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spicywhenspeaking · 7 months

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Star-Crossed Connection: chapter two

Nick Folio x Original Female Character

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this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

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A few days later I’m finalizing my festival outfits with my stylist. The photos the paparazzi took were splashed all over the tabloids and drama blogs the day after they found Folio and I were ambushed on our date.

My plan worked like a charm. Every article or blog post was gushing over me and my newfound love. It was almost too easy to sway the public perception. All it took was a few perfectly timed photos of a new hot guy shielding me from the onslaught of flashes and pestering questions from pathetic men who have nothing better to do than follow girls like me around day and night trying to get a million-dollar photo.

Looking into the 360 mirror I admire the beautiful black one-strapped ball gown my stylist picked out for the movie premiere. “It’s lovely, this was an amazing find, Lala. Did you find any cute stuff for skiing?” Lala smiles and pulls out another rack of clothes with several snowsuits in all different colors. I decide to try on the pink one and the all-white one.

“I’ll take both of these they’re so hot, so all that’s left is a few choices for the press junket and I’ll look through some of the options you brought for my date.” I move to look through the outfits she’s picked out for folio and choose a black Armani tux and full black snowsuit along with some jewelry that one of my brand deals has sent. “These are perfect, he is going to look so hot,” I say finishing up and choosing a few more accessories from the table. I grab several rings, necklaces and a few different bags. “So things are getting serious between you and this new guy?” Lala asks and I put on my sweetest lovesick smile, “Oh yeah, he’s great. The perfect guy for me. Nothing like the egomaniac actors I usually date. He’s so real.” I answer, fighting the internal ripple of shame that overwhelms me. Folio and I have been texting back and forth since our paparazzi fiasco and he really is a nice guy. I’m a massive asshole for using him like this but it’s just a week and then I can say something about how it was a mutual decision because both of our careers are so hectic.

Just then my phone pings with a new message

Nicky F 🏍️❤️‍🔥: TMZ is blowing up my phone about those pics, what should I say?

Seraphina 👑: you can tell them no comment. Or ignore it, it’s up to you! I’m sorry they’re bothering you, I figured they would just bombard me.

Nicky F 🏍️❤️‍🔥: No worries sweetheart, you can’t control the crazies that follow you around.

Damn, I fucking suck. I should just be honest with him. It’ll definitely make it easier if he’s in on my plan.

Well, I’ll explain it all on the plane when we leave in a couple of days and if he decides just to turn around and go back home I will totally understand. It’ll totally ruin my plan and I’ll look even more of a loser but I can’t just keep lying to him about everything.

I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day so I decide to head home and rot on my couch. While I’m rewatching Gossip Girl for the millionth time on my couch I get a surprising call from a certain motorcycle-driving drummer. I answer it and am surprised by the smile that spreads across my face at the idea of talking to him.

Hey Folio!

Hey sweetheart are you busy?

Um no, just watching TV what’s up?

Are you up for a ride up the coast to watch the sunset? I know a place.

That sounds great! I can be ready in 20. I’ll text you my address.

Okay, I’ll head over soon.

Okay! Bye!

Alright, looking forward to it sweetheart.

Thirty minutes later I hear the hum of a motorcycle from outside and get a text from Folio that he just pulled up. I run out of my front door wearing my black levis with a plain white tee under my cropped black hoodie. “Hey!” I call out over the sound of the motor. “Hey!” he responds quickly hopping off the bike to wrap his arms around me in a quick hug. “You ready to get out of here?” he asks and I nod enthusiastically “Yes, I’m excited!”

He climbs back over and I throw my leg over the side behind him and wrap my arms around his waist as he starts up the bike again. “Hold on tight sweetheart” he drawls out as he turns out of the driveway and down the road.

“I’m taking you to a spot near Malibu that’s beautiful at sunset,” he says over the sound of the roaring motor.

It takes over an hour to get to the beach, the sun is low but there are still maybe 10 minutes left before it’s fully set. We park and Folio grabs a blanket from a storage trunk on the side of his bike. We walk hand-in-hand to a spot with little foot traffic. He unfolds it, it’s thick, hand-woven, and dark red. It’s large and looks big enough for us to both sit comfortably off of the sand. He spreads it out on the ground so we can sit and watch the sun take its last moments before dipping below the horizon.

“So, Phi, can I call you Phi?” he asks softly as his gaze slides from the sunset to me. I nod softly as he continues, the orange light of the sun covering him in a warm glow. “so Phi, I want to help you with this whole festival thing, but can you give me some information about what I might expect? Will the paparazzi be around every corner? Or is that only when you give them a heads up where you’ll be?”

I try and fail to hide the embarrassment and shock that’s written all over my face. “What- what do you mean? Heads up? What do you even mean?- I” his unamused face is all it takes for me to drop the act. I had said to myself I wanted to be honest with him but I guess I didn’t anticipate getting caught. “I’m sorry,” I say with a sigh, “how did you know?”

He laughs softly and tosses a rock he found on the other side of the blanket towards the crashing waves. “I had a hunch, and a photographer friend of mine may have given me a heads up.” He arches a brow at me, waiting for my reply.

“I was going to tell you, I swear. I know that doesn’t mean anything now but-“ I look up as the sun finally disappears, leaving the sky a beautiful orange and pink. “I didn’t want to keep lying to you. I know we’re practically strangers and for some reason, you’ve agreed to help me with this absurd plan, but from now on I promise I will keep you informed on all of the things I can control” I turn to face him, prepared for him to either tell me the plan is off or by some miracle bless me with forgiveness.

“You know, we could’ve given them way more of a show if I had known” he laughs and the tension I was holding between my shoulders drops. “I don’t really understand your world or how it works but if you teach me I’m happy to play along,” he says and it feels so sincere, I almost wish this was real, but he’s right, he’s just playing along.

“I think I’ve just let this whole situation get to me too much, I mean look at me, asking some stranger to pretend to be my boyfriend because I’m too--well, it doesn’t matter. I just, all I’ve ever wanted was to act and my parents did everything to help me get to this point. I can’t help but think of how ashamed my dad would be to see me now”

Folio bumps lightly into my shoulder before throwing his arm around me and pulling me closer into his side. “Strangers? I don’t think so, but there’s definitely more I want to learn about you Phi. I don’t think he’d be ashamed at all.” He says as he rests his head on the top of mine while we watch the final colors of the day disappear and the darkness of night blanket the sky. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Just final packing for the trip, didn’t have much of anything planned,” I answer.

He takes a moment to think before he speaks again, “What if instead of flying to Colorado we rent a car and drive to Colorado together? It’s only a 14-hour drive. It will give us time to get to know each other better and since it’s a rental we can just fly home at the end of the week. What do you think?” He asks gaze still fixed on the horizon.

Humming in thought I consider his proposition. “You want to road trip to Colorado? I guess I could get a last-minute rental, we’d need to leave tomorrow though, you can be prepared for that?”

He huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, I can pack pretty fast.” I laugh as well at the absurdity of the way this is all turning out. But it sounds like it will be a fun adventure. We spend a bit longer on the beach making idle conversation. I was able to work out a rather quick rental agreement thanks to my brand deal with Hertz and I sent a quick text to my assistant that I would be traveling up a day early. She and my glam team are going to meet us at the resort. “Well, your spontaneity has worked out in our favor. I have the car teed up to be sent to my house at 7 am. I can pick you up after and we can head out.” He excitedly agrees to the plans and even offers to just meet at my house, as long as he can park his bike there while we are gone.

After Folio drops me off later that evening I rush around to pack a quick bag. Jules, my assistant, has already arranged for my clothes to be sent to my hotel room at the festival so I just need to pack a few essentials into my suitcase, my daily makeup and toiletries along with my loungewear and casual clothes. It’s already late and I’m exhausted by the time my head hits the pillow so sleep overtakes me quickly.

I’m awoken by the sound of my alarm going off at 6:30 am and I find myself feeling excited about the prospects of the day despite the early hour, especially after getting way less sleep than usual. No worries though, nothing a little coffee can’t fix. I throw on a comfortable outfit for a long car ride and begin making my first coffee of the day. Around 6:50 am I received the text that the car was here so I run out to accept the key and sign the final paperwork.

“Oh shit! You’re Seraphina Holloway! I’m a huge fan, your show on MTV was amazing! I can’t believe they canceled it!” the guy who dropped off the car said with a huge smile spread across his face. “Haha thank you! I loved being on that show it was such a fun time! I’m glad you liked it!” I reply. He leaves with a giddy smile and waves excitedly as he pulls away in the car that followed him in with the rental. I ended up with a black 2024 Chevy Tahoe and it looks so cool.

I am bringing out my bag to load into the trunk when I hear the rumble of Folio’s bike coming up the road as he turns the corner up my driveway I can’t help the goofy smile I give him, I almost feel self-conscious about how happy I am to see him until he whips his helmet off and is wearing a matching smile of his own. “Mornin’ Phi, how are ya feeling?” he asks while hanging his helmet off of the handles of his bike. He walks over to wraps his arms around me in a big hug. “Hey Nicky, I’m feeling great! I’m excited about the road trip. How are you?”

He sides my bag onto his shoulder and gestures for me to unlock the trunk. “I’m feeling great sweetheart. I’m excited as well! I hope you’re prepared for a killer playlist.”

“Oh you’re on! We will see who’s musical prowess puts who on top.” I jokingly tease. He laughs and puts the rest of his things in the car along with my bag.

I invite him inside while I finish locking up, I offer Folio a coffee and he accepts thankfully. “Oh my god yes please, my roommates drank the last of the creamer and I cannot drink black coffee.” I laugh as I make us two fresh vanilla iced lattes for the road.

Heading towards the car I offer to drive the first leg. Nicky tried to offer to drive the whole thing but I can’t allow that. Plus splitting it up will help it go by faster.

“Alright! Let’s hit the road, Nicky! Next stop Colorado baby!!!” I pump my fists in celebration and before I can feel the embarrassment of the action take over he’s pumping his fists as well “WooHoo! Hell yeah! Lets gooo!” he calls out and I can’t help the joyus laugh that takes over as we back out and talk off down the road. My phone is connected to the carplay so I have control over the first music rotation. “Alright, this is my time to shine. For your consideration.” I say before hitting shuffle on my road trip playlist.

It starts off with playing Panama by Van Halen. “oh shit! Starting it off strong with Van Halen. You are more than meets the eye Hollywood.”

I laugh with my whole body, “Not what you expected huh? My dad used to quiz me on car rides, I was raised on classic rock.”

jump back, what's that sound ?

Here she comes, full blast and top down.

Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.

Model citizen zero discipline

Don't you know she's coming home with me?

You'l lose her in the turn.

I'll get her!

“Panama, Panama Panama, Panama Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine. Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean.” we sing along together.

When the song finishes and “Go Your Own Way” starts next. “So I found this list of questions to get to know each other better on the road,” Folio says. “So, starting off easy, what are your three favorite movies?”

“Oh crap, oh my god? Easy?? Okay….three favorite movies are Pride and Prejudice from 2005, Pacific Rim but NOT the sequel and oh god, um I’ll say Secret World of Arrietty, which is a Studio Ghibli. What about you?” I ask.

“Okay I love Pacific Rim so I trust you and will be watching the other that you mentioned. I like Star Wars Empire Strikes Back, Kill Bill, and the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

“I love horror movies! And omg okay nerd of course you would say the name of the episode instead of just Star Wars.” I joke and he laughs. “alright alright, it’s an important distinction. Real fans know what’s up. Okay, next question, what is your favorite photo?”

I think for a moment about all the pictures I’ve ever taken and am hit with a beautiful memory, “there was a summer my family took a vacation to the Florida coast and my cousins and I started a sand castle competition. I built a huge three-story sand mansion. My dad helped me get the towers just right. My mom took a picture of us right as a tower fell,” I laugh softly, “my dad and I are laughing hysterically as it falls, I didn’t even care about winning I was just having fun with my dad.”

I turn my eyes off the road for a quick moment to look over at Nicky and he’s smiling thoughtfully. “That’s beautiful Phi, sounds like it was a great trip.”

“Oh god no, our hotel was infested with fleas, and my dad’s credit card got stolen on the second day, but those hours on the beach made it all worth it. Okay your turn, favorite picture.”

Folio opens his phone and scrolls through rows of photos until he finally lands on one, “this one is for sure on of my favorites.” I look quickly and it’s a photo of him and the other guys from his band all grouped together with huge grins on their faces, almost like they’re laughing. “It was after the first concert of our first tour, I was the happiest I had ever been and when I knew that I’d do anything to make this dream come true with those guys.”

“That’s amazing Nicky, and you guys did it! That’s amazing.”

We continue our game of a million questions for a few more hours of the drive while listening to music in the background. One question leads to more conversations and I feel like I’ve talked more genuinely about myself than I have in years. It’s so refreshing. At the halfway point we pull off in a small diner and eat a quick early dinner before Folio takes over for his leg of the drive.

The great music and conversation make the last hours of the trip fly by, before I know it we are passing the Colorado state line in the late evening and finally pull into the resort’s long drive way at nearly 3 am for our check-in. I take a deep breath, “okay, are you ready fake boyfriend?” I ask him and he gives a mock salute, “oh I’m ready girlfriend, it’s gonna be a good time.”

next chapter ->

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weed-ols · 9 months

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Reviewing Every UKISS Release: By Unpopular Demand ~ New Generation

Oh the great psychic damage I've inflicted on myself to do this. I was so excited, thinking about how this would let me gush about Bran New Kiss or Inside of Me, but unfortunately, I must start at the dreaded beginning: New Generation.

I will admit that this wasn't as bad as I expected. There was a lot of cringing, a lot of "oh baby what are you doing?" being whispered, but not the total trainwreck I had built up in my head. To be totally honest, I think that these two songs could've been pretty decent with better packaging and fully embracing the campiness, but I digress.

Just for funsies, I've also noted the YouTube and Spotify streams (if applicable) from the day I did the review. Dunno what to make of it yet, but I'm sure it'll be interesting.

(Also I like how I slowly become more and more unhinged as I type this review out.)

New Generation - 1st Mini Album | 2008.09.03

So I was already listening to Kpop around this time, but like most people, paid like zero attention to this because I liked the bigger and more popular and better packaged boy groups at the time. I was also just developing my logical reasoning when this came out, so I don't really remember much about this. No idea what the general feel/reception for this was, and I think the first time I listened to this was probably late 2009 after ManManHaNi, and somehow I remember really liking this at the time.

Obviously, time soured my opinion of this mini album, but now as an adult with a mostly functioning prefrontal cortex, I can say I don't really hate it? I hate the packaging of this mini album, but it's oddly endearing in how poorly it's aged.

Another thing I noticed while going back over this is how hard Soohyun, Kevin, and even Kibum carry in these first two releases. I'm not knocking on the others, and it makes sense since Soohyun had been a trainee the longest under some bigger companies, while Kevin and Kibum had both already debuted. They just seem a lot more polished in all aspects, and a lot more committed to the cheesiness. I'm probably not gonna rank them for later releases, but for this one, I think I'd put them as Kevin > Soohyun >> Kibum >>> Dongho > Eli/Xander.

While I don't have my personal rankings of them from that time (based solely off of how much I liked them, irrespective of ability, commitment, etc), I think based off of how I viewed them in 2009, it would be probably Dongho > Kibum > Xander/Kevin > Soohyun/Eli. Yeah, I was a delusional kid who had a crush on Dongho since he was closest in age to me, Kibum and Kevin were both flower boys and good dancers, while Xander was a fellow Canto speaker with an accent I could understand, plus he was funny. Soohyun and Eli were really victims of poor styling at the time, but who wasn't?

Now onto the actual songs -

Intro (Pump Pump) | YouTube Music 10k | Spotify 3.4k

I actually kinda really like this?

Catchy, more mature than Not Young, but also not inappropriately so, and it's got a cute cheeky and fun vibe?

If they turned this into the title track, maybe they would've had a fighting chance in the bloodbath that was 2008 boy group debuts

Not Kevin and Soohyun actually being able to show off their singing here more than in the actual album songs

There's like a random gunshot(?) sound and I don't really understand it

The Kibum-Kevin-Soohyun verse is kinda interesting, and by interesting, I mean it feels like they did Kibum dirty by drawing that comparison, but like also there's no other way to structure it since he is their next best vocalist

Common UKISS intro W I don't think I've ever disliked any of their intros 7.75/10

Not Young (Audio) | YouTube Music 367k | Spotify 132k

The opening quite literally gives me psychic damage, while also making me coo like an affectionate auntie watching her stupid nephews do dumb shit

Kevin's voice unsurprisingly suits this very well, that honey-like voice was made for this kind of cheese, and boy is he hard carrying

Soohyun, bless his heart, is kind of both actively ruining and saving this song

Like he's hard carrying too, and that "You gonna be my lady, yoohoo~" actually goes so hard, but his voice just sounds...way too mature for this

Which makes me wonder if this was a directional problem, or if he just wasn't able to do it at this time because he nails this concept 7 years later for Action (spoiler I guess)

Really love that first prechorus, I don't know what it is, but that Kibum-Soohyun-Kevin buildup really works well

Lyrically, I think the YT comments actually sum it up for me - "We're the new kids on this block" vs. "Stop treating us like kids" - which is it make up your minds

Also shoutout for being their first and only noona-chasing song they really never revisited this concept ever again

Really funny that Dongho is the only one at the right age to make this concept work (and maybe Eli and Kevin too, possibly Kibum if we're being generous) but he gets like 3 lines

I also found a super old live radio version of this song from their promotional period, and yes it's in the crunchiest potato quality imaginable, but it was insightful

Soohyun and Kevin sound great as always, Kibum's voice actually felt much stronger than in the actual song or in music shows, and the rap line was there

Hard carried by Soohyun and Kevin, Kibum did his job, Dongho was there, and RIP to Eli and Xander for that awful last verse (80% not their fault)

6.5/10, needs more commitment to being cheesy and to not the title track

Not Young (MV) | Fan upload 703k

You know, I feel a lot of my bad feelings for the song come from the MV

Like the psychic damage this video inflicts should be studied

Love the fact there's no official MV uploaded so there's only a crunchy fan upload to watch

I actually don't know if this is the same upload I watched back in the day, but the date doesn't seem to line up?

Anyway, crunchy potato quality is completely on brand, YouTube is telling me it's 480p but this feels like 240p at best

The stupid Windows Movie Maker transitions are taking me out

So like we all know NH is a broke ass bitch, so I wanna know if this is actually like a member's house, a staff member's house, or if they just rented it

Dongho's mom's hair is like peak Asian Mom hair like I knew so many women with that exact hairstyle, and not the skin-toned lipstick everyone wore back then

Kevin's hair and outfit are peak 'flower-boy-wannabe-bad-boy' like we all thought that hair was soooo hot, and you were either drowning in your own clothes or cutting off your circulation with no middle ground, and this was a cross-cultural phenomenon

Honestly, I feel like you could just go to a local school and see a bunch of boys dressed like this

Xander's Ronald McDonald hair I'm so sorry you had to go through that

The High School Musical-esque dance scenes have me in tears like those basketball jerseys are so goofy and Kevin's legs are lost in the fabric

Flower boy haircuts from this time are like basically the precursor to Karen cuts *cue Abby Lee Miller voice "she's got a really cool and trendy haircut it's like long in the front and short in the back"

Also his eyebrows from this time are tragic, those were dark dark times

This was also a peak fashion look for us girls back then, and you know what, it's still kinda cute

This was so serious for them I'm crying

I still don't quite understand this part

RANDOM PRE-DEBUT KISEOP CAMEO!!!!! I don't remember if he was on set because he was covering for his friend, or if his friend invited him to be an extra, but I just love that he's technically been there from the start

Is he supposed to be the antagonist of the MV? Like I get the plot is they're trying to impress their noona and whatever but like is he supposed to be her boyfriend or something, and they're gonna beat his ass in basketball to win her over???

If that's the plot, they need to get Kevin off their team that boy cannot run

No comment on Dongho's hair that's just tragic

But this whole scene takes me out like this is peak comedy

Why is Kevin perched on the bench like that, why are Dongho and Soohyun sitting on the floor and why is Soohyun grinning like a maniac, is Eli okay???

You may not like it, but this is peak male performance

This frame is a work of art

So so serious for them, I can taste the cheese

This is honestly so confusing I don't get it, but I guess I'm not galaxy-brained enough. Like did they not have enough footage or something? Is there a scene change quota they had to meet or what?

I love that every single part of this MV can be carbon dated, and not one bit aged well, and I just think that's so iconic

So I've come up with two different ratings for this MV

12/10 if you take this completely unseriously like this is so funny, so poorly aged, so cringe, it's amazing. Even while cringing, I still had fun

3.5/10 if you take this seriously, like wtf was NH thinking (spoiler, they were not)? Like even when I first watched this as a kid (and within their target age demographic!!! I, a young elementary school girl who was entrenched in East Asian media and came from a similar cultural background!!!!) it was pretty cringe. I'm giving it pity points because Soohyun was so committed to this and the funny Kiseop cameo.

Honestly, I feel like you could just go to a local school and see a bunch of boys dressed like thispoorly aged, so cringe, it's amazing. Even while cringing, I still had fun

Not Young (Stages) | Highest viewed 191k Music Core

Again, I never watched these when they first came out, and I also don't think I watched any of these very much prior to doing this

Not gonna talk about their actual debut stage because that's like 8 pixels total

Also not doing all of their stages, just Music Core because it's actually in really good quality

Look at those fits that was peak fashion in 2008

Dongho's silly little cardigan and bowtie, Kevin's goofy polka dot sweater vest, Soohyun with the plaid vest and random sweatband, Kibum with a random tie, Eli wearing a hoodie I swear every boy had it's a real time capsule

Yeah, I'm grabbing screencaps on mute I'm not subjecting myself to this psychic damage

The multiple bracelets is so real that was such look back then

I remember I used to collect those cheap rubber bracelets to try to recreate that look

This is such an unserious part of the choreo but I will admit it's very cute in a stupid way

Also, all I can think of is the other members talking about how they think his hands are freakish and alien-like, and I think that's just foul of them, but also not undeserved considering how snarky Kevin was in those early days

Oh Soohyun, I'm so sorry they did you dirty like this

Like it's incredible how he de-ages himself a few years later when he gets decent hair and styling

And he was so committed to this like he's literally beaming while everyone else is just smiling

He also winked right before this Soohyun is the cutest I swear

Eli's comically large chain

The dance is cute, but also insanely cringy because they're kind of taking it too seriously and not as full-on campy cheese

Like I said before, Soohyun, Kevin, and Kibum really stand out here as being much more polished and cleaner in their dancing, are clearly committed to the character, and have a good eye for the camera

Dongho is also a standout because wow I forgot he had that je ne sais quoi stage presence

There's a lot of moments where the dancing doesn't quite sync up, and I think it's fairly obvious that they're still very new as a group

They have backup dancers, though not in this particular stage, but I think they had them for their actual debut stage and Music Bank

So I lied, let's check out the Music Bank stage

This actually is from before the Music Core stage (MuCore is listed as 2008.09.27, while the MuBank is supposedly from 2008.09.12)

I didn;t mention this before, but I'm fairly certain the MuCore stage is lipsynced, but the MuBank stage is definitely live

Terrible quality pic, but these were some other peak 2008 fits

I knew so many guys who had Kevin's hoodie

And not Soohyun's trash bag jacket

Soohyun and Kevin are already very good and stable at singing live and making it seem easy, while Kibum definitely struggles a bit

Honestly, I wonder if NH invested in more singing lessons for him, if Kibum could've ended up where Kiseop is now - a solid subvocalist who can also hold his own and step up to being a vocalist

I just watched this dude pull his shirt up over his head for this and no, I don't understand this part of the choreo

I don't really know much about rapping and don't have many particular thoughts on it, but Xander and Eli can be heard clearly, so that's a good thing, right?

Honestly, just ranking both of these stages as 4.5/10

MuCore stage was in better camera quality, sharper and more coordinated group dancing, but probably lipsynced and no funny backup dancers

MuBank is like 360p max and kind of a mess, but I always love hearing Soohyun and Kevin singing live, and there are funny backup dancers

Give It To Me (Audio) | YouTube Music 43k | Spotify 7.9k

I honestly had zero recollection of this song at all

So if Not Young is borderline age inappropriate for being too immature, Give It To Me swings wildly in the opposite direction and teeters into being too mature

Xander, Soohyun, and arguably Kibum are old enough for this song, while Dongho is way too young, and Eli and Kevin are either barely old enough or still young (my personal opinion, based off of some of the lyrics, but the stage of this song is actually fine)

Honestly should've been the title track, they 100% would have had a fighting chance at debut and be remembered as either 'cool new rookie group' or 'wildly inappropriate rookie group', but both are better than 'cringe rookie group'

This is like a proto-Quintessential UKISS™ song - dance beat, Soohyun doing adlibs like rent's due, Eli dropping horrifically funny one liners, and the singing dominating the rapping in all aspects

Now if only this song was a "baby I love you even though you cheated on me pls come back" song

Hard carried by Soohyun and Kevin, who are both surprisingly singing lower than what they usually do, and also do not have a shouting match at any of the song (!!!)

Does that count as early installment weirdness?

Special shoutout to Kibum who actually sounds really good for his two lines. Dunno if his voice just suits this kind of song, or if this is just a more comfortable range for him, but he sounds much better here

Another special shoutout to Dongho for having no lines, you're doing amazing sweatie <3

"And u're so tight" Eli why did you say it like that

"My boo" #1

"Shorty/shawty/whatever tf they say" #1

Does this count as a UKISS Sex Song? Feels gross typing that out, but like looking at the lyrics, I think it does?

UKISS Sex Song #1

6.75/10, knocked off points for being age inappropriate, Eli's rancid one liner (which did make me laugh), and the terrible lyrics in the rapping

Give It To Me (Stage) | Fan upload 15k

I had no idea they did a stage for this

Also, why is this actually better than Not Young?

Love the black/white/gold scheme going on

Also, these are peak Bad Boy circa 2008 looks I would've gone crazy for these guys back then

The trashbag bootcut pants, the random embellishments, the fingerless gloves, Xander rocking the shirt tied around the waist, whatever the heck Eli's accessories are, and the tragic and dramatic 2008 hair? I would've honestly lost my shit

Wait oh my god those aren't bootcut pants those are skinny pants with leg warmers oh my goddddd iconic

So are these the same gloves from Tick Tack? Also Eli wtf is that on your neck???

It's hard to tell if this is sung live or not, but what I do know is Soohyun is making his singing expressions, so I think it's live, with slightly off audio? It's hard to tell honestly, maybe the mics were bad?

Why was this not their actual debut? This is literally what was considered so 2008 cool, the outfits were peak bad boy fashion, and the choreo is very much a product of its time (not derogatory)

Also got a good chuckle with Soohyun being the centre for the dance break while flanked by Kevin and Kibum, it's what he deserves

7.75/10 much better than Not Young in terms of dancing and coordination (makes sense, this is dated 2008.11.06), the outfits are 2008 stylish, and they all seem so much more comfortable with this?

That concludes this review of New Generation. You know, there were a lot of emotions going through this, a lot of "why does NH not think?" and "oh my god sweetie, I'm so sorry they did this to you", and "what were we all smoking back in 2008 to consider this cool?", but I think I had fun while doing this.

I have most of the notes for Bring It Back2 Old School written out, so now it's just a matter of editing and collecting screenshots, which honestly pains me to think about. If New Generation was a dark time in UKISS history, Bring It Back2 Old School is purgatory.

So fun bonus fun fact, if you've made it to the end:

I don't know how many people know this since I also found this out not too long ago while digging around, but XING, the old group that Kevin and Kibum were a part of was an absolute disaster in like every possible way. I got some of this info in English, and the rest in a bad KR-EN translation (so possibly inaccurate), but apparently the XING CEO was actually a former SM CEO who worked there around 2000-2003ish before getting ousted by the board of directors, and was responsible in part for the famous slave contracts.

So out of spite, said CEO took a bunch of SM-affiliated trainees (from my understanding, they were sort of on a shortlist to get into SM) and founded his own company to compete with SM with these new trainees and his new boy group. XING was an absolute disaster for only being around for 4 years with 5 different lineups and 18 total members having been involved. Kevin and Kibum were part of the original lineup, but Kibum bailed after a few months with the excuse of 'focusing on his education', while Kevin stayed long enough to go from maknae to leader, before dipping after the third lineup (also, according to the article I read, he was the CEO's favourite because he thought he had star potential lol). A bunch of the guys who left sued the company around 2008-2009, and got their contracts terminated.

It's hard to understand what the contracts said exactly because of the shitty translation, but it was something like exclusive 10 year contract that will be extended if a member takes personal breaks, goes to school, enlists in military, and/or goes on health leave and profits would only be paid out in fixed amounts after selling 500k (or 250k I can't remember but it was some crazy amount) units (unclear if this means total albums, or just for one release).

Apparently in 2010ish, the CEO was talking about having a 'XING family reunion concert' and asked all the guys about it and got left on read, so then he finally let the name die and moved on to terrorizing more boys (no for real, he allegedly threw a bottle of alcohol at one of the XING guys when he told him about wanting to leave).

#ukiss #uwukiss #everything was so low budget i'm crying #like i'm sorry but it feels like they were set up like i don't think the other groups' debuts were a secret #and they were given this to compete with them that smells like foul play

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gilly-moon · 9 months

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Ooh Iwaoi for the ask game? ^^

when I started shipping it if I did:

It took a while into the manga/anime for me to warm up to Oikawa (and by association, Iwa). But man, that second match between Karasuno and Seijoh fully wrecked me. Oikawa became my favorite character, and Iwaoi overtook Kuroken as my favorite ship.

my thoughts:

Honestly I just want to take this space to gush about how much I love Oikawa. He's the real reason I like this ship (no shade to Iwa, he's super likeable on his own too) and remains one of my favorite anime characters of all time. The struggle he goes through as someone who worked hard as hell to be as good as he is, only to watch some kid come in on 'natural talent' and threaten his spot on the team, like...damn, that's not an easy thing to go through as a high schooler. The scene where he almost attacks Kageyama is heart-breaking, and I love that Iwa is there to knock him back to his senses. I love that he's imperfect, and gets angry, and flirts WAY too much - and yet, he's the glue that holds his team together. He's hyper aware of the strengths and weaknesses of those around him, and can even take a clumsy team of total strangers and transform them into a well-oiled machine. He's boastful and proud and a little mean, but his team know this and accept him anyway because he's still their friend. They (mainly Iwa and the other third-years) balance him out, calling him out or making fun of his behavior when he deserves it, but always having his back when he needs them. UGHH I could go on all day but. Yeah. He just means a lot to me.

What makes me happy about them:

I love that Iwa keeps Oikawa honest and in line. Iwa's always there to knock Oikawa down a peg or call him Shittykawa when he's genuinely doing something stupid or egotistical. He doesn't take any of his crap, but it's so obviously coming from a place of care and love. He knows there's a good person underneath the boastful exterior, but he also knows that Oikawa's pride isn't baseless. When he needs to, he lets Oikawa take the spotlight and shine, and supports him without question. And Oikawa knows this. He relies heavily on Iwa. His pride has historically been a fragile thing, a cover for so many insecurities that he buries down until they fester into anger. Without Iwa there to guide him and keep him grounded, he may not have been as successful or stable as he turned out to be. Constantly, they're working to support each other's strengths, whether on the court or in their personal relationship. They're childhood friends, they're lovers, they're soulmates, and time or distance will never break their bond.

What makes me sad about them:

That they never got to wreck Shiratorizawa in an official match. Ok, well, in truth it's that I think they'd have a really rocky relationship before any sort of happy ending. There are a few doujins by Gusari (aka the mangaka for Given) where they end up together in highschool, but break it off, only to reunite later after college and...I honestly think that's the truth. I think Oikawa's insecurities would effect him getting into a relationship with someone who knows him so deeply. He'd get defensive, Iwa would get frustrated, they'd fight, and break it off, only to spend several miserable years alone before finding each other again. It's part of what I love about them - this idea that they're imperfect, and fight their way back to each other because of how deep their love goes - but man I have shed many tears over this concept.

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Disregarding that Oikawa has insecurities. Or only depicting him as prideful and flirty, and antagonistic to his rivals. He is all of those things, but he's also more. SO much more. I'm also not a fan of when Iwa is bashful or shy when it comes to intimacy. He can be just as pushy as Oikawa if not more, and taking that away from him feels so wrong.

things I look for in fanfic:

Bottom Oikawa :) and either hints or full-on deep dives into his insecurities. I'm also a fan of situations where Iwa gets rightfully fed up with Oikawa, and Oikawa has to come clean about whatever he was doing because he's terrified of losing his best friend (usually resulting in a confession).

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Honestly? No one. These two are soulmates.

My happily ever after for them:

Kind of already mentioned it earlier, but a reconciliation after being apart for many years is my ideal. Whether that's an AU ending where they're working & living in the same city, or the canon ending where they figure out how to make long-distance work. These two are the type of couple where, even if years pass between seeing each other, as soon as they're together, it's like they were never apart. (And I usually hate endings where a couple is long-distance or always apart, so it says a lot to the strength of their relationship that I think they could do just that and still be happy)

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Both!!

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Other than volleyball, they seem like the type of couple to really enjoy going out for food, or cooking meals together. They have activities that they like more individually, but they both agree on food. It's very domestic and couple-y but is also something they probably did a lot when they were still just friends, so a dinner date is really low-stress for them.

#iwaoi #god i missed talking about these two #time to go reread all those doujins

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whatyourusherthinks · 8 months

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Howl's Movie Castle Review

What's with the Ghibli movies? Well the theater is just doing a month of Miyazaki films right now, and I'm taking the opportunity to watch all of them and lessen my Ghibli blind spot. And boy howdy, am I glad I am. Next week is My Neighbor Totoro, but I've seen that before so I'm not sure if I'll review it.

What's The Movie About?

Sophie is a quiet haberdasher who one day gets saved by a very handsome wizard, cursed by a witch to become old, then works for the handsome wizard as his housecleaner while trying to break her curse and get him to fall in love with her. Howl is the name of the wizard, by the way. (I feel like my synopses get worse every review.) Also, war is happening and it's bad.

What I Like.

There is so much about this movie that specifically tickles me. Obviously the animation is excellent, it's Studio Ghibli. With Howl's specifically I was admiring the backgrounds, I love how busy they are with little trinkets and knickknacks all over the titular castle. I also really like the characters. Sophie is an almost perfect protagonist for me. She's driven, yet not obnoxious. She can be both funny and dramatic, she makes a positive impact on everyone she meets, but she's also flawed. Howl's gonna get his own paragraph, but I love all the Moving Castle family members. I really like Markl's wizard disguise. Calcifer is also great and funny, I really like how demons work in the movie. I'm totally gonna steal the swallowing stars to turn your heart into a demon thing for an RPG, it's so cool. I also really like the Witch of the Wastes, and I like that even after she is welcomed the family she's still very selfish and vice-prone. And there's even a dog character I like! I really love the magic in the movie. I don't know if I can explain this properly, but I love when magic is unknowable but has definitions. Like when a fantasy story has a wizard who just seems to be able to do whatever they hell they want just by flicking their wrist or whispering a word, and then they come across something magical and they turn to their non-magic friends and is like "These are the Runes of Shiiiiiiiii'rak. I read a tome that will help me translate the spell they inscribe." I think that's cool. I don't mind if a story goes full unknowable or reality warping magic, but I find stories that try to explain magic fully get bogged down by minutia of it all and rarely ever make sense. I also really like when magic has a lot of physical components to it, like magicians need to take damage or physically manipulate magic to get their spells to work, like when Howl removes the Witch's message from the table. The worldbuilding in this movie is fantastic. I mentioned the demon heart thing, but I also like the designs of the flying machines that the two nations have, the goop creatures employed by both the Witch of the Wastes and the armies are kinda freaky to be honest, and again, the Moving Castle looks so cool! The movie starts with a shot of the Castle, which is the perfect opening. The final shot is also perfect, now that I think about it.

And finally, Howl. This portion is literally just going to be gushing about how hot he is, so skip to the next session if you don't care. He is so goddamn sexy. I almost never get on with playboy characters, because more often than not their personalities are so horrendous that it makes no sense that anyone would want to sleep with them. I totally get why Howl has the reputation he has. Not only is his first introduction with Sophie incredibly smooth, he actually has a pretty likable personality. I mean, he has his moments of being obnoxious, but once they explain why I totally sympathized. Also, and this is obviously just a me thing, but I liked all his monstrous forms. I like birds, and monsters, and he's a bird monster. Basically it doesn't matter what he looked like, I'd still let him fuck me if he wanted. I'm not sorry.

What I Didn't Like.

Admittedly, the story feels like two plots that don't quite mesh together. I wouldn't even call it a case of "we're just examining what this world is like" since they are both equally prominent in the story. It just feels like the curse story wasn't long enough for a feature film so they added the anti-war story as well. Also, there was like one scene where Howl is a bitch and Sophie runs off to cry and I wasn't sure why it was happening, but I got to see Ghibli's gorgeous tears animation and so I ain't mad.

Final Summation.

As of time of writing, I have seen 5 Ghibli/Hayao Miyazaki movies. This, Spirited Away, My Neighbor Totoro, Ponyo, and The Boy and the Heron. I like them all. But Howl's is my favorite.

Listen. It may not be the most polished movie ever. The plot is more like two smashed together. But goddamn do I like the characters. And goddamn is the world cool. And goddamn is the animation gorgeous. And goddamn is Howl HOT! GET OFF MY BACK SPIRITED AWAY STANS!

#Howl's Moving Castle #Recommended Movies

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mlynar-nearl · 1 year

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idea for black hats: mlynar gets badly injured in an operation and while delirious from treatment mistakes margaret and maria for their parents and calls them by their names (bets up on whether or not this makes maria cry)

little did you know that when people send me things on my tumblr for me to write they get posted here first <:D

margaret didn't flow into it as i wrote nor did i exactly go with the idea that he's delirious but i kept the spirit of maria hearing things he wants to say to her father, ideally in private. featuring good uncle toland, because, well, i like them normal amount.

Maria Nearl got paged from her work station when her uncle had stumbled into a Rhodes Island branch office in outer Kazimierz, bleeding badly.

Specifically, three hours before Maria Nearl was paged, her uncle walked in to a Rhodes Island branch office currently thirty miles from the Grand Knight Territory, said "I'm done with my assignment" and promptly removed one hand from his side to reveal a gushing wound.

In true Młynar fashion, he had then attempted to insist to the office workers that he was fine and just needed to borrow some bandages before passing out with all the timing of a bad joke.

In the intervening time, medical personnel had extracted him to the landship for recovery, at which point, Maria Nearl had been paged and informed, since her older sister was still in the Grand Knight Territory, and she was the closest family member. This was not for purely emotional reasons- truthfully, in addition to sharing hair color, hair type, and eyes, all of the surviving Nearls share a blood type, and are all far too altruistic at heart to say no to giving blood.

So, an hour total after her unconscious uncle arrived at Rhodes Island and she was informed of the situation, Maria Nearl sits at his bedside drinking a Siesta Sun juice pouch after having donated as much blood as physically possible.

Her entire life, her uncle has always looked tired, pale, and worn. To be honest, if you had asked her, she would have thought he was always at close to his worst. But maybe that's the naivete he always tells her she's full of, because he looks even worse now.

Maria pauses halfway through a drink of her juice pouch. By now, it's not the first time she's seen people get hurt- seriously hurt, even some die, no matter what they do and no matter what she does. But this is different. She remembers grandfather's condition deteriorating over time after Margaret left, when he and Młynar argued over him having to move to the hospital, and then that decision was made for them, and then he was gone. She tugs off her other work glove and fits her hand into her uncle's. She feels him stir a little at the touch, and sits up.

"Wujek Młynar?"

He moves again, but Maria can tell that he's still primarily unconscious. "Schnitz..."

Even though she doesn't want to go anywhere, it feels like an intrusion to keep listening. She squeezes her hand. "I'm here, uncle."

"You should see your daughters, Schnitzel," Młynar slurs, half-asleep. "You never got to see Maria grow up. You said in your letters you were guessing her first word...would have learned so much from you..."

Maria knows. She read those letters. "It's okay, uncle. I learned from you, too. You were everything I needed. I promise." She squeezes his hand tighter. "You're going to be alright."

Młynar fidgets as if he's about to wake up. "Schnitz, please, don't go, I can't-"

Maria squeezes him tighter. "It's okay uncle, it's okay, papa's gone, it's just me..." She realizes that she's crying. She wipes her eyes frantically with her free hand, and sets down her juice pouch.

Behind her, there's a knock at the door. She sits up quickly, not letting go of her uncle's hand. "Um-- hello?"

"It's just me, kid," Toland Cash says. "Can I come in?"

"Oh- of course, Mr. Toland..."

Maria hears the door open and close, but doesn't turn around to look at him. So she's startled when a sarkaz hand lands gently on her head, right between her ears. She squeaks.

"Take a deep breath, Maria."

"I- I--" She pauses, then starts crying again.

"Come on, come on," Toland says softly, giving her a soft pat. "I know Młynar better than anyone on this world and he wouldn't want you freaking out. He's going to be fine. He's seen worse."

That almost makes Maria cry harder.

Toland pats her head gently again. "It's alright, it's alright."

Maria wipes her eyes with her free hand. "It's just that-"

"Just that what?"

"You sound just like him!" Maria exclaims, almost a wail.

Toland pauses, then bursts into laughter. "Fuck! I think I do!"

The fact that he's laughing makes Maria start laughing, until she's giggling and crying at the same time. Toland sits down next to her. "Don't worry, okay? It's just blood loss. He'll make it back. I babysat him once while some of my guys did the same treatment."

"I don't remember uncle talking in his sleep."

"Has he been?"

"Mhm."

Toland laughs, leaning back in his chair. "That's because he only talks nonsense when he's on painkillers, little Maria."

"Nonsense?"

Toland shrugs. "Not quite nonsense, but it's talking in your sleep. It doesn't always make sense."

"What did he talk about when you did this before?"

Toland pauses, remembers for a minute, then breaks into a fond grin. "He was reading a picture book to his future niece. This would have been a few weeks after he found out your parents were expecting Margaret."

Maria smiles to herself, and squeezes her uncle's hand again. Młynar whispers something intended for her father that she can't hear.

"What did he talk about this time?" Toland asks. Maria's face falls a little.

"He was talking to papa."

"It's okay." Toland leans over and ruffles her hair. "You can stay, if you want."

"Please."

Maria quickly falls asleep with her head resting on her uncle's chest. When he wakes up several hours later, when the sun is setting, he gently removes his hand from hers and wraps his arm around her. He's interrupted on his path back to sleep by Toland kissing his forehead, which he makes a grumpy noise about. Toland grins at how cute he is, and lets them rest.

#ash answers #anonymous #ash writes #ending feels scuffed but I got it done and that's what matters BABY

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thatyamiguy-blog · 2 years

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Just a fucking diaper pail! (Dragon ball Z, Fucking DARK!!!)

Gohan was in hell. Pure utter unending hell, and he'd been trapped there for the past three months. Once he had been the savoir of earth, and one of it's strongest warriors. But these days the 17 year old spent his days on his knee's in his little brothers room, wrists bound to his ankles and wearing a make shift diaper made from a trash bag around his hips. His once well developed muscles had turned to flab from months of inactivity and there was dried stains around his mouth and on his chest from the only thing Gohan was allowed to eat anymore. For you see, three months ago Gohan had gone to bed as a high schooler..and woken up as his little brothers diaper pail.

For Goten, the plan had actually been in motion for 5 months, and it had come to him one day while Trunks and Goten had been playing and ignored the urge to stop and use the rest room since they were having so much fun. Gohan had been watching them and kept trying to urge them to come inside and use the potty but the boys had ignored him till well, the inevitable happened. Trunks had soaked his blue shorts and Goten had filled the seat of his orange pants. Gohan had NOT been pleased and scolded them the whole time while helping them get cleaned up, and had called them a couple of pants wetting and pooping babies and while they're pants hung on the line had made the pair wear makeshift diapers, made from some safety pins and thick towels. Both boys had been embarrassed at first, but after half a hour they both started to like the feeling of the thick towel diapers and whined when Gohan was ready to let them back into their big boy clothes. It wasn't until later on while Goten was having a sleep over at Trunk's house that the boys had gushed about how right wearing diapers had been, but they BOTH knew that there was no way their mothers or in trunks case, his father, would ever be done with the idea. "There's gotta be something we can do to get diapers." Trunks had whined, wearing half of all of his undies to simulate a diaper. "Well I suppose we could use the dragon balls, make it a wish." Goten had replied wearing the other half. "I think they still have two months to go till they recharge though. we ended up using them for all that chocolate and stuff about a year ago when our mom's went on that 'sugar is bad' kick." "Oh yeahhh..well I suppose waiting a few months won't be THAT bad."

In the months that followed, Trunks and Goten made sure to have a few more accidents while it was Gohan watching them, and Gohan started to get more and more frustrated with the boys, since he knew by now he was the only one getting stuck washing out poopie undies and wet pants. "Do you two just get a sick joy out of watching me have to wash your shit out of your undies? what is wrong with you!?! Do you wanna be treated like big dumb babies!?!" Gohan had yelled. "One more accident and I'm telling mom, Bulma AND Vegeta, and we'll see if you two making me deal with your shit is still so funny!" The treat of Vegeta finding out scared Trunks who had a honest fear based accident and was left bawling, something that Goten refused to forgive.

three months ago Goten and Trunks had been having anther sleep over when they snuck out of the house with the dragon radar. of course they didn't escape totally unnoticed, Vegeta had felt their power levels as they flew of, but with it being Vegeta, he just didn't give a shit and went back to sleep. It had taken them only a few hours to gather all the dragon balls and before they went to activate them, Goten and Trunks talked over what they planned to do. "ok..so just so we're sure..do we wanna be treated like big babies and be in diapers, or do we wanna be just diaper wearing big boys with no control?" Goten asked. "Nggggh..I dunno. I like the idea of sleeping in a crib, but if we're babies we won't get to go out and have a lot of adventures." Trunks said rubbing his head. "Hmmm What about they see us as helpless diaper fillers and but still let us be big kids? just with cribs and stuff?" Goten asked. "Yeah! that could work! Though Gohan's still likely gonna be a stinky head about it." Trunks said, happy at first then pouting. "Hehehe..Don't worry about Gohan, I've got a idea for hi, but it's gonna take the other two wishes." Goten said with a evil crackle. "Heh, This is gonna be good." Summoning Shenron was a old hat for the boys by this point, and the dragon sighed as he saw who it was. "DOES ANYONE ELSE EVER EVEN TRY TO FIND THESE DAMN THINGS ANYMORE!?!" The dragon growled then added. "HAS IT EVEN BEEN A GOD DAMN YEAR?!?" "Uh..One year exactly mister dragon sir." Goten squeaked, shaking a little. "I SWEAR TO KAMI, IF YOU MAKE ME SUMMON A BUNCH OF SWEETS FOR YOU AGAIN.." The dragon threatened. "No no no! It's not that! And we're not bringing someone back from the dead either!" "...VERY WELL. PROCEED WITH YOUR WISHES." "For our first wish, me and Trunks wanna be incontinent diaper needing boys, who sleep in cribs and have nursery's, but still get semi treated like big boys.Oh and our parents and everyone think we've always been like this." Goten said, with Trunk nodding lots and grinning. "...I REALLY NEED TO TALK TO DENDE ABOUT LIMITING WHAT CAN BE WISHED FOR." The dragon said, sweat dropping. "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED!" and as the dragons eyes shone, the boys pants instantly puffed out as the dragon took the liberty of making it so they would only have the thickest, puffiest diapers, even as the minds of the parents were altered. "Holy crud! Look at how thick your diapies are Goten!" trunks squealed, grinning like a fool and pointing at Goten's crotch and butt. "You too!" Goten squealed, pointing at Trunks's. "SO WAS THIS IT? CAN I GO NOW?" The dragon asked. "Nuh-uh! we still have two wishes!" Goten said and wagged a finger at the dragon. "...AND WITH WHAT YOUR FIRST ONE WAS FOR, I SHUDDER TO THINK OF WHAT YOUR NEXT TWO WILL BE." "Are you always this grumpy?" Trunks huffed. "You have two adorable big babies in front of you! have can you be such a downer!" "I'M NOT GOING TO DIGNIFY THAT WITH A ANSWER. MAKE YOUR WISHES SO I CAN GO AND FORGET ALL ABOUT THIS." "For our second wish, I want my big brother, Son Gohan, to be a human diaper pail, forced to eat dirty and wet diapers and helpless to do anything but sit in the corner of my nursery, fully aware!" Goten said. "..Dude what?" Trunks asked. "..WHAT HE SAID...YOU YOUNG MAN, NEED TO GET HELP..BUT YOUR WISH IS GRANTED!" Back at the son household, Gohan would find himself poofing from his bed, and suddenly dressed in what would be his new norm, in the corner of a nursery as his mind spun trying to figure out what had just happened. "uh..Goten..i know Gohan was being a butt to us.. but even if I was done with force feeding him poopie diapers, isn't your mom or like..ANYONE ELSE gonna notice that he's gone?" Trunks asked. "Pffft, you assume I haven't thought of that!" Goten said, waving a hand at Trunks. "That's because I've seen you struggle to finish a 8 piece puzzle." "The pieces all looked the same! anyways! Dragon, for our third and final wish, I wish for everyone but myself and trunks to forget about Gohan and for everyone but me and trunks just see him as a actual diaper pail." "SWEET MOTHER OF KAMI.. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? UGGGH..AND TO THINK I'M MISSING THE DAYS WHEN I WAS ASKED TO SUMMON A PAIR OF PANTIES..FINE YOUR WISH IS GRANTED YOUR LITTLE PSYCHOPATH." Shenron said, and with that, the dragon balls scatter and turned to stone.

It was three days before Goten finally explained to Gohan what had happened to him, and he'd enjoyed hearing the pathetic whimpers and watching the tears flow down Gohans cheek as chichi would kick him in the junk to get his mouth open, and then stuff a wet or messy or both diaper down the former ace students mouth. All Gohan could do though while it was being explained was whimper and chew as Goten had just had a diaper change. "So yeah, you're stuck like this, eating shit, chowing down on diapers, till I either get bored of it, you break, or I decide to have pity on you..but it's gonna take at a year before I have to decide what to do with you. By then I bet you'll be so fucking broken, you won't even be able to function anymore." Goten teased, pinching and rubbing Gohan's nipples. "maybe if your a good little diaper pail, and start to thank me for feeding you, I'll at least jack you off once in awhile, but I wouldn't hold my waiting on that. And it would only be after mom's 'change the bag in the diaper pail' that i would think about doing it." Goten sneered. Gohan whimpered and swallowed the last of the diaper gagging but unable to throw up and glared at Goten. "I'll never thank you for this!" "We'll see~"

After three months of the torment, Gohan was ashamed to admit it, but he was losing the battle. much as Goten had predicted, he was finding himself spacing out more and more,and just thinking of himself as a diaper pail. and one thing he hadn't taken into account when Goten had offered up a hand job now and then was that he'd been a chronic masturbater before this, and his sex drive hadn't diminished. Having gone from jerking off 10 times a day to unable to please himself, Gohan was ashamed to admit that when Trunks and Goten would spend hours twisting and playing with his nipples, Gohan would be left a moaning mess, cock drool leaking into his trash bag. Today Trunks was over, which meant double diaper eating and Kami help him, Gohan's cock was leaking at the idea of it. Of course he was ashamed of himself but there was nothing he could do to help himself. So when Chichi lead the boys in, both of them in just they're tops and sagging diapers, even as the smell of them assaulted his nose, Gohan started to beg, knowing chi-chi couldn't hear him. "G-Goten. Trunks..P-Please.I-I wanna be your good little diaper pail! I looove eating your p-poopie diapers." he lied. the boys only looked at each other and giggled, as Chi-chi was changing them, and she just chalked it up to them being ticklish, or just being little silly pants. "I just..Goten please..I need to cum. PLEASE jerk your dumb little diaper pail off while he eats your poopie diapers! Goten PLEASE! I'm begging you!" Gohan sobbed, knowing he'd truly become something pathetic. Goten and Trunks couldn't answer him directly, as Chi-chi was still in the room but as she finished cleaning them up and started to diaper them Goten spoke up. "Mommy, You don't have to worry about tossing out those diapers. you know the diaper pail takes awhile. me and Trunks will get them in the pail." Goten said, giving his best 'I'm a little angel' face. "Heh oh? such a good little boy you are Goten! yes you are! I'm so gad my little man is a good widdle baby boy for mommy!" Chi-chi coo'ed and blew a raspberry on Goten's tummy. As soon as the boys were in clean diapers, and Chi-chi was out of the room they came over. "You sure you wanna EAT SHIT while you get jerked off Gohan?" Goten asked, smirking and patting his ex brother, now diaper pail's head. "Because you don't have to." Gohan went to answer and stopped, not sure if it was a trap or not. Goten had been known to play mind games before, and was only even crueler when trunks was over. "I-I uh..Yes Goten, I wanna eat shit while you jerk me off.:" Gohan whined. "You know Goten, it seems to me.." Trunks started, and smirked, and winked. "If Gohan wants to get jerked off while eating shit, then we should just leave him as a diaper pail. I know you were gonna suprize him and turn him back as soon as the dragon balls were working again but.." and trunks wrinkled his nose and looked at Gohan in disgust. "If he can get off while eating shit then does he even deserve to go back?" Gohan whined and whimpered, and looked to Goten who looked thoughtful. "That's a good point Trunks. I guess yeah, since he WANTS to get jerked off while eating our shit there's no point in turning him back! Hear that Gohan? you get to stay our little diaper pail forever! aren't you happy?" Goten asked, smirking and rubbing Gohan's tent though the trash bag. Gohan gasped and moaned, and tried to take back what he had asked for, he'd go without cumming if it meant he only had 9 more months of this! but as he went to open his mouth trunks shoved his shitty diaper in and Gohan automatically just started to chew. "who gives a fuck if your happy or not? you're just a diaper pail." Trunks said. Gohan was crying as he munched down, the diaper gave away and let out it's 'chocolate center' all too fast and the horrible taste flooded his mouth even as Goten jerked him off though the trash bag, Bringing him to the brink and then taking his hand away over and over. "You know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna have sheron let everyone know where you are, and remember you..but he's also gonna make them all believe that you asked for this, BEGGED for this., that you wished me and trunks to be diaper boys and feed you. Then I'm gonna bring your old classmates here, let them load up diapers and feed you." Goten teased, expertly working Gohan's cock as he finished off trunk's diaper. "How does that sound loser?" "G-Goten please!" Gohan whined pathetically, wanting to just fucking cum already. "Please what? please do that? Jesus Gohan, your more fucked up then I thought." Goten teased, knowing full well what his brother meant. Gohan went to clear up what he meant, but Goten's diaper now was shoved in his mouth and trunks was twisting and playing with Gohans nipples as Goten kept edging Gohan over and over. "You know Goten, despite how into this and everything he is, I think we're being a little mean." trunks said, and Goten looked at him in surprise. "Huh? what do you mean trunks?" Goten asked, while Gohan felt a glimmer of hope. "Clearly your brother wants to be treated like a full on diaper pail, even if he wants abuse and humiliation." Trunks said and gave a evil grin. "when was the last time you heard of a diaper pail cumming?" Gohan cried out a muffled no even as he kept chewing, shaking his head as well. "Huh, that's a good point! Sorry i almost ruined this for you gohan! I promise, I'll never let you cum, but I'll still edge you daily ok? just to show you that even if your filthy disgusting diaper pail, I still love you~" Goten said and took his hand away JUST as Gohan was about to have his sweet reless. The pair laughed and got up to leave and go back outside to play, but not before they both turned around and it looked like they were going to blow gohan a kiss..then flipped him off instead. "See you later diaper pail." "yeah, we're going to a all you can eat place later..your gonna be well fed tonight!" and with that they waddled off, laughing as Gohan whimpered and sobbed, throbbing in his diapers.

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the-cannibal · 2 years

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Slashers with a shapeshifter s/o

Aha I totally didn’t get this idea after watching the original Cartoon Network Teen Titans and laughing my ass off at beast boy.

Gender neutral s/o - They/Them and you is used

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, The Sinclair brothers (separate), Brahms, Jason Vorhees, and Tiffany Valentine

WARNINGS: Shapeshifting into animals! Strong language is used a little bit.

Thomas Hewitt

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I’ll be honest, the first time you shape-shifted he didn’t even know it was you. Gave him a bit of a spook-

You were just chilling on the couch, trying to take a cat nap. Literally, you were a cat.

Then you heard the front door swing open. You opened one eye… And it was Tommy!

So you very excitedly hopped off the couch, making him look over and tilt his head. Since when did a cat get inside? Hoyt ain’t gonna like that…

But then suddenly the cat turned into a human! You to be exact!

Right when you were shifting back you jumped into Tommy’s arms (thankfully he caught you, but of course he would! Boy that man is STRONG!)

“Hi Tommy! How are you? Are you busy? We should nap together!” You quickly said.

Tommy’s heart beat quickened, shocked from your sudden appearance. He just stared at you confused. What are you? Please explain it to him.

But once you explain to him that you are a shapeshifter, what that is, and how you don’t know how or why you are what you are, he is much calmer. He thinks it’s unique! Just please don’t scare him again Y/n.

Yes he will take a nap with you. And if you shift into an animal he will happily stroke your fur. But only if you’re okay with that!

Lester Sinclair

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Oh this man gets so excited when you shift. Please take requests! Shift into his favorite animal!

If you shift into a dog and play with Jonesy then his heart will MELT. LOOK AT HIS TWO FAVORITE BEINGS PLAYING TOGETHER 🥺💕

It’s at least five times a day he gushes about how cool you are to his brothers.

“And today while we were on a little walk they turned into a bird! A bird, Bo! And they flew up and got me a cool looking leaf! Ooh! Also they-!” “Jesus fucking christ Lester I get it!”

Because of your ability to turn onto animals he doesn’t like you seeing road kill. It just feels wrong to him. So he takes care of all the road kill on the road before you see it!

Please please please let him pet you! Just once please!

Bo Sinclair

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“What. The. Fuck.” Bo said as he watched Jonesy pad up to him in his garage. With another dog…

He would be so clueless as to why there was another dog, it would be hard for you not to immediately shift back and burst out laughing. So instead you jump on top of him, knocking him onto his back and licking a stripe up his face.

He would push you off (not aggressively. Bo is a murderer. Not a monster with animals) and wipe his face. And when he looked back up he was very confused as to why he was seeing you, sitting on your ass in front of him.

“Where’d the dog go?” And you’d just mischievously giggle before turning back into the dog and rubbing away with Jonesy.

Man. Was. Speechless.

You have a lot of explaining to do when he finds you.

And you do explain! Bo wouldn’t believe you if he hadn’t seen what happened in that garage. He is extremely confused but it doesn’t change his opinion on you! You’re his everything and whatever this thing you can do is isn’t going to piss him off… unless you steal his hat. Which, yes, you have done.

Vincent Sinclair

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You sir Vincent down one day and explain your ability to him. You thought it would be better to do that then to scare him and have him unknowingly turn you into a wax figure.

He would listen carefully, nodding along, asking a few questions here and there. Then finally you show him.

You shifted into a bunny and sat on his lap. His body stiffened, unsure of what to do. But then you nudged your head into his hand, and he got the message.

He lightly stroked your soft brown fur. It seemed to calm him down? Maybe you should have shown him this a while ago.

And so now whenever Vincent is stressed, upset, or overall just needs some comfort, you will first offer him comfort as a human. But sometimes he just needs a break from humans. So then that’s when you shift into an animal and snuggle up on his chest, allowing him to stroke/pet you.

And of course he will make art of you. He’s always loved to make art of animals, and now he can have a reference up close that won’t kill him!

Bo did freak out however when he saw his twin snuggling with a lion on the couch one day though-

Brahms Heelshire

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Your ability is actually what caused you to meet the real Brahms.

You were finished with all your duties and decided fuck it, let’s explore the walls.

You saw an opening in the kitchen and shifted into a small mouse. You crawled around the walls for a while, until you came across a man with a mask.

You of course freaked out. Why the fuck is there a man here! WHO ARE YOU?!

So you turned back into a human and screamed at him, hitting him with your hands. But then the person spoke. And he said your name…

And that was how you and real Brahms met!

Brahms made a new rule. ‘No shape shifting in the house!’ This then also changed the rule of Brahms not being aloud out of the house. Because he wanted to watch you do your thing outside!

The only exception to the rule is if he wants cuddles. And that needy little brat wants them a lot.

And if you do break the rule when he doesn’t say you can just shift into a dove! They are his favorite animal and he will instantly forget why he was frustrated with you :)

Jason Vorhees

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It would be best to tell him of your ability before hand. When it’s not summertime he sets up traps around the camp to keep trespassers out. And you wouldn’t want to accidentally step on one!

So you did tell him and he thinks it’s super cool! Now he doesn’t feel quite as bad for being a zombie basically. Because hey! You’re special like him!

He still sets up traps but he makes sure to tell and show you where they are.

Sometimes you help him out by turning into a bird and flying above the camp to look for visitors. He likes this very much because then you aren’t in harms way. People can be very dangerous Y/n!

He knows how to take a joke so if you prank him he won’t be mad :) in fact he will probably get you back by sneaking up on you because that man may be huge af (AWOOGA) but GEEZ HE IS QUIET

Tiffany Valentine

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“So yeah I can turn into animals!” “…what about bugs?”

Yeah animals are cool and all Y/n, but bugs? Please shift into some bugs. You will make her squeal in delight.

Her trailer can get pretty toasty inside, so you shift into a reptile!

When you do that she loves to have you sit/lay on her shoulder as she reads.

Some girls have purse dogs. Tiffany has a badass s/o that can turn into a Doberman and scare off anyone that comes to close to her.

Okay but also just imagine like doll Chucky is in the trailer and he pisses off Tiff, so she just tosses him to you and lets you use him as a chew toy.

“TIFF! GET THEM TO STOP! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

“Awww but Chucky they’re having so much fun! Aren’t you cutie! Aren’t youuu!”

“GOD DAMN IT QUIT GUSHING OVER THEM AND HELP ME!”

#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #horrormovies #house of wax x reader #slasher x reader #lester sinclair #tiffany valentine x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #tiffany valentine #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #wowsomanytags

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Rise!Leo falling in love Pt. 7

author’s note: did I say plot last time? I meant next next time… more brother moments, more character development, <3 hope you all enjoy

warnings: fluff, lil jealousy, angst? cursing

previous - next?

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previously. . .

“I can’t believe it!!” You laughed happily, “I told you, you’re a natural! All you needed was a little practice,” Raph set Mikey down and Mikey then let you go, both beaming prideful smiles down at you.

Leo hadn’t heard from you in hours and he wondered if maybe you were just busy.. or perhaps texting wasn’t your thing? He didn’t know! But he was feeling pretty restless. The comics weren’t as interesting anymore and he kept looking over at where his phone lay on the bed hoping for it to flash with a notification.

He sighed looking back at the Jupiter Jim comic in his hands, eyes glazing over not really reading as he started to overthink. Maybe he should call you? Would that be too needy? Surely you had to be thinking of him even if you were occupied? Leo dropped the comic on his bed, grabbed his phone, and headed to his twin’s lab. Donnie was always there and if anyone could help with this dilemma it would be his smarter than average (but not a genius bc let’s be honest his ego’s already too big) brother!

“Donniee open up, it’s your favorite brother!” An intercom sounded from the door, “you don’t sound like Mikey..” and Leo put a hand to his plastron, “you wound me brother, now open up!” He started banging louder and an irritated groan was heard before the door unlocked and slid open. “Thank youuu” Leo said as he entered, the lab door closing behind him immediately. Donnie turned in his swivel chair, “What is it now Nardo?” his arms already crossing. “Can’t I just come hang out with my own twin without being questioned about my motives?!”

Donatello’s eyes narrowed, “Alright alright, can you tell me if Y/n’s at their house? They haven’t responded to me all day and I just wanna make sure they are okay,” Donnie shook his head, “or maybe they are busy?” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Look can you do it or not?” Leo grumped not wanting to argue or be forced to think that yes you probably were just doing something super cool without him and not thinking about him at all! “fine but the next last slice of pizza-“

“Is yours, yes yes yes yes yes” Leonardo agreed and Donnie turned to the big screen. Leo didn’t know what his brother did but after some keyboard typing and a few passwords a map appeared, then color coordinated circles. The purple and blue were together, yellow and orange were together- oh April is here! That must’ve been the commotion Leo thought to himself. “Looks like they’re with Raph in the arcade,” Donnie zoomed in on the red dot that was next to a dark blue one.

Leo blinked and then blinked again, okay one more blink he needed to process this fully. You were here in the lair, hanging out with his older brother Raph. Without. Him. “Uh Leo you just gonna stand there dumbfounded or?” Donnie asked as he swiveled in circles. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous again are you?” Donnie smirked totally knowing his words hit a mark. Because as soon as they were out Leo grabbed his swords and portaled, straight to the arcade.

。・゜・( pov change: y/n )・゜・。

“Seriously this place just keeps getting better and better!” You gushed as you took a seat at the ‘Ultimate Racing Machine.’ Mikey and April went off to the kitchen earlier on and that left Raph to continue showing you around. He thought the next best place besides the ramp room would be the arcade. You had lit up like a light at the idea, you loved video games even if you weren’t a master at them. Raph got in the player 2 chair and that was all you needed to start steering the wheel getting a game setup. “So who’s got the highscore?” You asked curiously, it was pretty high up there, “that’d be Donnie” Raph said but added on, “I’m really close to beating him one of these days!”

“Well I’m sure you’ll kick my ass!” You laughed as the count down began. The two of you tensed and readied as the screens went green ‘GO!’ and the match was on. Three laps winner takes all! “AHA! Found you!” You lurched back in surprise as a blue bandanna came into view blocking the video game. “Leo!! I was in the lead!!” You said as you moved your head around trying to see the screen. Raph laughed in victory as he passed you up reaching the finish line for the first lap. “Haven’t you checked your phone?? I’ve been wondering what you were doing, where you’ve been, and here you are!” Leo said moving his face in front of you whenever you tried to look past him.

“I thought you knew I was here! Mikey invited me and I just guessed you were busy, plus I haven’t exactly gotten to know your brothers that well, and today has been going great so far,” you were talking but still not looking at him, you had hopes you could maybe pull out a win somehow but Raph was still in the lead by the second lap. “Leo! I’m gonna lose!!” You said in despair, as Raph said “Maybe next time Y/n,” you thought to yourself if only you didn’t have such a big blue distraction maybe you’d have a fighting chance! Leo crossed his arms, thinking over what you said and immediately zoning in on solely the fact that you’ve been having such a great time without him practically all day. He needed a plan, so you would see how much fun you were missing out on by not hanging out with him.

The third lap came into view and ‘LOSER’ came across your screen and you slumped back into the chair while Raph next to you hopped up and stood with both hands in the air full of victory. “Yes!! Leo thanks for your somewhat assistance but that was still all me babyyy!” Raph struck a pose, flexing and you finally tore your gaze away from the red screen to see Leo looking at you deep in thought. “Alright you two, I’m getting hungry, lemme go see if April and Mikey figured something out yet,” you listened to Raph’s footsteps fade as you acknowledged what he said. It got quiet, electronic video game music in the background. “Leo I think you’re overthinking,” you said to him as he seemed to be snapped out of his thoughts when he felt your eyes on him, finally.

“Pshhhh me? Overthinking? Hardly!” He retorted as he leaned back glancing at the red screen. It made him think of Raph’s red dot with yours. He rolled his eyes, going over to sit in the player 2 seat. “Wanna go against the master?” Leo questioned raising a cocky nonexistent eyebrow. “I thought Donnie had the high score?” You asked curiously. “What?! Hell no I’m the record holder here, who’s filling your head with lies?” You laughed, “okay okay almighty master, let’s see it then!” Ready to play, and this time hopefully with no more distractions. “Oh you don’t know what you’ve just summoned!” Leo remarked as the two of you chose your separate cars. “Let’s goooo” Leo said getting hyped as the count down began.

‘GO!’ The green screen flashed and you were sucked in, music getting louder as you leaned in unconsciously closer to the screen. “Yes, take a good close look at how I’ma leave you in my dust!” Leo trash-talked teasingly and your mouth twisted wracking your brain for a reply, “We’ll see about that..” your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Leo was so cocky of his assured victory that he stole glances towards you just to see your reactions to his supreme skills. So cute! He thought seeing your pink tongue, and that was all it took for you to suddenly take the lead on the second lap! “YES!” You exclaimed as Leo turned back to the screen focusing up. It had been a close race, Leo coming back at the last second and you threw yourself out of the seat as the red screen appeared yet again. “NO!!!” You cried, feeling pretty bitter at how you lost, “Who’s the racing master? I’m the racing master! Oh yeah!!” Leo gloated with the glow of the green celebratory screen shining on his face. “Ugh,” you groaned pitifully as Leo snickered. You were such a sore loser.

“Alright gaming aside, what else have I missed today?” Leo hummed, wanting to know everything. You clambered back into the chair, turning to face him as he looked over at you waiting, “Well, Mikey invited me over with April to watch a skateboarding competition in the ramp room!” And you were off going into detail and then gushing at how they had took the time to teach you how to board and even manage to survive the ramp. Leo listened intently, a small smile on his face, you talked so animatedly, and even though he wished he had been with you he was happy to hear how well you got along with his brothers, and vice versa.

“Not to brag but I’m also like the greatest at skateboarding too if you want a real pro to give you lessons,” he offered with a big smirking smile and you rolled your eyes smiling too, he always seemed to be an expert at everything. It didn’t seem possible but you didn’t feel like knocking down his incredibly large ego at the moment. “I’ll have to fit that into my schedule,” you teased. Leo stood, “how about an addition to the lair tour? You up for it?” You nodded and followed after him as he led the way.

“Woah,” you said as you approached the subway, walking with Leo to an open doorway, “Ta-da!” He said giving you jazz hands, “welcome to my room” he showed you his comic book collection and the posters on his wall then all the other knickknacks. You smiled listening to everything, “and yeah that’s about it! I’m kinda proud of the collection heh,” he became a little sheepish towards the end because he really meant it. “It’s amazing Leo! It must’ve taken a long time to collect,” you noted as you sat on the edge of his bed. He sat beside you smiling and nodding. You pulled out your phone and saw a couple of text messages and one missed call. Two messages and the call from Leo, you smiled softly to yourself, “I’m sorry I didn’t check my phone sooner Leo,” you admitted you felt guilty because it had been a couple of hours. He waved his hand dismissively, “it’s cool I was overreacting” he shrugged.

He wanted to be a cool boyfriend. A laid back boyfriend. You reached over grabbing his hand, “are you sure?” You wanted him to be honest, with you and himself. He nodded slowly, then tilted his head as he thought over his feelings. “Maybe a teensy bit worried” Leo admitted nonchalantly. “But Donnie’s got a tracker on your phone so I probably won’t be feeling that way again,” you raised an eyebrow, “really?” You deadpanned. “Uh what I mean to say is he used his genius brain powers to shoot a text to Mikey who ended up telling us that you were here!” A bright fake smile dashed onto Leo’s features. You crossed your arms, scooting over on the bed away from him.

“Aw c’mon what was a turtle supposed to do?” He whined, “when you’ve got a whiz kid of a twin brother you use him when you’re worried about-” you sighed, effectively shutting him up without having to say anything. Now he was the one reaching for your hand, “how about..” you started but remembered how you had basically ignored your phone for a couple of hours… “I don’t know, a full day going by before the tracking comes into play?” Leo stared at you seriously, “and if I’m really really worried?” You looked into his eyes, he looked to be thinking back to the noodle shop situation. With the crazy psycho with the gun. “Okay,” you agreed only because you didn’t want him to stress needlessly. “But I don’t think you’ll need to, I’ll pay more attention to my phone” you said confidently.

“Pizza’s here!” Three voices rang out throughout the lair. “Hungry?” Leo asked squeezing the hand that was resting in his palm. You squeezed back, “starving!” you said dramatically and he couldn’t help himself any longer. He scooped you up into his arms and nuzzled your neck before planting a kiss on your surprised lips. “Leo!” You squeaked, “whattttt? I’ve been waiting all day to do that!”

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wincore · 3 years

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field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan.

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly.

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that.

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you.

You shake it off.

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer.

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks.

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates.

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face.

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue.

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile.

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes.

“Sungchan?!”

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!”

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face.

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity.

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.”

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns.

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on.

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention.

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys.

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling.

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love.

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile.

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation.

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on.

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones.

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but—”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you.

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm.

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes.

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls.

"Do you have any bandaids?"

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.”

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you.

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind.

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers.

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans.

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him.

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade.

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan.

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead.

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly.

“Hm?”

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that.

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field.

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding.

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave.

“You should,” he responds, honest.

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile.

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties.

Only one more match, you remind yourself.

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this.

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all.

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile.

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty.

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you.

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading.

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care.

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk.

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild.

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.

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sukirichi · 4 years

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Breakfast: ingredient 64 + sugar 5 for inumaki

Okay, but like- what about inumaki's first kiss? His mouth is a very sensitive area and his first kiss would be a very intimate act, so here's what happens: reader and him are mutually pining BUT all everyone else sees is the sexual tension between them.

Somehow itadori manages to lock them in a dark small space, where they share their first kiss, yet they don't speak about it and to each other for a long time. At some point itadori (i swear this kid is a matchmaker) points out how y/n and toge can't even glance at each other and inumaki breaks. Late at night he shows up at reader's dorm, pins her to the wall and kisses her like no tomorrow. After they eventually have a rough make out with toge's shirt coming off, they lay on her bed where reader tells him she really likes him and he grabs her chin to stop her rambling and she looses it when she sees so much love and lust swirling in his eyes (they maybe have a third make out round 👀) and in the end they come to the conclusion they love each other and that they should have acted sooner on it.

I don't know if make outs count as nsfw and i read that you can write only sfw for inumaki, so it's okay if you can't complete this request. Just let me know you if can't.

Also get prepared to be spoiled spammed with asks.

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

delicate

the first kiss with inumaki toge is as delicate as he is.

meal order: ★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki

warnings: nothing really, just make out sessions and implications of smut, also UH soft dom inumaki toge, i guess? unedited as always

song i listened to while writing: I.F.L.Y. by Bazzi

note: 🍰 anon TYSM for this request, my heart was legit doki doki the whole time. this totally reminds me of why inumaki was my first crush and he’s the reason i came to watch jjk lol i love him so much <3 i hope this is what you’ve been looking for and that you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

“Yuuji, don’t!” You tried to scramble against the strawberry haired boy’s grip, but he was far too strong, and it didn’t help that Nobara’s riled up self was helping him push you back inside the storage room. “Yuuji, Nobara, I’m your senpai, have some respect—” You don’t get to finish your words before you’re pushed inside, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Yuuji!” You banged your fists on the door once you’ve recovered, screaming at the top of your lungs. From outside the door, you heard the underclassmen giggle and run away, leaving you with your crush, Inumaki Toge, of all people.

Falling down into a squat, you wrapped your arms around yourself, refusing to look at him. You were only thankful that it was dark so Toge wouldn’t see how your pupils blew wide, your body responding at the soft scent of his perfume and laundry detergent. He’d been your crush for who knows how long now, and your first memory of meeting the cursed speech user burns at the back of your mind to remind you that it’s been years, and yet you’ve barely spoken to him.

Unlike the other students, your cursed technique wasn’t the most useful in combat. Your technique allowed you to nullify the abilities of others, but the downside of it was that it didn’t have much advantage against curses, so you had to rely on your physical strength to exorcise.

On the bright side, though…

“So,” Toge begins, shuffling away from the dusty wall and closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his knees brushed against yours, thighs pressed against one another. “You’re a victim of them too.”

“Hmm, guess so.”

Neither of you speak for a while. Toge himself wasn’t much of a talker, and he barely batted an eye when Maki and Panda hauled his ass inside the storage room. He was so calm and placid that your mind was in mess – both because you were comfortable and happy in his presence, but at the same time, your palms were so sweaty and the room was so stuffed you could barely breathe. It didn’t help that Toge was humming too, reassured that he wasn’t going to hurt you with his powers.

“Uhm,” you started nervously, fiddling with your fingers. The silence stretched out thick and cordial that you couldn’t bear it anymore, and you turned to Toge with wide eyes, blinking back rapidly when he faced you as well, his deep purple eyes like a painting before you. “Do-do you know why we’re locked in here?”

Your palms grew wetter with each ticking second; Toge taking his time to answer.

Nobara had eavesdropped on you gushing to Megumi on how Toge looked so cute during breakfast this morning, and the girl immediately ran off to tell her best friend, Yuuji; the two of them sharing the same braincells.

Before you knew it, everyone split into two groups, your classmates dragging Toge away while Nobara and Yuuji manhandled you, hissing into your ear to man up and fess.

As if it was as easy as that! Inumaki Toge – albeit approachable and kind – was still the light of your life, the apple of your eye, and he barely acknowledged your presence the whole two years you’ve been with him. He was much closer with Maki and Panda while you got along more with the younger ones (although you wouldn’t hesitate to redact that statement after doing this to you), so the chances of you ever striking up a full conversation with him were low.

You only admired him from afar, sighing dreamily into your hands while he trained with Panda. Megumi seemed to be the only decent one, silent and bored as ever while you rambled on tirelessly on how much Toge looked so buff under his uniform yet had the face baby, stating over and over again he was born just to drive you crazy.

You should’ve known someone would find out one way or another, but heavens forbid, not him. The both of you were barely friends to begin with – you didn’t want to shatter whatever mutual respect you had for each other just because you crushed on him hard.

Mind running back and forth over the different ways Toge could reject you, because obviously someone had told him, or obviously he knew already – why else would he be locked here with you if your friends didn’t know something? It was getting hard to read his face from the darkness; the only thing you could make out were his long lashes and lips visible with his collar down.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he avoided your gaze, and you swallowed audibly at the sound of his husky voice; unused to speaking this much. “But…but we’ve got nothing to worry about. Gojo-Sensei or Nanamin will come around soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded at his words, cursing inwardly that this was your perfect chance to confess or at least try and be friends with him, but your whole body was burning, feet frozen in your place that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Toge rocked back and forth in his heels, cheeks puffed out, and your eyes zeroed in on the snake tattoo beside his lips.

Toge rarely ever let his collar down to muffle his voice, so seeing him expose his lips like this almost felt intimate. He looked so pretty, long lashes fluttering on top of those warmed cheeks and strong arms wrapped around his knees.

He was just an arm’s length away. This was the closest you’d ever gotten with him, and maybe it was because you’d kept your feelings a secret for so long that it suddenly burst through. Faster than you could take notice of yourself, your arm reached out to cup his cheeks, thumb swiping against the tattoos. “Pretty,” you murmured, Toge stiffening up under your touch.

His eyes skewed over to yours, wide and unreadable, but there was something there – something burning. He had to bite down his cheek as you caressed his face absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until his fingers came up to your wrist that you realized what you were doing.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the warmth of his skin now searing because of your embarrassment. “Toge – I-I didn’t mean to – I’m so sorry! It’s just, your tattoos look so pretty and I’ve always—”

Your words are thrown right back into your mouth when Toge tugged you forward, sending the both of you toppling to the ground. Toge’s hands were delicate, just as delicate as your touch, when he cupped your face, his lips moving with yours. You were stunned for a moment before pleasure and fireworks exploding everywhere burst within you, prompting you to kiss him back in urgent fervor.

Toge’s lips tasted like candy, his sighs into your mouth melting your insides until you’re crumpling his shirt, eyes shut so tight in fear that maybe this would all disappear the moment you opened them.

Your hands travelled everywhere – from his shoulders, to his neck, his jaw – before it settled into his hair, the satisfaction of finally getting to run your hands through them has you weakening in his hold. Toge keeps his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive even, and he held you up both, sitting up while your arms wound around his neck.

A curse must’ve possessed you because you moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it inside his mouth so he could taste your cherry chapstick.

He wasn’t in a better state than yours. As the cursed speech user, his mouth was one of his most sensitive parts, and it took all energy it had in him to not kiss you senseless right then and there, your lips swiping over his mouth in such a mind-numbing sensation.

It felt like his body was on fire, the heat licking up from his toes to right where you were pressed on him. Your lips on his was scorching, the soft sighs and moans you gave him only adding to the fuel.

Toge groaned as your nails subconsciously pulled at his hair, making him grind you down into the V of his lips, pressing your chest firms against his until there was no more space. Through the darkness and nearly airless atmosphere of the room, Toge still managed to take your breath away, your lips moving in synch and you were falling, falling, falling.

He effortlessly held your weakening arms up before he pulled away, both your chests panting at the sudden heated kiss. His eyes trailed down from your lust-filled gaze to the bow of your lips, where the flesh was plump and abused.

Toge’s thumb swiped over your lips that had you frozen solid because he looked at you so gently, delicately, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. But he never could – you nullified everyone’s powers and allowed him freedom in your space. You’d let him come again and again, welcoming him with open arms if he wanted so, and in that moment, you believed he did.

Although why would he want you?

Fears and insecurities struck a chord in you and you scrambled away from his lap, leaving Toge all alone in the ground. You ducked your head down to ignore the confused and hurt expression on his face, turning back to the door instead. “I’m so sorry,” you rasped out in one breath, “I-I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please just forget this ever happened and I really wish you and I aren’t awkward for this. Okay, good night. See you around.”

Pulling your phone out of your pocket after cursing yourself for not thinking of texting Megumi sooner, you speed dialed the younger boy, begging him to unlock the door.

Megumi came around a few minutes later. Toge had long settled behind you, silent but still catching his breath from your previous lip-locking. His presence unnerved you and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, praying to whoever divines self that Toge would forget about this as well. The moment Megumi came around, you leaped out of the room, leaving two confused boys – with one of them unknowingly shattered.

The next few days were hell.

You and Toge hadn’t talked much at all before, but now, you both pretended as if the other didn’t existed. During class where there had to be pairings, you immediately sided with Maki and pushing Panda to Toge’s way, the latter frowning behind his collar every time you avoided his gaze.

You just couldn’t handle being anywhere near him after that kiss. You feared that your heart would combust and you’d further embarrass yourself in front of him, as if you weren’t embarrassing enough with how excited you were as you kissed him.

Gosh, what would Toge think of you now?

You bet he found you so weird, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he’d resorted to avoiding you as well. No more polite and cheery good mornings! in the hallway or asking what he had for lunch, no more random texting of memes at 3am because you both didn’t have friends outside the institute.

Pure silence from the other side.

It should’ve comforted you – you wanted to stay away from him, right? – but you only grew restless. Your focus dwindled with each passing day, finding yourself at the back of Toge’s head longingly when he wasn’t looking, then sighing as you chastised yourself from being stupid.

To be honest, that kiss only made your feelings multiply tenfold.

Now that you knew how warm and comfortable Toge was to the touch, how his lips tasted and how his hair felt under your touch – you crushed on him impossibly harder than before.

You reached a point where you tossed and turn around in bed, unable to fall asleep; completely unaware that just a few doors down, he was doing the same. It had you thinking back to that day all over again, wondering why did he kiss you? If he liked you, why did he never talk to you? He never even noticed you before and you were always the first one to strike conversation, but because the others were always around, chats were limited, one-worded, and awkward.

That cursed technique of yours was still useless, after all.

“Would you please stop moping around?” Megumi slammed his book down on the table next to you, and you jumped in your seat, clutching your pencil to your chest. “I’m tired of you eye-fucking Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wha – ? No, I wasn’t, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve both been acting weird,” observed Yuuji who stopped fighting with Nobara over who would win in an arm wrestling fight without special abilities: Gojo-Sensei or Nanami. Nobara nodded beside him, stealing Yuuji’s crisp chips before speaking. “You both can’t even glance at each other. All of us can feel that something’s wrong between you two.”

“They probably fucked in the storage room.”

“Nobara, keep your voice down!”

“Why should I?” she smirked, jabbing her thumb to an asleep Toge lounging on the field with Panda. “Your precious crush is asleep. He won’t know. But whatever, what did happen when we locked you both there?”

“You all humiliated me, that’s what happened!”

“What do you mean humiliated?” Megumi asked this time around, and you buried your face in your arms, glancing over at Toge again. He was slumbering peacefully, his body shaded from the sun under the tree, and your fingertips itched with the urge to hold him close again.

“He doesn’t like me,” you concluded with trembling lips, sending one last longing glance at Toge. “And I think I just absolutely ruined everything.”

No matter how much your underclassmen tried to cheer you up, your spirits were never lifted. You trudged back to your room that night, tired and drained from all the events that you just buried your nose in your textbook, studying about curses for next week’s exams.

The words began to blur and you sighed on your seat, glancing at your phone. It was nearing midnight and the dorms were oddly quiet, but you guessed everyone just had a long day.

Soon, you brushed your teeth and moved to retire for the night when three soft knocks came from your door. Your hand stilled on your blanket, brows furrowed at who could it be this time of the night. After fixing your hair to make yourself presentable, you swung the door open, ready to hit Yuuji if he came here to drag you down to the movie room and force you to watch horror movies again when you were harshly pushed, the stranger kicking the door back.

You gasped as warm lips came crashing down to yours, your hands pinned above your hand with just one arm.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Toge who’d placed a knee between your legs to prevent you from falling; your knees already turning to jelly before you even registered it was him. The familiar taste of something sweet like candy and cough syrup coated your senses and you moaned in his arms as his hands ran under your shirt, making the hairs on your body prickle up in anticipation.

Toge took advantage of your moan, his tongue slipping inside before it clashed with yours. It was too much – his overwhelming scent, his tongue tasting yours, his hands squeezing your breasts tenderly – you were on the verge of falling apart.

Fire burned all over your body, pure instinct dominating your conscious mind as you pushed him back, Toge falling down with you scrambling above him.

He grunted at your sloppy actions of trying to tug his shirt over his head, but he complied, reaching up at the same time you leant down for another wet, heated kiss. The kiss this time around was far less gentle and more urgent; your mutual pining for one another tipping over the edge until all hell broke loose.

You settled into his lap as if it were a throne and he encouraged you to take it, to claim him because he considered you the queen of his world.

“Toge, I,” you rambled after every peck, unable to form a complete sentence because you kept wanting to kiss him. It was nearly impossible to pull away now that he held you so close, making you feel like home and driving you absolutely insane. “I can’t do it anymore, mmhm, I want you so much – always have – I don’t want to avoid you and I just want to—”

He stopped your rambling by grabbing your chin forwards, his lips molding over yours again and dancing with it like two perfectly syncopated performers.

Toge’s curious hands ravished every crevice and dip of your curves as he sucked on your tongue, tasting it fervently like a traveler memorizing his path. You shuddered when Toge’s nimble fingers travelled down to cup your ass to lift you upwards, pushing you closer and deeper into his mouth.

None of you cared about anything anymore. You could barely focus on anything but letting your hands roam free down his chest, Toge rutting up to you when your cold hands brushed over his nipple.

Needing air to breathe, you pulled away first, panting as your forehead pressed against his. You stared at each other, lips swollen and wet from the hot make-out session. You were sure that your adoration for him was clearly evident in your eyes, that your feelings for him sparkled and radiated like the bright sunshine’s warmth he always made you feel.

But that wasn’t what drove you crazy.

It was the fact his expression mirrored yours; only his had lust swirling around his dark eyes, an unexplainable plethora of emotions flooding through them. You were breathing hard and so was he, his soft pants warming your lips that were still sore from his hungry ministrations.

Now was the time.

It didn’t matter that maybe he didn’t feel the same way for you; you liked him so much. Your feelings poured over the glass and your eyes glossed over with how your heart frantically chanted his name, wanting nothing and no one else but him.

“I love you,” you confessed, “I fucking love you.”

To your surprise, Toge chuckled, pulling you forward until his chest was flushed against yours. He captured your lips for one last kiss, delicate this time around as his hands cupped your jaw. You tilted your hide to the side to deepen the kiss, and you sighed while Toge rubbed soothing circles at the sides of your jaw then down to your neck.

“You better,” he mumbled through your lips, “Because I fucking love you too, and I don’t want to play this game of push and pull anymore.”

It was your first time to hear such dominance in his words, to witness such need and possessiveness shine back through his eyes, his lips travelling to the sides of your face. Submissively, you arched your back to him and allowed him access to your neck, head lolling to the side. Even as Toge slowly but surely left little love bites to mark you as his, he was gentle and delicate, soft yet hard, bitter but sweet like the longing you had for one another.

Even as he had you trapped under his arms, his heat nestled into the deeper, intimate parts of you that only welcomed no one else but him; your lover was absolutely delicate.

And you only fell for him harder than you already have.

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sugamamacustard · 4 years

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Fire man.

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Kentaro Bokuto x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, NSFW/ Smut

Request: hi custard!! can you share any headcanons about omega! reader going into her first heat and how her alpha takes care of her? for kuroo, oikawa, and bokuto if possible? 🥰🥰

Summary: Your heat hits unepectedly and it’s up to your alpha to help you through it. How is he doing it?

Author’s Note: Hiya Anon! I just wanted to say hi. :D I think Bokuto’s banner is one of my favorites...

Requests: Open

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵Kuroo, when your in heat, is a tease.

➵ He is making your whine and beg while keeping you just barely hanging on the edge before even thinking of giving you his knot.

➵ He’s not giving you anything until you beg like the good kitty you are. He’s making sure you know who’s in charge and he will not give in.

➵ He is alpha. You are his bitch in heat.

➵ And you aren’t forgetting it anytime soon. (Though his after care is like 11/10)

➵ You’re breathing was heavy and your core hurt.

➵ Sweat was dripping off of you in buckets.

➵ You were so...So warm.

➵ And nothing can ease you of this pain.

➵ Nothing but your alpha.

➵ He was on his way, or so he texted you, but it was too long.

➵ He was taking too long.

➵ Where was he?

➵ He was supposed to be here by now.

➵ And he wasn’t.

➵ You had half a mind to lock him out. Though, the other half was your omegan half and she was snarling at you for even thinking about this.

➵ So you didn’t. But it wasn’t like it was an all serious thought anyway, since you could barely move to drag your fingers between the folds of your sopping cunt let along move to lock the windows and doors.

➵ You just wanted your alpha, was that too much to ask?

➵ “Naught kitten, eh? Playing with yourself without your alpha?”

➵ You barely had enough strength to look up, watching Tetsuro cross over to you, setting down a grocery bag by your doorway.

➵ “Need...Need alpha. Need my alpha. Need his knot. Need-” You panted, drooling as the captain’s fingers trailed the very same way yours had.

➵ “Don’t worry. Your alpha will help you.”

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“Fuck, kitten. Have I told you how pretty you smell in heat? I don’t think I have.” Tetsuro groaned, hips rolling as his cock effortlessly pushed into your cunt, a squelching noise ringing through the room along with your absolutely divine moans.

“No, alpha. No. I’m your pretty omega though. Yours, all yours.” You whimpered, gripping the sheets below you with a white-knuckled grip. His cock hit all the right spots for you, pressing against your cervix and sending shots of absolutely addicting pleasure through your spine. Your thighs clenched tightly around his hips as a gush of slick sloshed out of your cunny and around your alpha’s dick. He hissed in pleasure, slowing his already agonizing pace. His fingers traced your clit in a mindless motion, scooping up slick before bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking.

He hummed in satisfaction before moving the, now, slick free hand to one of your breasts. The pads of his fingers were rough from volleyball and whatever and still had you withering from the touch. A squeeze had you chirping loudly in pleasure, more slick gushing out. “Please alpha! Please give me your knot, fuck me until I don’t know my name! Please- help me!”

Tetsuro chuckled rolling his hips once more. “Well, since my kitten begged so prettily, I suppose I could help.”

Toru Oikawa

➵ I can see Toru being a huge tease as well, just not in the same way as Kuroo

➵ This man is quick to have you cumming over and over on his fingers, which you know are talented.

➵ And then, when your sobbing and begging for his knot?

➵ Then, and only then, will he let you hop on his dick.

➵ And he’s not helping you.

➵ If you want something, you’re working for it.

➵ He’s making you ride him over and over, even when a mixture of his and your cum is dripping down your thighs.

➵ And it’s not until your sobbing into his shoulder do you get his knot to relieve yourself of any and all pain.

➵ But he’s cuddling you right after and soothing your tears, whispering such sweet things with that silver tongue of his. (After care like 7/10)

➵ You texted your alpha thirty minutes ago.

➵ It was a thirty minute walk from your house to his, not including fangirl interceptions.

➵ So you were patient.

➵ You didn’t dare try to touch yourself, as your alpha would make you pay for that, but instead sat nice and patient.

➵ “Pretty bird!”

➵ Your head perked up in excitement as your brown haired angel popped into your room, immediately purring as your pretty figure.

➵ He laughed, using quick strides to get to your side, crawling into your nest and peeling of his shirt as you pawed at it yourself.

➵ “Does my pretty bird think she’s getting off that easily?”

____

“Toru!” You pleaded, needy as your hips stung, the grip on them almost certainly leaving a bruise. You had been bouncing for hours and the strain on your hips, thighs, knees and calves was burning with an oh-so delicious ache. You couldn’t count the amount of times your alpha had made you cum, both on his cock and his fingers, but the overstimulation had long since turn into a pitiful painful bliss that had you quivering with every move.

“Ah-ah-ah. That’s not what my omega calls me, now is it?” Toru chuckled, speeding up your bounces as his hips thrust up in time with yours. His lips went right back to attacking any skin in his general vicinity, watching your tear stained-face. When you whimpered a response, one he obviously was not looking for, he stopped completely-- the head of his cock prodding your cervix and making you whimper. “Is it, omega?”

“No! No- No your my alpha. My strong, gorgeous alpha! My amazing, incredible alpha! Please, alpha! Help me- Help your omega please!” You sobbed and whined, trying to bounce again, but his hold on you was cement solid. You were stuck and he wasn’t letting you go until you gave him what he wanted. When you began sobbing into his shoulder murmurs of ‘my alpha-my alpha-my alpha’ he began moving you.

“That’s it pretty bird, now just let your alpha care for you.”

Kotaro Bokuto

➵ Let’s be honest.

➵ Bokuto is the complete opposite of the other two.

➵ He’s a lover by heart. A totally selfless lover.

➵ He’s giving you everything you want when you want it.

➵ He doesn’t care about his own pleasure only yours.

➵ Want snacks? He’s got you.

➵ Want to crack a few jokes while he’s buried balls deep inside of you? He’s joking around with you.

➵ Want to ride him until your both crying? He’s got tissues for right after ready to go.

➵ Kotaro is selfless and giving and probably one of the best to have during your heat.

➵ He has no qualms on going down on you for hours, or fingering you until your satisfied or lending his thigh to you to grind on until your calmed.

➵ Everything he has, is yours. He is yours. And you better be all his >:(

➵ Knocking on your alpha’s door was nerve wracking in every sense, even if you knew he would be and is happy to help whenever you need.

➵ He opened the door within moments, smiling brightly when he saw you. “Y/N! Angel!”

➵ He hugged you tightly, scenting you as he did so only to pause.

➵ “Are you- Is your heat here?” The angel, no matter how many times he claimed you were an angel-- it was always him--, questioned, pulling away but keeping his hands on your hips.

➵ When you nodded shyly, he purred even louder-- if possible.

➵ “Then why didn’t you say so, angel? Let me help you!”

____

“Alpha- Alpha!” Your cries were like music to your alpha’s ears, his tongue flicking across your clit with a hum. The vibrations sent you crashing over the edge once more, your fingers yanking as he kept your thighs in his hands. His head ached slightly but it was all worth it. All worth your pleasure. He would go through it a hundred times just to see you like this one more time in his life.

His jaw was beginning to hurt ever so slightly, but it was so minimal in the grand scheme of things. So minimal in comparison to you. Everything is minimal when it comes to you. He was missing practice at this point, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to focus on you. Focus on how your thighs clenched around his head, or how slick dripped both down his chin and your, now sloppy, cunt. Or maybe on how pretty your swollen little clit was, just sitting there-- waiting for him to suck on it like a lollipop.

And he had a one track mind. So lollipop it was. His lips immediately went back to sucking on the clit, tongue swirling around your sensitive nub over and over and over again while you whined and squirmed under him. But he wasn’t moving. Not until you wanted him. Not until you were past satisfied. When he did pop off with an audible pop he only looked up with a smirk, wiping his chin on your thigh.

“I gotta treat my angel right, ya know? So stay still and let me have my meal.” He barely heard your beautiful moans when he went back down on you.

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Where Is Your Boy Tonight? (Patrick Stump)

I walk into the first period, dreading the start of another day. As I make my way to the back and my seat, I catch Patrick’s excited eyes. I’m surprised - usually he's slumped over his desk and barely conscious this early in the day.

“You look happy” I say with a smile, sliding into my seat behind him.

“I did it!” Patrick says excitedly.

'Did what?’

“I went and auditioned last night” he explains grinning.

I gasp and smile back, “No way! That’s great! How’d it go?” I grow just as excited as he is.

“It was amazing,” he practically gushes.

“And Pete Wentz was there? Like you thought?”

“He was! It was him and Joe, the one I met in the bookstore last week”

“Unbelievably cool” I grin, “So I'm assuming you got it? You’re officially their drummer?”

“Not exactly…” Patrick says with a smile.

“Now I’m confused”

“Well, I originally told them I would audition for drummer, since that’s what i’ve been doing with those other bands”

“Uh huh…” “But after Joe listened to those covers I gave him, he asked if I could bring a guitar instead”

“I like where this is going” I interject excitedly.

“One thing led to another….and now I'm singing and playing guitar!”

I practically squeal in excitement, eliciting curious looks from our classmates.

“That’s incredible! About time someone outside of me and your family hears that amazing voice”

“Oh come on it’s not that good” Patrick says blushing bright red.

“Really? Because it sounds like you just got asked to be a lead singer of Pete Wentz’s new band”

“I guess you're right” Patrick says grinning widely, “I just hope I do well”

“You're gonna crush it!” I insist immediately, “When do you start?”

“There’s a practice tomorrow night and another on Friday” he gushes.

“Awesome!”

“You can come with if you want” He asks, “It’ll be fun, and i’d be way less anxious if you were with me”

“As much as I would love to be there for you,” I say regretfully “I actually have plans with Eric tomorrow”

“Oh” Patrick says, a smile immediately dropping from his face.

“I'm sorry” I said immediately, feeling awful, “You know there’s nothing I love more than watching you sing, but we already have a date planned. ”

“No it’s okay,” he says, “I'm sure you'll have, uh, lots of fun with him”

“Come on, don’t be like that” I say, crossing my arms.

“What?”

I raise my eyebrow at him. “You always get quiet and weird when I bring up Eric, I know you don't like him”

“That’s not true” Patrick says half heartedly

“It’s okay,” I responded, “I want you to be honest, I just wish you liked him more. I mean you're my best friend! It sucks that you two don’t get along”

“It’s not that i don’t like him, Y/N” Patrick explains, avoiding my eyes, “I barely know him. You’ve been together like 6 months now and I’ve actually hung out with him...maybe twice?”

I sit back, letting that sink in. I open my mouth to respond when the bell rings, interrupting my thought. Have Eric and Patrick only hung out twice? My heart twinges in disappointment. I never really thought about it but it makes sense, Eric’s not one for group hangouts, usually backing out and telling me to go without him.

At the front of the room the teacher starts talking, so I focus on the board instead.

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*Narrator POV*

Patrick nervously walks up to the door of the garage, willing himself to stop freaking out so much. It’s just band practice, something he’s done plenty of times before. He takes a deep breath and knocks.

Seconds later, Joe opens the door and grins.

“What’s up man! Come on in” he says happily, turning around. Patrick follows him into the garage, and sees Pete sprawled out on the couch flipping through a small notebook

“H-hey guys” he smiled, sitting down. “What’re you up to?”

“We’re thinking maybe just trying some covers or something today, easy stuff to get into the swing of things” Joe explains, “Does that work?”

“Totally,” Patrick says quickly, “I'm down for whatever”

‘I'm trying to come up with some original stuff” Pete explains, shaking his notebook, “But I can barely pull my words into a verse, let alone put it to music”

“We’ll work on it, don’t worry so much” Joe says, clapping him on the shoulder.

“I could try and help out too” Patrick offers shyly, “I can throw some notes together to whatever you have”

“You write music?” Pete grins

“Yeah, a little” he shrugs, feeling his face grow warm.

“Man you just get better and better” Pete grins.

“Come on” Joe says excitedly, “Let’s do this”

Two hours later, sweaty and exhausted, the three boys collapse back on the couch.

“That was great” Patrick says

“Totally” Joe agrees.

“Everyone good to go again on Friday?” Pete asks.

“For sure” Joe says

“Definitely” Patrick agrees.

“Awesome! Then I think I’m ready to be done for today if you guys are,” Pete says with a tired laugh.

“Thank god” Joe says with a groan.

“Hey I had a question actually” Patrick says nervously.

“Shoot”

“Do you guys care if I bring someone to the next practice? I told my best friend about the audition and she’s been dying to meet you’

“Oh totally man!” Pete grins, “Bring anyone you want I don’t care”

“Same” Joe says, “she’s invited anytime”

“Awesome” Patrick grins, “Thanks”

“No need to thank us dude, this is your band now too”

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*YNs POV*

I flip through the pages of my notes, absentmindedly sticking a french fry in my mouth as I read.

“There you are!” Patrick says, sitting down in front of me, the noise of his hands making me jump “I’ve been looking for you all day”

“Ugh I'm sorry” I say, closing my notebook, “I slept through my alarm this morning so I missed homeroom”

“You slept through your alarm?” Patrick asks suspiciously, “You never do that”

“I had a long night” I say with a shrug, trying to act normal

Patrick raises his eyebrows. “Okay what happened?”

“Nothing” I say quickly, “Just couldn't sleep”

He stares at me, eyebrows still raised, and says nothing. I crack immediately.

“Okay I got into a fight with Eric” I mumble.

“What happened?” he asks.

“He bailed on our date last night” I say, “and didn’t tell me until 5 minutes after he was supposed to pick me up.” I see the simmering anger settle over Patrick’s face, but he takes a deep breath before responding.

“Did he have a good reason?” he asks.

“Some family thing or something” I say. “But I was pissed so we got into a fight about it and I couldn't sleep all night”

“I’m sorry YN” he says sincerely, but I can tell under the surface he’s still boiling with anger at the idea. My stomach flips.

“Enough about me” I say quickly, “How was the practice”

Patrick looks unsure but when I nod excitedly he starts talking.

“It was so much fun,” he says excitedly, going on about everything that happened. I listen intently, happy to see him so happy. Something about seeing him so excited and happy makes my heart swell as I look at him.

“But anyway, you're more than welcome to come to practice next Friday '' Patrick finishes his story, “If you still want to, that is” he adds quickly.

“Totally! “ I say excitedly, “I can’t wait to see you in action!”

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Narrator POV

Patrick and YN walk up to the garage door, and Patrick twists the knob to let them in.

“Hey guys” Patrick greeted Joe and Pete inside.

“Hey” they say in unison, both looking at YN immediately.

“And who might this be?” Pete asks cheekily.

“Im YN” YN says with a smirk, sticking her hand out, “Nice to meet you”

“Patrick has told us all about you” Joe says grinning and shaking her hand.

“Oh yeah?” she asks. Patrick blushed behind her.

“Never mentioned how gorgeous you are,” Pete says smoothly. Patrick’s gut clenches at the words and he stares daggers at Pete.

“Oh thanks” she says, ears turning pink. Patrick notices, only growing more irritated.

“Anyway” he clears his throat, “ she wanted to meet you guys and see us play”

“Well then let’s get to it” Joe says, looking curiously at Patrick.

A couple hours later, the four of them sit on the couch and array of chairs, talking and hanging out.

“You guys were great” YN says, “ Love the sound”

“Thanks” Pete grins, “Patrick here is a pretty impressive song writer”

Patrick blushes, “All I do is throw some notes together”

“Always so humble,” YN says with a smile, standing up and squeezing his shoulder playfully, “Is there a bathroom I can use?”

“Yeah it's through that door and past the kitchen” Joe says, pointing down the short hall to the house.

YN mumbles a thanks, stepping over Patrick's legs and heading into the house, and Joe looks over at Patrick, watching her leave.

“So,” he says with a grin, “Your best friend huh?”

“Yeah” Patrick says, a little confused.

“And nothing more?” Pete asks, raising a single eyebrow.

“What n-no” Patrick stammers, “just my friend.”

“She's hot as hell man” Joe says. Patrick flashes an irritated look at him.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend you haven't noticed”

“Obviously I’ve noticed” Patrick says irritated, “but we’ve been best friends since elementary school”

“So?” Pete asks

“So” Patrick explains, “that’s all we are”

“I would bet serious money that you want more than that” Joe says, leaning forward.

“So would I,” Pete says.” The way you’ve been talking about her? And the way you look at her? You’ve got it bad dude”

Patrick flushed bright red, knowing there's no way to play this off now.

“It doesn’t matter,” Patrick says, trying to steady his voice. “She has a boyfriend anyway”

“Ah so that’s a problem” Pete says knowingly.

“Are they serious?” Joe asks

“Sorta” Patrick shrugs, “They’ve been together for 6 months but he’s a total douchebag” “Oh that sucks” Joe says, “I’m sorry man”

“Sorry for what?” YN says, coming back into the room and making all three boys jump.

“Oh uh, um” Patrick panics slightly, unsure of what she heard.

“We were just consoling Patrick on a truly tragic setback” Pete says, rubbing Patrick’s shoulder.

“Okay…” YN says, sitting back down next to Patrick, “And what might that be?”

“Y-” Joe starts, only to be immediately interrupted.

“I had an idea for a m-melody” Patrick says quickly, “But I lost it before I could write it down”

“Oh” she replies, still slightly confused, “Well that’s not a big deal I’m sure it'll come back to you in no time”

“You’re right, let's just move on and forget it” Patrick says, glaring at the two guys across from him. They both nod, but Patrick still sees the playful twinkle in Pete’s eyes. There’s no way this is going to end well.

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YN’s POV

I kick a stone down the street, watching as it rolls down the broken down sidewalk.

“Remind me why you wanted to walk again?” I ask, annoyed as I shift my backpack to the other shoulder.

“I don’t know, I thought it’d be nice to take a walk, enjoy the weather” Patrick says cheerfully. “This isn’t exactly my idea of a pleasant walk” I grumble.

“Oh come on it’s not that bad” Patrick smiles

“I don’t know” I say, looking around us with disdain, “Pretty much everything in this part of town is turning to shit”

“Hey!” he replies “As someone from this part of town, consider me offended”

“I clearly didn't mean you” I say giggling, shoulder bumping him lightly. “But you gotta admit, there's a lot of shitty people around these days''

“Again, consider me offended!” he exclaims in mock outrage.,

“No no not you Patrick ” I say with a laugh, “in fact I would say you’re the last good thing about this part of town”

Patrick looks at me in surprise and I blush lightly. His cheeks are pink too, but it’s hard to tell if he’s blushing or if it's from the chilly air.

“You’re not half bad yourself” he says lightly. I grin in reply.

We turn the corner, reaching the street our houses are on.

“So I was thinking,” Patrick says.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you should invite Eric to come to practice some time”

“Really?” I look at him in surprise.

“Yeah why not?” Patrick says

“I thought you hated him”

“I told you I don't hate him,” Patrick says impatiently, “I just don’t know him that well. If you like him so much I’m sure he’s great”

I smile at the words, happy to hear that Patrick actually wants to get to know him better.

“I think you two will really like each other” I say hopefully.

“Totally” Patrick says, but he doesn't quite catch my eye. “How about you guys both come sometime on a Friday or something ?”

“Sure Patrick” I say happily, “That sounds fun”

We stop walking as we reach his driveway.

“Sounds like a plan!’ Patrick says. “See you tomorrow?”

“Definitely” I responded, watching him turn and walk up the driveway.

“Patrick?” I call out, he turns around to look.

“yeah?” he asks

“Thanks” I say with a smile.”For giving him a chance”

“Anything for you” he says in a way that makes my stomach flip and I see his blue eyes twinkling, even from down the driveway.

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*6 weeks later*

After weeks of finals, graduation prep, and graduation itself, summer was finally here. Now with no more family obligations or final projects, I finally had plenty of free time to spend with Eric, my girl friends, and Patrick and the guys. Over a month after Patrick invited us, Eric and I were finally going to hang out at a band practice with them. They had one of their first big gigs in a couple weeks time, so the guys were practicing basically every day. And now that they finally had a drummer, Andy, their sound was coming together better than ever. Patrick and Pete had grown really close, and started writing music together. It made me happy to see Patrick happy, but I couldn't help a twinge of jealousy everytime he was hanging out with the guys instead of me. I guess I couldn’t be his only best friend forever.

I glanced at my watch, wondering where Eric was. The practice started at 5 on Fridays, and it was nearly 4:50. I sigh, grabbing the phone in the living room and dialing his house. I hear his mom pick up and say hello.

“Hi Mrs Smith,” I said happily, “it’s YN. Is Eric at home?”

“Yeah I think he’s playing video games with his friends, let me grab him for you sweetie”

I thank her, a pit falling in my stomach at the words. Is he really hanging out with his friends when he’s supposed to be here, picking me up?

“Hello?” I hear him say “Hey babe” I say nervously, “What’s going on?”

“Oh hey,” he says casually, “Just playing that new game with my friends. Why, what’s up?”

“Are you still coming to get me?” I ask, trying not to sound too irritated.

“For what?” he asks, confused. I want to scream.

“Aren’t we going to Patrick's band practice tonight? To hang out with them?” I ask, too annoyed to mask my irritation any longer.

“Oh shit I forgot” he replies, “Can we go another time?”

“Seriously?”

“What! It's not a big deal is it?'' he asks , sounding annoyed himself

“You’ve already backed out of hanging out with him twice, and he invited us almost two months ago”

“I know, you’re right” He replies with a groan, “but I already invited my friends over to hang out for the night.”

“And?”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Send them all home?”

“I mean…” I say slowly, trying to understand how he can be so dumb, “Kind of?”

“Okay I mean if you want I’ll cancel on them and send them home, tell them I'm hanging out with you”

“Well don't say that!” I exclaim.

“Why not? Isn't that what you want”

“It’s not MY fault YOU forgot about me Eric” I almost yell into the phone.

“Stop making such a big deal out of this!” he retorts, “I'll tell them okay, I'll be over in an hour to get you”

“Just forget it” I say angrily, “I’ll go myself. Have fun with your friends”

“Oh cool thanks babe”

I roll my eyes, hanging up the phone without another word. Guess I'm going to practice alone. I grimace, wondering if Patrick is gonna be offended.

Twenty minutes later I park next to the curb at Joe's house and hop out, walking down the path to the garage. I take a deep breath and walk in. The guys are mid song, so I plop on the couch and watch.

Patrick catches my eyes for a second and his eyebrows stitch together with concern. I shake my head and he looks away, concentrating on staring at the wall while he finishes singing. Less than a minute later the song ends and the boys drop their instruments, greeting me.

“Hey YN!” they say almost in unison.

“What’s up?” Joe says, sitting in the chair next to me and drinking some water.

“Not much just watching Chicago’s hottest new band” I say with a grin.

“Where’s your boy at?” Pete asks raising an eyebrow, “I thought he was coming”

“Oh” I say, avoiding Patrick looking at my for the response,” He had something come up he can’t make it”

“Something came up?” Patrick says doubtfully, “Really?”

“Yeah just some friend thing I guess” I say, picking at my thumb and trying not to meet anyone's eyes.

“So he just bailed?” Andy asks quietly.

“Yup, pretty much” I answered with a sigh. The guys all share a look.

Joe snorts, “Wow what a gentleman”

“Yeah that’s just shitty” Pete says, “I'm sorry to say it but he sounds like an ass”

“No he’s not, really” I say quickly, “And this was just a fluke, not like he does this all the time”

“Yeah” Patrick laughs humorlessly, “Just about every other week”

“Patrick” I say in shock, not expecting his angry tone.

“Sorry! But it’s true” he says meeting my eyes, “He does this to you all the time”

“I agree with Pete for once,” Joe says, “He sounds like an ass”

“Well that’s great but none of you really know him” I say defensively.

“We just think you deserve better,” Andy says with a small smile.

“Yeah, way better,” Pete says strongly.

“That’s great guys, I appreciate it” I say, irritated that this suddenly became an intervention, “but you guys hardly even know me”

“But I do” Patrick says

I look at him, daring him to say more

“And I know you deserve better” he says with more feeling than I was expecting. My mouth instantly goes dry.

“And seriously from everything Patrick has told us-” Pete starts to add an argument.

“Excuse me?” I say looking at Pete sharply, “From everything he’s told you?” I look at Patrick in question. He turns red, looking away, which answers my question.

“I’m sorry, is this what you guys do at practice?” I ask, standing up and crossing my arms, “Sit around and shit talk me and gossip about my relationship?”

“YN, Of course not” Patrick says

“Don’t even talk to me right now Patrick” I say angrily pointing in his direction. I feel the betrayal pass through my whole body.

“Hmm?” I ask, looking at the other guys, “ is that what you do?”

“YN Don't be mad at Patrick '' Pete says, “he’s just been worried about you. He doesn't think you're happy with your boyfriend”

“Weird then!” I yell, “How I haven't heard any of this from Patrick myself!”

“I-” Patrick interrupts but I cut him off.

“How many times?” I ask abruptly, looking at the other guys, “How often do you talk about this?”

“Just once or twice” Pete says, quiet for once.

“You’re lying,” I say immediately, turning to Joe. “You wanna answer that?’

“YN” he says tiredly, but I continue glaring at him, “Okay, we talk about it almost every practice. But it’s just because Patrick is worried”

I raise my eyebrows in shock. They talk about this every practice? The dread grows in my stomach and I feel the weight of the embarrassment and shame settle on me. Minutes, maybe hours of practice, dedicated to talking about Eric? About how stupid I am? I try to fight it but tears prick my eyes. I see the guys exchange looks, unsure of what to do. I look at Patrick, but he’s still staring at the ground, not meeting my eyes. That only makes me feel worse.

“Really cool of you Pat” I say voice cracking causing him to look up worriedly. I see his eyes crinkle as he sees my face. I take a deep breath, the room completely silent.

“I guess I’ll be going now” I say to him , grabbing my bag off the couch “wouldn't want to interrupt your precious time to talk about my relationship with everyone else except me”

I hear all the boys start to call after me and Patrick stumbles to his feet but I ignore them and rush out of the garage.

“YN wait!” Patrick yells, rushing out of the door.

PATRICKS POV

He rushes out the door in a panic, knowing he needs to catch her before she gets in her car.

“YN!” he yells out “Please stop”

She stops in her tracks and slowly turns around. He starts to explain and then sees her face, streaking with tears.

��Oh no” he says, a pit falling in his stomach, “No no no you’re crying”

“Of course I'm crying Patrick!” She yells angrily wiping the tears from her cheeks, “Do you even realize how embarrassing this is for me?”

Patrick blanches at her words, only feeling worse and worse.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he pleads, “We’ve just been talking it’s not a big deal”

“Not a big deal?” She repeats walking closer to me, “You’ve been talking behind my back, for weeks, to guys who barely even know me”

“Because I was worried about you!”

“Then talk to me Patrick!” YN yells, “Not them!”

“I-”

“You’ve clearly been thinking about my life and my relationship a whole fucking lot and yet when have you brought it up to me? Once? Months ago?” She crosses her arms and glares at him.

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings” Patrick mutters, realizing immediately it’s a dumb explanation.

“Well you failed” she states bluntly turning, “big time”

“I'm sorry! Really I am” Patrick begs, grabbing her arm and turning her back, “I swear I haven’t been saying anything bad”

“What have you said?”

“What?” he asks confused

“If you're not saying anything bad, what have you been saying?”

“Oh” he answers nervously , “just that you seem unhappy with Eric, that he doesn't seem right for you”

“You don’t even know him!” “It’s not like I haven't tried!” He yells back, now irritated himself, “I’ve invited him to hang out a half dozen times and he never shows up! Because he never shows up for you”

“That’s not true,” she whispers.

“Yeah it is” he scoffs, “he doesn't care about what you care about. If it’s his thing, he’s there right on time, flowers in his hand. But when it’s your thing?” He stares at her, she avoids his eyes and stares at the grass under her feet, “he bails. Every time.”

“I just don’t understand why you didn't talk to me” she says, and Patrick sees tears pooling in her eyes. He kicks the ground angrily.

“Because… I didn’t know how to tell you without hurting you” “I never asked you to like him,” YN says looking back up at him, “Only to be honest with me.”

“I know,” He whispers, ashamed. YN takes a deep, steadying breath.

“When you dated Shelby in sophomore year- who was terrible by the way” she says, voice rising again, “I told you I didn’t like her, and that I didn’t think you were good together. And then I shut my mouth and let you live your own life!” “I know,” He repeats.

“I was honest, but I respected you, and her, that entire awful relationship” She says, looking at him stonily, “Why don’t you respect me like that?”

Patrick falls silent, hesitating, unsure how to answer.

“But I do” he says earnestly, grabbing her hand, “I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you, That’s the last thing I wanted.”

“Well like I said before'' she says dropping his hands and wiping her eyes, “you failed.'' She turns and walks over to her car and starts to get in. Patrick rushes over, trying to stop her. They’ve never fought like this before, and he’s not sure what will happen if he lets her go.

“Please don’t leave” he begs. “I just…. I need some time okay?” She says quietly, “Can you just give me some space”

Patrick looks at her, and sees the devastation in her eyes.

“Sure” he chokes out, “Whatever you need”

She nods, sliding into her car and driving away. He watches her until the car disappears around the corner. Patrick takes a heavy sigh, hating himself for letting this get so out of hand. He really hopes he didn’t just royally fuck everything up.

Patrick takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, and then heads back into the garage. The guys all give him looks of sympathy but he shakes his head, so they don’t say anything. Pete sits on the couch, furiously writing in his little notebook.

“What are you possibly writing right now?” Patrick asks tiredly, plopping down next to him.

“Our next song” he says excitedly, “And maybe the answer to all of your problems”

Patrick looks at him in curiosity, raising one eyebrow. He grins cheekily back, showing him the page in his notebook.

There are two quick lines scrawled on the page.

“Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman”

____________

YN’s POV

“Honey?”

I hear the knock on my door and turn down my stereo, "Come in”

My mom slowly pushes the door open.

“Sweetie, Patrick’s at the door again” she says, a regretful look on her face.

“Oh my god” I groaned, flopping down on my bed, “That’s the third time today!”

“He seems desperate to talk to you”

“I told him to give me some space” I say, sitting up and looking at her pointedly.

“And it’s been almost 72 hours...that's a long time for you two” She says, crossing her arms and matching my expression.

“I just….” I hesitate “I'm not ready to talk about it yet”

“Honey I know you're upset,” she says, walking over and sitting on the bed. “But I think he really had your best interest at heart”

I snort, “Yeah, totally in my best interest to be humiliated in front of his friends!”

She looks at me, “And you have never once talked about Patrick with your other friends? Not even when he dated that one girl?”

“I mean, a couple times I guess….” I say reluctantly. She just raises her eyebrows. “But not every day! And not to people who barely knew him!”

“I know, but just put yourself in his shoes”

“I’ll try”

“Im serious YN, “ she says with a look, “And consider other reasons that Patrick may have been upset about your relationship”

Her pointed expression confuses me, “What do you mean?” I ask.

“Oh nothing,” she says with a sigh, standing up, “You want me to tell him you still don’t wanna talk?”

“Please” I ask. She nods, maybe a little sadly, but leaves the room anyway. I sigh and turn the radio back up, hoping this third turn away will finally deter Patrick.

I’m not that lucky. Within a couple minutes, I hear a tapping noise. I turn the radio down once more, groaning when I realize the tapping is on my window.

I take a deep breath and pull up my blinds. Crouching on the literal roof, right outside my window, is Patrick, red faced and breathing hard.

I raise my eyebrows and open the window, “I didn’t know you can still do that” I say, crossing my arms and fighting a smile..

“Yeah” he groans, sitting in my windowsill, “not as easy as it was when I was 12”

“Patrick, what are you doing up here?”

“Can we just talk please?” He puts on his best puppy dog eyes.

“I just wanted some time” I say, exasperated.

“Please YN” he begs, “can I just come in”

“Of course, I wouldn't want you falling off the roof,” I say with a laugh, offering him my hand and pulling him in.

“Thank god” he says, hopping down and onto the floor with an oomph.

I sit back on my bed, looking at him unexpectedly.

He looks around the room awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Well?” I say, throwing my arms up in frustration.

Patrick sighs, flinching slightly at my irritation, “ Look I’m sorry YN! You have no idea how totally, completely, and ridiculously sorry I am” he lets it all flow out dramatically, words coming out before I can process them. “I know I fucked up okay? But I swear to god I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I promise I never said a single bad thing about you! I know I crossed a line, I was just worried”

He nervously shuffles as he says all this, and then perches on the edge of my bed.

“Pa-”

“No wait,'' he says, “ I know you’re still mad and of course you have the right to be, but I just can't hear it right now. I’ve been thinking about this nonstop for three days. I'm so petrified of losing you, and I just can’t. I know I crossed a line the other day. And again today because I came in here anyway, and I know that's not cool, but I couldn't stand the thought of you hating me for any longer” His eyes glisten with the last words.

“Patrick” I say, my heart breaks and the wall I had built up comes crumbling down “Of course i don't hate you, I could never hate you” I grab his hands and make him look me in the eyes

“That’s a relief” Patrick sighs “I thought-”

“I know,” I say, interrupting him. “I may have overreacted slightly. I was just….hurt”

“I know and I'm so so so sorry” he begs.

“I’m not happy about what you were saying But do you know the worst part?” I say, taking my hands back

“What?” he asks, but looks afraid of the answer.

“It just hurt so bad that you didn’t care enough to talk to me about it” I say, cursing the way the tears mist my eyes, “Knowing you could talk to your friends more easily about it than me, even though it's my life, and you're my best friend. And then you threw it all in my face at once” I hastily wiped the tear that fell down my cheek.

“No no no” Patrick says, face crumpling, He immediately pulls me into a tight, all encompassing hug. “You’re right I should've talked to you sooner”

He pulls back, grabbing my hand once more. “I talked to them about it because it was easier to do that, because I knew I wouldn’t hurt them or make them angry. I just needed a place to vent and I, I couldn’t do that with you. I'm sorry”

“It’s okay” I say with a small smile, ‘I understand that… but next time, if something like this ever happens again, just tell me first. I swear I won't be angry or upset. I want to know your opinion, I love you Patrick”

Something flashes across Patrick's eyes at my words, but he smiles back. “I love you too, you're my best friend in the world. Next time i’ll talk to you first”

“Promise?”

“Promise” We pinky swear on it, and the tension almost immediately dissipates.

“Well thank god that's over” I crack a smile, “I missed you”

Patrick grins back, “I missed you too. And I have great news!”

“What?” I ask, intrigued.

“That first gig we had planned? It got moved up to this Friday!” Patrick says

“That’s amazing!” I say excitedly.

“I'm excited but also wildly nervous” Patrick says with a chuckle, cheeks blushing pink, “I was hoping you would come see it”

“Of course!” I say immediately. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Patrick grins happily at the response, and then checks his watch.

“Oh shoot, I gotta run home for dinner” he says, standing up, “But we’re okay?” he asks anxiously.

“We’re great” I say, squeezing his hand and then reluctantly letting it go. He smiles at me and stands up, staring at me for just a second longer than I expected. His cheeks lightly turn pink again.

“Okay um, I'll get going then” he says, sounding nervous again. He turns towards the window.

“Patrick?” I say with a giggle.

“Yeah?” he says, turning back around.

“You’re free to use the front door this time”

“Right” he says with a laugh, moving towards my door, “good call”

“I'll call you tomorrow” I say as he opens the door.

“Goodnight YN” he says with a smile, and closes my door behind him.

______________________________________

PATRICKS POV

“There's no way I can do this guys” Patrick says frantically, pacing around the tiny green room.

“Of course you can '' Pete says encouragingly.

“No I really can't” he says back, “I might actually pass out. Or vomit. Or both”

“It’s a small gig Patrick,” Joe reminds him, “Try to stay calm”

“Small gig for you guys!” Patrick snaps, “This is my first time singing in front of more than like 5 people at a time.

“And you'll crush it” Andy says, slapping him on the shoulder.

“And you’re sure there’s no other reason you're so anxious?” Pete says with raised eyebrows.

“Why, nothing else big is happening” Patrick says wringing his hands out, “Unless of course you’re referring to us closing our set with our new song that we wrote about how I’m wildly in love with my best friend and hope she chooses me over her boyfriend”

“Okay, so we're a little stressed about that,” Joe says with a chuckle.

“Not a time for jokes,” Patrick snaps.

“Listen” Pete says standing up, “ everything is going to be totally fine. You’re gonna do great, YN is gonna love the song, no matter what”

“You don’t know that” Patrick stammers.

“We all believe in you, in us” Joe says, “And I would bet money that YN has some feelings of her own.”

“No matter what, I guess I’ll know the truth after tonight” Patrick says, anxiously gnawing on my lip.

“Exactly! It’s a good thing - now let’s get out there and kill it”

_______________

YN’s POV

I work my way through the crowd, impressed at how many people are here to see the band. Perks of having famous Pete Wentz in the band I suppose.

I rub the skin under my eyes, checking to make sure no makeup was running. After a few days of thought, and some not-so-deep conversations with Eric, we had decided to call it off.

After everything I realized that Patrick was right, even if Eric was fun and sweet and loving when it was just us two, I deserve someone who cares about the things I like and the people in my life. If my best friend had fought that hard to let me know he cared, my boyfriend should be willing to do the same. In reality, Eric did the bare minimum and i’m embarrassed it took me this long to realize. The breakup went pretty well, all things considering. I was much less upset about it than I thought I would be. It had definitely been a long time coming, but it’s still only been two days since it happened. I haven’t even brought myself to tell Patrick yet, afraid of him worrying about me when he should be focused on the show, and also just… nervous to tell him for some reason. So, when a sad song came on the radio on the way to the gig I couldn't help the tears that followed.

Luckily, there's a good enough crowd in here, and the music should start anytime now so I push the thoughts of Eric out of my head and focus on getting to the front of the stage. Time to focus on the band and lose myself in the music. I can’t wait to see the new song Patrick and Pete have been working so furiously on. Patrick refused to let me hear it until the show, so the anticipation has been killing me .

The lights over the crowd dim and I see the guys walk on the stage. I immediately start cheering and screaming, a few other friends around me following suit. Patrick sees me front and center when he stands in front of the microphone.He wears a leather jacket pulled over a band shirt and some skinny jeans. I find myself staring for a second as he reaches up, readjusting his hat and fixing his hair. He catches my eyes and immediately blushes bright red, looking above the crowd instead. He must be so nervous to sing. Pete grabs the mic, introducing the band and saying they're gonna be playing a short set with some covers, and a few original songs thrown in. They waste no time and get right into the music.

The crowd is having a blast, and I'm awed at how flawless they sound together, and as always i’m impressed at Patrick’s voice. I keep trying to catch his eyes again, but he stares resolutely above the crowd. I decide it must be a stage fright thing, so I focus on dancing and singing along instead. Pete introduces each song, tells funny stories about practicing or how the bands inspired them or blah blah blah before each song. He’s impressively good at interacting with the crowd, and I can tell the girls around me feel exactly the same way. Most of them can't drag their eyes away from him. After what feels like only a few minutes, the set is coming to a close.

“We’re about to wrap up here” Pete says into the microphone, “So we’re gonna end the show with a brand new original song that is very special - if you are all okay with that of course”

I scream and holler with the rest of the crowd. Pete looks to Patrick, as if to see if he’s ready. Patrick nods his head slightly, grabbing his own microphone and bringing it to his lips.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise - he hasn’t talked into the microphone a single time the whole show.

“H-hey everyone,'' he says nervously, cheeks pink as he looks at the crowd. “I’m Patrick”

I scream loudly, the rest of the crowd clapping and cheering too. Patrick blushes further.

“Y-you know one of the best things about making your own music is that you get to write about anything you want to” he explains nervously. I try to catch his eyes again, but now he seems to be avoiding the front of the crowd all together. “This is one of those songs that we wanted to write about something, or someone actually, really special to me”

I raise my eyebrows, curious as to what the song is about.

Patrick nervously cleared his throat “So um, yeah I just wanted to say that this person is really special to me, and I hope she likes it. Or at least, uh, doesn’t hate it, or me” He sticks the microphone back on the stand, and Pete claps him on the shoulder.

I stand in the crowd confused. What is happening? Patrick gets back in position and glances at me for just a fraction of a second, but it’s long enough to see the look in his eye. He looks nervous, avoiding my eyes again. The song’s about me? I grin at the thought. How cute of him to write their first song about me, if that is what happening. Butterflies flit in my stomach as I watch him.

I smile up at them, and Patrick nods at the guys, grabbing the microphone. The word starts immediately, before any instruments join.

“Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman

And maybe he won't find out what I know

You were the last good thing about this part of town”

I feel my jaw drop open as soon as Patrick starts the words. Holy fucking shit, this is not what I expected. My stomach drops out, and I come to a complete standstill, staring up at Patrick.

He avoids my eyes, staring out over the crowd again. Right after the first verse the instruments kick in, the song progressing so fast I barely have time to react.

I stare at Patrick in absolute confusion, trying to pick up every word of the lyrics. I'm conscious of both Pete and Joe looking at me several times, but I can’t bring myself to look away from Patrick.

When I wake up

I'm willing to take my chances on

The hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice

I wrote this for you, for you, so

At this point I don’t even know how to feel, but I feel my face growing redder and redder with every line. What is happening right now?

You need him, I could be him

My jaw practically hits the floor. Holy shit.

I could be an accident but I'm still tryin'

And that's more than I can say for him

I blush furiously, butterflies going crazy in my stomach, tears in my eyes. Is this really how Patrick feels?

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman

And maybe he won't find out what I know

You were the last good thing about this part of town

I roll my eyes internally, fighting off the regret and embarrassment of knowing I dated someone for so long who apparently was notorious enough for ditching me, someone else wrote a literal song about it.

Someday I'll appreciate in value

Get off my ass and call you

The mean time, I'll sport my brand new fashion

Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon

I almost laugh, so absolutely dumbfounded I still don’t know how to react. Patrick glances down at me briefly, and I see the shine of his blue eyes, but it’s not long enough for me to catch his expression. He could be him? He could be an accident but he’s still trying? These lines ring through my head even as the band goes through the remaining choruses. The crowd goes crazy around me but I stand stock still, mind racing at a million miles per hour. This is why Patrick hated Eric so much? Why couldn't he talk to me about it? Because….he wanted to… be him? Wanted to be… with me?

As soon as I think about it, everything I know to be true crashes down around me. What does this mean? How long has he even felt like this?

I think back through every recent interaction we have, trying to figure out how I could’ve missed this. And trying to figure out how I feel about it. I can tell the song is winding down and I begin to panic, knowing this means I’ll have to face Patrick any second.

But he’s just my best friend right? I love him, but only as a friend. I say that in my mind, but suddenly I’m not so sure if that sentiment is right, if it’s ever even been right. If it was, I don't think my heart and stomach would be doing backflips in my torso in response to the song.

The song slows and Patrick sings the last line, finally looking down and catching my eyes

“You were the last good thing about this part of town”

The song fades off and ends, and I break Patricks stare. I vaguely hear Pete thank the crowd, probably mentioning their next gig, but at that moment I don’t care.

Suddenly I’m overwhelmed, overloaded with information I don't know how to handle, and stuck in a crowd with people I don't know, after my friend, my best friend of over 10 years, confessed his…. Love? For me.

I turn suddenly, shoving through the crowd, desperate to get out, to get away. I vaguely register the sound of my name being called, but I don’t care. I need air, I need space, I need…. To be away.

I shove my way through to the back of the room, roughly pushing the door open and throwing myself into the cool, empty alley behind me. I suck in breaths of fresh air and I hear my name again right before the door shuts. It sounds like Patrick. Is he coming after me? Do I want him to?

I wait with bated breath, staring at the door, waiting to see what comes through it.

It opens in seconds, but it’s just a couple girls pushing through and I let out my breath, feeling absolutely disappointed, not relieved. I realize I do want him to come after.

The girls giggle and talk, moving out of the door frame to walk down the alley. Behind them, framed perfectly in the door frame, is Patrick.

I gasp quietly, stomach immediately flipping out again. Patrick looks… stressed to say the least. He’s red, panting, staring at me with wide eyes as he steps out into the alley.

“YN” he says, stepping in front of me, eyes cast at the ground.

“H-hey” I say shakily, heart pounding so loud I wonder if he can hear it.

“Hi” he says back nervously, looking up at catching my eyes.

For a moment we just stare at each other, clearly both of us at a loss for words.

Patrick takes a deep sigh. “Listen, YN, I-”

“I broke up with Eric” I blurt out, totally interrupting him.

Patrick's eyebrows shoot up so high so fast they practically fly off his face “What?”

“I um,” I falter, stumbling over my words. Why am I so nervous? This is just Patrick. Patrick-who- might-be-in-love-with-me, but still Patrick, I take a deep steadying breath, “Just thought you should know, um, we broke up on Wednesday”

“Oh” Patrick says, eyes as wide as I’ve ever seen them. He clears his throat awkwardly “w-why did you do that?”

I let out a dry chuckle, “Well you may have realized, he gained a reputation for not ever showing up. It got so bad, one could even write a song about how he never shows up” I smile shyly at him.

Patrick’s face immediately blushed again, “Y-yeah wouldn’t that be crazy” he looks down at his shoes.

There’s silence again for a moment that feels infinite. I suddenly know exactly what I want him to say. Exactly what I want to say to him.

“I’m sorry” he says quietly, “i’m sorry you guys broke up”

“Are you?” I ask quietly. He looks up with a grim smile.

“Of course” he says earnestly, “I never wanted you to get hurt, I just-”

“You were jealous” I say, seeing in total clarity as I spoke the words. Suddenly Patricks words, actions, feelings about my relationship all made perfect sense. Not only did he think Eric was bad for me, he wanted to be better for me. I smile at the realization. This has been in front of me the whole time.

Patrick says nothing, staring down at his shoes.

“Patrick I-”

“You don’t have to say anything” He says suddenly, looking up at me with frantic eyes. “If you want, we can pretend it’s just a normal song, that this never happened. I don’t need an...an answer or anything. I just had to tell you in some way” He blushes yet again, words shaking as he says them.

“Patrick,” I say quietly, moving forward to stand right in front of him. He looks up into my eyes, “I loved the song”

“Y-you did?” Patrick says, a small, hopeful smile on his face.

“Yes” I say with a smile, the flood of emotions inside me is settling, and I can finally realize what i’m feeling. This was why I overreacted so much, I realize, I was defensive because I knew he was right but also because…. I knew the whole time. Everything I really wanted had been right by my side the whole time, “It was the best song I have ever heard, and the most romantic. kindest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me”

Patrick grins at me, still blushing, but his eyes are sparkling in a way I’ve never seen them before. “You deserve it,” he says with a smile.

The look in his eyes melts my insides and I’m wondering how I could’ve been so blind for so long. We stare at each other in silence for a moment, the only sound is the sound of our breathing mixing together. I become acutely aware of just how close we’re standing. My eyes flick down to his lips, and I see his eyes widen.

He slowly places his hand on the side of my face, thumb stroking over my cheek. My breath catches under the intensity of his stare. He moves towards me slowly, as though he’s giving me every chance to back away.

I don’t. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his and slipping a hand behind his neck. He kisses back immediately, his other hand snaking around my waist and pulling me into him. We kiss slowly at first, sweet and slow and innocent, just like Patrick. Patrick pulls back, looking me into the eyes intensely, as though waiting to see if I’ll bolt right then. I don’t.

I bite my lip and look at him. His eyes watch the movement, and that’s all the extra convincing he needs. He pulls me into his lips again, the arm around my waist tightening its grip to keep me close to him. We kiss hungrily, needily, sweet and passionate all at once. I melt into him, feeling more alive and awake than I ever have before. We pull away to catch our breath, foreheads leaning against one another.

“Patrick?” I say with a grin

“What?” he says, smiling at my impression.

“I think you’re going to have to write another song now”

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