Anything?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Summary: You tell your Maestro that you would do anything to play at her orchestra world tour, you just didn't know about her ulterior motives with you.

Warnings: +18, Minors DNI! smut, nat has a penis, inexperienced reader, blowjob, gagging, cum swallowing, pet names, abuse of authority ig, hair pulling, brief mention of infidelity.

Word count: 4.9k

a/n: thinking of turning this into a series idk ✰ series masterlist, main masterlist

It's the first time in eight months that Natasha has asked you to stay after rehearsals. And deep down you want to believe it's just so you had more time to practice the piano solo you're going to play in a few weeks, but the way she looks at you makes you have other kinds of thoughts.

You have your hands just resting on the piano keys while you wait for her to say something. You played the song she composed over and over again without missing a single note, and yet you believe that something is still bothering her. "Again." she says, looking at the pieces of sheet music in her hands.

"Natasha..." you say in a shy tone, and her gaze turns to your eyes.

"Maestro." she corrects you.

"Yeah, sorry, Maestro." you curse yourself internally for having called her by her first name, knowing that within this auditorium she does not tolerate informalities. But you're so tired, your fingers feel like they're going to fall out of your hands from so many hours playing the instrument, that all you want is to go home, your brain just isn't working properly. "Are you sure you want me to play again? I mean, I think it's already clear that I know this song by heart, I didn't even need the sheets to play it..."

"I know, but I still want you to play one more time." you don't even think about contradict her, even though your fingers are practically numb you're not crazy not to do what she asks. You feel intimidated by her presence, and you know you're not the only one to feel this way around her. Natasha is one of the best known names in the music business for being an amazing composer and conductor, and also for her reputation as a serious, busy, arrogant, and even rude person. But you don't care. Just the fact that you have the opportunity to be part of her orchestra makes all her harsh comments worthwhile. You just want to be like her, a virtuoso pianist. "Am I gonna have to repeat myself?"

You're snapped out of your thoughts and back to reality, realizing that your Maestro is staring at you seriously, just waiting for you to keep playing the piano. And you do. You play the song she composed, already imagining the tears of emotion that will fall down the audience's cheeks a few weeks from now. Your fingers — even weak — wander over the instrument's keys almost as if on automatic, again, you have played this song so many times that you can play it with your eyes closed. And you know she wants perfection, you know she wants to push you off to the extreme just to make sure you're not gonna make any mistake. And you smile internally knowing that you're successfully proving to her that you were the right choice. Any other pianist couldn't be as good as you, humbly speaking of course.

You play and play, the auditorium filled with nothing but the beautiful sounds of the notes being combined. For a moment you think how she manages to create such incredible pieces, you try to imagine how difficult it must be to compose a song. You'd give anything to have that talent, you'd do anything for people to start recognizing you as a famous pianist too. Your dream is to work in this field, even if your parents say that being a musician will only make you poor, you try to ignore them.

"Okay, that's enough." she says, after you've finally finished the piece again. She takes off her glasses, hanging them on the collar of her shirt before starting to walk towards you. You don't know exactly what time it is, but you know it's late enough that your parents must be already wondering why you're taking so long. Yes, you still live with them. "You're really talented, if you keep it up I might even consider taking you on the world tour."

You cannot process everything at once. First, she called you talented, she never, ever spoke any praise towards any of the musicians who play for her before. And second, world tour? Is this really happening? This might be the dream of any musician, to go around the world playing the instrument they love, especially if they're playing that instrument in the orchestra of one of the most famous composers of recent years. "Wait, really?" you try not to sound too excited, but it's evident in your voice how much this news has positively affected you. "Natas- Maestro this is... my god this is like a dream for me."

You see a smile forming at the corner of her lips, but it disappears just as quickly as it comes.

"It's a dream for everyone." she leans on the piano, causing some keys to emit random sounds. She's wearing a dark blue suit today, she always wears suits, yesterday you remember she was wearing a red one. Her fiery hair is normally always tied back in a bun, but this time it's loose, complementing her beauty.Her hand almost touches yours, but then you pull both of your hands into your lap, playing with your fingers. "How old are you again?"

"I-I'm nineteen."

"Nineteen." she repeats, looking you up and down. You try not to feel the tension that builds between you as silence settles in the auditorium, but you also think that this could just be you making things up in your head. Well, she is in fact a really beautiful woman. But you know that being attracted to her would be very inappropriate, so whenever you start thinking about her that way, you end up committing yourself to something else so as not to delve further into that feeling. But sometimes it's not such a bad feeling. Not that you understand much about the whole attraction thing either, you've kissed only one girl in your entire life, never been touched, so this must all be just admiration towards your Maestro. "You must be busy with college then."

"I mean, yes, but I wouldn't miss this opportunity for anything." you say without thinking straight. All you want is to get your degree in music. But the idea of ​​traveling the world doing what you love is just too exciting. You couldn't believe it when she chose you to play the most important part of her symphony this time, during the months you played for her you only played the less important parts. Maybe this is your lucky year, finally your talent can be recognized by other people. "I might just take some time off, get back to my classes after the tour."

"Oh, you're already thinking of alternatives huh?" she says with a chuckle, and you feel your cheeks flush. "I just suggested it, after all you're not the only talented pianist I know."

And all your hopes have just gone down the drain.

"But who knows, it's not something I'm going to discount either. If you play as well as you're playing at the big presentation in a few weeks, you really could be my first choice." you don't quite know what to say, but all you want is not to disappoint her.

You look down at your hands in your lap as silence returns. You wonder how amazing this opportunity would be, how it would make you finally start growing in a career that doesn't even exist yet. At the same time you want to get up and leave, because this annoyance inside you just grows, you don't know what's going on, being alone with her is messing with you and you don't even know why, but you also don't know if she wants you to play one more time or not, so you just sit there in silence.

Natasha on the other hand can't take her eyes off you. From the first time you walked through that auditorium door you caught her eyes, and since then she always managed not to stare at you for too long so as not to make her attraction to you so obvious.

But when she realized that in addition to being beautiful you were also talented, this obsession she had for you only grew, and it became harder and harder for her not to want to have you completely. So in asking you to play the piano solo, she also saw an opportunity to spend more time with her favorite student. She wanted to ask you to stay after rehearsals for weeks now, but you played the song so perfectly that there was no reason to make you stay and practice more. But today, even though you didn't miss any notes, she asked you to stay anyway. And now she won't let you go until she gets what she really wants from you.

You've never looked at her differently, so she knows you don't feel the same way about her. But she doesn't really care either. "You know." she says in her husky, deep voice, making you look up into her green eyes. "There're also other things you can do to get the spot on the world tour."

Your eyes shine when you see your hopes return, and you open a sincere smile. "I would do anything, seriously." you admit without knowing her intentions.

"Anything?" there's a malice in her tone, but you're too naive to notice. She sees a little bit of herself in you — when she was just a teenager who was discovering her passion for music — and that made her feel a connection to you. But you don't know anything about it, you don't know the way she feels about you. For you, it wouldn't make sense for a woman like her to feel the slightest bit of attraction to you.

You stare at her waiting for her to say something, one of her hands starts tapping some random keys on the piano. When her eyes are focused on her act you end up roaming yours quickly over the features of her face, how her red lips call you so much attention. You had thought about kissing her, yes, you thought of her in those ways, but then again, you always threw those thoughts away. You stare at her for so long you think she's noticed, because she looks back at you with arched eyebrows. "There is this thing, that you can do."

"Well... like I said, I'd do anything to get the spot."

She doesn't try to hide her smile this time, and you can't hide your confused expression as she pushes one of your legs to position herself directly in front of you, her body still leaning against the piano. You look up at her, and Natasha bites her bottom lip when she sees your lost puppy eyes. "I think you're really pretty, did you know that?" she brings one hand to your cheek, and you freeze as she starts to caress it. "Bet you have other kinds of talent, don't you?"

"I..." you try so hard to understand what's going on, you don't really know what she wants from you. And noticing all of your confusion only makes Natasha even more euphoric. Her thumb trails across your bottom lip, before slowly sliding inside your mouth. You don't have time to do anything when her finger presses down against your tongue, and you want to not like it all, you really do. This is wrong, but at the same time it feels so right. It is not possible that those doubts you had could be true after all, that in fact she could be attracted to you. It wouldn't make sense, right? It takes you a few seconds to turn your face away from her touch, feeling your cheek slightly wet when her thumb briefly brushes over it. "Maestro... this is... this is inappropriate."

"What?" she asks innocently. "I did nothing."

"You just..." you stare at her in disbelief, and you just don't know what to say to her. You want to get up, walk away and try to ignore this interaction you just had. But something inside you just makes you not move, it really feels like your body is glued to the seat. "I... I must go... it's late."

"It is not." she says, you know she's lying. It must be past ten o'clock, and you still have to take the subway home. But it seems like she doesn't care, and neither do you. "Come on... are you gonna tell me you don't want this?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." you play dumb, even now you already have some ideas of what her second intentions might be about. And you're enjoying it, fuck, you really are. You shouldn't, you want to not think of her having you the way she wants to, but the thought of that being wrong seems even more exciting. If you had known that she was also attracted to you, you would probably work up the courage to have done something during all these months that you've been her learner.

"That you don't want me." she slightly tilts her body, making your faces very close to each other. You don't take your eyes off hers, you can see her dilated pupils. "I thought you would do anything to get what you wanted."

"That's not what I meant."

"And what would that be exactly?" her eyes go to your lips, and you end up imitating her act. Her lips so close to yours seem even more kissable. If you just tilt her face forward a little -.

"I know what you want from me... and this... this is wrong, I would do anything but not that kind of thing."

You don't even know if you're really telling the truth right now. You know you want her the same way she wants you, not minding giving up your body in exchange for a favor.

"But I didn't even say anything, you're the one jumping to conclusions here detka." you close your eyes as she starts kissing the pulse point on your neck, lightly sucking your skin, but not enough to leave marks. You despise the fact that this is turning you on, you know she's just taking advantage of you, and you're letting her. "Let's just say this is the easiest way to get you on the world tour." she whispers. "Don't you want this? Don't you want the easy way?"

"I don't know." you say sincerely, whimpering as she turns her attention to the other side of your neck. "This is wrong, we shouldn't, we... Natasha... please..."

You bite your bottom lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping your lips as she lightly bites your neck. You feel the heat between your legs, and you think how deplorable your situation is right now. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks, tucking one of your locks behind your ear. "I can stop, but I don't think that's what you want, right?"

When you shake your head from side to side something inside Natasha changes completely. The thought of you not feeling attracted to her completely evaporates, and knowing that you want her the same way she wants you makes pure ecstasy control her senses. "Fuck..."she lowers her face to your neck again, this time sucking hard. Her tongue roams up your neck, making a tortuous trail to your earlobe. Her breathing is labored, and you get goosebumps as you realize what's about to happen.

She takes one of your hands, leading it to where she'd been wanting this whole time. You can't hide a gasp when she presses your palm against the hard bulge in her pants, and you can certainly feel how big it is. "See what you do to me? Gosh... I have to control myself so much not to be like that in front of your colleagues."

You feel ashamed for doing this, but now there's no turning back. Even if you don't have any experience you want to continue. You want to show her how good you can be at other things, you have so much admiration for her that you would let her do anything to you. Your eyes are closed as she kisses your jaw, and you wonder if she'll kiss your lips but she just pulls back slightly to unzip her pants. "Can you show me how talented you can be at other things, hm?" she asks in a gentle tone, it's like she took the words out of your thoughts. One of her hands on the back of your neck, pulling some of your baby hairs.

"I uhm..." you clear your throat, and nearly choke when she pulls her hard cock out of her boxers. She strokes it slowly in front of you, and you wonder if you'll even be able to take it. It's thick, and if you pay close attention you can even see the visible veins running through it. "I-I've never done anything... I... I'm inexperienced."

You don't know it, but by saying that you made a big mistake. Natasha knowing she's going to be your first just makes it easy for her to do whatever she wants, and she knows you won't have the courage to say no.

"It's okay, I know you're a quick learner." she guides your hand to stroke her, and reluctantly you do. You see some of her pre-cum in her tip, and feel how she gets harder with every move of yours. You have to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the sensation in your sex, while your hand goes up and down her shaft. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this, really... you don't know how many times I touched myself thinking about you."

You don't pay much attention to her revelation, all you can do is focus on your hand movements, which gets faster with each stroke. You don't even know if you're doing it right, but listening to Natasha groan makes you think that in fact you are. You never imagined that you would want to have a cock inside you, but at this very moment all you wanted was this. "Hm, just like that." she murmurs, throwing her head back as you press your thumb over her head, trying to spread some of her juices over the thick length of her cock. Your heart races when you remember that someone could walk into the auditorium at any moment and see this scene of you and your Maestro, and that makes you want to go on even more. "Oh baby... I need more of you."

You look up, feeling her grip the back of your neck, propelling your face forward. "Take it slow hm?" when your mouth touch her tip Natasha gasps in anticipation, and not wanting to take too long to make her feel good you part your lips. You start by placing a kiss on the tip of her cock, before slowly circling the end of it with your tongue. Because it's your first time giving someone a blowjob, you try to imagine it's a lollipop, it shouldn't be that hard. You gently suck on her head, closing your eyes when you can taste her on your tongue. "Looks like someone has no time to waste." Natasha smiles, both of her hands holding the hair on top of your head so it doesn't get in the way.

You just keep working your mouth around the tip of it, it's thick and long, you don't know if you can take any more than that. But for Natasha it's not enough. She wants more, she wants all of it. You're taken aback by her rough movement bringing her hips forward, forcing you to take all of her at once, without any warning. You immediately feel the pain in the back of your throat as she pulls the cock out of your mouth just as quickly as she thrusts it in. The sudden invasion makes your body freeze for a second, realizing that she's just here to use you however she wants. And you actually look forward to it.

"Aww sorry, I couldn't help myself kitty. I just want to fuck your mouth until you beg me to stop." tears form in the corner of your eyes as you get used to your now empty mouth, your hand that was previously on her length now massaging your throat in search of relief. "It's alright, I'll be gentle this time okay?"

Even though you don't believe her words, you just nod, watching her guide you back to her cock. When she enters your mouth again you expect her to start thrusting hard, but she slowly moves her hips forward so that only half of her fills your mouth. "Oh fuck, you feel so warm. Go ahead, help me out a bit with this detka, I know you can do it." you rest both your hands on her thighs for balance as your head begins to move back and forth, going as far as you can, which you now learn is not just the tip. The heat inside you only grows, as do the obscene noises of your mouth around her cock. "See? I knew you were a quick learner. I bet it won't take long for you to take all my cock in that little mouth of yours."

Your Maestro's dirty words make you feel your wetness grow, and it won't be long before you start making a mess in your own underwear. You look up seductively as you take half of her inside your mouth, even with a little labored breathing you still manage to hold on, and actually wait for her to start going deeper. "Who knew you could be such a talented little slut huh?" she pulls your hair hard, causing a pleasurable pain in your scalp that just doesn't help you think straight. "Want me to fuck your mouth? Want me to treat you like the good and talented slut you are?"

You pull your head back, letting go of her cock with one last suck on the head before saying. "Yes please." Natasha wants to laugh when she realizes how easy it was to make you totally surrendered to her.

"Oh yeah?" you nod frantically, just wanting to give her what she wants right away knowing that in the end you will be reworded. "Fuck... I'm gonna come so hard down your throat and you're gonna swallow all of it, I don't want a drop spilling out, understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Tongue out baby." you do what she asks right away. Natasha grabs her cock, bringing it to your tongue, which she grinds a few times before starting to slide all of it inside you. She holds your head still as her hips move all the way forward, and you gag when you feel the tip of it in the deepest part of your throat. She stays still for a few seconds, as if she's letting you get used to the size before she starts moving, and unlike before she doesn't wait to start fucking your mouth hard.

You try to push her away in an automatic act realizing that this was much harder than you imagined, but Natasha just ignores it and keeps pushing her cock deeper and deeper into your throat. "Oh your mouth feels so good around my cock, I bet you're soaking wet for me aren't you?." you feel like you're on cloud nine, trying to catch your breath with every thrust. Her cock is so thick that you can even feel it sliding around the corners of your lips, slightly widening them as you try to take it all in. "Can't wait to stretch out that tight pussy of yours, fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name."

She doesn't even have to do what she just said to make you forget your own name. Just the thought of having her inside you makes you forget how your brain even works. The place that was previously being filled by the sound of the piano is now flooded by the noises of your gags, tears running down your cheeks wetting your entire face along with your drool that runs down your chin. "I'm so close... keep taking it... just like the good learner you are." you don't even try to escape her merciless thrusts anymore, you just let her fuck your mouth.

She’s not gentle, not caring at all. She just wants to fuck your mouth mercilessly, see you cry and choke yourself around her dick. “You’re taking so well, are you sure this is your first time?” she asks a little surprised that you aren't complaining so much, even the tears on your cheeks proving the opposite, even the noise of your gags making it clear that it's not being easy for you. “Enjoying this aren't you little slut? Fucking your way up to the top.”

When you listen to her remind you why you are doing this, a little guilt takes over your body, not because it’s an unethical act, but because you don’t regret it.

Even though it's one of the most uncomfortable sensations you've ever felt, you still feel turned on by it. The way she uses your mouth as if you were just a doll to her. How you proved that even though it was your first time doing something like this you still managed to make her feel good. This shit really makes you soak, making you want more.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you start to feel a few drops of her cum land on your tongue, and for a moment you're relieved that it's almost over, because even though you're loving the feeling, it's also too big for you to hold on for too long. "Yeah... fuck that's it... down to the last drop don't forget." Natasha continues to fuck your mouth for some time, and you manage not to focus on the pain she causes you by pulling your hair hard as her warm loads spurt into your mouth. You choke when she comes in the back of your throat, but even though you have a hard time, she stays inside you, forcing you to do nothing but swallow every last drop. The taste of her burns down your throat, which is so sensitive it looks like she fucked it for hours "Uhum... that's it...fuck you did so well."

When she doesn't get her cock outside your mouth you start pushing her by her thighs, but she just presses your head against her even more. Your nose touches her lower stomach as you feel her cock pulsing inside your mouth, the tip of it making it hard for you to breathe. "It feels so good inside your mouth detka, it makes me want to start fucking you again." she says, and you fall into despair, knowing you won't make it one more time. Natasha lets out a dry laugh as she sees in your eyes the fear of her actually putting you through that again, and then in one swift act she finally pulls her hips back, taking out her entire length out of you. You automatically choke in your own saliva, coughing a few times to get used to the feeling of finally having your mouth empty. Your jaw hurt from keeping your mouth open so long while she fucked you, and your eyes are blurred with tears.

The Maestro just stares at you with her still hungry eyes, not believing that she really got what she wanted without having any difficulty. She didn't know you would give in so easily, she thought it would take you a while to accept it, but apparently she was very wrong. And she'll definitely use that to her advantage, knowing you're so easy to have, she won’t leave it to just one time thing, she wants more.

You watch as Natasha tucks her dick back inside her boxers before zipping up her pants, at the same time you run your hand over your face to wipe away some of the drool. You made such a mess, you can even feel some of your spit trickling down between your breasts. You want to ask her if she's really gonna give you the spot on the world tour, but you're completely oblivious — still trying to process the fact that you've just given your Maestro a blowjob — which makes it too hard for you to formulate a complete sentence. "Don't think I won't do what I said." she says, again sounding like she reads your thoughts. "I said this was the easiest way, I wasn't lying."

You want to scream, from happiness of course. You smile at her, licking your lips and getting a little taste of her that's still fixated on you. Natasha puts her glasses back on her face, pulling away from the piano and closing the fallboard to protect the keys.

"But I didn't say how many times you would have to do it to actually get the spot." she brings one hand up to your cheek, stroking your skin so gently it doesn't even feel like she was shoving her cock so hard down your throat. "I've wanted you for so long, once is not enough for me. You're gonna have to prove that you really deserve this spot... with this... I want you to stay after rehearsal tomorrow again."

With that said, she simply turns and walks away. Completely fulfilled knowing that you're going to come back here tomorrow, and give it to her again for as long as she wants it. You sit immobile on the piano bench, wondering if this was all a good idea. You thought it would only be one time, you didn't know anything about your Maestro's secret obsession with you. And as much as you liked it, you're starting to think that even though this was the easy way, maybe this wasn't the choice you should have made. God. She's old enough to be your mother, and for as long as you know, she's married. My God. What did you do.

She's using you, you know that. You know it's easy for her to have you because you're young and naive. And yet you let her take advantage of you. And you hate the fact that you deep down want that to happen again. Because you loved the attention she gave just to you, you loved realizing that you can make her feel that good. But you hated it, you really hated it because you can't wait for her to ruin you again.

Hey, you can ignore this if you want. But, just a thought, hybrid Izuku? Like maybe he has a kinda bad past too, just because I live for the angst beginning to fluffy end.

Sorry it took me a couple of days to answer! I wanted to switch it up and I mainly had to think a way to make Izu work as a hybrid, so I decided to make him be a bunny hybrid [ blame his cute hero costume, srsly ] I ended up writing the small amount of 3.7k words somehow— [ listen, i get emotionally involved, ok??? 😭 ] I genuinely hope you like it! 💕

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Bunny!Midoriya Izuku

× you looked at the man sitting in the corner of the cell, both petrified staring at each other

× his bunny ears were lowered, his green eyes widened in your direction

× all you could do was to stand still, shocked and without being able to even mask it

× he looked awful to say at least

× meanwhile the reception guy that accompanied you for a tour of the shelter whispered in your direction; "This one is in really bad shape. Very traumatized, poor soul..." he clicked his tongue before continuing "He's been sent here from another shelter cities away, I don't know much about him and he won't talk."

× you could not look away even if you tried

× the reason why you decided to pass by the shelter was because you offered to help voluntarily in the weekends as you had some free time

× you did read and hear horror stories about the shelters and the hybrids thrown in them, how underfunded they were, how bad the conditions there were and how little help they had but—

× even if you came prepared for the worst you got surprised with the state some of the hybrids were in

× specially this one; his name was on a plaque by his prison like cell— Midoriya Izuku

× he had bruises, cuts, his hands looked specially beaten up and scarred, his behavior was erratic, nervous, just a disaster...

× something deep inside told you to smile and show him you're no threat, so you did

× you introduced yourself and nodded your head, really trying to keep a calm composture but your heart hurt seeing him like that

× much to your surprise, he nodded back, still uncertain but didn't move from his place, far back in the cell

× you've been gently pushed away to continue the tour and to establish your tasks, all while being thanked for your kindness; you didn't know why you felt like throwing up at the indifference in the man's voice...

× there weren't many hybrids in the shelter anyway, yet you've gotten your scheduled hours in which you'd help clean and cook and as you left for the day after some introduction to those tasks; your mind still lingered on Midoriya Izuku even through the night, as his terrified eyes stole the sleep from you that same night

× the following two days you began your volunteering hours and always kept an eye for the hybrid; he was skittish and asocial even at lunch and dinner times, did not talk to any other hybrid and specially not to any worker there

× he caught your eyes multiple times whenever you'd be in his general proximity, yet you'd see him scurrying away instantly, which made you feel unease; you weren't any threat, really, so maybe with time...

× it's when you brought your own cleaning supplies [ because there were little to none ] and decided to help clean their "rooms", so called by the staff, when you firstly got to talk to him

× you reached his cell and he was reading an old book, probably borrowed from the small library they had; he snapped his eyes up when he heard you approach

× "Hello, Midoriya" you'd say gently, heart in your throat, really scared you'd frighten him

× he just nodded and looked away, not before giving your cleaning supplies a long look, knowing what's to come

× with his permission, he let you go inside as you started preparing everything to swipe the floors, putting the broom in a corner as you leaned down to pick some other stuff; what you didn't notice was how the broom was gently falling, almost about to hit you on the head

× the green-haired hybrid was on your side instantly, catching it; it would've been a small tap on your head and most out of the situation would've been you looking ridiculous but you chuckled at the scene and thanked him wholeheartedly

× smol bean blushed so hard you almost dropped everything in your hands at the sight; "N-no problem—" he stuttered, his voice sweet and shy 🥺

× he stood there fidgeting with the book in his hands watching you move around until you heard an unsure "Can I help you?" 🥺🥺

× you told him sure, if he'd like to, mainly worried he really didn't want you in his "territory" but the man took it as an invitation and—

× it didn't stop at his cell? he helped you all day???? you cleaned around together but not without an awkward air around both; which ngl it's funny bc he's staring whenever you talk to everyone, clean, help, so on; big round eyes are always on you;;; IF YOU LOOK THO, oops— "what an interesting wall right there!" - Midoriya, probably.

× it's from then that you notice a switch; whenever you're at the canteen, he's there offering to help, looking just as skittish as always but a small blush always on his face

× whenever you'd be playing with the younger hybrids he'd watch in awe bc you treat them so well

× exactly when he actually starts talking to you more too! he's in the impromptu playground with you and the few little ones when he suddently drops your name in a stutter and says you're kind-hearted

× you almost drop dead in the spot bc his look, man; you haven't seen him so sure of something until now and it did something to you

× it's been a month and hybrids came and got adopted, yet your new friend wasn't really getting any attention; he really acted terrified and you of course questioned his behavior; you knew nothing of his past but seeing the way he acted it could've been just awful

× as you started to slowly engage in larger conversations with Izuku, it's at the canteen that this time you've been caught staring; at his hands in particular

× he was helping you cook, which he really didn't know how to do but tried nonetheless just because he really enjoyed being around you [ or so you assumed, hopeful ]

× when he realizes where you're looking at, you almost dreaded him retracting from the situation like he used to do but he just looks down at them too and sighs

× "I was at a fighting ring—" he said, pursing his lips "—but I'm a rabbit hybrid... a prey... they used me as a punching bag."

× your heart rips in two as you're speechless; even if you tried to be careful with your movements not to spook the man, you could not help yourself by putting your hand on his

× and that's how Midoriya Izuku died, end of HCs 💀

× just kidding; he almost fainted, face fully red as his ears perked up, staring at you with big eyes yet did not move an inch

× and even if his face would've been adorable in any other situation, his words remained imprinted in your mind as you squeezed his hand in yours

× "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Izuku" you whispered back at him; he just nodded and blabbered something before continuing with the task clumsily

× boy is broken for the rest of the day, that's what I'm implying

× bad news got to you when you found out you couldn't go to the shelter anymore to help; your hours got increased at work and your shift was all over the place and even if you really did talk with your boss, it was decided that for now you had to adapt

× dread filled your gut when you realized you couldn't see Izuku anymore and with that you noticed how fond you grew of him, that's why you loathed the next visit there

× but— you really wanted to see him more; getting to spend time with him and helping around was what got you through the week...

× you told him slowly that same Saturday and it visibly broke him

× he tears up and tries to mask it as best as he can, yet he nods understanding

× "Will— Will I ever see you again?" the soft tremble in his voice shook you to the core

× "Of course. Every day, if you'd like." you blurted;;;;; he blinks at you, tears stopping just to have his head tilted to the side, ears flopping with the movement. "Would you like to come home with me?" you say, idea just popping in your head and balling it;

× he cries harder then he nods

× everything about your volunteering ceasing for the time was already filled in, you guys just needed to fill some paperwork for him, grab his little to no belongings and get the hell out

× small gym-bag in hand, i sweat to god, this man is overwhelmed with being outside

× stays glued to your side all the time, specially on busy streets towards your home

× once you feel him grab on your shirt just for precaution and you melt?? but let him have it

× once you arrived, you see tension leave his body as he smells his surroundings; mf drops a "It smells like you here" through a smile before realizing what he said and getting all flustered 💀

× sooo you move past that as you can and show him around, a spare bedroom not long ago used by your old roommate offered to him

× you only see his surprisingly muscled back as he enters the room and drops the gym-bag on the floor

× he slowly turns around to look at your face and fat ass tears run down his cheeks, not being able to say a word even if he tried

× hands-down the scene almost gives you a panic attack; he then asks if it's all for him and you assure him that indeed it is when he cries harder...

× ok, that again shreds your heart but it wouldn't be the last time

× like for example the moment of utter disbelief he threw at you when you asked him what he wanted to eat that night and he didn't know how to respond because nobody, ever, asked him; you got that as a response after asking if you said something wrong

× or the following Monday, when you suggested you went to do some shopping for him in the morning, since there wouldn't be many people and it would be calmer

× the look of awe in his face, istg...

× from then on he opens up pretty nicely too; it's such a refreshing sight to see him tell you about how he learned to use the computer, TV, phone— the sparks in his eyes whenever he talks of something new he learned? imagine it and now you've gained 20 more years of lifespan, you're very welcome

× such a soft cutie, i swear 🥺 always asks things about you and gives you the same sparkly eyes when he learns more about you

× it does take him some time to come out if his shell though

× you fastly realize he's a nerd; oops, but it's true, and definitely isn't a bad thing! he just really likes to learn about everything and anything and I feel he genuinely likes to tell you about those new facts

× i hope you like them bc when he learned new cool stuff he made a note to tell you about them bc he thought you'd find them cool too and—

× is very tidy and helps around the house, but when it comes to being social he just freezes

× you ask him if he'd like to go for walks and you see him itching to go out for some fresh air, although the thought of other people...

× with time and small walks around the neighborhood, he overcomes the fear as long as you're by his side

× will definitely want to go back to the shelter to volunteer even if you can't, but the fear of walking there just overtakes him again since he'd have to do it alone

× mentions it though

× his expression is so uneasy bc he feels like a burden

× maybe you could work around your schedule to take him there and pick him up? he genuinely loved giving a hand at the shelter so if you do, Izu would be so thankful

× in a few weeks he'd gain the confidence to walk alone

× one 💕adorable💕 thing he does without even thinking is jumping around you, or just in place

× "Today little Miya got adopted!" he'd say, hopping slightly in place "I could tell they were good people too! They had good intentions... just like when I saw you for the first tim—"

× so he mumbles without thinking;; and sometimes blurts out cute stuff like that but when he realizes what he's saying he gets very shy 🤭

× he has this fluff smol tail but we don't talk about it;;; no, no, it's too much for us, I promise you it's the cutest fucking thing you've seen in your whole existence and it moves a little bit and we all die here???? he hides it though, pft

× so fluffy we gonna dieeeee

× he steals your blankets

× hear me out, omg! he does!! if you have small blankets you just throw over yourself to stay on the couch or anything, sometimes they'd dissappear only to be found in his room; he's very sneaky about it but cracks under [the zero] pressure you put on him, leading him to say "It's because whenever you're not around, I like to have something close to me that smells like yOu! it makes me feel sAfe—" his voice cracks "BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO, I'LL STOP, I JUST—" he'd placate his hands instantly, apologizing

× tell him it's okay and now your hoodies are gone too lmfao

× he's a muscular guy too so consider buying really big ones just for him to wear;;; after you wore them;;;;;;

× says sorry a lot and that's a thing you have to work with a lot

× if he messes up something, he will apologize instantly; if you tell him to stop bc you don't mind he forgot to put the washing machine as he promised he will act like he's the worst

× as if he feared you'd get angry...

× i know it's a recurring topic but give him time

× whenever you both have free time and hang around the house, he'll be on the couch reading near you

× eyes you constantly and he's so obvious about it it's ridiculous; you can see him from the corner of your vision when he turns his head to check on you so through a smile you have to ask him if he needs anything

× what's fantastic is that he's getting over the point of being scared to speak out around you YET he stutters, blushing

× "N-no, nothing!" but he's observing your comfortable form with much interest

× "Wanna... cuddle with me?" [ 's not like you read about bunny hybrids and how they need skin contact which definitely didn't make you uwu and die in the spot bc that's so 🤧💕😭💘🥺 but you waited for him to show any signs that he'd want that; we're respectful like that, mhm ]

× his fluffy ear twitches

× shock, disbelief, blush

× it twitches again

× blushes harder then nods

× sksjdkdjd he's by your side instantly though with no idea of what to do

× good lord, he's so stiff; why don't you grab a blanket to throw it over both of you, hmm?

× he'd bury himself into it then into your arms and soon he'll find out being there is his favorite place in the galaxy

× since his mind drifted to galaxies, Izu then starts talking about constellations bc he's nervous

× so when you rub his back he melts into you with a happy sigh yet when your hand reaches his hair, almost about to touch the top of his head mindlessly as you hum at his words

× he flinches— then you stop to look down at him, catching him wide eyed staring into nothing

× you don't even know why you apologize; maybe his horrified face?

× but before you can form a full sentence he interrupts you

× "Don't apologize. It's not your fault—" he'd glue his eyes on you "I— I used to get bullied a lot back then... they'd pull my ears..."

× without any other explanation you take your hand away, placing it on his shoulders, mainly feeling out of place again; every time he speaks of his past, it just gets worse...

× "But! But I trust you, [Y/N]. I really do." and he leads your hand back to his head

× 🥺💕💕💕💕💕

× then, with convinced features, he drops his head on your chest and snuggles for some good seconds before it clicked to him

× now he's apologizing

× until you ruffle his hair and he just experiences bliss in real life

× massage his scalp and say goodbye to ever leaving his side, you're now in his firm grip until the end of time but who's complaining

× like he has no shame anymore, it feels that good

× he can hear your heartbeat, as fast as it is, and he snuggles further into you; it's his lullaby

× now let's get to business

× look: he's adorable, sweet, doting, cares about you and about hybrids, he's actively trying to get out of his shell, he's built but tender, couldn't hurt a fly;

× don't lie to yourself, you've got a big fat crush

× little did you know this guy right here liked you from the moment you introduced yourself to him, months prior

× the issue is Izuku is really insecure; after hearing his whole life that he's inferior to both humans and some hybrids, he started believing it

× and comments whenever you're outside with him do not help

× he has a spectacular hearing

× doesn't miss how people whisper about you two, even if you mind your own business doing whatever

× it's mostly older people, judgemental and disgusted with hybrids that call you a freak for having one, that call him an abomination

× he tries so hard to ignore them but his behavior changes back to his silent old self, yet this time he doesn't cower anymore although grips his pants until his scarred hands are white, not answering back to you if you talk

× you have to assume he's again uncomfortable outside so you suggest leaving, not sure how to behave

× he kinda snaps on your way back home when there's nobody around

× stops in the middle of the road, looking down, brow furrowed and trembling lips

× "Am I never going to be good enough for you?" he'd clench his teeth

× "Izu—, what...?"

× the determined glare he sends you stops you in your tracks

× "Because I want to be. I want to be better for you."

× 😳

× basically confesses in a dramatic way as he's overtaken with emotions then screeches bc oh no what if you don't feel the same so "I-It's okay if you don't feel the same! If you're uncomfortable I can move back to the shelter!! I'm so sorr—"

× smooch him pls????

× and share your feelings just to give him a stroke lmfao

× he'll take the initiative to grab your hand and walk home like that, the other on his face covering it

× peck his lips and he malfunctions every time

× but loves it

× be sure of this: after that night, he's so soft for you and won't hide it

× he's a creature of contact, meaning his fingers will linger on your form, he will seek your form, he will want to snuggle his face in your neck, he definitely will stare at your lips for too long bc he's still shy and embarrassed by his confession to make a move; smooch him pt. 2

× he's so— adorable; he finds himself in front of your bedroom door with your blanket in his arms and has an existential crisis

× you see his shadow at the small creak under the door and akfjaksj

× open the door and let him sleep with you ffs I'm having a stroke for him

× can he be the little spoon? or can you two hug face to face? it's just that 🥺 he feels safe with you like that, a feeling he's been always missing

× any time you're in his arms or vice-versa he breathes out as tension leaves his body; best place in the whole universe, no hesitation.

× he's a petty lil shit, let me tell you that, ok??

× someone flirts with you? lol k he's behind looking not intimidating at all but he's frowning, his ears are twitching and chest puffed

× takes your hand just to prove a point

× talking about his hands

× kiss them, caress them, anything

× he just... yes, pls, do that

× whenever you're not looking he's giving you the gentlest smile and even if you notice, his lips will curl even more before he throws a compliment at you

× pretty much likes your reactions bc he's always the one that's flustered the most between the two [ genuinely doesn't matter if you get flustered or not, he just tops that energy 100x more ]

× likes to know he has the same effect you have on him on a daily basis

× will try to find a job at something he's interested in and i definitely see him finding one at a library or something like that

× he enjoys the silence, completely different from his old loud and over the place life, and also loves books

× unrelated hc but i just imagined Izu whispering the words out loud whenever he reads without noticing it; his green eyes focused in the book, face concentrated and ears low to not get in his field of vision; want to make him happy? listen to him and when he finally notices you, tell him to go on~

× he's the embodiment of akfwpdkslfjjwj 💕

× honestly your life with him is peaceful

× the way he loves is gentle, really sweet and it all revolves about peace in your household

× he adores you to no end and thanks you for helping him improve himself

× and getting him out of a life without a goal or purpose

× gets out of his way to help you, always you and wants to prove he's good enough

× he already is and you better tell him

× give this baby all the love he deserves and you'll get just as much in return

× I'm soft for him oml 💘

𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

@cherry-jaemin ~ Hello! Can I request a dreamies reaction to you being an idol and their best friend? Thank you!! ♡ (◕‿◕✿)   ~~~  Thank you so much for your request it was really fun to write, hope you’ll like it!! :)))))

Mark Lee

he cherishes you A LOT (︶ω︶)

but i honestly see him as someone who keeps his private life private

so your close friendship is kept lowkey

but he finds time to spend time with you despite both your busy schedules even if it’s made through your phone screens :(((((

one thing he’s most grateful for is that you understand

you understand what it’s like spending hours in the practice room frustrated, you understand what it’s like constantly missing home, you understand what it’s like working nonstop with no breaks until your body forcefully gives up my heart breaks for him every damn time

you understand him

your friendship is so pure (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

like you can both be laughing your asses off one minute, mark flopping around like a fish on land

and the next one you can be having a therapy session usually consisting of wordless comfort

mark doesn’t seem an emotional person but if there’s one(1) thing that can shatter him is witnessing you on your breaking point

like you were usually the one to check up on him often and pull him away from work for a while before he drowned himself in it

so seeing you overworked and utterly exhausted made him sick

no one could convince him to leave your side for some time (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

you clung onto each other and mark softly scolded you for taking more care of him than yourself despite knowing that he’d do the same you’re like his baby he’s allowed to

other than your emotional moments you’re so playful together

‘bruh’ ‘dude’ ‘man’ - your daily vocabulary involving each other -_-

you sometimes gather in a studio and just write lyrics together or help each other with practice bonding time

basically you just vibe together so well and you’re just so grateful for each other’s presence because it eases your hectic and busy lives

you feel like a breath of fresh air to him and vice versa

Huang Renjun

friendship with him is basically clowns clowning each other 🤡

even more so since you can both joke about your shared career

he makes a tradition of reacting to your every m/v god help u he clowns you from the first second to the last

“looking a bit constipated aren’t we, y/n? i guess that hotpot didn’t sit well with you” <(￣︶￣)>

“that’s just my face when i think about u, garden troll”

*huff* *incoherent mumbles of protest*

but he secretly streams THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR M/V and forces the rest of the dreamies to watch it several times too

you watch his radio every evening and sometimes even send in cringy messages just to get a reaction out of renjun lol

so basically you’re super supportive of each other but in your own ways

imagine sleepovers ma friend that’s a wiiild ride

ghost stories, alien conspiracies, crazy theories - THE MAIN MENU

bet y’all renjun can’t sleep without someone he can hold onto after watching or talking about scary things ੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭

and you wouldn’t call that cuddling no, it’s more like....strangling....but with love....kinda....yeah that sure  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

on another note, you made it you personal mission to lift his confidence whenever SM doesn’t treat him right (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) y’all evil cockroaches

and renjun always promotes you subtly during his lives

“ ‘renjun can you give us a song recommendation?’ yeah sure actually there’s this song-” spoiler alert : it’s always one of your songs

one of the biggest secrets in kpop is who drew that *absolutely* gorgeous portrait of you that you proudly showed in your own live

spoiler alert x2 : it’s renjun, it’s always renjun

your friendship is really one of a kind

basically best friends lovingly clowning and supporting each other at the same time precious am i rite

Lee Jeno

jeno seems like a very comforting person to me

like he’s someone you can go and vent to about all the pressure of your career and what not

and he’d just listen to you and hold your hand tightly in his if you’re able to meet face to face, he has his own way of grounding you when everything gets hectic （＾ｖ＾）

he’s a lowkey hypeman

whenever you happen to perform at the same awards show as dream he makes sure to dance and cheer cutely for you o(≧∇≦o)

you won an award?? this man is so proud he hollers louder than your fans well basically he’s your no.1 fan soo :))))))

he always tries to shield you away from hate so it’s one of the reasons he doesn’t disclose much of your closeness lowkey protective jeno

you had an airport accident once common against idols unfortunately

lemme tell ya, jeno went NUTS  (｀⌒´メ)

he’s not a confrontational person but he CAN and WILL be when it comes to you

he babies the heck out of you for the next few days :3

and once he has the occasion to turn on vlive he takes a minute to *calmly* explain that while idols love their fans, it’s not fine for fans to invade their privacy and personal space preach sister

you were also close to flipping the sasaengs’s shit up when they kept bothering keno with calls leave the man alone jeez (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he always reminds you to to take care of yourself

“don’t push yourself too hard” “don’t drink too much coffee, you’ve seen what it can do to jaemin and we don’t want that now, do we?”

he often covers your dances ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒ and nails them

“jeno you’re dancing better than me on MY OWN SONG”

“idk what you’re talking about” (＾ω＾)

overall your cheerleader and each other’s poorly read not at all paid bodyguards

Lee Haechan

“your sun is here to enlighten your life!!!!!”

“gtfo hyuck”

this man knows no privacy

he’s ruthless and he visits whenever he wants even if it means that’s on a wednesday AT 3 AM (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

he tells you it’s because your ‘just forcefully woken up’ is the best blackmailing material

in reality it’s because he just misses you A LOT ( ⁍᷄⌢̻⁍᷅ )

this rascal is busy a lot and you’re busy a lot and so every single moment spent with you is so so precious to you both

he gets overwhelmed by this feeling of longing sometimes so he acts on instinct and just barges in wherever you are

but you can also count on him at any time

*middle of the night* *donghyuck sleepily answering his phone* *sniff* *sniff* “hyuck”

“yeah what’s wrong??? who am i beating up???? should i take johnny too???? just say the name cutie (*｀Ω´*)”

you only ended up crying about missing his cuddles

*sigh* “you only love me for my cuddles”

you once told him fleetingly that you missed breakfast and lunch

you found 2 boxes of takeout outside your apartment already paid by a certain someone i need a hyuck pls

he’s also quite vocal about your friendship and randomly mentions you

“y/n told me that i look cutest with my baby belly so unless you wanna pick a fight with them lay off gremlin” ー(￣～￣)ξ

both your dreams are to get to collab on something anything it would be heavenly for hyuck to colllab with anyone tbh

nothing can keep you 2 apart, your duo is just too strong and the world just isn’t ready for you

Na Jaemin

he’s such a warm person

he babies you but just because he wishes you’d have more time to spend with each other ( *’ω’* )

so the only way to quench his worry is texting you daily to make sure you’re alright and taking care of yourself or he’d personally do it

the way he talks about you tho (╯✧∇✧)╯ like you put the stars in the sky you did for him

“y/n is actually quite good at this game, i ate dirt when we played together”

“y/n looks so pretty in those pictures we took together” Σ(*ﾉ´>ω<｡`)ﾉ

“y/n is my favorite model end of story”

talking about his love for photography, you’re his model 80% of the time

his camera roll is filled with pictures of you every time you find enough time in both your busy schedules to meet up

he has enough to open a fanpage if he hasn’t done that already ;)

in turn you’d secretly dedicate parts of the lyrics you wrote to him

i’m telling you he would CRY hearing your sweet voice sing such beautiful words meant for him he would feel so appreciated pls ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

he always says that he has no other friends other than his members so having you validating the strong bond he feels with you would elevate him to cloud 9  :,(((((

i can imagine you two meeting on a variety show a mess that would be

you can’t be too close in front of the cameras in order not to give the wrong impressions

but behind the scenes you’re not leaving each other’s side, chatting and clinging onto each other the entire time (≡^∇^≡)

and even on screen as long as you’re allowed to you’re attached to the hip, ALWAYS beside each other

in conclusion you’re the besties everyone is envious of and wishes to share such a precious bond with someone ∩(︶▽︶)∩

Zhong Chenle

y’all are basically the ‘you can’t sit with us’ pair -_-

another one who i think would keep your friendship private

like it is public that you two are friends but neither of you shares more about your meetups and so on

but chenle is lowkey highkey whipped

chenji making keychains for the rest of nct? +1 for y/n (/^▽^)/

surprise party for chenle’s birthday? you’re dressed as staff waiting for him to notice you after cameras are turned off he screeched so loud the entire building heard him and then proceeded to cling onto you forever

you know how chenle took jisung to him home in china? he took you with him as often as you both could afford the time to he even rescheduled a few times to make it convenient for you to come along (｡•́︿•̀｡)

he buys all versions of your albums cuz he can

going to each other’s concerts!!!!!

i can imagine you accompanying his family to the dream concert (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥) the same one when jeno and jaemin decided to get nakey nakey yes

you’re texting nonstop istg (◔_◔)

chenle can always be seen texting in the waiting rooms and so on

you’re his source of confidence before concert and certain schedules

also you’re probably discussing your hangout plans :))))

which often ends up in playing basketball in a park at night and then getting bored or tired and just wandering aimlessly around

you secretly record duets together unreleased unfortunately ( ب_ب )

and he teaches you how to play piano

basically your friendship is very playful and you find a comfort place in each other to remind yourselves that you’re allowed to have fun and live your lives o(*>ω<*)o

Park Jisung

i think it took quite a while to befriend him

his shyness can get the best of him sometimes it’s okay bby

but once you got hi to break out of his shell you’ve got yourself a lifelong best friend congrats (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

he shows his caring nature through small acts

texts you good luck and encourages you before award shows

becomes your dramatic weatherman

literally glitches if you ever have even a *slightly* sexy concept

“how did you like the dance, jisungie?”

“i-uh...um...it was...yeah...it was really uh *coughs* *clears throat* it was NICE, yeah...nice” (๑ּగ⌄ּగ๑)

ofc he *absolutely* loved it, he just respects you and looks up to you too much to make any further commentary

you coach each other through dance routines :3

you never fail to calm down and give confidence to jisung whenever his nerves get in the way

jaemin actually specifically asked you to look after jisung during his hiatus

jisung’s TMI’s sometimes involve you  (´ㅂ`๑)

“today’s tmi? i started working on a surprise for you czennies...and i got help from a very talented performer”

the surprise was a dance cover choreographed and performed with you that was the death of your fandoms ੧| ⊗ ▾ ⊗ |୨

you can be considered childhood friends so you understand each other with little to no words spoken

that’s why everyone loves your ‘partners in pure crime’ friendship

Rowena for the meme

Why I like them: how could I not??? She’s a great character, AND an absolutely enchanting woman. I could write (very bad, based on previous experience) poetry about her xDD. She’s gorgeous! And witchy! And dramatic! She hits my “older woman of dubious morality” soft spot AND has about everything else going for her lmao.

Why I don’t: I suddenly can’t read.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I still have a few left with her (far less than I’d like! I know she has a fake marriage with Sam in one though xD), but as of now it’s probably 13x12, where she tricks Sam and Dean (they never find out she’s the one who hired the two witches that rob the book from them lol), comes in to save the day~~, has a few bonding moments with Sam regarding their Lucifer Trauma TM -which leads to Sam sneakily letting her get away with the page she was looking for lol... Another great one is where she encourages her sweet grandson (who she liked!) to return to the past knowing he’d die there, to get revenge against Crowley for forcing her to kill the one person she’d truly loved (another child she’d actually loved like a son). This family istg xDDD. 13x19, where she sets out to defy Death and force her to bring Crowley back to life is another contender (theirs is a complicated mother-son bond lmfao).

Favorite season/movie: it’s hard to say because I’ve enjoyed all four so far (well, in terms of Rowena’s storyline at least. I have Opinions on s12 and s13 lol). But I have to say Rowena is about the first character I’ve fully enjoyed (so far) seeing joining the team after being in more antagonistic role, simply because it’s fun xD, and in that sense she was a breath of fresh air in s13.

Favorite line: oh man. She has so many. One thing I’ll say for these writers is that they took advantage of having a theatre trained actress and gave her GREAT monologues lmao. See all these lovely things she tells to Crowley lmfao:

“This demon asks you to equalize credit for his and another's work. Split the baby if you will. Well, then I would well and truly split the baby. I'd cut this pulling, pathetic, grade-grubbing git in two, literally. Then I'd nail his bloody halves to the doors of the court. A reminder to all not to waste the King's time! Whiners beget whiners. You can't reward behavior like that. Why, I never gave in when you asked for sweeties as a child no matter how much you cried. Well, you were a very chunky child, darling. A bit of a bloater.”

“You can't understand my disappointment or my pride. You don't know this but after I left you, after I was forced to leave you, I heard of your death. Your mortal death. I thought you were gone to me forever. Then, hundreds of years later and thousands of miles away, I find you: the King of Hell. And not by luck or accident, you made that happen all by yourself. You're not a mother. You can't know what that pride felt like. How huge it was. But can you try to imagine, for me? Now do you understand why it breaks my heart to see what a colossal numb nut you've become? You've got the crown but you're no ruler, not really. A sad, bored wee boy on the throne who'll flop ass up the second those Winchesters, hunters who'd as soon see you dead as have you to tea, ask you to. You're no king. Not any more. You're their bitch!”

“I hate you because, when I look into your eyes, I see the woman I used to be, before magic, before the coven, when I was nothing but Rowena, the tanner's daughter. A pale, scared little girl who smelled of filth and death. I hate you because, when you were born, your father said he loved me. Then he went back to his grand wife and his grand house, whilst I lay pathetic and half-dead on a straw mat - my thighs slick with blood. I hate you, because if I didn't, I'd love you. But love... love is weakness. And I'll never be weak again.”

Then there’s of course “You say that like it’s an insult. Nice girls, they’re pathetic. Here’s to evil skanks.” (to Dean, after he calls her an evil skank). And the iconique “I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING A CAREER WOMAN!!” (to Crowley, after he reproaches her abandonment of him as a child).

Favorite outfit: THIS IS THE MOST UNFAIR QUESTION I’VE EVER ASKED. Seriously, I literally spend all of her scenes making heart eyes at her looks, choosing is too difficult xD

This purple dress.

this blue one (just what you casually wear to break into a creepy house with your new frenemy Sam Winchester)

This purple dressing gown

This backless red dress

Everything she’s worn has been perfect for her, but I have a weakness for the long dresses.

OTP: Sam/Rowena is a great ship. Although if I’m honests, my favourite relationship of hers altogether is with Crowley. I love a good Bad Mom TM dynamic xDD

Brotp: see above. And I’ve enjoyed her (too few) moments with Castiel and Jack. Also Chuck lol.

Head Canon: I choose to believe she and Bela have crossed paths. Because.

Unpopular opinion: idek. Okay, I have one. You know how fandom obsesses over characters that SUPPOSEDLY have a hard exterior but are secretly softies, and that do terrible things to cover that and protect themselves (I’m looking at you Dean stans lol)? Rowena is the actual real deal here. Accept no substitutes xD

A wish: well, it would’ve been NICE if she hadn’t been so unceremoneously removed from the narrative in s15 (I mean, still a better ending than I would’ve hoped given the show’s track record, but I would’ve preferred to have her in the show moving the plot and all). At least it’s one of those endings with possibility~, so fics will be coming xD

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: the show is done and it could’ve been worse lmao. Dead with no possibility of return/no reigning position in Hell, for one.

5 words to best describe them: powerful, creative, meddling, striking, gracious.

My nickname for them: well, I keep calling her my ideal woman lmao.

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As a SuperM fan/fan account seeing the amount of hate they are getting for scoring No.1 on the billboard charts is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. Before i start non-stop ranting lemme claify one thing, i am in no way attacking the bts fanbase(Armys) as a whole. I know not all armys are this way but this is where i see the majority of the hate coming from. A few days ago we lost a young, talented, and outspoken idol due to malicious comments. I saw post after post preaching about hate comments needing to stop and people need to change. I've seen multiple armys speaking on behalf of the situation saying they didnt know her but she didnt deserve the hate. Now lemme begin. YOU ARE HYPOCRITES. The same ones who were writing these fake ass condolence letters are the same exact salty fans who wrote endless post saying SuperM cheated their way to the top. Talking shit about the bundles they had when if you actually took time to do research and stop talking so much shit you would know its a common thing in America. Istg. Then the victim card get throw like "everyone calls us toxic. We are the most hated fandom". You do it yourselves. You insert yourselves in situations that aint got shit to do with you. You dont stan the group? Okay shut the fuck up and keep it moving. Ive seen from my point of view only about a handful of armys stand up and say that its out of controlol. The fact that you all come here and have the nerve to even mention these two idols names who have pasted away due to suicide and the next day. Literally the next fucking day are the same ones who continually bash other groups and fandoms not only SuperM because of what? They aren't your faves? You refuse to let any other fandom/group shine? Ive said it time after time again the maturity shows between all these fandoms. It really shows smh. Before my words get taken out of context and y'all try to turn this into somthibg ive never. Im in no way hating on bts. Those are some talented men who worked hard to have the loyal fanbase they do. They've earned everything they've got. From hard work. But really not only armys but us as fans. Kpop fans at that should know the hardships these idols face behind flose doors and in the spotlight. The fact that y'all had the nerve to say they flopped even after they've achieved No.1 is so crazy to me. Own your shit. Fuck you. They worked hard for this. Y'all dont even know enough about them to talk shit besides that they are four groups combined. Like common sense bro, look around, with all these fans you better fucking be glad they got No.1. If they didnt than you'd have half a reason to talk shit. Y'all wanna stay pressed and stressed because SuperM is actually succeeding? Lmfao. Weird flex but do you👌 I genuinely hope life treats y'all well. Because with those stink attitudes and salty mindsets oof good luck. On behalf of the SuperM fandom to the haters and the ones who've said they would flop. Fuck you. I hope y'all are chocking on your words. Who the hell do you think you are to think you and/or your faves are better than everybody. Maturity is important nowadays.

1k appreciation 🥺🖤

Alright so I didn’t want to be basic...yet... so for now my appreciation is gonna be my fav moments on this acc and not ppl lol (kinda) .

When I posted my first chapter of my percabeth ff- looking back on it it was CRINGEYYY but the amount of love it got in one freaking day was AMAZING and I felt so loved and appreciated istg I kid u not I almost cried.

Writing my first few chapters- again, it was CRINGEYY but I was rly rly inspired and hyped for it so it’s a memory of this acc I’ll hold close to my heart.

When I started growing- y’all the first day I started this acc I got like 50 followers (no flex just saying lmao 🙄) and it was just such a boost of confidence it made me feel so so so happy.

Hitting 100 followers- I hit 100 followers 3 days after I started. THREE DAYS. I genuinely screamed when I saw that. It was such an amazing feeling bc I never thought this acc would go anywhere. But it did and I’m so happy and proud it did.

The rat chat- ik I said this wouldn’t be ppl, but they’re rats so it don’t count. Anyway, I don’t remember when this was, but what a ride it has been. And the fact that it all started w the question “do u like llamas?” Is just so astonishing to me. But fr y’all are my fam now and ur the best ever. Ily guys 🖤.

Starting to make friends w other pjo accs- this made me rly happy bc at the time my irl life was at a not so good point so it was amazing to have ppl that I kinda could escape w in the sense that they took part of a different part of my life. A part that was just for me yk? And I love everyone I’ve gotten close to or that I have met on here bc I genuinely do not know how y’all deal w me.

Group chats- now when I tell u they are a ride. I mean it. Imagine a rollercoaster that goes faster every 2 seconds, and ur blindfolded so u have no idea where ur going. And then add some loops and nausea, triple that, and ur not even close to the ride gcs are 🙄✋.

Hitting milestones like 500- these major milestones made me SOOO happy bc I never thought this would go anywhere. I imagined this flopping and just being some dumb thing I did. But it’s not, it’s one of the best choices I’ve ever made.

And not to bore u guys anymore here’s the last one: getting to create a space for myself- this acc has become my space where I post whatever I want. And it’s just my space where I do stuff for me and not anyone else. And getting to create and write original content without pressure is very freeing. And I love this acc for being able to be that for me, and I’m glad y’all like it too.

And as always I love all my followers, thnx for getting me to 1k it’s literally insane!!! Ily guys and if you’ve read this far, thnx for that too lol. 🖤🖤🖤

Quick Thoughts on TRH Book 1, Chapter 13 (One Last Yeehaw)

• It's the chapter everyone's been waiting for! We're pregnant, we get to tell our spouses, we get to tell our friends, we get to tell the courtly ladies, Olivia wears leather, our MCs get to buy a crib for an poppy seed-sized something in their womb that doesn't even know what hands and legs are yet (forget cribs), and the best news of all...WE ARE FINALLLY LEAVING TEXAS!!!!

• If you don't want to see this post on your dash, these are the tags to block: #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs and #long post.

• Screenshots:

Hana: The Universal Studios 77 YouTube channel

Drake: @thefirstcourtesan and the HIMEME YouTube channel

Maxwell: @itsbrindleybinch

Title: Spreading the Word

Alternative Title: It's a Child, Not the Gospel 🤦🏽‍♀

• Before I start talking about the chapter...storytime!

• Sooo...my first pregnancy was a couple of years ago. And I like telling the story of how I broke it to my husband coz it is pretty damn funny. We'd been trying for two years, and had a couple of times when our tests would be met with a disappointing negative. So by the time I did get pregnant, the hubby was a little wary of hoping too soon.

• I had an inkling just before my periods were expected to arrive, because I found myself flopping down on the bed immediately after work, without even making dinner. No morning sickness, no giddiness initially, just constantly feeling so tired. Anyway, hubby insisted I wait a couple days more before a test because he was too afraid of getting his hopes up, and I agreed.

• I took my test around 4 or 5 that morning? And had to wait a couple minutes for the lines...and THERE WERE TWO. Do you really think I could keep such news to myself for more than ten seconds?? (even that was too much). Of course I was going to shake poor hubby awake and show him the test.

• It took five vigorous shakes to wake the poor guy up, and as soon as he was somewhat awake I shoved the test in his face (I was excited ok! 🙈) forgetting that without his glasses he couldn't see shit (very high power). "I can't see anything," he said sleepily, so I gave him his glasses. Ensuing conversation went as follows.

H: There are two lines.

Me: Yeah...sooooo...? 😀😀

H (sudden realization what two lines are supposed to mean): OMG there are two lines??? *sleepy smile*

Me: YES. I'M PREGNANT.

H (weakly): Yayyyy. (pause)...can I go back to sleep now?

Me: But what will I do???

H: You also sleep.

Me (running on sheer adrenaline now) : I CAN'T SLEEP I JUST FOUND OUT I'M PREGNANT.

H: Oooookay. (is too sleepy at this point to process anything).

Me: (excitedly hops over to Google at 5.20 in the morning and types out "I'm 4 weeks pregnant now what")

LMAO. That first pregnancy was quite something.

• The chapter begins with the MC sending her spouse a text. Depending on whether you mentioned a surprise, mentioned that you need to have a talk or texted emojis instead, the LI will react accordingly.

• With the surprise option, the LI flirts with her. With "we need to talk", they appear tense and believe she's angry with them. The emoji option is the funniest, coz the MC sends a string of emojis with the last one being this: 🍞, and the LIs are confused and referencing the bread (I've seen only two routes of this one - Liam talks about the Cordonian Baker's Festival which will only happen after a couple months, and Hana speaks about a bread course). The MC is puzzled at first, then gets to choose how to tell her spouse the news.

• AAAAAND NOW THEY KNOW.

Liam: Ecstatic and excited at the thought of holding his own child in his arms. Immediately after, he worries over the preparations they will need to make, the childproofing of the throne room and the things they will need to get ready, and it is the MC who calms him down.

I personally love that the narrative makes a mention of Liam "recentering himself" here, because it does show me that this is a rare display of raw emotion, of Liam letting go of his control, and you get a glimpse of what calming down for him looks like. Wish it hasn't taken four books to actually muster up the effort to write that.

Hana: One of the sweetest reactions ever - "We're going to be moms?" and a hearty squeal after that. She then becomes emotional and teary, cries with joy. There's some gentle teasing of each other where they call each other "cute", and then Hana tells her she's so glad she gets to share both this moment and this entire journey of pregnancy with the MC.

Hana doesn't show many signs of her intensive planning in this particular scene, because this - again - calls for raw emotion where the LI basically forgets their "normal" and truly savours that moment, but we do see signs of the same type of planning in other scenes.

Maxwell: WHOOPS with joy and excitement as soon as he realizes. Wants to scream out the news on a mountaintop. He promises the MC that their family will be the most awesome, most fun one that the kingdom has ever seen.

I love how Maxwell's overall vibe in this chapter seems to reflect his family situation - he definitely wants to be the exact opposite to his own child what his father has been to him. It's a pity they don't explore that enough.

Drake: Wild with joy, can't stop grinning. But also worried about whether he is being careless with the MC and is overly concerned for her. Calls her not just by her surname but also her first name. I wonder if that should be added to my Book 1 tallies 😂

• That TRR lullaby music is going to be played so much after this that we'll eventually get sick of it. I know it. I know it already.

• The LIs also get to check in with the MC about how she's feeling, and you as the reader get to decide how she is feeling at the moment (ecstatic, nervous, scared?). We also get the option to decide when to break the news to our friends (at the reception itself, or the next morning at breakfast). I think enough of us had an axe to grind with Savannah and Bertrand for the stunt they pulled (with our help) last book, that most people slammed that "reception" button like their lives depended on it.

• The LIs also act in different ways before their friends find out about the pregnancy:

Liam and Hana both dote on the MC, and Hana specifically keeps the MC's dietary restrictions in mind (gets sparkling water/orange juice in place of champagne/mimosas, asks about caffeine content/salmon during breakfast - this varies depending on when you make the announcement). With Drake, the group figures out that he has something on his mind because he's grinning nonstop, and Maxwell tries really really hard to hint at the MC's pregnancy by using phrases like 'bun in the oven' and 'expecting', and gives up in frustration when no one catches on.

• There are three ways you can tell the news to the group - if you're at the reception, you can leave them to guess, get the LI to announce via loudspeaker or scream it out. If you're at home, the same three options except the second one is simply the LI delivering the news in a more low-key manner.

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YOU'RE SUCH DORKS ISTG.

• Bertrand is happy for us but Savannah is surprisingly (to my great joy) nowhere to be found.

• CELEBRATORY DIAMOND SCENE. For 30 diamonds, which is usually reserved either for finales or turning-point diamond scenes. Again, these scenes deal with the newness of it all, the jubilation, the end of a (not very long, actually) wait, and the LIs get to talk about family.

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The sex part is 🔥 🔥 🔥 as usual, but the parts that really justify the 30 diamonds we're spending come before and after that. Each LI, as I've mentioned before, responds differently, but the thread that connects them all is the awe and wonder at this new life, and their plans and worries for the future (Good. You all should be worried if Olivia's diamond scene is anything to go by).

- Liam: In the pre-sex portion, the focus is on celebrating this moment they have alone - as parents - together, because once this news is brought out to the world, both they and their child will be thrown into the spotlight. I have spoken in this essay about the kind of upbringing royal children tend to have and the lessons they unknowingly learn in that environment. Liam has gone through this, he is aware his child will go through it too, but he wants the child to have as normal a life as he as a father can provide. This is clear in the last portion of the scene, where he touches the MC's stomach, marvels at the life they both created and - as per the MC's choice - communicates with said child. My favourite option of course is the lullaby, because it's one that Eleanor used to sing to him - and it is interesting how a lot of Liam's memories of an actual parent, doing actual parent-things, is of his mother.

- Hana: In the pre-sex portion, she speaks about how nervous they've both been over whether this pregnancy would happen and the pressure from the court, and how excited she is that that moment is finally here. When the MC asks her if she is nervous or scared, Hana tells her that even though everything that has led up to this (leaving her parents, having a new life in Cordonia) has been unknown and scary, knowing that they will finally have their own family outweighs "all the worries in the world". In the last portion of the scene, they flirt playfully, leading Hana at some point to wonder about whether they should set ground rules if the child is going to be such a charmer. She's already got a whole range of things prepared - from a pregnancy kit to snacks and drinks appropriate for the MC's condition - but the MC encourages her to relax and not worry too much. You can tell that Hana is already in the zone of wanting to be a better parent for her child than her own.

- Maxwell: I find the Maxwell version of this scene really interesting this time, because it deals with both his struggle to change for his child, and his struggle to NOT be the kind of father Bartie Sr was (finally they address this!). The first part of the scene involves Maxwell being his usual excitable self, wanting to scream the news from the rooftops then realising that it might be too risky for his wife. He speaks of wanting to "rewire" himself into "Good Dad mode". The last portion is especially poignant, because he speaks both of what a life without the MC would have been life (an enjoyable Beaumont Bash, but one where he is forever searching for someone, and feeling constantly lonely, like something is missing in his life), and he also promises his wife that he will be the kind of father who will learn and grow from his mistakes, and who will be there whenever his children need him most, not just drop by on the day of their child's wedding.

- Drake: Drake also falls back into old-habit before getting into father-mode - he mentions celebrating with drinks before realizing the MC cannot have them. The MC gets to choose either a non alcoholic beverage or a massage, and as far as I have seen the massage comes with yet another family story about his father massaging a particular spot in his mother's shoulder that would easily tense up. It astounds me how much effort the writers make into making Drake's scenes and exchanges so much more personal than the others. Like the others have their moments in this scene too - but in their cases such moments are the exception, not the norm. In Drake's it's always the norm.

In the aftermath of the scene, the couple get to discuss how they will bring up their child, even though that child will be heir to Cordonia's throne, and get to choose if they want to bring that child up with a sense of normality, or to appreciate the benefits they get from the royal life. In the end, all Drake wants this child to know at the moment is how much their parents love them.

• We now have brunch, hosted by the newlyweds. If we have not yet announced our pregnancy, Bertrand will simply announce us the way a herald would at a royal event before Savannah teases him for doing so, and if we have, he mentions that we are "celebrating the happy news with them once more". Bertrand speaks of being overly formal when he's very happy, and is even happier to mention the word "wife". That'll last.

• Leona gives Bertrand a cup of bourbon as a reward for the way he stood up to Chuck, claiming that she thought of him as a "pretty boy" who knew nothing, but was impressed by his behaviour on the wedding day. At this point I can only roll my eyes and finally celebrate when Auntie Bitch disappears. We've wasted way too much time than necessary on Drake's shitty family.

• If you haven't announced the news, you announce it after this scene. There are a few slight changes, esp the drinks mentioned in certain cases because the brunch is a more relaxed atmosphere than the reception so the food and drink items mentioned are pretty low-key. But everything else is pretty much as is.

• Bertrand and Savannah have a honeymoon to plan, which means we will finally get a break from them too, and Bianca asks us what we're planning in order to celebrate the news. Maxwell suggests getting a gift for the new arrival (9 months before arriving), and Savannah suggests they go to the general store and get something from there. The MC is nervous, because she wasn't exactly planning to meet Cassidy West again. Thankfully, he isn't at the store, so she's pretty safe 😂

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All the LIs have items they will check out with their friends/wives, but the scene varies related to who the MC married. Minimally in most cases, quite a bit in just one. As usual.

Maxwell shows us baby socks, and realizes that this child is a "miniature human" who will have small-sized everything. Virtually nothing changes in this scene except for Maxwell calling the child "our baby" instead of "yours" in his own playthrough. Everything else is disappointingly identical.

Hana shows us a toy tea set (it's still early days but Hana tells the MC it will be fun to practice and to think of the treats the child can eat from that). If you are married to her, she gets a single line referencing the childhood scene where she waited in vain for her mother at her own tea party.

Liam's scene is the one wit the diamond option - as the King of Cordonia whose entire country's future rides on this child, he is the one who gets to show the MC (+ LI in their respective playthroughs) the crib. There are two variations in this scene - the ones where Liam speaks about "our heir". Other than that, very little difference (though he does mention Constantine in one line later, so I guess that's a plus).

Drake shows the MC a wooden rocking horse. In his friend playthrough, he speaks of the gift as something the child can have to remember "ol' Uncle Drake" by. But if you're married to him, there is a whole set of dialogues where Drake talks of riding horses being part of the Walker DNA, and there is a reference to the secret wedding (riding off into the sunset), and there is interactive banter between the MC and Drake that you don't see much of in the other playthroughs. I wish I could say I'm surprised.

• I mean...seriously??? Maxwell gets NO OTHER VARIATIONS??? Hana's mention of her mother never coming to her tea parties isn't even followed up by a line expressing comfort from the MC????

• Just as we got there options for our nursery decor, we also get three options for the crib (classic, royal, forest fairytale). The royal option is lavish, all gold and cream, and the fairytale option is whimsical, wood finish and the same patterns of forest animals and flowers and leaves as the walls. The classic option is, like its corresponding decor, "very neutral. very baby".

• We exit the shop as quickly as we can either because Maxwell broke a trampoline (in the Liam, Hana and Drake playthroughs), or Hana dropped some teacups (in Maxwell's playthrough).

• Once we're done shopping, we get a call from Olivia, who is at our estate in Valtoria, asking us for the most precious thing in our room. But before she can ask, we tell her we're either furniture shopping or pregnant. The option the writers want us to be choosing is "pregnant", because there's a scene where Olivia secretly happy-cries for us when she learns the news. We can agree to loan her either some fancy shoes, our engagement ring (in the Maxwell playthrough, apparently, there is a reference to the twig ring he made back at the beginning of Book 3) or the Cordonian Royal Sceptre. She isn't sure if she'll come back alive, so she thanks us in case she doesn't.

• The ensuing Olivia diamond scene comes with a chance to figure out what Olivia is upto, an advantage over Auvernal, and a tiny hint at a Nevrakis name for TRM.

• I must say, the writers never cease to go all out for Olivia. Even over the female LI that should have been treated like a co-protagonist. And it's tiring because yet again I'll have to see half the fandom drag Hana just so they can drool over the white girl (in fact I already have).

• Olivia's sprite on the left side of the screen...is going to take some getting used to. It's disorienting. But it's fine after a second one!

• Anyway. She is now at a casino in Monte Carlo, meeting up with Bradshaw and Isabella. She's clearly in super-spy mode, since she refers to the King and Queen of Auvernal as targets rather than their names or titles. She has a better edge over the two if she is honest about her intentions and doesn't pretend she just bumped into them.

• Bradshaw speaks about King Liam sending his 'attack dog' to them and 'not doing his own dirty work' which is hilarious considering this man is from a militaristic society yet doesn't even know the C of combat training and has never done anything besides strategizing.

• Isabella always delivers her stinky, unwarrented opinion as if it holds any weight or has any relevance. In Olivia's case, she mentions Anton's marriage contract with Olivia and wonders aloud how the Queen/Duchess still trusts her enough to allow Olivia in her inner circle after that. All three options to push back at Izzy are 🔥 but my favourite one is "you look like you know all about poor judgement" (which is true, look at who she married).

• Olivia then gambles with Bradfraud and Stinkybella, with whatever the MC chose to give her as stakes. The best option is to simply call Bardfraud on his bluff, because he folds easily. Depending on whether Olivia wins or loses the game, he either asks the guards to place the item in the penthouse, or to get more funds from there. Olivia takes note.

• She then has to make sure she nicks the key to the penthouse from Stinkybella, either by acting tipsy or by coming closer to her for an "awkward hug". Both do the job.

• She learns the following from the penthouse:

- Bradfraud and Stinkybella stay in separate rooms, which means things "aren't as rosy" between them.

- She finds a letter of rejection, doubtless from another royal couple, and this is an indication that they aren't as popular as they pretend to be.

- She finds a map of a land she doesn't recognize (is it Monterisso? Olivia would recognize a map of her own country...and neighboring countries...but who am I fooling it's not like team TRH concerns themselves with such ridiculous things as logic!), which has troop formations on it. They're planning something called Operation Swan. I've heard of "Black Swans" and "Swanning About" used as military terms, but there's not a lot I understand from this. Perhaps this leans more towards a "black swan" idea - where they will launch a surprise attack with a nation they are allying with? IDK.

- Basically, we have enough leverage to win against these two, thanks to Olivia's work.

• In any case, someone comes to the room, and Olivia is on the verge of getting caught. So she'll need to scale her way down.

• This shows us if you have Olivia pray to her ancestors for wings:

(Theodosia is clearly the Renaissance Nevrakis)

• If you don't choose to scale down, Olivia will land on the pool instead, but even then she makes it out okay. She decides to keep an eye out because Bradfraud and Stinkybella could pose as a problem for Liam and the MC.

• Olivia is operating on her own, as far as she has told Bradfraud, but the possibility that Liam is aware of what she is upto still exists. And the MC has no clue even if she is Liam's wife because:

a. The writers are too lazy to code this for Liam, and

b. It's not like the MC puts any effort into finding things out anyway

• We're now leaving the Walker Ranch, a couple hours later, and saying our goodbyes to Drake's mother and aunt. I heave a sigh of relief at the fact that there's no additional "memories" from Bianca become this family has gobbled up enough of our attention. Seems like their horrible attitude was really about the money they didn't get after all (it's a fair gripe to have, but doesn't exactly warrant the attitude they've been throwing around).

• Leona still acts like she did us a huge fucking favour hosting us, even though she was an awful host and seriously deserves to lose her ranch. Bianca tries to be civil but no apologies from her for allowing her son in law to be treated like crap until his wedding day. Seems like all Walkers have a habit of expecting civility from others while giving none.

• Bianca asks us to keep in touch and I'm pretty sure a huge chunk of the fandom said "no way in Yeehaw Hell".

• Liam continues to be mysterious with regards to what Olivia is up to, and Esther - who I HC'd as inquisitive - seems not to care enough to ask more.

• The LI tells us, as we leave, that Kiara, Penelope and Madeleine will be traveling in the jet with us, and it's up to us to decide how we break the news to them. If you own corgis, that features as an option. Two of the options (writing on a cake and announcement by corgi) come with a simple "Coming Soon...The Royal Heir", but the charade one is my favourite 🤭

• Penelope is that particular Drake/Walker Ranch stan who loved the time we spent at the ranch and Kiara is the rest of the fandom, who would much rather be in Cordonia than cooling her heels in Texas.

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AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The MC then tries another charade, one that resembles cradling a baby in her arms, which Kiara takes to mean "American football" (thank God they don't force Cordonians to call it "soccer" anymore), Madeleine takes to mean "a common pirate jig" and Penelope somehow gets the guess right (though Kiara is the one who straight-out says it).

• The ladies are ecstatic, and congratulate us. Penelope calls for drinks, but Kiara has the common sense to add that the drinks should be alcohol-free. Madeleine informs us of the events lined up for us, including the Apple Ball which will doubtless be the ball we will be attending in the finale.

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There's a small private moment where the LIs dote over the MC more than necessary, wanting to pamper her and keep her in comfort. The MC calms them down, convinces them that they have a very good support system/are a great team together who can achieve anything.

• Mara still finds out about the pregnancy via Maxwell scouring the online shops for corgi-themed onesies even when he is the father. Which makes sense. It's still Good Dad Mode 😁

• In the tiny space of time it took between Madeleine finding out we were pregnant and us talking to people, she managed to schedule a conference for the same day! At least let us confirm the pregnancy with our docs???

• Plus, announcing this early, even if you're not royalty, is pretty risky. You're mostly advised to not disclose it too soon because the first trimester can be a little risky. And there are also cases where your first ultrasound turns out to not be that happy moment where you see that yolk sac and hear its heartbeat, or an ectopic pregnancy 😔. I recall reading about it on pregnancy forums before my first ultrasound (and stressing, but I had to be prepared) and not being satisfied until I confirmed it for myself.

• The writers and the readers know she'll be pregnant because that is what the story is, but perhaps if the team hadn't wasted so much time on the Walker Ranch, they'd at least not have to hurry like this.

• Actually...no. "Hurrying" would be the wrong word. Because they're going to stretch the press conference itself to like two chapters, it seems like. Basically they will spend time on everything that isn't important to the story as long as it's important to their pet character.

• The summary of Chapter 15 (CHAPTER FUCKING FIFTEEN. We're stuck at the beginning of all this even by CHAPTER FIFTEEN) speaks of the press conference heating up, so I'm having an inkling that there will be some pretty heavy stuff being asked in between? Maybe with regards to alliances, or a new scandal, or something else. But it's not going to be easy at all, that much is pretty clear. It's going to be frustrating and there's going to be stuff that will anger the LIs I think. I could be wrong, though.

• Overall this chapter does better in terms of variations even though they still do beef up Drake quite a bit over the others. But at least Liam, Hana and Maxwell get the rare opportunity to briefly address the mistakes (too small a word for what they've done) their parents have made. It's still not enough though. Esp considering the last 9 chapters have seen such an overall of Walker history and Drake's memories and the others have barely a handful of chapters to catch up.

• Sometimes I wonder if Olivia's independent investigation is also fueled by her desire to be so different from her parents and aunt as to wipe out the memory of their betrayal through her deeds. I do wonder if she will burn herself out completely in the process. She is made of sterner stuff than that, I know, but the determination she was showing in this scene and in the last few chapters was on another level.

• I wonder if we will get intel on Monterisso as well (I don't fully trust Amalas yet), or whether the narrative plans to establish this country as the underdog we will be supporting. Who knows. But I'm sure we will see more of that country in further chapters as well.

• That's it for this chapter, I think. Until the next one!

Limerence [Ten NCT]

noun

the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship. 

friends to lovers!au

warnings- slight angst (barely any), little bit of fluff, heavy smut, thigh riding, skull fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, dom!ten x bratty sub!reader

summary- (istg if i have to write this one more time i’ll fucking snap) 

It had been your lifelong dream to travel to Paris with your best friend, and it had finally come true. You spent mornings sipping on dark coffee and nibbling on toast, and afternoons were spent wandering the streets, soaking in the atmosphere. You had another dream though, you wanted to confess your love to Ten and spend days in the hotel room ordering room service and making love and cuddling. The City of Love holds surprises though, so maybe all your dreams can come true...

“I’m not here to fuck around Ten,” you huffed, “we are here for one reason and one reason alone.” You looked around the smoky French café, taking in the sight of multiple people smoking in the building — something you never would have seen back home. “Y/N, we’re here for some coffee and bread and cheese, calm down,” He scoffed, but his small smile betrayed his tone of voice. “That’s not funny, you know it’s always been my dream to have a simple breakfast in Paris, besides I really can’t wait for the brie cheese to bless my taste buds,” you pouted, calming your nerves with slow breaths in and out. This was the trip of your lifetime, what you had saved for since you got your first job in high school. That awful job as a housekeeper you held for three years through your adolescence gave you a good starting point, but it was your job in the office after you graduated that really made this possible. Working as a secretary for the lewd manager was suddenly all worth it as you relished in the smell of high quality tobacco mingling with coffee and light perfumes. Paris’ morning light shone through the window casting a heavenly glow on your best friend, Ten, who had been there for you since that unfortunate day in kindergarten. You had been on the playground after school, and in your innocent mind, you thought it was a great time to confess your undying love for the most popular boy in class. “Hey um,” your little heart was just racing against your chest, “um I think you’re really cute, and I’d be okay with getting cooties if I got them from you.” Yeah well apparently Jeff didn’t want your cooties because he screamed and ran away laughing, saying you were gross and he would never date a girl who picked her nose. That was a complete lie that Karen made up because you caught her not washing her hands after she went to the bathroom, but nobody cared because Karen’s dad was rich. Well that’s when the weird kid in class, Ten, knocked Jeff on his ass for being mean, which resulted in him getting put in the corner for the week. Our friendship blossomed, resulting in many sleep overs up until we were about 12, when our parents decided it was best to not put us in the same room alone for more than a couple minutes. I was there for him when Jennie broke his heart, when he lost his gym shorts during class, even when he lost his virginity. I was the first to know. I am still the first to know whenever he has sex, which is very often... “Hey, loser, where’s your mind,” Ten waved his hand in front of your face. “I was fantasizing about having barbecue sauce on my tiddies,” you referenced your favorite vine, chuckling at the memory. Ten nearly spat out his coffee when you said that, swallowing hard and glaring at you. You knew he had experienced something similar in one of his sexcapades, and loved the reaction it got from him when you mentioned it. “Bitch don’t you fucking dare I had to go to the hospital because of him.” “I know, I just really love that vine and that fact that you actually experienced something similar makes me so genuinely happy.” “Yeah well I’m glad my pain makes you so happy,” the boy across from you glared at you. “What’s the plan for today?” You queried. “It was gonna be The Louvre, then the Eiffel Tower and after that a nice dinner in the hotel, but I’m not so sure now that you’re being a bitch.” “The Louvre!? Oh please Ten I’m sorry, come on take me please! You know how badly I’ve dreamt of seeing the art,” You clasp your hands together under your chin and give him your best puppy eyes. Ten sighed slowly, smiling before saying he would still take you, and that he would never deprive you of something so important to you and your dreams. You finished your coffee just as the waiter came with a loaf of bread sliced thickly and some cheese to spread on it. “Do you need a refill?” He asked curtly, and you nodded, remembering you weren’t at home and waiters weren’t so overly enthusiastic. He placed the food down and took your cup back to have it refilled with coffee and the right portion of sweet cream. “Here,” he placed it on the table and you smiled at him as a light thanks, noticing the way his hair flopped into his dark eyes and the way his lips were parted just slightly. He looked like he had just got done with a mid-morning tryst in the kitchen. “Oh, could we get two separate plates? Family style eating is not my thing,” Ten’s request pulled you out of your small trance, and the waiter nodded. “Ten, the fuck, we don’t even use paper plates at home, what do you mean family style eating is not your thing,” You looked to him in a mildly panicked manner. “You were undressing him with your eyes, you wanna fuck him,” Ten glances towards the kitchen, “can’t say as I blame you, he’s cute.” “W-what? I w-was not!” A deep blush crept over your cheeks, giving away your brief thoughts of a night spent in bed with someone like him. “Get his number, we’re gonna be here for another month, might as well lose it here in the city of love,” Ten smirked as the boy came back with two plates. “Here,” he gave you the dishes, “anything else I can do for you?” He looks directly at you and you blush again, even deeper than before, because his gaze is intense and he seems to be smirking just a bit. “Um, your name?” You make a feeble attempt to get his information. The boy pointed to a pin on his chest, Lucas was etched into it and you couldn’t help but smile sadly. The one real relationship you had were you loved someone more than you loved your best friend, and his name was also Lucas, and he crushed your heart. “I’m Lucas, and my number is on the napkin on the second plate,” he winked, “text me sometime.” Lucas backed away slowly before pivoting, headed off to another table. “Oh shit, he’s smooth...” Ten looked on in awe. “Yeah well sucks his name is Lucas and he looks like a fuckboy,” you sighed. “I’m sorry Y/N, I’m here for you though,” Ten reaches for your hand to squeeze it tight in his. In his own mind, Ten couldn’t be happier you had already made up your mind on this Lucas boy. He had been waiting for his chance to take you as his own for years now, but he never found the right time and his stupid head was always in best friend mode, gassing you up to ask other people out. Never being selfish enough to just say he loved you as more than a friend, never having the guts to say you were the one he always thought of when he was pleasuring another girl. He hated himself for it, because he knew he was what was best for you. He knew he could make you happier than anyone else on this fucking planet. He knew just how he could tease you into begging for him to let you cum, and every time he thought of it he had to hop into a cold shower. He needed to take you for his own, but your friendship was getting in the way. He wasn’t sure how you felt even after all these years. After finishing up your breakfast, you looked at the napkin with Lucas’ number on it and contemplated leaving it there with a kiss from your nude lipstick, but decided against it reasoning that someone might take it and bother him. You looked to Ten for confirmation that it was time to leave, and he offered you his hand, leading you out the restaurant and down the cobbled street and threatened your ankles. One of these days you would remember that heels and cobbled streets do not mix, but today was not that day. “Ready for The Louvre, my dear?” Ten looked at you with bright eyes and a blinding smile. You nodded enthusiastically, curls bobbing up and down. Your gut wrenched because you were reminded just how much you love him, and how you have to constantly remind yourself he doesn’t love you like that. His constant stream of partners into your home was a painful reminder that you cried about some nights. Having him to yourself in Paris was a dream come true, literally. You had dreamt about going to Paris with him and confessing and spending days in the hotel room making love, more than once. You always woke up in tears, wishing it was real. You came really close to telling him once, after a break up that should have been unbearable was like a tiny prick at your heart. Ten thought you were just not letting yourself feel anything, and you erupted, coming this close to saying you didn’t care because you didn’t love him like you loved Ten. _________________________________________________ After your time at The Louvre, the Eiffel Tower seemed lackluster, but the view was still enchanting. It made you want to be wrapped in Ten’s arms, nuzzled into him as the wind gently caressed your skin, looking out upon Paris as night drew near. The city lit up slowly, street by street, giving you a reason to stay at the top of the tower chattering away the last hour of daylight as you watched on. “What? No way, he did?” Ten remarked in response to something you said about your boss harassing you again. “You say it like you’re surprised,” you chuckled sadly, tucking your hair behind your ear after a particularly strong gust of wind blew your hair every which way. “Well kinda, after you reported it to HR I figured it would stop,” Ten’s brows furrowed. He was genuinely upset you were going through this, he wanted to punch your manager and tell him to fuck off, but that would cost you your job. The way you were looking out on the landscape had his heart racing, he wanted to scoop you up and protect you from everything bad, keep you hidden away. “Ten,” You looked at him, deciding after looking out at the fully lit up city, “I love you.” “Well duh,” he chuckled, “I love you too.” He took it the wrong way, but your stomach was in too many knots to explain so you just nodded and suggested you head back to the hotel, you were exhausted from your magical day as the museum. Someday I’ll tell him, one of these days while we’re here. You thought to yourself. ————————————————————— After a solid nights sleep you woke up feeling well rested. You headed into the bathroom after checking to see if Ten was still asleep on the other side of the large bed. You grabbed your clothes, a light blue pinstripe sundress and some lacy baby pink panties, deciding to go braless because of the off the shoulder design. After allowing the water to fill the tub you hop in, letting the lavender bath salts soak into your skin and sooth your aching muscles from the constant activity. The sun filters through the small window near the ceiling, illuminating the bathroom just enough for you to be comfortable. If felt mildly sensual and still refreshing, making you happy to be alive. You closed your eyes in contentment and let yourself drift off, just for a little bit. Ten had woken as the sun hit his face, warming his cheeks. He noticed you weren’t in bed and assumed you were in the bathroom, but decided to check to make sure. He knocked once or twice and no answer, and he got concerned. You wouldn’t just leave the hotel without him, you didn’t know the city like he did. “Y/N?” He knocked on the door once more, a little harder this time. Still no answer, so he opened the door to find you sleeping in the tub, all the bubbles gone revealing your body to his wandering eyes. He noticed you were slowly slipping into the water, getting dangerously close to drowning, and immediately ran over to wake you. “Y/N, wake up,” he whispered into your ear as he grabbed your shoulders to keep your head above water. He had to shake you gently for you to wake up. It took a second to register what was going on, you were naked and Ten was holding you by the shoulders, eyes grazing your breasts before snapping back to your gaze. “Oh my god why are you in here!” You go to cover your body with your arms, a deep flush taking over your entire face and chest. “I knocked on the door a few times before coming in, you weren’t answering and I was worried!” He defended himself as he stood to leave. “Just get out!” You screeched, feeling utterly mortified. It took you a few minutes to calm down before you could get dressed and exit the bathroom. When you did Ten wasn’t in the room, and you sighed in relief, giving yourself time to sit on the bed and scroll through social media. You looked at people bragging about their relationships and scrolled past, feeling salty about their happiness. You so wished you could be that happy with Ten, but it was impossible. After about an hour Ten came back to the room, sweaty and looking accomplished. “What did you do, go find someone to fuck?” Your gut wrenched at the thought but judging by the way he was sweating you couldn’t think of anything else. “What?” He looked at you like you were crazy. “No, no no no, Jesus Christ no. What’s wrong with you? I went to work out in the gym downstairs.” You suddenly felt stupid, realizing you fucked up. In a last ditch effort to change the topic, you bring up the waiter from yesterday, Lucas. “So, I’m thinking I might call Lucas after all,” you wanted to get the attention off your stupid mistake, “he was really cute, and he was interested in me.” Ten’s emotions boiled over in that moment, he was furious at you for thinking about another guy when all he could think about was how you looked in the tub this morning. “You what? Why?” His voice was low. “Well you were right, he’s cute and I was thinking about him a lot yesterday and since we’re not gonna be here forever I don’t have to get serious. I might actually be able to lose my virginity.” “Why the fuck does losing your virginity matter?” His eyes were wide with anger and you weren’t entirely sure why. “Why can’t I be enough for you?” His voice was as low as a whisper and you didn’t hear him fully. “What did you just say? I didn’t hear you,” you expected him to repeat himself, but he stormed out and left you confused and angry. He didn’t come back that day, leaving you alone in the room with no food and no way to contact him because he left his phone here. You felt awful, but you didn’t say anything wrong. You were an adult and did not owe him any explanation about having any kind of relationship, sexual or not, with anyone of your choosing. That why it bothered you that you felt so awful. It was like your stomach was constantly turning, and you were pacing the room back and forth. You spent fifteen minutes crying before falling asleep for a little bit, dreaming of confessing to Ten in Paris and making love. ————————————————————— Ten was so mad he couldn’t think straight. He knew it wasn’t right, he never made it clear that he loved you, and he had slept with plenty of people himself. He tried to calm down by running again, but it wasn’t working. He needed to get away from the hotel, away from you just for a while, so that he wouldn’t storm into to the room and ruin the trip by telling you he wanted you to be his and never think of another man like that again. He rented a cheap room down the street at a ratty motel with questionable taste in decor, giving himself the time and space he needed to think. You also had time to think after waking up from your sad nap, that was what you called naps when you cried yourself to sleep. You decided that when he came back you were going to make it abundantly clear that you loved him, not just as a friend, and if that ruined the vacation then so be it. You would go find another hotel to cry in for the next month, or maybe just go home. It wasn’t worth it for you to keep pushing your feelings aside, and who knows, maybe he would feel the same. You snickered at your naive thought that things like this work out. All feelings aside, you were worried because your friend still hadn’t come back to the hotel and it was nearing one a.m., Ten could take care of himself but you didn’t feel so safe without him. Being alone in a king size bed in a big room in Paris did nothing for your anxiety, and you felt bad when you locked the door from the inside for fear of Ten not being able to get back in. So there you sat, knees up to your chest in a king size bed with silky light blue sheets in a hotel in Paris, without the man you loved. Ten was also having troubles of his own. He was struggling to come to the right frame of mind to go back. He knew you needed a friend right now but his erratic heart beat and constant thoughts of you loving him back were nagging at him, telling him to just tell you and possibly ruin the friendship just for his own stupid feelings. After a night of tossing and turning and very little sleep, he checked out and walked down the street back to your hotel, greeting the door attendant with a small nod. He opted for the stairs in comparison to the devastating silence of the elevator where he might chicken out and decide to just kiss you the second he saw you. He knew you needed a friend to gas you up, not someone who was gonna be possessive and keep you to himself. Once he came to the seventh floor he was breathless, he sounded like he had just completed a marathon. Sirens were going off in his mind, telling him to man up and take you for his own. He ignored every single one of them and took his key to the door, sliding the card and waiting for the little beep to confirm it was unlocked. On the other side of the door you were sat in the middle of the bed biting your nails down to nubs. Your legs were crossed and your brows deeply furrowed, worried that Ten had maybe left you here in favor of company at another hotel. You shook your head, pushing the thought away. You heard a small clock and turned your head to the door, seeing it crack open and his head poked through. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t know what got into me I never should have-“ Ten started as he walked through the door, but you didn’t pay attention, because you darted off the bed nearly breaking your leg. You tossed your arms around his neck and he stood there shocked. “Ten, look me in the eye,” You looked up at him with your eyes wide, determined but terrified, “if you ever fucking leave me like that again I’ll hunt you down and punch you in the gut.” You didn’t have it in you to tell him like you thought you did, so you just kissed him. You kissed him hard, and all the while he just stood there motionless. Ten’s mind was racing, eyes wide, and hands clenched tight. He wasn’t sure what was going on, he was still trying to process the threat of a gut punch. The second you pulled away he used his now free lips to exclaim, “What the fuck!” “You don’t love me like that, I know,” you sighed, feeling like an absolute fool, “but I just had to tell you. It’s been like this for so long, I don’t even know how long I’ve loved you.” Ten was trying to process the kiss, still a few seconds behind you, but when he heard you say it he suddenly understood. He was wrong, you loved him, you actually loved him. He felt his heart explode. “No, Y/N, no no no you’re so wrong,” he took your hands in his, “Jesus fucking Christ I can’t believe this, I’ve loved you for ten years.” Your eyes were stinging with the threat of tears, throat tight and lip wobbling. “Don’t cry baby, please?” Ten took you in his arms and carried your shaking body to the bed. He set you down gently, taking his place beside you and pulling you close to his chest. “But I thought you were gonna hate me and go home without me,” you sobbed in relief. Ten wiped the tears off your cheeks and smiled. “I would never do that to you, I’m still your best friend, I have a contractual obligation to keep you safe even when we’re aren’t on good terms.” He winked at you in his usual joking way, making your worries melt away. “You really love me?” Your eyes started to glint with excitement, “like as more than your best friend?” “Yes, since you helped me after Jennie,” Ten looked you directly in the eye, “even then I think I loved you before that.” Your heart was pounding, stomach full of butterflies as you looked at the man you had loved for most of your lifetime, the man who kept you up countless nights with thoughts of kisses leading to more. “Kiss me,” you said, just above a whisper. Ten smirked as he brought his hand up to your neck, “You sure?” He drawled. “Mhm.” You closed your eyes slowly, and then there it was, you felt his lips slotting against yours in a slow rhythm. He was gentle but his hand was firm on the side of your neck, signaling you to let him control the kiss. Your legs slowly intertwined and you hands started to roam his chest and abdomen, finding places that elicited goosebumps when you caressed him just right. You felt heat pooling in between your legs, a throbbing beginning to present itself. You knew all too well the feeling meant you had two options, a cold shower, or alone time to pleasure yourself. This time though, this time you might not have to pleasure yourself. Maybe Ten would take care of you. The thought had your mind going haywire, the possibilities seemed endless in that moment. “Babe,” Ten pulled away, breathless and disheveled, “we don’t have to, we should wait until we know exactly what’s going on.” You whimpered quietly, “What is there to know, we’re two adults who have loved each other for years. Do you not want to date me?” “Of course I do princess, I just want to make sure you want this. You don’t have to do this for me.” “Oh my god,” you got fed up with his kindness, the stickiness between your legs becoming ever more prominent. You rolled on top of him, caging his head in between your arms, “shut up. Just fuck me.” You dipped your head down to his neck and nibbled on the bare skin, something you had dreamt of doing for so long. “Excuse me,” Ten took a fistful of your hair in his hand and jerked your head upwards, “but I was just trying to be nice. You’re gonna talk to me like that?” The look in his eyes changed, it was dark and mean, no mercy anywhere in his gaze. “What are you gonna do about it?” You tested his limits, seeing if he was just acting or if he was really going to dominate you. “First rule of dating me,” he growled into your ear, “you’re obedient, and you take what I give you.” You rolled your hips onto his thigh, defiance glowing from your eyes. “No, I don’t wanna. I want to be fucked and I want it now.” Ten’s hands left your hair in favor of your hips, lifting you off him and throwing you down on your stomach. He took your hands behind your back and held them with one hand while he brushed you hair to the side exposing your neck to the warm air. “Guess I’ll just have to teach you then, won’t I,” his breath splayed across the crook of your neck, and you felt excited, he wasn’t acting, he was truly being dominant. That was a major switch from what you heard, he was usually pretty submissive with anyone else. “Once you let go of me I’m going to make you fuck me,” you let out your threat through clenched teeth, barely able to wait to see what he would do next. You didn’t get a response from him, he just parted your legs roughly and shoved his knee between them. He propped you up just a but so your head was on the bed and your ass was in the air, his thigh pressing up against your heat. “Since you wanted to grind on me so badly earlier, grind.” He didn’t need to tell you for you to take action, rolling your hips, begging for friction. His thigh flexed, and a jolt of electricity spread throughout your body. You remembered you wanted to push him to the edge, and forced yourself to stop, your clit begging you to begin again. Ten didn’t take this well, he grabbed your hips and flipped your position so you were back on top of him, his thigh underneath you now. He kept his hands on your hips, dragging you back and forth against your own will. You started to melt under the pressure that was building. You tried to keep the mewls of pleasure from escaping your lips, pressing them together and furrowing your brows. “Moan for me princess, it’s okay if you feel good,” his eyes were searching yours for any semblance of defiance, but you were feeling too much to pretend you didn’t want this. You let your mouth fall open and the moan escaped without your permission. You wanted to care, but all that mattered right now was that Ten’s thigh was gonna make you cum. It was embarrassing that you felt so good from just his thigh, you wanted more but he was relentless, pushing you towards your orgasm. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked. You nodded, unable to form coherent words. Then he stopped, stilling you suddenly holding you in a vice like grip. “But,” you protested, you wanted so badly to release the tension in your stomach. You wanted to feel the rush of white hot pleasure taking over your entire body, melting you into a puddle of who you once were. “Lay down with your head off the edge of the bed,” Ten pushed you off him and jumped off the bed, unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his trousers. “No,” you teased, “you didn’t let me cum, I’m not gonna be good for you.” Ten took your face in one hand and told you that if you didn’t do as he said he would walk out right now. You wanted to dare him, push his limits, but something in you told you he wasn’t kidding and you needed him more than you cared to admit. You were thinking about him nipping at your stomach, knuckle deep in your folds and pushing you over the edge. You laid on your back and let your head dangle off the edge of the bed. “Open your mouth,” you did as he asked, obediently opening your mouth. As you looked at him, you saw his cock jump out from under his briefs. You looked on in disbelief, wondering how you were gonna fit it in your mouth, feeling a little fear. Ten must have sensed it, because he suddenly turned gentle. “It’s okay, the position makes it easier,” he placed kisses on your temples before slowly shoving his cock in your mouth. It was hard to breath at first, but you understood after a few seconds that you had to breath through your nose. You liked the little grunts he made when you sucked your cheeks in, and tried to keep it up. He started to be more rough, jamming himself down your throat, and you couldn’t help but be immediately turned on. You felt so happy to know you were making him moan, and the strings of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth were oddly enticing. You felt like a toy, like he was using you and it felt amazing. “Do you like this princess? You’re going cross eyed,” he grunted in short syllables, his voice shaky. You were turning him into a mess, and you loved it. You hummed in response, forcing him to pull out before he came down your throat. “Why did you stop?” You whined, “I wanna make you cum.” Your eyes were blown out and glassy, looking close to the perfect image of utter bliss. “It’s not about me princess, crawl up the bed and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel,” his gaze was softening just slightly, making you more compliant. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere, leaving hickies in places only you could find them. “We have to get you out of this,” he pushed the dress you were wearing up your body, “it looks beautiful but it’ll just get in the way.” When his hands grazed your sides you felt goosebumps rise all over, hardening your nipples to a peak. He tugged the dress over your head and took a moment to revel in your beauty, in disbelief that this was actually happening. You felt yourself blush and covered your breasts with your arms. “Don’t cover yourself, let me see you in full view. I’ve imagined this so many times, but it was never this beautiful,” Ten was transfixed, hypnotized. He wanted to cover every inch of your exposed skin in kisses, and that’s exactly what he did. He started randomly peppering small, slow kisses all over, you stomach, your chest, the hem of your now drenched panties. You were on cloud nine, somehow even higher than before. Your legs were trembling with need under Ten’s waist, and you could feel yourself dripping now. “Please,” you moaned, “please touch me, make me cum.” It almost sounded like you were crying, and you felt like it. You were so high you just wanted to go even higher, mind a complete haze. Ten looked up to you from his position and took in the view. You were a sight to behold, looking utterly fucked out and he had still barely touched you. You were putty in his hands now, begging him for your release. “Well, since you said please,” he smirked at you as he hooked his fingers into your panties and tugged them down, “I’ll let you cum, just once though.” You smiled, happy because of the man between your legs, and his ability to control how you were feeling. Her took a moment to marvel at your soaked core before lightly kissing your inner thighs, covering every inch of ground before turning his attention to the main attraction. He used his lithe fingers to prod at your opening and almost slipped in because of how slick you were. “Fuck princess, you’re so wet for me,” he licked his lips hungrily, “have you imagined this before?” Ten looks up to your to see if you answer, and is in love with the sight. A blush is creeping up your neck and you have your bottom lip between your teeth, brows furrowed and playing with your nipples. “Yes, I have, so please,” You whimper pathetically, “please please please.” “I can’t say no to that face,” Ten puts his fingers to work, inserting one into you painfully slowly. You wiggle your hips to indicate you want more. “Slowly babygirl, I want to enjoy seeing you like this,” he kissed your thighs again before adding another digit and stretching you just slightly. He started to curl his fingers upward, massaging a certain spot that had your back arching off the bed. “Oh my fuck, yes!” You cried out loudly, mouth hanging wide open and your eyelids hung half closed. Your vision went blurry and Ten picked up the pace, pushing into harder and faster. You felt the white hot flash, followed by the warmth that spread throughout your body, your orgasm exploding from your stomach. Colors flashed on your eyelids as you rode it out, Ten deliciously slowing down and drawing his fingers out of you. “Good girl, you look so pretty when you cum,” he placed his fingers at your lips, expecting you to take them in your mouth. You did as he wanted and was surprised to find how sweet you tasted, it was like honey, utterly intoxicating. He lowered himself down again to lap up your juices directly from your folds. He hummed in pleasure, “So good babygirl, so fucking sweet.” “Can you make me cum again,” you batted you eyelashes innocently, “pretty please?” You were embarrassed to ask but it was so good, you could get addicted to it. “Are you still on birth control princess?” Ten scaled you body up back to your lips, slowly kissing you while you nodded. You loved the taste of you on him and the way they mixed to create something new and even more intoxicating. “Can I fuck you properly this time?” His voice was barely a whisper at the base of your neck, kissing your collarbones. You nodded again, smile spreading across your face. Your entire body felt so light, like you were floating, but you came back down as soon as Ten started to push into your folds. The stretch was delicious, and he slipped right in, all the way to the hilt. His breathing was shaky as your walls clenched around him. “Mm babygirl,” he hummed, “you feel even better than I imagined, so tight.” His voice had gotten an octave deeper, threatening to make your heart beat even faster which might send you into cardiac arrest. His thrusts were slow at first, going deeper than you though possible, making you back arch off the bed again, hitting that special spot over and over again. You couldn’t comprehend how good you felt, it was like you weren’t even a human anymore. You felt like you had ascended to another plane of existence. Your attempt to form simple phrases failed epically, making you babble incoherently about how good he was fucking you. Ten had been holding back but seeing you moaning so wontonly beneath him made him finally lose it. He rolled his hips, slamming against you so fast it was a blur. The lewd sound of skin slapping filled the room, and you reveled in it. You were sure this was a dream, nothing on the planet could feel to good. “Ah, fuck!” Ten choked out as he stilled suddenly. You felt the knot in your stomach come lose again, the pleasure washing over you like a wave. You both collapsed in a sweaty heap, unable to tell where one ended and the other began, chests heaving and hearts racing. The release of after sex hormones pushing you to snuggle into him once he rolled off you, but he hopped out of bed a padded to the bathroom, coming out with a towel to clean you up. You felt so loved in that moment when he wiped you clean, he smiled softly after you were both clean. When ten climbed back to bed he immediately pulled you to him, pressing your bodies together as sleep pulled over you both. ————————————————————— When you both woke up you were still entangled, feeling like a single being rather than two separate entities. “Good morning Y/N,” Ten smiled at you sweetly, his voice raspy. “Good morning Ten, I love you,” you nuzzled into his chest, finally able to say what you wanted to for so many years. “I love you too, more than anything on this planet.” You felt your heart flutter and laid there in utter bliss and a little disbelief. All you ever had to do was tell him and he would’ve been yours. You just had to use your words, that simple. “I wish we could stay like this forever, but I’m starving,” You pouted, slowly pulling away. Ten pulled you back to him, quiet for a moment, before sighing. “Let’s do it,” He stated matter of factly. “What?” You knitted your brows together in confusion. He smiled at you and stated, like it was the most natural thing in the world, “Let’s stay here like this forever, you and me, in Paris. We can get a flat, and you can focus on your art. I’ll find a job here and we can live here happily ever after.” You knew you should’ve been appalled, but you found yourself nodding, tears pricking at your eyes. “Let’s do it.”

- lost keys - BTS Jimin

a/n: idek, this was sitting on my drive. t’was for a friend headcannon and decided to re-write it

word count: 1.2k genre:mainly fluffer, not requested. summary: in which you are roomates with Jimin, Yoongi and Tae, and you forgot your keys :o pairing: JiminxReader(she) - Ft. Yoongi & Tae

masterlist

Y/N: Please tell me you're home Jimin: I am...What's up? Y/N: I forgot my keys! Jimin: I'll be down in a sec. Y/N: My hero!!

‘YES!’ you cheered internally when you saw Jimin came into view from the stairs. 

He was probably lazing around when you text him, since he wore some bermuda shorts and flip-flops with a white tank top that popped his arm muscles. Once he opened the building door you smiled, genuinely happy to see him. Jimin looked a bit flustered and dedicated a half timid smile your way. Judging by his ruffled hair, he was probably lying on the couch half asleep like he normally is at this hour, and that made you feel a little bad and you messaged him to come and rescue you because you forgot your damn keys. Mentally you took a note to stop being this scatterbrained- if only it was easy like that.

“Ah Jiminie” you sobbed “My hero!!” without thinking you hugged him and he awkwardly grabbed your waist but returned the hug “I’m so, so sorry. But Ive been outside for like thirty minutes” You apologized, entering the building and walking to the set of stairs.

“Thirty minutes!? Why didn't you just called me first?”

“I didn't want to disturb you! I know this day is kinda tiring for you, and if Yoongi or Tae were available I would've just run to them and get the keys, but they didn't answer their phones” You huffed. “ It’s so weird though cause normally after using my keys I drop them inside my bag” you tell him, walking up the stairs.

“Yea ha ha ha, well it happens…” he laughs nervously. “Tae and Yoongi will get back to the flat late today right?” He asks

“Yeah, they’ll be back around 2 AM I think, why?”

“I was thinking on maybe watching a movie, you know...chill?" you looked at him teasingly.

“NO no, I didn't mean it like …Netflix and chill…ha ha ha” he laughs embarrassed showing his half crescent eye smile “Ew ha ha.”

“Ew? Nice touch Jiminie.” You thumbed up to him being playful, while Jimin opened the door to the apartment. “You should feel lucky you are my savior because I would've punch you for that, you hurt my heartu” you pout at him.

Jimin left his flip-flops on the entrance, keeping the door open until you walked through the threshold  “Let’s watch a movie Jiminie” you agreed, throwing your bag behind the door. Jimin looks at you and smiles “you can choose which one” he fist bumps the air and hurries to to the TV “I’m gonna change and take my makeup off, be right back.” you run towards the shared room you have with Yoongi to change into more comfortable clothes, while doing so, you checked your phone.

Y/N: -HEELP I'm outside I forgot my keys! Are you at work already??!         -nvm

Yoongs: Sorry babygirl, I was attending some clients. You got home safe?

He had replied, a little late of course.

Y/N: Yeah, chims was home so he came down to open the door. Idk where I lost my kets thought...istg I left them on my bag.

Yoongs: Mmmm, Idk. I did saw Jimin around your bag yesterday, he said he was looking for some notes but I didn't inquired further.

Y/N: Strange...he didn't mention that. Well anyway, gtg we are watching a movie.

Yoongs: Netflix and chill with the chims, huh? Nice...

Y/N: Pfff he got all sweaty when I made the same joke. lol.

Yoongs: -I bet he is picking a romantic one he knows you'll like...                -He is tryna get your in the mood~

Y/N: Nasty~

You laughed and throw away your phone to start changing your clothes, but kept thinking about what Yoongi said. did Jimin really rummage through your bag yesterday?.

Walking with your pajamas on, you headed to the couch were Jimin was waiting for you with some snacks and drinks over the table. 'sweet Jimin' you thought.

“What are we watching today?” you asked flopping next to him while you opened a can of soda and drinking from it.

“Me before you”  he answered.

You gulped, your throat suddenly dry “I love that movie”

“Yeah I know, that’s why I picked it” he turned his head and smiled widely “I haven’t seen it yet.” licking your lips nervously, you thought back to Yoongi's text. “Is that okay?” Jimin asked waiting your reply, taking a sit next to you.

“Sure”

In the middle of the movie your stomach started to grumble and Jimin hands over the snacks. with a 'Thanks' you place the bowl on your lap.The movie is reaching it's peek, and you know the tears will soon be falling down your cheeks because it always gets you emotional, no matter how much times you re-watch it. Grabbing a big handful of chips Jimin reached for some too and your hands touched, at the contact Jimin flinched, yanking his hand away snacks flying out the bowl in the process.

“Woo bro. I don't have leprosy, chill….” you retorted, handing the bowl to him.

“It’s not that...” he started, grabbing your hand gently, leaving the chip bowl aside “Your hands are so cold, Y/n” he turned his eyes from the TV and kept looking down at your hands on his. You blushed at his warm gentle touch “always....” he adds, almost whispering.

“I’m a lizard” you said, evading the awkward and tense moment.

“Aah," Jimin chuckled "that explains your flaky skin” he nodded and smiled showing his tongue.

“Hey!..” you grabbed your face removing yourself from Jimin’s hold “It’s not flaky! I can’t go hydrating my skin every 5 minutes” he cracked a laugh and you pouted, slightly offended.

“Of course…” Jimin’s laugh dies, his gaze serious. Looking at him you pursed lips into a thin line and he did the same. After what it felt forever some classical music starts playing and Jimin looked away. Silently, you take a deep breath slowly so Jimin can’t hear.

“She looks lovely in that red dress” Jimin pointed out.

“She’s Emilia Clarke, she looks beautiful in rags, to be honest” you chuckled softly. “She is my waifu” you mentioned hugging your legs to your body, resting your chin on top of them.

“Yeah she is okay I guess…” Jimin partially agrees.

You turned eyes to him dramatically. “Excuse you?” opening your mouth in 'O' shape you stare at him baffled “How dare you say she is just okay? Don’t you see her bro?” Jimin scratched his head and looked down smiling. “She is gorgeous”

“I do see her…” he replied. You are about to say something when he continues “But I guess my concept of gorgeous is different from yours” he locked his eyes with yours, and you swear you see him gulp.

“Jimin…I need to ask you... something” you turn your whole body towards him and he stiffens a bit.

“Yeah?” he asks not taking his eyes away.

“Jimin…” you hesitated. “Do you…?” he smiled at you, looking at your lips moving while you tried to find the words you desperately want to ask when suddenly a pressure crushed you under it's weight.

“Hey my guys! what's poppin’? Yoongi said we could come home earlier today!” said Tae falling on top of you.

netflix and no chill

↬ summary: when lost in translation goes just a little too far to the wayside.

↬ genre: fluff

↬ pairing: chase/chacha malone x reader

↬ word count: 2.9k

a/n: another repost of an older work i did. istg i write stuff besides fluff, it's just all in the works rn. xP

It was well past time for the sun to be shining down on the harried faces of pedestrians shoving past each other on their way to any number of destinations. But the sun seemed much too tired to show her face, choosing instead to hide behind the silver-grey skirts of the clouds dotting the sky. The dim color had absolutely no bearing on the small spot of warmth blooming in you as you wove through the crowds to the AOMG office. It could begin pouring rain and you would probably still be smiling brightly to yourself.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had set foot in the place, though it certainly felt like longer than just a few weeks. Of course you understood that life for your musically-talented friends was beyond busy, and the last thing you expected was endless hours to spend with them. Their careers came before almost anything else, and standing in the way of something each and every one of them had been so long reaching for - you would never dream of it. Even so, you could only go so long without seeing them before something had to be done.

So here you were, pushing past the glass doors and waving to a few of the people scattered about the lobby. Rather than wait for the elevator, you slipped into the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time to the studio floor. The faint sounds of music drifted into the hall from one of the rooms, and you followed it to a door sitting slightly ajar.

Inside you discovered Jay and Loco sprawled on the couch, lazily scanning their phones, though they had the presence of mind to look up as you snuck in. Gray stood at the mic, firing out lines too fast for you too follow, especially with the window between you and the booth blocking most of them. Most importantly, though, was Chacha seated before the impressive array of mixing equipment. Ignoring the knowing looks on the other boys’ faces and the way your heart thumped in your chest, you plopped down into the vacant seat next to him.

You had yet to say it out loud to anyone but Hoody, but you had developed something of a crush on him. What had begun as mildly enthusiastic fangirling over his talent, had unexpectedly grown into more, and now you were hopelessly infatuated. The two of you had bonded further over your shared origins outside Korea, though you had the advantage of a mother from Gwangju. Even so, the two of you had hit it off much to your delight, and it had become a common sight to see you either at his side or running off to join him.

Which was probably why even though the pair of you didn't say anything as you watched Seonghwa finish his verse, he still handed you a can of coffee that had been perched happily beside his own. You accepted gratefully, shooting him a beaming smile before popping the tab and silently chugging most of its contents. It wasn't nearly as involved as theirs, but your own work had been wearing you down as well, and you were happy for the pick-me-up.

As soon as the door opened and the booth’s former occupant took up residence with Jay and Hyukwoo on the couch, Chase turned to you, smiling so genuinely your stomach flopped.

“Hey, long time no see!”

“Jeez, you say it like we haven't spoken in years or something!” You laughed. He shrugged.

“Feels like it. You haven't been by the studio in ages.” It was your turn to let your shoulders rise and fall as you tried to play it cool.

“I know you've all been busy. I didn't want to get in the way.”

“That's a lame ass excuse,” Jay declared. “Y’know you're welcome here anytime.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm busy too.”

“Busy avoiding how deep in denial you are,” Gray chimed in. It took your brain a second to process the sudden switch he'd made to Korean, but when you had you sent him your darkest glare.

“Yah!” The other guys chuckled, though Chase just looked confused. For once you were grateful for his lack of knowledge with the language, as it saved you the immense embarrassment of explaining yourself. The others relentlessly teasing you was more than par for the course, but it didn't make you want to crawl down a hole any less. What came out of Jay’s mouth next didn't help in the least.

“Well I think that's everything for now. We’re gonna go get lunch.” Before you could open your mouth, the three of them fled the room, leaving you and Chacha alone.

“They could have at least invited us too,” you muttered. He watched the way you pouted and chuckled.

“Who needs them, let's go get lunch ourselves.” You looked at him, the implication of his proposition making your stomach do somersaults.

“Don't you wanna go catch up to them or something?” He scoffed and stood, holding a hand out to help you out of your chair. You accepted, letting him tug you to your feet.

“Nah, I see enough of them here during the day. Let's go.” As he began leading the way out of the office, his phone buzzed. Checking the screen, he rolled his eyes at Jay’s message.

You owe me.

A second later, it was followed up with,

Don't fuck it up.

Despite your initial hesitation to spend any extended time with Chase, lest you become a mess of butterflies and nerves, you made it through lunch without any problems. In fact, it was the most fun you'd had in a long while, and when you caught him grimacing at his phone your heart dropped.

“Sorry but I should probably get back.” Knew it. But you smiled in understanding and started gathering the remains of your meal.

“Those tracks won't mix themselves!” You declared cheerfully. When you looked up from tossing your collective trash, a look of hesitance had overtaken him. “What?”

“Do you wanna come over later?

“What?” You repeated, this time with an added edge of disbelief. His gaze slid away from yours and you realized you'd never seen him, the Chacha Malone, so obviously nervous.

“Well it's been awhile since we hung out, so I was thinking when I'm done at the studio you could come by... There's some new stuff out, so we could watch that and just, y’know, chill.” If your desire to not look like a ridiculous beached fish hadn’t won out, you were fairly certain you would’ve been gaping at him. Instead you swallowed and raised your eyebrows at him.

“Chase did you…. Did you just ask me to Netflix and chill?” Realization dawned in his eyes, before they melted back to his familiar dark brown, lighted with amusement.

“I guess I did,” he laughed. “Are you saying no?” This time it was you who hesitated, weighing the offer in your mind. After all, it didn’t have to mean what you thought it did, right? And even if it did, were you really going to turn that down?

“I’ll see you tonight,” you managed eventually, and the two of you went your separate ways out the door.

By the time you showed up at his apartment door, with what felt like an eternity left before the time he’d texted you earlier, you were a mess. A nervous, excited, and maybe even a little queasy, mess. You’d made an effort to wear more than just your typical couch surfing gear of sweats and a comfy tee, and even refreshed your makeup rather than removing it like you usually would have. None of it made you feel any better about anything.

The universe took pity, though, only giving you a few minutes to worry yourself senseless before the door swung open after you’d finally raised the courage to knock. You could see the weariness of the week catching up to him; not only in the faintly visible bags under his eyes, but also the fact that he was in a well-worn hoodie and jeans that made you feel supremely overdressed.

“Hey.” He moved aside, letting you slip past into the hall. “Did you come from somewhere?”

“Huh?” You looked up from taking off your shoes, meeting his eyes with your confused ones.

“You seem more dressed up than you were earlier.”  Shit. Forcing a quick smile onto your face and willing your cheeks to stop heating up, you nodded.

“Oh y-yeah, I met one of my friends at the mall earlier.” Before he could ask any more questions, you moved past him into the lounge, making yourself comfortable on the couch and he followed suit a moment later.

Picking something to watch wasn’t difficult as you both shared similar tastes in shows and movies. It was getting through the episodes that was proving to be difficult. You were so high strung you had forgotten what was happening at this point, and you couldn’t be bothered to focus enough to find out. What you were focused on, rather than whatever pickle the main character found themselves in, was how close you two were seated, how you could just feel his body heat seeping into your skin despite his sweatshirt, how if you moved a smidge to the left, you’d be basically leaning on him. None of these thing seemed to bother Chase, and that just made you all the more frustrated with yourself. You were beginning to think you had read way too far into his offer earlier that day, and he had meant exactly what he said - Netflix and chill the fuck out.

Then, it happened. What many considered to be the universal signal that things were stepping up a notch. When you had turned your head back to the television in an effort to actually pay attention, he shifted beside you, and suddenly you realized his shoulder you’d been carefully seated away from had moved. Oh.

Your companion showed absolutely no sign that he picked up on how your heart began to race or how you had frozen to the spot. Uncertainty ran like ice through your veins, a thousand questions spinning through your mind. Namely, however, was what the fuck were you supposed to do now?

After several elongated second of deliberation, you settled for playing it cool, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Yup, you had noticed absolutely nothing except how very interesting the show before you was. And so you continued to tell yourself, a mantra that lasted enough episodes that you actually felt yourself loosening up, your earlier tension dissipating.

But fate had other plans apparently, and all your hard work was undone a second later.

You had finally settled into a comfortable position, letting yourself lean into him just enough to be supported in your lounging; everything was right with the universe. But just as another episode ended, you felt eyes on you and turned to find Chase staring at you.

“Wh-what?” You asked, suddenly and inexplicably nervous. The racing thump of your heart in your chest went unnoticed as he leaned a tiny bit closer, still silent. As if on some kind of pre-programmed instinct, your eyes slipped shut and you held your breath. Warmth brushed your cheek and you felt heat lick its way up your neck to your face.

When nothing else happened after a few seconds, you finally opened your eyes, and Chase was still staring at you, this time looking bemused. Oh no.

“You had an eyelash stuck to your cheek.” You nodded at the simple explanation, shame and humiliation in equal part flooding your system.

“Thanks,” you muttered, almost inaudible, as you looked anywhere but him.

The second your eyes dropped from his and red flooded his cheeks, Chase knew he had fucked up. And fucked up hard. You looked positively mortified, and it was abundantly clear you had expected something more, something he was all too willing but too apparently oblivious to give.

Fuck.

He had always known he liked you. From the moment the two of you had met and you had been able to not only match wits with Jay but share the group’s appreciation for music and art, he knew. But getting up the courage to say anything was impossible, even with all the time the two of you spent together, or perhaps because of it. After all, what was the appropriate time to tell your best friend you were more or less in love with them?

It could have been then and now, a moment of utter perfection handed down by the universe through Jay’s attempts at matchmaking, but it had passed. Fled the scene in the wake of his blunder, its disappearance obvious in how you situated yourself as far from him as possible and tried to hide your embarrassed tears with your hair.

Uncertainty and panic of a nature he had never known swept through him at the sight. What if he had messed up everything? What if you stopped coming by the studio on late nights to remind them to sleep? What if your gestures of comfort when all of them became too frustrated to think ceased?

What if he lost you as a friend, all because he had been too dumb to read the signs?

The crashing wave of possibilities was intimidating, almost keeping him frozen as the tension rose. What would happen, he had no clue, but he did know that if something wasn't done, he'd probably lose it. Even if it destroyed everything, he had to try something because seeing you like this was killing him.

As if you were a small creature not to be disturbed, he reached over and swept up the remote. He watched you jolt as the press of a button made the screen go black and the room fall incredibly silent. Acting completely independently of the coherent thought that had been washed from his mind, his hand found your shoulder, turning you back to face him. Your startled eyes met his, wide and unsure, and surprised at the faint light of determination in his.

“Ch-Chase…?” His name as it passed your lips was barely a whisper, too hesitant to be much more than that. The tension crawled molasses slow along your skin, wrapping you in a tight and nearly suffocating embrace. It felt like an eternity with your gazes locked on one another’s, the feeling of drowning in his stare beginning to consume you when he finally leaned in and this time when you closed your eyes, you got exactly what you’d wanted.

What kissing Chacha Malone was like you couldn’t have hoped to guess. It was something you never thought you would get to experience. Yet as his mouth found yours, molding together in a way that was almost too perfect, you were struck with the notion that it was something you would give anything to do again. Your head tilted back in response, following the light touch of his hand cupping your neck to deepen the kiss. Restless fingers found the neck of his hoodie and tugged him even closer, wanting to get everything out of the kiss that you could.

The need for oxygen that had your lungs screaming in your chest was the only thing that kept you from pressing into him further, or begging with fingers cascading through his hair for something beyond the sensation of his lips against yours. Taking a moment to collect yourself and enough oxygen to think past your spiralling emotions, your eyes remained closed, missing the way his expression shifted into something along the lines of stunned or star-struck. He studied you silently as you finally opened your eyes again, meeting his gaze with pupils blown wide and lips slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss and, in short, perfect. A few moments later those lips split into a shy smile and you let out a soft laugh that made his heart warmer just hearing it.

“Well,” you started, slightly breathless even still, “that was… That was something.”

“Uh yeah,” he muttered. Now that the moment had passed, he found himself incredibly embarrassed that he had done something so rash. He supposed he was lucky you hadn’t utterly rejected him. That would have been infinitely worse.

“So…” Embarrassment was making the rounds now to you, and it brought with it a healthy dose of uncertainty. Where did this leave you? “I’ll be straight. I like you, and I’d really like it if you liked me too. But if this was just a one time thing tell me now so I don’t humiliate myself later.” His eyes widened for a moment before he shook his head.

“No, definitely not a one time thing. At least, I’d like it not to be. If, uh, that’s what you want too. Because I kind of, maybe, like you too.” A sly grin crossed your lips.

“‘Maybe’? That’s not good enough, Chase,” you teased, watching with utter amusement as panic set in, and he hurried to elaborate.

“Wait wait wait, I like you too! For real.” Another giggle escaped you and, feeling bold now, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“I’m glad,” you told him, softer now, a matching smile replacing your earlier one. He returned it with a genuine grin of his own and slid an arm around your waist.

“So about that whole ‘Netflix and chill’ thing.”

“Don’t push your luck, slick.”

Wearing matching idiotic grins, the two of you settled back on the couch, much more comfortably entwined than before. As you engrossed yourself in the next episode, Chase slid his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text.

To: Simon I believe you and Loco owe Jay ten bucks. Just saying.

"Call me now. It's urgent."

IUSDKJZXFCWDS I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. 

I finished writing it last night as like 2 am and JUST had a friend read it over, making sure that it wasn’t totally crappy it probably is she’s too nice to tell me if it was crap BUT i am done with it now and i hope you like it.

this is a bit a lot longer than the other ones that i’ve written, but i hope you like it anyway~!! i am terrified oh my gOD i hope you like it 

It was 3 am when your phone went off for the third time that night. You had worked an extra shift the day before and had decided that the first two times your phone rang, it wasn’t important enough for you to answer. Now, it was just annoying, and you were done with being woken up.

Rolling to the other side of the bed, you grab your phone off the table. You turned on the screen only to be met with a blinding light. It took a while for your eyes to adjust before you saw the million text messages from Moon Bin.

Feeling the regret of responding to your needy boyfriend, you text him back anyway.

You:

what do you want

it’s so late i was sleaping

Binnie:

CALL ME NOW

You:

*sleeping

Binnie:

IT’S URGENT

You:

Since when do you know waht urgent means

Binnie:

longer than you’ve known how to spell “what” apparently

You:

i am tIRED okaYA

You groaned at his response. When Moon Bin got like this, it was like dealing with a child. You loved your boyfriend, but it was too early to deal with this. Flopping back over to your original position , you burrowed back underneath the blankets, hoping that Binnie wouldn’t respond and let you go back to sleep.

Binnie:

…….

anyways

You:

waht

Binnie:

can you come over??

You:

and wHY would i come over??

it’s too dark outside

Binnie:

get a flashlight

You:

it’s freakin 3:08 in the MORNING

Binnie:

getting up early will help you feel mroe refreshed throughout te day

*more

You:

and you’re getting on mE for MY typos

Binnie:

*the

shut up and come over

You were getting a little tired of Moon Bin’s antics. Yes, it had been a while since you two had physically been in each other’s presence, but you were busy with school and work, and he was off performing on stage everyday. It makes sense why he wanted to see you so badly, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him too.

You let the conversation play out, but a part of you knew that you had already agreed to meet with him.

You:

*sigh* whY would i???

you have given me nO reason to leave my bed

Binnie:

Bc…..

you love me??

You:

…….

okay true

but idk if i love you more than sleep

Binnie:

:O

You:

omg

Binnie:

wow

i guess i know how much i mean to you know

i’m hurt

You:

omG

fINe

I’ll COme oVeR

Binnie:

REALLY

SERIOUSLY

You:

istg… if this is dor something stupid

*for

Binnie:

who said they could spell??

You:

forget it

i’m not coming over

Binnie:

No~~~~~ :,,(

You:

then let me liVE gOD

Binnie:

i prOMISE

i’ll let you do whatever you want

WHENEVER you want

as long as you come over

You screenshotted the fact that he had said that. You knew it would come in handy one day, and that Moon Bin would want proof when it happened.

You:

*sigh*

i cannot believe

i’m leaving my bed for you

this better be good

Binnie:

i pROMISE it is

You:

fine

give me like 10 min i’ll be over soon

Binnie:

i love you~

❤❤❤

You:

yeah yeah

You hadn’t realized you were smiling until right before you had gotten out of bed, but then the cold air hit your bare legs and you were back to grumbling what was so important that it constituted you leaving your apartment at 3:14 am to meetup with your boyfriend.

You were dressed and at his apartment, regretting not wearing the extra jacket you had pulled out but had been tooo lazy to put on, about 10 minutes later. Before you even had a chance to knock on the door, it was flung open and Moon Bin was standing in front of you, wearing the strangest outfit for 3:25 am.

He had on the suit he had worn on your first date, holding a single white rose in his left hand. His hair was done up the way you liked it too. Meanwhile, you were in wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that you had stolen from Moon Bin’s gym bag a few days ago.

With a quizzical look on your face, you walked into the apartment, partially to escape the cold, and partially to see what your stupid boyfriend was up to.

When you took off your shoes, Moon Bin linked your arms together and led you to the living room.

Just as confused as when you initially responded to Moon Bin’s messages, you look up at him and stated, “So, you got me here.”

He looked down at you, a funny look in his eyes and that goofy smile on his face that you had originally fallen in love with.

Stopping, Moon Bin turned to face you, hands clasped in front of him and posture straighter than a ruler. His ears were slightly red and his eyes were looking everywhere but at you. You couldn’t stop thinking that this was going to be something adorably stupid, and  you  waited for him to do said something.

Suddenly, he looked at you and started rambling. He rambled on about how he knew this was random, and he had no idea why he was doing this now of all times. He rambled on about the first time he saw you. He talked about how you had caught his attention when he saw you dance for the first time on accident and how he had been in love with you ever since. He talked about how he only wanted to be with you because he loved you more than anyone else in the world.

You were taken aback. You had never heard Moon Bin talk like this ever since you had met him. Your heart was beating faster now, but you didn’t know why. You felt the blood rush to your face the longer he talked, until you were sure it was noticeable in the dimly lit hallway.  

After what felt like an eternity, Moon Bin stopped talking and just looked at you. He had been looking in your eyes the entire time and his face was as red as yours felt. You broke the eye contact first, looking down at your socks so that Moon Bin wouldn’t see the smile on your face.

A hand touched your chin and guided your face up so that you were looking at Moon Bin again. He took a step closer to you and started talking again, this time, only slower and in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I have one more thing to say to you…” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms. You didn’t know what was happening, but at this point you were just happy to be in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his back, taking in his scent. You didn’t realize just how much you had missed him until he was right in front of you.

Moon Bin buried his face in the crook of your neck and mumbled into your ear, “Hey, you know I love you, right?”

You pulled away so that your faces were just a few inches apart and nodded. “I love you more than anything else in the world,” you whispered only loud enough for him to hear. “You know that.”

He tilted his head to the side a bit as his eyes flickered all over your face, like he was trying to remember this moment forever. Once his eyes landed back on yours, he pulled away so that he was a few feet from you.

Suddenly, he got down on one knee and reached into his jacket pocket. You gasped, unable to do anything other than just watch what.

Pulling his hand out of his pocket, he looked up at you and said, “I honestly can’t picture my life without you in it. I don’t want to either. These past few days have made that super clear to me. You… you make me smile and laugh. You make me want to be a better person.” The longer that he talked, the more tears welled up in your eyes.

Putting the box in his right hand, he said,“You make life worth living.” Opening the box, Moon Bin looked up at you one more time, a look of pure and utter happiness in his eyes and asked the question you had been waiting for.

“Will you ma-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence before you tackled him to the floor, hugging him and crying into his chest, saying yes a million times as the tears you were holding back spilled over. He hugged you back, whispering how much he loved you and how happy he was, which wasn’t helping you calm down.

Both of you sat up, you in Moon Bin’s lap, and he took your left hand. Placing a kiss on your ring finger first, he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. He then looked at you, leaned in, and placed the first kiss on your lips as his financé.

By the time he had pulled away, the tears had stopped falling down your face and had been replaced with a smile. You couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

Looking lovingly into Moon Bin’s eyes, you say, “I really am glad I got out of bed,” right before placing another kiss on your fiancé’s lips.