#This is half a joke but half not cause I seriously loved him sm and he's not talked about at all :(
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iwannascreameurekaa · 3 months ago
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crest is the most underrated Percy Jackson character
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pumpkinsy0 · 5 months ago
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can you make headcanons of the gang learning creole from the shepards??
anon,,,r u,,,,🇭🇹🇭🇹🇭🇹🇭🇹???🤨🤨 /lh
BUT OF COURSE!!!! the gateway to get me to answer any ask is to make it about the shepards and them being haitian i swear
•ponys already ahead of most of em bc he hangs out w curly a lot, hes picked up a few words and phrases
•i already hc that darry knows french bc he learned it in school so hes like the one having the least amount of problems w learing kreyòl
•if u didnt know, kreyòl has some words from spanish and african languages and i hc johnny to be half mexican and steve is african so sometimes they recognize it and theyre like that one wojack of that guy pointing
•im gonna be so fr its rlly only tim taking it seriously and teaching em, angelas only teaching them bad words and curlys flirting w pony, stupid ik but its happening much to the dismay of literally everyone
•when it comes to kreyòl, how u say it is how its spelled and two bit swore he would get this shit the first try and then he didnt, he barely getting it on his tenth bc he had to be explained that its said how its spelled using the HAITIAN alphabet, he was just using the regular ass alphabet the whole time
•then it opened up an argument of “then its not rlly said how its spelled” w two bit and literally everyone else but we’ll ignore that
•darry learned french in high school and he was barely grasping that fuck ass gendered language bc why is a table a girl, and he was so mentally prepared to have to do the same w kreyòl but when tim told him kreyòl isnt gendered and its rlly only context based so to say “he, she, it” is “li” and to say “they” in plural is “yo” , ik he jumped for joy, he was so tired
•back to kreyòl being spelled how u say it, when pony learned that curlys heart jumped to his ass cause ponyb started writing down what curly said and asking tim to translate, everytime he gets caught tim just gives him a look and curly pretends hes smug about it but he is not, hes shitting his pants as we speak
•i hc dallas to be russian and he already has a BIT of an accent when speaking english but when it comes to him actually talking in kreyòl its even more obvious cause ur not rlly supposed to pronounce the r’s but he literally keeps on doing it over and over somewhat in a russian accent on accident, and now tim just chuckles a bit when dally speaks kreyòl
•also i JUST remembered i also hc sylvia as haitian, so dallys also getting some help from her but also hes learning kreyòl bc he wants to know wtf she says under her breath when theyre in arguments
•i would say also bc he wants to know what tim says in arguments, but tim will gladly translate for him, however also some insult r just,meant for kreyòl, it literally only hits hard in kreyòl so he doesnt rlly translate those ones, but when he tells sylvia she laughs at dally and tells him what it means
•she also giggles at dally speaking kreyòl hes getting bullied at every angle
•i say this w sm love but dally and soda cant rlly read all that well, they were those kids that took a bit of time reading during popcorn reading and yknow what, no hate about that here, still love em the same, but sometimes tim lets them read something in kreyòl and theyre stuttering SO bad
•i joke about pony not knowing shit in kreyòl, but pony and curly speaking in kreyòl to each other guys,,,pls,,listen to me here,,,,i need it</333
•angela taught them some songs in kreyòl ill hold onto this hc till i die
okok im stopping myself here before this gets any longer but pls know i will be going insane about this later
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vaguesxrrow · 6 months ago
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Heyy! Love your writing! Now that we got bisexual buck, I was hoping you could do buck from 911 x male!Reader, who is a Korean model?? I don't know, maybe they'll meet because of chimney but I will let you decide what you wanna do with it!
hii thanks sm for the request, it's been a while since ive written for 911. and tysm for your patience in getting this done - it's been like 10 days so oopsss 😅
buck / male korean model reader
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a/n: background is that reader is friends with chimney and works as a model, but other than that there's nothing else specific
wc: 1335
tags: male reader, korean reader
what happens when you fly from korea to help the 118 shoot photos for the firefighter calendar?
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"GUYS!" chim yelled, bursting through the walls of the changing room.
eddie flinched, muttering an exasperated 'mierda' as he picked up the shirt he dropped. ravi shrieked, covering it up with a deep cough. buck, who had been busy tugging on his shoes, fell flat on the ground with a resonant 'thud'.
"seriously, chim?" he said, rubbing his hip.
"my famous model friend is coming here!" chimney announced, oblivious to everyone's consternation. "he's from korea. his name's [name], and his team and him are gonna be doing the firefighter calendar photoshoot with us, and also a few photos for his personal project," he relayed, reading from his phone.
"wait a sec, when was this decided?" buck asked. "i don't know how i feel about an outsider coming to pose with our precious engines."
eddie rolled his eyes fondly and clapped buck across the shoulder. "buck up, buck. i think it's cool!"
ravi chimed in. "yeah, me too. when's he flying in?"
"tomorrow!" chim said chipperly.
eddie whistled. "that him?" he said, clicking on the profile picture. "he is one fine specimen of a man. i get why he's a model."
"buck, you should totally tap that," ravi agreed.
buck scowled. "he's hot, but not, like..." he groaned at his teammates' unconvinced looks. "okay, fine! he's hot. but he's not even a firefighter!"
⌦ --
you looked in awe at the firehouse, and its multiple engines and trucks parked out front, gleaming. maybe there was cleansing in the flame, you mused, as you marveled at how spotless everything was.
"it's so... clean," you told your photographer, lily. she murmured in agreement.
a laugh sounded. "yeah, that's cause we have a few clean freaks in the house," chimney said, ambling over to you. he gave you a hug, patting you on the back. "long time no see, man!"
"yeah, it's been forever, right? someone hasn't visited in a while," you teased.
chimney shrugged. "gotta take care of my family, you know?" he wiggled his fingers, showing off his wedding ring. "happily cuffed down now. what about you? found a hot guy that's struck your fancy?"
you shook your head in half bemusement, half wishfulness. "nope. not yet."
"ooh, what's this about a hot guy, chim? cause you've got one right here." a man gestured to himself up and down. his grey eyes sparkled as he grinned boyishly, clearly amused at his own joke. he had a birthmark on his temples, with ashy blonde hair, and god, wouldn't you like to run your hands through it-
"that's buck, ignore him," chimney said, shoving buck gently as he approached.
"hey!" he - buck - protested, turning to you. "definitely don't - oh wow.." his eyes scanned you up and down "i'm buck."
you smirked. "hi, buck. i'm [name]."
"no, yeah, i know," he breathed, then cleared his throat when chimney snorted, seeming to catch himself. "so, uh, you're here for the photoshoot!"
"i am," you affirmed. "thanks for having me." you smiled sincerely. it genuinely was cool to be here, in a firehouse with all its american glory.
"happy to have you here, brother," chimney said. "especially buck over here."
not so subtly, buck kicked him in the shin and chimney yelped.
⌦ --
cameras flashed, shutters clicking rapidly. you stood against the firetruck, a fireproof jacket draped over your bare shoulders, revealing your equally bare abdomen. the trousers you had on were baggy. you definitely looked nothing like a real firefighter in your impractical (and incomplete) getup, but you were excited anyway. secretly, you hoped you'd be able to try on the helmets.
"why are they going so fast?" buck questioned, disgruntled.
you laughed. "it's just how they do it. more shots means more good pictures."
"easy for you to say," he grumbled. his eyes swept over your body, not for the first time. "all your shots must be good."
"you calling me hot, evan?" you challenged.
"i think you know the answer to that."
you resisted the urge to respond with another flirtatious comment as your photographer instructed you off the set. she approached you, studying the photos in her camera intently. lily had been your photographer since forever, and you trusted that her work would be amazing as always. despite this, though, you became breathless at the sight of the first picture. buck was the focus of this one, the camera being more angles towards him than it was to you. he was wearing the unreasonably tight LAFD shirt, with the firefighter pants that were a size up than what he usually wore (as he had complained).
he looked perfect, you thought. his head was tilted back in a half laugh, and his bicep muscles were prominent from the way he had his hands poised on the back of his waist.
"it's really good, lily," you said.
"really?" she asked. "i was asking what you thought of getting rid of this one."
"oh." you flushed. "um. i'd kind of like to keep it. even if you don't use it."
she looked at you inquisitively. "sure..." she said. "well, why don't you go take a break, and we'll do another set of photos in 20 minutes?"
you nodded in affirmation, shooting her a thumbs up as you walked away to where you saw buck, chimney, and hen conversing, sipping from coffee cups.
"hey," you greeted as you walked up to them, a bit hesitantly. "mind if i join?"
hen smiled at you, maybe a bit too widely. "of course not!"
"no more photos you gotta pose for, supermodel?" chim teased.
you chuckled, ribbing him playfully in the side. "nah, 20 minute break."
"well, have you had a tour of the firehouse yet?" hen asked.
"unfortunately not."
"me!" buck blurted. "i mean, uh, i'd be happy to show you around."
"awh," you said. "thanks."
hen and chim exchanged knowing looks. "you go do that, buck." hen shooed him away.
"come on, [name]." buck took you by the hand. "time for the grand tour."
honestly, you would've given up the grand tour if it meant getting to hold evan buckley's hand for the rest of your life. it was as if your fingers had been molded perfectly for each other. his rough, calloused palms contrasted your soft ones. they juxtaposed each other, you noticed, looking down at your joined hands.
buck led you through the firehouse. annoyingly (pleasingly), he kept hold of your hand throughout the whole tour. it was only when you climbed the stairs and reached the communal bedroom that he let go to hold open the door for you, and you thought you might swoon then and there.
"leading me to your bedroom already? that's very forward," you joked.
buck chuckled, ducking his head in a way that made you want to tilt his chin right back up again. "if you ask my teammates, they'll be sure to tell you i usually bring people to the fire engines themselves, not the rooms."
you raised your eyebrows in surprise. "and when do you plan on... bringing me somewhere?" as you spoke, you inched closer and closer to him, almost unconsciously, as if there was some magnetic force between you.
buck's breath hitched audibly. "i wasn't... i mean, i wasn't sure if you were interested in me the way i'm interested in you."
"i am."
his eyes darted to your lips, then back up to meet your intense gaze. "then can i...?"
you leaned forward, just enough for your lips to brush. "yeah," you whispered.
buck surged forward to kiss you. your hands came up to his forearms, as his settled on your waist. he was so close, that you thought it might send your heart into overdrive, but at the same time it felt your heart may shatter if he didn't get closer.
when you pulled apart, both of you were breathless, and had a slightly dazed look about you.
"we should go out for coffee," buck said. "i mean, if you want to."
"evan," you laughed. "of course i want to.”
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plushienanami · 2 years ago
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Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere sova, cypher, chamber, and phoenix with a male or gn s/o who knows about their antics and constantly avoids them? (Thanks in advancr if you do this!!) [🥀]
i cannot tell you how excited i was to write this. I’m literally uncontrollably shaking and sobbing right now. i love Valorant sm and yeah I still play it hehe. i haven’t seen much Yan fics for the characters so oh well ig I will add to the already small ones that exists. thanks sm for requesting this 🥀 anon ! 💝
Yandere Valorant with a S/O who Constantly Avoids Them.
Ft: Chamber, Phoenix, Cypher, Sova
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Chamber:
One you started to avoid him, immediately he would catch on. The smug grin he would wear on his face around you and the others, would slowly turn into a cold dead stare the last place you stood in front of him.
He is a very possessive man and the more time away from him doing meaningless things like avoid him, would just be another open door for anyone to come into your life.
For some reason the more you avoid him, the more prominent and pushy he is. He is a manipulative conman who would ruthlessly do anything to get his way.
In your peripheral vision, standing there will always be Chamber reminding you that at the end of the road lies him patiently waiting for you.
Bringing it up to Brim would be pointless. No matter how much he dislikes Chamber, he is a valuable member of Protocol and losing him would cause great loss to the team.
So you’re stuck.
Walking back to your room, all you hear is the humming of the fluorescent lights lighting up the corridor. It was late in the night, no one was up and half the team was gone on a mission investigating recent activity of spike bombs throughout Italy.
An eerie feeling began to slowly come over you. Crossing your arms, you continued to walk to your room hoping to reach your private sanctuary.
Sliding open your door, you slump against it letting out an exhale of relief from the creepy feeling you got in the dim hallway.
A little rustle of sheets makes you snap your head up towards its direction. There on your bed was Vincent Fabron in all his glory, sitting at the end of your bed with his legs crossed and hands intertwined around his knee while he smiled at you.
A small gasp came out of your lips as you stared at him like an unpredictable animal not knowing what he was going to do next.
“What’s wrong mon cheri, miss me?”
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Phoenix:
It would take a little while for Phoenix to notice that you’ve been avoiding him.
Sure sometimes in the past you got a little annoyed with him and would avoid him sometimes, so this would mean eventually you’ll come back to him right?
When you don’t is when Phoenix has to take matters into his own hands.
At first he would try to play it off as a joke with little playful whines of how he could make it up to you or how he would stop being annoying sometimes.
That doesn’t work.
He will start to get antsy over time and that’s when that playful behavior of his starts to slowly slip away.
After coming back from a mission, you were seriously injured. Sage made sure to heal you and let you rest in the med bay. Picking up on Phoenix’s presence and how close she thought he was to you, she left to give you two privacy.
Being too tired from sustaining injuries and using the rest of your energy on the field, you're completely drained and all you could do was sit there as he grew closer.
Phoenix stands in front of you, looking down with an unreadable expression as he adjusts the collar of his jacket.
Looking down, fiddling with his rings is when he decided to open his mouth.
“You know all this fooling around and this is where it gets you. Look I don’t know what I did, but I’m sick of this silent treatment. It would be best if you would stop this before things get out of hand.”
You can’t help but feel your heart drop from the menacing glowing orange hue of his eyes as he continued to stare right at you.
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Cypher:
There is no real way to avoid Cypher. If we want to play the ‘what if’ game then sure, okay. It all depends what stage of obsession he is at.
We all know that he has lost someone really close to him and throughout his game dialogue he says some pretty sad stuff. When you find out about all of Cypher’s manipulation tactics and surveillance cams, that’s where things get messy.
After a day of rigorous back to back training with Kay-O and Phoenix, your left is completely beat and sore. Laying down on your bed you take a moment to relax before your stomach churns in an uncomfortable way forcing you to sit up.
You can’t help but feel like someone was watching you, yet you were in your own room.
This would continue until it gets out of control like the snowball effect. It would get to a point where you begin to tear your own room apart trying to find what or who was watching you.
The other protocol members take notice of the dark circles that linger under your eyes, the whiffing of shoots when merely practicing in the range, and how jittery you are when simply eating breakfast.
You know it's him, but there is nothing to do than confront him.
It would have been better if they were to just leave it alone and go along with the saying “Ignorance is bliss”, but even then the end would still be the same.
Confronting him would lead up to you knocking at his door in the middle of the night. Tears adorn your face as your eyes are swell from the excessive abuse you’ve put them through.
Sitting in a chair in front of an old fashioned chess board, sits Cypher gesturing you to take a seat across from him. Looking at the chessboard, all that there is left is a singular white king chess and a remaining black king piece in his hand. With a small tilt of his head is when you hear the dreadful word that marks the end of your fate.
“Checkmate.”
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Sova:
In order to find out Sova was pulling the strings in the background, you must’ve had to look deep and hard.
Sova makes sure to cover his tracks only wanting you to know him for the honest agent who would do anything to protect his team and lead them to triumph.
When the avoiding begins to start, it takes a little while for him to notice. He is a valued agent of Protocol and Brim makes sure to deploy him on almost every mission because he is someone he can solely trust.
Once the small conversations you would have in the common area stop and all your responses are short and straight to the point is when Sova takes notice.
With a little observance and recon, he finds out how you had caught onto him. It was bound to happen eventually as it was better to confront it sooner than later and let it go on longer.
Getting ready for bed, you put on your lip balm before untucking your covers from the neatly folded position it was in. A knock on the door interrupted you before you had the chance to slide into your bed.
Letting out a small groan, you made your way to your door before sliding it open revealing the last person you wanted to see.
“May I come inside? I know it is quite late, but Brimstone wanted me to quickly deliver the notes for the next upcoming mission.”
Holding up a vanilla envelope, he gives a small awkward smile. Furrowing your eyebrows you step to the side letting the tall man step in. Closing the door you noticed Sova placed the envelope on your desk before continuing to stand there staring at you.
“Мне очень жаль, но это нужно было сделать.”
Before you could take a step back, the last thing you saw was the glow from his robotic blue eye as he drew away the used syringe.
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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years ago
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YES.
They’d actually be so funny together, like deadpool would just be spouting some random crap and Ex would be like “wtf goes on in your head?”
And they’d have some sad and heartfelt moments talking about their life stories and feeling robbed of the lives they could’ve had, etc.
And Ex would be so supportive of Deadpool when it comes to his looks. And he’s totally on board with killing traffickers and dealers with her.
“Oh, you wanna kill some child traffickers? Count me in!”
I can imagine her, frank, and deadpool together. Frank would be so tired of their shit lol.
I feel like both Exodus and Wade could learn quite a lot from each other.
How do you think Wade and Matt would interact?
P. S.
I just remembered that Exodus’ power includes reading and feeling other’s emotions, so she’d be aware that Wade’s putting on a “happy” front. She’d be aware of the fact that he’s not so secretly very sad, angry, depressed, etc. This just made me sad lol.
i can just imagine her running around and just seeing the red suit first
E: goddammit, Devil. can’t i have one night where you leave me the hell alone?
DP: woah, woah, woah. love this energy, right? powerful woman, doesn’t need a man, yadda yadda yadda. but! i’m afraid i’m the wrong man and i’ve never seen you before… love the look by the way. black leather, me-ow!
E: you’re kinda weird…. *sees the swords and the guns* wanna help me get rid of some jerks in track suits that are fucking with some girls?
DP: uh, yes? *laughing* do you need to ask?
so i don’t really know anything ab Team Red (DD/DP/SM) dynamics so this is what i picture
dp would annoy matt so much. if he thought ex was bad, dp is so much worse. there’s a joke for everything and 86% of the time, it’s inappropriate
e: i’ll go first, paralyze them with their own fear-
dd: we need stay together
dp: or! none of that and we just go in there, fully cocked and balls out-
e: isn’t the expression ‘half-cocked’?
dp: i’ve never had someone ask for half a cock. do you know something i don’t?
dd: you’re both idiots.
dp: no, but seriously. who’s satisfied with half-cocked?
and if we’re talking out of costume. matt loves/hates when wade hangs around the office. he’s always sticking his nose in the middle of what they’re working on.
reader and karen are doing some research and here comes wade, slowly covering the computer with his drawing of him, dd, and ex
w: we’re on the moon… get it? cause we’re out of this world!
m: *rubbing eyes in frustration* where did he get crayons from?
but ex and wade have like one life-questioning, existential crisis conversation every night
dp: what if were meant to be a bad guy? or like… not this?
e: everyone i’ve killed… i never had a chance to be good, like Daredevil. i’m always gonna be the bloody one between us and maybe it’s better, yknow? it’d kill him if he ever had to take a life
dp: i cover my pain with humor so no one ever knows and it’s just… hard sometimes. i have so many feelings and i can’t say anything
e: i know… i’ve always known… i just didn’t want to ask, figured you’d tell me when you’re ready
dp: *trying not to cry*
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r0zyp0zy0zy · 4 years ago
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Hiya! Could I please request number 6 from that prompt list for Taketora please~? Thank you!
Haikyuu!! Prompt list trial
HQ!! Prompt list
Words: 1400
Warnings: slightly suggestive, probably ooc Yamamoto
Pairing: Yamamoto Taketora x FEM!reader
Prompt: #6 ("you, uhm— kinda touched my— yeah..")
Thanks sm for the request!! This is my first time ever writing for Yamamoto, so sorry if it feels a bit off
Yamamoto was an interesting fella to say the least. He was quite intimidating when you saw him throughout campus, with his intense blonde mohawk and sharp gaze. It was only when he bumped into you in the hallway that you got a taste of what he was really like.
"Oh, sorry Yamamoto-Kun," you bowed slightly, trying to avoid his gaze. When he didn't reply, you looked up to see your very red and flustered classmate opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish.
"It's- uh. I mean, it's was my fault, so uh- yeah," he stuttered awkwardly, blushing harder when your e/c eyes locked with his. He bowed deeply in a sudden movement, "I-I'm sorry for bumping into you, l/n-san!"
From that point onwards, you had opened up a soft spot for Yamamoto in your heart. You made sure to smile at him in the halls when you saw him, causing his friends to poke fun at him when you did. You thought that it was cute that he was so shy; it made you want to befriend him. It was a slow and steady ride, but one day you finally mustered up enough courage to invite him to hangout over lunch.
Even several months later he was still flustered and shy around you, so it was a pleasant surprise when he asked you to watch him practice volleyball with his team in the gym after your classes.
"Hey, um. Y/n?" Yamamoto asked, wringing his hands together nervously. "Would you like to watch my volleyball team practice around 3:30?"
You smiled at him, "sure! I would love to." You felt giddy that he was letting you in on his hobby. It was what he talked about most, so you assumed that it was very important to him.
Yamamoto grinned wildly at you, a light rouge dusting his cheeks. He filled you in on all of his teammates while he walked you to class, telling you their special plays. You nodded along politely, and you gave him one last smile before you slipped into your English class.
You couldn't get your mind off of the bleached blonde while you scribbled down verbs half-assed, subconsciously simpering thoughtfully. Your fondness of Yamamoto over time turned into a silly crush, and you blushed at the idea that you caught feelings for the boy so quickly. You kept glancing at the clock above the door, hoping that it would tick faster so that class would be over. You sighed as you doodled on the margin of your paper, absentmindedly daydreaming about playing with Yamamoto's hair.
You walked up to the gymnasium doors, nervously contemplating if you should knock or just walk in. You could hear the squeak of runners on the gym floor, and the loud smacking of multiple volleyballs echoing inside the large room. You took a breath, tightening your grip on your bag and decided to just walk in. You fumbled with the door nervously, swinging it open quietly. You peaked inside just in time to watch Yamamoto leap into the air and sock a ball into the ground on the opposite side of the net.
He got a few cheers from his teammates and you clapped along, causing Yamamoto and his team to glance over to you. You cowered nervously at the attention, and looked at your friend for help.
"Y-y/n-san!" He yelped with wide eyes. He walked over to you, burring his hands in his shorts waistband as if they were pockets. "You came!"
"Of course I did!" You replied, closing the gymnasium door behind you. "I said I would, didn't I?"
You realized that the noise that was previously ringing through the gym had stopped, and you looked around to see some of the team members either looking at you, or chatting with each other in whispers. When you turned back you jumped and let out a startled yelp.
"Who're you?" Asked the giant that materialized beside Yamamoto. He had striking green eyes that seemed to be staring into your soul.
"Don't scare her away!" Yamamoto defended, pulling the beanpole away from you. "I invited her to come and watch me play."
"And she agreed? Surprising," a boy you recognized as Kuroo butted into the conversation.
"You boys get back to practice! Yamamoto, go find your girlfriend a seat on the bleachers and get to work!" Nekoma's volleyball captain shouted at the players. You and Yamamoto blushed at the words 'your girlfriend', but neither of you made a comment.
"Er, sorry about Lev— he's kind of blunt with his words," Yamamoto apologized, leading you to one of the front bleachers.
"Ah, it's alright. He just spooked me is all," you shrugged, putting down your bag. He gave you a curt nod and jogged back to practice, yelling at one of his teammates to serve him a ball.
In all honesty, you had hardly a clue what was going on. You thought you had a grasp on volleyball when Yamamoto explained it to you, but... apparently not. You cheered with the team when you assumed something impressive happened, half embarrassed when the team glanced at you.
During their midway break, you fretted over Yamamoto's hands, "don't they hurt? Is there any bruising?"
"Oh," he waved a hand, a blush creeping onto his face, "sometimes there are bruises, but I hardly feel them!"
Unconvinced, you eyed them and ran a finger along one of the bruises on his palm. "You sure? I can kiss them better if they do..." you teased, only half joking.
"W-well, maybe a little," Yamamoto stiffened, hope fluttering in his chest.
You looked at him and smiled innocently, taking each of his hands and laying a chaste kiss to both palms. You watched in amusement as Yamamoto's face bloomed a darker shade of red at your affections, eyes considerably wider that before.
"Feel better?" You cooed, relishing his flustered state.
"Y-yes, thanks!" He stuttered, looking as though he was about to feint. You could hear muffled giggles from his teammates somewhere in the distance, probably laughing at his awkwardness. "Hey! I don't see a pretty girl kissing your hands, huh?!" He snapped at his friends.
"Pretty?" You repeated.
Yamamoto turned back to you with a shy smile, "w-well yeah.. you're very pretty."
"Oh just shut up and confess already!" Someone, (probably Kuroo), called from across the gym. You heard the 'phtftftft' of a ball flying through the air, and watched in slow motion as Yamamoto slid an arm across your chest to shelter you from the ball. He slapped it down with his other hand.
"Hey! Mind your damn business!" His arm was still on your chest, and you realized with a start that he was gripping onto your breast.
"you, uhm— kinda touched my—," you started, pulling Yamamoto's attention back to you. He seemed to realize his mistake and yanked his hand away, "yeah.."
You stifled a laugh when he literally got on his knees and bowed in apology, "y/n I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to I swear! I was just trying to protect you!" He glanced back up at you with a beat red face, "please forgive me!"
"Oh, it's alright," you said awkwardly, "it was an honest mistake, Yamamoto-chan."
His eyes turned into saucers at your words and his mouth fell open. You had to drag him back up to his feet so he wasn't kneeling on the floor of the gym.
A (very) loud laugh broke your thoughts, and you looked over to see Kuroo gripping his stomach as he spewed the most hideous laugh, "Yamamoto-chaan~" he mocked, "I forgive you for groping me without my consent!"
"It was an accident!" Yamamoto raged, "and your 'y/n voice' is nowhere near as pretty as hers."
Kuroo went into another laughing fit, and you could see Kenma covering his mouth as he giggled. Yamamoto looked back at you with his still guilty eyes, silently begging you to reassure him.
"Seriously, Yama, it's alright," you muttered so only he could hear. "And besides, I was going o to let you do that anyway at some point," your whisper sent shivers down his spine, and he quickly made up and excuse to go to the bathroom.
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markberries · 4 years ago
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j u s t  f r i e n d s┊cedric diggory
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anons requested:
HIII :) i havent seen that much cedric fluff/smut lol cedric is literally my comfort character 🤠 if ur requests are open could you write a fluff/smut? i literally dont mind what kind i just WANT MORE CEDRIC FANFICTION CAUSE THERE IS BARELY ANYYY :((
HellO! I love ur work can I request you make like a Cedric x F reader hufflepuff, friends to lovers, fluff and smut. I know it's vv vague but go off. I just want cedric content i love him sm :,)
info:  cedric diggory was your best friend, nothing more, but when he tells you about an upcoming date, you start to question that.
genre: fluff, some angst, SMUT, fem reader, hufflepuff reader, friends to lovers
warnings: so much smut, oral (receiving), cursing
word count: 5.7k+
a/n: HIIIII i was able to complete 2 reqs in 1! this was long overdue but i hope you like it,, also i edited the first half and just gave up on the second half GHFHJFSG
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cedric diggory was your best friend.
he smelt of vanilla, his voice warm, flowing smoothly like honey. his presence gave you a sense of comfort, almost as if he was home. his eyes were a slight grey, full of wonder, color like a foggy autumn night, or the clouds that filled the sky on the day you two had met. his brown hair, always effortlessly styled, never failing to make girls swoon when he ran his fingers through it. and his smile — god, his smile.
adored by most and kind to all, you truly believed that cedric diggory deserved the world. it was impossible for any girl to get a glimpse of him and not feel their heart flutter.
the good-natured overachiever was your best friend because you hadn’t developed any romantic feelings for him, despite his good looks and unforgettable, lovable attitude. you knew that you wouldn’t have been friends with him in the first place if you felt the same way as the hundreds of other girls who yearned for cedric diggory, so the day he told you that he had a date, you were unsure of why there was a slight pang of pain that struck your heart.
“finally,” you sighed in relief, a playful tone hidden in your voice as you wiped fake sweat off of your forehead. the sound of your heartbeat felt like it was louder than the crackling of the hufflepuff common room’s fireplace, and you weren’t sure if it was in your head or not.
the both of you sat on the snug fabric couch that was placed right in front of the small flames, the cushions soft. cedric shoved you playfully, making you jokingly hold your arm in pain. cedric muttered a “shut up,” a smile on his face as he looked down in his lap. you stuck your tongue out at him, scrunching up your nose.
the fidgeting of your fingers went unnoticed as you smiled at him, a sense of dread washing over you as you began to think about how his date might go. you remained unassertive of why these negative emotions swallowed you whole, reassuring yourself that it was probably just because you were afraid of losing your best friend.
“seriously though, i’m really happy for you,” you say, patting his shoulder lightly. somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew were lying, you knew that you wanted to say “please, don’t go on that date,” but you ignored it. 
“i just don’t know what to do! or wear, or say,” he complained, waving his arms around, before falling back and relaxing on the couch. “do you think i’ll mess this up?”
no cedric, you’re perfect.
“yeah, you’re an idiot,” you lie, making cedric kick your leg. “you know i’m only joking, if you want, i’ll help you choose an outfit.”
cedric shot up, his hands on either side of his body as he looked at you with joy filled eyes. 
“really? you’ll help me?”
you laugh, “that’s what friends are for, idiot.”
you hated every bit of how your conversation was going. you felt like the more you two discussed about his upcoming date with cho chang, the longer that stinging pain stuck to you. you didn’t know what you wanted to do, you didn’t know if you wanted to cry, scream, yell, it was all left a mystery to you as cedric’s excited voice talked about how amazing cho was.
“she’s smart — and i mean, smart smart; and beautiful, wow, she really is beautiful. i’ve never met someone like her.”
you continued to smile and nod, enduring the ache that stayed with you the entire time. before, you were confident that you would never gain feelings for cedric, but now, you weren’t so reliant of your previous beliefs as the lurking torment hit you.
“well, can you blame her? she’s a ravenclaw,” you gave him a nonchalant reply, crossing your legs as you played with your wand.
“but she’s different, you know?” he went on and on, while you had an internal battle with yourself. you thought you were different. you hoped that you were different. but, you guessed, not to cedric.
“i’m getting tired,” you yawned, trying to get yourself out of this situation. you weren’t really tired, you just didn’t want to hear anymore of cedric talking about how cho was his dream girl. you wished that he would talk about you like he did her.
“really? it’s only eight o’clock,” he raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. you nodded, stretching your arms and standing up. you stood in your penguin pajama pants and an oversized tee, waving to him.
“i’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? and i’ll help you with your date,” you say, regretting the statement you made about how you would assist him in preparing for his date. 
“wait!” he quickly stood up, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you for a hug. you froze for a moment, before melting into his touch. “thank you, y/n, for being such an amazing best friend.”
he placed his chin on the top of your head, while you buried your face into his shoulder.
“of course.”
while you headed up to bed, your loud thoughts echoed throughout your mind. you were rubbing your eyes, stifling your soft cries so you wouldn’t wake up your roommate. you crawled into your bed, wrapping the blanket around you, silent cries escaping your lips.
it was like a cliche love story, the girl finally realizes she has been in love with her best friend this entire time, only to be met with unintentional rejection. it hurt, of course it hurt. you were beginning to register that you wanted be cedric’s, you wanted him to be yours, but it was impossible. he had eyes on another.
the next day was even more dreadful than the previous, you woke up in a bad mood, lazily putting on your uniform and making your way to breakfast. cedric was quick to catch you on the way there, attempting to scare you from behind.
“boo!”
you turned and slapped cedric, who now, regretted his horrible effort to spook you. 
“don’t do that!” you whisper-shouted at him, and he raised his hands, surrendering. “sorry, sorry. forgot about last year.”
last year, you repeatedly told cedric about how much you hated being jump scared. it was no surprise that the idiot had forgotten. you giggled, cedric infamous laugh following your own. he began to walk side by side with you, continuing your conversation from yesterday.
“so.... you’re still going to help me, right?”
you wished you could say no, you wanted so badly to say no, but you knew you couldn’t. his happiness counted too, not just your own.
“with your fashion sense? do you think i have a choice?” you teased, squinting your eyes at him. you two entered the dining hall, every student was talking to another, some girls watching you and cedric walk by. you spotted cho across the room, cedric also seeing her. he waved at her, a smile on his face as she waved back.
you sighed internally, sitting down at the dining table. cedric sat down as well, but still kept his eyes on cho.
“what the hell are you doing?” you asked, grabbing an apple on the table. 
“me? nothing,” he replied back, resting his head on his hand as he stared at her in awe, you were tempted to slap him again, but you held back that said urge. your fingers traced the creases in the wood as your best friend eyed his crush, and you wanted nothing more than to leave the room.
“hey y/n are-”
“yes, i get it. cho is beautiful. she’s smart. i heard you the first thousand times.”
you turned to glare at cedric, who was looking at you, concerned. “no, i was going to ask if you were okay.”
your cheeks turned a light pink as you felt butterflies erupting in your stomach. you smiled at him, “sorry. just a little tired, i didn’t get much sleep. i’m alright.”
it was a half-lie, but you couldn’t risk telling cedric the truth. you were so sure that it would be the end of your amazing friendship, he would never look at you the same, and you weren’t sure if you could get over your feelings. you were stuck, in this in-between state of mind, one side of you begging to let your confession out, while the other just stayed quiet.
so yes, you caved into yourself and lied, but your only problem was that cedric knew that you were lying. there was no way of hiding it from your best friend, even if you thought you were concealing it well.
“hey cedric.”
the voice of the seemingly irritating asian ravenclaw snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately pivoted your head to look at her. cedric was already standing, looking at cho.
“hey y/n,” she smiled at you, and you replied back with a small awkward wave of your hand, a fake smile on your face before you turned back around to roll your eyes. your face scrunched up, biting into your apple as the two lovebirds talked behind you.
every word that came out of her mouth, every compliment he gave her, every giggle you heard, it made you want to turn around and walk out. jealousy was an ugly emotion, and you never thought that you’d actually get a chance to experience it, but here you were, annoyed out of your mind.
you waited for what felt like hours, for their talking to be over (it was really only a few minutes), time felt especially slow when they began to flirt about their upcoming date tonight.
“so, i’ll see you after classes then?” cedric asked her, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“of course.”
cedric watched her walk away, gazing at her with those ever so beautiful eyes of his, taking a deep breath before sitting back down.
by the time cedric sat down, you were already getting up from the table, with a loss of apetite. cedric glanced at the single bite you took out of your apple, then glancing back up at you.
“hey, how do you expect to grow if you don’t eat?” he joked, earning a pissed off face from you, who only said, “i’m not hungry.”
you walked off without him, muttering to yourself meaningless thoughts. although cedric was worried about your sudden shift of attitude and demeanor, he decided to leave you some time to yourself.
you were already halfway to class, wondering what the hell you had done in your past life to receive this emotional torture. you groaned, looking down at your shoes. 
“you alright there, y/n?” a familiar voice called out to you, running up to you. it was ron weasley, an idiot, but a good friend of yours. you turned your head to him, saying, “no, i’m not.”
“spit it out, then,” ron says, lightly bumping shoulders with you. you let out an exhale, grasping at your wand in your right hand, your tote bag slung over your left shoulder. “are you going to take all day? i want to at least make it to potions before snape sends me to detention again.”
“fine, fine,” you whine to him, “you know cedric?”
“no — is that a food? are you mad? everyone knows cedric,” he exclaims. “there’s no one in this bloody school who doesn’t know who he is.”
you sneer, pinching his arm while he cries out a small “ow”. 
“so,” you start, avoiding eye contact so you wouldn’t have to see ron’s reaction. “him and cho have a date tonight. i know, not a big deal, but you see, i kind of started to fancy him.”
“i knew it.”
“be quiet.”
ron lets out a snicker at your quick reply, but he shuts himself up as you snap your head at him to give him a death glare. 
“are you planning on telling diggory at all?” he questions, and you immediately shake your head, your eyes wide, imagining everything that could go wrong.
“what would he think of me? it would make the situation much worse,” you explain to him, and he nods, trying to understand how you were currently feeling. 
approaching his potions class, ron gives your arm a little squeeze.
“well you know, someone must find you attractive, even someone as ugly as y-” his voice is cut off by you kicking him in the shin, and he yelps out, while you giggle. 
“get to class.”
your face drops when you hear cho’s and cedric’s voices echoing behind you, and you feel a part of your heart clench. it doesn’t take you long to walk as fast as you can so they don’t spot you, your shoes clicking against the concrete floor.
“how’s this?”
cedric stood in front of you with a white dress shirt, black dress pants, with a black leather belt wrapped around the waist. his shiny black shoes tapping against the floor anxiously, the sleeves of his shirt neatly rolled up. he put a slight amount of gel in his hair, he looked amazing.
if anything, the more you stared at him, the more you regretted offering to help him get dressed for his outing. your stomach did twists and turns as his eyes bored into your own, searching for approval.
he had a nervous smile on his face, the kind of smile you wished you had caused. you wanted nothing more than to be happy for him, for he had finally found a girl he actually liked. the only thing that had you upset, was that you weren’t that girl.
“you look,” you pause for a moment, taking him in. you gained a whiff of his natural scent, before exhaling slowly.
“stupid.”
his eyes widen in horror, rushing to go find new clothes. you erupt in chuckles, grabbing his arm.
“i’m just kidding, you look great, now go!” you exclaim, but cedric freezes, sitting down on his bed. he looks like he’s in thought, but his exact mindset wasn’t clear to you.
you sit down next to him, the bed cushion sinking. placing a hand on his shoulder, you ask him, “are you alright?”
“i don’t know, i’ve just never really felt like this for someone, i feel like i’ll mess it up,” his head turns to you, with a neutral facial expression. “what if i do something wrong? do you think she’ll stop liking me?”
“listen to me diggory, every girl i know has a tiny crush on you, i’m sure cho is crazy about you, and i doubt that there’s anything you can possibly do to mess tonight up,” you beam, patting his back. “unless you kill her.”
“i just don’t want to miss my chance with someone like her.”
there’s something that hits you when cedric says that — maybe it’s the fact that cedric would never see you in a romantic way is finally setting in, or the thought of never being able to compare to a girl like cho, or maybe you’re finally understanding you have been in love with cedric for longer than you thought, or maybe it was all of those reasons. something makes you want to crash into a fit of sobs, or maybe a chorus of silent cries.
for cedric’s happiness, you decide it was better to hide you’re sadness, that was slowly eating you up bit by bit, or at least, attempt to hide it.
“trust me, i’m sure she’ll love every bit of tonight. and if she doesn’t, well, i can surely take her head on.”
and here came his beautiful, mesmerizing, bright grin. he enveloped you into a hug, smiling to himself. “you really are my best friend.”
“yeah, i am, aren’t i?”
he lets go, standing up from his previous spot on the bed, dusting off his shirt.
“time to go, diggory,” you say to him, pushing him out the room, the door making a slight creak as you open it.
“thank you, y/n,” he grins, and you shut the door, but not before pressuring him to leave faster. your back is pressed against the cool wooden material as you slide down it slowly, burying your face in your hands as you are being swallowed whole by the everlasting feeling of unwanted rejection.
although cedric had no clue that he had technically rejected you, there was still a fresh feeling of heartbreak within you.
you felt vulnerable, like you were out of control, and that you couldn’t change anything.
there were so many thoughts running through your mind, you barely realized that you had got up and reached for the door handle, twisting it open, and pacing down the hall to where cedric was walking.
before realizing what you were doing, you grabbed cedric by the wrist, making him turn to you. you cut him off in the middle of saying your name, pressing your soft lips against his own.
you screwed your eyes shut, unaware of your own actions, while cedric stood there, eyes wide open in shock. he was frozen, unbeknownst of what to do.
when you slowly backed away from him, you swear you just wanted someone to put you out of your misery, right there. cedric was sputtering words, trying to form a proper sentence, while you were on the verge of tears.
“o-oh my god, i didn’t- shit, i’m so sorry cedric,” you were shaking, bringing your hands to cover your mouth, “just go on your date. this was a mistake- i uh, i’ve got to go.”
you took off fast walking to your dorm, trying your best to forget about the moment that happened seconds before. the adrenaline that was previously pumping through your veins was slowly beginning to wear off as you slammed your dorm room’s door shut, you let out a quiet wail. you quickly got yourself under the covers, gripping at the cotton sheets.
that night, you barely got any sleep, as the only thing keeping you awake was the thought of tomorrow.
there’s a soft knock on your door the following day, and you immediately huff in frustration, burying your head further into your pillow.
“go away!” you shout, your voice muffled by the fabric. ron calls your name from behind the wooden walls, ushering you to let him in.
“you can’t just stay in there forever!”
“yes i can, watch me,” you say back, hearing the door opening, followed by ron’s footsteps. he pokes you, repeatedly, purposely trying to irritate you.
“the professors are going to kill you if you don’t show up to your classes,” he scolded. you turn to look at him, the left side of your face still in the pillow. grabbing another pillow beside you, you toss it at his face.
“i don’t care,” you huff, finally turning over to lay on your back. “leave me alone, weasley.”
“i brought you something to eat, you can’t starve yourself,” he muttered, placing a plate of food on your nightstand. the sun shined bright into your window, birds chirping from the school grounds.
ron sighed, “could you at least tell me what happened?”
you gulp, frowning.
“i kissed cedric.”
“could you repeat that one more time?”
“i... kissed... cedric. right before he left for his date.”
“huh!?” ron squeaked, standing up. “what happened to the whole ‘i’m not telling him’ thing?”
“i know!” you snivelled, the feeling of guilt overwhelming you. “i really don’t know what i was thinking.. i just can’t face him right now.”
as if he was right on time, you hear cedric call your name from behind your dorm room door. he’s about to turn the knob, but you jump out of bed to prevent him from opening it.
“please let me in,” he says softly, his forehead pressed against the wood. “we really need to talk.”
“there’s nothing i want to talk about, diggory,” you say back, and ron laughs at your current struggle.
“ron, i swear to god-“
“weasley is in there with you? please, let me in!” cedric tries his best to convince ron to get you out of the way, but you’re prepared to throw the plate of food that ron had gotten you, and ron was not risking that.
“y/n-“
“i don’t want to talk, okay? please leave.”
the room goes quiet for a moment, no talking, no giggles from ron, it’s simply just silent. you hear cedric audibly sigh, before walking away.
you can imagine cedric’s distressed face as his frustration is always visible, and you really wanted nothing more than to go out and hug him, but you couldn’t. not after last night.
“you really do need to talk to him, though,” ron comments as you breathe heavily.
“i-i know, just not yet.”
hours after waking up from your hell-induced “sleep”, you finally got the energy to go to your last period, as you had told your professors from earlier classes that you were in terrible condition (you told them you had gotten food poisoning), and they were surprisingly, understanding.
you were battling with the ideas of speaking to diggory or never facing him again, and to be honest, you were liking the latter option a lot more than the first.
each time you spotted him through the day, there was something that felt like a small pinch within you, followed by a longing to talk to him again. you would quickly avert your eyes, or rush to make sure you weren’t in his line of sight, either way, you felt empty.
the worse was when you had just got out of class, only to walk a few steps down the hall, to see him talking to cho, taking her hands into his own, a soft expression on his face as he spoke to her. it’s almost like you could hear an audible shatter come from your heart. you shut your eyes, turning back to the way you came, your head hanging low.
you were so exhausted, physically and emotionally. dodging cedric at all costs, studying for upcoming tests, and losing hope in regaining your friendship with him.
you walked to the gryffindor common room to rant to ron, as he seemed like the only person you could talk to right now.
“i see you actually got out of bed,” he comments, leaning back on the red sofa. you placed your bag on the coffee table, plopping down next to him.
“surprising, right?” you say sarcastically. “but i didn’t come here to be criticized by you.”
you cross your arms over your chest, placing yourself deep in thought as you tried to calm yourself down. you rubbed your temples, trying to think of some sort of solution to end your torture.
“talked to diggory yet?” he asks, writing something down in his notebook. your posture becomes rigid, a pinched expression on your face as you shake your head “no”.
“y/n.. you have to at least to explain to him about what happened last night.”
your fingers begin to fidget, and you stare down at them. “i don’t even know what i was thinking, to be honest. so what am i supposed to tell him?”
“well,” ron trails, “you can start by saying that you like-”
ron doesn’t get to finish his sentence, as someone shouts his name from beyond the gryffindor common room. you immediately recognize the voice, scrambling to hide behind the couch as to not be seen.
seconds later, cedric comes in, a bothered look im his eyes as he approaches the red haired boy.
“hey ron, have you talked to y/n at all?” he asks him, his hair disheveled as you take a peek from behind the couch. he still looked amazing to you.
“yeah i have,” ron replies, nodding, but it’s tight — as if he’s holding something he wants to say back, and cedric is quick to notice it. he’s always been able to see those tiny details hidden behind a person’s actions.
“uh, okay.. and do you know where she is?”
ron looks to the couch, then back at cedric, “yeah, she’s behind the couch hiding from you.”
you freeze, your eyes going wide. you slowly stand up, awkwardly scratching the back of you neck, followed by nervous laughter. 
“h-hey! i was just leaving,” you’re at a loss for words, eyeing both cedric and ron. you let out another uncomfortable “haha”, before darting towards the door. cedric is yelling your name, following close behind. you’re able to make it towards your doom room, where luckily, your roommate was too busy having a sleepover with another hufflepuff to be there.
“y/n!” cedric catches the door before you’re able to close it, forcing himself inside. you swiftly turn around to face him, staring intently. your hands were clenched into fists, your legs barely being able to keep you up as you felt something weaken in your knees.
“we need to talk,” he says, sternly. your face is a bright red, almost at a loss for words.
“what’s there to say?” you retort, crossing your arms, then sitting on your bed. you try your best to avert your gaze from his, staring at anything but his face.
“please, y/n,” cedric pleads, taking a step closer to you. “what happened last night?”
“it’s really not important, cedric,” your breath hitches, as he was standing directly in front of you. you gathered the courage to look into his eyes, regretting it almost immediately, for they were filled with sorrow, glimmering within the cold moonlight.
the light of the bedroom remained off, you were sure that if you saw cedric’s face properly, you would lose the ability to speak.
“you can’t keep running away,” he tells you, placing a hand on your shoulder and bending down so he was at eye level with you.
you shrug his hand off, crossing your arms, “who said i was running?”
“y/n,” he starts with a small chuckle, “you just sprinted away from me a minute ago.”
“but the reason i chased after you was because we need to speak about the kiss.”
your body becomes stiff, you wanted to curl into a ball on the spot, biting your lip.
“we can’t.”
he sits next to you, taking your hands into his. “but why not? there isn’t any reason for us to not speak-“
“because,” you say in a small voice, “you like cho. she likes you. i don’t want to be the one to ruin that. it’s selfish, i know, but you deserve her.”
cedric stands, running a hand through his hair. “but that’s the thing, y/n! i don’t know anymore. i don’t know who i like — if i even really like cho after last night, it’s just so... confusing.”
“how the hell is it confusing?” you question him.
“don’t you understand? everything is just so, mixed up. after you kissed me, during my entire night, i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
you feel the tip of your ears grow warm as the pace of your heartbeat grew.
“cedric—”
“please listen to me. think about how i feel right now. i liked you for at least six months, but you always told me the reason we were friends was because of the lack of romanticism between us, so i moved on, i mean, i tried to. but then, that kiss. it just changed so much, and i didn’t know what to tell cho—“
“weren’t you talking to her today? i saw you two together,” he continues pacing the wooden floors, stressed.
“i needed to tell her that things were complicated and about how i didn’t think she was right for me,” he tells you, and you stand up to poke him playfully in the chest, as if nothing was going on.
“you,” poke.
“did,” poke.
“what!?” poke.
“i, uh, um..” he doesn’t know what to say, frantically searching for the right words, but then throwing his hands up in defeat.
“it would be better if i just did this,” within seconds, he’s cupping your face, pressing his plump lips onto yours. they tasted of his fruity chapstick, and you liked the way he moved.
finally, you registered that diggory was actually kissing you. he was the one that initiated it, he was the one running his hands down your body as your hands gripped at his brown locks.
he bites your lip, and you let out a small mewl. he slips his tongue in, dominating against your own, all while removing his robe. he backs up, keeping your lips locked while shutting the door.
you remove your own robe, palming the bulge in his pants. he groans into your mouth, the wetness building in your heat.
he’s quick to switch the roles, your back on the door instead of his. he breaks from the kiss, panting. your foreheads rest against each others, staring into each others’ eyes.
“i need you to tell me,” he says in between breaths, his skin glowing in the moonlight. “do you want this?”
you nod desperately, “yes.”
“good, because i do too.”
he grabs you by the waist, picking you up to toss you on the bed. he’s standing over you, looking down at you with a smug smirk on his face, before peeling off his top.
“enjoying the view?” he raises a brow, and you can’t help but let out a laugh.
“mhm, i guess i’m next,” you reply, sitting up to unbutton your shirt. you make sure to begin slowly, cedric watching your fingers intently. you part your lips, removing the sticky clothing, leaving you in your undergarments and your skirt.
you bite your lip, looking up at him. he brings his lips to your ear, dragging his finger down your cleavage. “i need you to do something for me, baby. i need you to take off everything so i can make you feel good, is that okay?”
your stomach begins to do somersaults, and you comply to cedric with no hesitations, dragging the black fabric of your skirt down and tossing it somewhere in the room. next, you unclip your black bra and take off your panties, throwing them in the general direction of your skirt.
he admires you, who’s now laying down on the bed. you grow a little shy, but remind yourself that this is cedric, this is your best friend. he lowers himself to face your pussy, dragging his finger through your folds.
“let me take care of you, baby.”
with that, he trails a stripe through your heat with his tongue, a quiet moan escaping your lips.
“you’re so cute, writhing from just a bit of contact,” he grins, his hot breath fanning against you. “now what if i did this—“
he places his lips against your clit, sucking gently.
“cedric— ah,” you say, and he moans against you. he sucks harder this time, bringing his hand to your entrance, he sticks a finger inside at the same time.
“oh god,” you sigh, arching your back. you bring a hand to cedric’s hair, the other hand gripping at the sheets under you. his teeth grazes your bundle of nerves, making you shiver. the feeling of his mouth against you was addicting, his finger moving in and out of you at a fast pace combining with that lead to a familiar building up of pleasure within you.
“cedric, p-please,” you mewl, his free hand holding one of your thighs. you began to feel warm, crying out the boy’s name over and over again.
“come, baby.”
your body went stiff, your orgasm washing over you as you began to relax. your breathing was heavy as cedric stood up, looking at you. you smiled, shutting your eyes.
“can you do it one more time?” you hear him ask, and you swallow, nodding your head.
“yes i can.”
he began reaching for the emergency condom hidden in his back pocket, undoing his belt, the sound of the metal buckle hitting the floor as he kicked his pants and boxers off. he ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it on the tip. you opened your eyes, watching as he crawled on top of you.
he smiles, kissing your forehead with a loving look in his eyes. “ready?”
you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him. “whenever you are.”
finally, he begins to enter you, slowly, making sure it isn’t painful. you moan loudly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you didn’t care about how sensitive you were from your previous orgasm, all you could think about was how good you felt. his dick reached deep inside of you, expanding your pulsing walls.
he took this as a cue to movs, creating a steady pace as he let out a breathy groan every time he thrusted.
“fuck, you feel so good,” he praised, thrusting deeper. he would pull all the way out, before slamming back in. his hands were on either side of your head.
you were overwhelmed with pleasure, moaning his name and gasping when he would go deeper than expected. he whispered filth into your ear, talking quietly about how much he enjoyed fucking you, or how beautiful you looked under him.
your sinful cries bounced off the walls, sweat dripping down your bodies. you began preparing for his orgasm, as well as your own as he sped up. you clenched around his dick, making him groan louder. you threw your head back, your hips moving to meet his thrusts.
“holy shit, oh fuck, i’m gonna come,” he growled, kissing you hungrily. you moaned his name into the kiss, digging your fingernails into his back. he buried his head into the crook of your neck, shouting curses as the two of you lost yourselves in an erruption of bliss, only thinking about each other. your cries of his name was a symphony to his ears as he thrusted one last time, moaning loudly.
it ended in heavy breathing and gasps for air as he turned over to lay beside you. cedric removes the condom, tossing it onto the ground. he looks over to you, who was already looking at him.
“does this mean you like me?” you ask, and he lets out his amazing laugh.
“yes, i like you.”
you smile, “also i had no idea you could do that.”
“neither did i.”
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matthewtkachuk · 4 years ago
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feel something pt 5 - jj maybank
On the outside, you’re a kook princess with a seemingly perfect life and a perfect family. The expectations are suffocating you, to the point where the only thing you feel is numb. You’re chasing different coping mechanisms in order to feel something. Until a chance encounter with a certain blond pogue you know you’re supposed to hate gives rise to a different kind of feeling.
Warnings: angst, toxic behaviour, poor coping mechanisms, drug usage, mentions of sex, mentions of suicidal ideations (brief), Rafe being a grade a asshole, shitty parents, abuse
Pairings: JJ x reader (eventually), Rafe x reader (slight)
Words: 3.9k
A/N: I have finally delivered more than three lines of JJ content, yall are welcome. Also a little baby bit of angst, but that’s the name of my fic game. I just love Chick sm, protect my small bean 2k20. 
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You don’t know how Chick knows, but she does.
That night, she crawls into bed with you, desperately seeking your comfort as her worldview crumbles around her. You can relate, you were about her age the first time you realized that most kid’s parents don’t scream at them like they’re the scum of the earth. The major difference being you were the oldest and you didn’t have anyone to comfort you. With that thought in mind, you make a promise to yourself that you will never let Chick feel a quarter of the shit you went through.
You let her curl into you, arms clutching you tightly, head tucked into your shoulder. One hand of yours smooths her hair, the other holding her just as closely. “Sister day tomorrow?” you ask her quietly. Her only response is a slight nodding of her head against your neck, so you ask, “what do you want to do? The whole day is your choice.”
“Surfing and gumbo.” She mumbles and you can’t help but smile. If your baby sister is one thing, it’s predictable.
“Sure thing bub. Bright and early tomorrow,” you warn her, left hand fumbling to grab your phone from under your pillow before setting an alarm for six am.
She’s out like a light, no response to you. You close your eyes tightly, heart breaking for your little sister. You have trouble sleeping that night, every shifting movement and slight sigh that escaped Chick had you on high alert. Add on to that the guilt of the prior night, the warmth you felt when you thought of having Sarah back and the confusion of what was going on between you and JJ… you didn’t sleep for longer than half an hour at a time.
Six am came early that next morning, predictably right when you thought you might finally be falling asleep. Despite your exhaustion, you were looking forward to spending some quality time with your baby sister. You changed quickly in the dark, letting Chick sleep in an extra ten minutes as you flicked through your bathing suits looking for a bikini top that was a little more secure to withstand some choice waves if you caught any.
“Rise and shine, Chick!” You cheerfully shouted, flicking on the light. She groaned and raised the comforter over head, but you laughed and tore it right off the bed. “C’mon you’re the one who wanted to go surfing and you know the morning is the best.”
She grumbled a bit, but quickly darted to her bedroom to change. You met her in the hallway, smiling to yourself when you spotted her wearing the pink and blue rashguard you had gotten her for her birthday. “Alright, let’s go!” you cheered and raced her down the steps, quickly grabbing your keys from the little bowl that sat on the console table in the entranceway.
“And where are the two of you going?” Your mother sat on the front porch swing, sipping on a large cup of what you assumed to be coffee, raising a single eyebrow at your bikini and jean short combo.
“Sister day,” Chick replied before you could, “Surfing and gumbo.”
Your mothers harsh gaze softened upon gazing at her youngest daughter, smiling before waving the both of you off, telling you to have fun. You grinned at Chick and hopped into your jeep, handing her your phone to queue up a spotify playlist. The two of you goofed off and giggled the whole way to the beach, almost as if the events of the past week hadn’t happened at all.
Upon arriving at the beach, you hopped out of the driver seat and quickly took down your boards from the roof rack, handing Chick hers before setting off onto the beach. You had chosen to drive into pogue territory both for the convenience of hitting up the Wreck after and to avoid a certain kook who had made a certain confession. Plus, it was nice to be judged based on your surfing ability (or lack thereof) rather than how expensive your surfboard was.
Entering the water always felt like coming home. From the first toe dip until you were waist-deep in the ocean, it was like your entire body came alive. There was no feeling like it, when you were a kid your dad had joked that you were a mermaid. You used to spend all day in the water, coming out all pruny and honestly slightly dehydrated, but so, so happy. You and Chick paddled side by side into deeper water, and you sat up on your board to let Chick take the first crack at it. You can’t help but giggle when she wipes out approximately five seconds after popping up. She sputters and throws you an offended glance as she resurfaces.
“Let’s see you do better then,” she yelled at you with as much sass as she could muster so early in the morning.
You grinned at her, eyes watching the rolling water waiting for an appropriate wave. Finally spotting one, you started paddling to try and catch the wave before it breaks. Hopping up on your board by pushing your body up and tucking your feet under you, you stood on your board knees bent and arms relaxed, with your torso leaned forward to help balance. You couldn’t help showing off for Chick; angling your board across the wave, you leant into the turn before shifting your body weight to your front foot, letting your board slide down the face of the wave in a tail slide. You heard Chick whoop, cheering you on, causing your grin to widen.
Returning to her, you both floated on your board side by side for a few minutes, watching the waves crest and break. “Alright little Chick, your turn again, unless you want to ride the white water, I won’t judge.” She gave you a look and you just grinned at her again.
She started paddling towards a smaller wave than the one you rode, and you couldn’t help but cheer when she managed to stand on her board and ride the wave straight in. You hooted and hollered with no care in the world, celebrating your baby sister not eating shit. She was laughing on the shore line as you paddled back towards the shore to meet her.
“Not bad tail spin, y/l/n” you looked up to see JJ Maybank staring at you.
“Oh! Uhm, thank you,” you mumbled, suddenly self-conscious as his gaze traced your body.
“That was a pretty bad wipeout earlier, pretty brave of you to ride that wave after that Little y/l/n” he complimented Chick. At least, you think it was a compliment, it was a little back-handed after all.
Chick being Chick just grinned and said thanks.
“Are you goofy foot naturally, or do you just do it because y/n does?” he asked her seriously.
She looked at him in confusion, “Goofy foot?”
“He means which foot you put forward. I lead with my left,” you explained. A look that was suspiciously close to shock briefly flashed on his face, before he recovered and grinned.
“I don’t know, I guess I just copied y/n,” she admitted, face reddening a little.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Little y/l/n, but why don’t you try putting your right foot forward instead and see if that’s more of a natural stance for you.” He advised her. She looked to you, and you just smiled and shrugged at her.
“Alright, watch this you guys!” She shouted and headed back into the water.
You sat down on your towel, watching Chick take JJ’s corrections seriously as she chased a few waves. “Thank you,” you said a little reluctantly to the blond sitting next to you, his eyes trained on your sister.
He broke his gaze to turn his head to you, “’Course, gotta unteach her your bad habits.” You gasped and shoved him playfully. “Just kidding, your technique is basically perfect.”
It was your turn to turn a little red. You weren’t used to compliments without any ulterior motives. “Thanks, but it’s not that good.”
“What are you talking about? You’re amazing out there.” He complimented you again, causing your cheeks to get redder.
“Oh, look at Chick she’s going for that wave,” You pointed out at your sister, hoping to deflect some attention to her.
“She’s a quick learner,” he commented. You smiled, more than a little proud of your sister.
“She gets that from me,” you bragged, and he laughed, throwing his head back. Your mind briefly wondered what it would be like to run your fingers through his wavy hair before you snapped out of it. “You know, I think this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me princess.”
“I could call you princess if you want, princess,” he smirked at you, but you shook your head quickly.
“Y/n is just fine,” you told him as Chick came running at the two of you.
“Did you see that?” She yelled, “that was awesome!” She stuck her board in the sand before launching herself at you. You laughed, catching her on your lap, listening patiently as she babbled on about how amazing that felt. JJ found himself watching you, thinking this was the most expression he had seen you show, with the exception of your high freak out which he tried not to think about in all honesty. Chick seemed to remember JJ was there, turning to him and thanking him profusely before inviting him to the Wreck with the two of you, “We’re going to get gumbo next, you should come with!”
You sputtered, sure that JJ had better things to do than hang out with you and your little sister, “Oh, I’m sure JJ has other pl-“ you started to tell her but he quickly cut you off.
“Nah, I’ve got no where to be, count me in.” He told Chick, smirking at you causing you to roll your eyes slightly.
“Alright alright,” you sighed before pushing Chick off of you, “dry off a bit first I don’t want you dripping all over my seats.”
JJ had no problem sliding into your backseat, sitting in the middle and leaning forward so that his upper body rested against the center console. You found his closeness a little distracting but you would never admit that, so instead you snapped at him and told him to “put on his seatbelt or you would slam on the breaks so hard he would go through the windshield”. He had grinned like he knew the real reason you wanted him to sit back, which only served to irritate you.
You couldn’t help but think what your parents would say if they knew a pogue was sitting in the back seat of the car they bought you. The more you thought about it, you realized you didn’t really care what they thought. JJ had been kind to Chick and you were just returning the favor. That’s it.
“So what is Chick short for?” JJ asks through a mouthful of french fries, several minutes later sitting across from you and your sister at the Wreck.
“Chicken nugget,” you answer gleefully, stealing a fry. You laugh at JJ’s wide eyes, practically seeing the thought bubble over his head as he considers the stupidity of kook names. 
Chick laughs, throwing a fry at you, before responding to JJ, “No it’s not. It’s not short for anything, and it’s not actually my name”
“I came up with it,” you tell him proudly, “Our parents wanted me to be a part of the name decision and let’s just say I was a really creative four year old.”
JJ laughs loudly at that, tipping his chair back on the back two legs. You’re about to tell him off, when Kiara appears out of nowhere to shove his chair back into a regular position. She looks a little confused at seeing JJ hanging out with you and your sister, but she doesn’t look shocked. “I told you not to do that, JJ. It scuffs the floors,” she huffs impatiently at him, before turning to the other side of the table where you sat by chick.
Before she could say anything, you realized this was probably your best opportunity to try and mend the fence you had smashed through with Sarah. “Hey Kie, do you think we could talk?” You asked her timidly. For a second you were afraid she was going to tell you to fuck off, but her eyes flickered towards Chick and she must have thought swearing in front of a thirteen year old wasn’t a good look.
“What about Chick?” Was all she asked, causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at JJ. The corner of his mouth upturned a little as he shrugged and said he could handle your sister for a few minutes. She threw a French fry at him for that and shooed you and Kie off.
Kie didn’t bother taking off her apron, leading you out to the back alley before turning to you sharply, “You wanted to talk? So talk.”
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how I’ve acted this week and… how I acted before. I’m so sorry that I just followed Sarah instead of trying to stick up for you. It’s just she’s been my best friend since birth and I was scared to lose her, which is really stupid because I ended up losing her anyway-“
“It was really shitty of you,” Kie admitted, looking you in the eye, “I thought we were friends and you dropped me like I was last year’s Gucci or something.”
“I know, and you don’t know how badly I’ve regretted not sticking up for you. You were just like such a good person and such a good friend and I really did you wrong,” you think she’s starting to break a little, her eyes have softened and she’s almost got a smile on her face. “Seriously, Kie, I’m so so sorry –“
Kie cut off your rambling by throwing her arms around you, surprising you completely. “I really missed you.” She pulled back to look at you in the eyes, “but if you ever do me like that again I won’t be so forgiving next time.” You laugh and hug her back tightly, promising her you won’t hurt her again.
“About that stuff you said about your parents…” she awkwardly trails off, but you just shrug a shoulder at her as if to say ‘what are you gonna do’. “Just, I’m sorry and I hope you know you can always come to me if it gets bad like that again.”
“I will,” you promise, before linking arms with her and leading her back to the table where surprisingly JJ hasn’t done anything too stupid in Chick’s presence. The four of you split the French fries on the table, laughing the afternoon away and it all feels… so normal. The empty feeling in your chest is replaced with a feeling of warmth spreading through your bones.
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You’re sitting around a fire with the pogues as a boneyard party rages on around you. Despite their initial misgivings about the Kook Princess, and your initial underlying resentment towards them for being good enough for Sarah when you weren’t, they’re nice to you. Welcoming, even. You wouldn’t call it friendship, despite hashing it out with Sarah and Kie, you’re not naïve enough to think a few conversations make you one of them. But the lack of the term princess being spoken aloud is a start.
As you tip your head back and empty the last few drops of your red solo cup, you see Sarah’s eyes flicker to you. She thinks she’s being subtle, but you’ve never known any Cameron, even one with pogue instincts, to be subtle. Sarah is more bull in the china shop than discrete. You know she hasn’t really been drinking tonight, nursing the same cup for over half an hour at this point. You feel a little bad that she’s not enjoying all that a boneyard party has to offer, but there’s another feeling in your chest that you can only describe as “the warm and fuzzies”. Knowing that Sarah is going to do anything she can to show you that she still cares about you is touching.
“I’m gonna go grab a refill, does anyone want?” You offer the group.
“Do you want anyone to go with you?” Sarah asks, she figures she can’t offer to go with you or you might notice her still full cup. You watch her not so subtly look in JJ’s direction, but he’s got his eyes cast out towards the sea, watching the waves crash onto the shore.
“I’ll be fine, Sarah. The keg is just right there,” you point with your now empty cup. “I’ll be right back.”
Carefully navigating the Boneyard is a little difficult in your current state of inebriation, but you reach the keg just fine without any major issues. The major issue shows up just when you’ve finished filling your cup from the keg and stop to take a long sip.
“Really, y/n? A pogue? A fucking pogue?” Rafe Cameron spits at you and glares, “You chose a dirty pogue over me?”
Rolling your eyes, you reply, “What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t choose anyone?”
“Oh really? Because I saw you y/n. I saw you with him.” He accuses.
“What are you talking about?” You repeat, your annoyance growing with every word that leaves his mouth.
“JJ fucking Maybank. I saw you having lunch with him and Chick.” He all but growls. Oh. That’s what he’s fucking mad about?
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laugh humourlessly, “I bought him fucking French fries because Chick invited him to lunch after he taught her a few tricks on his surf board. Not that it matters, what I do or don’t do and who I do it with doesn’t fucking concern you!”
He pauses thoughtfully, obviously enjoying the thought that it wasn’t a date, but he can’t stop thinking about the way you were looking at JJ. The way he thought you would look at him. “I thought we had something.” He admits quietly.
“Had something?” You ask incredulously, “What the fuck Rafe, all we had was you giving me fucking cocaine and fucking me a couple of times.” You think you see a flash of guilt, but regular Rafe is back in a second.
“Right, when you let me fuck you the day after you let Topper have you, like the little slut you are.” He answers darkly. Your mouth opens in indignation. Rafe is the fucking worst. His moods are giving you whiplash, yesterday he’s telling you that he cares about you and today he’s calling you a slut? So, yeah fucking your way around Figure Eight – not your proudest moment, but you were fucking spiraling. And you know Rafe isn’t innocent, more hookups than he can probably remember. Fucking hypocrite.
You’re on him in a second, perfectly manicured nail pressed right against his chest as you yell back, “Fuck off Rafe, you have no right to say anything to me, you don’t own me!” You almost can’t control your anger, you’re practically vibrating with it.
“He can’t give you shit, you know that right?” He raises a lone eyebrow at you, taunting you with his smirk.
“I don’t want anything from you or anyone else, got it? Leave me the fuck alone.” You spin on your heel, but he grabs your wrist as you turn to go, and you audibly gasp and wince. He lets go of you immediately, before gently cradling your wrist in his large hand. His face turns red as he takes in the hand sized bruise forming around it, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. Rafe’s moods are giving you whiplash – angry to gentle and almost caring and back to angry again.
“Did he do this?” He asks you slowly, dangerously. You resist the urge to snap your wrist back, knowing it will only bring you more pain. You look up at him, confused, so he clarifies, “Did that fucking pogue put his hands on you?” You’re stunned, JJ would never put his hands on you, in anger or otherwise. He’s just being nice to you because he can relate to your struggles with your shitty parents.
“What? No Rafe, calm down JJ didn’t touch me.” You reply, but it’s like he doesn’t hear you.
“I’ll fucking kill him, I swear to God. He put his fucking hands on you?” He lets go of your wrist in order to pull the snapback off his head and run his other hand through his hair.
“JJ. Didn’t. Touch me.” You repeat, slowly and clearly as if you can push the words into his thick, dumb skull. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you keep going. “The only one who has ever put his hands on me in anger is you Rafe.” You wave your hand over your shoulders that he gripped so tightly they had bruised days ago. His face falls, and he reaches a hand out to you, but you shake your head. “Leave me and my friends alone.”
Maybe friends wasn’t the right word to use, but it rolled off the tongue a lot easier than ‘Sarah, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s friends including your old best friend and the guy he’s jealous of for no reason’. No reason because there’s absolutely nothing going on between you and JJ (although maybe you want it to) and even if there was, it doesn’t have anything to do with Rafe.
You’re holding your wrist to your chest subconsciously as you return to the pogues. Pope notices first, his high level of intelligence also lends itself toward being very observant. He elbows JJ hard, the blond turning his head to give his friend a look that practically screams ‘knock it off’. Pope does it again, before gesturing to you with his eyes.
“What happened?” Sarah asked before anyone else could.
“Nothing, I just had a little run in with your brother,” you murmur, shaking off the pain in your wrist as if to prove that you’re fine.
“What?” JJ asked, quickly standing up but you pushed him back down into a sitting position, wincing at the dull ache that resulted in your wrist.
“I’m fine,” you rolled your eyes, not really sure where this dynamic had come from, “he’s just… persistent.” JJ grumbles something about kicking Rafe’s ass, but you’re pretty sure that’s the default setting for JJ’s thoughts on Rafe.
“He’s a dick,” Pope stated matter of factly. You tapped your red solo cup to his in a cheers motion.
“You won’t hear me disagreeing.”
The rest of the night, you sit there with the pogues mind mulling over a million thoughts at once. Occasionally they try to bring you into the conversation, but you just briefly answer before settling back into your thoughts. You can’t stop thinking about the words your father called you or the feel of his hand striking your face. You also can’t stop thinking about Rafe and his moods and his possessiveness. After his confession, things make a little more sense but you still feel like you’ve got whiplash. Lastly, you think about JJ and how quickly he hopped up off the log to go defend your honour or protect you or whatever. Looking out at the dark horizon, you’re just really, really confused.
You don’t realize that JJ is thinking about you too, watching the way the flame of the fire danced across your face, contemplating the feelings he feels growing towards you.
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masjestickingdom · 4 years ago
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FRIENDS
Pairing: NCT Jaehyun x reader
Genre: Angst 
Summary: This is a recount of Jaehyun’s growing moodiness and distance from you.
Note: This is inspired by the song FRIENDS by Marshmellow and Anne-Marie, hence the title. 
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    Let’s face it: not all of your childhood friends stay as your friends. You were too idealistic to acknowledge this fact, but you eventually tired out and gave in. All of your friends were his friends, after all. You had to move on. It was easy for him to move on, so you couldn’t be the only one hanging on to the lingering past, the fading memories. For what reason did you have hope that you could become close again? You were only friends. It wasn’t like he was your only friend...
    You knew he was going through a weird phase. He had just passed another round of assessments, dictating whether or not he would go on one step further to debut among the other numerous trainees. It was the nth evaluation and you could tell he was getting tired. As his childhood friend, you thought that you could cheer him on and be that friend he could rely on--you couldn’t be more wrong.
    Along with struggling with the assessments, Jaehyun was having a tough time dealing with his break-up with his long-term girlfriend. She was his first love, and even though he would always claim that he wouldn’t date until his twenties, meeting her changed his mind. He was even able to date her secretly after getting casted as a trainee into SM Entertainment. Unfortunately, when his training sessions started to get more intense, their time with each other withered. Afraid that his first love story would end up in ruins, he made an effort to ease the process by seeing her whenever he could--that included missing your everyday hangouts after practice--before ending their relationship on a positive note. Still, it was a lie if he said that he wasn’t heartbroken. Understanding that he needed some space, you were there for him by not physically being with him. Slowly, he recovered from his first relationship, but with that, he slowly distanced himself from you.
    One day, you were at his house, conversing with his parents who, despite their busy schedule, managed to leave work early on the day of Chuseok. With your parents out of town, his parents gladly invited you to eat dinner with them; you were like the daughter they never had. When Jaehyun returned home from a busy day, you and his parents were already gobbling up the feast his mother had prepared.
    “I wish I had a daughter like you,” his mom sighed as she adored the way your eyes sparkled at the marveling meat in your mouth. “Then we could go shopping, have dates, gossip..."
    You laughed at her dreamy expression. “You already do that with Jaehyun.”
    As Jaehyun occupied the seat next to you, his dad noted, “With Jaehyun out of the house more often, our gatherings are even rarer.”
    Careful not to scratch the bowl, you scrapped the last grains of rice with your metal spoon. Taking notice of this, your attentive friend took your bowl once you set it down on the table and left for the kitchen to scoop more rice for you from the rice cooker.
    “Don’t worry. I’ll stop by more often,” you assured Jaehyun’s parents. “It’s my duty as Jaehyun’s good friend to take care of you.”
    You heard a rough grunt behind you as Jaehyun returned with your refilled bowl.
    “Just take care of your own parents,” Jaehyun said with bitterness dripping from his voice.
    Although you were concerned for him, you momentarily brushed off his acerbity for the sake of conversation.
    “What? We’re practically twins,” you joked with a goofy expression, swinging your free arm around his shoulders. “We can pass as family, can’t we?”
    His parents bursted out into laughter, and once his mom regained her composure, she pushed your favorite side dish towards you.
    “많이 먹어라, 우리 딸~” (“Eat a lot, our daughter.”)
    Once Jaehyun’s parents cleared their spots on the dinner table, they reminded you and Jaehyun to leave the remaining dishes in the sink.
    As they left the dining room, you said, “I’ll wash them.”
    “We know,” they sang over their shoulders before retreating to their shared room.
    Smiling at their retreating form, you stole the seat Jaehyun’s dad once occupied and stared at Jaehyun with anticipation. Normally after practice, Jaehyun would be the one to talk about his day without having you ask him, but today, instead, he was silent, and all you could do was watch him quietly eat. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk, so you kept your mouth shut. When he finally glanced up at you, you took that as your chance to start a conversation no matter how blank and emotionless his expression was.
    “How was your day today?” you asked.
    It took him a second to answer “not bad”, and it was half-hearted.
    You held in the rising sigh that threatened to leave your lips and continued to speak. “I’m glad your teachers let you off early today. Otherwise, you might have been eating alone right now on this holiday.”
    The room fell silent once again. Maybe you do want to be alone right now. With that thought crossing your mind, you rose from the seat and piled your share of dishes in your hands.
    “I’m going to start on the dishes now, but take your time eating,” you told Jaehyun, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
    It was since that soulless night he stopped texting you.
    You brushed off the bad feeling in your gut and tried to convince yourself that he was just going through some tough challenge in his life, but he became so distant and cold to you whenever you met him after his classes that you couldn’t believe that that boy was your childhood friend.
    Like always, you were waiting on the opposite side of the building Jaehyun was in. As you checked the time on your phone, he walked out of the building, talking to a few of his trainee friends. He seemed lively and well, but the moment he laid eyes on you, all of that vigor instantly washed away. That was the first time you seriously considered that you were the problem of his attitude. Just what on Earth was going on? However, you didn’t try to pry information from him. Instead, you made the effort to rebalance his mood.
    You tried to talk him into going to a new candy store that opened up around the corner of your guys’ neighborhood. “We’re not kids anymore” was his simple response and that was all he said on your guys’ way home. Your patience was running thin. You had waited for him for hours, doing homework assignments on the street, just to get to see him, but the treatment he was giving you was beyond rude.
    You huffed out a short breath. “Jae, what’s going on? Is something bothering you?” When he didn’t respond, you pushed him, adding, “Something’s bothering you, isn’t there?”
    “Nothing!” he snapped.
    The tone of his voice was one thing, but the look he gave you was on a whole new level of annoyance. You felt your eyebrows knit together and your pulse accelerate at an alarmingly fast speed at his unannounced, frightening outburst.  
    “Hey, I-”
    “It’s a pain spending time with you, so stop pushing!”
    You couldn’t believe your ears. Was your best friend seriously telling you that you were a pain? Well, your so-called friend didn’t seem to care about your incredulous expression because he walked on without you, not looking back, while you stood there in absolute shock. Not once did he slow down his pace to wait for you or hesitate for a split second.
    Following that incident, you stopped being the first one to text him. You were done with his attitude. If he wasn’t willing to reach out to you, then so weren’t you.
    So were all the years of your guys’ friendship going down the drain because of that one incident?
    As heartbreaking as it was to you, yes. Neither of you reached out to the other. You remained clueless to the reasons why he stayed mad at you, or why he got mad at you in the first place. Whenever you two were hanging out with mutual friends, you would ignore each other. Taeyong, a friend who used to frequently hang out with you and Jaehyun, grew worried. When he got the courage to ask either one of you what happened, he backed out when he saw the dangerous gaze Jaehyun gave him at the simple slip of your name and the narrowing eyes you gave him at the mere mention of your former best friend.
    The days passed, and you were finally leaving for college in America. Because your parents were off working for their respective companies, everyone escorted you--even Jaehyun. Taking that as a sign of hope, you tried to start a conversation with him, but the moment his name left your timid lips, he turned his back on you and began a conversation with the first person he laid eyes on. That was your last attempt to reach out to him.
    Once you boarded the plane and secured your window seat, you switched your phone to airplane mode and turned it off. All of the tv screens on the plane had the instructional safety video playing, but you were off in your little land of thoughts.
    You vowed to get over your friend. You promised yourself that you would never contact him ever again. You even dramatically bid a silent farewell to the boy.
    The plane jerked forward, causing you to tighten your seatbelt. Naturally, you looked out the window to take in the last view you would have of your home country with your own two eyes. The light pouring of rain trickled down the transparent window, beautifully complementing the orange lights that shone in the dark night. Memories, both good and bad, of your friends and family flashed past your mind. Memories of Jaehyun, especially, clouded your mind. Moments you two would sneak into each other’s houses just to talk because you didn’t have phones, times you would smack Jaehyun on the head for the number of girls he would reject, and finally...
    “It’s a pain spending time with you, so stop pushing!”
    A single tear resembling the sad raindrops out the window ran down your cheeks. With that, the plane took off, and you looked ahead at the mini tv screen. 
    Goodbye, Jung Jaehyun.
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UPDATE: There’s a second part to FRIENDS! Check it out here! 
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yixxes · 4 years ago
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Brown Eyes | p.p.
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Summary: After a fight with Peter, you decide to get away to your parents’ house and reflect on your relationship.
Warnings: a bit of angst?
Word count: 1519
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“Honey, whatever it is, whatever he said, I’m sure he didn’t mean it, why don’t you give him a chance to explain-”
“No,” you grumbled. “he doesn’t get to explain anything, I don’t wanna hear from him, I don’t care if I ever see his face again!” 
You both knew that wasn’t true and if you were skilled at nothing else, you were an expert at saying things that you definitely did not mean in the heat of the moment, but you couldn’t help it. You were so damn angry and your mom, the one you inherited the short fuse from, knew better than to continue preaching to deaf ears. You would calm down, you would get your thoughts sorted, you just needed time to catch your breath and your bearings. 
“Okay.” She said, looking to the door. She was more than ready to give you the space that you needed. “I just want you to know that everything you’re feeling right now is okay. You have a right to feel all that you’re feeling, but just... try to give it a little more thought. I don’t know what all happened, but I do know that he’s a sweet kid. ‘N he loves you, probably more than you think.” 
You were laid up in the guest bed at your parents’ house for hours after your mom left the room. Not a single minute spent sleeping. As much as you didn’t want to think of him and his stupid face, it was all that you could think about.
 ‘He loves you, probably more than you know.’ At the time, you thought you were only half listening to what your mother was saying, but her last words of the night were really sticking with you. You really planned on sleeping, but instead, you found yourself laying in the dark thinking of Peter. He did love you, just like she said. You weren’t angry enough to write that fact off as false and there was nobody else in the room or in your head that would hear you losing your ‘I can’t stand Peter Parker’ resolve.
Private and undisturbed, you allowed your mind to wander. 
Remember the first day when I saw your face
Remember the first day when you smiled at me
You stood on your tiptoes reaching for that last can of Arizona tea on the shelf. It was pushed back way too far, but you were determined. You weren’t leaving without that tea. 
So, so close... just reach a little further aaaaand...
An arm shot out passed you to your left. They secured their hand around the can and brought it down. 
So far.
Except, that can better have been retrieved for you, or you’d have serious words for that person. You got off the tips of your toes and turned to face the stranger. A brunette, a brown eyed boy stood there, holding the last can out to you with a kind smile on his face. 
“Oh. Thank you!” Good thing for him, he did the right thing and didn’t have to get got in his throat. And good thing for you, you wouldn’t have to hurt this gentleman who was definitely taller than you. 
“Yeah, no problem. I hate when they push it all the way back.”
He didn’t tell you right then and there (it might’ve been a little creepy) but you were easily the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 
“Me too. I climb shelves, but my mom’s here and she says I should stop embarrassing her like that in public.” It was a definite overshare of info and while you were regretting it, Peter seemed to get a kick out of it. When he finished laughing, there was a big smile left on his face that you knew you’d be stuck thinking about for days on end. “I’m Y/n.” You said with a shy smile. 
“Peter.”
Remember the first day when you took me out
We had butterflies, although we tried to hide it
And we both had a beautiful night
“Hey! - No, that’s too loud.” he cleared his throat and tried again. “Hey, Y/n, how’s it goin’?” His voice dropped a few octaves and he figured that he would sound cooler that way, but it still wasn’t right. “No, you gotta compliment her, what are you-”
“Peter?”
He froze up and turned to look at you, closely resembling a timid puppy. His face paled and his eyes were wide. “Y/n! What are you doing out here?”
“What are you doing out here, why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
After weeks of talking, he finally asked you on a date, but when he got off the car to knock on your door, he realized he had no clue what to say when he saw you, so naturally he hung back by his car to practice. It was coming along nicely... and then you caught him.
Peter gave a nervous laugh. “Oh. I was just making a phone call - hey, do you wanna go? We should get going.”
He was a perfect gentleman. He opened your door for you, waited for you to get in and said, “You look beautiful tonight. You always do.” 
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” Your plan was to play it cool but his compliment was so sweet and sounded so genuine, your heart was doing cartwheels. In the car, you went from smitten to snickers with the cheesy jokes he kept cracking to avoid awkward silence. 
“What did the nut say when it was chasing the other nut? Imma cashew!” “Ducks have feathers to cover their butt quacks!” The dad jokes knew no bounds inside of that car and thankfully you learned before the jokes came to an end that he did a pretty inventive Darth Vader impression: “What did the cow say to the gallon of milk? I am your father.”
I know that he loves me cause he told me so
I know that he loves me cause his feelings show
One of the things that you loved about being with Peter was that you never had cause to question whether he loved you or not. He was constantly reminding you of it no matter what the situation was and no matter what terms the two of you were on. Your loving boyfriend adored you so much, he had to make sure you knew. 
“...so Patch becomes Marcie’s new guardian which is so problematic because Marcie hates Nora and tries to make it seem like-”
“I love you so much.” He told you almost dreamily. 
You stopped short and an instant smile melted your serious expression. “Wh... I love you too.”
“I’m sorry, babe, you’re so cute I couldn’t just not tell you, but finish, I won’t interrupt again.” Peter loved when you told him all about the books that you were reading. You spoke with such passion and excitement and (at times) such seriousness. You could go on forever about the things you’ve read and he loved that you thought to share it with him. He always made it clear that the things that you were interested in were equally as interesting to him and you always loved that about him.
Three firm raps at the door at the guest bedroom door brought your montage of memories to an abrupt halt. The clock on the bedside table read 11:44 and you figured it was your mom again offering dinner - your father tended to avoid emotional situations because he wasn’t the best at handling them and usually ended up saying the wrong thing. He let you know that he loved you and and that he’d be around if you needed him and that was the extent of his communication about the issue at hand. 
You stayed laying down and kept an arm over your eyes. “Come in, mom.” She had a habit of turning on lights when she walked into a room. Something about the importance of being able to see the person that you were speaking with. You listened to the sound of the door opening and saw the lights turn on around the shade of your arm. 
“Sweetheart,”
Her voice was cautious. Careful. It got your attention straight away and you sat up to try to catch onto the bad thing that may have been occurring but all that you saw was your dear mother standing in front of Peter. 
Peter looked rough, to say the least. Wrecked was more like it, actually. He had puffy cry eyes that looked like they were starting to tear up again. His lips were in a pouty grimace and his brows were pulled in like he was physically hurting. As mad as you were, seeing him that way made you wanna reach out and hold him but you stayed right where you were. He had some serious talking and apologizing to do before you gave him any kind of mushy treatment.
“There’s somebody that wants to speak with you.”
He looks at me and his brown eyes tell his soul.
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A/n: thank you sm for reading! Just wanted to put out there that the book mentioned in this imagine is Crescendo, it’s the second book of the Hush Hush series and it’s such a good series, if any of you were looking for something good to read! Also the song that inspired the imagine is Brown Eyes by Destiny’s Child (: Much love.
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emilysfanfictions · 5 years ago
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Blind Date - Winn Schott x Reader
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Prompt: Winn confides in Kara about his fears of dieing alone, Kara gets an idea to set him up with one of her friends on a blind date. Little did she know the date went a little TOO well.
Type: Fluff with smut (italicized for your convenience) 18+ (if not skip the smut please)
Warning:Drunk Sex, Mentions of abuse
[Also I do put a specific appearance, you can change it if you like it’s not important] 
[ALSO ALSO I know nothing about star wars so don’t judge me]
<3<3<3
“My life is in danger every day, and I can’t help but to think that I’m gonna die one of these days and not have a relationship.” Winn vented to Kara, “Winn, your not going to die alone.” She said crossing her arms as he sighed. “It’s not like anyone would like me anyway.” He said as he lifted his Nerf gun and pointed at his monitor. An idea crosses Kara’s mind, her friend Y/n, who was a waitress at noonan’s, had been rambling about how she can never find a nice guy and all the guys are too masculine and she just wants a sensitive guy. Winn’s a sensitive guy, Y/n’s a nerd. It’s perfect. “Winn..” Kara said as he looked over. “How about I set you up on a blind date?” She said as Winn raised an eyebrow. “Sure!” He said excitedly as Kara smiled at his excited puppy look. “Okay, I’ll text you where to go but seriously I have to go.” Kara said as she stood up walking backwards Winn nodded. “Alright!”
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“No Kara.” I said into the phone, a blind date? Was she crazy, only 43% of blind dates work out. Plus how did I know if it wasn’t some psychopath who was gonna kill me and eat my skin, or some stranger who doesn’t know what star wars is. I mean come on! “Kara, you know how I am with strangers.” She said as Kara laughed, SHE WAS LAUGHING, how dare she laugh at my social anxiety. “Y/n, trust me, you won’t wanna die and crawl into your shell by the end of this date.” Kara said as I groaned. “Fine, but if it sucks it’s your fault..” I said in a quiet voice. “Okay, so where is it and when. I have to get back to my shift.” I say reluctantly. “7, at Palmer's(idk go with it).” Kara said as I sighed. “Okay, fine.” I groan out as my boss yelled into the back room. “Y/n, get your ass out here. We’re slammed!” I nodded. “Yeah, okay! Sorry Kara, gotta go I’ll be there just make sure my blind date doesn’t flake.” I say hanging up the phone and putting it in the pocket of her apron as she walked out into the restaurant.
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Y/n sat at a single table, the heel of her flats tapping against the floor. Her thumb flew to her mouth as she nervously bit her nail. Her long brown hair was twisted into curls and she wore a white top with a black skirt that hit above her knees, and her top had straps across her chest. She looked around quietly examining everyone, she didn’t know what he or she looked like and wanted to make a good impression so she dressed nicely, she had a glass of Merlot and apparently Kara had called in earlier and ordered for them. 
She watched a nicely dressed man walk in looking around, seemingly just as nervous as her. He was cute, he had curly brown hair and a slight stubble and he wore a black button up and tie with dark jeans. She leaned over glancing at him when he noticed her he glanced at his phone and then back up at her walking over, she nervously adjusted her hair as he walked up. “Y/n?” He asked and she shyly nodded. “Yeah, are you Winn?” She asked and he nodded and released an awkward laugh that she smiled at, his laugh was adorable. He stood awkwardly until she pointed at his seat.
 “You can sit.” She said as he looked over and laughed nodding. “Sorry, I’m not good with this whole date thing.” Winn said as Y/n giggled. “Me neither, don’t worry.” She said as Winn smiled, a waiter walked over holding two plates and sat down some sort of chicken dish that both Winn and Y/n looked at with confusion. “What would you like to drink?” He asked Winn as Winn glanced over to her cup seeing the red wine and looking back over. “The same as her, Merlot, I think.” Winn said with a smile as the Waiter nodded and walked off only to return with a wine glass holding the deep burgundy liquid. The waiter walked off as Y/n took a bite of the strange food and looked up to Winn. “It’s actually not that bad.” She said as Winn took a bite and nodded in agreement.
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“Wait, wait. I’ve got another one!” Y/n said between her laughing as Winn chuckled along, they had been talking for a half an hour and were both very tipsy. 
They had been telling bad jokes over and over again, before this they had discussed their interests and their lives. Turns out they have alot in common, they were both foster kids, they were both mega geeks, and when they talked about their dream partner they basically described each other without thinking. They had taken a minute and gotten serious and vulnerable, talking about how both of their parents were basically horrible people, since Winn’s dad was Toy man and Y/n’s dad walked out on her leaving an alcoholic mom and she basically got removed from the house and placed in foster care. 
“What do you call five Siths piled on top of a light saber?” Y/n said giggling as Winn shrugged with a dopey smile. “A sith kebab.” Y/n said as Winn and Y/n giggled in sync as they both sipped on their drinks. “That one was bad.” Winn said as Y/n laughed with a knowing smile. “I know right!” She said as she placed her hand over Winn’s on the table with a smile, they had finished their food and the waiter walked over sitting down strawberries and a bowl of melted chocolate.
“I love those.” They said in sync and looked at each other and giggled which cause a snort to fall from Y/n’s lips making her blush and Winn smile admiring her adorkableness. Y/n grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate, Winn did the same but Y/n placed it in her mouth and sucked all the chocolate off leaving the strawberry clean before biting it. Winn eyed her as she did his mind immediately went to naughty thoughts he should not be having on a first date with such a sweet girl, a quiet and involuntary groan falling from his mouth that he quickly followed with a cough, holy shit.
After they finished eating they payed, which they fought over but Y/n inevitably won, Winn swearing he would pay her back. They were both drunk and giggly as they exited the building talking among themselves. “So, uhm, I guess this is where we part ways.” Y/n slurred as she hailed a taxi. “Yeah, tonight was fun.” he said, a slur to his voice as well, as she nodded, there was a quiet tension that hung in the air. The taxi pulled up but Y/n didn’t get in she glanced at Winn. “You... uhm, wanna come over to my place and watch a movie?” Winn asked as Y/n nodded eagerly. “Yeah, sure!”
Y/n got in the car after Winn and she glanced over at Winn with a smile, it must have been the alcohol but right then she had never seen a more attractive man. The way he constantly had a content smile tugged onto his lips, his super kissable lips. She watched contently as his hand went through his hair. She let out a shaky sigh as he glanced over making eye contact, noticing she had been staring.
[For those who don’t like smut. Basically they kiss in the car, then go to her house and don’t watch a movie]
 He examined her features as she did the same, in that moment there was nothing else to do. She leaned up pulling him by his tie and connecting their lips, leaving him in shock as he gasped lightly before his lips formed to hers and his hands landed on the back of her neck, hers resting on his chest as their lips molded together. She felt the car stop and pulled away both breathing heavily. She quickly scampered out of the car followed by Winn as she took his hand they entered the apartment building getting in the elevator as Winn pressed her against the wall his hand felt for the buttons instinctively pressing the button for his floor as their lips connected again, their eyes filled with passion, and lust. 
Y/n lifted her hand and ran it through his hair as she pulled him closer sliding her tongue against his lip as he opened his mouth and their tongues met deepening the already intense make out session. The elevator dings and they separate, both breathing heavily as he holds her wrist pulling her to his apartment aggressively searching through his pockets pulling out her keys and opening the door throwing her bag onto his counter as she turned and slammed him into the door, her heels giving her the added height she needed as she kissed him deeply his hands felt for her waist as she held onto his tie firmly and they never parted as she backed toward his room feeling for the door handle quickly opening it as she pulled him back turning around and pushing him onto the bed, she had a new surge of confidence that Winn couldn’t help but admire as he sat on his elbows she leaned over kissing him again and sitting on his lap as her skirt flared up his hands ran up her thighs under her dress as she could feel the growing hard on in his jeans as she adjusted her hips he couldn’t help but release a groan at the added friction. 
“P-please do that again.” Winn whined as she smiled and began to kiss on his neck as she grinded against him causing moan after moan to leave his mouth as she was breathing heavily against his neck, leaving small marks all over the sides of his neck. She disconnected from his neck as he began to untie his tie and she unbuttoned his shirt tossing it to the floor. He made quick work about her top pulling off the lose white garment. She ran her hands down his chest as his eyes gravitated toward her chest and she slid off his lap as she quickly worked on pulling off his jeans as she pulled them down she saw the large bulge in his boxers as she palmed it he panted lightly. She tugged on his boxers as she released his dick looking up at him with lust filled eyes as her hand wrapped around him she leaned forward pressing her tongue to the tip as his breathing quicked and he released a quiet moan. She smirked as she took him in her mouth, He leaned back onto his elbows as he moaned running his hands through his hair as his other hand reached over pulling back her hair as she sucked quickly.  
Winn moaned loudly as he bit his lip. “Y/n” He let out a breathy moan as his hips bucked up slightly. “Y-you’re gonna make me cum.” He moaned out as she looked up at him with a smirk as she kept going his hips would buck occasionally, his fists curled into the blanket as he moaned her name loudly and came panting loudly as she looked up at him and swallowed causing him to gulp lightly as she leaned up to connect their lips again, crawling onto his lap as she pulled off her underwear tossing them behind her, the strap of her bra slipped down her shoulder as her skirt rested over her butt and she lifted her body over his lap taking a breath. “Y-you okay?” She asked as Winn nodded eagerly. She lowered her body down onto him as her head shot back releasing a moan as he kissed her neck, nibbling gently leaving marks all over her neck, just as she did him. She rolled her hips quickly as Winn looked unaware of where to put her hands. “You can.. you can touch me, you know.” She said breathlessly as he nodded and put one hand on her hip and the other reached up gently groping her breasts. The room filled with moans, pants, and quiet curses, as they moaned out each others names.
[I’m not good at smut I know lmao]
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Winn woke up with a yawn as he went to move he realized his arms were wrapped around a person, he looked down and his heart stopped when he realized there was a naked woman beside him, her messy dark hair resting over her shoulders. He realized they were in his room and he slowly pulled away from around her as he quickly began to pull on some pajama pants as he walked into the bathroom noticing his chest and neck were covered in marks and lipstick as well as his own lips and most of his lower face were covered in the deep maroon lipstick as he heard a quiet mumble.
Y/n yawned as she sat up realizing she was wearing a skirt and bra she looked around to see her clothes strewn all over the carpet, wait, her room didn’t have carpet. She looked around as she heard a shower start her eyes darted to the door that was closed and had light coming from under it she stood up and looked around seeing another set of clothes thrown everywhere, her memories from the night before flooding back.
Y/n went to the extra bathroom washing her face of the makeup and seeing the hickeys all over her body as she had pulled on her underwear and a random shirt. She heard a knock at the apartment door and froze when she heard a familiar voice. “Hey Winn, you didn’t respond to my texts so Ijust wanted to make sure that your okay and the date went good.” She said as Y/n peaked into the hallway seeing Winn pulling on a button up and sipping his pants as he shook off his hair and glanced over seeing Y/n he pointed to his bedroom as she nodded and ran in he walked out and opened the door as his bedroom door closed quietly, Y/n began to get dressed in her clothes from the day before. “Hey Kara, yeah the date went grea-” He began but was cut off as she pointed to his neck. “Are those-” She started but as she looked up she could see Y/n pulling on clothes through the wall and released a loud groan. “Ugh, Winn! Seriously!” She said as Winn realized she could see Y/n. “Just, I’ll see you at work!” Winn said ushering her out of his apartment as Y/n stepped out sighing and straightening her hair. “I..I normally don’t do.. this.” She said pointing to herself and him. “I’m not like that.” She said as Winn nodded. “Yeah me neither.” Winn said quickly as they stood awkwardly. “I had a nice time last night.” Y/n mumbled as Winn nodded. “yeah.” Winn said as Y/n smiled lightly. “I have to go, but I did put my number on your phone.” She said as she walked to the door grabbing her bag. “I’ll text you.” Winn said as they smiled at each other. “Alrighty.” She said walking out with a smile.
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probably-writing-x · 5 years ago
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Provoked.
Guzmán x Reader
Request by @parkerschurros : Hi! I love your writing sm. If you are still taking requests could you do a guzman and female reader sort of enemies to lovers kinda thing where they’re sort of sassy to each other but it’s just jealousy/sexual tension and one of them catches the other flirting with someone else as a party and everything just comes out. Thank you so much!
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“You’re never going to win, Guzmán,” You roll your eyes, throwing another ball and sinking it into one of the half filled cups of beer.
“Don’t you remember what happened last time?” He cocks a brow, gulping the drink in one.
You let out a laugh, “You cheated, that’s enough to make you think you’ll win?”
“Enough for me to know I distract you,” He shoots a wink in your direction before throwing another of the balls and landing it on your side.
You and Guzmán had known each other for all of a few years and the entirety of that time had been filled with irritation, anger and arguing. He annoyed you more than anyone you’d ever met. From arguing in class, yelling at parties, prancing each other - you’d never ceased to stop that continuous battle that had never really had an obvious cause.
“Okay honey, I have places to be,” You smirk, landing the ball in the last cup on his side and finally ending this far too competitive game of beer pong.
“Cheers, love,” He grins, raising the cup in your direction before downing the drink.
You roll your eyes and head back away from him and into the crowd of people that had built around the party. Samuel was hosting and the cramped flat made it near impossible to stay away from Guzmán for too long.
“Hey (Y/n),” Omar smiles when he sees you, he was leaning against one of the kitchen counters with Ander beside him, “You look great by the way.”
“Thanks,” You grin, “As long as Guzmán doesn’t spill any drinks on me tonight, I should stay that way.”
Ander lets out laugh, “You guys are seriously impossible at this point, why do you hate him so much?”
You glance over to where his attention was focused on a girl you hadn’t met before. She was petite with bold features, slim and a fair bit smaller than him. Her brunette hair fell in formed curls around her shoulders and she shot him a smirk that told you she probably had intentions tonight.
“I don’t know,” You mumble in response to Ander’s question, thinking way back to the first time you’d ever met Guzmán.
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“With her times Guzman, she’s fast enough to beat you. If you seriously want to take on swimming competitively, you need someone to fight against. (Y/n)’s good enough for that and I won’t listen to you complain about it anymore,” His swim coach explains, grabbing his things from the side and walking out of poolside.
Guzmán grabs his towel from the bench and drags it over his face, “So what are you? Just here to prove to me that I’m a shit swimmer?”
“I’m just here to keep my scholarship,” You shrug, “I don’t particularly care if you’re a good swimmer or not.”
“Scholarship?” He scoffs, “So you’re just trying to keep up your image of being a Las Encinas kid? You’re like the rest of them?”
“I’m not like anyone. You trust fund babies wouldn’t know how to distinguish a poor kid from another one though, would you?”
“Watch yourself, (Y/n), okay?” He shakes the towel through his hair, “This place will eat you alive with an attitude like that.”
“I didn’t need your advice, Guzmán.”
“We’ll see about that, love.”
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“Maybe she doesn’t really hate him,” Omar nudges Ander and they both raise their brows at you knowingly.
“Oh relax,” You roll your eyes, “We’re not going through this again, we all know what happened with Lu.”
“Ahh you mean when she realised her boyfriend cared more about annoying you instead of being with her? When she started picking up on how he watched everything you did instead of focusing on a word that she said?” Omar laughs, “You’re telling me that’s equivalent to hating someone?”
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“Guzmán you’re late,” The professor points out the obvious as Guzmán strolls into the classroom, his hair still damp from the pool.
He takes the seat in front of you and you can’t help yourself when the opportunity is there.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure if you keep practising you’ll be matching my times soon.”
“You think I can’t beat you?” He turns around and focuses on you, yet to even pay attention to his so-called girlfriend sat beside him.
“You think you can?”
“Don’t pay attention to her, darling,” Lu brushes the lapels of his jacket and tries to turn him towards her, “She’s just trying to keep hold of that scholarship for all it’s worth.”
“If I beat you by the end of this year, you finally let me take you to the club with me. If not, and you somehow win, it’s your call, love.”
“Why are you so obsessed with getting me to the club?”
“There’s something so tragic about watching the princess lose her crown when the opportunity presents itself.”
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Your eyes fall back to Guzmán who’s still chatting away to the girl who’d taken his fancy. You’d spent years with a seething annoyance towards everything that boy did. From everything he said to everything he did - it’s like the two of you met each other for the sole purpose of finding someone who you despised.
Maybe it’s the alcohol in your veins but you find yourself thinking back to some different times with Guzmán. The boy had always encouraged you to be your best - never letting you get away with less. And, when it wasn’t him you were competing against, that boy was damn supportive.
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“Aiming for a personal best today, (Y/n)?” Guzmán calls as he walks along poolside.
It was a termly swim gala today and you were competing in the majority of races. You hated how it was split into females and males. Lord knows if you got the chance to swim against Guzmán at a time like this, you two would both put in excess effort to make sure you didn’t lose the crown.
“Aiming to beat your time,” You shrug, shaking out your limbs as you walk towards the podiums to start.
“Good luck, Princess. Don’t let that crown slip too far.”
Lu glared at you from her position on the podium only directly next to you, “Guzmán, aren’t you going to wish me luck?”
He tears his eyes away from his opponent to look at her for a split second, “Good luck, Lu.”
“I don’t know what he sees in you,” She mutters under her breath, evidently recognising the demise in her supposedly perfect relationship.
“He doesn’t see anything. I’m just competition.”
Maybe you don’t even believe it. Why did you two put so much emphasis onto each other instead of anyone else? Especially when he was in a relationship. When was the last time he focused that much attention onto Lu?
When the gun sounds, you dive in and it instantly feels like an instinct. You become completely unaware of everyone and everything around you. Though, when you breach the water, you find yourself focusing in on a specific voice above the rest.
“Go on (Y/n)!”
And that tone, normally so cocky and irritating, gives you that push to go just a little bit faster, push a little bit harder. Right until you touch the wall on your last length.
As you pop up out of the water and tread on the surface, Guzmán is instantly crouching on the side in front of you, grinning with some level of pride.
“Personal best!” He beams, “You’re really set on beating me, huh?”
“I’m set on staying well away from your so-called fun at the club.”
He laughs and shakes his head at you, clasping your hand like he would do to one of the boys, “Good job, (Y/n).”
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“Fuck,” You weren’t really sure at what point you’d decided to start walking towards Guzmán with evident intent.
You weren’t even sure when you’d left Ander and Omar. But here you were. Making a direct like towards Guzmán across the length of Samuel’s flat.
“Guzmán, can I speak to you?” You say, not caring about any of the words this other girl was saying to him.
He looks at you with a look between a frown and a smirk, “Is there a problem?”
“Guzmán.”
He glances toward the girl and doesn’t care to say anything more as he follows after you to wherever you were leading him.
And somehow, you find yourself in the only empty room here. The bathroom.
“Is this where you try to kill me o-“
“I fucking hate you Guzmán.”
His face falls slightly, “Is that what you brought me in here for? Because I was having a nice conversation with... well I can’t remember her name but she seemed nice.”
“You’re infuriating!” You exclaim, “You literally make my blood boil, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so irritating!”
“You’re hardly easy to deal with either, love,” He was getting defensive.
Sure, the two of you hated each other. But you’d never explicitly said it like this.
“And yet somehow, you’re the only reason I’m where I am. You force me to get up out of bed in the morning and train so I’m not falling behind. You make me keep my wits about myself and not let people take advantage of me. You make me say what I think and you provoke me beyond belief so I have to force myself to keep composure.”
He swallows the lump in his throat. This could go one of two ways and he was sure of the outcome that he wanted.
“You make me feel...something. Beyond high school drama and Las Encinas, you make me want to do better. And I hate you for it.”
“It’s your fault, you know?” He scoffs, “You’re the reason for all of that. I was cruising along just fine at school until you came along, I was the best swimmer on the team, I had Lu, I had everything. And then this scholarship kid shows up who’s faster than me, smarter than me, funnier than me, wittier than me. And all of a sudden, it felt like everything crashed and I just had to focus on her.”
It’s you that’s stumped now.
“Yeah, I might piss you off and wind you up and make jokes and shit,” He continues, “But it’s only because I fucking hate that you made everything in my life turn on its head. And, somehow, beyond all of that, you’re still this genuinely good, caring, conscious person. And it infuriates me because I don’t understand how someone can have all of... that.”
“Looks like we’re both to blame for each other’s demise then.”
“Something like that,” He scoffs, glancing down at his feet.
“I fucking hate you, Guzmán,” You let out those final words before you grab at his shirt and push him against the wall, uncertain as to what any sort of reaction from here would be.
He stumbles at first, mentally too, as he tries to muster any composure he had left in him.
“Always so competitive,” He mumbles, flipping you around so you’re now pressed against the hard brick and he looms over you.
“You told me if I beat your time, it was my call.”
“Then, what is your call, love?”
With that, your lips crash against his in a twisted battle for dominance, both of you not wanting to give in so quickly. It’s messy and your hands aren’t really sure where to go or where to be. But it works. It’s like every single neurone in your body fires at once and you’re electrified by a madness that lasts longer than any argument between you two.
His hands are all over your back as yours move into his hair until you’re both losing any power in your lungs. He pulls away, chest rising and falling in time with your own.
“That was your fault, love.”
You hum in response, “I didn’t hear any complaints.”
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lexicals · 4 years ago
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Okay okay okay (penumbra spoilers below):
RITA REDACTED I LOVE YOU
I WAS EXPECTING BUDDY HONESTLY BUT RITA REDACTED I LOVE YOU X2 COMBO
I love the setup here so much. Everyone is fine, physically at least, the ship is getting repaired and progress is being made. It's all chill (well, kind of). Kabert thank you for my life this is everything I didn’t know I needed
They always manage to really surprise me with these episode concepts tbh it's always something different and I love that
Jet is so protective of the ruby? Amazing subtlety of voice acting there tbh, the difference in tone when jet is talking about not letting the ruby go/not having let it get this damaged before is only barely noticeable but there's a lot of emotion behind it
Speaking of which what the Hale is up with it?? I did wonder at the end of last ep whether it would have been able to save everyone while still tied down and it seems like?? Maybe it did?? Somehow???
Idk if this ties in with what rita was talking about with the book being the closest thing humanity has to a true AI cause like the ruby is definitely not Just A Car
Vespa doesn't seem to be doing okay huh ;; I had hoped that maybe she'd be feeling a bit better about herself after the end of last ep but this makes sense, I still hope she manages to work through this soon though....... I hope buddy is doing okay too oh god she must be hurting
Peter like "yes come in! Oh..... you're not juno ):"
Is he playing an instrument like the one from the square on new kinshasa do you think..... oof. Love that though. Rita calling it his depressing instrument made me snort out loud
I'm SO GLAD that the dynamic between rita & nureyev is this one. I rbed a post last week talking about that dynamic of a character who's obviously an idiot (not that I would ever rly call rita an idiot) and one who seems sane, but is actually just as bad and joked that this was the forbidden dynamic but LITTLE DID I KNOW
Anyway they're both terrible and I love them
"Here's the lady of the hour" I am healed. I have ascended to a higher plane, forever.
Juno like :>!!! No I can help what do you need!!! God BLESS
I love him so much every line is music to my ears he's doing so WELL
Rita being like I love you and I'm glad you love each other but please god you're such a technophobe please this is not the mission for you
Jupeter excessive pda confirmed? Anyway cute
COMPUTER CAVE......
Idiot squad is on the CASE. Mama buddy is gonna be so mad when she finds out though fhsgfjfhd
DRIFT COMPATIBILITY
I mean not really but god that would've been fun though
I have one single complaint about this episode and that is that I found the robot voices really hard to understand/listen to...... I had to turn my audio all the way up to make out what anyone was saying and at that point the volume was making my ears hurt ):
Anyway I love this concept though & it's so fucking funny
I had been wondering about rita's episode, specifically what flaw of hers her episode would be addressing? Seeing as that seems to be the pattern here, with nureyev's self-isolation, jet's struggling with/repressing his past, and vespa's struggle to trust people/come to terms with her new way of life. So far it seems like the issue is that she's just straight up out of touch with the others and maybe a little selfish? She's more focused on how she thinks things should go than on what would be practical as evidenced with the robots in particular, idk maybe these eps rly are gonna be just pure comedy relief but I'm interested to see how that develops
Especially with her saying it's better to ask forgiveness than permission, idk I think maybe rita knows how smart she is perhaps a little too much? I love her but they've kind of gone in half-cocked here
I wonder if this ties back to her mother in any way, too..... cause we know rita's mother was, if nothing else, someone who used to make homemade bombs, idk what kind of lessons she was teaching her kid lmao
Dark matters back again oh boy..... and isn't agent g the same one that was in charge when they killed m'tendere? Interesting that they seem to be going after the same marks here
Anyway this ep was such a nice change of pace I loved it I'm so excited for the next one although I'm more than a little worried about what buddy is going to have to say about this when it's all over lmao
Second listen:
Okay SERIOUSLY though what the hell is up with the ruby 7. What is she!!!
Buddy talking about how catastrophising means you put yourself through a thousand disasters..... after last ep & considering how vespa thinks..... oh dear
"Not /supposed/ to know much about mistah ransom" RITA?? HELLO??? What does she KNOW....... is this gonna come up next ep aaaa
"Juno.... dear......" I LOVE THEM THOUGH
Also though I was talking abt this w a couple of people but I rly hope we haven't missed All of the canon development for juno & peter....... after 2 seasons of build-up having the emotional climax to their relationship arc happen offscreen would be a little frustrating so I hope they're saving some stuff,,,
Anyway this whole concept is so ridiculous but so good...... the robots.... the Names........ I love it sm. Rita redacted I LOVE YOU
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realllllfangirllllll · 5 years ago
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Beyond Lover || Chp.15
{More Than Friends Sequel}
Chairman!Jaehyun AU x CEO!Reader AU
Summary: You find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the former CEO after overcoming your fear of love. Although there were rough patches, both of you are now stronger than ever. However, you realize that maintaining a relationship and a company at the same time can be very difficult, especially if someone is out to destroy the both of you.
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Jaehyun’s pov 
My heart stopped a beat. She actually replied to me. I didn’t know what else I could say to have her come back, but it worked. I cut the executive meeting short and gave everyone in NCT the rest of the day off. I chuckled to myself as everyone dramatically cheered and “thanked the Lord Jaehyun.” Everyone including Winwin and Ten was enjoying themselves here in the company. I was glad they got accustomed to the working lifestyle here in Seoul. Even with y/n gone, they put their best efforts into their job and would occasionally ensure me that she would come back to us. 
On the other hand, Soojin wasn’t so fond of me. I don’t know when it started because things seemed fine when we first met. She was cheerful, in a quiet way, and would joke around with the rest of the group. But after y/n was bombarded with trouble makers at the grand opening, Soojin started to give me disapproving looks and attitude. It wasn’t as if I didn’t see that she was worried about y/n’s relationship with me. I know y/n risked a lot when she decided to drop everything and started to publicly date me. It was even riskier for her to start a business with me knowing very well that Emily wouldn’t give up that temper of hers.
And that’s why I love her so much. 
And when I fucked up the night at SM’s first press, I knew I hurt her. Even if it wasn’t physically, I knew I hurt her too much mentally. It was never my intention to give Yuta a good beating, but I just couldn’t contain my anger. How could someone related to Emily be any good? Especially to y/n, Emily’s target? I just didn’t buy it...
I walked out of the building and into the parking lot. As I drove through the evening roads, the sun started to set and darkness began sweeping through the skies. Soft music filled my car but I paid no mind to it. Throughout the whole drive, I racked my brain for words to tell y/n tomorrow, but everything seemed like an excuse. No matter how I put it, it’ll still be my fault. And what pains me the most is that I don’t think she can ever forgive me.
Or at least if it were me, I wouldn’t. 
Dreading being greeted by an empty house, I slowly drove into my driveway. Maybe I’m just hallucinating but I swear I could’ve heard Lucas laughing, most likely across from my house and at Soyeon’s place. I chuckled bitterly as I remembered how that was me and y/n. Our constant bickering filled the whole neighborhood with noises, or maybe it was the frequent lovemaking that caused such turmoil within our neighbors. 
I shook my head to forget the bittersweet memories. When I got to my front door, I realized that the laughter was Lucas. I was greeted with the rest of the boys, including Taeyong and Soyeon. 
They all gave me mischievous smiles and Lucas hollered, “Hey hey! It’s loner boy!” 
Everyone gave Lucas the side-eye as he feigned innocence, “What?”
Ten rolled his eyes and dragged you inside your own house, “Stop sulking because tonight we drink our problems away, like real men.”
I hesitantly opened the door for them as I tried to tell them I had plans tomorrow evening, but I was cut off by the noisy chatters. My house felt a lot livelier with six more people, all claiming a spot somewhere in my living room. I let out a light chuckle and decided to just go with their plans since it seemed I had no choice anyway.
The seven of us started to crack open bottles of beer and soju. Mark and Soyeon dived headfirst for the fried chicken boxes while we all watched them bickering about who’s brilliant idea it was to buy chicken. We all laughed as the night started. We ate, drank, and talked as we grew drunker.
Lucas started to cling to Mark and drunkenly confessed, “You know what guys? I love you all, especially you,” he pointed to me and gave me finger hearts, “I love you dude.” 
I laughed and questioned him, “I appreciate it man, but don’t forget about your beloved Soyeon,” I gestured to her limp figure spread over Winwin’s lap on the floor.
Her eyes fluttered opened and waved a lazy hand towards me, “It’s okay, you can take all his love. You need it more than me.”
I scoffed half-jokingly and half out of astonishment. At times like this, I wished my alcohol tolerance wasn’t as strong. Maybe then, I’d feel less hurt by Soyeon’s drunk comment.
Ten noticed my sudden change of expression and told me, “Cheer up dude, Soyeon doesn’t have as much brain cells as us so ignore what she says.” A pillow was then hurled at Ten and he chuckled at Soyeon’s defensive behavior.
You looked around and noticed everyone but Ten, Johnny, and Taeyong, were knocked out. Ten shifted his position on the couch to look directly at me. He gave me a serious look and said, “But seriously Jaehyun, ignore it. I might not have known you for too long, but I understand that there are complications that sometimes not even the great Jung Jaehyun can avoid.”
Johnny nodded his head in agreement and Taeyong chuckled, “Y’all are tight friends, why haven’t I hung out with you guys sooner?”
I rolled my eyes at him as Johnny and Ten smirked. Johnny suddenly knocked out and fell on Lucas’s splayed out body that was on top of Mark’s sleeping figure. Before Ten followed suit, he placed a hand on my shoulder, “Y/n’s a tough woman. She’s been through a lot and knows what’s real and fake. You guys definitely got something real going on and I know she’ll never let that go.” I gave him a genuine smile as his head fell on my lap.
Taeyong tsked and shook his head at me, “Must be nice to be in love like that.”
I raised an eyebrow at him in confusion and as if it was obvious, he told me, “You know a relationship will last when you go through hardships together. No relationship is ever perfect, but the fact that both people in the relationship run back to each other to fix whatever’s broken shows what it really means to be in love.”
I gave him the same confused expression and he gave up, rolling his eyes at me. “I’m going to sleep in your guest room. You’re really dumb when it comes to love, you know that Yoonoh?,” He shook his head and stood up, “Anyways, you’ll understand what I’m saying soon enough, you and y/n are bound to be together.”
Pondering about his confusing words, I stared out the window and watched as the sun slowly started to rise. I can’t wait to see her again.
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starmakerdotcom · 4 years ago
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FRUIT BASKET talk to their exes | GLAMOR
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hyunmi looked to minho, who looked back at her expectantly which she took as her cue to go first. “hi, i’m hyunmi,” she started, giving the camera a small wave, “i’m a singer and the leader of fruit basket.”
after she finished, minho introduced himself, “i’m minho, and i’m from shinee,” hyunmi nodded absentmindedly and minho added, “i’m also hyunmi’s ex boyfriend,” causing hyunmi to chuckle quietly at his obvious statement. although they seemed fine, the air was tense.
“i’m namjoon,” he said, casually waving to the camera, “i’m a rapper.”
“i’m sooyoung, and i’m also a rapper,” sooyoung answered just as simply and just as casually. they both looked way more relaxed than expected, sitting back comfortably in their chairs looking at each other like old friends.
eunji looked down nervously, playing with her fingers in her lap, nervous to be sitting across from the boy that she once loved yet hadn’t spoken to in what felt like years.
when eunji didn’t start talking, baekhyun did, “i’m baekhyun, i’m a singer in exo and superm.”
she eased up hearing baekhyun talk, and started nervously, “i’m eunji and i’m in fruit basket.” she gave the camera a weak smile, but at least she was trying.
“hi!” areum waved excitedly, causing the boy across from her to laugh a little. “i’m areum, i’m a singer and the maknae of fruit basket,” she continued, smiling brightly towards the camera.
“and i’m vernon, from seventeen,” he said, also giving the camera a happy wave but not matching areum’s energy by a long shot.
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minho sighed, racking his brain to find the answer. finally, he said, “two months, i think?”
“i thought it was closer to three,” hyunmi replied, to which minho shrugged.
“it wasn’t that long,” he explained, “let’s say two and a half months, does that sound right?” he looked to hyunmi who nodded her head in a silent agreement.
“four months?” sooyoung guessed, looking over at namjoon for his input.
“that sounds about right, maybe closer to five.” namjoon replied, “there was never really a time when we sat down and talked about what we were, we just went on dates and had a kind of unspoken agreement that we were together.”
sooyoung hummed, nodding her head before adding, “we didn’t even have to talk about it. power couple things!”
“six months,” eunji answered easily, she remembered their relationship well, the good and the bad.
“sounds about right,” baekhyun agreed, “we met not long after her debut.”
“aw man, how long was it?” areum asked, “it’s kinda hard to differentiate from when we were friends and when we started dating, it’s kind of a blur.”
“i think it was around three months,” vernon answered.
“damn, only three months? felt like longer, god.” vernon laughed at areum’s rambling, causing areum to smile again.
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“i trained at sm for a while,” hyunmi explained, “so i guess that’s really the time we first met, but we didn’t talk then. we started talking after that music show in 2016, right?”
“yeah, i’m pretty sure that’s right,” minho added, “but even then we didn’t really talk until after the kibum thing.”
“we don’t need to bring him up, this is your time!” hyunmi exclaimed, “but yeah, he was really nice that whole time. i mean he’s still nice, but you know what i mean.”
“i thought she was really pretty,” minho said, and hyunmi giggled.
she continued, “we hit it off well, it was good.”
“we met at an award show in 2017,” namjoon began.
sooyoung added, “i mean i knew of him before that. remember his underground rapper days? and i got really into bts when they debuted because their hip hop sound was really cool. but yeah we didn’t officially meet until that award show. and he was just as cool as i thought he’d be. and i was just as cool as he thought i’d be.”
namjoon laughed, “sure.”
“we met through a mutual friend around the time of her debut,” baekhyun explained, eunji watching him intently as she bounced her foot, “she was a ball of sunshine, i swear.”
eunji smiled, “he was nothing but kind to me, and he was like that the entire time we knew each other.” her eyes get glossy but she ducks her head down before anyone can see.
“we have a lot of friends in common so i guess that’s how we met,” areum said, “he seemed like a cool dude and eventually we started hanging out more.”
“she was a lot shyer a few years ago,” vernon laughed, “she loves the cameras now but you should’ve seen her when we first met.”
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the two fell silent as they processed the question. they looked at each other for a minute before minho started.
“we weren’t a good fit for each other,” he explained simply.
“yeah, our dynamic as a couple wasn’t great, so we broke it off,” hyunmi agreed, “no hard feelings, but we didn’t really keep in contact.
“maybe you should stop dating sm boys,” minho said jokingly.
hyunmi laughed, “that’s what sooyoung told me. my current boyfriend is an sm boy though, and i am very much in love with him, so i’m good.”
namjoon sighed before starting, “we started dating at a time when we were both really busy, we sort of knew that it wasn’t gonna work.
“we didn’t have enough time for, couple stuff, if you know what i mean,” sooyoung added, “so we stopped the dating thing, but we never really stopped the friend thing. which is good because you’re a good friend.” the two smiled at each other.
eunji stared down at her hands in her lap as baekhyun started, “she was sick, and on her bad days she’d say some pretty nasty stuff to me. i probably should’ve stuck around to help her but it was too much for me at the time. i didn’t know how to handle it.”
“i was horrible to him,” eunji confessed with glossy eyes, “i was in a bad place, i didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, so i ended up taking it out on him. i went to the hospital a week after we broke up. i was anorexic.” she let a few tears roll down her cheeks, “it wasn’t his fault, i tell him that all the time but i still feel terrible about it.”
baekhyun softened seeing eunji cry, and quickly pulled a few tissues from the box next to him and hands them to her. she thanked him quietly and dabbed under her eyes with the tissue.
“oh man,” areum started, “dating him was not fun.”
“hey-!”
“what i mean is, you’re a better person to have as a best friend than a boyfriend, for me at least.”
“basically- we’re better as friends,” vernon said.
“yeah, that,” areum laughed, “i’m sure he’ll find a girlfriend by the way. he’s a great guy, just not for me.”
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hyunmi shrugged, “not really, no, we’re not a good fit for each other.”
she looked to minho for his input, and he shrugged. “i agree, we’re both happier now.”
“i mean, i don’t think so?” sooyoung answered hesitantly, “if i could get the chance to date you again i don’t think i would, if that answers the question.”
“why not?” namjoon asked with a fake pout.
“pfft- i just think we’re better as friends, you know? plus i’m in a relationship.”
“yeah that makes sense,” namjoon replied, “i think we’re better as friends too.”
“our breakup probably could’ve been better,” baekhyun said, “i shouldn’t have left her so soon, i should’ve helped.”
“it’s not your fault, baek,” eunji reassured him, “i wish i didn’t take it all out on you... you never deserved that.” she stopped before she started crying again.
“nope,” areum and vernon answered in unison, making them both laugh.
“see? we’re best friends, it’s a lot better this way,” areum laughed.
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“i don’t like to think we ever did anything horrible to each other?” hyunmi answered hesitantly, “i’m sure there was something, though.”
“i’m pretty sure you called me an asshole or a dick a few times,” minho chuckled, “but to be fair i think i called you a bitch once or twice, so we’re even.”
hyunmi nodded solemnly, “that wasn’t the best way to go about things but it’s in the past now, and we’re both over it.”
“she said i rap like a fourth grader,” namjoon said, “but i think she was joking.”
“who says i was joking?” sooyoung replied in full seriousness. namjoon opened his mouth to reply but she quickly added, “i was joking! he’s one of the best rappers in the industry right now and if you don’t think so i’ll personally fight you-“
“this one time...” baekhyun recalled, “on one of her really bad days she said i’d be better off if i got out of her life completely.” eunji ducked her head down when a sudden wave of guilt overcame her. “she said a lot of nasty things.”
“he never said anything bad to me, he was always so nice, and it wasn’t fair,” eunji explained through tears, “it would’ve been better if i didn’t take it all out on him.”
“we never really said anything bad to each other,” vernon said, “other than like, stupid friendly banter.”
“yeah, i think i’ve called you a pussy a few times,” areum replied, laughing, “all in good fun, obviously. i’ve been called a bitch a few times too.”
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“he was... good at giving hugs,” hyunmi started, “he was always warm.”
“she smelled really good, no matter what time of the day it was,” minho said, making hyunmi laugh a little, “like vanilla and cinnamon or something.”
“we used to do karaoke together,” sooyoung laughed, “at like midnight on the weekends after we had something to drink.”
“those nights were fun, we should start doing that again,” namjoon added, sooyoung nodded in agreement.
“why haven’t we, seriously?”
“he was so nice to me,” eunji said, still sounding choked up, “i know i’ve said that so many times but he was so nice to me.”
baekhyun shifted in his seat, “when she was in a good mood she would always want to cuddle,” he said after a beat.
“you’d always play with my hair,” eunji added.
baekhyun nodded, “your hair was always really soft. you had nice hair- you still have nice hair,” he replied, trying to lighten the mood a little. eunji chuckled quietly, so it worked somewhat.
vernon opened his mouth, but areum started talking before he could.
“if you say my boobs i’m gonna slap you.”
he immediately snapped his mouth shut, and they both laughed. when he started to talk again, areum raised her hand like she was about to hit him, and he recoiled.
“that’s what i thought.”
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they both fell silent as they thought.
“what about... our first date?” minho suggested, “we went to her favourite restaurant.”
“i remember you were really hesitant about going there because you’d never been there and didn’t know if you’d like the food,” hyunmi explained like it had happened yesterday, “but you ended up loving it and we had a lot of fun that night.”
minho nodded, “she was right, she was always right about everything,” his tone was casual but it almost had a sour undertone to it, hyunmi caught notice and gave him a look.
“that time we tried to give each other stick & pokes in my bathroom?” sooyoung said.
“i was thinking something more like that time we stayed up all night helping each other write songs,” namjoon said, “you put those songs on your mixtape, right?”
sooyoung shrugged, “i might’ve. the stick & poke night was fun as he’ll though, i still have that tattoo.” she pulled up her pant leg to reveal a tiny tattoo on her ankle.
eunji stared down at her feet, and after a beat she answered, “he bought me a really pretty necklace once. the silver one with the flower pendant?” she looked to baekhyun to see if he remembered, when he nodded she continued, “i still have it, and i still wear it sometimes.”
“you still have it?” baekhyun asked, leaning over to properly look her in the eyes. eunji nodded, smiling slightly as she pulled the necklace from under her shirt. “wow, i thought you might’ve thrown it out after our break up or something,” he laughed.
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the couples are each standing up across from each other now, no longer sitting down in their chairs.
“oh god, this is gonna be so awkward,” minho mumbled under his breath. hyunmi heard and nodded, smiling awkwardly.
hyunmi wrapped here arms around his waist as they leaned into each other, pressing their lips together in a short, slightly tense kiss.
once they pulled away, hyunmi whispered, “let’s never do that again.”
“sounds good,” minho whispered back. they both burst out laughing.
“god i haven’t kissed a man in years, this is gonna be weird.” namjoon laughed as sooyoung rambled, trying to stand on her toes to lessen the height difference between them.
namjoon leaned down so sooyoung could actually reach his face, and sooyoung rested her hand on his shoulder as their lips collided just for a second before sooyoung was the first to pull away.
“i remember now why i don’t kiss men anymore,” she laughed.
eunji and baekhyun stared at each other nervously before eunji hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in. baekhyun let his hands rest on her hips as their lips collided for a few seconds.
when eunji pulled away, smiling, she said, “god, that almost made me feel like i was 20 again,” then quickly added, “oh no, 20 was a bad age i don’t want to do that again.”
the two of them laughed, breaking the tension in the air, when eunji suddenly pulled him in for a tight hug.
“i’m so so sorry,” she sniffles against his chest, “you didn’t deserve anything i did to you.”
baekhyun stroked her hair when she began to cry, “it’s in the past. i’m just glad we got a little bit of closure.”
“ew, no,” areum said, causing vernon to laugh.
“you used to to it, you can do it one more time.”
areum complied, and with a fake pouty look, she wrapped her arms around vernon’s waist. he leaned down to connect their lips in a short kiss that barely lasted a second.
areum jumped back, over exaggeratedly wiping her mouth with her sleeve. “is that it? is this over now?” she said loudly, walking off the set. vernon laughed at her and followed her off the set.
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purplesurveys · 4 years ago
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Do you think someone is missing you atm? No. Maybe my friends do, but like in passing? since I haven’t seen most of them in nearly a year. But that’s assuming a lot and being a little too confident, lmao. Idk anyone who would be actively missing me.
Can you think of one reason why some people might not like you? I have a formal side to me especially when it comes to work, so people might see it as being cold and aloof. I’m also pretty straightforward about my feelings towards certain people, so even if we don’t really talk but I know I’m not fond of them, I’ll silently block them on social media so I don’t see them on my feed lol. That is definitely an easy way for them not to like me.
So we’re two months into 2017. How has it been for you so far? Has anything happened in the past 2 months that you think you will always remember? I was meh. It was my first anniversary with Gab then so everything was going perfectly on the relationship front. I was still struggling badly with mental health issues and a lot of anxiety stemming from my transition to college, soooo it was nice to have someone comfort me during those difficult times. But yeah, the first half of 2017 was basically still me having a tough time in university.
Can you describe what was going through your mind during your last kiss? I was thinking of how happy I was and how everything was going to be okay after all. Look at how wrong I turned out to be, haha. I laugh it off now.
Are you talking to anyone while filling this in? What are you talking about? No.
If you’re in a relationship, are you happy? And if you’re single, are you looking for someone? Not looking. A friend told me some girl was interested in me but she had asked for my star sign, which was an immediate turn-off lol. But in all seriousness, I’m not looking to be in a relationship any time soon, much less date around. It’s my first time being completely single in 6 years, so there’s a lot about me I’m continuing to explore and learn about which is a nice feeling to have. I’ve finally gotten the hang of being alone and actually enjoying being alone, so I don’t plan on breaking the routine soon.
Have you ever been so drunk that you could barely stand? As the friend with the lowest alcohol tolerance, yes.
Was your last hug from someone of the opposite sex? No, they are non-binary.
Will you be sharing your bed with someone else tonight? No.
Is there anything wrong with you right now? I need a shower lmao. But other than that, no.
Have you eaten chocolate today? No, and I’m not looking for it at the moment. Too sweet.
Think back to last night … did you go to sleep before midnight? Yeah, just shortly before midnight. I had been trying to sleep since 9:30 but couldn’t and I was only finally able to fall asleep at like, 11:30 or something.
The last time you sent a text to someone, did you add a kiss at the end? Nah. A kiss would’ve been irrelevant in the text I sent.
Where did you meet the person you love/like? Hm...do I still love her? Idk if I can refer to her in these questions anymore. You all know where we met, anyway.
Have you had any recent calls or texts from any unknown numbers? Did you answer them? It’s unknown but I knew who they were; I’m just too lazy to update their info. It was a missed call but it was beyond 6 PM so I no longer called him back.
OK … let’s just say I’m going to buy you a present … but I don’t know what to get :/ Would you mind if I just bought you a box of chocolates? I’d appreciate the gesture, definitely. It would take me a while to finish it up though.
Has anyone ever stolen food from you? Yeah. 
What is something that people make fun of you for? I’m kinda slow and it takes me longer than most to process things, from simple jokes to complex mechanics. I hate it when people I’m not close to make fun of me for it - because we aren’t even close??? but if it’s my friends, I laugh along since being slow has been my trademark for years hahaha.
Which supermarket do you like to shop at? We usually do our shopping at SM or Metro, but my dream is to be rich enough to be able to do my regular shopping at Rustan’s, ha.
Do you think you might have any obsessive compulsive tendencies? I guess. The one I practice most frequently is having to take several trips to check on something, like making sure I closed the fridge properly, or that I locked the main door when I leave the house, or making sure my bedroom light has been switched off, etc.
Who was the last person to text you? Do you think this person cares for you? Angela, and yeah and she reminds me all the time that she does.
Did you have a conversation last night that made you smile? Sure.
Has anyone paid you a compliment at all today? I don’t think so, so far.
Have you ever been told that your boyfriend/girlfriend wasn’t good enough for you? Hahaha yeah for like the past three years. It always fell on (my) deaf ears, so Angela was relieved as fuck when she found out it was finally over.
Do you think it’s okay to flirt with someone that’s already taken, as long as it goes no further? No. I’d feel pretty betrayed if a significant other started flirting with someone else.
Have you ever been on the phone for more than an hour straight? Way more than an hour.
Are you a spender or a saver? Can be both, but right now I’m a saver considering how much I had to spend in the last two months. Are you currently wearing anything pink? My shorts are pink.
If someone close to you is upset, does that make you feel upset too? Depends on how invested I am in their problem. But if I’m the one who caused them to feel upset, then yeah I’d definitely feel the same way because I hate fucking up.
Do you struggle to say ‘no’ to things you don’t want to do? Sometimes, but it’s been easier to do it these days.
Are you wearing any label brands of clothing? Not right now.
Do you think it’s really possible to love just one person until the day you die? It’s possible. It certainly happened with my grandpa, who I believe was never with anyone else other than my grandma.
Someone attractive is staring at you. What do you do? Use my phone. That, and feel creeped out.
How long can you stay single after a relationship break-up, before you feel ready to be with someone else? It’s been four months and counting and I don’t feel like jumping into another relationship. I enjoy being by myself.
Do you miss someone atm? Does that person know that you miss them? No, I don’t.
Are you friends with someone a lot of people dislike? Andi is quite polarizing, tbh. They have a loud personality that some will see as being too bold/brash or feeling too close to someone. So I guess yes.
Do you think someone else will also want to fill in this survey? Eh, sure.
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