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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 2) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; smut (don’t recommend -18 to read)

Word count: 1.5k

Read part 1 here

Author’s note: Hey guys! Part 2 is out... I'd recommend listening to one of these slowed/reverb playlists while reading it. if you know what I mean.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here with him? I think as I’m watching him wobbling.

The streets are getting darker as we walk out of the city centre. Only a few lamp posts on the sides of the pavement allow me to see his shadowy face. The streets are so quiet. My ears are still not used to this sudden switch to total silence. As I can’t hear my own footsteps, nor feel my feet, it becomes harder and harder to walk straight.

I stumble. I bump against a wall and stop for a few seconds to rest my aching head. My eyes are squeezed.

“Are you alright?” Tom asks when he notices I’m not next to him anymore. He approaches and firmly holds my arm.

I try to keep my eyes shut but he’s so close to me I feel nervous and keep opening them to make sure I’m not dreaming.

He glances around and raises his brows. “How far are we?”

“Far” is all I manage to say as I examine his facial features. I can only see his side profile and it’s enough for me to lose my mind. I’m mesmerised by his beautiful straight nose, his sharp jawline, and his wavy chocolate hair.

He glances at me.

Eye-contact.

I look away. I’m anxious. I’m intimidated. I’m overwhelmed. And I’m drunk above all. And I want to kiss him, but I know it’s only going to end up badly if I do so.

I discretely glance up, making sure I’m avoiding eye contact. He’s still watching me.

He’s so close to my face. His warm, beer-scented breath caresses my skin. I’m shivering.

“Let’s go” I whisper.

He smirks.

We keep walking next to each other. I make sure to keep a distance from him. For security.

He’s not as drunk as I am. And even though he seems adorable, I can’t truly trust him. Or that’s what I say not to admit I’m really attracted to this man.

For the first time since we met, he checks his phone. The screen is so bright it burns my eyes. I feel a certain dizziness in my body. My hands become numb.

Tom frowns his eyebrows as he reduces the brightness of his phone screen. He opens and closes apps. I can see the blue colour of text messages on his iPhone.

I’m insanely curious. I can’t read anything, but I stare at his screen.

Who is he texting?

He peers at me. I startle and look down instantly. I’m ashamed. I hope he didn’t notice I was watching his phone. I don’t want him to think I’m trying to invade his privacy.

“I wasn’t looking—just the brightness of the screen—I don’t know.” I babble.

He doesn’t react. He keeps reading his text messages and taps on his phone.

I messed up.

We keep walking silently until we reach my apartment. His attention’s been on his phone all the time. Disappointment is rushing through my body like a thrill as I prepare to say goodbye.

I don’t want to.

But I have to.

I stop walking to show him we’ve arrived. He turns his phone off and looks at the old building. His thoughts are transiting from whatever conversation he had with his friends/girlfriends or whoever – I don’t care – to the realisation that our paths are parting.

This moment has lasted for only one second, but my thoughts are going crazy. I think of all the possible outcomes. Of all the romantic movies I watched when I was younger. Of all the ideas I had on the road. At this particular moment, I am aware it was all just a dream. He’s just being nice with me.

I’ve known him for a couple of hours. We’ve only exchanged a few words, but I am deeply sad. I try to think of any excuse to make him come inside and spend the rest of the night together. But none of them are reasonable.

Get with it.

I glance at him. He’s watching me, waiting for a signal. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even blink.

“That’s where I live” I say as I’m going through my purse to find my keys. I’ve found them immediately, but I just pretend a little longer to give him the chance to say something.

He doesn’t.

I sigh. “Thank you for walking me home,” I grin while holding my tears, hoping he doesn’t notice I’m devastated. “Is it going to be okay to go back home on your own?”

He peers down at his phone one last time. “Yeah, it’ll be alright . . .”

That’s it. I’ve drawn on all my ideas. I can’t keep on trying. I’ve got to let him go.

“Good night . . .” I whisper as I put the key in the lock. I try my best not to look back.

Pathetic.

As a tear drops from my eye, I come to the sudden realisation none of this is real. I am so drunk my emotions are raw. But none of them are genuine. I didn’t even know him a few hours ago. The next morning I’ll have a laugh when I think of the whole situation.

I feel a little better.

“I’m sorry!” Tom shouts before I close the door behind me. I watch him through the gap. He comes to me with a grin on his face. “You’re fun, I like you.”

My eyes are wide open. I don’t know what to say. I stutter.

“I like to keep my circle close though. I hope you understand”

I nod.

What he just said is breaking my heart. It feels like I am the problem. Like I am not enough. Everything I’ve been trying to forget from my previous relationships is resurging in my mind.

I start crying.

My ex-boyfriend left me for someone else. He cheated on me. He disrespected me in every way that’s possible. He made me feel miserable for being who I am.

And even though it isn’t Tom’s intention, I feel the same.

“No, no, no!” he grabs my face in the palm of his hands and brings my face closer to his. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

I don’t understand anything.

“I really like you,” he added as he glanced at each one of my eyes and my lips and my hair and my eyes again “we’ve only just met.”

I nod. “It’s okay” I whisper as smoothly as possible.

I’m not okay.

“I mean—You know who I am . . .” he glances around as if we were being watched “That’s too big a risk.”

I nod, again.

I still don’t understand anything.

Anxiety and shame rush together through my body, from my core to the tip of my fingers. I’m feeling so bad.

I should’ve stayed with my boring date.

“Yeah, it’s alright” I whisper facing down.

He raises his eyebrows. I can’t look at him in his eyes, but I can feel he’s surprised by my reaction.

What did he expect?

“Just—Make sure you’re safe on your way home” I add.

This is my goodbye though I’m not entirely sure he understands.

His face shifts. He’s intensely watching the bottom of my face. His lips are moving as if he were trying to say something but silently stutters.

I’m not sure I want to hear another reason why he can’t be with me.

I glance at him. He doesn’t move.

We’ve stayed at my doorstep for way too long now. It’s getting awkward. It’s better to call it a night and just pretend like I never hoped for more than this.

I try to close the door but stumble. Even though I’m sobering up, I’m still feeling dizzy.

“Let me walk you to your apartment” Tom says.

I nod. I can’t do anything else.

There is no elevator in my building. Luckily, my apartment is on the second floor.

Tom is holding my shoulder as I step in the staircase. He doesn’t say a word.

I’m so anxious I can’t stop thinking about all the inconsistencies in his behaviour. Why would he come with me here? It’s quite risky. Paparazzies are going to think he’s getting lucky tonight. I thought he was avoiding this . . .

I’m now in front of my apartment door, completely out of breath.

“Thanks, Tom” I whisper.

At this moment, I know it’s the last time I’ll ever see him. I feel it in my bones. I feel regret, hopelessness, dizziness, desire, tension . . .

Stop.

I unlock the door, open it and exhale. Excitement has left my body.

I look at him one last time.

He’s gorgeous.

I’m trying to remember his features for as long as possible. And I don’t realise I’ve been looking at him for a little too long until—

“Fuck” he whispers as he rushes in my apartment, grabs my neck, and pushes me against the wall. He uses his leg to slam the door shut.

I’m speechless.

He kisses me on my lips. A long, hard kiss.

It’s so dark in the room, I can only see his silhouette. And his hair falling on his face. I smell his cologne too. It’s divine.

He kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder through my dress that seems to be bothering him.

His lips are so soft, it feels like velvet wrapping my skin. It’s intense. He grabs my hair and kisses me one more time, his fingers caressing my skin.

I feel the goosebumps on his skin. I hear his heart racing in his chest. He’s panting. He doesn’t look the same anymore.

The room is silent, I can only hear him breathing. He keeps kissing me and becomes more and more brutal. It feels so good I accidentally moan.

Tom grunts. He looks at me and smirks.

“I just want you”

(Part 3 soon)

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #Tom Holland smut #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland fiction #fan fiction #fanfic

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glytchfic · 3 years

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We started as a spark. PART 2.

David Dastmalchian x Fem!Reader

Bonjour! There goes Part 2, it’s a bit longer than Part 1. Look, i was truly inspired, okay? Anyway, i’m letting you guys decide which Tom is it, it’s up to you - wink wink -. And I’ve decided to change the name of the story, it’s still from the same song but i thought it was more fitting.

Special thanks to everyone who’s reading me, i really appreciate it. Comments, complaints, the usual!

PS: Since i’m pretty new to the whole Tumblr thing, can anyone explain to me how am i suppose to do a ‘read more’ option on my post so people who doesn’t want to read it don’t have to scroll for so long? lol, i feel stupidddddd.

Enjoy!

Rating: 18+

Warnings: slow burn, foul language, flirting, sexual tension, drinking, brief mention of marital problems.

Inspired by the song False Alarm by Matoma and Becky Hills.

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‘How about this one?’

‘You are not gonna get laid in this one, trust me.’ my friend tells me.

‘What if, and it might sound totally crazy, I don’t wanna get laid?’ I say, amused.

‘At a wedding? Bullshit.’

I laugh a bit and go back to my cabin to change again. I look at all the possibilities in front of me, pink puffy dress, green silk dress and a white dress. I scowl looking at the white dress. As if I would wear that to someone else’s wedding. I draw the curtains of the cabin, only in my underwear, and look at Alica.

‘I’m desperate. For the love of God, find me something.’ I whine.

‘Why do you care so much about this wedding anyway?’ she says as she browses through a bunch of dresses behind her.

‘David will be there.’

‘The guy who looks like a serial killer?’

‘He does not -’ I begin, walking towards her, ‘he’s a sweet guy.’

‘And he’s married.’ she states.

‘Yes, he is.’ I mutter.

After a long silence, she gently slaps me on my arm, ‘Oh my god! Are you serious? I thought you didn’t sleep with married men!’

‘I don’t!’ I defend myself, ‘I just – I don’t know. I wanna be smoking hot at Sean’s wedding and the fact that David is there might or might not have a direct link to my desperate search for the perfect dress. We might never know.’ I say with a bit of sarcasm.

‘Sweetie,’ she puts her hands on my shoulders, ‘I’m sure he’s a fantastic guy, but don’t get too hyped about him. You’re gonna get yourself hurt.’ she says in a gentle tone.

‘I -’ I stammer, ‘Look, it’s just a dumb crush. I’ll be over it after a new one-night stand.’

‘Are you sure?’ she questions me.

‘Sure. I mean, yeah, I’d climb this guy like a fucking tree -’

‘You’re unbelievable.’ she cuts me off.

‘Buuuuuut -’ I motion to her to let me finish, ‘I can’t, and I won’t. I honestly think David and I can be good friends. Whether you believe me or not, I really do think that.’ I reassure her.

‘I do believe you, but please, just be careful. I’m telling you this because I care about you.’ she says while putting a strand of my hair behind my ear.

‘I know and if you were in my shoes, I would be telling you the same thing.’ I smile at her.

‘I know.’ she smiles back.

I hesitate a few seconds, ‘So anyway, as I was saying: like a fucking tree -’ I joke and start laughing.

‘Oh my god!’ she throws a black dress at my face, ‘go try this one. Hopefully, it’ll help you get some.’

Car keys in hands, I lock my car and walk toward the ceremony. I put my keys in my purse and see I have a text message from Alica wishing me good luck for the evening and all. I text back a simple ‘Thanks, love you xx’ and I put in back in my purse. I stop in front of the door, and I observe my surroundings. I see a few faces I recognize, and they wave at me. I wave back and smile at them. This event won’t be that bad. I’ll probably run into lots of people I know – from the industry – that I haven’t seen in a long time. Good opportunity to catch up.

‘Wow! You look beautiful!’

I hear a familiar voice and turn around. I see Daniela – Melchior, aka Ratcatcher 2 – trotting towards me. She opens her arms; I do the same and we hug each other more tightly than I thought we would. I really do enjoy Daniela’s presence, but she lives in Portugal and only come to the USA from time to time for the pre-production of the film so I haven’t had the chance to get to know her as much as I would have liked.

‘I didn’t think you would be here!’ I say, surprised.

‘Me neither, but James convinced Warner Bros to pay for my plane ticket and told them it was work related.’ she says, excited.

I laugh, ‘Of course he did that.’

I’ve known James for years and I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t arranged for Daniela to be here for his brother’s wedding. James is always like that; he wants to create a sense of family with his crew, and no one is left behind.

‘I’m so nervous.’ Daniela says quietly.

‘How come?’

‘I don’t know anyone here except for the Suicide Squad gang.’ she muttered, looking down.

‘Hey, gotta start somewhere, right?’ I gently put my hand under her chin, and I slowly raise her head. ‘don’t worry about anything, we got you.’ I wink at her, and a beautiful smile appears on her face.

‘Thanks.’

Daniela is, by far, the youngest of the group. She’s barely 23 years old, she’s from Portugal, English is not her first language, and The Suicide Squad is her first big international role. I remember the first time I saw her, she looked so intimidated being surrounded by all of us, but she’s learning so fast and I can’t wait to see what she’ll give us once we’re on set.

‘Let’s go, it’ll probably starts soon.’ I wrap a protective arm around her, and we walk through the front door.

‘I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!’ the priest exclaims.

Sean grabs Nathasha – now officially his wife – by her waist and they kiss each other passionately. Everyone stands up and applauds to congratulate the newly married couple. Daniela grabs my arm, all excited by Sean and Nathasha walking down the aisle. I look at them, a huge smile on my face, and something – someone – caught my attention in the background.

‘What are you looking at?’ Daniela questions me, ‘hey look, David is over there!’ she says pointing in his direction.

Oh, poor child, if only you knew. Everyone starts following the married couple down the aisle and Daniela gently grabs my hand so we can’t get separated. Walking through this crown of Sean and Nathasha’s friends, Daniela and I find the exit and get there just in time to see the newly married couple leaving the place to go to the reception. I smile as I look at the car disappearing from my sight, I turn around towards Daniela and I freeze, my smile slowly fading away.

‘What’s the matter?’ Daniela asks, worried.

She follows my gaze and sees what I was looking at. David walking towards us, hand in hand with his – I assume – his wife. He waves at us and Daniela waves back at him while I’m still not moving. This shouldn’t be a surprise really. It makes perfect sense that he’s at a wedding ceremony with his wife and – fucking hell – she's pretty.

‘Hi, I’m Evelyn!’ she says with enthusiasm.

And she seems so nice. And has a good vibe. And they look like a great couple. And – fuck – I feel horrible for all the thoughts I’ve had – and still have – about her husband in the last two months. Daniela, still holding my hand, looks between me and her a few times and squeezes my hand a bit as if she was comforting me. I can hear them make small talk about the wedding and all, but I’m not paying attention. I see David trying to catch my gaze, but every time I either look at Daniela or his wife. I feel like such a spoiled brat, I shouldn’t be affected that much by this. I don’t want to marry him goddamn it, I just wanna – but I won’t - have sex with him. It’s just an attraction. A deep, intense and consuming attraction, but still an attraction, nonetheless. Why am I like this?

‘Are you okay?’ Daniela asks, still worried.

I don’t answer as I look David and his wife walking towards their car, probably on their way to the ceremony. Daniela put her other hand on my back and hugs me a little.

‘I know what it feels like.’ she simply whispers close to my ear.

‘What do you mean?’ I mutter, getting back to reality.

‘I have been there before. It will be fine, trust me.’ she hugs me a bit tighter.

I turn my head towards her, and she gives me a warm smile.

‘Is it really that obvious?’

She laughs, ‘Come on, we have to go.’

Fuck, she knows.

Drink in hand, I’m on the dance floor with Daniela and we’re giving everything we have. Screaming the lyrics to the Icona Pop song ‘All Night’, she takes my free hand, and we start spinning, laughing and stumbling around. The last note of the song echoed on the dance floor, and I look at Daniela, out of breath.

‘How long have we been here? Jesus.’ I say catching my breath.

‘Long enough for this guy at the bar to completely undress you with his eyes.’ she subtly points me the direction with her chin.

I turn around to see the handsome stranger and I chuckle a bit. It’s no stranger, I know this guy. I look at Daniela as I finish my drink, I put it on the table next to us and I wink at her before leaving.

‘Hey Tom.’ I say seductively.

‘Good evening, gorgeous.’ He flirts back in his English accent.

Tom and I aren’t at our first ride together. We have history together, nothing serious really, but we do appreciate each other a lot. And he’s a good fuck, there I said it. For what feels like hours – who knows how long – we catch up, flirt, have a few drinks, hands wandering here and there. I feel myself getting more and more tipsy as the minute goes by. As Tom was whispering sweet nothings in my ear, something else caught my attention a bit far away. David and his wife, talking. They both move their hands a lot. Oh. I’m an idiot. They’re arguing. Not the ‘imma-scream-and-make-a-scene’ type of argument, but you can clearly see something is going on. After a few minutes, they both seem to have calm down. David put his hand on Evelyn’s hips and tries to kiss her, but she turns her head away, kissing her cheek instead. She gives him a weak smile and leaves. David sighs, rubs his forehead and walks towards the bar.

‘Tom, could you give me a moment, please? I think my friend’s not feeling good.’ I say, worried.

‘Of course, darling.’

I get up and finally realize that I’m a bit more drunk that I thought I was, but nothing too crazy. I’ve seen worse, way much worse. I stabilize myself and walk towards the other bar where David was sitting all by himself, leaning his forehead against the palm of his left hand as the other was mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

‘What is a handsome place like this doing in a man like you?’ I say, thinking I’m incredibly funny.

He turns around to look at me, a weak smile on his lips.

‘That was dumb as fuck, I’m sorry. Can -’ I sit down next to him, ‘can I buy you a drink or something?’

‘That’s very nice of you, but I don’t drink.’ He simply says.

‘Oh.’

I look around, a bit awkward. Even though there’s loud music playing permanently, it feels like there’s a heavy silence between us. I decide to stay right next to him and I start scrolling on my phone too.

‘You don’t have to do this, you know.’ He mutters.

‘Oh, I insist! S’cuse me, sir -’ the barman turns towards me, ‘can I have two glasses of water pretty please?’ the barman nods.

‘You’re unstoppable, aren’t you?’ Another weak smile appears on his lips.

‘Always. So -’ the barman puts down the glasses in front of us, ‘you wanna talk about it?’ I risk myself.

‘Not really, actually.’ He sighs.

‘It’s perfectly fine! So, hmm, ah yes! I watched this horror movie the other day, I’m sure you would have love it! There’s this girl, y’know? She slept with a guy she went on a movie date with. After their sexy time this asshole fucking drugs her with – what's it called – that liquid they use on washcloths in movie to make people fall asleep and kidnap them?’

‘Chloroform.’ He chuckles.

‘This! Yes! So anyway, she falls asleep and when she wakes up, she’s tied up on a chair! And then there’s this weird looking naked woman walking towards the girl and turns out this woman is actually a ghost now chasing the girl and the guy slept with her because you can pass this ghost curse through sex. Can you fucking believe that?’

‘I cannot believe it.’ He says, clearly amused.

‘Does it make sense? Should I stop? Sorry, I’ve been drinking tonight.’ I say, a bit embarrassed.

‘No, no! Please, tell me more.’

And I keep babbling about the movie It Follows and as I go, I realize that most of the things I say don’t make any sense at all, but as long as David keeps smiling and laughing, I’ll just keep going. At one point of the story, he bursts out laughing which makes me smile so much that my jaw is almost hurting.

‘There it is. That smile.’ I simply say.

Hu blushes, ‘Thanks.’

We look at each other for a few seconds and I motion him to drink water, which he does. I do the same and I almost choke on my water when I hear ‘Dance With Me Tonight’ by Olly Murs starts playing. I put down my glass and take David by the arm with enthusiasm.

��That’s my song, come on David!’ I pull on his arm.

He laughs and I can feel him letting himself go. He follows me on the dance floor, and I start dancing, encouraging him. He looks around, with a small smile on his lips and he looks back at me, rubbing his neck with his hand. I reach out to him, and he grabs my hands. Laughing and moving around, we can’t stop looking at each other as we’re having the time of our life. I suddenly stop when I feel a hand – not David’s - on my shoulder.

‘I was looking everywhere for you, darling.’ he says slipping his hand down my back, ‘I’m Tom.’ he stares at my partner.

‘David.’ he simply answers.

‘I’m going back to my place, darling. Care to join me?’ he gets closer to me.

Still holding David’s hand, I look between him and Tom, unsure of myself. I glance at David who gives me a reassuring smile. I know he wouldn’t be mad at me. I mean, I do wanna get laid. But.

‘Sorry, Tom. I’m staying.’ I say confidently as I feel David’s hands gently squeezing mine.

‘Oh, I see.’ he bends towards me and kiss me on the temple, ‘call me, okay?’

I nod and watch him leave the place. I exhale deeply and turn back towards David who has a cheeky smile on his face. He rubs my hand a little bit with his thumbs, and he laughs.

‘Did I just cock-blocked you?’

‘I think you did.’ I laugh back.

He hesitates, ‘It’s not too late if you want to join him.’ he says looking in the direction Tom left.

‘No! I -’ I cut him off, ‘I’d rather stay here.’ I say under my breath.

He smiles, ‘Where were we?’ he starts dancing again.

Quoting our favorite movies, David and I are walking down my street. I would be lying if I said I was still drunk, I’m not. I haven’t had a drink since I went to see David at the bar, but I don’t feel like I need the effect of alcohol to enjoy myself right at this moment.

‘You didn’t have to walk me home, y’know?’ I shiver.

‘I know, but I wanted to.’ hey says as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders.

I blush and look down at my feet. We walk down the rest of the street in a comfortable silence and I’m here, wondering what would happen next if he wasn’t married. I push those thoughts away as I see my apartment complex in front of me.

‘Home sweet home.’ I sigh, not wanting this night to ever end.

‘Home sweet home, indeed.’ he replies, ‘look,’ he hesitates a few seconds, ‘thank you for tonight. I truly mean it.’ he says with a warm smile.

I feel my heart beating faster, ‘Anything for you, David.’

He looks down, bites his lips and looks back at me, ‘I forgot to tell you,’ he gets closer, ‘you looked lovely tonight.’ he gently takes back his jacket from my shoulders.

I catch my breath, ‘Thanks.’

‘Sweet dreams.’ he whispers.

‘Good night.’ I whisper back and he smiles.

He turns around and starts walking again. I look at him for a few seconds before I enter my apartment complex with a sigh of – I don’t know – frustration or relief, I wouldn’t be able to say which one.

‘Are you okay, miss?’ Alexander, the night shift lobbyist, asks me.

‘Yes, I’m fine.’

No, Alexander, I’m not fine. My core is throbbing, my heart is racing, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this fucking horny.

#we started as a spark #part 2 #david dastmalchian x reader #david dastmalchian #abner krill x reader #polka dot man x reader

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Anguish and Angst

ANGUISH AND ANGST FICS - Ready for some tear jerkers? Not-so-sweet dreams are made of these fics, so get your tissues and comfort blanket ready.

🖐 WARNING: NSFW + anxiety inducing content beneath the cut 🖐

Break-ups & Heartbreak

@emyearns probably knows exactly what my first breakup looked like, because.. *ugly cries*. Get your tissues ready for Ghost Of You. [Mike x reader]

August sees the one who got away in No More Tears by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC] - And I love-love-love that this is written from August’s POV! ❤️

Wearing a man’s sweater gets a whole different meaning after reading this heartbreaking fic by @emyearns. Coffee and Ink [Walter x OFC]

Ready for some songfic breakup sadness? #11 Captain Sy by @onlyhenrys [Syverson x reader]

Unrequited Love

Sy’s being a fool and he realises it too late. Soldier On by me. [Syverson x reader]

Henry’s a dick in this one. And you simply had Enough of always being there at the ready as his best friend. By @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Would you walk out that door? This angsty prompt’s got you all kinds of frustrated. By @onlyhenrys

I wasn’t sure whether to place this here. But a child’s love is love too. Geralt secretly watches a family have a picnic and the kid is apparently not afraid of monsters. Highway to Hell by @wendimydarling [Geralt of Rivia]

Let’s take a little bit of a breather with a mildly angsty, but mostly very fluffy fic of friends-taking-way-too-fucking-long-to-become-lovers. Stolen Kisses by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x OFC]

This fic is probably the pinnacle of unrequited love; it’s got slow-burn, angst-turns-fluff-in-the-end and Henry being an utter fool in the love department. (Ps. I haven’t completely caught up with this fic, so NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS DAMNIT!) Chances by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Nightmares & PTSD

If you want angsty dreams followed by hot, craving smut; Stay and read this fic. By me [Henry Cavill x reader]

Waking up in a hospital bed with a strange man beside you. It’s a setup I wish was a full length fic, but alas..Short but mighty. Emotion challenge - Anxious by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall + reader]

Nightmares wake August, but you're there to guard him when the storms outside and in get too dark. Prompt with August by @onlyhenrys [August Walker x reader]

More nightmares are kept at bay in this gorgeous little fic by @littlefreya. Angel Can You Hold Me [August Walker x OFC]

More nightmare-having bulky dudes? Marshall’s life isn’t all roses and sunshine, even when he’s caught a pretty thing in his bed. Can’t You Stay A Little Longer by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall x reader]

The more cutting the hurt of your past, the harder it is to open up to new people. Henry has walked on eggshells, but now finally wants to know what’s up. And if words can’t form on lips, perhaps they can..on fingertips. Please Don’t Leave Me by @wendimydarling [Henry Cavill x reader]

It’s a Hard Knock Life

I can’t be the only LotR-nerd who got elf!Geralt vibes when watching the Witcher. So let me give you some impossible love, anguish and Middle Earth hardships in When In Dreams [elf!Geralt x human!OFC]

You’re not sure whether Charles will return, so the last few hours with him are Sad indeed. By @onlyhenrys [Charles Brandon x reader]

We’re all having a hard knock life with the pandemic going on. So let Marshall give you some sweet care in Pandemic Anxieties by @promptandpros [Walter Marshall x reader]

Between the lines of smoking hot Superman sex, you’ll feel bad for him. Because as morning comes, life goes on. Alone. On the road. Where he hopes he’ll find yet another hot shower and a bed for the night. Convenience by @wendimydarling [Clark Kent x OFC]

Had a bad day? Henry will give you clear instructions on how to relax in: Your Voice by @peachyvulpixie [Henry Cavill x reader]

You play with the locket to your heart when Walter returns, gunpowder in the air. Despite your anniversary and all things good, you just know something’s up with him. Unnamed Marshall piece by @writernerd23 [Walter Marshall x reader]

Falling Again follows struggling AU!Henry dad as the bills keep piling and life just won’t feel the way it did when his wife was still around. By @deathonyourtongue [AU!Henry Cavill]

Depression & Body Consciousness

Depression is a bitch, but Henry isn’t. When Words Fail, he’s there. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Failing to conceive is painful, terrible, heartbreaking. And unfortunately not even the big bear can’t make it better. Feeling Challenge: Sad by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

More conceiving sadness is there in Negative, by @oddduckthatgirl -- some Christmasses just truly suck. [Henry Cavill x reader]

The loss of your husband still crushes you and his best friend, Syverson, even a year after his passing. Get your tissues ready, because this is one big ol’ tearjerker; A Soldier’s Heart by @onlyhenrys [late husband x reader + Captain Syverson]

You feel like the new life within you is the last thing Napoleon wants in his life. A Mistake by @coloraturadiva [Napoleon Solo x reader]

Good love is accepting that change is part of life. And loving one-self is often the hardest, especially when those changes seem to pry you apart from Henry. Comfort by @promptandpros [Henry Cavill x reader]

An insecure woman meets a man in the club. But this man’s not like the others, not one bit. Unexpected by @nuggsmum [August Walker x OFC]

Sometimes even burrito blankets can’t give you comfort. Nor your favourite show, nor anything really. Depression truly is a bitch, especially when Henry’s away. Stuck In Your Head by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Henry Cavill x reader]

Faye’s text messages in this fic still crack me up every time, though they sure make for a stark contrast to the burned latkes and big tear fest -- it’s a good thing Marshall is a big fluffy care bear. The Great Jewish Cook-off by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Walter Marshall x reader]

Corruption & Death

Walking on woodland trails you find something naive to Corrupt. By @emyearns. [angel!Mike x reader]

August has died many deaths, but still he craves One More Time - just so he can be with her. By @thetaoofzoe [August Walker x OFC]

Our great master of angst and death suffers, and makes the world suffer, once more. There Cannot Be Peace by @killjoy-assbutt-1112 [August Walker x reader]

Okay, so this one’s on AO3, but I’ve loved it ever since first reading it. Geralt hears of Jaskier’s death and realizes a thing or two as he tries to come to terms with it all. It’s Like I’ve Gone Off To The Coast by adhdbuck [Geralt + Jaskier]

Napoleon finds himself in a hospital, not sure what to feel as he waits for doctors to give him news. The News. Any news. Grief by @promptandpros [Napoleon Solo x OFC]

The king of corruption is defiling an angel without wings in Black Tears, by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC]

When death comes knocking, Geralt realises his annoying bard isn’t one he wants to lose. Did You Mean It by @thecomfortofoldstorries [Geralt x Jaskier]

Sometimes good things come to an end, but Henry just doesn’t want it. Not even when the doctors are losing hope. The Call: Irresistible You by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x OFC]

August Walker is the perfect kind of nightmare material. Especially in this terribly hot angsty smut piece by @hope-to-hell: Dream State [August Walker x reader]

This gorgeous impressionistic piece includes raspberry mousse, blood, scarred hands and August Walker. Into The Storm by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x OFC]

Need a little lift-me-up after all these tear jerkers? Short Sweets is a fic rec list with a bunch of completely innocent and utterly lovely fics which will keep the bad dreams at bay ❤️

If you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog!

( Fan art by me 😊)

#Wolfie's Fic Recs #angst #henry cavill fanfiction #clark kent #Henry Cavill fandom #august walker #Walter Marshall #geralt of rivia #grief #anxiety #depression

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fiendishpal · 3 years

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I feel like I come here for Osaaka fix and to find some SWMAGP support group!I think a bunch of people haven’t read it yet because it’s incomplete.I am quite surprised for myself too because it’s incomplete and it’s slow-burn and it makes it more enjoyable?! Idk. I love how Osa/Aka would definitely do what they did.

It’s how they’re both honest people, both characters that are not afraid of being heard but when it comes to going around on what they feel—they’re just not forward about it.

And the characterization is so them even as Volleyball players—we have Akaashi who is a setter that thinks, that would only give what he can or what he was asked for. Then we have Osamu a part of a duo who recklessly play around a very crucial match. That’s how they are on chapter 7, Akaashi goes for rationality, lays down what’s expected of him, and Osamu who just vacuumed his apartment because hey, why would he missed an opportunity of not bringing Akaashi home?!

I went crazy on this but there’s only a few people who actually reads this, I’m glad I can go over this with you even in anon! Thanks and sorry for going crazy! Have great day/night!!!

i love stay with me go places because i can tell how much care the author puts in their characterizations.

like how they refer dialogue from canon material and how akaashi and osamu speak, that really drew me in!

in all their core, they're both supports to their main characters. bokuto couldnt have grown the way he did without akaashi and atsumu couldnt have grown the way he did without osamu.

akaashi and osamu's experiences with their vaguely same experiences in high school is such a huge part of what they have in common. they play as how their counterparts play.

bokuto expects akaashi's 120% bc bokuto gives his 120% and osamu plays recklessy because atsumu plays recklessly so he has to be there where atsumu is bc he's not gonna lose against his brother.

they're supports. narrative foils to the big picture.

these experiences are things they can relate to with each other, that sort of thing.

so with that in mind, it would makes sense that they'd end up waiting on each other. volleying the ball from their side of the court to the other so it ends up with them dancing around each other.

but i've said this once and i'll say it again, if osamu and akaashi did not have any mutual friends or friends of friends, osamu would be much more forward but again that's just me

SO, they now know their feelings are mutual, they've already reached that point but now at match point, they suddenly dont see things eye to eye.

and as you said anon, in his good ol' fashioned akaashi way, he overthinks. and his "rational" conclusion is to not start the relationship to avoid the eventual fallout bc of the distance. i love the line he said, i think it was, we dont need anymore people to wait for in our lives or something like that????? idk but it was good

and with osamu, his answer to that is, why not try it out first? WHICH MAKES SENSE AKAASHI YOU FOOL. he presents his case on "why end it before even starting it?" which to osamu's line of thinking makes the most sense to him BC HE'S RIGHT, AKAASHI YOU DESERVE EACH OTHER LET HIM BEAT SOME SENSE INTO YOUR OVERTHINKING and when akaashi's "firm" on his decision he backs away. he's not pushy, that's atsumu's forte lmao

but what i love in this chapter was the kiss they had there. when osamu asked if he could kiss akaashi. i mean he wanted one from the very start of their "date" and he's gonna get one even tho it was a sad one cries and when akaashi kissed him, osamu ended it before it could get into something more bc he knooooows that would be it. if the kiss grew any deeper. if their lips touched a second longer he'd be FAR gone AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT I THINK HAHAHA. so he steps back. getting on akaashi's level.

AND I AM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

to those who haven't read it yet bc it's incomplete, look, i GET IT, i dont even know why I started it with the fic being inc BUT IM GLAD I DID!!!!!!!!!!!!

I FEEL MANY EMOTIONS WHILE READING IT IT'S GREAT LOOK AT THIS WALL OF TEXT I AM OBSESSED WITH THEM BC OF THIS FIC

ps. these are all my thoughts on overdrive and this is how I perceive them. you might see them differently and that's a-okay!

#how they were raised greatly affects how they express their emotions so we have straight forward and thinks out loud osamu #and akaashi overthinking his responses before he picks the best one for a particular situation #both different in how they express themselves but how they apply it is almost the same #wherein they think of the other person and their well-being bc well #that's how i see them handle situations with their counterparts #MAN LOOK AT THIS #AND I HAVENT EVEN GONE FULL ON META YET LMAO #i might be way off too i need to refer to the manga again #but yep this is how i see them and why i love them so much #fiend talks #anonymous #stay with me go places support group where ya'll at #let's think fluffy osaaka thoughts #long post

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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To Make a Power Couple (knj) | 03

Chapter 3 - Coincidences

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Summary- Do their dates ever go according to plan? Well, who knew watching George Clooney was such an aphrodisiac.

word count- 6.2k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- unwanted sexual advances (don’t worry, it’s not namjoon and it’s not overly discussed), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, dry humping, sex

a.n- okay so I wrote my first smut scene. AAAAH. I’m sorry if it’s not the best - I tried and realized I don’t know how to get into a guys headspace during sex lmfao 🙃 Namjoon is also a high-key cheeseball and God of Destruction strikes. I’m sorry but I had to - his face when he breaks things makes me simultaneously laugh and uwu.

Also, in case you missed it I have a lot of feelings about Batman having a credit card. Batman and Robin is an absurd movie but I still love it.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut, @rjsmochii, @jinjccns

You were greeted by Siwon and a coffee as you walked to the elevator of your office building yawning furiously, uncharacteristically dressed in a navy pantsuit with a white turtleneck in anticipation of your big meeting today. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You were meeting one of the big tech companies’ senior VP and your deal hinged on his approval. You were not looking forward to it - he was a certified creep.

“Alright so your meetings in about four hours, we can finish the proposal in about two and then we can prep for the next two.” Siwon was in full assistant mode, rattling off details to add to the proposal that unbeknownst to him you had already finished last night.

“Proposal’s done so let’s skip to the prep,” you say as you step out of the elevator to your floor.

“Did you stay late? Yah Y/N! You know you can’t overwork like that! Also, this building is so creepy at night. Don’t tell me you stayed here alone.” He scolded you, effortlessly switching from employee to friend. You loved that he cared so much about you.

“I’m sorry, but if it makes you feel better - I wasn’t alone.” As you make your way to your desk you notice the kitchen filled with pink pastry boxes. “What’s all that?” you questioned as you forego your desk making a beeline for the kitchen, having skipped breakfast that morning for a much needed hour of sleep.

“What do you mean you weren’t alone?” Siwon was looking at you suspiciously with his eyebrow quirked. When you reached the boxes you noticed that they were filled with all sorts of breakfast goodies, from croissants to danishes to doughnuts. Your mouth watered as you grabbed a buttery croissant, anticipating the taste before it even made it on your plate.

“Y/N! Someone sent them over this morning with this note.” Timothy, your head of curriculum, handed you a pink envelope that matched the boxes. Placing your breakfast on the table you opened the note, hoping it wasn’t a client because that meant you would have to send something to them and would get caught in one of those one-upping gifting circlejerks. Arguably the worst part of corporate life.

Good luck on your meeting today. I’m rooting for you!

-N

PS: this is also your reminder to drink water - stay hydrated! ;)

Your mouth flew open as you reread the note, a grin slowly spreading on your face. As Siwon read over your shoulder, he gasped loudly. Luckily no one else was within earshot or else they would notice you not so gently elbow your assistant and call HR.

“Oh my god… Is this from who I think it’s from?” He sputtered, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Was he the one keeping you company last night?”

“What? NO!” You giggled nervously as he playfully smacked your arm. “Maybe…” you whispered, shrugging, giving in to his charms.

“Is this why you are wearing a turtleneck? Did he rock your world? Did he bangtan that sonyeondan?”

“Shut up please!” You hissed at Siwon. You really wished you had a closed office now as you walked to your desk and grabbed your laptop, going into one of the meeting rooms that hopefully no one else booked that morning.

“So spill.” Siwon said as he settled into the chair next to you on the long stained oak table.

“There’s nothing to spill. We worked together and had pizza. And before you ask, no we did not have sex. It was our first date!” You huffed as you started your laptop.

“What did you do to him?” He asked in awe.

“Excuse me?” You were getting irritated now. To insinuate that you did something to him was pretty callous of Siwon. It reminded you of the times in university when your best friend dropped you because her crush told her that he liked you instead of her. You had no intentions of liking that guy, he was honestly not your type, too lazy and self-entitled to ever catch your attention, but she did not hesitate in cutting all ties and insisting you moved out of your shared apartment. According to her, you seduced him with your looks and personality. Pfft. As if life were so easy that you could manipulate whoever you liked into liking you back. However, Siwon was unaware of this incident so you decided to calm your annoyance a little.

“Sorry. I mean he’s sending the whole office breakfast after a first date. He must really like you.” He caught on to your tone and corrected himself. He was good at catching your tonal nuances by now, and you were grateful.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get annoyed.” You sighed, smiling forcefully, as you pulled up the proposal you worked on earlier that morning. “I really like him too.” You admitted. It kind of felt nice to share that with someone. Usually you would pick up your phone the moment you felt a date go right and tell Jiyoung right away, but knowing what a huge fan she was you wanted to feel out the situation more before she got too excited.

While relaying the events of last night to a very excited Siwon, you texted Namjoon.

Y/N: Wow. Breakfast for the whole office? Big moves.

Namjoon: Well I am trying to woo the CEO. Gotta bring in the big guns!

Y/N: And you think you can woo me with baked goods?

Namjoon: That depends…

Namjoon: Is it working?

Y/N: Yes. Yes it is...

Y/N: Thank you btw. This was really sweet!

Namjoon: Then everything is going according to plan :)

Y/N: I’m excited for tonight

Namjoon: Me too! I miss you!

Y/N: Joon you saw me like eight hours ago!

Namjoon: Eight hours too long!

Y/N: Omg! Stop! You’re so cheesy...

Namjoon: Never!

You walked into the conference room with Harry and Siwon twenty minutes before noon and the three of you started setting up, nerves on high alert. You wrung your hands as you rearranged the printouts on the table for the sixth time, before Harry pulled you into a hug.

“You got this bub! We’re gonna kill it and then celebrate and blow all the money from this deal.” You laughed as your nerves melted. This was the reason he was your best friend and partner in crime. You got out of the embrace, infinitely more calm as you settled in your seat at the end of the table.

Soon, your client, Mr Li, arrived with two other people from his team. The presentation went smoothly if you were to ignore the fact that every time you glanced at Li his eyes seemed to be fixated on your chest. His team, however, was much less sleazy. After you finished presenting, you and Harry spent about an hour answering their questions and concerns before negotiating another lucrative contract for your company. With this deal done, you will be able to meet your company’s quarterly goals.

As soon as the meeting ended, Li’s team, now joined by their legal team, that arrived a few minutes before the end, was escorted to your legal floor to sort out the details of the contract.

“So this is a cause for celebration!” Li booms loudly as he shakes Harry’s hand, before pulling you into an unwanted hug. The hug was extremely tight as you felt your chest being squished by his, knocking the air out of you. You awkwardly try to escape, confused by his less than professional behaviour, eyes widened and staring at Harry. “We should all get some drinks in a few weeks to truly seal the deal.”

“Yes, we will definitely set up something with our assistants. I’m not sure if Y/N will be able to join because of her hectic schedule, but I will definitely be there.” Harry swiftly stepped in to shake Li’s hand one more time, subtly but clearly giving you an out. You were immensely relieved till you heard Li’s next words.

“It’s no party without the CEO. I bet she’s a real firecracker with a few drinks in her!” He laughed full-bellied, elbowing an uncomfortably stunned Harry as you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Of course. We’ll set something up soon, Mr Li. Now if you excuse me I have another meeting to attend. We’re very excited to work with you!” You forced a fake smile as you exited the cringe-inducing situation. You grabbed some water when you reached your desk, drinking it to get the nasty taste of the situation out of your head. Sometimes you truly hated having to plaster a smile to appease clients, but unfortunately it was part of the job.

Your mood lightened significantly as your phone buzzed, instantly forgetting about the creepy old man. You picked up to hear Namjoon’s baritone voice greeting you as you ducked into a small meeting room, locking the door and settling on the comfy couch at the end.

“How did it go?” He seemed a bit out of breath.

“Nailed it! Although the guy was a certified creep.”

“Oh I’m sorry for that. What happened?” Genuine concern laced his tone.

“He just didn’t have any concerns for personal space” you sighed but your heart warmed at his worry for you. “Why are you out of breath?”

“That sucks! I just got done with dance practice.” He quickly picked up on your hesitance to go into further detail. “I haven’t danced this intensely in a while!”

“Oh! I would love to see you dance!” You giggled.

“Trust me I’m not good. It is not worth it.”

“I don’t believe you. I guess I’ll have to see it to judge for myself.”

“Hmm… maybe. Fair warning, there are literal twitter pages dedicated to my terrible moves.”

“Well then those people are assholes. I bet they’re jealous because you are an amazing dancer.”

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Namjoon hung up the call and stared at the call log on his phone, displaying that he had been on the phone with you for over thirty five minutes. It felt like it had been barely two. He didn’t know why talking to you improved his mood this much, but just hearing your voice was enough to make him forget the stress from messing up the choreography almost every run though this morning, and especially Hoseok’s disappointing face as he tried and failed to correct his moves.

Getting back to the big mirrored room, he decided to go through the steps again alone to really nail down the routine, his head full of your plans later this evening. Initially, he had planned a romantic dinner to a high end restaurant in Gangnam but after his manager’s email this morning that he might be being followed, you both had decided on a quiet evening at your apartment. You had insisted it would be safer this way since the suspected stalker would not know where he was going, but he still felt a little uncomfortable about possibly putting your home in danger. He remembered when Yoongi had a stalker three years ago and they all had to pretty much be holed together in the dorms to ensure their safety. Luckily, they were smarter now with a much larger budget for security so these incidents barely encroached on their everyday activities. Still, this was the first time he was seeing someone while dealing with this and that made him wary.

After practicing for another couple of hours, Namjoon headed back home before getting ready for the evening. The closer the clock ticked towards 7, the more nervous he seemed to get. He had butterflies in his stomach as he styled his hair for the fifth time. Giving up, he grabbed the small bouquet of sunflowers he had prepared for the evening and headed towards the car waiting to pick him up downstairs.

As much as he had talked to you over the last few days, the pressure of this being a real date made him want to make a good impression. He was disappointed that he couldn’t wow you with a gourmet meal and even though he was confident that you enjoyed his company, the fact that you would basically be forced to stay with him if you wanted to leave tonight made him uneasy.

Fidgeting with the collar of his black t-shirt, he braced himself as he knocked on your door. You took his breath away when you opened the door, dressed in a beautiful red sundress that hugged all your curves perfectly. You smiled widely at him as you greeted him. Your pink dusted cheeks and the way your eyes sparkled as you saw him, made all his earlier worries disappear. His heart sang as you excitedly took the bouquet, sniffing the flowers before busying yourself and looking for a jar to place them in. He was glad he went through the effort of buying them. Well, the effort of bribing one of the staff with lunch for them.

“How did you know these are my favourite flowers?” You sounded shocked.

“I saw them everywhere at the gala, so I figured even if they weren’t your favourites you at least liked them.” He smiled widely, internally celebrating going for those over Jin’s suggestion of the typical roses. He watched as you carefully snapped the stems of the flowers and placed them in the jar a little too small to contain all the flowers. He couldn’t help but think how stunning you looked biting your lip concentrating while arranging the flowers, taking care not to break off any leaves.

Your apartment reflected your personality it seemed. The kitchen was attached to the large living room, separated by a large island that you were working on. The living room had a large comfortable yellow couch with a few fuzzy blankets and white pillows, facing a television on the wall surrounded by framed posters of music festivals, which he gathered from the dates were ones you attended. He also noticed a vintage looking record player next to the opposite wall with a shelf full of books and records, arranged in seemingly no order; the books differing in lengths with random records popped between them. Everything was extremely clean but he could make out some clutter like a pair of keys attached to an Apeach keychain next to the window, and a pair of sunglasses that were precariously hanging off the edge of a small table in the corner. He felt that he was looking inside your brain a little, and it made him extremely grateful that you had deemed him worthy enough to invite him over. He didn’t know if that was something you were comfortable enough doing with everyone you met or dated, or if inviting him to your apartment was an anomaly, and he’d be lying if he didn’t hope it was the latter. The thought that he was getting special treatment made him giddy.

After arranging your flowers, you made your way to Namjoon, and he felt your arms around his waist as you wrapped him a hug.

“Thank you” you whispered into his chest and even this small gesture made him blush.

“I just wanted to cheer you up after that shitty meeting.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He could feel you smile into his chest, something that was confirmed when you separated after a few seconds and made your way to the couch. He missed your warmth already.

“Honestly, just talking to you after it cheered me up.” He sat next to you on the couch as you poured two glasses of white wine, handing him one. “I know we just talked but how was the rest of your day?”

You both shared news about the rest of your days with each other while waiting for dinner to arrive. The conversation was easy and fluid, easily shifting from mundane everyday events to anecdotes about your friends while you ate your pastas and finished the bottle of wine. He appreciated that unlike other people he had dated you didn’t seem surprised that he had friends outside the band and that most of his stories revolved around them rather than BTS. He always felt that so much of his friendship with the guys was broadcasted that he’d be retelling something that people had already watched so to the disappointment of a lot of his dates, he shared more about his other friends. Like how last year he went on a trip to Paris with childhood friends and got kicked out of the Louvre because they accidentally almost knocked down an exhibit. Or when one of his friends got so unbelievably drunk he had to bribe him with actual money to ensure he didn’t sleep in the park. He enjoyed hearing your university tales too, laughing out loud when you recounted the time you had drunkenly won a debate with one of your friends on which Batman was the best, resulting in the said friend to streak around the neighbourhood.

“Wait so you’re telling me if you lost, you would have to streak instead?” His eyes were wide as he looked at you. He had not expected you to have this wild side. He was intrigued, if not slightly turned on by the idea that this side might show up later.

“I would. I never break a promise.” You looked smug as you smiled over your wine glass. “But if I’m being honest, I knew I would win. Who thinks Clooney is the best Batman? He had a bat credit card for crying out loud!” He smiled as you ranted about how Batman would even apply for a credit card and the unlikelihood of him having a social security number without giving away his identity. Sure, Namjoon had never seen this particular Batman movie, or any to be fair, but the way you passionately discussed the superhero was so endearing to him that he couldn’t help nodding along enthusiastically at each point you made, giggling as he did so.

“Okay. I have not seen that movie, but that sounds hilarious.” He commented as he finished the last of the wine in his glass.

“What? It is a cinematic meme masterpiece! We have to watch it!”

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That’s how you ended up watching Batman and Robin, a second bottle of wine open on the coffee table. You hadn’t imagined that’s how you’ll be spending the next few hours with Namjoon. In fact, you did not want to impose your nerdy views on him at all, but tipsy you had other ideas. He seemed to be enjoying the movie too, laughing justly at the bat nipples and stupid ice puns. However with each corny flirt Poison Ivy threw at one of the many men on screen, you couldn’t help but notice how closely you were sitting next to a man hotter than any on your television. He had his arm around your shoulders and your head rested slightly on his chest, engulfed in his woodsy scent. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, resisting the urge to reach up and kiss his jaw where it rested on his hand.

You had wanted to kiss him the moment he walked in the door with flowers in hand. No date had ever brought you flowers before and it set your heart aflutter. If he was any more perfect, you’d be worried you had imagined him and that you’d wake up from a very long, very surreal dream. The next time you glanced up at him you found him looking at you, a soft smile on his face, his dimples looking extra cute as he looked into your eyes.

Feeling uncharacteristically bashful, you smiled back at him, willing yourself not to avert his gaze. “Hi,” you muttered.

“Hi” His deep voice reverberated through your body and before you could tell your heart to stop thudding at your chest, Namjoon closed the space between you. His lips were slightly chapped as he brushed them against yours gently - unrushed and soft. He took his time, his lips dancing around yours as if in a practiced waltz, as he moved his hand to your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbones. Before you could deepen the kiss, you separated, much to your disappointment and he went back to watching the movie.

“Oh look! It’s the credit card scene.” He said nonchalantly as if he had not just taken your breath away.

“Joon! This movie is stupid,” you whined as you reached for his face, but before you could reach it he grabbed your wrist.

“But it’s a cinematic meme masterpiece!” He teased you with your earlier comment, his eyes lit with mirth.

You pouted in defiance. “You can’t just kiss me like this and expect me to go back to watching the movie.”

“Aww! Cute!” He cooed as you huff, but before you could protest further, he kissed you again. Unlike the first time, this kiss was fierce, sparking a need in you. His lips pressed firmly against yours as his arm moved from around you to maneuver you on top of his lap. He did not hold back as he kissed you with a yearning you felt pulsate through you. He coaxed his way into your mouth as you didn't hesitate for a second, your hands running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hands were on your hips and as he pulled you closer you couldn’t help but roll your hips on him, feeling him hardening under you, a moan escaping from your mouth into his. Your dress was almost pulled to your waist and the rough material of his jeans felt delicious against your lace panties. You couldn’t help but roll your hips again, wanting him much closer than he already was.

“Baby you can’t do that to me.” He whined, his voice heavy with desire, as he started placing kisses down your face to your neck.

“Why not?” Your eyes spoke of challenge as you once again grind on him, a light moan escaping your lips, teasingly.

He stops kissing you as he looks up at you sternly, his jaw jutting out slightly. “Because I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“Fuck that. Let’s be b-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he is spinning you around to lay you on the couch, hovering above you, your legs on either side of his body. Your head is caged between his arms, your dress barely covering your panties, as he smirks at you before rocking his hip against you, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

“Are you sure?” He asks as he kisses your neck, softly biting in a way that you’re sure there will be marks tomorrow, before soothing it with his tongue.

“Yes” you whisper as you reach down to palm him over his pants, making him groan where he’s kissing behind your ear.

“Fuck… Can I take this off?” His hand is on the zipper of your dress and as soon as you nod, he is pulling it down, increasing his force when it gets caught. Suddenly he stops, his eyes wide with alarm. Leaning up slightly you follow his gaze to his hand where he holds your zipper, no longer attached to the dress. He looks like a kid that broke an expensive vase in a store and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” The more he apologizes, the more you laugh at the situation, tears filling up your eyes. How could he be sexily growling in your ear one moment, making you drench your panties, and be this adorably guilty looking the next? Pushing him off you stand up and coax the rest of the zip down, letting the dress pool at your feet, as you grab his hand, urging him to stand up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You lead him across the hall to your bedroom, and he quickly recovers from his blunder, wrapping himself behind you as he continues to kiss your neck and face.

“I’ll buy you a new dress! Sorry!” He says as you sit down at the end of your bed.

“Joonie, stop apologizing and fuck me.” You pull at his shirt, and thankfully he gets the hint, smoothly taking it off and throwing it beside you with a quick “Yes, ma'am.” You are mesmerized by his body, as you trace your hands up to his toned chest, thanking the god you didn’t believe in for this moment. Smirking at your adoration, he kisses you again, pushing you to lie down with his arm around your waist as he pushes you further up the bed till your head hits the pillows.

He continues kissing you as you run your hands over his chest and back, wanting to consume all of him. “Mmm, you’re so beautiful.” He moans as he kisses down your neck to your chest, rubbing himself on you, his fingers lingering at the waistband of your panties. He looks to you for consent and seeing your enthusiastic nod, he pulls them down, groaning at your arousal that liberally coats them.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” He whispers, amazed as if you had any other choice considering his earlier teasing. He kisses your lips again as his fingers slide against your lips teasingly, making you rut your hips against his hand in an effort to feel him inside.

“Joonie, please. Stop teasing” You whine against his lips, and thankfully he does, pushing one finger inside, making you cry out as you tip your head back against the pillows. Taking advantage of your angled head he presses his lips to your neck, leaving another hickey as one finger becomes two, deliciously stretching you and making you clench against him. Your head is cloudy with endorphins as he curls his fingers expertly thrusting in you, filling the room with your wanton moans. He kisses up to your ear, nibbling a little at your lobe.

“I want to taste you.” His voice is heavy with want and it sends a shiver up your spine. You clench around his fingers in anticipation as he kisses down your body, pulling your bra cups down to pay extra attention to your hardened nipples. His bangs brush against your skin raising goosebumps as he places multiple small pecks on your soft belly before reaching his destination.

“Look here, baby.” He says and as soon as you make eye contact, he pulls out his fingers, placing them in his mouth sucking on them with a groan, making heat rise up your neck. “You’re fucking delicious.”

Your heart is about to explode out of your chest and you can’t help but squirm but he holds your legs apart, slowly kissing each inner thigh as he takes his time. He really has a knack for teasing, and you wouldn’t complain if not for the aching between your legs. You’re desperate for him.

Finally, he lays on his stomach, his long legs dangling off the bed, as he holds your gaze, grinning, before giving you a long lick, making you shudder. He moans into you as he continues his long licks, your fingers making their way to his hair.

He focuses his attention on your clit, sucking and increasing his speed. No one has eaten you out like this. You remember after drinks with your friends claiming that it sucked that you were straight because guys always suck at eating pussy. Oh how wrong you were, you thought as Namjoon added his fingers back into the mix, thrusting as his tongue lapped at your clit, making you see stars. You could feel the familiar heat in your core as you tugged his hair, making him groan, a chant of his name on your lips as you feel yourself becoming undone. Your toes curl into the comforter below you as your legs shake screaming his name. He coaxes you though your orgasm, slowing his thrusts and licking you clean as you come down. When you could feel the overstimulation, you called his name, lightly stroking his hair. You kind of felt bad for pulling on it that tightly earlier.

He wiped his face as he came up towards you, smiling triumphantly. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips.

“You did so well for me, baby.” You had never been praised for orgasming and although you had just cum you felt yourself getting wet all over again. You kissed him again, reaching to undo his jeans and struggling.

“Are you sure? We can stop here if you want.” Namjoon says against your lips.

“Shut up and get naked, Joon” you huff against his lips as he chuckles, flipping on his back next to you to undo his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. You bite your lip as you see his cock emerge, bouncing against his stomach, his head dripping precum. Your mouth waters as you undo your bra, tossing it to the side, before reaching for his generous length. He hisses as your thumb runs over the tip, and you use the precum to stroke him slowly.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist, stopping your exploration. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

You peck his lips as he lets go, turning around and reaching out for the condoms in your bedside drawer. Ripping the packet open, you pinch the tip, smirking as you place it in your mouth, enjoying the way his eyes widen in surprise as you stroke him twice before using your lips to encase his length in latex.

“Holy fuck. You’re perfect.” He grabs your face as soon as you’re done and kisses you fiercely as he once again lays you under him. His length rubs against your clit, sending jolts of pleasures up your spine as you rut your hips upwards. Getting the hint, he grabs his cock and lines it to your entrance. Your insides flutter as you feel him run his tip between your folds collecting your arousal, making you mewl a weak “please”. His face is flushed and his eyes are dark as he guides himself in smoothly, both of you moaning at the pleasure. The stretch is unbelievable, and you close your eyes as the sensation.

He waits a beat for you to accommodate him and as soon as you nod, he pulls back to thrust in again. Slowly he builds up to a rhythm that has you both panting. The room is full of the sounds of your bodies colliding and heavy breaths. You open your eyes to see him with his tongue between his lips and his jaw clenched. The same look of concentration he had when he was writing his songs in your office last night, and you felt yourself clench around him in pleasure. He moaned lowly and it was like you could feel his voice travel through you.

“Oh my god, Joon!” you cried as he changed his angle, hitting your g-spot directly, and increased his speed, thrusting harder.

“I got you, baby. I got you.” He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers, pressing his forehead against yours, pressing kisses against your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting close again as he continued his pace, and by the way his grip on your hand tightened you could tell he was getting there too. You wrapped your legs around him as he started to get sloppier, getting lost in chasing pleasure.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He pleaded as his fingers reached between you to tease your clit, shooting waves of pleasure through you. He sucked on your neck and the sensation was too much. You feel yourself tighten around him and he groans as the tension building in your stomach snaps, making you cum hard around him, his name on your tongue as your fingers dig into his back.

He fucks you through your orgasm, hard and fast, before cumming himself with a loud groan and collapsing on you. Your bodies panting in unison as you both try to catch your breath. You’re both still holding hands, as he sweetly kisses your cheek, before pulling himself off of you, discarding the condom in the trash can, and laying back next to you. After you both calm down, he speaks staring at the ceiling.

“Do you have cameras in here?”

“What?” You are confused as you turn to look at him.

“Wouldn’t wanna make a sex tape on our second date.” He laughs, turning on his side and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Oh my god. I hate you.” You playfully swat at his chest.

“Nah, you like me.” He grins, kissing the tip of your nose as you roll your eyes. “But it’s okay because I really like you too.”

“You are so cheesy!” you groan, but your face flushes at his words, your heart dancing in your chest. “I’m going to pee.”

“No, stay.” He whines pulling you close to his chest. You oblige him for all of two minutes, before grabbing his shirt from the end of the bed, putting it on, grabbing a fresh pair of panties, and making your way to the ensuite.

When you return you find him still on your bed, albeit in his boxers now, lying amongst your many pillows with his hands behind his head. Hearing your footsteps, he turns to you and smiles, reaching his hand out to pull you in with him. Cuddling you into his chest, he pulls the comforter over the two of you.

“You’re staying?” You hadn’t expected him to stay and you felt your heart warm at the way he did not rush to leave after sex. You knew he wasn’t the kind of person to just be in it for the sex, but it was your second date so you had kept your expectations low.

“Do you not want me to?” He asks with a pout, stiffening, and you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

“Please stay.” You snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, as you felt him relax and kiss the top of your head. “Want to see something cool?”

He hummed as you asked your google home to show you the sky. It was a dumb impulse purchase you made after a week of late nights of work at home and you hadn’t had the opportunity to show it off yet. You watched his mouth open in awe as the connected device turned off all the lights in your room and projected the milky way on to your ceiling. You chuckled at his child-like reaction. After talking to him this much, you were kind of sure that this would be how he’d act. You were pretty similar and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had the same reaction when you first saw the constellations on your ceiling. He was quiet for a while, taking in the view and the only way you knew he was awake was by the way his hand softly caressed your hair.

“Hey Y/N. Do you ever think how crazy it is that we met?” His voice was almost a whisper as he turned on his side to look at you. Turning to face him, you placed your hand on his cheek as he continued. “Like you would have to make a company at the perfect time, get your contract with Samsung, decide to move to Korea, convince my boss to sign with you, and then throw that gala, and at the same time I would have to decide to be a rapper, sign to this company, make it big at the right time, come across your non-profit at the right time, and successfully convince Bang PD to let us go to your event. Isn’t that crazy how all those little decisions led to this?”

You were stunned. You had never thought about it that way. How everyone you met was by such a coincidence, how you met Joon was such a coincidence. The way he phrased it made it seem like fate. Maybe it was.

“You forgot about the part where I almost didn’t let you come to the gala.” You joked. You knew he was being serious, but your internal defense mechanisms were in full gear. You didn’t know why you were making light of his beautiful statement, but you felt if you didn’t, you’d fall for him even further and you weren't ready for that.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled, his hand rubbing circles into your waist.

“Your team asked me four hours before the gala that you were coming.” He snorted at your response. “You’re lucky Jiyoung is a fan.”

“Well, then I’ll send a thank you card to her.” He gazed at you adoringly as he pulled you closer. “You know I wasn’t joking earlier… I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Joon.” you whispered as he captured your lips into a kiss. You both continued discussing the coincidences that had to align for you to meet, stealing kisses as you drift off to sleep.

Wrapped up in his arms, with the twinkling stars on your ceiling, it was the best sleep you had had in a long while.

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Hey lovey, i had a concept or blurb whatever you prefer to do. Maybe a little something about giving gray a massage or helping him when if poor back hurts and just being there for him. I’m so soft. Ok thank you love you! Ps make sure you are eating and drinking enough water 🥺💖

(did I get 1k words into this and then tumblr deleted it? yes. am I rewriting it bc I love you? also yes)

The first time that Grayson hurt his back, it was Ethan’s fault. A few overly-competitive wrestling moves on the too-thin mat in the garage ended with the breath knocked out of his lungs and a sore back for a week. After that, it would only flare up occasionally. Lisa took him to the doctor when he was 11, and all they said was it could be a nerve, it could be the way his muscles were wired, or it could be nothing. So they left with no answers, and he signed up for football the next month anyways, ignoring the pain after one too many tackles at practice and stealing the ice pack from the freezer every night.

Now, at 20, without contact sports in his daily life, he had it under control for the most part.

But there was still one thing that could have him, in his words, ‘kinked up’ in no time.

Stress.

He’d gotten a better handle on his stress over the last few years, combatting it with a good workout, a walk, even meditation. When work got stressful he knew how to brace for it, how to make sure his body didn’t have any adverse reaction.

But when Ethan decided to prank him with an elaborate set up that had him thinking the house construction got delayed for another 3 months?

Back -> kinked.

Which was why when you made it to the front door of the rental house in Laguna, Ethan answered it instead of your boyfriend.

“Is he good?”

“He’s pouting in his room cause I got him good,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Don’t sound too concerned,” you laughed, moving past him and sliding your shoes off by the door. You followed the now familiar path down the stairs and to the right, unsurprised to hear music from behind his closed door.

If anyone else had opened it and saw what you saw, they probably would have thought it was a ritual of some sort.

Grayson was flat on his back in the middle of the bed, shirtless, staring up at the ceiling without moving a muscle. There was a candle on each of the nightstands - healing on the left, relax on the right you would later realize. Music played from the speaker in the corner, quiet enough to still be relaxing.

“Hey you.”

He perked up, but only moved his neck, looking up at you and offering the best smile he could muster. It was pitiful.

“Still hurtin’ huh?” He’d text you about the whole prank a few hours ago, and you’d hoped that maybe it had eased up before you got there. But he just shook his head with a bit of a sigh and a pout.

“Roll over baby, I’ll try to get it out.”

He did as you said, trying to stay quiet as he tensed up at the pain. It pulled at your heartstrings, and your hands fluttered over him uselessly as he groaned a bit, finally making it over to his stomach.

You climbed on the bed as lightly as you could, careful not to jostle him as you got situated, straddling him over his ass and letting a bit of your weight rest on him while you held yourself up with your knees.

As soon as you leaned forward and pressed your hand onto his back he groaned, but you recognized it as a pleasant one rather than a painful one.

“Just try to relax, it’ll help,” you hummed, starting to work up by his neck and shoulders.

“Your hands are tiny,” he mumbled, voice muffled a bit by the comforter. “Feels so good though.”

“Your back is just huge,” you countered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lions. He sighed at the feeling of your lips on him, relaxing even more as you continued your work, thumbs pressing in hard against the thick bands of muscle that ran all across his back.

“I always wanted a girlfriend so I could have somebody to rub my back,” he said, words a bit jumbled like he was about to fall asleep. Sure enough, when you leaned over slightly his eyes were closed, long eyelashes practically resting on the tops of his cheeks.

“Oh yeah? You just love me for my back rubs huh,” you teased, readjusting a bit so you could move further down.

“No baby you know that’s no- shit,” he hissed, as your fingers found the knot you’d been looking for, just shy of his spine on the right, a few inches under his tattoo. His whole body tensed under you, shifting so quickly that you had to grab onto his hip so you didn’t lose your balance.

“Swear that wasn’t on purpose. Relax baby, I’ll work it out slow,” you coaxed, peppering kisses along his skin until he was sinking back into the mattress. You made your way back over to the spot, working around the edges of it gently, slowly but surely pressing and kneading it out little by little. You could tell it was the good kind of hurt, and Grayson did his best, finally melting like a puddle when it was finally gone and his tired muscles were relieved.

“You’re magic,” he hummed, starting to roll over a bit, giving you time to move with him until you were straddling his waist, looking down at him. “Come down here.”

You obliged, shifting off your tired knees and settling against his chest. With the smell of the candles burning you were so relaxed that you were almost sleepy, and when his warm arms wrapped around you tightly you weren’t sure you were going to be able to stay awake.

“I owe you a good back rub, you just tell me when,” He pressed a kiss into your hair, the gratitude obvious in his voice.

“I’ll let you know.” He gave the best back rubs, especially because his hands were so big. “Were you just kinked up from the prank stress? Is there anything else going on?”

“Just the stupid prank. I shouldn’t have fallen for it, but the idea of not being able to be home for another 3 months had me so worked up.”

“I know you’re ready to get back there,” you sighed, smiling as his hands moved over your back lightly, fingers grazing over the fabric of your shirt. “S’not so bad here though.”

“It’s not, but I’m just ready for us to be home, because being home means you moving in full time, and us being in our room, with our bed and our stuff.” The excitement in his voice made your heart swell a bit.

“Don’t forget our bathroom. Designed for all the activities,” you grinned, the thought of the little shower bench that Grayson had designed racing through your head.

“Activities huh? I bet we could do some of those now. Get some good practice in.”

“Hmmm, I’m not sure. Wouldn’t want you to kink your back up again or anything, I’m a one-back-rub a day type of girl,” you feigned your innocence, sitting up to give him a wide grin. “Don’t think we have an ice pack here.”

Two seconds later and he had you pinned underneath him, eyes ablaze.

“We’ll see whose needing the ice pack in a minute.”

#pineappledols #ask #when it deleted I SCREAMED #so this was a speed re write pls excuse any typos lmao #g:blurb #love you!!!#blurb

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 4 years

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Small Town Missed Connections-Part 1 (Jensen X Reader)

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(New Series!!! Hopefully! Only if you all love it!) Shout out to @adriellej for being the best at helping me work through writers block!!! PS dont forget to let me know if you want to stay on the tag list!)

You heard your phone chime in your back pocket and a smile instantly appeared on your face. You almost dropped the boxes in your hands as you walked down the stairs from the storage in the upper loft of the building. “Easy, someone’s in a cheery mood today. What gives?” Amanda, the sassy 17-year-old blonde you’d hired for summer help, said as you reached the bottom, allowing her to take the top box. “Oh nothing, I just can’t be in a good mood?” you asked with a smile, which she knew hid a secret behind it. She narrowed her eyes and sighed “fine. But one day, I will get it out of you.” She walked away taking the box with her. “Don’t forget to go through that and price everything! I should still have the book under the counter!” you called out as you walked over to the coffee shop.

“There she is,” an older more cracking voice called out. You set the box down behind the counter and turned smiling at the older gentleman. “Mr. Zukowski! Good morning! How is the coffee and muffin today?” you grinned asking a bit louder so he could hear you. “Good, good, thank you. You seem busy, I won’t hold you up. I just wanted to tell you, the weeds out front are looking a little tall, I could take care of those for you.” He smiled politely. You let a small laugh slip out as you came around the counter, “Mr. Zukowski, I’ve told you before, you help me out by making sure my coffee and muffins taste perfect. Now, I’ll have Zach bag up a couple of muffins for you to take home, and tell Mrs. Zukowski, I’ll be by this afternoon to check on your guys garden okay? I don’t want you back out there after your accident last time okay?” you nodded to him. “I’ll call someone to come and take care of those darn weeds okay?” you helped him back to his seat so he could finish his breakfast and finish reading the paper.

“You are so sweet, thank you dear.” Mr. Zukowski smiled and patted your hand as he sat down. You smiled at him before going back over to the counter. “Every day, I don’t get how you do it. That man drives me crazy,” Zach told you as you opened the box. “Zach, it’s people like the Zukowski’s that made this sweet little town, just the way it is, perfect. Now, help me with these fall decorations.” You smiled. After getting everything-and everyone where they belonged, you finally had a minute to check your phone.

‘Why good morning, I thought you were never going to text me back’ Jensen texted back right after you’d sent good morning. ‘Sorry, it’s been a busy morning at the shop, now I have some weeds to pull, a garden to check on and I need to do a supply order, do you realize how much I hate ordering supplies. I wish there was this magical little button I could click and bam. All the supplies I need-ordered’ you sent back with a face palming emoji.

Jensen began typing a response then stopped, then the dots came back again. You laughed at his constant typing-deleting-retyping thing he always did. ‘So, if I could spare your attention for a moment, I took a photo this morning and I wanted to get your opinion on it before I post it on Instagram, so do you have time?’ he asked with a heart emoji. You sent back a thumbs up with a smiley face, ‘For your photos Jay, I always have time. Let me see it.’ You sat back in your office chair and smiled as he texted the photo.

It was of his lake house, just a side view though, from the front porch. The photo was capturing the early morning sunrise with silhouette of trees against the lake. You stared, mesmerized by the photo, wishing you had a large cup of coffee and were curled up in a warm sweater there on the front porch chair, watching the water as you drank your coffee. ‘Whoa…..that is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, have you posted that yet?!’ you texted back instantly.

A few moments passed before you had a notification from Instagram, Jays Photography had posted a new photo, with the caption, “Sure missing a near and dear friend this morning, this one is for her.” Two red hearts followed the caption and your heart beat just a tad faster as you liked the photo and replied “What a lucky friend. Photo is incredible. I’m sure she loves it,” you sent the comment and got back to work.

As the day went on you and Jensen texted back and forth, talking about anything and everything you could want. Business picked up in the afternoon so you’d quickly found yourself busy with customers; meanwhile Jensen had found himself busy as well.

Jensen had met up with Misha, Vicki, Jared, and Gen and was having dinner all together. “So listen, Vicki and I have been talking and why don’t we all go on a little vacation?” Misha asked the group as they all smiled. “That sounds so wonderful, I can have my mom watched the kiddos and we can be ready to go by the weekend. Where were you thinking of going?” Gen asked setting her fork down so she could take a sip of the strong red wine her and Jared were drinking.

“Well, we want to go somewhere off the map, a small little town where we can relax and not be bothered by anyone.” Misha told her. Gen nodded after taking a bite of her salad, “There’s the cutest little town I found while googling the other day! We could go there!! It’s like 6-7 hours from here!” she smiled pulling up the name of the town on google.

The group agreed, the entire time Jensen had remained quiet though, he had been waiting on you to text him back. When you finally did, a grin broke out across his face. “What are you grinning about?” Jared asked as he tried to take a peek at Jensen’s phone. “Nothing, I’m just texting a friend of mine.” Jensen told him. “Come on Jay, you tell me everything, except for what feels like the last 6 months where you’ve been texting someone and not saying a word about it to me. Who is it?” Jared asked again.

“You never told him about Y/N??” Misha asked popping his head up between the two of them. “Y/N?? Who’s Y/N????” Jared asked before yanking the phone away and began reading through the messages. Jensen glared at him and tried to snatch it back quickly. “What the fuck man! Give that back! It’s mine!” Jared finally gave it back after Jensen had jumped and tried to reach it. “Dude, you need to meet this chick, you guys sound really interested in each other.” He told his best friend, but Jensen glared at him “My cell phone is private, you gonna blurt out anything else?? This girl actually means something to me,” Jensen shook his head and walked off, he’d walk himself home.

You had just gotten out of the shower when you grabbed your phone, laid down on your bed and texted Jensen again. ‘Okay, finally, we have time to chat, sorry I’ve been super busy with work lately, things are changing and it’s all a little much for me to handle on my own.’ You texted back. A few minutes later Jensen texted back ‘hey 😊 don’t work yourself to hard okay? Believe me, I’m sure my ex-wife has a few stories she could share about how much I worked on my previous job, even though she worked too but that’s beside the point. I’m glad you’re finally able to relax for the night. What did you have for dinner?’ he sent back with another smiley face.

You laughed and texted the picture of the take out menu, ‘my favorite Chinese place, it’s quick, easy and on my way home from work, plus they have the most amazing egg rolls in the entire world. I love them so much,’ Jay sent a message back a few moments later with two laughing faces. ‘Lucky, I love Chinese, I had dinner with a few friends of mine.’ The conversation carried on until you passed out mid-text. Jensen waited for ten minutes until he finally realized you’d fell asleep. He smiled, wondering if anything would you be able to meet some day? Would you like him, not because he is an actor and made lots of money but because he preferred chocolate syrup over his strawberry ice cream? Or how about the way he watches movies, a medium popcorn, because the small isn’t big enough to share, and it always disappears before the movie starts and the large is too big, way to much salt and butter; two candy choices, a sweet and a sour, both enhance and cancels the salty popcorn, as well as a large soda. How about how he cooks, slow, but to perfection, and there’s always a meat, potato, and vegetable. He was more worried you were just interested in the fame, not for who he really was. But maybe this trip would help him clear his head some.

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soliverse · 3 years

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SAY YOU LOVE ME - PART 4

rockstar!taeyongxjournalist!reader

genre: angst, suggestive, romance

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse and manipulation, panic attacks, stalker behavior, and cussing

1 ⭒ 2 ⭒ 3 ⭒ 4 ⭒ 5 ⭒ finale pt 1

Length: 3k

ps: if you are not comfortable with that sort of stuff, I will insert a warning within the story so you can skip it.

Also: the story is fictional and is no way related to NCT and its brand, especially Yuta. These are all a part of my imagination and I felt like it was needed to push the story further. Again, happy reading! - Ellie

The boys of 1:27 made a detour on a small BBQ shop on their way home to celebrate their successful performance for that night. Charlie promised them that she’ll pay for dinner and so they are stopped at the BBQ shack that they passed by on their way home. Everyone excitedly stepped out from the minivan with their arms around each other.

At this time of the night, they were the only ones inside the place. They took it as a go signal to be loud and did as they please. On a respectable manner, of course.

On one side, Johnny was filming a vlog with Mark and Doyoung. They talked about how they had fun at the performance and they wished that they can do more stuff like that in the future. Meanwhile, Taeyong helped Charlie decide what and how much to order.

The pair came out alongside the staff to help them in carrying their massive order. They brought out about five trays of barbeque and side dishes which almost didn’t fit the small rectangular table that they have. They thank the staff for their troubles and started gobbling marinated meat right away.

The staff then came out with another tray. This time, it was filled by glasses containing amber-tinted liquid.

The boys cheered as Charlie went around the table and gave each one a glass. Mark was the first one that was handed the drink and so he took a sip right away. He then started laughing uncontrollably as he takes a sip once again from the glass.

“Dude, it’s apple juice.”

Charlie went back to her seat smiling smugly.

“Of course, it’s apple juice. I’m not going to baby your drunk asses off when we get home.”

The table went quiet, filling the room with sounds of chewing and utensils clanking over plates. Doyoung tried to lighten the mood up and started sharing stories about the miniconcert that they were invited in. They also got along well with the other performers and started taking pictures with them as well.

Charlie whipped out her phone and showed everybody pictures and videos that she captured while they are performing. They can all hear the cheers and screams coming from the videos. The loudest was definitely Charlie. Everyone was excitedly jumping up and down and singing their song with them. They got all hot and sweaty from the humid weather and moving around the stage. That didn’t stop them from interacting and hyping up the audience. She even argued that it made them even more appealing, especially to the young ladies watching. Some of them even tried to get the boys’ number but they all politely declined and just settled for selfies instead.

They also played games that night which resorted to Mark paying almost half the bill as they left. The guys thanked the owners for not kicking them out for being so noisy and promised that they’ll be back to eat there again. They hopped inside one by one and passed out as soon as their bodies touched the seats.

Taeyong stayed up for a bit and waited until everyone was asleep. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and leaned on the glass window, making a tired peace sign. He sent you the pic and typed a message right after.

Taeyong: We did well today. I’m almost home. Missed u.

His thumb hovered over the send button for a while. He cringed at the last sentence and erased it before sending it to you and popped in his eyemask and headphones to sleep.

///

“Any more questions about your assignments for this month?”

Everyone remained quiet and just shook their heads in response. The team meeting took longer than expected and it is already past lunch time. You were impatiently scribbling on the notes that you took earlier. A little trick that you do so you will look like you’re busy doing something productive. Your thoughts are now clouded by hunger and boredom and and you kept looking at the clock ticking. You are silently praying that no one will ask a question and extend the meeting any further.

“Okay then.”

The supervisor, an old guy in his early fifties, finally closes the presentation and started closing the tabs in his windows. He shut the laptop down and slammed it close.

“We’ll see each other again same time next month. Remember to stick to your deadlines.”

Finally.

The room rattled as everyone tries to pack up their stuff and get out as fast as they can. You stood up from your chair. You did a bunch of weird poses to stretch your aching body from sitting down too long as you waited for the crown to dissipate before walking away from the room.

You grabbed your handbag from beside you and dug through tons of your unorganized stuff before you were finally to fish your phone out to do a time check. Instead, you were met by tons of photos and videos sent by Charlie that morning. They were mostly pictures of them rehearsing and goofing around the area. A slight curved on your lips as saved all of them in your phone and made your way into the breakroom.

Things are going well for the past couple of weeks. You and Taeyong barely talked before the event because he was busy practicing but at least you can finally look him in the eyes. Greetings are also once again exchanged, you even sent him off on their way to the event. With that out of the way, you’re finally able to catch up on to your prior commitments and saved yourself from being fired that week.

You bolted to the breakroom because you can now hear your stomach complaining. You politely bowed at everyone inside and snaked your way through a bunch of your coworkers. Today’s hot topic was them complaining about how long the meeting was and that Mr. Supervisor purposely stretched the meeting out because he wanted to spite all of you. None of that mattered to you though. The croquette that you made last night for lunch was the only thing on your mind. Upon reaching the fridge of the tiny breakroom, you microwaved your lunch for a few seconds before to your cubicle to eat in peace.

You greeted the one sitting beside you before you took a seat. The stacks of folders and papers were set aside to make way for your lunch bag. You carefully took the contents and dived right in to calm down your growling stomach. At the same time, you decided to pop in an earphone and listened to some of 1:27 recordings while eating. A ding! interrupted the music so you absent-mindedly opened the messages without seeing who it’s from.

Abby: Hey boo.

The text intrigued you. She wasn’t the type to text someone unless it’s an emergency.

You: Oh hey. What’s up?”

Abby: Don’t freak out, okay?

Abby: I think I saw Yuta in the mall today.

You felt a lump on your throat, and it wasn’t your lunch. You felt as if someone threw a bucket of iced water at you. You’ve set your lunch down and immediately pressed reply.

You: You sure it’s him?

You: Guy might be visiting his sis. I’m sure it’s nothing.

Abby: You sure?

Abby: Would you like to stay at our place for a while? I’m sure big bro wouldn’t mind.

As much as you wanted to stay over at anyone’s house for tonight, the Li household wasn’t the best option either. The last time you slept over, he glared at you whenever you tried moving anything in the house by a small fraction.

This might be an overstatement but the only thing scarier than Yuta is judgmental Li Yongqin.

You: Yeah, it’s probably nothing. Don’t worry about me.

Abby: Just in case something happens, you have my number okay? Be safe.

You dropped your phone at your desk and you felt your body getting colder and your breaths getting shorter once again. Eating lunch didn’t feel right anymore so you placed the lid back on and slipped it back, exchanging it with the water bottle. You drank half of its content and took deep, long breathes to slow down your racing heart for a bit. You dizzily bobbed your head down and rested your head on your folded arms. People asked if you were okay but you just smiled weakly and insisted that you’ll just sit the day out until office hours was over

As the day ended, Abigail Li picked you up from work that day. She insisted that if you’re not staying over at their house, the least thing that she can do was to make sure that you get home safely.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to stay over? I’ll lock Yongqin in my closet upstairs if it makes you feel any better.” Abby knew what her brother did last time and she made Ten apologize for the glaring at her. He did some half-hearted apology before glaring one last time and shutting himself back to his room.

“Relax. I’ll be fine. It’s been years since we’ve last seen each other. He probably moved on already.”

A sigh left her mouth.

“Fine. Don’t forget to lock everything when you sleep, aight?”

///

The first thing you did as soon as you got home was to lock everything just like what Abby said. You said that you’ll be fine to assure Abby, but you know you couldn’t be too sure about Yuta. First thing you did was grab a few chips and a can of cat food for Felice. The bedroom was the most secure part of the house so you decided that the best thing to do was to camp in there until the morning comes.

You held Felice close and stroke her soft fur to calm yourself down. She had become your most loyal companion on your path to recovery when you shut yourself from everyone else. She snuggles into your chest and purred lightly, probably sensing your uneasiness.

You used all your willpower to sleep that night but your mind was restless. Even after you stuffed yourself full, drank room temperature milk and fiddled on some fancam videos, you just couldn’t your mind off of Nakamoto Yuta.

The last time that you saw him was when you were crying nonstop at the police station as Abby and Sophie held you in.

Everything played out in your head like a film in cinema.

Na Yuta.

Awesome performer.

Awful person.

(This part may be a trigger to some readers so if you wouldn’t be comfortable reading this, skip to the next ///)

Everyone knew that he’s a player. That’s the first thing that he told you when you met him. It made him look dangerous, something you just need in order to spice out your cookie cutter life. Your parents just went into divorce and your life was going downhill.

He’s just a perfect distraction.

It went well at first, you became his muse. He’d shower you with love and gifts. He made you feel things that you never felt before. That didn’t last very long though.

Not even a year later, fights became a common occurrence. You finally understood how someone can love and hate a person at the same time. As soon as you realized the kind of guy that he is, you couldn’t get out. You made excuses after excuses and still waited for the time that he will change.

He’d go on tours and you would hear stories about him being seen with other women. Plural. Witnesses gave you a different description at every story that you believed it was ridiculous. It’s probably a colleague. Or it was fan and hew was just doing a bit of fanservice. That’s what you believed because that’s what he’d tell you every time you would confront him about it.

At the few times that you did caught him, he’d lie blatantly as if he didn’t just get caught. You couldn’t also count the times that he’d turn the table around and find some guy to link you with. It tricked you into believing that it was your fault that he did it. That he regrets being with you.

You couldn’t also fathom that you cried yourself to sleep because of him. He wouldn’t respond at parties and it would take him days before responding. He made you feel that you are never good enough for him, damaging your self-esteem and confidence in the process. And then he would go full circle and be over the top with surprises and gifts. He starts to go all soft on you and made you weak against his touch and kisses. It’s reminder that only him can make you feel that good, even if he’s also the one who caused you pain.

You also turned your back against everyone. Nobody could contact you for months. It was mostly you, trying to keep your ego intact. You can already hear them mocking you and will remind you that they told you so. He also convinced you that nobody else will love you like he did. The absence of your friends and family made you lonely. It was like they didn’t even miss your presence. And so you clung unto him more.

But everyone has their breaking point. At that point, you’re numbed out. You didn’t even cry as you saw him bringing someone into your own home. It was the wakeup call that you needed to get away from him. You finally realized that you didn’t deserve to be treated like trash and broke things off with him right then and there.

He didn’t like that one bit. He saw you as his possession and no one can take you away from him easily. Yuta started following you around wherever you’ll go and asked you to talk things out with him. He’ll pop in at your office, at the club where you would drink your troubles away, or at any possible location where he knows that you would see him. He was switching back and forth from begging and reminding you the memories you both had into going full psycho and texting you that you’ll regret ever leaving him.

It made you so paranoid that you just flat out refused to go outside at the fear of meeting him. The girls wanted to do something about your condition, and decided that the best thing to get your mind off of things was to surprise you on your birthday.

They brought your favorite food with them and decorated the party with your favorite colors. It was unexpected and you even apologized to everyone for causing them trouble. The night made happy that night and finally be able to smile for the first time in months. All was going well until everyone decided to go outside and take a group photo. Yuta popped out of nowhere and started dragging you away. You were crying and begging him to let you go but he insisted that he needs to talk to you and it wouldn’t take a while.

All hell broke loose. The guys rushed outside to intervene. Sophie’s then boyfriend (now husband), was a big, strong man and was able to grab him by the collar and beat the living crap out of him right in front of you. The sudden violence made you cry harder than earlier. There was nothing that you can do besides watch as everything go down. Both the police and the paramedics came right after and disturbed the whole neighborhood.

That day was still, hands-down, the most awful day of your life. The memory was so horrifying that your birthday is doomed for life. Nobody ever tried to do something for your birthday again, as per your wishes.

You strike yourself as lucky that you don’t have to go to a psychiatrist or drink meds anymore to sleep. Flashbacks make you shake a little bit, but at least that’s manageable. You cannot say the same thing about meeting Yuta once again.

///

“Here’s your stop. I’m sorry I couldn’t drop you off by Y/N’s apartment. The street was small and it would be difficult to turn the van around.”

“It’s totally fine. Walking won’t hurt me.”

Taeyong grabbed his duffel bag and his guitar from the backseat and steps outside the vehicle. He waved at them goodbye before the van went back to the road. He adjusted the straps of his guitar case and duffel bag so he can carry them both comfortably as he begins to walk towards your place.

It was eerily quiet at that time and something just didn’t feel right. He tried to shake the feeling off and increasing his walking pace. It didn’t take long before he can see the building from a distance.

He didn’t know if he was just imagining things but he could’ve sworn that he saw a dark figure lurking in the darkness surrounding your apartment. He muttered a series of curses made a run for it.

///

Your thoughts were interrupted when you thought you heard footsteps coming from outside your house. You were jolted awake and started going into panic. Your heart pounded so much that you can hear it ringing through your ears. You forced yourself to not mind the sound and convinced yourself that you’re just imagining it.

You felt your heart drop as you heard the front door opening and swung slowly. You can definitely hear footsteps just right outside your door. That’s impossible. You locked every single entrance that night. Mind is getting a bit hazy at this point from hyperventilating. Despite this, you grabbed anything that you can get your hands on and decided to face the intruder head on.

You opened your bedroom door just started wielding the thing you are holding at whoever it is that’s outside. You heard a loud thud at the ground and a guy squirming in place.

“Oh shit.”

You quickly realized who it is and threw the blunt object away, now realizing that it’s a tripod. You kneeled down right in front of him and started panicking again. This time, it’s for a whole other reason.

“Oh my god, Taeyong. Are you okay?”

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Kiss Your Best Friend

100% came to after i watched a bunch of ‘kiss your best friend’ tik tok challenges. no i’m not great with titles

the biggest thank you ever to @hearteyesforbuck for being the kindest, nicest person, welcoming me into this community, and reading this and giving me valuable feedback. thank you. <3

4.1k words / fluff

this is my first 9-1-1 fic. pls be kind to me

ps.: this was also posted on ao3!

Buck will be the first one to tell you that he isn’t the greatest person with pop culture – and that extends to technology. He’s not even embarrassed about it; it just never piqued his interest, and that’s about it for explanations. So, no, he doesn’t know that the Jonas Brothers are back together – in fact, he only has a vague recollection of who they are –, and the only reason he keeps getting new iPhones is because they keep calling him to offer a trade (and everyone knows shiny new things are always fun, okay?).

Chimney, on the other hand, is a pop culture pro.

“There’s no such thing as too old for apps, Buck,” he says, waving his phone around as if to prove a point, “because if I still have a phone in my hands, then I can still enjoy the damn apps that go in them, right?”

Buck nods, unsure of what else to say. He hates feeling unsure, more so if the subject is as dumb as popular-things-he-doesn’t-know-and-or-care-about.

“What I’m tryna show you,” Chim continues, as if Buck isn’t about two seconds from tuning out of this conversation entirely, “is a funny series of videos on Tik Tok. I promise you’re gonna laugh at ‘em.”

“What’s… Tik-Tok…?” Buck asks instead.

Chim sighs, but then laughs a little. “Ok, Buck, it doesn’t matter, come watch the videos!”

It starts with a soft, mellow song, and on screen he can see some pictures, all accompanied with text explaining them, that'sthats my best friend, we been best friends for 3 years now, he doesn'tdoesnt know i like him, and then it cuts to a cute moment of a blonde teen leaning in and placing a tentative kiss on said best friend’s lips. They laugh and then hug, and then the video ends. After that one come a few more in succession; some go horribly wrong, and some are funny. Most of them work out as planned, though.

Then Bobby calls Chimney from downstairs, and Chim pockets his phone to leave.

“That’s the ‘kiss your best friend challenge’, Buckaroo.” He says with a grin, all teeth. “Thought you’d enjoy it.” He winks at Buck, and then goes, yelling coming! and leaving behind a very confused and only somewhat amused Buck.

That’s how it starts.

So, no, Buck doesn’t really know the first thing about apps in general, what’s trending and what’s not, but he does know how to work the App Store. Knows how to find apps. Knows how to download Tik Tok.

It’s innocent enough at first. The videos are funny, for the most part, and it’s a mindless distraction, even if only slightly better than the games he’s used to, and only better because of the amount of variety he gets.

He can’t help but come back to the stupid videos (and why even call them challenges anyway? What’s challenging about them?) about kissing your best friend.

They’re mostly adorable, but some are heartbreaking. He’s soft, okay? No shame in his game. He’s a soft guy, who’s (mostly) in touch with his feelings. Some of the rejection ones are upsetting; God knows Buck has faced a couple of rejections in his prime, and they hurt.

He keeps watching them anyway.

This week has been a rough one. Eddie picked up an extra shift, which made Buck decide to pick one up, too, because why the hell not? Christopher wasn’t even going to need anything Buck could help with, as he already had plans with Abuela. That extra shift, it turned out, was a horrible mistake.

(Not really. Buck really, really does love his job. Loves doing what he does, loves knowing he’s helping people. Sometimes it gets exhausting, though. Sometimes he’s made to face what losing his friends, his family, Eddie would feel like, and those hurt days like a motherfucker.)

A huge house fire reached the two neighboring houses. They needed backup, the whole thing was insane. Half of the roof collapsed not even two inches from where Eddie was standing, twin girls in his arms, Buck watching from the ladder where he was ready to take the girls. It doesn’t matter how many times they go near death; every single time it happens in slow-motion. Everyone came out alive, but the bitter taste followed Buck’s mouth into the truck, where he places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, and leaves it there until they reach the station.

“Plans for the evening?” He asks softly. They feel extra raw tonight.

“Not really.” Eddie replies, and the silence stretches. Buck thinks that’s all Eddie’s saying, until he clears his throat, continues. “Christopher’s staying with Abuela, and then Carla’s picking him up and taking him to school in the morning.” Another pause. “I’m just tired, Buck. I need to crash.”

Buck nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just. I won’t be able to,” he says, complete honesty without even thinking, and that’s probably his favorite thing about his friendship with Eddie. No filter, just truth. Mostly.

Eddie nods, but it’s more of a jerky motion. Buck doesn’t inquire further.

“You wanna grab a couple pizzas and some beer? We can pretend to watch a movie until we collapse.”

The suggestion sounds heavenly. Buck grins, nods, already picking up his phone.

“Domino’s fine? The usual?”

Eddie nods. “Your place or mine?”

In the end they only get the pizzas because Buck has more than enough beers for the two of them at his place.

They have three mostly empty pizza boxes on the coffee table, beer in hand, a half a dozen other bottles around the boxes, a movie they’re pretending to watch – but even as it plays on screen, Buck can’t pretend to know what’s going on. He’s sitting on the far end of the couch, with Eddie right beside him, head on his shoulder.

Buck’s a naturally tactile person. Craves physical touches, and the warmth of another person’s skin. Eddie wasn’t always like that; it took him some time to open up, and Buck doesn’t know if this is for him only, or if he’s as open with any of his other friends, but that doesn’t matter to Buck.

Buck moves his arm behind Eddie, so that they can both be more comfortable, and Eddie looks up a little startled, soft around the edges and glassy-eyed, which means he was probably on his way to falling asleep when Buck moved. He smiles at Buck, a small smile that’s open and honest and free. And Buck… Wow. Buck realizes, then and there, that he wants to kiss Eddie.

It’s only a second, and then Eddie’s looking back at the screen, burrowing just the tiniest bit more into the space Buck has made for him, taking a sip of his beer, sighing very softly.

And, oh. Oh. Buck understands now. Buck knows, deeply and suddenly, why they’re called challenges, and what the challenging part is about the whole kiss your best friend thing.

It’s a bet he’s not sure if he’s willing to take.

Buck can’t stop thinking about it.

He doesn’t remember when he knew he was in love with Abby. That’s always where their relationship was going to go, there wasn’t another option. They weren’t ever in it for anything other than being together. Sure, Buck tried, for the first time, to be a better man, and that was what moved them along, but Buck always knew how they were supposed to end up. Together. Which is why he doesn’t know when he realized he was in love with Abby. If the goal was to get the girl, then being in love with her was an integral part of the plan. He just doesn’t fucking know, which is making everything worse.

Because he’s pretty sure he’s in love with Eddie.

Because he didn’t know, and then he did.

Because it was easy to figure out.

Eddie looked at him, open and carefree, even if for just a minute, and Buck thought yes. And that was it. Buck thought yes, Buck thought he would do anything to just keep Eddie looking like that, soft, and safe, and tranquil. In his arms. Buck thought all those things in a millisecond, and he knew what they meant. He knows what they mean, because he hasn’t stopped thinking about them ever since they materialized in his mind.

I’m in love with Eddie.

Buck wanted to be a better man for Abby, and he was, but Eddie makes him a better man.

He hates knowing this. He doesn’t know what to do with it, because, while he would never do anything to jeopardize what he has with Eddie (this friendship, this trust, this love – that is above the romance part of things, and involves everything else – namely, Christopher, and the feeling of belonging he gets when he’s with them), he also knows himself. He knows this isn’t going to last very long before he bursts and makes a mess of things. He needs to think, but he has, has been doing nothing but think about this.

He needs to do something.

He just hasn’t figured out what just yet.

The idea comes, funnily enough, when they’re at a call.

The universe sure loves a good dose of irony.

Some (dumb) teenager stuck in the air vent, was what the 9-1-1 operator said. There’s a really big, sour looking man yelling at a teenage girl – who’s yelling right back at him – outside when they get there, a lady watching them, clear from her face that she’s both the girl’s mom and the man’s wife and that she’s given up on whatever’s going on. He half hears as Bobby tries to placate things enough to understand what’s going. The girl outside starts sobbing, but now he’s concentrating on the girl inside, upstairs in a bedroom, stuck in the air vent.

“Hey, can you hear me?” He says loudly, and gets some noise back that he’ll take as an answer. She’s already all the way in the vent, save for one foot hanging out from where she got stuck trying to move, a knee up and one leg straight. Stupid, stupid idea. “What’s your name?” He asks, and then they start to work.

“Sage,” she answers, loud. He’s not sure if she’s yelling or if the sound’s carrying, but he keeps being loud just to be sure.

“Ok, Sage, we’re gonna get you out, don’t worry! Wanna tell me whatcha doing in there?”

“Looking for a rat,” she replies, and Eddie huffs a laugh beside him, shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, I just panicked!”

“Hey, don’t worry about my feelings, Sage, we’re fine. You wanna tell me what happened for you to hop up there?”

“What’s your name?” She says, and that takes him by surprise. His eyebrows go up, and he looks at everyone around before answering.

“Uh, it’s Buck. My name’s Buck.”

“Look, Buck,” she starts, and she sounds so, so angry, but also so very sad, “Baileya’s dad hates me, ok? I haven’t seen her in a month! She’s my best friend!”

“Ok, Sage, I’m gonna need you to take a few calming breaths before we continue, ok? Do you want me to breathe with you?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” she says, and then she’s quiet, and they can all hear her breathing deeply. “Okay, sorry. Look. Baileya’s dad he, uh, he thinks I’m a bad influence. He was supposed to be somewhere, fuck if I know, but he was only supposed to come back tomorrow. I haven’t seen B in a month –” that last part sounds so sad it breaks Buck’s heart a bit, “– and I just. I missed her.” She’s silent for a little bit, and no one presses for more, but then she speaks up again. “We saw his car outta the window and I just panicked. This air vent hasn’t had a pane for the longest time and I’m a fucking gymnast, so I thought I could just jump up here and hang out for a minute. I know it was stupid, but he would kick me out if he found me, and I mean that very literally.”

Buck looks at his team. They all know what this means.

Finally, Bobby says, “Well, Sage, you’re gonna be out of there in a minute, and you’re gonna get to see your best friend, and no one’s touching you under the protection of the LAFD, okay? Don’t worry.”

She sounds shaky when she says thank you.

When they get her out, she asks them to stay at the door so she can get all her things in her backpack, and Buck notices her phone was propped up against some books in a table in front of the bed. Everyone trails out and he lingers behind to protect her, but also to say, in an almost-whisper:

“Hey, Sage, why was your phone propped up like that?”

She turns tomato red in a second, flat-out. “I was, uh. I was. Um. Filming a thing.”

And of course Buck knows. He knows that angle. “A challenge?”

She looks surprised. “Yeah. For, um, for Tik-Tok.”

“Did you get to do it?”

“Yeah, Buck,” she says, and he wouldn’t ask, normally, but her voice says it all.

“Did Baileya like it?”

She smiles at him, almost as if she can’t keep it in. “Yes.”

He decides then and there that he’s not going to look them up, but he can’t stop thinking about the smile on Sage’s face when she said yes.

The whole way back to the station he keeps watching Chimney, who has noticed, but hasn’t asked what he’s looking at him for. He wonders if he was always obvious to everyone else, and only oblivious to himself. He wonders whether he’s obvious to Eddie or if Eddie is oblivious to him.

More than anything, though, he’s pretty sure he found a way to do something. He feels silly. It was staring at him this whole time. Or, well, he was staring at it, really, for quite some time, in fact.

It’s another Saturday, and he’s been psyching himself up for a week.

Sure, he’s figured out what to do, and he doesn’t wanna risk anything. That doesn’t mean he’s not jittery about it. So much, in fact, that Eddie notices as soon as he walks through the door.

Christopher jumps up as soon as he sees him, saying a long and excited Buck! and all but flinging himself at Buck, who has just enough time to drop the bags he has on the floor carefully and pick up Christopher in the same motion.

“How’s my Superman doing?”

“Good, Bucky. How are you?”

“Ready for a fun day with my favorite boys,” he replies, easy as anything.

He drops Christopher, and Eddie gives him a quick hug before picking up the bags he brought.

“What are these?”

“Well, it’s a nice day, thought we could, you know, make a day of it? You said you didn’t have plans and I have everything for a nice picnic.” He shrugs.

“I don’t see a basket,” Eddie teases.

“It’s in the car, you jerk.”

Eddie laughs. “Hey, Christopher, what do we think about a picnic?”

“Picnic!” is all the reply he gets from a very excited Christopher. “I’m going to change,” he says, already shuffling to his bedroom, and Eddie shakes his head.

“I also got us some beer, but that’s more for later in the evening. Thought we could order a pizza after Chris goes to bed, maybe?”

Eddie looks fake-shocked. “You want a whole entire day of eating not really health stuff? Who are you and what did you do to my Buck?”

And Buck knows, okay? Buck knows he’s just joking, but it still tugs at his heart, makes him feel like those butterflies people talk about are real: his head feels light, there’s a tingling on the tips of his fingers. Instead of any of the stupid things he wants to do, he just shakes his head, smiles.

“Nah, man, just wanted a nice day with the two of you, that’s all.”

Eddie’s smile is blinding. “Sounds good to me.”

“I’ll tuck him in and you order the pizza?”

“Yup.”

“‘K. Chris, go say good night to Buck.”

Christopher moves slowly. They’ve had a fun, long day.

“Good night, Bucky. I love you.”

“Good night, Chris. I love you, too.”

Buck listens to the sounds of the two of them as he orders the pizza. He thinks about how familiar it is, how at home he feels.

How he is, maybe, about to mess the whole thing up.

He sure has his excuses in place in case things don’t go the way he wants them to – “it’s just a joke, look, I can show you the other videos. It’s a challenge for Tik Tok. I just wanted to be down with the kids, Eddie! I thought you’d be game! It’s just for show!” – but it’s not going to stop things from being awkward for a little bit until they get back to normal.

When Eddie comes back, the pizza is there already, and Buck is nursing a beer that’s already halfway down, but has one out for Eddie, cold and fresh. Eddie collapses on the couch with a grunt.

“That boy’s getting big, por Díos, where did the time go,” he says, sitting up nicely, taking a swig of his beer.

They’re having a good time. But they’re never not having a good time. This is it, Buck realizes. He can’t imagine ever again feeling so at home in the presence of someone else. He can’t imagine loving a child so deeply; can’t imagine loving a man more for the way he loves his own son. This is it.

Eddie goes to the bathroom, and it’s Buck’s chance.

He puts the phone up against a vase Eddie has on the coffee table; knows Eddie enough to know he won’t notice, especially after two beers.

“Alright, what did I miss,” Eddie says as he walks in the living room, more conversationally than interested, and Buck knows it’s now or never.

“Hey, Eddie,” he says, slowly, which makes Eddie look at him immediately, confusion and worry written in the lines around his eyes.

“You ok, Buck?” He asks, placing his beer bottle on the coffee table in front of them, worry making him move more into Buck’s personal space.

Ok, Buck. Now or never. Do it.

“Yeah, yeah, I just. I. Look, Eddie, I just need to –” Buck cuts himself off in favor of moving entirely into Eddie’s personal space, meeting him in the middle where Eddie already was. The air between them mingles, Buck can feel the warmth they’re creating back on his lips.

“What are you doing?” Eddie whispers, sharp, and for a second Buck feels as if he has lost; this exact moment is suspended in infinity for Buck to commit it to memory, to remember his loss, forevermore. But then. Then, Eddie looks down at Buck’s lips, and licks his own. Buck needs nothing else. He goes in.

Eddie is very still when their lips touch, but Buck can absolutely not help but notice how soft they are. Eddie is all hard angles and big muscles, but his lips are so soft, how’s that even possible? And then Buck notices he isn’t moving. He isn’t even breathing, actually, holding himself taut. Buck’s thankful for his foresight of not touching Eddie anywhere besides the lips.

Buck backs away slowly, hoping that Eddie won’t look at him too close, hoping Eddie will take pity and just let him run away for the night. But Eddie is watching him intently, looking into the blue eyes that already feel wet, so obviously they look wet. But hey! Buck tried, didn’t he?

All the apologies and speech he had ready die in his throat. He’s not going to lie to Eddie; he doesn’t want to lie to Eddie. He should know. He should know that Buck is in love with him, heart-achingly so. He needs to know. So Buck doesn’t say anything. He looks around; for a second he had forgotten the phone was even there. He starts to get up, his mind a mess.

Eddie holds his wrist. Buck looks at where they’re touching as if it’s burning. Eddie tugs, hard, making him sit down.

“Did you mean that?" He asks, voice only above a whisper, but still crystal clear.

“What?” Buck says, confused.

“Buck. Did you mean to do that?” He asks again, eyes on Buck’s.

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “Yeah, Eddie. I’ve been meaning to. For a while now.”

Buck closes his eyes, then. Eddie's eyes are too bright, too beautiful for Buck to keep looking at. And then, Eddie’s hand is up against his neck, his jaw, against his cheek, resting there, thumb awfully close to the corner of Buck’s mouth. And then, Buck’s being kissed. For real.

Eddie kisses exactly like he does all other things: quietly, not showing off, but assured of himself and of what he’s doing; he’s a pro and he knows it.

Buck is about to shift into ‘two can play at this game mode’ when he remembers the phone recording.

He pulls away slowly, softly, regrettably, but covers Eddie’s hand on his cheek with one of his hands, moves it to his mouth to kiss Eddie’s palm. Free. Able and allowed to do this.

They smile at each other. Buck could stare at Eddie’s smile forever.

He reaches for his phone on the coffee table and says a fuck so heartfelt Eddie moves away from him on the couch.

“Buck?”

“It. Wasn’t. Recording.”

“What?”

Buck is, admittedly, a little late on the uptake of how bad that sounded. It takes him a while to explain the whole thing to Eddie, which of course includes showing him a few challenge videos.

"So you had a speech ready in case I flipped out on you,” Eddie concludes.

“Yup, correct."

A beat, and then: "You didn’t say anything, though."

Buck looks up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You pulled back, and you didn’t say anything. You were just going to leave."

And, wow. Buck forgets, sometimes, just how perceptive Eddie is. He looks away for a second, but decides Eddie deserves honesty, even if it’s at the cost of baring his soul. He already did a lot of that tonight, might as well keep going.

"I realized I wanted you to know. Our friendship is the most important thing I have, and so I knew that, whatever happened here, you needed to know that I’m in love with you. I was sure we could get over it and back into our friendship eventually, but I just needed you to know."

Eddie nods, understanding, taking one of Buck’s large hands between both of his.

"Thank you, Buck. Not just for your honesty, but also for taking a chance on us."

They kiss.

A lot.

Eddie, bless him, not only is a good sport and has fun with the whole thing, but also helps Buck find pictures of the two of them.

"Hey, Chim! Come up here!” Buck yells as soon as he sees Chimney coming in through the station gates.

He’s happy. He feels like he might burst with happiness.

The past week has been everything he dreamed of, and more. Christopher was so happy he cried, which made Buck cry, which made Eddie sniff, which the two other boys in the room knew meant Eddie was trying not to cry. Buck was finally happy.

Sure it had only been a week, but he was ready to share that with the world. And he was going to start with Chimney.

“What’s up, Buckaroo? You look awfully chirpy for this early in the morning.” He then noticed: “Oh, hey Eddie. You’re up early."

"Someone had to contain Mr. Buckley over here. He’s excited."

”…Okay. Buck? Anytime now.“

"I just gotta show you this video on Tik Tok."

"Wait, what? You got Tik Tok? Look at you, Buck!"

Buck can’t help the blush. "Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He places his phone in Chimney’s hands. “Watch."

Chim presses play, and his mouth does some weird things, but he looks positively pleased.

"I knew it!” He yells when he’s done, excitement he can’t contain.

They hug, and Chim promises not to tell anyone until they do, offering them well wishes and relationship help, which they both wrinkle their noses at, but say thank you all the same.

Eddie moves into the kitchen, and Chimney takes the opportunity to say, so that only Buck can hear: “I knew you’d enjoy the challenge, Buck."

Buck knows he’s a sap, but he can’t help the smile. "Yeah, Chim. I’ll owe you one forever."

Chimney shakes his head at him, his smile so fond even Buck can see.

"Nah, Buckaroo. Just be happy. That’s all I want."

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck #911 on fox #buddie fanfic #i don't know what else to tag i'm shaking!!!!!! this feels like so much pressure #pls give me feedback i need it to breathe #lol ok #my words #i don't even know if i have a writing tag lmao???#ok here goes nothing

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Gamers gotta game | 2 |

Pairing: Gamer!jungkook x Nerd!Reader x Fuckboy!Jimin Genre: Future smut, fluff and angst. Warnings: More angst than anything on this part, mentions of alcohol abuse. A/N: I’m happy to see that many of you liked the first part, this is a slow-burn fic so bear with me. *gif not mine*

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PART 2

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10:15

You felt like your hangover from yesterday was there again, even if you didn’t drink anything the night before. It felt like your head was about to explode when you got up. Sundays are pretty lazy for you, there is something in the vibe of it that makes you incapable of being productive.

There is no need to get out of your PJs, so you just lay on the small couch and watch some Netflix on your cellphone. Maybe Kenny is already up so you decide to text her, just to see if she’s ok with the hole Seokjin ordeal.

But then you see something that makes you look at it twice, a message… From Jimin?

Okay, not that big of a deal. He was drunk, you saw him and he may remembered you. That doesn’t mean he changed or will change. Come on, you don’t have to change someone, you’re not some kind of savior of boys who can’t keep it on his pants right?

You don’t know if you reply it or not, but for your own safety you just delete the text and his number all together. It was about time.

▪♡▪

Freshmen year.

There are some things you couldn’t quite understand about your body, how it shivers when next to him, the way you’ll blush every time he say something about you or your heart stopping just because of the sight of him. You were totally fucked and with a massive crush on him.

It all started by his way of talking to you, always sweet and really listening you. The conversations weren’t the boring type, you could spend hours talking to him and he seemed to get everything you were saying. After some classes together, you both ended up meeting for projects and studying for exams on the library. That seemed pretty friendly and at that point you felt like it was good this way, he was a good friend.

One day, things got weird between you two. After the first year’s midterm exams you both went to a party because Jimin got in this frat and needed to bring as many people as possible to cheer for him in a kind of “initiation”. You went with Kenny and that was your very first party, so she dolled you up. When you got there it was loud and too crowded for you, but since Jimin wanted you there you stayed.

“Y/N, you made it!” Jimin said when you saw him in the kitchen.

“Yeah, when did you got here?”

“Not long ago, do you drink?” He asked you with some random bottle in hand.

“Sure.”

The night went by, soon enough you’ve learned that Jimin liked drinking a little too much. The said “initiation” was actually many drinking games with some weird penalties, like twerking in front of everybody. Jimin was pretty good at that, you truly started having fun when they announced the final game: chicken fight. The only problem was that the newcomers should have a partner to put on his back. The time Jimin glanced a look at you, you started to shake your head as saying “please no”.

“Come on, Y/N. Do it for me, please?” The puppy eyes were your weak spot.

“Fine but I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“Not a problem you can go with some of my clothes.”

Not necessary to say that the game was a total mess, Jimin almost couldn’t keep straight because of how wasted he was. But you didn’t drink that much so it wasn’t that difficult to beat the other girls. You both got to the last match and Jimin was happy and giggling.

“Y/N, you’re amazing.” You blushed at that, maybe the alcohol finally got to you.

“Let’s win this thing!”

And after what felt like a half of an hour you beat the other girl down and everybody cheered for you two. When get down from Jimin shoulders, he embraced you in a hug.

“I can’t believe you did it. WE DID IT.” He got a big smile on his face that harmed you up.

But then you felt that it was too close for you and started panicking a little, that’s when Jimin closed the space between you two and got his lips on yours. Nobody seemed to notice or care for that matter, they were too drunk for this.

“Hum, I need to go to the bathroom…”

So you almost trip getting out of the pool and heading to upstairs where your clothes were.

▪♡▪

Your Monday’s classes were you favorites, even it being Monday, Econometrics and Statistics were the reasons you chased the Economics major. At the end of the morning classes you got a message from Kenny inviting you to lunch.

“Do you even know the hellhole I went through because of you?”

“I’m sorry.” She looked sad and you know why.

“Hey, I know that something went wrong Saturday. Was it Seokjin?”

“Yeah… He told me that he liked this girl and…” She was almost crying and you embrace her in a hug.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’m fine, it was just an enormous crush no biggie.” You started laughing with her at that.

“So… Did he ditched you to go to her?”

“I wish he has done that, he asked me to play Cupid for him. I’m so angry at myself that I did it. He’s not a bad guy but damn… I can’t believe he’s that stupid.”

“Let’s change the subject, how’s your midterm project going?” Kenny made part of the Art’s Department and everyone on it had to submit twice a year to the University Art Festival, even her Audiovisual major.

“I feel stuck, it’s like I can’t vision it anymore.”

She once told you that her project were about history of our city photography, I pity her because it seems a lot of work for just one person to do. But you know she can do it, her last year’s short film were amazing, she’s brilliant with artistic stuff.

“Isn’t it too much for just you?”

“Actually, this year I can make some freshmen work for me to earn credits. I just didn’t decide who it will be.”

“WHAT? You have two months until the deadline.”

“I know, okay. I’m doing interviews this afternoon. The difficult part is done, I have the materials treated but analyzing and selecting them is not my cup of tea.”

“How many are they?”

“Around 200.”

“Girl…”

“I know right? How could you imagine this city would be that interesting.”

You both laugh at that.

“So… Do you have some time? I don’t really like meeting new people alone and those freshmen just scare me to death.”

“Just two hours, I have Statistics at 3 pm.”

“Wow, your major schedule is crazy.”

Oh, yeah it is. Ghosting Jimin made you pass more time between classes than in your own house. Worthy though, the Math Department had a good Statistics teacher. The Art’s Department is not that far from the cafeteria so you get there pretty fast, the interviews will happen in an empty classroom near the auditorium.

“At what time will they be here?”

“Probably in 20 minutes.”

And the first freshmen entered the room, she was a small girl with a timid smile called Mariam. She seemed fine but a little too clumsy, almost falling to sit on the chair.

“What are some of your interests in our department?”

“I like filmmaking and photography”

“Did you ever made part of an art project before?”

“Not really, I didn’t study arts in High School.” At that me and Kenny looked at each other, it is extremely difficult getting to any artistic related major without having any background. It’s like getting to a Med School without doing biology.

“How did you choose your degree?”

“Well… I always liked the cinematography studies I did for a Movie Club we hold with our history teacher. I never went to practice on it but I know the basics on cameras.”

“Right, I think you’re the only one showing up so…”

“Wait! I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers extended his class.” Two men entered the room with heavy breaths probably from running here. The one who talked had a quite long hair and was a little tanned. The other one… wait a minute, you knew him from the party, he was the one playing online games in his room.

“It’s fine… I know how Mr. Rogers is.”

“Well Mariam, I will let you know the results by email.” The interview continued with the one called Taehyung, but what you were looking at was Jungkook. He seemed to notice it as he stared at you for a second after turning his head away blushing.

“So you both are freshman?”

“Well… I’m a sophomore but I switched majors this year.”

In the end of the interview Kenny looked amused with Taehyung and his portfolio. Then it was Jungkook’s turn.

“Then… Jungkook, right?” He nodded “I’ve heard a lot about you in Ms. Turner class, you seem to be her favorite of your year.”

She knew him too?

“I… I’m sure it’s not true, she’s just very generous.” Kenny smiled at that, you knew that this one professor was hell on earth when it comes to personality.

“Okay, what editing programs can you work with?”

“PS, Illustrator, Corel, Lightroom and Luminar.”

“Well, have you worked with curation of photos for an exhibition?”

“Yes, back in High School.”

At the end of the interview you were running late for your class so you stared heading to the Math Department building. But before you could proceed, you saw Jungkook standing at the exit.

“Hum… Thank you for helping me at the party.”

“It was nothing.” He looked surprised that I talked to him directly. “I know how these parties are… Are you from the department?”

“Oh, no. Actually I’m just Kenny’s friend.”

“Well… I gotta go.”

“Hum… Yeah, see you.”

The man surely was not what you expected from the BTS frat house, he seemed a little lost and timid but maybe it was because you didn’t know him that well. One thing you’ve learned the past year is that you can’t be sure based on first impressions.

▪♡▪

In the end Kenny opted for going with the last two freshmen but you didn’t see any of them for the next tree weeks. You and Kenny were lunching at the cafeteria when the both of them sat on the same table as you.

“Hey guys, are you done with the descriptions yet?” Kenny seemed worried, her deadline is next month.

“Not really, there are some things we would like to discuss about it.” Taehyung said.

“What about it?”

“I don’t think the photos make sense together yet.” That’s when Kenny took a long breath.

“I know right? But I don’t know what to do anymore.”

They all seemed lost on it. “Can I take a look on it?”

All three of them were surprised but Taehyung showed you the project on a folder. The images were incredibly good in quality for the time it was taken, but they didn’t seem to be from the same city. But one took your attention, it was a small market that was in front of your house with some old man in front of it.

“Why don’t you talk to these people? Maybe they can give you a hint of how these photos could make sense together.” Kenny scoffed at you.

“And where would we find them, on the cemetery?”

“No, dummy. This market is the one in front of my house, maybe you can talk to people nearby and see if there is someone from that time still alive, it’s called Oral History and maybe I can go with you and take some notes for my microeconomics class project.”

A/N: Even if this part ended up being longer, I don’t know if I really like it. I’ll try to do better for part 3, send me any feedback you think I need :)

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can you do a what 00+99 line on how would they like their partner to be during sex? with many details please XD ps- you are my favorite writer on tumblr and i love the way you put effort on your texts. (Excuse my english, I’m from india)

Thank you so much! You’re very sweet! I’m so sorry it took so long to get to this post. I hope you like it! 💖

BTW - your English is phenomenal!

Lucas: switch; some previous experience

Lucas is a true switch - he loves being both top and bottom, sub and dom. Because of that, he needs someone who is also a true switch. He has a very strong sexual appetite, but he is also super soft. His partner would need to be able to keep up with all his sexual moods. I think he loves when you take charge in the bedroom, but if you get too carried away he wouldn’t hesitate to take back all the control from you. His favorite position would be something like cowgirl, where he could see as much of you as possible. He also really loves mirror sex so he can see all of you, but also all of him (he does have a bit of an ego and knows he’s hot).

Mark: sub-leaning switch; no previous experience

For now, I see Mark as a sub-leaning switch, but with some more sexual experience I think that may change a bit. He would be nervous about doing something you didn’t want or like so he would willingly take a backseat and let you take control. He’s so caring and careful that I think he would be very vocal in asking you what you liked and didn’t like. He isn’t overly perceptive so he needs someone to tell him explicitly what they like. I do think that he can dom every once in a while - once he’s comfortable enough with you. He’s someone who needs to be in a committed, loving, trusting relationship in order to have sex. His favorite position would anything that allows lots of eye contact - something that is very important to him. I can see him really enjoying traditional missionary.

Xiaojun: switch; a bit of previous experience

I’ve said before that Xiaojun is the member that I feel like I know the least, and that’s particularly true when talking about sex. However, I do think he’s a boob man for sure - and he goes for size: the bigger the better. I think he would love motor-boating you and is possibly into titty fucking. He’s slightly sub, but switches often when the mood strikes him or you. He needs a s/o who is ok with him exploring some of his fantasies and is comfortable with their body (particularly their breasts). I see Xiaojun as someone who prefers a partner who leads things, even though I think he’s more comfortable being on top. I actually think he’s someone who would prefer a partner who has a bit of previous sexual experience.

Hendery: dom; a bit of previous experience

I think Hendery is a dom, but slightly more on the soft-dom side. He loves being the top and needs someone who is comfortable bottoming and being a soft-sub. In the moment, Hendery is quite aggressive and passionate (i.e. likes it a bit rough), but is super cuddly and soft afterwards. He would be excellent at aftercare. He also really enjoys foreplay - especially giving and receiving oral. Overall, I think Hendery is a very sensual person who needs a partner who isn’t afraid to express and explore their own sensuality with him. While he doesn’t necessarily need someone with previous sexual experience, I think he would prefer someone who is open to new experiences and isn’t afraid to show the sexual side of their personality - in and out of the bedroom.

Renjun: dom-leaning switch; no previous experience

To me, Renjun is quite interesting in this situation. He can be very sassy and bossy outside the bedroom, so I think that could easily translate inside the bedroom. However, he’s also super soft and a bit shy, so I think he also needs someone who can teach and guide him sexually. He wants to be (and thinks he is) a dom, but I actually think he’s more of a switch. He needs a partner who can take his bossiness (and who can make him think he’s in charge - even if he really isn’t), but can also be very tender and guiding. I think Renjun is another member who needs some kind of emotional connection with his partner - though not to the extent that I think Mark does. Renjun needs a partner who will tell him what they like and what they don’t like in order for him to be comfortable in bed. I previously put Renjun as an ass man, but I’m starting to think that he’s more of a boob guy - but I don’t think he necessarily likes really big boobs. Instead, I think he likes well-shaped, perky breasts.

Jeno: sub-leaning switch; no previous experience

A lot of people on Tumblr see Jeno as this hard dom, but I just don’t see it. Yes, he could fuck you hard, but for the most part, he’s super soft and shy and I think he’s more of a sub than a dom. Sexually, he needs a partner who isn’t afraid to initiate things. Perhaps later into a relationship he would be more comfortable leading things, but initially, Jeno would be hesitant and a bit too shy. I do see him as the “strong silent” type of guy, so he’s more than capable of fucking you silly when you’re under him, but that would only happen occasionally. He prefers when you’re on top and controlling everything - that way he can be sure it’s what you want and he can learn from you. He really loves when you wear lingerie; pretty or sexy - it doesn’t matter to him as long as you wear it while having sex.

Haechan: switch; no previous experience

Haechan has three sides in bed: the first is super fun and filled with laughter, the second is very gentle and intimate, and the third is a bit kinky. Haechan loves to laugh and have a good time, so I think sex with him would be the same. Someone too serious in bed would be a turn-off for him because he thinks sex should be fun sometimes. But Haechan also craves affection and intimacy, so I can see sex with him being very intimate - lots of touching and foreplay where you worship each other’s bodies. That’s one of his kinks - giving and receiving praise and body worship. He loves both boobs and ass, but I think he really enjoys titty fucking on occasion. Because of all this, Haechan needs a partner who is as affectionate as he is, as well as someone who likes to play a bit in bed.

Jaemin: switch; a bit of previous experience

Like Haechan, Jaemin is both an ass and boob man - he just enjoys women and their bodies (not in a creepy way - he simply admires the female mind and body and everything they’re capable of). He’s another member who needs a fairly strong emotional connection in order to have sex. Eye contact is very important to him because it helps build trust and intimacy. So someone who is confident enough to look him in the eye during sex is crucial. Jaemin is quite sensual (he’s attuned to all five of his senses) and likes as many of them to be stimulated at once as possible. Because of this, I think he really enjoys seated sex where you’re facing each other so that you can look into each other’s eyes, as well as touch each other. In this position, he would love it when you run your hands through his hair and moan in his ear.

Yangyang: switch; no previous experience

yangyang needs a sexual partner who can keep up with all his randomness. He’s another true switch who, depending on his mood in the moment, can fuck you really hard and fast or be really slow and gentle. In fact, he wouldn’t hesitate to go back and forth (from fast to slow, from hard to gentle, from top to bottom) multiple times during one session. He’s an ass man, so one of his favorite positions is reverse cowgirl, where he can watch his cock enter you. I don’t think he has any peculiar kinks, but he likes changing things up so he’s never bored. Because of this, he needs a partner who is the same - someone who isn’t afraid to switch things up. For your first time, Yangyang would need someone who would initiate things. He’d want to be sure you were ready for sex and would need you to show him that you’re ready.

#nct #wayv #nct dream #nct 127 #nct blurbs #nct smut #nct scenarios #lucas #mark #xiaojun #hendery #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #yangyang

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Play Pretend pt. 5 [final]

Pairing: Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: FakeDating!AU (?), fluff, angst

A/N: Hello i’m back with the final chapter as promised! Thank you for being patient and thank you for the support throughout this series! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! i’ll see you in my next one. PS, i thought it would be appropriate to insert a different gif to celebrate the final chapter heh

Word count: 3k+

Ever since that day you ended your deal with Hyunjin, not surprisingly, within 24 hours, the news of you and Hyunjin breaking up had broken out in school. A bunch of crazy stories started going around about what had happened. Some say that you had seduced the other members of Stray Kids, while others say you had cheated on Hyunjin with the members, leading to your ‘breakup’. Of course, with such stories, people started calling you names like ‘Slut’ or ‘Bitch’ as you walk down the hallway.

It’s funny how wild some people’s imagination are and how people just spread baseless rumours like that. Just before this deal, you were known as the shy, quiet girl who is afraid to approach others. And now, you are suddenly a cheating slut who seduces her ‘boyfriend’s’ friends.

But nothing was comparable to the emptiness in your heart. Hyunjin was no longer a part of your life, not even as a friend. You have lost it all. You have tried living your days as per normal before the deal was done, but you have lived in that fantasy for what felt like an eternity that you no longer remember (or don’t want to remember) what your daily routine was like without him around.

You would stare at your phone all day, waiting for messages from him, but to no avail. You would stay in the library till peak hours, waiting for Hyunjin to pick you up only to realise that he was never going to come. You would wait by your window, ready to have your daily heart to heart talk, only to realise that you would never have one with him again. Your feet would carry you to the Stray Kids’ practice room, ready to get another casual slow dance lesson with him, only to realise that you are no longer entitled to that. You also went back to relying on takeout for meals as you could no longer join Hyunjin for dinner at his place.

Reality hit you hard that Hyunjin and you were never going to happen and you wallowed yourself in sorrow, but good thing finals were near which served as a good source of distraction for you. Every day after classes, you go straight home to prevent yourself from subconsciously walking over to the library or practice room. You also avoided walking near the street where Hayley’s café was located at, to prevent any encounters with the group. At home, you had your curtains closed while you drown yourself in revision.

The efforts you put in to avoid Hyunjin and any memories of him really paid off. You managed to finish your examinations with minimal thought of Hyunjin. After the exam period was over, the memories one by one came flooding back. You stayed home most of the time. Chan and the boys would ask you to hang out with them, reassuring you that Hyunjin wouldn’t be there for the outing since they know you were still uncomfortable with it. But you would decline and turn to binge watching all the romcom available on Netflix, not wanting to go out and risk having to meet Hyunjin who lives next door.

A week or so went by and you hear your doorbell ring for the first time in a long time. You removed the blanket off your body and paused the movie, before getting up to answer the door. You peeped through the peephole and saw eight figures standing on the other side of the door. You threw the door open and was greeted with loud hellos and bags of food. You stepped aside and let the boys in.

“You look horrible,” Chan say as he passed you.

“Thanks,” you replied, shutting the door after all of them entered the house. You walked back into your living room to see unloading the food items from the bags onto your coffee table.

“Is that ‘To All the Boys I've Loved Before’?” Seungmin asked. You mumbled a quick yeah and sat down at your usual spot on the couch. “Why are you watching romance films when your heartbroken? Doesn’t it make you feel worse?”

“Yes Seungmin, it does. I enjoy torturing myself that way,” You said jokingly.

“Ten years of unrequited love must have been a huge catalyst.” He teased. You glared at him and picked up the remote to continue the movie.

“Your house is surprisingly clean. I expected it to be in a hot mess since you know…” Chan say, looking around.

“I may be upset but I’m not a slop, Channie. Anyways, why are you all here? It’s like 6pm. Don’t you all have to practice for your showcase?”

“Well, you wouldn’t come out to hang out with us so we came,” Felix smiled, passing you a plate with fried chicken on it. “Plus it’s fine skipping practice once in a while,”

“Especially when our friend is in need. We’re here to make sure you’re fine and cheer you up if you’re not,” Changbin added.

“With fried chicken?” you asked, surprised with their choice of comfort food.

“Fried chicken makes everything better,” Woojin chirped, flashing a quick thumbs up, causing you to break out a small smile.

“No hyung,” Jisung took the plate of chicken from you and passed you a plate of chocolate cake. “Scientist say chocolate helps to improve mood or at least that’s what Hayley said.”

“No offense to Hayley but chicken is the only way to go.” Woojin took the plate out of your hands and pointed to the plate of chicken in Jisung’s hand. “Give it back to her,”

Jisung refused and soon, both of them started arguing. Meanwhile, in front of them, the rest of the boys somehow managed to make a mess while unpacking. Drinks were spilt all over the living room floor, food were all over the table. You look over your shoulder to see Chan panicking, trying to resolve the argument while helping to clean up the mess.

Despite all the chaos, your heart grew warm. The boys went out their way, skipping practice, buying you all kind of comfort food and coming down all the way to your house just to make sure you were fine. Before the deal with Hyunjin, you never had any close friends except for Chan due to your quiet and shy nature. Hyunjin was the only reason why you managed to make friends. After the incident, they had the choice to leave, but they still stayed by you as friends and you couldn’t be more grateful for them.

Before you know it, tears began rolling down the contours of your cheeks. All the boys froze at the sudden outburst of emotion from you. You wipe the tears away and let out a little sigh. “You guys are a riot,” You smiled, “I never had friends like you guys before, caring for me… I’m so thankful.” You hear a wave of “aww” and received a few hugs from the boys.

“Let’s just clean up and start eating,” You say, feeling shy from all friendly love you received from the boys. You quickly texted Hayley to thank her for the cake before helping to clean up the mess. In no time, the mess was gone and you were all digging into the food while watching the movie you had on.

Just like every aftermath of a big eating session at your place, the sun had set and all the boys except Chan had either passed out on the floor or on the couch thanks to food coma, leaving the two of you to clean up the mess. You switched off the tv and went to the kitchen to get empty trash bags. You passed an empty bag to Chan and began cleaning the place up.

“Have you talked to Hyunjin yet?” Your heart thumps when Chan mentioned his name.

“No,” You muttered.

“Well, he’s been a wreck ever since y’all ended things. He seems to really miss you,”

“Is this a joke?” you scoffed. “He wanted to be with Amelie since day 1. He used me to make her jealous and get her back. I am pretty sure we did make her somewhat jealous and now that all the deal is over, he is free to be with her or he is already with her. But you’re telling me now that he misses me? Don’t lie to me, Chan.”

��Well, ‘wanted’ is the probably the right word to describe it.”

“I don’t understand,”

“Look, Y/N. I’m not Hyunjin so I can’t tell you how he truly feels, but what I know is that he has been absolutely miserable after that day you confessed and broke things off. And, no. He’s not with Amelie. In fact, he has been cooped up in the practice room since then. All he does is practice, and I haven’t seen him dance with the same smile or energy he used to carry with him.”

“Maybe he’s just tired,” You gulped.

“Y/N, really?”

“I know,” you sighed. No matter how hard or tiring practice gets, Hyunjin would always wear a smile and give it his best. He never dances without passion.

“You should go talk to him or something,” Chan say, tying up the trash bags. You took one from him and followed him out of the apartment to toss them.

“I don’t know, Chan. I just don’t think I’m ready for it,” You sigh, opening up the bin to throw the trash bags in. “I just don’t know how to face him after confessing my ten-year long love for him. I just can’t face him now.” You added and walked back in, head pounding against your skull. There was just too much going on your mind right now and you needed time to yourself to think.

You headed to kitchen to wash your hands with Chan following right behind you. You quietly tell Chan that you were going to get some rest and was about to return to your room to avoid any more conversations about Hyunjin when Chan placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you. He turned you around to face him and sighed.

“I understand, Y/N. Before you do, I have something for you.” He pulled out a leather card holder with a lanyard attached to it and passed it to you. You peeked into the card holder and pulled out the contents.

“A backstage pass and a VIP ticket?”

“Yeah, it’s for our upcoming showcase at the performance centre next weekend.”

“I see,” You say, putting the stuff back into the holder. “Thanks for the pass and invite. I did hear that it was sold out really quick so it must have been hard for you to go out of your way to get one for me.” You smiled.

“Actually, it was Hyunjin.” Chan explained, “He was the one who requested them for you.” Your grip on the card holder tightens, smile fading from your face.

“He did….?” You asked. Chan nodded and gave you a light pat on the head.

“He said that it was probably the only way he could get to you or talk to you since you were avoiding him. So, think about it okay? I think he’s really sincere this time. Goodnight, Y/N.” He added before heading into the living room to join the boys. You went to your room and closed the door behind you. You placed the card holder on your desk and glanced at the curtained window.

Could it be true? Hyunjin really missed you and even went out of his way to get a pass and ticket just to talk to you? But, what if it was just miscommunication and Chan got the wrong message like before?

You crawled under your covers and sighed. A mixture of emotions filled your mind. You really wanted answers but you were so afraid of being hurt again. Your fragile heart wouldn’t be able to handle another rejection. Eventually, a wave of exhaustion washed over you as you knock out for night.

The day of the showcase rolled by quickly. After much dilemma, you have convinced yourself to attend the boys’ performance and face Hyunjin once and for all. You threw on one of your nicer dresses along with a long grey cardigan. You put on a pair of flats and headed to the performance centre. You handed over your ticket to the officer upon arrival and was ushered to a private area on the second level. Just as you took your seat, you felt a little buzz in your dress pocket. You fished out your phone and opened up the text message.

‘Remember to use your backstage pass after the show – Channie’

Before you could reply him, the lights dimmed and you put your phone away out of consideration for others. After a bit, the boys came running out from the side wings, wearing similar-looking leather outfits, and lined up in front of the audience.

“Step out!” Chan started off.

“Hello, we are Stray Kids!” The members cheered. Your eyes immediately wandered to Hyunjin and for a moment, your eyes met.

“Thank you everyone for coming today! We hope you enjoy the performance we have for you today! Let’s all have fun today!” You hear Chan’s voice echoed throughout the performance centre, allowing you to break eye contact with Hyunjin momentarily. The boys bowed, indicating the end of their introduction. They got into position and soon, the first song started to play. The boys performed song after song. Not long after, it was time for the final performance. The boys gathered on stage and stood in a line in front of the audience, just like how they did during the introduction, each holding a mic in their hand.

“We’ve come to the final part of the showcase.” Chan announced, gaining a bunch of disappointed “aww” and “no” from the audience. “The last song we are going to sing is dedicated to a special someone.”

“Yes,” Hyunjin’s voice echoed throughout, capturing your attention. He turned towards your direction and your eyes met once again. “This special someone has been there for all of us, especially me. However, I didn’t cherish that special someone well enough and things happened. So, this song expresses our appreciation towards that person, and also how I truly feel. This song is dedicated to you.” He added, looking right at you as he said the last sentence. Your heart skipped a beat as blood rushed to your cheeks.

The music started to play and the boys took turns to sing their parts. You kept your eyes on Hyunjin who had his head down throughout the first verse, head bobbing to the soft beat. Going into the second verse, Hyunjin raised his mic and began rapping his verse.

You were there all along, waiting for me.

But I was too blind to realise, too blind to see.

Chasing memories, unable to let go,

which started this vicious cycle’s growth.

Dragging you in to play this game.

Not knowing how you felt that day.

Took you for granted, never think you would leave.

Till the day you decided to call it quits, to my disbelief.

I never knew how painful it was, how lost I would be,

Till the day I let you go, a stupid mistake it is.

Your absence had made me realise.

That without you, something’s just isn’t right.

With you, it had always been sunshine for days.

Now, it’s just nothing but rain.

I still regret not chasing you that very day.

Regretting not taking the chance to ask you to stay.

I can only pray that it’s not too late.

To make a difference, to make a change.

Cross my heart, to god I pray,

Please say that you’ll stay.

Your heart swelled after hearing his verse and tears began to form, trickling down your cheeks, staining them. You wiped them away with your cardigan sleeve, taking in all of Hyunjin’s words. When the song ended, the boys took a bow as applause started to fill the hall. You joined in and clapped along. The boys said their goodbyes and left the stage, cuing you to run to the toilet to wash your face before going to the backstage to find the boys. You handed the one of the staff your pass and was shown the way to the boys’ dressing room. You thanked the staff, mustered up your courage and gently knocked on the door. The door flew open and Chan greeted you with a smile.

“Y/N! You’re here. The woman of the hour,” He opened the door wider for you to step inside. The moment you were in the room, all the boys except Hyunjin headed out. “I believe you two have many things to talk about, so we aren’t gonna interrupt you. Take your time.” Chan grinned, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the dressing room. Hyunjin patted the space next to him on the couch and you shuffled over to sit next to him. You look down at your hands, fiddling with your thumbs, not knowing what to say or do as awkward silence filled the room. You haven’t spoken to him or been in the same room with him for such a long time that you forgot how to function.

“Thanks for coming,” You hear him say, breaking the silence.

“O-oh yeah, no problem.”

“Erm, what do you think of the last song we did?”

“I thought it was a very touching song,” you smiled, remembering the lyrics.

“It was dedicated to you. I wrote the rap myself.”

“You did?” You looked up from your hands and faced him.

“Yeah, I meant everything I said on stage.” He smiled, putting his hands on yours. The sudden contact made blood rushed to your face, reddening your cheeks and ears.

“I thought you would go after Amelie, since it was your goal then.”

“After you ended things, I did try approaching Amelie. But, being with her felt so weird. I didn’t experience any sparks or joy while being with her. Surprisingly, I found myself looking back and remembering the time we spent together when we were a fake couple. I realised I was a lot happier with you and I may have actually fallen in love with you without myself knowing during that period of time.” He confessed. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, so you knew he couldn’t be lying.

“So you decided to tell me through a song?”

“I didn’t know I would go about approaching you, but you were also avoiding me so I couldn’t get to you. Chan advised me to use this opportunity to talk to you since you would come to support Stray Kids anyways.”

“Sorry, I just assumed you wanted me out of your life so Amelie could be in the picture.”

“No, it’s alright. I am sorry I put you through that, but again, I want you to know that I am sincere. I meant every single word I said earlier.” He gave your hands a little squeeze. “Y/N, I love you.”

“Hyunjin, I –“

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way or is not able to respond to my feelings because of what I have put you through. I just wanted to let you know I feel,” Hyunjin cut you off and began to babble off. You released your hands from his grip and cupped his face, gaining his full attention.

“Hyunjin! I love you too,”

“You do?”

“I always have and I still do,” You released your hands from his face. He immediately pull you into his arms and embraced you. His warmth and familiar, comforting scent surrounded you, enveloping you in bliss. He released his hold lightly and lifted your chin slightly.

“May I?” You nodded in reply. His lips meet yours, skin tingling at the short period of contact. “I love you,” He say again, upon breaking the contact.

“I love you too,” You leaned in, ready for another kiss when the door flew open. The boys piled in, causing you two to jump away from each other.

“I TOLD YOU THEY WERE KISSING!” The maknae screamed. Chan immediately intervened and covered his mouth. A topless Jisung approached you two. Hyunjin proceeded to cover your eyes with his hand, making you giggle.

“I know you are all about that PG life and I ain’t gonna seduce your girlfriend man. I just left my clean shirt there,” You hear Jisung complain. After 5 minutes, Hyunjin removed his hand from your face and Jisung’s torso was covered. The other boys were rummaging through lockers and drawers.

“Heh… Sorry, we just needed to grab some things. Don’t mind us, please continue.” Chan said sheepishly, rushing everyone out of the room.

“What a riot,” You laughed. Hyunjin laughed along with you, with his arm around your waist, holding you tight. “No more games right?” You asked, just to clarify.

“No more game of play pretend. It’s the real deal from now,”

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Decryption_Error: “Spooked”

Summary: Elliot and Y/N navigate through some choppy waters at the start of their relationship, and Y/N receives an interesting offer from her boss, Miles.

Story Summary, “The Server Room, Part I”, “The Server Room, Part II” “The Long Weekend, Part I”, “The Long Weekend, Part II”, “The Aftermath”, “Undecided”, “Decided”

Word Count: 4560

Tags: @sherlollydramoine @rami-malek-trash @teamwolf2411 @limabein@txmel @hopplessdreamer @ouatlovr @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @alottanothing @moon-stars-soul @free-rami @ramimedley

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A/N: Thank you, once again, to @alottanothing for navigating me around a block! I 💖 YOU

PS: I HAD to post today in the event that Sam Esmail SHREDS MY FEELINGS INTO TINY PIECES tonight 😱

The morning sun was persistent, progressing from bathing my face in a gentle glow to clawing at my eyelids, demanding I wake up. I groaned, still so sleepy, but as I stretched and finally gave in to the sun’s insistence, I smiled when I opened my eyes and took in the sleeping form next to me.

Elliot was hanging a bit off the edge of the bed, as if he were trying not to get too close to me, and I chuckled and shook my head. His bare back was exposed, and I itched to touch him, to run a finger from the top of the sheet, up his spine, and across the tiny crescent marks from my nails that were discernible between the freckles that smattered his shoulders. I had never seen anything so pretty as Elliot in this moment, and the remnants from last night’s pleasure filled me with a warmth and an ache.

I wanted to kiss him awake, but I also didn’t want to startle him. I could hear him breathing, deep and steady as he still slept, his face buried in his pillow with both of his arms tucked underneath it.

I looked around for a clock, but the closest thing was Elliot’s phone, which was sitting on the bookshelf above his bed. I scooted over to the far side of the mattress and fished my backpack out from the corner it had landed in last night.

Shit.

It was already after 9 and I was meeting my mom at a salon uptown at noon.

I tossed my phone back in my bag and reached for my underwear. As I slid them on, I looked around for my dress and saw it under the kitchen chair; my bra was dangling off a knob on Elliot’s dresser, and I silently giggled at the likelihood of it nailing that perfect landing again. I quietly made my way into the bathroom with my backpack.

Elliot was still dead to the world when I came out, dressed, and no longer obviously looking like I had just spent the night getting affectionately fucked by my new boyfriend.

I wondered how regularly he slept because the purple that appeared under his eyes was there more often than it was not. I sighed as I made my way back to the bed because I really couldn’t wait any longer. I crawled softly across the mattress before I reached out and touched his bare shoulder.

“Elliot.”

He moved, stretching and flexing his muscles until he stilled like a caught animal. He lifted his head and turned to look at me, comically slow.

“Morning . . . boyfriend,” I said, smiling, treading lightly in our new waters.

Elliot buried his face in his pillow and shook his head before he rolled over to lay on his back.

“Not a dream?” he questioned with a small smile as he rubbed his face and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Check out my nail marks on your back if you need tangible proof,” I said as I arched my brow, biting my lower lip to conceal my satisfied grin.

A blush crept onto Elliot’s cheeks as he looked up at me, a shy, slow smile spreading over his face, and in that moment, my breath hitched as I became certain I was already half in love with him.

My eyes raked over his face, taking in his slightly stubbled jaw, his disheveled hair, and the sleep that still fought with his eyelids. He really was a work of art, bathed softly in the bright light of the morning, his skin lit with the golden hue of the still persistent sun.

“I have to go,” I said, my sad tone making it obvious that going was the last thing I wanted to be doing. “I have a salon appointment with my mom uptown and you know what the trains are like on a Saturday.”

Elliot nodded, his eyes continuing to wake up, becoming more alert each time I spoke.

“I’m also meeting Franco, Jill, and a few other friends for dinner tonight. It is a “plus one” kind of situation, so—what? Why are you looking at me like I’ve grown horns?”

“Plus one?” Elliot asked.

“Plus one as in bring your boy/girl/partner.”

Elliot’s look of slight confusion immediately turned to one of horror. Early in our relationship, I could read him so well. It was like he hadn’t yet learned to guard himself from me, like he was testing what it was like to be open, to be vulnerable…to be normal.

I laughed a little and assured him it was okay if he didn’t want to go.

“I know it’s soon, but since we’re official, it would be wrong of me not to ask. I told you last night that I don’t live my life in the shadows. I’m not going to hide you away from my friends or my family,” I said, pausing before I added, “It’s not too late to bail.”

Elliot continued to look at me, his lips still closed, so I babbled on.

“And by bail, I mean from dating me, not just like from going out tonight. But if you want to bail just on tonight, that’s cool. Just do whatever makes you comfortable or whatever.”

Elliot’s lips parted as he softly laughed and I looked at him, slightly annoyed because I was unsure why this was funny.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked, his eyes watching me as my features twisted into surprise.

“I—I think you do?” I replied, questioning myself as I tried to sort through my thoughts.

“You’re always so confident, so sure of everything,” Elliot explained, his face lighting up a bit as he made another connection. “You were like this last night when I asked you to come over.”

I was quiet as I realized Elliot was right—he did make me nervous, and I had a feeling it was because I was so afraid of fucking this up, of losing him before I even had a chance to really have him. And I had almost done just that last night.

“You’re about to see a whole new frighteningly vulnerable side of me—if you’re not bailing that is.”

“I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I’m not—that I don’t know how to do this beyond, well, beyond what happened last night. And maybe, like, watching a movie and getting takeout or something.”

I laughed, “Shit, El! Then we’ve practically been dating for months already. Minus the nakedness, of course.”

Elliot laughed, and it was such a sweet, genuine laugh that it made me grin, my teeth flashing and my eyes crinkling. I shook my head as he laughed, and my eyes lingered on his face.

“I could come over after you see your friends?” he suggested as his laughter faded.

“So, that’s a ‘no’ on coming with me?”

Elliot opened, then shut his mouth, the war going on inside his head almost palpable.

“Don’t,” I began, feeling sorry for putting him back on the spot, knowing last night was a huge step for him. “You can always be honest with me—go ahead. Try it out.”

Elliot took a deep breath while his hand, which was resting on his chest, began to move as his fingers tapped on his own skin nervously.

“No. I’m—I’m not ready for…for that.”

“Okay,” I replied, smiling softly at him.

“You’re not mad?”

“No. I’m only a teensy bit disappointed because I’m going to miss you so much,” I said as I leaned forward to hover over Elliot, my lips biting back a smile.

His face erupted in a grin. Never had I seen Elliot smile so much in one interaction and knowing I was the cause of it made me happy. I closed the distance between us and kissed him sweetly, his hands reaching up to grasp either side of my face, and I sighed into his mouth at that intimate contact, and then I closed the kiss quickly and scrambled out of the bed before I lost all sense of responsibility.

“I have to go. I don’t want to go, but I have to,” I whined as I hunted around for my other sandal.

I heard Elliot shuffle into his jeans and by the time my shoes were on and my backpack was on, he was walking toward me, his pants only zipped, not buttoned. My eyes widened, and I felt my mouth go a little dry.

“You can’t fucking do that,” I said with such forcefulness that Elliot froze, his eyes looking at me and then the ground and then turning to look behind him.

“Look that fucking hot when I’m trying to get the hell out of here,” I clarified, giggling, and Elliot gifted me with that same sheepish smile from earlier before he ran his hand through his mussed hair.

I walked over to him and hooked my fingers in the top pockets of his jeans and moved him close to me, slamming our hips together. I kissed his stubbled chin, and Elliot’s arms shot around my back and squeezed. I kissed the indentation between his chin and his lower lip, then pressed my lips against his in a last, lingering kiss.

“Go back to bed, enjoy your Saturday, and I’ll text you when I’m on my way home tonight,” I said, giving Elliot one last lingering look before abruptly spinning out of his arms to force myself to leave.

* * * * *

Sunday, 8:16 pm.

I growled as I checked my phone for the thousandth time before tossing it to the other end of the sofa. I glanced at the cooking show playing on my TV and then glanced back at my phone. I twitched forward, almost reaching it before I chastised myself for continuing to check for a message that was clearly not going to come.

I walked out to the kitchen, ignored my phone, and rummaged through the fridge before shutting the door, knowing I wasn’t hungry.

I leaned against the island and closed my eyes, my mind tired. When Elliot failed to answer me on Saturday night, and each subsequent hour he failed to answer me, I ran the gamut of emotions: concern, annoyance, concern, annoyance at being concerned, frustration, anger, desperation, and now, a combination of frustration, anger, and hopelessness led me to being completely exhausted.

Clearly, I made a really big fucking mistake.

Last night, I had texted Elliot on my way home, just like we had discussed, except he never returned my message.

I waited, then messaged him again.

Nothing.

I called him, and his phone went straight to voicemail, which was, of course, one of those default robots that read the number and asked me to leave a message at the tone.

I did, stating I was worried since we had made plans.

“Just . . . answer me, Elliot,” I ended, probably sounding as hopeless as I currently felt.

This was just so fucking typical. One step forward, ten steps back. Is this really what I wanted? What any grown ass adult would want in a relationship?

My eyes snapped open and my head turned to face my door, wondering if I had imagined the small noise of a knock.

Another set of light knocks peppered through the air and I made my way to the peephole.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and quiet my agitation before I opened the door.

“Come on in,” I said, stepping aside to let him enter, annoyance present at the edges of my tone despite my attempt to remain cool.

Elliot seemed unphased, and in fact, almost unaware of my presence. As I took in his appearance, it was clear he was having a crisis. He hadn’t shaved and his hair was a mess, like he’d been tugging at it, then trying to fluff it back into place for hours. There were bags under his eyes, and he was wearing his hoodie despite the summer heat, his forehead beaded with perspiration.

“I can’t do this,” Elliot bit out, pacing around my kitchen island, his hands alternating between shoving into his hoodie pockets and twitching at his sides.

All of my anger and frustration melted away as I looked at him. The juxtaposition between the last time I saw Elliot, smiling and happy, and looking at him now was so stark that it scared me.

I walked around and cut off his pacing, reaching to grasp his arm just to still him, but he jumped back like I was a livewire. His eyes danced over my face, but his expression was similar to that night in the server room; he saw me, but I wasn’t really sure he was seeing me.

“What can’t you do?” I asked slowly and in a quiet voice, stepping back to give him space.

“This,” Elliot rasped, his voice unsteady as he motioned between himself and me.

I took a minute to swallow my hurt and to figure out what to say next. I knew Elliot well enough to know that if he really wanted to run from me, he wouldn’t be here.

“‘This’ could mean a thousand things,” I said, mirroring his gesture.

“Before yesterday, we were friends—just friends. We could talk about anything. That hasn’t changed, El. Talk to me, please. Help me understand.”

Elliot started to still his movements, as if he were forcing himself to focus, forcing himself to be present.

I walked over to the couch and took my spot on the end, leaving his spot open.

After a minute, he followed and sat down, his body stiff, closed off.

“I can’t be in a relationship with you,” he said to the chef on the TV.

“What changed between Saturday morning and now?”

Elliot finally looked at me, really looked at me, and I could see the torment in his eyes, his face an open book and before I could stop myself, I was standing, my hands moving jerkily as I tried to contain my anger.

“I told you not to hack me! Ask don’t hack. You promised! And you know what the fuck Elliot? I could hack you, too. You don’t hold the exclusive rights to invading people’s privacy—"

“I didn’t hack you,” Elliot said with agitation as he stood to face me, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “And I didn’t—I didn’t set out to hack anyone. I was just . . . curious,” he finished almost inaudibly as he hung his head.

I was silent, my anger still teetering on explosive.

He spoke to the floor as he explained, “It’s so hard not to scratch that itch when it’s so easy to reach.”

“Who did you hack?”

“Them.”

“What is it with you and being vague? Them who?”

“Your boyfriends.”

I felt like I had been sucker-punched, and my mouth popped open in an oh of surprise as the air escaped me in a whoosh of breath.

“What the fuck?” I whispered, my face contorted in anger and confusion.

Elliot moved to the balcony door and opened it, fumbling to pull out his cigarettes.

My legs backed into the edge of the couch and I plopped onto the cushion.

Elliot smoked, the smell drifting to me as I attempted to process what he had done. I sank into the cushions of the sofa and closed my eyes, even more exhausted than I had been before I knew why Elliot had ghosted me.

I listened as the balcony door slid shut and as Elliot shuffled further into the room. When he spoke, it was with such sadness.

“I’m—I’m sorry. I won’t bother you anymore,” he mumbled as he moved to the door.

“Wait,” I sighed. “I asked you to talk to me, and I still want you to talk to me. Just . . . come sit down.”

Elliot looked empty as he took his seat on the couch, like all the chaos of his thoughts and his actions had been driving him, and now that it was done, over, he didn’t know what to do with himself. One set of his fingers nervously drummed on the armrest while the others were tucked away in his hoodie pocket.

“I need you to help me understand something,” I said slowly. “Why didn’t you just ask me about my past?”

“Wouldn’t have asking you about it made me look . . .” Elliot trailed off as he struggled to come up with a word.

“Look worse than you do now?” I said, a dry smile twitching at the corner of my mouth.

Elliot shoved his other hand into his hoodie and leaned forward, clearly ready to bolt.

“Stop. Just stop trying to run. You’re here. We’re talking. Although I wish we could’ve done this last night when you were supposed to come over—"

“I’m sorry,” Elliot interrupted.

“Careful. You sound like a broken record,” I said, another twitch of a smile on my lips.

Elliot’s face remained blank, but there was an alarming uncertainty in his eyes. Like he had swum so far out of his element he was willing to just drown rather than face something this unknown to him.

In that moment, I knew. I knew that no matter how hard this was going to be, I had to try. Elliot had never let someone this far into his life, and if I left him, forgot about him, I would be setting a precedent he may not ever be able to overcome. Whatever happened to him in the past had shattered his ability to trust people, to like people. All he needed was one more reason and he would close himself off forever.

I took a deep breath, storing my momentous realization away to think about later. Right now, I had to throw him a life preserver.

“Do you remember how it felt when I told you no, when I blew you off in front of Sarah and JaLeah and didn’t come home with you on Friday? Do you remember how that hurt?”

Elliot’s blank expression broke, the hurt he felt from that night clearly not yet healed. It hurt me, too, to do this to him, but I wanted to make him understand.

“Yes,” he said quickly.

“I fucked up. And then I fixed it. Now, you’ve fucked up. So. . .”

“I have to fix it,” Elliot said slowly.

It was his turn to take a deep breath, his body slightly relaxing as he looked at me, his hands wondering out of their pockets to rub themselves on the tops of his thighs before settling.

“And then it will be my turn to fuck it up again. Or maybe you’ll take two turns in a row, then I’ll take three,” I said shrugging and smiling softly.

For the first time that evening, Elliot returned my smile with a very small one of his own.

“This is how a relationship works. We communicate. Ask—"

“Don’t hack.”

“Yes,” I said laughing softly.

“Can I—can I kiss you?”

“You can kiss me anytime you want, El.”

He got up and stood in front of me, holding out his hand. I took it, his palm still sweaty.

“It’s 80-some degrees outside,” I said as I tugged at the zipper on his hoodie.

“Habit,” he mumbled as his hands moved to my hips, and his head bent slightly to look at my lips.

I looked into his eyes and moved my hands to rest on his chest, the pounding of his heart evident beneath his clothes.

“Do I make you nervous, Elliot?” I asked in echo of his question to me yesterday.

“Yes,” he breathed, as he bent to close his lips over mine.

Elliot’s lips were dry, either from the heat or his nerves, so I reached out with my tongue to wet them, licking at their fullness until he opened his mouth, his own tongue sliding out to meet mine. We both leaned into each other as the kiss deepened, losing ourselves in it, kissing back a little bit of the happiness we had achieved the day before.

When we closed the kiss out of a necessity to catch our breath, I wrapped my arms around Elliot in a hug. I pressed my face into his shoulder, and despite not wanting to ruin a good moment, I had to ask. Like Elliot said—it was hard not to scratch an itch when it was so easily reached.

“What did you find that made you want to quit us before we even really got started?”

Elliot’s hands were locked around my lower back, and I felt them tighten, his fingertips pressing into my skin.

“I’m nothing like them,” he said into my hair, his words soft, but strongly reverberating through his chest.

I huffed out a laugh, my breath ghosting across his neck before I leaned back to look into his eyes.

“Isn’t that a good thing? I did break up with them, ya know.”

Elliot rolled his eyes.

“Because being a millionaire who speaks three languages and has a house in the Hamptons is a bad thing?”

“Is that what you want?” I asked, pulling back from Elliot to really look at him. “Is that what you think I want?”

Elliot thought for a long time.

“That’s what everyone wants, I think.”

“That’s what you think everyone wants. You’re projecting.”

I could see Elliot pull in his bottom lip, thinking over what I said.

“Security. I think everyone wants to feel that kind of security,” Elliot said.

“That kind of security,” I said slowly, choosing my words because Elliot was right. I knew people longed to live without worrying about money. I knew that, but I was fortunate enough to never have to live it.

But there was a dark side to that kind of life, and I grew up watching that darkness swallow person after person until my father distanced himself almost entirely from his wealthy friends.

“That kind of security swallows you whole. First, it’s a million dollars. Then, it’s another and another. Because it’s never enough. And, it’s one house on the beach. Then it’s two more—one in the Keys and one in Big Sur. Because it’s never enough. Soon, you find yourself rattling around one of his too-big houses, alone, surrounded by nothing but things. Alone. Always alone.”

Elliot watched my face as I talked, but he was far away to me as I wandered through the fog of my memory, remembering what it was like to be with them.

“You’re right, Elliot,” I said, shaking away my memories. “You’re nothing like them. And I’m glad.”

I turned to face Elliot again, and his eyes swept over my features, reading me, searching for the truth and finding it.

“So you still want to be with me?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Well, I already emailed HR to schedule a meeting, so I’m going to look like a real asshole if we’ve already broken up,” I said, sighing and fighting off my laughter at the absurdity of it all.

Elliot laughed, just a soft echo of the one from yesterday. Everything with him took time, especially when he had to climb out of some dark thought that had consumed him.

“Guess you didn’t bring your stuff to stay tonight?” I asked, glancing at the door to make sure I hadn’t missed his backpack.

“I was in a hurry,” Elliot said, frowning.

“Probably a good thing. We both need to get some sleep. Our meeting is at 9:15.”

“And after that everyone is going to know?”

“Yup.”

“And if we break up in a week, we look like assholes?”

“Yup.”

“Fuck.”

“I know,” I said smiling and watching Elliot’s face split into a grin.

* * * * *

“Let the record state that Ms. Y/N Y/L/N and Mr. Elliot Alderson informed Human Resources of their social relationship on the 25th of June 20--. Both parties have agreed and attached their signature to the following terms:

1. Their relationship is voluntary and consensual

2. They are both free to end the relationship at any time.

3. If the social relationship should end, they both agree that they shall not allow the end of this relationship to negatively impact their job performance.

4. They will act professionally in the workplace without public display of affection.

5. They have received and reviewed CISTech’s sexual-harassment policy, a copy of which is attached.

6. They acknowledge that the social relationship between them has not been made a condition or term of employment by CISTech.”

I listened as the secretary furiously tapped away at her keyboard, cementing this rather awkward moment of time in the company’s notes forever. Elliot had turned an interesting shade of grey at some point during the meeting, but he was starting to return to a normal color now that he could sense the end was in sight.

I gave him a small smile, one he did not return, as he was busy still staring straight at a MEMO that was just to the left of Alison Shaye’s head.

“Any questions?”

Elliot shook his head no, his body leaning forward, just waiting for the moment he could spring up and out of the room.

“I don’t have any either,” I said, smiling briefly at Ms. Shaye and tucking away my copy of the agreement.

“May I have another moment of your time, Ms. Y/L/N?” Ms. Shaye asked before turning to dismiss Elliot.

Elliot had been eagerly waiting to be dismissed, but now he hesitated, concern flickering across his face as he locked his eyes on mine.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” I said, giving him a reassuring smile. I wasn’t concerned because if something was wrong, there would’ve been a paper trail, a formal meeting—not a casual “hold on” tacked on to another meeting.

Elliot frowned, hesitant to accept my reassurance. But since he had no other option, he left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“One moment,” Ms. Shaye said dialing her phone. There was only a moment’s pause before the person she called picked up the phone and I listened to the one-sided, brief conversation.

“She’s here.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you.”

Ms. Shaye smiled, a bit awkwardly because it wasn’t really in her nature to smile, and said, “Mr. Hanson will be here momentarily.”

Miles. Well, that’s a little odd.

Before my mind could get too carried away, Miles walked in. He took Elliot’s seat, but turned the chair so it was angled more toward me. I turned to him, unprepared for what he could possibly want to say in front of the Head of HR.

Miles turned to look at Ms. Shaye.

“So, I can just offer her this because the contract states an offer and a first refusal are perfectly legal?”

“Yes, Mr. Hanson.”

“Y/N,” Miles said, turning his attention back to me. “I want to offer you a job—my job.”

If I hadn’t already swallowed my tongue, I was sure I would’ve choked on it. My mouth opened in surprise, and my hands tightened in my lap.

What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

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Prologue

Synopsis: Mad and broken hearted, you hastily write your name, joining a club you know nothing about. Meeting the boys who run it, your whole life seems to change.

Word Count: 4k

Genre: slow burn, angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Member: 00z, ft. Yangyang

A/N: This work has been a long time coming... I am so excited to finally be sharing it with you. This is going to be a rollercoaster, I can promise you that. I hope you can stick with me through it! Let’s goo and enjoy~

You can find the link to the series masterlist here

You were on your way back home from your dancing lesson, on a cloudy Thursday afternoon. As you walked the all too familiar neighborhood, your mind drifted away and you were daydreaming. Your thoughts run fast and you didn’t want them to stop.

Aloof as you were, the buzzing of your phone in your back pocket snapped you back from your reverie. The bright screen of your phone stared back at you as the familiar nickname shone against your lockscreen. You didn’t give the message a second thought, placing your phone back in your pocket and opting to read and reply to his message later.

Your boyfriend however seemed to have other plans, spamming your phone. You were only a few blocks away from your house so you paused to shoot him a quick text to call him in a bit.

You opened the messaging app and your heart stopped when you read his messages.

Kyle

Hey

We need to talk

I don’t think this is working out, we should stop seeing each other.

Sorry

It’s not you, it’s me.

Really.

You stood on the sidewalk staring back at your phone feeling like a complete idiot. Of course Kyle wanted to end things. He was way out of your league anyway. What made you even think that he would even have true feelings for you?

Then again, a text, A TEXT. Fuck Kyle. Fuck him and fuck you too for thinking you or your relationship would be anything more than a joke to him.

You would not cry. You would not go on crying for a boy that just showed you how stupid he was. You would be the bigger person.

YOU

I don’t get it. I don’t. But fine. Have it your way. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.

You sent the text without a second thought. Realizing you were still standing on the sidewalk in front of a stranger’s house, your body sparked into action before your mind did. Your feet found the way down the familiar path while your mind felt too numb to work.

After arriving safely in the confines of your home, everything became blurry. It took a few seconds for you to register that you were crying silently. The steps to your bedroom seemed endless. You found yourself lying on your bed, staring at the clear white ceiling as if it held the answers to your questions.

Your mind was still; your heart numb. The quiet buzzing of your phone next to you on the bed wasn’t enough to snap you back into reality.

Your mom made an attempt to lure you downstairs for dinner but you declined, keeping your voice low. It seemed that the quiet helped keep your sanity.

The sky burst with colour, saying goodbye to the sun for a few hours. The moon took its leading place in the sky racing to chase it around, never fast enough to catch him.

You were thirsty. Making your way downstairs you welcomed the stillness of your house, your parents off to bed. The clock on the oven announced the ungodly hour of 2:38am. You went back to your room, lying inside the covers, not even bothering to change.

You opened your phone, opening the messaging app and writing only a few words that would prove to be enough.

YOU

He ended things. It was a rough afternoon. Meet me before school tomorrow.

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You woke up the next morning feeling like absolute shit. Your head throbbed like a hundred smiths were hammering on it ruthlessly. Your throat ached, your eyes were puffy.

You tried to avoid your mom’s eye during your quick breakfast. She only half-knew about Kyle and you weren’t ready to explain yet. You dressed sloppily, getting ready for school. On your way there, you blasted music on your headphones, in an attempt to silence your thoughts.

Before the school gates stood your best friend. She looked ready to slit some throats, you could feel frustration radiating off of her. Carefully folding your headphones, you turned to put them in your backpack.

“Y/N”! She screamed upon seeing you.

She rushed to you and the smile that spread on your face was a genuine one. Wrapped up in her arms you felt safe. You were not alone anymore. She was here and you were going to be together for most of the day.

You were going to be okay.

“You don’t have to say anything. The text was enough.” she whispered in your ear.

She understood. It was going to be okay.

“Elena” you started, breaking the hug and looking your best friend in the eyes. “Thank you”.

She beamed at you. Grabbing your hand, she went on rambling about how her favorite band were probably preparing their next album and how she was STRESSED. You welcomed the distraction, nodding at her words to show you were listening.

You stood next to her as she grabbed some things from her locker. Your eyes skimmed the notice board on the opposite wall. All the clubs were written there, the school teams and news.

A plain piece of paper stood out to you. It was white, with bright red letters. You left Elena’s side and walked closer.

“Don’t need your love club”

Five slots, all scribbled with hasty handwriting followed, and a small PS at the end.

“Fuck your ex. Fuck your love life. Meeting Mondays 5pm”.

“Don’t need your love club? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before”, Elena said, now by your side.

Fuck your ex indeed. Without much thought you turn to Elena.

“I need a pen”

“You’re joining? Why?’” she asked.

It was true that besides dancing, you never showed much interest in clubs. You didn’t even know if you were going to follow up with it. But writing your name on that paper amidst your frustration felt good.

You wrote your name and turned to face your best friend. You found her looking away from you, in an almost panicked state.

“Y/N. Don’t look. Don’t look, but he is coming over” Elena whispered.

“A small victory, followed by a large defeat” you thought.

You stare at the wall, trying to find something interesting to look at. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the way your heart raced, fighting to break through your ribcage and into his hands.

“Y/N…” he started and you felt a sob shake your body.

“What do you want?” Elena asked for you.

“Can I talk to Y/N alone for a second?” he asked, turning to her.

“What would you have to say? You said plenty yesterday.” Elena answered.

“I just want to explain. If you just let me…” he said reaching for your shoulder.

You flinched away from his touch, finally turning to face him. He looked fine. It bothered you so much that he looked at you with those innocent eyes of his, looking at you the way he would look at you before. As if he hadn’t just broken up with you through text.

He was startled by your reaction. Quickly composing himself, he tried again.

“Y/N…”

“No. Stop. I have nothing to say to you.” You told him proud of your steady voice.

“I can explain. Please.” He said.

What was he pleading about? He started all this. He should reap what he sowed.

You moved your backpack further up on your shoulder.

“I. Have. Nothing. To. Say. To. You.” You said emphasizing each word. “Now, I have to go to class”.

You pushed his shoulder in your attempt to get away from him. You feared he would try to grab you, turn you to face him again, try to explain. He didn’t.

You couldn’t decide whether you preferred it that way or not. Trying to breathe, you walked towards your classroom. Elena was next to you in no time. She was talking to you, but you couldn’t hear.

Blocking everything out, you let the day pass past you without paying it any mind. Your mind couldn’t focus for more than a few seconds at a time and it left you disoriented and dizzy. You vaguely remembered Elena being there for most of your classes as you sat in your chair wondering what your teachers were talking about.

Returning home that night, you turned off your phone, leaving it to lie upon your desk, next to your laptop. You needed some time off the grid. Snuggled deep inside your covers, watching re-runs of FRIENDS and reading, your heart finally began to feel a bit lighter.

Your mind was calm and your heart (mostly) in peace by the time you picked up your phone again. Opening it, messages started pouring in, from Elena, other friends and even your dance instructor.

You smiled seeing all those people reaching out and trying to help. You felt bad about blocking them out, but you also knew you needed it. You went through your messages, replying to everyone before setting your alarm for the next day and falling asleep.

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Mondays were always the worst. You started your day content, getting from class to class and keeping notes. As your lunch hour approached with you and Elena barely making it through a Physics quiz, you couldn’t wait for the day to be over and done with.

Sitting down next to your friends, you felt a tiny bit better. You were still tired and you couldn’t wait for the day to be over. You were taking small bites at your chicken sandwich, when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder and a voice calling your name. Turning around you were met with Renjun.

“Renjun, oh my God hi!” you said, getting up and giving him a hug.

You couldn’t really say you and Renjun went way back. He was one of those people you could just be casual friends with. You shared a couple of classes, you talked on and off but that was about it.

“I’m sorry for bothering you while you’re eating, I couldn’t find you the rest of the day” he apologized.

“It’s no problem, come sit down. Hey Iz, scoot over a bit” you said as you both sat down. “So, what’s up?”

“It’s nothing big, I just wanted to ask you something” he said.

You thought it was super weird that Renjun had something to ask you. He was almost a genius, getting the best grades in almost every class. What help could you be to him? You didn’t voice any of this however, seeing that his expression was serious.

“Shoot away. I hope I can help!” you answered.

“You signed up for the Don’t Need Your Love Club? Why?” he asked.

You were taken aback by his question to say the least. So it wasn’t about classes or homework. That’s why he came to you. Trying to compose yourself, you replied.

“I- I did, but how would you know?”

“I’m a member too. See it’s kind of a running joke between me and my friends… Not really a club. We just wanted an excuse to stay at school and see each other so that’s all we came up with.” He said.

“Oh, am I ruining your party? I don’t want to be a burden or anything-” you were saying but he cut you off.

“No, no, nothing like that. I just thought you and Kyle-” he started, but looking at your expression, he cut his sentence short.

“I’m sorry for bringing it up, I didn’t know…” he trailed off.

“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not right now, but I’m going to be fine. To be totally honest with you, I don’t really know why I signed up to the club. I was kind of pissed at Kyle for breaking off things with me. It felt good writing my name on that piece of paper. Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.” You told him, smiling apologetically.

“It’s fine, I get it. Maybe you should come after all. It’ll do you good. Kind of like an AA meeting” he said, giving a laugh.

You shot him an incredulous look “We’re underage!” you screeched.

“I said almost!” he replied, both of you laughing it off.

He gave you a small hug, before getting up.

“5pm. Meet me outside the computer room on the second floor.” He told you walking away.

“I’ll be there!” you answered.

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Time seemed to slow in an unforgiving pace after your meeting with Renjun in the cafeteria. The clock on the wall of your classrooms mocked you as you watched the minute clock chase the hour hand around.

You didn’t really know Renjun’s group of friends. You were almost certain Jeno, one of the basketball team’s stars, was his friend. You had also seen him hang around with Donghyuck, a semi familiar classmate of yours. Renjun wasn’t popular, but he was extremely kind and friendly, so seeing him walking around with someone wouldn’t really be a clue… Would it?

What got you feeling anxious was a group photo Renjun had uploaded on his Instagram. It showed five boys, all people you recognized from around school, without really knowing them. The photo showed the boys in different poses and you could tell they were having a blast.

What if these were the friends Renjun talked about? What if they were mean or rude to you? What if they just didn’t like you and forced you out of the club?

You knew you were reading too much into it, but you really couldn’t help being nervous. You tried to calm down and focus back to what your teacher was saying in front of you but you seemed unable to bring your mind to rest. Finally, with a promise to meet next week with a new topic, your teacher let you go just as the bell rang.

You took your time as you gathered your things. Walking in the hallways, there was the usual hustle and bustle of students dropping things off or picking things up from their lockers, looking for their friends or speaking with one another.

Unlocking your locker, you left most of your things inside, almost emptying your bag. You hated carrying stuff around when you didn’t have to so you just made a mental note to come by before leaving.

“So, ready to go?” Elena said behind you, making you jump.

“Jesus girl you almost gave me a heart attack!” you scolded her, giving her a playful shove.

“Can’t help it if you’re always on edge! Relaaaax!” she dragged out.

“I am walking in unknown territory here you know” you stated matter-of-factly.

“How so?” she asked.

You turned to her, giving her a pointed look. She realized she had forgotten something, so she got to thinking. Elena tended to be forgetful about things in the most adorable way possible, making you unable to get mad at her. You gave her some time until she got it.

“You have the thing with Renjun!” she said, proud of herself.

“Ding ding ding!” you told her sarcastically.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that cute guy is gonna be there too!” she said.

“What cute guy?” you asked.

“Oh, you know which one, the guy who just transferred here! You don’t? Oh he is CUTE I’m telling you. He has a weird name though, can’t remember” She said.

“I’ll take your word for it!” you replied.

After bidding Elena a quick goodbye, you walked up to the second floor looking for the computer room Renjun had mentioned. After finding it you looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Checking the time, you realized you were still a few minutes early so you did your best to keep yourself entertained until Renjun showed up.

You were just about to beat your high score to the game you were playing when you heard the sound of footsteps rushing towards you. Renjun threw you a huge smile upon seeing you and you returned it.

“I almost forgot I had to pick you up! C’mon, the others are already there!” Renjun said, excited.

Renjun clasped your hand in his and dragged you through the hallways. You were running, feet echoing on the empty halls, but your laughter was even louder. You begged Renjun to slow down but he just laughed and urged you on even more.

Renjun finally managed to slow down before the auditorium doors.

“We have the whole auditorium for ourselves? How many people are there?” you asked, trying to catch your breath before walking in.

“Five, now six I guess. We wanted to bid you a warm welcome so Yangyang and I skipped class to prepare something for you.” Renjun announced.

“Renjun, you shouldn’t have! I hate being in the spotlight, what am I going to do?” you told him.

“It’s a silly thing, I’m just being dramatic. Don’t worry! I’ll be next to you the whole time, I promise. Besides, we’re all friends here, and the guys are waiting to meet you!” he said.

With the mention of “the guys” your heart dropped. You really didn’t know what you should expect to find behind those doors. You tried your best to calm your heart and silence your mind.

“The second you leave me alone, you’re dead Huang Renjun” you told him, attempting to give him a scary look.

Renjun reacted immediately, saluting to you and then bursting in laughter. He grabbed your hand again and you couldn’t help thinking how soft his hands were, while yours were sweaty and almost shaking.

You walked through the doors together, and you were met with a huge banner, painted in red and black reading ‘KYLE YOU SUCK’. Three boys were standing in front of you, smiling wildly, party poppers at hand. You tried to cover your ears but Renjun’s hold on your hand was firm, so you just turned and buried your face in his arms.

“WELCOME TO THE CLUB” the boys shouted behind you.

“You okay?” Renjun asked in a low voice.

“I’m going to kill you” you whispered back at him.

Renjun only beamed back at you and lead you to his friends. Introductions were in order so you quickly found out that the transfer student’s name that Elena talked to you about was Yangyang. Of course, Jeno was there, offering you his signature eye smile. Lastly, there was Jaemin, your school’s official heartthrob.

You recognized them all from Renjun’s Instagram, but you didn’t mention it, politely smiling at all of them, even hugging Jaemin. You were just about to note that someone was missing when Yangyang spoke up.

“Hey, have any of you talked to Hyuck today? He wasn’t in any of the classes we share.” He asked the other boys.

“He said he would show up eventually… Don’t worry about it, he’s going to be here.” Jeno responded.

“Why don’t we sit down? There’s no reason for us to be standing.” Jaemin offered.

You all went to fetch chairs and placed them wherever you wanted, but keeping close to each other. Renjun waited for you to place your chair somewhere and came to sit right next to you.

As it was expected from good friends, the conversation quickly shifted to trivial matters. You found out that you and Yangyang shared the same passion for dancing, although you had to admit that his burned a little brighter. Jeno, Renjun and Jaemin talked about classes and projects you had no idea about. It didn’t feel awkward, it didn’t feel forced and you found yourself enjoying the company of the boys more than you thought you would.

You and Yangyang were watching a video of one of his competitions when the auditorium door burst open and someone walked in. Donghyuck walked in and the reaction from the boys was instant. Renjun left your side to greet his friend. He led him towards you and tried introducing you.

“Y/N, this is-” he started, but he was cut off by Donghyuck.

“We’ve met” Donghyuck flatly stated.

“Oh” Renjun said. “Well finally, another familiar face for you, Y/N!”

You wanted to shake your head, to tell Renjun that what he said was so far from the truth. You forced a smile to your face and looked at Donghyuck.

Donghyuck disliked you since the first day he met you. You had shared classes in the past and in every single one he avoided you as much as he could. When he felt especially feisty, he would make sure to comment on anything you did or said that day. He had found a brilliant way to push your buttons and he seemed to enjoy it like nothing else.

The group’s dynamic changed with the arrival of Donghyuck, all turning to hear where he had been all day. You couldn’t help but feel like you were intruding, but as Renjun took his seat next to you again, you knew you couldn’t slip way.

Donghyuck leisurely took his seat opposite from you, shooting you a pointed look. How could you describe it? It was an intense stare, like he was staring right through you and into your mind, reading your every thought. He looked away first, turning to Jeno and recounted the events of the day.

You dropped your head, opting to look down at your phone and try to block out the conversation. You scrolled mindlessly through Instagram when you heard Renjun’s voice quietly whisper in your ear.

“You want to get out? I can walk you home.”

“I do actually… There’s this assignment I have to turn in tomorrow.” You whispered back.

Renjun only nodded back at you. When Donghyuck finished telling his day’s adventures, he immediately spoke up.

“Okay you guys go on if you want, Y/N and I are going to head home.”

“So soon?” Yangyang turned to you.

“Yeah, sorry everyone, there’s this assignment I have to work on” you said.

“Well if it’s about school work there’s not much we can do” Jeno said, hugging you good-bye.

“Oh yes, God forbid goody-two-shoes Y/N turns in something late, the world is going to fall apart” Donghyuck said.

Taking a deep breath you decided to brush him off. Having said your good-byes, you and Renjun left the auditorium. You stopped by at your locker, taking the things you needed and started the short walk home.

This would be the time you would take out your headphones, play some music and allow it to wash over you. You loved listening to music while you walked, feeling the steady rhythm of your feet on the pavement and the bass of the music leading you on and on.

However, you had to admit that walking back with Renjun was just as enjoyable. You talked effortlessly as you walked close together, your hands brushing at your every move. Somehow, without you noticing, Renjun was holding your hand again. You smiled looking down at your entwined hands.

Arriving at your house you turned and hugged Renjun.

“Thank you for today. You were right, I did need this. Thank you for the banner too it was… Rewarding?” you said, unsure at your choice of words.

You felt the giggle rush through him in the hug. As you both broke away, he graced you while a wide smile.

“I’m glad it helped. Really.” He said.

“I know you are.” You said.

He was about to say something, you could see it in his eyes. He chose not to though, only turning you around and softly pushing you towards the door.

“The assignment isn’t going to write itself! Off you go ‘goody-two-shoes’”

There was a tone of endearment in the way Renjun used the nickname, a tone that made your heart feel a certain sort of way. You didn’t let him see it though, only walked to your house. When you got to your front door, you turned around and weren’t surprised to see him standing in the same spot. You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed, head falling back and eyes closing.

It was a beautiful sight, you decided. As an artist yourself, you loved beautiful things and so you’d have to put Renjun’s heartfelt laugh on that list.

And that wasn’t a bad thing at all.

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