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𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓭 | 𝓶𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓾
↠ when are you going to give me a chance? - fic
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warnings: swear words.
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olivia had been busy brainstorming some jewelry releases and social media content for the better part of the morning. with matt and sydney taking the kids out for the morning and most of the afternoon, she could get some work done that she had been pushing off for a bit. it was now early march, and came out just for winnie's birthday and was spending a week here before flying back to los angeles.
she had just gotten up to get some more coffee, when she heard the front door open and close. "hello?" olivia called out unsurely, and then she saw a dark-haired figure appear. then the figure turned around towards her and she groaned in annoyance. "not you." she complained, and mat grinned walking over towards her. "hey pretty girl." mat grinned, as he walked into the kitchen. "please stop calling me that." she said before turning her back towards him, and next thing she knew he was wrapping his arms around the girl from behind. "missed youm y'know that?" he whispered, "mat i swear to god.." she trailed off and that only made him chuckle. she pushed him off as she moved back to the dining room with her laptop. "you know i love it when you say my name like that, makes me think of that one night." he hummed, leaning against the dining room archway. she looked up from her laptop and glared, "i thought we said we were never going to bring that up." she fumed. he smirked, "i remember you saying that, not me." he said walking over towards her - again. he sat down next to her, and she shifted back in her seat. she pulled a knee to her chest and stared back at him.
"why are you a cocky asshole?" she questioned and he threw his head back in laughter. she rolled her eyes, shut her laptop and collected her things to go upstairs. "come on pretty girl...talk to me." mat said resting a soft hand on her's. she looked at him and sighed, "you're a cocky son of a bitch mat, a real piece of work who doesn't take no for an answer. who thinks that he can do no wrong or that talking to me like im some sort of 'yes' girl is acceptable. im sick and tired of you treating me like a girl that you can charm and then dispose of because im not. and besides that one night, I've been nothing but distant can you not realize that?" she said fuming at this point. "you really are everything I've wanted." he mused before he could catch himself, "there you go- again! i don't find that attractive and newsflash, a lot of females don't either. we find it arrogant and very unattractive." she said ripping her hand away from his, "who do you think would date you or have a relationship with you if you didn't make a lot of money and played hockey huh? your personality certainly isn't attractive, which therefore makes you not very attractive." she huffed, "you thought i had feelings for you right? right mat?!" she demanded, and all he could do was softly nod. she had certainly hit a spot. "well news flash, i do not! and until right now, i haven't thought about you once since i left." she rasped, and mat sat there in silence as she headed upstairs to her room.
okay that was a lie, she had thought about him. but everytime she did, she would end up pissed off. pissed off because of how he believed he could talk to her like it was nothing, and the fact that they had spent the night together after the trip up to the hamptons with her sister and brother-in-law. well not together like that, but they woke up together the next morning. she certainly had stalked his instagram a few times, seeing if he posted anything but other than that- she didn't really care about the dude. but he made her so very pissed off, it made her fume. but the funny thing was, was that she knew there was sweet side to him. sure he may be arrogant and cocky, but that night that they spent together was sweet. he was sweet and saw a somewhat different side of him before they fell asleep with his head on his chest and his nose in the crook of her neck. but then he had slipped out before she had woken and left her feeling with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her feeling.
her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the wooden door, and she opened it to mat looking sullen. oh, how she hated that look on him. she opened the door wider for him to come in, and she shut it behind him. he sat down on the edge of the bed, and took in how it was exactly the same as last time. "you left me." she said crossing her arms, distracting mat from his thoughts. his eyebrows crinkled, "you. left. me. in the morning, you didn't say bye. you didn't even leave me a note or anything. how do you think that made me feel, huh?" she questioned tensely. mat was connecting the dots, now. "i know, i know that was wrong of me-" she cut him off, "you think?" she deadpanned, and saw him gulp as he thought of what to say next. "you made me feel used. you made me feel gross when we didn't even do anything to begin with. and i-i never want to feel that way again. i've felt like that in the past and it got me nowhere, and now you? i thought you were better than that. from what my sister and matt have said, i thought you would have never done that!" she confessed shaking her head. "im sorry olivia, i really am. there arent enough good words that i know to really show you how i feel, and for that im sorry. it was never my intention, i promise." he said truthfully and he only hoped that she could realize that.
"i havent been able to stop thinking about you, livi. i haven't been able to get you out of my mind this past month and a half, and im not sure if i ever want to stop. you completely ambushed me in the best way possible, you captivated me in ways I've never been captivated before. you walked into my life with your spunk and red hair and haven't left since. i haven't been able to sleep clearly, ive gone into trances, ive completely embarrassed myself in front of matt and your sister, ive become enamored by you livi. ive never wanted somebody so badly in my life, that ill do whatever it takes to get you to stay in my life- permanently and the right way." he pleaded, pulling her hands into his and softly nudging her to move between his legs. "what can i do for not only your forgiveness..but what can i do for you to give me a proper chance?" he questioned softly, as she stared down at him as her hands found his shoulders. her hands slowly clasped around his neck, pulling at his dark locks- softly.
with a grin as she leaned in closer, "gonna need a lot more than just words pretty boy." she hummed before pulling away.
and there you have it folks!!!
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tags: @toasttt11 @cillianthinker
#matt martin#mat barzal#matt barzal au#mat barzal blurb#mat barzal fic#mat barzal imagine#seein red au#new york islanders#nhl#nhl blurb#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey#hockey imagine#hockey blurb#hockey fic
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Hello Pines brothers. I come to you about an old question: about being a father and guardian. Stanley, know that you would be a wonderful father and a wonderful parent. Of course, you are not perfect in many ways, but you know the basic things about forgetting about someone: feeding, washing, proper sleep and safety. Unlike your brother, who can't even take care of himself, let alone anyone else. Stanley, have you ever considered adopting a newborn baby in the past?
Stanley: Well, Lu (can I call ya that for short?), you're right. I may not be a dad, but I'm somethin' even better: a Grunkle. See, people think parents are the most important people in a kid's life. And they are, don't get me wrong! But a Grunkle (or Graunty, for that matter) is so important, too. We're like backup parents or grandparents, minus dumb rules like goin' to bed at a reasonable time or limits on sugar intake, with added fun and law-breaking!
And you're 100% right: Ford can't take care of himself. Why do ya think I know about parenting so well? I had to look after this nerdy runt for years of my life! When we were kids, guess who had to protect ‘im from bullies and brush the sand outta his hair? Me. When we were teens, who had to make sure his late night science fair project candy stash was stocked and that he got enough sleep? This guy, that's who.
Never mind the thirty years I spent gettin' him back from sci-fi sideburn land. Oh, he whined about *raises voice an octave* "openin' that portal was too dangerous, Stan!" and "ya almost tore apart the fabric of reality!", but without me, Ford'd still be sleepin' in some slimy alien's armpit and chewin' on chicken-flavored tentacle strips for dinner.
If I thought workin' on fixin' the portal was hard, I was not prepared for takin' care of this guy after he got back. Oof, I'd take the task of carin' for Little Dork Ford or readin' theoretical physics textbooks over...
*He gestures over at Ford, who's working at the desk in his lab.* Ugh, whatever this wrinkly, musty, grumpy old creature is. It's Little Dork Ford, but now it sheds everywhere, has an ego, and it gets into even more trouble somehow.
Stanford: *Is currently busy at his desk, scribbling away at some experiment notes.* You do know that I can hear you insulting me, Stan?
Stanley: See? Ego taller than the Empire State Building, all to cover up insecurity as deep as... hey, Ford? What’s the world’s deepest ocean trench you told me those underwater aliens or whatever hide in?
Stanford: The Mariana Trench.
Stanley: Yeah, that place! Thanks, Sixer-
Stanford: *Reaches into sliding shelf behind his desk, pulls out The Norton Anthology of Shakespeare, Third Edition. He turns around without a word, narrows his eyes, and holds it up so Stan can see what it is. There are little post-it markers sticking up in neon colors from the pages, each marked similarly to “Quotes to Share with Stan #33″ His expression turns into a wicked, depraved smile.*
Stanley: *Backs away and starts sweating.* ANYWAYS, let’s take this conversation upstairs! AS FAR AWAY FROM FORD AS POSSIBLE!
*Stan drops a smoke bomb, rips the laptop they use to answer AsktheStans questions off its charger, and runs into the elevator of Ford’s lab.*
*The elevator, being old and rickety as it is, takes a long time to close the doors and start lifting. Stan holds the laptop with one hand and furiously, desperately smashes the up arrow button with the other, swearing profusely at how slow it is.*
*Meanwhile, a figure with six fingers looms in the dissipating smoke just outside the doors, outlined in the occasional neon blue flash of machinery he walks past, pacing closer, a book opened in his hands like a preacher about to read scripture at a demon.*
Stanley: Not again! *Screams and cowers as Ford nears and the doors are still closing, slowly, slowly...*
Stanford: “Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, Our nation’s terror and their bloody-”
*The doors close just before Ford can reach them.*
Stanley: *Lets out a sigh of relief and wipes his brow.* Whew! That was close. Hopefully he’ll calm down before this old elevator gets back down and up again. Heh, I have a good hidin’ spot just in case, though. I made sure to find one after last week’s event where I interrupted his dumb ‘married to science’ joke.
*Stan keeps talking as the elevator creaks upwards.* Sorry, your question... uh... adoptin’ a newborn baby. Hm...
Come to think of it, I actually did try to adopt a newborn once! It was a few years after I got established here at the Shack, had some extra money, was feelin’ a little lonely, wanted someone to teach all my good moral lessons and tell stories of the good ol’ heist days to...
So I went to the nearest adoption agency and asked about it. I even had a name picked out: Stanford Sherman Pines! I thought, just wait ‘til I get Ford back, and he sees this cute kiddo that’s named after him. Heh, just picture his face-
*The elevator doors open to the stairwell just down from the Gift Shop. Ford is waiting just outside. The book is still open in his hands. His eyes are unblinking.*
Stanford: “The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
On us thou canst not enter but by death-”
Stanley: *Rips Ford’s glasses off, digs into his own pocket, and throws awfully convenient salt into Ford’s eyes. Stan politely tucks the glasses back into Ford’s coat pocket with a little tap, then slams the down arrow elevator button this time.*
*By the time Ford gets back up from hunching over in pain, the doors close in his face again. Stan starts talking again.*
L-long story short, they saw my criminal history, and said no. I told ‘em they were makin’ a mistake! I, Stanley - er, well, I was pretendin’ to be Stanford at the time - Pines, would make a great dad! I mean, look at how well I took care of Dips and Mabes over last summer! They only went to jail once. And I even made ‘em Stancakes a few times!
But oh well. A few years later, Soos showed up at my door and got hired. I mean, he’s not my son, just my favorite employee, but he’s as close to a kid as I could ask for. With him, the little Pines twins, and Ford, I got all the kids I need! Seriously, ya might think I’m a big kid myself, and you’re right, but compared to those four, I feel like a mother hen.
Just doin’ the laundry around here is like a constant cycle of scrubbin’ food stains and science experiment chemicals. And who do you think all these dorks come to when they need a shoulder to cry on?
*The elevator door opens up to Ford’s lab again.*
*Stan winces, then when nothing happens, he peers out. Ford is nowhere to be seen. Stan lets out another sigh of relief, then starts walking out of the elevator. The laptop is still in his hands, the camera showing the empty elevator behind him.*
Looks like Ford finally gave up! Heh, salt! Didn’t think that would work, but it just goes to show ya, when in doubt, and when your twin brother who spent thirty years survivin’ in a hellish slew of dimensions comes after you for tellin’ the truth about his awful insecurity issues...
*Unbeknownst to Stan, behind him on the camera, a figure pops down from the service access hatch in the elevator roof, landing as silently as a ninja, rising from the still dissipating smoke as a shadow, the only light on the figure being glasses agleam with blue glow.*
Salt will do the trick! Yep, that’s all it took. I’m sure he’ll get me back for it later, but ya never know! Think he’ll forgive me? Hah! Of course he’ll forgive me! He’s my twin brother. Deep down he loves me, ya know?
*The figure comes up right behind Stan into the light, quiet as a ghost. It’s Ford, eyes puffy and red, tears streaming down his face, salt glistening in his eyelashes, but he’s still expressionless and unblinking.*
*Ford’’s pain is indeed great, but the stinging salt of betrayal can always be soothed by the sweet taste of revenge.*
Stanley: Ah! I’m sure he’ll forgive me. And if the salt doesn’t work and he’s still mad, I can always fall back on old reliable, right? *Stan makes a motion, as if kneeing someone in the crotch.* I did that once before, and he deserved every moment of-
Stanford: Care to let me finish?
*The laptop’s camera turns into a blur of machines and shadows and the sound of screaming. The laptop is set back down on the table and left streaming. Ford walks past slowly, book raised, reciting line after line of Shakespeare, screen glitching until all movement stops.*
*An hour passes. Eventually, Ford comes back and sees the laptop is still on. He leans down to speak, smiling innocently.*
Stanford: Oh! I forgot about the laptop. Apologies, internet stranger! My brother and I just had a casual argument, is all. Don’t worry, I didn’t kill him. He’ll be fine.
*A scream erupts from somewhere further back in Ford’s lab. Ford turns around, eyebrows furrowed in irritation.*
Stanley, if you wanted to avoid getting locked in a room with a barghest, you should have thought about that before you sassed me and threw salt into my eyes!
*Chuckles and speaks to the camera with his mouth behind his hand.* Actually, the barghest is a pretty friendly creature. Demonic looking thing, but give it a nice belly rub or a bone, and it’ll be wagging its tail in no time. But Stan doesn’t need to know that.
Now, if he’d interrupted my marriage to science speech again, well... let’s just say I would have locked him in a pitch black room with a far worse creature.
*Shrugs.*
I’ll just leave this on for you all to listen to the sweet symphony of justice. Also because I need someone to bounce some ideas off of. What do you say? Want to help Dr. Pines - world-renowned supernatural expert - plan a new DD&MD campaign?
*Another scream. Demonic howling and the sound of rattling chains ensue.*
*Ford laughs, brings the laptop with him, then sits back at his desk, humming Dead or Alive’s ‘You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)’ as he scribbles away, occasionally asking the viewer their opinions on what monsters to use in said campaign.*
#stanley pines#stanford pines#gravity falls#yeah so uh Ford's starting to scare me even as the writer of this blog#but you know what I need more dramatic nerd moments in my life and so do you#he survived thirty years in the multiverse somehow#you can't tell me this man doesn't have a dark side#he pursued bill for 30 years#he holds grudges and he holds them well#ford is an owl#an ominous and fearful owl of death
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OK I'm going to do all my liveblogging in one post to not spam everyone's dash :)
- OK max's little shimmy between the ferrari was HOT
- OMG OMG OMG PEREZ OUT???? OUCH oooh I kind of feel bad he cannot catch a break!
- omg the slow mo of perez he was flyinggggg
- DTS is going to be all over this
- yuki and lando going up! :))
- landooooooooo my guy
- "you do feel for charles leclerc don't you?" yes I do :(
- yuki just having a little jolly in the grass at turn 1 hehe love him
- :( rip Aston Martin you will be missed
- NOR-TSU at the back of the grid proves all the cool kids sit at the back of the bus
- little overtake by Alex :)
- OK this is where I tuned in at the pub so I vaguely recognise this bit
- OK I'm confused how can they investigate charles car for being dangerous when they didn't show him the black and orange flag to tell him they found it dangerous?
- love the phrase lift and coast
- ooooh early verstappen bit
- ferrari knows their strategy is wack so they've stopped calling it Plan A, B, C etc
- max just looks smoooooooth in the overtakes
- yuki fastest lap! Greatest driver of all time
- did ferrari just let lewis undercut carlos?
- yuki overtaking 2 time world champion Fernando alonso? Greatest driver of all time
- IM SORRY WHAT?? RICCIARDO WOULD DO ANYTHING HE COULD TO BE WITH MAX??? OK THEN MAXIEL SHIPPER SKY F1
- there's been a lot of close racing this race im enjoying it :)
- ooooh georgie angry at merc
- perez doing interviews :( let this guy be alone for a bit
- sidenote my coffee tastes really good today
- I'm so proud of lando, he's done an amazing race today :))
- ferrari red is such a hot colour
- watching an f1 race alone is so much less fun than watching with my mum and sister :(
- ooooh double yellow
- oh shit what happened to the haas
- that's one crunched car
- is kmag OK?
- ooooh pit stops under yellow
- omg FIRE????
- it's slightly poetic kmag watching his car burn
- RED FLAG OH INTERESTING how will this change things?
- I love watching all the pit crews run
- oooh i love watching them talk to the engineers
- awww my dad brought me garlic bread <3
- that is one unhealthy looking barrier
- ferrari babes please change charles front wing
- YUKI!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH his hair is so fluffy
- what I had no idea Franz tost is leaving
- oooh lando is so hot with the fireproofs round his hips
- CHARLES OMG MESSY HAIR
- OK I love oscar to death but his messy post race hair isn't my fave but the little hair flick was cute
- OK are the stands way more empty? Did people legitimately leave after checo crashed?
- the FIA race control room is really a middle aged white man convention
- lewis is so cool 😎
- oooh checo interview OK I think he's taking it better than I thought he would
- oh lance is hot with that little hair ruffle
- perez is giving: never back down never what? Never give up
- my fave thing about red flags is getting shots of the crowd, makes me happy to see so many fans :)
- standing start with a hard tire oh dear
- bottas has very pretty eyes
- Oscar pulling funny faces for the camera LOVE OF MY LIFE
- my only understanding of what high altitude does to you is that one top gear episode in Patagonia
- this restart is messyyyyyy
- my brain is too tired to work out who did well from that restart
- OK lewis is doing well.... win in Brazil? My gran would love that
- oh lando I hope your car is OK
- Oscar vs yuki ooooh that's fun
- Lewis what a funky overtake
- Oscar vs yuki is less fun, please guys don't hit each other I love you both
- I don't really care about sainz vs russel can we go back to yuki and Oscar?
- lando is making mooooooooves
- alpha tauri is going welllllllllll
- omg no my laptop stopped working ahhhh
- bono loves the phrase "every opportunity"
- Hehe they said seb's name :)))))
- lando is cooking!!!
- Oscar vs yuki very fun again
- Oh nando retired :(( god that Aston is not it
- OMG NOOOOOO YUKI AHHH :(((((((
- we were on for yoints :(
- oooh what will mclaren do with lando and Oscar
- gasly vs bottas was a really nice little battle
- oh let me give yuki a hug :(
- estie challenging haas on the radio and it didn't work oh that's so funny
OK I lost all my notes from here to the end of the race :(((((((((( yes tears were shed, from what I can remember
- Albon points!!!!!!!
- :(((( on lances birthday as well
- WHAT AN OVERTAKE FROM LANDO NORRIS!!! KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH
- what a fun little race + jenson doing interviews!!
- ooooh messy hair max 😍 don't you dare put a hat on... oh he did :(
- awwwww the cheering for lewis, he is so loved!!
- honestly ferrari could have fucked that up way worse than p3
- love charles little hand on the hip stance during his post race interviews
- people booing charles :(((((((
- lewis and max having a little debrief in the cool down room - I'm so glad they're getting on after 2021
- AHAHAHAHA OMG MAX IN THE HAT OMG AND ON THE CAR IVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFE
- charles looks hot
- max and Charles spraying champagne on each other 👀
- so excited for Brazil :)))
- they showed seb in the montage <3
- I just sneezed and bit my tongue :(
I really enjoyed liveblogging this but I missed seeing everyone else's posts at the same time. Anyways, can't wait for this weekend :))))
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Random sadge thoughts/ramble blog about my current feelings /situation with Etrian/Nintendo emulating
A bit sad bc I randomly thought of Etrian Odssry and 3DS games and all since Nintendo decided to stop making the 3DS with no official support/emulation eShop on the switch. Like. Dang I really should��ve just given in to FOMO at the time and gotten a new 3DS for like $300 and Etrian Odssey Nexus/across whatever for like $50-60 at the time bc now scalpers are going insane. Just searched Etrian 4/5/Nexus/Millenium Girl/Fafnir Knight on the google shopping category and they are all around $100-150. Not even mentioning the prices new 3DS consoles go for. Crazy. Despite my fear of viruses and all ruining my laptop maybe in the future I'll look into emulating 3DS games even though what I can find is that Citra is a pain to work with. My only issue is really just having to replay all the games to get back to what my current progress is. While my 3DS still works, some buttons are wonky and won't work and the battery isn't as good as it once was.
At least XSEED is releasing Ruin Factory 4 and 5 on steam officially. I pre-ordered a steam deck back in Jan or Feb of 2022, so I'm just waiting patiently for my email to arrive to actually get/send the confirmation order. I think that since Nintendo is just. Not making good consumer friendly decisions I'm going to skip the Switch. It kinda sucks bc I really do want to play some games like LoZ Breath of the Wild but like. Uhhhh. I just don't really trust Nintendo much right now so uuugh bluh. Anyways sad rant about the sorry state of my 3DS, Etrian itch, sad decline of the already niche dungeon exploring genre with not much alternatives rant over. Ugh. At least since regular old DS games are easier to run (probably due to less complex graphics especially the 3D layer that was in the programming of the 3DS games) maybe I can try to run Etrian 1, 2, or 3 on my Android phone or gaming laptop instead.....
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Sadge
(While I don't mind rogue like hack n slash games like hades or hollow knight, there's just something that I like about the turn based dungeon exploring map making of Etrian more you know? According to reddit and gaming forums suggestions i guess I'll look into emulating persona q series and 7th dragon?)
edit after work and posting this horrible mess from my phone: after reading this news article that the 3DS and Wii U eShops will close uhh. yeah, pirate nintendo games. and like. even tho they have massive clout as a game dev/console developer studio, i really dont understand some of their partnering game companies. like. instead of keeping them open or having official emulation software on their switch to play 3ds or ds games (since again it seems that the 3d layer + graphics are a big pain to try and remove/restore correctly), nintendo is preventing other game companies like ATLUS from making money on their nintendo exclusive consoles. like. wow. nintendo is just hurting their business partners, fans, and driving away potential consumers who see this huge mess and horrible loss of video games / art and its anti-archivist stance and just go. “wow im not touching that with a 10 foot pole.” ugh. guess ill try to emulate/download all my DS/3DS games’ roms and also maybe my Wii/Wii U games if i can and put them on an external hard drive or something. while i have many physical CDs and (3)DS cartridges and some GBA cartridges (mostly just Harvest Moon), i don’t have the special F disk drive or whatever to make Dolphin work nor a special (3)DS cartridge to USB/computer/whatever reader, so I can’t rip any of my games (or save files ugh) myself. please press F as i try to research more about emulation software and get virus-free ROM zips from friendly good willed people instead of accidentally falling into traps by scammers :’(
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only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au | part 44
series: only fools fall for you
pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader
fic type: social media au (with few written parts)
genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff
word count: 13.7K (comeback soon!!! so here's my gift)
warnings: cursing, angst, sexual frustration, making out, dirty talk, grinding, unprotected sex, lots of cockwarming !!, hyunjin in sweatpants, hyunjin in the outfit from his psycho cover (rip)
a/n: ahh! here it is, im so excited to put this out and i really hope you all love it, pleae put on the playlist in my masterlist and get comfy! special thanks to @ortali for making these beautiful gifs for this chapter and upon my request! <3
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Hyunjin was late to the party. Maybe it had been a bad idea waiting for Seungmin to finish up his work, because Seungmin was a perfectionist. He did everything to the T, and never lacked in any bit, which meant he wouldn’t get out of the house until he finished everything.
He was supposed to go to the party with Felix, and Minho, who had left already, but he knew that if they left Seungmin at the apartment alone, he’d never show up. Minho wanted to see Yeji, and Felix was dying to hear the new tracks, apparently 3Racha was his favorite new music group, ever since he’d heard about it a few weeks ago.
So that’s how Hyunjin found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, hands resting on the top of his knees, patiently waiting for Seungmin to be done. He was typing away on his laptop, aware of the blonde boy behind him, trying to finish as soon as possible.
“You know, you didn’t have to stay” Seungmin spoke up.
“Am I distracting you?” Hyunjin asked “Because if so, I can go wait in the hall till you’re done”
Seungmin laughed, turning to look at him “I’m used to you being here, Hyunjin”
“I know, but…I know how important this paper is for you, you’ve been working on it the past month and I don’t wanna be a dick just because we have to go to a party” Hyunjin sighed.
“Well, it’s not just a party” Seungmin said.
“It’s not?”
“Y/N is gonna be there”
“Right” Hyunjin replied, fiddling with his hair tie.
“You mean would I go to Han Jisung’s music launch party if Y/N hadn’t invited me?”
“You mean would I go to Han Jisung’s music launch party if Y/N hadn’t invited me?”
“Yes”
“Han Jisung hates me, so maybe not” Hyunjin laughed.
“Why do you think that?”
“You know why”
“Not everybody hates you, Hyunjin” Seungmin let out a laugh.
“Hmm” He hummed, looking down at the hair tie between his hands. His phone buzzed and he picked it up, watching the latest picture that Y/N just posted.
“han jisung deserves the world” the caption read, and it would have warmed his heart to see it any day if it wasn’t for the picture she had attached.
It was her, at the party, sat on a seat, looking absolutely out of this world. She had her hair tied up, a simple black top hugging her perfectly, and her legs crossed as she looked at something in the distant. She looked so unfairly good, and he wished nothing more than to kiss her right now.
“Fuck” He mumbled, staring at her.
“You okay?” Seungmin asked.
The older boy snapped his head up, nodding “Yup, it’s fine”
“Did she just text you?”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes “I have other things in my life, you know?”
“Yeah, do you?” Seungmin smiled, going back to his laptop to type away the final parts of the conclusion.
“Are you almost done, Minnie?” Hyunjin asked, wanting to give him his time but also feeling extremely restless, especially after seeing that picture.
“I am, don’t worry” He said “Thank you again, Jinnie”
“You don’t need to thank me” He replied instantly.
“No, not for waiting but for helping me with this study. I couldn’t have found any other student with enough time to be a psychological experiment” He said, saving his document, after a final read through before he closed it.
“It was my pleasure to be part of your study, Min” Hyunjin replied, getting up to stretch his limbs as Seungmin also stood up.
The younger boy turned to face him, giving him a once over “You look good, she’ll go crazy”
Hyunjin laughed “I hope so”
»»————
They reached the apartment that Han was hosting in, apparently it was Chan’s place. Hyunjin had never met his partners, Chan and Changbin, but from their songs he’d heard Y/N play once, he knew they were talented. They could hear the music booming from inside and he was surprised no neighbors had filed a noise complaint yet. Seungmin reached forward, ringing the doorbell once as Hyunjin bounced on the balls of his feet.
“So you come here for the occasion or just for her?” Seungmin asked, as they waited for somebody to open.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes “Why can’t it be both?”
The door yanked open, Jisung stood there, a smile on his face when he spotted Seungmin, and Hyunjin expected his smile to fall upon seeing him but Jisung’s smile widened instead.
Didn’t he hate him?
Jisung reached forward, pulling Hyunjin into a hug, and he stumbled forward, hugging the shorter boy.
“Whoa” He mumbled.
“You’re finally here, you have no idea how many times she’s whined to me about you not showing up” Jisung said, releasing his hold on the boy.
“Oh?” Hyunjin asked, surprised at the prospect of Y/N being impatient for him, perhaps just as impatient he was.
“Nice to see you too, Seungmin” He said, and Seungmin smiled.
“Congratulations on your track, Han. That’s amazing. Sorry we’re late”
“No worries, just come on in, get yourself something to drink!” He said, stepping aside and the boys entered inside. It was loud, it was dark, temporary neon lights flashing over the room. The house was stuffed with people, but not too much that it was hard to breathe, he could spot everyone from school there and a few people he didn’t know.
Hyunjin’s eyes flitted across the room, looking for you.
“Hyunjin!” A voice cried out and he turned to see Felix barrel towards him “You’re finally here, I thought you guys weren’t going to show up”
“Yess we’re here” Seungmin said.
“Come on, try the punch. It’s so good” Felix said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen. Hyunjin let himself be dragged through the room, his eyes everywhere trying to find you, but still following Felix.
The kitchen was less crowded, and he could see three bowls of red liquid, as well as some food that was laid out. Felix immediately grabbed a cup, pouring in the liquid as it sloshed everywhere.
“Are you already drunk, Lix?” Hyunjin asked, eyeing the boy’s movements.
“Of course I am, you only showed up two hours late” Felix sighed, handing him the cup and immediately filling another.
“Who’s that for?” He asked.
“For you, to catch up fast” Felix stated, as if it was obvious, pushing the cup forward into Hyunjin’s other hand.
“Lix…I’m not getting drunk”
“Why? Worried you’ll kiss her in front of Yeji?” Felix asked and Hyunjin groaned, his eyes darting across the kitchen to see if anybody heard, but only a few people he didn’t know were here.
“Yeah, actually” He replied, not seeing the reason to lie to his best friend. Even if sometimes it felt like they were all against his thing with Y/N, Felix was his best friend first and Hyunjin knew he could trust them.
“Don’t worry, Yeji is already far too gone to notice anything unusual, she’s all over Minho” Felix explained as Hyunjin sipped his drink, feeling the liquid burn his throat.
“I think she would notice if I kissed her best friend”
“I mean, does it even matter that much? It’s not like you two are secretly dating or anything, you’re just fucking, you’re both hot, and in college, it’s not a big deal”
“It is to her”
“To Yeji?”
“To Y/N. I mean, the bit about her friend not knowing” Hyunjin sighed.
“And why is that you think, Jinnie?” Felix asked, leaning against the counter.
“I don’t know, but I respect her decisions. It’s their friendship, she’s free to choose whatever she wants to do or tell” Hyunjin replied, taking another big gulp of his drink, finishing the first cup. He crushed it, placing it on the counter.
Felix laughed “I don’t think I’ll ever understand the two of you”
“Why not? You said yourself it’s not a big deal”
“Yeah” Felix laughed “You’re right, Hyunjin. I don’t need to understand, as long as you’re happy”
“Hmm” Hyunjin said, tracing the ridge of his cup with his finger “I am”
“Come on, let’s go meet the others” Felix said, jumping and dragging Hyunjin back to the hall by his arm.
“You look hot today, by the way” Felix muttered, in his ear.
Hyunjin faked a gasp “I don’t everyday?”
Felix laughed “Don’t push it, Jinnie but I know she’s gonna lose it when she sees you”
Hyunjin was going to ask where Y/N even was, before somebody bumped into him, knocking the breath out of him. The drink spilt onto the floor and into Felix’s sneakers. Felix let out a groan, bending down to wipe it off.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” The person said, and Hyunjin turned to see who it was.
Of course, it was none other than Park Seonghwa. Did that mean Wooyoung was here too? Why was Seonghwa here if he didn’t even know Han?
Hyunjin tried not to get irritated but before he could say something, Seonghwa smiled brightly.
“Oh, hi Hyunjin” He said softly.
“Um, hi” Hyunjin had never talked to him before, why was he saying hi?
“You’re here” Seonghwa said.
“Yup”
“Y/N was looking for you” Seonghwa said.
“She was?” Hyunjin asked automatically, even though he already had heard that.
“Yup, she’s with Chan and the boys” Seonghwa said.
“How do you know them?” Hyunjin asked, before he could stop himself. Seonghwa didn’t seem offended at his intrusion, but he said “I’m in the same class as Chan”
“Ohh” Hyunjin said dumbly. Of course, this wasn’t just Han’s party, it was his whole team celebrating.
“Well, I’ll see you later man” Seonghwa said, and then turned his attention to the boy behind him “I’m so sorry, Yongbok”
“Ah, it’s chill. It’s a house party, it’s bound to happen” Felix replied, wiping the red liquid off his shoe. Hyunjin turned his attention to the rest of the people, where was she? Park Seonghwa said she was with Chan and the boys, but where were they?
There were people dancing around him, and he even saw a couple making out, in the middle of the floor and he went past them, looking around. The music playing was loud, but it didn’t bother him too much, it was pleasant and it was no wonder their tracks got released, it sounded really good, even if it wasn’t his personal preference.
He didn’t know where Felix had gone, or Seungmin. He looked around the room, the buzz from his first drink still hadn’t hit him. Maybe he could grab something to eat. He walked over to the table, grabbing a sausage, wrapped in dough. He loved these, he hadn’t had them in a year or so, and he popped one in his mouth.
His eyes drifted past the people to the artwork hung on the walls. It was photorealistic, they looked like actual pictures. He could recognize the Sydney Skyline, and a few portraits scattered across the walls. There wasn’t a pattern or connection, it seemed like Chan had just decorated with whatever he’d found.
Despite that, Hyunjin loved it.
It was beautiful.
College students rarely ever put up any art, his own dorm walls were bare, and it was a nice change. He would definitely ask Chan about this, if he ever found him that is.
“Oh my god! Hwang Hyunjin!” Somebody yelled and he turned around instantly, but it was just Yeji. She ran over to him, almost tripping into his arms. He instantly reached out to catch her, gripping onto her arms tightly.
“Hey, Yeji” He said, letting out a laugh at her excitement.
“I didn’t know you’re coming!” She yelled. Yeji looked cute today, she did every day, but right now she was in a short jumpsuit, her hair pulled up in two space buns.
“Yes, I was just waiting for Seungmin to finish his assignment” Hyunjin replied.
“Aww!” Yeji cried, putting her hands over her heart “That is so sweet, Hyunjin”
He smiled “I mean-”
“And you look so good today!” She said, reaching up to touch his swept back hair “What the fuck?”
Hyunjin chuckled “Thank you Yeji, you’re too kind”
“I’m not kind, you’re just hot as fuck” She sighed.
“Um…where’s Minho?” He asked, looking around.
“Minho is getting me a drink” She said, a dopey smile on her face.
“What’s going on between you two?” Hyunjin couldn’t resist asking.
Yeji’s face scrunched up in thought “We’re hanging out together”
“You like him?” Hyunjin asked.
“I mean, who wouldn’t?” She laughed “Have you seen him? He’s so amazing…”
She got a faraway look in her eyes and he realized she definitely had feelings for Minho, even if she wouldn’t admit them anytime soon.
“Oh my god! Jeongin, get off the couch, Jisung will kill you!” Yeji screamed, distracted again and she ran off. Hyunjin sighed, watching her run away. He had possibly met everybody at this party but you. Where had Jisung run off to after greeting him? He couldn’t see Seungmin or Felix anywhere. Maybe he could get another drink to pass the time, and perhaps then he would himself feel as chaotic and haphazard as the people and events happening around him. He moved through the crowd, bumping shoulders, catching a girl’s eye who he recognized from her literature class, who winked at him.
Ugh, where was Y/N?
Thankfully, the kitchen was still mostly empty and Hyunjin realized Chan had a really nice house. He would like to meet Chan, if he ever found him before the party ended. He picked up the ladle, dipping it into the bowl of punch before refilling his cup.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the same girl from before, who had just winked at him.
“Hi, Hyunjin” She smiled, her flirting tone evident.
He didn’t want to be rude, especially since it looked like she was just tipsy so he shot her a smile “Hey”
“You look…really nice” She said, and he felt her eyes over his figure. Her eyes didn’t move away from him, even after she’d given him a once over. He loved attention, but for some reason he didn’t like this.
“Thank you” He said, focusing on the solo cup in his hands as he finished filling it up.
“Can you get me a drink too?” She asked “I’m Lia, by the way”
She reached her hand forward to shake it and Hyunjin glanced down at it, the bracelets clinking “Seonghwa’s ex Lia?”
“What?”
He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he remembered you telling him about her.
“Um, sorry. I must have you confused for someone else” He said apologetically.
“How do you know he’s my ex?” She asked, blinking up at him, but she didn’t seem upset in the slightest. Maybe they’d had an amicable and mutual breakup.
“Um, one of my friends told me” He responded, not wanting to throw Y/N under the bus for this random girl he’d never met before.
“Oh” She hummed “Why did you ask though? Are you…interested?”
She was twirling a strand of her hair and he sighed. Had he given the indication that he was interested? For some reason, Lia reminded him a lot of Chaeyoung.
“Um…” He thought carefully about what to say because he didn’t want to make her upset or something “Sorry, but I’m already here with someone”
“Who?” She asked, her eyes widening. Was it that surprising that he wasn’t single? I mean, he was, but she didn’t have to know that.
“I don’t think you know her” He said, his grip on his cup tightening, wondering how to get out of this random ass conversation.
“Maybe you can describe her to me” She said.
Why did she care so much?
“Why?” He asked.
“Well, I’d just like to know who this girl is, you’re the hottest guy at this party and she’s got you. I’m curious, Hyunjin” She said, and despite her words leaned forward, inching closer to him.
“I doubt you know her, but um, she’s a dance major. She’s…” Hyunjin blanked, wondering how the hell he would describe you to her “She’s…beautiful”
“Obviously” Lia replied, rolling her eyes “Let me guess”
“Yeah?” Hyunjin swallowed, not looking forward to whatever she might say about you.
“It’s the girl who’s best friends with Han Jisung right? The one in that tight ass black outfit?”
Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback at the fact that she guessed who.
“How do you know that?” He asked, tilting his head at her, actually curious now.
“Ugh” She groaned “She’s been running around the past two hours looking for you”
“She’s what?”
“She asked me three times if I’ve ever seen you” She laughed “I guess she’s just as whipped for you as you as for her”
She must have noticed the drop in his expression because she smiled, adding “Or just as horny”
“Um…yeah I suppose that is her” He responded “Have you seen her around?”
“No” She said “Like I said, she was running around everywhere”
“Right…was she…drunk?”
He didn’t know why he was asking a random girl about you but well.
“She was fine” Lia said, sighing and moving further back “And you’re clearly not interested in anybody but her”
He didn’t know what to say to that, so he hummed, taking in a sip of his freshly filled cup, feeling the liquor down his throat.
“Hyunjin?” He heard, spinning around to see Jisung and he instantly relaxed. Thank god.
“Hey, Han”
“Why are you in here?” His eyes darted from him to Lia, who looked pissed.
“I just came for a refill” He responded, lifting his cup up. He had only been at this party for an hour and he was already exhausted. Where were you?
“Y/N is over there” Jisung said, answering his thoughts and Hyunjin almost turned red at the boy knowing what he was looking for. Was he that obvious?
“Thanks, Han” Hyunjin smiled, following him out, sending a polite wave to Lia as he left. He turned to the direction that Jisung had pointed and he spotted Minho, Yeji draped over him, very drunk already, two people that he guessed were Chan and Changbin, and you.
Finally.
Your eyes locked with him and Hyunjin felt like his heart stopped.
You looked so good. He’d already known what you looked like based on your post an hour ago, but seeing you in person was still different. Your face burst into a smile when you saw Hyunjin, waving him over.
You saw Hyunjin head towards you, Jisung by his side, and you were so glad you finally found him. You didn’t know if he was even going to show up tonight, but here he was, walking towards you.
Hyunjin looked like a dream.
His blond hair was swept back, and he was in all black. A button up shirt tucked into his pants, and a belt around his belt, cinching his waist. The closer he stepped, the more dizzy you felt from just how good he looked. He had a silver harness wrapped around his thigh, and you couldn’t help but look him over head to toe.
“Y/N” He mumbled, and you reached your hand out as he grabbed it.
“I was looking for you” He said, his thumb running over your knuckles.
“So was I”
He smiled “So I’ve heard”
“From?” You quirked an eyebrow.
“From everybody at this party, including Park Seongwha’s ex” He said.
“What?” You asked, laughing.
“I’m flattered to know you asked every human at this party about me, but why Lia?”
You laughed “I was drunk, I don’t know why”
“You were drunk? So you’re not anymore?”
“Well, you do know it’s been three hours since the party started right? And I’m no Yeji” You replied.
Hyunjin leaned in closer, uncaring all of the eyes on him “You look so - ”
“Hey, hey, hey. Did you only come to this party to talk to her?” Someone asked and Hyunjin’s attention turned to what he could safely presume was Chan.
“You must be Hyunjin” He said, reaching his hand forward. Hyunjin dejectedly left his hold on your hand to grab Chan’s.
“You must be the genius, Bang Chan?” Hyunjin asked.
Chan raised his eyebrows, a smile spreading across his features “I hope you don’t mean that sarcastically”
“No, of course not” Hyunjin replied “Your music is really great, congratulations man”
Chan smiled further, turning to look at you “You never told me he’s so sweet”
You laughed, rolling your eyes “Because he’s not. He’s an asshole”
“Are you just saying that cause he was late and you missed him so so much?” Jisung butted in.
“Shut up” You said, punching his arm. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to Minho and Yeji, who were far too consumed within each other to have heard this conversation. He was glad they didn’t. None of the boys were making an attempt to hide it.
“Why are you not drunk yet?” Another voice added, and Hyunjin turned to see who he think was Changbin. Changbin was loud.
“I had a few glasses already” Hyunjin replied “I’m not looking to get drunk”
“Why not?” Chan asked “Where’s the fun in it?”
Hyunjin laughed “I don’t wanna end up doing anything stupid”
“Well, it’s too late for that. You’ve already kissed my best friend more than once” Jisung said and you gasped, hitting him again.
“Shut up Han” You groaned.
Hyunjin looked towards Yeji. She was still talking to Minho, laughing loudly, unaware.
“Are you guys dating?” Changbin asked.
“No” Chan answered instead of you “They’re just-”
“Why is it everybody’s business?” You whined loudly, and Hyunjin thought it was cute. You looked so good. Your hair was up in a cute ponytail, and your black top fit you perfectly. Your hand were buried inside the sleeves, fingers peeking out slightly to clutch the red cup in your hands. There was a dip in your neckline, your shoulders bare and his daisy necklace fit between your cleavage.
“Well, sorry” Changbin said “I was just wondering”
“It’s not fine, Bin” You said, and he laughed at your attitude.
“You’re right, she’s a brat” Changbin said to Jisung. Hyunjin’s eyes widened. Only he was allowed to say that about you.
“I’m not a brat, shut the fuck up!” You cried, groaning.
“She says as she throws a tantrum” Chan said.
“You guys are all ganged up on me, this isn’t fair. I want Yeji” You said, narrowing your eyes at them.
“Yeji’s in too deep with Minho to even notice you” Jisung said “Sadly”
“Yeji!” You yelled, running over to her through the gap between Jisung and Chan. All the boys eyes turned to Hyunjin as you left the discussion. He felt conscious.
“Um, so, this is a great party” He said and then turned to Chan “I really love your place”
“You do?”
“It’s so well done”
“Thank you!” Chan smiled “I think you’re the first person to tell me that”
“Well, it deserves a compliment. I love the décor and the artwork” Hyunjin smiled at him.
“What?” Jisung asked “I didn’t even notice there was any artwork here”
“You’re a dumbass, Han” Changbin said.
“Oh, so now you’re going to tease me instead cause Y/N left the conversation?” Han said.
Hyunjin’s eyes fell on you, you were standing between Minho and Yeji, laughing about something. He wanted to kiss you so bad.
“You’re just jealous that Hyunjin has eyes unlike you” Chan replied.
“Yeah sure” Han chuckled “Maybe it’s cause your annoying presence never let me appreciate your place”
“No, you just can’t appreciate art unlike the smarter ones here” Chan said.
“Who can’t appreciate art?” Your voice loudly cut in, and Hyunjin hadn’t even realized you’d stepped away from Minho and Yeji back into the conversation. He felt like his brain was working on overdrive, trying to register all the conversations, sounds and people around him. So much was going on, and the alcohol was also beginning to hit him. His head was spinning, just slightly.
“Han Jisung can’t” Chan said.
“Then who are the smarter ones?” You asked, puzzled.
“Hyunjin is” Chan said.
“Hyunjin?” Your eyes fell back on the boy. He looked so beautiful. No matter how many times you looked at him, you couldn’t get enough. Your gaze fell on the silver pendant on his chest, glinting off the light, everything about him was pretty.
“Yes, Hyunjin said he loves my place” Chan said proudly “Although it’s going to look like absolute shit in the morning”
“We’ll help you clean up” Han said, already knowing it would take hours.
“Hyunjin likes art?” You asked, confused. You never knew that about him.
“Yeah, I do” Hyunjin said, his voice soft, amongst the booming sounds.
“Oh” You said, your eyes locked onto his.
You wanted to kiss him really badly.
Yeji was still laughing as her and Minho took really silly pictures on his phone. You turned back to the conversation, the boys were joking around again.
This was the moment.
You sidestepped them, coming to Hyunjin’s side.
“Can I talk to you?” You asked, looking up at him.
He nodded “Of course, here?”
“No, I know a place. Follow me” You said, stepping away, wanting him to follow.
You led your way through the crowd, but not before you felt his fingers on your wrist. You looked back at him questionably.
“I just spent an entire hour looking for you, I’m not losing you in the crowd again” Hyunjin replied, his grip on your waist sending tingles down your body.
You laughed “You’re not gonna lose me, Hyunjin”
“Yeah” He mumbled “I better not, I don’t think I can tolerate talking to Seonghwa or Lia or a very drunk Yeji again right now”
“Hey, don’t say that about her. She’s my best friend” You said, walking towards the balcony.
The balcony. Your favorite part of Chan’s apartment. Hyunjin followed you, his hand on yours, as you slipped open the door, stepping out.
The space was small, dimly lit, with faux grass, and you could still smell residual cigarettes but it was so nice.
“This is nice, I thought you were going to push me into a closet again” Hyunjin spoke, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.
“I never did that, you’re the one that pulled me in last time” You said, and turned to look at him. Hyunjin had red eyeshadow swept across his eyelids, just slightly, making him look even more ethereal. You hadn’t noticed it inside, due to all the flashing lights and you stared up at him in awe. The color brought his eyes out in the best way possible, which were currently fixed on yours, making your stomach swoop.
“You did your makeup?”
He let out a laugh “I got bored”
“Bored?”
“While I was waiting for Seungmin to finish”
“Oh” You said “I’ve only seen you with makeup for dance shows”
He nodded, brushing a hand through his hair “I don’t see the point of doing it otherwise, and I don’t have the time”
“You look so…good” You breathed “It’s really unfair”
“What is?”
“That you look better with makeup on, than me. I bet you’d make a really pretty girl, you already have the long hair for it” You reached your hand up to his blond strands, running your fingers through it.
He let out a giggle, the sound pulling at your heart “Even if I was a girl, you’d still be prettier than me Y/N”
“No” You shook your head, a wide grin on your face “I missed you”
“I’m right here” He breathed, gripping your arm.
“But you’re late” You complained, pouting.
“And I’m sorry about that, but if it makes you feel any better, I only came for you” His hand moved from your arm, sliding around your waist. You could feel his touch all the way down to your toes, and you leaned into him.
“I’m glad you came for me” You smiled, and he brought his other hand up, you thought he was going to pull you in for a kiss, but instead his hand lingered by your ear. He tucked a stray strand behind your ear, fingers grazing the side of your face.
“Thank you Hyunjin” You said, your eyes darting to his lips for a second.
“What are you thanking me for?”
“For rescuing me that day, at the café…from Yunho. I never thanked you for that” You bit your lip.
“I don’t think you needed any rescuing” He laughed “You were glaring daggers at him on all your own, I’m sure you would have been fine”
“Maybe, but you being there made it so much easier” You sighed, still remembering the way you had instantly relaxed when Hyunjin had stepped into the café, making a beeline for your table before Yunho could say a word. You hadn’t expected him to come, since he was supposed to meet Chaeyoung for ramen, but here he was, holding your hand across the table, launching into conversation as if you were always supposed to meet him there.
“What about your plans?” You had asked.
He’d raised an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair “What plans?”
He didn’t have to do that, you hadn’t even asked him to show up, but he did, and it warmed your heart in a way that he never used to.
“Well, don’t worry about it, Y/N” Hyunjin spoke, pulling you back into the present “I’ll be there if you need me”
“Really?” You asked “Even if it’s something stupid like that?”
“That wasn’t stupid” His fingers curled around the fabric of your top.
“So…I can also call you if the pipe in my apartment bursts?” You asked.
He laughed, loudly “That’s so random, but yes if you want to”
“I can call you if I’m absolutely craving a chocolate tart at that moment?”
“If you’d like that, yes”
“I can call you if I’m-” He stopped you midway, tightening his hold on you.
“You can, Y/N” He laughed.
“Why are you being so nice?” You frowned.
“I’m always nice”
“Not to me”
“Well…” He trailed off, fingers now slipping underneath your black top, as they grazed your skin “I’m in a good mood”
You laughed at the look on his face “I am too”
“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” His voice dropped.
“Why are you asking me?”
“Because anybody could see us” He sighed.
“That’s okay” You mumbled.
“You’re clearly still drunk” He laughed.
“And you’re not drunk enough” You rolled your eyes, moving closer to him “Don’t you wanna kiss me?”
“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?” He said, turning so you were now pressed up against the railing by him. The railing dug into your back, but you didn’t care because Hyunjin was pressed into your front.
Every bit of you that touched him felt like it was on fire.
“You never told me you liked art” You blinked up at him.
He raised his eyebrows at the random question, he was about to kiss you, and you were asking him about this?
“You never asked” He shrugged.
“That’s such a specific thing to ask” You narrowed your eyes at him “Like oh, Hyunjin do you like biking, or do you like video games? Am I supposed to ask for everything that exists?”
“Yeah, maybe you should” He said, a teasing tone in his voice.
“You’re so annoying. How did I not know you like that?”
“You’re saying that as if I was your best friend and kept that a secret from you for ten years”
“Well…” You trailed off “That’s something I would have wanted to know”
“Would you have hated me less throughout high school if you knew that?” He raised his eyebrows.
You hummed “Hmm, I still hate you”
He burst into a laugh, his eyes crinkling into little crescents and you couldn’t help but realize again, that it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
Hyunjin laughing.
The sound was music to your ears, travelling through your entire body, warming your heart, and insides, despite the chilly wind.
You wanted to make him laugh more.
“You hate me, huh?” He asked, leaning in, his eyes narrowing at you.
“Yup” You nodded.
“Then you’d hate it if I kissed you right now?” He asked, his voice a whisper, darting his tongue out to wet his lips.
“I would” You mumbled, your eyes darting to his plush lips, as he bit down on them. You were sharing the same breath, as he bent down, his face inches from yours, so close, you could feel the tickle of his hair on your cheek.
His eyes were on yours, as your gaze flitted to his lips, wanting to feel them on you as soon as possible.
“Then…” He let out a sigh, and you could feel his breath, sending shivers across your being.
“Then I guess I shouldn’t do it” He said, instantly moving back and your eyes widened at the sudden gap between the two of you.
“Why not?” You asked, your voice coming out as a whine now.
“I wouldn’t want to upset you” He said, the teasing look back on his face.
“You’re such a dick” You said, bringing your hands to his chest to push him. He chuckled, grabbing your wrists in his hands, your hands still flat on his chest.
“I’m just giving you what you want, Y/N”
“You have no idea what I want, Hyunjin”
“Okay, Y/N” He said “What do you want?”
He was ready to hear everything you had to say, probably along the lines of wanting him to kiss you, or to fuck you senseless, or for you to be on top this time.
“I want you to show me your favorite artist in the world”
He didn’t expect that.
“What?” He asked, his grip on your wrists loosening.
“I want to know what you like, what you don’t and what your favorite work of art is. You can start from Chan’s living room”
He blinked. He didn’t know why it was hard for him to believe that you actually meant what you were saying. You were drunk, and horny, why did you care about something like that, at this moment? You two were by yourself, on the balcony, away from the prying eyes and from your friends and you wanted to know about his interests?
That didn’t sound right. Maybe you were drunker than he thought.
“Why?” He breathed.
“Why not?” You said, without missing a beat.
He could see the reflection of the lights in your eyes as you glanced up at him, and he couldn’t help but think that they looked like little stars. Your lower lip was tucked between your teeth, your eyes blown wide, the stray hair that he’d tucked was just as stubborn as you and was coming in your eyes again, but you didn’t seem to care. He could see your chest move, as you breathed in, and then out, your collarbones out, for him to admire, and to kiss.
He was still pressed up against you, and he could feel every bit of your body that was touching his, down to your feet.
He let out a chuckle “I’m standing here, ready to fuck you senseless and you’re asking me that? You’re…you’re incorrigible Y/N”
You gasped “You learnt the morning of the word!”
“Yes I did, and you’re it” He said, his hand coming up to trace your jaw “I don’t understand you”
“Hmm…wait, what was that you said about fucking me senseless?” You tilted your head at him.
His mouth curved into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, your foreheads touching “I don’t think you’re ready for that”
“Stop teasing me, Hwang” You whined, reaching up on your toes to press your lips on his.
Hyunjin kissed you back immediately, as if he was waiting for this moment his whole life, and a part of him feels like maybe he was. He could never get used to kissing you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as he pinned you against the railing. Hyunjin’s hand grazed the side of your face, cupping your jaw as his tongue slid into your mouth, your teeth clashing together. He tugged you forward, your hips meeting. You could feel his entire body pressed against your own, and it felt like everything you’d been missing this whole time.
Hyunjin bit your lip, making you let out a little moan and he tilted your head at the sound, to start kissing at your neck. You closed your eyes as he nipped at it, biting down just slightly, making you jump.
“Hyunjinn…” You shifted in his arms.
“You’re so incredible” He sighed, moving back to look at you.
“I am?”
“Everything about you” He mumbled, his hands sliding up your top, fingers dancing across your bare skin. You looked up at him, a soft look in his eyes despite what you two were doing. His lips were bruised and swollen, wet, and he bit his lower lip as he gazed at you.
“I don’t wanna go back inside” You said, not wanting Hyunjin to leave you even for a second.
He sighed, pressing another sweet kiss on your lips “It’s Han’s party, he’d like you to be there with him”
“I was with him for three hours” You pouted.
“Then a few more wouldn’t matter, right?” Hyunjin asked.
“I don’t want you to go” You mumbled.
“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N” He said and your eyes flickered up to his “I’ll be next to you the whole time”
“And after that?”
“I’ll take you back to my place” He smiled “You’d like that?”
Your eyes lit up at the thought, you would love to go back to his place. “I would love that, Hyunjin”
“I’m glad” He leaned in, pressing another kiss to your cheek this time. The gesture was simple but it made your heart flutter. Since when did you start feeling this way around him again?
Maybe you were drunker than you thought.
»»————
You were back inside, amidst the crowd, bumping shoulders with people as you looked around. The party was still in full swing, and it felt like your time outside with Hyunjin had been in an alternate reality. The speakers were on full blast, playing songs from 3racha’s first mixtape and as much as you were enjoying it, it felt like everything was rushed. Your time outside with him had been so different. Like that moment existed in a warp of time.
He was still standing next to you, as his promise, and you watched Changbin try to do a keg stand as Chan lifted him up. Han was by the corner, laughing his ass off as the liquid dripped down Changbin’s shirt.
“They’re so chaotic” You mumbled and Hyunjin laughed loudly.
“They’re so fun” He said, turning to you “You want me to get you a drink?”
You were still slightly tipsy, but your buzz was wearing off, now you just felt high on Hyunjin’s presence so you nodded “Sure, I don’t mind”
“I’ll be back” He smiled “Don’t go anywhere”
“I’ll be right here” You laughed.
As soon as Hyunjin left, someone tapped on your shoulder. You turned around to see Seonghwa standing there, a bright smile on his face.
“Seonghwa!” You cried, jumping to hug him.
He laughed “We met an hour ago, Y/N”
“I know, but…I missed you” You smiled, stepping back “Are you having a good time?”
“Jisung definitely knows how to throw a party”
You nodded, as Seonghwa tipped his head back, taking in a sip of his drink.
“Hyunjin told me you met him” You blurted.
His eyes turned to you and he nodded, a soft smile on his face “Yeah I did, I told him you were looking for him. Should I not have?”
“Um, no that’s okay…” You said, squeezing the cup between your fingers “I also met Lia…”
He raised his eyebrows “You did, huh?”
“Yeah” You laughed “She’s nice…can I ask what happened between you two?”
Seonghwa sighed, stepping closer to you “It’s a long story”
You quirked an eyebrow “Well?”
“A lot happened. Wooyoung might have probably told you”
“No, all I know is Wooyoung keeps joking that you stole Lia from him”
Seonghwa chuckled “Of course he does. If I knew he liked her, I would never have gone out with her”
“When did you come to know then?”
“After we broke up”
You laughed “Wait, really?”
He hummed “If Woo had told me he was into her, I would never have said yes to her”
“That must’ve been hard for him”
Seonghwa shrugged “I mean, Lia is just another girl. Me and Woo have been friends since we were born, so things like that don’t matter in the long run”
“Right” You nodded, your eyes flickering to Han and Changbin still doing the keg stand. Now it was Han’s turn to be up in the air, and you just hoped he wouldn’t fall or hurt himself.
“You don’t really hate him, do you?”
“What?” You turned to look at Seonghwa.
He tilted his head, the hint of a smile on his face “Hwang Hyunjin. You don’t hate him, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Y/N!” You heard and turned to see Yeji stumble to you. You silently thanked her for interrupting whatever the hell you were going to say to Seonghwa.
“Yeji” You smiled and she pulled you into a hug, crushing her body to yours.
“Whoa” Seonghwa laughed “How have you been drunk for the past five hours?”
“Because I keep drinking” Yeji said, stepping back from you to roll her eyes at him.
“You’re going to really regret that in the morning” He said.
“He’s right” You grabbed the cup from within her hands, half of it still filled with red liquid.
“Hey!” She pouted “You can’t steal a girl’s drink”
“And if I don’t do this now, you’re going to kill me tomorrow morning when you wake up with the worst hangover of the century”
“Fine” She crossed her arms “I need to pee”
“That’s why you came looking for me?” You asked.
She nodded, laughing “You have to come with me”
“Fine” You sighed, placing the cup on the table next to yours. You took her hand, waving a goodbye to Seonghwa as you headed towards Chan’s bedroom. Yeji trailed behind you, hopping every few steps and you led the way.
You felt exhausted already. You’d been at the party almost five hours, and you’d had a tiring day. You just wanted to take off your shoes, your pants and crawl into a blanket right now.
Your feet ached, and your head was throbbing.
You think you’d reached the social tipping point of tonight.
“That boy was so handsome. It’s Wooyoung’s friend, isn’t it?” Yeji asked, leaning into your ear.
“Yes, it was Seonghwa, Yej. I’ve told you about him”
“Yeah, but you never told me he was so pretty”
“Where’s Minho anyway?” You asked.
“Nice change of topic, he’s with Seungmin somewhere I guess”
“Oh, okay”
You pushed open the door to Chan’s bedroom, stopping in your tracks at the couple inside. Yeji walked into you, making you stumble forward.
Lia was on the bed, sitting side by side as she kissed him, her hands in his hair.
“What the fuck, guys?” Yeji said loudly.
They both jumped at the sound, turning to look at you.
“Y/N” He spoke, pulling apart from her, his eyes wide at you.
“Wooyoung?”
“Um” He stood up, and you could tell he was tipsy by the way he did. You had only seen Wooyoung drunk one time, the first night you’d met him and kissed him and he looked quite similar right now.
Lia was staring at you, her eyes narrowed. For some reason, you would have expected your heart to drop at the sight, but it didn’t…
You didn’t feel affected by the sight of Lia kissing him, just a bit surprised and shocked.
You hadn’t gotten a chance to meet Wooyoung tonight, except for when at the beginning of the party Changbin had been cutting their celebratory cake and Wooyoung had rescued you from Bin’s attempts to slather it over your face. Honestly, you hadn’t realized that he was still here, you’d been so drunk and caught up in yourself, running around the place that you hadn’t gotten a chance to fully talk to him.
“You know her?” Lia asked him, pointing to you.
“Yeah, that’s the girl I was telling you about” Wooyoung spoke, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Of course it’s her” She crossed her arms “She’s the one Hwang was looking for all night”
Yeah, you’d definitely drained your social battery. You wanted to run out in the face of this conversation but you stood there, staring at Woo and Lia.
He almost looked guilty, as if he’d been caught cheating, but why did he? He’d done nothing wrong.
Lia seemed far too proud at the moment, and you just wanted to go home.
“Hwang? You mean Hyunjin?” Wooyoung asked, turning to her.
“Do you know any other Hwang?” Lia rolled her eyes.
“Why was he looking for you?” Wooyoung asked, turning to you.
“Because she’s fucking hot, why wouldn’t he!” Yeji interrupted, stepping forward “And they’re friends, now I need to pee so please go find another room to kiss in”
»»————
“So what is going on between the two of you?” Chan asked Hyunjin, sat on top of his kitchen counter as he sipped his drink. Felix was across him, chomping down on a tomato bruschetta and Jisung sat on the bar stool, wiping the red liquid off his shirt. Somehow, the four of them had ended up here together. Hyunjin had gone to get you a drink, but you weren’t there when he came back and he guessed you were probably with Yeji, Jeongin or Seonghwa.
Hyunjin sighed “Between me and who?”
Felix laughed loudly “Who else? Y/N”
Jisung’s eyes narrowed at the question, he lifted his head towards Hyunjin “You better be careful of your next words”
Hyunjin let out a short laugh “Do you really think I’m gonna insult her in front of her best friend?”
“You never know” Han said, turning his focus back to his shirt.
“I mean, we’re hanging out together, I guess” Hyunjin said, turning to Chan.
Chan raised his eyebrow “It seemed more on the balcony”
“You saw us?” Hyunjin asked.
“Not like I was spying on you, I just came in to get something, and yeah, I saw you. You two looked awfully close”
“We were just talking” Hyunjin said.
“They’re fucking” Han said. Hyunjin’s eyes snapped to his.
“Relax, she’s okay with Chan knowing” Han said.
“So everyone but Yeji?” Hyunjin asked.
Felix laughed “That’s unfortunate for Yeji”
“No, if Yeji finds out, it’ll be unfortunate for Y/N” Han said.
“Why? Will she get mad at her?’ Hyunjin bit his lip, concern flashing through him. Jisung raised his eyebrows, not expecting that.
“No” Han replied “Yeji would never get mad at Y/N”
“Then?”
He sighed “I don’t know how to explain this, and I’m not sure its my place, Hwang”
“Right” He nodded “No, I get it. I just don’t want Yeji to be upset”
“She won’t be, don’t worry” Chan smiled.
“You know her too?” Hyunjin asked.
Chan nodded “She was in one of my courses this semester”
“Hyun, could you pass me my phone please?” Felix asked, emptying another drink into his mouth.
“I don’t have it” He checked his pockets.
“I think I left it near the keg stand” Felix sighed loudly.
“No worries, Yongbok. I’ll get it” Hyunjin replied, heading off to the living room. He had a soft spot for Felix.
As soon as he left, Felix turned to Han “You know he has feelings for her, right?”
Han let out a laugh “I think I’ve known it for some time, I just wasn’t sure”
“And what about her?” Chan asked.
Felix nodded “It’s kind of really obvious”
Han spoke “Yeah, she just has to realize it herself”
“So what’s this whole hatred thing they have going on?” Chan asked, curiously.
Han sighed, taking in a sip from the drink next to his “They have a bad history from school, they were both the top dancers of their class, so you can guess that they were always rivals for everything…and they just generally disliked each other a lot. She thought he was the arrogant boy she’s ever met, and well, from her stories of him, he sure seemed like it”
“But why? Did anything happen?” Felix asked “I don’t understand why they’re so hell bent on not admitting that they could possibly like each other”
Han sighed “I don’t know if it’s my place to tell you…and I don’t even know the full story, but…just promise me you guys won’t ever bring this up”
“It won’t leave this room, Han” Felix said, sincerely.
“You can trust us” Chan nodded.
“She had feelings for him”
“What?” Felix asked “When?”
“Back in high school, during one of their musicals, they were both the leads, and they spent hours together. She complained about him to me all day, about how he drove her crazy, but after weeks, at the end of the show, she came to me in tears”
“What happened?” Chan asked.
“I’m pretty sure she liked him a lot at that point, but …I don’t think he ever did. She never told me what exactly happened, but I guess he wasn’t into her, either that…or she saw him kiss another girl”
“Wait, Y/N had feelings for Hyunjin back then?” Felix asked, his eyes widening, still not having processed the first piece of information.
“Yeah” Han nodded “But nobody knows except for me…”
“So, what’s going on now?” Chan asked.
“I wish I knew” Han laughed “They’ve always been attracted to each other, and I guess they finally gave into that. I’m pretty sure her feelings would have come back by now. They spend all their time together, and when they don’t, she’s always texting him. But knowing her, and how hard she took it back then, she’d probably pushed them so far down she doesn’t know how much she likes him”
“I don’t know about her, but he definitely has something for her” Felix sighed.
Han nodded, wringing his hands together “Yeah he does. She’s never really told me the full story of what went down at the musical…but I’m guessing it was bad. That’s probably why she hasn’t told Yeji yet either. Yeji is sort of going to be the last straw. If Y/N tells her, she’ll realize it. She’ll realize that she’s back to where she was in high school, and she hated that more than anything. She told me at that time that she would never let her guard down ever again, or ever fall in love with somebody, especially somebody like him”
“Whoa…” Chan exhaled “It was that bad?”
“Yeah…so even though she’s all over the place when it comes to him, I understand her. Hyunjin’s always been a huge part of her life, one way or another, and…what she felt then must have been strong, since she hasn’t even been in a relationship since then. She thinks it’s gonna end the same way it did back then, and from what I remember…he broke her heart”
“I wish I knew that” Felix said “She’s such an amazing person”
Hyunjin felt drained.
He hadn’t found Felix’s phone anywhere, after looking all over the place and having to talk to way too many people. He just wanted to find you, and go home.
He made his way back to the kitchen., pausing just by the kitchen archway when he heard them talk about her.
“She is. Y/N is my favorite person in the world” Han was talking.
“She doesn’t deserve that” Chan sighed.
“I hope one day she can find somebody who actually loves her, and cares about her. Before all of that happened in high school, she was always so excited about falling in love”
Before what happened in high school? Hyunjin wondered.
“Yeah?” Felix asked, laughing.
“She would talk all day about the boy she was gonna be in love with, how she was gonna make him feel the most loved, and the most special” Han chuckled “I used to think it was naïve, but yeah…she needs that. She doesn’t need…whatever is going on right now.”
What?
Hyunjin cleared his throat, before stepping inside the kitchen. He’d done enough eavesdropping, enough to make his heart drop for some reason.
The three boys’ heads turned to his “Oh, you’re here”
“Um, yeah” Hyunjin tried to sound normal, even though his tone felt shaky “I couldn’t find your phone, Yongbok”
“My mistake” Felix smiled, lifting it up to show him “I forgot I had it all along”
“Oh”
»»————
You stood in Chan’s room, staring at the piece of art hung on the wall. Yeji was inside the bathroom. Did she know about you and Hyunjin? She seemed so unbothered by Lia saying that he had been looking for you.
Maybe she knew all along. You weren’t sure if you should ask her.
You had promised Hyunjin you’d tell her as soon as possible, even though you weren’t ready for the questions Yeji would ask you…
But you didn’t want Minho to be mad at Hyunjin again, you remember how upset he’d been a few days ago. You’d feel guilty then…you wish you knew why it was so hard for you to tell Yeji. You had no qualms telling Han, or Chan or honestly anybody else.
But Yeji?
Something about telling her made you feel anxious and nervous, like everything would be ruined once the words were out.
Like your little bubble would burst, and that warp of time would cease to exist.
The door swung open and Yeji stepped out, a bright smile on her face.
“Thank you for coming with me” She said, zipping up her jumpsuit.
“You don’t need to thank me, Yej”
“So that was crazy about Wooyoung and that girl right? I really thought he was into you…” She blurted.
You laughed, moving to sit on Chan’s bed “I always told you he wasn’t into me”
“But how is that even possible? I’m so sure he was, and he probably just kissed Lia cause he was drunk and she was the closest girl around”
“I don’t think Woo would do that” You bit your lip.
“Well, do you forget how you met him? Drunk, in the middle of the dance floor, grinding up against him?”
You laughed. Yeji did have a point…
“I don’t really know” You crossed your arms.
“Are you upset?”
“Because of Wooyoung?”
“Yeah”
“No, not really” You said “He’s really close to me, but…I’m not upset, because-”
“Because of Hyunjin?” Yeji asked.
Your eyes snapped to hers, heart dropping in your stomach “What do you mean?”
“I mean, Wooyoung is beautiful and he’s so nice. I know I pushed you to be with him…but he’s no Hyunjin” She said.
“Um…what?”
“Hyunjin is the reason things didn’t work out between you and Minho, and then you and Wooyoung, right? I mean, I get it. He’s so gorgeous, I don’t think I could be into any other guy If I was you”
You groaned, as if on cue “Why do you think I’m into him?”
“You’d be crazy not to” She laughed, reaching up to fix her hair in the mirror “He showed up today looking like a dream”
You stared at her. You couldn’t understand what she was getting at. Did she already know or something?
“Yeah…he did” You admitted, thinking back to his outfit, and the tight silver harness wrapped around his upper thigh “He looks really good”
“Why don’t you kiss him then? I caught him staring at you like fifty times. He can’t take his eyes off you”
You sighed, leaning back on Chan’s bed as you looked up at her “I…you really think I should kiss him?”
“If I were you, I would. Those lips- ” She let out a moan, puckering her lips “I can imagine how perfect they would feel”
You laughed.
Maybe you could finally say that you didn’t have to imagine, you had already felt them on you, countless times.
But before you could say it, the door burst open.
It was Hyunjin.
His eyes landed on yours, and then on Yeji. Seeing you sitting on Chan’s bed made his heart stop, again. You looked so good tonight, he didn’t think he could get used to it.
Yeji seemed unfazed at his entry. Fuck, had he just interrupted something?
“Look who it is” Yeji smiled.
“Hey, Yeji” Hyunjin swallowed, eyes darting to yours. He wondered what you two were talking about.
“We were just talking about you”
“You were?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows, glancing at you again.
“Yes, about how kissable your lips are” She said.
You almost choked as she said that, not expecting her to be so bold and upfront about it.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened “Oh…”
“Why are you here again?” Yeji titled his head at him.
“Minho was looking for you…he was worried cause you were really drunk” Hyunjin responded.
“Oh” Yeji pouted “He needs to relax, I’m only nine drinks in”
“Yeji!” You said, not realizing she’d had so much to drink “That’s too many”
“Live a little, babe” She said, then turned her head, indicating towards Hyunjin “You only got one life”
“What?” You flushed red. She was so not subtle.
You could see Hyunjin with a hint of a smile on his face at her words.
“Right, I’ll go meet him now” She said, leaning in to kiss your cheek before whispering “Stop thinking so much”
“Right” You swallowed, as she walked out.
“Bye, Hwang. You’re way too hot for your own good” She sighed, touching his pendant before she headed off.
His eyes flickered to yours as he stepped towards you “Did you tell her?”
You shook your head “I don’t even know what just happened. I think she told me instead…”
He nodded, grabbing your hand in his “She’s too drunk anyway to remember any of this in the morning, maybe next time… but Minho told me he’ll take her back to the apartment”
“Bless him” You sighed, as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand.
“Do you wanna head home too?” He asked, softly “I think I’m far too tired to talk to any more people right now”
You smiled, feeling burnt out and socially exhausted, the alcohol still buzzing in your body and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep with Hyunjin right now.
“You read my mind”
»»————
You stumbled through Hyunjin’s front door. You weren’t sure if the rest of the boys had made it home yet, but you didn’t really care. You were so tired, so tipsy and so happy. Hyunjin had his hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards his room. You slipped off your shoes on the way, abandoning them in the hall.
“I’m tired” You whined.
“Almost there” He mumbled.
He pushed open the door to his room, and you both stepped inside. Your eyes flickered across the things, there were two beds pushed up against either wall, a desk with a laptop you guessed was Seungmin’s and another desk with papers littered across it; sketches and drawings on all of them.
“That’s yours?” You asked, pointing to it.
He yawned, grabbing your shoulders to push you towards his bed “You can see it later, I just need to get some sleep right now”
“And what about Seungmin? Isn’t he coming home?”
“It’s not like we’re doing anything” Hyunjin sighed.
“Couldn’t if I wanted to, I’m dead” You groaned, sitting on his bed. Hyunjin looked at you getting comfortable and laughed “You’re gonna sleep in those clothes?”
“Well, they’re the only ones I have. I’m not gonna sleep naked”
“Why not?” He pouted.
You rolled your eyes “I thought you said you’re tired”
“Well, I’ll never be tired of looking at you” He smiled “Or touching you…or having you in my arms”
“Shut up Hwang” You laughed “Are you gonna change?”
He nodded “Of course. You can wear my shirt”
“Your shirt?”
“It’s better than sleeping in your sweaty party outfit”
“Hey!” You tossed a pillow at him “it’s not sweaty”
He caught it, laughing “Don’t be a brat”
You put your feet up, settling under his blanket and pulling it up to your chin. He turned towards his drawer, and you watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. You were so sleepy you were sure you’d fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, but you didn’t want to miss this.
He tossed his shirt aside, unbuckling his belt and your eyes fluttered shut but you forced to keep them open.
Hyunjin turned to you, and you kept your eyes on his torso. He was shirtless, and just in grey sweatpants now, as they hung low off his lips, showing off his v line.
He looked so good.
The silver pendant was still on, resting on his chest. Your eyes fell to his toned abs and the sparkle of silver on his stomach which drove you crazy and kept you awake at nights.
“You look like you’re fighting to stay awake” Hyunjin spoke, making your eyes flicker to his face, as he reached into his top dresser and slipped on a matching blue hoodie. The sweatshirt and pants combo made him look absolutely so cozy and huggable, and fuckable.
The sweatpants hug so low off his hips, you could see the outline of his dick, you knew he wasn’t wearing boxers inside.
You wish you weren’t this tired.
“I’m fine” You mumbled, tucking your arm under your head as you watched him run his hand through his hair.
He laughed “You know you can look at me naked all the time, don’t force yourself to stay up for this”
You rolled your eyes “You’re so full of yourself”
“And you’re drooling all over my pillow looking at me”
“Shut up!” You groaned, turning onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.
You felt the weight shift next to you as Hyunjin jumped into bed, tying his hair up with an elastic. You scooted over to make way for him, on the tiny bed made for one person.
“I think I’m going to have a terrible hangover” You mumbled, your head already hurt. Hyunjin leaned over, kissing your forehead “You’ll be fine, just go to sleep”
You nodded, turning on your side as you felt him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into him.
You felt so comfortable, you didn’t even realize when you fell asleep, Hyunjin holding onto you, his breaths pushing you into a deep slumber.
»»————
When your eyes opened, it was still dark out. It was probably around four.
You were curled up on your side, and Hyunjin was wrapped around you. His long limbs tangled amongst yours, his face pressed into your hair, and his arms tight around your waist, holding you to him.
The blanket was off you, and on the floor.
You were cold, despite Hyunjin’s body all over you. You shifted in his grip, your fingers reaching out to grab the blanket. It seemed impossible though, since he didn’t seem to let you move even an inch away from him. His hair was tickling your neck and you sighed, trying to wriggle yourself out of his arms.
“Hyunjin…” You said, grabbing his forearm.
He hummed, stirring slightly, pulling you even closer into him, throwing a leg over your hip.
“I’m cold Hyun” You said softly, turning your head to look at him.
“Mm…no you’re really hot” He mumbled.
You rolled your eyes. Seriously? The boy was half asleep but he still made that dumb joke.
“Let go of me for just a second, Hyun” You said, pushing his arm away from your waist, with all the force you could muster.
He sighed, exhaling a deep breath and softened his grip on you “You’re mean….”
“And you’re being a baby” You reached forward, just enough to grab the blanket off the floor and tugged it back on your body. You slid your feet inside the blanket and then turned to look at him. His eyes were half hooded, sleepy, and he looked so cute. His mouth was upturned in a pout as he gazed at you.
“Now can we go back to sleep?” He mumbled, fingers reaching out to touch your waist, curling around you.
His hair was a mess, light blonde strands, all over his pillow, and the hoodie that he was in was crumped up, revealing a flash of his stomach. His sweatpants were even lower, and you could see that he was hard.
He looked so good right now.
“Hyunjin…”
“Yeah?” He asked, opening one eye to look at you, his lower lip still jutting out in a pout. You scoot forward on the bed, pressing your lips to his, tenderly.
He was the most beautiful boy you had ever known.
You curled your hand around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours as you kissed him deeply.
“Y/N…” He sighed, grabbing you by the hips, pulling you forward.
You kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth slowly.
“Stop…” He suddenly whined, pulling back to rest his head against yours.
“Stop what?”
“Stop being irresistible, I’m too sleepy to fuck you well” He mumbled. God, he was so adorable.
You laughed “It’s okay, Hyun. Let’s go back to sleep, yeah? It’s almost 4 am”
“Hmm” He frowned, still muddled with sleep. You doubt either of you would remember this in the morning. It felt like a dream that you forgot as soon as you wake up.
“What is it now?” You asked, running your fingers through his soft, angelic hair.
“I…”
“What is it, Hyun?” You asked, shifting closer to him, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I still want you” He said.
“What do you mean?”
He sighed, biting his lip “You’re gonna think I’m crazy”
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You woke up to the sun in your eyes. You squinted, the bright light was coming in through the window right in front of you and if you or Hyunjin had been smarter, you would’ve closed the blinds before falling asleep.
But you’d been so tired last night. The party had been amazing, and you were so happy that you were able to celebrate with the boys. Han was staying over at Chan’s, Yeji was probably staying with Minho.
Was it weird that you’d slept over at Hyunjin’s? Everything about yesterday felt so…normal though.
Seungmin’s bed was empty, which meant he hadn’t come home last night, or he’d slept in the hall.
The blanket was thankfully still around you, warming you up, and Hyunjin was still fast asleep, as you could tell from his light snores. You rubbed your eyes, your head throbbing just slightly, and you couldn’t even imagine how Yeji would be feeling right now.
She’d had far too much to drink yesterday, an excuse about how this was 3racha’s first party, so she had to make it special. Your phone buzzed and you reached forward to check that it was a text from Han.
Han 6:56 AM:
“Hope he took you home safe. Call me when you’re not busy, girl”
Hyunjin suddenly stirred, tightening his grip around you while he mumbled “Y/N…”
You smiled at the way he was snuggled up around you, being the perfect big spoon. You hated sleeping in other people’s beds, but maybe he could be the exception.
God, you hadn’t even thought through the consequences of this decision, coming home with him, just to fall asleep together. Fuckbuddies didn’t do that, did they?
Maybe you honestly just didn’t care anymore, about what they did or didn’t do. This was the best you’d felt in ages, the warmest, the safest, the happiest.
With him.
You yawned, turning your head to look at Hyunjin, only for him to let out a soft groan.
“What are you doing…” He mumbled, sleepily “Stop moving”
You almost asked why, before remembering what had happened last night.
“I still want you” He had said.
“What do you mean?”
He sighed, biting his lip “You’re gonna think I’m crazy”
“Nothing you say to me right now could make me think you’re crazy” You had said, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. Your brain had been fuzzy with sleep, but you knew what you were saying.
“I…” Hyunjin had hesitated for a second before looking up at you, pulling his lower lip between his teeth “I’m too sleepy to fuck you but…I still wanna be inside you”
Oh.
“Hyunjin…”
“Can I?” He had asked, his voice soft, as if he was actually nervous and you wanted to laugh at the idea that he thought you could ever say no to him.
“Yeah, Hyun” You said, pressing your mouth to his again “You can”
He smiled, sleepily, a dopey look in his eyes before he kissed you back. His hands slid under the shirt that you were wearing, slowly lifting it up to your hips, fingers coming in contact with your wet underwear as he pushed it to the side.
You kissed him again.
The tiredness from the party was lingering and you turned back around, as he wrapped himself around you. He pulled his sweatpants down, just enough.
Peppering soft kisses on your neck, he pushed your hair to one side as he easily slid into you. You let out a whimper at the feeling, and he let out a soft moan, dropping his head on your shoulder.
“You feel so good, baby” He mumbled, kissing your neck “I could sleep like this forever”
“Goodnight, Hyun” You whispered, closing your eyes as you went to sleep, feeling him inside you.
The memories of that came back, along with the feeling of being full of him. Falling asleep like that had either been a terrible or a wonderful idea. You hadn’t even thought about it when he’d asked you, far too sleepy and horny and Hyunjin-y to think straight.
He felt so fucking great, his cock resting inside you.
He stirred a bit now, and you could feel him slowly getting hard inside you.
“You’re the one that’s moving now” You whined, feeling incredibly turned on at the entire situation. He nuzzled his head in your shoulder, kissing you there.
“Fine, I won’t. Let’s play a game” He spoke suddenly, his voice hoarse and raw from talking so early in the morning.
“It’s seven am…”
“So? Afraid you’ll lose?”
“I don’t even know what the game is”
“Whoever moves first, loses”
You laughed. Of course, he had to challenge himself to do something like that. You knew you weren’t gonna be the one to lose, you were too exhausted anyway, so you nodded.
“Sure, Hyun” You said. He tucked himself against you, cuddling on top of you as you closed your eyes to go back into a comfortable sleep.
It had been barely ten minutes before he began kissing your neck. You shifted slightly as his fingers danced across your bare stomach, inching towards your underwear.
“Baby” He mumbled, as his fingers inched back up towards your chest. Your head was clouded with sleep, but you couldn’t ignore the way his lips felt on your neck.
“Hyun…” You sighed, as he sucked on a spot under your ear, nibbling at it. You moaned at the feeling, clenching around him unconsciously.
“I really hate you” He said suddenly.
You blinked “What did I do now?”
“I want to move” He groaned, his cock hardening inside you, making the knot in your stomach tighten.
“What the fuck…the game was your idea in the first place”
“Because I thought you’d give in first” He whined.
“No…I won’t. I can control myself” You said, resisting the urge to shift your hips against his. He felt so good inside you.
“Hmm, we’ll see about that”
He started kissing your neck, his hands sliding across your chest, grabbing it as he squeezed your tits in his palms, his fingers flicking at your nipple.
“You can’t do that…” You moaned.
“I never said we can’t”
“Hyunjin…stop” You spoke, finding it harder to stay in one place and to not give into the temptation of just asking him to fuck you awake.
“Did you really think I’ll give in first?” He growled in your ear. He turned your head to his and started kissing you, aggressively grabbing you now. You moaned as he bit your lip, and you could feel how hard he was inside you. Every little turn or shift of the hips would send a tremble through your body.
He bit down on your neck, teeth grazing over the hickey he’d just given you. He pulled you so your hips were pressed together and your eyes fluttered shut as you grind into him. You’d both given up on the game now.
His mouth moved across your neck, sucking a deep mark into your collarbone and you curled your arms around his forearm, gripping tightly as your fingernails dug into his skin.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Y/N” He moaned “I don’t care”
He suddenly flipped you over, so he was now on top of you, staring down at you hungrily, still barely awake.
“That game was a stupid idea. I have to fuck you right now”
You nodded “It was your stupid idea”
He pressed his lips to your mouth to shut you up. You weren’t even sure how conscious he was, his eyes half closed, full lips red and his cheeks swollen in the most adorable way. He was still in in his hoodie, and somehow that made it seem just as hot as if he was shirtless.
His hands went around your hips as he grabbed your ass with a strong grip, lining up his now fully hard cock up with your entrance.
He didn’t push in just yet. His arms lay on either side of you, his eyes falling to your body underneath his. He thought you looked so good like this. Just barely awake, in his shirt, in his bed, in his necklace, his.
“What are you waiting for?” You teased.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, or you’re gonna regret it”
He slowly pushed into you, and your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling.
“Hyun…” You moaned, throwing your head back on the pillow, feeling the drag of his cock across your walls.
“God, you’re so wet for me” He whimpered, his tone needy and whiney “I slip so easily into you”
“Yeah, you do” You sighed as he grabbed your ass, shifting you further down on his cock. Your toes curled as he bottomed out inside you, his cock resting perfectly within you.
“You’re so fucking tight still” He moaned “You drive me crazy”
He began to slowly thrust into you, lazily, sleepily, but it felt so good.
Your mouth went dry as your eyes flickered back up to his. His fingers moved up to your face, tracing your lips and your tongue slid out to lick them slowly, sucking on them. He groaned at the sight, his cock twitching, thrusting into you stronger this time.
You closed your eyes, head tossed back, letting him set the pace. He was slow, deliberate with each movement. The crescents of his nails dug into your hips again as he gripped you tightly, to thrust harder.
“Fuck…Hyunjin-” You moaned, opening your eyes to look at him. His eyebrows were knitted together, full lips parted, his gaze locked onto yours as his messy morning hair fell across his face. He looked so beautiful, the light blonde strands catching the morning sunlight in them. His hips rolled against yours, slow, steady.
Your heart clenched at the sight of the boy.
He was absolutely perfect.
He noticed the gaze in your eyes, his pace slowing as he leaned down to kiss you “You okay, baby?”
You nodded, kissing him back and grabbing his face within your hands, as he continued rocking his hips into yours, each thrust tightening your stomach.
“I’m okay, you…you just feel so good” You sighed, locking your arms around his neck so you could keep him close to you.
“You like it?” He asked, softly, kissing you, and then kissing the side of your mouth “You like waking up with my cock inside you?”
You moaned at his words “I love it so much, Hyun”
“Am I fucking you well, baby?”
“You’re so good” You sighed, feeling another thrust deep in your stomach, your back arching at the sensation. Hyunjin leaned down to press kisses into your collarbone, yanking your hips down on his cock now.
“You’re my favorite thing to wake up to” He sighed, his cheeks and face red, his eyes half lidded as he chased your highs.
“And you’re mine” You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, wanting him to never stop.
“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this, right?” He suddenly asked, “I’m the only one that can fuck you this well?”
You nodded, even though it sounded more like a statement than a question.
“Good” He hummed, increasing his pace. His fingers dropped to your clit, rubbing soft circles and you let out a moan.You tensed up at the feeling, it felt so good.
“Hyun--please” You cried, feeling desperate now. Hyunjin nodded, going faster, his fingers working at your bud, both bodies moving frantically.
“You’re so…” He moaned “You’re so fucking unbelievable”
Hyunjin then grabbed your thighs, angling himself deeper inside you.
“I’m so close” You whispered breathlessly, as he thrusted hard and fast, until you felt your wave wash over you, the knot loosening inside you as you came undone.
You moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back, the tingling, overwhelming sensation spreading through every part of your body.
“Cum in me” You blurted, pulling his face down to yours again “Please Hyun”
He nodded “Of course”
He increased his pace, chasing his high with sloppy but still perfect thrusts, the air mixed with his groans, and you kissed him, feeling his full lips and his tongue on yours.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” He groaned loudly, needy and whiney, just as he came inside you.
Your eyes shut to revel in the feeling, stars floating in front of your eyes, feeling so full of Hyunjin in every single way possible.
His head dropped down onto yours.
You felt like you were in the clouds, breathing heavily with the boy on top of you. You felt him soften inside you, and you whimpered as he slipped out, collapsing next to you.
“That was…” His voice was hoarse.
“Yeah” You nodded, unsure how you could even speak right now. You turned to your head to look at him, he looked fucked out and tired, sweaty strands sticking to his face, lips glistening wet and swollen, his eyes squinted, the sweatshirt he was in hugging his body, the sunlight hitting his face just right.
What was going on with you?
He turned his head towards you, staring at you, before leaning in to give you a kiss. He suddenly laughed, pulling back, his laughter filling the empty room.
“What?” You smiled “What is it?”
He looked back at you, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes “Weren’t you supposed to be on top this time?”
You groaned “Shut up, you’re the one who wanted to play your stupid game”
“It was fun, wasn’t it?” He giggled, turning on his side to look at you full, his eyes drinking in how you looked right now, in his bed.
“It was a stupid game” You rolled your eyes.
“Not as stupid as you”
“Shut up! You’re such an asshole” You cried, pushing him and he laughed again, loudly, the sound warming every part in your body.
“Don’t lie to me” He said, pulling you back against him “You loved it”
You hummed “Maybe I did”
Hyunjin pulled you within his arms again, running his hands through your hair as he kissed you. You lay on your side, hands tangled in his soft hair, lazily making out for what felt like hours.
Until he pulled back, whining “No, I’ll get hard again”
You sighed, resting your head on your chest “You’re so sensitive today, Hyun”
He laughed, putting his hands inside your shirt to warm you up “I can’t help it with you”
Even though he’d just had possibly the best morning sex, no fuck that, the best sex of his life, he couldn’t help but have his mind drift back to the party yesterday and to what he’d heard in the kitchen.
Han’s words floated around his head, making his stomach clench with anxiety. About how you didn’t need this right now, especially after what happened in high school. What was he even talking about? All he remembers from high school is hating you, and you hating him back, but that was no revelation or anything new.
What else had even happened ?
The way he’d felt about you yesterday was no joke, and he would be stupid to boil it down to just attraction, right?
Hyunjin could admit that he was stupid at times, but that would be a new low.
Being out there in the balcony with you had made him feel all sorts of ways, and maybe everybody, including him knew he didn’t really hate you anymore.
Of course he didn’t.
Not with the way he was reveling in the feeling of you within his arms right now, kissing you every few seconds as if that’s what he needed to live.
“My head hurts” You whined softly, and Hyunjin felt his heart tug.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay soon” He pulled you into another sweet kiss.
He wished his head hurt, and not his heart.
And he wish he would have had a hangover this morning instead of you.
At least then he could blame everything he was feeling on the alcohol.
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tasm yandere!peter parker x reader headcanons
cw // kidnapping, delusion, stalking, toxic relationship, yandere
god i love andrew’s peter 😩😩
- hes obsessive, and sarcastic, and playful, and so so so so possessive.
- he falls hard and fast for you. losing gwen left him vulnerable. so seeing someone so kind, so open to love him, left him fumbling.
- he never thought he’d love again not after gwen, but you… you came into his heart with only a smile
“hi! im y/n!” you introduced yourself to the man sitting next to you in your public speaking class. your professor had turned away, telling everyone to talk amongst themselves as he set up.
“peter.” he smiles, shaking your hand. you smile wide and let go.
“welcome to public speaking! now that you’ve introduced yourself, make sure to exchange numbers for projects and homework help. however, im here to help if any of you need it.” your professor starts to rattle on about the class, asking everyone to take out laptops or notebooks to write down due dates. you take out your laptop and a post it. you scribble your number down and slide towards peter. he picks it up and stares for a couple seconds. he looks at you with surprise, but sticks the post it on his laptop. you turn back to pay attention with a smile on your face.
- you guys study together, eat lunch together, stay over at each others dorms or houses very often too.
- although peter’s not your only friend, you guys will get close very fast.
- peter will be constantly scrolling through your social media pages, trying to stay updated on where you are.
- if you post a snap of you and your friends at a party, surprise! peter’s there too!
- tweet about wanting something sweet to eat? peter’s at your doorstep in 5 minutes, holding a bag full of snacks.
“ugh, im so hungry.” you groan to your friend on facetime.
“i know, i saw your tweet.” she laughs. you watch as your friend folds her laundry. “aren’t you supposed to be finishing your paper?” she lifts an eyebrow as she folds her skirt.
you open your mouth to defend yourself when theres a knock at your door. you look at her, confused. “i- i dont think i invited anyone over?”
“be careful. i’ll stay on the call.” she warns as you get up to check. you nod and peek through the eyehole. you feel relief spread.
“it’s just peter.” you sigh, relieved. she lets out a breath.
“still, be careful. he might be your friend, but he’s still a man.” she purses her lip and you smile at her worry.
“don’t worry, peter’s a nice guy. he’d never hurt me.” you open the door.
- he wont see how fast he’s fallen for you until he realizes that he passed your place every 5 minutes during patrol.
- he’ll feel insanely guilty about loving you, he feels as if he’s betraying gwen… not that it’ll stop him. just makes him hesitate.
- peter would definitely kidnap you if he feels like you’re in danger without him around… or if he’s jealous enough
“PLEASE, PETER! STOP THIS!” you’re screaming and pulling at your chains. you can’t feel anything other than pain as the cuffs dig into your skin. he doesn’t say anything as he watches you from across the room. he carefully walks over to you, you use all your strength to try and push yourself off the bed, but with one hand on your shoulder, peter pushes you back down. he watches you with sad eyes.
“stop hurting yourself, (y/n). i’m doing this for you.” he pleads as he rubs the red marks on your wrists. he tries to kiss the marks, but you rip your arm away as much as you could. he lets out a broken whimper and turns away. “be good, please, im going to go get some ice for your wrists.”
you glare as he gets up and kisses his hand and lays it on your forehead to he put some distance between the two of you. but as he reaches the door out, you yell out, “spider-man will find me, and he’ll save me from you.”
peter pauses, and you feel smug, but he turns and you see a flicker of a grin on his face. your blood runs cold, “i am spider-man, baby.”
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if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k
Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.
paring: rodrick x reader
genre: fluff. lots of fluff
Credits to the maker of the picture!
15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday
Plick, plick, plick
My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.
Plick, plick, plick
I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.
I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.
“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled
“Evening, Heffley.”
“I need to tell you something!”
“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”
His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”
I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.
“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked
“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”
My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.
“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”
“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.
His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.
“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”
“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.
He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?
The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.
“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”
“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.
He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.
“Tomorrow”
~~✰✰✰~~
14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon
“Should we take it from the top?”
Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.
“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.
Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”
“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”
“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”
Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.
“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.
He sighed, “nerves”
I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”
He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”
“Oh god. What?”
A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.
“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.
I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”
He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.
Maybe I should just say yes.
~~✰✰✰~~
The Day of the Contest
For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.
I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.
The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”
~~✰✰✰~~
30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms
It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.
“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”
“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.
I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”
He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”
I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.
“Close your eyes.” I ordered.
As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.
“Done”
He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?
Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”
I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.
~~✰✰✰~~
“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.
Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.
Now or never Y/N…
“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”
He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.
I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.
His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.
How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.
“Hey, Rodrick.”
“Yeah?”
“If you win I’ll kiss you again”
We both knew I would kiss him regardless.
I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)
please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that
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Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)
You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.
“You sure this will work?”
“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”
Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.
Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.
Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.
The audacity!
To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.
Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.
He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.
But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.
At first, you brushed it off.
He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.
Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.
PERIODTTT.
Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.
“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”
“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”
A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.
Katsuki grimaced.
“Whatever kid, c’mon.”
He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.
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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”
The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.
Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.
“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”
“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”
“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”
Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.
He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.
A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.
He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.
His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.
As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.
Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!
What the fuck was this shit?
Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.
CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?
Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest
CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!
Y/N: 🤷🏾♀️ first time for everything.
Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.
He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.
So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?
Y/N: u entering or what? 👀
CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.
Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾
He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?
Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!
His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.
CMK: how much does it take to win?
Y/N: just whoever has the most.
CMK tipped $150,000
CMK: now take it the fuck down
Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.
CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.
Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.
CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.
True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.
Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.
You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.
Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.
You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.
You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.
If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.
The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.
You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!
“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.
He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.
The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.
Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.
“Oh my god...”
“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.
Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!
“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.
“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.
You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.
He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.
He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.
“You wanna drink, beautiful?”
“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”
He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.
“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”
“F/N,” you replied.
“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”
He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.
“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”
He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.
“Can’t say the same for myself though.”
Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.
“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.
The attempt earned him a giggle.
“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”
“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.
This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.
Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”
“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”
“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”
“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.
“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”
A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.
“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”
“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”
A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh
“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”
He scoffed, amused.
“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”
Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.
Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.
His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.
“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”
“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”
That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.
“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”
His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.
You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.
He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.
“Now we match.” He grinned
“You ass—“
“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”
True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.
Your body was trembling from sensory overload.
“God..” you moaned.
“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”
“Eat me.”
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Voicemail. ~one-shot~
a/n: howdy babes, last night i was reading through @toothpastekissy masterlist, basically gobbling up everything and came upon Leaked Feelings! I loved the concept of it so I decided to write my own version :) lmk if y’all want a part two!
ALSO, i recorded myself singing both songs i wrote for harry,,,, if ya want to know the tunes i was thinking for them, comment if you want them and ill post em.
my masterlist
There they were.
The leaked files.
When you got a call at 4 am this morning, you did not expect your publicist to be telling you some of your exes songs were leaked.
“What’s that got to do with me?” You asked, still half asleep.
“They’re about you, Y/N.” Well now you’re awake.
“What?” You shot up out of bed, padding over to your white desk, fuzzy pink socks on your feet. You opened your laptop and jumped onto twitter, scrolling through with one hand while the other held your phone. #StylesLeak was trending worldwide, as was #Y/N.
HarryUpdates tweeted:
OMG OMG RED ALERT WE GOT LEAK SONGS Y’ALL
FineFuckinLine tweeted:
OOF, what the fucccccck did harry do to Y/N? These are all apology songs!!! No wonder the break up was hush hush
E!News tweeted :
Hey everyone! We know Harry Styles and Y/N L/N stans are up early this morning! Leaked songs from Harry sales have been put out on the web for everyone to see. The two singers had called it quits 3 years ago, but now they’re the trending topic again! #shipname is now trending #1 worldwide, I didn’t ever think we’d see that one again! Go to our website for more!
You heard you publicist let out a big sigh, you put your phone on speaker and set it down on the desk next to you so you could keep looking.
“There are 7 songs, and each one has your name in it or as the title.”
It was a bit of shock, to say the least.
You had hung up with your publicist a while ago and were now debating on whether to listen to the songs or not, you had found a fan account that had the leaked files all ready to go for your entertainment, but something made you hesitate clicking the url.
“You Bastard!” You screamed, shoving him back into the wall.
Mascara was streaming down your face, the satin red cocktail dress you wore now crumpled as your crouched to grab your suitcase from underneath the bed.
“Please listen, it’s not what you think—“ Harry started, you whipped around to the man before you, fire burning in your eyes.
“Oh, really Harry? How is me hearing you say ‘yeah Y/N is alright, but gotta keep the media happy ya know’ on a voicemail I probably wasn’t supposed to get not what I think?”
Quickly, you zipped the bag closed, kicking your heels off and shoving your feet into your beat up converse. He let out an exasperated breath, tears starting to shine in his eyes.
“I—I was drunk Y/N! I was with some friends just joking around and—“
“Drunk words are sober thoughts Harry.”
You snapped back, slipping your tench coat on and racing for the stairs, luggage in hand. You rubbed away the endless tears running down your face as you made it to the living room, collecting your keys.
H raced down after you, mumbling over words—
‘Excuses’, You thought.
Right before you opened the front door, he grabbed your hand that was wrapped around the handle of your suitcase.
“Please Y/N, can’t we just sit down and talk this out—“
“There’s nothing to talk about Harry, you made that perfectly clear when I had to listen to you compare me some ‘other models’ while at a very important record dinner! I had to fucking sit there, eyes on me, and act like you weren’t ripping my heart out one word at a time!”
You snatched your hand out of his and moved out the door,
“Don’t call me,” was the last thing you said before slamming the door shut.
Bringing back those memories was something you didn’t want to do, it had been 3 years since the break up. Harry didn’t come after you, even though a part of you wished he had. Wished he had tried harder to get you back. But alas, shortly after, he started dating a model, Camile or something, and your relationship was tossed aside like yesterdays newspaper.
You moved back and forth with your mouse on the link, eventually you closed the page. Instead of fully chickening out, you decided to go to your favorite platform for celebrity gossip, tumblr.
“At least one of his die-heart fans must have the lyrics written down already.”
You mumbled to yourself, logging into your secret side blog about cats, Captain America, and cute outfits.
After not that much digging you found a blog, harrysmygod, (you definitely rolled your eyes at the name) had a whole posting written out about it already.
“They’re sure on top of everything, I’ll give them that.”
You started to read.
Hello my harries!
So if you’ve been up these past few hours, something big has happened! HARRY STYLES HAD SOME FUCKING SONGS LEAKED!!! And no, I don’t mean songs that could have been on the FineLine album, I mean OLD songs!
And they’re about, you know my fav girl, Y/N! Now, we know their break up 3 years ago was very quick and hush-hush, not much details ya know?
BUT WE GOT THE JUICE NOW LADIES!!
The boy wrote 7 songs that got leaked, and you wonder why I know they’re about her? Y/N is a lyric or title word used in all of them! Thats right, all 7 songs. I’ve done the best thing for everyone and written out the lyrics for you to look through, I’ve only kept one chorus and each new verse, if you listen to the song and its repeated I only wrote it down one for you, blah blah you get it?
Great! Heres the first one, it’s called Voicemail.
You took a deep breath and scrolled down.
The look on your face,
The hurt in your eyes,
Made me realize, my lover was gone,
I never got to say goodbye.
Oh, Oh, Ah, Oh.
The words I had said, not true,
I’m so sorry you heard them too.
When you came home in that dress,
Mascara dripping onto your chest.
I knew I had fucked up,
One voicemail turning us to dust.
If you ever hear this song,
Know that I was wrong,
You were the best thing in my life,
Now those flames have turned to ice.
Oh, Oh, Ah, Oh.
Y/N, please remember the love we once had together,
So I know I am real
And then maybe, we could try to heal.
Heaaaaaaaaaal.
Wow you guys, this SONG! Totally sucks that harry didn’t mean to release them cause totally invasion of privacy (sorry harry), but lucky for us we’ve got some info on what happened between Y/N and him!
I’m thinking maybe a voicemail gone wrong? They could have been in a fight and he said something that cut too deep? Lmk what you guys think, heres the next on called Gone.
You scrolled through them, you read all the songs. Lover’s Funeral, Drunk Thoughts, Empty Seat, Your Sock Drawer, and then finally, Y/N.
Alright, we’ve made it to the last song my dudes. And personally it’s my favorite!!!! This was the last song leaked, but I feel the most important. Here’s Y/N.
Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,
You make my heart fly,
I feel as though I could touch the sky,
I only need your love to try.
My love, love, love
You shine brighter than any star above.
Make me count everyday,
I should have tried to make you stay.
Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N
I know we can agree
That I’m a bastard
Im a flake,
You made the right choice
Walking out on me
But could I have
A second chance,
I know it would be worth it
In the end
Because I’d get,
On one knee,
And promise myself to you
For all eternity.
Oh, Y/N Y/N Y/N
My love, love, love
Oh, Y/N Y/N Y/N
My love, love, love
You gasped, basically jumping away from the computer like it was on fire. Thoughts raced through your mind, you grabbed your head, trying to keep it all together.
He wanted to marry you? Impossible. 3 Years ago this man was thinking about proposing, then how could he say all those horrible things about you?
“He’s not worth another heartbreak, stop it, stop it!” You chanted to yourself.
While you paced back and forth making a dint in your soft white carpet, you had tuned out the notifications for instagram, twitter, and calls coming through to you.
But then a certain dial tone popped up that you had only set for one person.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
You glanced to your phone on the table and froze.
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent you a message.
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent you a message.
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent a voice file “Mrs. Styles.”
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent a voice file “I Should Have Fought.”
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent a voice file “I’m Sorry.”
<3
here’s part 2!!!!!!!!!
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OH! How about Streamer!Kenma’s s/o is a you tuber and Kenma never knew somehow until someone in his stream mentioned it? 😳
((Oh we love to see it!!))
Goin Live
you were a aesthetics type youtuber!
kinda like conan gray, jazzy lee, dustin vuong and linh truong!
you did clothing hauls and get ready with mes!
to be honest you wouldn’t care if he found out, it’s not like you tried to hide it.
he would see you editing and ask about it from time to time.
“is that a project or something?” he asked.
you scrunched your face, “uh i guess so?”
“mm looks good, i’ll be in the other room, stream starts in a few minutes.” he kissed your cheek and you hummed.
your video went up a few mins later. and after you decided to nap. editing is hard asf 😔
meanwhile in kenmas stream.
ken was playing minecraft with a few friends
if you watch callmecarson then you’ll know who these ppl are but if you don’t,, just know they’re gaming streamers/youtubers
“travis your base is on fire” kenma said.
“nOoO my base!!!”
a group laugh was shared in the discord call.
a bunch of “rips 😔” in the chat.
“ilovapplepie thank you for the 300 bits” kenma said.
“oh fuck im dead im dead im dead im dead” kenma mumbled backing up from the baby zombie coming after him.
“why is is going so fast no please-“
he died.
his hands slammed on the table and the chat went F E R A L.
“he’s baby raging right now chat” carson joked and kenma turned on his voice changer to sound like a child—
“i’m not BABY RAGING!”
kenma felt a bit bold in this stream tonight okay, let him live.
anyways
when the call died down he read more comments his fans made.
“applebabble thanks for the $10 donation”
whenever a money donation would come in, the donator would be able to send a message that the streamer would read aloud.
“Kodzuken did you watch your s/o’s new youtube video, it had you in it. i didn’t know you were actually affectionate to them” kenma read.
his eyebrows furrowed.
“what youtube video? y/n doesn’t make youtube videos.” he stated matter o factly.
his chat sent links to your youtube channel, and he decided to leave the game and call to watch them live.
the first vid was the video you just posted before your nap. “Day in the life of a college student (little peeps of the bf 🥺)”
the screen showed your face with a smile,
“hi guyss, todays video will be a bit more chill. it’s exam time and during this coronacation me and my boyfriend have been quarantined together and-“
in the distance of your vid you could hear kenma yell.
the camera zoomed in on your face while some text over you said “he was playing csgo”
kenma chuckled at your facial expression.
“aNYWAYS—“
he continued to watch your video, making comments on how cute your editing style was
and how you made their apartment look much better than it actually is.
another kenma appearance in your vid he noticed when you were filming your mid torso because you were cooking.
your sweet music cut off so the viewers could hear the convo you both had.
your captions at the bottom read that he was taking a break and came to get a snack.
“hi ken~”
video kenma mumbled back to you.
the video showed his arms wrapping around you from behind and a kissing sound was heard.
the captions at the bottom said “my stomach feels like 🦋✨💫🌸🌸💗💗✨✨🦋🦋🦋🌸🌸💫💫 whenever he kisses me 🥺🥺🥺”
kenma cooed in his head.
his face heated up and the chat yelled about how sweet he was to you.
“how did i not notice them filming?” he asked himself.
after binging a couple more vids he decided to end the stream to go talk to you about the channel you never told him about.
when he opened your shared rooms door he saw you sleeping soundly in the bed.
you were wearing his bouncing ball hoodie and your laptop was by your feet. your black cat, tetsu (you named him, not kenma), laid on one of the pillows licking his paws and watching you.
kenma took a picture, you were just so breathtaking.
he laid in bed with you, the bed shifting beneath him.
you squirmed and slightly opened your eyes, seeing your boyfriends golden cat like eyes looking down at you.
a sleepy smile grazed your face as you snuggled into him.
peace was the only thing you could describe how you felt.
he kisses your head and closed his eyes. sleep taking him slowly.
but not before mentally reminding himself to talk about your channel later.
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Together
hey guys, so this is my first ever post of something ive written. im trying to get back into it so please bare with me while i get back into the swing of it.
pairing Kenny Omega x Reader
summary: your fed up with being stuck in the uk so decide to fly back to Florida (I am aware this probably has some holes in terms of the pandemic, but its only fanfic)
warnings: none
Life was hard enough being in a long-distance relationship with the one and only Kenny omega and thats before adding the stress of a global pandemic into the mix. Late night phone calls and facetime was becoming the only way the two of you would get to spend quality time together but seeing his handsome face over the phone was just not enough for you.
“I need to see you ken, I miss just being in the house with you, it’s not the same on my own”.
“I know babe, but hopefully soon you can get a flight and come back to Florida and see me, I miss you too” said Kenny. “so much”
You needed to see your man, it felt like your soul was missing something, some important piece that just made you whole and happy. Despite your friends and family telling you to stay put in the UK you needed to get back to Florida, that was your home now. The place where you and Kenny had put down roots and decided to begin the next chapters of your lives together.
“you can’t just go to the airport and get a flight” your mum had said to you “they won’t just let you on the plane the way things are at the moment, it’s not ideal (Y/N), but that’s the way it is”.
Deep down you knew she was right, it was not the ideal time to be travelling, but how long do you (and could you) stay in the UK at your parents’ house for? You needed to go home, not only for the sake of your relationship with Kenny but for the sake of your relationship with your family, you loved your mum and dad but living back with them after all the years of having your own place was becoming harder by the day. Getting your laptop out you decided now was the time, you were going home.
After the stresses of the airport, the flight and getting into the country you were glad to be on your way back to your home in Orlando. You could not wait to get back to your own space, back to random afternoons spent chilling by the pool and most importantly back to Kenny.
As you pulled onto your drive outside the lovely home you had purchased together in a friendly gated community you could not help but feel relaxed, like a weight was lifted. Being back in your element was soothing your soul. The only downside was you noticed Kenny’s car was missing.
“probably at the gym” you thought aloud, before hopping out of your car and making your way into the home you had made your own together.
“Kenny, you home babe” …. no answer, he was definitely out, but never mind you thought, it would give you chance to get settled back in and tidy up the place a little, not that Kenny was messy, but he was a man and those little things he would do around the house still bugged you after all this time.
After cleaning up a little you unpacked your things and decided on a nice bubble bath to freshen up ready for surprising your love, you hadn’t told him you were coming home and the thought of him not being excited to see was itching away at the back of your brain. Trying to push the anxiety away. you laid back in the hot soapy water and relaxed.
After a while of soaking away you got out and got dressed into your favourite loungewear, after all these years together you no longer felt the need to dress to impress, not that he didn’t appreciate the effort when you made it, but Kenny wasn’t the type of guy who expected you to be dolled up to the nines all the time, in fact he loved you most when you were at your natural best.
A little while later, and a couple of beers in you heard the front door open and knew straight away Kenny was home, you did not make a move, you waited for him to come to you. After all, hed probably (most definitely) seen your car parked up and realised you had made the trip back home. “babe, you home” he shouted from the hall.
“yeah babe, just in here. I’m in the lounge” you shouted back.
“what?!...when did you get home, why didn’t you call me” he was smiling and you could tell he was happy to see you, all the anxiousness floated away.
“I grabbed a flight out before they all got cancelled, I couldn’t stay with my parents anymore god love them” you laughed. You went in for the hug and could see the look on his face, “babe I had the test to fly I’m good”.
“I wasn’t…I didn’t…I’m sorry it’s just…” he stumbled.
“its fine, now come here …unless” you trailed off, and before you could say anything else, he wrapped you up in a big bear hug, you had missed this, him, the way he smelled and the way he just made you feel about yourself. It had been a while since you’d been together, you hoped he hadn’t got too used to his own space, what if things where awkward and the spark had gone? But you needn’t have worried, you soon fell into that familiar comfort of each others company, that was what you loved so much. At the start it was hot and heavy yes, there was the stage of not being able to keep your hands off each other but what you had now was unlike any relationship before. He really was your best friend, you could tell him anything. You didn’t need to be ripping each others clothes off (as fantastic as it was) to feel close to each other, this was real and you just knew it was going to be forever. And you couldn’t wait to get started on it …all over again.
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A/N: I accidentally posted the request before I finished LOL. So I don’t know much about Tsundere relationships, but I did some reading on it just before I started writing and I hope I did the request some justice! Also I’m literally Kankuros bitch <3
Ps, I’m sorry I didn’t put a keep reading thingy idk how to do it on mobile and my trash laptop is broken 😭😭
Also I didnt include tobirama bc I absolutely hated how his turned out and I had to delete it im sorry 😖
✎ Tsundere relationship! (Hidan, Kank, Naruto)
Kankurō
Ahh, where to start? I think you’ll meet on a mission co partnered with the Leaf...
You and Shikamaru are sent to assist the Sand on a mission. Now, we already know Kankurō is a bit of a sassy mf when it comes to the Leaf like I think he whole heartedly believes the Sand is superior and you also have those feelings about your own village... So there’s an instant dislike for one another. Kinda like an instant rivalry.
Literally the first thing you say to him is “So, the Sand can’t take care of their own missions?” And that sets Kankurō off, “What, how dare you- ack! Temari, that hurt! I’m not gonna let her walk all over us like that, I’ll fight you right now you Leaf Village bi- ow! Temari!” Shikamaru has to hold you back LMFAOO you’re ready to throw hands “Huh, what’s that? Sounds like you’re really determined for me to kick your ass?” He lowkey liked when you said that to him lol.
Anyways, the two of you are bickering the whole entire way to the missions destination. You’ll tease eachother about anything and everything you can. So, once you find out about his puppet master jutsu its only natural that you fall on the floor with laughter. Like full on tears and strangled breathing. Now this is something you can really tease him about.
“What! You still play with dolls? I bet you have little sleep over parties with them and do their hair-“
You’re cut off because he tries to trap you in the Ant. Temari has to strangle him and force him to let you out. You’re lucky he didn’t iron maiden your ass LMFAOO.
This is the kind of the energy you guys carry whenever you see eachother from now on. He’ll see you more often too because you carry out a lot of Leaf and Sand allied missions and duties. Rip to anyone who gets put on a mission with you two tbh.
But on one particularly hard mission it ends up down to the two of you fighting off like 10 enemies. He’s trying to focus on fighting them, but he can’t stop thinking about if you’re okay. His distractedness earns him a particularly hard blow.
You end up having to fight off the remaining enemies yourself, all the while protecting him. The last thing he remembers is you screaming his name when he gets hit and the fear that was in your eyes at seeming him like that. It slowly turns to anger and then you kick the bad guys asses. He’s like half conscious but is laying there like: whatta bad bitch. Then he passes out.
Starts to really admire you after that and his comments aren’t as snarky when he sees you next. It’s more like little jabs and teases because that’s how he shows his affection, but they were no longer the hardcore roasts he’d dish out before. You probably stop flaming his ass too because let’s be real here; you’ve both obviously been attracted to each other from the start you just didn’t want to admit it.
Like cmon, he didn’t wait for you at the gates every single time he knew you were visiting just to insult you first. No. He came there to see your cute ass first!!Same goes for you, like you didn’t take all the missions to the Sand for nothing. You came there to see your fav hot headed puppet master.
He’ll ask you out a few months later, when you end up at the Sand again. Probably takes you to dinner before going back to his place. I 100% see him showing you his puppets and this time you’ll actually show your interest and not just tease him lol. Probably ends up making out with you on his workbench. Ok that’s all.
Naruto
You meet eachother for the first time at Ichirakus. Second to Naruto, you actually bring in the most cash for the place. So it’s surprising you two had never met each other before.
Until now of course. He’s just gotten back from a long mission and he’s dying for some ramen. He strolls right in and orders a miso pork ramen, but the old man tells him there’s no more pork left.
Probably flips his shit like who tf ate it all?? Then the old man points at you. You’re sitting there chowing down you’re literal 15th bowl, the giant stack of empty bowls next to you proving it. You watch the blondie charge right at you while you eat the last miso pork bowl of ramen for the day.
You put the bowl down and wipe your face just as he stops right infront of you, very close to your face. You can see the anger in his eyes, but you are not giving up. Also, the guy looks sorta comical so you basically laugh in his face which gets him more worked up.
“What are you laughing about? You just ate all of old mans pork for the day!! That last bowl is mine, believe it!” Once again you laugh in his face because you just can’t help yourself. Probably end up fist fighting eachother on the spot. Neither of you win because one of you ends up smashing into the bowl, sending it flying right at the old man. He kicks you both out, right after you pay your tab of course.
This arises a competition of who will eat all the miso pork ramen first, it goes on for a good few months. Ichirakus is swimming in your money now. Until one day, when you two arrive at Ichirakus at the same time. You basically have a show down. Unfortunately both your wallets are cleaned out and you can’t even pay off your bills anymore so you’re now indebted to the ramen place.
Narutos mission money won’t even cut it anymore and you can’t pay your debt off either. So you both have to get a job doing Ichirakus dishes until you can pay your debt off.
At first you two wanna strangle each other everytime youre in each others line of sight. But slowly — veryyyy slowly, you start to bond over your love for ramen. Like you can probably sniff the bowls before you clean them and tell instantly what ramen was eaten out of it.
You discover you both have the same favourite instant ramen, the same favourite Ichirakus order, etc... Then before you know it you actually start dating. Nobody knows how it happened because you were rivals for a good couple of months, but now all the sudden your holding hands while and eating ramen together peacefully. Mind blown.
Hidan
You’re a brand new Akatsuki member and you’re cute. Really cute. Not only was Deidara drooling over you too, Kakuzu just asked to file your taxes. Do you even do taxes? You’re a rouge ninja. Anyways, Hidan is so sure that Jashin would love to have you.
You two start taking to eachother and actually getting along pretty well, until he mentions Jashin. You shut him down so quickly after that. Like you’re not interested in his fake God, no matter how cute he is.
From then on he tries to ignore you or is just super petty towards you all the time. Like you just got back from a failed mission with your Akatsuki partner and he’s at the hideout mocking you like “if you prayed to Jashin with me this wouldn’t have happened.”
Literally so fucking petty.
Anytime you suggest an idea to the Akatsuki he immediately tears it down. It doesn’t really matter when he does though because nobody really listens to Hidan anyways, it’s just annoying.
You two get put on a mission together one day because Kakuzu has some important money buisness to take care of. Hidans so pissy about it, “oh come on! Out of everybody you picked y/n? She doesn’t even respect my religion, how are we supposed to work together!?” Kakuzu just looks at him and is like “Hidan, I don’t care about Jashin either.”
Butthurt the whole journey. If you guys get bombarded or run into trouble he probably doesn’t even bother backing you up. If anything he tries to feed you to them LMFAOOO. Such a jerk.
Then, once he thinks that all the bad guys are gone he turns to you all confidently because you got your ass whooped and he’s like “see, I bet if you prayed to Jashin you wouldn’t be injured this bad-“
An enemy just stabbed him right through the chest and he watches the look of shock on your face. That’s when he gets an idea. He falls on the floor super fucking dramatically and you have to take the last guy down for him.
Then you kneel next to him and cradle his body because yes he was such a petty bitch but he actually started to grow on you. So you cry and in this distressed moment you probably even attempted to pray to Jashin because you’re desperate as fuck.
This bitch really makes his eyes flutter open and is like; “y/n?” Really fucking plays off that he was unconscious, “Jashin... Jashin saved me.”
Your ass just got clowned but I mean you believe it because like he just got stabbed right through the heart. Even immortal people should die if they were stabbed in the heart, right? It seemed like it was the case.
So yah he basically just emotionally manipulated you into being semi interested in his religion.
Then he stops being petty with you and probably asks you to sleep with him as an offering to Jashin. “It’s only fitting! He just saved my life afterall.”
Literal definition of a sleeze bag <3
#naruto shippuden#naruto#naruto headcanons#naruto imagines#naruto x reader#hidan x reader#kankuro#hidan headcanons#anime headcanons
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Some Yakuza WIPs
I’m really stuck on this next scene in Summer, 1985 and can’t get my brain to focus. I shouldn’t start anything new while I’m working on this, can’t get distracted. But have some WIPs I have saved up. The encouraging words are helpful c:
A Jug of This - Kazumaji, Ishin
“And now I’m old and can scarcely crawl.” Okita feigned age, collapsing into a sit on the stage. “I’ve an old grey beard,” he tugged at his goatee, “and a head that’s bald!” He bowed his head forward, patting his not at all bald head, although several greyer and balder members of the audience laughed. “Crown my desire! Fulfill my wish!” Okita’s voice soared and Ryoma suddenly found himself pinned by his gaze, sharp and searing. Ryoma’s breath stopped. Okita swung an arm around a passing maid, “A pretty girl and a jug of this!” he crowed; the spell broke, leaving Ryoma gasping for air.
Working Title: Jealousy - Kazumaji, past Majima/Nishitani, post-Yakuza 0
“I see I’ve missed my chance,” Nishitani sighed, reaching out a hand and caressing Majima’s hip fondly. Still too thin, he needed some meat on those bones.
“Wh-What?” Majima panted, looking back at him over his shoulder and slowing to a still, impaled.
Nishitani sniggered. “Give me a little credit, honey. I’ve had more than one goodbye fuck.”
Working Title: Mine Has a Problem - MineDai, background Kazumaji
“Never think of asking anything of me, I am here to serve you,” he murmured, looking at the pages before him and not seeing Daigo flush slightly. “Our compliance rates have taken a nosedive,” Mine frowned, at last looking up from the chart, “What’s happened?”
“Apparently since Kiryu-san left town, there has been a dip in confidence in the Tojo Clan,” Daigo confided, grimacing, “People are less willing to put stock in us without the guarantee of superman should anything go wrong.”
“Idiotic,” Mine chided, looking back at his laptop screen, “If a clan is only as good as one man, it has no business being a clan.”
Daigo raised an eyebrow. “I’m inclined to agree with you, but I forget that you’ve never actually met Kiryu-san. You might feel differently if you had.”
Mine glanced up at his Chairman. “I yield to your superior knowledge,” he bowed his head, turning back to the screen, “I only wished to point out that the Tojo Clan got along quite well without Kiryu-san for some time. Or maybe you didn’t,” Mine shrugged, “I didn’t have access to your financial records then, though I’ve never been told that Kiryu Kazuma was ever a great asset in terms of money.”
Daigo snorted a laugh and Mine looked up. “No, no I don’t think anyone’s ever called Kiryu that,” Daigo agreed, still laughing.
Prison Letters - Kazumaji, during Kiwami 1, semi-permanent discontinuation
Before the week was out, the next note came. Kiryu found it stuck to the bottom of his shower sandal, with the result that it was slightly damp and grimy, but still legible. Peeling it open with some disgust, there was hair stuck to it, he read the message:
Is this really how stupid you are? I cannot fucking believe you. I warn you about this and what do you do with old Mad Dog’s advice? Shove it up your ass!
I hope your brother’s fucking worth it. You’re going to lose more than time in there, softie. Watch yourself. - M
Working Title: Sex Toys - Kazumaji
In his distraction, he failed to notice how close he was standing to a window until he heard the slam of a body against the glass followed by “KIRYU-CHAN!”
Kiryu’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He turned, white-faced, to see Majima smashed up against the glass in front of him, ridiculous glee on his face. Without a word, Kiryu raced to the register and, god damn it, of course the cashier wasn’t there. Kiryu didn’t even have time to turn away before Majima swung through the door, squealing his name loudly. More than he had wanted anything in his life, Kiryu wished to be swallowed into the ground right this very second. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed.
Majima’s arm squeezed tight around his shoulders. There was no god. “Y’know this is just about the last place I figured I’d see ya, Kiryu-chan,” Majima giggled, “But, oh, ya do surprise me, big boy.”
Working Title: Sleepy Morning - Kazumaji
The ring sparkled in the sunlight, the gold band shining white, the big central diamond almost blinding. Kiryu had just wanted simple bands himself, but Majima had insisted, a big sparkly rock, the kind he’d have to take off if he didn’t want to rip a guy’s face in half. His grin nearly split his face in glee when Kiryu took him to the ring shop and let him choose whatever he wanted. And of course, the biggest, shiniest ring he could find, the kind several women in the shop stared at and gaped as they bought.
And yet, it matched Kiryu’s entirely, not too done up, nothing complicated, just a big stone in a simple band, crafted so expertly the diamond appeared like it was floating there, held up by nothing. It had a beauty to it Kiryu admired and secretly loved that Majima had half bought it just so he could leave an impression of it in someone’s face and know it was Kiryu’s love that did it. He’d never admit to Majima that he liked that about his choice, but, in private, it made him smile.
Working Title: Tabletop Dancing - Kazumaji, during Yakuza 0
“Hey, gorgeous, look at me, open your eyes.”
Kiryu felt someone holding him off the floor and he opened his eyes to see the man he’d been staring at earlier. It was an eyepatch, he realized. Why this was the first thought that came to him as his eyes watered with pain and his head throbbed, he couldn’t say. The second thought he uttered, “Fuck, you’re hot.”
The man smirked and a faint blush graced his cheeks. “Yeah, you’re fine. Hey, you!” The man turned away from him to snap at someone else.
“Hey, hey!” Nishiki slurred and Kiryu tried to crane his head around the eyepatch man to see his brother, but the man held him fast. “Hey, hands off. I’ve gotta -hic- I’ve gotta take him home.”
“You needed to take you both home hours ago, kid,” the man sneered, “and you’re in no condition to take him now. Sit down, sleep it off, I’ve got ‘im.” The man pulled Kiryu fully upright and Kiryu stumbled into him a little, not understanding how much of his weight the man was supporting.
“Oof! Sorry,” Kiryu mumbled.
The man shifted, swinging an arm under his and around his back so Kiryu could lean on him more comfortably. “Don’t worry about it. Hey, I said, sit down, you deaf?”
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i didnt exactly get tagged, but @lieberts said the “whoever wants to do it” thing (like 4 moths ago but i just found it in my likes) so here i goooo
also i tag @krchov @cowardlylearningtobebrave @feathereddamsel @gruntie and @luwucifer-s but like, only very vaguely. feel free not to~
1. MUSIC TAG MEME
Rules: Post your first twenty songs in a playlist on shuffle
Mama (My Chemical Romance)
Stigma (BTS)
Man Who Sold The World (Nirvana)
End of Spring (ONEWE)
Love Maze (BTS)
I’m so afraid (Holland)
Dear my friend (agustd)
O-O-H Child (The Five Stairsteps)
Go Go (BTS)
Time is Running out (The Muse)
Movement (Hozier)
Les Passants (Zaz)
The Witching Hour (ODJBOX)
Feelings (Hayley Kiyoko)
0X1=LOVESONG (txt)
YAYAYA (Stray Kids)
Empire (Of Mice and Men)
Problems (Mother Mother)
Question (Stray Kids)
Kill Your Heroes (AWOLNATION)
(i do not take any criticism on my music taste, least of all a costructive one)
2. Rules: MAKE A NEW POST, bold what applies to you and tag whoever you want to get to know better.
APPEARANCE
I’m an I-need-to-pull-the-driver-seat-all-the-way-in kind of a person // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how I look // I prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward
HOBBIES & TALENTS
i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own (if it was like... chill wildreness. i mean i can get a fire going and shit like that i cant fistfight a bear or whatever) // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIPS
i am in a relationship // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online
AESTHETIC
i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean (i dont like it tho the sea scares me) // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
MISC
i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat ---------
3. THIS OR THAT TAG GAME (1)
sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos (i want a new one... both piercing and tattoo) | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | line without a hook or mr. loverman (what does this mean??) | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague (yo i live here thats wild) or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelons | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | ocean or mountain | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | creative or free spirit | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword ---------
4. THIS OR THAT TAG GAME (2)
indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest (i dont do either) // braids or pigtails // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos (new!! both!!) // summer or winter (both suck) // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon (am european) // strawberries or watermelon (im using this opportunity to pick the other one yes) // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theaters // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction
5. Post one picture from my camera roll (no new downloads) to sum up my personality! u get two bcs they are v good
6. 30 QUESTIONS TAG GAME
RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag others
Name/Nickname: lucy
Gender: female
Star Sign: leo
Height: 170 cm
Time: 22:04
Birthday: july 1 IS WHAT I WROTE INITIALLY bcs i cant fucking read and thought it just said “date” lol anyway its 11th of August
Favorite Bands: bts, stray kids :)
Favorite Solo Artists: sunmi, taemin :) and hozier i cant betray him
Song stuck in my head: la la la la vie en rose
Last Movie: def some horror movie but i forget which lol
Last Show: probably the untamed lmaooo did not even finnish it
When did I create this blog: december 2013 apparently
What do I post: kpop babey
Last thing googled: i gotta fact check lots of shit for work so probs smting sports related (but make no mistake i dont know a single thing abt sports)
Other blogs: what for i dump everything here
Do I get asks: no
Why I chose my url: self-explanatory
Following: 100
Followers: ???
Average hours of sleep: about 8 hours
Instruments: none
What am I wearing: pink pajama shorts with kitties, black shirt torn beyond decent wearability and this dark green... jacket,,, hoodie...thing.
Dream job: village witch
Dream trip: me @ japan:
(i was supposed to go study there starting winter 2020 :) im abt to lose my fucking mind :) so yeah you get a dead meme for this) also new zealand, iceland, and going back to sweden sometime
Favorite food: pizza bithc its versatile, also cereal coz im a child
Nationality: czech (rip)
Favorite song: black swan (bts), levanter (skz), take me to church (hozier), noir (sunmi) (those are from the top of my head current favs theres way more but here u go)
Last book read: MIMOZEMŠŤANÉ V ČECHÁCH (= aliens in czechia) by idk, some married couple thats probs wanted whatever xfiles had but low budget, its pure nonsense, best read of this year, dont regret a single second
Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: magnus archives bich i dont give a fuck; middle earth to blaze it with hobbits; i wanna be one of those lil shaky-head-tree-things in mononokehime
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im super excited to see ffh !!! on another note tho, (sorry for nsfw) imagine thighriding w peter. him holding your hips to control your movements..
AN: kinda got carried away and wrote a whole essay haha but this is my first time posting smut on my blog so please give me feedback! i’d love to improve
Warnings: swearing, 18+ Peter Parker, SMUT!!!
When Peter and you decided to finally get an apartment together with the help of your families you were excited, possibly a little too excited. The two of you always had to plan when you guys could have sex since your dorm rooms weren’t the most ideal place. It especially became less ideal after Peter’s roommate caught you guys fully going at it on top of the covers, not your brightest moment. So to say you were ready to have sex without worrying about someone random barging in was an understatement.
The past week was very busy for Peter that his routine became unbearable for you, it was your first week alone together after all. Peter got home from lectures, worked on assignments, went to study groups, and then came home late at night too tired to do anything.
Watching him walk around in his grey sweatpants and tight t-shirt was absolutely unbearable for you. After he left to his study groups it was like clockwork trying to get yourself off using any and all methods to relieve some of the sexual frustration.
Tonight you decided that you were finally over trying to get off at imagining Peter do stuff to you that you needed to take things into your own hands.
You decided to wear Peter’s red t-shirt that he absolutely went crazy about whenever you wore it, it was like a seduction technique you had. You opted to wear black lace underwear underneath, again Peter’s favorite pair, and no bra. You knew that this was going to finally give you both the action you craved.
Peter’s face was illuminated by his laptop screen as he was typing away for an essay at the kitchen table and of course he was wearing those grey sweatpants that made you tighten your legs together.
You make your way into the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water, reaching for the glass on the third shelf.
It was of course to high so the shirt you were wearing lifted and revealed your underwear. The tapping on the keyboard went to a very slow pace at this change of events and you smirked to yourself, Peter was definitely looking.
After trying to grab the glass you sigh and turn to face Peter. Once you turn he instantly types away again, “Peter can you help me grab this cup please?”
He stops.
“Uh yeah sure,” he coughs and his hand taps lightly against the table before standing up and making his way towards you. He was hard and you could see it through his sweats. Your underwear was damp at the sight knowing you only got him hard with what you were wearing.
He grabs the glass and hands it to you, making direct eye contact and you notice the dark lust filled pupils.
“Thank you babe, sorry to interrupt you,” you pout and Peter’s eyes wander down your body.
He clears his throat again.
“Don’t worry about it. Anything for my girl,” he places a hand on your hip and drags you close giving you a kiss. You bite down on his bottom lip and he moans quietly, using one of his turn ons against him.
You poured yourself water and drank it at the counter watching him type away feeling your underwear getting more and more damp by the second. His concentration was killing you.
Setting the glass in the sink you sway over to Peter and standing behind him you wrap your arms around his chest. Peter turns his head to look at you and you place a peck on his lips. He looks back to the screen and types more. You begin leaving kisses along his jaw and his hands shake as they try to concentrate on typing. Once you got to his neck he slightly tilted it and you leave wet kisses, another moan escaping his lips. You stop.
“I’m not tired yet can I sit on your lap and watch you write until I get sleepy?” you innocently ask your boyfriend.
He hesitates, “Mhmmm.” Peter knew that if he tried to speak his voice would sound too needy. He knew that he hadn’t spent as much time with you as he had hoped. He knew that you were both sexually frustrated out of your minds. He knew that once you sat down on his lap that you guys would eventually get to rip your clothes off and have the sex you both desperatley needed.
You sit with your back facing Peter and try to find a comfortable position. Grinding your hips ever so slightly and feeling Peter’s hard on underneath you. You droop your left arm around Peter’s neck and watch him type away once again.
The veins on his hands were poking out, a sign that he was getting close to losing it.
That’s when you swing your legs to face him and run your fingers through his hair. His eyes close and you hear his breath tremble at your touch.
You slowly start to move your hips along his thigh and moan out at the friction. Peter shuts his laptop and pushes it further towards the center of the table. Your arms wrap around Peter’s neck as his head tilts back in pleasure.
His hands find your hips and help guide them to help your movements. They were extremely tight and you knew that you would have bruises in the morning.
Grazing his cock every once in awhile with your core Peter would let out the loudest groans you’ve heard.
Feeling the pit in your stomach that you have been wanting forever your movements become rapid and you are biting down on your lip.
You let go of the tightness and pant hastily soon feeling Peter release in his sweats as he sighs in content.
“Fuck we needed that,” Peter mumbles as he kisses you passionately.
You stare into his eyes and nod, “Hell yeah we did.”
“Now I don’t know about you but I could go for another round,” Peter pants and two of you rush to take off your clothes.
When you get off of Peter’s lap you notice the wet spot on his light grey sweats and feel yourself getting hot. Peter drops his sweats and you notice another hard on in his boxers.
You lift the red shirt and Peter stares at your bare breasts, your nipples hard from the cold air. You sit on the kitchen table and slowly pull down your black lace underwear while watching Peter pump himself in his hand.
Right as you pull the last bit of your underwear off your leg Peter latched his lips onto yours.
He kissed along your jaw down to your neck and landed on your breasts. He twirled one of your nipples in between his fingers while he sucked dark purple marks on your other breast.
You moan out and he places more kisses until he is face to face with your core.
Peter’s index finger slightly grazes your clit and you whimper, “Wet already?”
“Please Peter I-I need you,” you stammer as you feel Peter’s hot breath against your core. You felt your back arching off the table and you tried bucking your hips towards him.
“As you wish,” his hands pushed your hips down and his the tip of his tongue enters your core.
He licks rapidly and you were a moaning mess.
“God Peter just like that,” you say and your hands shoot down to his hair, tugging him closer.
Peter felt himself grow harder at how much you needed him and how he knew that only he could make you feel this way.
Your thighs wrap around Peter’s head as he continued to lick your clit wildly. Then he caught you by surprise by entering a finger.
“You look so pretty baby girl. So so pretty enjoying my tongue and finger,” Peter says before licking your clit again.
This was it. You started seeing stars.
“I bet you tried pleasing yourself but nothing compared to me huh?” Peter questioned as he entered one more finger and began moving faster.
“Oh god yes. N-Nothing c-compares to you. I needed you s-so bad,” you cry out as you feel your legs shake and the tightness in your stomach becomes unbearable.
“Now princess I want you to let go, let go all in my mouth. I want to taste you,” Peter latches his lips once more to your core and with a loud moan you release.
He slurps up all your juices and uses his fingers to clean the corner of his mouth, licking every bit.
He grazes his finger to your core and you wince. He brings it up to your mouth, “Suck.”
You oblige and suck his finger, tasting yourself.
Peter’s hand goes back down to his member and he pumps himself at the sight of you. Panting and sweaty all because of him.
He sits back down in the chair and continues to stroke his member, moaning quietly.
When you finally catch your breath you push yourself off the table and kneel on the floor in front of Peter’s cock.
Your hand replaces his own and Peter’s head falls back.
You let your tongue swirl the tip in your mouth and Peter whimpers.
Without warning you sink your mouth down all over Peter’s cock, “Fuck.”
Staring up at Peter his eyes are shut forcefully and his lips are slightly parted. You moan against Peter when you feel him hit the back of your throat and his hands grab a fistfull of your hair. He forces his eyes open and he looks at you staring back at him.
“God baby you’re d-doing so good. Do you like my cock? Did you miss me face fucking you?” At the last comment he bucks his hips upwards and you feel tears well in your eyes.
You felt another tightness in your stomach again. You were getting off for the third time and it was just because Peter was moaning because of you.
Peter’s cock twitched in your mouth and you were ready to taste him after such a long time.
Your head was yanked off of his member and you gasp, “Sorry love as much as I want to cum in your mouth I’d rather cum inside you…. You’re still on the pill right?” You nod and he smirks.
He helps you stand up and you hover over his erect member. You feel the tip enter your core slowly and you both let out sighs in pleasure. That’s when Peter grabs a hold of your hips and slams into you, bucking his hips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you bounced on Peter’s cock. Your breasts bounce in front of Peter and he flicks his tongue against one of your nipples.
You moan out, “Shit I missed this.”
“Tell me about it. S-so many times I wanted to fuck your brains out when I g-got home,” Peter stammered and your hand fell to your clit moving back and forth rapidly.
Peter speeds up his thrusts and you were screaming his name, letting profanities fall out of your lips.
You feel Peter twitch inside you and the tightness in your stomach was almost about to be set free.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” you say as you look into Peter’s eyes, resting your forehead against his.
“Fuck… I am too. C’mon baby cum for me,” Peter groans as he looks deeply into your eyes. You feel yourself clench around him and let your juices fall out. You pant and Peter chokes on his breath when he cums inside you. Both of your eyes were closed as try to catch your breath.
You kiss Peter and open your eyes. He smiles a sloppy grin at you as you push his hair away from his face. He leans your forehead down and presses a small kiss.
As you stand up off of Peter, your legs tremble as you walk to retrieve the red shirt that was thrown on the ground.
You throw the shirt back on and put your hair in a messy bun, “You are so beautiful.” You turn and see Peter smiling at you, now fully clothed.
Walking over to the fridge you grab 2 gatorades you had bought earlier that day. You hand Peter a blue one while you take the red one. You sit back on his lap and the two of you drink in silence.
“Well I’ll leave you to finish this essay,” you give him a kiss and head to your shared bedroom. You uncover the bed and lay peacefully with the lights off.
A few minutes later you hear shuffling in your room and the bed sinks next to you. Peter’s face was inches from yours and you look confused, “What about your essay?”
He chuckles, “Yeah about that… If you were paying attention to the screen I wasn’t writing anything. Just a bunch of random words.”
You laugh and place a kiss on his lips, “I love you.”
His thumb softly rubs against your cheek, “I love you too.”
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