#yes my school started back after winter break LATE >:(

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The Christmas Boyfriend — yjh

summary: when you tell your mom the little white lie that you have a boyfriend, you don’t expect it to evolve into bringing your friend with benefits home for christmas. what can go wrong?

tags: fluff, smut (minors dni), fwb, fake dating, college!au warnings: ok the smut is likes less than 2k words of this fic tbh, conversations about birth control, mention of unsafe sex, explicit sex, oral, fingering, praise, cum eating, creampies wc: 12.7k an: guys im not used to writing jeonghan so if his characterization is off im so sorry fdsak anyways writing this made me want to go ice skating :((

“Sweetie! I’m so excited for you to come home for Christmas!” Your mom calls over the phone.

“Yeah Mom, me too,” you say with half sincerity.

“Oh and make sure you bring that cute boyfriend with you too! I want to meet him, you’ve told me almost nothing about him!”

You pause. Boyfriend? Boyfriend.

Oh shit.

“Hey Mom?” It was the end of summer and you were about to go back to university.

“Yes sweetie?” Your mom was bustling around the kitchen getting ready for dinner.

“Do you think that I could go on birth control?” These worlds made your mother stop.

“Birth control? Why do you need to go on birth control? I know your cycle is normal, so who are you having sex with? Oh please don’t tell me you’re sleeping around,” your mom huffed exasperatedly.

“I’m not!” Technically you weren’t sleeping around. You were sleeping with one person, repeatedly. “I have a boyfriend Mom, and we use protection, but it would be nice to have an extra layer of protection.” It was…somewhat the truth. You tried to use protection but every once in a while you…didn’t. You’d taken a lot of Plan B lately.

“A boyfriend! Why didn’t you tell me? Tell me all about him!” The problem is…you didn’t have a boyfriend. You had a Jeonghan who periodically fucked you during the school year. You hadn’t seen him all summer but you knew that as soon as the school year started again you guys would start right back up.

“His name is Jeonghan, he’s studying business. We’ve been dating since the beginning of the year.”

“Oh tell me more! I want to know, please. I have to meet him immediately.”

And that’s how you spent the rest of the day making up half-lies about Jeonghan and convincing your mother to let you on birth control.

You honestly forgot you told your mom that lie, and now it’s coming back to bite you in the butt. You hadn’t brought him up to your mom since and now you either have to tell her you guys broke up or you have to convince Jeonghan to spend part of winter break with your family pretending to be your boyfriend. Knowing your mom, the latter will be easier.

“You told your mom WHAT?” You decide to tell Jeonghan after you guys finish having sex.

“I told her…that we’re dating.”

“Why?”

“You came inside me two minutes ago, you really wanna ask why? She would be so upset if she knew I was in a friends with benefits situation but if I tell her I have a boyfriend that I trust and care for, she’ll let me go on birth control.”

“Why did you have to ask her to go on birth control?” Jeonghan asks as you start to get dressed.

“I’m a college student Jeonghan, birth control isn’t free and if I ask my mom I can put it on her insurance. C’mon can you do this one thing for me? My mom is a great cook and it only has to be for a little bit, only one day really!”

“This really means that much to you?”

“Yes.” You’re practically making puppy dog eyes at him now.

“Well, you know, I just so happen to need somewhere to stay during winter break. So…I guess I’ll be staying with you and putting on the best show for your mom. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”

You just grin at him.

“Sweetie! You’re home! Honey come here, our daughter is home!” Your mom runs out of the house to greet you, scooping you up into a hug. “Oh, oh, is this him?” She glances over your shoulder excitedly to where Jeonghan is standing behind you by the car.

“Mom, this is Jeonghan…my boyfriend.” You have to force the last bit out. 

“Oh he’s so handsome! It’s nice to finally meet you Jeonghan, I’m so happy you’re joining us for the holidays.”

“Thank you for allowing me to stay with you.” Jeonghan accepts your mom’s hug.

“Of course! You’ve been dating my daughter for almost a year now, anything you need we’ll be here.”

“Is that them?” A booming voice comes from the house. You look over to see your dad and brother standing on the porch.

“Honey, come meet Jeonghan! Look how handsome he is!”

You sigh, it’s already going to be a long four weeks.

“I’m…sorry about them,” you tell Jeonghan when you’re finally alone in your room, where your mother insisted Jeonghan stay with you. For someone who disapproves of casual sex, she sure does support ‘healthy love making between couples’. You don’t even want to think about her and your dad.

“I can’t say you didn’t warn me,” Jeonghan chuckles. “They all seem really nice though.”

“They’re…something,” you mutter. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed. Once again I’m really sorry about my mom.”

“It’s fine, I’m serious, stop stressing out. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before,” he jokes. 

You roll your eyes. “That reminds me. We have to lay down some ground rules.”

“Ground rules?” Jeonghan cocks an eyebrow curiously, and a bit skeptical. 

“Yes. I know it sounds silly and cliche, but really, we need to talk about it.”

“I don’t know what the big deal is. We just have to pretend to be a couple, that’s not hard. Hugging, kissing, all that gooey stuff.”

“What if my parents ask about our relationship? Are you sure you’re okay being coupley with me all the time? I-”

“Babe,” Jeonghan starts, “stop worrying. You make it seem like you have zero faith in me. Trust me, I can be the best fake-boyfriend you’ll ever need.” You scrunch your nose up at him calling you ‘babe’ in a non-sexual setting, but you guess you’ll have to get used to it.

“Still…if you even want to back out, just tell me and we can make up some excuse for you having to leave or-”

Jeonghan cuts you off once more, “Stop worrying. It’s the holiday season, let’s have fun! If your parents ask about our relationship just leave it to me.”

You stare at Jeonghan unsure, all too familiar with his antics. You can tell Jeonghan is about to counter your look when all of a sudden your door is flung open.

“Mom said dinner is ready!” Your brother announces.

You admit defeat on having this conversation with Jeonghan, leading him downstairs to where everyone is taking their place around the dinner table. The table feels just slightly cramped with the addition of the chair added for Jeonghan squeezed in next to yours. The top of dinner is quiet besides a few “could you pass the salt” or “this tastes great Mom” thrown in. It isn’t until your dad is going in for seconds when your mom speaks up.

“So, Jeonghan, tell me about yourself. Pumpkin has barely told us anything about you.” 

You internally groan at the childhood nickname your family still insists on using for you, and you hope it goes unnoticed by Jeonghan. Unfortunately, not much slips past him.

“Pumpkin?”

“A terrible nickname from when I was little,” you explain, slightly glaring at your mother.

“I think it’s cute.” You so desperately want to smack the smug look off Jeonghan’s face.

“It is cute,” your mom interjects. “It’s based on these adorable photos we took during her first fall. We did a photoshoot and put her in a pumpkin, it was just darling. Remind me later and I’ll pull out the photobooks.” Your mom winks at Jeonghan and you’re starting to realize just how big of a mistake this was. “Now, back to what I was saying. Tell me about yourself, Jeonghan.”

“Well there’s not much to say. I’m a business major, I enjoy sports and spending time with my friends.”

“He’s an amazing singer,” you jut in. You’re not sure why. Maybe it’s because Jeonghan is selling himself short. “He’s a part of the University’s choir. And he models for the fashion students.” You can see Jeonghan blush under your praise.

“Aw, that’s nice. And how did you two meet?”

“We met through a mutual friend, and then ended up having a class together the following semester. First time we met I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I’m just lucky she gave me the time of day.” Jeonghan makes a show of grabbing your hand in his, clasping them together on the table. Even though you know it’s for show, the display makes your stomach flip a bit.

You do take note that his story is true for the most part. At least the part about you two meeting and then sharing a class. You’re pretty sure the part about you being “the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen” is just fluff to appease your mom. It does the trick though, as your mom coos at Jeonghan’s words.

She continues to ask Jeonghan questions about himself and your relationship, and Jeonghan keeps delivering. He tells her stories about him attempting to flirt with you and you being too oblivious to realize. You roll your eyes the whole time, knowing what he’s actually talking about. The three weeks he spent continuously trying to hit on you before you finally agreed to go on a date with him. 

Speaking of the date, Jeonghan also tells that story. In real life what happened with Jeonghan invited you over to watch a movie, you both got a little tipsy, and ended up fucking right on his couch. Neither of you asked for a second date, but did start to booty call each other, so that’s something. The way Jeonghan tells it to your mom is a lot more…wholesome.

“We went out to see a movie, her choice of course.” Lie, Jeonghan forced you to watch The Notebook. “Then afterwards I didn’t want the date to end so we got dessert and went back to my apartment. We spent the whole night talking before she eventually fell asleep on my couch. It was adorable.”

“Oh stop,” you mutter, trying your best to sound playful.

“It’s true. The way your nose twitches when you’re dreaming and the little huffs you let out. How can I find that as anything but the cutest thing ever?” Jeonghan then leans in and presses a quick kiss to your warm cheeks.

You’re aware you do those things in your sleep, it’s something you’ve done ever since you were little, but you weren’t aware that Jeonghan knew about them. Everytime you sleep over at Jeonghan’s, or he spends the night at yours, he always complains in the morning about how you elbowed him in your sleep all night. 

“Oh you two are just so cute!” Your mom exclaims. She then turns to you, “How dare you keep him away from us for so long.”

Your brother is obviously doesn't care for the topic of conversation and excuses himself from the table. Your mom realizes that dinner is now officially over and she and your father start to clean up the table.

“Don’t go far, Jeonghan. I need to show you those baby pictures!”

“Noooo.” You tug on Jeonghan’s sleeve, like it might somehow convince him to go back upstairs with you, but of course not. Of course Jeonghan wants to see all of your baby photos.

You know this shouldn’t really bother you this much. Everyone has baby photos. The issue is you were an extremely unphotogenic baby. Your brother has maybe some of the cutest baby photos you’ve ever seen. Not you. You look like a gremlin, to the point your baby photos became a meme between you and your friends in high school.

Your mom makes a pot of coffee for all of you before she’s shuffling into the living room and pulling out the large fifty page photo album of you from newborn to age four. Jeonghan follows suit and you reluctantly take your place next to him on the couch. 

The first few pages aren’t bad. They’re all photos of you still in the hospital when you were first being held by your mom and dad, swaddled in a cute little pink blanket that you know your mom has stored somewhere up in the attic. 

The first bad photo doesn’t show up until a few pages in, after you were brought home. It’s a photo of you crying, your face all scrunched up in an ugly expression. You think it’s hideous but it’s one of your dad’s favorite baby photos of you. Jeonghan chuckles slightly and you shove him lightly.

Shortly after that the infamous pumpkin photo shows up. It’s you sitting in a pumpkin, a stupid, blank look on your face as you chew on the pumpkin. There’s a little orange beanie on your head that’s just a little too big for your head.

“Aww, look at that little pumpkin,” Jeonghan giggles.

“Shut up,” you grumble, glaring down at the picture.

Unfortunately for you, it only gets worse from there. There’s the photos from when you were two years old and constantly had messy hair and a stupid expression on your face. And then the photos of you at three when all you would do was pout at the camera. Then the photos from when you were four and somehow every photo was taken at just the wrong second.

Your mother and Jeonghan have a great time, cooing at each photo, your mother giving an anecdote every once in a while. It isn’t until near the end that Jeonghan finally looks over at you, on his other side. He smiles at the slight pout on your face.

“C’mon babe, stop pouting.” Jeonghan scoots closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. Even if it’s just for show, you can’t help but admit it is slightly comforting. Jeonghan then leans in and whispers to you. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You really are the cutest little baby. I mean that’s not a surprise, you’re still cute, aren’t you baby?”

Your face heats up at his words. You’re not sure why he’s laying it on so thick when you’re sure your mom can’t even hear him. You suddenly stand, trying to subtly get distance between you and your fake boyfriend.

“Well, it’s getting late and I’m tired after all of that traveling today. We’ll see you in the morning Mom.”

Jeonghan finally allows you to pull him back upstairs and into your room. You let out a deep sigh as soon as the door is closed and you move to start getting ready for bed.

“Are you okay?” Jeonghan asks you as he changes into his pajamas as well. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable or cross any boundaries did I?”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you assure him. “You’re just doing what any boyfriend would, so keep it up, actually.”

“Okay…” Jeonghan says, the skepticism in his voice. You don’t say anything else though and Jeonghan drops it, thankfully.

You both crawl into bed and you try not to think about how you can feel his body so close to yours. As you close your eyes you can’t help but think you’re not sure how you’re going to make it through the rest of the break.

“We’re going Christmas tree shopping today!” Your mom announces cheerfully when you and Jeonghan make your way downstairs for breakfast. 

“You guys haven’t gotten a tree yet?” You ask.

“We were waiting for you,” your mom explains. “So we could go as a family and then decorate it together.”

After breakfast your whole family piles into your dad’s car and you take off to the Christmas tree lot. There’s Christmas music playing on the radio as you drive and you can hear Jeonghan softly sing along.

You’ve always liked Jeonghan’s voice. You find his high, light voice angelic and you could listen to him sing all the time. You tune out the chatter of your parents in favor of listening to Jeonghan the whole ride there. A part of you is glad that only you can hear him, taking this as a moment for yourself. 

As soon as the car parks and you all climb out of the car, Jeonghan reaches over and grabs your hand in his. You look over at him to see him smiling at you and you smile back. There’s a bite in the air as you two walk through the trees and you appreciate the warmth of Jeonghan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, what a darling couple,” you hear an old couple whisper as they walk past you two. 

“Hear that? We look darling together, darling” Jeonghan jokes after they’re out of earshot. You roll your eyes but there’s a smile on your face as you playfully knock your elbow into Jeonghan’s side.

You and Jeonghan continue to walk around, looking at trees, until your father finds you two to tell you that your bother found the perfect tree. Your brother is bouncing around when you three make your way to the tree and he looks at you and Jeonghan proudly.

“Good choice, little man,” you tell him.

“Yeah, looks like a great tree,” Jeonghan agrees, which makes your brother smile even more.

Your family is standing in line to pay for the tree when your mom gasps. You look over at her to see her giddy face as she points up. You glance up to see the sprig of mistletoe places directly over you and Jeonghan’s heads.

“Well look at that,” Jeonghan says amused. “It looks like we have to kiss. By the laws of Christmas of course.”

“By the laws of Christmas?”

“Of course. I don’t want to end up on Santa’s naughty list,” Jeonghan teases you. You shake your head, smiling.

“If you say so.” You lean in and press a kiss to Jeonghan’s lips.

You’ve never actually kissed him outside of having sex, but it comes surprisingly natural to you. Jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer for just a moment, before pulling away. The tip of his nose and ears are pink and there’s a slight twinkle in his eye and he grins at you.

“You have cooties now,” your little brother announces from beside you and you and Jeonghan both burst out laughing. 

On the ride back home, your whole family sings along to the radio, and your mother compliments Jeonghan’s voice, which makes him flustered.

After you get back home, your dad and Jeonghan struggle to get the tree to fit through the door as you and your mom snicker at them. After they finally get it into the living room, you, Jeonghan, and your brother get to work decorating it. When your brother asks why your parents aren’t helping, your dad says he did all the work by paying for it.

The three of you (mostly you and Jeonghan) spend way too much time untangling lights before you string them up, finally allowing you to get to the good part. Your family’s ornaments are stored in a large plastic tub and you get to work digging through them. You’re not sure how many your family owns, but you’re sure it’s enough to cover three trees in whole. The tub isn’t organized in any way and you do your best to pick and choose which ones you think will make the best decorations.

Jeonghan kneels down beside you and starts to look through the tub as well.

“These ornaments are cute,” Jeonghan comments as he picks up a small stuffed animal snowman with a loop attached to it. He reaches over to place it on the tree.

“Yeah, it’s a part of my grandparents’ gift to us every year. An ornament for both of us.” You pick up a decoration with a family picture on it and you hang it up.

“You were so small in that one,” Jeonghan says, referencing the picture you just added to the tree.

You glance over the photo. You’re maybe five or six, way before your brother was born. You’re squished between your parents on a bench with Christmas lights behind you. You’re bundled up in a puffy winter jacket and a hat is squashed into your head. It’s a sweet photo.

“You know, this is all quite unfair,” you tell him. “You’re going to have to show me your childhood photos at some point now.”

“Now I don’t know if that was part of the deal.”

“Well we might just have to make it so. I’d love to see tiny little Hannie.”

“Maybe I could strike up a deal…”

You’re about to make a comment on Jeonghan’s sneaky ways, when you feel a tap on your leg. You look down to see your brother standing next to you with a sled shaped ornament in his hand.

“I need help putting this on the tree.”

“I got you buddy.” Jeonghan moves over to pick your brother up, lifting him up so your brother can place the ornament on the tree.

The moment is oddly sweet and when Jeonghan lets him down, he gives your brother a high five after. Jeonghan walks back over to the tub before picking up an ornament. After closer inspection you realize that it’s the ornament shaped like a little bunny with a fluffy cotton tail and a pink scarf. You quickly lunge forward and snatch it out of his hands.

“Aish!”

“Sorry!” You exclaim, holding onto the ornament. “But you can’t place this on the tree.”

“Why not?”

“Because…,” you hesitate, suddenly embarrassed. 

“That’s her favorite, she has to place it on the tree every year. In its special spot,” you mom answers as she walks into the room, carrying a tray of cookies. 

Jeonghan just chuckles before leaning in to wrap his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek. You flush, trying not to think too much of it. It’s just because your mom is standing in the room. “That’s so cute. In its ‘special spot’?”

“Yes,” you mumble. You move out of Jeonghan’s grip to lift the ornament and place it at the top of the tree, right under where the star sits. The idea is more embarrassing now that Jeonghan is staring at you, the smug little grin on his face, but you can’t ignore tradition just because you know he’s going to make fun of you later.

“Are there any more special ornaments I should know about, darling?” Jeonghan asks and you smack him lightly, both for the comment and the teasing nickname he’s picked up.

“No. Decorate at your free will.”

Your brother is now more interested in the cookies your mom brought in, leaving you and Jeonghan to finish the tree off. It’s weighted down by all of the ornaments you’ve hung on it by the end. You reach down into the box to grab the tree topper.

“All that’s left is the star,” you announce.

“Jeonghan should put it on,” your mom suggests and you hold it out to him.

“Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“We insist,” your mom tells him. 

“C’mon Han, just do it, make her happy.” You nudge him a bit and Jeonghan finally takes it before reaching up on his tiptoes to place the star on top. You and your mom cheer and you can see the small smile on Jeonghan’s face.

With the finishing touch on the tree, you’re able to step back and look at your masterpiece.

“I think we did a pretty good job,” you say.

“I think we did the best job, and I should know. I’m a tree decorating veteran.” Jeonghan wraps an arm around your waist. You glance up at him, only to be surprised by him pecking you on the lips. You don’t even have time to react, the kiss smooth like you two do it all the time.

Jeonghan doesn’t bat an eye, turning back to stare at the tree. You feel your stomach flutter.

So here’s the thing. It’s not like you wouldn’t date Jeonghan, he’s a great guy, a close friend, but you two just never evolved into that part of your relationship. The issue when you’re hooking up with someone is that it’s intimate. You’ve spent the night at each other’s apartments, you share the same friends, you have strangely deep pillow talk with one another. It’s all under the same impression that you’re just friends with benefits, but now you’re here, in your childhood home, pretending to be a couple. The circumstances are completely different and now you don’t know how to feel.

All you know is that Jeonghan keeps kissing you with no sexual undertones under it, and maybe you like it a little too much.

When you wake up the next morning, Jeonghan is already awake on his phone. He looks over at you and snickers before turning his phone towards you. On his screen is a photo of you asleep, your mouth wide open and a bit of drool running down your cheek.

“Delete that!” You shout, suddenly wide awake. Jeonghan giggles as he stands up and runs out of the room. You chase after him, yelling at him, until you two make it to the kitchen.

“Well! You two are lively this morning,” your mom comments. She’s standing at the stove cooking breakfast with a fond grin on her face.

“Good morning!” Jeonghan says, a smug smile on his face as he slips his phone into his pocket. “That smells great. Do you need any help?” Jeonghan gestures to the plates sitting on the counter, waiting to be put out.

“Oh honey, no, no, you go sit. You’re a guest.” 

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks and your mom nods.

“Of course. Pumpkin, you can help me.”

Jeonghan moves to the dining table while your mom moves closer to you, a giddy look on her face, as she hands you the plates. 

“Pumpkin, you’ve really found yourself a keeper,” she whispers to you. “Jeonghan is such a sweet young man.”

“Uh, yeah mom, thanks,” you mutter.

It’s not like you don’t know Jeonghan’s a great guy, but the truth is you two aren’t dating. It’s not like you can tell your mom that, but you don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep up the lie after you two leave after break. It was easy when he was just a random name you threw out, but now your mom has actually met him, and he’s doing a little too well at charming her.

And maybe you too. It’s only been two days of pretending to fake date Jeonghan and somehow you’re already questioning your whole relationship with him. You don’t know if your heart will take fake dating him for any longer than you have to.

You and your mom head towards the table where Jeonghan sits next to your brother, looking invested in whatever your brother is talking about. You take your seat on the other side of Jeonghan as your mother sits across from you.

“So, any plans you two have for today?”

“Uhm, not at the moment,” you reply.

“You two should go ice skating! A new place opened downtown. I’m sure all the cute young couples are going there.”

You perk up at the idea. Ice skating has always been a fun winter tradition for you and now you have a reason to go. Right as the sun is starting to set, you and Jeonghan take off downtown. The city is dressed up in lights and it excites the child inside of you.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You ask Jeonghan as you walk down the street.

“Isn't what pretty?”

“The lights. Look at them. It really gets me in the Christmas mood,” you say. 

“Oh, yeah. They do look nice. Oh, there’s the skating rink.”

The rink is large and already filled with several people from other couples to families to people just skating solo. There are lights surrounding the rink and you can hear Christmas music playing out of speakers nearby.

You and Jeonghan go and rent your skates before putting them on and heading towards the ice. You slide onto the rink first and then wait for Jeonghan to follow. You watch as he steps out on the ice and moves to push himself forward, only to fall directly on his ass.

You stifle a laugh before reaching down to help him up. As soon as he’s back up Jeonghan moves over to hold onto the wall.

“Is this a bad time to tell you that I’m not very good at ice skating.”

You actually allow yourself to laugh out loud this time. “Why did you agree to come?”

“I don’t know, your mom seemed so excited about it and so did you.”

You smile before skating up to Jeonghan’s side. “That’s sweet of you Han, but we don’t have to continue if you don’t want to. We can just walk around downtown and look at the lights.”

“No, I want to do this,” Jeonghan states, determined.

“Okay, okay. At least let me help you out.” You move your hand to grasp Jeonghan’s and you start to move. Jeonghan gently lets go of the wall to follow you, his grip on your hand tight.

You skate effortlessly, trying not to giggle as Jeonghan does his best not to fall and pull you down with him. You’re skating much slower than you’re used to as Jeonghan clings to your arm.

“How are you so good at this,” Jeonghan whines as you two stop to take a break.

“Ice skating is a family tradition for me. Don’t worry, you look cute.” You reach up to straighten the fluffy hat on his head.

The moment feels oddly intimate, which is an interesting feeling considering you two have seen each other naked. It almost feels like you two are an actual couple, out on a cute Christmas-y date.

If you’re being honest, Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. You love the whole season and the feeling of family and joy and love. When you were little you always dreamed of having a great Christmas romance, and now you have it, it’s just…fake.

You look at Jeonghan to see the soft pink dusting his face and ears and you wonder if it’s because of the cold or if he’s thinking the same thing you are.

“Aww, you two are so cute.” The moment is broken and you look to the side to see an older couple skating up to you two. “Would you like us to take your photo?”

“Oh, um, sure!” You reply, pulling your phone out to hand to them. Your mom did tell you to take lots of photos.

You skate back over to Jeonghan and position yourself next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You two lean into each other, smiling at the camera. After that photo is taken you lean in to press a kiss to Jeonghan’s cheek.

The couple then returns your phone and bids you a goodbye. You flip through the photos and Jeonghan peeks over your shoulder at them.

“You should send those to me.”

You look at him curiously. In all the time you’ve known Jeonghan, you’ve never known him to care much about having photos of you two together, even as just friends, but you shoot them over to his number anyway. You then grab his hand again and continue to skate.

Even with Jeonghan’s poor skating skills, you two still have fun. The Christmas music sets the mood as you two skate around the rink and you can hear Jeonghan humming along as you skate. The moment is nice.

You two skate for about an hour before Jeonghan’s feet start to hurt and you two decide to put the skates up and pop into a nearby cafe to grab some hot chocolate before exploring downtown more. There is a tree put in the center of the plaza and you and Jeonghan take a few more photos to show your mom.

In the midst of hooking up with Jeonghan, sometimes it’s hard to remember you two are friends as well. You’re a bit glad for this whole fake dating thing, because it gives you a chance to hang out with Jeonghan in a non-sexual manner. It reminds you of how much you like Jeonghan as just a person and how you enjoy spending time with him. It’s really nice.

It’s late into the night when you two finally head back to your house. The lights are already all off and you and Jeonghan creep up to your room quietly, as to not wake up anyone else. You two quietly change into your pajamas before crawling into your bed.

There’s a slight chill in the room and you slide over to Jeonghan to try and get warmer. He accepts you into his arms and you two lay there in silence for a moment before he begins to speak.

“You know, I wasn’t sure about this at first, but I’ve been having a lot of fun. Your family’s great.”

“Yeah…they are. Thanks for doing this for me by the way.”

“I mean, it benefits me too, right,” Jeonghan chuckles.

Right. The reason you’re doing this in the first place: the birth control.

It’s weird to think about now that you’re here. Jeonghan has seemed to blend into your family so well, you nearly forgot the reason this started to begin with.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jeonghan asks.

“What? Oh yeah. I’m just…tired. I think I should try to sleep.”

“Yeah, okay…goodnight.”

When you wake up, Jeonghan is still asleep next to you, and you glance at the clock to see it’s strangely early. It’s then that you hear the tapping on your door and you stand up to crack it open. Your mom is standing on the other side of the door with a paper in her hand.

“Sweetie, sorry to wake you up, but I need you to do me a favor today.”

“What is it Mom? Is everything okay?”

“Oh yes, nothing wrong, but I need you to go out and buy these things for me.” She passes you the list and you scan over it before shooting your mom a look.

“You haven’t gotten the presents yet?” You hiss. “Christmas is in like four days!”

“I know! Me and your father haven’t had time to go with your brother around. Please? Here’s my card.” She passes you her credit card. “You can pick up some gifts for yourself as well. Bring Jeonghan along, get lunch, make a day out of it. Please, Pumpkin?”

“Yeah, sure, Mom. I’ll get it all.”

“Thank you!” Your mom hugs you quickly before leaving. You sigh, staring down at the list. There’s quite a few things on it. The closer you look at it you realize there’s also gifts for your extended family and your father on it. You huff, you have your work cut out for you. At least your mom has marked what store you can find each item.

You walk over to the bed and shake Jeonghan until he wakes up.

“Wha’?”

“Come up, get up. We have a long day of shopping ahead of us and I want to beat the crowds.”

Jeonghan grumbles a bit more but rolls out of bed. You two get dressed before climbing into your car and heading towards the store. You stop at a coffee shop to get both of you take out cups and head to the first store.

Your brother’s Christmas list is mainly toys, which you guess you can expect from a five year old. The toy store is already bustling with people and you grab a cart and Jeonghan’s hand so you don’t lose each other. You make your way through the aisles, doing your best to find everything on the list.

“What about this one?” Jeonghan asks, holding up a green race car. You frown.

“No. He doesn’t like that shade of green, and he already owns three green cars. He wants a purple one…aha! Here it is.” You grab the one on the back of the rack before throwing it into the cart. “Okay. I think there’s toy dinosaurs a few aisles down, and then we should have everything here.”

You two continue through the store before you find the aisle full of different dinosaur themed toys. You pick up a book for you to gift your little brother yourself and then look over the toys.

“He already owns a t-rex, a stegosaurus, and a triceratops,” you mutter more to yourself than Jeonghan. You glance through the toys before landing on a dinosaur with a long neck. “Brachiosaurus, perfect.”

You place this in the cart as well and then turn to Jeonghan, who is smiling at you. “You’re a good big sister, you know that?”

“I’m just doing what my mom asked me,” you tell him as you push the cart towards the check out.

“No I mean, you pay attention to him. You know what toys he already owns and what colors he likes. It’s sweet.”

You brush Jeonghan off again, but the words cause a warm feeling to bloom in your stomach. You two stand in the check out line for what feels like forever before you’re able to leave. As you two are walking to the car you look over at Jeonghan and realize he deserves something for Christmas as well. He’s spending the whole break with you and your family, it’s the least you can do.

“Oh shit, I forgot something. Here, take the car keys, I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.” You hand him the keys before running back into the store before Jeonghan can protest.

You weave through the people before making it to the Lego aisle. You’ve seen all of the models inside his apartment, and you figure this will be a good gift for him. You search through the different kits to find the best one, before settling on the electric guitar set. You’ve seen him play the bass a couple of times, and you hope Jeonghan will still appreciate the thought.

The line is a bit shorter this time and you make sure the box is well hidden in the bag before making your way back to the car. You store the bag in the back before slipping into the driver’s seat.

“You got everything you need?” Jeonghan asks and you smile and nod.

“Yep! On to the next place.” 

The next store is less exciting than being in a toy store and it seems to be even busier. You and Jeonghan hold hands once more as you walk through the store. His humming to the Christmas music on the speakers calms you a bit, and you allow yourself to enjoy the Christmas spirit more.

You and Jeonghan make it through the store, and another one before you decide it’s time for a lunch break. You two find a cute Italian place to sit down and rest your feet. You’re waiting for your food to arrive when your phone dings and you see an Instagram notification. You open your phone to see Jeonghan has tagged you in a post.

The first photo is the two of you at the skating rink, your arms wrapped around each other. There are a few more photos. A photo of you holding your hot chocolate while looking at the lights. The selfie you two took in front of the tree in the plaza. The final photo is a photo of you putting an ornament on your own tree at home. The post is captioned Christmas 🎄🎁☕.

“Our friends are going to think we’re crazy,” you tell Jeonghan. In theory, your friends know you and Jeonghan are sleeping together, but you’ve never explicitly said it, and they most definitely don’t know that Jeonghan is spending Christmas at your house.

“So? Let them. Those are cute photos.” You can’t argue with that and you drop a like and repost it to your story.

When you finish up lunch there’s one more store you two have to hit. There are only a few odd and end items left and you can’t wait to get home. You and Jeonghan are looking at sweaters when you feel someone bump into you and you lurch forward a bit.

“Watch it,” the man growls.

“Hey!” Jeonghan shouts, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

“What?” The man turns back around.

“You bumped into my girlfriend.” Despite this not being the moment to get flustered, hearing Jeonghan call you his girlfriend even without your family around sends butterflies into your tummy.

The man and Jeonghan have a stare down for a moment before the man huffs out a pathetic “sorry” before walking off. 

“Thanks Han,” you say before you place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Well, some people just belong on the naughty-list,” he says, which makes you chuckle.

By late afternoon you two finally finish shopping and you get a text from your mom that tells you she’s taken your little brother to the grocery store so you and Jeonghan have time to get the gifts in the house without him seeing. You and Jeonghan quickly bring everything to your room before closing the door. You make sure to slip the present for Jeonghan under your bed before he notices and you then turn to him.

“Want to help me wrap these presents?”

“Of course.”

You and Jeonghan sit on the floor of your room, where Jeonghan soon finds out you’re awful at wrapping gifts.

“It’s so easy. It’s just folds and tape,” Jeonghan says as he places a piece of tape on the most perfectly wrapped present you’ve ever seen.

“Oh shush. I usually use gift bags okay? And now I have you, so you can wrap all of the presents from Santa, and I can do the rest,” you declare as you scribble a To: Mom onto the present you finished wrapping.

“Fine, but only because you’re the worst gift wrapping elf I’ve ever seen.”

Though you know it’s meant as an insult, you can’t help but smile at the cuteness of his sentence. You’re also just happy you don’t have to wrap more gifts than necessary.

It’s late when you wake up the next morning, due to the fact you went to bed late last night. You and Jeonghan stayed up to finish wrapping presents and then you two got onto talking about family Christmas tradition and before you knew it, it was two am. 

The bed is chilly and when you sit up to look, the other side of the bed is empty. You wrap a blanket around you and head downstairs to see Jeonghan and your mom sitting at the table talking. When you look out the window it’s a world of white and you start to feel giddy.

“It snowed!” You exclaim. “Hannie, we have to go play in it!”

You know it’s childish, but you can’t help it. You quickly get dressed and put on your winter coat and gloves before heading outside. A few minutes later, Jeonghan exits the house as well, your brother in tow. You search through your garage before you find your sleds and the three of you take a short walk to the park down the street. There’s a big hill next to it and you all take turns riding down it.

“C’mon, ride down together with me.” Jeonghan pats the space in between his legs on the sled and you climb on.

Jeonghan pushes off and then wraps his arms around your waist as you two go speeding down the hill. You can feel the snow fly back into your face and your sled goes tilting before you and Jeonghan are completely thrown off. You two land in a heap together and you both start giggling. You roll over in the snow and start to make a snow angel and Jeonghan does the same.

When you stand up and assess your work, you pull out your phone to snap a photo of the two angels next to each other. You’re just putting your phone away when you feel something cold and hard pelt you in the leg. You look over to see Jeonghan with a mischievous grin on his face, already aiming his next snow ball.

You quickly bend down to grab snow and form your own ammo, while also trying to dodge the onslaught of Jeonghan’s. You two go back and forth, throwing snow at each other, before Jeonghan finally ambushes you and grabs you by the waist and tackles you down into the snow.

You two are breathing heavily as Jeonghan hovers over you. There’s a twinkle in his eye and snow in his hair and you think that this might be the prettiest you’ve ever seen Jeonghan. You’re not sure what comes over you, but you reach up and grab him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him down to connect your lips to his.

Jeonghan melts into you, kissing you back. You two lay there in the snow, kissing, until you hear commotion next to you.

“Ewww.” You both pull apart to see your little brother standing over you two. You and Jeonghan both blush and Jeonghan climbs off of you before helping you up. “I’m getting cold, can we go back home now?”

Neither you nor Jeonghan make eye contact as you grab the sleds. Jeonghan gives your brother a piggyback on the way home when you get inside your brother pulls Jeonghan off to go play video games together. You’re grateful for the break, still a bit flustered from your intense kiss earlier.

You’re luckily able to ignore the boy for the most part for the rest of the day, until it’s time to go to bed. You and Jeonghan shuffle around each other awkwardly until you decide to finally bite the bullet.

“Hey, about the kiss earlier, I’m sorry. I-”

“No, it’s okay!” Jeonghan cuts you off. “Don’t worry I uh…I liked it.”

“O-oh, okay,” you mumble.

Neither of you say anything else as you two climb into bed. You’re not sure if you should move closer to Jeonghan until he reaches over to tug you towards him. You slot yourself into his arms, and you hope he can’t feel your heart beating a million beats per second.

You’re glad you didn’t make anything weird with Jeonghan, but now you’re afraid you may have made things a lot more complicated for yourself.

“You two are on cookie duty,” your mom tells you and Jeonghan as she bustles around the kitchen. She’s been stressed since you two woke up. You suppose that’s fair when it’s Christmas Eve, and it gives you a good reason to not think about you and Jeonghan.

“Can I help? I want to make cookies for Santa!” Your little brother exclaims.

“If you want to, buddy,” you tell him.

“Yay!”

“There’s a recipe book in the cupboard, and I should have picked up all of the ingredients the other day,” your mother continues.

“We’ve got it Mom, no stressing, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you Pumpkin.” Your mom kisses your cheek before running off to finish errands.

You clap your hands together. “Let’s get to baking.”

There’s several cookies your mom has requested you to make and you get to work on the dough for the chocolate chip cookies, while Jeonghan works on the sugar cookies. The chocolate chip cookies are fairly easy and you’re able to pop them into the oven while Jeonghan and your brother are cutting out shapes into the sugar cookies.

“This one is shaped as a snowflake,” your brother explains to Jeonghan as he stamps the dough.

“Ah, I see,” Jeonghan says and you grin. You work around them as you grab the flour to start making gingerbread.

Right as you’re walking past Jeonghan, he spins around, running into you and getting a cloud of flour all over both of you. You can hear your little brother giggling as Jeonghan huffs a laugh.

“You know, darling, this is pretty cliche,” Jeonghan says, still grinning.

“It would only be cliche if I smear frosting on the tip of your nose,” you tell him, continuing to walk past. “But, don’t count that out yet.” 

By the afternoon the house is warm and filled with the sweet scent of baked goods. The cookies are cooled and all three of you have already sneaked one or two for yourselves as you sit down to decorate. Your brother has been given the task of frosting the sugar cookies for Santa, while you and Jeonghan get to work building a gingerbread house.

“Look, not to brag, but I’ve come in second place every year for my family’s gingerbread house contest.”

“Second place? Why not first?” You snicker.

“Because my cousin is an architect, okay. It’s called an unfair advantage.”

You giggle once more. “If you say so, Hannie. Here, you can make the shingles with these.”

The two of you work in harmony, decorating the little house with all of the candy. When the house is finished you two move onto making the little gingerbread man.

“Look at little Hannie,” Jeonghan says, holding up the gingerbread man he just made. It’s decorated to look like Jeonghan, even done with his signature smirk.

“Very cute,” you tell him. “But your hair isn’t that long anymore.” You reach over and swipe some of the icing used to make his hair off of the cookie before reaching up to smear it on Jeonghan’s nose.

“Oh I see,” Jeonghan hums, doing his best to keep the grin off his face.

“I told you, don’t count it out yet.”

Before you can even stop him, Jeonghan is dipping into the bowl of frosting and swiping a streak over your cheek. You squeal as Jeonghan grins proudly. 

“There, now we’re even.” You fake pout at Jeonghan slightly and he playfully rolls his eyes before leaning in and kissing your cheek, right over the icing. When he pulls away, he’s licking his lips. “I’m sorry, but revenge just tastes so sweet, darling.”

It’s your turn to playfully roll your eyes now, not at all upset with Jeonghan’s antics.

You finish up your gingerbread self as well and place it next to Jeonghan’s in front of the house. Jeonghan pushes his towards yours even more, so their hands touch. “Look, they’re now holding hands.” 

“You’re so stupid,” you tell him, but you’re smiling.

“You like that I’m stupid,” Jeonghan teases.

“Maybe…but only a little bit,” you say, but it’s enough to make Jeonghan grin from ear to ear.

It's a Christmas tradition in your house to spend Christmas Eve watching everyone’s favorite Christmas movies, and this year your brother is actually able to make a suggestion. 

“Jeonghan, sweetie, you get to suggest a movie as well,” your mother tells him as she readies the hot chocolate.

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose?”

“You should know by now you’re not imposing, and if anything, it’s Christmas Eve, you deserve to have some cheer as well. It will be nice to have something new in the lineup of movies.”

Your mom starts to pour the hot chocolate into mugs before sliding the reindeer shaped mug towards your brother. It’s his favorite cup to use, even when it’s not the Christmas season, though it was originally gifted to you.

“No Mom, let Jeonghan have it.” Your brother declares as he pushes the mug towards Jeonghan.

“For me? Thank you!”

You lean in towards Jeonghan. “He must really like you. He doesn’t even let me use that mug, and it belongs to me.”

After the hot chocolate and cookies have been passed out to everyone (and your brother has set some out for Santa), you all move into the living room. Your parents sit in their chairs and your little brother places himself on the floor right in front of the TV. You and Jeonghan move over to the couch where you naturally slot yourself into his arms, you two cuddling up together as you throw a blanket over your laps.

The first movie of the night is your brother’s choice, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. It’s a classic and you can’t be mad at the choice. The whole time Jeonghan keeps making jokes only loud enough for you to hear and you keep giggling, causing your brother to glare at you, causing you to elbow Jeonghan in his side.

“You better not distract me when we’re watching my movie,” you warn Jeonghan.

Jeonghan throws his hands up in fake surrender. “Oh darling I wouldn’t dare.”

Your favorite Christmas movie is A Charlie Brown Christmas and you make your family watch it every year. For you, it never gets old, and you watch it with what can only be described as stars in your eyes. You know Jeonghan finds it amusing, but you can’t help your love for all things Peanuts and something about that silly little Christmas tree brings you joy.

Instead of your parents choosing a movie, Jeonghan gets to choose this year, and you’re thankful you don’t have to watch your dad’s choice, A Christmas Story. Instead Jeonghan chooses the Jim Carey version of The Grinch, which makes you grin wide.

“That’s my second favorite Christmas movie. Did you know that?”

“Nope, I guess we just have great taste, darling.”

“Of course we do. I mean, we’re dating each other,” you flirt and you watch Jeonghan duck his head in embarrassment.

Jeonghan shifts his position so you’re sitting in between his legs, leaning back against him. His arms wrap around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. It’s cozy and your heart feels full at the moment.

You know none of it is real, that it’s all fake for something as trivial as birth control, but right now, you so desperately want it to be real. Enough that you’ll let yourself believe it is, even if it’s just for a moment.

It’s late when the movie is finished and your brother is doing his best to keep his eyes open.

“Hey little man, if you don’t go to bed soon, Santa won’t come,” you tell him as you pick him up in your arms.

“B-but Santa has to come,” he mutters in a sleepy voice.

“Well then let us put you to bed.” You carry your brother to his bedroom, Jeonghan following you behind.

“What if I can’t sleep? Is Santa still going to come?”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to sleep, buddy. Do you want us to read you a story?”

“Please?”

“Hey Han, there’s a copy of The Night Before Christmas in my room, could you go grab it?” You ask Jeonghan and he nods. He comes back a few minutes later, holding the book. He settles next to you on the bed and you hold the book open for your little brother to see.

You and Jeonghan take turns narrating the book until your little brother’s eyes droop down and he’s fast asleep. You and Jeonghan quietly sneak out of the room and slip into yours. Due to the presents being hidden in your room, it’s your turn to play Santa.

You and Jeonghan carry the presents to the living room before placing them under the tree. It looks picture perfect when you two are done. You and Jeonghan move over to the plate of cookies set out before both grabbing one and tapping them together.

“Cheers,” Jeonghan says.

“Cheers, to our success at playing Santa.” You both bite into your cookies, making sure to leave crumbs on the plate for your brother to see in the morning. You split the glass of milk, leaving a few drops at the bottom.

“Look.” Jeonghan points up and you catch sight of the spring of mistletoe. Your family has never been ones to do mistletoe and you wonder if your mom put it up this year just because she knew Jeonghan was going to be with you.

You’re surprised you didn’t see it earlier, but to be fair you haven’t been home much the past few days, and even when you have you haven’t been near the fireplace. 

Right then the clock in your house strikes midnight, and you lean in to kiss Jeonghan. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, as you cup his face. You two kiss for what you’re sure is much longer than it needs to be before pulling away.

“Merry Christmas, Jeonghan.”

“Merry Christmas, darling.” 

“Santa! Santa, Santa, Santa! Santa was here!” You wake up to screaming and you barely have time to process what is happening when your bedroom door is flung open and there’s a tiny body attacking you and Jeonghan.

“Yeah, buddy, we know,” you mumble as Jeonghan yawns loudly. “We’ll be there in a second.”

“You better be.” With that your brother leaves and you and Jeonghan decide it’ll be best if you two make your way into the living room.

Your parents are both already in the living room, both of them looking tired as well. Your brother is eagerly sitting in front of the tree, inspecting each present as he waits for you and Jeonghan to shuffle over to the couch. Jeonghan sits down and you practically sit on his lap with how close you get to him, cuddling into his side, wishing you were still asleep.

“Merry Christmas! Say hi to the camera,” your dad says as he holds his phone up to record your little brother.

“Hi!” He says while waving enthusiastically. “Merry Christmas! Can I open my presents now?”

Your mom chuckles before telling him to do so.

You watch with half interest as your brother opens his presents, doing your best to wake up. Jeonghan is warm against you, though, and it makes you more sleepy. It isn’t until your brother is almost done opening his presents from Santa that you’re awake.

As soon as your dad has picked up all of the wrapping paper, you move towards the tree to open your own presents. It’s nothing much, as you really only asked for clothes and a few other things for your apartment. The life of a college student.

When you’ve thanked your parents for your presents you hand them their presents from you. You’re satisfied at the giddy your little brother has for the dinosaur book you got him and he gives you a giant hug.

“Pumpkin, what’s that present left under the tree?” Your mom points at the final present under the tree.

“It’s my present for Jeonghan,” you say as you pick it up and hand it to the boy.

“You got me something?” Jeonghan asks you, a bit of awe in his face.

“Of course.” You sit down next to him and press a kiss to his cheek. “I hope you like it.”

Jeonghan rips the wrapping paper off to reveal the Lego set underneath, and Jeonghan gasps. There’s an excited grin on his face as he looks between the box and you.

“You got me this?”

“Yeah, I noticed the sets in your room and thought you’d like this. I know you play the bass but-”

Jeonghan cuts you off by lunging forward and kissing you. You melt into him, reciprocating the kiss. When you pull back, there’s a twinkle in his eye. “Thank you, it’s perfect.”

“Oh, let me take a photo!” Your mom exclaims. “Go stand in front of the tree.”

You know there’s not fighting your mom and you pull Jeonghan over. You press your sides together, smiling at the camera. Your brother wants on as well so you two pick him up and hold him between you two.

“Aww, my babies, you guys look so cute! Okay, now who wants breakfast?”

You’re standing on your back porch, watching the snow fall, when you hear steps approaching. When you turn around you’re not surprised to see Jeonghan approaching you.

“You know, you didn’t have to get me anything for Christmas. Let alone a Lego set.”

You shrug. “I wanted to. You’re doing this for me, and I wanted to give you something to show my appreciation.”

“Well thank you. It means a lot to me.” Jeonghan moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you. You accept his hug, snuggling into his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t have anything for you.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to. You just being here is enough.”

Jeonghan pulls away from you slightly, so he can look you in the eyes. You can see him struggling to say what he wants to, before he eventually just spits it out. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Is everything okay?”

“I…I’ve really enjoyed the past week, and it’s made me realize I need to be honest with you. I really like you, and I have since we first met. We had that first date which ended in us having sex, and when you never brought up a second date I kind of figured you just wanted to keep it on a physical level. I didn’t mind, but I guess I always kind of wanted it to be more,” Jeonghan admits. “And being here, and spending all this time together and not having sex, it kind of made me realize just how much I like you.” 

You can feel your heart beating in your chest as Jeonghan speaks. He likes you. Yoon Jeonghan likes you, and has had a crush on you since you first met. The notion makes your stomach erupt in butterflies.

You stare at him, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold and white snowflakes dotting his black hair. He looks like an angel.

“I understand if you don’t like me back, but I needed to tell you that. I’m not sure what this means for us but-”

It’s now your turn to cut Jeonghan off with a kiss. Your hold on him tightens as you pull him into you and Jeonghan eagerly accepts. He moves his hands to cup the back of your neck, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss. You’re both a little breathless when you pull apart and Jeonghan has a giant smile on his face.

“I like you too. A lot. And being here made me realize I want this to be real, if you do too.”

“Yes. I would love that.”

“Well then, I hate to inform you that I don’t think we can be fake dating anymore, as I have a very real boyfriend.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes. And he’s very handsome and talented and a very good kisser.”

“Well it’s a good thing I also have a very real girlfriend, who is also a very good kisser.” Jeonghan’s face gets closer to yours as he talks before he leans in fully at the end, kissing you once more.

“Your father and I are going to go look at Christmas lights with your brother. Would you two like to join?” You mom pokes her head into your bedroom where you and Jeonghan are cuddled up on your bed, watching a movie.

You've been spending the day just enjoying each other's presence. You've also been answering sporadic texts from your friends, asking about you and Jeonghan after your Instagram post earlier.

You posted the photo of you kissing his cheek in the ice rink, the photos your mom took this morning, and a photo of your gingerbread men holding hands, captioned My favorite present this year ♡. Your friends have been hounding you about it since.

You glance at Jeonghan and down at your laptop before turning to your mom.

“I think we’ll just stay here,” you tell her.

She just smiles at you two. “Okay, have fun. We’ll probably be gone for a few hours.” Neither you nor Jeonghan miss the wink she sends you two.

You can hear the garage door open and close as your family leaves and you and Jeonghan both glance at each other. You’re not quite sure what the rules are on how long you should wait to have sex after becoming a couple, but then again, it’s not like you and Jeonghan haven’t fucked before.

“Do you want to-”

“You know just because we-”

You both stop talking when you realize the other one is. You gesture for Jeonghan to continue.

“Just because we’re now officially dating, doesn’t mean we can’t still have sex,” Jeonghan says. “Unless you want to wait.”

“No, I actually was going to ask if you uh, wanted to have sex.” You almost feel awkward, talking about it, like you two haven’t been hooking up on the regular for over a year.

You’re relieved of the uncomfortableness as soon as Jeonghan turns to kiss you. After a week of kissing for show, it’s nice to finally kiss him for yourself. As strange as it might be, it feels nice to kiss Jeonghan like this. Though you’re excited to see where dating Jeonghan takes you, hooking up is how you know him best.

Jeonghan moves your laptop off your laps and climbs on top of you, pressing you into the bed. Though you’re used to sleeping with Jeonghan, there’s still a new air to this. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jeonghan so eager to fuck you, but you can’t say you’re complaining at all. 

Your lips slide together, deepening the kiss, as Jeonghan’s hand ghosts your waist. You can feel his tongue swipe against your lips right as he starts to push his hand up under your shirt. You gasp when you feel his hand grope your tits and Jeonghan takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You whimper as you feel his hand slide under your bra as well, his fingers playing with your nipples. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth and you suck on it slightly before pulling away all together. As you take a moment to catch your breath, Jeonghan moves down to suck at your neck.

“F-fuck, Hannie,” you whine.

“So pretty, darling,” Jeonghan mutters.

You push Jeonghan off of you slightly, so you can remove both your shirt and bra. With your chest now bare, Jeonghan takes the liberty of wrapping his lips around your nipple. He flicks the bud with his tongue, while his hand shows the other one some love. Your body arches up into his touch as you feel your cunt clench down around nothing, desperate to have him inside of you.

Jeonghan must realize this as well, and he pops his mouth off of you. “Want me to touch you, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you beg. You wiggle your hips a bit and Jeonghan chuckles as he hooks his fingers into your waistband and slides both your pajama pants and underwear off in one go. Like he’s on autopilot, Jeonghan reaches down and starts to rub at your clit with two fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet already. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”

“D-don’t care,” you mutter, already enjoying the pleasure of his fingers pressed against you. “Pick one. Both. Whatever. Just please, don’t stop touching me.”

You gasp a bit when Jeonghan pushes your legs apart even further, allowing himself to slip in between them. He leans down and starts to kiss your thighs, leaving small nips every once in a while. When it’s clear you’re too impatient for this, Jeonghan closes the gap between his mouth and your pussy, pressing a kiss to your entrance. From there, it only gets messier as Jeonghan darts his tongue out to lap at your arousal. He licks a thick strip along your slit, stopping at your clit so he can wrap his lips around it. You moan as you feel him suck on the bud.

His hands are holding on tight to your thighs, keeping them apart. His tongue swirls around your clit and you buck your hips up as your hands fly to grip onto the sheets. You’re sure you look pathetic, but you don’t care if it means you can get head this good.

His mouth switches between sucking your clit and licking at your entrance. You’re dripping slick now, even as Jeonghan licks it up. He buries his face between your thighs deeper, and you’re sure his face is a mess now. He drags his teeth against your sensitive clit and you whine loudly.

Jeonghan seems to be happy with his affect on you and he finally gives attention to how empty you feel. His finger rubs your slit for a second before he pushes it inside of you. You’re completely drenched and his finger glides in with ease, allowing him to slide a second one in not long after. 

His mouth is still working at your clit as he fucks a third finger into you. He thrusts them deeper each time, curling them back to hit the soft spot of your walls. It pays off to have someone know your body so well, and you can already feel your brain going fuzzy as Jeonghan knows all the right places to hit.

Your abs tighten as you can feel yourself approaching your orgasm. Your thighs clamp down around Jeonghan’s head as a warning, and then you’re shaking as you reach your high. You moan freely, your hands grasping at the sheets, as Jeonghan continues to work you through it.

When your body has calmed down, you sink into the bed, allowing yourself to rest for a moment. Jeonghan has finally come up for air, his whole face shiny with your arousal. You grab him a tissue and he wipes off his mouth and fingers.

“You’re turn,” you whisper as you push Jeonghan down onto the bed. He’s still completely dressed you and push his shirt up to kiss down his stomach before pulling down his pants and underwear like he did to you. 

His cock springs free, fully hard and leaking. You slot yourself between his legs and waist no time taking the tip in between your lips. You suck gently before working your way down his length. After doing this many times, you’ve had practice taking him, and you can completely get his whole cock down your throat.

Though Jeonghan isn’t very blessed in the girth department, his cock is the longest you’ve ever been with, being able to reach deep inside you and down your throat. You bob your head up and down, letting his tip hit the back of your throat, before you pop off his cock, wrapping your lips around the shaft as your hand fondles his balls.

Your tongue darts out so you can run it against his cock, swirling it around the rim of his tip. You can hear the stuttered breathing of Jeonghan above you, as you back to sucking at the head of his cock. His pre-cum coats your tongue, and you have to admit, the salty taste brings you joy.

“G-gonna cum,” Jeonghan mumbles before he’s spilling his load right into your mouth. You do your best to catch it all, but some still slips out and drips down your chin, which you think makes Jeonghan cum even harder. “Fuck, your mouth is so good.”

You pull your mouth off of Jeonghan, swallowing the rest of the cum in your mouth, and Jeonghan groans. You crawl back up to Jeonghan’s face, kissing him. If the fact you just had his dick in your mouth bothers Jeonghan, he doesn’t show it.

“Need you in me, Hannie,” you tell him.

“Okay baby,” Jeonghan responds. He flips you over, so you’re laying on your back. He removes his shirt, so you’re both completely naked, before leaning down to kiss you again.

You’re not sure how his cock is still hard, despite just cumming, but you can’t complain when you feel him rubbing his tip against your slit. His kiss deepens as he pushes inside of you, your walls clenching down to mold against his cock.

You try to relax, but he feels so good sliding into you. After a moment he’s fully inside of you, his tip pressed snug up against your cervix. Jeonghan slowly slides out of you before slamming back in. Your pussy is soaking wet and you’re sure Jeonghan’s cock is drenched, if the wet squelch was any indicator.

Jeonghan starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, building up his pace as he goes. Your thighs hug his hips as you wrap your legs around him and your fingers dig into his back. You can feel his mouth suck at your collarbone as he slams into you harder.

His cock reaches deep in you, the drag of his cock against your walls causing your brain to go even more incoherent. All you can think about is Jeonghan and his body against yours and his cock fucking you so good. There’s a reason you’ve let him hit with no strings attached for so long, it’s just even better now that you can fully call him yours.

“You feel so good around me,” Jeonghan mumbles into your neck. “Perfect fucking pussy.”

“Love your cock,” you mumble back. “So deep inside.”

“Fuck, need you to ride me.”

You and Jeonghan take a moment to reposition and then you’re bouncing in his lap. Your grip onto his shoulders tight for leverage as you fuck yourself on his cock. His cock hits as a new angle in this position and all you can do is moan like a bitch in heat. 

Jeonghan reaches down and grabs onto your ass, guiding you up and down his cock as he squeezes the flesh. Your tits are bouncing wildly in Jeonghan’s face and he leans forward, sucking one into his mouth. You throw your head back as your eyes flutter close, lost in your pleasure. 

Your thighs get tired at some point and you start to just grind against him, his cock curving up into you at just the right angle. Jeonghan can sense your neglected clit and he reaches down to start rubbing circles into it. Your cunt clenches down, and both you and Jeonghan can tell you’re about to cum soon.

“Need your cum, Hannie,” you tell him, your words slurring together. “Fill me up.”

“Anything for you, darling,” Jeonghan says, half delirious himself.

It only takes one final jerk of your clit to have you trembling around him. Your pussy walls fluttering against his cock as you fall forward against Jeonghan, your body twitching as you cum. You can feel Jeonghan’s cock throbbing inside of you as he cums as well, filling you full of his seed.

You both lay like that for a while, with Jeonghan still inside of you as you exchange soft kisses. When it’s clear you need to get up, you slowly lift yourself off of Jeonghan’s cock, and you can feel his cum slide out of you. 

“Fuck, we need to wash my sheets,” you mumble.

“Okay, but let’s cuddle for just a bit longer.” And well, you can’t say no to that.

“Oh, we hate to see you two go,” you mom says as Jeonghan finishes putting your things into your car. “Visit soon, okay? And bring Jeonghan as well.”

“Yes Mom, I will.” You lean in to hug her.

“Thank you for allowing me to stay with you guys over break,” Jeonghan tells your mom and she pulls him into a hug as well.

“Thank you for being such a good guest. And for being such a good boyfriend to our Pumpkin. Visit soon, okay sweetheart?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan smiles at your mom.

“Bye-bye!” Your little brother says as he hugs your leg. You reach down and pick him up so you and Jeonghan can hug him in between you two. You press a kiss to his cheek.

“Bye, buddy. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Seen you soon!” You let him down and he runs off.

“Text me as soon as you get to your apartment.”

“I will. Okay, we really have to go.”

“I love you,” your mom says as she kisses your cheek.

“I love you too.” 

“Okay bye Pumpkin, bye Jeonghan.” You both wave before climbing into the car.

As you take off you reach over and grab Jeonghan’s hand. 

“Well it seems this was a successful trip,” Jeonghan says.

“Very,” you agree.

You not only got a boyfriend, but now you don’t ever have to tell your mom you lied to her to get on birth control. It’s really a win-win situation in your eyes.

You glance over at Jeonghan to see him already staring back at you. Yeah, it truly is a win.

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[bugboysgf]

Hate + Love

Chapter 2

series masterlist

Previous chapter

Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

“Hi, im suppose to be tutoring somebody.” you told the lady at the front desk. The last 2 weeks had been stressful but out of extreme luck you managed to get all A’s but that also meant you had to tutor the people that were not doing so well in school.

“Oh yes, you must be Y/n.”

“I am.” you confirmed.

“Min Ho.” The lady calls his name and he jumps out of his seat.

“You gotta be kidding me.” you look at Min ho and he seems just as surprised as you are. “There has to be some sort of mistake, I can't tutor him.” the lady looks at her computer for a second and looks back at you.

“Sorry but there is a specific note from the teacher saying you can't switch.”

“What? Who wrote that.” you asked.

“It was your math teacher. Take a seat and get started.”

“I can't believe this.” you said sitting down.

“Do you think I want to do this? I have no choice.” Min ho rolled his eyes.

“Whatever can we just get started.”

After two hours tutoring you were done but to you i feel like 5 hours because every 10 minutes you and Min ho were arguing about something different.

“Thank you.” Min Ho says. You look at him in shock, you were never expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“You have manners, I see. Can I get an apology too?” you asked hopefully.

“It happened almost 3 weeks ago, get over it.”

“God you're such a bitch.”

“Takes one to know one.”

—-

“We have Alex next.” Kitty said. “Oh my god we still have to walk up the stairs.” you said, you were tired already and it was only your 2 period.

“Do you want to go to a ramen place after the 5th period?” Kitty asked.

“Im Pretty sure I don't have to tutor today, so yes.”

“How is it? By the way, you are still not getting along.”

“Nope now i have to sit with him in alex class, because he wont let me change seats.” you rolled your eyes.

“Dude you have 4 months left until winter break, at least try to stop hating each other.”

“He's the problem, not me, he won't apologize. He said thank you yesterday when i tutored him but that's it.” you explained to Kitty. You honestly don't think that you and Minho would get along every chance he gets to make fun of you. He's gonna take it and you're tired of it.

“The problem is that you are both stubborn.” Kitty grabs the handle of the door and lets you into the class, she gives you a ‘be nice look’ and takes a seat.

You walked over to your seat and to your surprise Min Ho was already sitting down, he was always late. You take a seat and don't say a word to him.

“No greeting?” he asked

“What do you want?” you say in a cold tone.

“Woah, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” he smirks.

“I just don't have time for your bullshit today.”

Lucky Alex didn't have you guys do anything with your partner work today you didnt think you could handle it anyways.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them into your backpack.

“y/n?” you stopped in your tracks and looked at the guy that called your name. Minho also stopped and looks at him.

“Yes?” you look at him confused. You've never seen this guy in your life and you had no idea why he was talking to you.

“I'm Derek, I was just trying to see if i can get your number.” you look around to see if anybody was watching and behind him were his friends waiting to see your next move. You didn't want to seem stuck up or anything, so you just smiled and typed your number into his phone.

“Great, I'll text you.”

“Cool” you watch him walk away and turn to Min ho. “And why did you stay?”

“What does he want with you?” “What do you mean?”you asked, confused.

“His dad is literally a millionaire.”

“I honestly dont give two fuck about that.” you said.

“It had to be a dare.” Min ho shook his head.

“Oh really? Just because an attractive guy asked for my number that means it has to be a dare?” you said offended. Min ho knew he messed up, he always jokes around but he knew that what he said really affected you.

“That's not-”

“Save it.” you walked away.

—

For the next few weeks you continue talking to Derek, you thought he would be a jerk but turns out he wasn't. He was really nice and listened.

“Where are you going?” Min ho asked Q. “Oh the nature club is having a hike today.” Q said, putting on his shoes.

“Great i'll come” Min ho got up from the couch. “You can't.” Q said.

“Why?” “Club members only.” “Dude i went last time.” Q stayed silent and didn't say anything. “Unless you don't want me to go for some reason?” “It's not that I don't want you to go, it's just that y/n and Derek are going to be there and I don't want you messing it up for her. She told me what you said when he asked for her number.” Q confessed.

“That's not what I meant, I tried to tell her that.”

“You should have said it in the first place, are you jealous or something?” Q asked.

“What no… no”

“Yup that sounds so convincing.”

“I don't like her, I hate her.”

“You know, you can hate and love somebody at the same time.” Q said shutting the door.

Min ho stood there thinking there's no way that he loves y/n? He hates her too much.

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[itsrorysstuff]

if you’re still taking requests could you write a fluff/angst fic where reader is always trying to be strong and she finally breaks and jb helps her feel better?

Yes please 🥹I need this rn. Requests are open! Please request because I love requests!!

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Safe & Sound

It’s the week before winter break and I am exhausted, with studying for midterms, that English paper worth a huge chunk of my grade, and working early mornings, I’ve had no time for anything or anyone. And nobody noticed either, or so I thought.

“Hey baby, how was your day?” My girlfriend Julien asked as I walked through the door of our shared apartment, like she always did. “My day was fine, thank you for asking honey. How was yours?” I asked tiredly, taking off my shoes. “It was okay, I missed you allot.” She said opening her arms for me, I walked into them squeezing her tight “I missed you too baby. So much. I’ve just been busy lately.” I said, leaving into her comforting embrace.

“Yeah I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that actually.” She brought me over to the couch and we sat down, she gazed into my eyes and took my hands “I’m worried about you, honey. You’ve been coming home really late and waking up earlier than usual, and when you are home you’re studying or working on something. It’s like you never stop. I’m not saying this to be an asshole, I’m saying this because I love you and I hate watching your smile disappear like this. I hate not having you around, I hate that we only interact 3 times a day now and we live together. I want you to be happy and I want to help you. Let me help you.” She said, staring into my eyes. And that’s when it happened, that’s when I finally snapped. I started to tear up at the thought of what she said, had I been neglecting her? “I-I’m so sorry.” I broke down, my body falling forward into hers as I cried with my head on her shoulder. I sniffed and sobbed and tried my hardest to get words out “i-I’m sorry I’ve b-been a bad girlfriend *sob* I’m so-“ I breathed in harshly, trying to get the pain in my chest from lack of air to dissipate. She pulled me into her harder “you’re are NOT a bad girlfriend, baby. You’ve been overworking yourself and overwhelmed with everything. I’m sorry it took me so long to say something, sugar.” I let out another loud sob, my nails digging crescents into her shoulders. We sat there a while as I sobbed and took deep breath’s as per Juliens instructions, every once and a while she’d whisper a “it’s okay, my love. I’m here.” Or “shhhhh, it’s okay sugar. I love you so much, I’m gonna help you through this.” As she pet my hair.

After about a half hour, she got me to calm down. My sobs turning into random tears Julien wiped right away, and the pain in my chest completely gone. My grip on her loosened, I was merely hugging her now. She was still petting the back of my head softly “take the night off from school stuff, or at least let me help you. I’ll make you dinner and we could just lie on the couch together and watch whatever movie you want. Please?” I thought for a second, eventually shaking my head no. “I have my Astronomy and my Calculus exams tomorrow. My paper is also due tomorrow, I really can’t stop now.” I said and she sighed “can I please make you dinner? And you can sit at the counter and study or write or whatever you need to do. I just…just want to be with you. Please?” She pleaded with me. “Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.” We can to an agreement that I’d spend 2 hours working. An hour for studying, and an hour for the paper so I’d be done working around 6:30. The hour of studying went by quickly, I did let Julien help a little. Letting her quiz me or help me figure out equations, it helped and I felt like I could breathe again. The hour of writing the last page of my research paper…not so much. It was the longest hour of my life, I didn’t have anything left to say, I mean it was the end. I almost started crying of frustration, but Julien swooped in. She put in some bigger words so that the paper looked longer, the whole page was filled. Finally finished, a huge weight fell off my chest. “This was so nice of you, j. Thank you so much I really really appreciate it. I love you.” I said and I looked at her with a wide smile. “It was my pleasure baby, you already look happier. I love that, I love you.” I took her face in my hands and pulled her forward for a kiss, soft but filled with love. We pulled away and pressed our foreheads together, holding each other in the kitchen for a moment of peace. “Take me to bed?” I asked and she nodded, dragging me to our bedroom.

We got ready for bed together, silently but a comfortable silence. Than we went to bed, my body almost completely on top of hers. “I love you.” I whispered before completely falling to sleep on her. The next morning she drove me to my exams, after I got back in the car with a huge smile on my face. Not only because I knew I’d passed, but because I had her.

Can you tell I love corny endings? I love corny endings. I’m almost done with like two other fics, I just have to get my ass in gear and actually finish them 😭

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[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me

Here’s the first fic that’s part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there's a new fic every tuesday!

January

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“Daddy, you made my bun lopsided!”

All Jack could do was sigh and redo his daughter’s hair again. They were going to be late if they kept this up. It was January, and it was the first day of school from winter break.

“Ok, Jayla, is this better?” Jack watched as she turned in her seat on top of the bathroom counter. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face as she tapped her pointer finger to her chin as she inspected her hair. “A LOT BETTER!”

“Thank god!” Jack said as he lifted her off the counter. If they didn’t leave in the next 5 minutes, she was going to be late. “Ok, soldier, I need you to go put on your shoes and wait for daddy at the door.”

Jayla stood at attention “Sir, yes sir!” She saluted him before taking off down the hall and towards her room. Moments later Jack hears her feet running back towards him, Jayla popped her head back into the bathroom “Thank you for doing my hair, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, mamas.”

The drive to school was pretty quiet other than the sounds of Jayla playing with her Bratz dolls in the backseat. Jack heard the little girl let out a deep dramatic sigh as he pulled into the school parking lot. He ignored the sigh as he got out the car to open her door, knowing what was coming next.

As he opened the door, Jayla sighed again but louder.

“Daddy…” Jayla said in almost a whine

“Yes, mamas.” Jack said while still unbuckling her out of her seat.

“Can I miss one day of school please?!” Jack had to give it to her, the puppy dog eyes were top notch. But he knew better than to give in. “You can’t, Jay. We’ve talked about this.”

Out of the car now, Jayla stomped her foot on the pavement and crossed her arms. “Why do you get to stay home all day and I can’t?!” She exclaimed looking up at him with her hands now on her hips. Jack bent down to her eye level.

“I’m at home working—“

“I can work from home too!”

All Jack could do was drop his head in a sigh, wishing her mother was here for moments like this.

“There’s things teachers can teach you that daddy can’t. It’s only for a couple hours.” Jack watched as Jayla continued to pout in front of him.

“And remember how excited you were when you found out you were getting a new teacher!” Jayla’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah! Because Miss Brown had a baby!” She exclaimed

“Exactly, so if you don’t go you’ll miss out on the chance to meet her!”

Jayla starts bouncing on her toes before grabbing Jack’s hand and starts dragging him towards the entrance of the school.

“C’mon, slow poke!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that as he followed behind her.

JACKHARLOW

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“Jack, you sure you don’t want to hold on to this track, it's fire!” His long-time engineer, Nickie Jon asked him.

Jack just shook his head. He was happy with being a ghostwriter. Less pressure.

“But, Jack—“ the sound of Jack’s phone ringing interrupted whatever Nickie was going to say next. Jack breathed a sigh of relief before pulling his phone out his pocket.

Bloom Elementary School

Jack immediately answered the phone.

“Hello?” Jack said as he started grabbing his things. The school has never called him. Not even once.

“Hello. Mr. Harlow. I’m Miss Love, Jayla’s first grade teacher.”

Jack knew who she was, well kinda. The school was always sending daily emails. Reminders on how Jayla was doing, upcoming PTA meetings etc. So he remembers the email about Jayla’s class getting a new teacher after winter break. Back when Jack was in the public eye, he was more involved with the school since he was an alumni. The last few years Jack didn’t do many public appearances at the school, but would still anonymously donate money. He couldn’t stand the stares and whispers and people feeling sorry for him.

“Is everything alright?” Jack asked in a slight panic. His hand was already on the doorknob ready to leave. He was getting flashbacks to four years ago when his life changed drastically.

“She’s fine, I promise.”

Jack felt like a weight had been lifted as he released the breath he was holding. “Fuck, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Mr. Harlow.” She practically scolded him over the phone.

“Sorry, sorry! You just scared me, that's all.” Jack ran his hand through his already curls. Jack leaned against the door of his home studio. He felt like he needed to pick his heart up from the ground.

“No I’m sorry, I really should’ve opened with something better.” Miss Love said, sounding apologetic.

“It’s okay, how can I help you, Miss Love?”

“I was wondering if I could have a meeting with you after school? Jayla got into an altercation at school during recess.”

“Uh what? Jayla got in a fight?” Jack questioned. That did not sound like his child.

He listened as Miss Love cleared her throat before speaking again which made Jack stand up straighter. Yeah, Jayla was a tad bit sassy, and could be a chatter box but she had never gotten into any sort of trouble at school. She was very kind and was always nice to everyone around her. He couldn’t imagine her getting into a fight.

“She pushed another classmate at the playground, and while it wasn’t unwarranted I want to try to avoid this happening again in the future.”

Jack took a hand and rubbed his temples. “Yeah, of course. Can we talk today, after school?”

“Sounds good, see you soon Mr. Harlow.”

“Thanks for calling, Miss Love.”

When Jack was younger he always dreamed of settling down In Louisville and having kids with the person he loved. 

Jack met Jayla’s mother, Alyssa backstage at one of his concerts and it was love at first sight. They dated for a couple years before she ended up pregnant. They were only 22 years old, one of his first hits WHATS POPPIN was topping the charts. They say the best moments in life are completely unexpected. While they were scared of bringing a baby into the world when they were both so busy, they couldn’t be happier. 

The first couple months after Jayla was born were tough. With Jack’s schedule getting busier and busier and her Alyssa going through postpartum, the two spent many nights staying awake and crying together.

Jack’s parents tried to help out the best she could but while Jack and Alyssa were grateful for all the help they didn’t want to be so dependent on them. 

Thankfully, things did get easier for them and they were on track to raising a beautiful and wonderful baby girl. If you had told Jack back then that years later he would unexpectedly become a single father, he would have laughed in your face.

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Being a teacher wasn’t always on Ariel Love’s vision board. She had dreams of becoming a writer. It wasn’t until she was offered a student teacher position in college that she fell in love with teaching. That's where she found out that working with kids was the most fun and rewarding job ever. 

Ariel was born in Kentucky but moved to DC when she was only a little girl. It wasn’t till her principal at her old school presented her with a job opportunity to teach first grade back in Kentucky that she decided to move. During her interview with Bloom Elementary, they loved her background in writing and her work experience that they decided to hire her. 

She has never taught her own class before, having always been a teacher’s assistant. That being said, she was very excited for her first day. 

She had no idea that she was going to have to call home to one of her kids on her very first day. Miss Brown, the class's former teacher, had left notes on her kids so that she knew what she was working with. Ariel was shocked when she had to stop Jayla Harlow from hurting another child, Miss Brown only had positive things to say about her. 

Even now it was hard to believe that the little girl who was sitting at her desk coloring had almost got in a fight today. 

After the situation at recess, Ariel had heard whispers about Jayla’s father. Apparently, he used to be some super hot big time rapper before he suddenly retired and fell off the face of the earth. None of the whispers could prepare her for when he walked into her classroom. Walking in wearing a gray new balance tracksuit with new balance to match. A gold KY chain dangled around his neck and it looked identical to the one Jayla was wearing today. He had a beautiful set of bright blue eyes, with a scruffy beard and a head full of messy curls that looked like he was constantly running his fingers through. 

Their eyes met for a second before he walked over to Jayla’s desk to greet her. Ariel watched as he pulled Jayla into his chest for an embrace and placed a kiss on her forehead. She couldn’t hear what he whispered in her ear but she could hear Jayla’s silent reply “okay, daddy.” Before quietly plopping back down in her seat. 

Ariel stood from her seat as Mr. Harlow walked towards her. “Thank you for stopping by, Mr Harlow.” She said as she extended her hand for him to shake, and immediately noticed there was no ring on his finger. She felt her face get warm as his large hand grabbed hers. 

“Uh, please call me Jack. I’m not even thirty yet so Mr. Harlow makes me feel old.”

“Ok, Jack. And since we’re going to be on a first name basis, you can call me Ariel.”

“Ariel,” he said slowly. “Like the mermaid?”

She could help but laugh at that. “Yes, exactly like the mermaid.”

She then motioned towards the seat in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

“First, I just wanted to apologize for this morning. Definitely didn’t mean to scare you with the call.” Ariel began to ramble. 

Jack just shook his head and waved away her apology. “It’s alright, I promise.”

“You said on the phone that she pushed someone?”

Ariel sat up straighter at her desk. “Yes. While I’ve only been Jayla’s teacher for about…” she looked down at her watch “five hours now, I can already tell she’s a wonderful student. Miss Brown only had the best things to say about her. One of our classmates was bothering a little girl from the kindergarten class, she did use her words before pushing the child. I’ve spoken to both of their parents about the situation as well."

“It won’t happen again, I’ve always taught her to keep her hands to herself. Right, Jayla?” Jack said before turning around and giving his daughter a stern look. 

Jayla lifted her head up at the call of her name. “Right, but daddy they were being mean to Nova…so I’m not that sorry! ” Jayla exclaimed 

Jack immediately turned back towards Ariel. “The student was Nova Wyatt?” 

While she wasn’t supposed to give out this information, she figured that there was no point in lying to him. 

“Yes, I assume you know her?”

“Yeah, I’m her godfather, and Nova’s dad is Jayla’s”

Jack sighed and placed his head in hands for a moment. He then lifted his head to speak again. “Shit, I’m sorry. Is there going to be any disciplinary actions for Jayla?” He asked before taking a look at Jayla before looking at Ariel once more.

Ariel narrowed her eyes at him for cursing again before shaking her head no. “Between me and you, Jayla was really upset about the situation. She immediately understood what she did was wrong. She’s not a bad kid, just protective over the people she loves.”

She watched as Jack nodded and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I really appreciate it, is that all?” He asked as he went to stand. 

Ariel nodded and grabbed a purple sticky note and wrote her number down. “As you know, I of course have your number because it’s in Jayla’s file but I wanted to give you mine.” She handed Jack her number and tried to ignore the small spark she felt when his fingers grazed hers as he took the slip 

“My line is always open. You can ask me anything pertaining Jayla or about school events coming up. I can even send you little updates about her throughout the day.”

Jack smiled while looking at the note, loving the way she dotted her i’s with hearts. “Thanks, I’ll definitely reach out about school related things. I would love updates about Jayla, I miss her during the day.”

“You can even text me even if it’s not about school events.” Ariel blurted out, jesus first day of teaching and she’s already making a fool out of herself in front of a parent. At least this one is cute.

Jack could tell she was embarrassed but there was no reason too because he was planning on doing that anyway. “Hm, I think I will.” He told her with a smirk on his face. 

Ariel’s face warmed at that. “I think that’s all. You and Jayla are free to go.”

She watched as Jack grabbed Jayla’s Bratz backpack and swung it over his shoulders as they walked towards the door. 

“BYE, Miss, Love! See you tomorrow. I won’t push anyone tomorrow, I promise!” Jayla told her with a wave

She tried to hold in her laughter. “Bye, Jayla! We’ll have a better day tomorrow, I’m sure.” She gave the two one last wave before tending to the paperwork on her desk. 

Ariel could help but smile huge at the exchange she heard outside her door. 

“Daddy, were you flirting with Miss Love?”

“Will you quiet down?”

there was a beat of silence. 

“well…were you?”

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Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.” 

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him. 

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

~

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love. 

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind. 

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details. 

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?”  Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

~

Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously. 

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks. 

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?” 

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him. 

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective. 

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way. 

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify. 

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later.  When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.”  Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.”  Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.”  Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob. 

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free? 

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut. 

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

~

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.” 

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends. 

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

~

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up. 

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word. 

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak? 

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds. 

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away. 

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal. 

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.” 

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes. 

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before. 

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.” 

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body. 

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

~

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter. 

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer? 

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily. 

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together.  “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

~~~

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Crush on You | HJS

❄ Summary: Joshua hates the idea of you being all alone for winter break so he wants to surprise you.

❄ Pairing: Joshua x GN!Reader

❄ Genres & AUs: Fluff, friends to lovers au, college au

❄ Rating: PG

❄ Warnings: None just Joshua being the sweetest

❄ Words: 3.3k

❄ Note: First fic of 2023! Big thank you to @toikiii​ for reading this over for me! This is an old fic of mine that I’ve been meaning to get around to rewriting when I was feeling especially soft. My brain simply would not rest and I literally couldn’t work on any other wip until I got some of these Joshua feelings out. The swiftness at which he shot up my bias list since last year is unfair because I didn’t ask to be this down bad for him, yet here I am.

I told myself I’d start working on my Seventeen wips in the new year and here we are - soft hours for Joshua are open forever!

Being broke during winter break sucks. Being broke during winter break and alone sucks even more. Being broke during winter break and being alone and being in a whole different country sucks the most.

You plan on buying your plane ticket to go home for the break early on. You tell yourself over and over again that you’re going to get it months ahead of time. Of course what you plan and what actually happens are two different things.

September is when you’re going to get the round-trip ticket. If you get it out of the way three months in advance, you won’t have to worry about doing anything last minute or having to pay more as the day grows closer. You have the money in your account and as soon as you finish your homework for the week, you’ll sit down, get the ticket, and plan the trip.

Unfortunately, you make the fatal mistake of allowing all of your friends to squeeze into your dorm room to celebrate the coming weekend. Thanks to the half-full bottle of soju that spilled all over your laptop, you learn two things that day; one is to never let a group of college boys drink excessive amounts of alcohol in your dorm room. The second thing is to never let a drunk Kwon Soonyoung anywhere near your expensive things ever again. Ever.

October rolls around and after buying a new computer and making sure Soonyoung knows that he’s indebted to you for basically the rest of his life, you’re back to saving up again. That’s short-lived though when you leave your backpack, which just so happens to have most of your textbooks in it, on the train.

This time you mostly blame Seungkwan. There’s a new restaurant opening in Gangnam that he really wants to try and everyone else is either busy or doesn’t want to go. He has to bribe you with a free meal, but you ultimately agree.

The problem is, he gets so caught up in trying things and gushing over the food that you miss your train back to campus, meaning you’ll likely be late for curfew. He pays the bill and the two of you sprint to the train to catch the next one. Once you reach your stop, you have to push through the abnormally crowded train passengers to get out, and in the process, your backpack is forgotten on the seat you and Seungkwan shared and you don’t realize that your bag isn’t slung over either of your shoulders until the train is long gone. While, yes you blame the incident on your forgetfulness, Seungkwan had told you that he'd carry your backpack and then didn’t so it’s still partially his fault.

November is your fault, which you can admit. Dragging along as many of your thirteen closest friends as will go with you to a SHINee pop-up shop in Busan means more planning and money than you account for. At the time all you have on your mind is getting your hands on as many limited edition fan items as possible, but once you’re faced with the double-digit number in your bank account, irresponsibility and guilt settle heavily on your shoulders.

December brings on tests and projects almost nonstop which barely leaves enough time for you to sleep and eat, so your mind is on school and school alone. You’ve seen the holiday decorations and heard plenty of people talking about the upcoming break, but your homework takes precedence over anything else.

After months of excuse after excuse, and you simply forgetting, here you are now; alone while all of your friends have already gone home for break, most of them only having to hop on a train to get there. Barely anyone is on campus at all and the few students that did stay back are unfamiliar to you so you choose the solitude of your own room for the next week.

Your family doesn’t have the funds to get you a ticket, so your financial irresponsibility is your problem and yours alone. Of course, your friends offer to pay for your ticket home, which when you decline, their next suggestion is to let you go home with one of them, but you turn them all down on that offer too. You want them to enjoy their time with their families and not have to worry about their foreign friend tagging awkwardly along.

You regret your decision just a little bit as you trek through the freshly fallen snow to the bus stop. The fact that the school's cafeteria would be closed with most of the staff gone, hadn't occurred to you either, which is why you found yourself in the small tteokbokki place about fifteen minutes away from school on New Year’s eve.

You’re in the middle of grumpily stuffing your face full of rice cakes when your phone rings on the table. After glancing at the contact name and photo, you quickly swallow the food in your mouth before swiping your finger across the screen to answer the phone.

“Yeah?”

“Is that any way to greet your lovely friend?” A chuckle comes through the line making you scoff while simultaneously trying to ignore your rapid heartbeat.

“You're Joshua, you don't count.”

“Are you saying if I was Jihoon or Jeonghan you would've answered nicer?!” He gasps in faux offense.

“I don't know, maybe. Neither of them has hit me in the face with a door you know,” you taunt, trying not to laugh. You’ll never let him live down the fact that your first time meeting was due to him accidentally smacking you in the face with the door to your shared math class.

“How long are you gonna keep bringing that up?! I said I was sorry!” Joshua lets out a deep sigh and you can practically hear him sulking over the phone. “Anyway, where are you?”

“Tteokbokki,” you simply answer, not needing to explain where since he’ll know “Why?”

“Go back to your room.”

“What?”

“I sent you something and you have to hurry back, like, now.”

“Bu-”

“I'm serious you have to go now. I’ll time you and if you aren't there in less than twenty minutes, I'm sending it back.”

“You can’t just unsend a mailed gift!”

The sound of the dial tone is his reply.

You usually aren’t one to listen to people demanding you to do things. You can admit to being pretty stubborn and petty at times and you can proudly say no if you didn't want to do something.

Well, unless the one telling you what to do was Joshua Hong.

You did a flawless job (in your opinion) of hiding the fact that you’ve, more or less, fallen for one of your best friends. All of your male friends were handsome and fun to be around, but there is something about Joshua that you can’t put your finger on, but it makes you feel so many things for him. His sweet smiles always make your heart practically beat out of your chest. His laughter makes you weak in the knees; the sound is like your favorite song. Anytime you sit close to him, you find yourself daydreaming of being more than friends, the urge to hold his hand always at the forefront of your mind.

Obviously, you haven’t told a single soul about this and you plan to keep it that way. The last thing you need is to disrupt the dynamic of your newfound family with a silly little crush, but you still can’t help the giddy feeling you get around him or the way that you tend to do nearly anything he asks of you.

Today is no expectation as you promptly stand up, throw away your trash, and beeline out of the restaurant and to the bus stop to go back to campus.

With your boots caked in snow, palms sweaty, and breathing labored from fast-walking to get here, you’re back at your building and rushing into your room. Upon stepping inside, you instantly note that it looks different than the way you left it.

Your walls, which are usually covered in posters, now have sparkly, silver stars hanging haphazardly around the room. There’s a string of blinking fairy lights hung up on the ceiling, a few feet above your head and there’s a candle burning that smells strongly of sugar cookies. Sitting on your desk is a small artificial Christmas tree complete with rainbow-blinking lights and a little gold star on the top. Your eyes only scan these things briefly before they land on the man sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bed. His phone is next to him, playing a soft R&B song that you can’t name, but it sounds nice. He’s wearing a red and white sweater and a glittery ‘Happy New Year’ headband. Joshua’s wide, bright smile completes the ensemble.

“Surprise!” Joshua bounces off your bed and throws his arms in the air.

You’re still standing in the doorway, unsure of what to even say. A jumble of things runs through your mind, but the only thing you manage to get out is, “How'd you even get those lights on the ceiling? You’re not that tall.”

Joshua throws his head back and laughs in response. “I show up here when I'm supposed to be at home and turn your room into what looks like the holidays threw up in it, and that's what you say to me?”

As if a switch is flipped, you snap out of your daze and kick your soggy shoes off, tossing your coat on the back of your desk chair and plopping down on the edge of your bed.

“Okay then, why are you not in California and how did you do this?” You try your best not to sound as giddy as you feel and ignore the somersaults your stomach is doing under your sweater.

“Well, as you know I did go home.”

“Yes, we all facetimed for Christmas I’m aware.”

“Don’t interrupt!” He playfully scolds, and it makes your face heat up. “As I was saying, I went home, but I was still thinking about you here alone and I just couldn’t stop imagining you sitting here with no one to celebrate any of the holidays with and I hated it. So, I bought a plane ticket and got back here this morning to surprise you. I actually didn’t know if you’d be in your room or not, but when I came by you were already gone so I let myself in and decided this was a better surprise than showing up with the decorations in my arms and making you put them up with me. Worked pretty well I'd say.” Joshua pats himself on the back and admires his work with a pleased grin.

“Okay… but why?”

“Why what?” Joshua sits on the bed next to you, your body going rigid. You try to create some distance between the two of you, the usual butterflies in your stomach going insane.

“Why did you go through the trouble of setting all of this up and leaving your family? During the holidays of all time.”

Joshua's face is suddenly serious as he turns towards you. “Because I know you. I know when you're unhappy, even when you try and hide it. You've been unhappy all month and I could tell. When you’re sad about something you get weirdly quiet all the time, whether you notice or not. You also get more agitated than usual and you stare off into space a lot.” He scoots closer to you ever so carefully. “We've known each other for two years so I've had plenty of time to pick up little things about you. I probably know more about you than you think.” Joshua shrugs and glances away from you. His tone has been casual, but you don’t miss the blush that spreads over his face.

“So… you ditched your family early to come back to school during break and spent your time and money on decorations for my room because you wanted me to not be unhappy?”

“Well, I mean you're my friend, obviously.” His face is still turned away from you, but the strain in his voice is noticeable. Seeing Joshua act so flustered gives you a boost of unexpected confidence, so you decide to see how far you can push this conversation. Admitting that you have a crush on him terrifies you to no end, but maybe you can gauge his feelings.

“But I'm also friends with Mingyu and Chan and they didn't go out of their way to do this for me.”

“Yeah, but they're not clever enough to think of doing this. And they're also nowhere near as nice as I am.”

“What about Wonwoo? He's pretty smart. And Seungcheol is actually the sweetest man I've ever met. If anyone would've planned all of this, it would've been him,” you say matter-of-factly.

Joshua finally turns to look at you then, clearly offended.

“What do you mean?! I’m very sweet! How about that time I brought you all of your homework and let you copy my lecture notes that whole week you were sick! And the time last year that I surprised you with EXID tickets for your birthday! And let us not forget all the food I’ve made and bought you when you have cravings! I’m so nice I don't know how you stand it! Seungcheol sucks." He puffs out his cheeks and crosses his arms, a pout forming on his perfect lips.

You have to turn your head and change the giggle you nearly let out into a cough.

“Well yeah, but Seungcheol always compliments me. He also makes sure that when he gets coffee for himself before our Tuesday morning class, that he brings me a caramel latte since he knows it’s my favorite. You've never brought me anything before our class.”

Joshua’s brown eyes stare into yours as you talk, his jaw clenching in annoyance, but you keep talking. “Oh! And he always holds doors open for me. Let's not forget what happened the last time you and a door were anywhere near me.”

“Not this again -” He groans out through gritted teeth.

“And, Seungcheol also makes sure any restaurants we go have plenty of nut-free options for my allergy and -” Joshua grabs your waist, tugging you forward and sending you falling against his chest. When you look up at him and your eyes meet, he hesitates for only a second before bringing his lips to meet yours.

He moves his hands up to cup your face and turns his head, aligning your lips at a better angle. Your fingers grip the front of his sweater, hands bunching up the fabric.

Kissing Joshua Hong is only something that you dream about and keep to yourself, but this moment, right now with him, is better than any scenario your brain has conjured up on its own.

The two of you lose track of time, nothing mattering except how soft Joshua’s lips are and how good he smells, and how warm his hands on you are.

It isn’t until you need to breathe do both of you pull back slowly, neither of you really wanting to do so. Once your eyes flutter open, they widen, the realization of what just happened hitting you. Joshua on the other hand looks much more relaxed - relieved even.

“I can’t believe you kissed me,” you breathe out, almost in a whisper, afraid that if you’re too loud you’ll wake up from what you’re still convinced may be a dream.

“I can’t believe you kissed me back.” The two of you share a quiet laugh.

“Is that why you came back to do all of this for me?”

Joshua gives you a look that very much feels like a non-verbal ‘duh!’ “I thought it was obvious honestly. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first met you.”

“With my bloody nose and all, huh?”

His pretty face twists in agony at your teasing. “You’re going to make me apologize for the rest of my life about the door huh?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Our kids are going to ask how we met and you’re going to tell them that their father nearly knocked you out and had to rush you to the campus infirmary and how for the rest of the day I stalked you around school to make sure you didn’t randomly pass out because I gave you brain damage.”

You chuckle at his dramatics, telling your heart to stop trying to leap out of your chest at the idea of kids and a future with Joshua. You’ve been more than friends for less than an hour at least - you have got to calm down.

“Oh, before I forget, no more talking about Seungcheol like that anymore, okay? And I'm going to tell him not to bring you lattes in the morning because I'm going to do it.”

“But your classes on Tuesdays don’t start until eleven.”

“Guess I'll just have to get up early and meet you then. I’m going to be nicer than Seungcheol can ever hope to be. You’re mine now so no one can be nicer to you than me.”

“Whatever you say, Shua.” You roll your eyes at him, fighting back a giddy smile.

“Good. Now that that's settled, let’s pack a bag for you.” Joshua hops off of the bed and drags your suitcase out from under your bed.

“What? Why?”

“You wouldn’t let me buy you a plane ticket back home, so you're coming home with me,” he says as he bounds over to your closet. Just as you open your mouth to object, he puts a hand up. “You're not going to spend the rest of the break here alone. I got a round-trip ticket for myself and one for you too. The flight leaves tomorrow morning, so we should get your stuff ready now.”

Crossing your arms, you watch him casually look through your clothes. “And what if I didn’t like you back? You didn’t even know that I felt the same way about you.”

He only shrugs. “Honestly? I didn’t plan that far ahead. I just wanted to get to you so you weren’t lonely anymore and I’d figure it out from there.” He emerges with an armful of your sweaters, beginning to neatly fold them and set them in your open suitcase. “But now I don’t have to vanish off the face of the planet due to embarrassment and a broken heart which is good because I told my parents I was bringing you back. My mom is super excited to meet you.”

The thought of going home with your friends was awkward to you which is why you turned everyone down. The thought of going home with your used-to-be-friend-who-is-now-your-boyfriend makes you just as nervous, if not more, but even so, you don’t object as you join Joshua in packing your things and set your bag by your door for the morning.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling, something you never want to stop doing with him as long as you live. When the countdown to midnight starts, you watch on your laptop as a new station counts down and as soon as midnight hits, Joshua’s pulling you into another kiss, this one just as magical as the first.

Your lips are still tingling when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“Happy New Year, Y/n.”

“Happy New Year, Shua.”

Sleep comes next for both of you, Joshua mentioning that the flight is pretty early and that you need your rest before dealing with the chaos of the airport. He rambles a little as you fall asleep, going on about wanting to take you to all his favorite places back home. Just hearing the excitement in his voice helps you decide that maybe visiting his family wouldn't be so bad. Especially if he keeps kissing you the way he does and looking at you with those soft, sparkling eyes. Hell, if he asked you to fly to the moon with him right now, you’ll likely say yes without a second thought and not regret a single thing. Not as long as you’re with him.

#kvanity #joshua hong #joshua hong fic #joshua hong fanfic #joshua fic #joshua fanfic #joshua fluff #joshua hong fluff #joshua x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #hong jisoo

[modelbus]

Ayup! This is the anon who requested the CC!Dream x Gn!reader with academic rivals to lovers and accidental confession. I just realized I didn't congratulate you on your 500 when I requested and I feel really bad about it. so... Congratulations on the 500!!! 🎉🎉🎉 You deserve this and so much more :]

Don’t feel bad! Just sending a request for the event is like congratulating me, but thank you! I wasn't sure if you meant the reader confessing or Dream, but I picked Dream!

Pairing: CC!Dream x Gn!Reader

Academic Rivals To Lovers - Accidental Confession

It was a rare sight for you to be at a party, but school was out for winter break, and you needed it. Already several people had made jokes about you leaving your “studying cave” to join them. Mildly annoying, yes, but at least you were socializing with your peers.

The party was made so much worse by the fact that Dream also had emerged from his “study cave,” though. How unlucky were you? Apparently, very.

Since day one, you and Dream had a rivalry. When your shared math teacher declared you both had tied for the best score on the test, it could only get worse from there. You were determined to be the best for college. He was determined to be the best for the ego boost.

It wasn’t just a thing between you guys, either. Everyone knew. The number of bets you’ve seen on who the valedictorian will be was ridiculous. Hell, even the teachers were in on it!

“Are you going to talk to him?” Your friend Niki asks, motioning to Dream.

“And ruin my night? Are you kidding?” You laugh. “Not a chance.”

"You two..." She sighs. "You have to admit he does look nicer when he isn't in school. You do too."

That, you couldn't deny. In a plain white T-shirt and black jeans, Dream looked better than nice. He looked good. But you were strictly rivals. The three-day crush you had on him back in Freshmen year was long gone. That was before you realized he was your competitor.

"Don't expect to see it often." You joke, raising your drink to your mouth. It's not alcohol, you couldn't risk the hangover. Instead, it's fruit punch.

"If this is the only night you're going to enjoy high school, then let's give you the full experience." Niki takes the drink from your hand, placing it on the windowsill behind you. "Starting with talking to people."

"Oh no, talking to people!" You sarcastically gasp, feigning horror.

"Yes, yes, I know."

She starts to march you in the direction of Dream, and your horror begins to turn real. Niki wouldn't make you talk to Dream tonight, would she?

"Niki-" You start, but it's too late.

"Hey guys!" Niki exclaims, smiling at Dream and his friends.

Maybe it's stupid, but you know both of their names despite barely talking to either. You probably knew more about Dream than was considered healthy, but it was all learned against your will. For example, you knew he spoke Latin after a debate club incident. Who the hell speaks Latin for fun?

"Hey!" Sapnap greets. "We were just talking about you two!"

"Good things?" Niki asks.

Sapnap opens his mouth to answer, but Dream beats him to it.

"About you, maybe."

So they were talking shit about you. Great.

"He's kidding." George smoothly interjects. "We were talking about how nice it is to finally see the two recluses at a party."

"For the record, I'm not a recluse." You protest, careful not to defend Dream in your statement.

"I just took fruit punch from you." Niki deadpans.

Dream laughs, holding his solo cup up to mock you. "At least I'm not drinking fruit punch."

"No, you're drinking 99% fruit punch and 1% alcohol instead." Sapnap corrects him, ducking out of reach when Dream sends a hand his way.

"Anyways, we were going to the dance floor and wanted to see if any of you wanted to come." Niki motions to the room next to the one you're in.

"We were?" You ask.

"Yup!"

"Hell yeah, let me find Karl and Quackity!" Sapnap immediately agrees, leaving to find the other two.

"I'm good." Dream takes a sip from his drink, eyes never leaving yours.

You hated him and his stupid green eyes and his stupid curls.

"Well, can't say I didn't try!"

With that, Niki drags you away to the next item on her party checklist: dancing. Although dancing isn't your strong suit, you manage to dance for long enough to lose her in the crowd of people and slip away.

Niki means well, but you were much happier just watching everyone and absorbing your surroundings. That's where the fun was really at. If you were dancing, you'd be missing out on all the drama going down right in front of you.

Leaning against a wall, you let your eyes wander over the kids you've grown up with. You were quite good at being invisible before your rivalry with Dream, so you use those skills to your advantage now. Everyone else seems to look right past you.

Except, of course, the one person that always manages to find you.

"I guess the partying spirit didn't last long." Dream laughs, mimicking your pose next to you.

"What do you want?"

"What, I can't have a casual conversation?"

"Not with me, no."

He rolls his eyes. "Well, that's what I'm trying to do here. Have a casual conversation. With you."

"Why?"

"Because I want to? I don't fucking know. It's just interesting we both decided to come to the same party. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone overheard my plans at school."

The idea of you eavesdropping on him is so ridiculous you scoff.

"As if I'd waste my energy listening to you."

"Ouch." He laughs. "Way to hurt a guy."

"Thanks, I was trying."

Dream grins, going silent for a moment and looking away from you. You take the chance to observe him. Beyond what Niki had said about him looking nice, he looks more relaxed. Maybe there was something about school being toxic.

He starts to look back at you, so you quickly avert your eyes.

"It's interesting to see how dumb they all act, isn't it?" Dream asks. "Like, look at Foolish."

Looking at where he nods, you can see Foolish attempting to do a handstand in the middle of the dance floor, much to the amusement and support of onlookers.

"He's having fun." You laugh.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely."

Is this the first time you've agreed on something? Huh.

"Hey, this is the first time we've agreed on something." You voice. "Even if it is Foolish having fun."

"What? No way." He shakes his head.

"Yes! We're always at each other's throats!"

"No, I remember when you made that point about Romeo and Juliet in English class. Everyone thought I was going to say it was stupid, but I kept quiet because you were right."

You wrack your brain, trying to think of that moment. It's been a while since you've even thought of Romeo and Juliet, but the moment comes back to you.

"That was two years ago." You point out.

"Oh. Well, it still counts."

"No it doesn't."

"Why not?"

"Because it was two years ago! People change in two years!"

"This hasn't changed!" He motions between you two, raising his eyebrows.

"That's because we're rivals. Rivalries don't just change."

"Yes, they do." He stubbornly says, crossing his arms.

"Did you learn nothing from English class, ever?" You ask.

"No, because I already knew it all."

"Clearly not! People stay rivals until one of them wins. Let me put it into simple terms: superheroes and villains."

"That's so clearly different, it's not real life!"

You fully turn your body toward him now, looking up to meet his eyes. This party turned from fun into a debate with Dream. For some reason that doesn't mean it's ruined. If anything, you're enjoying this even more.

"We're real life!"

"We don't count!"

Both of your voices are raising, progressively getting louder and louder.

"And why the fuck not?!"

"Because I have a fucking crush on you!" He practically yells. The second the words are out of his mouth, his face drains of color. "I didn't mean to say that."

He... what?

All of your eloquence has left you. Every skill you've ever used to write essays that get you good grades has seemingly evaporated. For once, you just don't know how to respond.

"What?" You whisper, head spinning.

No. Everyone knew that you were rivals, that you two just didn't get along. Right?

"I didn't mean to say that." Dream repeats, looking more and more panicked as every second ticks by.

Once, you were both competing in a science fair. It spanned the entire school and was set up in the gym for judges to look at. You had stepped out for one second, just to go to the bathroom, and had run into Dream. The reason why you couldn't remember, but the two of you ended up getting into an argument.

When you returned to your project, it was destroyed. Dream's was set up right next to yours, and you were completely convinced he had done it despite being with you the entire time. But he had taken one look at your project and dropped his on the floor, destroying it himself.

At the time you had taken it as an example of his character. The fact he didn't want to beat you unless it was on fair ground. It pissed you off more than it would have if he had just won the stupid thing. But now?

Now you're thinking maybe that wasn't just an example of his character.

And now that you're thinking back on every memory you have of him, every time you've ever seen or spoken to him, it's all twisting in your mind. You can pull out certain conversations that were too out of character for your typically feisty rival, that you had passed off as flukes.

"You didn't mean to say that." You say slowly. "But you mean it?"

Dream hesitates, and you know him so well that you have the answer before he even speaks.

"Yeah. You weren't meant to find out like this. Or ever, really."

"How long?"

"Since we were Freshmen."

"Wha- that was four years ago!"

"Yeah." He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess it was."

Four years of you being utterly oblivious. While you planned his demise, he was crushing on you. Except, you weren't really planning his demise.

You were looking forward to every chance to speak with him, to every debate you've ever had with him. A part of you was so wrapped up in having a challenge that you never stopped to think about how you really felt toward Dream. Sure, you hated the idea he might get valedictorian. But Dream himself?

Holy shit.

"You're thinking something." Dream says carefully. "Listen, if this makes you uncomfortable-"

"Shut the fuck up." You breathe, running a hand through your hair. The world was caving in on you and settling into place at the same time.

"Okay." He nods, then proceeds to not shut the fuck up. "Is that a 'go away' shut the fuck up? Or an 'I need a moment to think' one?"

"For someone so goddamn smart, you're so goddamn dumb."

Before he has a chance to reply to that with another dumbass comment, you grab his shirt and kiss him. Hard.

He reacts in an instant, taking control of the kiss and pressing you against the wall to hide you behind him in case anyone looks at you two. When he finally pulls away, you're breathless.

"Fucking-" Dream pants, eyes wide. "I should've said something so much earlier if I knew that was going to happen."

"Stop talking and kiss me."

He grins. "I would, but unless you want to become the next big drama, I suggest we get out of here."

"Are you saying we should go somewhere alone?" You joke, raising your eyebrows. "Aren't you worried I'll eat you alive or something?"

"Oh, I'm counting on it, darling."

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken #dream x you #dream x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #dream mcyt #dream dsmp

[bbyboibinnie]

strawberry milk cheeks

synopsis: there was nothing that led up to that moment. there were no previous words spoken, glances exchanged, or even acknowledgment of his existence. despite it all, he asked you out and to his surprise as well as your own, you accepted. 

pairing: seo changbin x gender neutral reader 

genre: high school au, strangers to lovers, fake dating/bet, angst (lots of it bc I love angst), also lots of fluff

warning: swearing

wc: 5.7K

Walking past the double doors and into the crowded hallway, you joined the sea of other students who were hurriedly making their way to class. The bus had arrived at your stop a few minutes late this morning and despite it being the middle of an icy winter, you could feel the perspiration starting to form on your forehead as you tried to make it to your seat in calculus before the late bell signaled. Right as you dropped your bag on the floor, the blaring sound went off and you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Classic y/n, never early yet never late,” Jeongin greeted you with a knowing smile. The room was filled with chatter as the students waited for the teacher to begin the lesson. 

“Yeah yeah, good morning to you too,” you gave him your best attempt at a smile being that it was seven am and you weren’t a morning person. 

The next fifty minutes came and went and so did the next fifty minute class after that and so on until it was finally lunch. 

You let out a disappointed sigh, “I can’t believe they ran out of strawberry milk. I mean the least they could do for us hard-working students is stock up on some fruit flavored milk.” You exaggerate which earns you laughs from your other friends at the table. 

Felix, who was sitting across from you, raised to sandwich up in agreement, “Amen to that.” 

“There there,” Chan said teasingly, “We can go get you some strawberry milk after schoo-“ His sentence was cut off from the clatter of a pink carton being dropped on your food tray. Your eyes traveled to the person’s face and lo and behold it was… wait who was this? 

“Uh, who are you?” Your brows scrunched in confusion as you stared up at the boy standing at the edge of the table where you sat. You heard muffled laughs from the two guys who were sitting at a table not too far away, onlooking the scene. 

“I’m-“ he started but interrupted himself to clear his throat, “I’m Changbin. Seo Changbin.” He said, retracting his hand and proceeding to fidget with his fingers. You glance at your friends and all of them seem as confused as you are. 

“Okay Changbin,” You began, “why did you drop this on my tray?” You pointed towards the carton that was laying atop the rest of your food. 

“Ah, I overheard you complaining about not being able to get the strawberry milk so I’m giving you mine-I mean, it was mine but now it’s yours.” He says gesturing to the milk, then breaking eye contact to look back at the table with the two boys who were laughing earlier—his friends you presumed. Meanwhile, your friends’ confusion morphed into amusement as they watched the conversation between you two play out.

“Oh, thanks but here you should take it. I was just kidding about the milk-“ You held the carton out to the boy. 

“No you weren’t.” Jeongin said in a sing-song voice before taking a bite of his lunch. You gently elbowed him in return. 

“No, it’s for you. Actually, I uh, I just wanted to ask you if you…” He stopped mid-way, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning his attention back on you, “I wanted to ask if you would go out with me?” 

The silence that ensued was awkward to say the least. He was asking you out? Thirty seconds ago you didn’t even know his name. As more thoughts and questions filled your head, the boy who was standing there increasingly felt more anxious and it was visibly obvious by the way he swayed from one foot to the other. 

Chan spoke up which broke your train of thoughts, “Y/N, you’re killing the poor guy. Just say yes or no.” You looked at your friends again, as if asking for their help but they just shrugged.

You stared at him, watching for a second as you tried to come to a decision. He was biting his bottom lip, clearly nervous, as he patiently waited for your response. 

“I guess we could try,” You said, moreso in the form of a question rather than a statement. Nonetheless, his lips, which were now a brighter shade of red from all the nervous biting, broke into a grin. 

———— 

That weekend, you found yourself putting on lip balm and checking your hair in the mirror, waiting for the random guy, who you had just met a few days prior, to pick you up on a lunch date. 

Your phone dinged with a text from Jeongin in the group chat you had with him and the other boys. 

[Innie] If he tries anything funny, just say the word and we will be otw  

[Chan] fr, don’t hesitate.  make sure you’re sharing ur location!! 

[Felix] ^^ 

You smile at the protective texts from your friends, turn on your location, but reassure them that everything will be fine. Right as you finish tying your shoes, you see through the window that a car has pulled up and not soon after, there’s a knock on your door.

With one last glance in the mirror, you pull the door open and there he was, standing with his hands clasped around a basket. 

“Hi, I didn’t know what type of flowers you liked so I got you some daisies as well as all-purpose.” Changbin said with a bashful smile as he handed the basket over to you.

“Wow, starting off with a cheesy pun. Is this how you asked your previous dates out?” You teased, earning a dusting of light pink to appear across his face. You smiled in satisfaction and thanked him for the gift, placing it on the table before locking the door and heading towards the car alongside him. 

“Uh, do you want me to get the door for you?” He asked but his hands were already reaching for the door handle, not waiting for your response. 

“Thanks.” You climbed in as he went into the driver’s side. “Okay, so what is the plan for today?” 

“We are going to the park.” He said without a moment’s hesitation, almost with a sense of determination. He looked over to check that you had your belt on before heading onto the road. 

———— 

The drive wasn’t too long, maybe twenty minutes. During those twenty minutes, you guys mostly made small talk but he also let you scroll through the playlists on his phone, which made you come to the realization that you guys had a similar taste in music. 

Eventually the park came into view and the two of you hopped out. He didn’t say anything but he went towards the trunk of his car so you quietly followed suit. You watched as he popped it open and grabbed a basket along, a cooler, as well as a blanket.

“A picnic?” You asked, holding out your hands to offer him help with the items.

“You’re smart and pretty.” You rolled your eyes at the corny joke but unconsciously, the corners of your lips turned up. He handed you the cooler before shutting the trunk and you followed closely behind him as he led the way into the park. You had never been to this location before, despite it being local to the area. The greenery came into view as you continued walking and there was even a water fountain some feet away which shimmered as the sunlight hit its surface. Changbin had already stopped walking ahead of you and you accidentally bumped into him as you were too busy taking in the sight.

“Ah, sorry.” You took a few steps back and he just chuckled at your behavior.

“Cute.” He said under his breath, looking at your figure who was already beginning to lay out the picnic blanket. Changbin gestured to you to sit down and you complied. He sat down not too far beside you and you waited expectantly for him to open the basket. “Alright, so we’ve got pasta salad, some fruits, chips, and most importantly…” He pushed aside the basket and opened the cooler, “homemade strawberry milk!” 

Your eyes widened in a bit of surprise and he handed you the glass bottle, “Make sure to shake it before you drink it.” You did as told and it was even better than you could’ve imagined. 

“It’s so good,” You expressed in delight, “are you sure you made this?” It was the perfect balance of fruity sweetness, yet tartness. Plus, nothing beats the taste of fresh berries.

“Trust me, I spent almost an hour trying to perfect it yesterday,” He said with a sheepish smile, “I’m really glad that you like it though, makes the time spent worth it.” A blush crept to your cheeks and his heart rate sped up just a bit as he noticed, “W-Well, should we dig in then?”

———— 

The breeze picked up your hair and you basked in the ambience with the chirps of the birds and the background chatter of the other people in the park. You and Changbin had finished off most of the food, minus a few stray chips left in the bag. The sun was just starting to set and he realized how effortlessly beautiful you looked in the golden light.

“Ahem, aren’t you being too blatant with your staring right now?” You didn’t know why but it was just so easy and fun to tease him. 

He locked eyes with you and began to apologize, “I’m sorry, that was probably really creepy. I didn’t realize-” Your laughter cut him off and it seriously felt like he was caught in a trance, watching you smiling and enjoying yourself while caught in the bright glow of the setting sun. 

“While we are still at the park, should we check out the swings over there?” You pointed towards the set of swings at the playground which you’ve been eyeing for some time. There were a lot of kids on the playground earlier but since the day was transitioning into the evening, a lot of families had already left. Changbin agreed to your suggestion so you guys packed up everything and headed towards the play structure. You took the swing on the left and he took the one right beside you.

A few minutes had passed and the two of you just sat there, enjoying each others’ presence without any words exchanged. You looked over at him and he must’ve felt your eyes on him because he turned his head and matched your gaze. 

“That was really fun. I’m not going to lie, I had no idea who you were before the other day when you introduced yourself in the cafeteria. Regardless, you make some good food, killer milk, and have some seriously great taste in music.” You started pushing yourself on the swings to escape his gaze out of slight embarrassment. He had his mouth agape and he just looked at you in awe. 

It grew quiet again and by now the sky was turned into a gradient of pinks and blues. Suddenly your swinging came to an abrupt halt as Changbin held onto the two chains connected to your swing. He stood inches away in front of you and suddenly crouched down to meet your eye level. 

His whisper was so soft and low, it almost got swept up into by the evening breeze, but there was no way you could’ve missed his exact words, “Can I kiss you?” Without having to think, you inaudibly nodded and he didn’t waste any time before leaning in. 

————  

Your initial picnic date with Changbin had passed more than a month ago and since then, you have gone on a handful of other dates with him. Sometimes he plans them and other times you do and sometimes you guys would come up with date ideas together. Tonight, you two had agreed on having a movie night at his place and inviting your guys’ friends over to join. The movie night had been well under way and the first movie just wrapped up. Changbin and his friends were busy choosing the next one to watch while you, Chan, and Jeongin were making some more popcorn in the kitchen and refilling drinks.

“He’s chill, though I’m not sure I can say the same about his friends.” Jeongin says as he grabs the soda from the fridge along with the ice cream to make some floats. 

“Make sure to add extra ice cream for me please,” You request while throwing another bag of popcorn into the microwave. “Changbin is fun to hang around and trust me, Jisung and Hyunjin may seem a bit overly energetic and loud but they’re really cool too.” These were words of reassurance but it was also true, you’ve hung out with Changbin more often recently so it was inevitable that you’d meet his friends and it took a little getting used to their extroverted personalities but they grew on you quick. 

“Too bad Felix couldn’t make it today. He is seriously missing out on this root beer float!” Jeongin exclaimed, smiling in content as he drank the sugary concoction. 

“Alright, alright, save some for everyone else please.” You gave him a pointed look while grabbing two cups, “Chan, take over for me with the popcorn please. I’m going to bring these out.” Chan nods and salutes to you as if you were a captain and you laugh in response before making your way out of the kitchen. There were hushed voices as you approached the living room and you could somewhat make out what they were saying as you walked towards them. 

“I can’t believe I knowingly lost one hundred bucks to you.” Jisung expressed, shaking his head while not taking his eyes off the TV screen. The three of them sat around the television, not yet realizing that you were near.

“Well, a bet is a bet Jisung. But I told you not to do it, the whole thing was unnecessary to begin with.” The blonde boy–Hyunjin–insisted. “I mean he was going to ask her out anyways.” This made you stop in your tracks.

“Really? You think Changbin would’ve asked y/n out three weeks ago if it weren’t for my sponsorship?” Jisung laughed at this but you could barely hear what he was saying anymore as the sound of her heart beating and blood rushing to your ears overcame. 

“Honestly, you should just take the money back man it doesn’t feel ri-” Changbin didn’t finish his sentence as the sound of glass breaking filled the room. Three heads whipped in your direction and Changbin shot up from his seat to reach you. “Y/N are you okay?! What happened?” He grabbed your hands to make sure you weren’t injured but suddenly, his touch made your skin crawl. 

“Don’t touch me.” You whipped your hands out of his grasp and more hurried footsteps from the kitchen approached. 

“Chan, Jeongin, let’s head out now.” Your socks were soaked in a mixture of melted ice cream in soda but that was the last thing on your mind at the moment as you turned away from everyone and headed straight towards the door. Everyone looked like deers caught in the headlights as they watched the scenario in front of them.

“Wait, y/n please. I know you overheard what was said earlier but please let me explain.” There was desperation laced behind his words as he followed behind you and tried to stop you from leaving. 

“There is nothing for you to explain that I would want to hear Changbin!” Your voice was breaking and you could feel your eyes begin to water. You tried to blink away the tears but your vision became blurred as you tried grabbing your shoes and jacket at the door. He put his hands on the doorknob in an attempt to stall and clarify everything but with all the strength you could muster, you got the door open anyways and you were already halfway down his driveway before he could utter another word. 

Chan and Jeongin were lost as ever as to what they just witnessed, but they quickly collected their shoes and keys before dashing after you.

————  

“They’re all assholes y/n. No one could’ve seen this coming so don’t blame yourself for this.” Felix offered his words of comfort and everyone nodded in agreement. It had been a little over a week after the latest disaster in your life so the wound was still fresh, but you were grateful that your friends were there for you to offer support. 

“I know, you’re right. I guess I just can’t help but feel so naive for going along with this whole thing, even though I barely knew him!” Another sigh escaped your lips as you took another bite of one of Felix’s homemade brownies. These weren’t the cure-all for your heartache but they sure did relieve some of the sorrows. 

Of course your phone had blown up for the first couple of days after that night, but it all stopped when you blocked his number. There was no way he could reach you but that was nearly impossible. You made sure to steer clear of him and his friends whenever you guys happened to cross paths and besides the occasional attempts to approach you, to which you made sure to dodge, there was no drama at school. Basically, you had reverted back to the days where you didn’t know him. No words were exchanged nor glances. 

At school, you always put on a brave face and tried to mask the turmoil in your heart. It got easier as the days went by but some nights, really late into the night, your thoughts would keep you awake and everything would replay in your head. You tried to wish them away but they were imprinted in your brain. On those nights, you would rub the hot tears away until all that was left were the salty streaks on your cheeks. Tears were no stranger to you as of recently, after all you had spent days after the incident crying your eyes out until you felt numb. From frustration, anger, sadness, disappointment and everything else in between, you had felt it all. Why did a guy have such an affect on you? Rewind a month and a half and he wasn’t even in your life before. You were fine without him then and you could be fine without him now and in the future. Logically, you had already convinced yourself of all these things but emotionally, it took more time and effort. 

Later that day when the last bell had just rang and you were packing your belongings, a note fell out of your locker as you pulled some textbooks out.

“Oh a note? Could it be from a secret admirer?” Jeongin teased as he grabbed the folded up piece of paper and handed it to you. You rolled your eyes at his joke and grabbed the note. 

“Please, if anything it better be the answers to next week’s calc exam.” You threw the note in your backpack unfazed before swiftly putting your other items in and swiftly zipping it up. “Alright, shall we go grab some boba now?” You looked at your friends expectantly and they all cheered in unison, rushing towards the exit.

————  

All the while you had been ignoring him at school and expectedly blocking his number so all the texts came back unsent, Changbin had been beating himself up every day of every second. He didn’t even try to mask his emotions at school, much less when he was at home. It was obvious to anyone that merely glimpsed in his direction that he was upset and remorseful.

“Dude, you need to talk to her.” Jisung pointed out. Easier said than done though.

“I want to but you know I can’t. You know just as well as I do that she has been avoiding me like I’m a monster.” Changbin replied in an exasperated tone. 

“Well if it makes you feel any better, we’re getting the same treatment.” Jisung commented, which earned him a glare from Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin looks over at his best friend sympathetically and starts, “Bin, just give her some time. If things were meant to work out, then they will.” Jisung nods in agreement as the boy continues, “However, if you truly like her and think she’s worth the fight, then put in the effort and fight for it. Don’t idle and wait for this to fix itself because it won’t. Respect her boundaries but also find a way to get your words and feelings across to her.” 

“Damn Hyunjin, when did you get so philosophical?” Jisung noted and his friend just rolled his eyes and shrugged back. 

Changbin truly considered the words Hyunjin told him and he was right. There was no time to sit back and wait, and although he couldn’t directly speak to you one-on-one, there was another way he could think of to get the message across. 

————  

Chan had just dropped you off at your house and you waved goodbye, heading towards your room down the hall. For the last few hours, your curiosity had been gnawing at you as the perfectly folded paper sat amongst the other things in your bag. You dumped all the contents on your bed and dug around until you spotted the little white rectangle. 

You hadn’t opened or read it yet but frankly, you had already anticipated who it was written by. The note felt heavy in the palm of your hand so you had to prepare yourself. Sitting down at your desk, you switched on the lamp and took a deep breath before unfolding it. 

There, scratched onto the paper was the ever so familiar handwriting that you’ve seen on numerous occasions before–on his assignments, little notes he’d leave on the corner of your notebook as you guys studied together, and even the one month anniversary card you still had tucked in a drawer. 

Y/N, I am sorry. I know you don’t want to hear from me or see me or have anything to do with me anymore and I get it, what I did was so fucked up. The bet, it was stupid but I was even more stupid for accepting it. Yes, I had accepted a bet to ask you out and the terms were that if I did it successfully, I would get one hundred dollars.  

You had to take a second to pause before continuing. All the anger that you thought had passed had once again bubbled up to the surface as you read his words.

I knew it was pathetic at the time and I regret it deeply now more than ever for accepting such a proposal. You are worth so much more than that, in fact, to me, you are priceless. And I am not just saying that to save myself from this situation, I truly mean it. We haven’t really known each other for a great length of time but in the short period that we grew closer, I realized that I fell for the right person and I don’t regret for a second all the time that I spent with you. I completely admit to my faults and idiocy and you might not accept my apology and I am willing to accept that. I just have to let you know that I am extremely sorry for what I did because it hurt you and I had disregarded your feelings. 

Truthfully, and I swear on every behalf of me that I am being honest, I had already liked you. The bet is not what made me realize that I liked you, I had already known that for a while. I developed a crush on you some time ago and the bet was just a foolish excuse for motivating me to finally talk to you. Looking back, I really should’ve just built up the courage on my own and motivated myself, without any other factors, to approach you. Just please know that I was being sincere throughout all the days that I spent with you. 

I have no expectation by writing this, not your acceptance of my apology, not your forgiveness, or reconciliation. Hell, I don’t even expect you to read this. On the chance that you are, I just want to emphasize that I am very sorry for ever hurting you or putting you through all that shit because you didn’t do anything to deserve it and honestly, I really have no excuse for it. I truly am sorry Y/N. 

- Changbin 

The ink was starting to bleed from your tears and you tossed the letter aside on your desk. There was so much to process and understand. One read wasn’t enough honestly, but you were prepared to read it again that night so you turned off the desk lamp and got ready for bed. Not surprisingly, you barely got in a wink of sleep before the sun began to peek through the curtains of your window. Thankfully it was the weekend and you had no priorities so you maximized that to the fullest and stayed in bed until you forcefully had to get up to eat some food. 

While sitting at the counter and poking at your scrambled eggs, you mulled over the contents of the singular piece of paper that currently lay disarray on your desk. The words had been repeating themselves like a mantra in your head since you read them last night and it was hard to dismiss them. You felt at a loss for words and was utterly conflicted–a part of you wanted to just let everything go so you could move on but another part of you wanted to believe in his words and hear him out. It was a clear fork in the road and you were having a serious internal battle with yourself on which path to choose. However, this wasn’t a decision you wanted to rush blindly into so after clearing your dish, you went back into your room.

The paper was slightly crumpled and there were spots of running ink that had dried over the duration of the night. You re-read everything once in your head and once more aloud and you stopped there. Simply allowing the words to sink in so you could truly comprehend them and carefully construct your thoughts. Have you forgiven him? You weren’t sure yet. Have you accepted his apology? That was also unclear. Reconciliation was nowhere to be considered at the moment but one thing was certain, you wanted to hear these words in real life. You decided you deserved closure and maybe a part of you wanted that for him as well. 

————  

The next morning, you woke up and felt a bit better, almost refreshed. It had been a while since you’ve had some good sleep and last night felt like the turn over of a new leaf somehow. You hadn’t fully come to terms with everything quite yet but you felt a sense of relief after coming to the decision that you indeed wanted to hear him out, hopefully in person. That said, you grabbed your phone off the bedside table and with one push of a button, you unblocked his number. You knew that he wasn’t going to try to contact you first since he had already drawn the conclusion that you wanted nothing to do with him, based on the letter, so if you wanted to move forward with this, you had to reach out to him first. 

You stared at your phone screen for some time with the text screen open. All the previous conversations had been deleted so it was a clean slate, but there was definitely a sense of pressure to be the one initiating the connection again. Confrontation is never easy and it is probably no one’s cup of tea, however, there was really no point in prolonging this anymore so you began typing. 

[you] i read the letter and am willing to meet up if you are.

You didn’t want to dwell on the text for too long, otherwise you’d just psych yourself out and end up deleting the whole thing so you shut your eyes and hit the send button. Following that, you quickly put your phone on silent mode and flipped the phone face down on your table. 

“You did it y/n, you did your part. Now it’s up to him.” 

————  

The scenery was familiar, yet different. You were at the park again but it was the park nearby your house, not the one he had taken you to the first time around. The two of you were sat on a bench at opposite ends, watching as locals strolled by. Neither of you had said anything to each other yet besides a short “hi.” 

Not so long after, he began, “Thanks for taking the time to read what I wrote. I also really appreciate you reaching out to me afterwards and giving me your time today.” His words were soft, yet earnest, but you didn’t want to immediately let your guard down so you just nodded, not making eye contact with him. There was a pause before he continued. 

“You have already read the letter so I don’t want to waste this precious time with you uttering everything I wrote. I do want to say, however, that I positively meant every word I wrote to you and that I genuinely apologize for my mistake.” His hands were growing clammy and his heart felt like it was beating directly in his ears but he didn’t hesitate to keep going, “Y/N, you are such a joy to be around and it honestly felt surreal when we first went out together. Fuck, wait I take that back, it felt surreal the very first day when we spoke in the cafeteria. Everything after that was bliss to me.” You saw him close his eyes from your peripheral vision before opening them and looking back at you, even though you made no effort to reciprocate. Your heartstrings were being tugged at but you would not let yourself be swayed so easily again.

“C-Changbin,” His name came out choked, “you have to know that it is very hard for me to take your words for what they are right now. I feel like I have been lied to and betrayed and it’s not easy for me to just accept your words.” Your head was clouded with swirling emotions and you had a death grip on the bench, turning your knuckles white. 

“You have every right to feel that way Y/N. I broke the trust you had in me and I do not expect you to put your trust in me again after what I did. All the things I have said and continue to say, it is up to you whether you want to believe in them or not and I will respect that either way.” The words came to him so easily because there was nothing left for him to hide, the only way to give closure was to be completely open and raw with his thoughts, emotions, and words. “I hid the truth about the bet from you out of immaturity and a lack of awareness. Everything else about the time I spent with you was real though. I wasn’t putting up a front or making up any facades for myself, the person who you saw was me–he still is me. The me that liked you so very much and the same me who still wants to fight to make it work.” His spiel was unwavering, clear with firmness and resolution. You locked his with him, the familiar deep dark brown eyes you had previously adored. Silence enveloped you two again but it was not awkward, or tension-filled, but rather tranquil. His image was starting to blur and you looked down at your lap as the tears spilled over. His immediate reaction was to comfort you but he caught himself and retracted before he could reach you.

“A part of me wants to believe you…” You started, trying to keep your voice steady, “but another part of me tells me not to fall for it again.” Your eyes are pointed towards the sky as you can’t bare to look at him at the time being. The sky is blue and serene, dotted with some stray clouds. “I-I do accept your apology though. I really do.” The boy let out a small smile hearing you say that, but he wasn’t hopeful nor expecting anything else. His lips were sealed tight as he awaited to see if you would follow up. “That said, I can’t forgive you right now though.” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t saddened by those words, but he was not disappointed, in fact he had expected it, that did not make the pain anymore bearable though. “I also don’t know what will become of us in the future though. Whether we rekindle, become friends, or something less.” 

“I understand. Just, thank you then. Really, for hearing me out and acknowledging my apology. I couldn’t ask for anything more and am grateful. Before you leave, let me add one thing because I don’t know when or if I will be able to tell you this in the future…” He looked at you and this time, something inside you pulled you to look at him too. “I love you.” His voice cracked slightly but you heard the words loud and clear. Both of you guys’ eyes were glistening with unshed tears and you gave him a small, yet sincere smile as a silent recognition of the words. 

You got up from the bench which made him immediately get up as well, “Goodbye Changbin.” The words were so delicate but they would forever echo in his ears that night and the days moving forward, with the memory of you walking away from him. 

a/n: I’m seriously a sucker for the fake dating/bet trope and I feel like they’re a bit hard to come by so I am writing my own for self-indulgent purposes. That said, I hope you enjoyed this! It was a bit longer than I anticipated but I really did not want to split this up into multiple uploads so it’s just a lengthy one-shot. I decided to give the bet trope a bit of a twist b/c I think with this type of plot, it’s often that the person does it out of ill-intentions such as amusement or something like that. However, I thought it would be a refreshing take to make it out of “nice” intentions, not that there is really anything redeemable about such an action (in my opinion). Plus, Changbin is my bias and I really didn’t have the heart to make him a completely bad guy! That said, this is also somewhat open-ended so interpret that how you will, whether you want them to reconcile or not is up to your imagination! p.s. this is not proof read bc it’s 2 am and I’m on 9% battery so-

#skz imagines #skz au #stray kids imagines #stray kids au #stray kids oneshot #skz oneshots #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz bet au #skz fake dating au #changbin angst #changbin fluff #changbin oneshot

[causethisismyblog]

Have some of my random thoughts from my 4th/5th rewatch of the second season....

Apparently I have too many thoughts/comments so these are gonna have to be a post per episode. Please feel free to reblog/comment and answer my questions!

When Wille goes to Erik's room and his mom calls out to him. He pauses and waits until she gets there to close the door in her face. Why? If he has been ignoring her and pushing her away. Why not close the door as soon as he entered Erik's room?

Was August back from winter break early or did he spend his whole winter break at hillerska? His friends mention that he missed out on their vacation. Is that something they planned before or something they typically do?

Simon hadn't added Marcus on insta like he had suggested until he had no other option but to ask him for a ride. I think he likely had no intention of doing so had this situation not come about.

Also Simon getting in the back of Marcus' car like its a taxi 😂😂? Is he trying to distance himself from Marcus unintentionally? Or what?

When Nils&Vincent laughs when Wille tells August to only refer to him by his official title of Crowned Prince. Do they think its a joke? Also the panic in August's eyes when he realizes that Wille is going to make him pay for what he did and he cannot say a word.

Are August's friends clueless? How did they not figure out that Wille had something over him? The way Wille talked to him and called him out over and over again. Wille walk all over August right in front of his friends let alone everyone else. Wille's attitude toward August took a complete 180 from season 1.

Wille sitting in the opening assembly looking around for Simon. Like shit this choir is really boring. Where the fuck is my boy? He would make this so much better.

If Simon is late for school that day. Are Rosh and Ayub also late for their school that day? Or does their school start a different time?

The fact that Ayub says Wille is toxic and encourages Simon to go out with Marcus just grates me.

Did the girls really have Sara pay for all their coffee and snacks? They do know she is poor, right?

Sara getting so turned on just talking to August and putting her hand on his stomach. It that realistic? Does this kind of reaction really happen to people? (Forgive me I am asexual and this shit just baffles me.)

The look Malin gives Simon as he enters the library. Like yes please talk to this boy. He has been so sad. Make it better, you're the only one who can.

Wille's phone lock screen is a purple flower on a black background? Why? What does it mean?

Marcus singing at the karaoke bar when they first walk in actually sounds like a cat dying. Idk how someone as musically inclined as Simon can be near him singing without cringing so hard.

Simon being surprised that Marcus wanted him to sing at karaoke night. Like seriously? He invited you out after hearing you sing. Do you really think you were gonna get away with not singing? You have the voice of an angel bby don't be so nervous. Although the song choice could not have been worse.....further points against Marcus...

How is everyone in this universe so freaking lucky to be able to get their actual name as their username on Insta. Ffs.

The queen clearly seeing a call from Wilhelm, after him not speaking to her all break, and expecting it to be a calm and happy conversation. Really? How did you not see this coming? He has had two significantly traumatizing events happen and no one has helped him try to process this. His brother died and not only did he have a sex tape leaked but it was done by somebody he thought he could trust, someone his brother told him he could trust. He has been on the verge of a breakdown for far too long now. It is way too late for take 3 deep breaths. My boy need some love and understanding, he needs his mom, not the queen.

#rewatch thoughts #yr2 #episode 1 #wille #simon #simon x wille #wilhelm #simon x wilhelm #august #sara #marcus #if you bothered reading this whole thing know I appreciate you so much #young royals #ayub #rosh #young royals analysis #help me! I cannot get over this show #the story and the actors have taken over my life...

[biolizardboils]

Underpanniversary mont September is almost over, so here’s one last headcanon dump for the road

General

The entire book series takes place in a single school year. The following is my vain attempt at cramming everything into that timeframe in a way that makes sense

The football game in Book 1 was the kickoff and happened in early August. The 4-to-6 weeks before the Ring arrived was really just 4 weeks, minimizing the Boys' slave labor and placing Captain's first day on duty in early September (not exactly the 1st but close enough)

Book 6 canonically happens during the cold and flu season (so late autumn), making it the halfway point of the school year and the series. (I just realized that it’s never shown snowing in modern-day Piqua? Maybe it only happened while the Boys were on winter break)

In Book 11, Krupp mentions there’s 7 weeks of school left. Summer break usually starts in mid-to-late May; subtracting 7 weeks from that places Book 11 in early-to-mid April

Book 12 happens in May. The Rid-O-Kid incident and sudden lack of gym teacher forced the school to close for damage control, then hold a half-day to do the yay-you’re-moving-up-a-grade stuff. (And yes, this means Captain Underpants Pizza Party didn’t happen and is merely a wistful fantasy 😔)

Also said school year is 1997-1998 (except for when I bring up any media that came out after that) because this is my post and I make the anachronisms

The Boys

Harold raises Sea Monkeys as snacks for his and George's pets

Speaking of their pets, they are NOT to be put in the same room together. George's are cats, Harold's are fish. Can I make it any more obvious

George had to stay home sick for a whole week once. when he finally came back to school, he walked in with this blasting on this boombox

George's fave computer game is Star Wars: Behind the Magic, Harold's is Insaniquarium (first the browser version, then Deluxe way later), and they both love Backyard Baseball

George's fave Disney film is A Goofy Movie. Harold didn’t have a favorite until middle school when Treasure Planet came out

The boys took Captain to see Hercules in theaters. He declared it the greatest movie of all time, so they bought it on VHS and played it in the treehouse whenever he asked. The boys kept it long after 4th grade and watched it whenever they missed him

They used to think boy bands were weird and girls were weird for liking them... until Heidi got into the Backstreet Boys. Harold caught The Fever from hearing her play their songs in the house, and George caught it from him. Their favorite song is Answer To Our Life

Harold would later joke that him catching The Fever should’ve been his wake-up call lol

The Old!Boys

In college they held a dorm party and made Jungle Juice in a (fully sanitized!!!) toilet so they could flush away the evidence after. And also just for laffs

Their kids go to Stubinville Elementary. It’s farther away and they have to take a bus, but it’s got generally better teachers than Jerome Horwitz. Go Stinkbugs

They wrote a letter to Krupp about what they did to him in 4th grade, but never sent it

Other

The Boys' parents didnt realize their families had blended together for years. It finally hit them when they asked Grandma and Grandpa to synchronize their visits. They were like "....Huh." and then went right back to setting the table

Other things both families do together: bills, carpooling, cooking, movie nights, fishing, picnics, holiday card photos at the mall

The Beards have a record player and a vinyl collection of every funk and R&B hit from 1968 to 1989. They always have one playing as background noise in the mornings and evenings. (The Hutchins like to play MTV instead)

Heidi goes to a preschool halfway across town. Robbie Hoskins (the little boy whose mom never believes him) goes there too

The Boys plan on being Heidi’s bodyguards when she starts kindergarten at Jerome Horwitz. No one’s gonna give her trouble, student or teacher, if they can help it

She can’t get in the Treehouse—not cus the Boys won’t let her, but cus she’s too small to safely climb the ladder 😔 Some day she'll get in there and eat all the hidden junk food, but not yet

I diagnose Melvin with EXTREME Gifted Kid Burnout post-canon lmao. He ends up going to the same community college as the Boys and they finally bury the hatchet there

Switching to paragraphs for this last one:

Long ago, when Krupp first started out as a principal, him and all the staff fell victim to an impossibly elaborate prank. He was excited to write his first detention slip and grilled the whole student body to find the culprit. 

After threatening to hold them hostage past the last bell, a dirty blonde boy in 2nd grade came up to him and claimed responsibility. Krupp locked him in the detention room and looked for his parents' number in the school directory, but couldn't find anything under his last name. 

Just then, he heard the kid make this noise. He stormed back to the detention room and opened it to yell at him... but the kid had vanished. The only sign he’d been there was his slip on the floor.

Krupp framed it in his office to preserve a milestone in his career, and vowed to crush that kid's spirit the next day.

But he never appeared at the school again.

#captain underpants #dav pilkey #George beard #Harold hutchins #heidi hutchins #melvin sneedly #mr. krupp #benjamin krupp #benny krupp #mr. beard #moses beard #mrs. beard #barbara beard #ms. hutchins #grace hutchins #headcanons #george #harold #melvin #heidi #cu #cu books #cu movie #me talking #(hyperfixation is finally winding down but i have a little more art on the way! #this has been a fun few months 🥲)

[melancholymirth]

He's palming his neck, picking at it like it owes him money, and shuffling around like a fool - nervous, pacing, anxious to know what V's response would even be. He'd never done this before, not since Mineo. So this was new and different and hard for him, but he wanted so badly to try again, to try and change himself for someone who deserves it - someone who made his heart race and the flame and smoke within him to dance and swim, crackle, pop, burn... He felt stupid now, stomach in tight knots, heart fluttering, palms clammy as hell. There was just no way he was going to pull this off - no fucking way V would give the Problem Student Who 'Set Fires in Class' the time of day.

Garrett'd been worrying so much, he all but ruined the shitty handmade card in his other hand, thumb curving the edge by accident, causing a crease the size of Texas to form on its face. Black ink smearing because of the sweat on his palm. He couldn't give this to V. He was going to puke into the nearest trash can, the very thought made him so sick to his stomach. But it didn't seem like he'd have a chance to turn tail and throw it all away, no matter how quickly he'd done a 180 - V was standing right there, right in front of him now. Crystal blue blew wide open and he could've sworn his soul left his body then.

And again when V took the card from him.

"N-no, ay, wait--" Too late. He had to deal with it now, the embarrassment and certain rejection. There was no way-- "Hey, look, so- It's ruined, I fucked it up, let me jus'...take tha' and throw it away. S'cool. Totally cool. Stop readin' it, give it back-- V, please, I'm beggin' ya, don't- L-look, I worked real hard on tha' and now it looks like a fuckin' child made it. I-I--"

Roses are red Violets are blue Do you like goofy poems? Cos I wanna read all the ones I wrote to you Will ya be my Valentine, V?

For a moment, V could not believe what he was looking at. Not only was Daemon all out of sorts, but in his hand was a colored piece, or pieces, of paper formed into a card, and because it was being handed to him, V simply had to take it. The insecure part of his brain thought that he should be nervous about what he'd find, like there was something in there that would break his heart, something that Daemon simply could not voice. It was creased on the front and the ink was smeared, after all, but it was held with such care, such feather-light pressure, and in V's mousy, equally nervous hands it felt warm—warmth that was not entirely born of nerves, but something he'd always found comforting whenever he stood or sat quite close to Daemon. And here they stood closely once more, and those awful fires he'd been accused of starting were tame within him; yes, still burning away, but for reasons that were neither malicious nor volatile. It was, perhaps, the kind of fire one would enjoy from the hearth, in winter.

When V opened it, the fire spread. It tinged his cheeks, tickled his funny little heart, made him warmer than he had any right to be this early in February. Daemon was blubbering to him about things he rightly couldn't register, couldn't even hear—V was smiling faster and wider than he was prepared for.

Be your valentine? Is that really what it says? I'm not still in bed, am I?

He caught himself late, clapping a hand over his mouth to hide that ridiculous grin after a few seconds of inaction too many. Oh no! He saw me smiling like this—god, I'm so embarrassing! The realization made his cheeks burn harder. What point was there in hiding it now? The boy he'd grown attached to, the only one who defended him and appreciated his company and wanted it, the one who made school less of a nightmare than it had shaped up to be, the only one who cared at all to make him a creased, smudged, "ruined" Valentine's card—this boy, the one staring at V now, looking a little pathetic with about as much embarrassment on his face as there was on V's, had asked him to be his valentine. There were no words for it, not while V was robbed of voice.

His heart was like a butterfly, escaping his rib cage to finds its only passage to total freedom through his throat and out of his mouth. He felt he'd wanted to burst, suddenly, from emotion he couldn't quite place or understand. But when he finally looked up, met Daemon in the eyes, he hastily put his hand down out of embarrassment from having brought it to his mouth in the first place. This wasn't some mushy soap opera! He fought himself to smile less, but the red on his face and the strange sort of glow about him was impossible to beat back. Was there smoke in V's eyes, too? Nah, couldn't be.

The mousy little thing was almost demure in the way he dipped his head, once again avoiding the direct and very intense attention he'd been receiving. Longer lashes fluttered indecisively beneath white hair that had been long enough to fall in front of the right side of his face. He didn't hold the card back out; it was closer to his own body than Daemon's, kept now that he'd had it. When he finally opened his mouth, a squeak was all he could muster for a few seconds. Why was it so hard to speak now? Did he think he'd make a mess of his answer? Now his hands were clammy, but he wisely held the card between gentle fingertips. He tried again, more forcefully: "Yes." There was a quaver to his voice, like he might cry, like he was a baby. But, he swallowed that, swallowed it hard, and did everything in his meager power to pull himself together.

I don't know if this is love, but what else feels this way? I've never been so—

"Yes." Much more firmly now, and with restored eye contact, he made his answer. His decision, irrefutable. "Yes to...being your valentine, I mean," V clarified, going mousy instantly toward the end. "You— you wrote poems? I like this one. Even if it's silly." A futile effort, but he tried to loosen things up just a touch. The poor thing, rendered bashful beyond repair, could not decide between looking at Daemon or looking at the card, or anywhere else for that matter. "B-but I would like to see the others...! Of course! Um, th-thank you. I— I really appreciate this. Your card is not that bad. It's really not." I'm very glad you asked. Affection struck him anew, making him flush from the recoil. He buttoned his lip then; really pursing his lips, as he'd done enough talking and needed to be saved from any more. It was Daemon's turn to fumble with his words. With any luck, the two could fumble and stumble through the day together, doing whatever valentines would do.

#astarablaze #AU: Lovestruck Schoolboy #// THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE TARO. MWAH. #// V is barely able to function but you bet your ass he's beet red right now and /this/ close to tearing up. #// HE'S NEVER HAD A VALENTINE OR A CRUSH ON ANYONE SO HE'S SO CONFUSED BUT ROLLING WITH IT ANYWAY. #// They're both suffering sweetly and I'm a huge fan. #// BABIES both of them. I love them so much. #// Oh yeah I couldn't think of a clever AU tag r.i.p. maybe some day

[narrators-journal]

ryomina hanakaki au bc they’re doomed or ryomina orgasm denial and ryoji’s a whiny bottom bc they’re silly

Ngl, this sort of au is probably gonna stick w me now lol. I’m not usually one for angst, but I did my best to make this good and painful in that department heheheheheh. Bc while I love Ryomina, no beloved ship of mine can escape a bit of pain lol. I hope you enjoy it tho!

CW: Spoilers for p3! Both implied and outright said! Do not read if you don’t want anything to spoil your playthrough, bc this is set in late-game timing!

Every week day, the SEES’ chosen dormitory would sit still and silent in the late morning hours. And, that day was no different from those ones. Even with a thick layer of clouds to dampen the already weak winter sun, the dormitory sat almost empty. After all, winter break had ended, and classes had started back up. And even as The Fall crept closer and closer, grades couldn’t be allowed to slip too far.

What else would they be doing though? They can’t train their personas before the dark hour, so what does that leave them to do other than go to school? Sit and rot inside? Ryoji thought as he sat against the heavy metal door of the dormitory’s roof. His once lustrous eyes dull as they watched the lint-colored clouds boil and stir above his head. Wouldn’t that be poetic. The brunette thought with bitter amusement, I give Minato a month to decide what to do about me, and then I reap his friends one by one while I wait.

If Ryoji hadn’t felt like the wrong breath would break him, he may have laughed at the morbid thought. Fill the chilly winter air with a sound that wasn’t the depressing gurgle of his breaths or the distant coughs of the only SEES member that occupied the massive dormitory building that day. Minato…

Despite being the harbinger of the fall and thus not human, in the few weeks Ryoji had attended Gekkoukan he’d grown a softness for the asocial wildcard. A soft spot that the many girls and boys who’d taken a shine to him hadn’t managed to achieve. Even with how sweetly they treated him. Which, in the moment, had stirred up twinges of guilt for them after each date. But, now that he’d realized his true identity, that guilt had not only switched targets, but taken root to bloom a bitter flower. After all, how could Ryoji grow to care for a human so fast yet so much, and still look into those smokey eyes and tell him that he’d end the world in a few short months? Yes, Ryoji was never known for compassion and good timing, but confessing to his affection for the wildcard only a few hours before confessing to his deception felt a step too far.

A wheezy cough drifted up from Minato’s dorm room to draw another shakey sigh from the brooding brunette. “What did you expect? To grow old with him?” He muttered darkly to the still chill of the season, his words punctuated by a coughing fit of his own.

But, the fit that tore through his already aching body wasn’t the result of a simple cold. Ryoji Mochizuki was Death, he could streak through Antarctica with nothing more than a shiver, so the flu wasn’t something he had to worry about. Plus, the flu didn’t leave a thin, delicately curved petal of crimson in Ryoji’s pale palm. What did famously choke its victims with the silky petals of flowers though, was a more insidious disease.

But, as he watched that petal wither and yellow in the cold air of the winter, Ryoji still didn’t fear for himself, only Minato. After all, he was a god, he didn’t need to breathe. So, whether his lungs inflated with petals didn’t matter. On the other hand, though, was his beloved wildcard. The deadpan wildcard who had coughed up his first snowy flower petal a mere three days after Ryoji had came across him in front of that train station.

Back then, Ryoji was new to the world, stupid. He’d seen Minato at the stairs of the train station and thought he’d found an angel with the way the soft light of the full moon made a halo of light on his hair, and that same silver glow set the snow alight with winter fire.

But, that was weeks ago, at that point. Back before the roots of the toxic flowers had begun to sap the color from Minato’s skin and sheen from his blue locks. Back before Ryoji had destroyed his life for the second time.

Maybe all this could’ve been avoided if I’d not made myself known… He mused while he stared down at the petal he’d coughed up. Images of all the petals he’d seen Minato stealth into his pocket or toss away on repeat in his head. If only I’d kept to myself like I was supposed to, Minato would’ve left Tatsumi port. He could’ve spent his remaining days blissfully unaware and happy instead of choking to death.

But, when his inhuman senses picked up yet another of Minato's rough coughing fits, the gentle splash of his tears in his palm were all he could do to help. Yet another fight that Minato wouldn’t have had to face if Ryoji Mochizuki hadn’t been so selfish.

#Persona 3 #Ryoji Mochizuki x Male!Persona 3 protagonist #persona #hanahaki disease AU #RyoMina #MinaRyo #alternate universe #Hanahaki disease #Ryoji Mochizuki x Minato Arisato #Ryoji Mochizuki x Makoto Yuki #ask #Male!persona 3 protagonist #Makoto Yuuki #Ryoji Mochizuki #Minato Arisato #flowers #persona 3 reload

[the-trinket-witch]

TWISTED FEARS, PT 1

S.T.Y.X Log A-113

"This is Idia Shroud. Due to Some events going on this past year, I'm taking it on myself to investigate Night Raven College for any additional…weird activity. I'm transcribing the Videos recorded from devices I've placed in every dorm domain on the premise of it being an anonymous audio diary. Told the Headmaster it would be cheaper than hiring a counselor. Of course, they don't know there's video of all this, I need some through-lines and for that I need faces. Though, knowing which guys are spilling their guts into a mic is a lil interesting, kinda funny too, hehe. -ahem- Alright, to note these have been transcribed as they come in. So events may be out of order. With that let's dive on in."

Statement of Scarabia student 1-25, regarding his concern for his Vice Dorm Head. 

Statement Begins:

“I feel really bad for Jamil, I’ll say right outta the gate. He works super hard for Scarabia, I honestly don’t know what we’d do without him. Kalim, our Dorm Leader, is a great guy too! He's super resourceful-knows how to think on his toes. And I think, in any other circumstance, he's something I think our dorm needs! 

But…for context, I'm on the Magift team. No big secret that…we didn't make finals. I'm disappointed in myself, and I think a lotta the guys are. But then, Scarabia kinda, collectively, fell last in our finals scores. I tried, so hard, to keep my scores up, and I even had some tutoring from both Azul AND Jamil. I dunno how our Vice Dorm Head does it: does all the duties that come with that title, do awesome in basketball, tutors just about anybody who asks, and…takes care of our Dorm Leader. 

It's kind of an open secret that Kalim got in a bit after Jamil. He's been trying to quell rumors that he got in by his family bribing the school.  I hadn't heard of it before he said something, he just asked me one day if I heard of the rumor and not to spread it. But now that he mentions it, I've been hearing it more and more. I don't even think Kalim even knows. I…can't say I haven't told anybody.

Sorry, back to the whole finals thing. We didn't do real hot. Aaaand that kinda stuff falls into the Dorm Leader's lap. He's supposed to lead us and we all dropped the ball. Kinda should have seen this coming. Kalim is such a party animal. If it isn't birthdays, it's a win for any of the sports teams, or someone doing well on a test. I can sometimes see Jamil running around getting all this stuff done for it and I just feel… bad about it. I've offered to help a lotta the time and he seems so relieved whenever someone comes to offer. And he seems to trust me enough to tell me…things. 

He's telling me Kalim has been losing sleep lately over all this. And it's making him irritable. I can tell-he's been getting weirdly snappy at people, lately. When he gets that way, he starts talking about cracking down on getting our scores and skill up. Jamil says he's supposedly talking about having a kind of 'Winter Break Boot-Camp'. He seems kinda resigned to it already.  I'm not looking forward to it, but he asked me while we were making lunch, the other day if I'd be willing to stay over break. If just for support. And…I wanted to. I just couldn't say no. 

I kept wanting to talk myself out of it-go back and tell Jamil I can't. I want to see my folks this holiday, but everytime I think about saying no, it feels like I'm getting yanked by my brainstem back to 'yes'. My eyes burned all night, thinking about it. I'll give it a shot,  but I ain't happy about it.. I know if Kalim keeps his weird attitude shift up, I don't even know if I really want him as my dorm leader next semester."

Statement ends.

Addendum: corroborating interviews with Ortho have turned up…nothing. I had him ask about anything weird happening over the break, and all he gets is that there was some extra practice and studying going on, but nobody says they remember anything outside of that. Must have been that boring. That or their brains have all collectively fried in that Scarabia heat. 

#twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #jamil viper #The Magnus Archives #tma fic #TMA/TWST #TWST/TMA #Twisted Fears AU #my writing

[badwithten]

Winter Warfare | CHRISTMAS EVEL - STRAY KIDS ADVENT CALENDAR

PAIRING Hyunjin x fem yandere!reader

GENRE horror

WORD COUNT 3.8k

SYNOPSIS Secret Santa was something you wouldn't miss for the world, so when your manager suggested a workplace event you were thrilled. Instead of one gift on Christmas, each workday you surprise your secret Santa with a new present on their desk. It started with small trinkets and chocolate. But on the 8th day, you decided to show your secret Santa how much you really cared. 

WARNINGS yandere behaviour, implied self harm, murder, y/n is really mean to hyunjin (not to his face though, in a letter but :(( still)

A/N uhhh im editing this at 5am so if its kinda jank my bad

MASTERLIST

When it came to Christmas, you hadn't matured at all. Yes, you were an adult with bills and responsibilities, but you couldn't help the joy that built up inside whenever the weather began to cool. Or when the dark night throughout your city started to be replaced with bright lights hung up by store owners. From the small changes such as stores playing Mariah Carey nonstop to the bigger changes in your life, a tree in your lounge and the smell of pine throughout your apartment. 

This enjoyment of the holiday session was not only reflected in your home life but also seen at your workplace. It didn't come as quickly as it did in your home, but not long after December started there was tinsel and lights decorating your otherwise dull office space. A tree near the entrance of the break room. Your receptionist handed out candy canes to every child who was dragged along to meetings with their caregiver, with school closed it was unfortunate for those whose parents worked full time, sitting in an accounting meeting was one way to spend your winter break.

Despite this meeting being not of importance, you're still embarrassed at entering five minutes after it has started. You stand at the door of the conference room, hand hovering over the handle. You're not sure if it's your lack of sleep or excess caffeine consumption or both that's making you so anxious. Before you get a chance to open the door yourself, the golden handle disappears away from your hand. Your eyes move from your feet up to the face in front of you.

A man with long blond hair looks at you with wide eyes, mouth parted in surprise. Your expression matches him as you take a moment to process. He wears light grey suit pants, and a cleanly pressed button-up shirt tucked in at the waistline. Hyunjin was the culprit, leaving the meeting five minutes in. He steps forward, forcing you back as he shuts the door.

“Shouldn’t you be in there?” You gesture to the room he just left from, confused why he was leaving so early.

“What?” 

“The secret Santa meeting, you are doing it right?”

“Oh wow,” A smile emerges on his skin, taking his lip in between his teeth to stop a laugh. “I’m heading to the meeting now, but you’d find it is actually in room B,” He points to the door down the hall from where the two of you stand before gesturing to the door behind him “Not room A”

Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, half laughing, half trying to hide your embarrassment.

“It’s ok, we’re both gonna be embarrassed walking in there,” With an arm around your shoulder and eyes on his wristwatch, he walks down to the correct door. You joined the company only a month after Hyunjin did, yet you were still a year younger than him which allowed him to treat you as if you were his younger sister. A playful relationship you enjoyed within the serious nature of your work. “almost ten minutes late”

Removing his arm he quickly grabbed the door handle, nodding at you despite the shaking of your head and panic in your eyes. Holding back his laughter, he bowed with his arm over his waist, opening the door for you to enter first. All eyes landed on you as the door swung open, soon they were at the figure next to you, presumably Hyunjin.

“You’re late” The anger in your boss's eyes was almost unbearable, you knew he had a low tolerance for this type of behaviour, even for something as silly as a secret Santa meeting. “Sit down, right now”

The two of you silently take your seat across the table from each other as your manager continues explaining the rules of a game you know all too well. With the rules ingrained in your mind already, it allows your thoughts to wander. Your eyes focus on the man sitting in front of you. Despite him only seeing you as a younger sister, he was so much more to you. 

Your heart swelled anytime you were around him, beating fast and hard as you tried to contain your excitement. You met him through work and at first, your relationship with him was awkward. You had never had a coworker so attractive and charismatic so when he initiated the conversation with you first, you just froze, cheeks burning hot. It was honestly embarrassing how much he impacted you.

As your relationship with him grew you tried to push those feelings away. Not only had you developed a strong friendship that you didn’t want to ruin with unrequited feelings, but you knew you had no chance with him. You saw how other people in the office looked at him, this was also their first time having such an attractive and charismatic coworker. 

Every now and again these feelings would bubble back up, and despite your efforts to keep them down, Hyunjin would light you back up and force you to act like a nervous wreck around him once more. One of his favourite ways to do this was physical contact. Of course, whether it was an arm over your shoulder or simply playing with your hand while you spoke, it was never intentional. Your interaction with him earlier bought these feelings back, and each time they emerged it was stronger than the last.

“Y/N?” When you snap out of it you see your manager standing next to you, holding a box filled with paper and the names of your coworkers. “Don’t tell me you’re not doing it this year?”

“Of course not” You smile at him, reaching in and grabbing a name out of the pieces of paper left. As soon as your arm has left the box he wanders off to the person sitting next to you.

Looking at your lap, you unravel the paper. ‘HWANG HYUNJIN’. Trying your best to swallow your heart down isn’t enough, you're choking on your feelings. You now had a way to show him how you felt, you knew it was a long shot and you had a lot of competition. But you weren't going to back down from a challenge.

You couldn’t contain your excitement at the fact you got Hyunjin for secret Santa. It was the perfect match-up, you knew everything there was to know about him. Right after work, you went to the store. Picking up all his favourite chocolates, snacks and art supplies. Things you knew from your previous outbursts of your crush. You felt childish calling it a crush, but the things you made it do were childish. Things you put behind you. This time you were going to do it correctly, instead of sneaking around you were going, to be honest about your feelings. After wrapping the array of gifts you had bought him, you sat down with your laptop and opened your notes.

“Dear Hyunjin,

I know this secret Santa isn't like the ones in the past, instead of one gift on Christmas day I have chosen to spread out your gifts through the days. You should have received the first week of them by the time you are reading this letter and I hope you enjoy each and every one! By the time Christmas comes around, I’ll give you the rest of the roses you are getting today. This time, it won’t be anonymous. I hope you can accept my feelings after this letter. Because the truth is, I love you and have for a while now. Ever since the day I started working at this office I have had feelings for you. Every day when I wake up and go to sleep, my first and last thoughts are of you. Every time I see you I get butterflies. Every time I get to talk to you my heart lights up. I’ve never felt this way about a guy before and every time we talk I know you don’t feel the same way I feel for you and it makes me sad. But at the end of the day, the truth is that I’m always thinking about you. I will always love you and I need to tell you.”

You wipe away the stray tear that falls down your cheek, stopping it from hitting your laptop. You didn’t even notice the tears building up in your eyes as you typed. But he bought out these feelings in you. 

Printing out the letter and putting it away in an envelope with a kiss was the last of your prepping for secret Santa. Now all you had to do was wait.

You had been observing Hyunjin's reactions to your gifts all week. He was pleasantly surprised each day. Enjoying his snacks and paint sets. His previous reactions determined your actions today, but you felt as if it was the right decision. You made it to the office as early as you could, concealing three roses in your bag and heading into the break room. Moving as quickly as you could, you lay the roses down in his cubby hole where he kept his bag throughout the work day. Lastly was the letter, which you were hesitant about, but being hesitant in the past only left you with regret. One last kiss you placed on the envelope before leaving it to be found by its new owner. Anxiety built up as you sat in silence, waiting for the tall blonde man to enter the office. 

A laugh that was all too familiar to you echoed down the hall. You sat up, picked up your phone and sipped on your coffee. All behaviour that you played off as natural. His smile stays bright as he enters the room and lays eyes on you.

“You’re here early kid” He walks past, bag in one hand as the other comes to flick your forehead. You let it happen although you still flinch at the impact.

“Yeah, I went to bed too early last night and couldn't sleep this morning” The lie comes off of your tongue more naturally than most things you said. It was your language. 

He takes a deep breath seeing the roses in his cubby and you freeze at his reaction. The sharp pain of anxiety reemerges in your chest. He picks up the letter, leaves the flowers and puts his bag away. His poker face is almost non-existent. Instead, his face drops, dread replacing what was joy only moments earlier. “You ok?” You ask, trying to be calm about the situation.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you about it later” He stuffs the letter away in his bag before leaving the room, leaving you in silence once more.

Your day was painfully slow, each second that passed slowly chipped away at what was left of your positive mood. Despite the bad reaction you got this morning, you couldn’t let him know you were upset. So you worked as you normally would, laughing anytime Hyunjin stopped at your desk to deliver a one-liner about your manager. 

But when the pain truly hit you was when you sat in your bed, listening to Hyunjin ramble down the phone about how uncomfortable he was with the letter he received. He mocked the writing you used, discussed how angry he was that someone would use secret Santa as a way to convey his feelings and how he was worried about the day the person would come forward and tell him face to face. The cherry on top of all of this was how he felt about you. Oh, how lucky he was to have such a good friend like you! And that’s all you'd ever be.

A friend.

You lay awake long after the phone call. At first, you were silent, staring at your wall while you tried to contain the pieces of your broken heart. When that didn't work, it came out in cries. Violent crying shook your entire body with your sobs. All you could see was pure red anger by the time your tears had dried out. You wanted Hyunjin to feel that same red burning pain.

Sitting back at your laptop, you opened up another note.

“Dear Hyunjin,

I hope you are happy with yourself. You have thrown away the one chance of love you will ever get. You are good looking and you let that get to your head, it has turned you into a nasty selfish human. Do you think everyone just loves you? Well after today you have lost a friend. You will soon have no one if you keep this act up. And even if you decide that some girl is up to your high standard, she will never love you the way I did. Notice that Hyunjin? Past tense. The passion inside me is still there but now it is full of hate.”

In a hurry you print out the paper, not bothering to find an envelope to seal it in. Instead, you grab the small cardboard box next to your printer, shove the letter away and reach for the roses from the vase of water that sat in. But unlike yesterday when you were careful with the thorns, it pricks your hand. The pain shocks you out of your mad furry, making you drop the sharp flowers against the floor. Looking down you see a small drop of blood forming against your palm.

Mesmerised by the colour, you turn your hand allowing the blood to drip on the paper. The red looks nice against the white of your letter. Decorating the words and sealing in your pain. But Hyunjin deserves more than just a drop of your pain. Picking up the flowers once again, you use the thrones to paint him a bigger picture of what he has done to you.

You arrive at work early once again, bandages on your arms are covered by your long sleeve shirt. You shove the box into Hyunjins cubby and don’t bother to wait around and see his reaction. You want to see his fear, his disgust, out in the open. You want to see him try to hide it as panics, knowing someone in this room has done something evil because of him. Without knowing, a grin has grown on your face.

“You’re happy” Looking up from your desk, you see the man himself but in a much better condition than you had anticipated. He has a bad poker face, if he had seen what you left him he would not be this ok.

“Just excited for Christmas” The holiday that started this all was only four days away now. And your excitement was still there somewhere, it was buried deep below the anger you had for the man standing in front of you. “You opened your present from your crush this morning?”

“After yesterday I’m gonna wait til I’m home” His voice is low, just in case whoever left the love letter yesterday is listening. “You know me, wouldn’t be able to hide anything on this pretty face” He leaves back to work, blowing you a kiss on the way out.

The kiss sent you back down into a pool of love. You didn’t hate Hwan Hyunjin. You were madly in love with him and he had a letter that said otherwise. As much as the bridge between the two of you had burnt, you weren’t going to let it float down that river. You needed to salvage the rubble of what was left. 

You needed to get that letter.

You waited in the parking lot until you saw Hyunjin leave, then another couple of minutes just to be safe. Once you knew he was out of sight, you left in your own vehicle, driving towards his house. If you were correct about his routine, he would shower as soon as he got home. Although his routine did not usually include a gift from someone he perceived as a freak. 

With your car parked down the road, you got out and made a quick walk to his yard. You were lucky that you were correct about his routine, seeing the light in his bathroom turn on. You needed to move fast and quietly. But not to be too sneaky as to alert his neighbours, you had done this many times before you shouldn't need to worry, but you had never done it with him at home.

Making your way up his porch, you flipped over the flower pot next to his door and grabbed the spare key. His lock was loud, but you prayed it was not louder than his shower, which you could now hear running. The risk of sound was one you had to make, you had no choice. You needed to get to that box. With a click of the deadbolt and a creak of the door, you were in. You left the door unlocked, needing to be able to exit quickly. 

Despite not being the first time at his house, you were still unfamiliar with the layout, making you lose time as you searched for where he could've left his work bag. Finally, you see the bag on his bed and you make your way to it. 

You once again find that your best efforts were not good enough. As soon as your hands are on the box, you hear the shower turn off and the bathroom door open. With no other option, you find yourself under his bed key still in your hand as you watch the box rise and fall on your chest with every deep breath you take.

Soon your attention is turned to the feet walking along the wooden floor. With a hum he sits on the bed, stretching down and pulling on a pair of socks before standing again and dropping the towel to bunch up around his now-covered feet. Despite only being able to see his feet and calves, this is the most intimate you have been with your love. Without thinking, your hand reaches out. You want to feel him, his bare skin against yours. But as he reaches down to pull on his underwear and then pants, you stop. Lying flat against the hard wooden floor once again. You just need him to leave, to go to the bathroom once more, to go anywhere but here. One moment is all you need to leave. Sure once he returned he would notice the present is gone. But in no way would he connect that to you. 

Instead, he stands silently. Presumably doing something on his phone or looking at himself in the mirror. Each second that passes you find it harder to hold your breath still, taking shallow breaths to stay quiet leaves you out of breath, only making it harder to not make a noise. With each breath comes panic and that panic only amplifies as you hear him ringing someone.

First, you feel your phone vibrate again and it's too late. Your phone starts ringing out. You're frozen. Knowing you have been caught, knowing that it's over for you and Hyunjin. You watch him jump at the sudden noise, he's scared. But all you are is upset. You know that it's game over for you, but you can't help but silence your cries.

You watch as he steps away from the bed slowly. “Hello?” His voice is shaky, nothing like you're heard him speak at work. When he doesn't get a reply, you watch as he slowly lowers himself to the ground to investigate. His face drops when he makes eye contact with you. “Y/N?”

He stands back up, shocked to find you there. At first, you think it's relief in his voice, happy that it's you under his bed and not someone wanting to rob or kill him. It brings you a sense of peace that maybe this won’t go as bad as you imagined it to. But as you pull yourself out of the bed and into a standing position to explain your situation, you see that is a pure terror on his face. He’s pale, chest rising and falling so fast you think he's about to explode.

“What are you doing here Y/N?” His voice is still shaky, even more so now as tears begin to roll down his face. He makes eye contact with the box you still have tight in your grasp. “Are you my secret Santa?”

You say nothing, following suit in the tears decorating your own cheeks, but with none of the fear. 

“Give me the box Y/N” His voice is stern and filled with anger. You shake your head no. “Y/N! Give it here, I’m not asking”

When you still refuse, he pulls it out of your hands. There's no fight from you, you know it's over and you are frozen in place. As he opens the box and witnesses what you had left for him, the satisfaction you had imagined feeling this morning is now replaced with guilt and regret. If he looked scared before, he is petrified now. He doesn’t even need to read the letter to feel sick about the situation.

“Is this your blood Y/N?” You nod yes.

“How did you get into my house?” You shrug your shoulders, refusing to make eye contact with him. “Y/N!” He snaps, making you jump. “Please please please” He begins to break down as the full gravity of the situation weighs on him.

“I’m sorry” You finally break your silence, your words were broken, and you truly feel remorseful. 

“You need to leave Y/N, now” 

“What?” You step forward, making him jump back but you're quicker. Holding onto one of his hands. “I can’t leave you, not now”

“What are you talking about Y/N? This is insane, yes you need to leave” When he goes to pull his hand away, you tighten your grip, making him yelp in pain.

“I’m not leaving you Hyunjin” You smile for the first time since you got here, eyes shaking with tears as you try to find some sort of peace. “I love you”

“Please, you’re hurting me” The strong man you knew from work is gone. The man you loved is replaced by a scared dog. One that needed to be out of its misery.

“It’s ok, it’s over now” Pulling him closer with the grip on his hand, you readjust the key you still held and plunged it into his neck. His eyes go wide as his hand desperately tries to stop the spray of blood. You let go, watching as he falls to the floor in a panic. He paints his room red. One last picture before he gets to spend eternity with you.

#stray kids #skz #hyunjin #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz x reader #skz x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n

[heyharoldsboo]

Hey babes, let's talk

As someone who has been

A. sexually assaulted

And

B. falsely accused of sexual assault

I feel somewhat confident I can give some insight on the Percy situation...

Now I have a firm philosophy that stems from my experience and that philosophy is... BELIEVE THE VICTIM BUT NOT WITHOUT PROOF, SOLID IRREFUTABLE PROOF.

So let's get into my philosophy and backstory:

#1. Believing the victim

So...back in school, I and three other people came forward with stories about how a student (18) had been harassing the three of us (this douche even had the audacity to grope me in the middle of class). Me and one other person in our trio were under 18...and what did our school do? Nothing, they did nothing. Not even when the guy admitted to it! The three of us victims were forbidden from even talking about it! Not to mention after that he made our lives a living hell. So yes believe the victims...

#2. But not without solid proof.

With this story also taking place during school this one takes a little longer to break down. Starting back just before second wave of the pandemic so back in the late fall/early winter 2020, met a nice enough guy(for the sake of this lets call him Rich NOT HIS REAL NAME DONT WORRY), he came on a little strong but hey he was cute...so why not. Starting as friends, we would dm each other until...I saw major red flags, he was moving way too fast so, I tried to steer us back to the friend angle...didn't work, so I did the sensible thing, I blocked him. Fast forward a month or so and he's dating my friend, not wanting her to go into this unprepared I give her a little warning...that ended up screwing me over because just before we went back online they broke up, not a big deal...at the time. So a few months into online school (think early/mid spring 2021) I get a dm from my ex (not Rich) saying Rich had accused me of r/pe...this was bad for Rich for 4 reasons

The first accusation was of me assaulting him at my house. (The dick hadn't ever been to my house)

The second one he said I assaulted him in the school field during lunch (??? Also I was working in the cafeteria on the day in question)

He's at least 6' and stronger than me (a 5'2" female who hates violent interactions and can barely throw a punch. At this point his story is so full of holes it's starting to look like Swiss cheese)

My mom is gonna raise hell (she did, she got the police involved because my school wouldn't take it seriously. Once again my school ladies and gentlemen👏)

Anyway my point here is like with the Percy situation most of this took place online which is why I stand with my motto

Believe the victim...but not without solid proof. Take everything that happens online with a grain of salt and don't just jump to conclusions.

Hey lovely! First of all, I'm so sorry about what was done to you. Thank you for trusting me with your story.

I agree with you. I have a friend who was accused of SA, and in the end it all turned out to be a lie made out of revange wishes. So I'm a firm believer of believe the victim, but also be serious and think about the story that is being told. If the story is weird, check things out.

And please, please, do as dear anon did: go to the police! social media can't do shit for you. get a legal exam done if needed, get your proof. don't use it in social media, because it may not be able to be used in court if done so.

#percy hynes white #percy is innocent #i stand with percy #percy hynes white is innocent #heyharoldsboo

[little-miss-despoina]

Twisted Wonderland Timeline Based on my Research

And when I say Timeline I mean date and month Yes I know this might not be 100% correct but like take it with a grain of salt and be nice about it

This is for the prologue to book 5

Okay before I start let’s get this straight most of the characters attending NRC are between the ages of 16-18

So from now on, I’m guessing that NRC is based on the British school system

Because in Britain college students (which they are) are between the ages of 16-18.

Prologue—

September 4th

I think the prologue probably takes place on September 4th because in Britain that is approximately when the school year starts.

It could also be September 3th to 4th depending on what time the entrance ceremony takes place

It could be 8 pm it could be midnight for all we know

Book 1—

September 5th to 9th

Book 1 takes place the day after the prologue takes place in 4 days time period

Book 2—

Late September to mid-October-ish

I’ll be honest I have no idea when book 2 is supposed to take place because I’m basing all my dates on the events that take place but the event that takes place in this book is a spell drive tournament which is a sport that doesn’t exist irl

The only thing I know for certain is that the spell drive tournament is in October

Sooo…

Book 3—

December 7th to 18th

This day is two days off from the one I’m basing it on but there is a reason for it

First off I like to add this first yes I did your testing dates instead of exam dates because from what I researched the exam dates seem to be too late in the school year for me to use anyways

The date I’m basing book 3 on is 2 days off the original I’m using because in Britain December 9-10 is one of the testing day

And yes it’s for 2022 because we don’t year for when twisted wonderland takes place so take it with a grain of salt or something

I push the date back two days because it takes place within 13 days and if I use the normal date it would land on the 20th which is when winter break happens so

It’s pushed back because on the last day of book 3 they go to the Atlantic Memorial Museum and the first day of book 4 it’s the day before winter break

Book 4—

December 19th to January 4th

Like I said in book 3 but 4 start with the main cast starting winter break and it ends with them being back from winter break, which is in Britain it’s the 20th of December to the 3 of January

Book 5—

???

This is an enigma I have no idea when this should be taking place there is not even a month I can use

In conclusion

The twisted wonderland timeline is a little confusing, especially with book 2 and book 5

And if you know the date the book 2 and 5 take place with evidence feel free to add on

And if you think I’m wrong about something tell me nicely and don’t be a dick about it okay?

Because I did do this for fun

#twisted wonderland #twst #twistedwonderland #twst disney #twst theory #i don’t know #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #I’ve spend hours on this