#I hope this doesn’t sound rude I’m sorry if it does

[yutaleks]

alekssss i have ques that i need more opinions on but what do you think of sending one fic idea or request to more than one writer? saw someone saying that it's a shitty thing to do plz ignore if you think this is a stupid ask

I really do not encourage you to do this. For one it’s not very nice to have one fic writer discuss your idea/suggestion with you, maybe even write a Drabble or a fic etc, and then see that you didn’t actually care about it being from them specifically and that you went around asking other people.

Think of it this way: if you wanted something custom made, would you walk around asking every single person who does custom work to do the exact same thing for you? Doesn’t that mean that you don’t really care for the quality of the product you’re asking for? Doesn’t that also mean that you don’t actually care about WHO does it, you just want it done? Writers are not here just to pump out content for you.

If you sent me an idea or a request etc in my mind you sent it to me because you like interacting with me, or you wanted to know my specific thoughts on it, or you thought I was a person to come to with your thoughts. That kind of feeling goes away completely if I see that you didn’t actually care for my opinion specifically, you just sent the same ask to a bunch of other people. It just makes you feel like you are one of many people that they are hoping will just write for you, without concern for your individual sense of creativity or writing style etc.

While we’re on this topic, I also want to say that it is incredibly rude to take one person’s ideas and then suggest them to other writers and play it off as a suggestion in their ask box. I’ve seen this happening a lot lately and it’s very uncool. like the right thing to do here is if you see a writer make a post about an idea that you like, maybe ask them to elaborate, or nicely suggest that you would love to read a full length fic with that idea. The very rude thing to do is instead to ask someone else to write that idea. Do you think the author is not capable that you go to someone else? This is a community, people’s blogs are not places that you just stop and shop and take what you want and then leave.

#I hope this doesn’t sound rude I’m sorry if it does #but you need to see that each writer has their own strengths their own tastes their own styles #each writer is a person with feelings too. #you cannot just shop around and see who will write for you with no care for making any kind of connection or community #being in fandom is like. reciprocal. #if someone has ideas or tastes that you like just send them encouraging asks or ask them to write more if what you like #taking their ideas or using them as simple content machines is all terrible community etiquette. #ϟ asking aleksandria

[hazelfoureyes]

Hello! Not sure if you're taking requests, so do ignore this if you feel like it.

I adore your work sm!! Rewatching the Stayed Gone mv, Vox had a picture of a bootleg Alastor and pointing to his microphone were the words "dildo?"

Do you think you could write an Alastor x Reader, or just Alastor pleasuring himself with the microphone? (That sounds weird now-)

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

-🍺

Good Vibrations

the way I immediately knew what to do is proof of my depravity. I know it isn’t exactly what you meant but this is what I’m comfortable with writing. This was a quick little 30 minute write, I hope it still brings you joy 🎙️

After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, erotic but not smut?, smut is explicit, this is just horny, the microphone does in fact work, vibrator

Rarely was Alastor without his microphone. Even Vox made note of it. But, his voice sounded like it came from his mouth. Sure there was a radio affect to it, but he was a demon after all. You couldn’t figure out how it worked. Or rather, if it worked.

As you all waited to take your seats for dinner, Niffty having turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, you were caught staring.

“Is there something I can do for you?”, Alastor leaned down to meet your eyeline.

You blinked, “Oh, sorry. Just wondering if that even works.”

“If what works?”

“Your microphone.”

He knew it worked, of course. But your question felt… offensive. “Do you think I’d carry a functionless microphone around?”

Without hesitation you replied, “I do, yes.”

“Oh absolutely!” Angel pushed between you two.

“You do have a flare for the dramatic, boss.” Husk took his seat beside Angel.

Charlie nervously scratched her cheek, “I always wondered that too! But it worked in Cannibal Town, so I’m a believer now.”

“But wait-,” Vaggie looked to Charlie, “If it worked when you put it to your mouth why doesn’t he have to? It’s literally everywhere but his mouth.”

Alastor’s forced grin strained against this cheeks, black gums showing. You gave him a shrug and joined the group. He took his seat opposite you, pulling his chair in all the way.

You’d already forgotten the conversation when you felt something graze across your lap. Before you could investigate, Alastor spoke, “Why don’t we all say what we did today! I’ll go first!” Your knees shot up, knocking the table as a strong vibration lit up your crotch.

Vaggie leaned in, “You good?”

Slowly, eyes wide, you looked up to meet Alastor’s wicked smile.

“I went downtown to grab a fresh cut of venison. Niffty makes the best venison roast this side of Pentagram City.” You white knuckled the edge of the table, glancing down to see the microphone resting between your thighs. The top was nestled firmly above your mound.

“Hmmm what else? Oh! I got some deviled eggs. My, what a treat. My mother made the best deviled eggs. You know-,” as he droned on, you tried to push your chair away from the table. “Ah ah! It’s so rude to leave while someone is speaking.” He leaned back, foot reaching under the table to hook around your chair’s leg and pull you forward.

“Aww Al, you never talk so much! This is great. What else did you do today?” Charlie rested her cheek on her hand, eyes sparkling at Alastor.

“I am so glad you asked! Let me think, hmmmmm” He drew out the consonant, the sound making a rougher vibration than others. You were hunched over the table, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet. “Oh I went to— what is it called again? Ummmmm,” Your leg shot up again, the silverware clanking against your plate.

“Will you just fucking say it?!” You spit it out louder than you meant.

“Woah! That’s not very nice.” Charlie gave you a disappointed look, pulling a groan from you, “What’s gotten into you?”

Angel looked over to you, “You doin’ alright? You’re like… sweatin’.”

“What indeed, Charlie. Well, anyway! I think I’ve made my point!” You felt the weight of the microphone slide down your thighs and past your knees. You took in a deep breath, finally able to relax your body.

“You’re pretty pale…”, Husk commented, “You sick or something?”

Angel pushed your hair from your forehead, “That face looks so familiar.”

Before you could answer, Alastor opened his mouth, “I think she should lie down. Allow me to escort you to bed, my dear.”

“You are so sweet today! I love it! Fuck yeah!” Charlie punched the air. Alastor came behind you and pulled your chair back for you. “Take your time, if she’s sick maybe she shouldn’t be alone.”

“If you say so!” Alastor practically sang the words. With both hands on your shoulders, he guided you out of the room.

“He’s the best.” Charlie beamed, “Alright whose next?”

༻Masterlist༺

#Me #I’m next #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #fanfiction #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #the radio demon #radio demon #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x you

[its-time-to-write]

hello! First thing first, I want to say how much of a good writer you are, I hope you know this 💕 second I have this idea of reader and Jamie dating, but nobody knows. One day reader is in the coaches room and starts yawning and Roy is like what's that 🤨 (something similar to that scene with beard after he gets back with jane) and reader answers with "you have been waking me up everyday at 4 am" or smt like that and this is how everyone finds out. I know you have already written something like this but I thought it was cute, so feel free to ignore

this was cute. you were right.

coffee at midnight

Neither you nor Jamie exactly decided to keep your relationship a secret.

“It’s not a secret, it’s private, babe,” Jamie insists. You just roll your eyes.

But like, it is private.

That means no instagram posts, no public dates, and no unasked opinions. It also means that Jamie gets a Polaroid camera (“so we don’t get hacked, babe,”), plans dates in his giant house, and keeps fans’ noses out of your relationship.

It also, also means that Roy Kent doesn’t know you’re in Jamie’s bed every morning when he knocks on the door loud enough to wake the dead.

You’re a week into these shenanigans, and you’re not sure how much longer you can handle it. You’ve barely been at Nelson Road for an hour, but you’ve yawned more than you’ve spoken. Jamie’s been sending you apologetic looks every time he passes you in the hall, but now the entire team is in the weight room as you bring the coaches their coffee.

You place Roy’s in front of him and he asks, “The fuck’s wrong with you?”

You glare. “Nothing. That’s rude to ask, anyway. I’m-” you pause to yawn- “fine.”

Ted looks between you and Roy. “Normally I’d side with the lady on this one, but you look dead on your feet. You been sleepin’ okay?”

“Yes,” you reply shortly. “I’ve been sleeping fine. I just don’t get a lot of it these days.”

“That sounds decidedly un-sexy,” Trent calls from his desk.

You snarl, “It isn’t,” then realize that Trent is undeserving of your anger. “I’m sorry. I’ve been getting like five hours of sleep every night this whole week. Me and my boyfriend just moved in together and we both talk like way too much. So we usually don’t fall asleep until late.”

The room fills with whistles and hoots from Ted, Beard, and Trent. Roy is stoic as always.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Ted grins. “What’s his name?”

You hesitate. You’re pretty sure Jamie would be okay if you told Ted, but you’re not sure you really want to. You let the silence stretch on for a beat too long, and Trent’s on you like a vulture.

“It’s someone here, isn’t it?” he asks.

“No,” you reply, but it’s not convincing. It’s hard for you to lie when you’re this tired.

Jamie and Sam choose this exact moment to come into the locker room to grab water bottles. Jamie glances at you and you make the mistake of glancing back. It’s just for a second but Trent catches it with his stupid eagle-eyes.

“Oh shit,” he says.

You round on him. Maybe he does deserve your anger. “Don’t say anything,” you warn.

He zips his lips as Roy says, “Why are you being so fucking weird? We know you’re fucking lying. Just say which of these little pricks you’re dating and get some sleep like a fucking normal adult.”

“I’d be able to get regular sleep, except you’ve been waking me up at fucking 4am!” you explode.

The room goes silent. 

“Fuuuck,” Roy whispers. “Fucking Tartt? You’re dating- fuck, you moved in with fucking Tartt?”

“Yes,” you groan, “We’ve been together for six months and it’s probably the most serious relationship I’ve ever been in, and I know how it sounds but we really like each other. Higgins already knows because of HR shit but other than that, it’s been private.”

Ted and Beard have matching open-mouthed smiles. It would be a little scary if you hadn’t known them for as long as you have.

“That’s the most adorable shit I’ve ever heard in my whole life,” Beard says.

“Hold on,” Trent interjects, “does this mean you and Jamie have been staying up late every night talking?”

“Yes,” you reply primly. “And then this prick bangs on our door at fuck-thirty in the morning and I’m awake for the rest of the day.”

Roy says, “Right,” very slowly. “Is that fucking why he wasn’t wearing fucking trousers?”

All eyes turn to you.

“I’m not answering that,” you say. “In fact, I think I hear Higgins calling me. I have to leave right now.” You back out of the room and down the hall before anyone can say anything else.

The coaches’ office is silent for a moment before they all clamor out of their seats to chase you down the hall. They have so many questions but first, they’re going to yell at Higgins for keeping it a secret.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 13: Love is... Showing up when someone doesn’t ask (Prompt by @steddieas-shegoes)

wc: 559 | Rated: T | cw: Food Mention

Tags: Valentine's Day, Date, Steve Harrington Angst (happy ending)

By the time Steve closes up Family Video on Valentine’s Day night, he is feeling pretty sorry for himself.

He thinks 1987 might be the first year since he’d hit adolescence that he is alone. In years past he’d at least had a date to give flowers to, even if it didn’t go much further than that. And, as he twists the lock in just the right way so it will actually lock, he begins to regret his whole holding-out-hope-for-true-love thing.

Because everybody has a date this Valentine’s Day.

Robin is at the drive-in with Vickie. Dustin is on some nerdy radio date with Suzie. His parents are at Enzo’s. Hell, even Keith skipped out on his shift early to go pick up Cindy from the laundromat.

He rattles the door, just to make sure it’s locked when he hears a rustling sound behind him.

Sighing, he turns around and readies himself to tell whoever is showing up late with a return to piss off…

Only it’s Eddie, holding up a brow paper bag with the Benny’s Diner logo emblazoned on the front.

“Brought you dinner,” he smiles all tight lipped and dimpled.

“Thought you were going somewhere with Jeff?” Steve grumbles despite snatching up the bag and catching a delectable whiff of melted cheese.

Eddie shrugs, “Dude bailed on me, man.”

He fiddles with his rings and looks at his shoes for a moment before jumping back to attention with a click of his fingers. Steve narrows his eyes, suspicious as Eddie begins digging in his jeans pocket and produces a handful of change.

“And that’s for a Coke,” he says, offering up the coins.

“Why?” Steve blurts out and his rudeness makes Eddie clam right back up.

He twirls a lock of dark hair around his ring-adorned finger and pulls it across his face.

“Just thought you’d want something to eat...” he explains, his voice quiet and bashful as rocks on his heels, “Valentine’s Day sucks.”

He passes it off with another shrug and looks out at the empty street, his dark eyes illuminated by the nearby street light, the shine of his chains and jewellery shimmering too.

Steve sucks in a breath.

The thing is, Eddie always does this. Shows up.

To make Steve laugh during a dead shift. To bring him coffee in the morning when it’s way too early. To bring him a whole goddamn meal.

He doesn’t have to do any of this for Steve. Not really.

Steve tightens his grip on the paper bag and steps forward, as close as is more typical of Eddie’s usual lack of personal space. He can smell his cologne – it’s strong like he had recently freshened up, perhaps just for Steve...

“Hey Eddie?” he asks softly.

“Yep?” Eddie answers, popping the ‘p’ as he continues to avoid his gaze rather conspicuously.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Eddie looks up, startled.

“Now?” he gapes, wide-eyed.

“Yeah,” Steve smiles, more assured than he felt in months.

“Where?” Eddie frowns.

“I don’t know,” he laughs, “Anywhere you want. Benny’s. Sitting in my car and sharing this burger. Fuck, we can go back to my house and eat cereal for all I care. As long as I’m with you.”

Eddie grins and gestures to the Beemer in a half bow, “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

#this one is a little last minute seeing as THIS GUY was working on the wrong prompt day 🤦‍♂️ #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddielovemonth #cw food #food mention

[mindswriters]

it’s your fault - toxic!bf!rafe cameron

summary: your boyfriend, Rafe, is always putting your relationship in fucked up situations, and every time you try to talk about it, he knows exactly how to convince you that the fault is actually yours.

word count: 1.7K

warnings: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP (i do not condone this behavior, this is all fiction), cursing, use of the words bitch and slut during an argument, argument itself, sexual innuendos at the end (oral m receiving), manipulation, this is purely toxic!rafe and love blind reader

“Hey babe, I’m home” Rafe announced entering our shared apartment.

 “Hi” you mumbled from your spot on the couch, not even glancing at him.

“Just ‘hi’? No ‘welcome home’, or ‘how was your day’, or greeting kisses?” he said while dropping his keys, trying not to sound rude, what made it sound like he was mocking you.

“Yes, just ‘hi’, Rafe” you talked back, getting up when he sat beside you.

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” he said in a more serious tone, frowning at your actions.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that. It’s almost midnight, Rafe, where were you at?” you asked, not wanting to show your full anger yet so you tried to maintain your tone calmer.

“What do you mean, babe?” he got up too to level his girlfriend “I was at the office, helping my dad, where else would I be?” he chuckled like it was the most obvious thing in the universe.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rafe, you know how I hate it when you lie” you scoffed rolling your eyes and turning your back so you wouldn’t be facing him.

“Lying, y/n, seriously? I’m sorry but I don’t know where this is coming from” he shook his head, nervously running his hand through his messy hair. He’s definitely lying.

“Oh really?” you didn't restrain yourself from changing your voice for a moment, being fast on reaching for your phone on the couch “If so then look at this and try to explain me if this looks like an office, or if Topper is now your dad, and if your job is doing lines of coke, because if you can’t make me recall that, then yes, you are lying” you stated with a fake laugh, showing him a picture in your gallery.

“Where did you got this, huh? Who’s sending you shit like these?” Rafe asked impatient, trying to grab the phone from your hands, but you were quicker in saving it on your back pocket.

“It doesn’t matter who sent this” you stated, this time staring directly at him.

“Yes, it does fucking matters. It was JJ, wasn’t it? That son of a bitch, I don’t think the Thorntons hired him to spy on people, do you? I hope he’s got food for the next month, cause he’ll need some time to find another job after I-” your boyfriend started pacing around and speaking non-sense even more angrily than before.

“Will you just shut up?” you interrupted him roughly, making him stop and face you “Can’t you see that the problem here is not who sent me this, or where the fuck you were? The problem is that you keep fucking lying to me, Rafe!” you spat the words at his face.

“Oh no, cut it, y/n, I don’t have patience for one more of your tantrums” he rolled his eyes, massaging the knot between his eyebrows.

“Of course, you don’t. When it comes to me the only thing you ever know is lies and more lies. You lie about where you’ve been, about who’s with you, about what you’re doing, you lie saying that you’re gonna stop drinking and stop snorting, and you still fucking do it every time! How am I supposed to trust our relationship like this, Rafe?” your voice breaking a little after your outburst of emotion, holding close to your chest your own fingers where you counted all of his mistakes.

“Okay, y/n, you wanna know the truth? That’s what you wanna hear to stop acting like a bitch?” he spat back, coming closer to your face. In the first months of your relationship you always got kind of intimidated by how bigger Rafe looks when compared to you, but now you created balls of courage to face him.

“Oh please, if you’d let me” you mocked faking a half smile, verbally ignoring that he called you a bitch but giving him a stare that could kill.

“Alright then, I really wasn’t at the office, I was with Topper, he called asking if I was up to have some good times and I agreed. We bought drinks and some coke and stayed there until now. Is it enough for you?” he explained staring at you and waited for your answer. It stung, hearing him say the truth like he didn’t cared about how fucked up it was.

“Why, Rafe, why would you do that? When you asked me to move in I thought you wanted to be closer to me, thought you wanted to have us as your priority” you have finally let your guard down, all your anger has now become disappointment, and it is completely perceptible in your eyes and your words.

“So, what now? Just because us is a priority I can’t spend some time with my old friends anymore?” he questioned arching his eyebrow.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Rafe” you sighed, taking a deep breath before continuing “What bothers me is that you could’ve told me, you know, sometimes is good to let your girlfriend know where you at, and who’s with you. But now I understand why you simply can’t do this, is because you’re a goddamn crackhead, who promises changes and nothing ever actually changes!” you ended up letting your nerves get the best of you, shouting at his face, and giving the slightest push you could to his chest.

“You watch your fucking mouth before talking shit about me again, alright? That’s the last time I’m gonna let it pass” he grabbed you hand that touched him and dropped it beside your heated body, warning you through gritted teeth.

“It’s always the last time, isn’t it? The last time you get drunk, last time you come home too late, last time you get high. I’m so fucking tired of this, Rafe” you rolled your eyes at him and stomped towards your room, hoping he wouldn’t follow you. Which of course, he did.

“You’re tired? Give me a break, y/n” he protested while following you in heavy steps “I’m the one who’s fucking tired here. I’m tired of working my ass off to give you decent living, I took you out of that shit hole in The Cut, I gave you a better life, better food, better clothes, everything you always wanted, and now I have to deal with your crazy outbursts every time I try to do something that does not include you? I’m sorry if while you’re having a princess life, getting your hair and nails done, I’m fucking stressing myself out with business shit to provide you the life you thought you deserved in your dreams” he said violently, waving his furious hands in the air and towards you, but never laying a finger on you.

“But why do you need to keep doing what you do? With the alcohol, and the drugs… that’s not what I want to you, baby. We could work this out together, we could do things for you too…” you practically pleaded this time, reaching out for him not in anger, but more carefully.

“No, baby, we couldn’t. And you wanna know why?” Rafe changed his tone like water to wine, making his words sound like the most kind question he’s ever made, and you nodded your head “It’s because you get on my nerves. I can’t work nothing out when I’m already stressed and listening to your whining just makes it worse. That’s why I need to get drunk, or high even, because that’s the only way I can ignore how tired you can make me sometimes. So, before getting mad, acting like a selfish little slut, and throwing your stupid tantrums, remember that if the way I act pisses you off, it is all your fault” he said it all calmly, in a low voice, caressing your cheek and finished with a sweet smile, looking into your eyes and watching how they watered with his words, while a small pout formed in your face.

“Get out” you whispered, voice breaking as you turned away from his grip to sit on your bed alone.

“Come on, babe, you’re not gonna start crying now, are you?” this time, it wasn’t like he was mocking you, he sounded serious, kind and loving.

“Get out, Rafe. I don’t wanna see you right now, I need to be alone” you repeated yourself gritting your teeth, keeping your eyes closed while a teardrop escaped from each one of them.  

“Nah, uh, uh, none of this, babe, come here, yeah?” he sat beside you, being fast to gently grip your waist and bring you to his lap “Look at me in the eyes… there you go, baby” he reassured you when you finally looked at him, freeing your face from some lose strands of your hair.

“Stop it, please” you mewled even though you had already gave in, just because part of you hates when he acts like that. Rafe’s never so sweet as he’s after a heated argument.

“No need, it’s okay now, huh? We’re okay, I forgive you, and I just told you that so you can get better, right?” he whispered shushing you, and using his rough yet delicate thumbs to wipe the tears that streamed down your face “We’re gonna get better, can I count on you? That you’re gonna get better?” he asked holding your face in both hands.

“Mhm- Yes, I’m sorry… that I stressed you” you whispered, looking away and shyly biting your lip to hold your little cries.

“It’s okay now, baby. You just gotta promise me this is not gonna happen again, yeah? Can you do that?” he pecked your lips, bringing you closer in his lap.

“Yeah, I promise, Rafe.” you sniffled and nodded slightly, earning a bright smile from him.

“That’s it, my good girl” the nickname forced a smile out of you “I knew you would understand me, cause that’s what you are, right? My good girl?” he said lowly between a sequel of kisses around your lips and your jaw.

“Yeah, yours” you nodded again, words escaping through heavy breaths.

“All mine” Rafe smiles again, before bringing his lips to the shell of your ear to whisper “Since you’re a good girl for me, why don’t you get on your knees and start making up from your little tantrum, huh?” he´s kind, but you know he’s ordering, so you have no other choice than obeying.  

#rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe fic #rafe fanfiction #rafe imagine #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks fanfiction #obx3 #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron x you

[faux-ecrivain]

1950s househusband x gn reader

marinette4943 asked: Hey!

I saw your yandere housekeeper and loved the way you wrote it. Do you intend to do a next part?

If so, could you tag me in it?

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Name; Angelo

Thirty second official post

@marinette4943

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From Part 3; 

        He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and does want to talk about anyone else.

              However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape. 

          Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.

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 Subtly, you try to push him away. You didn’t want to be rude, but his unnecessary affection was making you extremely uncomfortable. Sadly, his grip on your arm does not loosen and seems to tighten. Angelo scoots closer, he’s so close that you could count each one of his eyelashes. He sighs, seemingly unaware of how close he is, or maybe he knows and just doesn’t care. You clear your throat and lean as far away from him as you can. “Ahem, so, about that tour…” You smirk awkwardly and try to make a simple conversation, if only to alleviate the discomfort you felt. He acknowledges your words with a hum, but doesn’t respond for quite some time. It’s silent and awkward as you try to ignore the very obvious bedroom eyes Angelo is sending your way.

        You clear your throat again and try to get his attention. “Ahem, Angelo, could you please let go of me or move away?” It takes a moment for your words to sink in and when the do, Angelo shoots away from you. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed with embarrassment and his mouths is agape. It’s clear that he’s absolutely mortified by his behavior. Immediately he begins to apologize. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Neighbor! That was so inconsiderate of me, Oh! I feel so ashamed! Oh, I should go, I shouldn’t behave like that around you!” Part of his apology sounds a bit like an excuse, but you can tell by his expression that his apology is sincere. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m truly sorry if I did!”

          You chuckle and wave off his worries, you begin to placate him, and attempt to halt his incessant apologies. “Oh, it’s alright, Angelo. It really isn’t that terrible, I was uncomfortable, but I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.” Oh, he certainly meant something by his actions, it wasn’t anything sinister, but it was something that Angelo wasn’t ready to face. He was experiencing so much turmoil, the very idea that he almost betrayed his spouse made his physically ill. He could never hurt them like that, sure they weren’t the best spouse, but he still loved them. “No, I-I have to leave, I-I can’t-Oh!” Angelo struggles to breathe, his previous actions set in, and he felt like crying.

         He has to leave, Angelo couldn’t stay another minute is your presence. Especially when he’s constantly tempted to crawl into your arms and never leave them. Once more, you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. “Angelo, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you meant nothing by it and nothing came of it, so it’s alright. Let’s just sit back down and enjoy a nice, civil conversation.” It sounded as though you were trying to calm him down, and that made him feel even worse. Well, the way he felt when you expressed concern for him, made him feel even worse. “No, no, I have to go. My sp-spouse is coming home soon an-and I don’t want to disappoint them.” He tries to reason with himself and his desires, but it’s not working.

       Mostly because his heartbeat seemed to increase with every word that you spoke, he knew what that meant, and he couldn’t give into such sinful desires. He had to stay loyal to his spouse, although, thoughts of loyalty seemed to remind Angelo of the way his spouse has been behaving recently.  Which causes his brows to furrow and halts his apologies, as his mind wanders to his spouses recent behavior. His spouse has been distant (more so than usual) and they keep coming home late. Normally, he wouldn’t worry about that, but each night they come home smelling like cheap perfume, and then he starts to think about the recent rumors he’s heard. The ones about househusband Damian and his cheating spouse. This causes Angelo to consider the idea that maybe his spouse is cheating on him, and the very thought is appealing to him. It causes him to be sick, and he nearly faints. (Luckily you caught him before he could actually fall, and now you’re fussing over him, oh, his heart can’t take it!)

         No, he can’t give into temptation. He has to stay loving and loyal, it’s not that hard, and surely his spouse will take notice of his devotion. He just has to keep trying, right? It doesn’t matter how exhausting it is or how much easier it would be to allow his new neighbor into his heart. Angelo has to remain strong, and eventually, he’ll be rewarded for his loyalty, won’t he?

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    (I don’t really like this installment of househusband Angelo, I’m not proud of it, but I figured that if I do a bit of writing about one of my favorite OCs then I might get back into writing. But, who knows, I’m a creature of habit and writing is exhausting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully, I’ll be back to writing at a normal pace again.)

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[zorobraun]

sexual tension with ghost that leads to sex (but he’s kinda toxic)

“yo, y/n, go tell lieutenant ghost that we’re leaving without him if he doesn’t show up in this motherfucking room right now.” soap says to you with some kind of ironic humour. you look at him as if you don’t really know if he’s being serious about it or not. “i’m not fucking around. you go, girl. i’m not stepping into his bedroom. or office. or whatever the fuck that is.” he sighs, making you want to disappear. really, why you, out of everyone else?

“listen, i know i should take orders from you and shit, but i’m not going in there. you’re his friend, you should be the one to bother him.” you finally stand up for yourself, feeling a little bit insecure about your arguments, since you’re new on the team and you don’t really know how you should act around them. the problem is ghost, truly. if your lieutenant wasn’t him, you wouldn’t be afraid to look at him, talk to him… god, even breathe near him.

“we’re going out without the two of you, then.” alejandro points at you and ghost’s closed door. well, you could say that you don’t really care about going out with these men, but… “fine, i’ll go! fuck, y’all are annoying.” you don’t want to be perceived as the most boring woman of all times. you swallow hard, your footsteps are so shallow that you might disappear in the air. your hands are sweaty and you dry them on your jeans, clearing your throat before knocking on his door.

“soap, i already told you. i’m not fucking going this time.” you hear his annoyed and deep voice echoing through the door. you shiver, closing your eyes. “l-lieutenant, hey, it’s y/n. i’m sorry to bother you, soap told me to come get y…” the door opens abruptly, you almost fall behind you. ghost is so much taller now that you’re standing in front of him. he looks at you in silence, making you feel small. you take a deep discrete breath, but he notices. “what makes you think you could’ve convinced me to go?” ghost chuckles and you want to pinch yourself. is he laughing? you never saw him do it.

“i don’t, i was just following orders.” you say, smiling half heartedly. silence again. he’s analyzing you with his intimidating eyes and you just want to run away. “hm, i see. so obedient, y/n.” he’s mocking you, although he sounds good doing it. you raise an eyebrow at him. asshole. “but you can go now. i’m busy, if you didn’t realize it yet.” rude, as always. you sigh, licking your lips, a bad habit of yours that he can’t help but notice. you’re starting to hate him, the team and this place in general. maybe you should just quit, he makes you feel miserable.

“absolutely. sorry to bother you.” you say with no emotions at all. he almost feels bad for you — the way you’re still standing there, in front of him, quietly hoping that he’ll change his mind. but he never does, so you nod your head and walk away.

(…)

a few days later, you were called to his room in the morning. to show some self respect, you said you had an important task to do, so you could only meet him at night, if that was okay. ghost obviously said yes, since he’ll always prioritize work above anything else. much for your unliking, the night came by really quickly — that’s why you’re standing like an idiot in his doorstep again. “come in.” your hear his voice. you open the door, just to close it behind you when you finally enter his room.

well, when you decide to look around… he’s shirtless. he has his back turned to you, but still. you gulp, panicking. you immediately face the door again, as a way to show respect for his privacy. “um, i should come back tomorrow morning.” you say in a very anxious tone and he laughs. “you can turn around now.” you do it slowly, suspiciously, even. you breathe in relief when you see a dressed ghost.

“i’d say sorry but that’s what you get when you decide to come meet me at night.” ghost says in a playful tone, but he’s serious. he was probably getting ready to sleep because he was shirtless at first and he’s wearing grey sweatpants, alongside with his balaclava. “i’m sorry about that, i should’ve known better.” you glance at him, standing still like a fucking mummy. he walks towards you and you hold your breath for some reason.

“you should’ve.” he agrees with you, making you feel dumb. you sigh, crossing your arms against your chest; as if you’re trapping the urge to tell him to fuck off. “anyways, i just wanted to apologize for being rude to you that night. i was pissed with some work stuff, that’s all.” ghost shrugs, very nonchalant. you just can’t believe how fake he sounds, it makes you let out a dry but low laugh. he looks confused and almost annoyed by your behavior, so you close your eyes for a second before opening the door.

“thank you so much for your sincere apologies, lieutenant.” you look at him with a fake smile, wanting to complete your sentence with ‘i can’t wait for you to be rude again tomorrow and apologize three days later with a very fake affection.’ you walk out of his room, don’t even bothering to close the door because he’ll do it anyway. except he didn’t, since you feel his strong grip on your arm. you stop walking just because you physically can’t, he’s way stronger than you.

“let me go.” you look at him, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “i won’t say it again.” you swallow hard, his fresh but masculine cologne weakening your body. “or what?” ghost challenges you and you hate that he sounds like he’s smirking. “i will…” your breathing is erratic. his eyes are hunting yours, making them his forever. you breathe again. “you will what? you sound so dumb right now, y/n.” he chuckles lowly and you look at him with shame, your cheeks burning hot.

he gently pushes you against the wall, trapping your body with his. ghost’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you shamelessly closer to him. you can even feel the print of his cock against your core, making you hold back a moan. “if you weren’t such a sensible bitch i’d fuck you in this corridor, against the wall, make you really ashamed of how loud you’d be screaming my name.” he says next to your ear and you close your eyes to the devilish sound of his turned on voice.

you accidentally (or not) put one of your legs around his waist so you can feel him better. he grabs your leg and you grind on him discretely; you’re acting like a bitch in heat and it pisses you off. “but you’re tender. you’re a sweetheart, isn’t that right? you act like a princess but look at you now. such a whore, i’m amused.” he keeps degrading you, making you squirm in both pleasure and shame.

“can i kiss you? please.” you beg with your watercolor eyes, making him harder. he takes his balaclava off completely and the world stops. you’re so fucking confused — if he doesn’t trust you yet, why show you his true identity? you don’t seem to care enough about the answer when you finally look at his entire face, admiring every detail of it. how come he’s the prettiest man to ever exist? you don’t say it out loud, though. ghost chuckles before kissing you.

his tongue immediately gets into a fight with yours and you keep struggling to breathe through your nose, due to the adrenaline that makes your whole body feel uneasy. his free hand is placed on your neck and you’re starting to believe that it was made to be there forever. he groans into your mouth so quietly that you’re certain he didn’t expect you to notice it, but you do.

you stop kissing him when you come back to your senses, staring at his honey eyes. “i didn’t expect you to be such a good kisser.” you tease him, stroking the back of his neck. “don’t push it, rookie.” he sounds almost out of breath and it turns you on even more. you kiss him again, until you’re both on his bed, panting and fucking like two dogs. deep down, you always knew that he was a fucker, not a lover. “can you go again, baby? i know you can, be good for me, okay? i’m so fucking close, love. i’m gonna cum inside you, can i cum inside you? yeah? fuck, what a good girl. my obedient gorgeous girl, do i need to remind you that from now on, you only take orders from me and me only? no? good, ‘cause if you ever take orders from soap again, you’ll fucking regret it. i’ll make sure to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk around and do your silly little tasks the next day. i want it so bad, baby. do you want it too? will you break our rule so i can fuck you like that?”

(…)

on the next day, you can’t even think straight without the thought of his cum dripping down your thighs and ghost’s fingers pushing it back inside. you can’t finish your tasks without the urge to run to his room so he can take you down again. last but not least, you really can’t walk properly without feeling a strong ache between your legs.

and you didn’t even break the rule.

#call of duty #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon riley angst #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #simon riley x y/n

[starrysvn]

puppy love | kang yeosang

pairing: kang yeosang x gn!reader

genre: headcanon; e2l (i TRIED); co-workers au, volunteering at an animal shelter; fluff; angst if you really, really squint, crack (i’m nOT funny)

word count: 3.1k

rating: pg-13

warnings: none; one smooch, mayhaps a couple swear words (lowercase intended)

networks: @cromernet

author’s note: happy belated christmas from your secret santa, @armysantiny !! i really hope you’ll enjoy this and i sincerely hoped you spent warm holidays surrounded by people you loved! <3 i’ve tried my very best with the e2l but mAN writing it is so much less fun than reading it. big, huge, thanks to @hwaightme for giving me wonderful ideas to use and delulus to ponder so i could write this down. ilysm <333

kang yeosang is one infuriating individual. for one, there is no way anyone can be so praised and well-liked by literally everyone. not a day goes by where you don’t wonder how his small smiles and quiet attitude could bewitch every last person he talked to. not when he would not bother to say hi in passing to you specifically, or resolve to small nods and monosyllables when talking. to you.

it seems that you are the problem.

you and him work volunteer shifts at the same shelter. only, he deals with cats while you deal with dogs so it wasn’t like you’d see each other that often, but it was often enough to know he doesn’t like you.

not enough to say hi, engage in any sort of coversation or, least of all, help out if needed.

until christmas.

the shelter was decked out, you spent a whole afternoon helping out with decorations, along with yunho and yena, two other volunteers.

and yeosang.

the man almost laughed his ass off watching you balance on a ladder in the most uncoordinated way possible to avoid falling. arms flailing around and everything.

he just stood there, an ornament in his hands, with his stupidly cute smile and watched.

you sigh, scratching behind the ear of the latest rescue dog that was brought in. you like baxter, he is chill and his black, shiny fur does not show signs of him having had to live out in the streets all on his own for weeks anymore. you like him best because it looks like he is listening when you ramble on, in disbelief of the rudeness showcased, about yeosang.

just then, a call of your name sounds in the air, the voice coming from the front desk of the shelter.

“see you later,” you leave behind baxter’s toy, leaving him with one last pat on the head, and make your way to the front where hongjoong had called for you.

you smile upon entering the reception area as it had been a joint decorating effort between you, yunho and yena. the result was looking very much like an elementary school christmas project, but you enjoy the general vibe. the senior rescuer currently behind the counter, looking rather preoccupied with a few papers, however, had just shook his head dejectedly upon seeing the final result.

“i’m sorry to be doing this, but could you take the christmas day shift?” he looks apologetic as he asks, rushing to explain. “it’d only be a half day, I promise that by one you can leave, we’ve got the staff taking care of the other shifts and the morning one’s the only one left uncovered-”

“no worries,” you interrupt his rambling. “i’ll be there.”

hongjoong smiles, looking relieved only for a second, before his face betrays further worrying.

“what is it?”

“nothing, i,” he sighs, shoulders sagging upon seeing the inquisitive look on your face. “yeosang will be working the same shift.”

defeat. dejection. betrayed trust. you groan dramatically, barely hearing hongjoong say that you’d already agreed and it would not be that bad.

surely it’d make for an interesting christmas.

when you arrive on christmas morning, the night shift staff gives you a tired nod and you offer him a smile in return, quickly wishing him happy holidays.

you waste no time in doing the rounds, giving all the cute doggos their breakfast.

while going over the duty checklist left from the night shift staff you hear the bell jingle in the front and roll your eyes.

when you finally decide to go up front it takes a couple of minutes before yeosang finally comes into view.

decked out in his funniest ugly sweater it reads “here comes santa paws” and has a cat wearing a christmas hat on it and with his long hair tucked behind his ears, he’s coming up to you with an awkward air about him.

you squint your eyes in suspicion.

“merry christmas,”

you’re floored, shocked, gaping like a fish looking up at your co-worker who for the first time ever has spoken to you first.

“cookie?” he produces a tupperware from behind his back, carefully removing the lid to reveal the most crooked, ill-decorated christmas cookies you’ve ever seen. some look slightly burned. a gingerbread man has three eyes.

you’re still gaping, not in the slightest understanding how it's possible that he’s spoken to you first, and also not noticing how ever so slowly a blush starts to creep up on his cheeks.

maybe you’re hallucinating, but it snaps you out of your trance.

you quickly reach for the gingerbread man with three eyes.

“thanks,” you mumble, giving him a small smile. “merry christmas.”

yeosang nods, closing the tupperware and disappearing without a word.

so you’re left there, cookie in hand, not knowing what to do with this.

you stay put, eating your cookie, until you hear a loud bang.

you rush to the source of it, finding a very flustered yeosang surrounded by cat litter. at least it’s clean.

you hold in your laughter, seeing him stand there, look around and try to come up with a plan.

“a little help?” you pretend to wipe away tears, facing his deadpan expression.

“you would’ve let me fall from a ladder,”

“you would’ve survived,”

you scoff, turning around to grab the broom and toss it his way. Yeosang catches it, just barely.

“really?”

“you scared my dogs.”

with that, you leave him to his mess, going to comfort and play a little bit with the shaken up puppies.

it’s not until a little later that you show up at the front desk again, noticing yeosang is already sitting there, typing away on the computer.

he’s also got the phone pressed to his ear, helping out someone on the line with cat duties, speaking with his honey voice and a small smile on his face.

it’s almost mesmerizing seeing him wear an expression that’s not his usual blank stare he holds up around you.

“if you’re done staring, we’ve got hongjoong’s checklist to go through,”

just like that, you feel like a deer caught in headlights, heat pervading your face.

“sure,” you shrug, going over to him to take a look at it, trying not to stare at his smug pout.

deep down, very deep down, you think about kissing it away.

if he weren’t so unbearable. but he is. so.

the checklist read “lobby Ikea chairs”

you both looked at each other, confused, until you noticed the boxes hidden behind the counter.

there was a post-it on it that read: “good luck! -HJ”

simply infuriating. you’d lost count of all the times you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes or drop everything and go back to your dogs.

there was no trace of the cold, odd yeosang you were used to.

he’d casually sat down on the spot where you were assembling the Ikea chairs, picked up the instruction manual and waited for you to hand him the screwdriver. bewildered, you had.

that was about two hours ago, before trying to follow instructions had gone to your heads, when it was only extremely awkward and quiet while he read the manual and you tried your best to sneak glances at him. to figure out what possibly could have been going through his head, of course.

now you were busy trying to one up each other in an undeclared war of who is the best handyman, clearly having lost the main aim: building the damned chairs.

“you were supposed to put in the screw first and then the little wooden thingy.”

“does it matter?”

“does your chair look structurally sound?”

“listen, if we start over-” pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes closed with a sigh, you stop him before he could finish his sentence.

“like hell we are, it took us two hours just to get to this.”

“exactly,” his deadpan tone leaves you no choice but to sigh.

“fine,” you give in.

you were going to kill hongjoong.

because it took you only two hours to realize all it took for yeosang to distract you were his hands working on assembling furniture, his voice asking you to pass him stuff and his silence.

if you hated it before, now you appreciated the quiet moments where all you could hear was the faint music coming from the radio and the occasional bark or meow that prompted one of you to stand up and go check on your animals.

of course it was because you didn’t have to hear his disdainful reprimanding, not at all because it gave you the chance to throw glances at him and how a few strands of hair escaped the clips pinning it back and framing his face very nicely. no, not at all. you still couldn’t stand him. mhmh.

once you finally finish building the chairs, he helps you set them up in exchange for the older ones, now piled up in the storage room.

it’s almost second nature for you to hold up your fist for him to bump.

it’s just a thing you do all the time with your friends but now you’re standing there awkwardly, fist mid air, yeosang staring at you very lost, eyes going back and forth from your face to your hand and of course now he’s not going to want to see your face ever again and you feel embarrassment slowly and steadily creeping in the more you stand there until

he fist-bumps back

a little puzzled, seemingly asking if he’s done the right thing with one look, before dropping his hand and clearing his voice

you do the same

“gotta go see the dogs,”

“yeah, no, me too… i mean, the cats, yeah, so-”

he turns around and speeds away.

you follow him.

“so how’re the cats?”

yeosang jumps on his spot, almost dropping the little mouse toy he was about to throw for a kitty to catch.

“sleeping, mostly,” he shrugs. “how’re the dogs?”

you motion for him to follow and, surprisingly, he does.

immediately, he greets the ones that are up or go up to him with a smile on his face that you’ve never seen.

it shines brighter than the sun and you find yourself smiling as well, seeing him crouch down and pat dogs left and right.

then you get a grip, not for long

it leaves you pleasantly surprised how he follows while you introduce him to every dog, how he listens while you explain why they’re there, their stories, their backgrounds

but then, while you try to get some of the dogs to play with you so he could finish the round of greetings, he reaches the puppies’ enclosure and enters it to sit among them

and while he tries to play catch with a couple, one makes his way into his arms

and when he looks down at the pup, he’s wearing the most adoring expression

like a kid seeing snow for the first time

it’s wondrous and starry and happy

and you’re staring as he softly pats the puppy’s head and coos at it

“what’s his name?”

you almost don’t answer, too focused on the scene unfolding and having trouble locating the information he’s asked for in your brain

“i don’t think he has one,” you mumble, patting baxter’s head

“sleepy,” he looks down at the puppy. “cause he’s asleep while everyone wants to play, you know?”

you just nod with a smile, or at least you hope it is because what the fuck

why are you losing your mind over yeosang cradling a sleeping puppy?

why is your brain recognizing just now that your stomach’s doing cartwheels? why do you want to look away but also keep staring?

“what’s this?” you think he’s speaking to himself, but you still catch the words leaving his mouth as he enquires the toy another puppy has just brought him

then yeosang looks up at you, eyes wide as saucers, and your heart drops for being caught staring

he doesn’t say a thing, but looks down prompting you to do the same

it’s the mistletoe chew toy

yunho’s brilliant idea of getting the dogs christmas themed toys

yeosang looks away throwing it

“yunho,” you start, catching your coworker’s attention. “yunho’s idea, to get them those.”

you offer him a pained smile as he nods, scratching his head.

“seonghwa too, for the cats…”

“ah, really?”

“yeah…”

you want to bash your head into the wall

but the phone saves you, so you dash to the front, escaping the burning flames of awkwardness

it turns out to be a family wanting to adopt as a christmas present for their kids

so you say that yes, you’re open and yes they can come in whenever

when they do, yeosang has re-emerged and stands beside you, silent like always

this time around, though, you fear he’ll hear your heart beating out of your chest at the proximity

why’s he so close?

you almost jump to greet the happy family of four when they walk in to the sound of let it snow coming from the radio

“we were afraid it wasn’t going to stop!” the dad says, brushing off some snow from his hat

turns out they’d like to adopt a dog

it surprises you that yeosang follows when you lead the family in but you try to pay him no mind

the kids seem to be enamored with every dog they see, their parents giving them free reign

they’re still very polite and don’t cause much ruckus or yell too loud, which you’re grateful for

“could you tell us more about him?”

you’re about to turn to answer the question, if it weren’t that yeosang’s already at it

he’s introducing the kids to baxter

“he’s been here for a while, he’s very fond of our y/n and his favorite snack is carrots. he doesn’t like loud noises all that much. his past owners left him here because they could no longer take care of him, but he’s looking to find a new home,” he speaks as if he’s always been taking care of him, like he hadn’t just learned all that stuff half an hour ago

and he has his smile on, the one who could charm and warm up even the coldest of hearts

except one detail

you didn’t notice the little girl facing the puppies enclosure

until you hear her go “that one’s sleeping!”

but you can’t tear your eyes away from yeosang and his can’t help but hear his soft giggle as he says “his name’s sleepy”

yeah you want to punch a wall just about now

though you have to snap out of it quick

because you’re now letting this nice family adopt baxter and can’t fuck up the procedure or hongjoong will have your head

“how’d you know?” you ask, a little melancholic but over the moon to finally see your baxter go to a family worthy of him, as you both watch the car pull out of the parking lot.

“know what?” when yeosang turns to look at you, it’s with a shadow of a smile and curious eyes, an expression you’ve rarely ever seen directed your way

you swallow hard before speaking next

“that baxter’s fond of me”

his eyes light up in recognition

yeosang swore no soul shall ever know of this

but now he feels his resolution coming apart under your waiting eyes

because truth is, he’s noticed

he notices everything about you

from how you walk in dragging your feet when you have an early morning shift, relying on your cup of coffee, to how you laugh loudly at yunho’s jokes, always get your favorite snack from the vending machines at just about the same time he goes to get his melon pan he does wait for you to be done before going up to the machines himself

and how deeply you care for the dogs and how you seem to have a soft spot for baxter

maybe he’s even heard you once or twice rambling on and on to him about how you don’t get why he doesn’t like you

truth is, he sees you, and he likes you

so much

too much

he’s afraid of doing the wrong thing, say the wrong thing and make you hate him

but apparently his plan had backfired immensely

that’s why he insisted hongjoong gave him and not seonghwa the christmas shift

he even baked stupid cookies to give you

“ah, well…” yeosang has no idea how to get out of this one. “you just seemed to like him a lot from the way you spoke about him”

you hum, not really convinced

yeosang notices though, just as he notices the car of the afternoon staff pull in under the snowfall to free you of your volunteering duties

it’s not long before the shift’s over and he’s not going to see you until after the holidays

so, as you part ways to say goodbye to the pets and grab your coats, he musters up some courage

under the snowfall, he calls your name

when you turn around his dark hair is lightly dusted with snowflakes, only making him look more ethereal, and his eyes are determined

you don’t know what’s up with you today and why suddenly he’s making you feel like a teenager dealing with their first crush under his gaze

“yes?”

he comes closer, much more than he’s ever been, so close that you’re frozen on the spot

“just wanted to let you know that you can redeem your mistletoe kiss whenever you want to”

there’s a smugness in his voice, in his pouty smirk and a sense of accomplishment shining clear in his honey eyes

have they always been this mesmerizing?

his words and his warmth leave you breathless for just a beat too long, until your eyes fall on his lips

when you look back into his eyes, his are already looking at you, waiting

“alright,” you mutter lowly, pecking his lips once, testing the waters

he places another peck on your lips and, before you know, you’re kissing him

it feels exhilarating, and soft, so soft, just like his lips. just like the hand that’s come up to cup your cheek, bringing you closer, deepening the kiss.

when you come up for air you giggle, yeosang following suit

“may i also interest you in a coffee?” he asks, hand still on your cheek, gently brushing away snowflakes before they melt. you smile.

“i thought you hated me,” it almost sounds like a question and your brow furrows when he clicks his tongue.

“have you ever heard about the concept of quiet, introverted people who feel highly intimidated by awesome, funny, pretty people?”

you laugh, finally presented with the answer to the question that most replayed in your head

“take me on a date, hilarious, quiet, handsome guy”

he blushes and you know he’ll blame it on the cold, but only brushes his nose against yours

and to think you thought he couldn’t stand you mere hours ago

now he’s here, making your heart melt like snow upon touching his perfect skin

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[piratefalls]

welcome back to the latest edition of biweekly fic recs! as always, mind the tags, if you can't leave a nice comment don't leave one at all, and happy reading!

masterlist.

There's No Problem That San Diego Can't Solve by @historicallysam

Alex doesn’t even bother knocking; he simply twists the knob on the door and shoves it open. His eyes narrow as the door bangs against the wall and he sees Henry on the phone. Maybe (definitely) it’s rude but his blood is fucking boiling so he doesn’t really care.

All the Ocean was Sleeping by @sparklepocalypse

The worst part about being a siren in the modern era, Henry ponders as yet another ship flies past his cove at a speed that he knows will disturb the anemone gardens below, is the yacht bros. Between the sound of their vessels’ motors and the dissonant noise the humans call music, Henry’s singing has no chance of attracting anyone’s attention.

cause you're a classic, and i'm reckless by @firenati0n

“I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.” At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.” Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away. “Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.” “Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?

Over Land and Sea by SatinBirds

Alex and Henry come from very different worlds, and still, they manage to find each other.

Clean Slate by smc_27

“Henry.” Pez comes over, puts both hands on Henry’s cheeks and looks him dead in the eye. “You are not a sad man who’s gotten dumped. You’re in the prime of your life, and I quite desperately need you to act like it.” “The prime of my life,” Henry scoffs, more incredulous than questioning. “I’ve just gotten out of a 15 year relationship, endured a divorce, am suffering an almost impressive case of writer’s block, and your hands are like bloody icicles.” Pez grins, doesn’t take his hands away. “Explain to me how this is my prime. Please.” Pez tilts his head, and sounds entirely serious when he says, “Literally anything can happen from here.”

in bloom by stutteringpeach

Yoo, can u hook me up with some flowers?? It's the busiest day of the year for florists. Alex texts Henry with a last minute request.

here is a map (with your name for a capital) by @alasse9

That day at the Rio de Janeiro Olympics, Alex comes across the very same Prince Henry who just dismissed him having a panic attack in a bathroom. The choice Alex makes then has ripple effects neither of them could have ever expected. What's the story like, when they actually are friends all along? “So, you’re going back to England tonight, and you’ll spend the next three days pretending you two are the closest and best of friends until we can put this mess behind us.” And there are reasons he hasn’t told anybody this, good reasons, even though he’s sure June and Nora saw through him ages ago. Faced with his mom’s disappointment, though, and with the realization that the entire world apparently thinks he hates Henry and would willingly shove him into a fucking cake, he can’t stay quiet. “But we are friends,” he says, vehement and serious. “We have been for years. He’s—he’s probably my best friend, actually, along with Nora.”

thoughts of you consume by yrsonpurpose

Henry sees Alex appear on the red carpet in a blue suit that screams sex on legs and is ready to throw away all attempts at concealing their secret relationship in the name of dropping to his knees at the first available opportunity.

eyes on me by matherine

Alex’s hips buck back against Henry’s mouth the moment his tongue does more than tease, and Henry squeezes his hip in gentle consternation. But before he can say anything, Alex is already rambling. “Sorry, I’m — I’m sorry, I know you said not to move, and I’m trying, I — I’m trying to be good, I promise,” he blurts, voice shaking ever so slightly from something that certainly doesn’t sound like pleasure, resolutely refusing to turn his head so that he can meet Henry’s gaze from where he’s positioned behind him. Henry’s heart aches. “Alex — love, it’s alright. Where’s your mind?” Or: Sometimes, Alex needs a distraction. Something to take the edge off, to scrub away at the stress of the day. Some days, it works better than others. 

the evolution of intimacy by Poutini

There’s no spontaneity anymore. One might think this boring. That the novelty had worn off. The spark snuffed. Absolutely not

Want Me by OrchidScript

Henry had always been weak for a nice smile, but his was impossible to ignore. Blame it on summer heat and a fresh flush in his cheeks. Blame it on sunset painting the outdoor bar sweltering, romantic colors. Blame it on two healthy glasses of albariño thrumming in his bloodstream, or the good music floating on the air. Henry could blame it on anything liked if he thought long and hard about it, but that didn’t change much at the end. The core remained the same: he had been gone from the jump. -- Henry and Alex hook up on a vacation in Spain. Henry falls a bit deeper.

fill my lungs with sweetness by @priincebutt

Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor wakes up at 3 AM on his birthday to an empty bed. What could Alex possibly be getting up to at 3 AM the night before his birthday? The possibilities are endless.

got myself in quite a tangle by coffeecatsme

"It seems I've gotten myself in quite a tangle." "Tangle?" Henry's voice is hoarse, eyes darkened as they travel over Alex's body. They stop at his crotch, and Alex can see it even under the dim lights—Henry's growing hard too, a visible bulge pushing at his sweatpants. Alex's cock gives a desperate twitch. "Y'know, I was trying to put them around the tree," he starts, gesturing at the plain tree at the corner. It's clear he didn't even attempt to touch it. "And somehow I've managed to completely trap myself. Can't even move my hands." Henry makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat as his eyes snap up to Alex's face. Alex flashes him a suggestive grin, teeth biting down on his lip. "Seems I'm completely at your mercy."

The Forces of Chance and Coincidences by @stellarm

Bad weather leads to a late flight that leads to no one being where they wanted to be, but maybe everyone was where they needed to be.

I've never felt safer (than when I'm with you) by viciouslyqueer

Alex takes the bag and opens it slowly, careful not to rip it, and gasps quietly as he sees what’s inside. “H, you didn’t…” Strong arms wrap around his waist from behind, Henry’s chest warm against his back. “Do you like it?” Henry asks in a whisper, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder. Alex doesn’t know what to say. Gingerly, like he might ruin it with even the smallest touch, he takes out the silky fabric and holds it up in front of them. It’s a gorgeous dress, fancy too, in a deep red color with thin straps and an open back. It’s long, almost touching the floor even as Alex holds it up and has a slit on the left side that would probably end a little above Alex’s knee.

An Amateur's Guide to Professional Gift-Giving by anincompletelist

Alex, a former-law-student-taking-some-time-off turned professional part-time gift giver, is tasked with finding a gift for the most high profile client he's ever worked with, both in and out of the world of law. It turns out finding the perfect gift for the Prince of Wales might be easier than he'd anticipated.

Love At First Bark by everwitch

“I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

don't let me get drunk again by headabovethewater

Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass. Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.

The Beginner's Guide to Floristry by clottedcreamfudge

As if there's anything romantic about it; as if it's not the most humiliating death Alex can imagine. This is why he doesn't do relationships. This is why he never will. The risk, as far as he fucking sees it, is too great. -- Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible.

Everything you take, you make it better. So go on, take forever by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

It's 2024, and nobody knows they're engaged. But they will, just as soon as Alex can decide what to wear to his birthday dinner. Henry has an idea and a special gift to match.

false pretenses by rizcriz

Henry spins around, glaring at Alex. “For christs sake,” He hisses, holding a hand out between them. “Can we just not? I do not have the capacity to pretend to hate you today.” Alex splutters as Henry turns on his heel and starts to walk away. He stares after him helplessly. “Pretend?” After a beat, he starts to follow after him, “What the fuck do you mean pretend?” Three years of breathing down each others necks, fighting every time they come in contact with each other. And if Henry is saying every single thing on his end has been pretend, Alex Claremont-Diaz is going to have a fucking breakdown. Because he has been harboring this stupid fucking crush and burying it beneath false antagonism, meeting Henry where he’s at, for three years, and if Henry is implying that they’re both faking it— -- or, Alex learns better.

turn the desert to glass (you would be the one) by @taste-thewaste

Henry and Alex's domestic bliss has lead to some changes in Henry's body. Henry doesn't really mind being a little chubby, but he wonders if Alex does. Alex, it turns out, does not. Not one bit. He does not mind one bit, and he is more than eager to prove it.

coming on fast like good dreams do by cricketnationrise

When Henry recovers from his unexpected factory reset, he still can’t really breathe properly and somehow Alex is still standing in front of him with a hopeful and excited expression on his face. “Run that by me again?” he asks faintly. “I need your help.” “Right…” “I need you to edge me. Like a lot,” Alex says with a shrug. Nope, it’s not any clearer a second time around.

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[badasmuse]

“Partition”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), oral sex, lowercase intended, bottom!bada, language, mommy kink?

Summary: the tension between you and Bada becomes too much for you to handle.

Based off “Partition” by Beyoncé

y/n has been my stylist for about three years now. whenever i have an event, a performance, or a dinner, i call her hoping she’s available to do my hair, makeup, and help me pick an outfit. today is just the same. i have a performance and i need her there with me.

“what do you want ms. bada?” she says sweetly when she answers the facetime call.

i groan, “i hate when you call me that.”

“i know that’s why i do it. what’s up baby?” i watch her move around a bit in her bed. i hate that i’m interrupting her day off.

no i don’t.

“i have a performance at seven i need my girl with me.” i say giving her my bada lee 1000 watt smile.

“just because you smile all sweet doesn’t mean i’ll give in. but because rent is due in three days i’ll come. i’ll be there around five. go wash your hair you still have glitter in it and i hate glitter.” she says before she hangs up. how rude.

two hours go by and the doorbell rings. i run to the door excitedly.

“y/n!!” i exclaim pulling her in.

“hey easy, i’m clumsy.”

“sounds like a you problem. okay so they’re sending a car to come get us in thirty minutes. i couldn’t get all the glitter out but i tried.” i say holding onto her as she takes her shoes off.

“that’s what you get for cheating on your hairstylist. i should shave your head bald.” she mumbles going to the kitchen and opening the fridge. “ugh how do you live with no food?”

“there’s oreos in the cupboard.”

“i love you.”

i smile and collect my things waiting for the car to pull up. “where’s your bag?” i ask.

“in my trunk. i didn’t feel like getting it out. i figured my bestie boo bada would get it out for me.” she smiles at me and my heart skips a beat.

“of course.” i look at the window and see the car pull up. “the car is here. you ready?”

she grabs a couple oreos and puts them in a napkin in her pocket and nods.

we load everything in the car and climb in the backseat. “i’m charging you extra for making me come out. i was comfortable in bed.”

“i’ll pay you whatever you want.” i say not even looking at her, scrolling on my phone.

“excuse me miss?” the driver says and i look up.

“yes?”

“we hit traffic, it’s going to be at least thirty minutes i’m so sorry.” he says.

“oh it’s not your fault. i’ll just let them know. what time will we make it by?”

“six thirty is what it says.”

“shit that gives me thirty minutes.”

“i’ll do your makeup in here. saves us time.” y/n says. she reaches behind our seats, being in a van it’s real easy to access the trunk, and grabs her makeup bag.

she grabs out the primer and everything else she needs. “okay.. yeah imma have to sit on your lap this ain’t gon work.” she climbs on my legs and hangs her ring light from the ceiling before she grabs me gently. i let it happen, it’s not the first time she’s been in my lap doing my makeup.

“you need to start doing your skincare routine morning and night bada. not just at night.” she mumbled rubbing primer onto my face.

i sit still as she does her job, staring at her as she concentrates and closing my eyes when needed. the light strokes of her fingers on my face sends chills down my spine as it does every single time.

then i feel her move to my lips, i part them slightly and she applies what i assume is liquid lipstick to them. she uses her thumb to clean it up and i hear her breathe in sharply. causing me to look up.

“you have pretty lips..” she mumbles.

there’s always been slight sexual tension between us since the third month of her being my stylist. there’s always tiny touches, or she’ll let her hand linger sometimes after doing my makeup or hair. i’ve seen video edits of me and her together hugged up and you can see how uncomfortably tense we are despite being extremely comfortable with each other.

i look in her eyes and hers flicker from mine to my lips. “fuck..” she whispers before pressing her lips to mine.

i grab her shirt moaning quietly into the kiss, parting my lips so she can move her tongue inside my mouth. her hands go to my hair and she pulls it slightly making me groan. “y/n we… what are we doing?”

“let me take care of you.” she whispers in my ear, “excuse me driver? can you roll up the partition please.”

his eyes flicker in the rear view mirror before he rolls up the partition and turns the music up slightly.

y/n kneels down in front of me and pulls my jogging pants off. i made it easy for her by not wearing anything under them. that was sarcasm by the way.

i suck in a breath as she runs her fingers up and down my folds spreading my juices all over me.

“y/n..” i whine quietly and she looks at me.

“do you trust me bada?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.

i nod my head before she even finishes her sentence, “more than anything.”

she doesn’t respond, mouth going right to my clit making me moan. she flicks her tongue skillfully and i arch my back off the seats.

she pulls me closer by my thighs, licking from my hole to my clit before she shoves a finger in me. i let out another moan bracing myself against the seat. it’s been so long since i’ve had anyone touch me this way i feel like cumming now.

“y/n..” i say rolling my eyes back as she adds another finger, “fuck i’m so close mommy.” i start to pull away from her, the feeling of her tongue is too good i can’t take it much longer.

“don’t pull away from me.” she rasps slapping my clit which had me jerking in the seat. fuck she’s so rough.

“i’m sorry i’m sorry.” i repeat the two words a couple more times incoherently. “please.. please right there.” i whine as she curls her fingers against my spot. i’m seeing stars.

“cum for me bada.” she whispers flicking her tongue once again and boy i lost it.

i let out a loud whine as i came on her fingers, body shaking, back arching, hands gripping the seat of the car. i fall back and work to catch my breath.

y/n grabs a baby wipe from the trunk and gently cleans me up before helping me pull my pants back up.

i whine quietly and she pulls me to her seat and climbs on my lap before leaning my head on her chest, stroking my hair.

“you did so good for me baby.” she whispers, kissing my forehead. i hide my face in her chest still whining. i’m extremely sensitive and exhausted.

“i’m sleepy..” i mumble.

she looks out the window, “take a quick nap, we’re still stuck in traffic.” she whispers. i lay my head on her shoulder and just as i was about to shift into dream land..

“did you call me mommy?”

uh oh.

#Spotify #bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #imagine #oneshot

[wandasgf]

II. DARK LEGION. mdni. 18+. series masterlist

pairings: wanda maximoff + mutant!reader

summary: you and wanda talk... kind of

warnings: slight violence

wc: 1.8k~

< previous chapter | next chapter >

It’s a stupid question, Wanda knows that. Of course you know about the prophecy, why else would you be here? There is no way that you just happened to show up out of nowhere without knowing. You nod, and you’re happy your hands are occupied in your pockets to stop them from twitching or fidgeting, you haven’t had this many eyes on you in, well, a while. “Agatha spoke to me about it briefly,” you pause for a second, “but I’m not entirely familiar with what it seems to be talking about.”

You hope Wanda understands what you mean when you say that without having to say it explicitly. You’re familiar with who Chthon is, but what you don’t know is what exactly the Darkhold means by Wanda being ‘born from Chthon’ and simply because of the nature of the God, you’re not sure she would be willing to discuss it so openly and in front of everyone. You’d been thinking about it for a combined few hours now, trying to figure out what exactly is meant by the word ‘born’. You were actually largely confused by the fact that this prophecy was in the Darkhold at all. That, however, was something you could think about later.

Agatha cuts in before Wanda can speak and effectively seals both of your fates, “Wanda, dear, why don’t you take our Hunter to the library? You two can discuss the prophecy while the rest of us come up with a plan. Maybe some of Tony’s gadgets can help track down Lilith.” She smiles after she’s done and you both know you can’t say no because it wasn’t really a question. You should just leave, really, go back to that middle of nowhere town and forget all of this even happened, but you still can’t shake that nagging feeling in the back of your head. The one that tells you this is something you have to do whether you want to or not.

It’s quiet as the two of you walk to the library, the only sound being your footsteps on the floor and the occasional bird chirping outside when you walk past an open window. It’s not an entirely awkward silence, it’s just that neither of you are particularly willing to start a conversation. You’re focused too much on trying to remember exactly where the library is just in case it becomes useful in the future, and Wanda’s trying not to focus on the way her heart speeds up when you're near.

In order to ignore the way your own heart seems to be beating out of your chest, something that hasn’t happened in a long long time, you attempt to make small talk. “What,” you pause for just a second, trying to figure out which question you want to ask, “did Tony mean when he said ‘new’ loverboy? And what’s so funny about me not being a boy?” It comes out a little awkwardly, not used to talking with people lately. And, admittedly, you realize you sound a little childish asking this particular question and something tugs at the nerves in your forearms when you do. It gives you a feeling you’d rather not think about.

Wanda merely glances at you, “I don’t believe that has anything to do with the prophecy, does it?”

You inwardly wince. Wrong question to ask, then. Your people skills clearly need work, but Wanda is also clearly guarded and doesn’t seem to want you around. She’d sounded unhappy, but cordial at best when she greeted you merely ten minutes ago. You can’t blame her, though, you’re not that happy to be here either. However, you can be cordial, too. There’s no need to act familiar with her, because even if it feels like you are, you’re not. “Of course, my apologies. That was rude of me to ask.. I’m sorry if I’ve overstepped.”

It really is none of your business what Wanda’s past relationships were or if she had any at all, you’re not sure why that was one of the first questions you asked, it wouldn’t usually be. What you do know is that the pulling in your nerves has shifted to a pulling at your veins that spreads through your body and you’re certain that it has nothing to do with Wanda now. You try not to let it show, but something outside of the compound is beckoning you towards it, calling for every essence of your being.

Your head snaps to the side and quicker than Wanda can even open her mouth to ask why you’ve stopped walking, your dagger is unsheathed and lodged into the chest of some… thing, pinning it against the wall and watching as the holes where its eyes would be glow green before they go dim and the creature turns to ash with a shrill screech. You’re not sure what it is and neither is Wanda, but the pulling in your veins has stopped and you feel the tension leave your body.

“What was that?” Wanda’s eyes have widened slightly as she looks between you and the pile of ash on the ground. “I…” you’re hesitant to say it, not wanting to face the facts, “believe it was sent by my mother.” You re-sheath the knife when you’re sure that was the only one. Wanda hadn’t even noticed you had it, otherwise she might have been more hesitant than she already was to go to the library alone with you. Even though she has no reason to suspect you’ll hurt her. In fact, part of her knows that you would never.

“What a—” Wanda thinks of what to say, not wanting to say anything to offend you, but knowing a thing or two about bad ‘parents,’ “nice welcome present.” She settles with, and you actually laugh a little. It’s quiet and it’s mixed with a bit of disbelief, but it’s a laugh and Wanda almost doesn’t hate the way it makes her feel warm inside. “Yeah, it almost makes up for the missed birthdays.”

The rest of the walk to the library is quiet and uneventful. Since there was only the one creature in the hallway and you couldn’t sense any more, the two of you decided you’d just tell Agatha after she was done whatever it was she was doing and perhaps she could tell you what it was. It wasn’t quite so tense with you and Wanda now, a little joke goes a long way, but neither of you attempted to make any small talk afterwards. You don’t feel the apprehension radiating off of Wanda anymore and she doesn’t feel the need to run away radiating off of you.

The library is nice if not a little dusty, as if the Avengers don’t make use of it nearly as much as they should. If you had a library like this you would be in it all the time. The bookshelves are a deep brown color and you run your fingertip across the length of one of the smaller shelves. Real wood. The room itself is huge and the walls are lined with bookshelves. There’s space in the center of the room with a large wooden table and a few chairs, but the rest of the space is filled with rows of bookshelves. You wonder just how many topics are covered in all of these books and if any of them have anything to do with what’s going on right now.

Your fingertips graze the spines of a couple of books as you make your way to the table, stopping to peer around the room. Wanda doesn’t speak, just observes as you take in the compound’s library. She had been enamored with it when she first moved into the compound and it seems to have the same effect on you. She’s noticed that the older books are the ones that catch your eye and for reasons she’s largely ignoring, files that detail away for later.

You reach into your back pocket and grab the envelope, taking it out and setting it on the table without really looking. It slides a little when it hits the wood before stopping. You don’t speak at first and neither does Wanda, waiting for you to figure out what you want to do, watching the wheels turn in your head as you look up at the ceiling. You take a breath before you look at the witch. There’s not exactly any point in keeping secrets, you decide.

“You know, I wasn’t going to come. When Agatha sent me that letter,” you gesture to the wrinkled envelope on the table, “I was fully prepared to ignore it. After all, it’s not exactly custom to agree to help someone you haven’t seen or spoken to in fifteen years, but there was something nagging me in the back of my mind, telling me I had to at least figure out what it was she wanted. But now that I’m here… I don’t think that’s what it was at all.”

Wanda’s breath catches because she knows what you’re going to say next and she doesn’t know if she wants you to or not. She feels it, too, the pull in her chest, and it’s like she can almost see the energy that connects you to her and her to you. She doesn’t entirely hate your presence anymore and it’s scary. It’s scary because it’s only been about 30 minutes and she can’t tell if these are her own feelings or if she just thinks she’s feeling this way because she’s supposed to. It’s scary because no one had ever made her feel anything more than indifference in less than a week. Up until she’d met you, hell, up until ten minutes ago, she had sworn to herself that she wouldn’t want anything to do with you, but now that you’re here she doesn’t know if she can ignore that pull. It’s almost infuriating. It was something she was going to ignore until you brought it up, but now that you have—

“I still don’t really know what I’m supposed to be doing here, but,” your voice pulls Wanda back to the present and she knows she has to stop you before you continue. “Don’t… please,” it’s a plea because she knows once you say those words there’s no taking them back, once the universe knows, there’s no taking it back, “I know, but it hasn’t even been a day and I,” her next words make bile rise up in her throat, “I have Vision.”

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[eepywriters]

.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity

a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!

Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.

Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.

A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.

“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.

An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.

“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.

The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.

“There you are baby”

The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.

He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.

Oh what a grave mistake that was.

A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.

“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.

And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).

Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).

“Good morning birthday boy”.

Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.

“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.

“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.

“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?

Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.

“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”

He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.

He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.

“It’s rude to stare you know?”

“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.

“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.

You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.

He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.

“Here you go, I hope you like it”.

You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.

He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.

“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.

“Actually… I made it”.

Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.

“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.

He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.

“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.

“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.

Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.

“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.

“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.

“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.

You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.

“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.

You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.

“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.

“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.

“Nu uh”.

“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.

The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.

You knew what was coming.

“No wait, we can talk ab-“

You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.

His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.

“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.

“Nu uh”

Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.

　　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

extra:

Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).

Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.

“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.

“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.

“Fuck yes”.

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #birthday fic #GUYS I TRIED #im actually proud of this #speedrun it and it came out good like whaaat #nvm guys it took 6 hours #i’m so tired #not edited

[shcyc]

! KINKS

i am so sorry for the long post but tumblr fucked up my format so i cant add the “readmore”

synopsis: haikyuu men and their kinks! — msby4, meian, shion

cw; kinks. these are just my opinions so yah

HINATA SHŌYŌ

don’t let this man’s good and innocent looks fool you, he’s a fucking sex machine and im sure he has a lot of kinks but if I had to pin it down to two, its definitely praise and size kink!

tell me he wont call you names like pretty girl and sweetheart <3 likes it both ways for praise kink — if you tell him how good he’s making you feel, he’s gonna fuck you into oblivion, like you probably wont be sleeping till morning (not that I’m complaining)

him being "small" his whole life honestly deflates his ego a little — so when you whimper and claw at him as he pushes inside you because of how big he is, he can't help but get even harder, stretching you out even more

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he’s so mean, we all know that, so we aren’t surprised when he runs that dirty mouth of his whenever he fucks you hard — so degrading and dacryphillia are probably his top two kinks!

but sometimes, I feel like despite him being mean all the time, he just really likes soft sex and the intimacy the two of you share during that period it’s just something very precious to him

his favorite thing would be seeing you on your knees, dick in your mouth as you tear up while he thrusts himself into you — he just thinks you look so pretty whenever he does that while you struggle to make him feel good

MIYA ATSUMU

dacryphillia and probably exhibition / voyeurism? you crying because hes stretching and fucking you out so good makes his head fuzzy and will have him weak in the knees, though he’d never admit it because you’d tease him — he just loves seeing your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks when he pleasures you

likes to watch and be watched. wants to see you pleasure yourself and moan his name, he wants / hope people watches when he fucks you to show everyone how good he’s making you feel

won’t be surprised if he was the one to suggest a gang bang with the rest of the MSBY / inarizaki team! (sounds like a new smut idea)

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

hes such a baby so cute so precious! but bondage and overstimulation is in my head whenever I see him — he likes to see you all wrapped up and presented to him on the bed, just for him to “unwrap”

ok but tie his wrists up when you wanna take control and he will worship you like you’re his god (which you technically already are in his mind) — but yes he likes it both ways! tell me otherwise

he overstimulates because — one, you’d be crying and begging him to stop / for more. two, he gets to go again and again until he passes out. three, both of you feel good, simple as that

MEIAN SHŪGO

ah the captain <3 this man is another sex machine! he’d edge you so much because its both enjoyable for him and you, which is similar to bokuto — more so for him because he gets you hear you whimper and chant his name over and over like a prayer

manhandling! (is that a kink tho?) I mean, he’s just so big and strong that he can’t help but “throw” you around like a doll — side note: he calls you doll and I think that’s pretty cute!

I also think he’d be really into degrading you — fuck, he just can’t help it, you know? you’re so cute underneath him, the dirty words just slip right out of his mouth like honey

INUNAKI SHION

based on haikyuu wikipedia, he teases a lot so I’m assuming he’s into teasing but that isn’t really a kink so I would believe that he has similar kinks to hinata and atsumu? praise / degrading and exhibition

I feel like his praises would sound degrading — “such a good little slut for me”, etc. he’s mean but definitely on the kinder side (though I do think he can be quite rude and mean at times)

and he’s probably the type to pretend he doesn’t like exhibiting but would be so down to watch you try to finger yourself and fail terribly just so you can whine and beg for him to help you!

© 2022 shcyc — this one is for @shuian because I missed you so much <3

#haikyuu #timeskip haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo #msby #timeskip hinata #msby smut #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #miya atsumu #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #shion inunaki #shion inunaki x reader #shion inunaki smut #shion inunaki msby #timeskip sakusa #timeskip atsumu #timeskip bokuto #msby 4 #= headcannons!

[leviathans-watching]

can i request a continuation of this post: (https://www.tumblr.com/leviathans-watching/655248256619724800/brothers-or-datables-with-an-mc-whos-given) if u havent already done so ? n if u have done a continuation than can u link me to the post :) ? thank

finally calling the dateables by a pet name

includes: the dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: this was a blast from the past! i hope you enjoy!!! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so come say hi

please reblog this yall

➳ diavolo frowns, thinking about your behavior towards him. you weren’t acting strange, warm and kind to him as ever, but he can’t help but feel a distance from you when he considers how intimately and familiarly you call everyone else. “what are you thinking so hard about?” you tease gently, giving him a smile, and his frown deepens. should he say anything? or would that be childish? you roll your eyes. “just spit it out,” you chasten, and so he does. “i was just thinking about how you never call me by a pet name. it’s not fair.” you can’t help but laugh; considering everything the demon lord and acting demon king has to focus on, he’s hung up on this? “you want me to? i just thought you might find it rude for me to discard your title. but i can call you by a pet name–in fact, i’d be glad to. how does ‘tiger’ sound?”

➳ barbatos adjusts his collar slightly, unable to pinpoint why he’s so irritated. all you’d done is paused in your conversation with him to ask simeon to get something, weaponizing your pet name for him to make the job get done faster. oh, that was it. you’ve never once weaponized a pet name against him. he doesn’t know what kind of face he makes at the realization, but you notice something’s wrong and give him a questioning look. barbatos smiles thinly. “sorry, i hope you don’t mind the request, but can you call me a pet name? i’m afraid i’m feeling a little left out.” you blink at him, and he grows somewhat self-conscious. “sorry, forget it, it was a weird ask of you.” “no!” you hasten to reassure him. “absolutely, i will. now, baby, will you go help simeon? i think he’s struggling.”

➳ simeon hasn’t really, you know, dated before. so it’s not unusual for him to do research, making sure he’s being a good boyfriend by looking at the most reputable of resources: teen girl magazines. but when he finds an article about ‘picking the perfect pet name for your partner’, he realizes you’ve never once called one another by a pet name. you call the others familiarly, but not him… he does what anyone would do and sets out to remedy that. “hey, mc,” he begins, “do you think we could call one another by pet names? this article says it’s a good way to further a relationship and deepen the bonds between a pair.” “just what are you reading?” you ask with a chuckle, but give in, quite liking the idea. “how does ‘sweetheart’ sound?”

➳ solomon puts at you. “call me by a pet name! you call everyone else one but are only rude to me! it’s not fair!” you raise your brows. “fine. i had a few i wanted to try out anyway.” your easy agreement should have been a sign; you spend the next few days calling him every variation of pet name. it’s funny when you call him ‘studly’, mildly embarrassing when you shout ‘snuggle buggle’ across the cafeteria, and just plain annoying when you refer to him as ‘shortcake’ for an entire conversation. he gets back at you when you call him ‘wild thing’, stating, truthfully, that he likes that one and it’s a keeper. “fine, wild thing,” you smirk. “love you.” “i love you too, sugar plum,” he says, enjoying how your face contorts.

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#obey me #obey me game #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #diaovlo obey me #obey me diavolo #barabtos obey me #obey me barbatos #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #solomon obey me #obey me solomon #diavolo x ypu #diavolo x reader #simeon x you #simeon x reader #barbatos x you #barbaros x reader #solomon x you #solomon x reader #obey me x you #obey me x reader #leviswriting #leviswriting-obeyme #anon ask #answered asks

[harrywavycurly]

I need to see Nancy meet one night stand Reader😂 i just wanna see how it goes.

Hiii babes!! We’ll ask and you shall receive 😂 I hope you enjoy these conversations! I also added Max and Robin into the mix as well just to get that outta the way!💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

-also reminder you’re not very nice(yet) in this series so like…there’s that😂🙈

*Eddie just wants you to meet some of his friends and per usual you’re not really in the mood*

“Hey I’m Nancy…it’s uhm great to finally meet you.” “Yeah? Why is it so great?” “Jesus can you be nice for like five minutes? Please?” “Fuck off Eddie and leave me alone…I don’t need a damn babysitter to meet your friends.” “Fine I’ll just…be over there…sorry in advance if she makes you cry.” “Uh…okay…” “It’s nice to meet you…so uhm you’re Will’s older sister?” “Uhm close I’m Mike’s older sister….” “Sorry they all kinda blend in…can I ask you a question?” “Sure sure yeah…go ahead.” “You get your car worked on a lot?” “What? My…car? No not really…oh that’s right I saw you at Eddie’s work the other day.” “Yeah I saw you too…have you two…hooked up or anything?” “Me and Eddie? God no…no no never…ever.” “Why’d you say it like…that?” “Sorry I didn’t mean to sound rude but uhm no Eddie and I are just friends…I uh did date Steve…for a bit.” “Snackless Steve? You dated him?….yeah I guess I can see why Eddie isn’t your type then.” “Snackless Steve?” “Long story…gotta save it for the next time we see each other or we won’t have anything to talk about.” “Right…..”

“It’s Robin right?” “Yes that’s me…you waiting for Eddie?” “Yes he told me to come to family video and wait with Robin until he gets here.” “What’s with the step by step instructions? He think you’re five or something?” “He does it because he knows it annoys me…” “ah…got it…so…what’s it like?” “What’s what like?” “Well having Eddie’s baby and having to deal with…all that.” “I haven’t had the baby yet so I don’t know what that’s going to be like…I’m assuming it’s going to suck ass…as far as dealing with Eddie I try to limit the time we spend together but it’s hard because he always wants to be around me…he’s fucking clingy.” “Yes! I knew it wasn’t just me! He’s like a damn spider monkey…doesn’t know personal space at all.” “Exactly…oh I think that’s him.” “Did he just-” “honk at me again asshole and I’m slashing your tires and calling Wayne.” “I like you.” “Thanks…you’re not terrible either.” “I’ll take that.”

“So he really knocked you up huh?” “He did…but he’s not…totally horrible.” “That’s good…but if he ever gets mean let me know and I’ll shove a potato in his exhaust pipe.” “I appreciate that…sorry what’s your name again?” “I’m Max…I live just over there…whats he doing anyway?” “He has convinced himself he can build a backseat in the van for a car seat…” “that’s…not going to work.” “Yeah he’s kinda an idiot…” “you sure know how to pick ‘em…” “it was dark and I was drunk okay?” “Son of a bitch…what the fucking hell…” “that’s my queue…gotta go tell him he’s a dumbass…nice talking to you Max.” “Yeah same…see you around.”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson series #eddie munson enemies to lovers #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson au #eddie munson social media au #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #dad to be eddie munson #dad!eddie x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #max stranger things #my little dungeon master baby

[boydepartment]

Masks Off? - Jake Sim x Idol! Reader

Description: You are part of Hybe's new girl group. You loved your job dearly but it was always nice to have your days off where you can be yourself. On one of your days off you run into this guy. He makes you feel like yourself without the idol pressures. As everything starts getting stressful, what are you going to do when you find out the guy you're in love with is also an idol? Let alone your coworker?

warnings- fluff, SLIGHT angst, crack wc- 10.1k

MASTERLIST

“Y/n?” The leader of your group peaked in the bathroom where you were washing up, you hummed with a toothbrush in your mouth.

“Are you going out today? Felicity wants to do her vlog today.” Kim spoke, now leaning against the doorway. You spit and grabbed the mouthwash.

“Yeah, I have to run errands, does she need me for her vlog?” You asked, really hoping that you didn’t have to help, no offense.

Kim shook her head no, “nope, she has Jade helping her.” You nodded and Kim went back out to tell Felicity the news.

With your job you don’t get a lot of days off, for the most part you work, sleep, eat, and repeat. While sometimes getting your privacy invaded. It doesn’t sound very appealing to most, but you love it. You loved being a part of the Hybe girl group- Pastel Road. Especially because you can spoil your family members with gifts that will mean something to them. So, on this day off you found yourself going to a comic book shop. You had done research on this specific shop; it looked like it was your best chance to find this rare Spiderman comic book that was just so perfect for your dad’s birthday. You grew up with your dad collecting comics, video games, movies, anything “nerdy” and you grew up around it. You even started collecting stuff in your corner of the dorm aswell. You are very proud to say that you splurged on the Lego Bowser and a couple signed photos from different Marvel movies.

What? You worked hard- you deserved it!

Taking a breath, you got dressed, recently Hybe had your hair dyed so it was sort of kind of REALLY damaged, so a hat was placed on your head. Slipping on your sandals and mask you headed out. Today you didn’t want to have a camera in your face, so you made sure to wear ‘normal?’ clothes. Smiling under your mask, you headed out. You were thrilled to go to this comic book shop, having looked forward to it forever. Preparing for this comeback took a lot of work.

As you walked down the street, you made sure to stop by a little coffee shop to get a pick me up. It was your favorite shop to go to with Kim, even predebut. You smiled at the memories then headed out again. Headphones on, music blaring, feeling normal.

When you got to the shop, safe to say you were really overwhelmed by how much stuff you liked was displayed. Figures, posters, even clothes! You were in Heaven! To make sure you don’t spend too much money you went to the comic book section. You saw whispers online that they had it. When you turned the corner you saw it, cased in glass, shining like pure gold. This was it, the perfect gift for your dad. As you went to grab it someone else did too. He was taller than you, wearing a hat and a mask aswell.

“I’m sorry!” You both said at the same time.

“You can have it…” He said shyly, his voice was unique but somewhat familiar.

“Nono its okay… You were closer to it.” Your voice was shy too, he wasn’t intimidating in the slightest, it was just really embarrassing that this was happening to you. This was like the opposite of a fictional moment.

“I insist, it would be really rude of me.” He awkwardly handed it to you, you tried to push it away, but he didn’t budge.

“I feel kind of bad now.” You laughed a little, holding onto the prized possession. Lowkey taking it from someone else took the excitement out of it. You looked down at your shoes.

“Um, well, you know um…” As he spoke you looked up at him, he looked awkward and kind of funny. From what you could see he looked nervous. It made you smile.

“Yeah…?” You questioned.

“I don’t normally do this but maybeyoucouldmakeituptomebygoingonadatewithme?” the guy asked, his voice raising a bit by the end of it. You never got experiences like this anymore, it was cute. Really cute. So, you decided, fuck it, why not?

“Sure!”

“Wait actually? You don’t have to I don’t want to come off as creepy or anything and- “

“I would like to go on a date with you.” You said.

This was a chance to feel normal. It was breaking rules but… whatever. You handed him your phone, and he put his number in. You tried not to focus on his hands too much, but they were really pretty so you couldn’t help the small glances. He handed your phone back and you looked at the contact’s name, Jacob?

“Your name is Jacob?” You questioned. “Jacob” nodded.

“…Yes…” his words came out as a question. You smiled at him; you needed a fake name. You can’t just be like ‘oh yeah I’m Y/n from Pastel Road!!1!’ You didn’t know him from atom.

“I’m Miranda!” You stook your hand out- you were mentally cringing.

“Like the girl who plays Carly from iCarly?” He laughed and shook your hand. You laughed along with him, somewhat nervously.

“Yeah exactly…!”

Okay smooth, good job Y/n!

You looked at him and his eyes were really attractive too. You could see pretty much ONLY his eyes but still. You felt in a silly goofy mood for accepting a date with this random stranger.

“Oh here!” He handed you his phone and you put your number in. You nodded handed it back to him. Right after his phone started ringing and Jacob excused himself. You stood there in shock; you just gave a complete stranger your number. Oh my god you cannot tell Kim. You think she’d kill you. Looking down at the comic book in your hands you smiled, at least you got the gift for your dad, that is what was most important. Jacob walked back after a few minutes and you two walked the store together.

“Obviously Thor is the best Avenger, his arcs are so beautifully portrayed in the movies.” He spoke as you guys looked through the boxes of comics.

“That is SO not true. Tony Stark’s character had so much development through the different movies. Especially in Civil War.” You said back, leaning against the table.

The man looked at you and jokingly scoffed, “that is SUCH a copout. Everyone says Iron Man.”

“Okay if we are going all Marvel characters, then Rocket.”

Jacob’s face fell, “DON’T REMIND ME- OH MY GOD.” He whisper-yelled and covered his face. You let out a laugh, throwing your head back.

“I am just speaking facts here! He has an amazing character arc, and his backstory is GUTWRENCHING!”

Jacob looked at you, “you aren’t wrong! But oh my GOD!”

You two continued to laugh and look at the different comics together- both of you walked out with a couple bags of comics. You felt normal, and it sort of made you giddy.

“I have to um, go this way.” You said it was time to walk back to the dorm, sadly. You didn’t want this day to end but you’ve been out for a really long time, and you should probably go on weverse and talk to your fans- the travelers. Maybe go live. Even if it was your day off. You felted refreshed enough to do so.

“Shit yeah, I didn’t even notice the time. I have to work on something for my job.” Jacob looked a little panicked, “I will text you.” His eyes squinted and he waved before rushing off. You turned around and went in the opposite direction, grinning to yourself. You never got this feeling anymore; you shouldn’t try to get attached to it though.

When you got back to your dorm you did go live and talk to the fans, Felicity was still doing a vlog, so you were stuck in one of the rooms until further notice. It didn’t bother you, you loved talking about random things with the fans.

                                                                                ~+~

A couple days go by, and you had work with your members. You and Kim sat next to each other on the ride over.

“I was thinking for the recording today we focus more on the intro songs than anything else, then this weekend we can focus on the title track since that will take up most of our time.” She was the leader, so scheduling was really important to her.

“I think that is a good idea!” Felicity said and peaked her head over the seats, she was the youngest, so she went along with whatever Kim said, for the most part. Jade and Q were too busy talking about concepts. Q spent a lot of her free time talking to and being with her family which you didn’t blame her. If you could, you would, and Jade was always with her dance teacher. All of you were very busy people, so car rides were fun. The car was lively, and your group continued to be lively even in the studio. You were first to record your bits of the song and then you filmed some things for a behind the scenes before taking a break on one of the couches. You opened up a game on your phone and just decompressed. You got a text, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

Jacob :] : I am literally so sorry for not texting you, my job had me swamped right when I got home and for the past day

You: omg don’t worry its okay! im actually at work rn! but im on break so i can text

Jacob :] : Im at work too haha, except I am kinda sneaking my phone

Jacob :] : shhh don’t tell anyone.

You: oh i wouldn’t dream of it

Jacob :] : So, I was thinking, if you still want to go on that date with me, why don’t we go out to that store again and then maybe read our comic books together at like a park maybe???

Jacob :] : I am sorry if that sounds lame, I’ve never been on an actual date since like I was in highschool.

You: nonono i love the idea, a lot actually. its really sweet :( it will depend on my schedule.

Jacob :] : Oh, thank god you like the idea, I almost shit my pants trying to figure it out.

You let out a laugh audibly, he was just so cute…

You: no need to worry, i really love the idea. is it okay if i keep my mask on though? i have REALLY bad allergies sometimes.

Jacob :] : I do too so I will probably do the same :] do you have the next federal holiday off?

You: i shouuuld is that when you want to go out?

Jacob :] : 100% yes

After you finished texting you went back to work, which consisted of 5+ hours of dance practice so that was fun! You were sore but it was worth it. Your group has made a lot of progress recently and it made you proud. Kim and Jade were out to get food and the rest of the members were sprawled out.

“Oh Y/n, your phone is buzzing.” Felicity said and flipped over to you, handing you your phone. It was Jacob texting you about his day. You smiled to yourself.

“Why are you smiling?” Q asked, now on her stomach.

“I made a friend at the comic bookstore a couple days ago.” You said nonchalantly. Q looked at you funny.

“And you gave them your number?”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Felicity questioned you. You shrugged.

“They seem nice so.” You read over Jacob’s texts. It was so hard to not smile. He was so dorky it was charming. He wasn’t like the other guys in your industry who tried to hit on you. Jacob was normal…

“Kim’s gonna kill you.” Q mumbled and rubbed her eyes; it was a really long day so far and it wasn’t even CLOSE to being done.

                                                ~+~

The past few days were busy, Pastel Road was recording the show you guys have as a group and once again always practicing. You were really happy to have this lunch by yourself in the company canteen. You scrolled through your phone just watching TikToks. The noodles in your bowl are long forgotten. You smiled to yourself as some goofy things popped up, you didn’t even notice someone sitting by you.

“I’m so sorry to sit at your table, they are just cleaning over there and like, I feel awkward sitting there.”

For a second it sounded like Jacob’s voice which really threw you off. When you looked up you saw Jake. He was a coworker. One of the guys in the group that helped train your group sometimes. He was close with Jungwon.

“Oh no worries.” You smiled at him, he eased and sat down.

“Busy lately?” You wanted to try and start some sort of conversation with him. Jake just looked at you like you had nine heads then pointed to himself, asking if you were talking to him. Your brows furrowed. Obviously, you were talking to him, he was the only other person at this table.

“Oh, yeah.” He said and sipped his drink, “we have a lot coming up soon.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I don’t bite, you know, you can talk to me.”

“I-I know! I’m not scared of you! That would be ridiculous!” Jake scoffed, “I am great at talking to women actually!”

“Alright Jake.” You laughed again and picked up your trash, “it was nice talking to you playboy, I need to get back to work though.” Your tone had a sarcastic lick to it, and you smiled as you walked out. You always found him cute, but you would never think to make any kind of move on him. He is your coworker, that would be disastrous. You are already on thin ice with Jacob.

                                ~+~

The whole week leading up to your date you have been overworking yourself and getting things done, so you made sure you would have absolutely no work on the day. All your fans were astonished to see how much content they are getting out of you, they were not complaining though!

When the day finally did come, Kim was suspicious as to why you were somewhat dressed up and had light makeup on. On your group’s downtime you don’t usually wear makeup being how almost every time at work it had to be caked on. Luckily, you managed to sneak past her, and you practically skipped down the sidewalk. You ordered new clothes online last week to wear out today. This was mainly because while traveling and working you wore the same things a lot. You wanted to make sure your date today with Jacob went smoothly. No creeps, no weirdos, and as much as you loved them- no fans.

You walked into the familiar comic book shop and saw Jacob. Fixing your hat, you approached him.

“Hi!” You smiled behind your mask. Jacob looked down at you, ohhh boy. He really knew how to dress.

“Hey Miranda!”

Who the fuck is- oh yeah… Your fake name.

“You look great! I love your jacket!” You complimented him, he had on a really nice denim jacket, like the ones that have the really fancy buttons. His hat matched the color pallet too!

“Oh, this old thing? Pssshhhh.” He waved his hand and looked away, Jacob being a little shy was cute. He wasn’t really like this over text- and to be honest it added to his charm. You couldn’t help grinning up at him. He was so awkwardly dashing.

“I’m kinda relieved both of us have bad allergies and have to keep our masks on, it would be really awkward to be the only one in a mask.” You spoke as you walked through the store with him.

“Oh, me too.” Jacob sighed in relief, “I also get really bad sores so- wait I’m sorry is that gross?”

A small giggle escaped your mouth, “it’s not gross, it’s human. I wish I got told stuff like that more to be honest.” You both found yourselves in the figure section.

“Wait what do you mean by that?” He asked and watched you look at the different figures from various Marvel and DC comics. You took a deep breath.

“Just work stuff, we always have to be proper and perfect.” You looked back at him, and he was still looking right at you.

“I really understand. Trust me.” Jacob spoke, his voice softer now. It was bad he already had you somewhat weak in the knees. The next appropriate question would be, ‘where do you work?’ but he changed the subject.

“Oh man I’ve wanted this figure forever.” His eyes widened and he blinked fast while looking at the Hulkbuster figure. Your smile came back almost instantly seeing him act like this.

“I actually have two of those if you want one…” You said, Jacob whipped his head toward you.

“Are you for real???”

You nodded, “my mem- roommate, my roommate got me one when I had already ordered one. I couldn’t tell her, so I just have it in my closet.”

“Welllll, if you have two, I guess I could take it off your hands…” He bumped your shoulder; another giggle escaped you and you ended up leading him to the comic book section.

Once again, you two probably spent way too much money on comics. Both of you laughed as you walked to the park. There seemed to always be laughter and small giggles between you two. This date was going too well, you already knew it was dangerous for your heart.

“I’m being so serious, he makes fun of me all the time, these random noises that happen around me are not my fault!”

“Yeaaaah… Okaaay Jacob.” You teased him, he looked confused for a second and then seemed to snap out of whatever confusion had him.

“I have a nickname, if you want to call me by that…” Jacob said, you looked up at him and turned your head.

“Oh? Do tell.” You bumped arms with him this time. He visibly relaxed and he looked down at you again.

“My close friends call me Jake.”

How ironic…

“We are close friends now?” You teased Jake. He huffed and looked away, ears turning pink.

“Well, we’ve texted every day for the past couple weeks and are hanging out, so I’d hope so…?”

“I’m just teasing you, Jake.” You smiled up at him, you watched as his eyes squinted down at you which meant he was smiling too. You wish you could see behind his mask. You bet he had a wonderful smile to match his personality.

“This seems like a good spot.” He led you under a tree and dug through his bag for a blanket. He laid it out and you both sat down. The river view was really calming. It was a little chilly in the shade, but you put up with it.

“Can I read yours with you?” Jake asked, he was shy again and you could feel yourself melting. You nodded as you leaned against the tree, he followed your actions, “just tell me when to turn the page, okay?”

Jake nodded and leaned his head on your shoulder, you were not going to lie to yourself- he smelled really good. You two read comics together until you shivered.

“Oh!” He sat up and you honestly frowned behind your mask. That was until he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you. Your face definitely was warm. Maybe the mask wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Here, it’ll keep you warm.” After, he just resumed putting his head on you and continued like it was nothing. You were left in shock.

Unfortunately… All good things come to an end, and he was walking with you back to the shop where you two agreed to part ways in front of.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Avengers Campus at Disneyland, I mean obviously the superheroes walking around are actors BUT I still love the idea of goofing off and taking photos with them!” You rambled. Jake nodded listening to you.

“That would genuinely be so fun!” He giggled. Your conversation turned into random things until you both made it to the store.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” he asked sincerely. You turned around to look at him.

“Maybe next time.” You swung your bag back and forth.

“Next time!?” Jake’s eyes widened.

Your head was thrown back as you laughed, “yes next time! If you want of course!”

“YES! I MEAN- yes yes definitely next time!” You saw how Jake practically was bouncing up and down at you wanting to go on another date with him. I mean you wanted to scream in your pillow and kick your feet when you got home, it made you happy to know your feelings were reciprocated.

“I’ll choose the date spot next time.” You looked up at him, letting your eyes do all the talking.

“Sounds perfect!”

“Oh here-“ You went to take off his jacket, but he stopped you.

“Keep it, you can give it to me next time.”

The two of you went to say goodbye, but you quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him down to you so you could give him a kiss on the cheek through the mask. Then you quickly sped off, leaving him in awe.

                                ~+~

Once again you found yourself lying on the practice room floor, out of breath. You decided to take up more practice time with Kim. She was next to you, also worn out.

“You know, Y/n…” She turned to face you and you turned to face her.

“I didn’t want to tell the other members yet, but since we are here, I overheard our management talking.”

You nodded listening to her.

Kim grinned at her next words, “apparently they want us at K-CON LA.”

You sat up super quickly, “NO WAY!”

“Y/N DON’T GET UP THAT QUICKLY YOU’LL FAINT!” Kim laid back down laughing.

“I already feel like I am going to!” You said while letting small giggles escape you.

“We are going to announce it later today apparently when we go live.” Kim got up slowly and put her hand out.

“So, lets get washed up!”

Kim heard correctly because next thing you knew you were sitting in front of a camera going live for your fans- travelers. You wore Jake’s jacket not really thinking much of it. It’s not like people would know its this random nerd you met in a comic book shop’s jacket, right?

After the K-CON announcement all of you were dismissed back to work. Now, it was straight to stage practices. Once again, you guys were going to have an action-packed few weeks, especially with your comeback coming up too.

“Felicity try that move again and then we can all go on break.” Q watched intently. Felicity listened and Q corrected her. Then FINALLY, it was time to eat.

The five of you headed to the Hybe cafeteria, it was packed today. You could pick out TXT, Enhypen, you thought you saw a couple Seventeen members too. Today must’ve been announcement day.

You looked over at Felicity who looked nervous, you felt bad. She was still getting used to the whole idol thing. You put your arm around her and led her through. Kim and Q helped the rest of your little friend group. When you guys got situated almost instantly Jungwon came to check in on you guys. He was talking about K-CON or something. You didn’t know, you just went on your phone to text Jake.

You: im finally on my break

Jacob :] : Hey :) I am too

You: im really sorry ive been so busy, ive wanted to hang out and stuff with you and talk but my schedules been insane

Jacob :] : Amen to that, me and my coworkers have been swamped, we have a big thing coming up so you can imagine how frantic it has been.

You: we just got told that we have a big thing coming too

You: wouldn’t it be funny if we worked at the same company lolz

Jacob :] : ID BE TERRIFIED

You: WTF WHY ?!

Jacob :] : um… I am a businessman…….

You: HELP WHAT

You started laughing and Felicity looked at you funny, “oh you’re texting your friend, right?”

“What friend?” Kim looked away from her conversation with Jungwon, “you don’t have other friends- no offense!”

Jade started laughing at the conversation.

“I met a friend at the comic book shop I frequent!” You said back, “h- they are really nice!”

“HE!?” At this point all the girls were looking at you. Jungwon looked around.

“I think I will leave you guys to it! Haha!” Jungwon then sped back to his group. Now you were left with four girls and 8 curious eyes. You took a deep breath before explaining. You left out the romantic nature of it though. Mainly because you didn’t know what you two were yet and because it wasn’t allowed. After eating and letting your food settle you guys went right back to work.

The only other time you got to text Jake again was in bed. You closed your bunk curtains and got comfortable.

You: heyheyhey im finally in bed

Jacob :] : Hey I’m glad you got home safely

Jacob :] : We just got back a couple hours ago

You: you work late too?

Jacob :] : I don’t have a set schedule tbh. It is mainly when they need us, we show up

You: oh man i feel you

Jacob :] : Where do you work? If you don’t mind me asking

Fuck……….

You: i help with idols makeup haha

You weren’t TECHNICALLY lying.

Jacob :] : Holy shit i help produce songs with idols

You: it would be so funny if we ACTUALLY FR worked at the same company tbh

Jacob :] : Should we text it at the same time?

You: why not

Jacob :] : One

You: 1

Jacob :] : Two

You: 2

Jacob :] : Three

You: 3

Jacob :] : Bighit

You: bighit technically

Your eyes widened and you shot up hitting your head on the bunk, “FUCK!”

Jade screamed and Kim hit your bunk which was under hers, “I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET UP QUICKLY!” You heard Felicity start laughing and then Q turning off her switch. Your eyes were glued to your phone- he worked at Bighit…

Jacob :] : You’re fucking with me

You: im literally not… how could i? we sent it at the same time!

Jacob :] : Holy fuck okay

You: do you um… work tomorrow?

Jacob :] : Yeah at the building

You: im not at the building tomorrow :(

You were lying obviously, not in a malicious way. You just wanted to get a scope out on who this guy is. What if he knew you were an idol? He could be a secret stalker or something… No, Y/n you’re being crazy. If he was insane, he would’ve done something by now. Pull yourself together.

Jacob :] : That sucks I would’ve asked if you wanted to get lunch or something

You: at the canteen?

Jacob :] : Yes, they have like the best snacks there.

Jacob :] : Well you’d probably already know

You: i do lol but i can act like i don’t

Jacob :] : Cute

The conversation ended around there and you felt insanely nervous for tomorrow. He worked at the same company as you, anything that could’ve gone wrong is going wrong. You need to keep your head on a swivel tomorrow. It wasn’t a fear of him when you thought about it more. It was the fear of losing Jake.

                                ~+~

You kept an eye out for him for the past couple weeks but got nothing. It was weird, he said he was at the building but no matter what you couldn’t find Jake at work. At one point, you thought you saw the back of him. But that was just Jake from Enhypen, not your Jake. It was all so confusing; you were starting to become delusional. Your conversations with YOUR Jake never ceased, you guys would text about your days, meals, everything. He helped keep you grounded in this environment and part of you hoped you did the same thing for him. Whatever branch of BigHit he was in.

You checked your phone as it buzzed.

Jacob :] : Are we still on for tonight?

Fuck, you totally forgot. You honestly just wanted to go home and sleep, but even if you had a broken leg, you still wanted to see him. It’s almost as if you just always wanted to be around him. His energy revived you.

You: yeah lemme just get changed :)

You honestly couldn’t wait, today was stressful with all the work now piling up. Even though your group kept a steady and ahead work pace, everything still stacked. It was a lot, and you missed just being yourself.

After getting changed in the company bathrooms you walked to the destination spot. You guys went out a few days ago to go to a themed café but both of you were awkward with drinks. You and Jake were still keeping the masks on. But even with that fact, he still told you to keep his jacket, you still gave him things that were in your own personal collection of comics, figures, anything you thought he’d like. Jake would tell you small details about his family and you told him how your dad really loved the comic that brought you and him together. Even without seeing each other’s full faces… you still had a close connection. He didn’t even call you by that stupid name you gave yourself anymore. He just called you by petname.

Part of you wanted to tell him. I mean if he was staff was it really so crazy to actually date him? Would it be so crazy to establish something?

You got lost in your thoughts as you waited for Jake by a tree, it was his turn to pick where you guys went out this time. Your heart fluttered in excitement and your brain started to imagine what he looked like behind his mask.

“So sorry I’m late we don’t have time lets go!” Jake ran by you grabbing your hand and rushing off. You follow him, laughter escaping you. Your body was tired, but your heart was filled with endearment and excitement.

“Where are we even going?” Your chest heaved as he stopped in front of a café. He held onto your hand still. Your eyes met his and it became your favorite sight.

“The uber said he would be here in like 2 minutes.” Jake laughed; he was out of breath too.

“Is he here?”

“No- BUT! It’s okay.” His eyes squinted; you knew he was smiling.

You found yourself holding onto his arm and leaning on him.

“I forgot to ask if you’re even comfortable getting into a car with me…” Jake mumbled down at you, “I mean like, we haven’t really seen each other’s faces yaknow and-“ He was rambling.

“Jake, I trust you.”

This was a horrible move, your logical brain that was connected to your idol mentality was telling you to run. But you, your Y/n mentality, wanted this. Of course, that part of your brain won, you were with your Jake. You didn’t have to be Idol Y/n.

“I’m glad.” He mumbled; you felt his head lean on yours as you both waited for your uber.

                                ~+~

“Okay, we are here!” He made you walk with his hands over your eyes. You have never experienced something like this in your life. When he uncovered your eyes, you were standing outside an Aquarium. You saw the signs and read that there was a night event.

“Jake this is so sweet…” You smiled up at him. He stood pridefully.

“I did good then?” He teased you, nudging your shoulder. You started laughing.

“Don’t get a big head about it!”

He let out a loud breathy laugh and you both walked into the aquarium. There weren’t a lot of people there being how the exhibit was at night. You had guessed it was probably the last hour of it being open, you didn’t mind. Any time with Jake was worth it.

They had a good number of fluorescent fish out, you went up to the glass in awe, “did you know that sometimes the fluorescent parts of the fish are just their bacteria?” You asked turning around for a split second.

“I didn’t.” You couldn’t see as you were enthralled by the fish swimming around, but he looked at you with the biggest hearts in his eyes.

“It’s true, so I think if you were to pet one then-“ You stopped when you felt his arms around you, he snuck them around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. Your brain short circuited as he hugged you from behind.

“Is this, okay?” he asked quietly. You hummed a yes, he relaxed, “so what was it about petting the fish?”

“Well- if it’s bacteria I’d think that if you were to pet it, it could rub off. However, I don’t know if it’s like a moth where they need said covering. Moths have dust that they need to survive.” You spoke, he hummed now- listening to you.

“But some of the other fish, have this fluorescent as a way to hide from predators, you might ask, well wouldn’t that attract preda-“

You stopped when you felt his lips hit the side of your face that wasn’t covered by the mask, the urge to whip your head around was strong. But… Something in you told you to not turn around.

“Don’t move, let me put my mask back on.” Jake said, now letting go of you. Your heart was racing even more than when you guys ran to the uber. He actually kissed your cheek; Jake took his mask off. You couldn’t witness it, but he did.

“Okay ready to go to the next exhibit?” Jake giggled and grabbed your hand, once again dragging your lovestruck self.

The next one was a shark one, you loved sharks.

“I used to go fishing a lot back home.” Jake was reminiscing, his hands in his pockets as he watched the animals. You knew he didn’t grow up here, his accent prominent. You never asked about it though. There was a lot of foreigners in your company, on camera and off.

“Did you like it?”

Jake huffed a laugh and looked down, “I still do. I’m not very good at it though.”

You let out a laugh now and Jake continued.

“I’m being so honest with you, I embarrassed myself a couple times. But I still love it…” He looked down at you now, “sometimes I wish that- sometimes I wish I could go more often.”

You nodded, “I have a couple hobbies like that back at home, they aren’t as interesting as fishing but still.”

“A hobby is a hobby.” Jake’s voice was soft, you felt his hand slip in yours. You wanted to ask what you two were. You didn’t want to get played or let on.

“Jake?” You asked him.

“Yeah?” Jake looked down at you, you played with the hem of his jacket, that you were wearing. The denim one from your first date.

“Do you see anyone else?”

When you met his eyes, he almost looked hurt, “no, of course not. Did something make you feel that way?” Frantically, you shook your head no.

“I just wanted to make sure, I am not seeing anyone else either…” Behind your mask you were grinning looking back at the tank. You were glad he wasn’t seeing anyone else.

“Don’t get a big head about it.” He mocked you and lightly pinched your arm, “I can see your eyes squinting- someone’s happy I give all my attention to my one favorite girl.”

One thing you learned with him, the second he was comfortable with you, anytime you thought you had the upper hand in flirting, he annihilated you.

“So, what does that make us?” You asked. Jake took a deep breath.

“Well, me and you are still busy a lot.” He walked you guys through the next exhibit, “I’d say exclusive for now. I don’t want to see anyone else, and not to sound like a dick, but I don’t want you to see anyone else either.”

“That makes two of us.” You nudged him, giggling to yourself.

Jake nudged you back, “I’m just being honest, I don’t want the girl I lo- really like-“

“Oh?” You interrupted him, behind your mask you were grinning wickedly, “girl you what?”

“Really like!”

“I don’t think ‘really’ starts with ‘lo’”

Jake looked up and covered his face, “I’m SO embarrassed I didn’t mean to drop that on the third official date…”

“I love you too.” You said in between laughter.

“I totally meant to drop that on the third official date.”

                                ~+~

That was the last time you saw Jake physically for a while. Well… A week, but that was way too long for you. As much as you wanted to run into his arms and stay there. You had a job, responsibilities. You couldn’t always be JUST Y/n. People counted on you. You huffed as you walked back into the practice room. All your friends were yelling now at each other. This confused you; you were gone for like five minutes to get water.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SPRAINED YOUR ANKLE!?” Kim was erratic in her hand movements. Q was covering her face, and Felicity was running out past you to presumably get the staff. Jade was on the floor in tears.

“I didn’t know it was sprained until this morning! I thought I could get through practice… K-Con is a really big deal for us…” Jade held her leg. You went over to her and pulled her into your arms. Kim stood silently now. The staff quickly rushed in and got Jade up. You had to let go of her even though Jade was practically sobbing into you.

The four of you sat silently in a circle in the practice room.

“K-Con is in a month…” Q spoke, and the air was heavy.

Kim let out a sigh and mumbled to herself.

“We could have her perform on a chair…” You said, trying to find some way out of this. Some way your group wouldn’t have to completely cancel out Jade. It was just her ankle, it’s not like she was sick, or her vocals were fried.

“No, you know she would hate that.” Kim said sternly, “you would know she would if you were actually at home on your days off.”

Ouch… That was a shot towards you…

“Well, what do you want us to do?” Q questioned; you could sense this conversation slowly getting heated. A couple months of practice and stress now all crashing down.

Kim took a deep breath, “we can just do it without her.”

“What!?” Normally, you wouldn’t raise your voice, however, this was ridiculous, “just give her the chair! Yeah, it’s a little embarrassing but she will still be on stage!”

Q nodded along with you, “Y/n is right, we shouldn’t take that away from her.”

“Last time I talked to her, since neither of you actually sit down with he-“

“I have an idea!” Felicity interrupted Kim and got up. She ran out of the practice room. Now down to three, none of you wanted to talk. You were worried about your friend. Someone who you shared a home with, a group with, a fanbase, everything. You shared everything with each other. It felt like hours of silence until Kim went to speak up again.

“As I was saying when I was-“ Kim started speaking and then Felicity came back in the room, but not alone. She had three other people with her. It was Jungwon, Jay, and Jake. The three J’s of Enhypen.

You watched as she explained to them what happened, they explained that a similar thing happened to them with Sunoo. Jungwon took a deep breath and leaned back on the practice room mirror.

“I know you guys don’t want to perform without her…” He started, “but sometimes it has to happen.”

Kim nodded, “I said this- “

“What?” Jake spoke up, “she sprained her ankle not her head.”

You practically jumped up at this, “LITERALLY! Just let her perform on the chair!”

“The chair is humiliating.” Jungwon chimed in again. Kim nodded.

“Jade told me she never wanted to perform on a chair.” Kim said, you and Q looked at each other in disbelief.

Your eye twitched, “so you’re just going to take away that option!?”

“Yeah, how is that fair?!” Jake had your back on this. Normally, you’d tease this weirdo(endearing) but he had your back right now.

“She told me her- “

“People change Kim! They change their opinions! And you shouldn’t take away that option!” You stood up, “I’m taking a walk. If I am not back at the dorm by midnight just call me or whatever. Don’t lose your shit that I’m taking MY downtime to do things that relieve my stress!” Your legs quickly took you out before your brain could comprehend your friends calling after you. Your bag slung over your shoulder, and it hit your legs which were extremely sore. You put on your mask quickly.

Tears welded up in your eyes and you started beelining to the exit, when you opened the doors the warm summer air hit you, even though it was late. Your tears were pouring, and you fumbled with your phone. You called one of your family members, you might as well go there for the night. You’d text the members when you get there and tell them your plans. You thought it was your tears hitting your phone until you saw the ground. Great- it started raining. It was one of those hard summer rains too. Where the air would get humid, and the rain wasn’t any sort of refreshing.

“Hello? Y/n its late for you- are you okay?” Your Aunts voice chimed in.

“Yeah, I just- wait for me?” You sniffled and took off your mask to talk more clearly. It was already going to be hard due to the horrible feeling in your throat.

You heard your cousins yelling in the background, “yeah we are out of town- honey, what’s wrong?”

“I just need a place- a place to stay tonight and-“ You stumbled as you walked down the sidewalk.

“The key is under the ceramic pig near the potted plants, stay as long as you need. If you’re still there next week, we come home Thursday, okay?”

You nodded and thanked her before hanging up and trying to walk safely to that neighborhood. You really shouldn’t be walking alone but you were until someone ran up to you.

“Y/n! Wait!” You turned around and saw Jake running up to you. This is not the Jake you wanted to see right now.

“I don’t want to see anyone from work right now.” You practically bit his head off.

Jake looked at you, both of you soaked, “at least tell me where you’re going so, I know you’re safe.”

“Does it matter to you? You barely know me-!” Your eyes pierced through him, “just leave me alone!” You whipped back around; you were upset, and you just wanted to see YOUR Jake. The one that made you feel normal. Where you didn’t have to deal with this idol bullshit.

“Promise me you’ll text Jungwon, I know you have his number.”

Jake’s voice sounded scarily familiar, but you were too messed up to even think.

“Fine! I promise! Now leave me alone!”

You started walking again, it was a longish walk to your aunt’s house, but you made it safely. You texted Jungwon that you were safe then you dropped your bags. You were soaking wet, it was late, and you just had one of the biggest group fights ever. You felt like the worst friend ever too. You noticed the puddle on the floor and sighed.

Taking a shower and getting into your aunt’s clothes, you were sure she didn’t mind, you laid on the couch. In the dark, alone. You could hear your phone buzzing from the bathroom. Part of you didn’t want to even look at it, but you needed your Jake asap. You hoped he was still awake. Getting up and almost slipping on the towel on the floor you headed to the bathroom.

When you unlocked your phone you sat on the toilet seat cover, at this point your voice was steady and you calmed down. You opened Jake’s contact and called him.

“Hello?” He picked up after a couple rings, you could hear voices in the background.

“Hey, um, are you busy…?” You asked, your voice was softer than usual.

You heard Jake fiddle with his stuff, “things are a little wild here in the ummmm producer office?” It sounded like a question before he continued, “however, if you need me, please say so because I need to get out of here.”

“I need you; I am at a family members house… housesitting…” You cringed, lying to him. You couldn’t let him know you ran away from work to your Aunt’s house. That would look horrible.

“Send me the address I’m on my way.”

The second you hung up- you sent it, and he was there in 15 minutes. You already had your mask on, and he had his on. He wore some clothes from the Hybe gym.

“Did you steal those?” You laughed, Jake looked down and laughed.

“I got soaked earlier when it was raining so I had to change.” Jake snickered and you both sat on the couch.

“I had to shower and change too,” taking a deep breath you leaned on him, “I’m sorry for interrupting your work… It sounded busy.”

Jake looked down at you, “I should be thanking you. It was a rough last couple hours of work…”

“Amen to that…” You mumbled and stretched out. He laughed again and kissed your head through the mask.

“I’ll probably stay here for a few hours to make sure you’re okay before I head back.” He spoke quietly, his voice matched the calm atmosphere of the empty home. You only had the hall light on, that light was dimly lighting the living room.

“You don’t have to do that, I just wanted to see you even if it was just you stopping by… it’s late and your roommates-” Your voice was quiet now. He hummed a no.

“I need this right now too… Work has been nonstop lately with some work trip coming up… I already told them I was going to be out.”

“Are you working K-Con…?” Your question was valid, if he was in the producing apartment, you’d imagine they’re having very late nights.

“Yeah…” He sighed and laid his head back, “constant work on producing… yeah…”

You nodded, that’s what you thought, “do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Did something happen today?” He fully turned to you, “you’re quieter.” You just looked at him and shrugged.

“It’s nothing I want to go into detail about right now…” You looked up at him. Jake nodded.

“Movie it is then.”

You grinned and ran to turn the hall light off; movies were always the best in the dark.

                                ~+~

By the end of the movie, you were both laughing. The work stress almost all gone.

“I haven’t seen that movie in forever.” he said, still chuckling. You turned to him.

Jaw on the floor you spoke, “are you for real?! I watch Tangled at least once every few months!”

“If I watch movies its usually with other people!”

The end credits played, and you got up, “dance with me.”

Jake nodded eagerly and stood up; you laughed as he pulled you close to him. He spun you and you almost fell over. He caught you, just like he always did. The upbeat song made both of you dance around wildly, you couldn’t help singing along aswell. Jake laughed.

If anyone saw you two, the sight would be insane. Two people, sleep deprived, overworked, dancing like maniacs. When the screen started fading to black, he pulled you close again. The black and white credits rolling.

“Can I kiss you? Like actually this time…”

Your heart was racing from more than just the adrenaline, “like taking our masks off?”

“We can close our eyes…” His hands found your waist, you looked up at him and saw nothing but love in his eyes. You nodded. The screen fading to black, it was now or never. You both closed your eyes and you felt Jake’s hand creep up your face.

“Tell me if I poke your eye.”

You started laughing, “just kiss me.”

And he did.

You weren’t thinking about work, or whatever was stressing you out. The only thing on your mind was him. He cupped your face with both hands, the kiss was soft, like he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. When you both pulled away, on instinct both your eyes opened.

The screen illuminating the room, both your faces staring at each other.

“Y/N!?”

“JAKE?! LIKE JAKE SIM!?”

“YOUR NAME ISNT MIRANDA YOU LIED TO ME!”

At this point both of you jumped away from each other.

“YOUR NAME ISNT JACOB!” You yelled back pointing at him. Jake put his hand on his chest like you just accused him of murder.

“AT LEAST ITS CLOSE TO IT!”

“I TOLD YOU A NICKNAME THAT WAS KIND OF CLOSE TO MY NAME!” You argued back with him. You both went silent, and this is when it both hit you. This situation was BAD.

“Fuck…” He mumbled and started chewing his lip, “you know I had my suspicions, but I thought I was crazy.”

“I should’ve known the second you said your name was Jake…” You spoke to yourself. You both just stood there in the TV light.

“I need to check my contract… I don’t even know if my dating ban is up…” He said, loud enough for you to hear.

“IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW, WHY DID YOU ASK ME OUT!?”

He looked at you, jaw on the floor now, “don’t girl groups ALWAYS have a ban!? Why’d you say yes to going out with me in the first place!?”

“We do not! I just- Our group still has ours…” You mumbled, looking away from him. Whenever you were previously with Jake you could forget about reality for a while. Now it was absolutely biting you in the ass. You sat down with your head in your hands, you were in love with the idol Jake Sim… You felt the couch dip next to you.

“Listen…” Jake started, you looked at him, tears brimming your eyes. He felt like the worst person ever, making you cry, “Y/n… I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re right, I should be mad at you for asking me out.” You tried joking. He laughed through his nose.

“The only reason why I brought up the dating ban is because I still want to be with you… I don’t regret asking you out…” Your eyes stayed on him as he spoke, “I can’t be mad at you because I wasn’t really truthful either.”

“Yeah, you’re not a producer.” You laughed slightly.

“And you aren’t a makeup artist or whatever you said.” Jake added on. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you, yeah, it’s stupid and it’s so risky… But…” Jake looked at you, “I feel human around you… I don’t want to lose that…”

“I don’t either…” You mumbled, a couple tears falling, Jake caught them.

“You don’t have to cry anymore Y/n it’s okay…” He wrapped his arms around you, and you hugged him back.

“I still love you Jake, even if you’re the loser I tease in the canteen or in passing at work.” You chuckled and looked up at him.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, “pfft and you’re in love with me, doesn’t that make you a loser too?”

“I guess it does.”

You both were silent for a bit before laughter erupted in the living room, “we are so fucked if anyone finds out.”

                                ~+~

The next morning you walked back to your dorm, you texted Jake to let him know you got home safely. He thanked you for telling him and you took a deep breath before walking into the lion’s den.

“Y/N YOURE HOME!” Felicity ran up to you and tackled you. Kim sat at the island; she didn’t even look your way.

“I am, I texted you guys’ last night that I was staying at my aunts.” You laughed as you tried to fix your hair. Q emerged from the hallway and hugged you too. After reuniting with her Kim finally approached you.

“I’m sorry, I let my stress get the better of me.” She said, “I should’ve asked Jade her opinion on it before making rash decisions. I am the leader, and it was my bad…”

You smiled and pulled Kim into a hug, “its okay! We are all learning.” She sighed in relief and gave you the update on Jade. Jade wanted to perform; it would just be on the stupid chair. She said she had to suck it up.

After that, the next few weeks were swamped. K-Con was coming up FAST. Next thing you knew you were arriving at the airport. Ironically your group arrived at the same time as Enhypen. You saw your Jake and he went to wave at you before Jungwon smacked him upside the head.

No dating rumors today!

Q looked at you funny, then her jaw dropped. She covered it by pretending to sneeze. Cameras were surrounding you all so you can’t imagine the scolding you were about to get from Q when you got on the plane with staff.

Once settled on the plane you looked to Q, her eyebrow up, “did you and Jake become close when he chased after you?”

“Yeah, you can say that.” You said, ignoring your phone buzzing.

“Did he run after you in the rain?”

You nodded, “he did…”

                                ~+~

Your group was about to go on the red carpet, nerves fueled you all. It was your first serious event and it had all of you shaking in your boots.

“What if I vomit?” Felicity said and gripped onto you, her acrylic nails stabbing into you.

“At least you aren’t wearing a boot! The staff made me wear one that doesn’t even help my foot!” Jade said and looked at her.

“What’s important is that you’re here.” Kim spoke and smiled at Jade. Q nodded and gave Jade a squeeze on her shoulder.

“Ready?” Kim asked you all. The five of you smiled and walked into the flashes of cameras. The interviews went smoothly, everything went smoothly. Your group was praised for growing so quickly and how hard you all worked. This is what made your job worth it.

You found your seats backstage and saw all the snacks, “ohhhhh my gosh!” Jade limped over to the snack table.

“Ugh Jade is so lucky; she gets the chair so she can eat without getting sick on stage!” Felicity whined. As your friends started fighting for snacks, you excused yourself to the hallway. You wanted to talk to the staff about your stage outfit, there was a part that was itchy, and you wanted to see if they had cloth to stick under it.

As you walked down the hallway, someone pulled you into a corridor, you yelped until you saw it was Jake.

“Hey.” He smiled down at you.

“You know people are filming behind the scenes stuff around every corner.” You looked around, his hand still holding yours.

“I already cheeeecked.” Jake spoke, he looked at you, “its weird seeing you in an idol getup.”

You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing, “what do I look bad?”

“WHAT NO!” He said loudly, now waving his hands around in defense. You started laughing as you leaned against the wall in front of him. You had to create some sort of distance- just in case.

“I am excited to see your performance tonight.” You now calmed down from your laughter, Jake grinned at you.

“I’m excited for you to see it, I feel bad for not being able to see you often.” The second part of the sentence was quieter.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, “you see me if our lunches match up.”

“You know its not enough.” He stepped closer to you, his hand held yours again. He went to lean in to kiss you, but you heard one of his members calling for him.

“Duty calls…” You whispered to him before skipping off.

                                ~+~

All the performances went smoothly, your group went live at the end and people started leaving comments about something.

“Did you see Enhypen’s reaction to the performance?” Kim read aloud. You were messing with your pajama pants on Q’s hotel bed as the live went on.

“No… Did they hate it?” Jade joked and looked around.

Q started laughing and looked at the comments with Kim.

“Jake looked like a dog watching it!?” Felicity said, peeking over the two older girl’s shoulders. You turned away from the camera pretending to sneeze to hide your smile. He was so dumb, in a good way of course.

“Enhypen is a group that helps us a lot,” Kim started.

She continued to explain how the group helps your group train, how you all were thankful for them. At the beginning of becoming an idol and even during that time there are a lot of struggles, so having friends really helps.

At the end of the live you guys went to your separate rooms, you all decided to pay out of pocket if you wanted a separate one. You flopped on your bed, exhausted. You were still jetlagged and so when there was a knock on your door, you sighed and got up.

When you looked through the peephole you saw a familiar mask. You swung open the door and pulled him in.

“What are you doing here?” You shut the door behind him.

“I wanted to see you, I have the day off tomorrow, do you?” He giggled and took his shoes off, and put his bag down, make yourself comfortable you guess.

“Yeah, I do why?”

You sat down on your bed, and he flopped next to you, “I emailed you something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you emailed me something? What year is it 2008?”

Jake gave you a deadpan look before breaking out in a smile, “haha very funny… I also brought legos.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, “what kind?”

“Do you have no faith in me as a boyfriend?” Jake whined; you shoved him lightly.

“You aren’t my boyfriend! You haven’t asked me!” You whined back. Jake looked up at you, he was laying down. He had a look on his face. Like he was up to something.

“What.” You asked, “you have a devious look…”

“MY LOOK OF LOVE ISNT DEVIOUS!”

You quickly covered his mouth, “you are so loud!” You started laughing and he smiled behind your hands. He muffled something, you looked confused. He muffled again before uncovering your hands.

“Check your email!”

“Fine fine!” You laughed and got up to check your phone, you stood leaning against the hallway. You opened your email and looked at him one last time before reading it.

“Oh my god…”

You already heard Jake’s giggles, you didn’t even have to look at him, “we are going to Disneyland!?”

“You mentioned it on our first date that you wanted to go! Plus, they have that Tangled section too!” Jake said and got up. You felt like crying, like you didn’t deserve him. When he was in front of you, you sat your phone down and hugged him.

“One thing though…”

You pulled away as he spoke, “only my girlfriend gets to go with me.”

“Making another deal with me?” You teased him, your arms around his neck. Jake grinned down at you.

“Is it working?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s a deal.” You smiled and kissed him.

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