feel comfortable doing. I’d be happy even if you only laid one finger on me.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, eventually deciding to sit on the bed next to him. You started by putting a hand over his hurt arm, and immediately you began to feel tired. Healing someone with bigger injuries was... draining.

A few minutes later and you couldn’t sit up anymore and instead laid down, now pressing your body to his. You watched as the blue and purple spots on his face faded to normal as you felt yourself tire even faster than before.

Soon enough, he was moving to unwrap his wrist and leg, rolling both of them in circles to test the waters, wincing at his ankle still. Suddenly, you rolled away.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“I... I need to rest for a bit. Give me a few hours and I’ll finish fixing up that ankle,” you managed to say before passing out.

Light filled the room as you opened your eyes from deep slumber. You were confused at where you were, then remembered the circumstances. But this wasn’t Tom’s room. Your bag sat by the door and phone rested on a bedside table. Your stomach growled.

You slowly got up and headed to the bathroom, fixing your hair and changing into something more comfortable than business clothes.

You navigated down the hall towards male voices, finding Harry, Harrison, and Tom all sitting around a dining table laughing. They suddenly went quiet when you came in.

“Y/n! You’re awake!” Tom said, moving to stand, but instead winced and settled back.

“Hah, yeah. What’s that smell? Are you cooking up lunch?”

The boys looked at each other, then back at you.

“Y/n... it’s 6 in the evening...” Harry started, “you’ve been asleep about 12 hours.”

You were shocked, but checked the time on the wall. Sure enough, it was just past 6. Your stomach growled again.

“Well... that’s interesting, but seriously, do I smell food or not? I could eat a whale.” you joked.

After a large spaghetti dinner, you all moved to the living room. Tom had asked you to wait to finish healing him until later that night so you could both sleep at a normal time.

The boys explained how after you’d passed out, Harry and Harrison had carried you to your room to rest. You spent the night laughing with the boys and getting to know Tom’s friend and brother better, too.

When nighttime rolled around, Tom used some crutches to get to his room and you followed close behind.

Once he settled in, you again took post beside him, this time resigning to laying down from the get-go. You pressed up against each other like before, but this time he wrapped an arm over your side.

It didn’t take long for you to feel sleepy, but you could feel Tom moving his ankle and sighing in relief. He let out a soft hum.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered, but you were already slipping into slumber.

The next morning you had woken up in Tom’s arms, which was shocking to say the least (but in a good way). He was able to walk again and looked completely healthy, which was great.

You spend the rest of Sunday hanging out before packing to go back home.

“Hey, y/n,” Tom said softly, standing in the doorway of your room, “Thanks again for coming out. I wanted to ask, I mean, I know you’re in uni now, but when you go on summer break, would you maybe want to come stay with me for the summer? I’m filming for Spider-Man and well... you know me.”

“Tom, are you asking me to come spend a summer with you filming a Marvel movie?”

“Well, if you’re alright with it. We begin shooting in Atlanta.”

“Uh, absolutely! How could anyone pass that up? The only thing I’m concerned about is how we’re gonna keep this a secret.”

“What if we didn’t?”

You stood up from where you had just placed some clothes back in your bag.

“What?”

“I mean, what if we announced that we’re soulmates? Obviously it’s up to you, but I just saw an article with leaked information that I was seriously hurt and the internet will be appalled when they see pictures of me completely healed.”

You took a heavy breath out, thinking.

“Okay. But I want to wait until people start talking about it. I feel like we need to keep it quiet until we really need to,” you explained, zipping up your carryon.

“Deal.”

After finals, you were able to go home for two weeks to see your friends and family before heading east to Atlanta.

After going public as Tom’s soulmate, you’d definitely gotten some attention at school and online, but thankfully no one really bothered you in person about it.

Tom was waiting at the airport when you arrived with two large bags and a backpack for your three month stay. Tom was letting you stay in a spare room at his rental house for the summer, so you’d brought pretty much your entire summer wardrobe.

As the first month came and went, you’d gotten to know the cast and crew as you were now labeled as another “assistant” for Tom and spent your days around set.

He hadn’t really hurt himself aside from some pulled muscles, and had actually needed to heal you once when you tripped by the pool and slammed your knee into the concrete.

Almost every night before going to bed, you gave each other a long hug to take away any of the day’s soreness.

It was during the second month that Tom really got hurt.

He was in the Spider-man stunt rig swinging around when a clip that had been incorrectly attached came undone. Of course he had other wires, but the one that came off caused him to slam with full force from a decent height into a wall, where he stuck his arms and legs out to brace himself.

He’d definitely broken a bone or two and heavily sprained his ankle . He also had hit the side of his head upon impact and suffered a concussion.

Once they lowered him down, you rushed over and put a hand on him, and he immediately stopped groaning in pain. You however, were quickly drained of energy and needed to stop.

As you were helped to his trailer to rest, they got to work removing the wires and suit, now that he was in slightly less pain. It took almost an hour, which gave you enough time to at least build up some energy and eat something.

They closed filming for the day to investigate the incident and sent Tom and you home. No one would let you touch him until you were home so they wouldn’t possibly have to carry both of you into the house.

You watched nervously as Tom and Harry carefully carried him to his room and the second he was in bed, you crawled in next to him. It didn’t take long for him to start showing signs of improvement as your strength deteriorated.

After almost a half hour, you finally let yourself fall into a deep slumber.

After that day, it was like a switch had flipped in you. You were scared of leaving Tom alone now and he wasn’t particularly fond of separation either, even though he was mostly fine by the next day.

Because of that, you had made the decision to fully move in together, meaning you were now sharing a bed every night. You now always fell asleep in each other’s arms, but there was nothing sexual about it.

To be honest, though, you didn’t really understand where your relationship stood.

Yes, you had had a crush on him before all of this and yes you held a deep love for him, but what kind? He was your soulmate, and things were great, but did you want things to become more? Everyone said the most healing act was sex, but was he even thinking about that?

You got somewhat of an answer just a week later when Tom invited the cast to get drunk together now that filming had been pushed back due to the investigation.

After many hard seltzers and beers and margaritas and all kinds of other drinks had been smashed, some members left in ubers while others crashed on the couch and your former room.

You and Tom, however, headed back to his room. You weren’t really drunk, you had wanted to keep an eye out on Tom, so there was a slight buzz in your head and you felt a little warm, but nothing else.

You tried to help him get ready for bed when he blurted out a few words,

“You know I really want to kiss you right now. Have wanted to for a while.”

Your cheeks burned and butterflies danced in your stomach. You chuckled.

“Hmm. Say that when you’re sober.”

“Can I at least give you a little kiss? Just on the forehead?” he mumbled as he crawled into the bed.

You tugged on some sweats, then got in next to him.

“Yeah alright, since you asked nicely,” you said, curling up next to him.

You felt his lips press softly on your temple, then his chin rest above your head.

“Goodnight, y/n. Love you,” he whispered.

You smiled and squinched your face. The alcohol buzz was fading fast from his touch.

“Goodnight, Tom.”

It seemed like Tom had forgotten everything that happened that night as he never brought it up again, and even though drunk words are sober thoughts, you didn’t want to bring it up in case he’d changed his mind.

A couple weeks passed and every night you still fell asleep holding each other, and things finally got back into a rhythm as filming was resumed, but you couldn’t help but continue to think about what he’d said drunk.

Then one night you got into an argument.

It had started off as a little disagreement with a few jabs and ended with shouting. You stormed into the bedroom and then the bathroom, slamming the door behind you to cool off.

You splashed some water on your face and looked in the mirror, trying not to cry. Things had been going so well. What happened?

A few minutes later and there was a soft knock on the door.

“Y/n? Could you please come out? I want to talk to you.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged, walking to sit on the bed’s edge.

“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things and yelled at you and I didn’t mean any of it,” he apologized.

“I’m sorry too, Tom. I’m just frustrated about something else and I let it control my emotions. Either way, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What’s bothering you?” He asked, taking a tentative seat next to you.

You, you thought

“It’s nothing. You wouldn’t get it.”

“I’m sure I would. You can tell me.”

“No, Tom. I can’t.”

“Y/n come on.”

“Fine, okay. I’m pretty sure I love you or something,” your voice began to raise, “and you asked to kiss me when we had that party and then never brought it up and I didn’t know what to say because I hadn’t wanted to take advantage of you drunk but then we just continued like nothing happened and I’ve wanted to kiss you and hold you for so long and I just-”

And that’s when he cut you off with a kiss. You pulled back in amazement.

“Tom I-”

“Look, y/n. I didn’t bring it up again because I was afraid you weren’t interested and I had overstepped. Yeah I was drunk but I still remember something as big as that. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

That’s when you passionately went in for a kiss, eventually shifting so that you straddled him. You got to say your own line upon breaking off.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

It wasn’t much longer that clothing was shed and Tom was digging in his bedside table for condoms (he “always has them just in case”) and you were breathing heavy and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

You’d thought since the time you and Tom met that your heart was full, but you hadn’t felt complete until this moment, staring at your soulmate after entangling yourselves like never before.

You hadn’t even realized that your heart was hurting until it was healed by a simple action.

Your heart pounded as you thought about what had just happened, staring at the ceiling. Neither of you had talked since exclaiming each other’s names in ecstasy.

“Holy shit,” Tom whispered, looking over at you once he cooled down. You let out a laugh, not sure what to say back.

“I swear, y/n, that was the best feeling I’ve ever had. Ever. Why did we not think of this sooner?”

You rolled onto your side and looked at him with a soft smile.

“I can say I’ve never felt anything like I do in this moment. I’ve never felt so whole. Never felt so in love. And you don’t have to say it back but it’s how I feel and-”

“I’m in love with you, too. You know it cracks me up when you overthink things. I’ve been in love with you ever since the moment I watched all my friends become infatuated with you. You’re magnetic, and I’m so glad you’re mine.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do. I love you. You’re truly the best thing that ever happened to me,” he explained.

“Hey, now, just because you love me doesn’t mean you have to lie. Spider-Man has to rank above me.”

“Well Spider-Man led me to you.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Touché.”

You sat in silence a bit longer, watching each other carefully.

“Do you think we should go back in there? You know, so the boys don’t think we hate each other or anything?” you ask, jutting your thumb towards the door behind you.

“Mmm. I guess we could do that... after we take a shower...” he trailed, raising his brows. You let out another laugh.

“I like the way you think, soulmate.”

A/N: ooooh my spiciest story yet. That’s about as explicit as I’ll ever get but it fit the vibe of the story. Again, I don’t remember who I got the general idea from, but the touch soulmate AU is not completely mine. I did modify it a little bit, tho.

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#just a touch #tom holland #tom holland oneshot #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #Harry Holland #harrison osterfield #sam holland #spider-man #spiderman #spider man #tom holland spider man

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maybecoolwords · 4 years

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A Little Tension.. part 2

Pairing: Michael B Jordan x Actress!reader

Word count : 1417

Summary : This is the aftermath of Y/N’s little incident …

A/N : Thank you so much to everyone who read the first part, and since a lot of people liked it I decided to try and write a second part..Hopefully you guys enjoy this one, and i am open for requests if you have any.. GIF IS NOT MINE.

PART 1

“.. Well, that took an unexpected turn !”Those words were the host’s desperate way to break the tension between his two guests. At thankfully, they were enough to pull you and Michael from the staring contest you two found yourselves in. In your embarrassed state, you looked down at your high heeled shoes trying to, not only hide your face from the hysterically laughing audience but also to get over how crazy the butterflies in your stomach feel right now. And as cliché as it sounds, you couldn’t stop your brain from playing and replaying his exact words to you … Just to see you ..

In all honesty, you don’t really remember how that interview finished, or how you got back on your vanity chair in the first place. You are still so lost in your head, dreaming about him and the way he bites his bottom lip when he’s concentrating (and silently wishing you could do that for him), and about how his eyes would stare at yours every once in a while, with that beautiful smirk on his lips that made you lose your mind and - ughh, why can’t I just stop thinking about him?

You were just about to pull yourself away from some unholy thoughts that started roaming your head when your assistant spoke up: “ It’s seven o’clock, and fortunately you don’t have anything else programmed for the remaining of the day, so why don’t you just-“

“When the hell did you get here ?” You asked looking at her like she just appeared out of nowhere. Which to you, she technically did.

“Like 10 minutes ago? Wait –“ And then it dawned on her. “Were you seriously dreaming about Micheal B Jordan a few seconds ago ?” She asked with a grin tugging at her lips, and you just KNOW she’s about to tease the hell out of you if you answer that question.

“Like you were not..” You said, doing your best to act as nonchalant about the conversation as you could.

“Touché, I mean he did look hotter in person than he does in pictures and movies..” She said, folding her hands together while at the same time trying not to laugh at your frustrated state.

“Girl he’s my crush not yours !” You scolded her in a defensive kind of way before she started to really laugh at your whiny expression.

“As much fun as I wanna have with annoying you right now, I have to unfortunately leave. There’s a baby daddy waiting for me at home.” Your assistant and undebatably close friend said while she started packing her stuff back in her bag.

“You going home ?” You asked with the most innocent and baby-like pout you could muster at that moment.

“Oh don’t try to pull that on me Y/N, you know it won’t work-” Before she could start resisting your extremely irresistible expression, a knock sounded throughout your temporary dressing room. “Ooh, I think I know who that might be.” Your assistant added as she headed to open the door.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You answered as you turned around to face your mirror just in time to check if your makeup is still intact.

To be honest, you tried your best to act as apathetic about the situation as you could, but, the moment you heard his voice, and saw his reflection through the mirror, you just couldn’t help the charming smile that displayed on your lips, especially when he, on instinct, started to head towards where you stood.

Your assistant just stood there, dumbfounded, with her hand still on the door knob impatiently watching how the dramatic scene in front of her unfolds. It was when you coughed in order to get her attention and to silently ask her to leave that she understands the hidden message and starts to gather her stuff back in her bag.

“I’m gonna leave now ..” She said, while making sure she has her phone, jacket and car keys on her, and in the same time, not really expecting an answer from either one of you.

You were still facing the mirror on your vanity, and in the most ridiculous moment, your thoughts started to parkour in your brain. So many ways that you could start an actual conversation with your celebrity crush but none of them seemed proper enough for the situation. Should you apologize for being out of line during the interview? Or should you just lie and act like all you said was just for the sake of making tonight’s interview interesting? You just couldn’t figure it out-

“Are you gonna turn around and talk to me like a normal person would, or would you rather keep checking me out through that mirror you got there?”

“I was NOT checking you out!” You answered with a sharp inhale as you finally turned around and got a good look at him and God, your assistant was right, he does look hotter in person..

He let out a little laugh at your frustrated look as he decided to get a little more closer to you – two steps closer to be exact - but still far.

“Look,-” you started, “I wanna start off by apologizing for being completely over the line during the interview. And I hope you understand that I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable in any way shape or form. And clearly I was not thinking professionally when I said what I said, you know?”

“Uhuh-” he answered, with his eyes locked on yours, and a teasing grin on his lips, just admiring how you could ramble forever, apparently, when you get embarrassed.

“I mean, I was just so star struck with how handsome and sweet, and..and respectful you are that I just couldn’t control my own mouth, and I know it’s not a good enough excuse right ?”

“Sure..” he added, still just looking at you, sneakily getting closer to where you stood, and letting you express yourself as freely as you can, because obviously, ain’t nothing stopping you from that right now.

With a little giggle you unintentionally added: “I’m just thankful I didn’t say I like you so much on live T.V.”

“I think you already did that sweetheart.” He said with a little chuckle, after he decided that it was finally time to get your attention back on him.

“Did what?” You asked in a dumbfounded way, just now realising how close he is to you.

“You might’ve not said it, but I’m pretty sure people are smart enough to figure out your little crush.”

“Oh my God!-” You said as you lifted your hand to hide your mouth. “-Did I say that out loud?” You asked him with embarrassment and a little bit of confusion littered all over your face.

“Just like you unintentionally said that I’m hotter in person than I look to be in pictures and movies..” He answered as he watched you literally bang your head on his chest in your best attempt to hide from him, and your embarrassment could not have been more evident.

“Hey, heey-” He started in his best attempt to make you feel less embarrassed, as he tried to lift your chin with his index and middle fingers, which, to his luck, worked in bringing your eyes to look at his. “-It’s okay. As a normal human being would, I actually love it when a woman I like says that she likes me back.”

“Even if it happened on live T.V. ?” You asked before fully processing his words.

“Even if it happened on live T.V.” He chuckled.

It just dawned on you then that -“Wait, did you just say that you like me?” You asked in a hopeful tone with that same charming smile that wowed him when he first saw you.

He then felt confident enough to pull you even closer to him when he realised that your eyes keep going to his lips, and then put one of his hands on your hips when yours went instinctively on his chest, and let his other hand go to your face to get some of your hairs away from it.

But just as you parted your lips to brace yourself for what you think is your first kiss with him, he conveniently reaches for your ear and whispers: “How about a date first darling ?..”

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myother2thirds · 4 years

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academic purposes | part 1

description: the one where tae convinces y/n to let him draw her naked. for academic purposes, of course.

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. jungkook

genre: fluff, humour, smut | m | art student!kth, college au

word count: 1129

warnings: swearing, awkward virgin!tae, mentions of breasts, nude art

author’s note: here’s part one. enjoy! -e

description, part 1, part 2

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“You want to what?” You blink slowly at the boy sitting across from you in confusion.

“I want to draw you. In nude.” Taehyung responds with a little nod as if it’s the most natural thing to ask.

Three years of college with Taehyung should have been enough for you to anticipate this kind of thing. You’ve had your fair share of unusual experiences because of him, like the time he marched into your Digital Film & Photography lecture in first year to return the camera charm you’d dropped. Or like when you found him in his boxers watering your plants because he missed them (the likes of which drove you to enforce a ‘no visiting the plants when y/n isn’t home’ rule).

You’ve grown so accustomed to his habits that you don’t even blink twice anymore when he starts talking with his hands, when he messages you in all-caps in the middle of the night, or when he loses his train of thought mid-sentence, distracted by whatever else is on his mind in that particular moment. He’s even developed a little code for expressing his love when words don’t quite seem effective enough for him.

You’ve grown to love his little quirks because he’s your best friend and at the end of the day, it’s the little purple heart post-its he leaves on your door before going to class that make him so special.

Yet here you are, as shocked as ever. Because, who just asks something like that? Over coffee. In public.

You look up from your cup, eyes wide in shock, glancing sideways to make sure no one else can hear the very awkward, very private, conversation he has sparked up.

He looks you straight in the eyes to gage your reaction, waiting for a response. He knows he’s sprung this onto you way too soon, and way too early in the morning, but he’s been thinking about it for at least a week. Holding back only because he knew you’d react like this.

“What the fuck.” You whisper harshly, leaning closer into the table to avoid any prying ears. “You can’t just go around asking that.”

“I don’t go around asking…” he starts with a pout, but trails off because, although he hadn’t asked anyone, he really really wanted to. For one, he was going to ask the paid model in class but the professor made it very clear that they were not to have any contact with her off hours. He knows asking you is taboo and weird, but he doesn’t personally see why it’s a problem. The human body is breathtaking and people should learn to appreciate it.

“Is that why you kept staring at Suzy’s breasts last Tuesday?” You hastily slip out and slap your hand over your mouth because you didn’t even want to acknowledge it let alone find out if it’s true, but Taehyung looks up at you in complete horror, confirming all your doubts.

Glancing behind, you make sure Suzi hasn’t magically spawned in the coffee shop you’re currently seated at because nothing good would come from having her—or anyone, for that matter—hear that she’s been Taehyung’s eye-candy for the past week.

“It was for academic purposes!” He manages to whine out before looking down at his lap in embarrassment.

You gulp down another sip of your coffee, glaring at him across the table. After a long minute of silence, Taehyung gets fidgety under your stare. When he can’t stand the silence any longer, he speaks up.

“I swear it wasn’t done consciously.” He says this softly but you can tell from the blush emerging on his cheeks that he’s lying out of his ass.

“Perv.” You say distastefully, wrinkling your nose and this makes him laugh but he quickly stops himself when he sees you’re being serious. “That’s not okay, Tae.” You continue. Taehyung smiles at the pet name which lets him know you don’t hate him for asking. And if you don’t hate him for asking, then maybe you don’t hate the idea either?

“I love you, but this is crossing a line.” You finish off sternly, almost like you’re reading his mind, letting him know that there’s no way in hell you’re agreeing to this.

“Please y/n-ah!” He leans across the table, head low, hands crossed in a begging position. “I know I’m asking for a lot but this isn’t just for some random class. I’m an artist. I think this could really be my passion.”

“Tae, I like naked men just as much as the next person but it hardly qualifies as a passion.” You say matter-of-factly, eyes shut tight, hands rubbing your temples to relieve the headache which is starting to set in. “And in any case, I’m a photographer. Do you see me asking anyone for their nude pictures?”

“You should!”

“No, Tae!” You barely give him a chance to open his mouth before continuing in an exasperated voice. “Because It’s not okay.”

“I don’t agree. If it can improve your art then I think it’s a very reasonable request. Plus, you aren’t just anyone to me.” He explains.

You know he won’t take no for an answer so your best bet is to shift his attention away from you. “Well, can’t it be anyone else? You have a model that comes in every week.”

“No. It has to be you.”

“Why?”

“Because, it does.”

“She literally gets paid to be in your drawings. How is that not enough?

“It just isn’t.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

This exchange happens in a mere instant, his swift stubbornness causing you to raise your voice with each passing second. A few people sitting nearby turn their heads, glancing questioningly at your table.

“Why does it have to be me, Tae?” You whine, trying to lower your voice.

“Because…” Taehyung begins, his voice is muffled by the collar of his jacket which he’s pulled halfway up his face to hide himself, no doubt. “Just looking might not be enough, okay?”

You stare at him dumbfounded before finally getting up to leave. You have no idea what that means but you aren’t about to find out.

Collecting your things you grab for your bag but Taehyung takes a hold of your wrist, his grip soft but firm, fixing you in place. His pleading eyes stare up intensely into yours and if you look close enough, you can almost see the eagerness in his irises materialize, imploring you to cave in. But you don’t.

You grab your bag from the floor and in an instant, you’re out the door. And when you pass Taehyung’s still figure behind the coffee house window, you don’t even spare him a glance. You love him, but this is going too far.

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frustrated-writer-skyeknight · 3 years

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S.q.u.a.d. reacts to the Lion King

Based on this article: I watched The Lion King as a grown-ass man.

"Man, Disney should just stop with the remakes already." Jamie sighed as he took some textbooks from his locker, "I mean, I think the Lion King one was just a CGI version of the original."

Jack frowned, scratching the back of his neck. "There was an original version?"

"What? Dude, of course there is. It's a classic. Everyone's seen it." Jamie snorted, turning towards the approaching brunette trio. "Hey guys, you know about the old Lion King movie, right?"

Dimitri shrugged, "I know there's a new lion movie out." He said. "Looks more like a documentary thing, if you go by the trailer."

"Didn't have cable growing up," Jim replied, "still don't. Plus, Disney is overrated anyway."

Hiccup hummed thoughtfully, "What's lion king?"

Jamie stared at his friends dumbfounded. "Okay, we are so having a movie night now." He said.

Later that Friday evening, Jamie and his friends find themselves in the den of his home, parents out with the younger sister, and three bowls of popcorn with different flavors; cheese, butter, and barbeque. Plus, two boxes of pizza.

"Wow, Jay," Astrid whistled as she settled on a spot next to him, "you sure went all out for this."

Jamie shrugged, "Disney is my childhood." he said.

"I still say they're a gold digging empire," Jim deadpanned, but took a handful of popcorn. "But I never say no to free food."

Dimitri took a slice of pizza as Jack had too, and they 'toasted' to it, "Preach."

"Okay guys," Jamie rolled his eyes as he set Netflix on the television, "at least wait for the movie to start. Since I brought it up earlier, let's start with 'The Lion King.' I've got tissues ready in case you need it."

Jim snorted, rolling his eyes. "It's an Animated kids movie." He said. "Nobody cries over those.

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🎶On the day we arrive on the planet~🎶

"Well, opening song sounds good." Jack hummed, "wouldn't mind getting it stuck in my head. Unlike that overrated Queen Ella single one."

Dimitri groaned, "Ohmygod, yes." he groused, "People will not shut up about it!"

"Okay boys." Astrid rolled her eyes, "focus."

They did so, but it didn't take long for someone else to speak up. "Whoa, now hold up. So, that monkey dude..." Jim frowned, and Jamie felt the need to pause the movie. "I mean, come on, this monkey chief dude comes hobbling around on a walking stick earlier, and you expect that he can hold a damn newborn over a cliff? That's shady, man."

"Just watch." Jamie rolled his eyes, smirking at his friend's offended expression. "Also, I'm gonna have to preemptively warn you to suspend your disbelief for a lot of these movies." He hits play once more.

And they watched.

"He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia."

"That's some mad alliteration skills," Jack mused, "ugh, alliteration. Still confuse that with assonance."

Hiccup stared at his boyfriend, "The fact that you even bring that up casually..."

"Okay, feeling that Scar's the bad dude here." Astrid interrupted, "but I'm liking the accent."

Rafiki is painting Simba on his tree...

"There's that shady baboon butt again, doing grafitti without his goddamn walking stick." Jim snorted, "I don't trust that punk."

Dimitri chuckled, giving his boyfriend a one-arm hug. "Pup, you have trust issues. It's your thing." He cooed, "it's a cartoon monkey, he can't hurt you."

"But he can hurt his fellow cartoon animal peeps." Jim countered. "Shady bastard."

Dimitri rolled his eyes, "and they say you're a cold, insensitive prick." He snorted.

"Wait, a Lion in a Pride mates with all the lioness..." Hiccup frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. "He's literally sleeping with his wife and the rest of his, uh, concubines in a single..."

Jamie groaned, "You're ruining my childhood here."

"So, this is that famous overmemed scene." Jack snorted, "pretty grand, I'll give it that. Tempted to google what the shadowy place is, though."

Jamie shook his head, taking Jack's phone. "No spoilers." He said. "It's coming up soon anyway."

"Forgive me for not leaping in joy. Bad back, you know."

Hiccup nodded faux sagely, "Scar is me at every social gathering." He said.

"No, no! Don't, you gullible lion cub!" Jim shouted at the TV, much to everyone's amusement. "THAT DARK PLACE IS OBVIOUSLY NOT AN ELEPHANT GRAVEYARD, SIMBA. DON'T DO DUMB SHIT. LISTEN TO YOUR PARENTS. GO TO LION CUB SCHOOL!"

Dimitri snickered, gesturing to his soulmark. "He's talking in capslock again." He said.

🎶"I just can't wait to be king~!"🎶

"Okay, I'm so finding a playlist in Spotify now." Jack mused, scrolling at his phone that Jamie returned earlier. "These tunes are gonna be my jam."

Hiccup shrugged, "I still find it funny that the animals are so okay with their predators being their king. No revolution sparked by discontentment at all." He pointed out. "Sounds kinda fishy."

"Okay, anyone else feeling kinda awkward with Simba and Nala's sexual tension?" Jim voiced out, "I mean, they're kids... Or cubs... Whatever. They're young."

Hiccup nodded, "Not to mention, cousins. Being in the same Pride..." He trailed off as Jamie kicks him lightly on the shin.

"Again, ruining childhood for me." Jamie sighed, and Astrid rubs his arm soothingly.

Jim points at the screen accusingly, "Ah! An elephant graveyard!" he gawked. "okay, was wrong on that, but still creepy as hell. Especially now that practically everywhere in the Savannah is an elephant graveyard... Even a rhino graveyard."

Jack shook his head, "Guys, you need to chill."

"Okay, these hyenas reminds me of that old Cartoon Network show, Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy." Hiccup mused, "Especially Ed, who's basically Ed. Can't be a coincidence."

Astrid snickered, "He's also you; laughing or making jokes to laugh about in inappropriate situations." she teased. "Got us in trouble a lot in those 'bring your kid to work' events."

"Aaaand Mufasa comes in to save the day," Jack slow clapped, "knew it. But boy, is Simba grounded. You done fucked up, kid."

"I'm surrounded by idiots..."

Jim huffed, leaning back against the couch and Dimitri's arm. "Mood." He deadpanned. "Also, calling out their cruelty to animated zebras."

"I know right?" Dimitri humored him, "where the fuck is PETA when you need them?"

Jamie snorted, smirking at them, "Uh, I don't know... Reality?"

"Doesn't feel like it either." Astrid quipped, "elephants still dying everywhere."

Jack rolled his eyes, "Fucking chill guys."

"Ah, Hiccup, look. How's that for discontentment?" Astrid pointed at the screen, "Scar's not satisfied with being sass king of the jungle. Wants to run for real king, that can't end well."

Hiccup shrugged, "I'll take it." He said, "and it's not a jungle, actually.

"Dude has mad pipes though." Jack pointed out, "I'd definitely attend the opening night of 'Scar: The Musical.'"

Jamie hummed thoughtfully, "Huh, a lion king remake with his perspective instead would be an improvement." He said.

"Simba, it's to die for!"

"Okay Hiccup, take notes." Astrid quipped, "Scar's pun game is topnotch."

Hiccup snorted, tossing a throw pillow her way. "Must've learned from me." He shot back, "I'm a master."

"Still," Astrid said, laughing as she threw the pillow back, "I have the feeling this is the point of the movie I'm gonna start hating Scar."

Jamie cringed as the stampede started, and he paused the movie much to everyone's frustration. "Okay, guys. Again, maybe you need ti—" he trailed off.

"PLAY THE DAMN MOVIE!"

Jamie did so. And he found it strangely satisfying when everyone cried out a despairing 'NOOOOOOOOOO!' along with Simba as Mufasa fell to his death.

"Mufasa is dead?!?!" Jim gawked, "he died?!!? Just like DUMBLEDORE?!?!?! Just like MY FATHER?!" He whimpered, leaning on Dimitri as his boyfriend reached for the box of Kleenex from Jamie. "Feeling unusually upset right now. It's a damn kid's movie. It has no right to be hitting it home, and right to the feels."

Dimitri sighed, patting his back consolingly. "There, there..."

"Fuck you, Scar. Just..." Jim groused, "Fuck. You."

Astrid sighed, taking a sheet from the Kleenex herself. "Gotta say, though," she started, "for a schemer like Scar, he sure does skimp on the quality of his henchmen. Letting Simba go is gonna bite him in the ass someday. Guaranteed."

"Okay," Jamie paused the movie. "intermission. Who needs a bio-break?"

Jim just stood up and went for the bathroom. The rest finished the pizza and Dimitri made sure to leave some for Jim.

"You good, Jim?

"Shut up and play the movie." The brunette groused, "ugh, I can't believe I cried. Damn you Scar."

Jamie laughed as he plays the movie once more. "Told you you'd need tissues."

"Screw you, man."

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"Mufasa's death was a terrible loss..."

Jim eats his pizza. He continues to curse Scar as he speaks of Mufasa's death. "Don't fall for his crap, come on!" He scowled. "Zazu, he fucking slammed you to a rock!" He sighed, "Why the hell are you letting him become king? This is why you animals are getting extinct."

"It's.... really not." Hiccup protested.

Dimitri massaged his shoulders, "Jim, you can print out a picture of Scar and dart him, okay pup?" He soothed.

"The hyenas look like they can get shit done, though." Jack mused, "well, except for giving Simba the slip."

Jim hummed, "Oh, baboon guy. Almost forgot about this dude." He said. "Cutting him some slack because I feel he's going to drop some Yoda shit on this bitch."

"You get so feisty when you're irritable." Dimitri mused, "and this is why Scroop secretly has a thing for you."

"WHAT!"

"What?"

"Don't worry," Dimitri shrugged, kissing the tip of his nose. "I don't share."

Jim huffed, "Well, I bloody hope not!"

"You gotta put your behind in your past."

"Gotta get a tattoo of this Pumbaa quote." Jack joked, "words to live by 101."

Hiccup audibly whimpered, taking Jack's hand. "Please don't " he said. "Your skin's perfect. It's bad enough that my choice of words already marred it."

"Aw, babe..." Jack hugged him, "you know I love it."

Astrid blew a raspberry. "Get a room."

"Uh, my house, so no." Jamie protested.

Jim blinked, "Wait, I know this is Timon and Pumbaa because I had them on a pencil case when I was eight or something. Then, I got one of space and that was that." He started. "But damn, I didn't know Hakuna Matata was from here. I have heard this song before, I am not entirely ignorant."

"I'm so hungry, I can eat a whole Zebra."

"I'm condemning this casual Zebra slaughter," Hiccup declared. "Let it be known. You can't just eat a whole Zebra, Simba. Come on."

Astrid gagged, "Insects? Really?" She shakes her head. "Simba's diet is fucked. I'm not a nutritionist or a zoologist, but I really, really, don't think insects are enough to get Simba through all those years in the jungle. I mean, it's like asking humans to survive on dog food alone."

"And yet he has grown into a fine-ass lion over the course of about three bars of song." Jack whistled, "Intriguing. Switching to insect-based diet after the movie."

Hiccup shakes his head, "Snowflake, I rather you go vegan."

Rafiki appears and takes Simba's floating fur with the dandelions...

"There's monkey Yoda again," Jim snorted, "jumping down on trees, not a walking stick in sight. He's on to something though, so I'll let it sli—HOLD THE PHONE!" The brunette balked, "Did baboon man REALLY figure out Simba was still alive from smelling dandelions that floated from miles away?"

Dimitri rubbed his back in circles, "Pup, stop being antagonized by the damn monkey already." he snickered, "it's cute, but I'm worrying over your mental health."

"Don't tell me what to do, dimwit." Jim scoffed, "I mean, really, this insane Yoda monkey with inconsistent usage of walking aids might be the movie's last hope. How to feel about this, I don't know."

"AAAAAAH!"

Hiccup hummed, faux sadly. "We're gonna lose Pumbaa. I can feel it." he said. "Life's just not fair, and warthogs just aren't fast."

"Oh, wait, it's Nala!" Jack cheered, "Yaaay!"

The freckled brunette snorted, crossing his arms. "Nala goes from hunting Pumbaa one minute to having a conversation with him after Simba vouches for him?" he shook his head, "So, tell me how there aren't any riots with the predators being friends with some preys, and others not? Unjustifiable exceptions."

"Guys, suspend your disbelief." Jamie sighed, "I think I gave out that warning earlier."

🎶...You needn't look too far; Stealing through the night's uncertainties, love is where they are~🎶

"Whoa, 'Can you feel the love tonight' was from this movie? Okay, it's official, I'm in love with this soundtrack." Jack made an exaggerated bowing down motion towards the screen, "Hands down one of the best soundtracks I've ever heard."

Dimitri narrowed his eyes at the screen, in scrutiny. "They totally boned at this scene, right?" he deadpanned. "I mean, did you see those bed room sex eyes?"

Jim stuffed him with a pillow, "At least the sexual tension between them doesn't feel as awkward now."

"You said you'd always be there! But you're not... it's because of me..."

Hiccup nodded his head, "Sexual tension replaced with crippling self-loathing, just like real life." he sighed, "feel ya, Simba."

"God, I don't know how many therapists mom made me see until I finally got over blaming myself for my sperm donor leaving us." Jim sighed, shaking his head. "and then guidance counseling when we found out he killed himself a few months before Freshemen year started."

Dimitri stared at his boyfriend worriedly, "Pup, do you need a hug?" he embraced him without waiting for a response.

"It ain't your fault, Jim. Shit happens... Especially stampedes if you're in a forest."

Jamie sighed, "Savannah."

"Real talk, though," Astrid mused, "shit happens when you've got scheming uncles who planned to push their brother off the buffalo freeway."

The brunette stared at his girlfriend before picking up his phone, "I'm tweeting that."

Rafiki appears humming incoherently...

"I swear to god, this monkey is on meth." Jim snorted, shaking his head. "Yeap, he just called Simba a baboon. This primate is trippin'."

Dimitri stared at the rest of his friends, as if he was in 'The Office'. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?"

"Better not bring him to any Zoos soon," Jack advised. "He might try to throw rocks at the monkey containment."

"Okay, I take it back." Jim raised his arms, "This is going to be some pivotal revelatory shit." he started.

"Correction, I know your father."

Jim glared at the screen, pointing an accusing finger. "Okay, still trippin'" He scowled at the meditation monkey, "I hope this really is Mufasa and not some metaphorical mambo-jumbo. If not, I call subterfuge."

Jamie was starting to wonder if this whole movie marathon was a good idea. They were just starting with the first one, and Jim already seems like a lost cause. Maybe there was a reason innocent children were the target audience.

"CALLED IT," Jim growled at the television, "that's a reflection, you punk-ass monkey. Way to let a brother down." He shook his head, frowning as the screen shows cloud Mufasa. "Aaaaand now he's slipped Simba some acid. Just great."

Definitely a bad idea.

"Wow, it worked." Even Hiccup is surprised. "who'da thunk it. Hm, might wanna check for hidden projectors, though. Monkey might've pulled a Mysterio... Well, for a good cause, but still. Jim's got it right with subterfuge."

Dimitri glared at him, "Dude, spoiler alert."

"Oops." Hiccup blushed, "sorry."

Jack blinked at the screen, "What the fuck," he scowled, "He just left Nala behind and returned home? When it was her idea in the first place? Bro, that's your soulmark. Boy, is he in for some pain."

"I think this came out before the discovery of soulmarks." Hiccup patted his hand soothingly. "there, there.... What we should really be questioning is that desert. I'm still wondering how there's even an oasis in this movie."

Jamie face palmed, "Suspend your disbelief, suspend... Oh, forget it." he groaned.

🎶"He eeee's a big pig (Yup, yup). You could be a big pig too. Oy!"🎶

"In a movie filled with amazing songs," Jack snickered, "Timon's luau song's gonna be my personal favorite. Bonus points for presentation."

Astrid sighed, placing a hand on her forehead. "And they fell for it," she tossed her hand in a 'I'm so done' manner. "This is why you hire quality hit man, Scar. You can't half-ass a coup and not expect repercussions."

"Well, if he was Loki-smart," Jamie shrugged, "well, there's no Avengers to beat him up and the heroes don't win."

Jim snorted, "Simplified hero-winning's overdone." he said. "Villain redemption arcs like Zuko's should start catching on."

"So, you have no cable for Disney," Dimitri started, "but you know ATLA?"

Jim shrugged, "A therapist was a fan," he explained, "and she thought it'd help with my father abandonment issues. Confirmed: It did."

"I killed Mufasa..."

Hiccup face palmed, and groaned as if he was in real agony. "Aaaagh, typical villain behavior." he groused, "shut your damn Zebra-holes, and finish the job for once, you idiots never learn."

"Chat shit, get banged, Scar." Dimitri snickered, "Chat shit, get banged."

Jim stuffs a pillow at him once more, "Stop it with the innuendos!" he sighed, as he stared at screen. He raised a brow, "Amidst this all-out melee, meth-monkey is doing some serious damage. How, I do not know."

"Well, guess he's been hiding his pizzaz all along."

Simba and Scar finally battle it out

"NOOOOOOO!"

"YEEEEEEEEES!"

Jack cheered, "SIMBA WINS." he grinned, "And the hyenas have also found a temporary solution to their food shortage. Win-win."

"This was a kid's movie..." Jim narrowed his eyes at the screen, "and they heavily implied Scar getting gang-devoured."

Jamie snorted, and snickered. "You should see the one when the villain got hanged from the treetops."

"WHAT!"

"Remember who you are..."

"Feel like 'The Eye of the Tiger' would be a proper song for this moment," Jack mused, before pausing in thought, "wait, wouldn't that be 'Eye of the Lion', then?"

Hiccup laughed, shaking his head. "And just like that, the land is glorious again. No mention of rehabilitation process with might have included replanting trees, and attracting livestock with lucrative real estate prices." he mused.

"Let's just hope this heralds a decline in the merciless killings of animated Zebras." Jim snorted, "still unsure as to how meth-monkey hasn't managed to drop a cub off the cliff yet."

Jamie shook his head, as he went back to Netflix's home screen, and grinned towards his friends, "Now, as payback for effectively ruining my childhood, here's a little piece of info to mindblow you guys: The Lion King is basically Hamlet but with lions, and a happy ending."

"WHAT!"

"Ohmygod!" Jack balked, "IT IS! IT SO IS!"

Hiccup frowned, shaking his head. "I can't believe I didn't see it," he frowned. "And I fucking love Hamlet. I feel like I've let Shakespeare down."

"Baboon man should've made like Yorick and turned into a skeleton head..." Jim snorted, "Wait, was that why they made Scar hold that skull in a certain way?"

Dimitri rolled his eyes, "And here I thought we moved past the whole Rafiki antagonized drama."

Jamie laughed outloud, clutching his stomach. "Just wait till you see the Romeo and Juliet sequel."

"Can we get a movie with more..." Astrid scrunched up her nose, "... humans please?"

#Rise of the Guardians #How to train your Dragon #Jack Frost #Hiccup Haddock #Astrid Hofferson #Jamie Bennett #Anastasia #Treasure Planet #Dimitri #Jim Hawkins

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