#and then he smiled at me at the concert and we are best friends forever

[elllisaaa]

how ateez would confess to you

-> words count : 3.7k words

-> genre : ateez members crushing on you

-> warnings : just a lot of sweetness

-> sorry if I made any spelling or grammar mistakes, english is not my first language

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | ateez masterlist

KIM HONGJOONG - JEALOUS

he’s the type to be bold. but like REALLY bold. 

like he’s not embarrassed at all to check you out when you ask him if your outfit looks good and say “it looks more than good, don’t worry.” with that damn smirk screaming in my pillow.

he’s also very protective - always has his hand on the small of your back when you’re walking in a crowded place, and always gives you his jacket or sweater if you’re cold or feeling uncomfortable. 

he has an eye on you wherever you two are going to be sure that you’re safe. 

asks you to send him a message so he is sure that you’re home whenever you go out of work, or hang out late without him, or when he can’t walk you home. 

that being said, it’s also a fact that this man is possessive.

have you seen him whenever an atiny mentions liking another group, or going to other concerts than theirs ?

he would be the same with you.

but since you’re not yet a couple, he tries to hide it as well as he can.

but jealousy would be his breaking point. 

seeing you laugh and joke with some trainee of the agency he didn’t even know the name of really made his blood boil. 

his death stare was burning holes in the back of the head of the poor boy you were talking with. 

he would approach both of you, and as if the trainee wasn’t already intimidated by hongjoong presence, he was looking at him like he killed someone lmao.

the trainee was almost shaking when hongjoong dragged you away from him under a ridiculous excuse. 

“- Joong ! Where are we going ?”

He didn’t answer, jaw clenched and his grip on your wrist almost painful as he brought you to his studio. Hongjoong closed the door behind the two of you, just to have the time to think about the way he was going to explain himself. He always succeeded in controlling himself and mostly his jealousy, but today, he didn’t exactly know why, it was too hard seeing you with someone else, laughing like you should be with only him. 

“- Hongjoong ? What’s gotten into you ?”

He took a deep breath. Maybe it was finally the moment to say the truth. It would take a weight out of his shoulder, and he could have an answer to all his questions. Hongjoong turned towards you, a smirk on his lips.

“- You want me to be honest ?”

You simply nobbed, looking at him expectantly, and even if he acted confident, his heart was beating fast. 

“- I didn’t like seeing you laugh with another guy. Well, I didn’t like it every other time it happened. But I think today was just too much to bear for me. Because I love you. I want you to be mine, only mine. I want to be the one who makes you laugh like that, and I want you to be the one who makes me laugh. What do you say ?”

The blush creeping on your cheeks as you listened to his words, and watched his grin widened was really noticeable. But your smile was even more telling to him.

“- I say yes.”

“from now on and forever, I won’t let you go. you’re mine.”

PARK SEONGHWA - SAFE

he is literally the sweetest person ever. 

the type to text you throughout the day to ask if you have eaten and if your answer is no, expect him to be at your door in 5 minutes, drank or took a break. 

so, so caring and always there whenever you need him.

mention that you had a bad day or are a little down ? expect a movie night, your favorite snacks and a lot of cuddles from hwa. 

speaking of that, he sometimes always acts as if he was your boyfriend. 

not that it’s bothering you, on the contrary, but he still claims to everyone that you two are just best friends. 

and that’s confusing because he’s out there holding your hands, putting his arm on your shoulder, cuddling with you. 

to be honest, seonghwa has been trying to make things ambiguous between the two of you lately, in hopes that you would take the hint that he likes you.

like that one time he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and you thought that he was about to kiss you.  

so tonight, while he was laying on top of you on your couch, focused on the show playing on the TV, you decided it was time to clarify this situation.

“- Hwa ?”

The man turned his head towards you at the mention of his surname, big doe eyes watching you and waiting for what you wanted to say. You hoped that he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. 

“- Can I ask you a question ?

- Yeah, of course.”

Seonghwa’s smile almost made your hands shake, and you came back to playing with his hair to try and hide it.

“- What are we ?”

It was as if the whole world had stopped spinning for Seonghwa. Was it finally happening ? Was this your way of asking him to be more than friends ? He silently prayed for it, closing his eyes for a second to gather his thoughts, and also to escape your piercing gaze that was making him even more nervous than he already was. 

“- I’m willing to be whatever you want us to be angel.

- And what do you think of… You being mine, and me being yours ?”

Seonghwa giggled quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide the red tint on his cheeks. His arms, that circled your waist, tightened their grip, not planning on letting you go anytime soon. 

“that’ll be perfect. that’s what i wanted us to be all along.”

JEONG YUNHO - SLEEPY

100% golden retriever energy, you can’t say otherwise i’ll fight.

i don’t know, he just gives this puppy boyfriend vibes, all fluffy and clingy and sweet, he’s just so cute honestly.  

the type to always want to hang out, because his love language his quality time.

will make it a ritual to eat with you at least 2 times a week, weekend hangouts where you either simply go shopping or sometimes he plans activities, and movie nights too. 

so smiley around you his cheeks hurts when he goes home after spending the day with you. 

he gets especially giggly every time you do something a little silly, like when you trip while trying to show him something.

always makes sure you’re alright afterwards though.

to put it in a nutshell, he’s just very cute.

but he finds you even more cute, particularly when you’re all sleepy. 

because then you snuggle up to him, seeking his warmth, and you often fall asleep on him, unaware of how much you make his heart flutter. 

during your usual movie night, you felt tired and rested on his shoulder.

As Yunho heard your breathing become more regular, he assumed that you were asleep. He was always so glad that you felt safe enough around him to be this vulnerable. And mostly, he got to admire your beautiful face without risking you to catch him. He didn’t know why but tonight, he felt on the verge of telling you. And after all, you were asleep, you couldn’t hear him. He already said it to you a few times like that, what could go wrong ?

“- You’re breathtaking Y/N, really… I love you.”

As Yunho was ready to cover you with a blanket to keep you even more warm, your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“- Can you say it again ? I’m not sure I understood.”

His panicked eyes turned to your fully awake ones, looking at him with a mischievous glint. The poor boy gulped loudly, not knowing if he was going to be in trouble or if you were just messing with him, as you always did. 

“- I-I love you, I really do. I just… It was easier telling you when you couldn’t reject me.”

A shy chuckle escaped him as he averted your gaze, missing the smile eating your whole face at his confession. 

“- Look at me, big baby.”

And when he eventually did, you finally answered his silent interrogation.

“- I love you too, so much.”

Yunho engulfed you in the biggest hug, already taking advantage of your new relationship.

“I can’t wait to spend every day and every night by your side.”

KANG YEOSANG - PERFECT

he’s not very talkative, in the sense that he’s not always making remarks about what you tell him.

but don’t worry, he got it all written in his head. 

it could be the most useless detail about a story that happened to you years ago, and he still will remember it.

because you’re too precious to him to forget anything about you he’s so boyfriend material.

the type to take notice of what you like to eat.

say that you love a certain type of food one time, and you’ll get it every now and then. 

he remembers your coffee order from day one.

also a really good listener and give the best advice. 

that being said, he’s the type to notice if you looked at something with envy in a shop, or said that you wanted this or that.

and bets that he’ll confess with a little gift that he bought for you.

maybe that’ll be a waste of money if you say no, but he doesn’t care, you’re worth it.

so he’ll buy this necklace you’ve been talking about for weeks, and come to you one day, almost out of the blue to offer it to you.

“- You shouldn’t have, really. That’s too much.

- It’s never too much when it comes to you.”

You were blushing like crazy, as much as from his words and how his fingers brushed against your skin as Yeosang attached the necklace for you. His eyes reflected nothing but love and adoration when he looked at you. 

“- You’re beautiful, it suits you perfectly.

- Thank you so much Sangie ! But what is this for ? It’s not my birthday or anything special…”

Yeosang lowered his head for several seconds before mustering the courage to let the words finally spill from his mouth. They were coming out so naturally that it seemed like you were truly made for one another.

“- I wanted to give you this just because you loved it, but also to remind you how much I love you. And I don’t mean it in a friendly way. I like you. And I hope, if you return my feelings, that this necklace is gonna remind you of that everyday.”

Your smile was enough of an answer for him, but you took a step forward, putting your hand on Yeosang’s cheek and making his heart beat faster. 

“- I’ll wear it everyday from now on. I must find something for you to wear and remember how much I love you too.”

“let’s get matching ones then, that’ll make us soulmates.”

CHOI SAN - FORCED

now this boy is the most obvious when it comes to crushes.

like all the members could tell that he was down bad for you since the first day.

but you didn’t seem to notice.

however, it was indeed very clear since he looked at you as if you put all the stars in the sky. 

really, i don’t understand how you didn’t notice.

beside the fact that he’s literally a simp for you, he’s also been your best friend for several years now, and he knows you like the back of his hand except your undying love for him.

he had always been by your side : when you were sad or happy, when you had your first crush and even when you got drunk for the first time. 

the members having obviously noticed how san was struggling to tell you how he felt, they tried to help him multiple times.

to be honest, this was not really efficient but at least they tried. 

the latest attempt was at this little party they planned at the dorms, and of course you were invited.

at one point, everyone gathered to play truth or dare, and of course, it was a trick to get you two to confess to each other not very slick, yeah.

“- So San, truth or dare ?

- Truth, I have nothing to hide.”

His confident smile made you chuckle, knowing all his embarrassing secrets and also knowing how much he, in fact, had to hide. 

“- Well, then tell us who your crush is.”

The smirk on Yunho’s face made a deep contrast with the defeated one on San face. You felt your own smile flatter as you tried not to look at your best friend. You knew this day would come. Of course San wouldn’t stay with you until your old days. Of course he would find a better partner. You were only his best friend, not his lover. 

“- I… Uh-

- I thought you had nothing to hide, Sannie.”

The group laughed collectively at Wooyoung's remark, except you and San. You were almost ready to stand up and leave when your best friend turned to you.

“- Y/N… I really love you.”

Your eyes widened as San ran away immediately. Around you, the members were all whistling and making weird noises. But you didn’t hear them. You only heard San’s words again and again. Quickly after, you followed him to the kitchen. He had to know how much you loved him too. When you found him, he had his head pressed on the fridge, eyes closed and probably overthinking everything he had ever said and done.

“- San…”

He turned to you quickly, worry filling up his gaze.

“- Listen Y/N, I’m really sorry ! I shouldn't have said that in front of everyone, I should’ve kept it for a moment just between us, or never tell you at all in fact. I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable and I’m- 

- San, stop.”

You took a step toward him, your smile eating your face. 

“- We’ve known each other for years, you’ll never make me uncomfortable. Stop thinking too much, okay ? ‘Cause I love you too, since I don’t even remember when because you’re the most important person in my life.”

No answer came except his lips on yours, and his hand on your waist, pulling you against his body.

“i’ve always known that one day we’ll be together, and that one day i’ll marry you. but let’s keep that for later.”

SONG MINGI - DRUNK

the boy is a stuttering and nervous mess around you.

blushing everytime you smile at him, but denying it if you ever mention it before blushing even more, he’s so cute.

besides the fact he’s so impressed by your charisma and presence, he’s very funny around you.

the type to make the dumbest jokes and put himself in ridiculous situations if that makes you laugh.

because your smile and laugh are the most beautiful things he had ever seen and heard.

it’s so funny to see a big guy like him being so amazed by just one person, you find that really endearing. 

but that also means that he’s not brave at all. 

like, if he ever tried to just muster up the courage to tell you that he has the biggest crush on you, he would chicken out as soon as he saw you.

and I think that to be able to confess, he would have to take a little liquid courage yes, that means getting drunk.

one night, the boys were celebrating the release of their new comeback with some drinks and mingi asked you to come with them.

and of course, he’ll end up drinking too much, hoping that he would either stop thinking about you or finally telling you how he felt. 

“- Y/N !”

Mingi’s scream made you jolt in place and turn around quickly, smiling when you saw him trying to walk straight in your direction, with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. He was cute, really cute. But you didn’t expect him to literally throw himself in your arms. You caught him as best as you could, shivering as his breath tickled your neck.

“- Are you alright Mingi ?”

He nodded his head, trying to steady himself and standing straight on his feet again. You looked up at him, preparing yourself to decode his slurred words. 

“- Yeah… Yes, I’m alright but I wanted to say something to you… I really, really like you… I mean, like you, not like a friend, I want you to be my lover… Because I love you.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and Mingi’s heart skipped a beat. His brain was all mushy just from seeing your gaze focused on him and only him, and alcohol wasn’t helping at all in controlling the blush on his cheeks.

“- I like you too Mingi, and I would like to be your lover too. But we’ll talk about this when you’re sober, okay ?”

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“- I really said that ?”

You chuckled lightly, caressing his cheeks softly, diving in his mesmerizing, hypnotizing eyes.

“- Yeah, you did. But to be honest, it was very cute. You’re very cute anyway. So, would you like to be my lover Mingi ?”

The boy in question pecked your lips, smiling too.

“that’s not even a question princess. i’ll be by your side as long as you’ll let me stay.”

JUNG WOOYOUNG - IMPULSIVE

i see him as someone very spontaneous.

if he passes by a restaurant he likes, no matter what hour it is or what he has to do, he’ll stop and eat. 

if he likes someone, he’s gonna tell them. 

that’s what you love about him, and that’s also probably how you met.

he was certainly doing something stupid, as always, and ran into you, making you fall on the floor. 

and boom ! you were best friends forever.

he didn’t stop doing ridiculous things, on the contrary since he noticed that you’re in the same mood as him and that it’s making you laugh, he’ll be doing it even more. 

but the thing is that wooyoung wants way more than being friends since the first day.

but now that he’s got you in his life, he’s a little (very) afraid of losing you. 

so he’s gonna try and hide his feelings as best as he can. 

but when he passed by this flower shop, and saw your favourite ones standing outside, he couldn’t help thinking of you.

and that’s how he ended up at your door, with the flowers, trying to calm himself down.

“- Woo ? What are you doing here ?

- I.. Uh… These are for you !”

He handed you the flowers, feeling a blush creeping on his cheeks as you took them hesitatingly. Wooyoung never felt so nervous in his life. Even before his first concert, even before his first fanmeeting. Even with all the stressful events he had experienced being an idol, he never got so anxious. 

“- Thank you, I guess ? What are these for ? It’s not my birthday, nor anything special I think.”

You chuckled at your own words, leaving Wooyoung asking himself why he did that.

“- Don’t get me wrong ! I like them, they’re beautiful and I’m surprised you even remembered what my favourite flowers were ! But why ? I don’t understand…”

He thought about letting out all the words he kept for himself for weeks, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. So instead, he leaned in to kiss you. It was not even a peck : he kissed you passionately, like it was the last thing he got to do before dying. You let the flowers fall to the floor, dropping them without any regrets when you tug at Wooyoung’s hair, deepening your kiss. And his smile when you backed out for air told you everything you needed to know. 

“i’ll buy you flowers everyday if it means i get to kiss you like this.”

CHOI JONGHO - TEXT

first thing first, this man’s smile could kill you and me, he’s so cute that’s got to be illegal.

the type to value your friendship so much, to the point he prefers to just be your friend than ever risking your relationship if he’s not 100% certain that your feelings are mutual.

his crush developed slowly, falling for you little by little and growing fond of you much more as time passed.

the members noticed how much he liked you when they saw that jongho lets you sleep on his shoulder whenever you are tired.

or when he willingly hugs you every time you need it.

he doesn’t like physical contact but with you, it’s natural and he sincerely appreciates it.

so careful when it comes to his feelings, because he doesn’t want to lose you or upset you.

that’s why i think he would confess through very, very long messages he’ll send late at night.

probably threw his phone away as soon as he did it, not wanting to see your response. 

but that’s also why he did it : to let you choose if you wanted to respond or just ignore what he just told you. 

so when you called the next day, he panicked.

“- Hi Jongho ! 

- H-Hi Y/N.”

At least, your tone seemed as cheerful as usually, and not upset or disappointed.

“- I must admit I was really surprised when I saw your texts when I woke up this morning. I was not expecting that at all.

- And… Is it in a bad or a good way ?”

Jongho didn’t want to pressure you, but he needed to know how you felt, needed to know if he should smile or bury himself six feet under. 

“- In a good way, don’t worry.”

You clearly heard his sigh of relief, which made you both chuckle at the other end of the phone. And both of you had the biggest smile on your faces.

“- I’ll need at least two hours to even come close to a good answer and I don’t have the time right now. So just listen to that : I like you too, so much you can’t imagine. But if you’re willing to listen to my boring ramble for hours…”

“i love listening to you, I’ll never get tired of it..”

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[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape.

pt 1 pt2

based on last friday’s video bc im obsessed with it. (events that happened in the vlog may not be in order just so the story flows how i want, also might add or get rid of some things for that same reason ofc). definitely gonna be multiple parts if yall like it so please let me know!!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

a/n: sorry guys but i think im scrapping all my old fics. i just have lost interest in them and i dont want to give yall something that i just half assed yk. i just need something new 😖🙏 don’t hate me pls. also i didn’t proof read and i never do so hopefully this all makes sense LMAO

……………………..

“BOYS TRIP!” chris shouts through the house.

the triplets are back in boston from being in la. i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t wish that these visits would last forever. being across the country from my best friends sucked.

“oh yeah , and you’ll be there too. you’re one of the boys.” chris points at me, smiling before loading the car with our bags.

“chris please never say that again.” i cringe, but fail to keep in my laughter.

“i agree. that was disgusting.” nick chimes in.

“just wanted to make sure you know you’re included.” chris throws his hands up in defense.

“thanks.” i smile and shake my head before getting in the car.

we were staying at their house in cape cod, something all of us looked forward to each summer growing up.

we arrive at nate’s house to pick him up. after the group effort of showering him in compliments for his new hair cut, we get back in the car.

sandwiched between nick and nathan, i check the time on my phone. nick grabs my wrist and moves it out of the way to give himself a better view of my lock screen.

“that is such a cute picture.” he says admiringly. it was a picture of matt and i. the picture was taken from behind while matt gave a piggy back ride back to the car because my feet hurt from wearing heels to madison’s concert.

“you took it.” i laugh.

“i know. i really out did myself huh.” he hypes himself up. i smile and roll my eyes.

once we get to the cape house, we unload the car. all of our bags scattered haphazardly throughout our respective rooms. the same rooms each of us have stayed in for years. nate with chris, nick with matt, and me, having been the only girl, with my own room.

“let’s go to the beach!” nate walks out into the kitchen, clapping his hands together.

…

the beach was just within walking distance. matt and i fell behind the rest of the group.

“i’m so glad you’re back.” i tell him.

“me too. i missed you.” he replies.

“i missed you too.” i admit. “a lot.” i look up and meet his eyes. we just stare at each other for a second. we didn’t really need to say anything. it was almost just a mutual understanding that each other were our favorite person.

if only he knew the extent.

the only person i’ve confided in about my feelings for matt was nate. which was precisely why he kept shooting me knowing glances anytime matt and interacted. nate swore that he knew i was in love with matt for years, before i even knew myself.

i can’t exactly pinpoint when i fell in love with my best friend, but i do remember when i realized.

flashback

matt and i sit together in the hammock string between two large oak trees in the backyard of the cape house. the gentle breeze swaying us back and forth softly. the sun was going down just to the right of us. beautiful pink and orange hues paint the sky.

“i could stay right here forever.” matt breaks the silence that had fallen between us.

“me too.” i reply softly.

“oh hey i have something for you” he digs his hand around in his pocket and pulls out a baby pink seashell. he hands it it me.

“i’ve never seen a pink one like that before.” he tells me as i admire the gift.

“me either. i love it. thanks matt.” i smile sweetly at him.

“of course.” he returns the smile.

i feel the heartbeat in my chest racing and my cheeks heating up. the feeling i had been carrying around with me for quite some time became abundantly clear.

i was in love with my best friend.

when i got home that night, i tied a string around the shell, and wore it as a necklace. and i haven’t taken it off since.

end of flashback

that was back when we were 16. 4 whole years i’ve gone hiding my biggest secret from the one person i told everything to.

our gaze was interrupted by chris. “jesus, yall are some slow pokes” he hollers back at us.

we both laugh and pick up out pace.

soon we arrive at the beach. i’ve always loved the beach. it truly is my happy place.

especially when i’m with matt.

nick snaps pictures here and there.

“oh my gosh matt look! this is just like your tattoo!” i hold out a shell to him.

“oh shit you’re right.” he holds out his arm, revealing his tattoo.

“that’s sick.” chris admires the similarity while nick takes a picture.

…

later that night, we all sit in the living room debating on what movie to watch.

“chris im not watching planet of the apes again. we’ve watched it like 9 times already.” nick argues, shutting down chris’s pleads.

“how about grown ups?” matt suggests.

“yes i love that movie.” nate agrees.

“that’s fine with me.” nick shrugs and starts typing it in.

“is that good with you?” matt leans down to where i was sitting in front of him, his voice soft and genuine.

“yeah that’s good with me.” i tell him.

he smiles and pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing me to come sit up there with him. i stand up from my spot on the floor and sit down next to him. he drapes a blanket over the both of us.

about an hour or so into the movie, my eyes get heavy. i lean my head on matt’s shoulder, to which he responds with wrapping his arm around me. this was nothing out of the ordinary. there’s pictures going back to when we were in preschool of the two of us practically fused together passed out on the living room floor.

suddenly, a gentle shake of my shoulders woke me up from a sleep i hadn’t even known i fell into. my eyes flutter, slowly regaining focus. when they do, i’m met with matt’s gentle blue eyes.

“hey, you wanna go lay down in your bed? i don’t want your neck to be sore.” he asks, genuinely concerned for my comfort.

i look around, everyone else appeared to have gone into their rooms.

“yeah i probably should.” i say through a yawn.

matt grabs my hand and helps me stand up from the couch. we walk down the hallway. my room came before his and nicks.

“goodnight matt.” i say, slowly turning the doorknob.

“goodnight y/n. see ya in the morning.”

i toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. i stand up from bed, and leave my room. slowly making my way to the kitchen to get a drink, careful to not wake anyone up.

i open the fridge and grab a water. before i can take a sip, i hear a familiar voice behind me.

“can’t sleep?” the sudden breach of silence made me jump a little. i turn around and see matt. he was leaned up against the door frame. his sweatpants falling dangerously low on his figure, his arm under his shirt itching his shoulder, exposing his midriff.

“nope. you?” i set my water down on the counter.

“hm mm” he replies.

we stand in silence for a few moments before matt breaks the silence again.

“wanna go to the beach?”

….

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[juyeonszn]

SWEET

PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 4.61k

GENRES fluff ﹒ smut ﹒ minuscule bit of angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, boy next door/neighbor au, reader was in a toxic-ish relationship, juyo is so cute and so sweet, until he’s kinda 😵‍💫 yk?, um kevin and changmin appearances, reader being absolutely irrevocably impossibly down bad for juyeon’s hands, so hand kink lol, making out, vaginal fingering, cum eating…. lol, they get a little sappy at the end

SUMMARY maybe this was for the better. maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor.

MORE i would like to apologize for putting this out a day late… um i was really busy preparing for my enhypen concert so 😭 not a lot of writing was happening since there wasn’t enough brain juice flowing. anyways. ENJOY <3 pls rb if u did! (ALSO THANK U REESE AND @sungbeam FOR BETAING AND EDITING <<<3 i love y’all sm)

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

If there was one thing you took pride in, it was your keen sense of hospitality.

You’d been raised as the type of girl to always be welcoming when a new face arrived, to be that guiding light for them as they adjusted to all the changes in their life. When you were little, your mother taught you to introduce yourself first, because you never knew if that person was shy or not. Of course, there was the usual ‘Stranger Danger’ pep talk, but it differed greatly from the new friend pep talk.

The first time you exhibited this wonderful trait of yours was in middle school when the foreign student in your class was forced to stand at the front of the room. He wasn’t necessarily shy, but you could tell he didn’t really enjoy being put on the spot, hands behind his back as he said his name and where he was from.

Kevin Moon. Age 13. Vancouver, Canada.

The only empty desk in the classroom was the one beside yours, and that was the golden opportunity to become best friends with the new kid. As soon as he settled into his seat and class had resumed as normal, you leaned over slightly and cupped a hand over your mouth to whisper loud enough that he could hear.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!”

He gave you a small smile in return and from then on, you and Kevin Moon were the best of friends.

The second time you proved your kindness was your freshman year of college. It was still syllabus week, but your professor had sent out an email over the weekend with papers that needed to be printed and brought to class. The guy next to you didn’t get the memo, freaking out over already messing things up on the first day.

You didn’t know him at all, but you felt bad that he was so stressed. In turn, you decided to rip up your own papers. He looked at you like you were crazy, maybe because you were. What idiot does something like that?

You give him a warm smile. “There. Now we’re both missing it.”

All he can do is laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m Changmin.”

“Y/N.”

After that, Ji Changmin came to be another one of your closest friends. It was kind of silly that something your mother instilled in you at a young age had become such a big part of your life. It brought you people who you’d cherish forever. But it also brought people you wish you’d never met.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Y/N, babe, we can work through this—”

“Are you deaf?” Your tone raises and your feet carry you to the front door, swinging it open. “I said to get out of my apartment.”

“We’ve been together for three years. You’re not gonna fight for us?” He pleads, clasping his hands as he stands in front of you.

“Why would I? Why should I stay with someone who doesn’t value me enough to stay loyal?” You seethe, your anger growing in size the longer you glare at his pathetic face. The face of a man you thought would love you until death did you part.

“She meant nothing to me!” He tries to rationalize with you, but you won’t have any of it. You weren’t stupid and you sure as hell weren’t blind.

“Do you take me as a fucking fool, Daehyun? I’ve known for months that you weren’t ‘working late at the office’. She even DMed me and showed me screenshots of your messages. Now get out before I call the cops.” You’re so pissed off that you don’t even realize you’re crying, fat tears trickling down your hot cheeks.

“After all I’ve done for you and all I’ve given you? You’re gonna act like a bitch?” He drops the innocent boyfriend act, backing you into the doorframe.

“Leave, Daehyun.” You say flatly. You’re not gonna give him the satisfaction of crumbling beneath the weight of his words. You knew the truth, you knew what kind of person he truly was after all this time.

He scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the hook beside him and finally storming out of your apartment. You cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the sobs that so badly want to escape. You watch as he bumps shoulders with a stranger holding a box, thankfully not looking back at you.

You make eye contact with said stranger, eyes wide like a child who’d just gotten caught with their hands in a cookie jar. His eyes resemble those of your friends’ when you told them you’d found out about your boyfriend’s infidelity. You both stand there for a moment, an impromptu staring contest ensuing.

Quickly, you snap out of your trance, cowering into your apartment. You vaguely remember the elderly woman across the hall mentioning that someone was moving into the unit beside yours. She had never told you a specific date, though. Had you known it was today, you might’ve expedited the dramatic break-up with Daehyun.

How could you possibly introduce yourself to him after he witnessed that? And in your current state; snot-nosed and teary-eyed? There was no way. You’d just have to postpone that for another day. Hopefully he didn’t mind too much.

“Was he cute?”

“Kevin, why is that what you’re worried about?” Changmin’s mouth pulls into a thin line, smacking the slightly older male over the back of the head. He winces, caressing the spot to ease the pain.

“I wasn’t really paying attention to that when I had just shoved my cheating ex boyfriend out of my apartment,” you push around the ramyeon on your plate with your chopsticks. “I do feel terrible that he had to see that though. But how can I face him after that?”

Kevin taps his chin with his index finger, lips pursed in thought. “Why don’t you bake for him? Welcome him to the complex like the hospitable neighbor you are.”

“That’s not a half bad idea, actually.” Changmin nods, shoveling some rice onto his spoon. The Pisces deadpans and reclines in his chair.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Okay, enough bickering you two. I need you to finish eating so I can start planning what to bake.”

The third time you practice your mother’s life lesson, is the next evening when you’re face-to-face with your neighbor’s door.

Your hands have begun to clam up beneath the warm tupperware of cookies you were holding. Were you supposed to just knock on his door like everything was fine and dandy? What if he wasn’t even home? Maybe you should just leave the baked goods with a note and—

The door swings open to reveal the stranger from a few days ago. However, this time he also wears that expression of shock, cat-like eyes widened. Your mouth moves like fish out of water, not sure what you should say or how you should say it. So you don’t think and you just act, extending the tupperware towards him.

“H-Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m your neighbor,” your speech is a little shaky, but you’re too nervous to focus on that. “I— um— I baked these for you as a housewarming gift to welcome you to the complex. As well as an apology for making you a bystander in my messy breakup.”

His features relax as a smile inches its way onto his face, graciously accepting the treats you made for him. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. And don’t even worry about it, I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“N-No, you’re fine, I swear! We shouldn’t have aired our dirty laundry so publicly like that. You did nothing wrong.” You wave your hands as if physically dismissing his words. He lets out a little chuckle that warms your chest.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m glad that you left the dude. He sounded like a total asshole,” your neighbor tucks the tupperware under his arm, leaning against the threshold of his apartment. “You seem too nice to settle for somebody like that. From what I’ve seen, of course.”

You don’t know why that has your heart skipping a beat like a high school girl. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he really was cute. He had a boyish charm to him, but not so much so that it overpowered how handsome he was. Kevin was going to have a field day with this information.

“Uh, thank you. I should be getting back to my place now. I have an early day at work tomorrow. Have a good night!” You clear your throat to kick yourself out of whatever stupor you were about to fall into, bowing. As you’re turning on your heel to make the ten foot trip to your own apartment, he calls out your name.

“I’m Juyeon, by the way.” He grins, waving as you push open your door.

“Now that is quite the interesting development.” Kevin snorts, helping himself to one of the raspberry filled donuts you’d just finished baking.

“If you keep eating my product, I’m gonna have to kick you out of the kitchen and out of my bakery,” you chide, swatting his hands away from the baker’s rack. “And how is that interesting in the slightest? I literally gave him the cookies, apologized, and that was that.”

“He was literally flirting with you, Y/N. Changmin, tell her I’m right. Apparently I’m no longer a voice of reason here.” He says through a full mouth.

“I mean, yeah? Kinda? Calling a girl nice is usually guy code for ‘I think you’re attractive and I could see myself sleeping with you’,” Changmin shrugs, tearing off a piece of Kevin’s donut. “But I also see where you’re coming from. You did just meet each other. He could’ve just been trying to console you in a way.”

“Why am I even friends with men when they’re useless?” You throw your head back, speaking to no one in particular.

Perhaps Kevin truly was overthinking the situation. Juyeon seemed to be a kind person who probably didn’t want any problems with his neighbors. It made sense why he’d side with you after witnessing your break up. Besides, the wounds were still too fresh to even consider thinking of anyone else in such a way. No matter how hot they may be…

You’d just have to wait and see for yourself. Only time could tell what would become of the nature of your relationship with your cute new neighbor.

You look insane with everything in your cart, filled to the brim with baking ingredients. It was around 10 PM and here you were, at the grocery store buying the things needed to make cinnamon rolls. Being a baker with a bit of a sweet tooth meant your cravings got a little out of hand at times, forcing you to make drastic decisions. (I.E. grocery shopping so late at night.)

Even your clothing choice was silly: flimsy pajama shorts with Care Bears patterned on them, a baggy t-shirt, and matching slippers. It’s not like anyone cared anyway. And it wasn’t like you were trying to impress anybody either.

But as you’re walking towards the registers, you start to regret your outfit. You very quickly spot your neighbor with a basket on his arm, waiting in line for self-checkout. You feel all the color drain from your face as you stand there, staring like an absolute idiot.

He’s dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, a hoodie swallowing his figure. He looks so effortlessly good, it kind of makes you upset. Because how are you just now meeting a guy who’s both kind and attractive? As far as you were concerned, they didn’t exist in real life— they only existed in fairytales.

Juyeon looks up from his phone and catches your eye, his hand coming up to give you a little wave and one of those crinkly eye smiles that he does when you pass each other in the hall.

As the weeks have passed, you’ve seen him more and more than you deemed normal. You’d bump into each other on the way to or from picking up your mail, you’d hold the elevator for the other in record time, and you’d even leave your apartments at the same time. Now it appears you’re running into the guy at the supermarket, too. You tried to chalk it all up to coincidence, that you just both happened to be thinking on the same wavelength.

But shyly waving back to him right now reminds you that divine intervention had crazy ways of working its magic. Perhaps those had all just been openings for you to engage in something more with your cute neighbor. And there was only one way to find out.

You psych yourself up as you walk towards him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Juyeon’s smile grows wider as he notices you approaching. “Hey, stranger. What are you up to tonight?”

“Some late baking,” you giggle, wanting to punch yourself in the face for sounding like a goddamn school girl. “I was actually wondering if you’d like to come over and keep me company? Totally up to you of course! I just thought it might be nice to get to know each other properly.”

Your suggestion is what leads the two of you to meet back up at your apartment after purchasing your respective groceries. You attempt to tidy up as best you can while you wait for the knock at your door, setting out all the ingredients on the counter and preheating your oven.

The soft knock comes moments later and you find yourself practically running to open the door, grinning at the sheepish expression on Juyeon’s face. You allow him inside of your apartment, trailing after him into the kitchen. Part of you felt like you were moving on too fast after Daehyun. As a baker, your kitchen was your safe space. It was where you went when you needed to be alone and in the comfort of what you knew best. Kevin and Changmin were the only ones you trusted to be within that element. For you to let Juyeon in— to let him permeate the walls you’ve never let down before, not even with your ex— was brand new territory.

“I almost forgot you own a bakery,” Juyeon speaks up, fingers tracing along the stand mixer. “But seeing all this expensive equipment reminded me of that. It only makes sense that someone as sweet as you would constantly be around sweet treats.”

You fail to bite back your smile. Maybe this was for the better. Maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor. He laughs when you nudge his shoulder, grabbing all the dry ingredients for the dough.

“On a scale of one to ten, how patient are you?” You ask, avoiding his eyes as you open the flour. The question was in regards to several things.

“I’d say about an eight or nine. Patience is a virtue, you know. It comes easily if you practice hard enough.” He answers, leaning against the counter and watching you.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, searching for your measuring cups. Both you and Juyeon begin to measure out the dry ingredients, dumping them into the mixing bowl. You decide to let him take some of the reins, folding in the mixture of milk, egg, butter, and yeast. While he does that, you prepare the cinnamon sugar.

“I think I’m done. What do I do next?” He turns to you, head cocked to the side slightly. You might actually die of cuteness aggression. The duality of man would one day drive you to the brink of insanity.

“Now you just knead it until it’s smooth.” Your back is to him as you say this, putting away any refrigerated items so they don’t go bad. But as you face him again, you wish you hadn’t.

Your eyes zero in on his hands, kneading the dough with careful, nimble fingers. You feel light-headed as you slip into a spell, gawking at how long and slender they are, massaging the dough like an expert. How had you never noticed how big and pretty his hands were?

Maybe baking with Juyeon was a bad idea. You could barely focus on anything but his fingers pressing the under-construction-cinnamon rolls into the counter. Oh how badly you wanted to be that dough— his hands all over you, groping and massaging and kneading and caressing everywhere they could reach.

The veins running up his arms weren’t helping either, instead fueling the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. You feel your lips part, eyes glossed over with that all too familiar lustful intensity. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had to wipe away drool after this.

“Y/N?” Juyeon glances up from the dough, a little taken aback by your reverie. He follows your line of sight, grinning to himself smugly when he realizes what has you so transfixed. He’s finally found your weakness, and he couldn’t wait to dangle it over your head. Patience was a virtue, but perhaps it would be okay for him to dabble with a vice for once.

He pushes out the dough, using his thumbs to spread it into a rectangular shape. He feels his blood pressure rising the darker your eyes get. However, he’s aware that you just recently got out of a relationship. He wants to move at a pace you’re comfortable with. So he won’t take the first step. He has to leave that up to you.

It’s at a certain point that you come to, blinking to force away the dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. You travel your field of vision to his face, where you find him already looking at you. Your cheeks heat up in mortification from being caught red-handed. You were just gawking at the poor guy’s like they were a piece of fresh meat. This was terrible.

You swallow thickly, averting eye contact to grab the bowl of cinnamon sugar. “Uh, we can start forming the rolls now so they can rise. And then— um— and then we can make the glaze.”

The burn of his gaze on your profile has you tripping over your words, cinnamon sugar sprinkling onto the counter space surrounding and the knife almost slipping from your grip when you go to cut the dough. Juyeon catches it for you, wrapping his fingers around yours to guide your movements and keep them steady.

You feel his breath behind your ear, his chest pressed to your back. His hand is so much larger than your own, nearly covering it entirely. He doesn’t make an effort to move either, rolling the dough into swirl shapes along with you. The whole time this is happening, neither of you are saying a word, letting the silence consume you and the air around you.

As the rolls are rising/baking, you set up everything necessary for making the icing. Juyeon watches with hearts in his eyes as you whisk the sugar, cream cheese, vanilla, and butter in a separate bowl. He wonders how many other people you let see you in this setting. How many people get to see you do the thing you love so dearly?

“I’d like to visit your bakery sometime, if you wouldn’t mind,” Juyeon suddenly says, resting his elbows on the counter as you taste test the icing. “I wanna try all of the desserts you bake.”

“I’m opening later tomorrow morning actually,” you smile, humming in appreciation when the sweetness of the glaze hits your taste buds. “You can come with me to try the fresh batches before I put them out? I’ll warn you though, I get there at like six.”

“AM?” His eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

“Yes, AM.” You laugh, lightly shoving him backwards.

“I’ll put like ten alarms so I can make sure I’m up in time, then.” He pokes his cheek with his tongue, tipping his head to the side. The goofy smile on your face remains even after minutes have passed and the two of you are just waiting for the cinnamon rolls to finish baking.

It feels like hours have gone by with the two of you standing there when they’re finally ready. The ding of the oven has you springing into action, putting on some oven mitts and taking out the baking sheet. Juyeon's eyes light up and even though you’d just been losing your mind over how insane he was making you, you find yourself cooing at him.

He laughs as you grab a couple spare icing bags for the cinnamon roll glaze, filling them generously. You hand one over to him and decide to split the rolls evenly, icing one half yourself while he does the other. And for once, you think that tonight might end normally. You think that nothing eventful will happen and you’ll just ice the cinnamon rolls without problems.

But you were wrong, like always.

“Ah, shit—”

You glance up from the roll you were glazing to see what the fuss was about. Juyeon’s icing bag tore somehow, the sticky topping getting all over his hand. Truly, you were no better than a man, with the filthy thoughts inhabiting your brain almost instantaneously.

He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking the glaze off the back of his hand and wrapping his lips around his thumb. You felt dizzy, drunk on the sight of your extremely attractive neighbor doing something so sensual without even trying to. You bite your lip, accidentally dropping your own icing bag due to lack of attention.

Juyeon smirks slightly, relishing in the way it takes absolutely nothing to hypnotize you with his hands alone. He really tried to keep himself contained. He really wanted you to extend the first olive branch, but he knows you’re apprehensive. So just this once, he tells himself that it’s okay to initiate, to give you a little push in the right direction.

He takes a step closer to you, caging you against the counter. You stare up at him with wide, doe eyes, as if you were completely innocent despite the naughty images flashing behind them. Juyeon brings his thumb up to your lips, the pad of it still covered in icing.

“Think you could clean this up for me?” He asks, voice low and husky. You could actually combust with that all on its own.

Just like your formal introduction, you don’t give yourself the time to think, and act, instead, running your tongue along the length of his thumb. Juyeon doesn’t restrain the groan in the back of his throat, holding your face in his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

You reciprocate immediately, fisting his hoodie like it was the only thing capable of stabilizing you. Maybe it was, with the way Juyeon’s lips synchronized with yours and his fingers tangled in your hair. You thought the ground would swallow you whole and wake you up from this dream. On what planet did someone like Lee Juyeon like a girl like you?

His hands slide down your body, groping everything in their path desperately before cupping under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter. He knocks the baking sheet of cinnamon rolls out of the way, palms rubbing up and down the sides of your legs. You want more, so much more, but you’re afraid to ask. You’re afraid to start something you’re not even sure you can emotionally handle.

Juyeon senses your hesitation, detaching from you momentarily. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want. I understand if you still need time.”

“N-No, I want this— I want you— I'm just… scared.” You breathe, your forehead using his shoulder for support.

“I'm not him, Y/N. I can give you the world if you’d let me. I’d never do what he did to you, that’s a promise.” He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the crown of your head.

“Okay,” you nod, smiling up at him. “I trust you, Juyeon.”

You reconnect your lips as his fingers slip beneath your pajama shorts, toying with the waistband of your panties. His lips curl up when he feels you squirm, legs parting to make more room for him in the middle of them. You sigh, body shuddering when he drags his knuckle down your clothed slit.

Juyeon hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear, hauling them down your legs. You place your hands behind you to brace yourself, a shiver trailing your spine when the cool air of your apartment hits your warm core. He groans again at the sight of you bare for him, using two fingers to spread your lower lips.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he swears, his thumb slowly circling your clit.

You whine, tossing your head back as he applies more pressure. Bit by bit, you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure of Juyeon’s gorgeous hands. Soon the stimulation on your clit amplifies when he adds another finger, thrusting it in and out of your entrance. He curls deep inside of you, like he was reaching for something he’d left.

One finger turns to two, and before you know it, Juyeon’s openly finger fucking you on the counter. He leans over your body to keep your lips together, kissing you sloppily while all his focus is on drawing you to the edge. You can almost taste it, your saccharine release in your field of vision now.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly he was able to wind you up and trip you over the edge, but you feel too euphoric to care. You pause in your kiss to look down at his handy work. (No pun intended.) It makes your head feel foggy and your vision blurry to see his deft fingers fucking you open, veins bulging, like he’d done this many times before. Your hooded eyes follow them up his forearms, a whine escaping your lips.

A particular curl of his fingers and circle of his thumb have you clenching around him, creaming like you’d never had an orgasm in your life. He doesn’t slow his assault, bringing you down just to put you back up on that summit once again. The overstimulation has you cumming a second time in a matter of what felt like seconds, whimpers becoming voluminous moans.

Juyeon kisses you softly, gently pulling out his fingers to lick them clean like he did with the cinnamon roll glaze. A choked groan bubbles past your mouth, tossing an arm over your eyes. He laughs, towing you to the edge of the counter.

He brushes some stray hairs out of your face, moving your arm to smile dopily at you. “I hope you know I was being serious about the whole treating you better thing. If you’ll give me the chance.”

“I know. I told you I trust you, remember?” You nip at the inside of your cheek. His eyes crinkle up like they tend to do when he’s smiling so genuinely. It forces the wind out of you, because how could you ever get used to a sight so stunning?

“You’re so cute.” He laughs, kissing all around your face and smushing your cheeks together.

“Juyeon,” you mumble. “I’m half naked…”

“Even better,” he grins, pecking the tip of your nose. “Makes it that much easier to do all of the other things I wanna do to you.”

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Would You Marry Me?

You couldn't say how you had ended up there for sure, hand in hand in some chapel, smiling a drunken smile at Bill as he reciprocated.

You guys were just eighteen, but drunken after a concert, you guys found your way to a chapel.

You could remember sitting on top of the trunk of Bill's car, smoking and drinking under the moon's glow.

You remembered leaning back, holding Bill's hand as he held yours, his other holding a cig and your other hand holding the alcohol.

You could remember Bill turning his head to you, smiling as he admired you like he always did, running his thumb over your hand as he stared.

"...you wanna get married?"

"What?" You laughed at his words, thinking he was joking only to see his dead serious face.

"Wait- you're serious?"

"Yeah…would you marry me, (Name)?"

You stared for a moment, a small smile on your face, nodding your head. "Yeah." You muttered, Bill chuckling softly as he leaned down to you.

"Yeah?" Bill repeated, looking into your eyes as if for confirmation. "Yeah." You laughed, Bill wasting no time to lean down and kiss you once more, the last one as just partners dating.

"Come on!" Bill slid off the trunk, you laughed as he pulled you up, almost lifting you off the trunk, taking your hand as he and you almost tripped over one another going to the chapel.

You could remember Bill smiling at you, holding your hand as you all but ignored the officiant, never hearing anything but the words you had heard many times before to others, but now it was for you.

Bill had said his "I do." While smiling at you, resisting to kiss you when he did.

The officiant then turned to you.

"Do you take Bill Kaulitz to be your lawfully wedded Husband?"

You smiled, never looking away from Bill.

"I do."

You remembered nothing more than Bill finally kissing you as you were pronounced married, laughing between kisses as everything was a drunken blur.

So now you sat on the curb of the sidewalk, papers and documents in your hands as you went over them again and again, each time with each one saying the same thing.

You were married. To Bill Kaulitz.

"Fuck, did we actually do that?" You laughed, holding the papers in your hand as you sat on the curb, Bill at your side.

"We just. We just did." Bill laughed along with you, leaning closer to you, his eyes scrunched up with his beautiful smile, his hand on the back of your neck as you touched foreheads.

"They're gonna kill us." You breathed out, barely away from his lips as you smiled, looking into his eyes.

"So fucking what?" Bill smiled, shaking his head as he leaned forward, locking your lips on a drunken kiss, the first of many kisses between your marriage.

Bill and you shared your kiss on that curb, it wasn't the best planning on your part, sure, but with Bill, everything was perfect.

That day it was leaked. A picture of you and Bill outside the chapel, kissing on the curb with marriage papers and marriage certificate in hand.

People went mad. They went crazy. They were hypocritical that you guys were too young. That you wouldn't make it. There were supporters, there were ones that were happy.

There was Tom, Gustav and Georg. Your best friends who were saddened they weren't there, but happy for you.

Maybe you wanted a real wedding with them in it.

People said that would never happen and laughed when you brought up being married to Bill forever.

None of them mattered though as you stood hand in hand with Bill once more fifteen years later, the same smitten smiles on your faces, alcohol free.

Gustav, Georg and Tom all stood beside you, Tom as the officiant to his brother for once, or at least now, you were having your actual wedding.

They said you wouldn't make it a year, but here you stood hand in hand, fifteen years later.

Same smiles. Same love. Same Bill.

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PAIRING. victoria de angelis x fem!reader

SUMMARY. y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.

WORD COUNT. 1,111

Y/N L/N DREAMED about performing from a young age. She started to enjoy the art of singing and music due to her family’s interest in the arts. It was a big part of her childhood and teenage years so the fact that she got to do what she loved with some of her best friends, well it was a huge thing to her.

Going on to win Eurovision in 2021 opened doors for her and her band, giving them opportunities they never thought possible. Måneskin growing as a whole was great but the more time went on, the harder it got for the girl to hide her true feelings. She was in love with her fellow band member and best friend, Victoria de Angelis.

The boys always teased her about it and it scared her honestly. She was always open about her sexuality, like Victoria and Ethan were, but it always felt different when Vic was involved. She would get more shy when alone with the bass player and it started to gain more attention from the public, which is something Y/N kind of wanted to avoid.

The three boys and two girls never hid any affection for one another but everyone knew that it was more friendly where the H/C haired girl was concerned. However, deep down she wanted more with the blonde. How could she not? Vic was stunning and one of the nicest people she knew. Anyone would be lucky to have someone like her.

The band had just finished a concert in New York, Y/N and Damiano being the first two backstage. The two singers did not hesitate to sit down on the couch in the dressing room. The crowd had been wild and the vibe was electric to say the least. It was one of the best crowds they’ve had on this tour so far.

“When are you finally going to tell her how you feel?” Damiano’s question snapped the H/C haired girl out of thought, her eyes moving to focus on her friend.

An unimpressed expression was painted on her features but the L/N remained silent for the next couple of seconds. She did not like the boys mentioning her secret when Victoria could just walk in and hear what was being said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She feigned innocence.

Damiano rolled his eyes at her response. “Yeah, okay. N/N, we all see how you are with her, even the fans have started to see it. You can’t keep this a secret forever and I don’t understand why you would want to. It is obvious that she likes you too.”

Y/N shook her head. “Absolutely not. There is no way that she likes me. Have you seen her? She’s way too good for me. We are just friends so I doubt she sees me as anything different.”

“You can be so stupid sometimes. Vic is in love with you too. It may be hard for you to believe but she does, so you should try to tell her how you feel. You have had these feelings for how long now and still haven’t tried. I can promise you that it will work out in your favor.” Damiano’s words were meant to be encouraging as he just wanted to see his friends happy.

The female sighed. “It’s not that easy. You know this but every time I’m around her, it’s like butterflies are in my stomach and I get so shy. I have things I want to say but I never want to mess anything up in front of her. She is so perfect to me and I want to be able to be equally as great.”

Damiano smiled when he realized that there were people standing in the doorway. The others had come back and had heard everything pretty much, including Victoria, who had a smile of her own. Y/N had not seemed to realize though, her eyes having been closed and her head laid on the back of the couch, trying to calm herself.

It wasn’t until the bassist spoke that she opened her eyes and seemed to freeze. Vic had heard what she said, there was no way she didn’t.

“You have a crush on me? It’s a good thing that I have feelings for you too.” Vic had a slight teasing tone laced in her words but she meant what she said, which really did surprise the other female.

Damiano stood and walked towards the doorway, whispering something the Ethan and Thomas before glancing at his female friends. “We’ll leave you two alone.”

The three walked away from Y/N and Victoria, going to do God knows what. The L/N was shocked to hear Vic’s own confession and it was obvious, which made the blonde laugh. She went to sit on the couch in the same spot that Damiano had just gotten up from.

“Did I hear that right,” Y/N voiced aloud, not really meaning to.

The bassist nodded. “Yes, you heard that correctly. I have had feelings for you for so long. I thought I had been clear about it but I guess my attempts weren’t enough. So, yes, I love you and it’s something I’ve wanted to say for a while. You really thought you were not good enough for me? You are more than that to me.”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes but she didn’t allow them to fall. This was really happening! Vic actually loved her. She had dreamed of this moment but it felt impossible for it to really happen. However, she couldn’t be happier.

She was speechless at first but soon regained control of her brain. “Really? I just thought you were being friendly to me. You are the most amazing person so yeah, I did think that you wouldn’t see me as anything other than a friend.”

Vic glanced down at N/N’s lips before focusing back on her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

It was such a simple question but it held so much power over the L/N, who was quick to nod and agree. Their lips met and it was better than Y/N imagined. The two pulled away after a couple more seconds and the H/C haired girl smiled.

Vic wrapped her arm around the other girl’s body before asking the important question she had on her mind. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N L/N laughed and her smile never faltered. “Yes, of course! I would love that.”

Victoria brought her now girlfriend closer and rested her head on top of Y/N’s, the two staying like that until they eventually had to get up.

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“Maze”

word count: 3.7k

summary: you and your long term crush go out to a horror maze for halloween as well as his friends. it just so happens that you both get wrapped up in a secluded area alone together… and he’s also the flame emperor Sabo

cw: slight NSFW, barely proofread, grinding

If the shrieks of consumers wasn’t enough, being chased by actors in masks and makeup was surely going to send you to your grave.

Luffy was overflowing with excitement, though, meanwhile the rest of your party was more nonchalant than anything. Being close with the ASL brothers was a blessing on certain days but a curse on most days, especially this one. You question yourself on how exactly you caught tangled in this situation in the first place. Tracing back to it, you really should’ve reconsidered your decision.

“What are those?”

You peeked over the brunettes shoulder that was bare as pure usual. In his hand were several tickets of some sorts. You began to filter your brain with exciting possibilities, like a concert or a fair. He turns back to you with a devilish smile.

“Tickets” He says which causes you to frown. Of course he was being not only secretive, but also a complete smart ass. Not surprising from Portgas Ace himself.

“Oh, you got the tickets already?” Sabo chimed in from beside. His words left you clueless now that you were completely isolated in thought. The two brothers shared mutual fond thoughts about said tickets that you had no recollection of.

“Sure as hell did! When you showed me that flyer I just had to get em’” Ace beamed, his excitement pouring out from his eyes and tongue from the way he spoke. Sabo and him exchanged laughter, and hearing it made your heart begin to melt.

Sabo and you have been tied to the bone since the first memory you can remember. As time grew, you noticed that Sabo was starting to make you gush and blush at the smallest things, like helping with errands or even the slightest compliment. With agonizing days of denial, you came to the sudden conclusion that you had fallen for your best friend just a few months back. Ace, who can’t seem to not be nosy, is the only person in your close circle who knows—and he can’t stand it. He feels like he might as well grow gray hairs from the stress you out on him. Constantly making excuses to avoid explaining your feelings to Sabo, and so on. You began to think that those infamous tickets wrapped around Ace’s fingers had something to do with your little crush.

“How many did ya get? Enough for everyone?” Sabo asks, peering down at his hand that had every ticket tuckered behind one another that created an illusion that there was just one. Ace flipped through each one with a finger.

“One, two, three, four… Six! Yeah, got enough for everyone. Luffy asked for a plus one” Ace replied. Sabo’s smile was the equivalent of the sun on a summer afternoon. It was so bright and full of excitement, you found yourself gazing for a moment before displaying your complete confusion.

“Woah, where are we going?” You finally ask abruptly. The two brothers shift their overbearing excitement to you. Their eyes flicker amongst themselves before landing on your puzzled face once more. It’s as if they telepathically pondered if they should even enlighten you.

“We’re goin’ to a Fright Fair next week” Ace presented. Your mouth went agape and you blink rapidly. Surely, this has been an ongoing plan since forever and you seemingly never knew, which is exactly what they wanted.

“Woah, huh? I never agreed to that!” You snatch a ticket out of Ace’s hand that was now yours. You read the printed text on the paper to get a little more information, but was left with just the address, date and time.

“Because I knew you’d be a pussy and back out” Ace scrunched his nose up immaturely. You snarl and prepare a come back before a hand rested on your shoulder. Your eyes trail from its fingers to the face.

“(F/N), it’ll be fun! Promise” Sabo’s voice was like butter on toast with the way it was so smooth. All your tense emotions driven by Ace was now completely gone just by his tone. Boy did he have you in a trance. “You’re grouped up with me”

“Oh thank god. If I were to be grouped with Ace, I think I might drown in his ego” You cross your arms and strike a smug look at Ace who gasped dramatically. He ran his fingers through his rather messy locks dramatically.

“If you can’t handle this overwhelming handsomeness, just say that”

And there you were. In the middle of the park, ready for your demise.

The air was frostbite whenever you inhaled. Your body was thankfully covered in warm clothing other than your palms. Each time you spoke or exhaled, you’d accumulate smoke from how shiver the temperature was. Winter was sure coming in ironically hot.

“Oooh, Oooh! Let’s do the corn maze!” Luffy was practically jumping to the moon with his finger pointed out and his other hand resting on Zoro’s shoulder, his plus one. You could faintly hear Zoro scold at Luffy for trampling on him.

“I heard the corn maze has people in it that chase you” Ace wriggled his fingers in your face in an attempt to scare you but to no avail. You replied with the most unamused face you could muster before Marco gave him a knock on the head.

“Stop being a weirdo” He had a smirk plastered on his face while Ace scolded at him for hitting him. The entire group approached the maze that not many people found interesting. You might as well be the only party daring to go in.

Sabo was beside you closely. Too closely. Your shoulders were grazing upon each other while you waited for your tickets to get verified to enter. When the staff was explaining the rules and guidelines of how to be safe inside rambled on and on, it was blurred out due to the fact that your crush was so close to you. At some moments, you two would brush finger tips against each other but quickly retract. Until you heard the words ‘find your partner’, that immediately birthed eye contact between you two.

“C’mon, don’t be chicken” Sabo spoke with that smirk. That smirk that’d immediately send shivers down your spine when he grabs your hand to pull your forward into the horror attraction. You both locked hands for a few moments while inside until Sabo went to detach himself from you to mess with his younger brother.

The entire group decided to travel in one, but with space in between. Eventually, Luffy noticed Zoro had vanished and went on the search for him. Ace swore he saw something pass by and wanted to check it out, thus leaving you and Sabo alone. Together. Together alone.

You internally cursed at Ace for having to be alone with someone like Sabo, a man who made your knees weak by subtle gestures. Of course, you two being friends and whatnot, you maintained conversation with the blonde like he was any other guy. Deep inside, though, you felt like you were going to burst. On the bright side, this maze was just a regular night stroll. The alleged actors didn’t seem to exist, so having this moment to walk around and talk with Sabo was extremely refreshing.

“You remember when Ace drank milk and he laughed so hard it came out of his nose?” You giggle, barely being able to finish your sentence without laughing halfway. The memory made Sabo laugh equally as hard. Neither of you were taking this horror attraction seriously.

“You shoulda’ saw it when he drank booze for the first time! It was hilarious” Sabo cleared his throat to prepare himself for his award winning Ace expression. “‘Sabo it burns! It burns!’”

You both sprout in laughter in unison, practically shedding tears from it. You both took mindless turns and directions just to spent more time talking with each other. Even the voices of your beloved friends began to vanish. It was silent besides the hopeless laughter between you and Sabo.

“I got one! Do you remember when Luffy-“ Sabo began but his sentence was quickly cut in half when the rustling of the corn didn’t sound like the wind grazed upon it. Your smile quickly dropped, your cheeks feeling sore from how hard you were previously smiling. Sabo’s locks danced in the wind as he stood tall to sense anyone nearby.

“You heard that too, right?” Sabo asks, his face now deathly serious. You slowly nodded. Of course, this was expected. Although, you and Sabo have been strolling about without a care in the world for the last twenty minutes without anyone scaring you. You thought the whole “chase you down” thing was just a flux.

The rustling only got more and more intense the more it crept closer. With the low amount of light, you couldn’t tell which side was moving. All you could rely on was your fight or flight at this current moment—or Sabo. Your backs faced each other while the two of you began to eye the walls of corn until the rustling abruptly stopped. The rapid pumping of your heart began to slow once the anticipated jump-scare was absent. You exhaled.

“Probably was a stray cat or something” You shrug but there you saw Sabo still tensed and expecting something else to happen. Your defense was down and you smiled up at Sabo.

“(F/N) I don’t think it was a-“ Sabo began before a deep, growling roar came jumping from out of your side of the maze. The person wore a mask with fake blood on it and a knife that might as well pass off as a real one. You shriek louder than you ever have, surely your throat would be sore after. Just as his foot stepped out to begin his pursuit, Sabo grabbed your hand once again to make a run for it.

You were still in a state of shock to even realize Sabo’s hand was comfortably wrapped around yours. You knew Sabo was fast, but you turned back to see the actor miles away trying to keep up. Sabo took mindless turns to avoid the running actor, not even caring to look at the helpful wooden direction arrows planted around the maze. Eventually, Sabo yanked you into a secluded corner of the maze that had a wall of plantation covering the entrance. It seemed like this miniature area was supposed to be apart of the attraction but the growth of the corn had accidentally covered part of it. Sabo covered your mouth to suffocate your heavy breathing while he heard the actor run close and closer toward your location.

Your face was covered in red with the way Sabo’s hand was planted over yours. Not to mention the unknown hand that managed to rest at the crook of your back. Eventually, the thumping footsteps of the man that chased you down began to vanish off to look for its new victim, leaving both you and Sabo alone. He formed a pearly smile and removed the restraints off your mouth.

“Guess we’re safe now” Sabo breathed. You managed to form a smile of your own from your sheer amount of adrenaline. Your heart was racing hundreds of miles an hour. Sabo then began to burst in laughter. “The way you screamed was hilarious though!”

You playfully punch his chest but that didn’t budge his arm around your back a bit. Sabo didn’t seem to notice the grip he had against you until you stared up at him helplessly. His laughter died down when he caught himself lost in your own eyes. Smoke from your lungs were intertwining with each other with each breath.

“Oh- My bad…” Sabo stammered, quickly detaching himself from falling further in the trance you dwelled upon him. Your chest felt a sting once he separated from you.

“Maybe we should… Relax here” You say in attempts of transitioning the topic. Your chest was still heaving from the marathon Sabo put on you. “My heart is still racing” You giggle.

Sabo formed a smile and nodded, taking his fingers to comb through his waved, golden locks. He let out one exhale before facing you again. “Yeah, sounds good. I’m sure the others are having fun”

Sabo crashes down on the floor and rests his arms on his propped up knees. You sat closely by next to him, practically brushing shoulders. You two shared an awkward state of silence, hearing nothing but heavy breathing until it steadied.

“You have soft hands by the way” Sabo blurted out from nowhere, causing you to look rather perplexed. Sabo’s face then seemed to flood in with pigment and he quickly avoided eye contact. “Sorry! Felt like I need to uh-… Mention that”

You blink. ‘Stunned’ wasn’t even the word to describe your current state. You managed to giggle at his newfound flustered state which you found more than adorable.

“You think so?” You say, extending your hand to invite the blushing blondes. Sabo smiled and rested his own in yours, feeling the plush flesh on his finger tips more thoroughly instead of dragging you around the maze.

“Yeah, geez. What lotion do you use?” He snickers. His fingers still graze your palm, causing him to make you flinch a bit from being ticklish at his touch. Your hand goes from horizontal to vertical and Sabo follows.

“Your hands aren’t so bad yourself” You graze your fingertips against his palm for a moment to feel his own skin. It wasn’t the softest, but it wasn’t hard concrete. It was a mix of both. For a man like Sabo, who trains from day to night and was a bungling kid who practically lived in the forest as a hobby, his hands were quite comfortable.

Your fingers go from his palm to match his fingertips. They stay stuck together for a few seconds before the two of you are inching to interlock fingers between each other. When they fluently latch in between together, you felt a tingle from your palms to your chest that flared your cheeks with heat. Your eyes avert from the hand holding to Sabo, who coincidentally did the same thing.

The eye contact would’ve been enough to kill you, but the inching of his face postponed that for a moment. You believed that this was a dream and you desperately wanted to pinch the plush of your skin with your might to jolt you awake but, fortunately for you, it was reality. You reciprocated and maintained eye contact with the blonde until his lips were dangerously close to yours. The flickering of your eyes that went from Sabo’s to his lips did something dangerous to him. With a hand latching to the back of your head and one separating from your hand to connect to your cheek, you were now smashed against your long-term crush by the lips.

You let out a soft whimper from surprise once you two connected but it didn’t take long until you melted into his embrace. Your body was pulled in closer than you ever thought you’d get and, surprisingly, your lips synced together fluently. Your body took upon itself to climb and straddle Sabo, cupping his face while his hands rested on your hips. From what went from a soft, passionate kiss quickly swifter to a more rough and tender make out session.

Sabo’s fingers gripped the plush of your hips, his body itching for more of you but decided to be patient and let you take over any initiative. Your tongues began to swirl and dance with each other as time passed and the two of you were growing hungrier and hungrier for each other. Although, you finally parted lips to refill your lungs that have gone shriveled from the long make out session.

“Y’know I’ve liked you for a while now, right?” You finally confess. You felt as if you might as well rip the bandaid off considering you were now on top of him and devouring his lips. Sabo was heaving and licked his lips to savor the taste of your own.

“Wait really?” He says, a tinge of excitement buried in his heavy voice. He blinks and clears his throat. “I mean- I bet I’ve liked you longer”

“It’s not a competition Sabo, just kiss me” You smiled, adoring his competitive personality that he would pour out onto his two brothers continuously. The blonde had a beaming smile like a kid at a candy store before latching his hungry lips onto yours once more.

Sabo’s hand traveled along your back, slighting snaking up behind your light jacket and shirt to feel your bare spine. The coldness of his finger tips caused you to release a soft noise while in between his lips. Your mouth moved on its own and you realized you were now giving love to his neck. His neck had a practical necklace of pinks and purples along it. You swore you were about to tear off his clothes with the small moans and whimpers we released when your lips went down on his neck and collarbone.

You felt Sabo buck his hips against your sex, causing the both of you to begin dry humping from excitement. Your heavy breathing and whimpers were right beside Sabo’s ear. You gave him a nice bite of the lobe only for him to roll his eyes back and bite his lip. He never wished to be in his bedroom with you so terribly in his life.

The blonde’s hands began to clench the fats of your ass tenderly. His bulge was driving in your core and your growing anticipation to rip his jeans off was getting worse by the second. You pressed your forehead against his own to stare deeply into his eyes. Seemingly Sabo longed to see your face again, as a growing smile cracked in his moaning lips as soon as you locked eyes.

“I love you” You whisper with a smile.

“I love you, (F/N)” He breathes, itching to feel your plump lips again.

Your bodies rocked against each other rougher and rougher. You both were practically moaning and whimpering in each other’s mouths, screaming for more. The maze was still oddly quiet aside from the background noise from the other attractions.

“Quit movin’ like that before I tear your clothes off” Sabo chuckled while in between your lips. His remark made you form a giggle. You pull away and stare deeply within his eyes. You rocked your body against his now rock hard bulge slowly and roughly.

“What? Like this?” You murmur. You heard the blonde hiss and grip on your sides. You let out your first actual moan aloud when Sabo synced with your movement. His bulge grinned against your clit in just the right spots, you immediately wondered how it would feel inside of you.

“Sabo~…” You say before his hand quickly latched onto your mouth to seal it. Of course he wanted to hear you, but that meant only he could hear you—no one else.

“Shh, you’ll get us caught” He smiled. As he stared up at your flustered face, his hand slithered down to your sex only to rub it through the cloth of your clothes with his fingers. Sabo’s hand shifted from a hand to his two fingers to which you wrapped around your lips and swirled your tongue on his digits.

“I think I might just fuck you right here and now” Sabo breathed, completely aroused by the way you suckled on his fingers almost immediately. You nodded and whimpered, not even caring about the consequences.

“Sabo!? (F/N)!?”

The voice echoing your names was scarier than the actual attraction. You both jolted and your souls might as well be coming off your body. Sabo slowly slid his fingers out of your mouth, leaving a string of saliva connected together.

“I think that’s Ace…” You breathe out, not only from sheer terror but complete arousal. Your juices might as well travel down your thigh.

“We have been here for a while, huh?” Sabo laughed. The moonlight shined upon his face just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his rather adorable red cheeks.

“We should get going” You say, sliding yourself off of Sabo’s hot lap and standing on your feet. Your eyes widened with how large the log in his pants were.

“Yeah, you’re right” Sabo grunted as he lifted himself off the ground. He adjusted his bulge in his pants to make it less visible but it seemed to be rather difficult. You then felt an arm slither to hook your waist.

“But as soon as we get back home, I’m fucking you into next week” He growled in your ear and shivers went down your spine. Sabo went from an adorable, flustered boy to such a hungry dog in mere seconds.

His lips pecked your cheek to soften that tension he put on your shoulders and he went to interlock your fingers. Your face was speaking for itself; flustered beyond belief.

“C’mon! Let’s meet the others!” He said cheerfully, as if nothing happened in the last few seconds. His body jerked forward to escape the concealed alley you two resided in.

To both of your surprises, Ace and the entire rest of the group were not far from where you two almost sinfully danced in. Ace immediately laid upon you and came running, like he hadn’t seen you in eons.

“There you two are! It’s been ages, me and Marco beat the maze already” Ace smiled brightly. Luffy sprung up behind him like a jack-in-the-box.

“Zoro got us lost and almost left the whole park!” Luffy laughed, only to receive a nice knock behind the head by Zoro from his complete embarrassment.

“Hey are you two-…” Ace pointed at your hands that was comfortably latched with the nonchalant blonde that also had bright red cheeks.

“Ace lets go, Im starving here” Marco knocked Ace on the head to interrupt the upcoming fiasco that was about to erupt just by you and Sabo holding hands.

“Yeah… I’m pretty hungry” Sabo smiled, giving you a quick side eye glance with half lidded eyes that spoke numbers. The group figured he meant food like a normal person but you knew otherwise.

You blushed further, knowing exactly how your night was gonna end in just a few moments.

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10 Jikook Moments That Make Me Say "There is no way Jikook is not real"

You know how sometimes when you are watching some Jikook content you get the random thought that says "How in the world is this even real?!?" For reals. A lot of Jikook moments are just...magical. They are something else. Real "I am you, you are me" (I really like that phrase, can you tell?).

Some moments legit have no explanation other than it's 2 people who are in love and are together. Together? Forever. Forever?

So here is my list (In no particular order, except number 1 and 2. Those moments are just the top moments for me):

10. Jungkook melting

This particular scene left a huge impression on me. Jimin caresses Jungkook's face and Jk closes his eyes and let's the touch take him. Its romantic.

There is no way on Earth that 2 people can touch each other like this and not feel anything remotely similar to love. No way.

Sure, friends with benefits can do it, or just friends can do it, but to get to this point where your face is caressed and you MELT, that's undeniable love. Touch with love elicits this sort of response. And we don't only see this in this scene, there are tons of others where the same thing happens!

(Like in yesterday's Jikook hug. Jk melted into Jimin.)

9. Mma 2018

A classic, right?

Have you ever seen any 2 other idols do this? It's like they forgot the cameras and all the people existed and poor Hyunjae next to them raising his eyesbrows left and right lol The guy seemed traumatized lol

They let their romantic thoughts win. Jk couldn't get his eyes off of Jimin. He even wanted to help him sit lol The way he looked at him. Like he wanted to kiss every inch of his face. His eyes spilling love.

I've watched this so many times and I stare at my screen in disbelief everytime. But I get it. Sometimes the moment is then and Jungkook and Jimin lived it.

8. You are my Park Filter 🥰

We are only supposed to watch unedited content, right everyone? So if you want to watch the whole live, go to weverse. This is a nice summary lol

Every respected Jikooker needs to have watched this, in my opinion lol

Jk is being the best boyfriend he can be and comes running the moment Jimin calls. There is lots of hand holding, soft tones in their voices, and very boyfriendy vocabulary being exchanged according to k-army, smiles, laughs, an appearance by their best man Mr. Hobi.

I watch this and it's like omg, they are happy together. And it makes me feel all happy to 3rd wheel along lol

If that doesn't convince you, maybe Jimin's shy shy shy face will!!!

7. Finger heartu 💕

It's not the finger heart that makes me think Jikook is real...but Jimin's reaction. Like no Jungkook, we are supposed to be chill in this concert...

And then Nam in the back tying his shoelace, that is already tied, but serves as an anti anxiety technique when dealing with Jikook.

It caught Jimin by surprise, like all these grand gestures Jungkook likes to surprise him with.

6. Jikook in their wedding suits...just kidding. Jimin losing himself when looking at Jungkook

First of all, omg. They looked handsome that day. There was a lot of Jikookery going on in these awards.

And then I see this scene. I feel like it's rare when Jimin lets his guard down and allows us to see him melt like this over Jk. I think Jimin just forgot about the cameras. His sweet smile and soft gaze for Jungkook only got softer when Jk looked at him too.

Then reality hit and back to business casual.

My point is that you don't forget that all eyes are on you unless more important eyes are on you. So many people were watching, but to Jimin, the ones that are the most important are Jungkook's eyes. And the same can be said about Jungkook.

5. 2315 in PTD Seoul

2315.

But that's not all.

In that same concert, Jk also referenced the numbers:

BUT that is not all...

After that concert, Jk had a quick live on Instagram and he referenced the numbers in his own way:

0:56 seconds: "Finally, in Korea, in 2.5 years, feels like 23 years, we finally had a concert in Korea. We got to do it..."

23. I was trying to figure out what the 23 meant since he referenced it twice. And one twitter discussion said that the was referring to 2300 days. That made sense to me. Has anyone heard anything about this number?

But going back to the 2315....

So k-army did the math for us and found that 2315 from March 10, 2022 (PTD concert) is...

November 08, 2015, which many believe might be the start of Jikook or a date that seems to be very important to them.

There is just too much persistence from both Jk and Jimin to show us what 11/8 means to them. It's like the are silently screaming it for us to understand.

4. GCF Tokyo

If Jungkook still mentions it, then so do we!

Everything about this date captured on video is literally that...a date. The video doesn't even show Tokyo...just Jungkook's Jimin and he decided to share that with us. Not for fan service or because he was forced...but maybe because "I'll be loud for you, but you gotta be there for me too..."

Jk, the hopeless romantic, organized this whole trip and focused only on Jimin, another hopeless romantic.

Whenever I hear of people saying this video doesn't have romantic tones, I leaves me baffled.

After I played this video for my partner, before they knew anything about Jikook, they were like "So are these guys getting married?" Lol

The Jikooker anthem! Let's all watch it together and cry of happiness!

Boy, I'm holdin' onto something

Won't let go of you for nothing

I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

There was a time that I was so blue

What I got to do to show you?

I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Said, I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

But you gotta be there for me too

3. Rose Bowl Ear Nomming

Friends don't do this. Friends just don't. No one does other than a significant other or someone who is interested in you romantically or sexually. Friends don't do this. I cant think of anything else to say lol just...Friends don't do this.

And then the aftermath photo doesn't lie either:

2. Euphoria

So I saw this observation in another blog but haven't seen anyone mention it. During this live, Jimin was playing everyone's song while doing Legos. He listened to Euphoria and afterwards, kept humming the melody and smiling. And after a while he says:

Why would listening to Jungkook sing remind him of being at home? It's not like Jk sings all day and night. It's not like Jimin has told us before that he listens to Jk sing about 8 hours per day...wait.

So yes, this moment is up there because Jimin's subconscious is telling us everything.

1. J-hope's Album Release Party

Ok, hear me out. In the bangtan bomb, we saw this for a total of 5 seconds max.

But this moment is LOUD. This right here should have been the end of any speculation. For reals, when I think about Jikook moments this is the biggest moment of them all. Why?

Well, because Jimin and Jk were just minding their own business in a little corner of the entire place. A little dark and cozy corner. From what we can see, their hands touching and being close enough. No one was around them. Just 2 people wanting to be close to each other.

And we've all seen this or lived this. At a party, when 2 people are hitting it off, they seclude themselves and people give them space and let be them be in their own bubble. Except that in this case, the camera caught them. Seriously, camera man? What was the reason!?!?!?

And we get Jk's face of "are you freakin kidding me?" Jimin getting shy and looking at Jk for reassurance. There wasn't supposed to be a camera or anyone around bothering. This was Jikook in their most natural state.

We also have to remember that this is during Jimin's time when he was living in the studio making FACE so Jikook wasn't spending as much time together. Jimin was taking a day off here and one thing led to another...and they are holding hands lol

And I love this moment because people don't get to say "you only have moment from 2018" "they are doing it for the cameras" "jikook jikooked when they were young but they got it out of their system" "so and so should have been there too so it wasn't a jikook thing" blah blah.

For me, this moment is it.

Watch the entire bangtan bomb and check out how Jk kept tabs on Jimin in the scenes where we see them together. And the same with Jm keeping tabs on Jk. Also, this photograph:

There is a better version of this photo but it's so edited that you can hardly see Jk.

Anyway, this is my number 1 because there is no way that this is not real.

Phew. It was hard picking...

I might need a part 2.

[myseungsunglove]

Do Something | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader 

Warnings: angst, but fluff to wrap it up

Word Count:  2.5k

𖠫Summary: The reader can’t keep her feelings to herself anymore when it comes to Kim Seungmin. After a particularly trying day busy with practices and an impending concert, she explodes on her best friend, spilling her feelings for him but doesn’t exactly go about expressing those feelings in the best way. 

✎A/N✎: I seriously meant for this to be a short drabble. This story has been in my head for weeks and I thought I could tell it quickly before laying down to sleep. Here I am 2.5k words later and this is anything but quick and short. I should have known. My biggest brain thoughts happen in the middle of the night. I’ve been reliving this story over and over on my own for weeks, now you guys can share in the drama with me. Sorry bout you. :p 

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「© September 10, 2023 by mysweethannie」

It had been a long day of rehearsal and prep for your upcoming performance at Lollapalooza with the boys. You had been on edge all day because it had really felt like you had been going non-stop for much too long. As a result, your nerves were fried and your patience was thin. 

Your best friend, Seungmin, was always in tune with your mood. As the nine of you walked to the cars waiting for you outside ready for Lee Know and Changbin to drive you to a mini retreat before your next busy schedule, Seungmin grabbed your hand as a comfort as he always did when you were exhausted or having a rough day. 

Today though, you had no patience for it. You had harbored feelings for your best friend for much too long and with your emotions on high alert after an exhausting day, the last thing you needed was comfort from your best friend who was never going to feel the same way about you that you did about him. 

As he grabbed your hand starting to interlace his fingers with yours as he was so accustomed to, you ripped your hand away. You could feel his eyes rise up to look at your face, and you just knew that stupid puppy look was plastered on his face. You refused to look at him because you knew if you did, your resolve would crumble and you would cave. So you ran ahead, leaving Seungmin to walk by himself and grabbed Chan’s arm, leaning up against him, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked. You were certain that Seungmin was very likely burning holes in the back of your head with his eyes as you walked. 

“Hey, Y/n-nah,” Chan smiled down at you, placing a comforting hand on top of yours. “You feeling any better than earlier?” 

“It’s been a busy few weeks, Chan,” you sighed. “My battery is more depleted than I thought. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.” 

“Hey! Don’t apologize. I think we’re all a little on edge. Maybe this tiny bit of time we are getting away will help?” he offered. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you mused, your head somewhere other than the conversation you were having with Chan. You reached the back of an SUV and Chan opened up the trunk. You took your backpack off your back, and set it into the vehicle. As soon as the bag was discarded into the car, there was a pair of long arms wrapping around your waist, the clean smell of soap filling your senses as Seungmin rested his chin against your neck. You could feel his warm breath against your skin and goosebumps prickled up in response. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just get absolutely rejected by my best friend and let you sit by me on the trip,” he teased, his words dancing across your skin. 

You visibly shook him off and turned quickly to face him. There was a look of utter confusion on his face as you spoke. 

“Seungmin, are you ever going to do something about this or are we going to be forever stuck in this cycle of will they won’t they?” you blurted out. He stared at you, opened mouthed, his hands now resting on your waist as you looked into his eyes, searching them for any hint or clue that he felt even the tiniest bit of something for you. All you saw was confusion. 

“Do something?” he questioned dumbly, his eyes darting back and forth between yours as if he were trying to read your mind, desperately seeking an answer to a question he wasn’t comprehending. 

You pushed away from him then, your impatience flaring into anger and you couldn’t stop the next words to come tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Yeah, fucking do something about this,” you gestured between the two of you as you took another step back. “This constant tension that is bubbling just below the surface between us every time we touch,” you rambled. “Which, by the way, is all the fucking time,” you add, gesturing wildly. “Or are you just not even remotely interested in doing anything with me and you just like that you can hold my hand and cuddle up to me without the obligation of anything more?” you accused. You felt bad the minute you said it, but there was no turning back now. 

“What are you…” Seungmin started but you cut him off.

“No, don’t. It’s obvious we are not on the same page. I can’t do this right now. Fuck. How could I have thought there could be… anything more,” you trailed off walking away. “Chan, I’m switching cars,” you told him as you walked by, making a beeline for Lee Knows car where Jisung and Felix had already climbed into the backseat, IN opening the front door to take his place. 

“Y/n, wait,” Seungmin pleaded desperately trying to follow after you. 

“Chan, do not let him follow me,” you growled as you walked around the back of the car and swung open the back door of the car where Felix was settling in. “I mean it,” you glared at Chan. 

He immediately put an arm up to Seungmin’s chest, stopping him from following you. The look on his face was nothing short of panic and confusion. You wanted so bad to make that go away, but you knew he had to get there on his own. Whatever that looked like. 

You looked down at Felix and tears started falling immediately. 

“Oh god, what’s going on?” he asked, his big, soft eyes staring up at you. 

“I just,” you started, but couldn’t continue as you dissolved into uncontrollable tears. 

Felix was immediately up and out of the car, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you tightly against his chest. You slumped in his hold and cried. You could feel him placing a hand on the back of your head, stroking it softly. You also felt the vibration of his deep, calming voice as he spoke, but you were so lost in the flurry of events that had just happened, you didn’t hear a word he said. He pulled you into the car with him, guiding you to sit in the middle seat and slid in behind you, pulling the door close. 

“We can’t all sit back here,” you mumbled, sniffling pathetically as you looked from Han to Felix. 

“Shut up, yes we can,” Han said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his hold. “What the hell happened?” he asked Felix as you cried in his arms. 

“I’ve got no clue,” he said as Lee Know climbed in the driver’s seat.  

“So you finally said something?” Lee Know asked as he put on his seatbelt and started the car. 

You nodded in response to Lee Know’s words, not brave enough to look up at him. 

“Hmmm,” he responded. “He’ll sort his shit out,” he added. 

“Oh shit,” In mumbled from the front seat. You had forgotten he was there. “Noona, what did he say?” 

“Nothing. Fucking nothing at all,” you said, wiping your tears away as you pulled away from Jisung and sat up in the seat. You ran your fingers through your hair, before you brought your head to rest against the palms of your hands while your elbows rested on your knees. “He looked at me like I had grown two heads,” you added. 

“You fucking idiot, Kim Seungmin,” Jisung mumbled from beside you, rumbing your back softly. 

You shook your head. 

“No, I’m the idiot.”

“Fat chance,” Felix interjected. “You finally tell him how you feel and he does nothing? You’re not the idiot here,” he reassures you. 

You looked up then, looking around the car. All eyes were trained on you. Even Lee Know was glancing back at you as he headed for the gas station to fill up before driving on to the condo you guys had reserved for the night. 

“I didn’t exactly tell him,” you said, shaking your head. “I more accused him of wanting to benefit from the physical intimacy of our relationship without having to invest emotionally in it.” 

“Whoa,” Jisung whispered beside you. 

“Ugh, I know,” you choked out. “God, why can’t I be normal for once in my fucking life?” 

“The day I speak perfect english,” Lee Know sassed as he got out to pump gas. It made the atmosphere shift a little in the car, everyone laughing. 

“Come on, let's run to the bathroom and grab you a drink,” Han said, opening the door and grabbing your hand, dragging you from the car. 

You walked past the other car where Seungmin was filling up the SUV. He looked up as you passed, his eyes somewhat red rimmed and a brooding look on his face. When your eyes met, his glance softened, and you could see words dancing across his lips that were dying to come out but he didn’t say a word. 

You quickly used the restroom. When you came out, Felix was shaking two waters at you and handed one to you, then grabbed your hand and walked back to the car with you. Han was quickly there too, an arm thrown over your shoulder as the three of you walked together. It was like they were your protectors. If only they could protect your heart from yourself, you thought as you climbed into the car. Seungmin had already returned to the back seat of Changbin’s car. 

The rest of the trip went on, the boys doing their best to distract you from everything that had happened before you left. This day was supposed to be about STAYs and here it had turned into a complete disaster. Lee Know drove through McDonald’s, ordering everyone food and IN played DJ in the front seat. As you cruised down the dark road, Han sleeping soundly beside you and Felix singing along with the song, you glanced down at your phone to see that you had a string of messages from Seungmin. You didn’t open them. You just shoved your phone back into your pocket, and tried to shove down your feelings as well. 

The other car beat you to your destination, but none of it’s occupants, save Kim fucking Seungmin were waiting for you. He stood in the parking lot with his hands shoved in his black pants, black framed glasses resting on his face, a blue plaid shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. His eyes watched as Lee Know parked the car. Immediately he made a beeline for the car. 

He pulled open Felix’s door just as harshly as you had back at the company. 

“Out,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “Now,” he added with a warning. 

“Down boy,” Lee Know said from the front seat, but got out all the same. “Let’s go, fellas,” he called after the rest of the car. 

Han squeezed your leg and pushed open his door. 

“Just tell him the truth,” he whispered against your temple before placing a quick kiss there and getting out of the car. 

Felix looked over at you, a look on his face that said he thought he would betray you by getting out of the car and leaving you alone with Seungmin. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him. 

He climbed out reluctantly, shoving past Seungmin a little more roughly than usual. 

You saw Seungmin’s jaw clench and his shoulders bristle, but he didn’t respond to Felix, he just climbed into the car and sat where Felix had. 

“Seungmin, I…” you started but you were abruptly cut off. 

You barely had time to register that the two of you were alone in the car before Seungmin’s hands were delicately cupping your cheeks, his lips crashing less delicately and more desperately against your own. At first you were shocked, your eyes wide, your body tense. The moment your brain caught up with what was happening, you reached out for Seungmin, your hands wrapping around his small waist and pulling him against you, the kiss becoming more intense as his tongue tangled with yours. 

After many breathless moments, how long you weren’t really sure, Seungmin pulled away from you, his lips swollen from their first encounter with yours. 

His forehead rested against yours and he sighed heavily. 

“Are we on the same page now?” he asked, his breath fanning across your face. “I did something about it,” he added, almost more to himself than to you. 

“You definitely did do something,” you agreed. You moved your hands from being wrapped around him and placed them on the sides of his face. “Seungmin, are you sure that was something you wanted?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer. 

“I love you,” he let out in a whisper. “I have for so long. I have no fucking clue you ever wanted anything more,” he admitted.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. 

You pressed your lips against his again, this time it was soft and comforting a stark difference from the desperate first kiss from before. His lips moved against your like they were made to do so. 

“Most best friends don’t act like we do, Min,” you tell him. “We’re so close. How was I ever going to do anything other than fall in love with you, you idiot?” 

He smiled then, his eyes lighting up for the first time. 

“Really?” he asked. 

“Really,” you confirmed. “I’m so sorry for what I said back there. I’m exhausted and I lashed out and before I could stop it, I had made a big fucking mess with my stupid ass words and I didn’t know how to take it back.” Your hands fell from his face then, into your lap. 

He immediately grabbed both of your hands, holding them in his. 

“I’m used to your messes,” he said gently. “You usually tell me what you’re thinking,” he added. “Why didn’t you tell me this?” 

“The same reason I guess you didn’t tell me,” you shrugged. “I was afraid you didn’t feel the same.” 

“I’ve felt this way from the moment I first met you,” Seungmin admitted. “I’m gonna be here waiting even through the shitty times if you’ll have me.” 

You pulled him into a hug then, your face falling into his neck and breathing him in. Everything about him was comforting and you were wishing like hell you had just talked to him instead of blowing up at him, but you couldn’t change that now. 

“If you can put up with me, of course I’ll have you Kim Seungmin,” you say. “It always has been and always will be you.” 

[sweet-villain]

The First Cut Is The Deepest~ E.M

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@amberolivia666 asked:

Hi, I'm back with another angst request 🫣

Reader and Rockstar Eddie have been friends since forever. But their new relationship is fairly new( like a couple of weeks new). You're backstage after a Corroded Coffin concert. You're with all your friends and Eddie. His manager comes in saying he's sending someone backstage. She's Corroded Coffin's biggest fan. A few minutes later, "the fan" comes in, and it's a groupie Eddie used to hook up with before he got in a relationship with the reader. She goes up to Eddie and hands him a sonogram with bright red letters "congratulations you're going to be a dad".

Angst

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“You’ve been standing there for a couple of minutes, everything okay?” Jeff comes up to you from behind as he spots you taking peeks behind the curtain. Tonight was a big crowd, bigger than you have ever seen. It’s not that you were nervous but you were shocked to see so many. 

“ Yeah, I’m alright. Just look” you peeled the curtain back to let Jeff see what you were looking at and he chuckled. 

“ Not a fan of big crowds?” He patted your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “ Don’t worry, we won’t let anything get to you or let you fall.” He laughed while you punched him playfully in the chest. 

“ Are you two causing trouble?” You heard the sound of your boyfriend’s voice as he watched you and Jeff interact for a bit before he made his way over. You turned your head at the sound of his voice and happiness overflowed you at the sight of him. He has became your person and your happy place at the same time. 

The wide smile spreads across your face as you hopped your way over to your boyfriend who embraced you into his arms. The scent of cigarettes, sweat and his own scent fills you with feeling like home as your arms wrap around his waist. He glances down at you with those chocolate brown eyes that you adore. 

“ God, you two make me sick” Jeff muttered as he rolled his eyes, walking away and leaving you two alone. You can hear the shouting from behind the curtain from the fans that came to see the show. More like girls squealing that they are actually here and not dreaming they were elsewhere.

“ You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asks bringing up his hand to brush a strand behind your ear and his head tilting to the side as his eyes roam your face to make sure there wasn’t anything off about you. He found traces of nothing as he examines your face. He is silent, taking in your beauty. 

“ I’m more than okay, right here” you lean into his touch once his hand cups your face and the affection melt his heart. He loves having his hands on you wherever he can until the two of you were alone. Not like alone like this. You were bound to get interrupted by someone, it was always like that. 

His face beams as he pokes your nose. 

“ Aren’t you just adorable” this time you let out a giggle as he pokes your nose the second time. One of his favorite sounds to hear besides your laughter. You and Eddie haven’t been dating all too long and everything was still freshly new. You knew Eddie back in high school when he was the Dungeon Master to his Hellfire club, where he was your best friend and you were only just part of his sheep pack. 

One Corroded Coffin blew up after high school like Eddie had imagined, you were in for the ride too because the guys wouldn’t sign a record deal or go on tour without there best friend. There most trusted sheep of all. The one that kept it all together when they were on the road. You knew going on tour with them would have a price, that price would be developing feeling for your best friend and seeing him in a different light for the first time. 

You would watch groupie after groupie leave his dressing room, he would party and the name Eddie Munson became a name, no girl would forget. It got to the point where you chose to ignore him and focus on working backstage helping the crew set up for the shows during the tour. You had became the merchandise girl too, helping to sell whatever you could to be away from Eddie. He had taken notice your change in mood and the way you were distancing yourself from him. It hurt him and he chased you down until the other guys had enough of you playing cat and mouse, locking you in a room together to solve it. 

They also agreed to miss playing a show if it came down to you and Eddie being like this until things were back to normal. 

You had finally confessed what was bothering you to him and he had the smuggest look on his face when he found out that his most trusted sheep, his best friend and the girl he thought never would choose him, had feelings for him. Him. Out of everyone in the world. You chose to have feeling for him. 

No words were spoken as he pulled you into the deepest most shocking kiss of your life that day. When he pulled away he told you he’d chosen you from the beginning he saw you in his English class when you chose to sit down next to him. He told you he fell for you the day you stood up for him against Jason Carver chugging your school bag at him while Eddie was close to tears picking up his papers from his notebook. 

You had became everything to him that day. 

Over the years as Corroded Coffin got bigger and bigger, Eddie had grown out a slight beard. His arms were inked with tattoos, including his hands, his hair grew a bit longer too and he either put it up in a bun or let it down. He gotten his nose pierced too. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful. 

“ Your eyes are going to fall out if you keep starting at me, sweetheart” He brings you out of your thoughts with a small laugh. But his cheeks are hinted red as he caught you starting at him. He loves it when you look at him like you were giving him the world at the fingertips. 

“ You know your quite the looker, Munson” his cheeks redden some more, he taken some of his hair to shield his face becoming shy all of sudden. “ Awe look at my man being all cute” you gushed poking his side where he moved away feeling ticklish. He put his finger up as if telling you to not to do that or else. 

“ Oh? What are you going to to?” You stood there with your hands on your hips. Eddie squinted his eyes. 

“ You don’t want to go there, baby” 

“ Eddie!” Gareth shouted to get Eddie’s attention breaking the moment between the two of you. Eddie turned his head at the sound of Gareth’s voice, with an eyebrow raised he asked, “ What, Emerson?.” 

“ We need you here, a couple of fans are coming for a meet and greet before the show” Gareth tells him. Eddie sighs because he doesn’t want to leave you. But he has to, for his job. His lips grow in a thin smile when he looks down at you. 

“ Go” you chuckled watching as his pout comes out and his brown doe eyes are pleading. He’s telling you that he doesn’t want to go and leave you. 

“ Munson, you better get there before I turn this show around and cancel it” the sound of his manger’s voice comes from the side as they walk up. You step back, frowning. You don’t partially like the bands manager. Eddie grumbled underneath his breath and leaned down kissing your cheek. You can tell how annoyed he is. 

“ I’ll be okay” you mouthed to him. He nods as he takes one look at the manager and walks away hoping that their manager wouldn’t give you a hard time. Their manager looks down at you and gives you a look over, chewing gum in their mouth and scoffs at the sight of you. 

You were glad they didn’t say anything.

You walked across to see if there was anything you could do to help out for the show when you hear the sound of a girls voice. You looked at the glimpse of the meet and greet seeing a woman near your boyfriend batting her eyelashes at him as he signs her arm, she is saying something to him while Eddie mumbles. You can see the force smile because she is making him uncomfortable by wrapping her arms around him all of sudden and looking up at him, in his space. Eddie looks up in time to meet your gaze and you sent him a small wave which he returns. 

All head turns to look at you and you quickly walk away, not wanting to disturb the meet and greet as it is happening. 

“ Who was that?” Someone asks Eddie. Eddie doesn’t answer the question because the two of you haven’t really talked about letting the world know that Eddie Munson was off the market and he didn’t want the paparazzi to give you attention. The relationship between the two you were still new and he didn’t want to overwhelm you with all of this.

You were already part of it and he didn’t want to push it more. 

Instead of answering, Eddie had turned to glance down at the girl telling her to take a selfie with him which she happily nodded her head and taking out her phone, beaming with happiness and begins to tell Eddie how his music brought her happiness. But all Eddie’s head could wrap around was to make sure you were okay. You had tun off to quickly. 

You had just finish setting up Eddie’s guitar when he makes his way over to you, he had two water bottles in his hands. One for you and one for him. You were to busy humming one of Eddie’s songs that he has written about you, it was new when he made his way over to you. 

“ You’re always humming that” he says, handing you a water bottle. He uncaps it for you too. You don’t know why he does that but you don’t mind. You take little sips of your water and shrug to what he just said about you humming.

“ It’s a catchy tune and it was written for me” Eddie downs his water bottle in one go which doesn’t suspires you anymore as it used. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tosses the empty water bottle at the crew member who happened to walk by. The crew member barely catches it in his hands as he sends a look at Eddie. 

“ Are you going to watch from backstage or are you going to get into the crowd?” Your nose scrunched up at the thought of getting into a crowd where girls would scream for your boyfriend and reach out with their hand in hopes he would touch them or even glance their way. You’ve seen too many times where girls were crying over your boyfriend by one simple touch of his hand onto theirs. You had seen it all. You had seen them throw bra’s onto the stage and panties too. 

You had seen it all. 

“ I’d take it you’ll watch from backstage” you nodded your head.

“ Those fans of yours will tear me apart if I’m in there” 

“ I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, sweetheart” Eddie says. “ I’d jump in to save you.” 

“ They will tear you apart too. I mean, have you seen your fans?” Eddie nods, rubbing the back of his beck as he looks towards the closed curtains hearing the crowd. He knows how his fans get and that’s one of the reason that he hasn’t spoken out to the world about your relationship with him. 

“ Five minutes” A sound tech guy interrupts between the two of you. He shoots you an apologetic look taking that he jumped into the middle of a conversation and walks away. “ I’ll see you later” you smiled, turning around but Eddie grasps your wrist in his hand and turns you around. 

“ How about a good luck kiss?” He smirks and puckers his lips, leaning down to have you meet his lips. You chuckled, shaking your head and met his lips for a quick peck and rushed off to the side of the stage. Eddie pulled away with a pout shouting, “ That wasn’t enough!”

“ You two are gross” Gareth says as he walks on stage with Jeff and the other one. Eddie shrugs off his leather jacket and rushes towards you to wrap his jacket around your shoulders. 

“ Keep it safe for me” He winks as he’s rushing back just as the curtains open. Screams are louder than ever and you swore you needed another ear after hearing how loud they gotten. A smile grows on your face hearing Eddie greet his fans, introduce each member as if the fans didn’t know who they were and introduce himself too.

When the first song started, your eyes roam over your boyfriend seeing how he looked really good tonight. His ass looked so good in those pants he was wearing tonight. His arms looked good. The sound his voice as he started to sing melts you because you get to hear it almost every night as he sings to you. You were completely in love with him. 

You were so proud of him and you knew that Wayne was too. You were so excited to see him in a few weeks when Corroded Coffin was going to go back to have a show there. Dustin was on the ball of his feet when he heard that you, Eddie and the rest were coming back for a show and to visit. He was on the phone with you when you told him, he screamed on top of his lungs that you were sure scared whoever he was around at the time. You knew because you heard the sound of Steve Harrington’s voice on the other line too shouting at Dustin to be quiet. 

You tore your eyes away from Eddie to where he happened to leaned down, over a couple of girls whom already were tying to touch him and beg him to touch their hand and look at them. He reached out with his hand to one girl and held her hand as he sang, she screamed at her friend that she was dreaming and he wasn’t real. Eddie released her and her friend almost grabbed his leg to bring him down when a security guard happened to pull him away from it. 

The best part about it was Eddie turned his head to see your action during that moment. You rolled your eyes seeing he only did that to get a reaction out of you. You stuck out your tongue at him while he was singing into the microphone. He had to pull away for a moment to laugh. No one has caught that but you. He continued to sing as he shook his head walking to the other side of the stage. 

“ You two need to get laid” you heard Jeff as he walked over to you when you handed him water. It was only three songs in when you took notice Eddie standing on an amp. You were about to walk on stage, growing worry that he might throw himself off of there to the crowd or do something stupid. 

A hand placed on your shoulder and pulled you back. 

“ Down, girl” His manager says. “ Let him be” He adds. You wanted to rip yourself away from his hold but held your tongue knowing if you did then you’d say some words and you weren’t about to ruin a show. It was like Eddie had sensed you were worried about him and turns his head to glance at seeing the uncomfortable position you were in, he hopped off the amp and walked across the stage.  

He stood by Jeff, giving you glancing to check on if you were okay. You reassured him with a nod and glanced over to the crowd. They were singing with Eddie and before you knew it, you were too pouting the words with him. During the next couple of songs, you would laugh at Eddie while he banged his head while he was playing his guitar solos and laugh at how he was goofing off with Jeff as the two rocked out. You loved these boys. 

You were ready for them when they finished the show, coming your way one by one and handing them a towel and water bottle as their hair stuck to their faces and beats of sweat poured down. Arms wrapped around you and picked you up, swinging you around. You squealed holding onto Eddie’s shoulder with your hands while he gazed up at you when he swung you around. He sets you down and pulls you into a sweaty kiss which you return. 

“ Get a room” the other one said having Eddie pull away, shooting him a middle finger. Eddie takes the towel from you and wipes his face and leans down to have his hair all over his face as he opens the water bottle and pours it over his head. He smiles widely feeling the coolness of the cold water run down his face. It was soothing. 

“Now who’s cleaning that up” you mumble seeing the water on the ground and there was a small puddle. “Someone might slip and fall” you added. Eddie looks apologetic but he shrugs. 

“ Not me” he says. 

“ Not me either” Gareth says. 

“ Not me” Jeff says. “ Not me” the other one says. One of the crew members grumbled as they walked over looking disapprovingly at the puddle and looks up at Eddie who puts his hands up. 

“ Sorry, man” he says. The crew member rolls his eyes as he begins to clean it up while Eddie puts his arm around your shoulder and bringing you to his side. 

“ Eddie!” You squealed feeling your face get wet. “ I’m all wet.” 

“ That’s what she said” Eddie says. You playfully push him as he laugh.

“ Hey, Eddie” you roll your eyes at the sound of his managers voice. Eddie’s laugh stops as he turns his attention to his manager, sighing waiting to hear what they wanted from him. 

“ I’m going to bring someone backstage, she’s really a big fan of you guys and she has some news” he says. The rest of the Corroded Coffin members look at him not really surprised. Sometimes he brought the strangest fans backstage, and sometimes they were sweet and kind. But with their manager, they never knew. 

“ Okay” Eddie nods as he shrugs off his shirt off that was drenched in water and sweat and he shakes his head like he’s a dog. 

“ Eddie!” The guys and you shout, as he continues to shake his head. He laughs because he knows what he’s doing. 

“ Hi Eddie” the sound of a girls name makes his pause as he turns his head at the sound of her voice. She’s standing there with her chest barely hanging out, she is in shorts and her hair is curled and her make up is done. You know exactly who she is. She used to be one of Eddie’s groupies that would come and go a lot. Your lips thrown in a thin line at the sight of her. You don’t remember her name and you never really interacted with her. 

“ Hi?” Eddie says, his eyebrows pinched together as he was trying to figure out where he has seen her. She looks familiar to him but he can’t put two and two together. His minds is drawing a blank. 

In her hands she has sign on what you can tell. She nervously glances down at him like it was going to eat her alive or something. She looks nervously around to each members, lingering on Eddie and then her eyes fallen on you. She glances at your shoulder seeing Eddie’s jacket there. A look of jealousy crosses her face as she torn her eyes away from you and back to Eddie. 

“ My manager said you had something to tell me” Eddie says as he puts the towel around his neck and turns his attention to her. There was silence in the room that a pin could be heard if it was dropped. 

She sighs and walks over to him, and hands the sign to him. Eddie glances down at the sign in his hands and at first he’s confused on what it says because it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. His heart raced at the thought of seeing your reaction to this. 

“ I don’t believe you” Eddie says as he hands her back to the sign. She sighs as she pulls out picture of what looks like a sonogram and you swore your felt your heart crash to your stomach. You know what it is. You had seen it before. 

“ Here” she says handing it to him. His eyes widen at the words. 

“ "congratulations you're going to be a dad.” He felt like everything in him has been ripped apart and he was sharing it with someone else. It was like his body wasn’t in his own body and was staring at the sonogram from his other view, in shock. His mouth felt dry and words weren’t forming. 

“ No” he shakes his head as he hands it back to her, “ no” he says it again. “ It’s not mine” he adds. “ It can’t be” he continues. “ I’m not” he shakes his head again. You on the other head felt like the wind had knocked into you and you couldn’t even form what you were felling right now. 

Tears weld up in your eyes and your hands shook. His jacket on your shoulders drops down to the ground and your knees buckle below you as you crash to the ground. Eddie’s shoulder hunch up and he feels goosebumps crawling up his spine and his body is shaking. He is afraid to turn around and to see your reaction. 

The girls looks over to you to see your on the ground with tears in your eyes. Her eyes light up in realization. 

“ Oh, you aren’t single” she says. Eddie closes his eyes as he slowly turns around to see if you had run off or not. When he opens his eyes your back is to him and your making your way to the other side of the stage where he shouts your name. He pushes past the other crew members who are clearing the stage and packing things up. 

“ Y/N!” He shouts your name, but it feels really far from where he is shouting even though he’s across the stage and running to catch up to you. But tears are running down your cheeks as you hurried to the bus. You were going to pack your bags and head back home. You were disgusted by him. You were done with this and him. 

He ran in front of you, blocking your path from going further. 

“ Move” you spatted. He shook his head as he puts his hands up. 

“ Baby” he starts to say but your laughing. 

“ I’m not your baby” you spatted. You were about to go around him to continue your way to the bus. It was not that far from the walking distance now. You were going to go, pack your bag and go back home. 

“ Baby, I don’t even know her and I don’t want this baby with her. I want it with you!” He shouts after as he runs to catch up with you. “ I don’t want it. I want you.” 

“ You can do whatever you want, Munson” you mumbled opening the bus door but Eddie closed them back up as he put his back to the door. 

“ Please, don’t leave me” tears are running down his cheeks. “ Please” he begs as he slide down the door and falls to his knees where he wraps his arms around your waist and looks up at you with tears running like water falls mixed with snot. You look away from him hurt. 

“ Please, I love you” he adds. “ I’ve always loved you. I always choose you. Please choose me. Please..” He continues through his sobs. “ Baby..” He continues to beg. 

“ Let me go, Eddie” he shakes his head as he continues to hold on. “ Baby, please. No.” 

You reached down to remove his hands from around your waist, pushing with all your strength. You didn’t want his touch on you or be around him. 

“ She means nothing to me, I don’t want her.” He tries. 

“ I need to go home” you tell him. His eyes widen as he shakes his head. 

“ What about us? What about me?” He asks as he stands up. “ I’ve made a mistake, please don’t do this to me. To us.” 

“ You’ll always have your groupies to go back to, Munson.” 

“ They don’t mean anything! I don’t want them. I want you! I want us!” 

“ I wanted us too” you tell him. “ I really wanted us. Maybe she’ll be a better girlfriend to you, after all she’s having your baby.” 

“ I don’t love her” he says. “ I love you” he adds. 

You don’t respond to his word and looks over to the venue. 

“ I love you” he says it again like it was suppose to mean something now. 

“ I love you” he says it again as he takes a step forward. You turn your head in time as he does. 

“ I need time to think about this, I’m going to go home. Finish the rest of the tour and then maybe we can talk” you tell him. “ I don’t want to see you right now.”

Your hand reaches up to the bus when his hand falls on yours. 

“ Do you think you’ll forgive me and we will have another chance?” 

“ I don’t know” 

[oasisdew]

'Given' and grief

The first time we see Mafuyu think about Yuki consciously in given is in code 4.

And what we see him thinking is that he doesn't feel lonely.

Mafuyu thinks here, even when he knows he'll never see Yuki again, he still doesn't feel lonely because he still carries something within himself that Yuki loved.

And this was Mafuyu being in denial about Yuki actually really being gone. He was still trying to rationalise it.

“I am not lonely!” he protests, “The person that I loved so much, couldn't just become nothing! As long as I'm here, he is here somehow!”

And he keeps carrying Yuki's guitar everywhere, symbolising that burden. That thing that Yuki loved, yes, but Mafuyu wasn't a part of.

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Then the story progresses. Mafuyu learns to play guitar. Mafuyu makes new friends, he learns to smile again and be excited, he starts to fall in love again. He starts to heal.

THEN Fuyunohanashi happens.

And we see him starting the song with, “I'm not lonely”, again.

He is back there. He is protesting, “you are not gone! You can not be gone! You are still in my head! Everywhere you once were you still are!!”

He has healed meanwhile, yes, from when given manga started to when FnH happened, he has. But he still hasn't come to terms with it.

And then, while performing this song, while on stage, this sudden realisation strikes,

“I am so lonely” he thinks. He has started to realise that Yuki is fading, Yuki's memory, his presence that Mafuyu imagined, they're fading slowly, and that is sad! That's why he is lonely!

After the performance of FnH, Mafuyu thinks again, “I am not lonely”, and this time it's not regarding Yuki. This is the general feel of it, Mafuyu isn't lonely anymore. He has friends, he has someone new he loves, he has started to heal, and with that comes the feeling of guilt.

“I wish I could tell you this!” I wish I could find closure from you!

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And then we get the extra chapter 'Umi E'. Expanding on the on stage "I am so lonely" panel!

Mafuyu realised on that 'blindingly bright stage' what 'loneliness' means. It's the healing part of the trauma. It's the guilt of letting go of the person who isn't here anymore.

If Mafuyu forgets Yuki bit by bit, which will certainly happen, because people can't keep living with someone's vivid memories forever, then who'll remember the Yuki that only Mafuyu knew? He will really be gone forever! And thinking about that is sad! And THAT is loneliness.

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Mafuyu is still there during CAC. Even though he has moved on, even though he is totally in love with Ritsuka and committed to him, it still feels like betraying Yuki somehow. The more he grows, the more he changes, the more the distance with Yuki grows.

Remember, that line in yorugaakeru that literally says, “even though you're not here, I can still continue to live on, in the end, that's what makes me sad.”

This part of grieving isn't talked about as much as it should be. It's the guilt you feel when you heal.

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This brings us to the last arc of 'given'.

There were many things going on with RitsuMafu the last arc, but part of why playing 'Umi E' for Mafuyu without telling Mafuyu was bad idea was because it meant forcing Mafuyu to confront something that he had no intention of confronting just yet.

But turned out it was for the best. At least for Mafuyu to realise that he has actually really moved on. He doesn't feel guilt for letting go of Yuki anymore. From the time they performed YgA to the SYH concert, Mafuyu has healed more.

See, compared to the first 'to the sea' memories, the last 'to the sea' memories are so blurry! He really forgot the details!

It's just a vague feeling of nostalgia to Mafuyu now! And it's still anxiety inducing, yes, especially seeing that he was already dreading everything.

But there's no guilt to be found of letting go of Yuki. His only concerns are not being able to connect to Ritsuka now.

Yuki is not somewhere inside Mafuyu anymore, or he doesn't feel pressured to keep him close to heart anymore. He has accepted the truth. He has found closure. Yuki is a memory now. A fond memory, preserved in a song, the memories are blurrier still. And Mafuyu is happy with that. Forgetting the details doesn't make him lonely or guilty anymore.

Which is why the last chapter we got, where just after being confronted by 'Yuki's song', Mafuyu still isn't sad or guilt ridden at all, he is sparkling and eager to perform alongside Ritsuka, he is so happy that he almost proposed to him, is so special!

[marshallsgirl]

Wassup, girly?

Listen , I've got this idea on my mind for a week now and I really hope you can write it for me.. Well, eminem and reader are kinda best friends , okay?And the reader is also a well known rapper and sang nothing except rap… But one day on stage she sings the song "Dandelions" with full emotions and looks so happy while singing it… especially at lines like "I see forever in your eyes" or "I'm in a field of dandelions…Wishing on everyone that you would be mine"…Then when she's done she says that this song is a gift from her to "her blond lil' chick " and everyone knows who's that 😀…And after the concert her and eminem are just shy but confess and make up…The end…Sorry if its a lil messy but I dunno I feel like it's cute 😊 when I first heard this song he just came 2 my mind..

If ur not comfortable with it it's okay.

Thank u ♡

If we had talked sooner

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Author's note: I want to apologize for not being so active. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Shout out to @froggirly who inspired me to write this. Love you all🤍

Song you could listen to while reading this: Dandelions by Ruth B.

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"Are you okay?" asked Marshall. We were both alone at his studio waiting for the others to arrive and start recording a song together. It felt really special that Marshall asked me to collaborate with him, but at the same time I was anxious. I'm a rapper too, but my way of coming out with lyrics is way more slower than Marshall's way and I kinda felt like my part wasn't good enough. But actually at the moment Marshall asked if I was okay, I wasn't thinking about the song at all, but I knew he was asking about that. Honestly, I was thinking about him and something I wanted to do.

"Listen, if you still thinking that your part isn't..." he started to say but I interrupted him.

"No, it's not that"

"Then what is it?"

I looked over my shoulder just to make sure that no one was at the door.

"Fuck, y/n. Just say it" he said impatiently.

"Jeez okay, okay. I just wanted to ask you...I want to invite you to my concert tomorrow night". I finally said.

"All that trouble to invited me to a fuckn concert" he complained.

"Man, will you go or not?"

"Of course, babe" he said and smirked.

He calling me babe drives me crazy, but I hope he didn't notice. I like him a lot, but I can't tell him that. I'm pretty sure he is not into relationship kinda of things and I don't want it to be just a one night thing.

❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎

At the concert

Marshall got a special spot near the stage. I could see him perfectly. He was wearing an all black outfit, black hat, black t-shirt, black cargo pants. What a view! He is hot! Seeing him there looking all good got me wishing he was mine.

"I would like to sing a very special song. It's a little bit different of what u guys are used to, but I really really want to sing that song tonight" Everyone just screamed and started to beg for me to sing.

So I gave the signal and the music started to play.

And I sang, "maybe it's the way you say my name, maybe it's the way you play your game. But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you. But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you" then I started to walk to get to the part of the stage that was closer to Marshall. "And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine 'cause I'm in a field of dandelions, wishin' on every one that you'd be mine, mine..."

I saw him right in the eyes and sang, "And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile" And I swear I saw him smirk but it couldn't be...right?

Suddenly I felt nervous but I manage to still looking at him and sang, "Praying to God that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time..." but when I finished that post chorus I felt so shy that I walk away and continue to sing without looking at him. Soon I started to surrender to the song and felt brave again so I looked at him one more time and sang, "Dandelion, into the wind you go. Won't you let my darling know? Dandelion, into the wind you go. Won't you let my darling know that?" And I saw him nod. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

When the song ended my fans screamed like crazy. And there was one of them that was extremely louder and I hear her say: "That one is for Shady!"

Suddenly everyone was shouting "Shady, Shady, Shady"

I felt my cheeks turning red. They knew, but how? For how long do they know? Was I too obvious? Since when? I turned to face Marshall again and he gave me a soft smile and a nod.

"Sure, it was a gift for that blond good looking guy over there" I shouted.

The cameras pointed at him, and everyone screamed even more. And I hear my extremely louder fan again. She yelled: "that's y/n's blond lil' chick!". Everyone laughed at that even Marshall.

❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎

After the concert

I couldn't meet with Marshall backstage but he made sure to left me a text message saying that he will wait for me at my home.

When I got there I found him leaning against his car. Just like he promised, he's waiting for me. He doesn't see me yet and that's good 'cause I'm too distracted admiring his perfect body. I shake my head to come back to reality just in time because Marshall turns his head and looks at me. He give me a smile. Oh, that smile!

With each step I take towards Marshall, his smile turns to a smirk as he drapes his arm over the top of his car.

"Hey, babe" he said and I pray he keep calling me that. Before I could say something, he kisses me and I melt into the kiss, especially when he grabs my cheeks softly. As he pulls away, he nudges my nose with his own.

"I'm sorry" I tell him softly. My eyes dancing across his face as I wait for his reaction.

"Why are you apologizing?" He asks confusingly.

"I should have told you first in private not in front of millions of people" I confess.

"That doesn't matter. Fuck, I'm sorry too for not telling you how I felt about you before" he confess.

"I like you a lot" I say

"And you wish for me to be yours" he chuckles lightly, "I believe you are the one too". I muster the courage to look at him, relief settling on my heart as soon as I hear him saying that.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner" I apologize again.

"Guess we are both sorry about the same damn thing" He nudges my nose with his, making me giggle as he lets out a chuckle before he licks his lower lip. "I'm sorry." he apologizes again.

"It's okay, I'm sorry too". I whisper

We're moving closer, breaths mingling together before he connects my lips and kisses me hard but slow and passionate. I participate in the kiss as much as Marshall does, moving my lips against his smoothly and following his pace that still stays the same: tender and passionate. His hands cupping my face moving down my neck and getting back to my cheeks. I need his touch. He's leaving an electrifying feeling on my skin.

I'm not sure how but we got inside the house. Now we are in my living room and I'm slowly moving to his lap as I straddle him. Marshall's hands grab my hips, squeezing them slightly as he still kisses me and refuses to pull away. Moving my hips, I grind into his crotch and moan when I feel his bulge. He's not hardening yet, his bulge soft but still pretty obvious from what I feel and see when I look down. Cupping my cheeks, he's chasing my lips for another kiss and I happily obey, letting him explore my mouth some more.

He pulls away to catch a breath, allowing me to do the same but he takes that opportunity to hold me tighter before he's pressing me down onto the couch. I giggling when my body is slowly put down onto my soft couch while Marshall hovers me with a smile playing on his lips. He takes off my clothes exposing my lacy panties and bra. Stretching my legs, I give him much more space between them as he happily takes it and grabs my thighs. He cups my heat over the lacy panties and squeezes. And he smirks, and there's this huge urge to grind into his hand. Marshall kisses me again while he hooks his fingers under my panties and starts to circling my clit.

"Marshall" his name leaving my mouth as soon as he starts stroking my heat.

He's still kissing me slowly and passionately, he say: "y/n, you are so wet" then he keeps rubbing those long fingers all over me.

"Marshall, I need more of you" I gasp between the kisses, not caring how pleadingly I sound. Listening to my pleads, he enters me with one finger which feels amazing, but not good enough.

"Marshall, please more" I murmur against his lips, hearing him chuckle again at my persistence. "Please" I moan grinding into his hand that makes him curse and add another finger. The stretch is stronger now, his fingers moving in and out of me amazingly. When I keep getting greedier, Marshall adds another one and pumps his three fingers with the same pace, making sure he circles my clit with his thumb for extra pleasure. But I need more to be able to cum. Marshall's fingers feel amazing, but the pace isn't enough to make me cum. It still gives me at least some pleasure... However, my pleasure is completely cut off when Marshall pulls his fingers out of me and puts them in his mouth to clean them.

What a view!

He takes off my panties. Cold air hits my core, even more when Marshall grabs my knees and pushes them apart, showing my glistening heat and I see him. Slowly, he licks his bottom lip as he glances at me, giving me a smirk before he plops himself between my legs with his head right there. It took me by surprise when he starts licking a long stripes against my pussy, catching all my arousal to replace it with his saliva as he tastes me. He hums against me, the sound making me shiver as I wait for his next move. He's savoring every second of what he's doing to me. He enters me with his tongue, moving it in and out like he did with his fingers, but this feels different and still so fucking amazing. I moaning and gasping for air.

"Fuck, babe" I moan, his tongue easing out of me as he starts making out with my heat. "How are you so good at this?" I choke out, hearing him chuckle against my pussy.

I feel my body craving for orgasm so much that my legs start to shake but I've to stop myself, dipping my fingers into Marshall's hair to stop him. But he doesn't completely understand my nonverbal request, growling against my heat as he picks up the pace.

"Marshall, stop. I want you." I moan out, almost crushing his head with my thighs.

He stops, lifting up his head and my jaw drop. Doe eyes stare at me, surprised that I've stopped him when he could feel I was almost cumming on his mouth. His hair is completely messy while his face is glistening with my juices and his saliva mixed together. It's naughty, but I love every second of it. I crave him even more.

"I wanna cum around you." I explain to him, chest heaving with harsh breaths as he listens to me and wipes his face with the back of his hand.

"Whatever you want, babe." he says, pecking my inner thigh before he pulls away and sits onto his knees. He stares at me for a moment, eyes seeing much more darker now.

He got up and he starts taking off his clothes, painfully slow but it could be just me i because I can't wait. I need him so much. I want to feel him. I notice his eyes traveling down my body, stopping at my breasts that are covered with a lacy blue bra that match with my panties that are thrown somewhere on the floor. I start to take off my bra. And he gulps visibly, seeing my breasts spilling out of the bra when I finally take it off. It seems to kick him up, fastening his movements before he stands in his boxers in front of me.

"Ready?" he asks, although my hungry eyes for his almost completely naked and beautiful body, I believe says it all. I see him, his tattoos contrasting with his softly looking skin, decorating it and making him look even more hot

He takes a few steps closer to me, leaning down to kiss me again. As he pulls away, he slowly takes down his boxers, exposing hard length that slaps against his stomach. Fuck, I want to touch him, to taste him just like he tasted me. But before my fingertips can even touch his skin, he takes me hand and caresses the back of it with his thumb. Giving me a smile, he shakes his head before he takes a condom and rips it open. I watch his every step, the way he puts the condom until he tugs it down his length to cover it. Glancing back at me, he gives me a faint smirk before he joins me on the sofa and starts hovering over my body.

I'm laying back down and spreading my legs to give him space between them which he gladly takes. My hands explore his chest, caressing his skin there as he leans down and pecks my lips.

He stares into my eyes, not budging or even blinking as he takes himself into his hand and slowly enters me. Gasping, I close my eyes but quick open them because I want to see him. And fuck, what a view! He fills me up. When he's all in, he lets me adjust to his size while he's kissing me.

My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer and signaling that I'm ready, he starts to pull out. His tip stays inside before he enters me all over again. His thrusts are slower, almost romantic as he stares into my eyes. I feel like he's staring into your soul. Marshall picks up at the pace, still not setting it brutal like I expect him to. No, he sets up a smooth pace that makes us both breathless and grabbing each other, all while he steals couple of kisses from me before he hides his face into the crook of my neck.

"I'm sorry," I gasp, "So sorry for not telling you in private" I apologizes pulling him even closer, he hits my spot even deeper and we both groan at that.

"I'm sorry," he tell me back, "I'm sorry, y/n"

"No, you're perfect," I moan. He's rolling his hips and that makes my eyes roll back. "You're so good to me."

I match his pace, giving as much effort as I can to bring both of us an orgasm.

"Marshall," I moan, feeling myself clenching and making it harder for Marshall to move but he makes it work.

"I'm right here" he growls, sweat coating both of our bodies that are on heat. "Cum for me, babe." he tells me, setting even faster pace that makes my breasts bounce and his balls slap against my ass more intensely. He takes that chance to envelope my nipple into his warm mouth as he sucks on it. That's the last drop, the knot in my stomach relaxing as I'm cumming around him. He rides me through it, bringing himself over the edge too and with a couple of more thrusts and me whimpering from overstimulation, he lets go of my nipple and opens his mouth. A growl leaves his mouth before he's cumming, filling up the condom with his seed. He drops his face into my chest, breathing heavily as I coax him with caressing his back. Kissing my chest, he lifts his head up. We both have fucked up expression, but we are smiling like we're both high.

"We both said we were sorry a couple of times. Y/n, you need to know that I'm not angry."

"I know you aren't," I tell him gently, "but still..."

"We are both stupid. If we had talked sooner, we would have known what it's like to have great sex!", his length sliding out of me as we both cringe before chuckle at each other. "Now, let's not talk about this anymore." he tells me, breath hitching when he reaches for a stand of hair and pulls it out of my face.

We kiss one more time.

"Let's take a shower, and order some food" he says, carefully not to crush me as he lifts himself up.

[jayholdenworld]

The poll ended. And we have “Accidental Marriage (Las Vegas ‘23 version)” as the winner!

While I write it. Here you have the second part of the short writing ideas that didn’t make it into the top 10 ideas.

Second Poll’s Last 4 Ideas

1. Sad One Night Stand

His eyes finally move away from the screen when he heard screams from his best friend and former teammate at McLaren. Lando was walking back from the medical area with a look that could kill as he approached Zak, Andrea and the rest of the team with anger. His clear eyes indicated the rage in his being.

-You knew it! You knew that the car had a malfunction and yet they let him drive like nothing happened! Oscar could die because you cared more about a fucking trophy than people's lives!

That statement was enough to break the heart of the Spaniard man. Although the Australian was not a saint of his devotion, he had been one of the few people who had written to him wishing he would find a team that would appreciate his ability when Ferrari announced the switch with Hamilton. Because he knew what it was to give your blood, sweat and tears to a team while said team was not interested in you at all.

Oscar had been one of the few people who had sent him a detail when he was still recovering from his operation. And he had gone to his hotel room with unhealthy food, but allowed on his diet, to celebrate his victory in Australia.

Both had learned to have a different relationship to any other in the Paddock, because the youngest was able to leave the problems of the track on it. Like the one in Miami, where he had forced Carlos to do the same after their talk at Monaco’s podium. From there, they had learned to get along, or at least better than before, their words in Hungary last year reflected that.

But here he was now. Listening to Sargeant's drowning cries and Lando's claims. Everything was the same as with Jules. They were about to lose a driver again because of the decision of someone else who was playing their lives with their hands on the wheel.

That was his third signal for disaster.

How terrible that he realized so late what that meant. How awful it was to hear that the team who was supposed to protect the pilot had left him to his fate with a car they knew would fail, all for a worthless trophy.

But above all, how tragic for the new Mercedes driver to realize his feelings for the young McLaren pilot just after receiving the news of his death.

Life never really favored Carlos Sainz Jr.

2. Fluff Wedding

-You want to Marry Carlos?

-Yes. I know our relationship is still young. But I want to be with him for the rest of our lives.

Oscar kept his eyes moving from Reyes to Senior. He was nervous, terrified even, but he knew what he wanted and that was to marry Carlos, his Carlos. So, he was going to give everything for his parents’ approval.

Reyes smiled happily after hearing him confess his love for her son, but Senior was still looking at him. Like he wanted to find something to deny the request he was hearing.

But the Australian knew he won’t find anything outside love. Because that was all he has for Carlos. Pure love.

-What are your plans to marry our son?

Oscar smiled. That might be the easiest part of all the reunion, because he knew perfectly well what he wants.

He wants a forever with Carlos Sainz Jr.

3. Driver Carlos x Fem! Singer Oscar

Carlos kept his eyes on the girl in the Williams’ garage. He had listened to Charles and Lando fanboying over meeting her again. They were into her concert recently and they couldn’t stop talking about it.

He knew, he was there. Specially when someone insulted her music and she just acted like she didn’t hear a thing while they were in the meet and greet. Logan was ready to jump against anyone, but she looked like she didn’t care at all.

-They will hate me no matter what.

Carlos wishes he had said something different in that moment, but he was an idiot and had to open his mouth to make the pretty girl mad.

-They kind of have a point.

The Spaniard managed to get the girl to look at him. With hidden fury, of course, but at least her eyes were on him.

4. Multiple Past Lives

He will survive. He has done it until now. Oscar has been working hard to keep him alive. The Australian even promise his father that this time was going to be different. That he was going to save his life.

They are no longer Leonardo and Alessandro, with one of them having a car accident. They are no longer Nikolay and Konstantin, with one of them as a Russian soldier about to die. They are no longer Bastian and Étienne, with one of them as kids about to die at the hands of a Serial Killer. They are no longer meeting for a second and watching one of them die in the next one.

Oscar has met Carlos through all of his past lives, even if they don’t cross paths, Oscar always knows Carlos is there somewhere, even if he doesn’t see him, he can feel it.

Oscar and Carlos were not lovers, were not even friends. They only met each other once per lifetime, and then, Oscar had to wait a couple of seconds before Carlos died in a specific way while Oscar is there, not able to do anything.

Some people would call them soulmates but Oscar doesn’t think that term sticks right with them, he thinks that they’re just two guys who happen to bump into each other’s lives forever, but that doesn’t mean they’re soulmates.

Because what kind of God would make Oscar know and met his soulmate before they die in front of him with him unable to do anything?

[littlemisslipbalm]

Friday, I’m in Love

Josh Kiszka x f!reader

(mostly gn/afab I think but there might be something in there that leans fem so I don’t want to say gn! And be inaccurate)

Summary: As summer wanes, things become clear between you two. Your friendship is forever and Josh wants to show you that.

Or

A weekend with your best friend Josh filled with a concert, a dinner party, lots of wine and loving tender moments.

Word Count: 8.3k | Warnings: profanity, sweet tender tension, friends to lovers, drinking

Enjoy!

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“Hello, Joshua darling,” You cooed, wrapping your arms around Josh’s shoulders.

He wrapped his arms snuggly around your waist and squeezed as he pushed his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in his best friend’s familiar perfume. You rarely changed it or you always made sure to wear the same one when you knew you’d be seeing Josh. He didn’t know which one.

“Friday,” His voice is soft and your nickname reverberates through your skin. “Thanks for coming, I didn’t want to go alone and my brothers all bailed.”

You smile at him, before flicking a piece of his hair out of place.

“I couldn’t leave you to go to Fleet Foxes without me. That’s like sending the kid into the candy shop with no one around to witness his joy.”

Josh rolled his eyes and petted the hair back into place. “You flew out from California just for a concert…” He took a hold of your suitcase handle standing at attention beside you.

“As if you wouldn’t do the exact same thing!”

Josh smiles down at his feet, feeling bashful around his friend for some reason. “You’re right. Can you be ready to head out in 30? We gotta walk, but it’s not far.”

You agreed and beelined for the guest bedroom in Josh’s house. Josh followed behind you with your bags as if he was the guest in his own home.

–

“How do I look?” You twirled into Josh’s open bathroom door where he was fussing with his hair like always.

Josh paused, his hands near the crown of his head as he looked at you through the mirror, a smile spreading across his pink lips. His toothy smile said it all, but he spun around and took you by the hips anyway. “Fuckin’ divine, Friday. Fuckin’ divine.” He winked once you had laughed and then turned back to focus on his task.

You settled onto the lip of the bathtub behind Josh, watching him work. Your old blue jean skirt was short, showing off your summer legs and blundstones while the tank-style top you wore fell to the top of your hips. The crisp white fabric hung loose in a slight babydoll effect with a low cross cut over cleavage. It was the perfect summer in Tennesse outfit for an outdoor ampitheater Fleet Foxes concert.

Josh was, as expected, in his white t-shirt and khaki shorts with white vans uniform. He had his mustard yellow jacket beside him and a necklace laying on the counter, waiting for him to put it on.

“So…” You start.

Josh hums in response, raising a brow in the mirror as he dabbed some concealer under his eyes.

“What’s new?”

“We text almost every day,” Josh laughs, “What could I possibly tell you, you don’t already know?”

You yawn dramatically. “God, you’re so boring, where's the rock n’ roll diva with all the hot goss I know?!”

Josh rolls his eyes and grabs his jacket, walking out of the bathroom, hitting the light as an act of defiance. “My only hot goss is that my brothers are idiots who do not know how to use a calendar for the life of them.” He suppresses his smile with an unsuccessful frown as you scoff, catching up with him as he walks towards the front door.

“Don’t you guys have assistants who do that shit for you now?” You kicked a pebble as you walked side by side down the road. Josh made sure you were on the inside of the sidewalk like the midwestern gentleman he had been brought up to be.

Josh sunk his hands into his pockets and stared down the street. “Nah. Not for personal stuff. There’s calendars with all our band stuff, but right now it’s just like free time blocks.”

“Well, Danny, Jake and Sam are stupid for missing out, but their loss is my gain, I guess. I’ve been needing a reason to come here and bug you.”

Josh brightens at that and he throws an arm around your shoulders, hugging you close as he ‘aw’s’. You laugh and nuzzle your head into his shoulder, happy he’s happy.

–

At the concert, you and Josh find a spot at the top of the ampitheater seating opposite the center of the stage setup. You both used their jackets as seats and caught your breath from hiking up the steps. You smiled at him as he looked out at the open sky above the stage and you followed his eye. It was a little cloudy, making it all the more interesting. The clouds came together and dispersed at their own will as people filed into the venue. Josh said he’d go get the drinks while you leaned back on your hands and tilted your head to the sky.

You told him to surprise you and you looked at each other blankly with your sunglasses obstructing your eyes until Josh broke, a grin cracking onto his face once more.

“Back in a jiffy!” He snapped finger guns at her before diappearing up the steps.

“Freak!” You called. It was half-hearted at best with how overjoyed you were to be able to spend alone time with him when you saw him so rarely these days. Since you moved to California a couple years ago for a job, you couldn’t go out on the town with Josh every weekend he was home and you couldn’t meet him on the road with your old flexible hours. This job was far more intensive, but also actually what you wanted to be doing with your life so you couldn’t really complain. You were lucky you had some PTO saved that you hadn’t used to make your weekend getaway into a four-day trip.

But work was at the back of your mind now. You got to be with Josh, your best friend. He was the kindest and softest person you’d ever encountered, while also being the funniest and loudest one as well. He had these dualing personality traits that he somehow managed to meld into one fantastic and fascinating human that you always felt so lucky to get to be around. His energy melted into you and brightened you. Josh made you feel happy to be alive. He was special to you and you treasured this time with him more than most things in your life.

You felt something cool on your cheek and opened your eyes with minor surprise before quickly seeing Josh holding a cold cup of rosé against you. You grabbed the cup from him and then pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, just to the left of his lips, so close that you felt a tickle of his mustache. “Thanks, Joshua darling.”

He had folded his sunglasses onto the collar of his shirt, not feeling the implicit need to wear sunglasses when it wasn’t necessary like his twin or you, who both wore sunglasses inside or in the dark when it was completely inappropriate. Like now with the clouds covering the sun almost entirely.

He winked at you and you clinked plastic cups, settling into your seats and beginning to chat aimlessly until the opener came on. You had never heard them before but you were quickly won over. You were nodding and swaying and hollering when the songs would finish. They could absolutely jam and you and Josh would share impressed looks every so often.

“Gonna give you guys a run for your money,” You said into his ear as the guitar solo extended for the better part of 10 minutes.

Josh shrugged with an ambivalent smile. “His vocals don’t compare to mine and you know it.”

“Your modesty becomes you.”

Josh smirked and looked at you out of the corner of his eye as the song wrapped up and he clapped and then stuck his fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly. He looked cocky and you couldn’t help but admire this side of him, he was your best friend but even you couldn’t deny how sexy it was. His chest was puffed out a bit, his biceps bulging as he moved his arms and he kept smiling knowingly.

You smacked his chest lightly after a minute of that same look on his face. “Quit it.”

He offered a pout in return.

In between the openers and Fleet Foxes, you went to the bathroom and grabbed your second round of drinks and a bag of potato chips to share. You bumped the back of Josh’s head with the new cup of the white wine he had been drinking and he turned around quickly, looking up at you and immediately recognizing you even in the dark of the now night sky.

He took the drink as well as yours when you held it out to him so that you could climb over the barrier and get back to your spot. He shuffled himself closer to you because there were more people around and also because he wanted to be close to his friend and your warmth, now that the first 10 ounces of wine were doing their job.

They tapped glasses again and laughed about the story you retold of the server at the wine stand. He had filled your glasses extra high and told you “Have a real good time now.” Easily putting at least an extra two ounces in each of their glasses.

Josh shook his head, resting it on your shoulder for a moment. He spoke with a theatric sigh. “Pretty privilege, Jesus.”

“You’re just mad no one at this local music venue has recognized you, huh?”

“No! I’m overjoyed to be an anonymous concert-goer. An ordinary, run-of-the-mill anyguy audience member.”

You pursed your lip and nodded, unconvinced. “Yeah, right.”

A tap on Josh’s shoulder brought his attention away from his Friday and you grinned at the interruption, feeling an inexplicable glee that comes from a situation immediately proving a friend wrong.

Josh greets the person with all the charm and grace that you knew he possessed in spades. He threw a glance back at you though and you smiled triumphantly at him. He whispered noiselessly a ‘shut up’ to her before returning to the fan talking to him. They asked for a photo and you offered to take it, promising to get the best angles of them as you smiled and got drunk on her rosé. It was a lovely moment, you were happy for the person who got to meet Josh and you were happy for Josh, joking aside, that he had people who loved his art so much.

The fan leaves and you have a little more time alone before Fleet Foxes go on stage. The music swells of an orchestra run by a genius clad in Arizona birkenstocks. His voice sounds incredible and the songs travel through your bodies.

It’s dark out as they play the songs and you and Josh sing along, swaying and holding onto each other. You find yourself staring at the sky or staring at Josh most of the time, forgetting about the musicians on stage. He keeps getting distracted by the cloudy night sky as well.

There’s one moment where both your heads are raised to the night sky, taking it in when Josh feels a shift beside him and he turns his eyes to you. You’re looking at him watching the sky and your eyes meet. His smile comes from the depths of his soul. First small and hesitant and then large and toothy. You match it, enthralled, and Josh reaches his right hand out in between your legs.

You meet him and your hands intertwine softly and Josh begins to sing softly along to Sunblind. His brown eyes are barely alight from the stage lights but you can see him staring at you, singing just for you.

His hand is particularly warm in yours and you rub your thumb along the curve between his and his pointer as he pulls your held hands onto his lap. The song ends and you flutter your eyes closed and rest your head on Josh’s shoulder, firm and warm too. He was constant, he was steady, he was reliable.

Silver Dagger starts up and you try not to listen to the lyrics of the song even though it’s usually one of your favorites. You don't think you want Josh as more than a friend, but you also don't truly want to sleep alone all your life with a silver dagger in your palm. He knew you better than anyone else and as time goes on, you keep getting stuck on the thought that no one will ever know you as well as he does. It will never feel like this. Easy.

Josh hears you whispering the words to yourself, moving your head minutely along his shirt, but he can’t see the way your eyes won’t stop watching the changing lights across the skin of your hands resting on Josh’s thigh.

“Let’s get outta here,” Josh murmurs in your ear when he senses the concert winding down. He wanted them to beat the crowds and he also wanted to spend some time alone with his best friend. “Friday, c’mon.”

“You wanna go before it’s over?” You ask, lifting your head from its happy place against Josh’s form.

“Yeah, let's enjoy the night. I’m tipsy and I want to walk.”

You grin, looking from the stage to Josh and then quickly following him over the concrete slab behind you onto the walkway.

“You know, I’ve heard you tell people leaving your show early to go fuck themselves,” You mention as the music fades to a far away din.

“That’s completely different,” Josh shakes his head with a grin as he pulls you into his side, arm wrapping around your shoulders as he nestles his lips into the side of your head, a sweet kiss to the temple. “Plus, how many times have we seen their show before?”

You nod and rub your hands along the length of Josh’s back. “Upwards of ten.”

“Yeah, we can miss a few songs.”

You hum in agreement. The conversation dies as the night swells around them. The air is cool as the hours tick by in darkness. It was getting closer to fall so after the first few hours of darkness, it had started to drop in temperature in Nashville thankfully. Josh leads the walk back to the house and he hums the tune to one of the songs, content to just be close to Friday.

–

Back in the house, Josh turns on his speaker and connects his phone before handing it to you to play whatever you want. You smiled and watched him pull out a three quarters full bottle of white wine from his fridge and two glasses from a cupboard to your left. Soft instrumental jazz flows through the speaker and Josh grins, handing you a glass.

On the couch, you curl close to one another, heads almost touching and legs tangled up in one another. You and Josh sip at the wine as the bottle and the speaker sit on the coffee table before you. The lights have been set on low and it leaves Josh’s living room in an almost candlelit glow. You remembered when he had first bought this place and how empty it had seemed and then, one week later, it was filled to the brim with Josh. You never wanted to see it any other way, every painting Josh had ever bought, every unique souvenir he had thrifted and every picture he’d framed of his family and friends.

“So dinner party tomorrow night, still okay with you?” Josh asks.

You nod, the soft smile on your woozy lips taking up a permanent residence on your face for as long as you’re with him. “Course. It’ll be nice to see your brothers even if we all know that I really only came here to see you.”

“They better know it,” Josh laughs with a tip of his head. His neck lengthening and the light catches his beautiful high cheekbones that seem to sparkle even without the stage rhinestones he’d grown so fond of.

You laugh along with him and place your empty glasses beside the empty bottle before settling back into Josh. His arms encircle your shoulders as you get comfortable, staring at him as he scans your face. A way to memorize you or a search for anything he might have missed, you’re not sure.

Your free hands go up to touch the cheekbones that had caught your attention. Your fingertips delicately touch down on his angel soft skin and he hums, a flutter to his pretty lashes at your touch. “Pretty boy,” you murmur, tracing the natural contours of his face. He was art in itself.

“Thank you,” he replies sincerely. The theatrics had fallen away for the night. This was Josh and Friday. This was just you and him.

“I miss you,” you say, leaning closer and feeling Josh’s hold grow firmer at your words.

He leans his forehead against yours. “I’m right here, Friday,” he whispers.

His warmth, his breath, his touch, it’s all consuming and you wish you could stay in this moment. Stay forever in his embrace and you breathe out a half-laugh, half-sob.

“You know what I meant, Josh.” You whisper back.

He wets his lips and you shift your hips to rearrange your legs around his, slotting even closer. “Yeah, I do. I miss you.”

It’s silent for a moment between you two. No words pass, just a piano off in the distance barely registering anymore. Josh’s eyes flicker down to your lips making yours venture down to his. His that are lush and pink, wet and parted, inviting you to lean forward and close the smallest distance you’ve ever had to cross for a kiss. He sees the way your breathing hitches and his perfect brown eyes reconnect with yours and they crinkle at the edges. You’re both smiling even if you both might want to cry.

You shift your face and bury your head into the crook of Josh’s shoulder. Your hands wrap around his frame, one curling into his hair and one caressing the skin of the back of his neck, where his shirt connects.

“Oh, Josh,” you murmur against his warm skin, lips brushing like a feather against it.

Goosebumps raise along his neck, just below his jaw, everywhere he wishes was being kissed and his laugh is wet with emotion. “I got you, Friday. I have you.”

You squeeze him harder to you and he holds you to him, something about the compression feeling sublime.

Eventually, you and Josh migrate from the couch and get into sleep clothes. You join him in his bed, the guest room essentially a glorified dressing room for you. Neither of you pretend to plan on sleep on opposite sides of the bed. You gravitate towards one another, magnets pulled together with a greater force than the moon with the tide. Perhaps you spun on your axis with Josh as your sun. Clouds came and went, but Josh was constant. You two were circling one another over and over again. Forever.

You curled into his side as he pulled you towards him. His bare chest the perfect place to rest your weary head. He was smooth and warm and you were grateful for the way his strong arms wrapped around you again making you feel safer than you ever did anywhere else. He hummed as your free hand traveled from the place over the plain of his chest up to his cheek. His head turned into the sensation and you smiled up at him. Even in the darkness of the room, you could make each other out. Sleepy outlines and fluttering eyelashes. Your fingers scrunch softly and scrub over his stubble making him hum in satisfaction again. His hands tap at the skin on your waist. Your thumb sweeps over his cupid’s bow and full bottom lip, catching ever so slightly that you feel a bit of his saliva touch your skin.

You let your hand fall away as he murmurs a goodnight and you reply, settling it back onto his chest. The two of you reaquainting yourselves with each other’s bodies in the riskiest platonic ways you could, just excited to feel one another again.

–

In the morning, Josh is still with you when you blink your eyes open. The pair of you had shifted in your sleep. Now his head rested on your chest, his legs wrapped around yours. Your hands wrapped up in his hair again, keeping him close to your bosom. He nuzzled absently into your skin. Your tank style dress allows for him to be skin to skin with the top of your cleavage.

He hummed in satisfaction at the warmth against him and you smiled up at the ceiling, hands drifting to skim over his shoulders and the golden skin stretching across them. The fuzzy warmth of being wrapped up in Josh and his decadent bed has you drifting into another state of sleep. Darkness overtakes you but you still feel the firm press of Josh’s body against yours. You hear his breathing soft and consistent, feeling the air against your skin like a soothing massage.

The word ‘forever’ passed through your mind again. This is how it was supposed to be forever.

Eventually, Josh stirs and the kiss he presses just below your collarbone is probably meant just for him to know about but you feel it. His sweet lips linger against your skin and you feel a quirk of a smile and suppress every bit of your mind telling you to pull him up to place that same kiss against your lips. You two were better off as friends, especially when you lived so far away now. A romantic relationship with Josh would be torture. At least this didn’t cause you as much pain.

“I felt that,” you murmur.

Josh’s morning raspy voice is heavenly as he laughs against you, vibrating your bodies slightly, and rests his chin on your chest to look up at your face. You cast your eyes down at him, barely open at this angle. You smile at one another.

“Just love waking up so close to you,” he states and clears his throat when the rasp doesn’t leave naturally. “Thankful for the beautiful body that your soul inhabits.”

You shut one eye, embarrassed by the tender statement. He reaches his hands up to delicately trace your facial features, smoothing where you had scrunched up your face. He shushes you even if your resistance had already been silent and you let him. His fingertips are welcome as he touches you so gently, smoothing along the lines of your face and over the arch of your nose.

He pauses and you two shift automatically, back to the way you had fallen asleep. You rest in his arms a little while longer until he begins to stretch his arms over his head.

“Let’s make some coffee, how about that?” He tilts his head to you. “Or else I think we’ll stay here all day.”

“I like the second option,” you say, hooking your leg over his lean hips to keep him from sitting up.

“We have to go grocery shopping eventually so I don’t think it’s viable, Friday love.” He pauses to move your leg off of him with his strong grip and you swallow thickly. He sits at the edge of the bed and looks over his shoulder as he steels himself for fully rising from this bed he truly didn’t want to leave. “I can make you coffee alone, though. How’s that for a compromise?”

You shuffle into a seated position behind him, a mess of white sheets and a discarded quilted blanket surrounding your legs. “Ooh, did you learn that in your ‘managing a band with your twin’ therapy sessions? Good for you, Joshua darling.” You coo as you wrap your arms around his tanned shoulders from behind, one last attempt to get him to stay even though you know he should go.

This has been indulgent even for the pair of you. The sun was clearly high in the sky, alerting the two of you to the fact that it was likely close to noon already. He hums at your touch, your chin coming to rest between his shoulder and neck. His hand comes up to meet your crossed arms over his chest. He runs it softly across you, petting your arm in reassurance.

“Ha ha. They were court mandated actually after the last album,” he speaks dryly. “You can koala onto me for a ride into the kitchen if you can’t stand a moment without me, but if not, you gotta let go, my darling.”

You groan and release him from your hold. You flop back onto the center of the bed with a loud sigh. “Fine.”

Josh stands and looks at you with a grin. An angel in his bed, your thighs sinfully inviting, barely covered by the thin cream fabric of your sleeping dress.

“I’ll be in there soon, this bed is just so fucking comfy.”

“Yeah I know,” he says softly at the edge of the door already. He winks knowingly and then he’s out of sight.

You roll around on the bed and then muster the strength to get up and go to the guest room, to do your morning skin care routine and find a change of clothes. In the kitchen, Josh makes coffee as sighs to himself about how he had woken up. Your skin pressing against him, your breast heaving evenly below him. He had to fight the urge to peak his tongue and lave adoring licks against you until you were begging breathlessly for him. It took him every ounce of restraint to not flip around when you had wrapped your arms around him to not go to the kitchen. His heartbeat barely quickened in these moments because he had grown so accustomed to them, to every feeling you gave him. He didn’t realize it picked up slightly whenever you were around and stayed at a slightly higher beat rate until you were gone.

When you appeared in comfortable clothing that were different from your pajamas, Josh nodded in registration and then handed you your favorite mug of his filled with piping hot coffee.

“What are we thinking for this dinner?” You ask after a few sips of coffee with your hip leaned against the counter Josh had perched himself on.

“Whatever you want,” Josh shrugs both his shoulders with his hands resting on the countertop beside him, coffee discarded for the moment. His biceps bulged like this and you wished he’d stop.

You roll your eyes. “Thanks. Putting the menu on me…connivingly cruel.”

Josh tries to protest but you just shake your head, a whisper of a smile on your lips saying you’re actually fine with it. He knew you loved to make food for loved ones so this was actually a treat for you. You eventually wave him off and walk around his kitchen that was still familiar to you. It was strange in these moments. You hadn’t been there in a while, but with muscle memory and no direction from Josh, you located his catch-all drawer and took out his notepad and a black felt-tip pen. It was like how it felt to visit your parents when you came home in college, the house felt different but usually things were just as you left them. Nothing changes as fast as you sometimes think.

“Okay…” you say, opening the pen and thinking about what you should make for the evening. “Peaches, of course.”

“Of course,” Josh echoes you with a smile in his voice.

“Maybe like an arugula salad with burrata and tomatoes? Sam is just vegetarian, right? Not vegan?”

“Right.” He confirms. “Sounds yum, maybe some peaches in the salad.”

You hum in confirmation, scribbling down ingredients. “I can make, like, a potato salad or something like that if one of you will grill? I can do it, I just don’t want to.”

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do. I can do it or I can ask the grillmasters Dan and Jake. I’m sure they’re rearing to get one last summer grill in.”

You laugh at Josh’s attempts to sell that Jake and Danny loved grilling so much. You were pretty sure they were ambivalent about the subject, maybe positive, but you’d never seen either of them be so enthusiastic about the skill in the way Josh was saying. More likely he didn’t want to do it either. Neither of you were raw meat fans.

You write down ribs, corn, peppers and portobello mushrooms, as well as ingredients for a sauce you liked with ribs. You asked Josh about his drink selection and he scoffed saying he was stocked like always, until you inquired about whether he had specific la croix flavors or iced tea or the brand of rosé you preferred.

“Okay, well, not those, but everything else you could ever want is under this roof.” He shakes his head indignantly and you watch the muscles in his neck flex and strain causing you to bite the inside of your lip.

You always knew the night before was too much if you were still yearning for your best friend’s touch in the sober light of day. You cap the pen and smile, resolute to get yourself in hand.

“Let’s hop to it,” you say. “We don’t have all day.”

Josh nods and exaggeratedly hops down from the counter, sticking the landing with jazz hands. Your unamused look in response makes him snicker before he plucks his car keys from the hanger they live on at the edge of the room.

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“Thanks guys for doing the grilling. We wouldn’t be eating until midnight otherwise,” you say as you pat Danny on his shoulder, looking over the smokey grill. “My dad taught me a million times but it still takes me forever.”

Jake tilts the neck of his beer bottle up towards his lips and hums in acknowledgement. He was helping Danny in the lightest sense of the word, but you knew if you didn’t thank both of them you’d get a special kind of silent treatment mixed with haggling from Josh’s twin that you didn’t enjoy.

“Happy to help,” Danny assures with a winning smile. “It’s the end of grilling season afterall…Gotta get one last grill in.”

You narrow your eyes at him and then turn to look over your shoulder, catching the end of Josh’s wink and thumbs up to Daniel as if he had been coaching him to say that. Josh had insisted he help prep all the vegetables and sides leaving the grilling to Danny and Jake who had seemed reluctant when they had first arrived. Thus began Josh insisting that they were happy about it. This reassurance from Danny seemed to be like the final piece of Josh’s show. You nodded your head at Danny with silent acknowledgment of seeing through the facade and thanked him again.

Sam lounged on a chaise by Josh’s pool that would soon be covered up when fall rolled in. Rose was wandering around the spacious backyard, sniffing and enjoying the familiar but still different enclosure to her own backyard. Josh had asked them all to keep the gathering small so none of them brough dates or significant others, you weren’t one hundred percent sure who had what these days. It didn’t bother you that you hadn’t stayed caught up on the rest of the band’s lives when you left town. Josh had been your best friend and while you loved the other three, they were just a part of the package. Like free add-ons that were great, but they were never your main focus. Josh loved them and you and that was enough for you.

After a few rounds of drinks for everyone and some final prepping, dinner is ready and Sam finally offers to help with carrying things from the kitchen to Josh’s beautiful outdoor dining table in the corner of the backyard.

The natural wood table existed on a stone grotto and had a pergola to offer it shade when the sun was shining high above. Sunset was well on its way so it simply was a place for Josh’s beloved wisteria to bloom and hang above the table and wrap around the sides. Beautiful white wisteria with tinges of lilac seeping through the petals were thriving and hanging around the table mixed with some hanging lights Josh had installed since the last time you were here. They weren’t lit yet but you were sure they would turn on once it got darker.

One last touch that you had contributed when he had first gotten the table were two miniature vintage chandeliers that held four candles each. All of them had been burned to short nubs now, but Josh insisted he liked them like that, showing someone had been there. The crystal balls glinted in the fading light, wrapped in the copper piping that kept them together. It was a beautiful little area, surrounded by the beautiful greenery of Josh’s garden that he made sure to nurture as best he could with some help from gardeners when he wasn’t home. It was a space that was so Josh, a mix of the natural and the decadent, you wondered what he would do if he ever moved again.

Sam carefully moved the abalone shells adorning the actual table to the far end since there were only five of you and began to arrange the food on the table. You brought out the salad and thanked him for his help and he winked with a sly smile. You two understood each other as fellow youngest siblings, always trying your best to avoid more work than was necessary.

Josh sat at the head of the table with you and Danny to his left and Jake and Sam to his right. Josh pulled you into his side and placed a quick kiss to your hair before either of you could sit down and you laughed.

“Glad you’re here, Friday.” He murmurs in your ear before letting you go and you smile as you flutter your eyelashes to meet his eye.

“Alright, alright,” Jake murmurs gruffly, watching you and his twin with his usual suspicion.

“I’m hungry!” Sam interjects, cutting Jake off from saying anything else.

“Yeah, let’s eat before it gets too dark and the food gets cold!” Danny adds reason before anyone can lose their head.

Josh makes a tutting sound with his mouth, “First, a toast…” He raises his glass of wine and waits with a raised brow for everyone to put their drinks into the center of the table. “To my family. You all mean so much to me. And especially to my Friday, anyone would be lucky for you to come into their lives and I sure am glad I’m not one of those sorry sons of bitches waiting for you to walk through the door ‘cause they’re gonna be waiting a long fucking time. You’re in it for life with me, I hope you know that.”

He chuckles and you laugh, confirming you knew. Your eyes shining up at him from your seat, love and admiration twisting around in your irises. Jake and Sam and Danny all share a look with each other.

“Thanks for coming, darling.” He reiterates a little more sincerity seeping into his throat.

Everyone echoed their salutations and took a sip with chatter falling over all of you as plates and bowls started getting passed around the table. The evening air was settling over the backyard, the smell of the wisteria mixing with the food in a wonderful way.

Laughter and the rustling of leaves and melting ice cubes clinking around in glasses is all that can be heard for a while. No one had wanted to put on any music for once and you couldn’t believe it, but it was quite nice. Out where Josh lived there wasn’t much to cause any distracting sounds, just nature. Birds calling to one another, water running and all that was good and beautiful. It was calming, disrupted only by the loud voices of you and your companions growing roudier as food diminished and you all got further into your portion of drinks for the night.

“I’ll go get another bottle,” You said when Danny held up the empty wine bottle that had been sitting in the ice bucket for barely a minute before anyone took notice. A sheepish look from Sam said it all.

“I’ll come assist,” Josh jumps up from his seat before you’ve taken two steps away from the table. “Uncorking,” he adds when he sees the look on Jake’s face.

He slings an arm across your shoulders as you two hurriedly walk a little drunkenly to the back door of the kitchen. You were buzzing with energy. The dinner had been a success, the guys were good eaters so it was always pleasing to make food for them. It all disappeared by the end and they always made sure to effuse how good it all was. The alcohol in your system also contributed to the energy. You were sure your cheeks were flushed hot against the cooling night air. Josh leaned against you and you basked in the cool touch of his skin against you.

In the kitchen, he tugged on the hem of the white summer skirt you were wearing and you made a small yelping sound, pulling the fabric back from his touch with a smile.

“Paws off!” You teasingly chastised and swiveled to the fridge, searching for another bottle of white. “Should we bring dessert out now too, do you think?”

Josh had leaned himself up against the counter since you’d shrugged him off. His head leaned back, elongating his neck again. His adam’s apple bobbing along his strong throat as he contemplated your question and clenched his jaw. That skirt had been teasing him all night long and as you twirled around in it, more and more of your thighs would show themselves to him.

“I already cut the peaches,” you say, tilting your head to the side, wanting his response on the issue. You pursed your lips as you waited, holding the bottle out to him so that he would open it like he promised.

The movement brought Josh out of his reverie and he took the bottle deftly. His eyes were still sweeping across your figure, where the skirt skimmed your thighs and where your collarbone poked from beneath your black halter top. He loved how effortless you always looked yet still put together. You were barefoot in his kitchen looking like a god to him, your hair in his favorite style. He wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you blind, dessert and his brothers be damned.

“Peaches,” he repeated absently, beginning to open the bottle without looking.

You rolled your eyes at his dreamy stare. The way he was looking at you was a little unnerving, but you knew it was just drunk Josh. You were more thrown off by him being so quiet. By now, there should have been an impromptu performance of some song that had been on his mind since you’d gotten in here or a little dance about the wine. He always came up with something and yet tonight so far it was just ‘peaches’ said like he was a hundred miles away.

“Okay…” You pull out the word and grab the desserts from the fridge and place them on the island before crossing to him, wanting to get more of his attention.

The cork pops and it brings Josh’s eyes back to your face, closer now. His lips quirk up into a smile and he flicks his eyes to his hands around the neck of the wine. He drops the opener to the counter and lifts his hand up from the wine between you two. His thumb had a few drops of wine on it, spilled from the uncorking process.

His open-mouthed smile is intoxicating more than the alcohol as he raises the thumb to your lips, pressing the liquid to them without any hesitation. Your tongue peaks out to get a better taste and you exhale a small laugh through your nose. His hand lingers by your face as the two of you stare deeply into each other's eyes. Last night you two had been alone, but tonight with other people around, these stolen moments of privacy held greater intensity. You were toeing the line of what was acceptable for friends to do in private just in case someone came in. The thrill of getting caught seemed irresistible.

As Josh is retracting his touch after what felt like an eternity, Jake was popping his head around the corner with a raised brow and a bored look. “Dessert time yet? Or is that bottle too difficult for you children?”

You take a step back from Josh, eyes returning to the desserts on the table and Josh laughs his big boisterous laugh, gaining Jake’s full attention and holding up the successfully opened bottle.

“When you’re right, you’re right, Jake. Wine and desserts coming your way,” He walks over to Jake and guides him by the shoulders back towards the door. He overwhelms Jake’s focus by talking in his theatric muttering way, “You know, patience is a virtue or so they say…”

As he walks with Jake in front of him he turns back to you with a cheeky wink you’d never seen directed at you and you wondered if the little game you two had just played really had been just for you two. And perhaps not a game at all.

You carry the plate filled with peach slices and the blackberry tart you and Josh had thought looked the best from the bakery out to the table. The evening has grown and as you’d expected the little lights keep the area visible. Aglow in a warm light, the space takes on a calmer atmosphere. Sam and Danny clear the dinner plates as you, Jake and Josh settle back down. You murmur about the smell of the wisteria and Josh agrees, planting his left hand over your right.

Your hand flips instinctively and your fingers lace, threading like a needle through silk. Josh’s eye flick to your hands and then he cranes his neck in wonderment of the night, taking it all in. Jake drinks in silence. It is peaceful and you’re happy to let it flow for a while, basking in this evening.

“When do you go back to California?” Jake asks carefully, uncharacteristically choosing to break the silence.

Josh doesn’t make his attention known to the question, still staring through the slats of the pergola up at the star-filled sky. You clear your throat and smile down at your lap, slightly saddened by the reminder you were leaving.

“Monday morning.” You say and Jake nods. “When does the next leg of tour start up?”

“Friday,” He shrugs, unbothered.

This word, Josh’s nickname for you, finally catches his attention, bringing his gaze straight to you. You meet it and he smiles, eyes lighting up with that boyish wonder that made everyone’s hearts swoon, yours included.

Smiling at each other, hands intertwined beneath the stars. A cool breeze sweeping across your skin. It felt like time froze, everything else fading to the background.

“I need to talk to you,” Josh murmurs after a moment when the sound of the back door and Sam and Danny returning clicks him from his thoughts.

You quirk your brows at this statement but you nod and turn to smile up at the men rejoining the conversation. Talk of tour and work falls back into place and you laugh over their complaints about playing arenas and they laugh at your issues with your own job. All of you seeing what’s not so green on the other side. Hazy plans for the future of the band get brought up over the desserts you all indulge in and the greater amounts of water everyone’s consuming rather than more alcohol. The rush was slowing down, the night winding itself to a natural ending place. Somehow Rosie ended up in Sam’s lap, her face resting on his arm that curls protectively around her.

Jake is the first to call it a night, the way he looks between you and Josh makes you think it has something to do with him overhearing Josh’s request. He gives you a quick hug, not unaffectionate but it’s extremely balanced which was unusual for Jake at this time. Sam and Danny are quick to agree, Sam offering to take them all home given his sobriety. Their hugs are more comforting and you feel grateful for them even if you didn’t realize how much they truly meant to you.

Josh insists you sit outside while he walks them out and gets the kitchen in order. Your protests are half-hearted before you let him follow them into the house. He kisses the crown of your head once more and his hand drifts back towards you as he walks away. A physical promise that he doesn’t wish to part from you.

You walk around the backyard, your barefoot feet happy against the still warm stones. Your hands skim across the table, replacing the shells back to the center. Every so often you look back to the door into the kitchen thinking you heard Josh coming back out, but no head of curls appears just yet. You begin to walk the perimeter of the pool, with one foot directly in front of the other with your arms out wide, as if it were a balance beam. The stakes were low on one side while the other was a bit more treacherous now that the sun had been gone for more than an hour.

Josh manages to sneak up on you when you’re staring up at the stars, arms wrapped around your frame. He places his chin on the crook of your shoulder and you can hear him smiling before he even speaks. His arms encirlcing yours, his smooth delicate fingers skimming over your wrists and forearms until they lace infront of your waist.

You try to peek at him with your eyes but it’s mostly a blur of his prominent nose, handsome facial hair and fluttery lashes. He hums at the warmth of you and you sway a little in his hold.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You whisper, moving your gaze back to the sky and your hands down to his arms.

You lean into his hold and he tightens his grip. A deep breath floats past your ear and you wonder why he won’t let you turn around.

“Friday,” he sighs and he sounds almost dejected, something you rarely hear from him unless in jest. “I’m in love with you. Not just as a best friend, but more.”

Tears prick your eyes immediately as the words wash over you. This time you yank out of his hold and whip around to face him, a slightly bewildered and nervous expression on his angelic features. Your palms are quick to grip his jaw, tilting his face to really look at you.

“And I know we’ve got our separate lives in different states,” He decides to continue before you can speak. “And I know I’m always touring so I’m not asking you to move back here or anything, and I know we haven’t technically dated but–”

“Josh,” You stop him and his lips are parted in the sweetest way. Your thumb brushes against his bottom lip like before and you smile as he lets you, his eyes growing in intensity under the string lights.

“But,” He tilts his head seriously, ignoring your distracting touch. “I think you’re the only one for me and I want to make it official.”

You stare at him silently, your own mouth agape slightly because you knew what Josh was saying. In his Josh way, he wasn’t just asking for you to be his partner for now, he meant for life.

But still you wanted to confirm, “Are you asking me to marry you?”

Josh smiles with a bit of a laugh to himself, his eyes looking to the small space between your bodies for a beat before back at you. “It can be a long engagement. Five years or however much you need, but I don’t want to spend another second where I’m not able to tell people I’m yours.”

“You’re fascinating,” you breathe and then bring his lips to yours for the first time with purely romantic intentions behind it. It’s short, but the way his mustache tickles you makes you immediately think that you could get used to this being a regular thing. “I’ve always been yours, but if you want to make it official with a ring, I’m there too. I love you.”

He grins at you before pulling you back in for another kiss. This one is longer as his hands slip around the back of your neck and to cradle your jaw, begging you to get even closer. He sighs into your mouth and it’s like a wall has been lifted that you didn’t know existed. Tongues clashing in a perfect rhythm as he kisses you senseless beneath the stars. Your hands wandering across his back and feeling at total peace knowing this was about to be the rest of your life. Completely safe in the arms of your home, never having to know a life with a dagger in your palm just your sweet sweet Josh and his heart cradled perfectly within your hold. Everything else would fall into place, as long as you had him you weren’t worried.

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The Regret and Reunion | M.J.

Summary: Can you write an imagine with Matt Jackson (cocky and arrogant) & the reader breaking up; he breaks up with her once he feels his career is picking up but regrets it and does whatever he can to get her back. Fluffy and smutty.

Author's Note: Sorry it's so long. I, uh, got into this one. 😂🤷‍♀️

Requested by: Anonymous

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Pure Fiction

Matt always loved the attention that came from being a professional wrestler. The attention from the women in particular made him cocky and arrogant. His girlfriend, Y/N, was the opposite. She loved being in the background. A wall flower that always cheered him on at all the matches she could attend. They had been together since the beginning of his career, but Matt felt bored. He needed someone with the same zest for life like him.

The wrestler found himself starting arguments with her for no particular reason. One minor argument later, he finally wanted to end it. They met after one of his matches. He leaned against his car without a care in the world. Her belongings that once stayed in his place now stored in a cardboard box on his car.

"This isn't going to work for me," he told her. He moved his long brown hair away from his shoulder. "I think we should go our separate ways,"

Y/N let his words wash over her. She noted the way his brown eyes stayed on her. The words stung. Her heart felt like it was ripped in half. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Wow, okay, is this my stuff?"

Matt nodded. He was thrown off that she didn't seem too upset. Y/N walked to the cardboard box. She closed the lids on the top and scooped it up. His now ex turned on her heel and walked away. No goodbyes. He took a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Now, Matt was free.

The regret took a while to him, but when it did, it hit like a tsunami. The women who threw themselves at him no longer satisfied him. Nights when he came home sore felt longer. Y/N was no longer waiting for him with Advil and ice. Now, his body was met with bitter, cold sheets. One night, he lay in bed. His mind started to get the better of him. Soon, he found himself typing her name in a social media search. Her profile popped up.

Matt took an unsteady breath and clicked on her name. He scrolled to see her pictures. To his shock, and perhaps some disappointment, she looked happy. Her smile still lit up the whole room. She certainly kept herself busy with friends at different events. Pictures of her times at concerts, fairs, and even the beach littered her page. He clicked away from her profile and vowed to never search her again. He lied.

After looking her up, he started to miss her more. Her laughter whenever he did something silly to make her laugh. The way her face lit up when she saw him walking to the ring. Her concerned face when he had an injury. Matt screwed up. He knew he did. Now he was paying for it.

A few weeks passed, and he continued to look for her profile. After every match on the weekend or every date with a shallow woman, he would go back to see the woman he left behind. Y/N was eating away at him. He had to reach out to her. To speak to her to see if there was anything left of their lost relationship. He had to give it a shot.

One night, while laying in bed, he stared at her number. A number that would forever be engraved in his memory. His Y/N. The cursor blinked on the screen as if to mock him. Finally, he had enough.

Hey, can we talk?

Matt immediately laid the phone face down on his bed and cursed. He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled. That was the best he came up with. No proclamation of love. It's just a basic message that some teenage boys would tease him on. He was pulled away from his thoughts when his phone buzzed. Matt nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw she texted back.

Everything okay?

Matt felt his heart sink. Despite being a bastard, she still cared about him. Maybe he could have a second chance. A fresh start to get Y/N back. Nothing would ever make him let her go again.

Can I come over so we can talk?

This time, he didn't lay his phone down. He waited with bated breath. She started to text back immediately. His heart pounded loudly in his chest. He couldn't hear anything else.

Yes.

Matt didn't hesitate in fear that she would change her mind. He dressed quickly, ignoring the aches and pains from his match. With one last look in the mirror, he rushed to his car.

No thoughts except her invaded his mind. He couldn't screw this up. This was his last chance. He knew he didn't even deserve this chance. Luck was on his side. The lights seemed to be green for a little longer. When he parked his car at the apartment complex, he ran to her door and knocked.

Y/N opened the door and smiled briefly. Nothing like the smiles in the pictures with her friends. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she thought him coming over was a mistake.

"Hey," he spoke softly and smiled briefly. A contrast to the lively character he portrayed in the ring. She greeted him back just as short. "Can I come in?"

Y/N opened her mouth to speak yet stopped. The hesitation was noted by Matt. She looked over her shoulder before giving her answer.

"Come in, Matt," she spoke. The words they both never thought they'd hear again. She would never admit it to him, but it felt oddly comforting to say.

When Matt stepped inside, the apartment felt different. All traces of him were gone. He felt stupid for thinking that she would hold on to him coming back.

"You are starting to worry me. Is everything okay, Matt?"

Matt gulped. This was his final shot. "I messed up. I need you. I'm sorry. You mean so much to me, Y/N. I regret that day every day,"

Y/N stared at him in shock. "Matt, I've changed since we were last together. I like the new me,"

Matt felt his heart shatter. He swore shards of his heart caused his chest to hurt him. He wanted to run to his car.

"But maybe you've changed too. Let's just take things slow for now,"

A glimmer of hope caused him to smile. The conversation was after was rough. They were open and honest with each other. Y/N cried, and Matt could feel the lump in his throat. Tears formed in his eyes. He had to make things right this time around.

When Matt drove home, he hatched a plan to win her back. The first few weeks saw them revisiting their special places. The place where they first met, her favorite date spot, and the place he told her he loved her for the first time. They started a memory box together. Little notes and momentos to remind them of their times together.

He made time for her. Whenever he was on the road, he would show her that she was on his mind. Each morning, she woke up to a good morning text from him. Each night, before she drifted off to sleep, a good night message was sent to her. One day, she wasn't feeling well. Matt ensured Y/N's favorite flowers were delivered to her.

When Matt returned, he took Y/N to watch the sunset with him. A simple picnic date, but it would eventually lead to the best night of their lives. She didn't know it just yet, but a ring box was in his pocket. A promise ring to symbolize their new relationship. A promise that he would prove he loved her until his last breath. That is exactly what he told her when he dropped her off at her apartment.

Y/N felt the tears spring to her eyes. Her bottom lip quivered. He grabbed her hand and slid the ring on her finger. Matt kissed her goodbye and started to walk away.

She looked at her door and then him. They had a promise not to go into the other's place. The relationship wasn't going to be built on physical needs. He showed her how much he grew up.

"Matt, I want you to come in," she called to him. As expected, he immediately stopped in his tracks. He turned on his heel to look at her. Y/N opened the door as he made his way towards her.

"What? Are you sure? The agreement-"

Y/N stopped him by kissing him. He wrapped an arm around her waist. With his other hand, he pushed the door open. They made it inside. His heart fluttered when he saw the pictures of them on her wall. Things were starting to go back to normal.

She held his hand. Their fingers locked together as they made their way to her bedroom. Matt stopped at the threshold of her bedroom door to take it all in. Their memory box lay on the nightstand of her bed. More pictures and even some of his notes to her hung on her walls.

"You just gonna stand there?" She teased. Matt saw her sitting on her knees on her bed. Her dress is a balled up mess on the floor. He smiled at her. His heart pounded loudly enough for him to hear. All the blood in his body seemed to go south.

He stood in front of her. Her hands grabbed the hem of his shirt. She pulled the shirt over his head. Soft kisses planted on his lips and neck. A smirk planted against his skin every time she heard him whisper her name.

Her fingertips ran down his chest and stomach. They stopped at his belt. Her fingers worked to unbuckle him. She felt the strain of his pants. When her hand grazed his bulge, he sucked his breath.

Matt would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about this exact moment. The two of them in her bedroom. His love of his life taking control like this. He was one lucky man.

"Close your eyes," she commanded. Lost in thoughts, he hadn't noticed she managed to unbutton his pants and slide them around his thighs. He licked his dry lips and nodded. He closed his eyes long enough for her to notice. When he felt his underwear come down, he watched her through his lashes.

Her warm hand wrapped around his cock. Matt closed his eyes as she pumped him a few times. The tip of her tongue met the head. He grunted her name as her hand slowly slid down his shaft.

Her lips wrapped around him and slid down him. The same slow pace that she pumped him with. Matt begged for more. Her lips curled in a smile around him. She obliged.

Y/N's throat contracted around him. He opened his eyes slightly. His brown eyes mesmerized at the sight. His beloved Y/N on her knees took him in. "I want to touch you, please,"

Her hand grabbed his wrist. She let his fingers snake through her hair. Matt ran his fingers through her locks before gripping them. He started off slow. Maneuvering her to take a little at a time before fully enjoying her mouth. His head rolled back. A few more thrusts, and he released her hair.

"Lay back," he ordered. Y/N moved her legs to sit on her butt. She slowly slid back until her head rested against her pillows. Matt allowed the rest of his clothes to hit the floor. The cocky side of him rose when she couldn't look away from him. "Like what you see?"

"You know I do, Matty," she answered. He crawled on the bed on his hands and knees. She licked her lips in anticipation. The love of her life kissed her. His hands propped him up above her. Matt sat on his knees. His fingertips brushed her inner thighs before meeting at her underwear. He couldn't hide his shock at the wet spot that already formed.

"Already?" He teased. Y/N blushed and nodded. His thumb pushed the fabric inwardly. She let out a soft moan. His name fell from her lips. Matt's lips met hers. With hooked fingers, her underwear slid down her legs.

"You know what you do to me," she gasped. His fingers coated in her juices. He slid his fingers inside of her. Fingers curled inside of her. He thrusted in and out of her at a quicker pace. Matt loved this part. Seeing her so needy for him and only him. Her moans made him ache. He needed her. Not long after, he pressed himself at her entrance.

"I love you, Y/N," he spoke. His eyes filled with love as he stared at hers.

"I love you, Matt,"

Her legs wrapped around his waist. Slowly, he inserted himself inside of her. Eyes closed to revel in the fact that she was his once more. No one would ever take that away from him again. She was his soul mate. Now and forever his.

His pace picked up the moment he noticed she was trying to keep quiet. It was late at night. Her neighbors would surely be asleep by now. That wasn't his problem. He needed to hear her. His ego needed to know he was doing a good job.

"Oh no. Don't be shy. I want the neighbors to hear who makes you feel this good," he told her. "Say my name,"

It was a quicker pace to get a reaction. His hands gripped her waist roughly. Her walls clung to him.

"M-Matt," she whimpered. It wasn't good enough. His thumb found her bundle of nerves. She bucked her hips immediately. He placed a hand on her lower stomach to keep her in place.

"Not quite, baby. Who makes you feel this good?"

"You... you do,"

"What's my name? Huh? Tell them my name,"

"Matt!" She called out. Her body tensed under him. Toes curled as her orgasm washed over her. Her walls gripped him. He fucked her through it achieving his own orgasm. Sweetly reminding her that he was there to catch her.

He slid out of her. Matt laid down next to her. Their arms wrapped around the other. She rubbed his back sweetly. The cool metal of her promise ring rubbed against his back.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

[sleepy0s]

The Ariana Griande concert

Havent written Ariana much so lemme know any tips!

Some au facts for this certain one-shot

Allay Grian! (I felt like Allay grian made the most sense to be a singer cos there like musical??)

His voice sounds different due to Allay stuff- makes it higher pitched?

Hermits know he's an Allay but no one knows he's Ariana Griande (Not even pearl- very important for this)

I've decided. When Grian is just grian he is he/they and when he's being Ariana Griande has she/they

This is my longest one yet! (1303 words)

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“Pearl! Pearl! I got them!” Gem came sprinting round the corner, clutching four tickets in her hands

 “Let me see!” Scar pushed Pearl to the side wanting to see the tickets, 

“Gem! You're the best!How did you get four VIP tickets?!” If Scars Vex wings worked then you best believe he would be floating

. “I have friends.” She smiled, handing the tickets out to her friends before pocketting her own. “We are forever in your debt Gem.” Scar bowed down, almost hitting Mumbo in the nose on his way back up. 

“What are you doing?” The voice made all four jump, having not noticed Grian get closer, the small allay was trying to climb Mumbo to see what was in his hands but was failing due to the suit material. “Gem just got us V.I.P tickets!” He made sure to take a pause after each letter in VIP, Grian just looked at him, sliding down the suit. “To who?” 

“Ariana Griande, of course!” Pearl responded before Mumbo could.

Now, they’re not sure what they expected from Grian but it certainly wasn’t for him to lay on the floor and sigh in what seemed to be sadness, “Grian?? You all good down there?” Gem put her arm out to help him get up- he took this as a chance to climb onto Gems shoulders instead, whatever her fault. “Yep. I'm fine.” Scar however seemed offended that Grian had responded this way to such an idol, “G, do you not like Ariana? She is the best idol in the world and you need to agree.” Grians response was a sad sigh as he hopped of Gems shoulder and fluttered towards his base. (Can you blame the guy tho? He just found out four of his friends were going to be at his concert, pressure much.)

~ ~ ~

Ok, so it turns out Gem is Amazing. They had front row seats to the concert and would be able to see everything perfectly, she had managed to get her hands on some merch so all four were decked out.

Gem was wearing a nice laced white shirt with a baby pink skirt, her hair was put high pigtails (One of Ariana's signature hairstyles) with two bows clipped on.

Pearl was wearing a pink shoulderless shirt, a bandana wrapped around her wrist, and her hair had been put into a plait with pink ribbon.

Mumbo was wearing pink glasses (Vampires don't do well with the lights), he had a pink jacket on which was covered with pins.

Scar, who was arguably the most enthusiastic, was rocking a pink cowboy hat, heart shaped glasses, a half buttoned up white and pink striped shirt (Think limited life) and had a bag covered in pins, bandanas and keychains.

So yea. They were decked out.

~ ~ ~

They had gotten there early and had been waiting for around half an hour (Though all would claim it was worth it) and now, finally the lights were dimming around the stadium  signalling the start was near, all the chatter quieted down as people looked to the stage. 

“I'm so excited!” Scar whispered from beside Mumbo

“Scar shush. I'm concentrating.” Pearl elbowed him, making him shush,.Just in time as well because suddenly a bright pink light appeared on the stage and a platform rose from underneath the stage, and there she was! Ariana Griande rose from the stage, wearing a sleeveless white shirt and a gorgeous red and pink skirt, her hair was put in high pigtails with ribbons wrapped around. It was genius really, the pink she had claimed as ‘hers’ matched the light blue of her wings and the small horns in between her hair.

“Good evening Ladies, Gents, Hybrids and Humans!” The four screamed at her entrance, waving their hands in the hopes she would notice them, “I hope everyones having a lovely night, and hopefully you're happy to be here!” She began walking to the front of the stage waving at audience members as she spoke, “We have an action packed night ahead of us, so first let’s just have a little talk!” She gave a young girl a high five, causing the girl to scream, someone threw a poster up luckily, Ariana caught it before it hit her, “Guys, please don't throw stuff.” Ariana began talking and walking again, just chatting normally as if one would with a friend about how her day had been and occasionally pointing the mic towards someone else to let them respond. 

She got to Scar, Mumbo, Pearl and Gem and gave them each a high five and smile, and honestly they looked like they were on the edge of passing out. “All right everyone! I think it's time we start!” 

~ ~ ~

The concert was around 2 hours long and honestly they wished it was longer. But now it was time for the best part. “We get to meet her!? Gem I dont think ive said it enough but you're amazing.” Pearl was smiling madly, hugging Gem as if she was going to disappear, “Yep, Yep I know- pearl. I can't. Breath.” Pearl immediately let go, making sure she was okay before running to go find the VIP line. “Pearl, wait up!” Mumbo called after her.

The three met her at the line, she had gotten near the front and was talking to one of the body guards, who seemed to know her? “Pearl! We're here!” Gem waved her hands in the air to get Pearl's attention as they got closer. 

“Ah! You guys made it! Look, meet my friend Martyn!” The three introduced themselves to Pearl's friend, “Martyn I wish we could talk longer but it's nearly our turn!” Martyn just laughed and gave Pearl a hug, promising that they would have to meet up sometime.

Scar dragged them forwards once it was their turn to meet Ariana Griande.

“Hello! Welcome, it's lovely to meet you!” Ariana smiled at them happily, from where she was sitting. “Hello! We are such big fans!!” Gem led the group to sit on the seats opposite Ariana. “It's great to see you so enthusiastic. Is there anything you'd like? I can do signatures, photos, could just chat, or really anything you’d like- under reason of course.”  There were probably loads of things she shouldn't do, but c'mon. They were gonna do anything bad. Hopefully. “Can you sign our photos? Please??” Mumbo had been put in charge of holding all four photos, and happily handed them over to Ariana to sign them. “I am so going to brag about this to Grian.” Scar said, causing Ariana to chuckle, The five talked for a bit, it was mainly just questions like if she had any pets, her favourite song she had made, just the normal things you ask your Idol. But obviously others needed a go so they had to leave, “Would you guys like a picture before you leave?” Ariana asked,

“Yes please!” Scar answered for the group as they all stood up to take the photo.

“Alright! Have a lovely night you guys! I hope to see you at the next concert!” Ariana smiled happily at them as they left the Private room, and headed back to the hub.

~ ~ ~

Scar popped around Grians base the next morning, poor lad looked exhausted. What had he been up to whilst they were at the concert? 

“Griannn!” He called out in a sing-songy voice, “Guess what I gottt”

Grian just sighed, rolling over and looking at scar, who was proudly showing off his Signed Ariana Griande poster. 

Grian rolled back over, “Scar, that's great and I love you. BUT. Its 5am go back to sleep.” Scar laughed a bit before wishing Grian a good sleep and leaving his base, promising to tell Grian all about the concert once he was more awake