#but then in the afternoon my crush unexpectedly called me after we barely talked the past 3 or so months and we spent 1.5h on the phone

[airenyah]

Your essay on Joong's underrated acting skills deepened my Joong appreciation so much, that I watched Mafia the Series, I'm watching Ploy's Yearbook (even though there is a serious lack of Joong so far), and I'm planning on watching The Warp Effect too. I haven't watched het shows in over ten years, so this is a big deal! 😂 I really liked him with Dunk in their shows, but MTS gave me another facet of him, because he's so timid in it, unlike in SIMM and HA, where he's (seemingly) very cool and in control. So thank you for making me a full time Joong (and Dunk) girl 💜

i saw this message first thing in the morning when i woke up yesterday and it instantly put me in a good mood!!! <3

YESSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT

mafia the series might actually be my absolute fave thai het-show, it's just SO funny!!!! and the entire cast is so great, like, not just joong but the entire cast plays off each other SO well. and don't even get me started on gina virahya and her portrayal of anna kondra!!!!

you know, when i went into mafia the series i saw the poster and was like "ughh i really am gonna have to sit through this standard (overly) dramatic mafia show just for joong, huh. the things i do for my boy..." and then. AND THEN. you can imagine my surprise. i was crying tears of laughter throughout the show and i was actually laughing so hard that my mom made a comment about how she could hear my laugh in my room

beam is my loser boy and joong portrays him in such an adorably awkward way, i love it <333

and yes there IS a serious lack of joong in ploy's yearbook so far :((((

it was quite funny tho bc in the one scene where joong does show up i immediately recognized him by the back of his head, like!! i saw this:

and instantly went "OH there's my boy!!!!!" 😂😂😂

and i can't wait to see him with film bc film did extremely well with gun in not me and i feel like film and joong will also work together really well

you know, i'm always happy to turn people into full time joong (and dunk) girls!!!!!!

i've adored them ever since simm which i watched live from ep2 onwards. fun fact, actually: when i started simm i actually had no idea who they were (even though technically i'd seen dunk in bad buddy already, except i wasn't paying attention to the random high school bandmates and so i didn't actually recognize dunk and only realized later on ahahah)

aaaanyway, i had no idea who they were, right? and so in 2022 my mom and i spent two nights in prague during easter and in the evening we were in our hotel room and we were kinda looking for something to watch. and i was like "hey look, gmmtv has a new bl out and it looks kinda cute and fluffy judging by the thumbnails?? and like something that doesn't require too much brain power?? plus, there's also only two eps out so far, so we'll be caught up right away" and so we watched the first two episodes and then the two of us ended up watching every new ep together every week hahaha

i actually didn't really talk about it on tumblr back then and when you go back on my blog you'll see that there are hardly any simm post. but really, with every new simm episode that aired i liked joongdunk more and more. and especially once the characters started dating i was actually so in awe about just how comfortable joong and dunk were with each other and how they absolutely weren't afraid to touch? like, their physical affection was just so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world to them in an "i'm-not-even-thinking-about-it-bc-it's-so-normal" kind of way and that was just soooo refreshing to watch?? i was (and still am) truly amazed

and when just a couple of months later, at the end of 2022 gmmtv announced joongdunk were gonna get another show together i got SO excited!! and also when it was revealed that simm was included in our skyy 2!!!!

and then hidden agenda started airing and then i was tagged in that tag game and then i went to watch joong's entire filmography and then i ended up falling into a joongdunk rabbit hole and here we are...

anyway, i have multiple agendas and one of them is turning people into joong fans and dunk fans and joongdunk fans sllksdfd

and my other agenda is getting people to watch mafia the series, bc it's truly a gem of a show!!!!

(speaking of agendas: the only thing that's missing in your message is you telling me that you approve of my fight for a sexy joongdunk vampire bl, like... that would have made the message and the influence of my joong/dunk/joongdunk blogging complete 😂😂😂)

#you know when i saw your message first thing in the morning my immediate thought was #''ok nothing that happens today can top this like. my day is ALREADY made and i only just woke up'' #your message set the bar very very high for me tbh #but then in the afternoon my crush unexpectedly called me after we barely talked the past 3 or so months and we spent 1.5h on the phone #and well i'm really sorry but THAT was the actual no.1 highlight of my day yesterday dfjkkjdfkfdg #i swear your message is a close second tho!!! 😂😂 #asks #anon #joong archen #adrm #no but every time someone tells me i turned them into a joong fan/dunk fan/joongdunk fan i get such a rush of satisfaction lmao #i'm desperately waiting for summer night #i might just go off about dunk's acting after that #we'll see #bc i REALLY wanna see what dunk can do without joong and if he'll be as good #my money is on ''yes'' but i also don't wanna say anything to avoid eating my own words kdfkdf #but in reality i see many qualities to him as an actor that i think he should be able to do keep even without being opposite joong #besides he's now done two series as a lead character so now he has a lot more acting experience than he did going into simm #his acting was already so much stronger in hidden agenda then it was in simm (hello?? yank-kiss-yeet?? ep9?? ep11??) #and i trust that he's not just gonna lose it all in summer night all of a sudden #god i'm immensely excited to see him act in summer night you don't even know

[yunkiwii]

—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."

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[heliads]

Still Into You

Based on the request “Luke x reader based on the song Still Into You by Paramore?”

masterlist

Luke is leaning up against the wall, legs stretched out idly in front of him. His girlfriend is curled up on the bed next to him, lips pursed in thought as she considers the lines of music in front of her. They have the same habit of writing songs in worn and torn notebooks, of writing over and tearing out pages until the books themselves are reduced to nothing then reanimated with the sheer frenzy of their music. Luke likes that they have this shared trait, like it’s a sign that they were meant to be together ever since the start.

Y/N feels Luke’s eyes resting on her and looks up, blushing slightly. “I’m not very interesting company, am I? Sorry about that.” Luke just grins. “Don’t worry about it. You writing songs makes me think about songs, and that’s one of my favorite things to do.” Y/N smiles at that, leaning up to kiss him gently on the cheek before settling down again in front of her notebook. She squints at a line, then rubs it away with her eraser.

Luke glances down at the lines of music, but his head’s at an angle and he can’t read a single note. “What’s the song about?” Y/N flashes him a teasing grin. “It’s a surprise. You’ll find out soon enough.” She considers the main melody, adding a few notes as she goes. “I’m not quite sure if it’s happy or sad, not yet. It’s fast, and it’s fun to sing, but that’s all I’ve got right now.” Luke nods, leaning his head back against the wall and letting the faint sounds of scratching pencils and Y/N’s occasional humming take him back to the time he first met her.

Y/N was Julie’s friend, and had been her best friend long before Luke showed up. Luke smiles in spite of himself, remembering the first time he had caught a glimpse of the girl. Julie had been talking with Y/N in her room, and Luke had made a point of walking by so that Julie would be forced to introduce him. From the second Y/N had locked eyes with him, Luke knew he was head over heels for her. Even the way she said her name sounded like a melody, a pure and beautiful sound that Luke couldn’t write even if he tried for the rest of his life (or death).

Every moment spent with her was better than the last, every inside joke and casual conversation inspired him. It hadn’t taken Luke long to realize he loved her, and an even shorter time to ask her out. Luke laughs inwardly, remembering how nervous he’d been to first ask Y/N on a date. If ghosts had heartbeats, Luke’s would have been pounding so loud the entire town could have heard it. Luckily, she had said yes, and the rest was history.

There had been hard times, sure, but the good easily made up for the bad. When the business with Caleb and his club had finally come to an end, with Luke, Alex, and Reggie being able to finally touch people, Luke had practically sprinted over to Y/N’s house. She had looked up at him through tear-glazed eyes, having thought him dead, but her gaze quickly changed to happy shock when he had gathered her up in his arms, picking her up and turning in a lazy circle.

Then there were late nights with the two of them cuddled up close together, and early mornings with kisses pressed to cheeks, and date afternoons with hands entwined for all the world could see. If, you know, they could see Luke at all. It didn’t matter, though. Not with her. Not for anything as long as Luke had Y/N.

Luke is snapped back to reality when Y/N gently shuts her notebook cover, yawning. “It’s getting late. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Luke glances out the window, surprised to see that night had fallen and the stars were already shining through the dim patches of cloud. Luke stands up, stretching, then leans back down to kiss Y/N one last time. He says his goodnights and turns to go, pausing only once to look back at the girl he loves before disappearing back to Julie’s studio.

Luke is frustrated. He’s not sure why, but his blood is practically boiling. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long, stressful week, where he’s convinced himself that things have been good for too long. Caleb wouldn’t just give up, not like this. Something’s coming. It has to be.

Then there was the problem of Luke’s obvious ghosthood. It’s amazing to perform with his friends as a guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms. To play music again, in front of a crowd that can see him and cheer along as if he were just another lifer? It means everything to him. But for every stellar performance, there’s always that one moment when it ends. When the last chord is played and the drumbeats fade away to silence, when Luke finally disappears to the crowd. It just feels like a constant thorn in his side, a reminder that no matter how hard Luke works he will always just be a ghost, unnoticed by anyone except the rare exceptions.

Luke can’t stand to go inside the studio, at least not yet. He doesn’t want to be stuck inside again, in those same four walls with the same few people. So he heads out down the streets, walking casually down the sidewalk as if he were just another ordinary teenager heading home from school. He’s so lost in his surroundings that he almost doesn’t hear someone calling his name, and even then, it takes the person’s running footsteps that stop just behind him to convince Luke that they’re not just calling out to someone else on the street.

When Luke turns around, his frown turns into a smile when he realizes it’s Y/N. She looks amazing today, eyes shining with the bright light of the afternoon sun. She beams at him. “Look who’s out and about! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Luke chuckles, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly. “I figured it would be nice to get out of that studio every once in a while.” Y/N nods, then her happy gaze turns into one of slight guilt, as if she’d just realized something.

“Actually, about that. You remember how we had that date planned in a few days?” Luke nods. He’d been really looking forward to that. The two of them had decided to visit the boardwalk again, and stroll up and down while taking in the wind and the waves and all of the shops that dotted the faded horizon. Y/N winces. “Something came up unexpectedly, and I think I’m going to need a rain check. This honor society at school just announced that they’re meeting at that time, and I can’t skip it. I’m really sorry.”

This should just be a normal occurrence, something that Luke can brush off with a smile and an understanding nod. Yet for some reason, he feels his previous anger start to bubble up again inside of him. “Really? At that exact time?” Y/N nods, looking to all the world like a girl utterly distraught at the news. “It was supposed to be later, but they changed it. I didn’t have a say in it, but I can’t miss the meeting.”

Luke frowns. “But we agreed on that date. I mean, we’ve been talking about it for a while now.” Y/N glances back at him, evidently surprised at his tone. “I don’t have a choice about this, Luke. I can’t change the meeting.” Luke looks back at her. “And what, we can definitely change this?” Y/N raises her eyebrows. “I thought so, yes. It would be super easy to just move it to be the next day.”

Luke shakes his head. “Can’t do it then. I’m spending time with Alex and Reggie.” Y/N furrows her brow. “You spend time with them literally every day. Can we not have our date then?” Luke stops walking, suddenly exasperated. “Your meeting is important and so is this.” Y/N turns to face him. “Why are you making such a big deal out of this? I’m literally just asking if you can put off talking to your friends for a couple hours. I don’t think that’s very hard to do.”

Luke folds his arms across his chest. “Of course it wouldn’t be hard. I’m a ghost, after all. Everyone knows that ghost problems aren’t nearly as important as your problems.” Y/N looks taken aback. “That’s not what I’m saying at all! What’s up with you?” Luke stares at her pointedly. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just tired of feeling unimportant.” Y/N holds up her hands in front of her. “I never said you were unimportant. I’m just confused as to why you think me not being able to make it to one date is equal to an entire argument.”

Luke feels himself getting irritated, and tries to put on a calm face, but all hopes of salvaging this are out the window. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to get too upset about this. How about we just cancel the date? All future ones too, for that matter. It would be too bad if I interfered with your schedule.” Y/N looks horrified, but Luke’s already poofed away, leaving her standing alone and in shock on the sidewalk.

It’s barely been a few hours, and Luke already feels bad about everything. Did he really just say all that to Y/N. And over what, a schedule change? But if Luke knows one thing about himself, it’s that his pride is too big of a stumbling block to overcome. He can’t bring himself to go back and admit that he was wrong, even though he knows that he very much was. So he waits, and waits. A day passes, and then another, and then another. Y/N avoids him the entire time.

After a week, Luke feels crushed by guilt. He’s made a terrible mistake, and he knows it. Why did he have to be so rude just because he felt bad about himself? The other boys have picked up on his bad mood, and try to be extra nice to him. That just makes Luke feel even worse, like he’s upset them too.

Luke’s lying on the sofa in the studio when Julie appears in the door. She knocks twice on the door, alerting him to her presence, then walks in. She comes to a stop in front of Luke, handing him a flyer for a band performance at her school. Luke takes it, frowning. “What’s this about? You think we should do something like this?”

Julie shakes her head. “No, I think we should go. It’s for Y/N’s band. She’s performing, and we should be there to support her.” Luke sits up, looking at his friend. “Y/N doesn’t want me there. Trust me. I messed up things with her big time, and the last thing she wants is to see me in that crowd.” Julie sighs, perching next to Luke on the arm of the sofa. “I would disagree. I think this is the perfect time to get up the courage and see her again.”

Luke is more than hesitant at first, but Julie talks him into it through a combination of calm advice and emotional blackmail. What would you do without friends? So, Luke drags himself out of Julie’s studio and towards Los Feliz High School, regretting his decision the entire time. What if Y/N’s already moved on? What if she really doesn’t want to see him there, and his presence will just make things worse?

Luke wants to turn and leave a dozen times over, but Julie and the boys are there with him, forcing him to stay. Luke follows them into the crowded gymnasium, where he can see a stage is prepared and ready for the upcoming performance. Just as Luke is seconds away from talking himself out of the entire thing, the lights dim and a voice comes over the speakers, announcing Y/N’s band. So this is it- no backing out now.

Y/N and a few of her friends walk on stage, waving to a cheering audience. Y/N is the lead singer, and grabs a guitar from a stand before taking her place in front of the mic. She flashes an easy grin to the crowd, then starts playing.

Instantly, Luke recognizes the song. It’s the one she had been writing all those nights ago, when the two of them had been at her house and everything had been perfect. It’s just like she described- fast, certainly. He still can’t decide if it’s happy or sad, maybe reminiscent or hopeful, even. Then she gets to the chorus, and Luke feels himself lean forward involuntarily as Y/N grabs the mic, singing directly into it as if she were speaking to him herself.

‘Cause after all this time

I’m still into you

I should be over all the butterflies, but I’m into you, I’m into you

And baby, even on our worst nights

I’m into you, I’m into you

For the first time all night, Y/N turns to look directly at him. There’s a twisting feeling in his heart as Luke realizes exactly what the song is about. Him, and her, and everything that went wrong. It’s funny- even as the full extent of the hurt Luke has caused Y/N hits him, he still feels his heart swell with relief. She still loves him, even after all this time and all this heartbreak.

Some things, some things just make sense 

And one of those is you and I

Some things, some things just make sense

And even after all this time

I’m into you

Luke’s heard Y/N sing before, in quiet rooms and empty streets. He’s seen her on stage too, felt goosebumps as she performs with that same captivating electricity every time. But he’s never felt anything quite like what he feels right now, this combination of relief and guilt and love, sheer love, that rocks him to his core.

Before he knows it, the song is over. Y/N and her band perform a few more songs, all excellent, and then he realizes that they’re starting to step off stage. Instantly, Luke poofs away to the hallway just backstage. He opens a door that leads outside, making sure Y/N sees him go, and stands there in the slight chill of the night.

He doesn’t have to wait long. Luke’s barely been there a minute when the door swings open again, revealing Y/N walking towards him. The door has barely closed behind her when Luke moves towards her, crashing his lips onto hers. She looks up at him with this startled smile, reflecting his own teasing grin when he pulls away. “Y/N, I’ve been such an idiot. I messed up. I don’t know what I was thinking that afternoon, but I regret it all. Of course it’s not a big deal to move the date time, and I don’t know why I thought it was.”

Y/N considers him for a moment, a light smile playing on her lips, then speaks. “It’s okay, Luke. Julie tells me you’ve been miserable this whole time, so I knew you didn’t mean it.” Luke frowns. “Julie said what?” Y/N laughs. “She made sure to tell me so I didn’t feel bad.” Luke’s about to say something about how he’s sure Julie has no idea what she’s talking about and he’ll be speaking to her later, but Y/N grabs his hands, pulling him close. “Don’t say anything to her. It was what I needed to hear.”

Luke stares at her for a second, weighing her words, then breaks into a grin. “If you insist. Oh, and by the way, you killed it out there. You were amazing.” Y/N smiles up at him. “You think?” Luke kisses her cheek. “I don’t just think, I know. Loved the first song especially.” Y/N laughs, the quiet sound somehow making the darkness of the night brighter, like the sunrise came a few hours early. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ve been working on it for a while and it just felt right.”

Luke grins, kissing her again. Of course it felt right- it was the truth, the unspoken truth that both of them had been dancing around this entire time. No matter what, the highs and the lows and the worst of the nights, they still loved each other. That’s the way it would always be.

#luke patterson #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagines #jatp #jatp imagine #jatp x reader #jatp imagines #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms x reader #julie and the phantoms imagines #songfic #paramore

[motleycrueimagine]

This Ain’t a Love Song - Part Eight - Nikki Sixx Fan Fiction

Words: 1477

Warnings: Language, alcol, drugs, soft smut

N/A: I know it took ages for me to update, but I'm really struggling through my first semester as a University student and time flew by like nothing. I hope you like it, feedback is appreciated as always <3

Huge thanks to @blonde-shamrock

Summary: Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance  Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.  

TagList: @motleycrueee  @babygal-babygal@unknownoblivion @sweetshutter​ @sparxx27​ @bandaid-rainbow​

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Nikki’s POV

She was walking a few steps in front of me, the sound of her black heels on the sidewalk was all I could hear. We had taken a secondary road in order to avoid the mass of people that every night gathered down the Sunset Strip. Here the music was only a light background noise.

“Why are you running?” I asked as my lazy ass struggled to keep up with her. Maya stopped, waiting for me.

“You’re as slow as a sloth, and you’re not even wearing heels,” she mocked me, sliding her arm on the low side of my back, taking possession of my personal space; not that it bothered me anyways. I did the same embracing her shoulder, despite the height difference provoked by her pumps.

“I was afraid you were running from me,” I jokingly said, or at least I tried to make it seem like a joke. It had been almost a week since our ‘almost fuck’ and she had literally disappeared from our place. We had barely talked after that and she was making it pretty clear that she was not really into the idea of doing it, at least in the near future.

“I would never run away from you, Sixx!” her fake outraged voice was enough to make me laugh.

“Oh yeah? As if you hadn’t run away the other morning…” I liked to poke the bear every now and then. In the meantime, we were getting closer to the liquor store, the neon sign illuminating our path.

She rolled her eyes while a light, kinda bitter smile grew on her lips; it seemed like she was trying to find the correct reply to my words. It never took her too long to collect sarcasm.

“Well, to be fair… I wasn’t running away from you, but from the situation. I told you I don’t want to have sex with you that’s it.” She let go my hip trying to deviate towards the entrance of the store. I did the same with her shoulders, but I couldn’t help but hold her wrist preventing her from entering. She stopped, looking back at me, and lifted a brow “What?”

I gently pulled her closer, she didn’t bother to resist. “Well, to be fair,” I imitated her with a smirk “You asked me to fuck you.”

Her big blue eyes wandered around my face with an annoyed frown. She didn’t like to be contradicted.

“You were naked and you were touching me,” she pointed out, “I never denied that you’re attractive, I’m just trying to be a good girl; not sleep with every fucking human being that turns me on, and buy some fucking alcohol. Do you think I’ll get through all these tasks at least for tonight?” she listed with a straight face. I didn’t let go her arm; my curiosity was having the best of me.

“I think I’m gonna let you go through the last one if you tell me what is preventing you from having the most memorable night of your life with me.” I was not expecting an answer I just enjoyed too much messing with her.

“Well I don’t wanna risk you getting a crush on me for how well I ride your dick. That would be a problem.” She tried to hide a smirk by biting her lower lip. My imagination flew toward the picture of her getting wild on top of me. How come that I always ended up with a boner when I was around her?

“I bet It would be the opposite.”

She shook her head, “I’m not gonna bet with you, course then we’ll have to try and see and that is not gonna happen.” We looked at each other silently for a while; studying each other’s profiles as if we were both unsure whether to say something else or not, for a split second I almost considered pushing her to the wall and fuck her in the middle of the street.

“Let’s go buy some booze, Sixx,” she whispered, taking my hand, finally entering the shop.

We wondered the store buying as many bottles as we could, and dragged them on the way home.

-

Maya’s POV

The day of the shooting Vince had offered to drive me to the studio. There I met the photographer: his name was Robert Greiner and surprisingly he was not as creepy as the previous ones that I had met. He was pretty young, I wouldn’t have put him at more than thirty years old - definitely good looking, very caring too and interested in knowing what I was comfortable doing and what not. For the whole afternoon we shoot different photos under Vince’s watchful eyes, at times way too watchful.

“They’re gonna be amazing,” Robert reassured me for the tenth time after we were done. “If not, that means we’re gonna do them again, okay?” I nodded moving my hair to the side.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that is very important for me,” I apologised while with the eyes I followed his hands as he was storing the lensed he had used for the photoshoot.

“Your boyfriend is gonna love ‘em too,” he added with a playful but discrete smirk, I looked back at my blonde escort, I cleared my throat.

“Uhm, Vince is just a friend… but yeah I’m sure he will.” I smiled back. An awkward moment of silence stepped in as he was processing that new information.

“Well,” he zipped up his bag, “I’m gonna call you as soon as they’re ready.”

“I want a copy of each one of them!” was the first thing Vince told me once we headed out of the building towards the car. I lightly laughed shaking my head in disbelief.

“Do you think they were good?“

“I don’t think they were good, I know they were good! I mean if those pictures were the cover of magazine I would definitely buy it.”

I playfully pushed his shoulder and then took him by his arm and reached the car. The ride home didn’t take too long. When we arrived, we were still debating about the supposed interest that, in Vince’s opinion, Robert had shown for me.

“Well if that smile didn’t make him hard then the guy has a problem,” he was trying to make a point, failing miserably. We stepped into the apartment not even bothering to acknowledge the presents in the living room.

“Vince, darling you are not a very good term of comparison, you’re always hard.”

“That’s just because I’m always available to satisfy a lady in need. My dick is donated to society.”

“They used to call him the master at the grand entrance,” Beth’s voice didn’t seemed too pleased, while Vince looked pretty surprised to see her at the Motley house.

“Babe, I thought you were at your mom’s place.” I frowned, my eyes following Vinnie as he started arguing with the love of his life, till they moved towards a more private space.

“Why does she have to freak out every single time?” I asked the two boys that were sitting on the couch, but none of them answered. Instead Nikki studied me for a few seconds before questioning me.

“By the way… what were you two doing you together?” he wondered nonchalantly.

“C’mon she babbled all morning about this fucking shoot, man…” Mick, stiffly seated on the couch, intervened. It surprised me that he had actually listened. I pointed my finger at him nodding.

“See? Somebody actually cares about what I say!” I exclaimed while arranging the table for dinner.

“As if I had any choice,” the guitarist scoffed in his classic stoic way. He fixed his sunglasses up his nose and went back in silence. Nikki rolled his eyes before approaching the table to pick inside the In-N-Out Burger bag that me and Vinnie had brought. I slapped his hand as he tried to pick up a French fry.

“Hey!” I protested trying a second time and I slapped him again. His hazel eyes, unusually uncovered from his hair, widened, “Do that again and I swear you won’t be able to sit for the entire dinner!” he warned me.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I jokingly teased, moving the bag away from his clutches.

“Both,” he replied with a douche-like smirk.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Mick intervened again. I turned towards him ready to gift him with a sarcastic answer.

“Whoo French fries!” Tommy, who had appeared form the hallway stole a pack from the bag, interrupting me.

“What’s wrong with you guys!” I pushed both hands through my hair. “Vince! Beth! C’mon they’re gonna eat everything!” I called out to them, as I let the bag go, allowing the hungry animals, known as Motley Crue to start devouring the burgers.

#Motley Crue #MotleyCrue #motley crue fanfic #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue imagine #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfiction #douglas booth! nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki six imagine #Tommy Lee #tommy lee fanfiction #tommy lee imagine #Mick Mars #mick mars imagine #mick mars fanfic #Vince Neil #vince neil imagine #vince neil fanfiction #The Dirt #Shout At The Devil #the dirt imagine #the dirt fanfiction #mgk fanfiction #mgk

[arcanesupern0va]

Rick In The Water - Prologue

Summary: You were best friends with Beth as kids, meaning you knew her family and you developed a crush on her dad. When he left, you picked up the pieces of yourself and Beth, helping her and Jerry raise Summer. Flash forward fifteen years and Rick's back, and you're married to a shitty guy and since Rick isn't a fucking idiot he sees it right away, and despite the conclusion you came to to save yourself the heartache of his leaving, he cares. A lot. (I'm terrible at summaries.) CONTENT WARNING: I'm not kidding when I say you have a shitty husband. There are descriptions of abuse in this fic and I don't want to upset anyone so if that's something that upsets you, please proceed with caution.

A/N: So I posted this on ao3 originally so that’s why there’s an actual freaking prologue and what not. XD I’m posting here so I can hopefully get a little more exposure because I am desperate for validation. CW: Abusive husband af all chapters will be under a read more ^^ Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 1569 (don’t worry, this is the only short one.)

My ao3

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I’d known Rick since I was a little girl. He very rarely paid me any mind, but I would see him stalk over to the refrigerator to grab a beer out and I couldn’t help but watch him intently. I had always been fascinated by him. The way his hair looked, how he knew so many multiple syllable words… I was infatuated. I was also 12 at the time and Rick was my best friend’s father. I was barely old enough to understand the feelings I had for the much older man. As I got older, I wrote it off as being awestruck. It happened to a lot of my friends, Beth even had a crush on our 7th-grade math teacher. Nothing ever came of it; it was nothing more than a crush.

Calling it a crush didn’t, however, explain the soul-crushing heartbreak that I experienced when he left. I tried to be supportive of Beth; I told myself I was as sad as I was because I could see it hurting my best friend, but my whole entire world had come crashing down. Summer had just been born and one day, he was just gone. I knew Beth blamed herself for “ruining” everything by resigning to have Summer. Whatever awestruck, schoolgirl crush I had brewing for him all but evaporated in the months after that and I went years with only rare moments of reminiscing with Beth that I would even think of her father. Her mother disappeared not long after Rick, having told Beth she needed to find Rick and bring him home.

She never came back either.

Beth, Jerry, and I actively raised Summer during her youngest years. Beth was adamant about making it through veterinary school and while I did work nights, I was there during the days and my nights off helping Jerry take care of the small human he and my friend created. Once Beth graduated, it was my turn to do something with my life. More than likely inspired by repressed memories of the man that left us, I found myself interested in mixing chemicals and making fantastic creations with them. As I hadn’t had time to go get a bachelors and a couple of PhDs, I settled for beauty school. It was minuscule in comparison to some of the things I’d seen Rick be capable of, but it satiated  that need I had to emulate things I’d seen him do.

You might be wondering right now, why I was so inspired by my best friend’s dad, as opposed to say, my own family. To put it bluntly, they weren’t the greatest kind of people. My father was abusive and my mother did little to stop this. My only reprieve was they were ecstatic to have me out of the house for days at a time. Beth’s mom seemed to understand this and maybe even see past the paper-thin lies I’d feed her about why I didn’t want to go home. They welcomed me graciously into their home, allowing me to stay as long as I needed, no questions asked. In one act of begrudging kindness, Rick relocated his work out into the garage. He mumbled something about how it’d probably be safer to have it outside of the main structure of the house, but I could see the sadness and pity in his eyes whenever he looked at me. Beth’s mom found some furniture and before I even knew it, I had a room in my best friend’s house that was completely my own. No one to come barging in unexpectedly screaming about a minor inconvenience that didn’t even involve me. I would go weeks without going “home”. My ‘parents’ barely even noticed. In the weeks leading up to me turning eighteen, I slowly started moving things that had sentimental value to Beth’s place, my new home, and on my eighteenth birthday, I said goodbye and never looked back.

Jumping forward again, shortly after I graduated from beauty school, I met a man named Ryan Dawes. He was five years older than me and a lawyer. He was kind to me and he always knew what he wanted and I was the object of his affection. I fell hard and fast and before I knew it, we were planning baby showers and a small intimate wedding. Jerry loved Ryan but Beth had always been apprehensive of him. I ignored it, telling myself she was just jealous that she wouldn’t have me at her beck and call all the time. I never came out and said this to her, but it was a thought that tickled my subconscious and caused a rift between the two of us for the longest time. Still, Ryan helped me buy the house to the left of Beth’s, cementing us central figures in each other’s lives. My daughter Madison was born and I was overjoyed. I loved her little face so much and I treasured every moment with her.

Shortly after she was born, my life seemed to be slipping out of my hands. I was suffering from a particularly nasty bout of postpartum depression and it was driving me away from my family. That was the first time Ryan ever got violent with me. I had dragged Beth out for a night of binge drinking when Madison was 3. I wanted to relive the better years of my life when we didn’t have so many looming responsibilities and we were young and free. When I came home completely plastered, Ryan was livid. He berated me for leaving him home alone with Madison while I was off galavanting with God knows who. I tried to tell him that I was just out with Beth and something about my tone warranted a heavy-handed backhand that knocked me to the ground. He began blaming me for making him do that because sometimes I just made him so mad. I apologized profusely at the time, telling him I would fix everything if he’d still have me. Looking back now, I’m disgusted with myself for valuing myself so lowly but I was in a very dark place. He promised he’d never do it again, finally apologizing after hours of listening to me sobbing..

He lied.

The next thirteen years of my life were a personal hell. As I’ve stated, he lied, and he lied hard. We kept up appearances in the neighborhood and for Beth and Jerry but at home, privately, he became a monster. Everything was my fault. I was the reason his meetings with clients would go awry. I would have made some passive aggression that he would carry through the day and wouldn’t be able to focus. He would push me around, knocking me into furniture and leaving me to cry for hours wondering how I’d left my life get this bad. I couldn’t talk to Beth about it, she was having her own marital strife with Jerry. She didn’t need my drama. I’d been here before though, except then I had the option of just disappearing. Ryan always needed to know where I was at all hours of the day.

One afternoon, during a particularly nasty fight, Beth knocked on the door, a hurried version of her identifying knock we’d made up as kids. Ryan relented, recognizing it was a neighbor who didn’t need to see our personal issues gesturing aggressively to the door and I hurried over to answer it. I was shocked to see a teary-eyed Beth smiling widely at me.

“He’s home. Dad came home” was all she said before grabbing my hand and dragging me to her house. I turned apologetically to Ryan, knowing that I would have to pay for this transgression later. I couldn’t believe my eyes when we came around the side of her garage. There he stood, looking disgruntled as ever.

Rick.

“Oh hey Nova,” he greeted me with the childhood nickname that had taken precedence over my legal name. I could feel tears welling up in my own eyes and I fought every urge I had to wrap my arms around the tall, lanky man standing in the driveway with me. My urge was quelled as I saw Ryan pop around the garage to investigate my disappearance.

“Honey…. Who’s this?” he asked evenly, looking Rick up and down. I quickly explained to him who he was and his smile relaxed as though any line of threat had been extinguished. He shook his hand sharply, Rick eyeing the man up and down as he introduced himself. His eyes flicked back to me and I could have sworn I saw a flicker of concern in his pale, tired eyes.

That night as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but think about Rick. I was still completely and utterly shocked that he had returned. He barely looked any different than the day he left though. I would soon come to discover that this was a result of his interdimensional traveling. There were unlimited possibilities open to him and he would later explain his absence with them. It also would explain how a seventy-year-old man could look like he was barely passed his thirties. “Alien technology” was the only explanation that I got for that, but it made my heart rush. Regardless of whatever schoolgirl crush, I’d had on the man, that was gone out of the window, replaced instead by a legitimate lust.

+Ch1: Second Chance+

#rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez/reader

[angelaiswriting]

The Assistant (3 of ?) | Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

[original picture: pinterest]

✏️ Pairings:

(eventual) Vladimir Ranskahov x fem!reader

Anatoly Ranskahov x OC (Paulina)

probably other pairings in the future

✏️ Requested by @kellydixon01 : Y/N–hacker, big mouth, even bigger attitude–is the new addition to Fisk’s team. Sent to help the Ranskahovs, she immediately gets on Vladimir’s nerves. But as time passes, they start to take a liking to each other, even if none of them is willing to admit their feelings. Yet.

✏️ A/N: I am so sorry, I suck at titling chapters HAHA I don’t have anything to say for once. My mind is torn between thinking this story is shittily written and enjoying the process hahaha 

✏️ Warnings: none ? I mean, probably mentions of humping but 🤷🏻‍♀️

✏️ Word-count: 3,253 (finally getting to the length I like hehe)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR YOU 💛

<< chapter two <<

📚 Translations: bozhe moy! – my God!

🎤 Songs Mentioned: Полегче by MC Doni (I’ve had this on loop for days. Give it a listen when you have time, even just the rhythm is amazing)

CHAPTER THREE: HERE TO HELP OR HERE TO SPY?

The lack of dreams had been a blessing that night. For how good a day Vladimir could have, it was always the often wakeful hours that separated dusk from dawn that tormented him, that ate him alive. At first, he had disguised his lack of sleep by working at night, when Tolya went home to his woman, but when his brother had started to ask questions, he had had to stop and step back behind his walls. He was safe there–he was actually not, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge the problem, either. His cage wasn’t silent–it truly wasn’t–but it was still better than the screams he’d hear at night.

The reason behind his running away from his own problems was that he despised weaknesses–and he did so even more when they were his own. As he had often repeated to his father, he was no pussy. It didn’t matter that he was all broken inside, now, and that it wasn’t his fault, for he still perceived it as a weakness and, therefore, as a failure. The whispers he heard and the touches he felt were a constant reminder of what he tried to avoid day in and day out with all his strength. Unlike Anatoly, though, he didn’t have anyone that could shield him from the shadows that hid inside his head.

But whenever a dreamless night graced him with its undeserved peace, he went back to feeling invincible. And alive. It wasn’t quite like fighting–nothing was like fighting, to be honest–but it was something. Something he never dared hope for, but still, something he’d always cherish.

Those peace and sudden happiness were the reason behind the spring in his step as he closed the door of his apartment behind his back today. That night’s calmness, that had finally gifted him a few hours of rest and sleep, had completely erased the previous day’s unwelcome meeting with Wesley and, though unknowingly, he was content. It allowed him to take a deep breath and think of the day to come with a lighter heart.

However, it didn’t last long–it never lasted long. He had just gotten into his car and deleted the five missed calls from the garage he had received while asleep, when he opened his answering machine.

Aslan had left four messages and their tone went from confused to irritated–even if, as he listened to the last recording, Vlad knew all the guy had wanted to do had been yell at him. He smirked: for some reason he couldn’t quite name, it was always hilarious to see Aslan get mad.

He had half-forgotten about the woman Fisk had forced him and his brother to work with, though, and now she presented herself through his man’s words ready to shatter his newly found inner peace. And to have his day ruined was not something he liked, most of all because it usually ended with his night ruined, too. And that was way worse.

Slowly, the conversation held at the meeting came back to him, one slow word after the other. I want you at the garage tomorrow morning at five, he had ordered her the night before, just before storming out of the building Wesley had chosen for the occasion. He hadn’t thought much of it, back then, but now he found himself gritting his teeth in annoyance.

We hate latecomers, he chuckled as he parked behind the Veles Taxi garage.

He hoped he had at least intimidated her a little, for the idea that he’d have to endure the presence of what could well be a spy in his home still annoyed him to no extent. Still, if they had to be coworkers, he needed to know she’d respect his working hours because none of them could afford to fuck anything up if they still wanted to have a roof above their heads and blood still flowing through their veins in a month’s time.

The will to try and bring back the peace that had welcomed him that morning, though, was stronger than any worries, so he did what he did best: he pushed his thoughts to the side and emptied his mind as much as he could. Squaring his shoulders, he glanced around to make sure that everything looked in order before stepping to the side to let the oncoming car pass. With a wave of his hand at Sergei, who was leaving the garage with his cab for his first ride of the day, he entered the building.

Curses were his only good morning that day–it made him smirk.

“You’re late, you moron!” Y/N complained, voice dangerously raising with each spat word.

“Who the fuck is this chick?” Aslan had made sure to avoid speaking in English: he truly didn’t want this chick to understand what he was saying, for he didn’t want to give her the chance and the excuse to start yelling again. He was tired: he had been last night’s shift supervisor and the last thing he’d have ever imagined to witness (nor wished to witness) was a stubborn girl demanding to see his bosses to ‘start working’. “Bitch says she’s working with us from now on,” he continued, his gaze wandering back to the girl sat at the reception desk. She didn’t look like a prostitute, nor like she had any criminal background that could come in handy for the business. “Should I have given her a car?” He was not sure he should have–she had, after all, taken a taxi to get there and she had a computer bag with her. She looked nothing like the drivers he had always worked with.

When he turned again, Vladimir noticed his features, contorted in an angry and disappointed grimace as his hands clutched at his car keys to speed back home for some rest before his next shift would start again in the afternoon. Aslan’s confusion had quickly dissolved and it had left him upset at the memory of the countless insults she had thrown his way without him having the chance to shut her up.

Vladimir’s only answer was a roll of the eyes at the beginning. He didn’t really want to talk about the new agreement he had unexpectedly found himself being forced to follow, most of all because he hadn’t even wanted to sign it in the first place. Anatoly should make the speech: he was the one who had convinced him to accept the new rules, therefore the dirty work had to be his responsibility. But then he remembered that they had agreed Toly would take a day off of work to celebrate his stupid anniversary with his woman and the realization that he had to deal with the spy–as he thought of her–on his own crushed him under its weight like a demolition ball.

There was no way he would manage to play along, he thought. No chance. Zero. He would have rather had to work with Wesley, for he knew Fisk’s servant had no chance against him. But this… this girl. She was the embodiment of anything that could go wrong. There was a reason if he and Anatoly had always been the only ones doing the real office work: because he trusted no one, not even Anatoly’s woman, no matter how important she could be for his brother. He could accept Sergei, for he trusted him and loved him like a brother, but even then, he had to consider letting him help more than just thoroughly.

And this Y/N… He knew nothing about her: she could be a spy just as she could very well be a saint. It was a fifty-fifty chance of being wrong or right. Yet, he didn’t like the idea of taking such a big risk. That had probably been the mistake that had ended with him and Tolik in–bozhe moy–Utkin in the first place. And now he sure as hell didn’t want history to repeat itself–he was already caged enough, he… he didn’t want the invisible four walls of his mind to become real.

Yet, he should have probably come to work earlier to deliver the news to his men and told Y/N to come later. Just as it was hard for him to face the new reality of things, it would have probably been just as hard for his men–probably not for Piotr, though. No, the smug bastard was going to try to sneak into her panties, Vladimir was sure of this. But the only thought he had had on his mind last night had been his thirst for revenge against that new outrage thrown his way and he hadn’t exactly thought rationally. No one fooled themselves Vladimir Borisovich Ranskahov could be even remotely rational, but at the same time no one knew he always tried his best–it didn’t matter that his best efforts were often–always–met with failures.

“No,” he groaned at Aslan’s questioning look. “She’s working in the office with me. We have a batch of new rules, it seems. When did she arrive?”

“At five. On the dot,” was the answer and Vladimir was pleased and surprised to learn she had followed the order he had given–that had been the last thing he thought she’d do. “Any chance we can hump her or is she yours?”

Vlad scoffed, a frown furrowing his eyebrows. “Not mine at all,” thank God. “But she bites. Wouldn’t surprise me if she had teeth up her cunt.” He didn’t chuckle, but the intention was there, and Aslan, barely containing his laughter, still understood.

*

That day proved itself to be a slow day. Minutes stretched into hours and annoyance into something bigger. It was the deep breath before the jump; the last minute of peace before the storm, when the sun slowly but surely went to hide behind the clouds approaching like a galloping horse.

Vladimir had taken Y/N to his office, sat her down on the couch and started to check that everything was in order for the following week’s shipment. It wasn’t an important order, but he still cared about his job–and the quality of his job–so he treated every customer with the same care.

At first, he had thought of leaving the girl in his brother’s office, just to then realize that Anatoly probably wouldn’t like the idea of having a hacker among his stuff when he wasn’t there. He was not going to ring him a call, either, for he could only imagine how he was spending his free time with Paulina: Vlad had never been a cockblock and he surely didn’t want to turn into one right now.

His second thought had been that he, too, didn’t trust her–not that he was by any means interested into getting to know her and prove wrong the idea he had of her. So he had settled for a compromise: sit in his office with her, plug in his earphones and ignore her presence completely.

If anything, though, she had proved to at least be collaborative and he sure enjoyed that quality in a coworker–even in one he didn’t want to have anything to do with. His work and day-to-day life were already stressful enough and he didn’t want to have to babysit a grown-up woman. Therefore, her silence was a welcome guest as he revised his numbers, MC Doni making his foot lightly tap the floor at the rhythm of his Полегче.

He didn’t like to work with music hammering his eardrums, but it had been a stressful and chaotic past month that had ended up with him picking up his brother’s habit and stealing his iPod. Not that Vladimir was complaining about that subtle distraction, on the contrary.

Moreover, Anatoly still hadn’t found out about the theft–and hadn’t it been for the increased amount of time he had started to spend with Paulina, Vladimir would have found it weird, alarming even–so everything was fine.

“So, when are we starting to work?” Y/N’s voice suddenly covered the song in his ears and he was forced to raise his gaze from his laptop to her. “Any chance the answer’s gonna be ‘soon’?” She didn’t ask when he was going to show her around the place as she had planned to, though. She wanted to personally meet or at least see the people she was going to work with, to put a face to the things she knew about them, but as she stared at Vladimir’s profile, she accepted what she thought was the truth: everything was going to follow his rhythms, not hers.

He looked up and stared long and hard at her. The temptation to ask her if she was making fun of him or what she thought he was doing was strong, but he bit his tongue, swallowed his harsh remarks and grimaced. She was standing in front of the window, back resting against the glass and arms crossed right under her breast.

A smirk tugged at his lips and he didn’t even try to stop it. For how much her presence could annoy him, he was glad she was at least a good view at, bandaged in that suit of hers.

“I am working.” The roll of his eyes made her close her mouth.

It hadn’t simply been the look he had sent her way. There had also been that teeth-gritting jerk of muscle in his jaw, tugging at his cheek, that had seemed to say shut up or else. And she really didn’t want to know what that ‘or else’ could mean, she didn’t want to know that the things Vladimir Ranskahov had done to his victims could happen to her, too. Wesley had promised nothing bad would happen to her, but… Could he guarantee for that?

The fear that Wesley and Fisk could throw her into the lions’ cage and abandon her there was probably the only reason why she let herself be shut up by him.

Silence stretched between the two like the growing distance between diverging galaxies. And while it fed Y/N’s annoyance, it put Vlad’s raging thoughts to rest, allowing his mind to go back to work.

But the more he tried to focus, the farther he got from succeeding.

Y/N’s foot was impatiently tapping against the ruined parquet of the first floor. He could see that movement from the corner of his right eye pretty well. And once he noticed it, there was no going back. It bugged him. It almost felt like it was thrumming in his temples, setting his nerves on fire.

“Stop that,” he ordered, pressing the pause button of Tolya’s old iPod.

She stopped the movement long enough for him to switch his attention back to his task at hand before resuming it.

Fighting a child would have probably been easier. “Stop,” he repeated with a grown as he picked up a pen to take some notes on a loose sheet of paper–he was going to lose it soon, but at the moment, it didn’t matter.

Without any sort of music in his ears, he could now hear the tapping of her foot on the floors and it got on his nerves. She got on his nerves more than she had even just upon his arrival at the garage.

It was an annoying tip-tapping that arrogantly distracted him from his paperwork. It brought him back there–remember rule number one–and it reminded him of the stubborn pitter-patter that dropped down the humidity-soaked ceiling of his cell.

He had to resist the urge to take his gun and unload it into her foot. “What is it that you want?” he eventually asked instead, trying to go through every single bad consequence he’d have to live through if he truly decided to disobey Fisk. Hadn’t it been for the fact that such consequences would have reflected on Anatoly and his woman’s lives, he would have at least used one bullet. Just a little wound, so that Y/N could remember who was boss here and that she should do anything in her power not to piss him off.

“I want to know what I have to do. James said-”

“I don’t care,” Vladimir groaned. He didn’t give a single fuck about what Wesley had said, for that doormat was still alive for the same reason he hadn’t grabbed his gun a few minutes before. “Do what you have to do. I am busy.”

“We’re supposed to be working together,” she reminded him, stepping closer to his desk and planting her hands firmly on its surface. She was imposing herself too much into his personal space and he did not like that. “I’m sure you have enough brain to remember that if you let me do, you and your brother will get richer than you already are.”

Vladimir’s eyes gazed at the ceiling–God, give me the strength–and he heaved a sigh. “I’m already doing my job. If you keep disturbing me, you won’t get part of deal your boss promised you.”

“You did a terrible job with that failed shipment. Stop being stubborn, I am here to help.”

“You are here to spy.”

That was it. Now the truth was out in the open and he could kick her out of his office, his life and his business. He had lasted… what? Two hours in her company? A quick glance at the clock on his wrist revealed that, in fact, he had lasted less than two hours.

He needed Anatoly for this. He was good at this, whatever ‘this’ was. Vladimir… He hadn’t had to deal with people he didn’t like for a long time and he wasn’t able to put his personal likes and dislikes to the side, not anymore at least.

Working side by side with someone else just wasn’t how he worked. Sure, he did go through paperwork and order preparations with Anatoly, but that was his brother, not some stranger he knew nothing about and with whom he wanted to have nothing to do.

Hadn’t it been for his past, still haunting him, he would have never taken orders from some self-proclaimed kingpin dick. He hadn’t had the Russian capital on the palm of his hand just to fall so low he had to become someone else’s dog.

“Is this what worries you?”

Brought back to reality, Vladimir was almost confused to see that her reaction was more surprised than upset.

“Isn’t that why a hacker has been sent here?” He was so confident in his own beliefs that he didn’t even want to listen to her answer. He just couldn’t wait to finish all the preparatory work for that shipment and pass to the next.

But Y/N scoffed, her arms once again resuming their crossed position on her chest. “I could have spied on you from the comfort of my bathtub as I sipped on a margarita. Why come here to work with a dick when I could do much better without you?” she tried to reason, but he was too stubborn to even try and look at the facts from an unbiased perspective. Not that she had expected anything less. “I’m here to make Anatoly’s job and your job, too, a little more efficient and less time-consuming. And if you would kindly stop rolling your eyes, for you will not find a brain in there, I’d be immensely happy.”

>> chapter four >>

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eggs - lee taeyong

⇢ prompt Breakfast does not go to the stomach, it goes to the heart. ⇢ pairing taeyong x female reader ⇢ word count 3.1k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings none unless fluff gives u whiplash :D ⇢ summary “Taeyong fluff. basically like they aren’t a couple yet but they know they both like each other so they’re all cutesy and shit :) plot doesn’t really matter tbh as long as it’s some cute ass fluff”—request ⇢ a/n take this fluffy shit and shove it up ur ass for optimum benefit

“Noona, will you please make us breakfast?” You are one hundred percent going to kill him.

“Ten, call me that again and the only thing I will cook is your arms and legs. I just bought cereal and milk, so leave me alone,” you groan like a branch under the weight of snow, rolling away from the brightness of the sun filtering through the window and swinging a leg out from beneath the covers to dangle off the bed. “No, you finished the cereal Thursday and never told me to pick up more, plus there’s no milk left,” Ten retorts, voice muffled behind the white door and at the sound of his—your—friends laughing, you feel like screaming. “Then go out and buy some more!”

“___, there’s like fifty eggs in the fridge, plus it’s past twelve and loverboy is starving, don’t you want to cook for T—“

“Okay, shut up!” You shout, accepting defeat rather than embarrassment and whipping the blankets away with an annoyed sigh. Picking a crumpled tee shirt from the floor, you pull it over your head with a certain irritation and make way for the door, swinging it open and glaring coldly at the grinning boy despite the heat growing on your cheeks like sunburn. “I hope you rot in Hell,” you hiss, jabbing a finger into his chest and stomping past him.

In a weak attempt to move past your guests as quietly as possible, you direct your attention to the floor and scurry through the living room quiet as a mouse, embarrassingly aware of loverboy’s—as Ten called him—presence. “Morning, ___.”

Caught. “Good morning,” you sigh, finally averting your gaze to look at the trio and offering a feeble wave. Maybe if you just pretend that he isn’t here, you can survive the day. However, as soon as your eyes land on Lee Taeyong and all his glory, hot rosiness is already burning its way up your neck quicker than before and settling on the apples of your cheeks. Curse you, you want to say, mouth sour and stare fixated on the brunette for a heartbeat too long until he smiles and you embarrassingly hurry on to the kitchen.

If it’s not for the incessant growling of your stomach, you truly contemplate opening the refrigerator door just to slam it back on your head; however, even though you would never admit it, cooking breakfast for Taeyong remains to be your first and foremost priority on this lovely afternoon. And so, no matter how much you don’t want to, you smack a cast-iron pan loudly on the stove and twist on the gas, pausing to count with your fingers how many eggs you’ll need before eventually just grabbing the whole carton.

You see, developing a crush on one of Ten’s friends was never part of the plan. To be entirely honest, you had laid in bed the night Ten first moved in, tucked delightfully in your duvets wondering how in the name of God you were going to survive just a week without falling for him. However, as time went on, Ten’s fiery attitude and the fact that it seemed as if his friend Johnny was the one who in fact moved in based on the amount of time he spent in your shared apartment made it quite painless to get over the brief obsession in your newest flatmate.

And while Ten does have a mentality spicier than sriracha, you could not find it in yourself to complain when he brought not one but three friends over two months into moving in. By that time, you were fairly close to Johnny, considering he was knocking on the door almost every day (at this point, you had already settled on the idea that the two were one hundred and fifty percent dating, although you would never ask), but had zero ideas that Ten even had other friends, let alone met them.

And to be quite frank, you did not expect another two attractive men to enter your life. Jung Jaehyun, quite possibly the most angelic human you have ever met and Lee Taeyong, the greatest threat to your existence.

Perhaps you would not have fallen so quickly if it was not for the fact Ten was adamant on having the three over every fucking day. The first time you met was a terrifying case of embarrassment; you had been sleeping in when you woke to quite possibly the loudest noise to ever enter your eardrums. And so, with speed faster than light, you fled from bed with nothing but measly undergarments to see what sort of Satanic ritual Ten was pulling, only to find two strangers grimacing at an enormous box now flat on the floor.

It was painfully awkward, from the moment they noticed your ghastly presence in the doorway, to the realization they just dropped the new television Ten just bought, and finally to the fact you were practically naked in front of them. Without even a glance to their faces and with a noise akin to a frightened mouse caught in a trap you spun back behind the door, slammed it closed, and dove back into bed, shivering under the covers and planning your plan of survival that included never leaving the one hundred and twenty-seven square feet of your bedroom.

However, five hours later your stomach had a mind of its own.

6:07 PM - To Ten: i will literally do absolutely anything u want ever in ur life if u bring me cereal

6:07 PM - From Ten: No shot

6:07 PM - To Ten: oh my god ten please

6:08 PM - From Ten: I think my friends need an apology for seeing ur titties this morning🤧

6:08 PM - To Ten: please dont do this to me im so hungry i will literally do anything

6:08 PM - From Ten: Bj?

6:08 PM - To Ten: yes an infinite everyday

6:08 PM - From Ten: hmmmm

6:09 PM - From Ten: nah

6:09 PM - From Ten: come get food urself

With an infuriated, muffled scream into the downy pillow, you hurl your phone to the mattress before leaning up and mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of teasing from your sinister flatmate. Sighing obnoxiously as you exit your bedroom for the first time in almost twenty-four hours, absolutely nothing in the entire fucking universe could have prepared you enough for the unquestionably perfectly crafted specimen of Lee Taeyong.

Upon first glance, you barely noticed his figure hidden in the corner of the room, simply a monochrome silhouette concealed in the darkness. It was not until the hues flashing from the television lit up the dark space with brightly colored shades from a commercial did he come into view, seated on the farthest side of the sofa. He was like a single brilliant star on a sky of perfect midnight velvet, a star whose gravity stole the air from your lungs and left you breathless in the doorway upon first glance.

He was by far the most alluring human you have ever seen.

“Hey ___!” Ten suddenly shouted, cutting your train—or lack thereof—of thought into shreds and replacing it with your previous hatred. “Die,” was all you said, earning a chuckle from someone, although you could not seem to care to find out who and instead continued for the kitchen.

“How’s your day been?” He continued, yelling from the other room and you contemplated whacking the side of his head with a cast-iron pan. “Don’t talk to me,” you shouted back while rummaging through the refrigerator, only to pull out a container of half empty white rice left over two days prior and a gallon of Breyers Extra Creamy Vanilla from the freezer.

“Are you grumpy because of what happened this morning?” He singsongs, followed by just leave her alone from an unknown voice as you grab two spoons and slam the drawer close. He was truly pushing your buttons. Ice cream, rice, and spoons in hand you made way for the living room, paused midway, and mercilessly pegged one of the metal spoons at Ten.

It unexpectedly hit him square in the forehead, creating a chorus of oohs from the others and you beamed. “Don’t forget who owns this apartment, Chittaphon,” you sneered, gracing his friends with a beaming smile before spinning on your heels and marching back into your bedroom.

Needless to say, Ten found it in himself to never tread that deep into your patience again and even apologized the next morning. However, the image stuck in your brain of whoever sat in the corner of the living room could not go without questioning.

“Hey, who was over last night, by the way?” You asked as Ten took a seat on the couch beside you, flicking between different television channels. “Taeyong and Jaehyun.”

“Which one had the pink hair?”

Ten huffed, throwing in the towel when it came to choosing an adequate channel, “Taeyong, why?”

You shrugged, “Nothing.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not dumb, c’mon. You think he’s cute?” More than cute.

“I only saw him for like, a millisecond,” you sniffed, waving him off and returning to your assignment. “Good news. They’re coming over again tonight!”

You groaned, throwing your head back onto the plush cushion and kneading your eyes with your knuckles. “I didn’t pick up enough groceries to feed a whole soccer team,” you sighed, lolling your head over to blink at him. “We have eggs?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Tae will help you.”

And only after a proper introduction when Johnny, Jaehyun, and Taeyong arrived an hour later, you found yourself in the talons of a trap designed to drag you down into the depths of drool-worthy dreams and endless nights of “being in your bag.”

When it came time to cook a meal for the new clan you found ravaging your apartment, it took no less than half a minute for the cotton candy haired art-major (something you found out about him during some unacceptably adorable small talk) to jump up from his spot on the loveseat to aid you in any way possible.

“You like cooking?” He asked as you passed him another egg to be whisked, and you laughed heartily. “No, I just have to so I don’t blow all my money on takeout,” you explained, shrugged, and then followed with, “well, I don’t know. If I had time to cook out of enjoyment rather than survival, I would probably like it.”

“You should, it can be really relaxing,” he said, voice luxurious velvet as he poured the whisked eggs into the hot pan. “I don’t really know any recipes,” you shrugged, watching with quiet admiration as he went through what minimal spices you had while simultaneously folding the eggs into what would eventually be an omelet.

“Oh! I’ll have to show some you one day, then,” Taeyong grinned, and no matter how hard you tried you could not fight the rosy blush warming your features.

It was at this moment you realized you were royally fucked. There was absolutely no way of getting out of this one, you told yourself, and it was a constant reminder nearly every day when him, Johnny, and Jaehyun made their entrance. It was especially obvious on days he came over after class, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and revealing an inch too much skin that made your insides crawl, or the alone time you shared when he would help you in the kitchen, when one day over the course of three months you realized it had gone from two strangers forced to feed a group of helpless college kids to a pair naturally creating meals together, including a handful too many hip bumps, tickles, and any other type of physical touching to be categorized as just friends.

“No way,” you blew Ten off one morning when he asked if you thought you would ever date Taeyong, “he doesn’t like me like that.”

When all he did was roll his eyes, some part of you truly did drop with disappointment. For if he had said, “You should hear how he talks about you,” or, “You really are a dumb bitch,” then maybe you would have had some hope. But his lack of response confirmed your thoughts: Taeyong was an unattainable love.

Four months later, you and your now crimson haired friend dragged an absolutely wasted beyond repair Ten into his bedroom, flung him onto his mattress, removed his shoes, and patted him a good night.

“Sorry you had to deal with him,” you frowned, making way for the tiny kitchen and offering him a water in which he graciously took. Lord knows, if you had known he was coming, you would have been more prepared. And yet there you were, in nothing but an oversized tee shirt in front of the man who held all the stars in his irises and the very being of you in his hands.

“Don’t worry about it,” Taeyong smiled, clicked his tongue after taking a sip of water, “either way, I got to see my gi—you.”

Realizing his miniscule slip-up, Taeyong’s eyes grew the size of saucers, as did yours. My girl? Was that what he was going to say? You gulped, windpipe suddenly dryer than any desert on Earth, heart bumping frantically in your chest because holy shit, were you to blow it off or act on it?

Taeyong cleared his throat, and you did the same, an awkward tension suddenly filling the room thick like syrup and you were suffocating. “Anyway, I’m gonna head home. G’night, ___,” said Taeyong, offering a weak pat to your cheek. You watched him in silence as he left, and as soon as the door shut behind him the world came crashing down, the walls suddenly seemed to shrink and you hopped off the barstool in order to save yourself and sped to your bedroom in a rush of excitement and undeniable shock.

Only two days later you saw him again, a mini celebration in your apartment for the end of the semester with a bit too much soju involved. You found yourself curled into his side as the antics settled down further into the night, however alcohol still had your nerves on fire and you were hyperaware of Taeyong’s hand on what was exposed of your waist where your shirt had ridden up, long fingers drawing random patterns onto the bare skin and you could not breathe.

“___,” he said, you turned from the loud Raymour & Flanigan commercial blaring from the television to look at him, eyes wide and honest and his heart lurched. He suddenly could not find it in himself anymore to ask if he could stay the night and instead languidly studied your pretty features, face hovering closely above your own so you could feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks and he did not know what to do.

“Taeyong!”

Ten shouted and the two of you jerked back, the serene moment suddenly popped like a bubble and you wanted to scream at him for ruining the possibilities.

The exchange between Taeyong and Ten turned to nothing but marbles in your ears, the idea of kissing him much too loud and growing from a small mustard seed hidden within your brain to an enormous tree. Except now it was in bold font and flashing every color known to man because there was no way he was actually going to kiss you, right?

Fast forward nearly a month later and here you were, found in yet another treacherous predicament as the man of your dreams sat only feet away. The past twenty-seven days were the worst of your life, you tell yourself; for every time you close your eyes, all you can picture is all the diminutive moments shared with Taeyong since your almost-kiss, every insignificant touch, every drawn-out ogling, every unnecessary compliment that only increasing became worse because Ten told him that you liked him. And instead of bringing it up, too fearful to do so even though you are convinced he must like you back, you push it away, avoiding any possible interaction that will lead to your potential collapse.

And so, when a, “Hey, do you want any help?” erupts from just around the wall, you nearly drop an egg when every muscle in your body freezes because yes he’s here but no get away. “Um,” you sniff, glancing down at the dozen eggs and then back to the boy sporting hair the shade of oozy caramel, “sure.”

You go on in silence, continuously passing Taeyong an egg to be cracked and then throwing out the shells, and you are telling yourself oh, this isn’t too bad until he decides to break the relative silence, “I like you.” You blink, squint at the wall before moving around him to wash yoke from your hands, hearing the words from those damn kissable lips makes your legs burn and heart thump at a rate that definitely is not healthy. “I know,” you finally answer, voice clogged in the back of your throat so you continue, “I like you too.”

“I know,” says Taeyong once you look up at him and he bestows upon you a toothy grin.

“I’m glad that’s settled, then,” you laugh breathlessly, leaning into his side as he scrambles the eggs, cheek pressed against his bicep, “you’re bulking up, I like it.” Taeyong drops his head to look down and you glance up with a smile that cannot seem to leave your face. “Jaehyun said the same thing,” he grins, pulling his arm away so that you must pull away but, just as your lips start to pout, he pulls your body close and wraps his arms around your waist.

In a sudden surge of courage, you raise your hand to trail a finger down the razor-sharp edge of his jawline, something you have dreamed of doing for months and now that you are finally able to, you do not know whether you will ever be able to stop. “Wow,” you almost say, breathlessly infatuated by his presence, however, the sudden pressure of his lips upon yours steals your breath furthermore and suddenly everything is all him and you pull yourself closer, air hitching in your lungs, nerves fizzing with sparks, melding your mouth against his own as the anticipation of kissing him over the past months has reached its boiling point.

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” Taeyong asks once you have pulled away, lips swollen red. “That’s the general plan, yes,” you laugh softly, planting a milder peck on the side of his mouth.

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“Does anyone smell burning eggs?”

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[littlemissgot7]

you & me

Mark | 2374 words anon requests: “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long. I’m here, I’ve missed you.” // You and Mark have a huge fight, but make up in the end

You hadn’t seen Mark in eight years. When he unexpectedly appeared again one afternoon, it dredged up all the memories you’d wanted to forget.

The last place you thought you’d see Mark Tuan was in a grocery store in LA.

He’d been your best friend when you were younger but then he’d disappeared off to Korea. You tried to keep in touch, but calls faded to texts which faded to nothing at all. The Mark Tuan you heard about in the news and the Mark Tuan you’d grown up with felt like two different people from two different times.

You hadn’t seen him face to face in eight years and the very last place you thought you’d see him was a grocery store.

He had a cap pulled down low over his face, but he was wearing the ring on his pinky, the one you’d exchanged before he left as a pact, of sorts, that you’d stay friends. You’d made yours into a bracelet that you wore more out of habit now than nostalgia or anything else, but you unconsciously rubbed your finger over it when you saw his.

You weren’t sure if you should say anything or not. You didn’t want to. You weren’t sure he’d even remember or recognize you and he looked busy enough poking at the fruit that you figured you shouldn’t; you’d just turned to disappear down the closest aisle when you heard your name.

You paused. It had been quiet and the store was loud and you could pretend like you hadn’t heard, but his footsteps were coming closer and–

“Hey! I thought it was you!”

You slowly raised your eyes to meet his and you gave him a hesitant smile. “Oh, hey, Mark.”

He deadpanned. “I haven’t seen you in eight years and all I get is ‘hey’?”

You immediately scowled at him, swatting his arm. “Well, I figured you didn’t want to draw any attention, Mr. Superstar.”

To your surprise, he frowned. “I’m not a superstar. I’m just your friend.”

“Yeah, well, your legion of fans would disagree with you.” The longer you were around Mark, the tighter your chest felt; it was getting harder to breathe. Memories you’d nearly managed to forget were resurfacing in a way you didn’t like. Your eyes darted toward the front of the store. “Uh–It was great to see you, but I gotta go–”

To your dismay, he grabbed a bag of apples at random and followed you when you darted toward the checkout counter. When you finished paying first, you thought you’d be able to escape before he could follow you further, but you hadn’t even made it to your car when you heard him behind you, calling your name.

“Hey, wait up!”

You winced, not slowing down. You unceremoniously threw the groceries in your car and almost managed to get in yourself when he appeared, his hand on your door.

“Can we...talk? I haven’t seen you in…” He trailed off.

You stared at a spot over his shoulder. You really didn’t want to. Everything had been fine before you saw him and you didn’t need to drag the past out of the box you’d buried it in so deep in your chest but you mumbled out “fine” before that nauseous feeling in your gut could signal to your brain to run.

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You ended up at his house. His parents were out, so it was just the two of you in a big, empty space and you wished you could have been at your apartment instead. He grabbed you a soda from the fridge and led you upstairs to his room.

It looked the same as the last time you’d been in it. Why wouldn’t it? He’d left for Korea two days later and hadn’t been back since. He dropped onto his bed; you perched on the edge of his desk chair, ready to leave.

“How...how’ve you been?”

“Fine.” Your tongue darted out over your lips. “Busy. School and then work. Adulting. You?”

He took a swig of his soda. You tried to act like you couldn’t feel his piercing gaze on your skin. “Busy,” he mimicked, but then he sighed heavily. “I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, really?” You clenched your free hand and suddenly your chest felt tight for entirely different reasons. “You’ve missed me?”

“Yeah, and–”

“If you missed me so much, then why did you stop texting? And calling? I tried for months, Mark, we promised each other that we’d try and that we’d stay friends, and you just quit replying to everything. That’s not my fault. I tried.”

“Wait, that’s–I can–”

“Do you know how crushed I was when you left?” You were slipping, spiraling, all of the feelings you’d buried shooting up your chest and lodging in your throat. “You were my only friend, Mark. You had tons of friends and people who loved you and I had you and that was it.”

He was silent, his eyes on you. You slammed the soda can down on his desk. “You were my only friend and you left. And I don’t blame you for that, okay, you should have gone, I’m happy for you for following your dreams or whatever, but why did that mean you had to ignore me?” Your legs were shaking, itching to run out of this house and keep going until you couldn’t move. “My dad left and my mom died but I had you, I had a friend, I had someone to help me get through that. And then I didn’t. Fuck, Mark, do you know how important you were to me?”

You sank back down into the chair, burying your face in your hands. “So I can’t do this. I can’t hang out and pretend like I’m fine because right now my body feels like it’s turning in on itself and I can’t.”

Mark was silent, which was simultaneously something you wanted and something you didn’t. After a moment, he stood, slipping over to stand in front of you. He reached down and pulled you toward him until your head bumped against his stomach. Slowly, one hand found its way to your back and the other to your hair, holding you there, against him; before you could stop yourself, you started to cry.

“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long.” His voice was barely a murmur and you would have missed it entirely if you exhaled at the wrong moment, but it rang loud in your ears. “I’m so sorry.”

You weakly hit his chest with your fist, but unfurled it to clench his t-shirt immediately after. “I don’t wanna–”

“I know, you don’t wanna talk to me.” He smiled slightly, tugging you a little closer. “But I’m here, I’ve missed you, and I’m going to make you listen.”

So he told you everything, about his trainee days and the stress of debut and every new release and running nonstop constantly. About how he hadn’t had access to his phone for years except for weekly calls to his parents, how many times he’d regretted his choice and all the times he hadn’t. How many times he wanted to fly back to you, but how he stayed and missed you instead. He talked and you were silent, feeling the years of resentment seep out of your bones until you felt light.

When he finished, you were staring out of the window. You glanced up at him, then grabbed his arm, leading him out of the house.

---

You ended up at the beach. It was fairly empty, which you were glad for, and you slipped off your shoes, holding them as you walked slowly next to him. Everything was warm and golden as the sun dipped below the horizon and it made you feel safe.

“I’m sorry,” you said, peeking up at him. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I know it was shitty to not try to get in touch.”

“You were busy.”

“So were you.”

You nudged him with your elbow. “Neither one of us handled that perfectly.”

“Yeah.”

You fell back into a comfortable pattern of silence, listening to the waves wash in and crash on the shoreline. After a moment, you swooped down, grabbing a shell and chucking it out into the ocean.

“I’m proud of you, actually.”

“Huh?”

“I may have been really pissed off at you, but I still kept up with your band to see what you were doing. You’re doing some pretty cool things.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know the tips of his ears were bright red and it gave you a small sense of satisfaction to know that, in that respect, he hadn’t changed. He sputtered and made faces and you laughed for the first time all day.

Mark shoved his hands in his pockets and stared out at the waves as you dug your toes in the sand. “I wasn’t entirely honest earlier,” he said a minute later. You sighed. “I said that I didn’t have a phone and then I was busy, and those are true, but…” He paused, taking a deep breath before he continued. “When I could call you, I didn’t. I was scared that I would’ve talked to you and ended up giving up and coming home. You were probably the one person who could’ve convinced me to.”

You frowned. “I never would have. God, I didn’t want you to leave, but I was supportive of you going after your dreams.”

He shook his head. “Not because you would’ve talked me into quitting but seeing you and talking to you...would’ve made me miss you more.”

“If you’d talked to me, you would’ve missed me less.”

He seemed frustrated. “No, that’s not–You mean a lot to me and I wouldn’t have wanted to–I didn’t want to–dammit, I’m in love with you, that’s why.”

It took a minute or two for his words to sink in and, when they did, all the air was sucked out of your lungs, leaving you gaping like a fish out of water. You whipped your head around to see him; his ears were red and he was staring straight out at the ocean and you caught the quiver that ran down his spine.

“Mark…”

He let out the breath he’d been holding in one big rush. “Yeah. I do. I mean, I have. Since before I left. I almost didn’t leave. But we said we’d stay friends and I thought that’s all it was and that you didn’t think of me as more than that so I said okay and I left. And then when I was gone, I missed you so bad it constantly hurt and I knew if I talked to you I’d run to you because, god, you’re the one person who knows me better than anyone and the only one I feel safe around but I couldn’t run. Because I promised you that I’d make it in Korea.” He dipped his head, staring down at his feet as he stubbed his toe in the sand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to tell you. I just saw you again and I fucked everything up, sorry.”

You dropped your shoes in the sand next to you. You stepped around in front of him; he avoided your gaze.

“If you love me…don’t shut me out when you go back to Korea.”

He raised his eyes, but stayed quiet.

“This time, let me cheer for you and support you and visit and go to your shows. You won’t even have a chance to miss me because I’ll text and call you so much.” Everything was sliding back together; you had been so mad at him for so long, but one afternoon and a couple deep conversations were all it took to take you back to eight years ago, when you stood next to him at the airport and said goodbye and wished that you could kiss him.

You rested your hands against his biceps and propped yourself up on the tips of your toes and pressed your lips to his.

“Because I love you too.”

---

Six months later, Mark had a mask on and a cap pulled down over his face. He peered through the crowds around him, searching for someone. He glanced at his phone and his fingers flew over the keyboard and he was about to hit send when there was a tap on his shoulder.

“Hi there.”

He whirled around and there you were, beaming at him, obviously tired from a too-long flight but ecstatic to finally be in Korea.

“Babe!”

Before he could, you yanked down his mask and kissed him, savoring his touch and the taste of his lips after six months apart. His arms were around you, pulling you into his chest, clinging to you like his life depended on it, and you smiled against his lips.

“I missed you,” you whispered when you pulled back, winking at him. “But I think you missed me more.”

“Oh god, you have no idea.” He groaned, tugging his mask back up and keeping one arm wound around your shoulders as he led you toward baggage claim. “I have three days off before I have to go back to schedules and I’m gonna take you everywhere. You’re not leaving my sight.”

You laughed, hitting his hip with yours as you walked. “Excuse you, I have to leave your sight sometimes. I gotta shower, Tuan.”

“And why do you have to leave my sight to shower?”

You could practically see his wolfish grin through his mask and you whacked his chest as you laughed. “You perv!”

He just laughed and dropped a light kiss on the top of your head. “Thanks for giving me another chance.”

“You say that every time we talk,” you said lightly, reaching up to play with his fingers. “Which is all the time.”

“Yeah, and I mean it every time.”

“Thank you, Mark.” You patted his hand. “For giving me another chance too.”

“Hey, I thought I lost you once. I’m not making that mistake again.”

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever now because I don’t think I can go through that again. I love you too much to not have you in my life.”

“Just you and me.”

“Forever.”

He nudged you gently, grinning. “I like the sound of that.”

#mark #mark tuan #mark scenarios #got7 #got7 scenarios #got7writersnet #i combined two requests for this piece but only bc as i was writing one i realized the other fit perfectly with what i was already writing #/o\ #requests

[sheusedtobesassier]

Day 10,785

172 days until I hit my thirties.

So. An assortment of 172 good memories from my twenties.

001. Addey hype mumbo jumbo singing along with Moana before she was really talking.

002. Being asked to say the big thank you at SOE graduation.

003. Isaac’s face when he peeked at Omar’s new shoes at the East Towne Starbucks.

004. Drinking Mike’s honey moonshine while we played Euchre in his starry cicada humming backyard.

005. Taking Mama on the water taxi rides when she visited me in Chicago.

006. Grandma Kathy calling me, “My pink haired granddaughter.”

007. Sneaking into camp with the Hines girls to write up collaboration glass bottle poems in the Prayer Chapel.

008. The slow and steady hike up to the Hollywood sign.

009. The night I kidnapped Mini Farm kittens to snuggle for a movie and accidentally left the gate open releasing the rest to the Wisconsin wild.

010. Sunday afternoon sipping Stella Artois in the perfect sunny front room of our Albany Park apartment.

011. Zoë giving me all her wallet cash so I could buy bare minimum groceries.

012. Taking turns reading The History of Love aloud in our Winter Staff Forest Springs apartment.

013. The Halloween/Hillside round of Murder in the Dark with All Stars only.

014. Acting a fool in the unfinished Lodge room filled from floor to ceiling with Tempur-Pedic mattresses.

015. Doug lounging in the giant crate of laundry bags in the laundry room.

016. GUBS INSIDE JOKES.

017. St. Patrick’s Day 2021, hahaha.

018.  Beyoncé: Lemonade in the empty downstairs apartment with Mary.

019. Accidentally getting kayak drunk from a backpack bottle of Ménage à Trois.

020. Daylight skinny dipping with Amber to inaugurate the new pool.

021. The perfect stray cat that came around the second half of 2018.

022. Renate being the first to cry with me post breakup. Bill supplying sparkling water to prevent dehydration.

023. Doing drag makeup in Bekah’s bathroom while her and Marissa giggled at each other in the tub.

024. Every kitchen island conversation I’ve ever had with Steve Hines.

025. The perfect colors the night we snuck up on the helicopter landing pad on that Dallas hotel.

026. FACILITATING THAT SAME WEEKEND’S GAME OF ASSASSIN, BEFORE IT GOT UGLY.

027. Becoming buddies with all four Williams brothers.

028. When Mercy told me I’m her favorite Williams brother.

029. Hahaha the Camp Clean Up I put Elliot on my crew for my own amusement and told him his only responsibility was to walk around with me the whole time.

030. The time Blaine and I were avoiding the long lunch line together and Nimanim was like, “Wait so this is like an actual friendship huh?”

031. Tanner enthusiastically reenacting Gandalf’s YOU SHALL NOT PASS as I came up the path.

032. Will realizing I’d Facebook stalked him without sending a friend request.

033. Magically finding Pop Rocks the morning of my perfect 22nd birthday.

034. My perfect 26th birthday weekend in Minneapolis with my dreamy local girl gang.

035. Tauri’s blossoms on the Sky Lodge trees in the spring.

036. Encountering and becoming completely enthralled by the Enneagram.

037. OLIVIA FUCKING GATWOOD APPRECIATING MY PINK HAIR.

038. Clementine von Radic writing that Greyhound always loses her luggage too.

039. My stretch of obsession with Hemingway’s love interests.

040. Becoming friends with Fat Boy Tucker pup.

041. Becoming friends with rescued best dog Star girl.

042. The night Doug was my ride from the airport and he pulled his truck over so we could take a good look at the gigantic moon.

043. That hilarious flirtatious moonlight wander of the horse trails with Omar and Edith and Caleb.

044. Jake Nelson giving me a surprise scoop of chocolate custard as a peace offering after his grumpy bedtime attitude.

045. THE DISCOVERY AND CAPTIVATION OF HADESTOWN.

046. Getting to have Alia in every day for a while there.

047. Les Mis at Overture Center because Ally bought our family tickets.

048. Pat Coakley telling me I don’t know how special I am.

049. Spit handshake with Janelle swearing we’ll never think any boys are cooler than we are.

050. Marissa picking me up without explanation to take us on a quiet sunset drive of her favorite county road.

051. Jayden imagination playing with Blue, Guy, and a motorcycle for a whole night then waking me up with them the next morning.

052. Genevieve asking to borrow my lavender romper for her rehearsal dinner.

053. Getting to be Cali’s sidekick the week leading up to her wedding extravaganza.

054. Houston YMCA hallway phone call from Justin’s dorm room asking me clarify which of the boys was Nick, Schmidt, and Winston.

055. The absolutely ludicrous old woman I got drunk with in the Amtrak dining car.

056. The absolute ludicrous glass skull light up cocktail I drank at Freehand’s hotel bar.

057. When Dan Hartke told me I’m a mother hen.

058. When the most beautiful Sora from Korea told me, “You always flowers.”

059. Hannah’s hand me down Steve Madden sandals.

060. Runaway trips with Amber Bamber to watch Shakespeare in the woods.

061. Storytelling with Jack Thomas.

062. Drunk bar darts after Corn Fest with Marissa’s gang.

063. Leaving the reception with Emmy to go curl up in Amber’s bed and giggle about how it was the last place she slept as a virgin.

064. The night Riana and Zoe and I took turns putting our heads out the car windows to howl like wolves.

065. Falling asleep on the couch with Zelina and Chelle beer buzzed watching Jersey Shore.

066. That perfect little basement Thai place a couple blocks from Emmy’s apartment dorm.

067. When Dan forced me to get out of his car and left because I’d annoyed him too hard on our library trip.

068. Vicki suggesting we go live together overseas.

069. Depop photoshoot with Taurilyn.

070. Mykenza bluntly declaring true things I couldn’t confirm or deny.

071. Norm announcing to the full room he was teaching that I was a rascal.

072. Zochella.

073. Noah Gundersen and Brett Dennen at The Majestic.

074. Every damn time we ate beautiful food at High Rock Cafe.

075. The nights I felt capable at TOCHI.

076. LENA DUNHAM’S GIRLS.

077. Jordan suddenly ballroom dancing Genevieve around the kitchen.

078. Staying up late crying to my mom about trying to take good care of the lesbian teenagers at Sky Lodge.

079. The night Caleb very suddenly showed up with a bowl of sangria then tried to leave a dozen times but we convinced him to stay.

080. Rachel swearing that the man in the Wrigleyville bookshop had love at first sighted me.

081. Making the list of how many musicals I’ve been affected by.

082. Discovering weirdo La Llamada then driving straight to Carlsons’s to immediately watch it again with them.

083. Writing heartfelt correspondence back and forth with Kat for a few years.

084. All the funky cards I’ve received from Amber.

085. Finding that PERFECT dress at Goodwill for Tauri’s Winter Ball.

086. An actual friendship with Paul Bierdeman.

087. COUNSELOR MEETINGS.

088. The night Emily Holverson and I stood outside the Lodge trading sincerity about Sky Lodge and the complications of ministry.

089. Blunt conversations with Josiah, hahaha.

090. The Lower Lakeview round of Murder in the Dark when I killed every single person playing before anyone could call, “Dead body!”

091. When I suddenly caught him listening to my singing in the tunnel.

092. Putting together outfits from Lolita’s wardrobe.

093. Driving into such an unexpectedly lush part of Missouri.

094. A nighttime surprise of Big Ben and The London Eye and Buckingham Palace and St James Park in the falling snow.

095. MY PERFECT ABODE IN ST. LOUIS, MO.

096. OUR PERFECT ABODE IN ALBUQUERQUE, NM.

097. Becoming one of Steve’s best friends.

098. The evening Elorine and I didn’t go with and REALLY talked.

099. THE UNDENIABLE INHERENT GOODNESS OF MERRY’S KIDS.

100. Farrell’s crying apology on the sidewalk outside of Maple.

101. Alex’s irregular sudden extreme compliments.

102. The females I’m close with over the internet due to mutual admiration.

103. Lars from Hinge, hahaha.

104. Sitting at the end of a long table with Janelle making a napkin list of our all time favorite manic pixie dream girls.

105. The handful of LotR marathons we’ve accomplished.

106. When Kat told me she understood the Harry Styles crush but that maybe he wasn’t right for me.

107. Reading so many Donald Miller books and getting others to read them too.

108. Kisses on the cheek from Esther.

109. Getting raspberries for Mike’s turtles as an apology for making death threats.

110. Tipsy dancing alone with my eyes closed for like a hundred songs at Sheryl’s Club on New Years 2021.

111. The flattering comparison to the wonderful Harley Duke.

112. Aw omg, our happy hammock stacks at Observatory Hill. 

113. Telling slumber party stories on stage for Women’s Retreat.

114. BEING THE MIME FOR LIFE GROUP’S FAVORITE.

115. Fatigued watching The Kissing Booth and laughing harder than ever.

116. Spastic goofing around with Ashley AND Brittany the day we moved Amber into her new home.

117. Sitting on my closet floor showing crying Riana baby videos of singing piano playing Janelle.

118. Giggle running through Piggly Wiggly parking lot at closing with Rene with like $400 of alcohol on Ally’s birthday.

119. Fireball shots ALL NIGHT with Jeremiah and his uncle on Christmas Eve.

120. Listening to the delicious details of Emmy’s Europe romance.

121. Zion giving me his Adidas crewneck as sentimental goodbye gift.

122. Arguing with Austin over our differing zombie apocalypse ideologies.

123. Drunk Discord/Among Us with Hunter and Bekah and Nick and Marissa.

124. How soft Kenny’s absurd speeches made my heart.

125. MINUTE LONG VOICE MEMOS STACKS WITH ROSIE. ♡♡

126. Listening to Lizzy McAlpine in an afternoon candlelight bath.

127. Listening through John Mayer’s The Search for Everything mowing the ball field.

128. Emotionally painting my old house in Birmingham.

129. Being really damn good at that Heads Up game with Omar.

130. Compiling worthwhile stuff for Foreman training.

131. GROWING MY PLANTS.

132. The stretch when Bryanna was usually wrapped in my blanket.

133. Talking about going to Colorado with Alex.

134. The notorious reputation of knowing everybody at CCCA.

135. GETTING ALL DRESSED UP FOR DINNER THEATER.

136. Calling Ally from a parking lot at Emmy’s bachelorette party because I was SO CONFIDENT I was a hot person that I had to talk to her about it.

137. Playing the stupidest laughingest game of The Floor Is Lava with Jackson when I came to visit them all in Dallas.

138. Feeling really really really at home in my apartment at Sky Lodge.

139. How Ryan Boon would struggle to talk through his laughter.

140. Belonging to myself at Fiddleheads Coffee in Cedarburg.

141. THE UNDENIABLE IMMEDIATE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN ME AND COURTNEY HART.

142. Big Falls County Park. Every time.

143. Kayaking down Blue River with Duke, Jeremiah and Addey, Hunter, and Hunter’s friend.

144. That perfect burger at Pier Burger in Santa Monica.

145. Riding The Brown Line down to The Loop and all the way back up.

146. Aw. Welp. Every lengthy truthful phone call with Sam.

147. The four seasons I was compiling four second videos.

148. Ashley’s and my perfect roommates stretch, featuring our perfect couch.

149. The night we forced so many to come to our Blackfish showing then sign our petition opposing Sea World. Hahaha. #emptythetanks

150. The night Ben and I sat in the corner giddy burning through TriBond cards.

151. The night I showed up at Doug’s and Lueck’s door losing my damn mind over The Dress.

152. Community Soccer at the local elementary school gym.

153. Frigid stranded in the Chequamegon National Forest with Mary and Caleb on our return drive from our nightmare trip to Duluth.

154. The final night of being “cats in a bag” sleeping in Janelle’s bottom bunk.

155. Filling up the broomball courts under a negative degrees meteor shower.

156. Getting another wonderful summertime of Delala.

157. The Sunday service the pastor wouldn’t quit snapping his fingers and a bunch of us were txting each other like, “OMFG NO AHHH HOW DO WE MAKE HIM STOP????”

158. Oomph. The perfect veggie omelette (no cheese) at Sparks.

159. Dad’s soft voicemail about his admiration for Adele.

160. Their neighbor lady Maddie’s outfit for the Christmas cantata and her disappointment with the unfamiliar song selection.

161. Raquel’s completely irresistible fun streak.

162. Listening to folklore with Jayden and the girlies first thing when I woke up every morning for a while there.

163. Going through Met Gala looks cuddled up with Omar.

164. The way it felt reading Anthropology of an American Girl.

165. The giant primary colors crochet blanket mom made for me.

166. Noah scooping me up in that hug in the Waterloo parsonage kitchen.

167. When Omar completely surprised me with what he can do to a piano.

168. Deciding I am a Pinot Grigio girl.

169. Omfg, the Nest Night we intensely debated our way through a Staff Wives wrestling bracket.

170. Dismantling multiple purity talks and dress codes like it’s my calling.

171. Laying on blankets in the middle of many fields in different places for the sake of being very very very very sunkissed.

172. Regularly running into Bill at Kwik Trip.

#personal

[evakfanficsrecs]

do you have any fake dating AUs please? thanks in advance

Hi, dear!

Yup! Actually, you know what… let me make you a full-on updated masterpost of the Fake Dating AU since there’s been quite a few additions lately and it will simply be more convenient to have them all in one place… :)

(Btw. this will get long, so be aware!)

*

ONESHOTS:

Draw The Line (Need To Know That You’re Mine) by thesoulsailor Summary: Five times Even pretends to be Isak’s boyfriend, and one time there’s no pretend at all. Or the 5+1 Fake Boyfriend Evak AU we all deserve.

almost like calling it love by piginawigSummary: “I have to go to the party,” he stated. “I have to show him that I’m okay, I’m pre-med with perfect grades and yeah, maybe I’m single, but-“ “What if you weren’t single?” Even said suddenly, biting his lip.Isak choked. “Um, what?” “Like, what if you took a boyfriend to the party?” “I don’t have a boyfriend, Even,” he said, frowning. Even didn’t look deterred. “What?” “I could be your boyfriend.” Isak choked again. “Like, pretend,” Even clarified, and Isak felt slightly sick.

Adrian and Markus by ufologiesSummary: He had tried to stay positive when he woke up, hoping that maybe since it wasn’t a super intense case, he’d be paired with Mikael instead. Hell, at this point he wouldn’t even mind being told to do the case alone. But when the entire department knows that the cases Isak and Even work on together are the ones that get solved the fastest, the safest and the smoothest, well, Even can’t really say he didn’t see it coming.That didn’t make it any less… inconvenient, for a lack of a better word. So — they were paired together. No big deal. Just like any other day. Only ten times more awkward. Or: Isak and Even go undercover on a case that unexpectedly ends up bringing them closer together. 

I May Have a Little Crush on You? by shipblurSummary: Even helps Isak out of a tight spot.

makin’ me a mess by itjustkindahappenedSummary: fake dating!au; The boy gives him a look of alarm, making a weak attempt at drawing his hand back, but Isak keeps holding it convulsively as he looks pleadingly into the stranger’s eyes. “Listen, this is super humiliating for me but I’m currently getting stood up on a date and my ex is a waiter here and he’s already been walking past my table too many times and looked far too satisfied for it to be casual so can you please just—pretend to be my date or something? I’ll pay for dinner and everything, I’m really sorry about this, I just—please?”

my longing drives me crazy for you by highpraisesSummary: Isak’s mum worries, Isak makes bad life decisions and Even loves Isak.

The best boyfriend by champagneleftieSummary: “Hey man, what’s up. I’m Isak.” The guy still looks confused, like he has no idea what’s happening, so Isak decides it’s probably best to be as obvious as possible. “Vilde’s boyfriend.” This is the possible love of Even’s life, the most perfect boy he’s ever laid his eyes on, with the perfect height and perfect lips and sometimes he does this little thing with his tongue that reduces Even to a puddle of feelings – and he has a girlfriend. * A very liberal interpretation of the fake relationship trope.

last night by bbyfruitSummary: fake dating!au; Alright, so Isak is pretty used to waking up hungover in the middle of the afternoon, especially at this point in his seventeen years of living. He’s also pretty used to waking up in Jonas’s bed, usually with Jonas curled up beside him, light that comes in through Jonas’s window and hits Isak right in the face. What he’s not used to is Jonas’s arm slung over his hip and no memory of what the fuck got them to this point.

Hopeless by waitineedanameSummary: fake dating!au; There was no way in hell Isak would be able to talk to Even. He was tall and cool and handsome, and Isak was pretty sure talking to him would make him spontaneously combust. He was hopeless.

how to get a guy in seven days by thekardemommeSummary: Even and Yousef won’t make a move, so Sana and Isak take matters into their own hands. It doesn’t go exactly as planned.

friends don’t treat me like you do by hippopotamusSummary: Isak’s going to humiliate himself in front of Even’s friends because he has no idea how to be - pretend to be - in a relationship. What is Even expecting him to do? Hold his hand? Kiss him? Hold eye contact with him for more than two seconds? Isak can’t do any of that. And he also can’t sleep.

first dates by princevaltersenSummary: Isak asks Even to be his fake date to an engagement party.

might become my lover, for real by evamohnsSummary: fake dating!au; It’s Even who finally does it, hooks his finger around Isak’s before turning his hand over and nudging at Isak’s palm with his until they’re holding hands, Isak flexes his fingers in the grasp – still looking at the floor. 

dear, don’t you be nervous by chasingflowerSummary: fake dating!au; Sometimes, Isak wishes he could just keep his mouth shut. It would solve a lot of his problems. (Or, Isak tells Eskild that he’s dating Even, the boy he likes, but hasn’t said any more than ten words to. It’s not the best situation.)

In the Eye of the Beholder by HazyCosmicJiveSummary: After weeks of Even using him as a ‘muse’ and refusing to let him see it Isak is attending Even’s first art exhibit. And to make it all worse he’s going as his fake boyfriend, which wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t hopelessly in love with him.

Come and paint the world with me tonight by LostInAdmirationSummary: “If he had been smart and sober enough to say no, he wouldn’t be stood in a church he definitely shouldn’t be in, wearing a suit that was far too tight and a rainbow coloured bow-tie.”

Feng Shui by champagneleftieSummary: “Even!” Isak says, indignant, affronted. “I miss kissing. Kissing is nice.” Even misses kissing too. That was nice. Kissing Sonja was nice. She smelled nice. Isak smells nice. Even has a brilliant idea. “You could kiss me!”

CHAPTERED:

would it be a sin if i can’t help falling in love with you? by cosetties  Summary: “I mean, I already have a thing with – “ Isak waves his hand in the air. Conjuring up a girl should be way easier than this. Magnus had a girlfriend at Bakka for three months, and Isak doubts that she ever existed. All Isak has to do is make up a name, but his mouth dries up. He clears his throat. “A thing with – “ “Even,” the guy says, extending his hand for Emma to shake.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by BluebeardsWife  Summary: Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex’s wedding.

I wanna hold you like you’re mine by giraffingalldaySummary: “I’m sorry? Who are you? And how would you know if Isak was really gay?“ “I’m Even, and how about because I’m his fucking boyfriend?” Huh. This was news to Isak. Or, Isak is often nervous and just trying to get through his required semester of Theatre. Emma makes it a little harder until Even comes along and makes it too easy. He might fall in love somewhere along the way.

love and healing by evenbakkasSummary: Isak is angry. He’s fucking pissed, and he’s suddenly seeing red, because his ex fucking took his heart and stomped on it until it was left in pieces, and he doesn’t get to do this to Isak after all the shit he’s pulled. So, before the guy can answer, Isak smiles curtly and says, “He’s my boyfriend.” Or: A Fake dating!AU where Isak goes grocery shopping and meets an attractive stranger in a jean jacket who ends up leaving as his fake boyfriend.

latching onto you by BehindthecitiesSummary: In which model!Isak and director!Even get caught drunkenly making out with each other by the paparazzi at the club and the only solution to it is to pretend to be each other’s boyfriends. 

Come out, come out, to the sea my love… and just, drown with me by GayaIsANerdSummary: In which Even saves Isak from an asshole ex, and from himself. * Another fake boyfriend AU, because we can’t have enough of those. 

You’re a different kind of new by LostInAdmirationSummary: “But that still didn’t explain why Even was currently standing in a crowded house with the boy of his dreams pressed up against his side and a girl stood in front of them, looking bewildered as Isak told the girl excitedly how he and Even had met.” (Even has had a hopeless crush on Isak for months now, but has never been brave enough to talk to him. Luckily, Isak decides to make the first move by rescuing Even from unwanted attention at a party.)

They do not love (that do not show their love) by rumpelsnorcackSummary: “I thought about getting a fake, you know. A decoy boyfriend. But … I don’t really know anyone.” “You know me.” “I do know you, but I couldn’t ask that of you.” “Why not?” * Aka, the one where Even finds himself in need of a fake boyfriend and Isak offers to help.

Runaway Boyfriend by stories_and_dreamsSummary: Stuck in an airport and trying to get back home to his friends’ wedding, Isak Valtersen is surprised to run into a former classmate from his old school back in Norway. Even Bech Naesheim. They barely know each other, and somehow, before he knows it, Even becomes his “pretend boyfriend” for the weekend wedding. They end up having a great time together but when the weekend’s over so is their relationship, right? Destiny has a different plan, as they keep running into each other again… and again…and again. Will they ever become real boyfriends and stop running from each other?

Let‘s Pretend by wematchSummary: fake dating!au; Isak has been trying to get rid of Emma for weeks, luckily for him Even has a plan.    

–A

#answered #anonymous #fake dating au

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The Kid of Mars – Chapter 65 -I’ll live my life

Seven a.m. and Catherine was awake by the sound of Jared’s alarm. She immediately felt him standing up, it was the time to give little Ricky his med. It has been the ritual of every morning since the kid returned home. The control freak hadn’t gone away and every single recommendation the doctor made, was being strictly followed. In fact Catherine believed he was exaggerating the recommendations since the boy hadn’t left the house once except for the trips to the doctor. However Ricky was Jared’s son, he certainly knew what the best was for him “Are you returning to bed?” She asked him before he left to the bathroom. “I’m sorry babe. I have some work to do. You know that I’ll have to take Ricky to the doctor in the afternoon.” He kissed her on the head. “But you can stay as long as you wish.”

“I will also get up don’t worry. I don’t want to have my boss complaining because I’m late to work.” She answered forcing a smile in the process. In addition to all the worries regarding Ricky, Jared was also trying to catch up with the work he neglected while Ricky was at the hospital so between everything they barely spent time alone. And when they did Jared was essentially showing concern towards her pregnancy. Basically she was feeling like the last priority in his life.

When Catherine walked to the kitchen, half an hour later, Ricky was having breakfast. Some healthy cereal mix that she couldn’t really figure out but that she decide to eat in sympathy to the boy. “Where is your dad?” She asked the child. “Making some phone call.” The boy replied as he chewed his meal. “When will I stop being sick?” He asked after a few moments of silence. “I wouldn’t say you are still sick. Just recovering.” Catherine tried to answer in the best way she could. “Then why can’t I go outside?” Ricky protested. “My dad keeps acting like I’m still at the hospital.”

“Come here sweety.” Catherine pushed him to her lap. “Your dad loves you so, so, so much that he’s doing everything he can to help you getting better.” She tried to comfort the little guy. “You’ll see everything will come back to normal.”

“I don’t think so. For my dad I’ll be forever a sick boy.” She lacked the words to answer that.

A couple of hours later Catherine was working at her office when she heard Jared steps approaching. “Do you want to come with us to the hospital?” He invited. That was the first time he talked to her since morning. “No thank you. You’re not the only person busy with work.” She answered him in a very sharp tone. “What’s wrong Catherine?” He asked, finally realizing that she was not satisfied. “What I’ve done wrong?”

“Do you really want me to speak?” She angrily replied. Jared just nodded. “Well I’m tired of being left behind, you barely spoke to me in the last couple of months and we’re barely together anymore.”

“You are well aware that I have tons of responsibilities. Ricky needs me more than ever. I can’t just leave him” He was also starting to raise his voice. “And you can’t accuse me of not being worried about you or the baby.”

“That’s the point. All you do is being worried. You’re always so concerned about everything else that you forget that I need other… other kinds of attention.” Catherine was a mix of anger and tears. “And I’m not just talking about me, neither about the baby. Ricky needs you, needs all of us. Of course he does and don’t you dare to say that I’m suggesting anything else. But he needs to know that he’s not just a disease in your eyes.” She wasn’t holding back her thoughts any longer. “He needs to feel like a little boy who is slowly getting his life back and not as a prisoner. You have to allow him to start living his life.” Jared heard all of that without even daring to open his mouth and just reacted when saw her violently standing up and leaving the office. “You can’t just run away like this we have to end this conversation.” He also screamed.

He was getting ready to run after her when realized Ricky and Shannon had witnessed all that mess. The boy was crying on his uncle’s neck, making Jared stop and take a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m sorry little man, you shouldn’t have listened to this.” He apologized as he took the boy from Shannon’s arms. “This is my fault isn’t it? Catherine is mad because you’re always taking care of me.” The little one asked between tears. “Of course not. She’s just upset I guess.” Jared tried to answer. But even he was having some trouble in understanding that outburst. “And here your dad lacks some skills to deal with pregnant woman.” Shannon also spoke. “Is she mad because she’s pregnant?” Ricky seemed confused. “She’s a little bit over sensitive.” Jared decided to say “But it’s my fault too. I haven’t been treating her the way she deserves.”

“If you’re the one who screwed up then you have to apologize.” The child replied as it was the most obvious thing on earth. “Yes bro, here the little man is right” Shannon agreed with his. “Why don’t you take her on romantic date tonight and apologize in the good old way?” He winked at his brother. “Be careful about what you say.” Jared warned, his cheeks in a funny shade of red. “Ricky buddy, go grab you jacket. We’re already late.”

“Aren’t you going to apologize to Catherine?” He asked before obeying. “I promise I’ll do it later, you don’t have to be worried. Now hurry up.” Ricky smiled at him and did as his dad told.

“I wasn’t joking man. You really have to talk and make it up.” Shannon insisted the moment the boy disappeared. “What about Ricky? Mom isn’t here this weekend to look after him.” Despite his words he had to admit his brother was right. “I can look after the little version of you for a night or two” The older sibling suggested. “I know what he can eat, the med he has to take and all that stuff. You can trust me Jay.”

“I know Shannon, let me return from the doctor and maybe I’ll accept your offer.” To Shannon’s surprise, his little brother was really considering his suggestion. “Meanwhile can you please stay here and make sure Catherine’s ok? I don’t want her to do anything stupid…”

“She won’t, I thought you knew her better. But you don’t need to worry, I’ll stay here until you arrive.” Shannon promised. Jared was aware the he shouldn’t leave without solving things but he couldn’t miss his son’s appointment. However with Shannon’s guarantee he felt a little bit more tranquilized.

The procedures at the doctor were relatively quick. Ricky had already done all the exams and was dressing backs his clothes with the help of his dad when the doctor entered the office. “Am I ok?” The little one immediately asked. He already knew step by step how those appointments worked. At the same time Jared searched for any negative sign in the doctor’s expression. Those moments were always of pure fear and apprehensiveness to him, he had no idea of what he would do if the exams’ results weren’t the ones he expected. “Everything good.” The doctor answered as he smiled to his little patient and offered his hand to a high five.  A joyful Ricky immediately complimented him as his dad sighed in relief. “All the lab values are according to what we expected, the MRI is clean… Richard’s still in remission so we can all relax for now.” He said, that time speaking to Jared. “My boy is a tough little man.” He replied, kissing his son’s head. They could already spot some hair growing its way back. “Will you do any change in the treatment?”

“We’ll keep going with the actual one for now.” The doctor kindly answered. “Richard will keep taking the oral medication every day at home and come here once a week for the Intravenous. Do you have any more questions?”

“I have some.” Ricky unexpectedly asked, surprising both his father and the doctor. “Well, that’s one of the reasons I am here for. I don’t want to leave one of my favorite little patients with doubts on his mind.” The doctor gave the kid an encouraging smile. “I just want to know when I will be able to eat normal food and to leave my house.” Those questions completely crushed Jared. They made him realize that the words that he heard from Catherine earlier weren’t as exaggerated as he initially decided to believe. “Well… A healthy and diversified diet is important to everyone.” His doctor started. “But can I eat pizza and ice-creams?” The child went straight to the point. “Your body needs some extra care right now to recover his strength. You already know that the treatments you’ve done and are still doing are very aggressive. They have to be so they can kill all the bad cells.” The doctor patiently answered, always with a warm smile. “They are so aggressive that they hurt the healthy ones too, but the food you eat is important to recover the good cells. However I would say that some pizza in special occasions and an ice cream once in a while won’t do any harm.” He finally said what Ricky wanted to hear. “I told you dad.” Jared saw Ricky presenting him with his own cocky smile. He felt like he was looking at a mirror. “Can I go to school already?” He turned his attention back to his doctor. “I thought I was doing what was the best for him.” Jared admitted, before the doctor had a chance to reply. “I don’t want him to get sick while his immune system is still down, so I’ve been keeping him at home but it’s seems like he’s getting bored.” He seemed a little bit guilty as he said so. “You did nothing wrong.” The doctor assured. “It’s important to avoid infections, even a cold could turn out to be problematic. Going to school is still too risky but it’s already time to start going outside as long as it’s not to very crowded places.”

After all the questions they finally left the office. Ricky thought they would drive straight to home as they always did but got surprised when saw himself in another road. “Where are we going?” The child asked in confusion. “You wanted an ice cream didn’t you?” Jared casually replied as it was the most natural thing ever. He had promised himself at the doctor’s office that he would make an effort to be a little bit more flexible. “Are you speaking for real?” Jared had to smile when he saw the joy the idea of an ice cream brought to the kid. In a couple of minutes they were sat at the shop, Ricky trying to eat an ice cream almost as big as himself. “Would you mind staying with uncle Shannon tonight so I can go have dinner with Catherine and apologize to her?” He asked his boy, even though he already knew the answer. “Of course not. We’ll play video games and eat pizza…” The child started but his dad interrupted “Hey, hey, hey. Let’s take it easy. We already ate ice cream today.” Jared tried to be reasonable. “But it’s a special day daddy. I promise it’s just today.” He looked at his dad with the puppy eyes Jared just couldn’t say no to. “Fine, but just the pizza. No refrigerants, no candies, you’ll go to the bed at your regular hour.” The boy stood up from his chair and ran to hug and kiss his dad “You’re getting my face full of chocolate.” He playfully complained, however didn’t really mind. Seeing the boy happy was all he wanted. “Hurry up eating that thing while I call Uncle Shannon.” It was time for everybody to start living their lives.

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