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finkinthisfrew · 9 months

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Anything (Pt.20)

Chapter 20 "No, I want the pink one!" Matty said as I reached for a toothbrush. I rifled through all the options, finding a pink one near the back, taking it and tossing it into the shopping basket Matty carried. "Let's get you a pink one too to keep at my place. That way we'll match," he said excitedly. I smiled at him and he swiftly kissed my cheek.

We walked further down the aisle of the pharmacy, grabbing various other toiletries for us to keep at each other's homes when we stayed over. I didn't mind sharing my toothbrush with Matty, in fact, I kind of loved it, but considering we were almost always running late for things, it made more sense for us to have our own from a time-saving perspective.

We spent the rest of the afternoon together after I'd found out about the article. Matty didn't want to leave me alone, and I didn't think I'd be able to get much work done in my emotional state, so I went with him to the studio. George and Adam were there recording guitar for a new track and immediately came over to apologize and offer their support as soon as we arrived. I begged them to ignore my presence and get back to recording- I didn't want this stupid article to interrupt anyone else's life. They hesitated at first but obliged respectfully, George sitting back down at the mixing board, Adam going back to the live room. Matty held me on the couch in the control room, listening and offering feedback every now and then, kissing my head in between takes. He didn't let go of me once. After a few hours of this, I started to feel normal again, so we walked to the pharmacy by Matty's house on the way home.

"So explain it to me again... what does your publicist want us to do, and why don't you want to do it?" I asked, confused, as he scoured the shelves for his brand of body wash.

"He wants us to stage a barbeque with my family, and then to call the paparazzi to take photos of us as we're leaving," he huffed in annoyance, chucking a bottle into the basket as we continued to stroll down the aisle.

"That seems easy enough, but what's the point of doing that?" I asked.

"They want to make us look more wholesome. If you and I both look more like family-orientated goodie-two-shoes then it'll make the public look at us less like heathens and more like shining examples of properly behaved celebrities," Matty said stopping to look at me, the last few words soaked with sarcasm.

"But you don't want to behave..." I teased, pressing a finger into his chest.

He took my finger and kissed the tip of it, the corners of his mouth still turned down into a frown. Still holding my finger, he dropped our hands to his chest. "In a nutshell, no... I just don't want to play into this bullshit publicity stuff, it's soul-sucking. They try to demonize me in the tabloids all the time, and I'm expected to dance around and prove to people that I'm some angel that I'm not. I'm flawed as much, if not more, than the rest of them. But what's the point of being human if you can't be one? Do you know what I mean?"

I pulled his hand towards my face and kissed the tip of his finger in return. "...I think so," I nodded slowly. "You don't want to pretend you haven't done the things you've done and that you aren't the person you are. They're draining all the context out and leaving just the bare bones of it all. And humans aren't just bones. They're flesh and blood and heart and soul..." I trailed off, analyzing our now interlaced fingers. "Sorry, I'm not sure that makes sense." I looked up to see Matty staring at me with his eyes wide, shaking his head.

"No, that's exactly what I'm trying to say. You said it perfectly," he said in awe. "Are you sure you're not a celebrity too?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me playfully.

I laughed. "Well, I am now," I said, rolling my eyes as I dropped his hand, then groaning into Matty's chest. He put his free arm around me, kissing the top of my head.

"I know, I'm sorry, love..."

"Above anything, I just wish it didn't make me feel so paranoid..." I said grumpily as we turned down the next aisle. "Now, I have to get done up enough to look nice, but also cover myself head to toe like some nun so that I don't offend anyone with my body. I feel like now I'm going to have a full mental breakdown every time I try to leave the house..." I said, plucking a tube of mascara from the wall and chucking it into the basket.

Matty promptly picked it up and hung it back on the wall. "You don't have to get done up for anyone. I won't let you change a single thing about yourself because of those stupid idiots. You don't have to do yourself up, cover up, put anything on or take anything off." He stepped in front of me to face him fully, putting his hand on my shoulder for emphasis. "You are perfect the way you are, and I won't allow anyone, especially not some dumb tabloid, to change you."

My heart broke. He was so fiercely supportive of who I was, it made me want to cry. "Thank you, baby," I said as we gazed at each other lovingly, "...but I do still need that mascara, I ran out yesterday."

He froze, then started to laugh. My skin tingled at the sound, it made me so happy.

We continued down the aisle, grabbing a couple of bags of chips for the movie night we decided to have tonight in an effort to unwind.

As we finished scanning the last few items at self-checkout, I opened my mouth to say something, closing it quickly in doubt. He caught me. "What? Oh please don't keep things from me, darling," he said as he finished paying for our haul, taking a bag in each hand.

I took one of the bags, replacing it quickly with my own hand before he could protest. I smiled at him knowingly, and he sighed in defeat as he shook his head, smiling back at me. We strolled out of the pharmacy onto the rosy street, the sunset staining everything around us pink.

"Out with it, then," Matty said. I turned to see him raising his eyebrows at me.

I knew I wasn't going to get away with pretending it was nothing, and it had already been eating away at me most of the day, so I caved. "I was thinking of deleting my Instagram account," I confessed.

Matty halted us to a stop, his nostrils suddenly flaring, his arms tensing, and his chest puffing in anger. "I swear to god, I'm going to get the person who wrote this article fired," he snarled.

"Hey," I said soothingly, letting go of his hand to cup his cheek. He calmed immediately at my touch, his eyes dropping to mine in sadness.

"I'm sorry darling, but the idea that they've made you to feel like you have to hide... To delete your Instagram?" he said, dejectedly.

"It's not that I feel like I need to hide, it's just... I don't know how to handle all these hate comments..." I said, moving my hand to his chest, dropping my gaze. "The whole point of the account is to promote my art, so if I go private then it just becomes pointless. But I don't know if it's worth it to keep it if it's just going to become a message board for the 'Fuck Matty's Whore Girlfriend' club," I said, rolling my eyes in frustration.

"Darling..." he said sadly, putting his arm around my waist.

"And..." I hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. I took a deep breath. "Well, earlier today... Lucas left a comment that really upset me." I felt Matty's body tense under my hand as I continued. "He said... well, he said something really awful... And I don't like the idea of him being able to contact me like that anymore..."

"What did he say?" Matty asked mouth tight. I avoided his eyes, and he asked again, fighting to stay calm. "Anna, please tell me."

"He said... he said something about me fucking you for fame, but that I won't fuck the man I love... and then called me a pathetic slut..."

The bag in Matty's hand suddenly dropped on the ground, emphasized by a sharp inhale. "I'll kill him..." Matty growled angrily before looking down at me and noticing the tears welling in my eyes. His face immediately softened. "Oh, angel..."

"I just wish he'd stop haunting me... I move on and he's still here, fucking me over..." I whispered weakly, burying my face in Matty's chest. "I hate that he still has power over me..."

Matty wrapped both his arms around me, and we stood there silently, steeping in our sadness.

"You're so much stronger than you realize, Anna... Your capacity for love, after what you've been through... I've never known someone so brave, so strong..." he whispered in my ear.

"Thank you, Matty..." I said tearfully."I just... I don't feel like that sometimes..."

"It's okay," he said gently."I'll feel it for both of us until you can too."

My heart swelled. He stood there holding me until I gathered myself together. Matty picked up the fallen bag, then took my hand, interlacing our fingers, and we continued towards his apartment.

"Thank you for telling me," Matty said sincerely, squeezing my hand.

"Of course. I only hesitated because I don't like talking about it... but I don't have any secrets with you. I trust you. Completely." I said firmly.

Matty smiled at me, squeezing my hand.

"So... what do you think I should do?" I asked Matty.

"Well, we can approach this however you want. But if you want to know what I think... I think you should just continue on like nothing happened. Turn off your notifications and just post what you want. I'll give my team your login info, they'll delete all the hate comments and keep on top of them."

"And what about your image?" I asked tentatively.

"My image I could care less about. Our image though..." he paused, thoughtfully. "I think that our relationship is simply none of their business. I'll have my team decline all requests for comment. We'll go completely silent, and if they want to speculate and start rumours, so be it."

We rounded the corner onto Matty's street. "Do you really think that's a good idea? Better than just telling people straight up that we're in a serious relationship?" I asked timidly.

Matty turned and smiled at me.

I smiled back, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"I like that you said we're in a serious relationship..." he said, grinning ear to ear, cheeks flushed with happiness.

"Well... aren't we?" I asked, laughing nervously.

"Of course we are," Matty said, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in. "I just love hearing you say it," he said before kissing my cheek.

I smiled to myself, then leaned into him as we walked up to his front door.

"But yes, as long as you're comfortable with it, then I think it's our best option for now. Letting people speculate and staying silent is the biggest power move. No matter what we do, they'll read into it somehow and flip it back on us. They always do... So I say we let the internet gorge itself on theories- let the monster feed itself. Eventually, it'll get bored and they'll move on. Then we can figure out our next move..." he said with a sigh, fiddling with his keys, then unlocking the door.

We climbed the steps and I mulled over what Matty said. It made a lot of sense, and it definitely seemed like the most mature way to approach it all, but I'd never truly understood how much thought had to go into publicity as a celebrity until now.

"It already all seems so exhausting," I said thoughtfully as we reached the top of the stairs, kicking off my shoes and walking down the hall and into the living space. Matty followed suit.

"How do you mean?" Matty asked, flopping onto the couch, then stretching his arms out towards me, inviting me in.

I lay down on his chest, his arms enveloping me. I listened to the sound of his heart beating, its rhythmic pattering grounding me as he rubbed my back.

"Having to constantly think about what to do next, how everyone will respond, and if they do respond, how to respond to that... I've only been thinking about it for a day and I'm already exhausted by it all- I don't know how you do this every day." I said, voicing my train of thought as I began to get heated, "-and what's insane is that none of these people realize what's really happening. Or they do and they just don't care. These news outlets get rid of all context and whittle these things down into juicy headlines and people gobble them up blindly! And nobody cares because to them you're just a pretty picture to look at and criticize," I said sadly, my heart breaking as I started to understand Matty's complex life. I looked up at Matty who was listening attentively. My voice broke with sadness. "That must be so sad... To constantly be demonized for simply living... and to have no one actually care about your life. Your context."

Matty smiled sadly at me, his eyes glistening. "... so maybe now you understand why I love you so fucking much."

"Oh babe, I love you too," I sighed, cupping his cheek as my heart broke a little more.

He leaned his face deeper into my hand. "You see me, Anna. In a way no one ever has, truly. And not only do you see me, but you somehow like what you see..." He shook his head to himself. "I'm so incredibly lucky... not every celebrity has that," he said, his voice soaked in sincerity. "It's not all so bad though, really. I have you. I have the boys, and my family, my friends. The people who matter most know."

"You deserve so much better though..." I said angrily, shaking my head in frustration.

"C'est la vie," Matty said, shrugging his shoulders.

"There must be something we can do... something to throw them off- make them reflect and actually think about this..." I grumbled.

"Maybe..." Matty said, sighing deeply. "I'll have my fun with them eventually... but for now, I want to have fun with you," he said, kissing my hand, then grabbing the remote from the coffee table. "Is that alright?" he asked sweetly. I nodded, then nuzzled my face into his chest, seeking the comfort of his beating heart once again.

Matty turned on a movie, absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair while I festered in my anger, wondering how I could help the situation. By the time we turned on a second movie, I stopped stewing and focused on Matty's commentary, letting his soothing voice wash over me, his laugh cleansing me of my remaining anger. We lay there cuddling deep into the night watching movie after movie, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.

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kokushibouthings · 1 year

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It was his birthday, so you felt like giving him a present today...

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Content: tomura shigaraki smut, sexual themes/adultery performances.

Side note: I think I'm getting the hang of tumblr...?? A little I guess.

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You have not had a single idea pop up in your empty, slow processing brain what to give your villain crusty skinned boyfriend as a birthday gift at all. Its hard asking the LOV members since all of them are doing some weird shit or always say, they're busy... Toga recommended a new hoodie or a pair of new red shoes.

But you gave up and just asked the public since you have quite a few followers on this app everhell..

It is pretty easy to gain followers there.

Anyways you write a question asking what you should gift your boyfriend on his birthday. Just after a few minutes there are already loads of comments...

-------: "maybe a game or something lol, alot of boys like that."

----------: "How about sneakers? Maybe even airforce shoes."

------: "Cologne perhaps."

The very same recommendations keep repeating over and over... And it was too quite bland for your taste, you feel like every single of their recommendation is wrong but you don't even know either what's the right gift anyway.

Until... A very recent comment pops up.

-------------: "maybe yourself. romance is needed these days lol."

...??

Isn't that dabis acco ...– oh whatever. Doesn't matter. This recommendation sounds...

...

Oddly right? ...But how would I even be able to do that? It feels humiliating whenever I think of it...

I have a flat chest and only my thighs are the best part of me... Wait what?

why am I thinking about that type of romance... Well maybe shigaraki would like it? I suddenly feel like cringing.

But would he...?

Might as well find out.

You get ready to head out, borrowing one of shigarakis black hoodie...without him knowing.

His hoodie fits oddly almost perfectly on you.

Lifting up your hood, and going down the stairs.

There are quite a lot of people down stairs..

You make your way outside trying to remember where that shop is for lingerine and socks.

You arrive at the place.

And god it is fancy and there are a hell lot of stuff outside... You didn't even bother asking about shigarakis favorite color beforehand.

Yes... You don't know his favorite color. Is it that shocking? Its not like he'd even try telling you,

You decide to go with black and red.

you look for some stuff for...a few hours.

Youre finally back... And its almost night time too.

Finally youve made it up the stairs as well.

Heading up to your room tiredly.

You also decided to buy a Nintendo switch for him figuring he would like it.

Twisting the door knob open to see shigaraki on your bed, reading a book..

...what???

"Uhm...shigaraki, why are you in my room?" He notices you, turning his head and dropping his book on the bed sitting up.

"Where have you been?" He asked. "..uh. Buying something for you." You knew he would ask this.

"Let me see." He stood up, and noticed the hoodie on you...

"Is that my hoodie? I've been wondering where that one went. I thought one of the LOV members stole it so I punished them all since none of them confessed at all..."

You froze, with the nintendo in your hand handing it to him... "What's in that other bag?" He turns his eyes to it, nervously hiding it behind your back..

"Cmon let me see." He keeps turning his head side to side but you just keep covering it from him.

He gives up, shrugs, and leaves with the Nintendo switch.

This bitch ain't even give a thank you. WOW.

You try the things you bought on, and you didn't decide to buy any undergarments at all...

It was just a bra with ribbons on the center of the npples, and black and red striped socks.

You looked at the stand mirror, before flushing slightly red at the thought of him seeing you like this. But you take it off immediately changing into PJs for his birthday tomorrow..

It was his birthday today, and it was 4 PM.

He came into the kitchen seeing all of you guys.

Dabi, Mr. Compress, Toga, and Twice. All with gifts in hand... Expect you.

"Where's your gift, Y/N?" He asks looking at you, up and down.

"Oh.. I'll give it later." "Was the gift in the bag you were hiding yesterday?" He walked to the counter, while asking you.. "Secret." You got slightly embarrassed..

Toga notices the awkward atmosphere and ignores it, "here's your cake, shiggy!" She said excitedly, placing it on the counter top.

Dabi lights the candles with his blue flame. And he almost hit the actual cake...

"This feels like a waste of time." You hit shigaraki in the neck and tell him to blow the candles out already

He does as told, but does it in an obvious annoyed manner... By scratching his neck you already knew he was annoyed or ticked off.

You excuse yourself to your room, walking to your room to get ready for your gift.

Shigaraki grabs onto your hand, with one finger lifted... "Where are you going..? Its my birthday." He said in a tone that makes you feel guilty ...—

"I'm going to get ready for your gift, meet me in my room at 6 PM." His head slants to the side confusingly, and his hand on his neck scratching himself.

"Oh my, shigaraki. Doesn't that sound like something..~~ PFFT." Shigaraki turns his head to dabi, frustratingly saying he doesn't understand as you walk out of the kitchen.

Meanwhile, you get ready in the freshly washed stuff you got yesterday.

Just wrapping a blanket around yourself scrolling on your phone waiting till 6 PM hits. You post another thing saying..

"Happy birthday to my boyfriend.. ~"

And god you felt like cringing shortly after.

...time skip

You hear knocking on your door, looking at the time and noticing its already 6 PM.

You sit up with the blanket wrapped around you, telling shigaraki to come in.

He comes in the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes scan the room looking for your gift.

Then setting your eyes right on you.

"...And? Where is it?" "Where's what?"

"My gift..." Saying it again in a tone that makes you feel guilty again.

You frustratingly turn your head to the side, telling him you are his gift.

"I am your gift. Idiot." You exclaim harshly at him..

He eyes slightly widen, before turning back to normal then taking steps towards you. Sitting on your bed with you.

"I don't get it...?" He says scratching your neck instantly responding turning your head to him..–

"Well unwrap me." "...???"

He shrugs but does it either way.

The blanket falls on the bed, with his eyes scanning you, from head to toe repeatedly.

You wait for him to move like an inch, or at least react...

...

Its been 10 minutes, and he just keeps looking at you. You can notice the faint crimson blush on his face... but you're getting very impatient.

"I'm not a fucking museum, tomu." Exclaiming it harshly, making him stop and say something.

"Oh right...just wanted to enjoy the view. But if you're my present, I can do anything I want." Moving his mouth to your ear, feeling his breathing down your neck..

"can't I?" Whispering those words to you in an obvious malicious intent..

You don't respond.. So he assumes its a yes.

He tells you to get on all fours, doing as he said while he positions himself behind you.

Taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants not bother to even take it off entirely.

His length was 7 inches, with instead black pubic hair instead of his hairs current hair color, his tip was a light coral color..

He position it at your entrance without any lube nor a condom on.. Noticing that you immediately try to say something towards him ...—

"Wait... wait!! tomu..— A..aa." You gasp out feeling every inch of his hot length, also being interrupted by his instant thrust tightening up..

"God damn, your cunt is so fucking tight. Speaking of which...did you already just cum?" He looks at his length, inside of you with liquid leaking out of you.

He was so sloppy with his thrusting. Slow but rough thrusts hitting your G-spot everytime..

"F.. –fuck tomura!!" "Nngh..~" "Aa..aah! T..— tomu n....oo.." Crying out his name countless times begging for him to stop, it hurts, but it also hurts in such a fucking good way... You could feel his rough hands on your waist, with a finger lifted.

You could feel yourself on the edge again, and noticing he bit his lower lip knowing he was about to cum anytime.

"Fuckkk...fuck.......fuucckyess.." He kept repeating those same words, over and over again..

"Fuck... Fucking take it, slut!" He yanked on your arms, letting out an absurd amount of load inside of you. Feeling like your about to pass out..

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I have to keep fucking saving this on repeat 5 times, fix this shit Tumblr..

anyway I'll show myself out bye.. 🚪🚶‍♀️

#bnha shigaraki #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #tomura smut #tomura shiragaki #tomura shigiraki x reader #tomura x reader #bnha tomura #mha shigaraki #mha tomura

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ch1l1cheesefr1es · 18 days

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Sweet like bubblegum

Georgie cooper x Tomboy

the character is not official and all but if this gets more likes then i'll make the character official and make some Chapters, probably an enemies to lovers but the enemy is engaged. (if ykyk)

N/N = no name because they're not official.

As the warm sun hit my skin I remembered what day it was, signing up for Baseball tryouts. I groaned and got out of the guest bed, I wasn't home because my parents were away and didn't have time to take care of me so I moved in with my older drunk brother instead but he also didn't have time for me so I had to take care of myself, I put some of his old clothes, some red shoes, and my favorite baseball cap on. Once I was ready I came out the room and saw him and his friends asleep on the couch with beer bottles scattered everywhere "Diego?....Diego! Wake up, you have to take me to school!" I yelled, he woke up with his friends all wide eyed until they noticed me "what do you want? N/N?" he asked, barely able to stay awake as his friends groaned "you and me are both late for school! Get up!" he groaned and pushed me away "I get it I get it lets go!" he said as he got up "but what about breakfast?" I asked as I grabbed my baseball and bat "We'll get some donuts now lets go!" I looked back at his friends who were already sound asleep not caring that they were gonna be late. Diego shoved me into the backseat of his Chevy Impala coupé lowrider, We stopped at a donut shop and got some donut holes, while Diego got a chocolate one and ate it in two bites. As we arrived to my school he took off my cap and ruffled my hair "see you later N/N." I pushed his hand away and left with my backpack and immediately went inside and found a paper that said baseball tryouts, I signed it and ran to my first class. Since I was new and it was my second day we had to sit in assigned seats this time for some reason, I realized I sit next to a boy who had mullet hair and was wagging his pencil around as he looked out the window, then his eyes met mine, I looked at him confused before sitting down and grabbing my note and doodling before class started. The teacher then spoke "Ok kids, we have a test today, now I want you to try you're best this time, and dont try to cheat, trust me. I have eyes on the back of my head." she turned around and grabbed some slips of paper, handing them out to what I just realized was a little boy, I was shocked and confused but didn't make a comment, once they gave me my paper and the test had started the boy leaned over to look at my answers, I looked at him and he looked at me "You know the answer to number one?" he asked with his texian accent "I'm just as confused as you." I told him, he shrugged and asked "You a boy?" I looked at him confused, before frowning and saying "No." he looked at me confused and asked "Then why you dressed like one?" I looked at him and rolled my eyes "I just like it..." I mumbled as I doodled on the desk "you're one of them oddballs aren't you?" he kept asking me too many questions that I could smell his nasty breath, I groaned and looked at him "whats makes me an oddball then?" I asked as he looked up and down at me "Well, y' dress like a boy even though you're a girl." he said until the teacher called him out. "Georgie, I see you. This is your first strike." she said before she kept reading, so that was his name...Georgie? I continued guessing and answering random questions until I was done. "

Once the bell rang I immediately ran out to my next class, hoping to get away from him, for the next few days he's been making jokes and teasing me nonstop, but I had made it into a baseball team and I was proud of myself. And I won my first game but with that dickhead bothering me, I punched him in the face that day and he tried punching me back "do that and i'll do something you wont like." I told him, he looked at me and laughed "oh yeah?" he asked as he held a piece of bubblegum, I then kissed him on the lips and took his bubblegum away from his hand, he stood there shocked and i left and put the bubblegum in my mouth, washing away the terrible taste.

#SoundCloud #georgie cooper #tomboy #young sheldon #oc? maybe #enemies to lovers #bubblegum #1980s #Spotify

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spookymultimedia · 2 years

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FREDDIE X TRANSMASC/TRANS GUY READER

Fandom: WWDITS 2019

Summary: you met Freddie, become friends and go on an antique mansion tour/coffee date

Involves: holding hands, cheek, head, hand and mouth kisses

It was a cold October morning. You sat on the porch wearing your favorite My Chemical Romance t-shirt, a blue flannel button up, ripped black skinny jeans, green space printed converse shoes, and black fingerless gloves. Your nails were painted red and your hair was in a freshly trimmed wolf cut. You were waiting for Freddie to pick you up for your first date. You met him at a graveyard. You were walking alone early in the morning appreciating the beauty of death when you ran into him. "I'm so sorry." You apologized. He giggled at you and looked at you with those dark sparkly eyes. He had the cutest dimples and hair that was like black coffee. You remembered he was wearing a colorful scarf that caught your eye. You exchanged names, his name was Freddie. It was a wonderful, beautiful name. Freddie. You wanted to tattoo the name on your wrist to remember forever. You were both 23 and shared a fondness over antique things such as graveyards and haunted houses. You exchanged Tumblr urls and texted for a month. You learned that he was from the UK. You asked if he watched Sherlock or Doctor Who and he loved both shows. He was even in the SuperWhoLock fandom and thought that Dean and Castiel are DEFINITELY in love.

It was November when he brought you and your best friend to your first comic con. He was cosplaying The Doctor and you where dressed as a genderbent Rose who was totally a gay trans man. The entire time your friend joked about you two being a couple. On the last night of the con when he finally asked you out on a date. You both were sitting in bed watching The Vampire Diaries. You were leaning on his shoulder while your friend was adding new Doctor Who stickers to their walking cane. He told you that next week he was going to take a house tour of this old mansion and try out this new coffee shop and wanted you to come with him. You agreed to of course. You hugged his arm and he kissed your head. It was just a friendly kiss but you still blushed. When you left the next day and texted Freddie that you got home safe he sent you a lyric from one of your favorite songs:

"We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

And we'll have Halloween on Christmas."

You smiled wide against the couch and sent him back a bunch of hearts.

When Freddie arrived at your house he got out of his car holding a bouquet of red and golden mum flowers. He was wearing a long brown trench coat, his signature knitted scarf, a gold brown button up and a dark brown sweater vest. "You look beautiful Y/N." He said as he handed you flowers.

"Oh my god thank you!" You took the flowers and ran inside to put them In a vase. He petted your black cat Loki while he waited on you. Once you were ready you got into his car and texted your friend that you were now leaving for the date. In the car you jammed out to MCR during the drive. The trip to the mansion would be a 30 minute drive. He was a very careful driver, even when you were headbanging and singing Black Parade and NANANA at the top of your lungs. At last you both arrived at the huge mansion. He pulled out a camera from the back seat and got out of the car. There was a small line in front of the mansion for the tour. He held your hand in line and smiled at you. You both commented about the exterior of the house. It had beautiful green stained glass windows, blood red bricks, and a huge black door with a silvery door knocker.

"The knocker was made to keep out vampires," Freddie said jokingly, you laughed.

"Do you believe in vampires?" You asked him. He shook his head, "Nah, do you?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm willing to believe it. Vampire hunting kits do exist."

"If they are real they're probably nothing like The Vampire Diaries." He squeezed your hand before you both followed the group into the mansion. You watched him take photos of the mansion and pointed out little things about it that would make you smile: the huge fireplace, the old fish tank, the woodwork of the floors, the tiles in the kitchen, the old stove; you were in paradise. The mansion had two levels and huge rooms with riveting stories for each. One bedroom was told to be haunted. They weren't even allowed to go into the room because it would be disrespectful to the dead and potentially dangerous. Throughout the whole tour he held your hand so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd of people. It made you feel safe and less nervous. He was such a gentleman.

Once the tour was over you were both hungry, luckily the coffee shop he mentioned was walking distance from the mansion tour. As you both walked you felt a warmth in your chest. You couldn't hold back any longer. You needed to tell him how you felt about him.

"I love you Freddie. I hope it's not too soon for me to tell you that." You were blushing hard. As corny as you felt you didn't feel any shame or regret saying it. It felt good to say it. He gasped and smiled wide, "I love you too, my dark prince." He kissed your hand. Your heart fluttered. It was like you were king of the world.

"So does that mean I can tell everyone you're my partner now?" He asked. You nodded, your hair bobbing up and down with you. "Of course!"

When you got to the coffee shop you both shared a soup and salad. You insisted on paying for the meal since he spent money on gas but he told you he didn't mind. You both compromised and he let you pay for the coffee separately. You shared a club sandwich which was huge, you definitely wouldn't be able to eat it all by yourself. You had a mocha latte while he had a tall macchiato. The coffee was rich and delicious. During the meal you both made plans for Halloween and possible cosplay plans. You suggested you could be Jack Skellington and he could be a genderbent Sally. He liked the idea but also considered being Dean and you could be Castiel. You pointed out that most people wouldn't recognize the characters but it would definitely be a cosplay you wanted to do with him. You both decided to settle on Jack and genderbent Sally, who Freddie decided would be called Freddie too. You agreed, Freddie would be cute.

During the drive home you listened to I Miss You by Blink182 and Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At The Disco and the entire album of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. When he got to your house the sun was already starting to set. It was 5:30 and you had a pretty late lunch. He stood outside the car and opened his arms for a hug. You leaned with a smile and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "I love you Y/N." You turned to see his face. "Can I kiss you?" You asked.

"Mhm." He smiled. You pecked his cherry red lips and he smoothed his lips over yours. He parted his lips a little bit and you poked in your tongue timidly. He opened his mouth more and allowed you entrance. He tasted like the mint gum he had been chewing earlier in the car. The kiss was slow and sweet as you caressed his tongue against yours. You cupped his cheek and neck softly and his hands rested on your shoulders. After a minute you pulled out and pecked his nose. "Bye." You smiled.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

You went inside and texted your friend that you got home safe and told them that you two were official now.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits fanfic #wwdits fanfiction #wwdits freddie #wwdits x reader #x trans reader #x transmasc reader #x nonbinary reader #self ship

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pa-stella · 2 years

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For the flower prompt thingy can you do 2 but with Ichiro x Jyushi? Not much fan content with that ship so but I can see it^^

Thank you so much for requesting this pairing! The shuffle divisions event and a specific part in arb made me a big fan of this ship too and I was waiting for the right moment to write about them. They're already in an established relationship in this, so I skipped Jyushi's dramatic way of speaking. I hope it's okay. Caress of Venus is a song by L'Arc-en-Ciel.

Title: Unforgettable Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Ichiro/Jyushi Prompt: Going to an event that the other person is interested in just to see them happy

Ichiro almost yelped as a three-inch wedge shoe crushed his poor foot. Hearing his lament, a young woman with colorful hair and heavy makeup turned to look at him. “Oh, sorry!!”

“No problem…” He replied while trying to ignore the pain.

Spending two hours in an overcrowded line for a visual kei concert… who made him do that?

“Ichiro-kun! Are you okay?”

He glanced at the person on his side and smiled. “Yep, no need to worry, Jyushi!”

Well, it wasn’t exactly Jyushi’s fault if they were there.

It happened a few weeks earlier. The couple was coming back from an afternoon spent window shopping and eating junk food in Harajuku when Jyushi had stopped in front of a huge billboard. He just commented that one of his favorite bands, Caress of Venus, was going to do one final tour before retiring. He never said he wanted to attend one of their lives, but Ichiro had seen his blue eyes sparkling as if he was a child in front of a new toy. It was he who proposed to go see the band during Jyushi’s next visit in Ikebukuro. The visual kei lover had agreed happily.

“It sure is packed.” Jyushi commented, fanning himself with a hand. It was almost December, but the vicinity of the crowd made it feel like it was summer. His multilayered outfit didn’t help for sure. “Once inside, it will be even worse!”

Jyushi was right. When they opened the doors of the music venue, chaos ascended and everyone started pushing to rush inside. Being Caress of Venus an indie band, the hall was pretty small and it filled up quickly. The couple was lucky enough to find a free spot in the very back before they closed the doors.

“It was a good idea to leave Amanda at home, she wouldn’t have survived something like this!” Jyushi laughed and adjusted his shirt a little.

Ichiro looked around for a bit. “That guitarist you like… on which side of the stage does he usually play?”

“From the videos I’ve seen… the right side.” He tilted his head.

“Let’s try to move there then!” Ichiro grinned.

“What! No, no, it’s okay if we stay here!” Jyushi shook his hands frenetically.

“Jyushi, you won’t be able to see anything at all from here!”

“But… we are too tall… if we move forwards, nobody will see anything…”

Ichiro almost rolled his eyes. Every single person in that place was wearing platform shoes at the moment. They looked tiny in comparison. He took his hoodie off and tied it around his waist. “C’mon…”

“Okay...” He nodded while showing him a small smile.

“Hold on tight to my arm then!” Ichiro waited for him to grab his arm before delving into the crowd. Being a little more brawny than the people present to the concert, he had no problem moving around the chaotic mob. He stopped only once to make sure that Jyushi was fine and then he went on until they arrived at the wall on the right side of the stage. From there they could see the guitarist’s spot clearly, without the stress of being right under him.

He let Jyushi move in front of him and hugged him from behind. “A little better, don’t you think?”

The other turned slightly to look at him. “Yeah, much better”, he replied and smiled again.

At that precise moment, the hall fell into the darkness until a few blue and violet lights brightened the stage and the members of Caress of Venus apparead one at time, showing complicated baroque-inspired clothes. Ichiro felt a little underdressed.

Even if the style of the band was very different from what Ichiro was used to, their music was engaging and pleasant to hear. The vibrations from the ground, the low voice of the singer, the long guitar and bass solos… Everything was captivating and he even found himself jumping and dancing with the rest of the audience.

But if Ichiro had to be honest, the most beautiful sight of that evening was the person in his arms. Jyushi was an incredibly expressive guy, but at that moment he was different. He looked more alive than usual as he moved against Ichiro. Every time the colorful lights hit his face making his smile appear in the darkness, Ichiro could feel his heart skip a beat.

When the last song ended, Jyushi was weeping a little and he didn’t even try to get one of the picks the guitarist threw at the audience. “Why do they have to split up…” he murmured once he had calmed down.

Ichiro ruffled his hair a bit while they moved toward the exit. He stopped for a moment as something caught his attention. Trying not to let Jyushi see, he crouched down.

“Ichiro? What are you doing?”

“My shoe is untied”, he lied and Jyushi just nodded.

“I’d like to buy some merchandise before leaving, is that a problem?”

“Not at all, just try not to spend too much!” He joked, making the other pout. “I’ll wait for you outside. It’s way too hot inside.”

The younger of the two moved away to get in line and Ichiro observed him for an instant before finally going out. The cold evening breeze invested him as soon as he stepped outside, forcing him to wear his hoodie again. While waiting for Jyushi, he decided to check the many notifications on his phone. He had posted a few pics of the day they had spent together and even a simple selfie before the concert so, as he expected, there were a few comments.

About twenty minutes later, Jyushi joined him and they started to walk in the direction of the metro station. Jyushi was able to buy a few autographed posters and the last cd of the band.

“I’m so happy!!” He exclaimed at some point and hugged Ichiro, making him stumble a bit. “Did you have fun too?”

“Yes, it was an interesting experience…” He said and Jyushi giggled.

“I was able to see Caress of Venus with my boyfriend.” He sighed and looked forward dreamily, “What a night…”

Ichiro smiled before talking again. “I can make it even more special, you know.”

“Uh? What do you mean?”

“Close your eyes.” Jyushi looked at him with a curious face, but did what he said. “Now, give me your hand.”

“I really want to see…”

“Don’t peek.” Ichiro took something out of his pocket and placed it in Jyushi’s open hand. “Now you can look.”

His eyes opened with a slow movement, as if he didn’t want to discover the surprise too soon, but then they widened and he let out a gasp. “Is… is this… Katsuro’s plectrum?” He asked, observing the small object. The Fender pick was decorated with the name of the guitarist and a few small roses.

“Yes, I found it on the ground earlier. I thought it would be a nice surp-”

The older Yamada brother couldn’t finish the sentence because Jyushi had pulled him by the front of his hoodie to kiss him tenderly. When he let him go, they were both beet red.

“Thank you, Ichiro.” Jyushi finally whispered before showing him the brightest smile he had ever seen. “You really made this night unforgettable.”

#writing? in this economy?#jyushi aimono #ichiro yamada #ichiro x jyushi #hypnosis mic #aaaaah the headcanons i have for these two #i will write them down one day #but i think no one is interested

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sarah934 · 1 year

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A Look Into The Latest Fashion Trends That Are Taking Over This Year

As we all know, fashion is constantly changing and evolving. Every season brings something new to the table, and this year is no different. From daring colors to innovative silhouettes, the fashion trends of 2023 are not only stylish but also carry a message. Here, we’ll be taking a look into the latest fashion trends that are taking over this year. So if you’re looking for wardrobe inspiration or just wanting to stay in-the-know, read on!

The Latest Fashion Trends

If you're looking for the latest fashion trends, you've come to the right place! This year, we're seeing a lot of bold and bright colors, as well as patterns and prints. Florals are also big this season, so if you're looking to add a touch of spring to your wardrobe, now is the time!

Other trends we're seeing a lot of this year include ruffles, off-the-shoulder tops, and statement sleeves. If you're looking to make a statement with your outfit, these are the trends for you!

So what are you waiting for? Get out there and start shopping for the latest fashion trends!

How to Wear Them

Assuming you would like content for the subheading "How to Wear Them":

If you want to go all out, pair neon colors with other neon colors. But make sure to mix different shades together. For example, you could wear a yellow top with a green bottom. Or an orange dress with pink shoes.

Add some edge to your neon outfit by pairing it with leather. Try a leather moto jacket over a bright dress or skirt. Or wear leather pants with a neon top.

Make your neon outfit more sophisticated by pairing it with gold jewelry and accessories. Try wearing a gold watch or necklace with your neon outfit.

Where to Buy Them

There are a few key places to look if you want to buy the latest fashion trends. First, try looking online. A quick Google search will reveal a number of online retailers that sell the latest fashion trends. Another option is to visit your local department store or mall. Most stores keep up with the latest fashion trends and will have a section dedicated to new arrivals. You can also check out specialty stores that focus on a specific type of clothing or accessory. For example, if you're looking for the latest in women's fashion, try visiting a store like Nordstrom or Neiman Marcus. Finally, don't forget about thrift stores! You can often find great deals on clothing and accessories at thrift stores, and you never know what treasures you might find.

How to Accessorize Them

Adding the right accessories to your wardrobe can make all the difference in your overall look. This year, there are a few key trends that you'll want to keep in mind when accessorizing your outfits.

One of the biggest trends this year is statement jewelry. Bold, chunky pieces are everywhere, and they can really add some pizzazz to an otherwise simple outfit. If you're not into wearing a lot of jewelry, you can still rock this trend by choosing one or two key pieces to wear at a time.

Another big accessory trend is handbags. Oversized totes and crossbody bags are very popular right now, and they're perfect for carrying all your essentials with you on the go. If you're looking for a more unique bag, try opting for one with fun details like fringe or embroidery.

Last but not least, don't forget about your shoes! This year, sneakers are still having a moment, but if you're looking for something a little dressier, opt for a pair of chic flats or heeled sandals.

Conclusion

This year is all about bold colors, bright patterns, and statement pieces. Whether it’s a vibrant dress or a fun accessory, make sure to explore your options before investing in any trend this season. Remember that fashion trends come and go so don't be afraid to try something new. Lastly, stay true to your own style while incorporating some of the latest trends into your wardrobe; after all, unique looks are always in style!

#latest fashion trends #trendy

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sapphosvioletts · 2 years

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On The Hunt

Natasha Romanoff x Autistic teen reader

Word count: 1,185

Warnings: emotional attachment to objects, if that counts?

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

sorry if this isn't good, i'm clearly very rusty on writing lol and yes this is slightly based off of real life events

.oOo.

I follow closely behind my mom through the store. It's loud and overwhelming, and also distracting. She keeps her arm wrapped around me, keeping me close to her as she walks. She knows I get distracted easily, especially when I'm overwhelmed. Sometimes it feels like my brain looks for anything else to focus on, which results in me frequently bumping into items and shelves, and sometimes even others in stores, due to me becoming distracted by an item.

Natasha doesn't get mad or annoyed, she never does. She simply just keeps a protective arm around me, and guides the both of us through the store. Allowing my head and eyes to wander wherever they please, as she pays attention and guides us through the shelves and crowds.

This time, my eyes caught a particular item. Natasha feels the resistance from me as she walks, and immediately stops in her tracks. She smiles when she sees what has caught my eye.

It's a stuffed animal, of course. She knew my love and obsession with them. Though childish to most, she never judged me. Growing up in the Red Room, I never got things like these. And on missions, every time I would see one in a store front I would stare with envy. But I never got them.

Until Natasha took me in, of course. She's spoiled me with stuffed animals. And I treasure every single one of them with my whole heart.

"Do you want it, hon?" My mom's soft voice breaks me out. I slightly jump and shake my head no. I didn't bring any cash with me, and I don't like my mom spending money on me. She frowned at my response. "Are you sure, love? I'm more than happy to get it for you!" I think for a moment, feeling sad at the thought of leaving this guy behind, but ultimately decline her offer again.

The whole rest of our shopping trip, my mind keeps wandering to that stuffed animal. I know it's stupid, it's a stuffed animal. But I just can't let it go for some reason.

I know I get attached to objects frequently, it's just part of being autistic. But it's usually objects that I've had for a while, not something I just passed by in a store. And thought it would seem childish to most, I was very attached to that stuffed animal. I don't understand it either, but I am. And I left the store feeling a sense of sadness at leaving without it.

.oOo.

It's been over two weeks, and that stuffed animal just hadn't left my mind. So, when my mom needed to go back to the store, I immediately volunteered to go with her. I practically ran to get dressed, put on my shoes, and grab my money.

"What's got you so eager to go to the store, hm?" Nat asks when we're in the car. Normally I hate stores, they're loud, busy, overwhelming, and overall just a sensory overload in one place. I look down at my lap in embarrassment, mumbling "I really want that stuffy". Natasha smiles, not making fun of me at all. "Well, we certainly can make that happen, love."

.oOo.

When we walk into the store, we immediately go to that particular section first. But when we arrived, the smile of excitement I had once worn quickly faded to a frown. The whole section was changed. Everything was gone. It was instead replaced with new seasonal items.

I didn't have to say anything for Natasha to see my disappointment. "Well let's look around, I'm sure they just moved it somewhere, yeah?" I nod sadly, trying not to get my hopes up, but still slightly hoping that it's still here.

I feel stupid for being on the brink of tears. Hell, I grew up as a widow, and here I am crying over a stuffed animal. I just don't even understand why I got so attached to this stupid thing in the first place. But I did, and I just wish I could find it.

We walked through the whole store, but it wasn't anywhere. We even checked everywhere it could possibly be multiple times, but still no sight of it. I try not to show my sadness, feeling embarrassed for being so distraught over this juvenile thing.

My mom could tell that I was very disappointed though, despite my best efforts to hide it. She understands my attachment to things. She never finds it weird or even unordinary. And she was committed to getting this for me. It wasn't often I would feel this much about just some random object in a store, it's always things that I've owned for a long time, so she knew it had to be special.

.oOo.

A couple days after the unsuccessful trip to the store, I had still been very disappointed. I even searched everywhere online for the stuffy, but nothing. This only furthered my sadness, knowing I will never find it again. It's gone forever.

When my mom calls my name from the kitchen though, I mope out of my room and try to put on the best smile I can for her. It's not her fault I got attached to something so childish, she doesn't deserve to deal with my emotions like this.

When I meet Natasha in the kitchen, she's wearing an excited, yet satisfied grin. I raise an eyebrow, leaning up against the kitchen counter. "Mom.. What'd you do?" I dragged out, which only made her grin wider. She pulled something out behind her back, and set it on the counter. I gasped in shock.

It was the stuffed animal. I jumped up and down shaking my hands before I quickly grabbed it and hugged it to my chest, feeling tears of relief prick my eyes. I don't even have it in me to feel embarrassed about it anymore. I'm just so happy.

I run around the counter and crash into Natasha, giving her a big hug, the stuffy in the middle of us. She laughs and hugs me back tightly. "I- Thank you mama. Thank you so much." I stutter out, bouncing on my toes as I happy stim. "Of course, hon. I know you just couldn't let it go, and I wasn't going to leave my favorite kid sad like that. You deserve it sweetie, alright? You deserve it, and so much more."

I cry even harder at her reassurance, she seems to just know exactly what I always need. I finally pull back from the hug, and sway side to side while hugging the stuffy to my chest, my face stuffed into its soft fur. "Thank you mama... How'd you find it? I couldn't find it anywhere?"

"I have my ways." Is all she says, making me giggle. She pulls me in for one last hug, kissing the top of my head. "You deserve all the love in the world, and if that comes in the form of buying you every single stuffed animal you see, then that's just what I'll do."

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tsunderedoctor · 3 years

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HI HI

It's NICE TO MEET YOU!

How are you doing today? I hope you're having a nice day and drinking plenty of water. Moving on!

I was hoping to request a headcanon of Marco, Sabo, Mihawk, and Shanks with a fem!s/o that loves to go shopping every time she gets the chance on leisurely islands. She goes all out and makes them hold her bags and boxes 'cause "she didn't want to disturb the crews time". She has so many that it covers both of their arms and they can barely see.

Maybe they even drop something and they're more concerned about the well-being of the clothes instead of them(all good natured of course). When they get back on the ship, they could put on a mini-fashion show for them or the crew.

Hello! It's nice to meet ya, too! 🤗🤗 Yep, drinking that water! *nervously sips tea*

I can definitely do that! I’m a huge fan of Ross and could spend my whole day there just looking around! Pretty sure I’ve been to every single one in my state-

Babes Below~!

Marco the Phoenix

This man is very casual and laid back, he doesn’t mind carrying your bags. He’s relatively good about handling multiple things at once and can carry quite a lot. However, what he didn’t think of was the possibility of the path to be uneven.

Quickly losing balance, he dropped a pair of new shoes you had recently purchased. Watching you make sure the shoes were fine, he smiled a bit at your behavior. Deciding to help the man, you took a few boxes as you two made it back to the ship safely.

once everything was presented you asked the blond if he wanted to see your new clothes, smiling before lazily sitting on your bed while you got ready. He complimented your outfits one by one, finding something new to say about your body and how nice it looked.

He finally sat up and pulled you to the bed, tired of the fashion show and wanting to see the product up closer for himself.

“How about we have our own fashion show right here.”

Sabo

Despite his gentleman looks, the man is going to expect you to carry some of these bags yourself. He’s not the type to baby someone, he will make you a deal he will carry most of your items, but you needed to carry at least 25% of them.

When he had dropped one of the dresses you had bought, it was definitely by accident. He apologized and had you hand it back to him as you made your way back to the hotel you two were staying at for the time being, finally dropping everything off, he removed his coat and hat to relax.

Smiling at the man you placed a hat you had purchased on his head while twirling around in the dress he had accidentally dropped.

“Dance with me?”

Shaking his head at your behavior, he couldn’t help but smile and tip his hat to you. ��It would be my pleasure, miss.”

Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk is a spoiler, perfect man to take shopping, he will not complain! Literally the man who has like double his height in bags and won’t say a word about it.

If he does happen to drop one, he will know, could even tell you what the item was and if it was ruined too. Luckily, no damage was done to the hair piece you purchased, dusting some dust off it, you placed it back in it’s box and offered to carry it to give the man some help.

He hesitated at first, but allowed you to carry it, seeing the pleading look in your eyes. Once you two arrived at home, he suggested you try on the head piece to see how it would look. Nodding you go to the bathroom and get ready, wanting to look your best for the man.

Once you felt you looked nice, you stepped out announcing your presence, turning to look at you, his eyes widen for a second before returning to their normal stare.

“You’re truly beautiful, my love.”

“Red Hair” Shanks

Shanks is another spoiler, man reminds me of a golden retriever just wanting to please their beloved owner! Will happily take anything you throw at him with no complaints! Man just lives to please!

However, just like a puppy, he can get very excited quite quickly! He wants to see everything you are looking at and he also wants to see your reactions to seeing something you like, he just loves to see the sparkle in your eyes when the perfect accessory makes itself known to you! Going to catch a glimpse of your newest obsession, he happened to fall just right, dropping most of the items onto the pathway.

He did his best to make sure everything was fine before giving you a goofy smile and laughing apologetically. Sighing at the man’s rash behavior, you smiled back and decided to call it a day.

Upon returning home the ginger man smiled mischievously as he followed you to the room. Seeing his look, you had asked him what was going on, your only reply was him showing a nurse outfit a few simple words.

“Excuse me nurse, I fell today and need your help, can you bandage me up?”

Tag List: @chloe-nanami @musical-apple @luxiditea @macdonaldsmanager @onepieceya @undercoverweeeb @pebbsie @athenaportgas and whoever else wants to join in!

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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Let's Play A Love Game

Author's note: this one is rated 😈 so yeah. There was originally more angst in my mind but once I got to that part I was over it lol I'm the worst at angst I much rather make it naughty. It's more rushed than I wanted but I don't really have time to write 10k fics right now. But hopefully soon.

Summary: it's just pretend, right?

She hadn't meant to push the event in the corner of her mind until she forgot about it completely, so much so that when the e-vite showed up in her inbox she stared at it in wide eyed shock not even noticing Mi-Seon creeping up behind her.

"It's already time for that? I usually know it's coming because you start buying expensive dresses you can't afford and crying at your credit card bill. Maybe country life has really changed you hm?"

False. Inaccurate. Utterly wrong to the every core.

She lets out a shrill scream letting her head fall painfully on her desktop.

"I'm an idiot! Just kill me now, I deserve it." She has nothing to wear, okay the mountain of boxes in her living room, bedroom and some hidden in the linen closet beg to defer but none of that is worthy of this event. The annual dentist convention in Seoul, it's a week long getaway. It's meant to be an opportunity to build connections and attend professional learning classes, but that has long been abandoned. Now it is a fashion show and chance to show off your success and this year more than ever she has to impress everyone. They all look down on her and her cute little practice. Those judgemental snarky bitches.

"Do we have anymore patients?" She absently asks her best friend, only friend already getting up and walking away.

"No that was the last one. Do you want to call it a day?" She doesn't give a verbal reply lost in her phone and the disease that is online shopping, in the span of three minutes she has already added seven dresses to her cart.

"Chief Hong is going to have a long day."

It's just as Mi-seon says the next day the nosy know it all shows up glaring at her over the handful of packages in his arms.

"Don't tell me you're doing this again. What more could you possibly have to order? How much things does one woman need?" His voice is an air warmer than the last time they were in this very same position, but she tries not to think too hard about it. Their relationship is too confusing these days, as temperamental as the sea.

"Are delivery men allowed to complain this much when they're doing a job they are getting paid for?" She snarks back, snatching her packages from his arms with a huff. Ignoring the grin on his face as she disappears into her house.

"That better be all you order. I'm not coming back."

He comes back. At least six more trips, more boxes each time on the last day he doesn't simply leave after making his delivery.

"I'm coming in for tea because of you I've been working too hard." She squeaks indignantly as he pushes past her, their shoulders brushing in the tight space of the doorway.

She should wait until she doesn't have an audience but she's too impatient so while he's making the tea in her kitchen (so rude and intrusive), she starts to open a few boxes pulling out the contents. Dresses, blouses, shirts, hair accessories, lipsticks in all shades and hues, and of course shoes; heels, flats and everything in between.

"Your house looks like a department store." She jumps at his voice glancing up at him, almost laughing at the hedgehog mug that he's drinking out of that Mi-seon gave her as a joke. Leave it to him to pick the most ridiculous mug.

"Hurry up and go so I can try everything on." She starts to take the objects out and organize them, putting together possible outfits lazily.

"Why not have a fashion show?" He slurps loudly at the tea, sighing and smiling down at the warm beverage. Acting like he's never had tea before, such a plebian.

"A fashion show?"

"Yeah, model all that", he motions to the new boxes littering her bedroom floor, "and I'll let you know what looks good."

She scoffs, loudly looking at his lackluster outfit; a simple white tee tucked into dark cargo pants with suspenders.

"What do you know about fashion?" She replies meanly, despite the little voice in her mind that reminds her that while his outfits are more practical than fashionable there is something distracting about the way his shoulders fill out his shirts and the way his long legs sit in his pants.

He shrugs looking down at himself, "I'm the town handy man I have no need to look good. But I'm still a man I can tell you what I think looks good on a woman."

Oh. It's a nonchalant statement said with no real heat but the implications make her skin warm up, she's never once thought that he saw her as a woman; nor considered looking at him like a man. (Lies.)

"I--why woul--why?" She stutters through an answer, tongue heavy in her mouth. He looks back nonplussed, sitting down pointedly on her couch.

"Never took you for the shy kind. You growing bashful now Ms. Dentist?" His eyes twinkle with mischief and she knows that she's being played but she wants nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. Slamming her room door, she pulls off her casual house clothes and grabs the first thing that catches her attention- a buttery yellow dress that grazes her knee, pairing them with white heels and a high messy bun. A swipe of lip tint completes the look and she confidently opens her room door.

Du-sik is staring aimlessly at his phone and doesn't notice her reappearance at first, so she coughs loudly folding her arms and when his eyes land on her, a chill runs down her spine at the look that lands on her body. It's been a long time since a man looked at her in this way, his eyes are undressing her even though he was the one who implored her to dress up in the first place. She hates it. At least she should hate it. But she can't ignore the satisfaction that washes over her at his dumbfounded look, that smug look obliterated by her very first look.

"Well?" She pushes harder, twirling to give him the full look. His gasp is loud behind her, she knows exactly why. The deep revealing plunge that travels all the way to the small of her back. There's no way she would wear this to the convention much too suggestive but that's her business.

"Wher-" his voice cracks and this time she can't contain her smile, dimples flashing now at her clear affect on him, clearing his throat he tries again, "Where exactly are you going again?"

She hums turning back around, gleeful at the vibrant blush on his cheeks. So he is just a man after all.

"A dentist convention." She answers cheekily and he guffaws loudly, eyes narrowing at her like he knows exactly what she's trying to do. They stare at each other for a long moment and she ultimately breaks the stand still, realizing what's happening. It feels a lot like flirting.

Collecting herself, she barrels back into the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" She whispers to her reflection, face too flushed for her liking.

A hard knock at the door pulls her from her self chastisement, "You didn't even wait for my rating."

She sighs loudly covering her face in embarrassment at her own action. She doesn't even have alcohol to blame this time.

"I don't care. This was stupid, let's stop."

Of course he ignores her.

"I liked it. But it's too...sexy for convention. You should wear that for someone special. I doubt anyone with a beating heart would be able to resist you."

What the fuck.

This isn't who they are, when did they become comfortable enough for conversations like this? They despised each other, right? Confused and annoyingly flattered, she peels the dress off her body trying her hardest not to think about the fact that only a door separates him and her naked body.

"I would love to see the others. But I have to go, but if you want my opinion. Red is definitely your color."

"What?" She replies, but she can hear the too loud click of the front opening and then closing and just as capriciously as he arrived, he leaves.

Burying something that feels a lot like disappointment she flops onto her bed, head fuzzy like its been wrapped in cotton.

"What is going on?"

They don't see much of each other the next day and it's unusual given how much they see each other on a regular basis but she refuses to think about it or even consider that he's avoiding her. He's just busy and she doesn't care anyway, they have nothing to do with each other.

The convention is in two days now, she has her overnight bag packed with all her new purchases and the messages have been pouring in their group chat. She's mostly chosen to ignore them but on a whim she decides to check what they're so excited about, only to feel her stomach drop.

Why isn't Hye Jin answering?

Maybe she's busy with her mystery man 😉

Oh! She has to bring him, we need to interrogate him!

Yoon Hye Jin don't pretend you don't see these messages!!

That she had forgotten about.

"Why did you tell them that he's interested in you? Has living here altered your brain, you idiot." She berates herself.

"Who's interested in you? Why are you an idiot?" Mi-seon looks curious from the doorway, without waiting for an invitation she hops onto the bed with two cans of beer. She grabs one, drinking it in a flash.

"Oh it's that kind of night." Mi-seon says excitedly running to grab more beers.

"So let me get this straight, you told them that Chief Hong is interested in you and that he's been chasing you but you're not interested?"

She nods meekly, wishing the floor would swallow her up.

"Why did you lie?"

That's the brunt of the issue, she's a liar. She should have sent her initial message and told them that there was nothing between them but how could she when they were all calling him handsome and acting like she finally did something right? She'd spent that entire dinner feeling like her teenage self on the outside looking in, wanting nothing more than to be someone worthy of being included.

"I know I should have told the truth."

"Yes, you should have told them that you're interested in him too."

Huh.

Time stops as she processes the words that her best friend just uttered. There is static in her head as she tries to make sense of it.

"What are you talking about?"

Mi-seon looks at her unimpressed.

"You can both keep lying to yourself but the rest of us aren't as stupid. You're both interested in each other. It's mutual."

She wants to ardently deny the accusation but the words are caught in her throat and all she can manage are refusing sounds.

"You've been wearing red all week." Mi-seon says accusingly and she jumps up in huff, "So what? I'm allowed to wear colors!"

"You hate wearing red. You said it makes your skin look too pale. You hardly ever wear it. So color me surprised when I learned that red is the favorite color of a certain part timer."

That damn town chat. There has to be a way to get Mi-seon out of it. Maybe it was a mistake letting her live here. She was learning too much.

"Don't even bother to deny it. I won't believe anything you say. But I think you should ask him to go with you, you'll get some time alone to figure this out."

There's nothing to figure out. They are..... acquaintances who can admit that the other is vaguely attractive at times. His face isn't all that bad and she's pretty, so it's natural that there is tension at times, like he said they were still humans.

So she doesn't tell him about her fib, pretending everything is fine until it's the day of the convention and her anxiety has all but smothered her and her hands have a slight tremble in them as she starts to drive.

"It's going to be fine. Everything will be okay." She doesn't believe a word she's saying to herself, her heart is thumping in her heaving chest. She doesn't want to go alone. Convincing Mi-seon to leave was a failed endeavour, her and that police officer becoming inseparable. She knew what that smile meant when her best friend had realized that she would have the house to herself. She could barely get a word in as Mi-seon started frantically shaving her legs then pushed her out of the bathroom to "shave her wild cat".

With a sigh she starts driving, the car too quiet despite what she'd told Du-Sik and the Gongjin grannies. Uncharacteristically she turns on the radio, kpop blaring from the speakers. She recognizes the tune, never before has something as mundane as butter seemed so interesting but the kitchen essential was given new life by the song. She bops her head to the catchy beat, trying to ignore the fact that she's driving to the lion's den.

Some time later, she pulls into the hotel a valet already coming over to get her car. Grabbing her overnight bag, she exits the car handing her keys to the waiting hands of the valet.

Everyone is here and none of them had come alone, she was the only one without a plus one. They haven't noticed her yet so she watches as they all laugh at a joke she can't hear, unnecessarily stroking at their husband's chests as if to show off their exorbitantly priced wedding rings. Everything was always a competition here.

She shouldn't have come. Their was nothing about her life that they would be envious of. She was going to make a fool of herself. Impulsively she starts stepping back but it's too late, Hong In-A spots her and points her out and immediately all eyes are on her, they all start walking over to her and she wants nothing more than to run far, far away. Get on a bus and go to the beach and never see any of them ever again. But she's no longer a child, no longer that scared little girl; worked too hard to shed that skin.

Fortifying herself she puts on a fake smile. Ready for war.

"Hye-Jin ah, there you are. We were beginning to think you wouldn't come. You never responded in the group chat." Ye-Ri states with an attitude, looking around her as if searching for someone and eyes brightening when she sees no one. "Did you come alone?" This makes all of them perk up, looking around like chickens with their heads clucking. She swallows the shame the question elicits, "Who would I be with? I told you in already, it's not like that."

They all look at her with pity, it makes her want to slap them all across the face. Who were they to make her feel like shit, she didn't need anyone that didn't make her pathetic.

Finally one of the husbands cracks the awkward tension by introducing himself, she tries her best to ignore the pervasive way his eyes run down her body. Instinctively she crosses her arms, feeling naked under his stare. Nobody else notices her discomfort and after all the introductions, they all walk away as if she's no longer worth their time.

Lump in her throat she walks into the hotel, determined not to show them that they've gotten under her skin.

There's a scheduled lunch and she tries to find a new table but Sung-Mi waves her over and she doesn't see anyone else she recognizes or wants to sit with.

He hadn't been wrong, she has no friends besides Mi-seon.

"You were looking around, were you looking for someone? Are we not good enough to sit with?" The question is asked with a bite and sneer as if the idea is laughable that she would ever be better than any of them.

She swallows her pride, "No nothing like that. I was merely looking around."

Sung-Mi looks satisfied as if putting her in her place has righted her world.

They begin a conversation that completely excludes her, regaling drama that she knows nothing about and doing nothing to bring her up to date or invite her to join. It's the polar opposite of her experience in the countryside and with shocking clarity she realizes that she wishes she were there, it's only been a few hours but she misses it. Nobody looks down on her there, no usually she's the only doing that she notes with shame.

"I'll find the restroom." She says to no one because none of them are paying her any mind except the husband with the wandering eyes and she would much rather not have that attention.

Thankfully the bathroom is empty and she has to stop herself from splashing water on her face, her make-up was done perfectly it would be a waste to ruin it. Pushing her hair behind her ears she takes a deep breath and then another until her head is clearer, the noise lessening.

"It's only a day and a night. You've suffered far worst."

With that lacking pep talk she exits the bathroom, almost colliding into a wall. Wait, no it's just a person- a chest to be specific. She looks up ready to apologize when a familiar face stops her in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" She stares flabbergasted at him, more dressed up than she's ever seen him. In a white suit with a white vest, the tee-shirt peeking under the only thing that feels like him to her. And his white sneakers. She can't hide her surprise at his sudden appearance and without thinking she starts to pull him to the side, to avoid being seen but she's not fast enough and soon they are swarmed by her colleagues, before she even has a chance to talk to him.

"Aren't you the man from the picture?" Yoo-Jin asks blushing way too much for a married woman if her husband's cold stare means anything.

"The picture?" Du-sik replies, clearly confused.

"You're the guy that's chasing after her. She told us that you liked her and you were courting her." Sung-Mi answers for her, she wants to vanish. It would be better if she had never existed. Even non-existence would be better than this embarrassing moment. "I got a picture of you two last time, when you followed her."

His eyes ping-pong between the group and her and she realizes this is his chance to ruin her. After everything she's done, all her rude comments and snobby remarks about the town and people he cares for so much, this is his chance for revenge. He can laugh and deny any feelings for her, tell them all that she's a liar and he's never been interested in her, not even once. This is what is going to happen. She prepares herself for the fall out, surely after this she won't be able to show her face in Seoul again.

He starts to laugh and her stomach tightens, her palms are so sweaty.

Here it goes.

"Oh I guess she wanted to keep me a secret."

Wait. What. That doesn't sound like denial.

"We're together now. I finally bulldozed those walls and made her mine. Nice to meet you all I'm Hong Du-sik, Hye-Jin ah's boyfriend."

Her eyes widen as he bows and starts to shake hands with the husbands, the one that stared at her looking disappointed. Their handshake goes on for a second too long, eventually with the latter pulling away with a pained look. She's too confused to consider what that means.

"And you were so cold earlier saying you had no one. Did you want to make a fool of us?"

He answers for her, "It's nothing like that, my honey is still getting used to us. I'm sorry I'm so late I had something to take care of."

Her head is spinning too fast to keep up with everything happening and she's grateful when he excuses them and guides her outside with a large hand on her hip.

Fresh air is much appreciated and she takes in huge heaps of it as soon as they're free.

Then reality crashes down on her.

He knows about her lying.

He had called her bluff.

But he didn't out her.

"Why didn't you tell them the truth?" She finally manages to say, head still reeling.

But instead of answering he's staring at her legs, then slowly his eyes swivel upward cross her thighs curving around her hips, past her breasts (a bit too slow there) before moving to her collar and settling on her face.

"You look great."

She feels the heat rushing to her face. What was he doing to her?

It hadn't been in purpose but she finds herself in red again, an a line dress with criss crossing straps over her shoulder and a middle slit. It was conservative without being too formal or professional. She'd felt comfortable in it but now seeing that look on his face, comfort is the last thing she feels.

He was distracting her and she couldn't afford that with those harpies inside waiting for her downfall. They needed to get back on track.

"What are you doing here?" She tries again, but he responds with his own question, "Why did you tell them that I was chasing you?"

"It was a mistake. They thought we were together and I just....said that for no reason." It's half the truth.

"They don't seem like your friends. You looked like you needed someone on your side, so I just found myself saying we were together for no reason."

She looks at him blankly, heart pounding now. In her moment of weakness instead of kicking her, he'd lended a helping hand. What kind of person did it make her for expecting the former?

"So what now?" She asks still in disbelief that he's here and that he'd told people that there were dating, she would be angry and offended later that they had readily believed it. Perhaps it didn't seem too farfetched now with him looking like that right now.

"Well, don't look but they're watching us through the glass."

This time she finds herself turning to look and he's the one that has to stop her, he does so by suddenly grabbing her hand and tugging her into his body. She squeaks at the collision. Leaning down so his lips are level with her ear, he speaks, "We can give them a show. I'm happy to be your pretend boyfriend."

Why?

She yearns to ask him why he's willing to go this far for her? Why was he even here when she had never told him where the convention was taking place? But his words were hot on her ear and she's tired of being their source of entertainment so she nods looking up at him, "Just this once. I'm going to lean on you. Let me borrow your eraser and copy your homework."

He stares before a blinding smile graces his handsome face.

"Let's go then." His hand is heavy on her waist as he walks back towards the hotel, taking his role very seriously it seems.

He fits in perfectly. Able to talk about a plethora of topics to anyone he's introduced to and even she's impressed by him. Be it travel, philosophy or poetry he seems well versed in everything things that even she is ignorant to and it makes her regret the way she looked down on him before, he was anything but a country bumpkin.

She leaves him to his conversation to get a drink, a whiskey on the rocks. Needing something hard tonight.

Not that. Down brain.

"Yoon Hye Jin? I would recognize that face anywhere."

Twisting to face the voice, she sees a familiar face- old classmate. Rung Do-Bae, they weren't anything more than classmates despite his many, many attempts.

His eyes sweep over her hungrily. She swallows her drink, painting on a shallow smile.

"Sunbae, how nice to see you here."

Invading her space he grabs her hand, "There is no need for such formalities. You can just call me by my name, Hye Jin ah."

As if she ever would.

Gently she tries to extract her hand but he won't let go and she doesn't want to make a scene.

Suddenly she's warmed by a body pressing into her, she knows who it is without even looking, her body relaxes immediately.

"Sorry I got lost in conversation honey. Who might this be? Another friend of yours?" He thrusts his right hand out and Do-Bae has no choice but to release her hand to return his handshake. Scarily enough she's starting to become used to his nickname, barely reacting to him using it again.

"Yes, this is my sunbae from school. Sunbae this is Hong Du Sik my....."

She knows that this is all an act, they were doing this to help her but she can't bring her tongue to form around the word, boyfriend.

"Her boyfriend." He finishes for her, pulling her tighter to his body.

But Do-Bae looks suspicious now.

"Boyfriend? I thought you were still single. You never changed your status on SNS. I've checked."

"Why are you so curious about that?" Du-sik challenges in return, doing a great job of sounding like a jealous boyfriend. She's almost even convinced.

"Hye Jin ah and I have always had a very special relationship. Beyond that of a hoobae and sunbae. Isn't that right?" He directs the last bit to her and she feels Du-sik stiffen next to her, seemingly believing these lies. So she clears that up.

"I have no idea what you're referring to honestly. We have never had anything that would constitute as a "special" relationship. I would appreciate if you didn't spread such lies, especially to my boyfriend. Enjoy the rest of your night."

She tugs Du-sik away, not waiting for a reply from the other man. The conversation was over anyway.

When they get far enough he speaks, "You have a lot of admirers."

She raises an eyebrow at the non-sequitur.

"Are you surprised?"

He brushes a hand across her cheek, making her freeze.

"No. It makes sense."

She blinks slowly before laughing, it sounds fake even to her ears.

"You should have been an actor. Your acting skills are incredible." He doesn't laugh, doesn't move before they're pulled into another conversation and she tries not to think about how tightly his body is pressed against her own.

"How is he in bed? He hasn't left you alone all day, I bet it's passionate." As soon as lunch had ended they had invited her to a spa, she'd considered saying no but she knew they would talk about her even if she wasn't there so it was best to at least know what they were saying.

Du-sik looked sad to see her go, but she told herself that she wasn't good at reading his faces. They hardly knew each other.

"I can't remember the last time I had a passionate night of sex. Kids and a full time job, leave no time for that. I'm pretty sure he's cheating on me and I'm too tired to even care." Sung-Mi confesses and she's shocked when the others nod in agreement instead of threatening to castrate him, as she'd done when Mi-seon told her about her ex boyfriend cheating.

"I have no complaints. He's... attentive. He's always touching me and pushing his way into my space. He's gentle but passionate, and I like...that he's so much bigger than me." She knows she should stop, this is definitely taking the lies too far. But that night bleeds into her thoughts, making everything she's saying feel true. He'd been so gentle with her, those huge hands cupping her face. She wondered how they would feel on other parts of her body.

"Damn. Look at you getting horny just from remembering. I'm so jealous."

Jealous. There were envious of her, it was all she'd been hoping for but the happiness she expected to erupt never comes. Instead she feels cheap, like she'd used Du-sik for her own benefit. She had tainted that night. This wasn't what she wanted.

As the day had gone on she found herself looking at him too much, he'd come all the way just for her and regardless of her brain trying to minimize that, it was huge. He hated snobby people like them who based a person's worth in their monetary success and yet he put on a smile and chatted with everyone, letting them mock his way of life and call people like him useless dreamers. All while she did nothing to defend him and drank wine, happy that they were being accepted.

He was the perfect gentleman all day and he was getting nothing in return for this. It was all just to help her.

Would a friend truly go this far to help? Was she being naive or was it like Mi-seon said, was she lying to herself?

"I'm such an idiot."

Without another word, she flees the sauna rushing to the locker room and changing back into her clothes. Nobody follows her because they aren't her friends. Why had she wasted so much time trying to impress these people who aren't even truly happy in their own lives?

The drive back is long, and she doesn't know what she's going to say but she knows that she's tired of being scared.

Leaving the key in the car she rushes past the valet, into the hotel elevator pressing their floor and waiting impatiently.

It takes three tries to get into their hotel room but once the door opens, he's right there. Sitting in the seat by the window reading a book.

"You're back early. I thought you would be gone until three?" He looks up, dog earring his book and giving her his full attention. Her heart skips a beat.

"Why did you agree to do this for me? Why go through all this trouble for me?"

It's the same question he's been asking himself since he first met her. Why was he was interested in her and why did he keep wanting to save her?

It was the desire that led to him being here.

He had accidentally overhead Mi-seon talking to Eun Chol about being worried about her, the convention was overnight and everyone would be bringing someone and she'd be all alone. The thought of her alone and isolated, made him race to her without a plan. Only stopping at a store to buy his outfit so he would fit in with her crowd, he'd spent more in that shop then he usually did in a week. But it was worth it for her.

It was a miracle that she hadn't questioned his presence more, he knew it was shameless and deceiving but none of this felt like pretending to him. His jealousy had been real, he'd had to strangle the urge to kick the pervert husband with the wandering eyes and then the insistent sunbae who wouldn't take a hint. She was a vision in the red dress and it wasn't a surprise that men found her enchanting, he just didn't like them looking at her. But she wasn't his, never would be because he couldn't confess.

They weren't right for each other.

"Do you like me?"

That question again. Last time he had laughed it off, called it absurd. But it wasn't. Not liking her would have been absurd.

"I don't know why you're asking me that."

"Because I'm tired of us lying to ourselves. Don't laugh and don't you dare say it's absurd again."

He can't respond, he's stuck on the word "us". It wasn't just him, they were an us?

Hearing that gives him courage he had long thought had been most forever.

"I wasn't pretending today. Nothing was fake to me, I meant it all." It's terrifying, unchartered land for them and he waits to see which one of them will chicken out first. It's sure to happen.

"I'm going to kiss you." She says instead of running like he expected and secretly wished for.

And then she's crossing the room and leaning down to grab his face, she watches him giving him a chance to pull away but he does the opposite, this time he meeting her half way. As soon as their lips meet the kiss is already too much, she's sliding into his lap and he wraps his arms around her tugging her closer until their chests are squished together.

He hasn't kissed anyone like this in a long time.

Hasn't been this close to losing control in a longer time.

"You're dangerous." He whispers into her mouth and she giggles at the statement, wiggling in his arms and rolling into him forcing a punched out groan from his lips.

Carefully he lifts her shirt watching her face closely for any signs that she wants to stop but finding nothing but her palpable lust.

Her skin is unbelievably smooth and soft and he can't stop himself from stroking her, rubbing at her back his hands resting right above her butt.

"How long have you felt this way?" She asks softly seductively nipping at his neck and running a hand over his shirt to caress his stomach, he physically aches for her.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you. But I didn't feel this until you convinced grandma to get her implants. That was when it became more for me."

She looks surprised and he is too, that they're speaking so candidly about feelings they've always denied.

"What about you?"

She stops licking at his neck to look him in the eyes. He's nervous to hear her reply.

"I.... don't know."

He tries to hide his disappointment. Maybe she was starting to retreat back into her shell. Maybe he shouldn't have been so honest.

He's about to untangle them when she continues, "It wasn't at first sight but one day I found myself looking for you. Seeing you become the best part of my day, I started to count on you to be there for me. To expect it. Just like this, I've been scared to lean on anyone until I met you."

Now that's a confession.

Impulsively he stands with her still on his lap, forcing her to to latch onto him so she doesn't tumble to the floor. Not that this would ever happen because he would never let her fall.

"I could have fell!" She cries, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her half naked bra clad body so close to him is causing another biological crisis in his pants.

Walking to the large bed in the middle of the room he falls backwards, enjoying the view of her on top of him a little too much.

It's all probably too soon and they should probably slow down, but his body is strumming and he wants nothing more than to break her apart.

"I'm all sweaty. I should take a shower."

Instantly an image of her wet and naked under the downpour of a shower flashes in his mind and he has to twist away from her.

"Pervert." She accuses but he can hear how satisfied she is with his reaction. Damn tease.

"Do you want to join me?" She teases some more, having fun now that she knows her power over him.

He looks at her helplessly.

"Are you having fun? Remember what I told you before? I'm still a guy. You're sitting here in your bra taunting me, do you think I'm that much of a good guy? Do you think I don't want to throw you down, rip your clothes off and eat you alive? I'm so hard right now just seeing you naked would be enough to push me over the edge. So don't make propositions you can't follow through on."

She looks dizzy from his words, eyes hooded and glossy. He watches her gulp and then stagger off to the bathroom, without a word to him. It's probably for the best, everything is too charged right now.

A shower for her and many glasses of water for him later, she's back and it's almost time for dinner.

"I think they said dinner starts at 6. Should we head down?"

She glances at him, while opening her bag and pulling out skin creams and some fuzzy socks.

"Would you be opposed to ordering room service and staying here?"

It's the best offer he's heard all day, only second to her asking if he wanted to join her in the shower.

"What about your colleagues?" He asks to make certain that she's really okay with this.

"What about them?" She replies with a shrug and he grins picking up the room service menu.

They order too much food and not enough alcohol but neither of them want to forget this night. She tells him stories about her time in dental school and he's happy to get to know her better, chuckling at the funny stories and commiserating at the sad ones.

Before he knows it night has fallen.

And he realizes that they'll be sharing a bed. Unless she wants him to sleep on the couch.

She's wearing a big shirt and loose shorts and he still can't believe he gets to see her like this.

"Are you coming to bed?" She's already getting under the sheet and that answers his question, this is really happening. He starts to follow her lead, getting under the sheets but keeping a respectable distance between them.

"I'm cold." She announces suddenly and he starts to look for a thermostat in the room or an extra blanket, before realizing that she's looking at him over her shoulder, he stares back confused before she lifts an eyebrow and oh, he gets it. Carefully moving closer he feels her warmth surround him as they meet, forth to back.

"Took you long enough." She grumbles, pulling his arm over here body and settling back into him moving until she's comfortable.

She's so close and warm and her smell is all around him and he feels his restraint dissolving and when she presses back into him, her hip rubbing against his crotch he bites down on his bottom lip.

It's too much for him to resist and without warning or preamble, he's turning her to face him and swallowing her moan of surprise eagerly. He grabs her head firmly holding her in place and slips his tongue into her open mouth, her unique taste exploding on his taste buds. He's hungry for more. So he starts to tug down her shorts, heart beat thundering in his groin. She kicks the shorts away, and he groans at the sight of her panties she was trying to kill him, he was certain.

"You're the devil." He chokes out staring at red lace, he'll never be able to see the color again without getting a raging hard on.

"You haven't seen anything yet. Honey." The word drips from her tongue just like the real thing.

Forgetting all reason and logics he lunges at her, devouring her mouth and sticking his hand in her panties. She's so warm and fuck, wet drenching his fingers.

Simultaneously he thrusts his tongue into her mouth and his fingers in her wet folds, groaning as she melts like butter under his touch. There's no resistance, as he plunges two fingers inside her experimentally before picking up his place when she clutches onto him and grinds back on his fingers, begging the whole time.

"More, more, please!"

As if he could ever deny her anything, with one hand he grabs her ass and the other he thrusts into her opening over and over until her voice gets breathy and she starts to stutter, squirming wildly in his arms and he knows exactly what's coming: the beautiful end. So without warning he pulls back the sheet and slithers down her body, throwing her legs around his head and pushing his tongue in to the brim, hungrily drinking at her until she shakes and combusts in his arms. Sweet on his tongue, he swallows it all greedily.

He strokes her as she recovers from her high, climbing back up her body. So much for taking things slow, but he can't even think about regretting it when he sees the blissed out look on her face. He wants to imprint it in his mind. Nobody else will ever get to see this face but him.

"It's your turn." She says sounding loopy like she's drunk and he laughs as she reaches for the tent in his pants but misses his bulge and instead falls into him.

"You're tired. Go to sleep. That was enough for me, seeing you like that fulfilled every fantasy I've had. "

He truly means it. He's a giver. And it's not like he can't tug one out later in the bathroom with her face and moans playing on repeat in his brain.

She starts to argue, but her phone vibrating on the nightstand distracts her. Reaching over she picks it up before chuckling and flopping back into the bed.

"What?" He asks curious, jealous of whoever is making her smile like that.

Ignorant to his inner thoughts, she thrusts her phone into his face. The room is so dark it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright lighting of the phone, but once he can see he reads the message on her phone and starts to laugh too.

"Dusik is missing! Nobody has seen him all day!! We started a search party."

#hometown cha cha cha #sikhye couple #caution 😈 ahead #hong du shik #yoon hye jin #living rent free

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neverdoingmuch · 3 years

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Wangxian prompt: They see each other constantly. Like, maybe they're neighbors, or is a "my kid's teacher" situation. Maybe they meet at the bus stop, or work in the same company but different offices. So they're aware of each other and they exchange glances, maybe little inside-joke smiles about things they both notice. They see each other being brave, competent, kind, so so handsome. And when they actually talk to each other months later the first thing they say is "Marry me" and "Yes"

ooh!! this sounds like a lot of fun, i love it so much. i think office workers would be the best bc then we can contrast the banality of the rest of their lives to the quirkiness of their relationship so to speak.

okay so it all started when lwj decided that he wanted to eat breakfast on his apartment balcony

he takes his bowl and goes to sit in the chair outside and he’s prepared to just enjoy the cool morning air but when he looks up he sees a man sitting on the balcony exactly opposite his

wwx, by some strange luck, has the apartment across the street, and always goes outside to try and wake up bc he is not a morning person at all and the 9-5 job is killer for someone who likes to go to sleep at like three in the morning

anyway, lwj looks up and sees this kinda cute guy just sitting on the floor miserably blinking at the rising sun and is like oh weird and tries not to stare too much

but after that first time lwj sees him, he starts seeing mystery balcony dude everywhere, like everywhere and no amount of not staring is gonna save him

he goes down to his favourite cafe to get a cup of tea after breakfast and while he’s enjoying his tea and reading the newspaper he hears someone laugh loudly and glances over to the muffin display to see balcony man chatting with one of the staff as he orders his own coffee

balcony man must have noticed his attention because he looks over and for a moment he looks confused but then he’s smiling brightly at lwj and it’s this absolutely amazing smile and he’s even hotter when he’s not sitting in a ratty t-shirt across the street and lwj panics, chugs the rest of his tea, and immediately leaves

he ends up arriving at the train station fifteen minutes early and is stuck awkwardly waiting while avoiding the grandma who likes showing men pictures of her granddaughter who is very beautiful and very single apparently

the train arrives and lwj gets on, finds a seat and pulls out his phone to respond to emails. then, just as the doors are about to shut, who should rush in but balcony man

he’s kinda sweaty and red but the guy makes it look good and he ends up sitting down a few metres from lwj, not that lwj notices because he’s very busy responding to his emails about how one of the teams in sales is having difficulties with one of their projects, so busy that he spends the next thirty minutes staring at the email unable to get past the second line

lwj and wwx end up getting off at the same stop and to lwj’s absolute horror they end up going to the same building

lwj tries to do the thing where you speedwalk past the person so they don’t think you’re following them but then wwx did the same thing to him so they end up arriving at the same time

they get in the elevator together, lwj near the door off to the left and balcony man in the far corner, leaning against the wall and looking down at his shoes

it’s kind of awkward but thankfully wwx gets off at the fifteenth floor - software design and tech support or something while lwj gets off at the twentieth floor - sales maybe?

he doesn’t see the man again until the end of the work day when they get into the elevator at the same time and go back down. they’re the only two people in there bc they’re working late or the stars aligned or something

and that’s just the first day. after that, every day the same thing happens and they keep seeing each other as they’re going to and from work.

but also lwj goes to do the grocery shopping and when he’s paying wwx is in the next line across and when he goes to buy new strings for his guqin wwx is already in the store buying a new mouthpiece for his dizi

this goes on for a few weeks and then one morning, while wwx is trying to shock his system into waking up and lwj is just enjoying breakfast, they hear familiar shouting: the couple downstairs is breaking up again

lwj rolls his eyes, aware that come next week they’ll be dating again, and just blocks it out when the boyfriend comes stumbling out of the building with his shirt half on and the girlfriend still yelling

he looks across the street to see what balcony man thinks of it all and sees that he’s mouthing along to the argument (it really is exactly the same speech every time but it’s incredible that he’s memorised it). lwj snorts. it’s unseemly and rude but balcony man is over there acting out the break up as well as mouthing along and it’s the funniest thing lwj’s seen all week.

wwx notices him laugh and decides to wave at him. lwj tentatively waves back and with that the magic of their relationship sets in

now when lwj goes to the cafe in the morning wwx will look around the store until he spots lwj and wave at him, and lwj will lift his mug up in greeting which always make wwx laugh

then when they get on the train, they always get seats opposite each other and while they never actually say anything, sometimes lwj will glance over to see wwx sneaking a look at him. they both blush and look away but moments later they’re doing it again

when they walk to work, lwj crosses the street so they can walk at the same pace and not have to actually be right next to each other and despite having to cross back over, wwx is always still waiting to catch the elevator with him.

now when they go up, they still don’t talk to each other but wwx always hums and lwj taps along with whatever tune he’s picked.

same thing when they go back down in the evening and catch the train back

over time it starts to become more than just staring and smiling, now when the couple downstairs breaks up, wwx will hold up like three fingers and lwj understands that balcony man thinks they’ll get back together within three days

(wwx’s always right btw)

when they go to the cafe lwj will send wwx a thumbs down if the sports mum with eight kids gets in queue first and wwx will always make hearts with his hands whenever the baristas start flirting.

when they get in the train and hear the angry businessmen argue they’re sitting there making funny faces at each other,, well wwx does and lwj just tries to keep his face blank. he usually succeeds but sometimes he smiles and wwx will always do a little victory wiggle which is honestly so cute lwj is dying

the elevator? they don’t even have to say anything. whenever a coworker they don’t like hops in they just find subtle ways to explain why they don’t like them and how

the best time was when lwj saw su she get in and immediately pulled a face like he sucked a lemon and had to try and mime “he always takes really long lunches and is really bad at sales but we can’t get rid of him because he’d whine too much and no one wants to put up with that” but he’s lwj and doesn’t really do miming. in contrast, when wen chao gets in wwx just holds up his thumb and pointer finger like he’s measuring something, and holds them only a few centimetres apart.

they both get really good at reading each other like that

when they catch the train back home it’s always really late so lwj ends up reading a book while wwx sketches and, just as lwj always holds up his books so wwx can see the cover, wwx will show lwj whatever he’s drawn

at one point in time lwj comes home and sees a stray kitten hiding in a box near the entrance to his building but he can’t take it in bc of his rabbit so instead he goes out onto his balcony and just points straight down and holds up a cardboard box he has in his own apartment

without even hesitating wwx goes downstairs and crosses the street, still dressed in his pyjamas, and takes the kitten home.

lwj kinda expected wwx to take the kitten to a shelter or something but within a month their morning routine changes to allow a kitten to climb all over wwx as he tries to wake up and it’s ridiculously adorable but also lwj is sitting there in absolute awe of how good balcony man is to just take in a stray like that

there’s probably a few other scenes, like wwx and lwj going out to a dinner with their teams and they get seated at nearby tables and end up sending each other commiserating smiles whenever the conversation gets particularly dull and the time when lwj gets caught by the well-meaning grandma who always tries to set people up with her granddaughter on the train and he taps out sos in morse code and wwx just replies rip and stares out the window for the rest of the trip

anyway this is getting a bit long so im going to say jump forward a year (doesn’t have to be a year i guess). they’re still enjoying this whole thing they’ve got going on and they know each other so well that when lwj sees wwx some mornings he knows to go to the cafe early and order an extra strong coffee for wwx and wwx will sometimes sketch pictures of rabbits when lwj seems a bit annoyed after work

(wwx will fold them into paper aeroplanes and throw them across the train to lwj and lwj always takes them home and flattens them back out and then shows them to his rabbit before before putting them up on the fridge)

one day the trains break down and they’re stuck waiting at the station in the morning and for once lwj feels genuinely sad that he might not get to work on time. like work is whatever but he doesn’t want to miss out on the half an hour on the train with balcony man and the way they speedwalk to see who can get to the office first and the awkward waiting outside the elevators where wwx bounces up and down and lwj taps out a rhythm against his thigh until wwx notices and starts humming along

but then he notices wwx walking over to him. he seems kinda nervous, hesitating at first but he puts on a confident smile and saunters over and lwj is panicking because they haven’t done this before and he doesn’t know what to do

wwx opens his mouth - he’s going to make the first move and ask out his mystery man, but then lwj takes one look at wwx, who’s standing right next to him and it feels different to all the other times they’ve been together, and he panics

wwx barely manages to open his mouth to say good morning when lwj blurts out will you marry me?

wwx blinks, blushes bright red, and immediately goes yes! (it’s a bit too loud and people around them turn to stare but neither of them notice)

lwj immediately whips out his phone and sends in an email saying that he’s taking a sick day and after he sends it off, he slips his phone back into his pocket, takes wwx’s hand in his and asks him what’s your name?

it takes wwx like fifteen minutes to stop laughing by which time they’re back at their cafe and this time, they both sit down at a table after ordering their drinks and it’s the baristas making hearts with their hands at them

#Anonymous #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs #modao zushi #mo dao zu shi #asks #my aus #cql #the untamed #anon i hope this turned out alright!!#i loved your prompt so much and i wanted to do justice to it #i was thinking it was gonna be short but it ended up being really long too ):#or not a sad face if you like long answers?#who knows!!#but i had a lot of fun!#i didnt get much into the brave & competent thing bc i wanted to create a disconnect between their normal jobs and these moments they share #also?? they'd probably have to talk if they saw each other up close so rip the logistics

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ssamie · 3 years

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eleven. “get your girl!”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist. suicide freak!

"was our sleepover fun, kenma-kun?" she chirped

"no. your place had suicidal traps and schemes littered all around" kenma sighed

she laughed at him as he continued to put on his shoes. kenma was forced to stay with her last night as per her request. and, of course, true to her word, they had loads of fun.

"it wasn't that bad" she pouted playfully

"there was a toaster in your bathtub, so i couldn't take a proper bath. and the only 'food' you have is a bottle of muriatic acid and candy" kenma deadpanned

"hey, i offered to feed you a full course meal!" she defended

"y-your body does not count!" kenma argued back. a faint pink hue was sploched on his cheeks as he refused to look at her.

"well whatever, let's go meet the others before we head out" she said. as the pair made their way to the agency's office, atsushi was already there along with kunikida. kenji was sleeping while ranpo was just munching on his snacks, like usual.

"good morning!" she chirped out in a la-di-da tone

"good morning, y/n-san" atsushi greeted back with a warm smile

"goomorwing" ranpo mumbled back, though it was muffled by the snacks in his mouth

"hehe, kunikida-kun~" she cooed out "were gonna head out now, kunikida-kun! we're borrowing your wallet for some pancakes on the way~"

kunikida clicked his tounge and stood up from his chair. he stomped over to her and snatched the wallet that somehow made its way into her hands. "no way in hell, you bandage-squandering-machine!" kunikida exclaimed

kenma simply stretched his arm out for her to fall onto as she dramatically screamed and stumbled back "agh!" she exclaimed as she recoiled into an unamused kenma's chest

"n-nice nickname there, kunikida-kun" she let out a strained laugh "that stung... just a little"

"tch, if you got so much time wandering around then you might as well write a report about your capture by the port mafia" kunikida said

she chuckled lowly and spun around, only to be found sporting a serious and aloof expression "atsushi-kun." she called out

"yes?" atsushi perked up, his dual-toned eyes sparkling with determination

"write the report for me." she commanded in a serious tone

"hah?" atsushi huffed out

"well then, kenma-kun and i will be going! bye-bye~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye. kenma waved at them as they stepped out of the agency's office.

"oi! you better be back here after school, brat!" kunikida shouted. though his words were faint since they were already running off.

"well then, ready for school kenma?" she cooed

"no, i just wanna relax" kenma grumbled

"wasn't last night enough relaxation, pudding?" she mused with a sly smirk

"no, it wasn't" kenma shuddered "i told you i wasn't down to have ˢᵉˣ and yet-"

"oh, look at that! isn't that chuuya~" she cut him off with a playful grin "it seems he's not alone, akutagawa-kun is looking real tall compared to him" she hummed

by now kenma was just confused, frustrated and lowkey scared. "literally what?" he muttered "akutagawa..?" kenma muttered. "wait- isn't that the port mafia guy in the news?!" he whisper shouted

"he's still coughing up his lung like its no one's business" she chuckled as she waved her hand around "that boy really needs to invest in an inhaler or something.. or maybe some water will do.." she muttered to herself

kenma chose to ignore her as he simply tugged her arm and ran away towards the station. they scurried away all while trying not to be seen by the two men. "are you crazy?! weren't those the guys that took you?" kenma whisper shouted

"i remember you mentioning an akutagawa last night" he sighed "and not to mention that chuuya guy was there too."

"they're harmless" she reassured with a smile

"they're in the port mafia." kenma deadpanned "actually, can we please discuss the fact that you're affiliated with the mafia-"

"no." she said with a smile

"anyways, we should go.. nekomata-san said something about cleaning out the gym lockers"

kenma gaped at her as she started walking further, leaving him behind. all while sporting that goofy grin, acting as if she didn't just come across two mafiosos.

"fine, whatever.."

"what happened to you yesterday , y/n-senpai?" lev asked with a small smile

"oh nothing, lev" she chuckled dismissively "i just had a psychic tell me that if i jumped into the river near the village, my death would be guaranteed." she hummed out with a nod “so i decided to try it out" she grinned

"woah!! so did it work?" lev asked back

"lev you fucking idiot" yaku sighed

kuroo watched them and laughed along, leaving lev to fend for himself as yaku kicked his back. kuroo nudged kenma with his elbow, smirking suggestively as he wiggles his brows

"what kuroo." kenma sighed "soo.. how'd it go with your lady? hm?" kuroo grinned teasingly

kenma flushed a bright pink and buried his face into the collars of his jacket, so only his eyes could be seen. "i-it was.. yeah-" he stammered

"oya oya~ what's this supposed to mean?" kuroo sneered

"it means kenma here is a real treat in be-" she was cut off as kenma slapped her with the mop "no!" kenma shrieked flusteredly "were going away now!" was the only thing he said before dragging the girl into the lockerooms

"WHAT THE HELLSNKAKAJA" the team laughed and hollered as kuroo burst out into his hyena cackle

"wow kenma! you could've killed me with that mop" she laughed "do it again!"

"KYANMA IS ALL GROWN UP NOW!" kuroo laugh-cried "KYANMAAA HOW COULD YOU?! I WAS GONNA MARRY Y/N-CHAANN" yamamoto cried out

"stop teasing him guys, he'll get mad" kai sweatdropped as he tried to ease the team down

"yeah...so how's it feel to be one-upped by your best friend, mr.chemistry nerd?" yaku sneered as he held in his laughs

kuroo immediately stopped laughing as he sent yaku an unamused glare "HAH?! SHUT UP YOU GENETIC ANOMALY!" kuroo yelled at him

completely ignoring their loud voices, kenma and y/n arrived in the lockeroom and proceeded with the cleaning "i can't believe that just happened" kenma shook his head disappointingly

she chuckled and patted his back as they started cleaning out the lockers. "aww, don't be so down kenma-kun" she cooed

"i'll help you clean the lockers if that makes you feel better" she said as she hugged him from behind

"stop hugging me" kenma hissed at her "and that doesn't make me feel better because it's your job in the first place"

"anyways, look at lev's locker!" she said with an innocent whistle as she opened the locker.

"oya oya" she mumbled "lev is truly adorable.. but kind of.. strange, per say"

"what is it?" kenma asked. she snickered and pulled out an ungodly amount of cat food packed in tupperwares.

"what the hell." kenma sweat dropped "does he eat that or something?" kenma muttered while scrunching up his face

"i'd hope not, but let's leave this here" she chuckled "any ways.. how about checking out my locker?" she suggested with a smile as she skipped over to the locker in the furthest row

"aren't you curious to see what's in my locker, kenma-kun?" she cooed tauntingly

kenma sighed but followed her anyways "sure. part of me is, part of me isn't" he said

"here we go.." she paused dramatically as she pulled on the handle "tada!" she exclaimed as she slammed it open, presenting him a noose tied to a piece of wood which was stuck at the top.

"what the hell?!" kenma shrieked

"its a y/n-style suicide corner locker!" she announced excitedly

"i thought so, but that's creepy!" kenma exclaimed "not even the lockers are suicide-free"

"why?" kenma grumbled

"well you see, it's actually very convenient" she said "tip it over once you're done, and it instantly turns into a coffin!" she giggled menicingly

kenma sighed as he eyed her locker and her awfully enthusiastic grin. "please don't try to sell it to me like some time-saving product" he said

she then huffed out a breath of air and slyly smirked as she pushed the locker close "geez, im getting bored.. aren't you, kenma?" she said with an exaggerated sigh

"you show off your locker and now you're content?!" kenma scoffed in disbelief

she grinned mischievously and skipped away "why don't we ditch this place and go have some ramen?" she proposed

"we just got here like two hours ago" kenma said "and im pretty sure nekomata-san won't let us go just like that"

"aw, cmon! come with me, kenma-kun~ i wanna eat with you~" she whined out

"fine, fine" kenma groaned "just cover for me if i end up getting scolded"

"of course!" she beamed at him. she then threw away the unused cleaning supplies, confidently striding out the door, leaving the locker room as dirty as it was before

"oya oya~ did you have fun in there?" kuroo asked teasingly

"yup!" she replied "in fact, we had so much fun that we decided to expand our dopamine-inducing activities all the way into the ramen shop downtown!"

the team sweat dropped as she started shamelessly marching off to the gym's exit, dragging along kenma, who now had his nose buried in his game

"wait, y/n-san" nekomata stopped her. she froze mid step and slowly turned back around, sending the coach a nervous smile "yes?" she asked

"before you go, we need to discuss a few things for future tournaments" nekomata said "were gonna need some new tactics, so maybe you can suggest something?" he said

"hmm, i'll do some research later on" she hummed out

"but we're gonna be playing against fukurodani and nohebi then right?" shibayama chimed in "oooh~ i've never heard of this 'nohebi' you speak of" she cooed out in amusement

"i would've guessed" kuroo said "daisho's face would be enough to kill you, it's crazy!" he chuckled

y/n's eyes glimmered as she shook kenma's shoulders excitedly "seriously?!"

"no, and that was supposed to be a bad thing" kuroo chuckled, a fond smile resting on his lips as he watched her deflate at his words

"oh, i've got it!" she piped up "i know what we should do!" she smirked up at the team, her eyes basically sparkling as she looked at them as if she held all the answers in the world.

"let's just give up and die" she exclaimed

nekoma looked at her with blank smiles, nodding along as her confident smile never leaves her lips "let's not do that" nekomata butted in "instead, we need to practice more"

"so kenma, y/n.. since you two are going out anyways, go ahead and buy the team some snacks when you return"

while nodding enthusiastically, she practically bolted out of the gym, dragging kenma along by his collar like a cat

"y/n, let go of me" kenma grumbled as he struggled to play his game

she simply ignored him and took one of his hands anyway. she intertwined their fingers while she swings their arms back and forth

"i lost" kenma sighed in defeat as he pocketed his phone he looked down at their hands and smiled, letting her swing their arms around like a child while she sings some strange 'suicide song'

"are you sure you're supposed to be wandering around after what happened to you?" kenma asked "i mean, i didn't believe you at first about the mafia thing, but obviously you weren't lying.."

she chuckled and shook her head "oh please" she sneered "what do you expect is gonna happen? you really think they'd approach me in broad daylight-"

she cut herself off as she saw chuuya and akutagawa walking towards their direction

"nevermind. they are indeed approaching me in broad daylight"

kenma didn't react much, but his hand squeezed hers tighter and he ducked his head down in a way of hiding himself. y/n glanced worriedly at him before meeting eyes with chuuya

"kenma, is running from mafiosos perhaps listed in your bucket list?" she asked playfully

"no.. why-"

"well then cross that shit off because we're gonna need to run"

"i wanna go back" kenma panted out "all this running isn't good for my teenager body" he whined

"we ran like three blocks, kenma" she laughed softly

"thats too much" he pouted

they finally arrived at their initial destination, the ramen shop which they planned to eat at. "im so tired" kenma muttered as he rested his head on the table. while, across from him, y/n was sat, playing with the ends of his faux blond hair while she waits for their food to arrive

"ma'am, sir, here's your food!" the waitress announced as she stands before them, holding a tray of two ramens

"thank you, belladonna~" y/n cooed at her, making the girl giggle

"damn. didn't know girls like her were your type" kenma commented as he loudly slurps at his noodles. he narrowed his eyes at her, grumbling to himself while y/n unbotherdly eats her food

"well, i like all women kenma-kun" she said "but she, especially, looked like someone to agree on a double suicide"

"what about men." he asked

"it depends" she shrugged "for example, you would probably never say yes to a double suicide proposal.."

"but i bear with it because you're cute <3"

"oh okay."

a wave of comfortable silence washed over them as they continued eating, with y/n blurting out jokes here and then

"kenma-kun.." she suddenly piped up, her tone was guarded, almost as if she was on edge "yes..?" kenma answered back hesitantly

"it seems there's something inevitable in my agenda" she sighed

"huh? what is it?" kenma asked worriedly

she then stood up and smiled sheepishly at him "i gotta go to the bathroom!" she exclaimed. kenma deadpanned, though he sighed in relief as he watched her make her way to the comfort room

just as he was about to pull out his phone, somebody had cleared their throat. well, it was more like coughing for half a minute straight, but let's not get into that.

"so it's you." akutagawa muttered in a low tone

"um.. can i help you.." kenma muttered back nervously

he gulped as he fiddled with his twitching hands. it was no mistaking that the man dressed in all black was akutagawa himself. he's made quite a name for himself after appearing in quite a few news articles and headlines.

"i don't get what y/n-san sees in you" akutagawa scoffed

kenma furrowed his brows but didn't say anything back. his glare alone was enough to leave him shaking in displeasure and anxiety. kenma could feel akutagawa's hatred, anger, and jealousy practically eating at him.

"tch. first that wretched tiger, and now you. as far as my respect goes for her, this is just sad." akutagawa said with a scowl "her standards in subordinates and companions have gone down the drain." akutagawa sighed

kenma took in a breath of air and opened his mouth to speak. "um.. are you-"

"dont speak to me, you pest" akutagawa snarled at him "your existence is not only a disgrace to society, but your presence around me is displeasing and disgusts me to the core."

kenma didn't speak after that. why would he? this actual criminal just called him a pest and a disgrace, after all.

in all honesty, all kenma could think about was:

'what is with that vocabulary?'

"oh my, couldn't you tell this was the ladies bathroom?" she chuckled as she made eye contact with chuuya through the mirror "or were you too short to see the sign?" she teased

chuuya scoffed and locked the bathroom doors, making sure no one was inside and that no one could enter.

"what do you want, chuuya?" she asked, her bubbly smile dropping as she leaned back against the sink

"isn't it obvious?" chuuya replied

"no not really" she shrugged, laughing under her breath as she eyes him suggestively "is it because you wanna make out? go for a quickie? or-"

"SHUT UP! as if i'd wanna do that with you!" chuuya yelled at her

"oh please, you act as if i'd want to as well" she scoffed "the only thing i actually like about you is maybe your taste in shoes" she hummed

chuuya blinked dumbfoundedly at her words, as he looked down to inspect his shoes. "you think?" he muttered quietly

"just kidding, ofcourse" she sneered

"you-!" chuuya yelled in aggravation as he went in to kick her head, but sadly missed as she ducked down

"give it up" she sighed "just tell me what you want and let's leave each other be" she said

chuuya clicked his tongue and pulled out a back envelope sealed with wax. "boss wants to give you this." he said, handing her the envelope "said something about claiming back your place as executive"

she smiled in amusement as she inspected the paper. "is that so.." she trailed off. she turned around to turn the tap on, letting the water run as she placed the envelope under it, letting it soak and slowly break away.

"well, tell mori-san that i appreciate the welcoming invitation, but i'd have to say no" she said

chuuya's eye twitched at her answer, feeling himself feel dissatisfied and angered. "tch, what the hell, asshole?" chuuya exclaimed as he grabbed her by the collar of her nekoma uniform

"oya? is something wrong, chuuya?" she asked calmly

"why won't you come back?! you're gonna waste your damn life rotting away in that agency!" he exclaimed with gritted teeth "you'll have everything back in the mafia! why won't you come back!"

"we can be partners again!"

she didn't answer, but simply stood still, letting him crumple her shirt in his balled fists as he let out ragged breaths. the sound of the still running water filled the air.

"chuuya.."

she sighed and pried his hands off of her, turning around to turn off the faucet before facing him once again. "i joined the agency in accordance to a dear friend's advice." she said "i was told i'd find a my reason to keep living, and more so the path to clear my mind of evil and good."

"being with you again would most definitely be wonderful"

chuuya looked up at her, his throat drying up as he watched her take off a small golden star pin from her school tie. he didn't stop her as she started placing it on his coat. nor did he stop her when she placed a small kiss on the back of his hand.

"but maybe in another life, we could be partners once more" she chuckled

"that pin suits you" she said "it matches with your hair. keep it on, alright?"

it was all she said before walking off, opening the door and closing it behind her, leaving him alone with the faint sounds of dripping water. chuuya looked in the mirror, fiddling with the pin with his hands.

"tch. another life, my ass" he scowled, wiping off the tears that brimmed his eyes

"why the hell do i have to wait that long?"

as she stepped out of the comfort room, she walked back to the table she and kenma were sitting at, only to find him literally itching to run off. as kenma made eye contact with her, he immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door

"woah woah! calm your horses, pudding" she chuckled "what's wrong?"

"what's wrong is the fact that akutagawa came up to me and literally started degrading and insulting me???" he exclaimed

"what?" she asked with furrowed brows

"he was badmouthing me with really deep words and insults! like, i didn't even know what some of the words meant.." kenma grumbled "im so glad he left after like five minutes"

"also, what took you so long?" kenma asked her "i got caught up in a conversation with an old friend, that's all" she answered nonchalantly

"right.." kenma nodded, though he wasn't convinced. he took notice of her crinkled shirt and collar, as well as the lone pin that she always wears, which was now missing.

"y/n? can we just go back please?" kenma pleaded

"of course, kenma" she said with a smile "im sorry you had to deal with akutagawa-kun"

"its fine.. i just wanna go back" he said in a dismissive tone

the walk back to nekoma was quiet. they had stopped by a nearby gas station for some snacks to give to the boys, but other than that, no one really talked.

"im gonna ask kuroo something" kenma said before he walked off

she simply nodded with a raised brow as she watched the pudding head march up to his best friend

"y/n-senpai!" inouka called for her. shaking her head, she disregarded kenma and rushed over to the first years.

"kuroo, i need advice." kenma blurted out "oya oya? what kind of advice?" kuroo asked back

"the y/n kind" kenma groaned

"we went out to eat but at some point she went to the bathroom.." kenma started

"i asked her why she took so long, and she told me she talked to a friend. but im pretty sure it's that chuuya person"

kuroo crossed his arms as he looked at his friend questioningly "what makes you say that?" he asked

"we ran into him for a quick moment, then i saw the guy with him at the ramen shop" kenma answered vaguely

"well.. i dunno much about what happened but.." kuroo trailed off "i think theres really only one thing you could do" the bedhead captain said

"and that is?"

"confess your feelings, duh!" kuroo whisper shouted

"i-i don't have feelings for her!" kenma whisper shouted back

"you did not just say that, oh my fucking god" kuroo groaned out in aggravation "you're literally asking me for love advice because you got jealous over an old acquaintance of hers" kuroo deadpanned

"i never said i was jealous.." kenma muttered sheepishly "you don't need to say it, i could already tell" kuroo laughed at him "but seriously, kenma.." kuroo mused, a huge grin creeping up onto his lips as he slapped his hand on kenma's back

"go get your girl!"

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Us, May 3

You can buy a brand new copy of this issue without the mailing label for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Pregnant Meghan Markle: My Baby, My Way

Page 2: Red Carpet -- rufflemania -- Hollywood style stars are tier-ing it up in this flattering design with feminine flair -- Tracee Ellis Ross, Kaitlyn Dever, Margot Robbie, Logan Browning, Nicola Coughlan

Page 3: Lizzo, Maude Apatow, Lucy Boynton, Jessica Alba, Lily Collins

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Anya Taylor-Joy vs. Isla Fisher vs. Regina King in Stuart Weitzman Nudist sandal

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Shonda Rhimes on the intense backlash she received over Rege-Jean Page's exit from Bridgerton, Kelly Ripa on her most embarrassing interview, Luke Bryan on his mother LeClaire's Instagram fame, Blake Shelton on The Voice's new coach Ariana Grande, Reese Witherspoon joking about wearing bottoms that aren't sweatpants

Page 8: Contents

Page 10: A Final Farewell to Prince Philip, his four children Prince Charles and Princess Anne and Prince Andrew and Prince Edward were among the loved ones who participated in the emotional ceremony, feuding brothers Prince Harry and Prince William (and his wife Duchess Kate) put their differences aside after the intimate service, due to Covid-19 protocols the grieving Queen Elizabeth stayed socially distant from the other 29 people who attended the funeral for her husband of 73 years

Page 11: ACM Awards 2021 -- Maren Morris teamed up with her husband Ryan Hurd and won Female Artist of the Year, Thomas Rhett won Male Artist of the Year, Carrie Underwood took the stage

Page 12: Hot Pics -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley wore an orange coat during a visit to NYC, John Stamos plays a coach on the TV show Big Shot, Zach Braff goofed around on the set of Cheaper by the Dozen in L.A.

Page 13: Eva Longoria on her trampoline while aboard a yacht in Miami, Howie Mandel arrived to the set of America's Got Talent dressed as a bug in Pasadena

Page 14: Jon Hamm and his rescue dog Splash strolled around the neighborhood in L.A., Heidi Klum in all white in Pasadena, Sara Gilbert and Linda Perry take a stroll in L.A.

Page 15: Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes held hands after dinner at Il Segreto in L.A., Patrick Dempsey shot a scene for his show Devils in Rome

Page 16: Rachel Brosnahan in a blue dress and carrying a clear umbrella on the set of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel in NYC, Lin-Manuel Miranda at the opening of a vaccination center for Broadway workers in Times Square, Trisha Yearwood feeds one of her rescue pups

Page 18: Gen Z Has Spoken -- these celebs are making the young kids proud -- Baggy Jeans -- Hailey Bieber, Tracee Ellis Ross, Bella Hadid

Page 19: Middle Parts -- Busy Philipps, Lizzo, Jennifer Lopez, Kourtney Kardashian, baguette bags -- Dua Lipa, Elsa Hosk, Irina Shayk, Kendall Jenner

Page 20: Seeing Double -- stars bear a striking resemblance to their famous counterparts -- Elizabeth Banks and Chelsea Handler, Emmanuelle Chriqui and Nina Dobrev, Betty Gilpin and Jodie Comer

Page 21: Rob Lowe and Ian Somerhalder, Jaime Pressly and Margot Robbie, Isla Fisher and Amy Adams, Rupert Grint and Ed Sheeran, Kyle Richards and Kacey Musgraves

Page 22: Clueless Crew -- stars are totally buggin' over Cher Horowitz's style in yellow plaid -- Robin Roberts on Good Morning America, Katie Holmes was rollin' with her homie beau Emilio Vitolo Jr. in NYC, Vanessa Hudgens, Dianna Agron

Page 23: Gabrielle Union

Page 24: Stars They're Not Like Us -- Jay Leno took one of his vintage automobiles out for a spin in L.A., Chrissy Teigen and John Legend took a selfie with a fan while grocery shopping in Beverly Hills, Kylie Jenner has custom vending machines

Page 25: Carrie Underwood in her massive walk-in closet, Denzel Washington signs autographs for fans in NYC, Megan Thee Stallion on a private plane, Drake and his bodyguard in Beverly Hills

Page 26: Stars They're Just Like Us -- Sarah Jessica Parker catches a yellow cab after working at her shoe store in NYC, Brad Paisley picked up five pizzas to go in Montecito

Page 27: Kelly Osbourne handed out goods at a drive-thru food distribution event at the Islamic Center of Southern California, HGTV's Egypt Sherrod transformed her closet into a meditation space in Atlanta, in between filming Law & Order: SVU's Mariska Hargitay and Ice-T take a selfie

Page 28: Hollywood Dads -- Scott Porter on parenting his two kids McCoy and Clover

Page 29: Jonathan Tucker on life with twins Hayes and India, parenthood is a lot tougher than Jovi Dufren imagined, Maksim Chmerkovskiy can't wait to show son Shai his work

Page 30: Love Lives -- Rihanna and A$AP Rocky are showing no signs of slowing down -- the pair enjoyed a night out in L.A. hotspot Delilah where they were holding hands and laughing and they're not hiding the fact that they're dating but they just don't want people in their business -- they're a good match and are each other's best friend

Page 31: Justin Bieber and Hailey Bieber may look like the picture-perfect couple, but Justin admits that their first year of marriage wasn't what he expected, saying it was really tough and there was just a lack of trust and he blamed the strain on his own personal struggles and said before he didn't have someone to love or someone to pour into but now, more than two years after exchanging vows with Hailey, he has that

* Kacey Musgraves' romance with Dr. Gerald Onuoha is giving her butterflies -- the pair are so happy they found each other and while Kacey, who split from her husband Ruston Kelly last summer, is trying not to get too ahead of herself, her connection to the Nashville-based doc is off the charts and it's got the potential to go a very long way

* Today's Savannah Guthrie is thankful to have husband Michael Feldman in her life, especially given the demands of her early morning work schedule

Page 32: Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker are getting serious -- all the details on their whirlwind romance

Page 33: Adapting to parenthood has been a breeze for Emma Stone and she's soaking in all the precious moments of being a mom for the first time -- she and husband Dave McCary welcomed their baby daughter in March and Emma is super protective and a very hands-on mom and Dave is also hands-on and helps with their daughter -- thanks to the little one, Emma's marriage with the comedian has also gotten stronger and having a baby has brought them closer in a way they never expected -- Emma is looking forward to getting back to work; she's taken this time off to embrace motherhood and her number one priority is to raise a healthy baby so that's what she's focused on right now

* Britney Spears is setting the record straight -- despite her ongoing conservatorship battle with her dad, Jamie Spears, she is doing totally fine, assuring fans that she's extremely happy and she has a beautiful home, beautiful children and she's taking a break right now because she's enjoying herself -- although the legal drama with her father is heating up, Britney is staying strong and she has this wonderful ability to see the positive even when the odds are against her

* Keeping Up With Us -- production for the Downton Abbey sequel is underway, Mossimo Giannulli is a free man, Chrissy Teigen returned to Twitter 23 days after announcing that she was leaving the platform, Vanessa Bryant remembered her late husband Kobe Bryant on what would have been their 20th wedding anniversary, Helen McCrory lost her battle with cancer at age 52 according to her husband Damian Lewis

Page 34: A Day in My Life -- Whitney Port

Page 35: Colton Underwood is ready to live his truth -- during an interview on Good Morning America, the former Bachelor came out as gay, saying he's run from himself for a long time and he came to terms with his sexuality earlier this year and he's the happiest and healthiest he's ever been -- now that he feels like he can finally breathe, Colton is excited for his next chapter, which fans will get to see on an upcoming reality show with Olympian Gus Kenworthy -- a huge weight has been lifted off of Colton's shoulders and he is looking forward to being his authentic self

Page 36: Moms Tell All -- Happy Mother's Day! From milestones and manners to rules and nanny-bans, celebs and insiders talk about raising kids in Hollywood

Page 37: Bindi Irwin says life at home with her daughter Grace Warrior has been positively blissful and her family with dad Chandler Powell is so full of love, adding that the newborn has already met some of the wildlife at the Australia Zoo where Bindi and Chandler live and work and of course she's seen some crocs and really lit up when she saw them -- while the Aussie conservationist is sad Grace won't get to meet her late dad Steve Irwin, Bindi's brother Robert Irwin and mom Terri Irwin have been by her side constantly and Robert is obsessed with Grace and has been helping out so much and her mom has been the biggest guiding light and she's already taught Bindi so much about being a mother, both in how she raised her and by showing her things day by day and Terri is quite the baby whisperer and she's so great a calming Grace down when she's crying -- first-time father Chandler is also a natural with Grace and he's been the most supportive and involved dad and together, he and Bindi make such a great team -- for now, Bindi, who stars with Chandler in Crikey! It's a Baby!, is hoping Grace will follow in her animal-activist footsteps, saying having three generations of strong women working as conservationists is a dream come true

* Jennifer Garner said teaching your kids is a lifelong job, and certainly values are something you have to show them -- Jennifer, who shares kids Violet, Seraphina and Samuel with ex Ben Affleck, is staying true to her word and has led by example when it comes to things like kindness and patience and she won't let anyone in the house to judge or speak ill of people, and she enforces the same wholesome, traditional values that she was raised with and the kids have been taught to be loving, hardworking and fair -- Jennifer has always taken a kids-come-first approach to parenting, and it shows as they bake together, enjoy movie nights, read books and have very active lives and it's a very healthy, happy household filled with laughter and love

Page 38: Gwen Stefani has her hands full with her sons Kingston, Zuma and Apollo with ex-husband Gavin Rossdale, but she wouldn't want it any other way -- Gwen's a tomboy, so having three boys wasn't daunting for her at all, plus she has fiance Blake Shelton by her side to pitch in with parenting duties and Gwen and the boys have a blast at Blake's ranch in Oklahoma where they enjoy riding their ATVs, and they play baseball and football -- it's not all fun and games, though because Gwen is big on boundaries and manners and she doesn't want to raise Hollywood brats and it's important to her that her sons be gentlemen

* Meghan Markle's pregnancy with Archie was no walk in the park, as she revealed during her bombshell TV interview with husband Prince Harry, the couple had concerns over whether or not the royal family would provide security for their son and claimed there were conversations about his skin color -- but this time around, as Meghan and Harry gear up for baby No. 2 at home in L.A., she's doing everything her way, without the royals and Meghan and Harry feel blessed that they're able to raise their daughter in the U.S. and can live by their own rules and make the decisions they feel are best for their children; having independence is the most important thing for Meghan and she's got free rein to be exactly the kind of mom she wants to be -- her parenting style is really like most mothers out there, and she's been craving pasta and doing yoga two times a day as her due date nears and she keeps a lot of art supplies out to foster creativity and healthy snacks around and she's a devoted mom and wants the best for her kids

Page 39: Kate Hudson has a lot on her plate, so the mom of three, who shares son Ryder with former husband Chris Robinson and son Bingham with ex Matt Bellamy and daughter Rani with boyfriend Danny Fujikawa, knows when to put her foot down as things can get a little overwhelming at times for Kate, but when she says no, it absolutely means no, and the kids respect her very much because of that

* Gigi Hadid, who shares daughter Khai with boyfriend Zayn Malik, wants to spend every waking moment with her precious little girl -- Gigi could easily afford to employ a team of nannies but chooses not to and she prefers to do everything herself and besides, she can't bear to be away from Khai for more than a few hours

* Candace Cameron Bure's three grown kids are flying the coop, but she's still super involved in their lives, despite slowly becoming an empty nester -- the mom of Natasha, Lev, and Maksim with former hockey player Valeri Bure says it's been a very transitional time and she's been trying to help them make decisions they feel good about and it's challenging, but they're figuring it out

Page 40: Oh, Baby! Meghan Markle's due date is just around the corner, and here are all the details

* Bump Brigade -- Halsey, Gal Gadot, Shawn Johnson East

Page 42: 10 Years of the Cambridges -- a look back at Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton's solid marriage for their anniversary

Page 44: Jennifer Lopez and Alex Rodriguez: What Really Happened -- cheating and lies? The truth behind J.Lo's split from fiance A-Rod

Page 45: Friendliest Exes -- these former couples managed to stay close after going their separate ways -- Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin, Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux, Orlando Bloom and Miranda Kerr, Demi Moore and Bruce Willis, Lisa Bonet and Lenny Kravitz

Page 48: Gifts for Mother's Day

Page 54: Entertainment -- Ben Barnes on Shadow and Bone

Page 58: Fashion Police -- the most daring Oscars looks -- Bjork, Whoopi Goldberg, Charlize Theron

Page 59: Rachel Weisz, Gwyneth Paltrow, Lady Gaga

Page 60: 25 Things You Don't Know About Me -- Julia Michaels

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THEATRE LOVE — 엔하

[ two. meet up (cool kids pt. 2) ]

After Rielle and Zidane waited 15 minutes for the other boys. It is now 6:45 and they're now waiting for their dinner since they already ordered before the other boys even got there.

"No way really?" Miguel laughed at Zidane's flustered expression because of Cassie.

"Dude he was all smiley when my cousin talked to her it was embarrassing" Rielle looked at Zidane then stopped.

"Alright let's just wait for the food" Jiro said as he took his phone. Kaizen then took his booklet from his bag.

"Really? Even here Kai? What are you even writing about" Kaizen looked at Kaija then placed back his booklet.

After a few minutes, the food finally arrived and they ate peacefully.

"I'm so full but i still want to eat something" Rielle held his now full stomach then caressed it.

"You're always like that, there's nothing new" Zidane then requested for them to look for a bake shop around the mall.

While the boys look around finding a bake shop.

Keira, Cassie and Sereia finished their shopping spree already.

Keira already bought her wanted stationary supplies and stickers, and Sereia already bough a pair of new shoes as well as a tank top and some jeans.

Since they finished faster than they expected, they agreed to look around the mall trying to find a place to spend some free time.

The three girls went to a clothing store instead because the cool clothes caught their attention. While looking around, Cassie noticed a tall guy with a black jacket.

"Isn't that Zidane?" Cassie patted Sereia at her shoulder then pointed at the tall guy.

"Oh no, I dont want to see my brother right now he might tell mom i spent money on clothes again." Sereia hid behind a clothing rack.

Before the girls can even leave Rielle already saw them.

"Ew why are you here?" Rielle saw Keira then they did their handshake thing.

"You're not the only one who can go out Rie" Zidane stood frozen when he saw Cassie.

"Anyways, these are mah boys. Jiro, Kaija, Rico and Kaizen, guys meet Sereia and Keira. I'm sure y'all know my cousin already" They shook hands as Rielle introduced them to one another.

"Didn't all of us already went out together?" Jiro asked Rielle.

"Yes, but Kaizen and Keira weren't there" Rielle looked at the two with a grin.

"No rie, we don't know each other"

"I didn't say you are" Rielle laughed at the shy reaction the two gave.

"Well nice to meet you guys but we have to go home now" Jiro stated then hugged the girls as the others followed his lead.

"See you at school, i'll ride with Reia" Miguel shook hands with the boys then left with his sister, Sereia.

All said goodbye and promised to see each other at school.

𖥔 ˑ ֗ ʚɞ this is a part 2 for the cool kids chapter, also its hard finding a way to connect events and all im srry for this though im trying my best to make this series good for you guys <33

NOTE; as i promised i'll update 3 chapters today since i'll be busy tmrw. i'll try to update tmrw after my class ends and as always, lmk if you want to be on my taglist !

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FRIENDS FOR A DAY (2)

pair: yeonjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2654

parts: 1 | 2

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It had been a long time since Yeonjun felt like this. Sometimes life in general had become too much to bear and the things that used to make him happy weren't working for him anymore. Times spent alone slowly became more frequent for him than times he'd spent with his friends.

He'd skipped the first day, not wanting to go back to that routine life just yet. And towards the start of the day, he would never have imagined meeting you and getting to spend the day doing things that strayed far from any of the schedules he'd previously planned. A breath of fresh air was what he liked to call it, and he had you to thank for that.

Unlike him, everything was new to you; a new city, a new school, new people, and a whole new life ahead. Yeonjun felt a little envious after realizing it when you'd talked more about yourselves during lunch, but after seeing how you seemed to enjoy every single second of your little sight seeing endeavor, he thought that maybe he could also be a part of something new in your life.

Best friends.

You had agreed to be his best friend from today onwards; the pendant around your neck serving as proof. Yeonjun finds his hand wandering over to his pocket, holding on to his old necklace.

Half of a star. He'd bought it a few years back. The necklace had a similar purpose with the one he was wearing now— meant to be worn separately by two different people. In his case, he had bought it as a whole and had decided to keep one half of it still in its case, stashed inside his closet. His reasons for purchasing it never really felt clear even to him but he also wouldn't call it an impulsive decision. Yeonjun liked to think that he'd be able to find a use for it in the future.

"Yeonjun." You call for his attention, pointing at the posters plastered on a random shop's wall. "It says that the annual carnival will be opening tonight. Wanna go?"

Yeonjun grins. Opportunities somehow kept showing up right in front of his doorstep. "Yeah, only if you want to though. Afterall, I'm only the tour guide for today."

"Shut up." You hold back a smile. "Have you been there before?"

Yeonjun repeats the question in his mind. As someone one would consider pretty popular, you'd expect him to be no stranger in hanging out at fun places like an annual carnival, but that's just it. Yeonjun had never visited that Carnival once ever since it opened. His friends had asked him to tag along but something about it just never seemed to make him want to.

"No." Yeonjun answers, scratching the back of his head. "If we end up going then this would be my first time too." The first time he'd actually wanted to go.

"I guess we're going then." You grin and Yeonjun finds himself smiling back. "It says here that the Carnival's just around the corner so it'd probably be okay if we just walked there."

"Yeah."

The two of you make your way to the Carnival. You still had a good amount of time left before it opened so a few quick stops at some stalls along the way didn't do any harm.

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In all honesty, Yeonjun didn't even know when and how he'd ended up holding your hand, laughing his heart off by the time you arrived at the entrance but it all just happened somehow. Was it the when your ice cream cone almost landed straight on his shoe earlier? Or when his hand nearly hit you square in the face when he noticed a bug flying towards you? It could've even been when a group of old ladies started hitting on him at the handbag boutique and all you did was stand there shaking, wanting to laugh your ass off.

No matter what the reason was, he liked this. Somehow, it just felt right.

The two of you pay for the tickets before heading inside. The place was larger than any of you had ever expected, cleaner too. People of all ages were enjoying their carnival experience to the fullest. Children were running around with their guardians following closely behind, couples and groups of friends chatting along and taking pictures— Yeonjun could swear he saw two old men arguing over who gets to take a picture with the mascot first.

"So, which ride do you wanna go on first?" You ask, turning to him.

"Well, how about that one." Yeonjun points at the viking and you feel yourself getting more and more excited.

"NICE—" Before Yeonjun knew it, you were dragging him around to every single ride at the carnival.

You liked to keep count of everytime Yeonjun freaked out while you went on the rides, and Yeonjun liked to do the same. Despite the thrill of being at a carnival keeping you hyped up, there were a few times when you had overestimated your tolerance with being thrown around. Yeonjun nearly puked twice: once at the twister, and a second time on the rollercoaster. Even you were almost a victim by the rollercoaster's loops.

Yeonjun had claimed he was an expert at navigating haunted house attractions, stating, "I've been watching horror movies all my life. Nothing scares me at this point, tbh." True enough, nothing scared Yeonjun except every single ominous decoration and jump scares the haunted house threw at him. You weren't too fond of horror yourself, but you ended up trying to be the brave one after Yeonjun basically clung to you half of the time. It didn't help whenever you freaked out since you ended up losing Yeonjun after he not so subtly abandons you at the slightest suspicious sound. It was a miracle you made it out in one piece.

"Yeah, so, uh, sorry about that." Yeonjun laughs it off the moment you two got out.

"Sure but you should know that I'm never gonna let you live it down." You tell him, smiling widely as you hold up the photos you received from one of the staff. "I got evidence."

Yeonjun snatches the photos from your hands. "Bold of you to assume these'll affect me— oh." It definitely did.

You watch as he slips the photos inside his jacket as if it wasn't obvious enough that he was trying to hide it from you. "Nice try but," You take out another batch of photos and wave it around. "Boom. Two copies."

"Wow, okay."

The two of you ended up laughing at each other before you suggest in trying out the stalls. They say time flies by fast when you're having fun and they couldn't be more right. There had been an unspoken competition between you and Yeonjun of who can win the most prizes and let's just say you weren't about to let yourself lose. By the time you got tired, you had a total of three plushies and a bunch of candy bars stuffed in your pockets and well, Yeonjun had the exact amount of prizes you had.

"Fine. It's a draw for now but only because I'm tired." Yeonjun holds the plushies tighter. "We should really get a bag for this. I wonder if we can get a huge plastic bag somewhere."

"Nah, we can just put em in here." You take off your back pack, opening it wide. "I'm sure it can fit all six of them. They're small enough." You were lucky that they did, finally leaving your hands free.

"Wait." Yeonjun pauses after putting the last of his plushies inside. "How can I be sure you won't just take my plushies for yourself after we leave? I'm pretty easy to distract so—"

"If you forget to get them back then I'll just hand them to you tomorrow at school. You go to HSU too, right?" You tell him.

"Yeah, but how will you contact me?"

"Obviously, we exchange numbers."

Yeonjun blinks. Of course that'd be the simplest solution but still. He'd been talking about staying as friends even after all this but the thought of exchanging numbers hadn't really crossed his mind. He takes out his phone and the two of you quickly added each other as contacts, somehow feeling a bit closer after the exchange.

"While we're at it—" Yeonjun pulls you in closer as he bends down. Only now that you've felt Yeonjun's warmth close to you have you noticed how cold it actually was outside . It takes you a few seconds to register that he wants to take a few selfies.

You bust out a smile and tried to go along with whatever weird faces and poses he did. "Send them to me later." You say after examining the photos. There's one where Yeonjun mimicked a kissing motion near your cheek, making you smile. Who would've expected you two were total strangers up until a few hours ago.

"Got room for one last ride?" Yeonjun asks as you return his phone.

"Yeah, sure. Which one?"

"Don't ask as if you don't know. I'm pretty sure you left this one out on purpose."

Perhaps unconsciously, you did. In every single movie that involved the two characters going to a carnival, for some reason, they always left the Ferris Wheel for last. It's not like you wanted something grand to happen when you ride it, but more like you just wanted to get a good view of the entire carnival before leaving. It seemed like the perfect final attraction.

Yeonjun notices how you've gone quiet and decided to hold your hand, pulling you along. "Let's go before the place closes."

"Okay." You look up at him, nodding.

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The Ferris Wheel ride wasn't all you had expected it to be. It looked pretty slow in the movies but right now? You were about to puke.

"Yeonjun, wait." You hold on to Yeonjun who was sitting opposite to you.

The Ferris Wheel was going too fast to your liking and you started feeling dizzy. Getting a good view of the carnival seemed impossible at this point and looking at your partner made you even more miserable.

Yeonjun was having the time of his life. He loved the feeling in his stomach whenever the ride went down, and the fact that you were lowkey suffering right in front of him made him laugh even harder.

The speed went on for a few more rounds until it finally slows down. Your heart and probably everything else stilled once the ride came to a complete stop just as your car reached the top. "Thank God. I felt like I was going to die."

"Well, you're safe for now." Yeonjun grins, leaning back in his heat. "You wanted to enjoy the view, right? We'll be stuck here for probably about a minute or two so enjoy it while it lasts."

"Yeah." You smile back, looking outside the window.

The winds were colder up there, reminding you of how warm it felt when you stood close to Yeonjun earlier. Yeonjun catches you warming yourself up with your hands and chuckles. He takes off his jacket and hands it over to you. "Here, put this on."

"Thanks." You quickly put his jacket on. Usually you'd go for the polite route and turn him down but if you were going to continue this friendship business then you weren't about to suffer in the cold when the dude's practically handing you a solution.

Yeonjun gives you a little smile before you continue to admire the view. Down there, the lights almost looked like a sea of stars. The music around the place didn't really help set the mood but somehow, the mixture of it along with the laughter and delightful screams of the other visitors made it feel right. After everything that happened today, you felt like it was the right decision to end the day with this breathtaking sight.

And Yeonjun couldn't agree more. The lights below reflected in your eyes in a way that made the atmosphere lighter. He could tell you were happy and right now, that seemed to be enough for him.

The Ferris Wheel began moving. Yeonjun snickers as he felt you grab for his hand, worried that the ride might throw you off once more, but it didn't. The way down was slow, allowing you to enjoy the ride in peace. Your pendant started to shine, reflecting the lights. It reminded him of everything that happened, from the moment you two met and agreed on a friendship that would last for only a day, up until now where he held your hand on the Ferris Wheel after deciding to be friends for real this time. The pendant became the sole proof of that friendship and Yeonjun couldn't help but wonder if the ones he bought a few years back would truly be of any use in the future. But what would it symbolize for? Who knows, he might just give you the other half.

Your car comes to a stop and the doors open. The realization that the day has officially come to an end left you feeling disappointed. Yeonjun squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. He gestures for the two of you to get up and you do, finally stepping back on the ground.

Both you and Yeonjun felt that the way back to the entrance was too fast. It really did seem like the two of you wouldn't see each other again despite the fact you went to the same university. The thought felt silly but that's just how the carnival experience gets to you.

"I guess this is it." Yeonjun speaks up first. "You live pretty far from here, right? I can take you home if you want."

"It's okay. My cousin lives nearby and I texted her earlier that I'd be staying over." You tell him, not wanting him to worry. "How about you? Will you be alright on your own?"

"Yeah, definitely." Yeonjun reassures, holding up his hands. "Oh, and by the way. Is it okay if I leave the plushies on your bag for now? I can't exactly carry them on the way back. If it's ok with you."

"Don't worry. You can just take them back tomorrow." You grin and Yeonjun smiles back. "Also, I'm keeping your jacket for now. I'll return it after I clean it up."

"I can work with that." He shouldn't feel this happy but he did. In a way, he was able to find an excuse to meet up with you tomorrow without things getting awkward. Maybe this friendship could work out afterall.

"Thanks for today. Honestly, this was the most fun I've had ever since I got here." You say, taking one last look at him.

I should be the one to thank you. "You know, I have a lot of things I wanna say to you right now but I think I'm gonna wait until I feel like it."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I'll text you later." Yeonjun gives you a quick pat on the shoulder before running off to the opposite direction. "See you at school! And don't forget to bring the kids!"

You raise a brow. Did he just refer to the plushies as his kids?

He felt dumb, running away from you. The longer he stayed, the more he had trouble leaving, which was new for him. It's been a while since he actually found someone he'd like to hang out with and he was having trouble controlling his excitement. Soon, you'd be able to visit each other's houses, hang out more freely, talk about your days as if it were nothing, and get to know each other more. Honestly speaking, Yeonjun couldn't wait for that day to come but I guess he'll just have to start with tomorrow.

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Request scenario : na jaemin and (y/n) bff since they're smol and grew up together, now at high school when (y/n) meets a guy (can be one of the dreamies) who likes her, jaemin gets jealous bcs the guy is literally stealing her away, thankies♡ I luv u and ur writing so much author nim♡♡♡

Open Your Eyes

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I hope you like it

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Genre: Angsty?

Word count: 2 401

Summary: Being in love with your best friend becomes obvious once there’s a reason for jealousy.

Jaemin gave me a confused look as I skipped towards where my bike was parked outside the apartment complex and giggled as I approached him with it at my side. A judging look crossed his face as I the sound resonated from my throat, causing it to become even louder. He sighed, fighting the smile willing to appear on his face.

“What are you so happy about? Please, give me my normal friend back.” We climbed onto our bikes and started biking towards our local high school. He received my explanation all the while, listening and scoffing at the reason behind my giddiness. “So you’re reacting like this because someone new is joining our year? I knew you liked meeting new people but wow, not to this extent.” I shook my head at his teasing comments, knowing he meant nothing by it.

“From what I hear, he’ll be in my English and history classes, and I’ll do everything in my power to make him feel welcome. You know new students more often than not have a hard time adapting to school life with new people, especially when transferring in the middle of a semester.” He nodded, acknowledging the fact but not fighting the small pout that soon appeared on his face.

“Yeah, but someone else can do that, we were supposed to eat out at the bleachers today, and then you said you’d watch me practice my dancing after school.” The whiney tone grew with every word and I giggled at his behaviour.

“He can join us can’t he? If I’m not incorrect, I’ve snapped up that he dances as well so maybe you two can exchange tips or something. I’m not trusting someone else with the important task of making someone else feel welcome.” I caught the huff which left Jaemin’s lips but no more arguments followed it, and so we biked the rest of the way in peace.

We parted ways with a hug once we reached the school, him having to attend his science class and I, my English class.

There was already a boy talking to the teacher when I arrived, seemingly settling details such as the coursebook and what he already knew from his last school. He was clad in a slightly oversized hoodie with a pair of black jeans. I waited until they were done before approaching the desk with a smile. Ms, Williams had a knowing look in her eyes, silently thanking me for what she knew I was about to offer.

“Ms, Williams! Knowing how difficult it is to find students who have the time and want to introduce a new student to the school, I’m more than happy to shoulder the responsibility.” Ms, Williams’ smile grew as I finished my sentence and she instantly agreed, finding the idea to be exceptional. She encouraged the new student to connect with me today and suggested being seatmates in her class, knowing that might spur some conversation during the practical half of the class. With that said, I threw the new student a smile, relieved to see that he was already smiling back at me, seemingly not having anything against spending some time with me.

As we sat down, I introduced myself and found out that his name was Jeno in the process. His smile was so bright that his eyes were almost impossible to spot and just the sight of it caused another smile to appear on my lips. During the class, I spent most of the time explaining what we had been going over the past couple of weeks and later helped him as much as I could with the practical exercises. The entire ordeal was filled with laughter and jokes and I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this close to someone this quick before. Well, except for Jaemin.

Just before bidding each other goodbye I asked whether or not he’d the willing to join me and Jaemin for lunch later on. He shone up as soon as my enquiry registered and accepted with immense energy. Then he thanked me for giving him something to look forward to before being on his way to geography class.

The rest of the morning, I had a difficult time concentrating on what the teachers said, math had never come easy to me either way and hence, not concentrating did not make the challenge smaller. All I could think about was whether or not Jaemin would click with Jeno just as much as I did. He usually got along with everybody, so it shouldn’t be that much of an issue, but for some reason, I had a bad feeling at the bottom of my belly.

Jaemin met me outside the classroom and accompanied me to the cafeteria where we fetched our food. I didn’t get responses that was satisfactory while describing my encounter with Jeno. This only resulted in my bad feeling becoming worse and I threw a glare his way.

“Dude, you haven’t even met him, give him a chance before adapting that whiney personality you so regularly seem to display.” I accepted my food with gratitude and turned to him, stopping in the doorway to wait for Jeno to join us.

“He’s just a guy, no need to put him on such a pedestal.” I rolled my eyes as Jaemin sourly popped a potato tot into his mouth.

“Just you wait, you’ll like him, you like everybody, you don’t have it in you to dislike someone once you’ve met them, no matter how much you might want to.” He scoffed at me before stealing one of my fries. “Hey, you have your own food!” I exclaimed and laughed, moving my tray of food away from him.

“You took the last fries though!” He tried snatching yet another one but I smacked his hand away, causing him to retrieve it in fake shock. “Oh, now you’ve done it!” My shrieks caused many faces to turn our way as Jaemin’s finger found its way to my side, resulting in me crumbling in fits of laughter and screams, desperately trying to stabilize my tray of food in my arms while avoiding his attacks like the plague.

The ruckus ended only when someone cleared their throat beside us.

“Jeno!” I exclaimed, giving him a smile in return of the one he displayed on his face. “Jeno, this is my best friend Jaemin. Nana, this is Jeno.” Jeno extended his hand for a greeting which Jaemin accepted, albeit unwillingly. I bumped his shoulder, shooting him a meaningful look, telling him to be nice. With a small roll of his eyes, he turned his frown into a smile, putting in an effort to engage in some kind of conversation with Jeno. Satisfied with the current course of events, I started walking towards the bleachers, the boys behind me having a conversation regarding some new video game I wasn’t familiar with.

I sat down on one of the cold, metal benches outside, with Jaemin taking a seat next to me and Jeno on the bench further down in front of me, turned the wrong way around in order to exert some social sense. He joined in my and Jaemin’s talk about his upcoming dance recital which turned into me investigating his own dance story and what style he prefered. I could feel Jaemin’s eyes burning into the side of my face but did my best to ignore it, more surprised than anything as to why he wasn’t happy to talk about his biggest interest.

I asked Jeno if he could show us some moves, which he declined, explaining that he needed to warm up if he was to do any move justice. I heard Jaemin scoff at this and glanced at him, seeing him with his eyes turned to his food which he was just poking around at with his fork. Jeno’s smile faltered slightly but he continued socializing happily, not letting Jaemin’s rude behaviour get him down.

“You could show me another time then! We have many dance rooms at the school due to it being an extracurricular activity.”

“That’s a good idea! I might need to buy new dancing shoes though, but I think I have the time to do that today after school. I need to check out this city anyway.” He took a bite of his food.

“If you want, I could accompany you and show you around. Wouldn’t want you getting lost.” All he could do was laugh at my joke, and nodded to accept my request.

“Y/N… You said you’d watch me dance after school.” I turned my attention to Jaemin and my heart broke slightly at the sad expression on his face, a small pout adorning his lips.

“Ah… Yes, I forgot about that. Can we postpone it? I mean, I’ve watched you dance so many times, it’s not like I’m missing anything, right?” His eyes shifted down to his food and a small “Yes” left his lips, leaving me feeling incredibly guilty. Before we could continue the conversation, the bell went off, alerting us of the end of lunch.

The shoe shopping had been quite enjoyable, especially since it had been followed by a cup of coffee at my favourite café as well as a visit to the bookstore and the game store, indulging in one interest each. We then bid each other goodbye at the bus stop as we were going in different directions and hence, catching different busses. We also decided to meet up earlier at the school library the next day as he needed some help with the History material he had gotten from their history teacher.

That’s where I was when my phone started ringing on the table beside me. I realised my mistake when I noticed the caller ID and answered it with a timid “hello”.

“Y/N, where are you, I’ve been waiting outside your place for ten minutes now and you’re never late.” The guilt instantly took hold of me.

“I am so sorry, Nana. I forgot to let you know that I was going to school earlier today. I’m helping Jeno with some school work.” I heard him suppress a groan.

“You’re with Jeno?”

“Yeah, he needed-”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll see you later.” Then he hung up. I looked at the phone, feeling a lump in my belly at the thought of having hurt my best friend. My best friend whom I’ve tried suppressing my feelings for the last couple of years. My best friend who’s never left my side and always prioritised me, even over himself. which I’ve scolded him for on several occasions. I knew my own faulty traits, one of them being focusing all my energy on one event or one person and hence forgetting everything else around me. I can’t believe I let it affect Jaemin like this.

“You okay?” Jeno asked carefully, giving me a sympathetic look. I nodded slightly.

“Yeah! Yeah, let’s finish this before our classes start shall we.” I received another nod and we continued in silence, only talking when he had a question.

I didn’t see Jaemin until lunch, which he was spending alone by a table in the corner of the cafeteria, earphones in and ignoring the world around him. I fetched my food and sat down in front of him. He glanced up at me before removing his earphones with a sigh and putting them in his pocket.

“Nana, I really am sorry.”

“It’s fine, who am I to decide who you can and can’t hang out with.” He didn’t look at me as he said it and every word had been dipped in bitterness. A small sigh left my lips, trying to think of how I could fix this.

“You have dance practice this afternoon as well, right?” He nodded and continued eating. “I’ll join you then and you can show me what you’ve been working on!” I attempted to smile at him but it fell as quickly as I’d manage to conjure it.

“I can dance alone, you go spend time with Jeno.” Then he left to leave his now empty tray, leaving me alone at the table.

I decided to show up anyway. Maybe my stubborn personality would manage to win him over. I was not going to let this fight pull us apart, we had too many years of friendship under our belt for that.

He was warming up when I arrived at the dance studio, stretching down to reach his toes, which he didn’t succeed with but was satisfied with either way. He noticed me in the mirror as he stood to his full length again, cocking one eyebrow as to enquire the reason behind my presence.

“I thought I said I’d be fine on my own.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to watch you dance, you know how much I love seeing you do what you love.” He scoffed slightly, however, with less resentment than before.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be with your new bestie?” This time, it was my turn to scoff and roll my eyes.

“You know that I’m allowed to have more friends than you right? I know I screwed up and I apologized for it, no need to be mean about it.”

“Of course you’re allowed to have friends, I just wish it didn’t rub the fact that that’s exactly what I am in my face.” He kept his eyes on the mirror, as he stretched his arms.

“What? What are you talking about Nana?” An unbelievable laugh left his lips and he turned to me.

“Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend. I never wanted to be just your friend.” My brain did not make the connection as fast as I would’ve liked.

“So, what? You don’t want to hang out with me anymore?” Another laugh and he shook his head at me.

“I really need to force your eyes open, huh?” The confusion written on my face caused him to approach me, stopping only inches away from me. “Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend, I want to be your boyfriend.” My breath hitched in my throat. He glanced down to my lips. “Would a kiss be inappropriate or would it be an action ending on a happy note?”

Instead of answering him, I cradled his face and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss.

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