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adventuringblind · 2 months

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White Clover

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: Childhood crushes are normal. Max has been racing for a while now, he's a world champion, it's only natural they would look up to him. It wasn't supposed to go this far...

Warnings: Hanahaki disease, authors limited knowledge of flower language, sickness, Oscar and Reader literally deteriorating, blood,

Notes: One of my favorite tropes! I hope le requester likes it! Hoping to get some loscar comfort out soon!

Side Note: Reader drives for Aston Martin in place of Lance

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It really doesn't make sense in her head. Every time she tries to rationalize it, the answers come up even more ridiculous then the last.

It's always been her and Oscar, Chasing their dream together. It was meant to be, it had to be destiny with the way the two of them fit together so naturally.

Then Max Verstappen happened. A supposed childhood crush. Then a hero they looked up to. Then a rival in their sport. It was supposed to end with that.

Her and Oscar and their weird fascination with Max Verstappen.

Then there was a shift. Suddenly Max was acknowledging their existence. He was talking to them, giving them pointers, including them in the usual playful Max like banter. Their mutually discussed respect for Max turned into a full blown crush.

Not a small crush either. The kind that has them both fumbling around him.

Lando is no help either. He picks up on it immediately. Teases them about it relentlessly.

They are sitting in Oscar's driver room when it happens. The first of many coughing fits as Lando is trying to cheer them up. Because Max is with Kelly; It would never work. They don't even know if he would be into it.

She starts it. Hacking up a storm and Lando and Oscar trying to get her to take water. Oscar starts up a minute later.

The cough up white clovers. Small ones, but a handful.

Lando looks at them sympathetically. All three to in shock to say anything.

"There is no way this is real, right?"

~~~~~~

It is, in fact, very real. The tiny white clovers continue for about a month. Frequently enough that when their helmets come off, they tumble onto the ground.

Being around max makes it better. The ache in their chests lessens enough to breath deeply again.

Then it switched on them. Gone were the little white clovers. Now there were bigger pink camellias. A longing for Max that they didn't know they had.

They lay in bed for most of the winter break. The toll this stupid disease is having doesn't feel fair.

Both of them stare at their breakfast. Neither wanting to eat knowing it'll be a waste.

"We're not going to be able to hold out for much longer..." She trails. Both of them know what's going to happen sooner or later, but losing the memories they do have feels worse.

Oscar sighs, having weighed the options on numerous occasions. "Lets give it until Australia. My mum knows a doctor who'd be willing to do it privately and make sure it doesn't get out."

"Will she make us food while we recover too?"

"I highly doubt she'll let us move until we're cleared."

~~~~~~

Pre-season testing - for lack of a better phrase - fucking sucks. They've moved onto red roses. The thorny kind that catches in their throats. She didn't realize it until she was coughing in the car again and it burned more then normal.

She hustles her car into the pits and stumbles her way through the garage until she can't keep herself up anymore.

The stem that comes up with the full rose is speckled with thorns that catch on things as she pulls it out.

She's so lost in trying to get it out, that she didn't notice who had come in. A hand rubs her back and moves any loose hairs away from her face.

The drops of blood mixed with bile causes the panic to finally set in. Her body gives out, but her teammate is there to get her sitting upright.

"Do I want to know who it is?"

"Just need Osc, please."

Fernando leaves to track down Oscar and ends up coming back with both McLaren drivers in tow. The Aussie doesn't look like he's fairing any better then herself. Paler than usual and still coughing.

"If Max doesn't get his act together then I'm going to run him off at turn one." Lando, their self designated caretaker, sets about getting her cleaned up since Oscar look seconds away from passing out.

"He doesn't have to, not like Max would want us anyway-"

"Oscar Jack Piastri, I swear if I have to listen to anymore of your self-loathing I will tell Max myself." Since when did Lando become a mom? "Plus, he does. He won't shut-up about you two. Daniel is losing his shit and begging him to just end it with Kelly if he adores you two so much!"

Fernando ends up driving them back to the hotel.

~~~~~

Being in Australia with Oscar has always been something to look forward to. This time feel more like dread and guilt.

Telling their teams had been the easiest part. The off week after Australia will be for recovery. It almost made her cry with how supporting they were.

They just have to get through the weekend now... and hopefully avoid Max in the process. The harder part of this whole thing. Specifically when he won't leave them alone.

It's during the drivers parade that everything goes downhill. They are standing in Max's vicinity, Landing becoming a wall between them and Fernando keeping him occupied. It's helping ease the weight in their chests and burning in their throats.

Max, inevitably, makes his way over to them and starts up conversation. Only it doesn't make the pain better this time. The second he starts up conversation she feels the rose blooming in her lungs.

"How have you two been?" Max is awkwardly stammering his way through pleasantries with Oscar while she chokes back her coughs. She throws Lando a pleading look, trying to get him to understand what's happening.

"Doing pretty well, you?" She can hear the strain in Oscar's voice, but he's holding it together. Unlike her, apparently.

She stays silent the rest of the parade. Unable to tune into the rest of the conversation.

Her physio is there waiting for her when she gets back to the garage. The amount of blood she loses is concerning. The bundle of roses makes her want to scream.

Something isn't right. Her body is screaming at her not to move. The flowers refusing to stop.

She doesn't know how Oscar manages to finish the race. He looks miserable when he meets her at the car. Lando has an arm slung around his shoulders to keep him upright.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to Max first?"

"What would we even say, Lan? That he's the reason we're dying?" Oscar slides into the back with her. Nicole sits in the drivers seat and Chris on the passenger side. They get sympathetic looks from both of them.

"I mean he broke up with Kelly-"

"Lando, we appreciate what you're doing but it's to late for this. We are knocking on deaths door and we'll still have each other. We'll be okay." She tries her best to comfort the worries Brit.

"Promise."

"Pinky."

The car ride is painfully silent. Not like either of them can talk anyway. It's just her and Oscar wrapped around each other as much as they can be.

They enter the hospital with fingers intertwined. They sit together in a private room waiting for the pre-op to start. A hard decision but one they know had to be made.

"Is it bad, that I don't want to forget?" She peers up at Oscar through watery eyes.

He sighs, the heavy kind followed by another cough. "No, I don't want to either."

She feels like falling asleep in Oscar's arms. Pretending that this isn't what's happening. That she's not growing flower bushes in her body. That she'll remember Max when she wakes up in a few hours.

"At least we get the next week off."

"Nando said he's going to drop some kind of care package off later." She laughs, remembering how he'd fussed over them with homemade remedies. "And Mark, I thought he was going to lose it when you handed him a rose."

"The look on his face was priceless!"

They can do this. They have each other and that's all they need.

Then the door bursts open.

"Max?"

~~~~~~

It's not like he thought he would ever find himself in this situation. Smitten with two of the younger drivers and driving himself insane by not confronting his own feelings.

He tried his best to just be friendly and leave it at that. He invited them to do things with the other drivers, struck up conversation, did his best to give them tips for their driving when he had the opportunity.

But the two of them have Max wrapped around their fingers. Both are smart and intuitive. They think he's funny. Max also thinks they are funny and compliment each other well.

This cannot be a normal kind of attraction... Right? No, it's not. It's the whole reason he had to split with Kelly because he knew this went much deeper then he wanted to admit.

The last minute driver change took him off guard. Then he saw Oscar on the grid talking to Lance. The Aussie looking miserable and on the brink of falling over.

He jogs up to Lando, concern lacing his facial expression. "What's going on? Why the last minute driver change?"

"She's sick." Lando doesn't look at him, anxiously fiddling with his fingers while getting ready. "She's been sick so they had a contingency just in case."

"And Oscar?"

"... Also sick."

Obviously Lando isn't telling the whole truth. If the lack of details is anything to go by. "Are you going to tell me with what?"

And Lando is a terrible liar. Max has known him long enough to read his expressions. "The flu?" Max raises his eyebrows in suspicion. "Okay but if i tell you then you can't say anything because it's really bad."

Max gives him a confirming nod. Not like he wants to spread gossip about the two.

"It's hanahaki, but they should be better soon. Surgery is after the race today. She's our due to blood loss and Oscar is nearing that point but determined to race."

Max gapes. What is his reaction supposed to be? "Do they not love each other?"

Lando rolls his eyes. "Max - there is a third that they are both in love with."

"Who is it because I swear-" Maybe anger wasn't the right emotion to have given Lando's annoyed huff.

"It's you! You're just so oblivious that you didn't notice. You were with Kelly so long and they didn't want to make things weird for you that they didn't say anything."

Max gets two steps towards Oscar before he's being shoved into the car. Forced to race despite being able to fix the problems of two people. He’ll just find them afterward.

He, unfortunately, does not escape the people wanting to speak to him. By the time he ends up at the McLaren garage, Lando looks miserable sitting on a counter and swinging his legs. “You just missed them.”

Max deflates to the floor. It looks obnoxiously dramatic and leaves Lando to huff at the scene. “Relax, you can catch them at the hospital if you’re quick enough.”

Lando ends up driving because he’s in no state to do it himself. The anxiety he’d been fighting off is hitting full force now. Enough to make his entire body shake.

He dives out of the car. Disregarding the fact that the sleeves of his race suit are hanging off his waist and nearly collides with the ground because of it.

Oscar’s parents are in the waiting room. They look at him with the most aghast looks he has ever seen. “What are you doing here?” The death glare Nicole is giving him strikes fear into his heart.

“I need to know where they are, please.”

“Now you want to see them?”

Chris puts a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “They are getting prepped for surgery at the moment. You might be too late.” He gives Max a sympathetic smile.

“Please-“ desperation is evident in his voice. “-please, I love them back. I have to try!”

He gets the room number and continues his sprint to the pair. The weight of possibilities comes crashing down on him, that they might not remember him if he is too late.

Times he went to them when he didn’t want to be alone.

When he sought them out at the bars and clubs when Lando subsequently ditched them.

Dragging them around Monaco when they were there for the Grand Prix.

Max should’ve made himself think about it. How he spent hours with them when he didn’t have to.

He doesn’t bother knocking on the door when he gets there. He slams the door open wide and almost sobs in relief when he sees them still waiting.

While her face is buried in Oscars shoulder, the Aussie is staring right at him. “Max?”

He takes a tentative step forward but stops when they both start violently coughing. “Sorry - I’ll stay over here.”

“What ever are you doing here?” The rasp is her voice makes him flinch. It’s scratchy, like her throat has been torn to pieces.

“I just - Lando told me what’s been going owns I know it’s not fair that I’ve made you suffer for so long.” He wants to get closer, hold them, provide them comfort. “It took me too long to get my shit together but, I love you both.”

Oscar tentatively tries to get up, the female not able to move without falling over and the Aussie in no position to carry her. Max lunges forward to catch him when he stumbles and down to the floor they go.

Max attempts to get him back up, but isn’t fast enough when the female slides down to join them. They end up falling asleep against him, breathing evenly.

They stir when the doctor announces himself, but don’t move from their spots. Max assumes that they are exhausted from coughing up literal flowers.

“This was not what I expected to find.” There is an amused tone in the doctor’s voice. “I take it you were the one?”

“Yeah, that would be me.”

“Well, we’ll keep them for observation and make sure any lingering thorns don’t do anymore damage. Would you be alright saying near them?”

Max nods hastily, eager to do whatever is necessary.

The hardest part is actually getting them to let go of him. The second he retracts contact is the moment they start panicking and coughing again. It’s a stressful few hours until it dies down again.

Nicole and Chris look ecstatic to see the three of them together. They’ve informed her parents about the change in plans and are also happy to know they’ve had a good outcome.

The residual flower petals come in waves, but they are dying down in intensity. The painkillers they are on make them wake up with dopey smiles on their faces.

“Hey Max?” She whispers. The three of them laying in the hospital bed together despite it being cramped and having a second one.

“Hmm?”

“Thanks…” The drowsiness in her voice evident.

“For what?”

Oscar is somewhere between asleep and maybe consciouses. “For noticing us.”

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Wallflower

synopsis; in which you refuse to let Jungkook be by himself.

pairing; bff!jungkook x bff!reader ft. ot6 (cause no yoongs)

genre; angst, fluff, humor, f2l, JITB party au

rating; PG-13

warnings; mentions of alcohol and consumption of it, jealousy, terrible dancing, equally as terrible singing (on your end), playful banter, drunken confessions, drunk and clingy koo

w/c; 1,892

a/n; this fit looked so good on him and don’t even get me started on those BOOTS. and y’all already know I had to include a snippet of that live yesterday with our koo. this was meant to be just a drabble but HA HA jokes on me I guess. OH and guess what?! feedback makes this author happy, so leave some love, would ya? 🫶🏻

“Hey, JK.”

He looks up at you from his sitting position on the steps that align against the side of the main stage, having tucked himself in a far off corner away from everyone. He gives you a lopsided grin in greeting, hand coming up to give you a lazy wave. His arms then do some kind of weird movement that you deem is him trying to dance with just his arms. His entire body sways side to side from the amount of force he’s putting into it.

“Hey, Y/N.”

When the song is over, his arms dangle off his bent knees, one hand clutching a half glass of some kind of liquid he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. Judging by the color, and notes of cinnamon that wafts through your nose as you settle yourself down next to him, crossing your ankles in order to keep from flashing the crowd around you, you believe it to be whiskey.

He raises his glass towards you, and you clink your own half glass of a mixed drink against his, both of you taking a sip. Your eyes scan over his outfit of choice for the evening — a thick silver chain hangs loosely around his neck and settles in the middle of his chest just past his collarbone, oversized plain black shirt that you know for a fact hides his well chiseled torso, black jeans, and your personal favorite, chunky black combat boots.

“Did you purposely choose that fit in order to hide yourself away in the shadows?”

He gives you a mock glare, gently bumping his shoulders with yours.

“No, I wore it cause I knew it would inevitably attract you to me. What with your fixation of black clothing yourself.” His free hand grabs onto the thin, black, spaghetti strap of your mini dress on your shoulder, and before you could stop him, he snaps it.

You smack at his chest in retaliation, mouth open in shock.

“I hate you.” You purse your lips at him, eyes squinting.

All he does is laugh and lean into you with fake puppy dog eyes.

“You love me.”

You roll your eyes, choosing to take another swig of your drink instead of confirming what he just said.

If only you knew.

A waiter passes by with a tray of flutes not too long after the next song ends, full of what you can only assume is dry champagne. He bends at the waist, tray in between you and Jungkook, both of you setting your now empty glasses on the tray and taking a flute of champagne each. You thank the waiter, and he leaves.

For what seems like the upteenth time since you’ve arrived to this intimate listening party for Hobi’s new album, the ‘Butter: Remix’ song begins blasting through the speakers. Jungkook perks up, eyes immediately attempting (and failing) to meet yours, cause you know once you lock eyes with him, that’s it.

“Y/N~ieeee.”

“Jungkook, no.”

He slides himself closer to you, leaning his head onto your shoulder while he keeps giving you the same puppy dog eyes.

“I wanna dance.” The liquor on his breath floods your nostrils with how close he is, he’s probably not even aware of it himself due to the amount of drinks he’s probably had long before you arrived.

“Okay, that’s cool.” You sweep your arms at the cluster of people around you. “Go and find somebody to dance with then, like—,” your eyes scan the room, falling on someone you know very well thanks to being best friends with Jungkook since his trainee days. “—look there’s Jin.”

“He’s not staying long though, and he’s only reading webtoons on his phone, he’s no fun.”

“Really?” You question, voice flat. “Actually, yeah. That sounds like him, I’m not surprised.”

You perk up yourself this time, noticing a figure dressed in white making his way through the crowd to your seemingly huddled figures.

Jungkook notices your demeanor change drastically, eyes trailing past your hand that points enthusiastically at someone who he normally would have no problem hanging with, but right now he was just trying to dance with you, alone.

“Jiminie!” Your excitement makes a small frown pull on his face, wishing you shared the same sentiment upon seeing him. His champagne flute sloshes dangerously, a little spilling out onto the floor between his legs as you abruptly get up with the help of Jimin’s outstretched hand who pulls you into a tight hug.

You wrap your arms around his neck carefully, being sure not to spill any of your drink on him. His arms squeeze your small waist as he gently sways you both side to side in the hug. Without you knowing, Jungkook gives Jimin the look, and Jimin has to bite back a snicker that threatens to spill out, before pulling away from you.

“Y/N—,” Jungkook tries to gain your attention, even going so far as to push himself up off the step he’s been sitting on since he arrived, planting his boots right next to your black pump wearing shoes.

“Jimin! Perfect timing. Jungkook here was just trying to find someone to dance with!” When you place your hand on his shoulder, he uses the opportunity to slide the same arm around your waist to tug you into his side. You let out a small squeak of surprise at the action, but Jimin isn’t bothered by it at all — in fact, he expected it.

Jimin gives a sly grin to you both, before tipping his invisible hat at you with a cheeky wink.

You whine, hand stretched out towards him to save you from Jungkook’s clingy wrath, but all he does is wish you both a ‘good dance’, and you a ‘good luck’.

“Traitor!” You jokingly shout at his retreating figure, and all the while Jungkook just keeps pulling you both further on the dance floor, and closer to the stage where you see Hobi already dancing himself to the song.

Before you know what’s happening, your both somehow up on the stage, and even you are dancing with them (albeit terribly but still). When Megan’s verse comes up you use your champagne flute as a fake microphone and (badly) sing her part while all the boys danced their choreo around you, and at the same time were hyping you up. As soon as it gets to the end of her part, you join the boys in their final pose with your tongue out.

All of them fake bow down to you when the song is officially over with praises, bending at the waist, and you just laugh giddily, the alcohol more than doing it’s part now with easing your nerves and allowing you to just have fun and let loose.

The scattered applause from the crowd gradually comes to an end, and once the high wears off, you tug on Jungkook’s hand, who follows behind you willingly. He plops down in a vacant both, a good distance away from the stage allowing you both to be able to hear each other while even talking normally.

As you go to sit down next to him, he grabs you by the waist to pull you onto his lap sideways. You take your usual position in your cuddling sessions that happen quite often, head nestled in the junction between his neck and shoulder as you close your eyes and allow his heartbeat to soothe you like it normally would, but not this time apparently.

His chin rests on top of yours, one hand lays across your lap to make sure your dress doesn’t ride up, the other behind your back. His hand drums against your semi bare thigh, restlessly.

Eyes still closed, your fingertips lightly rub soothing circles onto his chest in an effort to slow down his heart rate, but to your surprise, it just makes it worse. Furrowing your brows, you ask him a question.

“Why is your heart beating so fast? It’s like you ran a marathon.” The chuckle he releases deep within his chest, makes your head jostle, and you whine in discontent.

“Koo, I’m trying to relax here.”

“Yeah, well. It’s hard for me to relax around you, I’m sorry.” His voice is mumbled by tufts of your hair that makes its way towards his mouth.

“Why is that? I’m your best friend, babe. There’s no need to be nervous around me.”

You miss the deep frown that appears on his face at your words, them effectively decreasing his heart rate along with his mood.

Using up what’s left of the liquid courage that still remains in his bloodstream, he says something that gets your own heart racing now.

“What if I don’t want to be best friend’s anymore?”

You sit up quickly, brows pulled in worry, waterline beginning to turn red at his insinuation.

“You don’t want to be friends anymore?” Your voice cracks, and his eyes widen when he realizes how bad that must’ve sounded. He’s frozen for a minute too long in your mind, and you try to stand up, but his biceps flex only a bit and he’s secured you back into his hold, voice coming out jumbled with how fast he’s talking.

“I-Wait-No-, That’s not what I meant, y/n!” He places a hand underneath your chin to get you to look at him. His breath catches in his lungs when he realizes you’re on the verge of crying because of him.

Throwing caution to the wind, he just says it.

“I don’t want to be just best friend’s with you, I want to date you.” He stretches out the word ‘just’ and ‘date’ to make sure you understand what he means.

You do. Oh god, you do. But he didn’t need to know that yet.

Feeling brave, you tease him a little.

“Do you want to date? Are you confident that you’re going to be able to handle me? I’m not that easy.” You lean closer to his face, his eyes fight hard to stay on yours and not your lips that are getting dangerously close to his as you speak, breath fanning over his soft pants. “I’m not the kind of person that gives permission easily, you know.”

His Adam’s apple bobs with the quiet gulp he does. Your serious facade begins to crack when you see his eyes shifting nervously, and you smile widely before whispering against his lips.

“Of course I want to date you, you idiot. Everyone already knew that, but you.”

“Everyone? Who–,” not giving him enough time to talk, you crash your lips against his and his mind goes blank. It takes a second for him to respond, but when he does, his teeth clash against yours, tongue slipping past your lips to dominate the kiss, which you allow more than willing.

It’s not until a loud ‘whoop!’ sounds off from behind you both that you part, both of your attentions getting torn to Jimin who is skipping around a sullen Hobi. The latter reaching into his pocket to fish out a $20 bill, smacking it into Jimin’s awaiting palm as he glares at you both, pouting.

“Aish, you two couldn’t wait until after the party was over? Then I could’ve won the bet!”

Both of you just flip him off, lovingly, of course.

This is his party after all.

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disaster-j · 3 years

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♧ GMMTV '22 Line Up Analysis Pt.2 ♧

《BL Shows》

(Note: these are not official synopses this is what I got from the trailers)

1. Star in My Mind | Sky in Your Heart

My Synopsis

Star in My Mind

Daonuea confessed to his crush the day before he left for Germany and got nothing to show for it. Now, years later, fate throws the two back together when they’re assigned to the same dormitory. Will love finally blossom at this second chance? Or has holding on to this torch all these years finally tired Daonuea out?

Sky in Your Heart

Kuafah finds himself the only doctor at a remote village’s health centre. While there he falls into easy banter with the village’s school teacher, who seems distrustful of the young doctor’s intentions. In the backdrop of the quiet wilderness, casual rivalry gives way to a blooming romance.

My Thoughts

This is a two part series, hence the two separate synopses. Both stories show a lot of potential to be solid romance dramas but I’m more interested in the second story than the first ngl. As if seeing Mek in a BL isn’t exciting enough we get to see him in what is essentially a reverse atots enemies to lover plot? How could I not be intrigued? Overall, I’m expecting this show to be a nice little fluff break in between the many, many heavy dramas that are going to air in the coming year.

2. Cupid’s Last Wish

My Synopsis

Win’s father’s will once ripped his friendship with Korn apart. But now, waking up in his sister’s body after a car crash, there’s no one else who can help Win but the very man he claims to hate.

My Thoughts

There were rumours on twitter about them being cast in the adaptation of this bl novel and I, frankly, really wished they weren’t true. I’m not big on body-swaps to begin with but body-swaps involving siblings are a big pet peeve of mine. Just the idea of him, like, doing stuff with Korn while in his sister’s body weirds me out. I might still try to watch it bc I love Earth and Mix, they’re some of my favourite thai actors, but I highly doubt I’ll actually watch this show.

3. The Eclipse

My Synopsis

When strange acts of rebellion start popping up on the campus of a prestigious all-boys school, the head prefect has no choice but to investigate. In his endeavours he finds himself drawn to the mysterious new kid, who leads him down an entirely different path.

My Thoughts

Synopsis is so fucking vague bc I have no clue wtf is actually going on here. All I know is that I like it. First and Khaotung is not a pairing I’d have expected but now that it’s here I definitely want more. Need it honestly. I’m super intrigued by this dark and mysterious setting that has taken over your classic high school romance plot. This one’s definitely high up on my most anticipated shows list rn.

4. Never Let Me Go

My Synopsis

Following the untimely death of his father, Neung finds himself surrounded by danger and forms a deep bond with the boy brought into their home to help him and his mother in these trying times somewhere along the way.

My Thoughts

Just like the last one, the synopsis for this is so short and vague bc the plot seems very convoluted and I don’t trust that I actually know what’s happening. That being said, what I do know is that this PondPhuwin starrer has great potential to absolutely wreck me. So proceed with caution here. But hey, what’s life without a little angst, right?

5. Vice Versa

My Synopsis

When Talay wakes up from a near-death experience, he finds himself trapped in another world, in a body that isn’t his own. His only shot at getting home is a person connected to the one whose life he’s currently stuck living.When he finally finds what he’s looking for, though, he’s hit with a revelation- the person in that body is someone from his own world.

My Thoughts

You know how I said I’m not big on body-swaps? Well my love for inter-dimensional travel plots cancels that shit out so this one’s gonna be an exception lmao. This plot really intrigued my inner shonen manga fanatic so much. It looks so different from any other bl I’ve ever seen. I'm super excited. Plus, the second Jimmy (Wai from Bad Buddy) showed up on screen I knew I was gone. Like, the scene where Nanon transitions into Jimmy? Cinematic gold omg. All in all, this one is on the top of my most anticipated '22 BL list rn, hands down.

5. My School President

My Synopsis

When the student body president shuts down the music club for performing poorly, the club president promises to do whatever he wants to get the club back up and running.

My Thoughts

I’d write a bigger synopsis but there’s very little plot and I caught zero names. This is a cutesy high school romance with a dash of love triangle drama. Not much else to say about this- follows the classic BL formula, it’s fluffy and straightforward. Not the most memorable trailer but I’m sure it will satisfy all fluff lovers.

7. Midnight Series: Moonlight Chicken

My Synopsis

The story of two men who meet at a chicken shop late one night and fall into a fiery relationship.

My Thoughts

Honestly, I’m confused as to why this is part of the Midnight anthology. The plot and the vibes sorely clash with those of the other two. It just stands out like a sore thumb in between the other two. Aside from that, the plot seems quite bittersweet and there are hints of cheating so I highly doubt I’d enjoy it since I don’t like cheating plots. I’ll still give it a shot bc it’s directed by P’Aof and starring EarthMix and it does genuinely look like a good show, even though it’s probably gonna have a bad ending.

8. You Are My Favourite

My Synopsis

When ____ (Krist) finds a magical item that can send him back in time, he thinks he can use it to go back and change his first meeting with the girl he likes before she marries her current boyfriend. But time is a fickle foe and the more he tries to change his fate the more he finds himself drawn towards the wrong person.

My Thoughts

I love the concept. It’s fresh and interesting and emotional. But why the fuck did they have to cast Krist ‘men kissing for real is gross’ Perawat. They couldn’t find anyone else? Why the fuck is he doing another BL when he said he won’t take anymore BL roles? Why is he doing this when kissing men grosses him out? LITERALLY WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS IT’S A FUCKING HATE CRIME!!!!! Anyway, will I watch it for Mike and Aye? Probably. Will I hate every second of Krist’s screen time? Absolutely.

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for now; forever

pairing → kwon soonyoung x reader

word count → 9015

genre → mostly fluff, angst ↳ tags: ooh boy. firewatch au, banter, like a little bit (a lot) of pining, strangers to friends to… something, FLIRTING, reader’s kinda fucked up but its ok, hoshi’s weird and endearing (as always), a tiny bit of hurt/comfort, minghao best boy, soonyoung is very sweet it makes me want to cry

synopsis → after an unfortunate burnout that lands you in every critic’s negative and all-seeing eye, you decide to take a break from the one thing you know. you’re not sure if you’ll find what you’re looking for out in the middle of the woods - if you’re looking for anything at all - but at the very least, soonyoung will make the hunt a little less lonely.

warnings → there’s eventually a forest fire (starts on day 64 and is mentioned throughout the rest of the fic) that leads to an evacuation but it’s not super detailed, mentions and descriptions of creative burnout/breakdown

a/n → IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! i made a fancy banner nd everything <3 i know 9k isn’t a lot to some people but this is probably the longest one shot i’ve ever written LMAOO so i hope it’s paced ok and everything <33 PLEASE let me know what yall thought about this i am insanely proud of it. ok thats it hehe. hope you enjoy!!! see u on the other side!!!!

btw here’s a fun playlist of songs i listened to while writing mixed with some songs i think reflect the fic super well <33

DAY ONE.

So. You’re… out here, now.

Save for the bugs you have to swat at every fifteen seconds, the outdoors doesn’t seem that bad. The weather isn’t too hot (yet, your mind reminds you) and there’s something about the color of the sky that makes your heart constrict in your chest. You can’t tell if it’s good or bad, but given your luck recently, you’re hoping it’s not a warning for the coming months - God knows you need a break. The weight of the journal in your bag feels heavier than any of the camping gear you brought with you.

You debate texting Minghao that you’ve made it to the park safely, but when you check your phone after deciding yes, you see the words no service instead of the familiar lines of a signal. It’s not that big of a deal - you’d told him when you left that you probably wouldn’t have service at all - but a little part of you feels the tender shake of anxiety at the thought of not being able to contact your best friend.

He was the most worried out of everyone when you told him you were leaving for the summer. You can’t really blame him - it was abrupt, you saw the flyer at the grocery store and took it - but after what happened… doing something felt, feels, better than sitting around and waiting for nothing to happen. Waiting for a healing you aren’t sure will ever come, at least not completely.

“Is this really…” Minghao had started upon first entering your apartment after getting your text. Clothes were thrown all over your bedroom floor in an attempt to pack. “Do you need to do this?”

The tone of his voice told you he wasn’t going to try to stop you, that he just wanted to make sure this was what you needed. You had only nodded, sitting down on the edge of your bed to fold clothes and pack them into your suitcase.

“I just don’t want you to run away from it all,” Minghao said softly, sitting next to you. “You’ll need to face it eventually.”

“Is escaping really such a bad thing?” You asked, looking at Minghao. He gave you the look he did when you said something stupid, and if you weren’t still so wired from everything, you might have laughed. Instead, you sighed, placing a pair of pants into your suitcase. “I just need some time.”

Before you can face it, before you can come back, before you can write again… you still don’t know. Minghao had placed a kind hand on your shoulder to tell you there was no rush.

It’d taken no more than two days for you to get everything ready - including buying some apparently necessary survival equipment from Target. In a matter of a few hours you had gathered everything up, texted some other friends and your family that you might not be available the next few months and then… you left.

(Your manager was pretty pissed off that you left so suddenly, but she was also pissed off at you when you told her you needed a break for at least a few weeks, so you’re not really offended.)

You take one last longing look at your car before locking it, pocketing the keys, and starting on your hike.

The hike takes almost the whole day.

You think you almost cry when you finally see the watch tower you’re supposed to be staying in, your legs barely able to hold the rest of your body up. The hike wasn’t hard, really - long, though, and for someone who usually spends a work day sitting at a desk, you’re surprised you’re still alive. You find the little lock that holds the keys to the tower at the bottom of the stairs, fastened onto the railing. It takes a few seconds for you to enter the code you’d been given earlier, relishing in the soft breeze the cools the sweat on your face and neck. The sun is just barely starting to set beyond the mountains, a beautiful sight that you can’t properly focus on because all you want to do is pass out. You’re pretty sure you almost do on your way up the stairs.

The cabin at the top of the tower is pretty scarcely furnished, save for a few basic necessities (a gas stove rests on one wall, a small desk opposite to it by the door, a mini-fridge, and a bed in the corner plus what looks like a map table in the center of the room). It’s a little weird, a feeling caught between the nostalgia of moving into a new place and something you can’t quite name, but you figure you have a few months to make it all a little more comfortable.

For now, though, you feel like you’re on the last leg of your energy. Your mind is saying eat, sleep, eat, sleep on repeat and you have to agree with it, so you change the sheets on the bed, take down the boards over the windows while you wait for the macaroni from the Kraft box to cook. You end up eating a few forkfuls of poorly-made mac and cheese before crashing.

When you wake up, it’s to gentle static and a semi-clear, unfamiliar voice. It takes you a minute to remember where you are and what you’re doing, too disoriented to even think about the voice, but then - oh. Forest. Watch tower. Escape. Okay.

“Yo, Cottonwood! Am I coming through okay? Pick up your radio!”

Right. The voice. Radio?

“Come on, I saw you get in yesterday, I know you’re there. Unless,” a gasp, “you died! Oh my God, this is like a horror movie… and I’m next!”

You manage to wake up enough to locate your radio (a walkie-talkie resting on a charger on the desk) and, after a few seconds of gentle struggle, work it. “Not dead,” you say, then clear your throat because your voice does not sound good right after waking up. “I mean… almost. But not dead.”

There’s barely a moment of hesitation before the person on the other end hoots, apparently excited. “Arisen from the dead! Brought back to life by none other than the legendary Hoshi!”

A brief thought crosses your mind about having to listen to this guy all summer, but you quickly shoo it away. You won’t have to deal with it for the whole three months, right? “Who… who is Hoshi?”

“Me!” The voice answers, sounding a little too smug. “But it’s really just an alias. You can call me Soonyoung. I’m at Twin Peaks tower, west of yours!”

You spin around your cabin, looking through the windows cluelessly - how long have you been asleep, it’s practically afternoon - until you see a very small silhouette of another tower in the distance. You nod, then realize Soonyoung can’t see you. “Oh. Cool.”

“Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?” Soonyoung asks, but his tone is light, breezy. You blink, reciting your name to him in a daze. “Pretty! So, what brings you out here?”

You weren’t expecting that question. “What?”

Soonyoung giggles into the radio. “Everyone comes out here for some reason. Like… Jihoon says it’s ‘cause it helps him write music. And Joshua loves the outdoors, so… what’s your reason?”

“You…” you start, not exactly wanting to tell a stranger the reason you ran away from everything you know. “Do you normally ask this many questions?”

“Yeah!”

You feel yourself sigh, already tired again.

“I… just wanted to get away for a while,” you end up saying. A half-truth. “I live in the city.”

“No way,” Soonyoung gasps excitedly. “Me too! I wonder if both of us have ever been walking and, like, passed each other without knowing…”

This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you thought of escaping.

DAY TWO.

The next morning, you dedicate time to getting a little more settled into your home for the next few months. You didn’t bring a lot of decor - you didn’t think you needed any - but even seeing your blanket on the bed and a few books you need to catch up on reading stacked on the desk makes the place feel a little bit more like you. You eventually reach the journal you packed (that Minghao made you pack) and stare at it like it might do something. Like it might tell you to write again, or like it might tell you to leave everything behind. You don’t really know what you want from it.

A sing-songed version of your name comes from your radio and you blink away from the journal, set it down on the desk. “Good morning!” Soonyoung says from the other end, and you feel yourself take a deep breath as you pick up your radio and press down the button so he can hear you.

“Morning, Soonyoung,” you respond, calm compared to his excitement.

“So… what are your plans for today?”

“Um,” you pause, brows furrowed, looking towards the direction of his tower even though you know he can’t see you. “Looking out for fires?”

“That’s boring,” is Soonyoung’s immediate response, and you laugh a little.

“Kinda my job for a while.”

And listen, you’ve known Soonyoung for less than a full 24 hours, but even before your brain really comprehends what he’s saying you know you’re not going to like it. “Wait, that reminds me,” he says, tone of his voice a little less overexcited puppy. “What did you do before this? Or, like, what’s your career? I mean, you don’t have to answer, I just thought it could be a way for us to get to know each other…”

His voice fades away for the split second you remember a little too much all at once, but somehow your voice still sounds put together when you speak. “Nothing special,” you say. There’s a pause when you don’t elaborate any further, but instead of asking about it, Soonyoung changes the subject.

“Okay!” he says, back to a more playful tone. “Anyways, I asked about your plans ‘cause I kind of need you to do something for me.”

“Already asking favors?” you tease. “We just met, Soonyoung.”

You hear him laugh, loud and hearty, and it’s contagious even through a radio line so you feel your own smile pull at your lips. “One of the other lookouts found some teenagers with fireworks,” he informs you. “I need you to meet him and get the fireworks from him.”

Your feet are already in your shoes, one halfway tied. “You can’t do this?”

Soonyoung’s voice is strangely thoughtful, but you catch a hint of mischief at the end of his sentence. “I would, but Jihoonie said he’d eat me if I tried to see him again and I think he’s serious this time.”

He tells you where the other lookout - Jihoon - should be and gives you a quick lesson on how to properly use your map to get there. You’re not really excited for another hike this early on (you’re still sore from even getting up here) but by the time you meet the halfway mark you’re convinced it’s not that bad. It’s neither long nor challenging, and… well, Soonyoung’s insistent on keeping you company the whole time.

When you see what looks like a guy at the edge of a now-abandoned camp, you tell Soonyoung you’ll radio him when you’re on your way back to your tower. “Hey,” you call out as you get closer. The man looks up at you, his eyes sharp but not unkind. “Jihoon?”

“Yeah,” he replies. Under his cap you notice that his hair is a gentle silver, almost purple. He’s dressed casually, like you, and you suppose it’s a given since there’s no exact dress code for this job. “You’re the newbie?”

You didn’t know people knew about you. “I.. I guess,” you say, then tell him your name.

“Cool,” Jihoon says, voice flat like he’s distracted. He picks up the bag next to his feet and hands it to you. “Take these. Thanks.”

He starts to walk away, down a trail opposite the direction you came, but you think of earlier, when Soonyoung asked about your job (or when he didn’t). You call after Jihoon, hesitate, but then opt to make this quick since he looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “Have you and Soonyoung… known each other for long?”

Jihoon turns around. He shrugs, then nods. “We met in college, a few years ago.”

“What kind of person is he?”

You watch in vague amusement as Jihoon’s nose scrunches up, but the small smile on his face refuses to hide and it makes you giggle. “Really annyoing,” he tells you, then pauses for a second like he’s looking for the right words, “kind of overwhelming sometimes. But he’s good. He’s someone you want around.”

Someone you want around, your brain repeats to you. You nod with a friendly smile as you haphazardly stuff the fireworks in your hiking bag. “Okay. Thank you.”

Jihoon offers an acknowledging nod of his own before continuing on his way back to his tower. You’re about five minutes into your hike back to yours when your radio sounds from your pocket with a now-familiar voice.

“Are you on your way back?” Soonyoung asks. “You forgot to tell me!”

“Sorry, yeah, I am now. I was talkin’ to Jihoon for a second.”

“Really? That’s weird. He rarely talks to anyone, especially strangers. What’d you talk about?”

You can’t help the small smile that lands on your face as you speak. “Stuff to blackmail you with.”

You think you hear Soonyoung’s groan all the way from his tower, and your smile only grows when it turns into a laugh.

DAY FIVE.

The clouds look dark today.

They haven’t covered the sun completely yet, but they’re closing in fast. You hope that it rains, already sick and tired of the disgusting heat, but also. Something else.

Rainy days always used to be the best to write, your brain supplies to you. You brave a glance at the still-unopened journal on the desk, thinking that maybe…

Your radio turning on drags you away from the crack in metaphorical door, coming at the perfect time as if to tell you that you’re not ready yet. You listen to it, grab the radio, murmur a greeting to Soonyoung.

“It’s getting pretty dark out, huh?” He says. He must be looking at the sky, too.

“Yeah,” you hum. “Hopefully the storm isn’t too bad.”

The line goes quiet, but you know that Soonyoung’s still there even if he isn’t saying anything. The knowledge comforts you, just a little.

“Well... got any rainy day stories?”

DAY SEVENTEEN.

“So, Soonyoung,” you call into your radio as you step outside. You’ve taken advantage of the small balcony around the entire cabin, setting up a few chairs you found in the storage unit at the bottom of the tower (just in case someone stops by, you tell yourself) and a small table you weren’t using inside. The nights are hot but still relaxing, and you find yourself sitting outside often, catching up on reading or taking in the stars.

“I can’t believe you radioed me first,” Soonyoung responds, and you hear the smugness in his voice. “I’m so happy!”

Soonyoung somehow almost always manages to be with you in the nights, too, even if not physically. Being away from the urban civilization you’re used to has been a little difficult to adjust to, but you feel significantly less alone whenever you hear him calling you. You tell him to be quiet even though both of you are laughing. The distant crickets make your chest warm.

“What do you do? You didn’t tell me before,” You ask him after a second. There’s a small wave of anxiety that rushes over you at the idea that he might call you out about when he asked you the same thing. That was two weeks ago, though, you think, and Soonyoung wouldn’t. You’re sure he’s been able to tell that it’s a touchy subject. You’re not as discreet as you think you are, even if (and you’ve learned this the past few weeks) Soonyoung’s a bit more on the oblivious side sometimes.

“I dance!”

Somehow, despite having not even seen what he looks like, it’s fitting. “Like… teach, or choreograph, or…”

“A little of everything,” Soonyoung tells you, and then starts elaborating. His voice echoes through your radio and you look up at the stars as you listen to him, trying to map out constellations from memory. He sounds so excited to simply talk about it, you can’t imagine what he must look like when he’s actually on stage. You hope you get to see it one day.

“You’ll have to teach me something sometime,” you say once he’s finished, voicing your thoughts. With a giggle that sounds like the stars above you, he tells you he’d love to.

A moment of quiet passes, spent focusing on the tiny specks of fireflies you see in the field around your tower and feeling the summer breeze as it passes. The words slip out of your mouth with much less resistance than you thought they would.

“I used to write,” you murmur into your radio. It takes you a moment to register the heavy beat of your heart, like you just got back from a run.

“Used to?” Soonyoung asks, curious but soft.

“For now,” you answer. The ache you’ve become familiar with throbs in your chest. “Hopefully not forever.”

It’s not the whole story - not even close - but you figure you might be able to tell him with time. The thought stresses you out even when you have nothing to stress about, and you think Soonyoung is psychic because he says, next, “the stars are really pretty tonight.”

You’re not looking at the sky when you answer. Your head is tilted in the direction of his tower.

“They really are,” you say.

DAY THIRTY-THREE.

You’ve fallen into a bit of a routine with Soonyoung.

Not a day goes by where you don’t talk to him - the one day you radioed and he didn’t pick up you genuinely thought something happened to him, seconds away from calling a park ranger. Right before you actually did it, though, he picked up his radio and said he had been taking a nap.

(His voice was a little groggy from sleep, sounded like he was pouting whether he meant to or not and you’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t make your heart skip a few beats - but if anyone asked, you’d definitely lie about it.)

One of you calls the other around the same time every morning and you don’t put down your radio until the sun is well behind the mountains. You’ve grown used to his presence, in a way, even if you can’t really feel him with you (though sometimes you swear you can). It’s comforting to have him out there with you, and it’s been so long since you’ve talked to someone the way you do with Soonyoung… you find yourself looking forward to every morning, waiting for when you hear him over your radio.

Today is no different.

Well, in an unrelated way, it is - you have to hike to a supply box to get your surplus of food for the next month and a half you have left. But even as you’re doing inventory of what you have left in your cabin on a piece of paper, you’re waiting for Soonyoung’s usual good morning. It comes as always, makes you smile when you hear it.

“Good morning!”

You leave your scratch paper on your desk and reach for your radio. “Morning,” you say after you’ve pressed the button down.

“So…” Soonyoung trails off. “Supply drop day.”

“Yeah,” you reply, sitting on your bed.

“Both of us are getting crates of food today…”

What is he getting at? “Uh-huh…?”

“Both of us… getting supplies… from the same place.”

A confused laugh leaves your lips. “Soonyoung, what is your point?”

Even for as often as you talk to him, you’re still always surprised when he starts yelling. “Let’s meet up!” he exclaims, obviously excited, and it clicks in your head.

“Oh my God, can we do that?”

“Yeah!” Soonyoung sounds like he’s grinning, smile palpable in his voice. “If we pull some strings with the other lookouts and get hiking at the right time, it’s totally possible.”

Holy shit. Your heart is beating wildly, butterflies swarming around it at the thought of meeting Soonyoung in person. “Okay,” you tell him, noting that you sound a little breathless. “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”

It takes a few minutes to work everything out - the supply boxes should be dropped off by midday, so you can leave your tower around then and get to the drop location in a little over an hour. Soonyoung has to leave earlier than you since he’s farther away, but if everything goes well the two of you should get to the drop location close to the same time, margin of error small. You radio Jihoon to cover for you while you’re out, and he agrees, although he sounds a bit miffed.

When you finally leave for your hike, you’re not expecting how quiet it is. Soonyoung’s usually there to cover it up with his voice - you don’t hike often (you’ve not had to, given your job for the summer is to watch for fires) but whenever you have he’s been there to keep you company. You plug in your earphones about halfway through your trip just to drown out the quiet, something more to listen to than just trees and the sound of your own footsteps.

Eventually you make it to the supply box, and, well. There’s a guy. Standing in front of a long, green box - you think you see lookout tower names engraved ever few inches: Thorofare, Cottonwood, Twin Peaks. Packing some ready-to-eat meals into his backpack.

Holy shit, Soonyoung? your brain automatically asks, and it sends your heart spiraling up and down. You’re not sure what you thought he looked like, but it wasn’t this. Tall, lean - wait, you don’t even know if this is actually him yet.

Before you can think too much about it, you call out, voice tentative. “Are you… Soonyoung?”

The man turns around, shakes his head with a kind smile. “No,” he says. “I’m Joshua.”

You think about throwing yourself into the river by your tower when you get back for absolutely no reason. Somehow you manage a polite smile and a gentle sorry.

“No, don’t apologize, you’re fine!” Joshua chirps, adjusting the cap on his head. “You’re looking for him?”

You pause. Those aren’t the exact words you would use, but they’re not technically wrong, so you nod. After all, you don’t know what he looks like (you probably should have asked him before both of you left, but you weren’t expecting another person to be here).

“Please don’t tell me he got lost again,” Joshua says, suddenly looking tired, and you look back at him wide-eyed because... again? Has this happened before?

“No,” you tell him. “No, I mean, I don’t think so. I don’t know. Since we both have to pick up supplies he thought it’d be cool if we met up in person.”

Joshua sighs, seemingly relieved, then continues packing what’s left of his supplies into his backpack as he hums. “That’s weird.”

“What is?”

He shrugs. “Soonyoung likes the outdoors, yeah, but the supply box is a pretty far hike from his tower. I think the last few summers he’s had them delivered.”

Oh, you think, and maybe say out loud, because then Joshua’s looking back at you, a mischievous smile on his face.

“He must really like you to come all the way out here,” he tells you, and you laugh like it might get rid of all the thoughts popping up in your mind that you keep telling yourself to stop thinking about.

“And yet,” you say wistfully, looking towards the horizon. “I still come second to Jihoon.”

This time Joshua laughs, a friendly sound, and the two of you fall into a playful conversation. He’s somewhat a superior of yours, though not by a far gap - as the lookout who’s been on the job the longest, he oversees the rest of you (which is you, Soonyoung, Jihoon, and a few others you have yet to come across). You get along with him easily and it’s weird to think that if you hadn’t gone through what you did a few months ago you wouldn’t be here talking to him, establishing what could be a new friendship. You wonder if that’s a new step towards healing, finding a way to be grateful even if it was horrible.

You talk to Joshua for a while until he says he should get back to his tower. You nod, tell him goodbye (and thanks for his company) and he starts to walk away -

“Shua!”

A burst of platinum blonde hair rushes past you from the opposite direction you came from, heading for Joshua. The new guy drops a bag at his feet and almost softly crashes into Joshua, who has this look on his face you can’t really decipher.

“Hey, Soonyoung,” he says, and you blink.

Soonyoung, like… your Soonyoung? The Soonyoung you’ve been talking to for weeks?

You watch as the two hug, Soonyoung excited to see Joshua and completely ignoring you (though you’re not sure he’s doing it intentionally). All you can do is stand there. This is him, your brain keeps telling you. This is the guy.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” Soonyoung exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. “How are you? How have things been?”

Joshua shrugs, a small smile on his face as he puts a gentle hand on Soonyoung’s head and starts… petting. “I’ve been good, same old deal. I know that you’ve been doing good too, though, as far as I’ve seen from your reports.”

Soonyoung beams at the praise and you take note of it in the back of your mind (you also note the way Joshua’s treating him like a toddler and how it’s working). He opens his mouth to say something else but looks around and meets your eyes - for a second there’s nothing at all, but then you think you see an exclamation mark actually pop above his head.

The yell of your name is so loud it makes you jump. “Oh my God,” Soonyoung whines, falling to his knees dramatically. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you!”

“This is the first time you’ve seen me,” you say. You can’t seem to hold back your smile.

Joshua excuses himself (again) and finally moves on his way, says he’s in Thorofare lookout if anything happens. The sun is mellow on your skin as you look at Soonyoung, take him in - light hair, warm eyes, tan skin. His smile matches your own. A breeze shifts by, slow and sweet.

“Hi,” you say.

Soonyoung grins.

“Hey.”

So the bag you saw Soonyoung drop on the ground before was, in fact, for a picnic.

He didn’t bring a lot of food (the whole point of the hike was to get supply boxes anyways) aside from a few candy bars he’d saved for today. He did bring a blanket, however, and the two of you set everything up on the edge of a rock not too far away from the drop location, under some trees. It looks over a small ravine, a stream cutting through at the bottom.

The time goes by like it was never there in the first place, spent talking and laughing. Soonyoung is just as animated in person as you thought he’d be, telling stories wildly as the two of you snack away a portion of your supplies. You know the two of you don’t have much time together, given how late it already was when Soonyoung arrived and both of your hikes back to your respective towers, but it’s still… refreshing, almost, to be with him like this, to finally get a piece of him you didn’t before. To hear him without the crackle of the radio and to see him.

To see him.

Something stirs in your chest when you look at him lying back on the blanket, arms supporting his head with his eyes closed. The sun lights up his skin in a golden glow, like honey, and the dark roots growing into his blonde hair are somehow endearing. The breath leaves your lungs when you finally label him as pretty. You hope you can blame the heat in your cheeks on the sun.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Soonyoung sighs, still not opening his eyes. You almost reach out to brush the hair away from his face, but a breeze comes by and does it for you. You hope it’s not a sign.

“It would be nice, huh,” you murmur in response. You finally break your gaze from Soonyoung and lean back on your hands, soaking up the feeling of the blue sky.

It’s now that you remember what Joshua had said earlier about Soonyoung usually getting his supplies delivered, and you turn back to him. “Hey, before you got to the supply box, Joshua and I were talking.” Soonyoung hums in acknowledgement. “Is the hike from your tower to here really that bad?”

His voice strains as he stretches, opening his eyes to look at you. “I mean, yeah, it’s a bitch of a hike to take sometimes. But it’s not really hard except for a few spots, just long.”

You furrow your brows. When you agreed to meet him, you didn’t think it’d be this much trouble for him. “And you came all this way so we could… what, sit here and eat? Like we do most of the time anyways? Just separately?”

Soonyoung pouts at you and you feel personally attacked. “Food tastes good when you’re with other people.”

You give him a soft, semi-playful glare, and Soonyoung offers a small giggle. You turn back towards the view in front of you.

“Did you not want me to come down?” He asks, and he doesn’t sound… sad, really, more observant. Like he wants to know where you’re at.

“No,” you answer almost immediately (Jesus, your brain says). “I just… it’s a long trip. It doesn’t really seem like it’s worth the effort.”

Like I’m worth the effort, you think to yourself.

You hear Soonyoung shuffle behind you and turn around to look at him again, finding him sitting up straight. “It is to me,” he tells you, and there’s something in his eyes that holds you in your spot. The tips of his fingers brush against yours on the blanket. You’d look down if you didn’t think you’d miss something. “I wanted to.”

In a second, it clicks.

It’s not much longer until Soonyoung needs to start heading back. The two of you get your things together, and you help him pack up the picnic supplies he brought. When everything’s said and done and the two of you are back by the supply box, there’s a second of uncharacteristic quiet that falls over you.

“Let me know when you get back,” you say after a moment. Soonyoung grins.

“You’re worried about me!” he swoons, and you hit him on the shoulder playfully, but don’t deny it. It can be dangerous out there, and even if Soonyoung has been out here longer than you, anything can happen.

“Just radio me, okay?”

Soonyoung smiles, something a little softer from before. He nods. “I will. You be safe too.”

You nod in return, taking a few steps back towards the trail that leads back to your tower. “Talk to you later, Hoshi.”

The last you see of him before you turn around is the grin on his face.

DAY THIRTY-FOUR.

It feels like forever since you’ve been here.

A window is open and welcomes a distant ambiance of the forest around you, trees and birds and animals. The journal you brought with you is open to the first page, but remains untouched - nothing on the pages. At least, not yet.

(The not yet you always tell yourself seems closer, this time, not so far away. Within reach, or at least within reason.)

Soonyoung had called in that the hike from yesterday had worn him out and he needed a nap. You had laughed fondly at how tired he sounded, told him to sleep well and that you’d be waiting for him. And you feel the words, right at your fingertips, the way the rest and wait to be written. Their presence is both terrifying and reassuring.

You don’t think they’ll be able to bleed out correctly, not the way they used to since it’s been so long. But they’re there, in your mind, in your heart.

You pick up the pen you got out, feel the weight of it as you click it a few times. You tap it on the desk once, twice, and then.

You take a deep breath and start to write.

DAY SIXTY-FOUR.

“Are you lookin’ at the fire?”

Your eyes leave the page of your book at Soonyoung’s voice crackling from the radio, looking around your cabin windows to see that, oh, there is a fire. You’d kind of forgotten that it’s… literally your job. At least there are multiple lookouts.

You fold the corner of the page you’re on as a makeshift bookmark before closing the book and setting it down on your bed as you stand to get your radio. You grab a can of soda from the mini-fridge you’ve started to utilize (as best you can, given it does a mediocre job at keeping things cool) before walking out onto the deck, sitting in one of the chairs you set up. “Now I am,” you tell Soonyoung as you adjust the chair so it faces the direction of the fire. You think you’re the closest lookout to it - which makes the fact that you didn’t notice it even worse - but not in any danger. The smoke paints the evening sky red-orange, washing over the purples and blues the sun used earlier as it set. “You’ve called it in?”

“Yeah, told Josh, who told the higher-ups,” Soonyoung responds, voice strangely… solemn? He sighs his next words. “They’ll probably send a crew in for suppression by morning.”

“Is there a reason you sound sad about putting a potentially dangerous forest fire out?” You tease, cracking open your soda and taking a sip. The carbonation feels good in your mouth, pops on your tongue.

“I’m not!” Soonyoung denies after some sputtering, and you laugh. “Just… ugh, looking at it - I’ve worked here every summer for the past, like, five years, and I’ve only ever seen two fires. Three, counting this one.” His voice gains a certain softness, like he’s lost in thought. “I don’t want the place to burn down or anything, but… don’t you think it’s kind of beautiful?”

It’s a little morally ambiguous, but as you look at the distant, licking flames you have to agree. In the dark, it’s vibrant, more than just ashy smoke and the smell of burning - it glows red, flushes out silhouettes of the trees in between it and you.

“I guess it is,” you hum into your radio as you stare at it.

“So. What should we name it?”

“The fire?”

“Yes,” Soonyoung says, dramatic as always. “She needs a name! I’ve always given them names, but I’ll let you do the honor this time.”

There’s something sweet in the way he offers you the chance to name it, and you try not to dwell on it too much. “Ah,” you start, thinking for a moment. “Barbara. The Barbara Fire.”

Soonyoung howls out a laugh and it’s infectious; you feel the tugging of your lips into a grin. “That is the worst thing that has ever come out of your mouth,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “We are not naming it the Barbara Fire.”

You huff out a fake whine. “Come on, it’s just Barb! She’s beautiful.”

“But deadly,” Soonyoung adds in a voice that sounds like it came straight out of a crime documentary. It makes you giggle, the two of you throwing around silly, stupid names.

“Okay, okay,” you say after a few minutes. “Then… hmm, the Hoshi Fire.”

There’s a long, long pause, and you hold down the button to your radio again. “Uh oh, is he broken?”

Soonyoung’s voice comes through, joking, but you sense a pinch of sincerity. “You want to name a raging forest fire after me… I feel like I shouldn’t be happy but I kind of am.”

You remember to push the button as you laugh, looking directly at the fire and shouting, “I hereby dub thee… the Hoshi Fire!” as loud as you can.

After the laughter dies down, for a second, there’s quiet - not awkward or for the sake of a bit, just quiet. Soonyoung’s not telling a story, you’re not giving witty comebacks. It’s just the two of you and the fire, alone in the forest.

It breaks eventually. Soft, gentle. “I’m glad you’re out here, you know,” Soonyoung says.

His words make you stiffen and relax all at once, and almost on instinct you look in the direction of his tower. You can’t really see the silhouette - the sun too far gone, taking the last of its light with it - but you know it’s there, can pinpoint exactly where it should be. You hope Soonyoung’s looking over at you, too.

And even if the reason you’re here in the first place is still a tender bruise to be pressed, you find yourself recovering a little more every day. “I am, too,” you respond. “I… I wish you were over here.”

It’s a roundabout way to say I miss you, but a part of you thinks neither of you are ready for something that explicit. You reach a hand out in the direction of Soonyoung’s tower, grasping at it like it might bring him to you. It’s not as if you can’t meet up with him again, but… between the distance and the fact that there’s an actual fire to keep your eye on, it certainly wouldn’t be easy. This is the closest you can get for now.

“I wish I was too,” Soonyoung says. You close your eyes to picture him, pretty smile and fond eyes. “We could hang out, like last time.”

“Without the radios,” you add.

“We could, um… you know.”

His words make you giggle, and you feel a little lucky that you’re not holding down the button. Your heart is pounding in your chest, nervous but stable, secure, as you reply. A welcomed beat, even if startling.

“No, I don’t,” you tell him. Your soda sits forgotten, half-empty, on the floor of the deck by your feet. You don’t bother paying attention to the fire. “What could we do?”

Soonyoung groans and this time you laugh pushing the button so he can hear you, warm and affectionate. “Don’t tease me! You know what I’m talking about.”

You do. “What could we do, Soonyoung?”

There’s a pause, but you know he’s still there.

“Well,” he says eventually. “Let me tell you.”

DAY SEVENTY-SIX.

The fire’s gotten big.

You feel like you shouldn’t be surprised by it - it’s a wildfire, they’re not exactly easy to contain, but seeing it up close like this is vastly different from being in a city and barely even noticing the smoke. It is larger than life out here, consuming more and more of the forest each day. The last few days you’ve spent inside due to the low visibility (though it’s not as if you take a hike every day anyways). It makes you wonder if it’s safe to stay out here.

“...Hey,” Soonyoung radios in. “I have a question for you.”

Rationally, you know whatever it is, it can’t be that serious. But your heart picks up pace anyways, beats a little harder as you pick up your radio to respond. “Look, it was Jihoon’s idea to use the fireworks, I promise neither of us knew it would start the fire.”

Soonyoung sputters out a laugh and you match him, feeling yourself calm down. “I’ll… I’ll ask Jihoon about that later, but - I really do have something to ask you.”

You lay down in your bed, unmade and messy. “Is it… bad?”

“I don’t think so,” Soonyoung responds. “Maybe?”

“Okay…” you say, timid. “Shoot.”

“When you first got here, I asked why you took the job,” he says, and you nod to yourself, remembering the first call you got from him. “You just… never really responded. I get it if it’s, like, a touchy subject, I don’t want to pressure you at all…”

“No,” you interrupt before you realize what you’re saying. You take a deep breath, Soonyoung waits. “No, it’s probably… it might be good to talk about it. I’ll tell you.”

He murmurs an okay, tells you to take your time and you do. It’s not like you’re scared to tell him - you’ve come to trust him, you know he won’t judge you for anything that happened or think any differently of you. You’re not even sure that’s why it’s hard for you to talk about - rather than any sort of outside force that might affect you, it’s more… more of a part of you that you felt you lost. It’s more coming to terms - even after these months - and going through the motions. It’s scary to talk about disconnection, especially from the one thing you loved (love?) more than anything.

“I… write,” is how you start, looking at the ceiling of your cabin as you speak. “Or wrote, maybe? I’m an author. I have a few books published. Writing is something I’ve loved since I was so young, it’s… a part of me, really. It’s special to me.

“When I finally got a manager and a publishing company and all that official stuff, I was so excited. It was like I was finally living my dream. I wrote my first book and got it published and it did really well, so my management asked me to do another, and I did. Then they asked for one after that, and I didn’t… it felt too soon, in a way. Rushed. But I guess I did it because I had to, because I figured this just came with being a writer and not everything is what you want it to be - and I didn’t want to risk losing what I had wanted almost my entire life.”

You take a moment to steady yourself, note the tremble of your fingers and take a few deep breaths. Soonyoung waits for you, patient and kind. “It went like that for a while, and I lost touch with writing. I stopped loving the only thing I knew how to love. I was so detached from it. A few months before I took this job my manager set up a press conference for me, and I… kind of… had a breakdown. At the conference. So I’m out here to run away for a second. Be away from it all.”

The quiet that follows doesn’t make you nervous, really, but you’re still waiting for a reply of any sort. Even if it’s the common oh or it’ll be okay that you got from distant friends and relatives who didn’t know what was really going on. But Soonyoung was patient with you, so you can be patient with him.

“Have you written since?” He asks after a minute, and your eyes flash over to the journal on your desk. One page has the familiar strokes and loops of your handwriting, written after you met Soonyoung in person.

“Only once,” you respond, truthful.

“When you start to write again… will you show me?”

And for some reason the question is so tender, filled to the brim with something you want to name. It makes tears spring to your eyes as you look out over the rising fire, trying not to let your voice shake too much as you reply.

(Maybe it’s because he said when and not if, maybe it’s because he didn’t tell you it’ll be okay, maybe it’s because it’s him and not someone else telling you the same thing.)

“Yeah,” you say, letting go of the button to sniff. “Yeah, I will. If you let me see one of your dances.”

You hear Soonyoung’s smile through the radio as he tells you it’s a deal.

DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT.

For the first time since you started working, someone who isn’t Soonyoung calls you through the radio (not counting the time you radioed Jihoon to make sure he was still alive, because you only saw him once and hadn’t heard from him since then). You hear the familiar click that tells you someone’s on the station, and you’re fully expecting Soonyoung’s voice to light up your cabin the way it always does. Instead, Joshua’s voice rings through.

“You there?” He asks after a comfortable call of your name, and you pick up your radio.

“Yeah, I’m here. It’s been a while,” you respond, and Joshua hums. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve… been,” he tells you, which earns a small laugh. “Anyways, I called in to let you know that they’re having trouble controlling the fire -”

You take a look at the giant flume of smoke north of your tower, nodding to yourself. “I can see that.”

Joshua tells you to be quiet. You hear the friendly smile in his voice.

“There’ll be an evacuation team here within the next two days,” he says. “Maybe less, shouldn’t be more. They’re gonna get all the lookouts evacuated.”

Oh. Evacuation? That means… the city. Your apartment, back to your family and friends. You’d forgotten an entire world exists outside of the bubble you created for yourself.

��Okay,” you say slowly, still looking at the fire. “I assume you’ve told the other lookouts?”

“I’ve got a few more to call, but other than that, yeah, everyone’s covered. I told Soonyoung and Jihoon first,” Joshua tells you, and you blink at the fact that you didn’t even have to ask. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Yeah. Stay safe, Josh.”

You sit for a while after that, trying to cope with the feeling in your chest. You… you feel better about everything, about writing, for sure, but. But. It’s cut short, even if only by a little over a week. You haven’t even started packing anything up - so much of you is strewn around the cabin, in the field around your tower, in the trees of the forest you hiked through. You don’t think you’re ready to say goodbye to the place you’ve made your home and the people (person, your heart whispers) with it.

The sun starts to set and the fire grows. You sit on your bed and look at the things you’ve made your own, a sunken, unfinished emotion spreading through you. Eventually it is Soonyoung’s voice that comes from your radio, low and humorous.

“The Hoshi Fire can’t be stopped…” he murmurs, and you laugh despite the loss you feel.

“Please,” you groan into your radio after you’ve grabbed it. “We’re getting evacuated!”

Soonyoung giggles, something mischievous that makes your heart warm with slow appreciation. “I can’t believe it’s ending so soon,” you say, standing up to walk around aimlessly.

“Yeah, the summer went by super fast, huh?” Soonyoung replies. “I’m kind of excited, though. I’ve missed a proper dance studio.”

That’s… oh.

A current of mild surprise rolls through you and you think you physically feel your jaw drop, just a little. That - that hurt. More than you want it to, more than you think it should - but it’s... fine. You’ve only known Soonyoung for a few months, it’s not like…

You realize you haven’t responded and open your mouth on purpose this time. “I wish we could share the sentiment, Hoshi,” you joke, hoping it doesn’t sound too stiff.

If Soonyoung notices anything, he doesn’t say it. Only laughs, sweet and genuine. “I’m sure you’ll find something to yearn for just as I yearn for dance,” he says dramatically. You laugh, forced, because yeah, you will. Maybe you already have.

DAY EIGHTY.

Evacuation day.

Last day in your tower. Last day in the forest. Last day of the job you took to escape, to heal. It’s spent packing up the things you brought with you, throwing away everything else. Joshua said helicopters would be touching down at two points - Twin Peaks lookout and Mule Point lookout. Twin Peaks is Soonyoung’s tower, and if you planned it out right, you could probably get there and leave with him.

You tell yourself that the reason you can’t is because Mule Point is closer. Safer. They’re evacuating you for a reason.

“Hey.”

Speak of the devil, you think, grabbing your radio from its charging port. “Hi.”

“So,” Soonyoung says. For the first time since you’ve known him, he seems awkward. “Evacuation day.”

“Yessir…”

“What evacuation point are you hiking to?”

You pause, hesitate like you’re about to say something you shouldn’t. “Mule Point,” you manage to get out. “It’s closer,” you say after, your brain telling you to justify it, explain.

“What did the Hoshi Fire ever do to you?” Soonyoung huffs out through a laugh, and it sounds so unaffected that you feel that ache from before again. After a second, he adds, “so… this’ll be the last we talk. At least for a while.”

That realization hits you like a brick and the sting behind your eyes seems normal - regardless of whatever was built between you and Soonyoung or what lead you out here in the first place, it’s so sad that it’s ending. “Yeah,” you say quietly. Everything is packed, you just need to get hiking. “I, um. Is it cheesy to say thank you?”

“Maybe,” Soonyoung chuckles. “But it’ll also make me feel really good, so…”

You feel yourself calm down and let out your own small giggle. Maybe it was always meant to end this way, a little too soon, a little too sad. “Really… thanks, Soonyoung. I think it would’ve been worse for me if I got the silence I came out here for. I’m glad I had you to talk to.”

“Thank you, too,” Soonyoung says back. “I hope… you write again. I’ll talk to you later.”

The mention of it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, and you feel the smallest of smiles on your lips. “Yeah. Later.”

The radio clicks off and that’s the last you hear from Soonyoung.

EPILOGUE.

It’s hard to come back.

From nature, from Soonyoung - everything, really. To go from trees and fires and talking every night back to car horns, busy sidewalks and your own apartment. It’s weird to wake up and not see the immediate shine of the sun through your windows. But you come back, slowly get used to the life you had before.

And you start writing.

Given - you get back in August only start writing again in October, but you write. Little by little, page after page. Maybe not every day, like you used to, but the words are back and they are eager to get out, leave their mark as your work. You stand up to your management (with Minghao’s support) and take control of your own writing schedule. The pressure from before leaves. Writing becomes special more than ever, returns as the one thing you never get truly tired of.

Minghao asks about the job, your summer. You tell him it was easy and peaceful, and that you’re thankful for the time. You mention the other lookouts. You mention Soonyoung. Only in passing, though.

(Minghao definitely suspects something, but even if he asked, you wouldn’t tell him much.)

Sometimes you allow yourself to think of him - when you got back, you looked for a Soonyoung in the multiple dance studios in the city, but since you didn’t have a last name or any proper title, nothing came up. After that, you gave up, but he still shows up in your thoughts from time to time, bright blonde hair (the roots growing in) and glowing smile. It’s cold out, now, so you hope he isn’t getting sick and that he’s staying warm.

You’re reminded of just how cold it is when you have to brace the outside world to get your mail. There’s not even any wind, just an undeniable cold, and it makes your nose burn and eyes water as you walk the short trek to your mailbox. You find your slot and push your key in, unlocking it and gathering your mail. Most of it is junk, but you could have sworn something you ordered was supposed to come today -

“Excuse me?”

You turn your head to the voice and find a man walking towards you, his head turned down towards a small piece of paper. His voice sounds familiar, but you figure it must just be a neighbor you haven’t spoken to in a while. You turn your body to him, waiting for him to look up from the note so you can place a name on him. “Do you know where I can find an author…”

He looks up.

It’s Soonyoung.

He looks a little different - his hair is shorter, dyed black instead of the platinum you remember from last July. But it’s definitely him. The longer you stare at each other the wider his smile gets, and you stand, speechless. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world. Your heart starts to race, warms you up beneath your jacket.

“Found you,” Soonyoung grins. You can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You did.”

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La Cuervo - Chapter 12

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

12.

She stepped out of the trailer the next morning, freshly showered and made up. The sun was blaring down from a cloudless sky, but in spite of her determination to make the best of a shitty situation, it was still difficult to enjoy the beauty of the day. She went in to the clubhouse, and was met Chucky; holding out a mug of coffee at her. “It’s good that you’re still here”, he smiled. “Yeah…”, Nina said quietly, before leaning forwards, and planting a chaste kiss to his cheek. Chucky immediately blushed, and rushed out of the door, to go open the office.

EZ had set up a couple of plates for them, with donuts and orange juice. “Gaby’s been busy with school…”, he said apologetically. “How very dares she?”, Nina gasped in jest. They sat down, and began their usual morning banter. It felt almost like a normal morning, save the murky cloud of gloom from Nina’s breakdown the night before hanging over them.

Coco and Gilly came in to the clubhouse, and the smaller biker immediately walked over to her, and put a hand on her cheek, before bending down to press a kiss to the top of her head. He didn’t say anything – he didn’t need to – but his gesture was welcome, and Nina gave him a half smile. “I’m good”, she replied to his unspoken question. Coco nodded, and Gilly squeezed her shoulder. “How is Camille?”. “Healing. But she’s not talking about what happened to her; probably too scared. Creep went down earlier this morning to check on her”. Nina’s smile widened. “Creeper’s in love…”, she said. “He’s probably just horny”, Gilly muttered.

“I hope that’s just it. That chula is too clingy…”, Coco said. “Coco! She just had her ass beat by a complete psycho…”, Nina said. “I can feel bad about that, and still think she’s annoying”, Coco shrugged. “She’s one of those girls whose so desperate to belong to an MC in one way or another, she’ll fuck anything in a cut, and do anything to be let into the family. Like she gets off on the patch in itself". “That’s harsh”, EZ said. “You didn’t hear her talk, boy scout”, Coco said. “I love your bike, Coco. I’ll do anything for the club, Coco. Don’t take off your cut when we fuck, Coco… Fucking loca”. Nina scowled at him for a moment, but Coco seemed steadfast in his opinion, and disregarded her chiding eyes. The four of them sat for a few moments, and talked about nothing and everything; before the men had to get to work around the yard. Nina went into the front office, and put on the oversized Romero Bros. shirt. She spent the rest of the morning taking calls, and filing paperwork.

In the afternoon she finally had a few moments to relax with a book, before she needed to restock the shelves and fridges of the clubhouse. It felt good to keep busy – it kept her mind of her shitty situation – but her foot seemed to be more busted from her kicking the barbell than she’d thought, so having some time to put her feet up in the trailer was a welcome break. She’d left the door ajar to let in some fresh air. The tiny fan she’d nabbed from templo – which Bishop hadn’t complained about her taking, probably feeling guilty about whoring out her old man – was not strong enough to work against the heat that would stream in, if she’d left it completely open. She’d taken the picture of Abel and Thomas, and set it next to the small framed picture of the Reyes family on the beach, that EZ had set up again; after he’d thought he had the trailer back.

She recognized the sound of Angel’s bike rolling onto the lot. He wasn’t alone, as she heard Daniella’s voice once he turned off the engine. “Baby, I’m just saying; don’t you think it’s weird that she just dropped out of nowhere from up north?”, the blonde said. “What are you saying?”, Angel asked. “Why is she here?”, Daniella replied. “Does it matter? I’m not with her anymore, Dani”. Nina peeked out between the blinds of the small window over the cot, and saw Angel putting an arm around Daniella, and placing a short peck on the corner of her lips. Daniella giggled, and tried to pull him in for a deeper kiss, but Angel seemed to get distracted by something else, and went to hang his helmet on the handlebar of his bike.

Unable to sit by quietly, Nina put down her book, and stepped out of the trailer. She shot a hard look at Angel, who managed to keep his cool demeanor; but she saw a ghost of something resembling pain in his eyes. “Hi, Nina”, Daniella smiled overbearingly. “I heard you felt under the weather last night. How are you doing?”. “Dani…”, Angel muttered. “I’m great. I finally got rid of that case of the clap Angel left me with”, Nina replied. “Just some friendly advice; you can get it in your throat as well…”. Daniella’s eyes widened. “Right… You probably knew that already. Was it a present from you?”. She walked by them, and onto the porch to go into the clubhouse. “Are you gonna let her talk to me like that?”, she heard Daniella snarl at Angel. “I’ll talk to her”, Angel muttered. “You better…”.

Less than a second after Nina had closed the door behind her, Angel slammed it open, grabbed her arm, and pulled her with him towards templo. His expression was angry, and Nina saw Daniella smile smugly at her as they went. She went to sit by the bar with Riz and Hank, who looked confused at the situation. Once inside the dim room, Angel pressed Nina against the wall next to the door; keeping them out of sight of the people in the bar-area. He pressed his body against her, and grabbed the back of her head; before devouring her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Nina tried her best to keep quiet from the pleasurable signals Angel’s lips were sending to her groin. She pressed her hands against his chest, and made him step back. “I’m sorry, cuervo”, he whispered, his eyes almost desperate. “Fuck. I hate this”, Nina whispered. “Me too…”, Angel replied. “I gotta set you right… She needs to think…”. Nina nodded. Angel frowned deeply, and pressed a short kiss to her lips, before his voice boomed at her. “You don’t talk to her like that! What the fuck is your problem?”. In spite of the plan, Nina was too proud to just stand by. “Fuck you, Angel…”, she roared. “Watch your mouth”, he growled in reply. He kissed her again, and Nina gasped against his lips. “What are you gonna do? Smack me around?”, she said. “Don’t fucking tempt me…”. He blew out a deep breath, and pressed a final kiss to her lips, before kicking the chair by the door, creating a ruckus. They nodded at each other, before Angel stomped out of the room, leaving her behind.

Nina took a long moment to calm down. She was flustered, as a strange mix of anger, pain – and if she was being honest to herself, horniness – rushed through her veins. Finally, somewhat settled, she went back into the bar-area, and got behind the counter; looking appropriately chastened. Angel was stood next to Daniella, looking every bit the returned champion, and without a word, Nina set down a beer in front of him. Daniella very obviously ignored her, and focused on running her hand up Angel’s chest. Nina wanted to barf at the sight, but managed to keep her lunch down this time. Hank raised a brow at her, and she shook her head slightly, before beginning to fill the fridge. Riz got behind the counter, and squeezed her hand covertly, before handing her a cigarette, and taking over her task. “Go take a break”, he said shortly. Nina gave him a thankful smile, and went back outside.

She sat down on the steps, and blew out a deep breath. “I deserve an Oscar…”, she muttered to herself, and lit her smoke.

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Spending the evening serving beers and drinks to the club members, her “ex” and his date wasn’t the easiest task. EZ had apparently been told to keep his distance from her, while Daniella was around; to make it clear how unimportant, and last week’s news Nina was. This left her behind the bar alone, and the friendly banter she was used to from the Mayans was limited. Angel and Daniella left at around 10 pm, and Nina sighed in relief as she saw them close the door behind them. Having to look at Angel laying it on thick while flirting with Daniella, made her want to scream. It was beyond any kind of petty jealousy she’d felt in her life before. Daniella wasn’t just touching something she wanted; she was touching what was hers, and Nina couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Bishop came up behind her, as she was cleaning some glasses at the end of the night, and patted her shoulder. “Let the prospect do that. Come sit down”. She quietly followed him over to a table, where Taza and Hank were seated. Bishop sat down across from her. “Palo’s been in touch. He says the attack on Camille was all Sala”. Nina frowned in confusion. “I pressed him a bit”, Taza said. “He swears her attack had nothing to do with Gael’s death”. Nina scoffed, and chuckled sarcastically. “Sure. That’s why they left her in one of your tunnels”, she said. “We’re not saying we believe him”, Hank said. He pushed a packet of smokes towards her, and she took one, letting him light it for her.

Nina sat for a moment, going over everything that had happened the night of the party, and the day after. “Daniella was acting weird when she came by the other day”, she said. “She seemed surprised I was here”. “She probably was”, Taza said. “So far, everything points towards her being the snitch; but we still need to know how much she’s been sharing with the Vatos. That’s why Angel needs to…”. “Yeah, I got it… But that’s how he found out she wasn’t me…”, Nina sighed. “She called him after she saw me; and then all of a sudden, Camille gets dumped where they know you’ll find her… He was trying to send a message. He got the wrong woman; but he knows I’m here”. “Palo claims that he doesn’t suspect us of hiding you, and that we’re still at peace”, Bishop said. “But what about Camille?”, Nina asked. “She’s innocent in all this”. “Vatos Malditos are paying her recompense for the beating at the hands of one of their members, plus something on the side for us; as a show of good faith”, Taza said. “Because she’s part of the Mayan family”, Nina muttered. “And they aren’t supposed to touch family…”. “I don’t know if I’d call her family. She’s mostly been spending her time as a human condom for whoever she can get her hands on. I think even Riz tapped that, before she climbed on the Coco-train”, Hank said, a slight smile on his face. “And now it’s Creeper”. “Nina, you’re still safe here”, Taza tried, having figured out what she was actuallytrying to say; but Nina just shook her head in irritation.

She leaned back in her seat, and let out an exasperated sigh. “This is bullshit… We know they took her because they thought she was me. Why is Palo stalling?” “Possibly to get more info on Mayan business before he makes his move. If he can take out us and get you at the same time, that’s two birds with one stone”, Bishop said. “He wants our business with SAMCRO. He doesn’t suspect they have anything to do with his primo’s killing”, Hank said. Nina took a deep huff of the smoke. “Does SAMCRO know?”, she asked, and blew out the smoke. “I’m calling Chibs once we’re done here”, Bishop said. “But I think you know where their allegiances lie”. “With the Mayans”, Nina said. “With you, mija”, the president said. Nina looked down, feeling her cheeks burn. “SOA wouldn’t go back on their deal with you… They’re loyal”. “Yeah, they are… But us taking you in has only sealed that deal even more”, Bishop said.

Nina took a moment to let his words settle. “And Daniella? What’s gonna happen to her?”, she finally asked. “For now, nothing”, Bishop said. “Angel’s going to treat her like a queen; and hopefully she’ll slip up, and tell him about her deal with VM. We might even be able to use her to give them false leads”. “And me?”, Nina said. “You do what you’ve been doing up until now… Except Angel”, Bishop replied. Nina shot him a dirty look. “For now…”, Taza added. Bishop looked like he would have rolled his eyes, if he wasn’t too proud for gestures like that. “Look, I don’t care what you two do when this is all over, but we can’t let anyone outside the club know you haven’t split. That includes hangarounds who might talk to the bitch. Keep it in your pants”. “Yes, sir”, Nina muttered, and got to her feet. “Anything else I need to know? Or do I just go put on the chastity-belt you’ve probably had forged for me…?”. “Yeah”, Bishop said, almost in a growl. “We’re gonna have one of us here each night, to keep an eye on the place”. “And me, I’m guessing”, Nina said. “You make it sound like I grounded you”, he said. “Didn’t you?”. Bishop frowned at her, but Nina simply turned around, and left the clubhouse.

“I like that kid”, she heard Bishop mutter, just before she closed the door behind her.

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There was a quiet knock to the trailer-door, just as Nina had finished getting ready for bed. Outside stood Angel, with a look on his face, which Nina recognized immediately. “Daddy says I’m not supposed to let you in”, she said, a smile ghosting her face. Angel stepped inside, pushing her backwards, and closing the door behind him. “Papi says he doesn’t give a fuck”, he growled, and attacked her lips. He turned her around, and pressed her against the door; leaving no room between their bodies. His presence invaded her senses, and as he moved his lips down her neck, Nina winced.

“You smell like her perfume…”, she said. Angel stepped back, and brushed his thumb across his lower lip. Nina’s eyes were hard, and her heart was beating a million miles an hour. She grabbed the collar of his flannel, and sniffed it. “It’s your shirt… Take it off”. Angel looked confused for a second, before a fire lit in his eyes, and he quickly shrugged off his cut, and opened his shirt, yanking it off, and leaving him in his beater and jeans. “What else do you want?”, he asked with a ragged voice. “I want to know what you did with her”, Nina said. “I didn’t do anything. I just took her home…”, Angel said. “No, before all this… what did you do with her that makes her want you so much, that she’s willing to sell out me and the club for you?”.

She pushed him backwards to sit on the cot, and straddled his lap. Not wearing anything other than panties and a top came in handy, as her core rubbed against his hardening bulge. It was all she could do to not moan, and grind against him. “I don’t know…”, Angel almost whispered. Nina took his hand, and placed it against her left breast. He stroked his thumb against her hardening nipple, over the fabric of her top. “Did you make her come?”, Nina asked. Angel looked almost offended at her words. “Ma’, I don’t fuck a woman without making her come…”. “No? Then; what did you do? Did you touch her like you do me?”, Nina said. She moved her and down between them, palming Angel's bulge; and he responded by letting out a short breath, and swallowing thickly. She leaned in to put her lips to his ear. “Did you have her on her knees in front of you, as you drank a beer, and let her suck your cock?”. Angel didn’t reply, and Nina sat back again. “Nina… I’m…”. “You did…”. “Mami, it’s a powermove… I was just trying to…”. Angel was flustered, and in spite of Nina’s angry expression – or perhaps because of it – he was growing harder by the second. “Did you eat cereal off her skin, before fucking her senseless?”. “No. That was only you”, Angel said. “And thanks for the compliment”. He tried for a sly smile, but Nina drew her lips back in a sneer. “Was she ever in your bed? In our bed?”. He shook his head, and cupped her face. “She was never in the house… ever”.

Nina pushed his hands away, and got on her feet. “Did you lick her pussy?”. “No”, Angel whispered. His eyes were earnest. “What? I can’t hear you”, Nina said. Angel stood up, and stepped over to her; towering over her, and placing a hand around her throat, to hold her in place. His face was less than an inch away, and his expression was hard. “No! I didn’t lick her pussy. I only do that with women I’m serious about!”. Nina nearly crumbled in front of him; all of her anger and need for control washing away. “But… You tried to, the first time we…”. “Yeah. I did”, Angel growled.

Suddenly, his lips were on hers again, and she melted in his arms. Angel put his arm around her, and turned her around, to make her lay down on the cot. He tugged her panties down, and threw them somewhere behind him; before he pushed her legs up, and instantly dove to the apex of her thighs. Angel’s tongue made a languid stroke between her labia, before he let it dip just inside her opening. He lapped at her wetness, while his fingers found her clit, and began rubbing circles on it. There was no gentleness. Angel was like a hungry beast, and Nina was like the first meal he’d had in weeks.

The smallness of the cot didn’t leave room for them to both lay on it, and Nina had to put one foot on the table to make room for Angel’s shoulders between her thighs. Nina felt herself beginning to shake. “Fuck… fuck, Angel!”, she gasped. “When I’m good and ready!”, he growled against her heat. He thrusted two fingers inside her, and moved his mouth’s focus to her clit. He suckled at it as if life itself came from that tiny spot, and his fingers curled back and forth inside her; drawing her closer to her undoing. The thumb on his free hand began probing at her back entrance; pressing and making her sphincter work. It was overwhelming and so, so good. Nina grabbed on to Angel’s head, simultaneously wanting to push him away and pull him closer. She began whimpering, and her abdomen began convulsing, as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had washed over her. Everything went white, and Nina cried out an almost pitiful yelp.

Before she had a chance to come down from her high, Angel got on his feet and undid his jeans to let himself spring free; and then – with no gentleness – moved Nina so he could sit down on the cot. He pulled her on top of him by her hips, and pressed her down onto his cock. “So… fucking… tight!”, he growled, as he finally bottomed out. “Move!”, he demanded. With shaking legs, Nina pressed her knees into the mattress, and began moving on top of him. Rutting to get as close to him as possible, Nina desperately searched Angel’s lips for a kiss, which he willingly gave.

Angel took a firm hold of her neck, and each time she lowered herself he let out an almost angry grunt. “I love you”, Nina gasped, as once again he entered her further than she’d ever felt anyone before. Angel instantly froze. His eyes were wide, and he looked at her like she’d just told him the most unbelievable thing in the world. “You… what?”. Nina felt her cheeks beginning to burn. “I… love you, Angel”. “Me?”. He laughed in disbelief, and Nina bit her lip to keep from grinning. “Te amo, querida... I fucking love you!”, Angel said, and grabbed the back of her head, to attack her lips in a passionate kiss.

Angel snuck out of the trailer a few hours later. All bikes save Angel’s and one more were gone, and as he kissed Nina goodbye in the doorway, Hank came out of the clubhouse. He looked at them, and shook his head. “Alright, Romeo. Get the fuck out of here, or I’m calling Bish”, he said. Angel pecked her lips one more time. “Say goodnight, Nina!”, Riz called out. “Goodnight, Nina”, Nina grinned, and went back inside the trailer, closing the door after her.

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The next few days went much like that one had. During the day, Nina was quiet, and pretended not to feel sad about being ignored by both Angel and the rest of the Mayans, whenever any non-patch was around – which was pretty much always, as there was always some hangaround or other in the clubhouse. Daniella made an appearance each night, throwing herself into Angel’s arms; and shooting smug glances at Nina.

The first three nights – where first Coco, Creep and then Gilly had watch – Angel showed up at the trailer just after midnight, and they spent a few hours together. They didn’t just have sex; they’d also talk and share stories from their lives. The more Nina got to know Angel, the more the words; I love you, made sense. She was beginning to understand how he’d become the man she’d fallen for. His Mayan brothers knew he’d come by, but kept their mouths shut; up until the fourth night, where Riz caught Angel giving Nina a goodbye kiss in the doorway of the trailer. The next day, Bishop tore both Angel and Nina a new one; and in the evening, Riz found himself taking a beating from Angel in the cage. Daniella was there, cheering Angel on. He’d apparently told her he caught Riz checking her out, and needed to show him who she belonged to. After that, there were no more night-time visits.

The pda between Angel and Daniella – mostly coming from the latter – was painful beyond belief to watch. The blonde would crawl onto his lap whenever she could, and she had no shame in going in for a kiss, any chance she got. As far as Nina saw – and she couldn’t avoid seeing it – Angel didn’t respond in kind, but accepted the kisses with closed lips, and sly smiles.

One night, after Daniella had shown up in an outfit that resembled a bikini more than a top and shorts, and a bright, sequined purse – which, when she opened it, revealed a none too easy to hide pack of condoms – Angel managed to get her to take a ride home from EZ, by telling her he was needed at the table. It wasn’t a lie, as they had a run in a few days, but none the less, he looked relieved when she left. The rest of the Mayans left after about an hour’s meeting, but Angel and Bishop didn’t come out of the room with them. Nina was around the corner, out back; so, the two men didn’t see her, when they finally emerged from templo. It was the presidents turn to take watch on the lot that night. “I can’t keep this up, man”, Angel said. “I’ve been laying it on thick, but she’s more interested in my dick, than wanting to talk about what happened that night”. “Then fucking sleep with her!”, Bishop said. Nina almost dropped the tray of glasses she was carrying. “I’m not doing that!”, Angel said. “Why? You usually don’t have a problem with bedding pretty girls”, Bishop replied. Nina gently sat down the tray, and went to stand by the doorway, to better be able to listen. “Because of Nina… I can’t do that”, Angel said earnestly. “Angel…”, Bishop began. “I fucking love her, ok? I love her…”. There was a moment of silence before Bishop spoke again. “Good… That’s what I wanted to hear. God knows that girl could do better; but for some reason, she seems to care about you, and she deserves to be treated right”. Nina couldn’t stay hidden anymore, and walked out of the back room. “Then let me end it with Daniella”, Angel said.

“You can’t…”, Nina said. Both men turned to face her, looking surprised at her appearance. “Not until you have the information the club needs”. Angel stepped towards her. “Querida; treating you like I have… It’s killing me. You don’t think I see the look on your face when she…”. “It hurts…”, Nina said. “And it’s hard to keep reminding myself that it’s not real. But if Daniella is feeding Palo with information; if she gives me up… It’s not just me who goes down, it’s the entire MC. You said it yourself; it’ll be war”. Angel clenched his jaw, and his brows were deeply furrowed. “I’ve been taking three showers a day for the last four days, to wash that bitch of me. I don’t want to do it no more”.

Bishop sat down at a table, and gestured for them to join him. “What do you have so far?”, he asked. “Like I said in there… She talks about how it’s weird that Nina suddenly showed up. That I shouldn’t trust her”. He lit a cigarette, and took a huff from it, before handing it to Nina. She gave him a soft smile, and accepted the smoke. “That’s all? She’s not a rocket scientist. She must have let something else slip”, Bishop said. “What about that night with Sala?”. Angel rolled his eyes in annoyance. “She just said he lost interest, and spent an hour making me tell her how it was his loss; and that she was a hot piece of ass”. Nina chuckled slightly. “What about what you’ve been feeding her about us?”, Bishop said. This was news to Nina. “I told her about the run the day after tomorrow. We’ll know when we know”.

Nina coughed up some smoke. “Wait, what? You told her you’re meeting up with SAMCRO?”. She continued coughing, and Angel took the cigarette from her; and reached for her pocket, where he’d obviously noticed she’d been keeping her inhaler. Nina slapped his hand away. “I’m fine!”, she growled. “Are you trying to get SAMCRO in trouble?”. Bishop shook his head. “There’s no trouble, Nina. Reaper knows the VM might show up, and they’re ready for a fight if it comes to it. But most likely – if they do come – it’ll just be to check what kind of business we’ve been doing together. And we’ll be able to confirm that Daniella’s the snitch”. She blew out a deep breath. Bishop was right – again – but she still didn’t like it. Angel placed a hand at the back of her neck, and gently massaged it. He was trying to calm her, and succeeding slightly. “We got the Sons back, and they have ours. We’ll be fine”, he said.

Bishop looked between them, and sighed. “Look, I’ll close up here. No one’s around; so, go… Netflix and chill, or whatever it is you people do”. Angel looked at him confusedly, while Nina’s heart jumped in glee. “Bish…”. “Go! Before I change my mind”, Bishop said. “Don’t let outsiders catch you coming out of the trailer in the morning”. At this, Angel got on his feet, and more or less dragged Nina out of the door by her hand.

They hardly made it to the trailer, before Angel had his lips on hers. He pressed her against the side of it, and had his knee between her thighs. Nina was giggling at his frantic attempts to open the trailer door, while he simultaneously tried to open her bra under her top; when the sound of a trashcan falling over, made her jolt. “Racoons. There’s a shitload of them around here”, Angel said. He finally opened the door, and smacked her butt. “Get in there…”.

They spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms again; back in their own little bubble of bliss.

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Try and Try Again

Pair: Hinata x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Thigh Choking, Thigh Riding, Slight Angst, Fluff, Porn With Plot

Summary: Sometimes it’s not about meeting the right person. Sometimes it’s about the right timing.

Requested by Anon

Hinata’s always been a ball of sunshine, so when he took his first step into elementary school it was only a matter of minutes before the bright head of orange was surrounded by new classmates, all itching to talk and laugh with him. But as a grin spread across his face, he turned his head and saw you and for a second you were all he could pay attention to as he watched you chat with a group of girls in the corner of the classroom. He doesn’t really understand why his cheeks feel warm or why he can’t stop staring at the way your eyes glimmer in the sunlight and when he tries to tell his mom about it when he gets home that night, she laughs at him while he pouts up at her.

“You think she’s pretty, Shouyou.”

Pretty.

It’s not a word Hinata really understands. His mom is pretty. Flowers are pretty. But you? Pretty doesn’t quite seem to fit, but he can’t think of a better way to describe the way he feels when he stares at your hair moving as you nod your head or the way his chest feels weird when you look at him and he sees the gap in your smile as your adult teeth begin to grow in.

Hinata’s never been shy and with his interest piqued, it’s not long before he comes barreling into your life. You still laugh when you vividly remember how shocked you were when Hinata had jumped in front of your desk and told you that he thought you were pretty and that he wanted to be friends. Neither of you had talked much before that incident, so talk about a strong first impression. But when you had finally picked your jaw up from the desk, you had scrunched your nose and said “eww boys have cooties, go away” and you facepalm when you remember the sequential looks of disbelief and then determination on Hinata’s face.

Hinata sat next to you at lunch. He hovered near you during recess. He asked to be your partner when the class needed to pair off for assignments. And despite the teasing nudges and giggles your girlfriends sent you, you began to warm up to the rambunctious little boy who never failed to brighten your day.

The two of you enter middle school together side by side as friends, having moved far beyond the years of believing in cooties and you beam at each other, excited to see what this new chapter of life has in store for you. Well, you’re excited to see what this new chapter of life has in store for you. Hinata seems to already know the title of his new chapter and you watch in amazement as he steadfastly practices with his volleyball, roping in the other boys and girls from your class to help him out despite the fact that there’s no official volleyball club and that no one really knows anything about the sport.

Your club activities are done for the day and you begin to stroll towards the athletic fields, your ears already honed in as they try to listen for the familiar thumping sound of a ball hitting flesh and sure enough, there he is with an exhausted Izumi who’s begging him to call it a wrap while Hinata keeps on asking for one more set.

You laugh as you draw near and Izumi gives you a grateful look as you flick Hinata on the forehead and tell him it’s time to walk home together. But in true Hinata fashion, he pleads for you to wait a bit longer and you sit next to Izumi, easily chatting with the sweet boy as the orange-haired boy continues hitting the ball by himself. None of this goes unnoticed by Hinata and he fumbles more than he should as he watches the two of you from the corner of his eyes.

Middle school is different from elementary school and that comes as a striking realization to him when he chats with Izumi and Sekimukai at lunch one day. He’s a little late and he rushes over to the table where the two boys are sitting only to find them concentrated in conversation, their attention on the group of girls sitting in the back of the room. “She’s cute, right?” “Yeah, but her friend is also pretty.” Puzzled, Hinata asks them what they’re talking about and as his friends educate him, he begins to see you in a different light. You’re not just his friend anymore. You’re his friend that his classmates find attractive and he begins to notice the things Izumi and Sekimukai see about you. He notices the shape of your lips. He notices the color of your eyes. But most of all, he notices how his male classmates look at you when they pass and there’s a tight feeling inside of him when he sees you happily conversing with them. But it’s not until middle school graduation and the moment you hug him when you find out you’re both going to Karasuno High School that he realizes he likes you.

You on the other hand, are not nearly as naive as Hinata and there’s nothing subtle about the way Hinata flushes whenever you look at him or vies for your attention, and for once, you’re truly grateful for Hinata’s innocence, unsure of how to let down your friend if he ever musters up both the realization and courage to confess to you. But it was only a matter of time and here you both are, first-years in high school, standing underneath the school’s cherry blossom tree, you biting your lip nervously as Hinata asks you to go out with him. There’s only the sound of the wind rustling through the branches above you as you contemplate the right words to say. You gently let him down, telling him there’s nothing more in the world that you want than to still be good friends, but that you just don’t see him as anything more than that and for a second you think your heart might break at the downcast look in usually bright eyes, but you’re taken aback by a sudden squaring of his shoulders as he fiercely looks at you and tells you he won’t give up.

The next few months are a tentative dance between the two of you as you hesitantly tuck away the little gifts of chocolate and candy Hinata places in your locker and continuously emphasize that you’re just hanging out as friends when Hinata insists on asking you to go on “dates” with him. But day after day of this desensitizes you and the wrapped goodies find their way into the garbage more often than not and you find yourself more easily brushing off Hinata’s invitations to hang out. It becomes a strange game as Hinata makes his moves and you bat away every attempt, but there’s a certain playfulness to it and the two of you remain friends even if you do roll your eyes in exasperation when Hinata insists on trying to woo you. But there’s a twist to the game one day when you open your locker to find a confession letter not in the usual scrawl you’ve become accustomed to seeing and Hinata watches with his heart in his stomach as you smile at the boy who asks you out.

That’s the first day you don’t walk home with him.

The two of you still playfully banter and hang out, but there’s a hint of tension everytime you tell him you have other plans when he asks what you’re doing on the weekends. He doesn’t need to ask for more details. He knows now by the way you avert your eyes and can’t meet his gaze that it’s another date, another guy. And he watches from the sidelines as you go through boy after boy, no stranger to dating by the time you both finish first-year. But he takes solace in the fact that no one seems to stick around and when you’re single once again as summer break comes to an end and second-year is about to begin, he asks you out seriously once more.

But this time you’re more prepared and you graciously turn him down again only for your eyes to widen in surprise when he retorts right back, asking you what all of the other guys you’ve dated have that he doesn’t. Why won’t you give him even one chance? Your stomach churns at the hurt you see in your eyes, but you try to laugh it off, ruffling his hair as a smirk spreads across your face and you tease him about his height, joking that you’d never date someone so short. And your gamble pays off when you see hurt turn into a familiar furious indignation. This you could handle. And the two of you walk away from that confession with Hinata grumbling to you about the fact that he’s still growing and you laughing at his fighting words.

You still go on dates that never seem to pan out and Hinata keeps on flirting with you in his own silly way, but when third-year rolls around, your normal cadence is broken as you introduce a boyfriend to Hinata for the very first time. You’d never bothered mixing your dating life with your friends and family before seeing how short-lived all those flings had been, but this is different and Hinata sees the difference in how you say his name and how you look at him and for the first time since he had started pursuing you at the beginning of high school, Hinata feels his resolve wane.

He gives the two of you space and he tries to ignore the way the two of you smile at each other during class, the way you two hold hands as you walk through the hallways, the way you lean your head on his shoulder as the two of you eat lunch at a separate table from him. But you’ve always been able to reel him back in like a fish on a hook and he hates the way he can’t stop his heart from leaping every time he still gets a text from you or when you chat with him during class. And you don’t make it easy to shove you out of his heart when you’re wildly waving your arms around as you go on a rant about the latest thing your boyfriend did as the two of you devour a bag of chips or when you softly knock on his door, your eyes brimming with unshed tears that stream down your face when Hinata wraps his arms around you and holds you as he patiently listens to your relationship issues. It’s not ideal and he knows he’s just second place in your mind, the backup when things go haywire with your boyfriend, but if he makes you happy and if this is the only way Hinata can still stay close to you, then so be it.

The two of you are still dating when graduation comes around and he forces a smile on his face as he congratulates your boyfriend and you for getting into the same university. But he waits and waits until you’re by yourself before drawing near your side, making sure no one is nearby to witness how he removes his school uniform’s second button and places it in your trembling hands, gently closing your hands around the piece of metal. And it’s his turn to cry when he asks you out one last time, just for old time’s sake, even though he knows what the answer will be and he gives you a watery smile when your bottom lip quivers and you let out a shaky apology. He wishes you all the best and tells you to keep in touch before walking away and even when Hinata is long gone and out of sight, you remain rooted to your spot, eyes still gazing in the direction he left in until your boyfriend finds you. And before you interlace fingers with your lover and get ready for a new adventure, you safely place the button in your pocket, the tiny piece of metal weighing heavily on your heart.

You never do throw that button away and it remains in your jewelry box, a constant reminder that your eyes seem to always be drawn to no matter how much time passes. College is a whirlwind as you try and balance a new environment, studying, socializing, and your relationship, but you learn the hard way that people change and things are rocky at best between you and your boyfriend. The door slams as you throw yourself onto your bed and scream into your pillow after another stupid fight that led to both of you shouting at each other and your hand instinctively reaches for your phone, desperate to rant about your latest argument with your girlfriends. But you stop yourself when Hinata’s name flashes across your screen as you scroll through your contacts.

Your eyes flicker over to your jewelry box sitting on your desk and you guiltily reminisce on the times he would have been the first person you reached out to when the going got tough. You were selfish back then. You see that now. And your throat chokes up when you think of how it must have hurt Hinata to see and hear the person he liked rambling on and on about her love drama. It’s guilt, nostalgia, and the memory of an orange-haired boy smiling at you despite the tears trailing down his face when he asked you to keep in touch even though you broke his heart that has your fingers moving and before you can doubt yourself, you press send.

Hey. It’s been a while. How have you been?

Hinata’s never been one to hold a grudge and a surprised smile spreads across your face when a friendly message is instantly sent in response. The two of you remain in touch even as college ends, even when you officially end things with your boyfriend, even when Hinata is across the world perfecting his athletic skills in Brazil, even when you pursue your own career. And even though you haven’t seen him for years, you can’t help the way your lips curve up everytime his name pops up on your phone, a new message waiting to be read. But one particular message freezes you in your tracks and you stare stunned at your screen.

I got accepted by a professional team in Japan, so I’ll be back permanently. Let’s meet up once I’m back!

You don’t respond immediately despite a large part of you wanting nothing more than to eagerly agree, desperate to rekindle your friendship. It’s been a long time since high school and yet the haunting image of Hinata’s tear stained face eats at you and you wonder what right you have to re-enter the life of someone whose feelings you’d played with and carelessly tossed around for years. But in a moment of weakness, with a few glasses of wine and loneliness pooling in your stomach, you send your response.

Sounds like a plan.

You tug the hem of your skirt down as you seat yourself at a stool by the bar and despite the excitement you feel, you can’t help the way your fingers nervously fidget with the sleeves of your cardigan as you wait for Hinata. You’re distracted when your drink is placed on the counter and as you turn to sip on the cool liquid, you miss the athletic figure that enters the establishment. Thanking the bartender, you turn your attention back to the doorway only to almost collide with a toned chest as you spin around and you’re about to apologize when your eyes look up and the words get stuck in your mouth as you stare into familiar bright eyes.

Hinata looks good. That might be an understatement as your eyes trail across his body, taking in how muscular and broad he’s become, how his thighs bulge in his pants and your neck cranes as it adjusts to his new height. But you flush when he chuckles at your ogling and you internally smack yourself before you both catch-up, laughter and surprised exclamations punctuation your back and forth as you share the highlights of the years you’ve spent apart. Hinata’s changed so much and you stare in wonder at the newfound confidence and maturity he’s gained that mixes so perfectly with the boyish energy and vibrancy he still has. Time flies by, but you grimace when the question you’d been waiting for is finally asked.

“So are you still dating that guy from highschool?”

“No, we broke up in college.”

There’s a pause as both Hinata and you quietly sip your drinks, but you can’t help the way you throw the question right back at him, unused to the insecurity you feel around your old friend, your head imaging all the fangirls that must throw themselves at the handsome professional athlete beside you. So when he responds by shaking his head and saying there isn’t anyone in his life right now, your heart flutters in the silence that follows his words.

Conversation continues as you talk about how the rest of your classmates are doing, but when glasses empty and bills are paid, you let a calloused hand hold your hand and your cheeks warm when brown eyes nervously, but sincerely gaze at you.

“Come home with me?”

You can’t recall exactly how the two of you end up stumbling into Hinata’s apartment, too focused on the warm presence by your side, holding you close and your lips crash against each other once the front door is locked. It’s everything that Hinata is, urgent, intense, and sweet and your eyes close as you relax into the wiry arms wrapped around your waist, but you squeal when you’re suddenly being carried bridal style and swiftly plopped down onto a bed. You assist Hinata as the two of you practically tear your clothes off in your haste to touch each other, but just as you’re about to pounce on the orange-haired man, you whimper in confusion at the growled order to “stay still”. You watch as Hinata positions himself until he’s seated on the bed with you, his back against the headboard as he languidly strokes his cock, all the while pinning you with his stare as your thighs clench in your kneeling position on the opposite end of the mattress.

“I gave you so many chances to have this, to have me, but no, you decided to go off with almost every other boy in our class. What makes you think you deserve to touch any part of me now? If you want my body that badly, you better prove to me just how much you need it. Crawl over here and suck me off.”

You can feel arousal beginning to well inside of your aching pussy as you stare wide-eyed at this new side of Hinata, but you hardly need any convincing and you slowly place one hand and knee in front of the other as you crawl across the mattress, your body slightly sinking into the plush material with every moment, your tongue unconsciously licking your lips as you stare at his now completely hard cock. And when you reach him, you can’t stop yourself from practically worshipping the hard shaft in front of you, peppering it with kisses and lathering it with tiny little kitten licks, desperate to thoroughly taste him and you moan when his pre-cum mixes with your saliva.

Hinata hungrily stares at the way your eyes flutter and your thighs rub against each other in desperation just from tasting him and when you finally open your mouth in a pretty little circle and sink your painted lips down his length, he has to stop himself from bucking into your tight throat and choking you. That could wait for another time. But for now he gently cards his hand through your hair as you bob your head up and down and his thighs clench at the feeling of your tight wet hole sucking him in.

He watches how your hands caress the thick muscles on either side of your head and experimentally he begins to close the gap between them until his thighs are clenched around your neck and he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do now, your mouth stuffed full as your nose brushes against his abdomen and your eyes rolled back in your head as his thighs tighten and dig into your oxygen supply. He relaxes his hold on you, letting you get your breath back, but he’s stunned when you whine around his cock and press the outside of his legs towards each other again and with a lewd pop, you briefly pull off of him and beg to be choked again before diving back down on him. Who is he to deny what the love of his life wants? And that’s how he cums for the first time that night, coating the back of your throat as you moan louder and louder as he continues to clench his muscles around you and only when you begin to claw at the sheets does he finally release you.

The two of you pant for breath, but before you realize what’s happening, you’re being pulled into Hinata’s lap and you wail when your dripping pussy is pushed directly onto one of his thighs. You should be ashamed of how easily you slide back and forth on his skin as your arousal paints and glistens the surface, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you’re frantically humping and grinding against the hard muscle like a bitch in heat. Hinata watches in amusement at the lewd shaking of your hips and the way your tongue lolls out from your open mouth as he tweaks and tugs at your hardened nipples.

He knows it’s a little cruel to just sit back and watch, not helping you in the slightest as you desperately struggle to get yourself off, but considering the years you’d left him high and dry, surely you could live with a few minutes of your peak being just out of reach. Not to mention how he also wants to play the melody of your begging and pleading over and over again until it’s ingrained in his mind and he soaks in your wanton cries for him to help you, carefully wiping your frustrated tears away as you continue to rock back and forth on his taut muscles.

“If you cum all over my thigh like a good girl and put on a show that makes me hard again, I’ll fuck you with the cock you want so badly, okay?”

You rapidly nod your head and spurred on by the way Hinata begins to suck on one of your nipples while flicking the other with his fingers, you resume your desperate motions, your moans and the slick sound of your cunt and Hinata’s mouth filling the room. There’s nothing in your mind other than the desire to cum and the desire to be filled by Hinata’s cock and you move faster than you thought was possible as you stare at his hand slowly stroking his cock to its full length once again. And when it finally becomes fully erect and drool seeps out of your mouth at the thought of having that inside of you, the coil that had been slowly twisting inside of you finally releases and you scream as Hinata grinds his muscles into your clit, helping you literally ride your orgasm until you collapse in his arms, your body trembling from exhaustion as he murmurs how beautiful you are in your ear.

He gives you a few minutes, waiting until your body convulsions simmer down to a few twitches here and there, but you gasp when you’re thrown back onto the mattress and despite the way your mind feels like pleasured mush and despite how delirious you already feel, your thighs clench at the sight of Hinata hovering over you and you let out a high-pitched keen when you feel something hard nudging against your entrance, your leg hooking around his back, urging him deeper and deeper and you both groan when his balls bounce against your ass as he fully settles inside of you. And despite having just come down from a high, your pussy clamps around him and the intoxicating feeling of being stretched has your hoarse throat begging him to fuck you.

Hinata watches the way you writhe underneath him, eyes unseeing as you babble for more, more, more and he laughs at how the tables have turned. He pulls out and slams into you once, enjoying the sight of your breath catching and your breasts bouncing with the motion, but he remains still after that, smirking at the way your nails claw at his arms and the way you try to move your hips to fuck yourself on his hard shaft.

“Look at you. You act like you’ve never had good sex before. All the boys you dated in high school and college couldn’t satisfy you? Is that why you’re so desperate? Think about how much fun the two of us could have had if you’d just said yes the first time I asked you out. You could have had years of having this cock stuffing you full. I don’t know. Maybe I should make you wait some more. Really teach you a lesson for rejecting me year after year. Teach you a lesson for making me jack off by myself every night to the thought of you.”

“No! Hinata, I’m sorry! Please, please, please. I need you to fuck me. Your cock feels so good. Please make me cum. Wanna cum around your cock!”

And after years of pining after you and years of imagining what you’d look like underneath him, what you’d feel like around him, that’s all it takes for him to start a neck breaking pace as he slams into you over and over again, the sounds of his balls slapping against you lewdly echoing throughout the room and mixing with your pleasured screams. You feel so much better than anything his mind had made up and he hisses at how easily he slides against your wet walls, how perfectly your pussy sucks him in and milks his cock, how your head wildly tosses back and forth as your brain tries to compute the overwhelming pleasure he’s drowning you in. But even the best things come to an end and he can feel his balls tighten and his pace stutter as his release draws near and he furiously circles your clit, urging you to fall apart once again and it’s like your body is completely in tune with his as your back arches when you reach your peak at the same time he spills a second load inside of you.

Heavy breathing fills the air as Hinata carefully slumps down beside you on the bed and tugs you close to his body, brushing his nose against yours as he tenderly kisses you. And you nuzzle into him, basking in your afterglow as he murmurs praise after praise about how good you are, how beautiful you are. But when he whispers how much he loves you, you blearily try to blink the sleep from your heavy eyelids and Hinata’s face flushes when he realizes what he’d said in his pleasured bliss.

There’s a heavy atmosphere in the air as the clock on the wall ticks and Hinata prepares himself for another rejection, but the tension in his body seeps away into surprise when you just sleepily close your eyes once more with a yawn and wrap your arms tighter around Hinata.

“Usually people date before they start proclaiming their undying love for each other. Take me on a date tomorrow and we’ll see about this whole love business.”

And as your breathing evens out and a toned arm turns off the lights, brown eyes gleam in hope and excitement and the two of you fall asleep, dreaming of where your next shared adventure would take you.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #hinata x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu writing #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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hiii!! hope you are well, may i request a super duper fluffy minho x reader where they are both having late night talks about life but minho is not taking reader seriously?? but it ends up to a very cute cuddle session (fluffy please :>) thank you :DD

I made it as fluffy as I could! I hope you like it! 💕

Understanding | Lee Minho

{Stray Kids Masterlist}

Members: Lee Know

Genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

Summary: You want nothing more than to talk to your boyfriend Minho about his emotions, but he won’t take you seriously

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: minor swearing

*reader is gender-neutral

Minho has never been the best with deep conversations. Having the personality that he possesses, he makes it rather hard for people to bring up serious topics with him. His teasing and somewhat impertinent aura always overrides people’s determination to become emotionally vulnerable around him.

Minho wasn’t aware of this fact. He was quite socially dumb sometimes, not being able to see that his friends and those around him can become quite sensitive to his bickering. Everyone knows he can sometimes go too far, it was just part of Minho’s personality. Even then, there would always be someone to tell him to stop, which he never argues with.

After meeting you, his significant other for four months, he knew he had to learn to be more careful with his words, never wanting to hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable.

He wanted nothing more than for you to be able to become emotionally vulnerable around him. He always knew that serious conversations were not his strong point, but he was willing to try his best for you, in case you were ever in a situation where you want to talk to him about something significant.

You yourself always struggled with opening up to people. Although you loved Minho with your whole heart, his attitude sometimes made it even more of a struggle.

Recently, you’ve been trying to bring more serious topics into your chats with Minho. Things like being anxious about work, feeling overwhelmed from minor things and just overall your true thoughts and emotions. He would definitely convey that he’s trying his best to look after you, talking in a sweet tone and cooing at you, but it seemed a bit too baby like. You wanted to just discuss it with him, not be babied.

He seemed to have taken it as you being upset, when it was more that you wanted to just talk to him about deep subjects. Honestly, you had always wished to hear his honest thoughts on you and why he feels the way he does about you. You wanted your relationship to be a mix of both fun, teasing, laughing moments as well as loving, honest and emotionally affectionate moments. But obviously at that moment both of you were only accustomed to one of those.

You didn’t particularly blame him because you knew your relationship was still quite new. But you knew you had to become more emotionally vulnerable around each other if you wished to stay in a relationship together.

One day, you had had quite a frustrating day. You woke up late, your alarm clock not going off, meaning you had to rush out of the house to get to your university classes, not having time to give Minho a goodbye kiss. Then you were yelled at by your professor, leaving you annoyed and upset. At lunch, it only got worse when you realized you rushed so quickly out of the house you forgot to pack anything to eat.

You came home, soaked from the rain because you didn’t look at the forecast and didn’t take an umbrella, trudged through the door and threw your bag onto the bag hook aggressively. Minho had the day off, having been at dance practice and the recording studio so often during the past few weeks, so you saw him in the kitchen cooking some pasta when you walked through the house.

“Hey Y/N! How was your day?” he asked without looking at you. You didn’t answer and walked up to him briskly, throwing yourself around him and rubbing your face on his upper back. He jolted in surprise. “Woah! Haha, someone’s excited to see me,” he giggled with a cheeky smile on his face.

Although, his smile dropped when he heard small little sobs coming from behind him. He felt you grip his shirt into your fists, pressing your face harder into him.

He turned around and looked at you in worry. He wasn’t sure what to do. In the short time you have been together, he has never seen you cry. He’s seen you shed a tear while watching a sad movie with you, but he would usually tease you for it. Seeing you cry like this made his heart ache.

“Baby,” he cooed. He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head and fiddling with your hair as you sobbed quietly. “Sorry, I’ve just had such a shit day and I wanted a hug,” you mumbled into his shirt.

Minho stayed quiet for a short moment. “Of course,” he said hesitantly. “Anything for you my lil’ muffin.”

Minho tried his best to comfort you for the afternoon. He wanted to treat you like a queen to make up for the stressful day that you’ve had. He was a little bit awkward, patting your head at random moments and wiping your tears with a tissue.

You appreciated the effort he was putting into making you feel better. It made you feel less embarrassed for crying in front of him. You became happier about the ordeal because this was the first time he has really seen a weaker side of you, and he was taking care of you perfectly.

Later that night, you two were getting ready to climb into bed together, feeling tired from both the yucky weather and the frustrating day. You had gained back your happy and cheerful personality, making Minho glad that you were feeling better. You both joked around playfully while brushing your teeth in the bathroom, him pinching your waist making you almost choke.

After you had gotten changed into your pajamas, you clambered into your bed where Minho was already laying, looking at something on his phone.

You crawled up to him and leaned over him on your elbows, looking at his face in curiosity. He glanced at you from his phone and smiled, poking your cheek with his finger. “What do you want?”

You thought for a moment. Maybe this was the time to actually open up a bit. Minho had been taking care of you all afternoon, making you feel so loved and happy. It would be just the icing on the cake if you could have a cute conversation with him before sleeping. It would be a nice break to your usual antics of bantering and teasing every minute of every day.

“What are you staring at?” Minho asked, snapping you out of your daze. You smiled and looked down into his eyes before beginning to talk.

“Minho, where do you see yourself in five years?” you asked, being serious about the question.

Minho giggled and looked back at his phone. “Weird question but okay,” he answered, making you frown. “I’d want to be on an expensive yacht drinking champagne like a king.”

He wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t see that you didn’t smile to laugh at his response. “No, I mean where do you see yourself with me?” you tried again.

Minho smirked and looked at you mischievously. “I mean, will we still be together in the next five years? I think we would end up tearing each other apart out of annoyance.”

You could tell he was joking, but you thought it was rather cruel to say after the day you’ve had. He was having one of those moments where he goes a little too far with his teasing, but you didn’t have the patience to deal with it that night.

“You know what? Forget it Minho,” you said coldly. You pulled yourself underneath the duvet and rolled onto the other side of the bed, facing away from him.

Minho felt the harshness in your words, and he realized you weren’t joking. He put his phone down on the bedside table and sat up to talk to you, panicking a little about belittling your feelings.

“Wait baby, I’m sorry. That was probably a bit mean of me.” he said sorrowfully as he shakes your arm to get your attention.

You rolled over and looked at him. “Well yeah it was. I mean we’ve had such a lovely afternoon together and I actually thought you would have a nice chat with me before we sleep considering you were so worried when I came home crying.”

Minho looked into your eyes and brought his hand up to your cheek to stroke it. “I know, I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that, it was insensitive of me,” he mumbled, looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

You laid there for a second, enjoying the feeling of Minho’s warm touch on your skin, feeling comforted already.

“Come here,” you said to him.

Minho laid right next to you and let you wrap your arms around his shoulders in a close hug. He closed his eyes and leant his forehead against yours, his fringe and breath tickling your face.

“I’ll be honest,” he finally spoke up. You opened your eyes to look at him. “I want to stay with you for as long as possible. You make me feel so at home and happy. I would never be able to find someone who matches with me just as well as you do. I wonder everyday how you manage to deal with my teasing and blunt honesty, because I know if it was anyone else, they wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

You tightened your arms around him and chuckled at him. “You’re right, Minho. No one else can handle you and your sly tricks. You’re lucky to have me.”

Minho looks into your eyes and how they were reflecting the moon’s light that shone through the window next to your bed. “I know I am,” he said.

He leaned into you and pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You moved your lips against his slowly, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Minho wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body and rubbing your skin lovingly. You felt so loved and safe in his arms, happy that both of you finally had a moment where you showed your true deep feelings.

Finally, you pulled away from his lips and he chased after yours, making you giggle and place a hand against his chest so you could speak. “Thanks Minho, I love you so much,” you admit, rubbing your nose against his playfully. He smiled and looked away from your eyes, flustered.

“Aww is my tough boyfriend flustered by me?” you teased, pinching his waist making him squirm.

“Shut up,” he whined, ticking you back.

You both fell asleep soon after, facing each other and feeling each other’s breaths on your faces. Minho was finally beginning to learn how to be more sensitive and open about his and yours emotions, and he was happy to keep trying his best to be the most amazing boyfriend you could ever have, as long as he got to cuddle and kiss you like that every night.

Author’s Note: I want to clarify that this was not at all written with the intention to bash Minho’s real personality! This is purely for fictional purposes!

I hope you enjoyed anon! I added a bit onto the storyline if that’s okay.

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styleshollands · 4 years

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KIWI | t.h.

Summary: Tom goes to a Harry Styles concert expecting a good time but instead is met with his girlfriend, Y/N, singing a much too intimate song with the star of the show.

Warnings: angst! platonic!best friend!harry 🥺 jealous!tom with a little heartbreak but da fluff! comes through at the end :)

Pairing: singer!female!reader x Tom Holland

A/N: this is super long and all over the place but i hope you like it! my requests are open!

"Man, I'm really excited to see Harry Styles tonight! Filming in London just got so much better." Zendaya spoke with a huge smile on her face. Tom, Harrison and Jacob all agreed with her in unison, feeling quite jittery themselves. "You know, I heard he's bringing out a guest for one song, I wonder who it'll be." Harry quizzed aloud, causing the group to spring into a debate about who it'd be. Tom stayed silent, feeling a little ache in his heart. He had been apart from his girlfriend, Y/N, for only a day due to her rehearsals and his filming which he usually would be able to deal with but tonight was different. Harry Styles was Y/N's best friend. The two were always attached at the hip, enough to the point where any third person around the pair would feel like the odd one out. Harry always made Tom think of you, which he didn't mind usually but tonight he did. He wanted you to be there with him singing along, having the time of your life. Tom himself was quite close with Harry and he admired the friendship you two shared so, not having you here tonight was really getting him down. But, he put on a smile, getting ready to enjoy the night and cheer Harry on for the both of you.

"Alright London, for this last song I'm gonna bring out a very special guest." The crew's ears heightened at this, Tom feeling especially excited to see the guest. "In fact, I actually wrote this song about her. She's been my best friend for ages now and we've had a lot of adventures together." Harry spoke with a chuckle and it seemed that the fans had gotten the hint as well as all of Tom's friends but he was still dazed. It couldn't be you, you would've told him. Before his thoughts could continue, Harry spoke up again, "So, London, put your hands together for the very special and beautiful, Y/N L/N!" and out you walked in all your glory. You sported red silk trousers with a flare at the bottom, a black lace tanktop, that fit your body perfectly and a red silk blazer to go overtop. To top the look off, a big red bow made of toule was tied around your neck. When you stood next to Harry, you two looked perfectly in sync. He sported the same style but in yellow and purple. "Hi London! Just F.Y.I, I made him say all that." You said with your signature smirk adorning your face. The crowd broke into an uproar of cheers and Harry laughed in the mic and said, "'Tis true, I really don't like her that much." At which you shoved him. You two continued your banter on the stage, interacting with fans while Tom sat starstuck. "Holy Shit! It's Y/N!" Harrison said causing the group to break out in cheers. "Aye, that's our girl!" Zendaya said, sporting a proud grin. "I can't believe it's her, she didn't tell me anything about this." Tom said, feeling dejected, an unkown and uncomfortable feeling of jealousy settling over his heart as he watched Harry pull you into his side, telling jokes to the crowd to which you fondly laughed. "I think it slipped her mind, mate, relax." Harrison piped up, sensing that his best friend felt excluded and forgotten. Tom only nodded, keeping his eyes trained on you, noticing the grin on your face and the way you had your arm slung around Harry's neck, staring up at him with the personification of heart eyes.

"She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a little bit of intellect." Harry began the song, looking over at you as you shouted it out at the crowd. You brought your mic up to sing the next part. When the chorus rolled around and both you and Harry's voices were mixing perfectly, the lyrics stung Tom's heart. "I'm havin' your baby, it's none of your business." The moment those words left your mouth, Harry's introduction from earlier rang loud in Tom's mind. "I wrote this song about her". Tom listened to the rest of the song, his mind playing a game of tennis between each lyric and Harry's words.

"When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus, in a black dress, such an actress." - "I wrote this song about her."

"Driving me crazy, but I'm into it." - "I wrote this song about her"

"Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet." - "I wrote this song about her."

"Shes all over me it's like I paid for it." - "I wrote this song about her."

The song finally ended, Harry and you laced hands and bowed in front of the crowd, thanking them and then walking off. "That was so sick! They killed it!" Jacob said excitedly, no one picking up on Tom's discomfort. They all walked out of the stadium, talking to fans and taking a few pictures here and there. Just as they neared their cars, someone called out, "Guys! Wait for us!" followed by two pairs of footsteps running towards them. Harry and you ran across the street with your hands linked and as soon as you neared Tom, you leaped into his arms. "Hi baby, I missed you!" you said into his ear, to which he grumbled a "yeah me too", leaving you confused but you simply brushed it off, greeting and conversing with the others.

"Tom, why are you being so weird! You were quiet while we were talking to everyone and you were quiet the whole way back! What is up wi-" he cut you off before you could finish, "Why didn't you tell me you were performing tonight?" You looked at him, entirely confused, reaching for your phone. "I did, Tom." you replied while unlocking your phone and pulling up the texts. "Look I said it ri-, oh shit!" your eyes scanned over the texts, seeing what you had told him, "hey bub, im rehearsing tonight for the concert, sorry i didn't tell u earlier, it's a bit last minute! i'll see u soon, love u" "Tom I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to what I was typing, this text was meant to tell you about the concert. I'm sorry, that's on me." you said feeling guilty about not informing him, making him feel completely out of the loop, which he hated. "Yeah it's okay, I was overreacting anyway, let's just go to bed." Tom said, the lyrics of the song still ringing in his mind. Before he could walk away, you tugged on his arm, pulling you both down onto the couch. "Thomas, I know you better than this, I know somethings bothering you so please tell me what it is." He sucked in a deep breath and began, "That song you both performed together, he said he wrote it about you, the lyrics, t-they were so, so intimitate, it, uh, sounded like you guys have had more than just a platonic relationship and I-i guess that made me, uh, real uncomfortable." he finished with a blush adorning his cheeks and a few tears pooling in his eyes. "Oh, Tommy, I'm so sorry, it's not like that at all! Harry and I wrote this song together about 5 years ago and it's actually just this joke we have, even among the fans, about a night that never happened! All of the lyrics are pulled from imagination, I promise! I totally would've told you about it but to be honest, I completely forgot about it, it was so long ago and so unimportant. Still, that's no excuse and I'm so sorry it made you uncomfortable." You let out, grabbing his hand tightly, afraid to let him go. "Oh my God, that's such a relief." He sighed out, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. "Jesus, I almost died of heartbreak. I love you and thank you for clearing that up." "I'm so sorry baby, I love you so much." You pulled him into a soft kiss, caressing his arms, as if telling him how much you love him and only him.

#tom holland fluff #tom holland and y/n #dating tom holland #tom holland angst #tom holland one shots #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagines #harry styles #tom holland blurb

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channoticedmeuwu · 3 years

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— personal

name - kai + naba (naba is my local name, kai is my online/international name; call me kai it makes me feel special ;3;)

birthday - 4th June

mbti - enfp

ethnicity - (south) asian

pronouns - she/her

zodiac - gemini

languages - fluent ; english, urdu. somewhat ; hindi, arabic, korean

colors : dark shades of any color, pastels, pale colors, greens, blues, whites, browns, reddish shades of pink

flowers : hibiscus, daisy

biases : seungmin, donghyuck, yeji, ryujin, jihyo, sana, taeyong, ten, renjun, jisung (nct), hendery, yangyang, doyoung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, yeosang, mingi, hongjoong, yoongi, namjoon, hoseok, sejun, subin, byungchan, chan (victon), yeonjun, heuningkai, beomgyu, moonbyul, jennie, wonpil, jae (ill add more if i missed someone aaaa)

→ my hero academia, strong woman do bong soon, zootopia, toy story franchise, cars franchise. sky castle, inside out, the amazing world of gumball, sonic the hedgehog, five nights at freddy's, ben 10, kpop, basically every disney/pixar movie in existence

→ video games also played and still play a very big role in my life and i relied on them growing up and it brought my family closer together. Which is why i literally take everything way more sensitively when it comes to video games! so if you see me crying on the dash over a video game not saving or messing up, this is probably why. I’m not overreacting, its just one of my most happy escapes and not being able to access it when I need it most triggers me beyond than what I thought it would aaa :(

— writing

groups (this can change tho) -> nct -> stray kids -> enhypen

genres -> fluff -> angst -> comedy -> maybe slight dark themes (like mentions of murder, maybe mentions of bad pasts, mentions/usage of alcohol or something like that, just for plot development or something like that, never just for the hell of it, and it won’t take a big part of the story either lmfao) -> no smut (you heard me) -> nothing too sensitive, like mentions of s//cide, none of the characters have mental illnesses, it’s a big topic and definitely not something I would be making imagines for young 14 year olds about. Though, exceptions can be made, depending on me. I’ll give a warning and include a “read more” cut if I do include it in a fic. Please read with caution.

alot of aus tho

-> also some flirty banter so be prepared

-> also be somewhere around 13 or above when you read bc the idea of getting into a relationship before the age of 13 or so is just so weird to younger audiences. My stories also do involve some sort of mature stuff that an 11 yr old would find weird like the triggering topic of murder, heavy descriptions, maybe a little make out sessions which may or may not influence you in the wrong way and make you perceive things weirdly which is totally not my intention. It’s weird pls don’t be 11 and be reading my stories it’s gonna be weird uwu

-> my works are all fictional and do not involve members in their real personalities, so do not perceive them in that way. Any situations/settings are all made-up, are fictional, and if there are any mixes up with real life, its all a mere coincidence unless as stated as otherwise.

damn this got longer than I thought it would

#about me #about the author #writing #kpop #rules

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knjnvrland · 4 years

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Prank Wars - ch.5

> pairing | jungkook x reader

> word count | 3k

> genre | college!au, fluff, smut, angst

> warnings | swearing, alcohol consumption

> synopsis | College can be a stressful time in anyone’s life as it is, why don’t we throw a little prank war in the mix to make it harder?

> fic masterlist

> A/N | English is not my first language, I’m sorry for the eventual spelling mistake, please let me know if you find any!

CHAPTER 5 - Yogurt

“Hey y/n, can I borrow a pen?” Jungkook was sitting across from you at the library, you just turned your case at him so he could grab whatever he needed.

There were a few of you studying for your exams on the shared table. Alice was already used to this new weird friendship between you and Jungkook, seeing as she met with you at the entrance of Yoongi's building the day she got back after your terrible date had happened, and you just ended up explaining everything to her, but the rest of the group was still very much confused and not really adapting to these new dynamics.

Every time you and Jungkook had any type of friendly interaction, a weird look would be exchanged between the boys who happened to be near, this time it was Namjoon and Jimin. Namjoon was actually studying for a test, while also helping you out with yours, seeing as he still had his notes from when he took that class, but Jimin was just hiding out from Hoseok, as the older one had been texting him for hours now wanting to have an extra rehearsal that day.

“Why is Hobi texting the group chat asking where you are?” Alice was taking a break on her phone.

“I swear to god if any of you rat me out our friendship is over” Jimin’s desperation was made clear in the tone of his voice, and none of you dared to contradict him.

“Why can’t you just tell him you’re tired today?” You asked, pushing your laptop away from you to rest your eyes for a bit.

“Or maybe just tell him the true” Jungkook added “we can’t put up with his shit anymore” he then found a pack of gun in your case and took one out, not really asking if he could, and extending another one to you, which you took gladly. Jimin looked weirded out by the small interaction again, but didn’t say anything.

“He helped me out a lot last year, I can’t do this to him” he dropped his face on the table with a sight.

“But you also have a lot to do, just tell him the truth” you insisted “besides you can’t keep this up for long, he’s coming to meet me here in a few” at that both boys across from you widened their eyes.

“fuck, where can we hide?” Jungkook was already gathering his stuff.

“wait, you’re also hiding from him?” Jimin was quick to follow.

“Yeah, I told him I had a dentist’s appointment, now hurry, he can be here any second” Jungkook was already putting back his coat and grabbing his stuff.

“you can hide at the studio, I’m going there now, I can let you in” Alice took her chance to scape the extra studying she was supposed to be doing, and started packing her stuff.

“will Yoongi be cool?” Jungkook stopped his frenetic getaway moves. Ever since his prank, and specially after Yoongi heard what came after with your date, he was banned from the studio. Yoongi even went as far as changing the password for the front door, and refused to help Jungkook out with the music classes he was taking on the side, even though he promised he would.

“Yeah, we’ll grab him food on the way there, I can help you out, he was talking about needing you this past week anyway, this might as well be your best shot” Alice started moving to the door without looking back, and the boys shared a look before following her. They were halfway out when Jungkook turned around and ran back to you, dropping the pen he just borrowed in front of you and giving you a quick peck on the top of your head while saying a barely understandable ‘thanks’, you couldn’t even respond and he was already gone again.

Your brother gave you the weirdest look, at which you only rolled your eyes and slammed your notebook shut. “let's go to Jin’s, I need coffee, I’ll explain everything there”.

“Wow ok I wish I knew all that a couple days ago when I bumped into Ray” Namjoon was beside you at a small table in the corner of your older brother’s cafe.

“It's honestly not that big of a deal” you sipped on your latte, wishing it was still as warm as when you got it. The story took longer to tell then you expected because of the thousand questions Namjoon interrupted you with. “If anything it helped me realize that Jungkook is not that bad”

“Of course he’s not that bad” Jin took the empty chair across the two of you “but why is he not that bad, again?”

“oh my god it’s such a long story, ask Joon to update you later” you grabbed one of the scones he sat in front of you and took a bite “hmm that’s actually the best one so far”. It was becoming routine for whenever you dropped by, you’d be forced to try a new recipe.

“Right? I told Alice this was the best one, but she insists on arguing the pecan one is what should be on the menu.” He took a piece of it as well “see? It’s great! I’m a genius!” That being said, he stood up and disappeared to the kitchen again, only to pop his head back out “I haven’t forgotten about Jungkook, once these cookies are ready I’m coming back out and want to hear everything about it!”. You rolled your eyes and Namjoon dismissed him, the two of you being used to the gossipy side of your older sibling.

“As I was about to tell you” Namjoon continued “if you ever need anyone to beat him up-“

“I’ll ask Jin” you completed, and although annoyed, Namjoon couldn’t really contradict, you all knew that Seokjin was the one who putted more hours in his working out and was definitely the strongest of your friend group. “but no one is getting beat up, let’s just forget he ever existed”.

“It’s your call” Joon finished his iced americano in a gulp “but you and JK are good, right?”

“Yeah, I think we’re friends. The morning after I slept over I woke up to him making me scrambled eggs, I can’t really stay mad after that”. It was true, you woke up really confused, not knowing where you were, but your sense of smell was the one to remind you, first with the peach scent all around you, and then with the smell of fresh breakfast. You were surprised to see Jungkook at the kitchen, specially because he never helped when all of you got together to cook, and the sight of him in an apron, in front of the stove, humming softly to himself, was an image that warmed your heart and you couldn’t shake off of your head ever since.

“I’m glad, we were all starting to worry how far the pranks would go, Tae even started a bet” he chuckled “the strange thing is that he betted on you” at that you laughed out loud. The thought of Taehyung siding with you was not a frequent one on your mind. You were about to ask Namjoon what the actual bet was, when Jimin bursted through the doors of the cafe, startling a couple of girls in the table by the entrance.

“You!” Jimin pointed your way, and took four steps, if much, to cross the whole cafe and stand beside the table “You’re going to help me”.

“What now?” You were already dreading your next task. The last time Jimin requested your help with such urgency you had to pretend that you were his jealous girlfriend to get him out of a horrible date.

“Jungkook. I must kill him” he was out of breath as if he ran all the way to the coffee shop as he plopped himself down on the empty chair your older brother was just in a few minutes earlier.

“Ok I can’t deal with this again” Namjoon shoved the rest of his croissant down his throat “leave Jungkook alone” you could barely understand him, but you figured out what it was, as he took his book and moved to sit on the counter where Jin was now finishing up a few orders.

“I don’t know if you realized, but our war is over” you clarified to Jimin “no more pranks for me”.

“Oh but it isn’t” Jimin stole the rest of the scone you still had in front of you “your new bff-“

“not my bff” you interrupted.

“whatever!” Jimin was clearly not up for the banter. “that asshole that we let hang out with us sold me out to Hoseok and I just spent the last hour of my life filling up his and Taehyung’s place”

“and my brother is not the target here because…?” You stole back the final bite of your food.

“because he set me up with a freshman last week and I swear to god it was the best head I've ever-“

“ew okay TMI! How many dates can you even fit in your schedule?” You were honestly impressed.

“not important” he then tried to steal a sip of your latte and you just gave it all to him. It was cold anyway. “the point is, I want blood -or at least some very public form of humiliation- and I need your help”

You rolled your eyes but you knew that you could never say no to Jimin. “okay, what do I have to do?”.

You were outside the boy’s changing room. Every Monday and Wednesday you had running practice, and every single time you ended up bumping into Jungkook as he went to his swimming practice. It was so routine that you never even acknowledged it. But Jimin noticed it, apparently, as he texted you your sign.

Chim Chim: yogurt You: ? Chim Chim: that’s the sign You: you could’ve just said that Chim Chim: just go ffs You: ok ok You: but if I get caught You: you’re paying for my food for a month Chim Chim: just fucking go omg

You tucked your phone inside the pocket of your hoodie and carefully opened the door. You could listen the sound of the showers running, and a few boys talking on the room next door, but there was no one on sigh. You tiptoed your way to locker number 10 -of course his number would be 10- and was about to unlock it with the numbers scribbled down your hand when you noticed it was open. What an idiot, honestly. The door cricked as it opened and you stopped breathing, afraid anyone could hear it. But no, all the human noises still came from de other room. You opened the bag you had with you and quickly began shoving everything in the locker inside it. After a few seconds pondering -you couldn’t spend that much more time in there anyway-, you retrieved his bucket hat and his car keys, putting those back into the locker and closing it without locking it back, as if you were never even there.

Once you were out of there, you finally released the breath you were holding in, and texted Jimin to let him know it was done. Then you made your way outside the building to meet up with the rest of the dancers that were waiting in the cafeteria across the entrance of the gymnasium.

“How did it go?” Taehyung was sipping on a soda can, while Hoseok scrolled through his phone and Jimin looked at you expectantly.

You set your bag on the table and opened it, revealing every single one of Jungkook’s itens of clothing, as well as his phone, wallet and house keys. “I left behind his car keys” you pointed outside the window, to a car parked up front that you knew was his “and his hat” you smiled triumphantly and highfived the three boys, taking your empty seat again.

Now it was all a matter of time as the three of you patiently awaited for the show. It was about 5pm of a Monday, and the cafeteria, as well as that area of the campus, was fully packed. It took longer than any of you anticipated, as you watched while Jungkook’s friends left the building laughing, but with no sign of the younger man. You were typing away an idea for a short story in your phone when you heard Jimin’s loud laugh beside you, startling you. Soon enough, everyone near you was laughing, as they all looked outside to a, you guessed, very naked Jungkook streaking across the street with only his hat covering what he could manage to cover with it, and car keys in hand.

Just as he unlocked his car, right before he got in and away from all the stares, jokes and, surely, people photographing his ass, he looked straight at your table -straight at you. You smiled apologetic and could see a glint of something in his eyes, although you could not understand what that meant. As Jungkook drove away, the three remaining boys congratulated you and each other once again, and Jimin stood up with Jungkook’s things to drive to the younger boy’s place and give it all back. Jimin had his fun, but he was not a terrible enough person to leave someone at our day and age more than a few hours without their phone. Besides, how could Jungkook check out the pics already being posted all over social media without it?

Once again, you felt a bit bad, but it didn’t last long as when you were leaving the cafeteria, you could already hear a group of girls sitting by the register commenting on Jungkook’s physique, and you could tell that the whole scene that took place minutes before would only bust up his reputation. You could understand why, the amount of sports the kid did really were showing, but just before you could let your imagination run too wild, your phone rang with a twitter notification. Yup, definitely a reputation booster. Jungkook would have to thank Jimin, after all.

The last few weeks of the semester went by fast, and soon enough your last week of classes was here. You had just left Hoseok final performance, the one that Jungkook, Jimin and Tehyung had been practicing with him, and went out to grab a few commemorative drinks. You were all a bit tipsy by them, with Jimin and Taehyung leaving the group table to dance and Namjoon off somewhere with a girl. The rest of you still on the table were making small talk to the best of your ability, trying to ignore the loud music coming from all around you.

“I’m going to get another beer, anyone want anything?” Jin stood up first, and all of you nodded, agreeing on another round.

“I’ll go with you” you had to stand up to let Hobi pass, and that’s when you noticed the whole room spin around.

“Careful there” Yoongi held your arm, giving you support and helping you sit down again.

“Someone already had too much” Alice teased and you glared at her general direction, not really being able to focus.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this” you had your last big final in a couple of days, and could already tell the next one would be lost on you, you were never good at studying after a night out.

“We can go home now sweets” Alice extended her hand to hold yours across the table “I can’t have a late night today anyway” she turned to Yoongi to give him a pack on the lips, and then motioned you to stand up with her. Jungkook ended up helping you out, but you were not that drunk that you couldn’t walk straight, it just took you a while to get used to the change from sitting to standing. You locked arms with Alice while she ordered an Uber, and the two of you made your way to the front door.

Yoongi and Jungkook watched as you left, and soon after Jin and Hoseok came back with the drinks.

“Where did they go?” Jin took his sit back by Jungkook.

“They left” Yoongi took a sip of the fresh beer in front of him “y/n was drunk and Alice has to wake up early”

“Well, more for us then” the three man clinked their bottles and were about to chug them down when something buzzed under Hobi’s butt “what the-“ he took your phone from under him, which was buzzing with some unknown number on it “someone forgot their phone”.

“It’s y/n’s” Jungkook recognized your case straight away. It was a simple transparent one, but you had the habit of pressing flowers in the middle of your books, and then using them to decorate everything you own. And there it was, in between your phone and the case, a small turquoise dry flower. “I can drop by to hand her tomorrow” he extended his hand, but Hoseok was hesitant to give it away.

“How can I trust that this is not another one of your pranks?” He moved the phone further away from his friend.

“How could it be if I didn’t even know she was going to forget her phone?” He stated the obvious, at which Yoongi agreed, motioning for Hobi to just give it away. "I spoke with Alice about dropping by tomorrow to do my laundry anyway, the last machine in our building broke a few weeks ago and I’ve been using theirs”.

“That’s convincing enough for me” he gave Jungkook the phone, and the boy tucked it in his front pocket after setting it to silent mode.

They kept drinking for a few more hours, but ended up having to carry Taehyung and Jimin out as the two boys were too drunk to walk properly, and the night ended with a lot of babysitting on the older guys side, with Jungkook disappearing as soon as he could, along with Hobi, and Namjoon never returning from his escapade, Yoongi stood around to help take them to Jin’s place and just spent the night there. Because of the confusion, however, they didn’t see the many missed calls from Alice’s phone the next morning, with you freaking out on the other side.

>A/N | not gonna lie I really love writing the pranks. Have a nice day, wherever and whoever you are :)

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que-pasa-calabasa · 5 years

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que-pasa-calabasa’s Good Omens fic rec masterpost

In no particular order, except for the fact that I’m putting all the PWP (or close approximations thereof) together at the bottom. Some will be not be show-canon compliant as they predate the release. Summaries are copy-pasted from the ao3 summary; italics are my own commentary added.

is it that we are dying? (5k, G): England, 1349, the middle of the 14th century. The black death rages, and Aziraphale has to help a dying demon escape from a church. Sad and sweet, completely indulgent hurt/comfort

Don’t Play With Holy Water (30k, M): When the Bentley goes missing, Crowley isn't sure what to make of it. Unbeknownst to him, a certain lurking demon is waiting to settle an old score... A wild ride full of peril and body-swapping, Aziraphale is a BAMF

Mirror, Mirror (44k, T): Adam, Eve, and Crawly flee Eden through the Western Gate, and it turns out that that simple decision makes all the difference in the world... Parallel-universe Crowley is hilariously evil, regular-degular Crowley takes a turn as the bad-ass

with my mind on my money (and my money on my mind) (3k, T): Mr. Fell was as eccentric as Tim might expect a rare book dealer with a connoisseur's knowledge of cannabis strains to be, and he couldn't help being fond of him. Aziraphale and Crowley do weed, what more is there to say?

In which Adam challenges Crowley to a drinking contest and it is a terrible idea (1k, T): It is a rather foolish thing to set a bet with the devil, or even with a devil, unless you have an ace—or better yet, all the aces in the deck—up your sleeve.But if you are the Antichrist, the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is Called Dragon, Spawn of Satan, etc., etc., well…you were born with all the aces up your sleeve, and the only admonishment you need is “Have fun, kiddo, and don’t screw him over too hard.” Pure humor, entertaining drunk!Crowley

Game Over, Insert Coin (14k, M): An Account of Certain Events occurring in the Groundhog Day AU no one asked for, in strict accordance as shall be shewn with Narrative Interference of an (Un)predictable Nature for the Sleepless Reader. Exactly what it says on the tin, all your normal Groundhog Day AU angst

A Matter of Convenience (12k, T): “You know,” Crowley rasped as he struggled to scrape himself off the ground, “I can't shake the feeling that there must be an easier way to go about this.”A possible take on the birth of the Arrangement. There’s some sadness, some historical fun, and some Hurt Boys (tm)

Rarefied Air (3k, E): Earth is getting older, news is getting worse, and an angel has to go to extreme heights to get any peace and quiet at all. But as close as you can get to Heaven, you're still never far from Hell. (Hell hasn't frozen. Crowley nearly has.) There’s explicit sex in this but it’s so much more than PWP

Dark and Stormy Night (or Never Underestimate an Angel) (5k, T): “Hmph. I suppose you think that, just because I’m an angel, that I’m too tame to read a scary story properly?” Silly and cute, Crowley and Aziraphale are weird godfathers to the Them

The Curse of Horemheb (66k, M): “The locals call her Bibân el Molûk, but she’s better known as the Valley of the Kings.”Or: Aziraphale and Crowley run into each other in Luxor in 1908 and find themselves confronted with the consequences of actions three thousand years old. Sprawling multi-era adventure with some good fun tropes

off the record (8k, T): Crowley has to submit a biannual report, but there are some things that he often neglects to include. Cute, sweet almost-meta on the natures of Crowley and Aziraphale

A Sticker Situation (1k, G): Everyone's favorite angel and demon are innocently driving past a gas station when Crowley notices a giveaway that he absolutely must participate in. Crowley is a huge James Bond nerd

Under the Apple Tree (6k, T): Crowley finds himself in a tight spot, and Aziraphale dares to hope his help could turn into something more. Devastating, if you like tragic hurt/comfort this is the one for you

Essentially Social Chameleons (2k, G): In short, Aziraphale and Crowley are not as good at blending in with mortals as they think they are. There are better places to discover this than Newton and Anathema's baby's christening, but, well, we're here now. Very silly, one my my favorite genres (humans are confused by Crowley and Aziraphale)

the bucket list (13k, E): There was a certain look that Aziraphale wore occasionally—a pinched sort of moue that looked like he’d just taken a very large mouthful of cinnamon—which meant he thought Crowley was being ridiculous. He had put it on.“Hang on,” he had said. “You want us to do human things?” *If you're going to go native, you might as well go all the way. Crowley and Aziraphale decide to try some fun human things, there’s some obvious smut but it’s not what it’s really about

Milton Was Right (1k, T): Adam knows where most babies come from, but is pretty sure that doesn't apply to him. Aziraphale and Crowley show their usual levels of competence in explaining where antichrists come from. Just...extremely funny

it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) (5k, T): It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale.Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is. Or: The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho. One of my favorites

HERE BE SMUT

The One in Which Crowley Discovers Wanking (5k, E): It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin. Also what it says on the tin, Crowley jacks off while Aziraphale sort of helps

Come Fuck Me Hips (5k, E): Crowley has had a fantasy about Aziraphale for centuries now. Too bad the angel would never take him up on it. Except, as it turns out, he absolutely would. Crowley’s a bottom and Aziraphale is a service top, this is pretty much the only dynamic I accept

I Was Born to Love You (28k, E): Crowley shows up to take Aziraphale to lunch, and for the first time in quite a good while, he flashes just a bit of ankle. And that's how it all begins. Fun banter, hot sex

The Mysteries of Ladies’ Knickers (2k, E): Somewhere in the fall of 1963, Aziraphale was issued a new body. Later, he was never entirely sure if the mix-up following the assignment of its replacement was intentional or purely accidental. He had his suspicions. Crowley was not sure how to feel about it. It’s hot, Aziraphale is a woman temporarily, there’s sex, you know the drill

Love Hath Made Thee a Tame Snake (3k, E): He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing. Kind of borderline fluff/smut, the first half is mostly cute snake!Crowley

Killer Queen (2k, E): In hindsight, Crowley reflected, it was probably not one of his best or brightest ideas to introduce a six-thousand-year-old virgin to the subtle and intricate matters of sexual intercourse. Things could, frankly speaking, get a little out of hand. (Or, Aziraphale has a sexual awakening.) Oh God, hilarious and sexy, Aziraphale treats sex like food and wants to try aLL THE THINGS

Tryst on a Hot Church Roof (2k, E): Crowley has some fantasies. Aziraphale encourages him to explore them and not to be embarrassed. Neither of them can really take roleplay seriously but they still have a good time. Those nerds trying to sexily roleplay and failing is one of my fav tropes

#good omens #fic rec

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proofthatihaveaheart · 5 years

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Captain Marvel fic recs

i wrote this ages ago, during the summer, and then forgot to post it - but better late than never! it’s got a mix of gen, carol/jess, and carol/maria fics on it, including both comics and mcu fic. enjoy!

Gen

Galactic Response Time by SassySnowperson (Carol & Fury, 5k): All the OTHER times Nick Fury texted Carol Danvers. // May 4th, 2012 Get your ASS over here there is an INVASION. Aliens are coming out of the SKY HELP US // May 10th, 2012 "Invasion, Fury, the word you used was invasion! I made it across three quarters of the galaxy in six days! Where are the aliens?" [I love this fic and the way it so perfectly captured Carol and Fury’s dynamic. THE DIALOGUE! IT’S JUST SO GOOD! Their banter is fun and there are some genuinely sweet moments.]

whatever it takes (and i couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted) by pratz (5k): In which Tony called Carol glowing space Jesus, and Carol did her best to understand the weight of 3.2 million lives lost. [An AU of Endgame focusing on Carol and her journey in processing what happened and what she can do about it. I love the characterization and her interactions with the other characters, particularly Tony.]

Carol/Maria

All Around [Reminders of You] by sinandmisery (1k): The first year is the worst. [Maria and Monica’s grief over Carol’s ‘death’, framed around Christmas. Some good and painful angst.]

another place, another time by sorrybaby (1k): In every lifetime but this one, Carol gets to love Maria. [Oof, this one hurts and it’s absolutely brilliant. It’s Carol/Maria and endgame Carol/Val and sometimes you can love someone but not be with them. Because sometimes life is like that and you miss one another. Lots of good pining and learning to let go. Bonus Nat + Carol friendship.]

a simpler place in time by Elisattack (3k): It starts like this: Carol blows up. // Actually, it starts like this: Carol falls down, then she gets right back up again. Her dad shakes his head at her bruised knees and cut face, and calls her unladylike. She says fuck him, and fuck any man that tells her what to do. [Tracks through Carol and Maria’s relationship from the early days to getting together to the events of CM + Endgame and afterwards. Lovely writing and character work. One of my favorite works of this kind]

brave face talk so lightly by lesbiyawn (1k): Carol is stubborn. Carol is hot-headed. Carol can’t help it if some people deserve a just beating. Maria knows this. It’s why she loves Carol calls Carol her best friend. [Pre-canon and pre-relationship fluff that is both sweet and very them]

do you have to let it linger by whyyesitscar (2k): in the wake of carol's crash, maria has to explain everything to a lot of different officials. only one of them seems to get it. (Maria talks to Peggy. Beautiful fic about grief and the people who can understand it.)

jambalaya (please be my baby) by carol_danvers (6k): Loving Maria comes easier than anything else ever did. Carol won't say she wants to be more than friends, not when she has so much to lose, but she'll tell her in everything but name.AKA Carol tests out pet names, Maria gets pregnant, and they fall a bit more in love. [One of my favorite get-together fics, the writing is so good and I love the development of their relationship, the PINING and the obliviousness, it’s gold.]

kisses under my palm by neon_air (1k): Carol Danvers has been kissed before but never by the one person she wanted it from most. [All the different kisses Carol has had, and love. A lovely one-shot.]

Lightning Crash by Monochrome_girl (2k): Carol is here to stay. Maria is still getting used to having her back. [Carol stays and they reconnect. It’s a lovely progression of the two relearning each other and building a life together that also involves collecting alien scraps and it’s sweet.]

Love’s Labors Lost by lesbians_and_puns (3k): After Carol finds a home planet for the Skrull, she returns to Louisiana to try to get her old life back, but when she finds an old photograph of herself and Maria on Maria's bedside table, they both realize how much they're still missing. [An angsty take on Carol’s return and the things people can say because life is stressful and complicated and sometimes you hurt the people you love without meaning to. It’s really good, it also hurts.]

we were too close to the stars by inkwelled (1k): "God, what did they do to you," Maria whispers, wrapping another bandage around Carol's bicep. / For all it's worth, Carol doesn't even wince. [This hurts but in a delicious way. There’s a kind of soft aching quality to the angst, it’s premium, good stuff, you can feel the love.]

Carol/Jessica

Always Falling by sariane (2k): “What do you want?”“I don’t want to be her sloppy seconds. I want all of it, all the corny relationship stuff. I want the dumb date nights, the stupid fights, the awkward breakfast-making elbow bumps. I want to take her up flying – someday. I don’t know,” Carol says suddenly, scuffing her foot on the street, “I want stability.”Carol wants a lot of things. She does not want to be Jessica's rebound girl. [Basically Jess and Clint break up, Carol is a great friend on the comfort front, and then Jess kisses her. And Carol assumes it’s because she’s a rebound. There’s some light angst over that, it’s very well-done. Characterization is very good.]

Fly, Fight, Win by singalellaby (1k): It's not a sign of superhero lesbian bed death, whatever Peter says, it's just that Jess is an Adult. A Mature Adult. In a Mature Adult Partnership with a woman who happens to wear skin-tight suits as her work uniform and it was either become habituated to her girlfriend being the hottest anything with Kree DNA around or living in a state of permanent arousal in her own pretty damn tight costume. And since S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't spring for laundry expenses, that was so not an option. [Jess POV, admiring her really hot partner.]

He Picked the Wrong One by beckydawolf (Carol/Jess, 34k): When Captain Marvel and Spider-Woman are knocked unconscious on a mission, they wake up in a world a lot like their own. In fact, it’s almost identical. Except that the Civil War never happened, Jess doesn’t seem to exist and their Carol is dead. Oh and then there’s Natasha Stark.Turns out, slipping between universes might not even be the most complicated part of this mess. (Fantastic characterization, really love the perfect Carol and Jess banter, nested in this wonderful comic book-y plot that works as perfect background for the development of the characters and the relationships. Also the plot is entirely driven by characters and their relationships and their love - both unhealthy and healthy. It’s great)

In My Dreams by sariane (3k): Carol may not have her memories, but she has her dreams.(But, of course, she dreams of kissing Jessica. As if her life isn't already complicated enough.) [This fic takes this concept and does a phenomenal job with it. You really get Carol’s growing frustration with the dream as she tries to work out what it means by subtly asking everyone other than the person in her dream.]

It’s A Slow Slide Into Misandry by bendingwind (800): Carol's all fixed up and Jessica's moved on, and things have... changed. [Short little fic post-Hawkeye break-up, dealing with feelings. It’s cute.]

once you live a good story by pummelwhack (Carol/Jess, 13k): Carol and Jessica redefine what it means to be happy, in the context of coffee, philosophy, and each other. Or: the one where Carol and Steve own a used bookstore, Sam runs the coffee shop next door, and Jessica searches for more than what life is currently offering her. (Lovely, soft fic about falling in love and finding happiness in each other and your life. Some truly beautiful lines and musings about philosophy.)

Pin the Tail by Alsike (Carol/Jess, 7k): Carol doesn't know who she is. But she knows Jess. She likes Jess. There's probably a good reason why she's not dating Jess, but, you know, amnesia. [Glorious, this fic has pining and angst and trying to deal with amnesia and it just gets Jess and Carol down. And the emotions, they’re just really good as they navigate their relationship and the baggage they bring]

Red by awesomocity (1k): If Carol had been a more self-conscious person she might have worn stale jeans for another day. But years of dealing with brothers and locker rooms and the general knowledge she was both hot AND powerful made standing in a laundromat in her underwear at three in the morning tolerable, if not comfortable.(or, the one where Carol and Jess get romcommed by laundry.) [Love the characterization in this, just a really good fic for cheering you up.]

Smell Like I Sound by Sineala (6k): Carol likes Jess a lot. That's not the weird part. The weird part is that Carol likes Jess a lot more when Jess isn't in the room. [A pheromones fic taking place in the Marvel Adventures verse. It’s really cute and I really like the push-pull of Carol figuring out her feelings and wondering why she keeps having these moments of revulsion around Jess.]

Snow Day by Traincat (1k): Jessica Drew goes missing. Carol and the Hulk team up to get her back (and maybe fight some ice monkeys along the way). [Absolutely delightful fic, I love the dynamic between Carol and the Hulk as well as Jessica and the Hulk, and Carol’s concern for Jess. I could easily see this being a real comic]

Such a Cunning Disguise by WhenasInSilks (2k): Carol is fracturing again.Carol and Jess started dating six months before Stamford. Eight months before Captain America died on the courthouse steps. Ten months before things like the measurement of time ceased to be part of Carol’s personal universe.Now she sits alone in the darkness of her cell and feels herself fall apart.A Secret Invasion AU. [This fic HURTS. It’s beautifully written too which makes the angst all the more delicious. Warning for heartbreak and self-loathing and mental instability]

the small rain down can rain by tigrrmilk (3k): When Jess was jumping between universes, trying not to get killed, she had wondered - was there a version of her and Carol who had... made it work? [Jess dealing with Carol having amnesia and going off to space. Really good character stuff, all the complicated feelings Jess has about what Carol did, and then Carol showing up, you can really see the connection between them, regardless of memory loss or distance.]

Turn Around and Look Back by Sineala (Carol/Jess, 6k): When Carol first lost her memories, to Rogue, Professor Xavier healed her and let Jess experience all of Carol's missing memories. When Carol loses all her memories -- again -- it's up to Jess to give them back to her, in exactly the same way: Jess has to link with Carol telepathically. But Jess' mind contains a lot of feelings about Carol that she doesn't exactly want Carol to know about. [I love this fic, just all the feelings, the pining, the concern, the character voices, it’s all really good.]

Unshackled by beckydawolf (27k): Carol's in space and Jess is alone again. But that's the pattern of her life. The hunt for a missing teenager leads Jess to some new friends, reminds her she still has some old ones and forces her to face a part of her past she'd rather ignore. [A darker take on the pheromones and the trauma + complications of Jessica’s powers. This fic is really good at how it handles it, and I really love how supportive Carol is. Also Anya and Kamala and America and Kate show up and they’re awesome!]

#monthly fic recs #fic recs #captain marvel #carol danvers #this doesn't have any new fics on it because i haven't read any capmarv fics since the summer

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wexhavexaxhulk · 5 years

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No more trickery

Summary: After Mysterio reveals Peters identity to the world, he finds himself back in Tony’s old lab. Tony happened to have left a present for Peter there.

Words: 1331

Warnings: Angst and fluff. And more angst and fluff.

“....and...done” Tony said as he pushed the last few buttons.

“We’re gonna get you back, Pete, but I’m not sure I will make it.” He said to who, he did not know. Peter obviously but he wasn’t sure he could see him from where ever he was.

He had uploaded is consciousness to an A.I. He would be able to be there for Peter

“Stark on.” That was the wake word that would turn on the A.I.

A glowing Tony Stark hologram appeared, it was the same color as his arc reactor “Perfect”

“Tony! Let’s go on a walk!” Pepper yelled from outside of the lab.

“Coming” Tony replied, with out saying Stark off.

3 months later

“...Spider-Man’s real name is p- Peter Parker!-“

“What the fuck!”

Peter looked down at MJ, worry written all over her face. He could a) try to explain the video b) swing off to the compound or c) run away and never come back.

He went with b.

He went to the compound, swinging as fast as he could. He texted MJ sorry right after he left and turned his phone off.

Pepper has been at the compound lately, she has been very busy and thought she could focus on her work better here instead of at S.I.

“Pepper!” He yelled even though he knew she could hear him.

He ran all the way up to her office. She had been watching the news when it happened so she had been trying to reach Peter.

“Pepper!” He yelled again, this time she heard him.

“Peter!? Oh my gosh, I saw the news!”

“W-what do I do?! I-I’m freaking out I-I, how, w-why!?”

“Peter, honey calm down, we will get this sorted out.” Peter has no idea how she was staying so calm when his whole identity was revealed to the world but he was thankful.

She pulled him to a hug telling him that they will get it sorted out.

Peter was exhausted and Pepper could tell. “Go lay down, I will try and figure out what to do.”

“Pepper-“

“You need to rest, I got this.”

“Okay” He was finally starting to feel the exhaustion.

He walked through the halls not really wanting to go to sleep, he new he wouldn’t be able to and even if he could he’d just have more nightmares.

He found himself at Tony’s old lab.

He hasn’t been there since before the whole war with thanos happened.

He was hesitant to walk in. He grabbed the handle and turned but he didn’t push it open. He stood there for what felt like hours, although it was just a minute.

He pushed open the door. It looks like the last person to be in there was Tony, there was dust everywhere. Nothing had been touched.

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t. The lab brought back so many memories. The next thing he was standing in the lab crying.

“Hey kid.” That was Tony’s voice. Peter looked up.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter said. He couldn’t believe his eyes, it was him, but not him. Something was off.

“The one and only. I’ve downloaded my conscious onto a digital frame before reversing what thanos did, so I’ve basically become a glorified A.I. now. And how many times do I have to remind you? Just call me Tony already-“

“Stop.” Tears we’re still streaming down his face.

Tony looked up with confusion. He was about to say something when Peter interrupted.

“Your not even real, are you? You can’t trick me any more.”

“Wait what?” Tony said still confused as to what Peter was talking about.

Peter turned and stepped forward, right in Tony’s face.

“Hey underoos what are you-“

“Stop playing dumb, I’ve had enough of your game! You tricked everyone with the real Mr. Starks tech, you tried to kill everyone I love, and if that wasn’t enough already, you had to reveal my identity to the world right after framing me for murder! Haven’t you done enough damage already, Mr. Beck?”

“Pete, I’m not-“

“Leave me alone. Please.” Peter turned around and ran out of the lab stopping at the elevator.

“Peter, wait-“

Tony appeared behind Peter, not too close to freak him out. “Kid... what the hell happened to you while I was gone?”

“Just leave me alone!” Peter screamed. He was sick and tired of being tricked and lied to.

“Kid, it’s me.” Tony was trying just hardest to convince his kid. He didn’t understand what he was talking about.

“...prove it” Peter wished it really could be him. To have Tony back would be better than words can describe. “What is something that Beck wouldn’t know?”

Due to Tony being an A.I he can access the internet. He looked up Beck not knowing who Peter was talking about. Quentin Beck? Was he after Peter? He saw a picture of a hero named Mysterio who happened to look exactly like mysterio. He would have to figure out what was happening later. He has to gain Peters trust again first.

All of that happened in a split second.

“Uh...” Tony was going through many memories. He had to think of something that Beck wouldn’t know. Before he worked for Tony.

2010. Peter told him he had met him when he was little. He had saved Peter.

“In 2010 I saved you from one of Hammers drones. You lifted your little arm up and I shot at it. You had an Ironman mask on.”

Peter looked up, tears coming to a stop. “I-it’s you. It’s r-really.”

“Yeah kid it’s me. It’s really me.”

Peter ran up to give Tony a hug but went right through him.

“I’m sorry Pete, it’s me but it’s not actually me...”

Peter didn’t look sad, he looked like he had a bed idea.

“Peter, I know that face...” Peter chuckled. “Peter...”

“Vision.”

“Huh. Oh. No Peter. I don’t think that’s gonna work.”

“It might...”

Tony sighed, giving in to Peters crazy idea. “Your gonna need some help.” Peter smiled.

———

“Pepper! Come down to the lab!” Peter screamed.

“Can’t you just use FRIDAY?” Tony replied to Peters crazyness. Peter has been up for about a week straight working.

“Oh yeah.”

“Yeah, Peter? Have you finally decided to come out of th-“ Pepper stopped. “T-Tony? Is that you? I’m my god!” Pepper ran up to Tony and kissed him but pulled back. “I-I don’t understand, its you but... it’s not you.”

“It is his mind inside of a body like Visions.” Peter was very proud of himself, he built a Tony!

Pepper had a mix of emotions on her face. There was happiness, fear, sadness, confusion, and many more.

“You okay Pep?” Tony put his hands on Peppers arms. She flinched, his hands feeling cold and lifeless. What looked like grief clouded over her face.

“It’s him, but not exactly him. It won’t feel like him. Im sorry I got your hopes up Pepper.”

“It’s fine Peter, it’s more than fine actually. We still have most of him back.” Pepper smiled and it felt genuine.

“Are finally gonna start calling me Tony now?”

“I don’t know, I might have to, you have the power to take over the world being and A.I.”

“Your right, I do. Be nice or else!”

“I’m still in charge.” Pepper joined in on their banter.

“Yes of course, dear.”

It nice having some form of Tony back. He could be there for them physically. Yes he could interact with objects but hand to hand felt like hugging metal. Morgan can grow up with a father. If a father can fly and walk through walls. Not to mention they had two walking googles.

They eventually got kind of used to the feeling of Tony. It’s not like the living one, but it’s way better than no Tony.

Was it weird? Kind of. But it was their life, they loved it. They him. Even if he could take over the world in minutes.

A/N: Wow! I posted on Tumblr and ao3! Look at me go! I love the way this turned out. Sorry I haven’t been posting I've been busy will school and volunteering. Btw go to my ao3 under the same username!

#ironman #tony stark #peter parker #mysterio #pepper potts #spiderman ffh #death #a.i.

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sternenblumen · 6 years

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B99 fanfic recs

For @ihaveseenthedragons and anyone else interested :). Just going through my AO3 history and picking those I remember being good, so this might be a bit of a weird mix.

Warning: Heavy on the angst and hurt/comfort, though there’s some Peraltiago fluff in there, too ;).

the sky opened up and down poured the pain - s4 finale codas. Lotsa angst.

Amy & Sophia - Amy gets trapped in an elevator. With Sophia, Jake’s ex-girlfriend.

nothing else could matter, ‘cause you know where I belong - Jake follows through with Rosa’s 6-month anniversary gift idea, very fluffy

When I Stepped Outside - Jake backstory, warning for domestic abuse

and the bells are ringing out - Jake gets taken hostage, so lotsa hurt/comfort plus some Peraltiago relationship talk

red drops and the grey linoleum floor - Canon divergence AU for 2x19, whump, torture

the fallacy in lists, marshmallows and immobilising detectives - Hurt/comfort, slightly humorous/heavy on the banter

Take my Breath Away - Jake is not feeling well at work

Jake Peralta vs. the World (... kind of) - Jake meets Amy’s brothers

Shelter - Post s1, Jake has a panic attack

The Snags - Post s1, Peraltiago-centric series

They All Fall Down - Jake gets shot and painkillers make him tell Amy stuff about his past

Tales of Letting Go and Moving On - Roger (Jake’s dad) makes a reappearance

Okay, I’mma gonna stop now ;). There’s more if you’re interested!

#b99 #fanfic #recommendations

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alabastertouch · 7 years

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It’s Not Me | I

Characters: Composer!Park Chanyeol x brokenhearted!reader; appearances by other idols

Genre: Angst, Fluff (in the future??? aye aye)

Warning/s: Mentions of a toxic relationship, cursing

Summary: After a songwriter broke your heart, you swore you would never do anything that involves music. But when a desperate composer asks for your kind help, will you change your mind?

A/N: I don’t know what to say... I’ve never written chaptered fics before (okay, I’ve written ten thousand prologues and first chapters and lost inspo) but now I’m doing this! You want Chanyeol, I’m giving you Chanyeol... in many chapters!

Enjoy this read!

story masterlist

“I hate songs,” you mutter as you tune for the news station on the radio. “They’re misleading… always talking about love like it’s all rainbows and butterflies, when in reality, it’s a fucking distress.”

“Jeez, Y/N, what an empowering thing to say to a dancer and a songwriter,” Seulgi rolls her eyes, reminding her purpose in life that you’ve suddenly forgotten.

“Sorry…” you mumble. “It’s just—”

“No need for explanations, babe,” she holds her hand up, halting your oncoming string of apologies. “I get where you’re coming from.”

You do not know how thankful you are of Seulgi for sticking with you throughout the entire mess that had been your life for the past few months. After being the subject of news articles because of Jihoon and your alleged “infidelity,” you’ve been cut out by most people in your life.

“How’s the job hunting going on?” You change the topic, not wanting to linger on your self-pity and hatred.

“Ugh, awful!” Seulgi screams out, putting the list of possible jobs down on the wooden table as she exhales in frustration. “I should’ve thought practically before admitting myself as a Ballet major.”

Seulgi had graduated last year from Kyung Hee University as a major in Dance, specifically in the field of ballet. After taking a minor in music, she had fully cultivated her skills that is supposed to be on stage. Sadly, though, this talent of hers had yet to reach its peak, because she had been struggling looking for a job that matches both her skills and interests.

“It’s what you love, Seul,” you try to bring her up. “You could have been an accountant, but would you love that?”

“I suppose not,” she grumbles, crossing out another item from the listing. “Is the teaching going well?”

“I feel ten years older, Seulgi!” You exclaim, venting out your own share of obstruction.

“Wasn’t it your first day yesterday?” Seulgi asks.

“Isn’t that saying something?” You pout in exhaustion. “Kids are clingy and demanding. I should’ve taken note of that before taking a daycare shift as my first job.”

You and Seulgi can only stare at each other, wallowing in your hopelessness in life.

“I’m sorry about Jihoon,” it was taboo for you and Seulgi to talk about him in your apartment, but the unspeakable needs to be amended. Seulgi had never turned her back against you and believed everything you said in defense of his accusations.

“It’s nothing you nor I could have helped, Seulgi.”

Jihoon had pointed his finger at you and accused you of seeing another man while he was working in the studio. At first you had no idea what he was doing, because you thought he loved you and trusted you entirely. The night he said he saw you out with one of his friends was when you were cramped up at home, searching for a job that would make your ends meet.

Of course, all your friends believed him… Lee Jihoon never ever lies, they said.

He can never hurt you, they insisted.

Guess what, fuckers, he did.

It didn’t surprise you that a week later, he had released a song addressing your break up and being replaced by another man in front of his very eyes, yet saying that he doesn’t to cry over you anymore despite still being in love with you.

Fucking liar. You laugh in disbelief after downing your dose of caffeine. I hope your career flops and you’ll be nothing but a one-hit wonder.

“I heard he’s struggling,” Seulgi’s hint of mockery takes you out of your reverie once again and makes you grin in gloriousness. “He hasn’t come out with a song since Don’t Wanna Cry. No one’s buying his shit anymore.”

“Great,” you cackle. “I somehow feel touched he wrote an amazing song about me.”

“He’s an asshole, but a talented one,” and you had to admit that it’s true. Jihoon always had a gift that he only needed to nurture, and it was innate for him to write something so good in record time. It’s a wonder why he’s on a hiatus right now.

“Anyway, what time does your work end?” Seulgi questions.

“I get off at 4. Why?”

“Come over later to the mall!” She invites you. “Jongin said we have a new product, and if I convince some people to try it out, they’ll raise my pay!”

You begin to shift uncomfortably, because the last time she asked you to come over, Jongin made you taste their cucumber cake and make people believe that it actually tastes good than what it sounds and looks like. You did convince many people to buy it, but with a bout of bathroom trips by the end of the night.

“It’s not food this time!” She strongly denies. “I’m pretty sure it’s some machine, but I promise, no weird food!”

“Fine,” you accept with reluctance. “Just nothing that creates diarrhea, okay?”

“Of course!” Seulgi assures you.

After finishing your microwave mac and cheese, you leave for work, internally preparing yourself to take care of a bunch of five-year-olds who banter physically as much as they can.

Can life get any better?

Yes. Yes, it can.

You descend off the bus, straightening your pencil skirt before entering the mall.

The kids in the daycare had been full of mischief, as usual. One little boy, Bobby, had begun a food fight during lunch that you successfully dodged and left Mijoo to figure out how to stop. She had been fuming afterwards, but let you off since your new.

The aircon hits your face like a gust of wind.

This place reminds you of a better time… one spent with Jihoon during your university days. Seulgi had been working here since then, and you always went to support her on her part time job… thus that same night of toilet papers and buckets.

You ignore the tightening of your chest when you pass by Enrico’s, a pizza place that you and Jihoon frequented. He’d always wait for you inside whenever he finished classes first, and he’d let you listen to some demos he had made. Of course, you always praised him… no pretention was needed since he created amazing compositions every time.

You do not dare to look back anymore, because Jihoon never did. You have no reason to stay in the past… one which he had already long forgotten.

“You came!” You hear someone scream, and you find Jongin in a chicken costume on the shop across. He rushes to you, holding a tray for free-tasting.

“Were you chatting with other workers?” You tease him, smirking. “If Seul finds out, she’ll get heartbroken!”

“N-no!” Jongin sputters, denying strongly. “I was just asking them to get some so I can get out of this damn costume.”

“I thought you love chicken?” You chuckle, joshing him further.

“I love eating them, Y/N. I never aspired to be one!” Jongin is starting to get annoyed with you, and you decide that it’s time to stop messing with him.

“Where’s Seul?” You look around, searching for a certain auburn Hagrid-looking lady somewhere else.

“She’s setting up the new arrivals!” Jongin informs. “I swear, Y/N, this new thing is the bomb! Have you ever heard of home karaoke machines?” He tattles, finally giving off the last piece of his free food.

“Yeah? Jongin, it’s been around for decades!” You shriek. “Is it a karaoke machine?”

“It is! And it is no ordinary karaoke! You can control it with your voice!” He sounds so excited, that it seems to rub on you. He takes the head piece of his costume off and drags you to the electronics store Seulgi works at.

“Hello! Hello! The mic is working!” You listen to Seulgi testing the workability of the karaoke machine. “Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you the Smart Norae! Yay!” She claps excitedly, though she wasn’t able to turn heads with her enthusiasm.

“Well, fu—”

“Hey!” Before she can anything that can get her fired, you call out for her.

“Okay, our star is here!” Seulgi shoves the mic on your hands, hoping it will catch more attention. “Okay, miss, what’s your name?”

You’ve been through all of these tactics. Seulgi always pretends that she has no idea who you are, and that you are just a customer who happened to come by with curiosity.

“I’m Y/N,” you join in.

“Miss Y/N, do you love singing?” You look at your best friend in horror. You just told her how much you hated music this morning, and after promising that you will help her out today, you hadn’t thought that she would make you sing.

“Sure,” you half-heartedly reply.

“Great!” Seulgi jumps. “With Smart Norae, singing has never been easier! You can say the name of the song through this mic and it will play immediately!”

“Really?” You fake your excitement and wonder.

“Yes!” If Seulgi detects your pretense, she doesn’t pay mind to it. “Just push this blue button on the remote control and say the name of the song you want to sing, Miss Y/N.”

You look at Jongin for help, but he excuses himself and heads back to the chicken store which is actually owned by this gadget shop as well.

You have no way out.

“Alright,” you take the remote with hesitance. You think of a song before pressing the blue button.

Your chosen song finally plays through the speaker installed on the karaoke machine, and you can see the guilt worn on Seulgi’s face before you can begin singing.

“On a ripped piece of paper, I wrote down how I really feel and it gets clear, somethin’ bout you…” You get to the melody, hoping that your voice isn’t shaky and not making a total fool of yourself.

“Yeah, you and I are similar but different. Do you feel the same way? I’m getting my hopes up…” Some people begin to stop by and watch, listening to the way your voice is finally mixing into the song.

And soon, your emotion gets ahead of you.

“Not me. It won’t be easy for me. Still, you fill up my days…” You start voicing your heart out, hoping that wherever Jihoon is in this world, he can hear the difference between your heart and his.

A small crowd has gathered behind you, and you check to see their heads banging softly and joining in the music. The emotional lyrics also gather sympathy from some high schoolers, and you can see them holding their chest for emphasis.

“Between the meaningless jokes, back-and-forth conversations and all the people, I look like I’m fine. I pretend to be numb and I try to smile…” You reach the bridge of song, now feeling the constrict in your chest.

This is the last time I’m crying for you, Lee Jihoon.

“Not yet… I tell myself, like a fool. I can’t swallow the words that linger in my mouth. It’s not fine~”

It really is not.

It is not okay how he broke you… How he made you believe that he will never change if he reaches success and how he will never hurt you on purpose. Maybe it was his plan to break you all along, and he’s just waiting for the right time to play the victim and go all out in writing an iconic breakup song.

He may have been successful, but you’re not going to play the broken ex anymore.

You hear a round of applause just after the song finishes… some howling, even, for the emotional performance in the middle of the mall. Seulgi claps unstoppably, and you can see Jongin flapping around in his white rooster costume.

You may have sworn that you hate music, but you can never deny the fact that it makes people smile.

Not now, you think. Maybe I’ll learn to be happy with it, but not now.

“Chanyeol! Yah, Park Chanyeol!” The called turns around to find out what his manager is yapping around.

“What is it, hyung?” Junmyeon catches his breath, holding his cellphone out for Chanyeol to see. “What, are you bragging about your new phone or something?”

“No!” Junmyeon scrolls for something on his phone. “You said Wendy declined the offer for Kyungsoo’s new album, right?”

“Yeah, she said she’s working on her solo,” Chanyeol groans, reminded of the numerous attempts to ask Wendy for her participation on Kyungsoo’s latest EP. He had been given the job once again due to the success of Kyungsoo’s debut, in which he participated in producing. Pressure is off the charts for him, since the said album had sold almost a million copies all over South Korea.

But every single song had been dismissed by Lee Sooman. Even Kyungsoo is trying to come up with something, but the songs were either too bland or monotonous, with no feelings at all.

So, the president suggested a duet instead.

Of course, Kyungsoo is fine with it. Even Chanyeol has no problem working with another singer. The thing: no women are available.

Although there are female singers all over their company, their voices do not match well with Kyungsoo’s baritone. Wendy’s does, but since she is busy with her own activities, she had been eliminated as a choice. Asking a singer from another company would be the last option, and Chanyeol does not feel desperate enough to ask for a singer outside their agency yet.

“I was in the mall a while ago—Aha, I found it!” Junmyeon finally shows Chanyeol the video. “This girl’s voice is a fucking gem!”

The clip opens with an orange-headed girl chirping… possibly a saleslady with her red uniform.

“Hyung, wha—”

“Just listen!” Junmyeon hisses.

“Fine!” Chanyeol takes ahold of the phone. The tune of one of Taeyeon’s songs surrounds, and when the girl opens her mouth, Chanyeol swears he had just lost his own voice.

She belts the notes as well as Taeyeon does.

Chanyeol focuses on her, watching how emotionally driven her performance is. Some people can feel it, he notices, as they sometimes murmur their “aww’s.”

“Hey, is that my song?” Taeyeon enters in the studio after hearing a song she had just released being sung.

“Yes, noona!” Junmyeon answers.

“Whoa…” When the bridge of the song starts, Taeyeon does not hide her impression anymore. “That’s a difficult note to reach!”

Chanyeol disregards the conversation taking place between Junmyeon and Taeyeon and only basks in the amount of love you may have felt for the person you are singing the song for, if there was ever one.

The song finally finishes, earning applause from the other two people in the room.

“Chanyeol, this girl sounds amazing,” Taeyeon pats his back. “And I think you’ve finally found the person Kyungsoo can sing with.”

Taeyeon’s doesn’t mix well with Kyungsoo, because hers is too high for him to belt. This girl’s however, is an alto who can blend well with his adlibs.

“Hyung,” Chanyeol breathes out. Junmyeon raises a brow, wondering why his boss is suddenly silent and looking melancholic.

“What is it?” Junmyeon queries. Chanyeol had been overbearing these days, always requesting for the most ridiculous things. But his present request isn’t that much too handle.

“We have to look for this girl.”

A/N: Yo, I love Seventeen and Woozi so much! I just thought ‘hey, he’s an amazing songwriter. Why tf not? Yeah?’

And the song used in here is Fine by Taeyeon!

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