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tavvattales · 3 years

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GENSHIN IMPACT Character x gn reader fluff stories~♡♡

Scenario: Confessions part 1

Characters: Albedo and Bennett(seperate)

Pairings: Albedo x gn reader, Bennett x gn reader

Warnings: None

SFW----> Lots of fluff down below. Click at your own risk. ;)

Albedo:

● He catches himself staring at you while you both work on experiments together. He feels a heat rising in his chest when your eyes meet his. He's not sure what this feeling is, but he enjoys it.

● He finds himself in the library asking Lisa for books about this unknown feeling. She lets out a small laugh, "Darling, what you're feeling is love!" Love? His interest peaked as Lisa handed him a few books on the subject.

"So then just a drop of this frost potion before adding the mist flower?" You ask, looking up at him, meeting his wandering gaze, his beautiful teal eyes smiling at you. You're unaware that you're creating something Albedo meticulously planned for you.

He nods, "You're doing great. After you add those two together the final step is to fuse it with the ley line branch," his voice was gentle as he watched you.

You were embarrassed, your cheeks turning pink, but you were grateful that he was letting you create something for the first time, "I'll do my best, Master Albedo," You were studying under him for quite sometime as his assistant. You weren't quite up to par with Sucrose yet, but now he was finally letting you work on projects.

Determined not to fail him, you carefully put a single drop of the frost potion in the dish before you. You then added the mist flower, the bowl gently emitting a soft glow, "Ah! Somethings happening!" You exclaim excitedly.

Albedo gets up from his chair and walks over to you, the ley line branch in his hand. He leans over you, his hand brushing up against yours softly, "You're on the last step. Amazing job, Y/N," He says, taking your hand gently, turning it around so your palm faces upwards, "You remember how to fuse them together, yes?" He asks softly, his voice low, placing the ley line branch in your hand, his fingers lingering for a moment with yours. That made your heart flutter.

You can feel the warmth of his hand as it meets with yours. You glance upwards, his gaze catching yours. He had a slight pink hue across his face, though you weren't quite sure why.

It seemed as if he was studying your reactions to his touch. You didn't mind it as you often found yourself thinking about him on a daily basis, but you wouldn't let him know that. After all, he was your teacher and master. Little did you know, he felt the same about you, "Y-yes, Master Albedo." You replied, slowly moving your hand away from his, grasping the ley line branch.

He smiles softly at you and nodded for you to continue, making your heart almost leap from your chest. It was a rare sight to see, but you relished in those moments and you smile back at him. You place the ley line branch in the bowl.

A brilliant bright blue lit up the room, both of you had to shield your eyes before the dancing blue light calmed down, "Whoa. . ." You were breathless as it happened. A success! You peered into the bowl to see what you had created with Albedo's recipe.

You gasp softly. Inside the bowl was a beautiful heart shaped crystal and before you could speak Albedo took your hands in his, "Y/N, I love you. Will you go out with me?" He asked with a brilliance of hope in his eyes.

Tears welled up in your eyes from pure happiness, "Of course I will. . .I love you too." You couldn't believe this was happening, but you couldn't wait for the next chapter of your relationship to come as this was all you ever wished for.

With that, you found yourself embracing him, nuzzling close to his star shaped mark as he let out a happy sigh, kissing the top of your head. His confession was also a success. . .his best experiment yet.

Albedo x gn reader confession END

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Bennett:

● He never fails to protect you, even if he gets hurt in the process. He'll always be the one to volunteer to open a chest, or activate a mechanism in case of a trap. He just wants you to be safe and doesn't want his bad luck effecting you.

● This guy has no clue you're crushing on him. This poor baby actually thinks you hate him! Even though you have been adventuring with him for months, you get so flustered with your feelings you end up running away everytime he says something so adorable. He just wants to be close to you, so he doesn't understand why you always run away.

Lodged between two walls, both of your chests up against one another, faces mere inches from each other you find yourself in another odd predicament thanks to Bennett's awful luck. You weren't even sure how this had happened and neither did he, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his breath tickling your face, "Awh, I'm sorry, Y/N. I had no idea that was going to happen. Hopefully some other adventurers will find us soon," He said sheepishly trying to ignore the fact he's pressed so close to you.

You feel heat spreading across your face as you avoid eye contact, "I-it's okay, Benny. I think we've been through worse situations," you say softly.

It was true, just last week the both of you almost got cooked alive because Bennett accidentally woke up an entire tribe of meat obsessed Hillichurls in Dadaupa Gorge. Thankfully the dagger you strategically hid in your sleeve swiftly cut the rope you were tied up in and you both barely escaped.

There was a painstakingly long silence before Bennett spoke up, "Why do you bother to go on adventures with me? Don't you hate me?" His voice sounded sad, defeated. All he wanted was to get your attention because he liked you. You were the only one to stick around him after all the other adventurers abandoned him.

You were taken aback by his questions. You finally muster up the courage to look him in his saddened emerald eyes, "Oh, Benny. . .I had no idea you felt that way about me. ." You felt your heart breaking, but you push through, "I-I go on adventures with you because I actually really enjoy spending time together. I'm so sorry I gave you that impression. I don't hate you, Benny."

He breathes a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. I was afraid you did after you kept running off without saying anything. I really like spending time with you too," Bennett smiles at you repairing your heart in an instant.

Your cheeks flushed with an apparent red hue you take a deep breath. Today was the day. No more holding back and no more running away, "Bennett. . .you see, I. . ."

"What is it, Y/N?" He asks quizzically.

"I-I really like you. Will you go out with me?" Your eyes are closed tight at this point, preparing for the worse, but it doesn't come. Instead you feel your chin being lifted up and his warm lips press against yours before pulling away.

"Today must be the luckiest day of my life. . ." He mutters, "Of course I'll go out with you."

Today wasn't so bad afterall, you thought.

Bennett x gn reader END

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snapdragon-mina · 4 years

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Critical Beauty

A/n: This is my part of the POCuties Playlist Collab :)

I love bo with my WHOLE heart. I'm sorry if it seems rushed or ooc, ive been hella stressed lmao. Anyway, enjoy this fic based on Critical Beauty by Pentagon.

Warnings: Swearing? I think that's all.

•••

You became friends with Konoha Akinori rather easily when you transferred. He was fun to be around and you guys just clicked. After a few weeks of friendship, he offered for you to come watch him and the team practice.

"Hey, (l/n), you don't have anything to do after school... Do you?" He asked.

"Uh no, not that I know of. Why?"

"I wanted to see if you'd come watch me and the others practice." He shrugged as he relaxed in his seat keeping a watchful eye on the clock.

"Volleyball practice? That's a bunch of hot sweaty men in one place, sir who do you take me for?" You held a look of disgust on your face as you looked at him. Konoha snorted and shot you a look.

"You don't wanna know."

You faked offense but agreed to watch his practice after class.

You arrived shortly after practice had already begun. You opted for quietly taking a seat as nobody had even seemed to notice you slip into the gym. You were there for a good five minutes before Konoha realized you were already here. He had stopped dead in his tracks, piquing someone's attention.

"Wait, (l/n), when did you get here?"

You rolled your eyes at the question. "Been here for like 5 minutes, thanks for finally noticing tho." As the two of you were joking around you could feel someone else's eyes on you.

"Konoha, why is the one with that phat ass staring at me-"

As soon as those words left your lips, Bokuto froze and all eyes were on him. Akaashi bumped his shoulder against Bokuto's and that knocked him out of his semi-frozen state. "What's your name?" He blurted out almost immediately.

You raised an eyebrow but answered him nonetheless. "I'm (l/n) (y/n); Konoha's only friend."

Konoha flipped you off at that.

"I'm Bokuto Kōtarō, Its nice to meet you (l/n)-chan!" He smiled really wide up at you.

"(l/n)-chan, huh? Okay." You smiled back down at him and he swears he felt his heart swell.

•••

At this point the entire school knew. A few days ago, you bumped into Bokuto in the hallways. As you went to apologize, his eyes lit up and he reached into his bag, pulling out a -somehow perfectly intact- flower. "(l/n)-chan! This morning I was walking, and there was a rose. If you like it you can take it!"

"Oh, thank you, Bo. Pink is actually one of my favorite colors." You smiled as you gently took the rose from his hands.

His eyes widened slightly at your smile and shifted his eyes away. "I never knew you liked pink... But now that you're holding it in front of me, It suits you." He walked off before you could notice the growing warmth spreading through his face.

That wasn't the only time, though. Over the course of three months, you would receive dozens of gifts. Anything ranging from flowers, to food, to jewelry. He always said something that made it super obvious how absolutely infatuated he was with you. However, his dumb ass didn't even realize he was being obvious until you called him out during his latest gift.

Bokuto came up to you after one of his practices. "Something annoying but sparkling was strangely in my pocket. I swear I don't know how it got there." He handed you a silver ring with some sort of gem inside of it. Was it real? You have no idea but you wouldn't put it past him if it was. "You can have it, since my fingers dont fit."

You looked at him skeptically before slipping the ring onto one of your fingers. His face started heating up again as he watched you and you could've sworn you heard something along the lines of: "it fits on your finger so well that it gives me chills."

"Are you positive you have no idea where it came from?" You asked, peeping the ring that looked eerily similar to the one he just gave you, on his finger.

"Yep! Not a clue. It's just a coincidence that the same one happens to be on my finger too."

At this point you'd had enough. You stared him directly in his eyes, not saying or doing anything; waiting for him to crack.

He started shifting his weight from leg to leg under your gaze. "Don't stare at me like that." You didn't let up. "Fine, what are you curious about?" He tried to look anywhere but directly at you.

"Bo, you keep gifting me these little gifts. I really do appreciate them, but I need an explanation." You crossed your arms and waited patiently.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I don't need to say the obvious again, it's written all over your face."

You grinned. "I'm not saying anything in response until I get a proper confession. Details and everything." Bokuto's eyes widened.

"I'm not ready to-"

Your smile softened. "That's fine, Bo. I already adore you as is, so I'll wait for you. Just do it when it feels right for you." The panicked look on his face dissipated and he nodded.

"Okay! Wait for me until then, please." And with that he ran off to do God knows what.

•••

Four more months and Bokuto was still giving you gifts, but he had yet to actually "confess properly". You were patient through it all and then one day, Bokuto stopped giving you gifts.

Your thoughts were spiralling as you questioned why. Why would he stop? Did he mean to? Did this fucking idiot go broke buying me all that shit? You shook your head as you walked towards you locker. You almost didn't notice Konoha standing there with a smug little shit eating grin as he held out a letter with a little heart seal on it.

"Konoha what are you-"

"(l/n)-chan I'm so in love with you, please make me the happiest man in the entire world and accept my confession!" It was obvious that he was faking. He could barely get through a word without laughing.

"Eat shit and die." You laughed as you snatched the letter from his hands.

"It's actually Bokuto-san's letter. He was supposed to give it to you like a week ago but he chickened out and Akaashi-san had to get the letter from him. He asked me to deliver it to you since we're in the same class and all."

"Oh say less" He waved goodbye to you and walked off, leaving you with the letter. You carefully opened it and read it to yourself silently.

"I would fall over and die if I said this in person, but this is a letter! :)

Day after day I live for you, I'll give you everything. If Im with you I swear everywhere will feel like Hollywood. You have the best smile I've ever seen and everytime you smile I feel really hot, it's like I'm addicted to you. I just want you to know that I really really really like you.

-Bo <3"

You smiled softly before placing the letter in your bookbag and getting what you need out of your locker.

After class ended for the day, you walked towards the gym as you knew volleyball practice was being held today. The moment you pushed the door open, Bokuto's head snapped up and he looked at you. "(y/n)!"

"Ooh first name basis I see. Okay then, Hi Kōtarō." You smiled. He returned it as he dropped what he was doing and rushed to give you a hug. You returned it with a laugh. "Dude, you're all sweaty."

He pulled away and apologized quickly. "So uhm, did you? I mean, did Konoha give you my letter?"

"He did. Kou, you are the absolute fucking cutest." His smile grew almost 10 times wider. He looked and felt nothing but pure euphoria at that response. You could hear his signature "Hey Hey Hey" outside with how happy he felt. He all but peppered little kisses all over your face.

"Bokuto-san we have to finish practice." Akaashi called out and Bokuto nodded and promised that he'd take you out on a real date as soon as he was able to.

"I swear I'll make you as happy as you made me."

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gisachi · 4 years

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Surprise Me, Surprise You (Happy Shinichi Day! 05.04.20) (ShinRan. Drabble. College. Roommates.)

(Many months after the Blackout incident…)

He is out late again.

Going back to their apartment a little past midnight has slowly turned into a routine. School work, on top of detective work, is such a pain. The only thing he’s grateful for is the fact that he likes his major, Criminology, so damn much. Had it been otherwise, the reason for going home late for the past few days will be because of a real case of homicide, not because of a simulated midterm project geared to identify fingerprints, blood splatters, and wounds for his Forensics class.

Not that he wants more homicides to happen. Well. Real, unsolved cases make him feel alive. Not school requirements.

He shuffles for his keys and opens the front door quietly, careful not to make any unnecessary sound that might disrupt the sleep of his roommate.

Roommate slash childhood friend slash most favorite person in the world —

— Platonically. Or so he forces himself to believe.

The light in the living room is still open, much to his confusion. He walks to the light switch, only to stop short upon seeing a figure sleeping soundly by the dining table.

Ah. There she goes again.

He shrugs and approaches the woman. She looks so peaceful sleeping like a log that for a moment he debates on whether or not to wake her up or just drape her with a blanket. But whatever decision he thinks of becomes moot upon hearing a tired sigh, followed by a long, disconcerted yawn.

He almost snorts at how ridiculous she looks as she stretches her limbs while wearing that striped party hat on her head.

“Nn...Shinichi?”

“Mhm,” he pulls up a seat, eyes half lidded, his elbows on the table as one palm couches his cheek. “You fell asleep here. Again. How tired are you on a daily basis?”

She rubs her eyes, attempting to ride them off of sleepiness.

“What time is it?”

“12:25 AM.”

“Twel... EH?!”

Like a panic-stricken child, Ran stands upright, droopiness gone in an instant. She glances at her phone and her face whitens. After hurriedly sending a mail, she pulls out a match from her back pocket and lights a small candle sticking out from the center of a finely baked pie, which has surprisingly gone unnoticed in front of him.

Shinichi watches in quiet amazement as Ran lifts the pastry and brings it near his face.

“Ha-... Happy birthday, Shinichi!”

Shinichi blinks owlishly.

It’s my birthday?

“It’s your birthday, you moron!” Ran answers, like she has just read his mind.

“Oh.” He looks at the pie in front of him, then at her. “It is...Oh. Okay.”

She rolls her eyes and releases a groan. “Geez. I knew it, you forgot your birthday again!” She slides back to her chair in defeat. “You never really care for occasions like this, do you?”

He smiles apologetically.

“Well, worry not,” she places the pie on the table, “because that’s what I’m here for. To remind you!”

For a detective geek’s best friend, this girl’s pretty painstakingly persistent. He has known this since they were young, remembering the many times she’d coax him into eating, drinking, and sleeping, everytime his detective brain got the best of him. Some people would give up easily, but not her. Although her ramblings were never guaranteed to work on him all the time, she remained relentless in reminding him to do human things because he’s, you know, human, and if she won’t, no one else will.

Somehow, this trait of hers has grown on him and admittedly, he finds it kinda nice. She’s like his own personal alarm clock. When he finds himself too engrossed in unworldly interests, or lost in track for whatever reason, her smiling face will randomly pop up in his head to tell him to breathe. Rest. Take it easy. Then he’ll do it and be okay again.

That’s one of the many reasons why he considers her his most favorite person in the world.

In a platonic sense.

(Read: Not.)

“Sometimes, it’s nice to take a break and celebrate moments like this, you know?” She remarks, bringing her face to her palm. “Especially with people you love.”

She smiles at him appreciatively, and his heart flutters at that.

With people you love. Yeah.

“Now, make a wish and blow the candle!” And so he does. Ran claps her hand once the fire is extinguished, and readies to slice the pie with a knife she prepared beforehand.

Ran gives him a hefty piece and awaits his reaction on the first bite.

“So? How is it?” Her eyes glimmer in anticipation for his answer, and she gets it when he widens his eyes and licks the crumbs around his lips in interest.

“Lemon pie...” He blushes at how delicious it tastes. “My favo-”

“Your favorite! Yay, I’m really glad the taste turned out well!” She cups her cheeks in glee, marveling at her achievement. “I’ve only tried baking it once, so I’m not really confident about it.”

He forks more crumbs and eats in silence.

You should be. It’s the most delicious lemon pie I’ve ever tasted!

“I learned from Asami-senpai that you like lemon pie. You know, our former student council president? The really pretty senpai who was liked by everybody from our high school?”

I know her. No one compares to you, though.

“You might’ve forgotten about that already, Shinichi, but she baked the whole soccer club a lemon pie and you-” she snorts, “-you said it was bad! Oh my god! How dare you?”

It really was! I couldn’t lie...

“Anyway, she also told me that she confessed her feelings to you but you rejected her. Said you’ve been in love with somebody else for years…” she drifts away, shoving another bite into her mouth, chuckling passively.

“I wonder who the lucky girl is?”

...Can’t lie.

“It’s you.”

Her giggle dies down, mouth stops munching, smile instantly disappearing from her lips. Eyes widen like saucers, her face contorting to an unfathomable expression he can best associate to pure bewilderment.

“Wh...what?”

“I said it’s you,” he looks away.

He doesn’t mean to say that out loud —

“...always been you.”

— and repeat it thrice.

But oh boy, there he goes.

How does she look right now? Surprised? Confused? Betrayed? He cannot confirm. He’s afraid to look again. He doesn’t think he can.

(I love you.)

But alas, his senses betray him as his eyes instinctively flit back up, locking with hers, searching in desperation for whatever answer her beautiful eyes store.

Though words fail him (and her) at the moment, he wants to know.

He hopes ‘I love you back’ is a set of crystal eyes edging with tears that if she blinks, they’ll fall. He hopes ‘I love you back’ is a sharp, quivering inhale, unable to release an exhale, because she needs to fill her lungs with air or else she’ll pass out. He hopes ‘I love you back’ is that nervous bite on her lower lip, stopping the waterfall of words about to gush out.

(Do you love me too?)

He moves his face closer, closer to her... maybe he’ll get a clearer answer if he sees her eye to eye, nose to nose, breath to breath—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

As quick as lightning, Ran stands up from her seat, face as red as her ridiculous striped party hat.

“G-gee, I wonder wh-who’s at the door?! Haha! C-Can you open it, Shinichi?”

She stutters and he cannot help but laugh at her awkwardness. He coughs and walks his way to the door. Weirdo as always.

...

You just confessed to her on your birthday. Now who’s the more awkward one?

“SURPRISE!!”

He jolts at the sudden outburst of energy radiating from the other side. Startled to the bones, his eyes jump from one person to the other.

Kazuha-san. Hattori. Tou-san. Kaa-san. Sonoko. Kyougoku-san.

A mix of voices all echoing the same birthday greeting fills his ears, as he stands there confused as to who he shall prioritize first -- Yukiko hugging him, Heiji patting his head like he’s some disciple, Sonoko taking a picture of the sweet parent-child moment, Makoto holding a Shinichi banner with Shinichi’s big sleeping face plastered on it, Kazuha laughing at the background, or Ran admiring everything from inside their apartment.

“We hope we didn’t disturb a sacred moment,” Yusaku butts in, eyes shifting between Ran and Shinichi.

“We mailed Ran-chan and told her we’ll drop by and surprise you, Shin-chaaan!” Yukiko hugs him more tightly, earning her a wince from the birthday boy.

Entering the apartment freely, the four younger adults hang the banner a little above the pie Ran baked. Heiji and Kazuha unbox a chocolate cake they probably bought on their way to them, while Sonoko assists Makoto uncork a bottle of champagne and prepare eight glasses of wine on the table.

“To Kudo!” Hattori exclaims, as he lights the other cake on the table.

“To Kudo!” everyone shouts in unison.

He looks at the people, admiring everyone who went out of their way to pull this stupid surprise.

“This is what I actually meant when I said celebrating your birthday with people you love,” she whispers beside him, shyly.

He grins stupidly at himself, then looks at her. “And I am now, right?”

In more ways than one.

Cheeks turning crimson, she averts his gaze and looks at the wave of people now crowding over her lemon pie.

“Yes, yes you are.”

The pair looks at Yusaku and Yukiko setting their presents beside the pie; Makoto taking Sonoko’s photos as she pauses in front of their birthday surprise set up. Heiji and Kazuha bicker as to who gets the bigger slice of the pastry.

Amidst the noise, Ran finds herself staring at a full body mirror across the unit, reflecting her and him, side by side, the others blurred in the background.

“And these people you love... they love you back,” she refocuses her gaze on him. “Surely.”

She smiles so wide that it hides her eyes.

“Happy birthday, Shinichi.”

(I love you.)

“Yeah,” he smiles back. “Happy birthday to me.”

...

(I love you, too.)

#happy shinichi day #05.04.20 #fanfic #drabble #this is my gift for u most precious boi to ever exist #a shinran drabble #rushed at the end bc its also my moms bday and we haveta celebrate lol #and wanting to reach the 12:25 deadline but i missed it already huhuau sooo #sorry for grammar inconsistencies ajhsdahhh #I JUST LOVE MY BOI SO MUCH HAVE A GOOD DAY AND GOOD LIFE OK LOVEYOU

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jin-was-here-2 · 5 years

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Ship Questions: McReigns Edition 2

Who In Your Ship:

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?

It's who ever's less tired or just wants to. It's one of those things they just have to do and want to be over and done with.

Roman is a radio hog no matter if he's the one driving or not.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing?

Roman's a foodie; he likes to know what all his options are. But a lot of the time he also wants to get something he knows he'll like. Drew finds it annoyingly endearing.

is more likely to get arrested?

...Drew. ...Just... sometimes certain types of people can really set him off and he gets a little... well, psycho. Great for in the ring... not so much in public.

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?

Roman's not big on heights and crazy rides. Prefers the slower stuff. He can actually enjoy those and have fun. Rollercoasters aren't really Drew's thing either way, but he had fun goading Roman on to one once.

"C'mooon. You'll go against anyone and anything in the ring, but a little bumping does you in, Big Dog?"

"First of all, that isn't ''a little'' anything. Second, fine. But if I die I'm coming back to haunt you."

"Pffff. Noted."

shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets?

Roman. He loves animals. Especially Dogs. (So do his brothers Seth and Dean. They're all bad influences for each other. When it comes to them.) So what if they already have a pomeranian, two chihuahuas, and a house cat? What's one more cute and fluffy family member? I mean really?

It drives Drew up the wall, because the only one he can really tolerate is the cat (They have a shared understanding of each other) and they always have people coming to their door looking for their bloody animals.

demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face?

Roman. He's a total romantic. Mostly for the little shows of it. So the big things aren't something he needs all the time or even often. But there are times when the big ones go a long way with him.

Like they go out a lot, to just be together, however they don't really call them dates. It's just mutually nice. But sometimes Roman's bit by a love bug and wants a date date. And Drew obliges to keep the bf happy because he wants the bf happy.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your ship out or do they find it hilarious?

Neither one is really clumsy. In fact, for two behemoths, they're suprising graceful.

*picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music?

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it?

Neither one really cares, but sometimes Drew takes it upon himself to be a little annoying. And then Roman will do the same next time to get him back for being a tit.

is the one to quietly suggest they get high together for the first time? how does the other half of your ship react?

Oh man. Well seeing as he has a nice plug in Dean and Renee, Roman. Drew dosen't have anything against it he just happens to not do it. And Roman wanted to see him high sooooooo baaad.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your ship loves?

Roman, 'cause Drew likes a good scary movie. And it gives him a reason to curl up to him for comfort. (Which is also why Drew picks them in the first place a lot of the time.) Roman's ok with monster movies; you can physically fight monsters. It's the supernatural stuff that messes with him.

talks in their sleep? does their partner record it and call them out, or not tell them and keep it as a secret so they can keep enjoying it?

Roman talks in his sleep. Mostly loving on his brothers, pets, or Drew in his sleep. Drew secretly loves it. It's pure and soft and for his eyes only. Especially when there are little moans mixed in. He has started something more than once, kissing Roman awake once he heard those.

brings up the conversation of marriage + babies? how does the conversation go?

Roman wants allllll the kids ok. He has too much big dad energy to not want kids. It as to go somewhere. It'd be a long while before they have that conversation though. And Drew's gonna be caught off guard by it no matter when.

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public?

Both have had to. For trying to fight idiots in public. Roman more so 'cause Drew has like zero patience for people's bullshit.

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say?

YES. It's a dumb joke between them at this point.

Some of Roman's:

"You're evil cat has locked me out the bedroom. So now you're in the dog house. >:c"

"Looking for a tall unapproachable scary man. I'm very worried."

Some of Drew's:

"Here for The Big... Puppy. c:<"

"Looking for my lover. He's big, friendly, and will follow you if you give him food. I'm very not worried."

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down?

Drew. Poor man. Roman will never let him live it down. ...But I mean who burns spaghetti that bad?????

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out?

Roman, 'cause he likes to push Drew's buttons every chance he gets. Rile him up. He thinks he's hot when he's annoyed. ...Especially at him.

falls asleep no matter what position they’re in + needs to be carried to bed?

Roman. He's a very sleepy boy.

They'll be watching a movie in the living room and Drew'll spot him nodding off.

"You better not be falling asleep. I am not carrying you to bed."

"Mmm.....zzzzzzz."

But then he dose. 'Cause he loooove hiiiimmmm.

is the little spoon when they cuddle?

Roman. Uhhhh he's baby??? And Drew pretty much makes sure of it for the most part. But there are times where Roman will snuggle up behind Drew and it's nice.

hates thunderstorms and needs to be comforted for the duration?

Neither one. Storms are whatever.

brings the other breakfast in bed? is it a proper cooked breakfast - or just an old muffin?

Both on occasions. Roman goes all out with a proper home cooked breakfast. Drew was very dimple-y that morning.

Drew went with pre-packaged muffins and yogurt. And Roman was just as touched by it.

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable?

Drew, but it depends. They both like working out but Roman can be a little lazy or in a mood about it. But by the end he'd have had a good time.

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane?

Roman loves emojis. More so when he finds out Drew hates excessive use of them. It got so bad Drew gave him a limit. No more than two per paragraph or "bad things will happen".

can never admit they’re wrong?

They both have their moments.

lets the dog sleep on the bed when the other isn’t paying attention?

Roman. Everytime he's caught Drew throws a mighty fit. But like the dogs are super cute????? And he wants to be close to them?????

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it?

Roman's more decorative, but nothing so extreme that Drew hates it. Actually Drew is the one with this lounge chair that's so god-awful that Roman would like to see it burned

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other?

Drew. It's actually how he realized he was catching feelings for Roman? And Roman highkey likes seeing himself being fought over.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting?

Drew, and Roman finds it very interesting at times.

is the lovey dovey drunk?

Roman. He gets very touchy-feely. Like more so than usual.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their partner?

When the joke or comeback is at the other's expense they laugh at their own joke. It's a hit or miss whether the other laughs at the joke or not.

is competitive about EVERYTHING?

Both. They really bring out the competitiveness out of each other.

apologises first when they have a fight?

Roman. He doesn't like when things aren't ok for too long.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed?

Drew wouldn't be caught dead making or wearing a flower crown.

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry?

Either one. As long as it's not their wall. Roman expecially has too much pride in the house .

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other?

Roman. He forgets 'cause Drew, Dean, and Seth are the usual ones he sends things he thinks are funny.

wears the others clothes the most?

Roman. 'Cause he can wear Drew's tops and bottoms. But they basically share pants at this point.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react?

They drive each other nuts with how much they mess with each other, already. Only a few times has it turned into a full-blown Prank War. Which Roman is really good at 'cause uhhhh Dean. Drew knows he can't win.

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes?

Drew. He loves throwing up sarcastic sickeningly sweet pet names. He knows how they sound coming from someone like him. And sometimes he'll say them close to Roman's ear just to see him squirm.

forgets their anniversary

Neither. But we're talking about the big ones.

Roman likes to keep track of the little ones. Ya know, just to think about and reminisce.

is impulsive and makes big choices for them without stopping to think through what it all means?

...Drew. It's something they really have to work on because it has caused a lot of fights. He just gets in these moods sometimes where he "thinks he knows best, and if you don't agree well then that's too damn bad". Roman's used to group compromise. So that kind of attitude get's right up Roman's nose, and he's too strong willed himself to deal with it so they clash.

writes cute messages for the other on the bathroom mirror when they have a shower?

Roman. He'll be brushing his teeth and'll spot the mirror steaming back up from Drew showering and'll write something short and sweet like "love you ♡". And

Then while he's getting dressed Drew'll hug him and kiss his on the head. "You're cute."

has to do the dishes because the other gags any time they stick their hands in the water?

Can I just take the time to say I loathe nasty ass dish water.

Neither really. But Drew really ain't about that life. "We have a dishwasher for a reason."

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first?

Roman cannonballs without a second thought. He's so used to water. Drew prefers to test it first.

tries to kill bugs in the house… and which one stops them and gets the bug out of the house alive and well?

If there's a bug it needs to go. Preferably with Drew dealing with it.

can speak a second/third/forth language and uses it to annoy the other when they’re fighting?

Neither? If they do they don't annoy each other with it.

says i love you first? does the other immediately say it back?

It was surprisingly Drew. When they weren't at all together or even that friendly with each other but were sleeping together fairly regularly. ...It was a very confusing time. And something that had been bubbling up for awhile.

wins when they arm wrestle?

Ooooo. Oooooooooooo. They're 2-3 'cause Drew just broke the tie. But that's ok. Soon.

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves?

Usually it's Roman. But everyone has had What Makes You Beautiful stuck in their head. Everyone. Even big ol' scary Drew.

"...Ar- Are you singing‐?"

"NO."

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time?

Drew don't do selfies. Or at least not often. Roman doesn't either but they're fun with other people. Drew complains a lot but he does it in the end.

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day?

Roman. Beer and food make everything better.

sends the cheesy good morning/night texts?

When they were apart Roman would always send good night texts. Later on Drew would send morning ones when ever they're apart.

can never admit that they were wrong?

Drew has his moments.

suggests they send out a christmas card together? does the other go for it, or question when they turned into old people?

Roman saw it in movie one year and suggested it. Half for as joke and half because he really wanted to. It'd be funny. ...Nice, maybe? Drew definitely asked when they turned into old people.

is a morning person and who pulls the covers up over their head and begs for five more minutes?

Roman likes his "beauty sleep" and sleepin' in. Hates being woken up. Drew just likes to get his day started.

is constantly insisting they won’t need a jacket before they go out… and then has to steal the others when they get cold?

Oh my god, Drew is the worst with this. It's always, "ahh, I'll be fine". But then not that long into whatever they're doing he'll sit and act like he's not cold, and Roman'll roll his eyes and pass him the extra jacket he brought.

is a smoker and has to deal with the other forever showing them gross photos to try and convince them to quit?

Neither. Ok, occasionally Roman does some jesus cabbage with the boys. Drew dosen't get that hung up over it.

decides they need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react?

Drew did. Once. And never again after. Roman had kittens he was so mad.

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why?

Roman. Drew likes to think he can remember everything. He can't.

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight?

They've done it so much it ain't anything nothing to either.

is more likely to suggest a lil fool around in the bathrooms at a club? how does the other react?

They're both fond of jumping each other in uncompromising places. Especially in the beginning when they were just fooling around with each other.

plans a night of board games for date night, and who plans a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant?

When they do do date dates. It's because Drew knows Roman wants one. And good food goes a long way. But when they want something chill either one pulls out board games.

cries watching the news?

They don't watch the news. Or at least mainstream versions of it.

teases the other one for having a crush on them… despite the fact they’ve been dating for a year?

Roman. Mostly when Drew does something extra soft towards him.

believes in aliens?

Drew. Roman doesn't think much of it. Or it kinda freaks him out if he thinks to much about it. The rare times they're all together and Dean and Drew aren't at each other throats, it's because they're talking about spoopy stuff like that. Roman is amazed every time.

is constantly leaving the lights on in every room in the house?

Neither.

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel?

Drew would have had to really talk him on to it in the first place; he wouldn't be that mean. Maybe Drew would have at the beginning though, when they were enemies with benefits but was just starting to turn into something else.

is a terrible liar?

Ro can't lie to people he cares about to save his life. Baby feels soooo bad. And it's so visible.

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it?

Drew. Everytime he sees it in s magazine. He thinks it's absolutely ridiculous how they say something different every time. How many meaning can they have? I mean really.

who panics when mercury goes into retrograde?

Neither even knows what that really means.

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge?

Drew. But then he'll see one that's wrestling related and they'll end up watching that.

is constantly renovating part of their house but not finishing one thing before moving on to the next?

They aren't home enough for multiple projects. So they'll have one that'll last longer than it'd usually need to take.

uses all the hot water?

ROMAN. It's why Drew is is extra pissy when they have to get up but he doesn't get to the shower fast enough.

"It's all that blood hair you have!"

is the shower person? whose the bath person?

They both like shower. They're quick and they have places to be. But when they have the time Roman suggests a nice long soak together. Helps with soreness sometimes.

is most likely to be unfaithful?

Neither. But if we're looking for angst... Roman might... accidentally... fool around with Dean... or Seth... or something. Maybe there was some pinning on one of there sides. But they were supposed to be just bros. They had some drinks and it just happened? I don't know but drama. Angst.

Bonus:

what is your otps song?

The Mighty Fall In Love by Fall Out Boy

do their families approve of the relationship? why/why not?

Yeah. I like to think everyone's chill. But there's always room for angst there.

whose friends do they hang out with more?

Roman's. Drew don't really have friend friends.

what do they do on their first date? did they have a first date, or did they just sort of… start dating?

Being together just sort of came up and bit them in the ass. They have no idea how or when it happened but they have allll the feelings now so fuck it.

what is their favorite way to spend the holidays? do they go to one of their families houses? or do they create their own tradition by staying in bed listening to christmas music and getting drunk?

They either go to each other's families, their friend's, or just have a little thing for themselves. Roman has a ball cooking special things for them.

what do they name their dog? do the give it a super boring name like allen - or do they name it something like bubblegum princess?

Roman named his pomeranian Tiger, and his chihuahua Tiny and his smaller chihuahua Mini. He baby talks to him a lot.

Drew is just as bad with his two black cats. He just refuses to admit it. He named them Max and Monty.

Y'all I'm bad with names. I donno.

how do they handle emergencies? does one of them crack under the pressure - or do they bicker because they both need to be in control?

They both have a strong need to control things. And it's amplified when things go wrong so they clash there at times too.

how did they meet? were they immediately drawn to each other?

Instant mutual dislike. But strangely attracted.

what do they fight about the most? how do they resolve their fights?

Control. They're both so stubborn and strong willed it causes a lot of friction at times.

Or Drew's refusal to get along with Dean and vice versa.

Inspo (x)

#this. took. so. l o n g.#probably ain't that good but here it is.#roman reigns #drew mcintyre #mcreigns #wwe #ship questions

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Pairing: JEON JUNGKOOK X READER

Genre: SMUT/FLUFF

Words: 5,162

Warnings: language, explicit sex, unprotected sex, (jimin being a slight jackass)

- Hey Y/N, you're coming already? - you heard an overly excited Jeon JungKook shout, from the door of the ladies changing room. Chuckling, you gave yourself a final once over on the mirror close to said door, then walking up to him, which got startled by your proximity.

- I'm ready, Kooks. Bikinis are actually hard to tie, you know? - you said, walking past him, trying to not take notice of his half-naked figure while you put on your sunglasses.

- But you're wearing a shirt... Hey isn't that my shirt? - he asked, and you turned around to look at him, beaming at his face with your new sunglasses.

- It is, actually. Jimin said you didn't used this anymore, so I thought you wouldn't mind...? - you said, sounding more like a question, and watched as JungKook stuttered over his words. You really liked to see him squirm around you, mainly because he was really awkward with girls - and people in general -, but mostly because at least you weren't the only one to look like a mess everytime he flashed you a smile. I mean, I have to get my heart checked more frequently since I met this little shit. You thought, while JungKook muttered something that you really weren't paying attention, since your eyes wandered.

- Guys, what took you so long? - Taehyung approached the two of you, and you turned to him, hit by the sight of yet another bare chest. I guess I'll be seeing a lot of those today huh?

- Sorry, I was just struggling with my bathing suit. Did you guys found a place? - you asked, and Tae pointed out to a side of the beach you all came - very well-deserved vacation for the boys - that looked pretty much deserted, telling you that the others were around that place.

- So, do you want some help with that? - you heard Jimin say, as you stripped from JungKook's shirt and picked the sunscreen spray, ready to be generous, since your bikini was more "revealing" than the traditional Korean ones. And I know I am drawing attention, but at least is just the boys. You thought, while handing Mochi the bottle, turning around so your back was to him, pulling your hair up in a bun while waiting for him to spray you. And I may or may not wore it because I wanted to see a Bunny's reaction.

- Stop staring at my ass and hurry up, Chims! - you giggled, trying to make him go faster, since you were crazy to go swimming. He chuckled, proceeding to spray you, the cold feeling against your skin making you yelp.

- I think I should, since you stare at mine on a daily basis - Jimin started, and you muttered a touchè quietly. - I wasn't staring, I know this is not for me. - he quipped, and you turned to him, frowning in fake confusion.

- What do you mean? - you tilted your head, not able to avoid looking around for JungKook, which was neck down in the water, playing with Tae and Hobi.

- Ah Y/N , don't be like that. I know you. - he said, making your eyes snap back to him, while he sprayed your front. - You want us to suffer, but mainly JungKook. You should make a move, you know? - he joked, and you rolled your eyes, even if Jimin couldn't see it properly. Tapping his shoulder so he would turn and let you spray him, you sighed.

- We've talked about this. He's just shy, there's nothing to do with him having feelings for me. Besides, I'm your age, Chims. - you said in a low tone, and by you could see of his face, you knew Jimin was scowling. Sighing, he turned around like you did before, and you proceeded to spray his chest.

- Sure, because you're that much older than him. Besides, you heard him say that he likes older women. Let JungKook be your baby, Yu! - Jimin said, laughing, and you shushed him, glaring holes on his face. Yoongi stepped beside you two, grabbing the bottle and handing you each a coconut.

- Yeah, I think that too. You're the only ones who doesn't believe the other like each other. It gets annoying if you ask me. - he said, and you felt all the blood rushing to your face as Yoongi sprayed his own chest, and asked Jimin to spray his back.

- You should at least try. I'm not telling you to confess or anything, just... Try to really watch him out today. You'll see it too. - Jimin finished, and you quietly sipped on the coconut water, relishing on the sweet and cold flavour. The other two walked towards the water, while you decided to go sit with Jin and Namjoon for a bit, while you finished your treat.

- Babygirl, you look fantastic. Is that new? I'm pretty sure I never seen those. - Namjoon said, eyeing you appreciatively, and you chuckled, sitting beside Jin, the only one still sporting a shirt.

- Yes, I bought it since you guys told me I'd be coming here with you all. Did you really like it? - you asked, and the both men nodded.

- I can tell you that there's just one of us that liked it too much, by the way. - Jin quipped, and you took off your glasses, again playing dumb. Because you knew they all talked JungKook probably liking you, but that was about it, a probability. They never asked for sure and I'm not really sure JungKook would tell them. Besides, it can just be because he's shy.

- International Playboy there was cursing all his way to the ocean when you stripped down from that shirt. A very good show indeed, babygirl. - Namjoon smirked at you, and you slapped his shoulder playfully, giggling embarrassed.

- Maybe he got shy, since I've never walked so "naked" around you guys. - you shrugged, and Jin hummed, opening a packet of seaweed snack, which you found yourself stealing later on.

- Yeah, I don't think so. See, he knows how a girl's body is, since as you know certain leader of us showed us some... Adult content - Namjoon shouted, throwing his sandal at Jin, yelling to stop telling you weird things, but you could only laugh, because well, naturally they had watched some of those things - What my point is, Kookie isn't shy because you have a girl's body, but because it's you. - he said, snatching the packet of snacks from your hands playfully, while Namjoon nodded in agreement to what he had said. - Now, stop stealing my seaweed and go there swim. We'll call you if anything. - he said, and you yelped, because as you got up, Namjoon used the other sandal to slap your butt with, laughing hysterically. You flipped him off - because why the hell would he - then started jogging lightly towards the water. You saw the others cheer as they saw you, and laughed to yourself, diving into the ocean.

- Yes! Since Y/N came, we now can play! - Taehyung beamed, going to hug you as you emerged. You squirmed as his fingers tickled your sides.

- Yah get off me! You know what happened last time you tickled me! - you warned him, which made him let you go, putting his hands in front of his trousers.

- Ah, I almost lost my ability to breed - Tae said, shivering with the memory of your knee connecting with his goods last time he tried to "tickle fight" you.

- Whoa, never pegged you to be this sensitive, Y/N . - Yoongi said, throwing you a wink from beside JungKook, which only fidgeted, not really looking at you. But before you could answer, Jimin appeared behind you, leaning on your shoulders, his breath just beside your ear:

- Oh you don't know the half of it. Y/N says she's not very sensitive, but in fact it just takes the right person to ignite her. - Jimin said, and you sighed tiredly, because for some reason you were completely immune to his everlasting charms. But somehow JungKook's shy demeanor and cute smile gets me thinking things...

- Okay, I thought I came here to play, not to be exposed. What were you guys about to play that it needed me to show up, anyways? - you asked, while Jimin whispered something to Taehyung, and they both laughed.

- Ah, cockfight. Losers share a room today. - Hobi said, a deadpan expression. You nodded slowly, then proceeded to ask how would you be paired up -praying for the heavens that you ended up with everyone but JungKook, because having his head between your legs wasn't infact something you wanted... In public -, and Hoseok said it would be with rock paper and scissors.

- Equal symbols pair up. - he explained, then you started.

Once... Twice... At the third try, you matched with Jimin, Tae with Yoongi and Hoseok with JungKook. You were relieved and all, but then Jimin decided he suddenly was too small.

- Oh, but I can hold you, then. - you proposed, but he just shook his head.

- See, I'm heavier than you are, and you're my size or less, so you'll practically drown too. I prefer to pair up with Tae, if you don't mind. - Jimin looked back at you, and you didn't really, but noticed all too much how that turned out to be a conspiracy against you. Suddenly then Yoongi said he wanted Hoseok to hold him since they were closer in age, and Taehyung didn't said anything, just swam to Jimin's side with a sly grin. Your mouth gaped a bit, as you looked with pure betrayal to the four, then turning to JungKook, which seemed to be very lost on something on his mind, and sighed.

- Well, at least we'll win, since Kooks here is strong and competitive. - you said, faking a smile, as you touched his arm. JungKook chuckled nervously, nodding.

- I know noona is also competitive too, isn't it? - he commented, and you nodded.

- At least when there's a bet... - you trailed off, and heard Hobi then raise the bet to buying dinner for them all this night.

- Jungkook, now you can order that dish... Y/N , what is that food you like so much? - Yoongi asked, and before you could even react, JungKook stepped in:

- Oh, Tangsuyuk! Noona always orders that! - he said, hand touching your forearm, his excited expression making you feel giddy, as the other chuckled. You nodded, still looking at his happy face, and he must have noticed the others were making fun of him for being so transparent - not that you noticed, since you were more worried about him not noticing you ogling his body - because he turned away from you quickly, and you would later notice that he actually blushed at that time, and wasn't just the sun that heated his face up.

- Okay let's begin? - Jimin said, and only then you noticed that Tae already had him on his shoulders, and he smiled brightly with how high he was.

- Feels good to be tall for once huh, hyung? - JungKook mocked him, and he flipped your partner off, to which you both laughed.

- Don't worry, I'll make you go higher than them all - JungKook said, not even minding his phrasing - you guessed you were the only one who could think filth with such sentence -, diving on the water to position between your legs.

- You're such a show-off, Kookie. - Hobi said, as he struggled a bit to sustain Suga in his arms. JungKook giggled, because you yelped when he lifted you, due to the sudden movement and from the feeling of his strong hands on your thighs.

- Yah hyung, let him play cool between a girl's legs. He needs the action. - Taehyung deadass shouted, while twirling a laughing Jimin on his shoulders. You felt your whole body flush, and JungKook groaned, letting your legs go to cover his face.

- Oh god not in front of Y/N ... I'm going to kill myself - you heard him mutter, and chuckled, tapping his head.

- It's okay, I know how can they be little shits sometimes. - you eased him, because he was already awkward around you, the guys didn't needed to make it worse.

- Alright noona, let's begin this, shall we? I've already decided what I want to eat. - Jimin mocked, and Taehyung started throwing water on you all.

- Well syke, prepare to pay for that too, little Chims. - you teased back, and he squinted at you, shouting something about showing you if he was really little, but being muffled by the shouts of the rest as they started trying to push.

The fight lasted long, even after Hoseok and Yoongi were the ones to lost the bet first; you and JungKook were that competitive, and decided to just continue fighting Jimin and Tae.

- Hey, JungKook tickling me was such a low blow - Jimin complained, after you got out of he water, and Jin handed you a towel to dry off.

- Are you serious? You tried to undo Y/N‘s bikini, hyung! - JungKook said, baffled, as you dressed yourself again with JungKook's shirt - you were to start using that to sleep since it was so comfy and he didn't seemed to mind - defensively hiding behind JungKook's body. Well you knew Jimin weren't seriously about to rip your top off, but you kind of understood halfway through the fight that JungKook was extremely protective of you. And I like it, thank you very much.

- Ah, you know I wouldn't, but you sure would like to see it too. - Jimin pressed, and you asked yourself if he had drank something or was just with light insolation, because you really didn't thought he would say something like that. What's got on him?

- The fuck, hyung? Seriously? - JungKook shouted, loosing his everlasting cool, and throwing his towel on his hyung's face, then walking away towards the hotel quickly, leaving you all stunned to place. But before anyone could question Jimin on why such harsh actions - well, stupid and unnecessary too - he raised a hand to shut everyone off so he could speak.

- See, the thing is that was the only way I found to get you guys to talk alone. - Jimin was talking with you, while the others just watched him talk, and you stared back at him, stunned to your wits. - I am pressing about this, I know I shouldn't, but I am because I need the both of you to talk things through at once, because I cannot live with the sexual tension between you two anymore. Also, better be here, where we can let you guys have privacy without much worry. - Jimin sighed, looking around, and you saw the other boys nod slowly, agreeing with his words. Then he turned to you again, smiling lightly, head tilted to the side as he held your shoulders so you'd stare at him.

- Now, go talk to him. We'll give you guys extra food later, so don't worry about coming for lunch, okay? - he said, winking at you, making you blush profusely. But you also nodded timidly, chuckling as Jimin said that you really better, because he didn't wanted JungKook to hate him longer.

- I'll try to put you in a good word, Chims. - you smiled back at him as softly as he did, and then turned to walk away, trying not to blush as the others wooed you, Namjoon shouting "get him, tiger" and Jin cheering and the quiet mutter - still audible thought - of "use protection" from Yoongi.

On the way to the rooms, you tried to psych yourself up, feeling so nervous that your fingers felt numb.

Maybe I should take a shower

No, I'll just go I need to talk to him!

But what if he doesn't open the door to me?

Ah no Jimin said that he doesn't says no to me

But... What should I say to him?

Your mind went into overdrive, and suddenly you found yourself fidgeting in front of JungKook's room, still trying to gather up courage to knock on the door. Okay, let's at least ask him how is he, and try to... Wing it up from there? To where? You breathed in deeply, your heart rate threatening to kick off for a heart attack.

But just as you got ready to knock, the door opened with a flash, and you ended up stumbling forward with the surprise, only to be catched by strong hands.

- Y/N? Wh-what... I-i was just about to go talk to you... - JungKook stammered surprised, as you balanced yourself on your knees again, feeling your face flush.

- I came to talk to you too, I was worried... - you looked to the floor, suddenly feeling so much smaller than you ever felt in front of him. - Hm, can I c-come in? - you stuttered, and peeked up to look at his face. JungKook's eyes widened as he realized you were still talking on the hallway practically.

- Oh, sure you can come in noona! Have a seat... - he trailed off, and you chuckled softly at his genuine demeanor. You chose the comfy chair beside the bed to sit, and he sat in front of you, on the bed.

- So, what you wanted to talk to me? - you both said in unison, and stopped to stare at each other, bursting into laughter the next second.

- You first, since you came all the way here... By the way, the guys left the beach yet? - JungKook said, and you shrugged.

- I left because I got worried with you... About what Jimin said, I don't really know what came to him to do that, and I felt like I needed to apologize to you for that. So... Here I am. - you said, opening your arms and smiling sheepishly at him. JungKook sighed softly, like a half chuckle, and shook his head.

- No noona, you don't have to apologize. In fact I needed to talk to you and Jimin because I reacted badly... - he then got up, pacing on the room as you followed him with your eyes, watching as the sunlight of the afternoon made his skin glow, even through the opaque windows. - You see, I got embarrassed with the matter because Jimin knows I like you, and keeps teasing me on that, but I should just have been more mature about it and tell him to fuck off like I always do, but I don't know, I was just feeling so raw about you and suddenly I thought you'd figure the fact that I like you and I haven't psyched myself yet to receive your rejection, and yeah I guess I just confessed without meaning to... - he trailed off, covering his face with his hand, while you just stared at him wide-eyed, absorbing what he said. Did I heard correctly? Did he said he liked me? You asked yourself, blinking rapidly, hearing your heartbeat on your ears muffle the silence in the room JungKook turned to look at you, and was stuttering to say something about you don't having to do that at the moment, that he could wait till you all got back to Seoul, but you felt yourself desperate to say something, because hell this was your chance and you weren't about to postpone it.

- Did you really said you liked me? Like three times? - you blurted in the middle of his little speech, and he looked up from his spot on the bed to you, eyes widen and a deep blush on his face. Gulping once he nodded slowly, eyes trained to yours.

- I guess I did...? - he said, and was about to start over another little speech of not pressing you to answer nothing, but you weren't hearing anymore, more focused on his mouth as you got up, and got closer to him, almost not able to contain a smile.

- Good, because I like you too. And you need to shut up, because I want to kiss you, Kook. - you said, and as his mouth gaped a bit, because of how stunned he was from your words - he was thinking if he did heard you correctly -, you used the moment to lean forward and press your lips to his, hands going to knead his head, needing to feel him closer.

At first, the kiss was just that - a kiss. But as soon as JungKook held your waist and you lost your balance - making you straddle his lap clumsily - the desperation grew on the both of you, making you both run for air. JungKook's lips found your neck, pressing kisses on the extension of skin and leaving a hot trail, also nibbling softly, which caused you to sigh out of breath. You were more occupied on caressing his skin under the tank top he was wearing, fingers raking his soft skin and sending shivers all over him. Not too late, you started to notice that the bathing suit he was still wearing was very thin indeed, since his hard-on felt almost raw against the practically non-existent material of the bikini bottom.

- Noona, are we going too far? I don't want you to regret this... - JungKook stopped his ministrations to look at you, leaning back on one of his hands, the other still firmly placed on your hip. You looked at his blushed face, wondering if yours were as red as his, and smiled at him.

- JungKook, I'd never regret anything I do with you. So please just keep going, you feel so good... - you said, and that was the incentive he needed to capture your lips with his, this time his tongue really taking his time to savor your mouth. His hands wandered a bit, and you squirmed on top of him, making JungKook chuckle as he remembered you were ticklish. Testing the waters, his fingers creeped under his - now yours - shirt, and he stopped kissing you, just to watch through hooded eyes your response to his touch. You writhed a little, experiencing a numbing feeling on the spots you always felt to be more ticklish, now just being a a conector to the shockwaves you felt under what your bikini covered.

- You really look good on my shirt, noona. - he said, hands hovering just above your chest, and you grinded involuntarily on his already-hard length, drawing a moan from the both of you. He asked you if you could do that again, and you nodded, pressing your lips to his and circling your hips, not able to hold the small moan against his lips. JungKook undid your top with a small pull, and finally drew the courage to touch your breasts, which seemed to have become a hundred times more sensitive than usual. You raked your nails through his back, dragging his shirt with you and a grunt, which made you smile for a second. Stoping his hands for a second, you pushed his shoulders a bit, climbing down his lap and helping him take his shirt the rest of the way.

- Let me take care of you, Kook... - you purred, and saw him breathe out heavily, while you kneeled between his legs, caressing his thighs from the knee up, a surge of courage you didn't knew where it came from - but you weren't complaining.

- Noona, you don't have to do this if you don't want to... - he said as you played with the edge of his bathing suit, kissing the skin slowly, and palmed him softly before looking up at him.

- Oh but I do want this... But if you don't, you can just tell me and I'll stop - you said, giving him a way out. JungKook shook his head so fast that you thought he'd give himself whiplash, and giggled.

- I... I want this yes. - he said, ever the timid one, and you beamed at him, proceeding to work him up. Undoing his shorts slowly, you opted to look up, to gauge his reactions, which didn't failed to turn you on more than nothing. His mouth went slack as you finally freed him from his strains, and you watched amazed his hard member, mouth watering to have a taste.

- Don't tease so much, noona... It hurts already... - he breathed out, and you could see JungKook was desperate for release. Catching him in your hand, you stroked him a bit, eager to give him what he wanted, and pressed a kiss to his very tip, before sucking him slowly inside your mouth. He grunted loudly, throwing his head back for a second, eyes screwed shut and hands gripping the sheets, as you bobbed your head up and down in a slow pace. You really didn't had much experience on that, but you were happy he was enjoying what you were doing. Releasing him with a pop, you looked up to him again, as you stroked him for a bit.

- Do you like this, JungKook? Should I give you more? - your tone was innocent, and made JungKook hiss, as he gulped down.

- I'm afraid I'll cum if you keep going, you're so good - he started, swallowing dryly, and you smiled at his praise. - But I don't want this to end here... - he trailed off, and you understood what he meant, feeling hot all over, as you stood and without a second thought, took our shirt off, chucking it to an unknown place on the room. Exposed half naked like that, you appreciated JungKook's eyes taking over your form, mesmerized.

- I don't want this to end here too. Take me, JungKook. - you gave him your permission, and he pulled you by the waist, making you again straddle him, but this time he turned both of you around, so he ended up on top. He kissed you anxious, using his hands and lips to make you a moaning mess underneath him. He got rid of his shorts all the way and pulled the strings of your bottom, leaving the both of you complete bare. JungKook stopped, taking a second to admire you beyond him.

- You look so beautiful, noona... - he muttered, leaning to kiss you again, his hot girth making contact with your wetness, and you jutted your hips up, longing for friction. JungKook hummed against your lips as he grinded on you with purpose, drawing another moan from you.

- I love hearing you moan for me, just for me isn't it? - he asked softly, as he continued grinding on your heat, precome and your arousal mixing, making the gliding easier.

- Yes, JungKook, just for you, all for you... But don't tease so much, I need you - a whine escaped your mouth and you bit your lip, tilting your hips so the pressure became unbearable.

- Oh god Yu - he closed his eyes just for a moment, and then opened up staring you up. - I'll give you what you want, noona. - he said rather darkly, kneeling on the bed between your legs, stroking himself once before lining himself to your entrance.

You moaned in unison as JungKook sheathed himself inside you, stilling for a second so the both of you got used to the size of each other.

- Kookie please move... - you asked, and scoffing he nodded, humming delighted as he started to pump in and out of you, the speed increasing, as the volume of his pants, fingers digging deliciously painful on your hips. You moaned freely, not even aware if you were being too loud, as JungKook pounded with gusto, and you cursed, bringing himself close to you by the neck, biting his lower lip and licking it after, to ease the sting. He kissed you back, hard and sloppy, untill it became too difficult, since your climaxes were too close for concentration.

- Jung-guk I'm going to... Oh I'm so close - you said in between sobs, feeling the tip of his member hit you just where you needed it.

- I'm close too noona, but I need you to come first - he said in a strained voice, against your ear, while his hand slid down to meet where you both connected, and started stimulating your bundle of nerves, the action making it too much to handle, and while you bit down on his shoulders, you came hard, shaking from your core and also sending JungKook spiraling to his end, as he stilled inside of you, hearing you mutter his name over and over, while you milked him for all his worth.

- Holy shit. - that was the only thing he said as he dropped on your side, completely spent. You still felt inside of a haze as he pulled you to his arms, enveloping you there safely. You hummed content, draping a leg on his own, looking up at his blissful face, illuminated faintly by the now sunset sun on the beach - glad the managers had picked such beautiful place -, smiling.

- For the fourth time today, I need to say that I like you very much. - JungKook said, and you chuckled, stretching up to peck his lips.

- I like you too, Jeon JungKook. Thought we really went fast today, I can't say that I regret anything. - you admitted, and saw his bunny smile appears, the one you liked so much.

- Yeah, thought I'd like to take you to a date. Would it be too bad if I considered the dinner the hyungs are to pay us today as our first date? - he proposed, and you slapped his chest lightly, laughing.

- Well, I'd like it to be more intimate, but I guess we're already doing things the other way around and it's working so far, so why not? - you shrugged, and JungKook chuckled, kissing your forehead.

- Don't change something that is working, isn't it? - he said, and you hummed, closing your eyes with the intention of drifting to sleep, only to wake up when the time to eat came.

#jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook #smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts jeon jungkook

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zwiezraczek · 6 years

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What somebody like you is doing in a place like this ? // Otayuri

It wasn’t a pure coincidence that Yuri was working in Nikiforov’s mafia, his angelic face was his pass for every event, his golden hair shining in the dark and smelling like lilacs, and above all the smile for which everyone could die for ; he wasn’t what he seemed to be and that’s why Viktor was lucky to have him by his side. His godfather was the biggest mafioso in Russia, remaining this ancestral tradition between palaces, drugs, art traffic, jewelry… And Yuri was so good at art traffic and robbing jewelry. His tiny hands were always filled with shining objects, his neck was orned with majestuous necklaces and diamonds that his pink fake fur was revealing with a sensual touch, his long black dress was giving him this duchesse’s allure, while his hair was attached with a glamorous hair clip : he always wanted to wear dresses and black high heels, and now he was allowed to do so. While having a flute of champagne in his hand, he got closer to the painting, worth at least five dresses from a grand couturier he whispered to himself while wetting his lips with the alcohol. It was worth it, and he was able to do so. While tasting champagne, he felt someone walking just into him, spreading the liquid on his perfect dress, suka sine, as he rose his head to see the one who ruined his perfect evening. He couldn’t see his eyes through the glasses he wore but he knew he was gazing at him with surprise -they were everytime when the heard his voice : you are a man ? No, a fucking rabbit, dickhead-, Yuri could have kille with his eyes, he was ready to make him pay for the dress, for the painting, for the champagne, for every-fucking-thing. I’m sorry, sir, he heard saying from his lips, with a scratchy voice with a smilira accent to his. I should have looked where I was going. - Yeah, you should, Yuri answered waving his hands to let fell the drops of alcohol. You know how much this dress cost ? - Do you want some help with this, he asked politely, taking off his glasses and placing them on his shirt and then Yuri could see his eyes, two black holes that somehow he wanted to explore for no reason at all. - It’s ok, gonna take care of that alone, he answered, crossing his arms, one feet on the broken glass in front of him -perfect, now all the attention was on them ! Perfect for some robbery.-. - Excuse me again, said the other with a sorry smile and continued then : I swear I’ve seen your face before… Do you come here much ? - Impossible, Yuri said panick striken somehow, never showing it, batting his eyelashes like curtains to his eyes. First time here. And he turned his back to this man, puting a foot in front of the other quickly to the toilets where he started to rinse out the material, looking at his pale and perfect face in the mirror : where in the world this man could have seen him ? Italian hotels were Yuri’s favorites, it was his week off and his godfather offered him a week-end in Italia because he has done a beautifule job the previous time in this museum, with this huge painting. He had his legs crossed, sitting in the beautiful green garden, flowers all around him, sipping some delicious tea, while the soft breeze was moving his savage hair ; his red nails caught one of his locks escapping from his messy bun. A sun ray flirted with his cheek, and his green eyes layed upon one man, he knew he already saw him, somewhere. He put his hand under his chin, looking carefully at him : it was him. The one who ruined his dress on that night, saying he already saw him ; an old lady was showing her friend her beautiful collar worth the world, given by her hausband the last week-end, shining like a constellation, a red one, and laughing so much while drinking some tea with the other grey one. Yuri could only roll his eyes : if he wasn’t here to chill he would rob this old one, throwing her money down the drain, talking about it with thoughtlessness… He hated that. Then, the man sat in front of him, taking of his glasses and looking him right in the eyes, as if he was trying to figure out something that was written on the blonde’s face. - Excuse me but, he started. - Yeah, excuse you, Yuri interrupted. I don’t know if you see, but this table is mine so : how about going somewhere else, huh ; his voice was sarcastic. And, by the way, what somebody like you is doing in a place like this, he asked to look at his outfit, a simple black leather jacket, black jeans and black glasses, Yuri could swear that he was a goth or something alike. - … Can you just let me sit here, since I’m aware of who you are, he asked whispering and putting his face closer to his from the other side of the table. - What the fuck are you saying, Yuri could feel angst gaining him slowly, the one that could make him wreack something -like the little porcelain cup he was holding in his hand-. Leave, now. - I know you’re in Nikiforov’s mafia, he announced as Yuri just coughed hardly, he never felt more surprized about what he heard -how the fuck he knew that ?- Relax, I’m not going to report you, I’m on the same side, he finally revealed ; more or less on the same side… Just, let me sit there until the old lady returns into her room to leave her collar. Yuri had a good eye though, he sighed and took another sip of his tea ; whatever, this guy knew him : what else he could do ? Kill him ? In fact, he could but he didn’t want to for the moment. While placing his cup on the little porcelain basis, he looked careful. His black hair was perfectly shining and stuck on his head, like in those movies in the sixties with bikers, his skin was much more darker that Yuri’s -it wasn’t hard, he was as white as the russian snow-, somehow like a delicate capuccino in the morning, steaming in the light, perfect skin. He could swear that he had the sam accent that him, but brighter and softer ; the man began to play with a knife in front of him, the little knife that they borrow you in hotels for breakfast -but here they were made of silver, shining to drive you blind- and it’s when Yuri saw the golden ring on his index, the most massive he saw, with a huge « A » on it, and then he knew. - Altin’s mafia, huh ; he purred as he smirked, finally finding out where he belonged to. - Obvious with this ring, right, the other answered looking at him while turning around, stoic face ; thank you for the cover and I hope we will meet again soon. Maybe sooner, Altin. Heels slamming on the wet asphalt, wearing black glasses Yuri was happy as never ; he finally did it : stealing the golden egg, he didn’t care about the name, he only knew that the shit was worthing mountains of bucks and that made him happy. All in black, in his trench coat he was smirking, thinking about what he could do with all the money -maybe a Prada dress ? Louboutins ? Make-up?- ; blue and red, lights, sirens and he turned around while the car just rushed near him, his emerald eyes followed them and two policemen came, holding guns, pointing them at a car from which came the Altin man, hands in the air, saying inaudible things, hands behind his neck as the two cops were inspecting his car : bad, really bad. From where he was looking, they seemed to find something really interesting, and so they took him into their car, driving him home while the man from which Yuri just robbed the damn egg followed them. Menya eto zaebalo, he murmured while looking into his purse, seeing the shining bundle of a billion bucks. The fucker really had to thank him later. Standing in front of the police station, arms crossed on his chest, waiting for the other to come out from there ; leaning on a stoplight that gave him this angelic halo in the sweet rainy night, he saw the boy showing himself, putting his jacket on his perfect hair, looking left and right, as if he was afraid of getting caught again. - Hey, Yuri screamed as the other just saw him, you owe me a big one. - True, the other said, coming nearer and smiling a bit. What can I do for you then ? - New black dress, not a big deal, the blonde said with a smirk. But above all, a dinner, I’m starving as fuck. - And then, the other asked, being closer to him, actually reaching his waist with his hand as Yuri just purred a bit. - That’s actually your turn to propose something, he said and pressed his lips against his. Yuri Plisetsky. A pleasure. - Otabek Altin, a pleasure too.

[While listening to If we ever meet again by Katy Perry I couldn’t resist to write this haha I hope you enjoy it!]

#otayuri #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #yuri on ice #yuri on ice au #mafia au #yuri is a badass boy who wears dresses and high heels #otabek is this mysterious guy that you could die for #maybe one day i will come back to this au haha

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lunalockser · 7 years

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Rating: T

Warnings: none

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Ships: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruvia, Jerza, Zervis

Characters: Natsu, Lucy, Gajeel, Levy, Juvia, Gray, Erza, Jellal, Zeref, Mavis

Summary: As each couple moves closer to each other, as their story goes on, let them sing Hallelujah. based on the song by Rufus Wainwright.

Note: Hey, Puddin's. So I know that this is posted as 5 separate stories on FF.net, but since on AO3 you can post as many couples as you want, well I decided to post it the way I originally wrote it, as one long songfic. Songfics will always be one of my favorite things to write.

I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Natsu never cared for human culture. Their art and music never intrigued him. He grew up with a dragon. Igneel had taught Natsu his own culture. He taught him that music was the sound his roar made, it was the river slamming against the rocks and the birds flying in the distance. Art was the sun shining on the trees, it was the way their flames danced around, illuminating the forest.

And when Igneel had vanished, Natsu found himself forced to live among humans to survive. He held no grudge, Natsu was aware that he was technically human after all, and Igneel had cared for humans. But adjusting to their way of life had been difficult. He quickly learned that they viewed everything differently.

Fire could not make human art or music, and Natsu had always been fine with that. He wasn’t interested in it, he could make his own. And only a dragon would be able to appreciate it.

But then he met Lucy, and suddenly, he found that he was wrong. Art became the sun shining on her hair, it became the guild mark against her hand. Music had become the sound of her pen against paper, became her laugh. Music had become those three words out of her lips.

He never thought he could create art, and that was fine, but now he knew he could create love. And no sound was a sweeter music than the sound of their love. For the first time in forever, he found that he was building something. He changed Lucy, and she changed him too.

Their love was growing every day, and Natsu couldn’t believe he was actually forging it. Something that crossed cultures, something that fire couldn’t destroy. Love. And Natsu didn’t care that he still couldn’t understand it. He only cared that he was finally composing music, one that both dragons and humans could appreciate.

Hallelujah

And every time those three words left either one of their lips, it was a song. It was a symphony that he never wanted to end.

Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to her kitchen chair

She broke your throne, she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Gajeel couldn't remember the first time he saw Levy. Not physically, because that would be a moment he would never be allowed to forget if he wanted to. That moment still haunted his thoughts, even in sleep.

No, he could not remember the first time he looked at her and was stunned. It may have been the first time he walked into a room and she didn’t flinch. It may have been the first time he saw her face harden in concentration as she worked to rewrite complex runes. But no matter when it was, the small woman intrigued him.

How could she let her guard down around him? How could she even begin to trust him? He began getting closer to her, just to get some grasp on how her mind worked.

And then he started noticing everything else. How beautiful she was when she started a new book, her face showing every single emotion. How her demeanor changed when she was directing her team on a job, she got serious and stern, leading the men diligently through any mess they got themselves into. How fucking good she was. In everything she did, her heart was pure. How could she even begin to love a monster like him?

By the time he knew it she had him trapped. Despite his instincts to avoid a relationship with her, because honestly, how could he love her without staining her, she had roped him in. Before he was even aware of it, he had fallen so deep in love with her that there was no way of climbing out.

But she didn't stop there, no the hands that were so clean began to work him. She broke everything about him he thought he knew. He never thought he could be gentle, but with Levy, he knew nothing else. He was a beast but how could he be if a creature as caring as Levy even looked at him? He didn’t deserve love, but it didn't matter because she did, and if he was the one she wanted to be in love with, then only hell would be able to stop him.

So whenever he held her in his arms, whenever his lips moved against hers, only then could he speak those words. Only she could drag the light from in him, only she could be the one to make him repeat over and over again how much he loved her.

Hallelujah

He would worship her forever, and as he pressed her against the wall, their bodies melting together, their sighs and moans professed what words were not enough to show.

Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Juvia knew this wouldn’t be easy. Relationships never were. Anything close to one she had in the past never worked. She didn’t know how to make it work. But she would learn. She would learn for him.

She knew that they were both slightly broken, it was part of the reason she fell in love with him. He wore his pain, wore his past like a badge of honor. She knew he didn’t fully know how to love her. It hadn't been until later in his life that he would see a functioning couple, his memories of the love his parents shared long blurred by time and tragedy. She had never even had that basis, the only thing she knew of love was what she pieced together from rotten ex-boyfriends.

They had both been marked by love before, and she acknowledged that. She just wanted for them to start. Because that was always the hardest step, it was always hardest to take that leap of faith and come out of your hiding spot. But in the end, you could only hope it was worth it.

She thought that maybe, they could pick themselves up together, because if you're fighting a war, having an ally is helpful. She knew that loving him would take every ounce of strength she had, but she was fine with it.

Juvia never wanted an easy love, she never had anything given to her. Fighting for something made it that much more satisfying when she finally did get it because she had earned it. She had marked it, and it had marked her. Love was nothing different. If it had been easy, Juvia wouldn’t have been comfortable. Anything that came easily could be taken away just as fast. And in a world as unstable as Juvia had known, anything closer to safety meant the world.

So what if their love was broken, so what if neither of them were fully whole. It just meant that they could fix it, they could make a new love, one that was completely and wholly theirs .

Hallelujah

And as Gray began opening up to her, slowly working up to those three words that would heal them ever further, Juvia knew that she wouldn’t have it anyway. They were broken and fixed, their love should be the same, and then it would be everything she had hoped for.

Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know

What's real and going on below

But now you never show it to me do you

Remember when I moved in you

The holy dark was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Erza felt the weight of their love on her shoulders. Sometimes loving Jellal was harder than she thought it would be, especially when he seemed bent on refusing to admit it. Everytime he found himself ready to confess those three words that were hidden just behind his lips, he would come up with another excuse. He cared for her, yes, but he wasn’t ready to believe that they could be more.

And she respected that. She would never force him to cross that final line before he was ready. The past still weighed him down, and until he was braced to shed that load, she would wait forever patient. But she only wished he could at least say something about it to her. Even if it was just him saying for himself that he needed time. No, instead he only came up with excuses, and he was lucky that Erza saw through him.

She remembers when they were little, how easy it had been for the two to speak. He just knew when she was scared, and exactly what to say to make her find her own strength. They had always been able to read each other, and now Erza guessed it was her time to comfort him.

Even through all this time, through the pain and the fear, they still understood each other. Because deep down they were still those children. Children who crave freedom, who crave affection and peace. And though they had changed, have walked through hell and back since then, have been torn apart by hatred, the council, and time, those two children still believed in each other.

But loving him was not all bad. Every now and then, they would lay side by side. Not a word was ever said, but over and over again their feelings were expressed. His hand roaming across her scarlet locks proved his devotion, his tender gaze confirming she was the one who held his heart. That she was his hope, his only love.

Hallelujah

And though neither of them made any noise louder than a sigh, Erza felt closest to him in those moments. She felt closer to that little girl dreaming of peace and love. And though those three words were never said, they were felt.

Hallelujah

Maybe there is a God above

And all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

And it's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Zeref had lost everything he ever loved. All he ever wanted to do was bring back his little brother. Bring back a baby boy who had never even had a chance to live. His intentions had been pure, love being his only motivation. But still, the gods shunned and cursed him. All he wanted was to do good, but they condemned him to only be a creature of evil.

Then his true misery began. Everything he loved decayed around him. The birds that sang him to sleep dropped dead from the sky, the trees that gave him shade withered away, any humans he encountered suffered the same fate. The more he loved, the more he lost.

He tried to fix his mistake, brought his brother back and tried to find a way to end his own suffering. But he was just adding to the pain he unleashed on the world. The demons he made were uncontrollable, they didn’t understand their purpose, so he was forced to abandon them.

But he hadn’t wanted to give into the hate yet. Instead, he found a neutral area. He avoided contact with all life, living in the woods, never staying in one area long. Until one day he saw her in the river. She didn’t fear him, even after he told her to avoid him. She created a world just for him, even if it was a brief moment. He could hold something living, something that he hadn't had the pleasure to do in so long. Against his better judgment, he allowed himself to care for the girl.

He found her again years later, unchanged, cursed just as he was. But even with the curse, she hadn't allowed herself to fall into the darkness like he did. And when she told him they could find an escape together, he could no longer restrain himself. He kissed her to prove to himself that was capable of love still-- and gave the curse what it needed to rip her from him. Love only brought him misery, he had learned long ago, but it hadn’t been until she was gone that he accepted it. Love was nothing, just a broken dream.

Hallelujah

And as Zeref stood now, centuries later, he faced both his brother and Mavis. The only two people he had ever truly loved, the two who had been torn from him. He had a mission, make this world suffer as he had, and a small part of him hoped they saw his state. Saw that he was no longer a man who could be fixed. All he was now was a broken, shattered dream.

Hallelujah

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17mounteens · 7 years

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21&34 Also maknae line + ksy for fav hairstyle and color(:

thank you for sending these 💕 we’ve done soonyoung for the member asks here {link}

21. Favorite song cover?

Scooter » oh gosh hmm I have a very special place for vocal unit’s version of After School’s Because of you so probably that! (but also friday night!)

Memesol » me: tries not to say their cover of suju’s u but caNNot not say it, so, yeah…u…

34. Favorite piece we’ve written?

» Answered here ♥

Seungkwan

What we like about them in general:Scooter » he is a sunshine I love everything about him he deserves the best I LOVE MY BOOMemesol » I like everything about him :( he’s like a vitamin hh just looking at him makes me smile :(

Our number 1 favorite thing about them:Scooter » (”my favorite part about seungkwan is…” /smacks his butt/) HOW SWEET AND CONSIDERATE HE IS he always makes everyone feel included and makes sure no one’s feelings are hurt :(Memesol » he cares a lot about everyone, like the members and the carats - he has a big heart is what I’m trying to say I guess

What we first thought/noticed about them:Scooter » I’m not sure but!! one of the first things was how funny he was :( he really lightens up the moodMemesol » I thought he was very loud… like I didn’t like him that much at first but NOW MY TASTEBUDS HAVE REFINED

Do we bias them:Scooter » …I ult him he is my most precious sunshine I have so much love for him SO YES I BIAS HIMMemesol » no … but Scooter loves him enough for me too ;)

Our favorite outfit they’ve worn:Scooter » THIS BEAUTY honestly I had just said how I wished he’d sometime wear ripped jeans LIKE THAT and like a day or two later that happened…. BUT ALSO THIS and all the outfits where he’s worn the “beautiful enough” shirt ;u; (+ this I’m sorry I love everything)Memesol » did you know I love it when he wears pink…well, now you do because this is my fave outfit

Our favorite hair style/colour on them:Scooter » DARK HAIR styled however honestly but I do love me a dark color on him, but he also looks so good with the current hair ;u; Memesol » the pink he has now, styled exactly like that I LOVE IT

Our favorite ‘moment’ from them:Scooter » this is kind of like many moments but like he does this THING where he shakes his head in an attempt to fix his fringe and it’s the cutEST THING like he kinda looks at his fringe while he does it and might try to fix it with his fingers afterwardsMemesol » tHE PART FROM 8:36 ONWARDS IM HOWLING (when he sings when they open the door hh at 10:09)

What we think people should appreciate about them more:Scooter » his visuals his kindness his everything LOVE BOO SEUNGKWAN !!!!Memesol » visuals too!!!!

Our favorite piece we’ve written about them:Scooter » um literally all 3 smuts I’ve gotten to write + late night cuddling + morning fluffMemesol » this sorta fluffy au by Scooter :( mY HEART IS IN PAIN BECAUSE OF THIS

A headcanon:Scooter » He needs to hear and see that you love him on a regular basis, and similarly shows his feelings towards you as much as he possibly can.Memesol » Would confess his love for you with small gestures, like humming a love song to you while you’re sleeping.

Vernon

What we like about them in general:Memesol » This is such a difficult question, as someone who’s bad with words but he is just a good person in general - he’s pure and supportive and handsome head to toe :( He’s highkey an inspirationScooter » he’s really adorable and funny, like when he’s kinda in his own world and all :( ♥

Our number 1 favorite thing about them:Memesol » hiS GUMMY SMILEScooter » his love for boo’s ass bc i relate I’M KIDDING but like he’s really down to earth and I really like that about him

What we first thought/noticed about them:Memesol » /soft voice/ he was really cute oh my god like hE WAS JUST SHININGScooter » he really stood out from the rest + “oh this is who memesol likes i see ;)”

Do we bias them:Memesol » oh do I Scooter » no but :( through Memesol kind of !! you know

Our favorite outfit they’ve worn:Memesol » any and all where he’s worn red but aLSO THIS Scooter » hmm could be this one 🤔 but also

Our favorite hair style/colour on them:Memesol » the Ceci photoshoot hair, you know, dark and wavy-ish… hhh A ManScooter » the hair he had during the Pretty U era was really cute ;u;

Our favorite ‘moment’ from them:Memesol » “just lerfect, perfecti i mean” nOT JUST HIS TYPOS but just everytime he gets embarrased…idk that’s not really a specific moment but how am I supposed to choose :(Scooter » “how does chicken heal your heart” and bUBBLE VERNON

What we think people should appreciate about them more:Memesol » fIRST OF ALL his singing voice and his kindness :( i feel like a lot of people just…stan him because he’s half white…ngl…Scooter » probably singing too! like honestly most of the time he sings “badly” it’s on purpose :( he’s got such a nice voice alright

Our favorite piece we’ve written about them:Memesol » thiS making out scenario but then the shower sex scenario I wrote too…Scooter » THE BIRTHDAY SCENARIO IS SO CUTE + this smut 👀 (ALSO FLUFF)

A headcanon: Memesol » Hansol bringing you flowers randomly, although he thinks it’s the cheesiest thing one can do in a relationship.Scooter » He sings a lot in the shower, so it’s pretty often that you have a lot of fun listening to him while he belts out whatever song he’s feeling at the moment.

Dino

What we like about them in general:Memesol » his bright personality but also how he works hard and haS SO MUCH ENERGY AND IDEASScooter » his personality and positivity! 💕

Our number 1 favorite thing about them:

Memesol » his lauGH Scooter » I’ll have to go with his laugh too it’s so contagious and PURE

What we first thought/noticed about them:Memesol » “who is this smol” LITERALLYScooter » …the hair, it was the mansae mv okay

Do we bias them:Memesol » yus…very much soScooter » no :(

Our favorite outfit they’ve worn:Memesol » hHH this oneScooter » THIS ONE

Our favorite hair style/colour on them:Memesol » brown and parted :( the one like on the outfit piC A+Scooter » I’m so basic honestly but sdjnskf dark and slightly styled

Our favorite ‘moment’ from them:Memesol » thIS WHOLE INTERVIEW HE’S FUNNYScooter » “Jeonghan hyung’s baby”

What we think people should appreciate about them more:Memesol » rapping skills like although he isn’t in the hiphop unit…boy can rapScooter » maybe how much he contributes to seventeen as a member of the performance unit? and also rapping skills!

Our favorite piece we’ve written about them:Memesol » hHH Scooter said the first kiss one and I’ll say the same I loved writing it :( but then also this accidental hickey onEScooter » the fluff where Jeonghan finds you cuddling BUT ALSO THE FIRST KISS ONE

A headcanon: Memesol » Would beg you to shower with him so often because that’s when he gets lonely.Scooter » Before he can go on stage, he needs to hear your opinion on his performance.

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Remember Those Walls I built

The first time Jack hears Halo it’s during his junior year. Bittle is in the kitchen, kneading dough of some kind, hips swaying back and forth as he sings along softly. It’s a song he’s never heard, but it’s got a good beat and the singer is decent, though he much prefers country. He doesn’t mean to just stand there in the door to the kitchen, silently watching, but the song really caught his attention, and threw his mind back many years.

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Parson had once been grounding. He’d been like gravity, always pulling him back to the ground when he’d gotten lost in the dark storm clouds of anxiety. Jack had fallen for Kenny, and he’d fallen hard. Maybe he wasn’t in love. No he hadn’t been. What he felt for Kenny was purely physical, sure he was a good friend-- okay maybe not a good friend, but decent at least-- but it was only ever physical. But none the less, Kenny had gotten past those walls he’d built, they weren’t very high, but they were there.

Kenny had been a lot of things to Jack, best friend, hockey teammate, support system, friend with benefits. Their friendship was rocky, sometimes all smiles and laughs, while other times it was words spewed with venom. It didn’t help that their lives were so thoroughly ingrained that they knew every little thing about each other, from what made them tick to what made them a withering moaning mess. It was something they used to their own advantages on a daily basis. Their relationship was radioactive. A ticking bomb just waiting to hit zero. And it did. The destruction was paralyzing, bringing everyone in Jack’s life to a grinding halt, frozen in the moment, like a leaf that’s just landed in a pond that’s freezing over in the icy cold winter.

Kenny hadn’t frozen, not like Jack or Alicia or Bob. He went first in the draft. When Jack had woken up and heard, well, that had been the equivalent of a knife to the heart which someone had grabbed and twisted. And maybe whatever higher being was up there had just wanted a nice solid laugh, because the tear stains on Bob’s face and the still falling tears on Alicia’s just twisted that knife even more. The pure sympathy and sorrow, well, that had hurt to see too. He knew then and there that he’d fucked up. That he was fucked up. Royaly.

Of course while he was in rehab he thought about Kenny. Thought about how they could be out there on the ice together, the most amazing duo the hockey world had ever seen. But no. He fucked up and now he’s in rehab without Kenny. Even though Kenny had said so many terrible things, he still felt like he needed him, like he wanted to be right by his side in every single way possible. But that relationship was toxic, a bomb counting down from ten on a constant loop. Maybe this was all a blessing in disguise, though it sure didn’t seem like it at the time, not when his body was weak and his mind foggy and yearning for something. But he didn’t feel anything anymore, except for a strong desire for his anxiety meds and Kenny.

He did try calling Kenny. It had gone straight to voicemail and that had hurt, but when his phone had started ringing, Kenny’s name on the screen and that picture of him of Jack side by side, both holding red solo cups, he just couldn’t answer. Not the first call, or the second, or the third, or the fourth. He never did answer again, not the calls or the texts. And Jack watched with sorrow as Kenny took the NHL by storm.

That should be me

He thought it everytime he saw ESPN talking up Kenny like a god-- again-- and every Aces game he watched. Bob tried everything he could to talk Jack out of watching the games, out of anything hockey, but it didn’t work. When Jack was finally able enough he instantly started a rough routine. Wake, eat, workout, protein shake, hockey, a long run, shower, eat, sleep. It was a constant. Constants helped with his anxiety. Alicia and Bob both worried endlessly about Jack. He was constantly pushing himself too hard, too fast, too much. It was unbearable seeing their son pushing himself to the very edge and then collapsing into sleep when he thought he’d had enough.

Jack had eventually gotten back to where he was and farther. His chubbiness was gone. He had grown into his height, mostly, he was still did that awkward slouchy thing where he thought that would make him feel less big. His muscles were toned and strong, but his heart wasn’t in it. His heart had not been in it since the OD. He used to live and breathe hockey, but now, he just dabbled, more or less.

“You look exhausted.” Bob would say, a hand resting on Jack’s tense shoulder.

“I am exhausted.”

“You know, it’s okay to relax, right?”

“But what do I accomplish in that? I just feel like I’m not getting anywhere!”

“Sometimes it’s okay to stop, take a breath, and enjoy the view.”

That simple talk had been enough to open Jack’s eyes. He stopped his ridiculous routine the very next day. It made him anxious, but that was okay. He still went on a long run in the morning, protein shake, shower, reading a history book-- he found it on a desk in his dad’s desk and instantly fell in love. He made so many trips to the library in the following weeks. He got into the habit of sitting on the back porch with a book and bottle of gatorade while the sun set in the distance. Sometimes he’d even fall asleep and Bob would wake him up with a small laugh and a hopeful glint in his loving brown eyes.

He even started coaching a peewee team, by his dad’s suggestion, and he loved it. It wasn't the same as playing hockey, but the kids he coached were so cute and had so much determination, it was honestly inspiring. It was long lived though when he packed up and went off to Samwell. He’d gotten far better since the overdose, but he still a closed off person. His wall was built high and thick, no one was going to get through it. Well, no one except Shitty, or Lardo, or Ransom and Holster. But they weren't like Kenny, and they had to fight teeth and nail to get through that wall.

But then there was Bittle, standing in the kitchen, swaying his hips to Halo and singing along quietly, and all Jack could do was stare, lip his licks and walk the fuck away before he actually started drooling. After that day, well, he took a deep breath and clamped down on those feelings, they were not something he needed, or wanted, quite frankly. He distanced himself from Bittle. He didn’t mean to be an asshole, but it just kinda happened, and it was exhausting.

Sometimes it’s okay to stop, take a breath, and enjoy the view

So he took a deep breath, stepped back, and just tried to enjoy it. The checking practices were going well. He wasn’t too much of an asshole anymore, though he had his moments. Then the check happened and Jack couldn’t breath. But Bittle was okay. That was good. It was great. But Jack was the opposite. He blamed himself fully and that too was taking a toll. But Bittle forgave him. That didn’t fully settle the anxiety in the pit of his stomach, but it helped.

Over break, back home in Montreal, he skated on the pond in the backyard, played shinny with his dad and uncles and read so many history books. Bob noticed the slightly off way Jack was acting rather quickly.

“What’s on your mind?” Bob asked gently as they skated slow laps around the pond.

“It’s euh… nothing, yeah, nothing.”

Bob chuckled. “Definitely not nothing. I won’t push, but you can talk to me, eh?”

Jack skated a couple more laps, his eyes on his skates, the slow flash of silver. “It’s euh… umm….” He shook his head, took a breath and tried again. “...Feelings.. Euh.” And well, he was never good with words.

“Oh? Who’s the lucky person?”

“Daaaad.” He groans, gliding to a stop. “It’s a guy from the team…..”

“Is it that cute Bittle kid?”

He puts his head in his hands, his face bright red. “Y-yeah.”

“I totally called it! Your mom owes me twenty bucks!”

“Daaaaaad.”

“Have you asked him out yet?”

“N-no… I’ve euh…. Been a bit of an asshole to him.”

“Bud, it’s okay to like someone, no matter who they are.”

“I know….”

“And it’s okay to let yourself have things.” Bob puts a hand on Jack’s shoulder, getting him to look him in the eye. “You know what your uncle says, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

When Jack came back from break, well, he didn’t exactly take that shot right away. He was going to, at the kegster, but Kenny showed up, and that was a shit storm. A raging storm. And then christmas break rolled around and Bob and Alicia pestered him for deets, which he had none of. Something always seemed to get in the way; whether it be weird schedules, people, or just bad luck, but Jack just couldn’t seem to be able to tell Bittle.

One day Jack came back from a class, the Haus was blissfully empty, besides Bittle, in the kitchen, Halo playing and Bittle swaying and dancing as he kneaded dough, singing along gently. And Jack just stood there, in the doorway, staring.

Remember those walls I built

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

Jack hadn’t even realized it, but those walls he had built so high and so thick after Kenny, well, they had tumbled down, and he didn’t even notice.

I found a way to let you win But I never really had a doubt Standing in the light of your halo I got my angel now

Bittle was perfectly haloed by the sun, his golden hair glowing, his small hips swaying ever so slightly. Jack was so fucking gone.

It's like I've been awakened

Every rule I had you break it

It's the risk that I'm taking

I ain't never gonna shut you out

He hasn’t felt this way since Kenny, and even with Kenny it was nothing like this. It wasn’t heart stopping, it didn’t make his brain stop and anxiety settle. This was so, so, so different from anything he’s ever felt before.

Everywhere I'm looking now I'm surrounded by your embrace Baby, I can see your halo You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more It's written all over your face Baby, I can feel your halo Pray it won't fade away

How did he not realize this before? How could he not see just how much he wanted Bittle. How much he needed him in his life. It was too much, and yet at the same time, not enough.

I swore I'd never fall again But this don't even feel like falling Gravity can't forget To pull me back to the ground again

Bittle was it for Jack. That was the one thing he knew for sure in that moment. There was no one else like Bittle in the world, and Bittle’s all Jack’s ever wanted.

“Jack! You scared me!” Bittle squeaked, as he finally saw Jack. “Jack….?” He ventured, seeing the way Jack’s sad droopy blue eyes blown wide, mouth slightly ajare. “Jack, honey, are you okay?”

Bittle was right there. Shinning golden perfection. And he wanted, so bad, more than he’d wanted anything in his life. More than he’d wanted Kenny, and definitely worse than the crazy withdrawal he went through in rehab. He swore he wouldn’t fall again, not after Kenny, but this wasn’t like that, this didn’t feel like falling, it was like floating high above the clouds. And maybe Bob was right, he was allowed to have this. But talking was never his strong suit. So he took rushed steps forward and kissed Bittle. Bittle squeaked, startled, but it seemed like all he could to kiss back. It wasn’t hungry and dirty, no, it was a long, slow burn of lips and tongue. Jack pulled back once, just to see this was real, he didn’t believe it, but maybe he should. He kissed Bittle again, because that’s all he could do, step back, take a deep breath, and enjoy the view.

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