#and then they have to get mushy and suddenly the line between comfort and cringe looks razor thin

[pain-in-the-butler]

Like a week ago someone sent me an ask requesting I rank the Seb VAs/actors and I started going hard with it, but it’s been so long that maybe I should just answer without the big explanation for each lol? Sorry anon

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

💕BakuDeku First Kiss 💕

FanFic Summary: BKDK first kiss head cannon, Kacchan + Deku have feelings for each other but are dumbasses and don't know how to act on them, the pair gets stuck on a corny Tunnel of Love ride that Class 1B built for the school's annual festival. Easy peasy lemon squeezy content for funsies. Scroll down to enjoy! :)

Ok but imagine:

Katsuki and Izuku's first kiss is at the school festival in their third year. Izuku convinces Katsuki to go on the "Tunnel of Love" ride that Class 1B has put together for the school, saying he wants to support all of their friends from the class. Katsuki has been looking for an excuse to be alone with Deku for literal months and so he agrees (even though a "tunnel of love" is the dumbest nerd shit he has ever heard of).

Katsuki begrudgingly asks Kirishima to cause a distraction while he and Izuku get on the ride (because he'll be damned if anyone from class 1A sees him getting mushy with the green haired hero <spoiler alert - the entire class knows DK + BK have the hots for each other>).

Eijiro Kirishima of course agrees to help because he's an amazing friend and has a soft spot for romance. He enlists Denki Kaminari's help and obviously they do something ridiculously over the top and stupid. Picture Kirishima giving a speech about how manly romance is and it distracts everyone in line for the Tunnel of Love. Meanwhile Kaminari messes with the electrical system.

Katsuki and Izuku awkwardly hop into one of those cheesy swan boats and sail straight into the tunnel while Class 1B and the rest of the school are too focused on Kirishima + Kaminari to be any the wiser.

The ride breezes the boat through badly painted scenes from classic RomComs - How Harry Met Sally, While You Were Sleeping, You've Got Mail... Making matters worse, the whole thing is set to a cringe playlist of 80s and 90s love songs and it's all so over the top and cheesy and Katsuki WANTS. TO. DIE.

That is, until he looks over and sees Izuku admiring the scenery and taking everything in with a look of amazement. "Our classmates are just so talented, aren't they? They built this entire thing just using their quirks and elbow grease." And Katsuki just can't stop staring at the guy beside him. Deku is so pure and good and so utterly full of light. Once upon a time, that trait had pissed Katsuki the hell off. But now...now it's something he finds deeply endearing.

The ride slows down and comes to an abrupt stop in front of a giant cardboard heart painted sloppily with the words "Will You Be Mine?"

The lights flicker and spark before shutting off, plunging the scene into complete darkness. The music comes to a stop as well, silence resounding through the narrow tunnel. It only takes a second for Kacchan to realize that Kaminari and his overzealous electrification is likely to blame.

Damn Kirishima. I told him not to get Sparky involved. Katsuki thinks bitterly, standing up in the boat to look around for an exit. Everything is pitch black.

The boat rocks uncertainly beneath his feet, and he feels Izuku's hand grasp his own. The green haired hero slowly pulls Katsuki back into his seat. "Be careful Kacchan - you're going to tip us into the water! This boat doesn't seem so sturdy."

Katsuki grudgingly sits down. The damn nerd's probably right. He blushes when he notices that Izuku hasn't let go of his hand.

"You know, Kacchan, I was really surprised when you agreed to go on this ride with me. It really doesn't seem your style." He hears caution in Izuku's voice. The damn nerd isn't going to force him to move faster than he's ready to. They both know there is a mutual attraction between them, but neither have been ready to act on it until now.

Maybe it's the horrifically corny magic of Class 1B's Tunnel of Love. Or maybe it's the comfort of the total darkness surrounding them. Whatever it is - Katsuki suddenly feels brave enough to make a move.

"I knew those nerds from Class 1B wouldn't be able to pull this off. I figured this death trap would kill you - and I can't have you die before I have a chance to surpass you." Bakugo is cringing at his own words. He has zero rizz.

"I appreciate it." Izuku says, giving his hand a squeeze. Bakugo's heart starts beating double time, and his nerves are pissing him off.

"Listen, Deku. Let's drop the bullshit. Can I just kiss you already?" His face is beat red, but luckily Izuku can't see it.

Izuku's hand goes slack in surprise. Oh, shit. Katsuki panicks - has he read this entire situation wrong?!

"Ok this is stupid - forget I said anything dumbass!" Katsuki roughly pulls his hand away from Izuku, moving to stand up. This boat can go straight to hell, and he has no problem walking through a few feet of water to get away from this damn nightmare.

But just as he's getting up to leave - Izuku's hand reaches out and grabs him again in a vice-like grip. He pulls Katsuki roughly back into his seat.

"Kacchan..." Izuku reaches out blindly with both hands until he manages to find Katsuki's chin. His fingers feel more calloused than Katsuki would have imagined, toughened up from years of hero training. Once Izuku manages to find his friend, he slowly brings their faces together, fumbling a little in the dark. Izuku manages to kiss the corner of Katsuki's mouth, but with a little teamwork they adjust and find each other.

It's a slow kiss, and it's sweet. Izuku's mouth is softer than Katsuki could have ever imagined and the feel of it leaves him shaky. When Katsuki doesn't pull away, Izuku gains more confidence, his fingers moving to thread into the explosion hero's thick blond hair. The touch has Katsuki seeing stars - no one has ever caressed him so intimately.

Within minutes, he's trying to pull Izuku into his lap. He grips his friend's waist as he kisses him fiercely. Years of tension and unsaid words spur them on, causing their lips to collide again and again until...the lights snap back on.

Izuku and Katsuki are left blinking numbly as the gooey Spotify playlist starts up again. With a lurch, the swan boat starts moving forward again. The two scramble, trying to regain their composure as the end of the ride nears. Izuku climbs sheepishly out of Katsuki's lap, and Katsuki furiously tries to get his hair back to normal. Both are blushing like mad - they can barely look at each other.

A few moments later, the ride comes to an end. The swan boat moves jerkily back into the sunlight, and TetsuTetsu greets them with a grin at the exit. Katsuki groans internally - he has no doubts that Kirishima filled TetsuTetsu in on their plans.

"Sorry about the technical difficulties, looks like we had a little bit of electrical trouble." He says good-naturedly, swinging a wooden plank around to connect their boat to land. Izuku shakily exits the boat, walking lightly across the board.

"Thanks TetsuTetsu. Appreciate it." Izuku walks quickly through the exit, trying to hide the blush on his freckled face.

"Anytime bro." TetsuTetsu waves Izuku off, then turns to face Katsuki. "Enjoy the ride?" He says with a wink.

"Like hell I did!" Katsuki grunts, crosses the plank and pushing TetsuTetsu roughly to the side. He chases after Izuku but the festival is too crowded - the green haired nerd is nowhere to be found. "Damn."

Immediately, he feels his phone buzz in the pocket of his jeans. He fumbles to pull it out, seeing a text from Deku blinking across the screen. With shaking fingers, he opens the message and drinks in two quick sentences: Meet me in the dorms. Let's finish what we started.

Katsuki grins stupidly despite himself. "That damn nerd."

He makes a beeline for the 1A dorm building.

[elionwriter]

MY FAV STAR WARS COUPLE DYNAMICS:

(for the sake of this post let's all just pretend no one dies, ok?)

Anakin - Padme: their relationship started with pure drama and really bad, corny pick up lines and it just goes on that way. Even when they are happily exiled on Naboo with their children and everyone knows about them, whenever they talk about their love or tell the story to Luke and Leia it's always with the tones of a 'larger than life situation'. Obviously Anakin is the drama queen who really pushes it (and is still salty he had to give up his title as Jedi Master) but Padme fell for him when he did the whole whiny speech about sand and married him, she secretly supports this s***t! 😝

Han - Leia: bickering is their love language. Screaming to impose supremacy is their flirting. The thing is, they never bicker for serious stuff, because they actually agree on what matters and get along as a couple, it's the principle of things! Sometimes a friend of Ben overhears them and goes 😱 "I'm really sorry for intruding on this, pal. Will your parents be alright?" And Ben with the calmest expression will answer "They literally do this all the time". It's the silence that's worriesome. When Leia is just too tired to keep fighting after hours of doing so with politicians, when Han doesn't bother to stay to face the argument and just hops on the Falcon again, THAT'S when they realise they are falling out. So they push duty and lust for adventure aside to go back spending quality time together and patching things up. Sure enough, the bickering starts again and Ben is like "😌 aaah everything is fine again".

Din - Luke: they are the picture perfect couple. They literally never argue, at best they poke eachother when one of the two does something the other doesn't entirely agree on. They have each other's back in any instance, support every choice and are there for backup when others want a fight or have something to say either on Din's leadership or Luke's approach to the Jedi code and teachings. It took them forever to actually get together because they acted like shy teenagers on their first crush and Leia, Han and Cara had to practically push them into each other's arms, but once they got there they were solid a couple as a rock. Others look at them and think they are either disgustingly mushy or still in a 'honeymoon face', because NO ONE has such a stress-free marriage. Din and Luke truly don't get what the fuss and all the drama's about. So even though they end up practically parenting the space version of the kids from 'Cheaper by the dozen' they act like parental figures to their friends as well. Life as Manda'lor and the Reviver of the Jedi order can be hell, but together they are just balanced like that and can face everything! They even create a new co-op fighting style for Jedi/Mandalorians that becomes the terror and amazement of the Galaxy for centuries to come!😌😏💪

Kannan - Hera: very similar to Dinluke except they do at times have some small moments of tension because Hera is a fighter to the core and Kannan can't help but wonder if the battle will ever truly end. But his queen's passion and resolve is so bright and steeled that he can't help but fall in love a little more every time and follow, knowing it's the right thing to do. They have an example to set for their son, after all. Kannan will absolutely love Jacen and will introduce Ezra to his son (once Sabine and Ashoka bring him back) as his older brother. Much like when he trained Ezra or faced Sabine, Kannan will sometimes doubt himself and wonder if he's acting like a good parent to Jacen. Hera will smile and reassure him, describing to him the bright and happy smile on their son's face or how Jecen's nose scrunches and his long, greenish ears wiggle in delight whenever Kannan plays with him or cuddles him. As Hera says so, Kannan holds her and feels like he can actually see it too.

Sabine - Ezra: After Ezra is brought back to his family from wherever or whatever happened to him after facing Thrawn, both of them will just indulge in sudden hugs or touches to make sure the other is actually there. Of course, they first think of their bond as a solid friendship and camaraderie, because that's what it was when they left off. The extra touching is just the response to being apart for so long and being worried for each other. But then Sabine notices that Ezra actually looks really good with long hair and the scruffy beard he grew out. She catches herself thinking of how warm and safe if feels in his arms and mentally kicks herself because she's a Mandalorian, all she should need is a loaded blaster to feel safe. Ezra, on the other hand, starts playing with Sabine's hair when complimenting her new dye and suddenly finds himself cupping her face like it's the most natural thing in the world. Long story short, they fall for eachother hard and become the prototype of the couple "my boyfriend/girlfriend is my best friend". When they are comfortable with their new status, Ezra goes back flirting dorkishly with her like he did all those years back when they first met and Sabine will tease him by shooting his advances down.

Ashoka - Bo Katan: joke's on Bo-katan for cringing back in the day at her sister's relationship with a Jedi. She thought destiny or the force or whatever was really messing with her when she realized that her rival and pupil, Din Djarin, the new leader of Mandalorians was also falling helplessly in love with a Jedi (Obi-Wan's student nonetheless). When she hears Sabine Wren and her Jedi boy also got together she stops questioning it. The thing is that she herself has been inexplicably, undeniably charmed and hooked to a Jedi for years now. The very same Jedi she had teased didn't have enough booty, what felt like a lifetime prior. But she's Bo-Katan, she can be in angry denial about anything. Ashoka, on the other hand, has seen and has been conditioned too much on what attachment does to a Jedi, even if she doesn't consider herself one anymore. So, even if the chemistry between them and the long lingering stares are real, their love is always kept a quiet, unspoken thing. Whenever they call eachother "my old friend" they know they actually mean more, but leave it at that. Everyone around them can't help wondering 'are they a thing or...?!' but they never feed the theories and gossip. They know what they are and mean for each other when they are alone in the same room, talking about the past or what must be done in the future and Ashoka's mere presence is enough to cool down the ever-present burning rage inside of Bo. Meanwhile, the other can't help but admire how single minded and devoted to her people and culture the Mandalorian princess is, how she never gave up on them, despite everything. They smile softly at each other, then one of them breaks the spell by leaving. They go back to their own business and life untill destiny or the force or whatever brings them back into eachother's orbit.

Revan - Carth: normally they act very much like Leia and Han with the bickering and teasing bit but then Revan has one of her memories returning or is haunted by how she basically condemned her lifelong best friend Malak to a terrible death and Carth instantly does a 180° shift becoming the most caring, comforting and tender partner. She'll hide into his chest until the crisis in over. Sometimes it can go on for days and Revan is oh, so grateful of how patient and good Carth is to her. Then, at times, Carth is the one burying his head in her chest and she's the one doing the tender, hair strokes. Carth needs a lot of reassuring and might get upset and fret over even what appears to be a trivial thing. He's trying to heal and get better but the long, long years of solitude, hurt and paranoia are hard to iron down. Expecially when Carth seems to have an instinct that puts a Jedi to shame, foreseeing a crisis neither she nor Bastila had picked up. But he is making an effort to improve and she's proud of him, even as he tries very clumsily to patch things up with his son Dustil. She doesn't really step in that matter more than she has to, since Dustil is clearly not happy nor comfortable with the idea of them being together yet. Carth will sometimes open his heart to her and say something deeply meaningful on how he wants her to stay ( when she looks particularly haunted and about to leave without a work of warning) and be happy but does so with such awkward word choices that Revan just cannot refrain from laughing at his face and making puns. It's at this point that the back and forth teasing resumes. There is no denying they are still deeply wounded individuals and they are at their best when their friends are there to lighten the mood and show love to the both of them. Because they could easily go down the path of drama like Anakin and Padme but they choose the Ebon Hawk crew shenanigans instead.

Obi Wan - Satine: their love is stored in the memory of that glorious time they spent together in their youth. A moment in which no responsibility or sense of honor could keep them from giving in to that feeling of want and need for each other. It's a love that never truly went away, never left space for anyone else, but it never fully grew and bloomed either. So years down the line, that's what it is for Obi-Wan, a pleasant memory. He would never change how things went afterwards, but he wouldn't give up those memories and feelings for anything in the world. Satine feels the same, mostly. There are nights that she falls asleep wondering what could have been if only she had talked up at the decisive moment and dreams of a life spent together with Obi-Wan. But when she wakes up, she sobers up and goes back to her things. It's when she looks at her Korkie smile and notices how resembling to his secret father he is that she is truly at peace. She managed to keep a peace of Obi-Wan in her life.

Cal - Merrin: I have no idea for this one, but just stop and consider the possible 'nightsisters babies' though! Wouldn't they be the cutest things ever?! 😀

Sorry Cara Dune, you just haven't met the woman of your life yet. 😔

Also, I kinda like Zeb and Callus too but I don't really ship them enough to add them here, you know? Anyway I'm sure they make a lovely couple.

[starryevermore]

A Gift For a Gift

I’m sorry this is so long and if you see any grammatical errors, no you don’t <3 lol anyway I just wanted to write something for you since you write so much for us! Thanks so much Kayla, we love you! (I also cannot for the life of me figure out the read more thing, so I am sorry again lol) (Kayla here! I added a read more for you 🥰)

Colby fucking hated Valentine’s Day. For most of his teenage life, if he saw those stupid hearts and those goddamn teddy bears, he was instantly in a worse mood. Most years, it made sense why he hated the holiday. He’d been single a long time, and even when he had a girlfriend, he hadn’t had the money to give his girl a proper date. He always tried, but it never seemed good enough. His mind would always go back to one year in particular where he’d tried to set up a picnic for a girl in the living room of his house. He was 15 so he had no car or money, and it was Kansas, so there was a foot of snow on the ground anyway. He’d gone all out. He asked his mom to bring home some balloons and flowers and all that gross shit just so the aesthetic was perfect. He then tried to actually cook food. Himself. At fifteen years old. For the first time. When he tells this story and says Mama Brock came running with the fire extinguisher, he’s not kidding. His mom made the meal. 

At the cost of his whole day (and nearly his home), his girlfriend came over and laughed. Not in a cute way or in disbelief, but laughed in his face over his efforts. She picked apart every inch of the room he had decorated and told him it was ugly. Apparently he had used the wrong shade of red? He hadn’t realized that it mattered, but “barnyard red” was not right. She said the balloons were tacky and the flowers were meaningless because they weren’t roses. She refused to eat the meal because it was cold (since she’d shown up an hour late), and then broke up with him on the spot. 

So yeah. Colby fucking hated Valentine’s Day most of the time. This year was different, though. He had met the love of his life. He was convinced you were the one he was supposed to be with all this time. He’d waited and it was worth it. And you loved Valentine’s Day. The pinks and reds made you happier than anything else. He’d never seen someone get so giddy over seeing a pink bear with a heart on it’s foot until he’d met her. Every trip to Target was punctuated with a visit to the dreaded candy section. But he saw you smile at every silly pun on the backs of the card boxes. You laughed at the ridiculous couples games. You hugged at least one bear every time and forced it to hug him too. You were happy. This time of year and celebration made you happy. And damn it that was enough to put aside his petty hatred for this capitalist cash-grab of a holiday and come up with the most kickass Valentine’s Day date he ever could. 

He hadn’t realized how hard that would be. He was a hopeless romantic, but he was also hopelessly self-destructive. He would come up with an idea and every scenario started beautifully in his imagination, but every time each scenario ended with something awful. He thought you two could go to the beach, but then he imagined you falling into the water and getting salt in your eyes. Maybe you two could go to the movies, but then you could get stuck in front of two teenagers who weren’t aware that just because a room is dark, the sounds they were making weren’t audible. 

This cycle went on for a long time. It took so long, he actually forgot what day it was. He’d begun planning the second February hit. He checked the calendar and realized he only had a week until The Day. Fuck. Had it really been a week? He felt like his head was swimming. His final brain cell was short circuiting and his head literally had no thoughts left in it, only fuzz. His head hadn’t felt this empty while still spinning since he’d learned about imaginary numbers in Algebra II. And he’d never actually learned imaginary numbers. Sam took that test for him. Suddenly, he had one thought. 

“I gotta ask Sam.”

Sam Golbach, per usual, had about a million suggestions. Colby reasoned that since he’d had more experience having an actual girlfriend on The Day, Sam should have more ideas than himself. The only issue is that the brain cell Colby had frazzled trying to come up with a date was usually shared between him and Sam, so Sam had all of the same ideas Colby did. He suggested the beach and the movie and the dinner and blah blah blah, so Colby was literally at square one. Sam was supposed to fix all of these issues. He had the brain and the longer relationship, so what the fuck? Why had he picked this time to not have any original idea?

“Colby.” Sam shook Colby’s arm.

“Jesus dude, you scared me. What?”

“You’ve been staring at the carpet for like 30 seconds. I know what it looks like when you’re mentally drifting. That’s the only kind you can do, if our video had anything to prove.” Sam smirked, knowing full well that Colby had taken second place in that challenge. 

“Shut up, dude. You had more time driving manual. I just learned there.” Colby knew his defense was weak, but it was a defense nonetheless.

“And you did well.”

“Don’t patronize me. I killed that car like twelve times. It feels like I’m going to end up doing the same with this relationship.” Colby sighed and rubbed his face. He held his hands there, flush against his cheeks. He could feel himself heating up and the cool metal of his rings, one of which you gave him, always helped keep him grounded. Sam grabbed his shoulder and shook him again.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” 

Colby removed his hands from his face, side-eyeing Sam, surprised “What the hell, Sam?” 

“Someone needed to say it. You’re talking yourself down again. Yeah, you killed the car. But you learned. You’ll do the same thing here. If you mess up, who cares? You tried! You need to realize that perfection isn’t attainable, so stop trying to attain it. You don’t have anything to be afraid of. Anything you do will make her happy. Because it’s you. She loves you. Any situation or plan can go wrong. We of all people should fucking know that. But don’t let fear stop you. You never have before. So what is your problem?” Sam asked, softening the harshness of some of his words by rubbing comforting circles into Colby’s shoulder. 

Sam knew Colby. He knew Colby was afraid. He’d been hurt so many times, and sadly many of those times, the hurt was self-inflicted. Colby held himself to an insane standard that he’d never expect anyone else to live up to, but this was Colby and Colby deserved harsh critique apparently. He refused to let his friend scare himself into doing nothing and then letting that nothing ruin what he had going. (Y/N) and Colby were made for each other. Anything Colby did made your heart swell and just knowing he put in effort would be more than enough. But Colby didn’t know that, or rather, refused to acknowledge that. Sam was getting tired of it. 

“You know her. Just do something she’ll like. Not whatever anyone tells you you should do. She loves you” Sam said, squeezing Colby’s shoulder one more time before dropping his hand to the arm of the chair. Colby smiled and looked at him. 

“Thanks Sam. You’re right, once again. I don’t know how you always know what to say. I love you, dude.”

“Hold up, I’m not your valentine. I said she loved you, not me. Save all that mushy shit for her. You’re wasting your soft energy.” Sam laughed, standing to leave.

“Oh shit, you’re right. Us emo boys can only express positive emotions twice a week and I’ve wasted once on you. How could I be so dumb?” Colby shot sardonically back, returning to his computer to look up restaurants. 

Sam laughed again and walked to the door. He went through and closed it behind him, but Colby knew he was still on the other side, hand on the handle. Colby turned just as Sam quickly stuck his back into the room, quickly whispering “I love you too” before slamming the door again and audibly running down the hall to his room. Colby laughed out loud that time. His friend was an idiot, but they’d be so lost without each other. 

Time to plan the date Colby knew you would like, not the date that was in the movies. He still hated Valentine’s Day. 

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Well everything was going to shit, just as Colby had feared. He had been so proud of himself. He thought of an amazing night. First, you two were going to go to your favorite restaurant and have the meal you’d been saying you craved for two weeks. He’d even called the place ahead of time, asking if they could play your song at a certain time, since they had a live band. He may have had to use some of that influencer clout to get that request, but it was okay. Did he feel like an absolute rat that just ran through the New York City sewer system for doing it? Absolutely. Would he ever do it again? If you asked him to, probably. But not for a long time. 

However, what had failed to happen was a valid reservation. It was Valentine’s Day in Los Angeles, after all. There would be no place in the whole city that wasn’t booked to full capacity. Colby knew that. That’s why he made the reservation directly after his talk with Sam. A week ago. The restaurant accidentally double booked your table. And the other couple had come before you two. Directly before you. As in they were the ones in front of you in line. 

“Well, is there anything we can do?” Colby asked

“Not really, the whole place is booked all night. I’m so sorry. You’ll get a full refund?” The hostess looked down and cringed, seemingly preparing for the Karen reaction. You and Colby just looked at each other and looked back at her apologetically. It must be hell to work here on The Day and deal with all of these rich assholes with an elitist complex. Which is exactly what you said to her. She just laughed lightly and brushed it off, but you and Colby saw the look of acknowledgement in her eyes. You both said your thank yous and goodbye while walking towards the main sidewalk where you’d parked. That had gone right, at least. You both were ecstatic that you’d actually found reasonable, legal parking close to the restaurant in downtown LA. That was a feat.  

Or at least, Colby thought the spot was legal. The ticket on his windshield begged to differ.

“What the hell? We were gone for like ten minutes!” Colby exclaimed, annoyed but impressed at the dedication of the PEO in the area. 

You laughed heartily. Colby’s little cloud of poor luck seemingly didn’t take a holiday. Just one of the nuances you loved about him. You’d always have a story. You could see the doubt creeping into his face and you were about to reprimand it, but you faintly heard your favorite song playing in the distance. The band inside had taste! You gasped and smacked his arm, flapping your other hand excitedly.

“Listen!” You said, pulling him back from the car and taking his hands.

Colby looked down and checked his watch.

“7:45. That’s right.” He flicked his eyes up to your face, coughing awkwardly as he rubbed his neck.

“You planned that?” You smiled, taking his hand back again and pulling him a little closer.

“Yeah… I tried anyway. I planned to be able to hear it a little better, but this is a lesson in using Instagram followers for special treatment I guess.” 

You laughed again and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you. 

“Well, don’t ever do that again obviously, but let’s dance like we did that one time the bouncer wasn’t convinced we were old enough to get into the club.” He giggled at that, remembering the look of bewilderment you two shared when Sam and Kat walked in with no issue. Of course you’d both forgotten your IDs that night. You decided to dance right outside anyway. 

“Okay, but aren’t I supposed to be the one taking the lead?” 

“Fuck gender roles.” You smiled, pulling him even closer and tucking your head beneath his chin, swaying him to the song playing from inside. He laughed again and let you move him around. He wasn’t good at dancing on his own anyway, so maybe you leading was the better decision. He was just letting things happen, slowly allowing himself to just let go and enjoy dancing with you. He felt silly and like he’d failed already, but he was keeping it together. There was still more planned. Where he couldn’t keep his poker face was when you -attempted- to spin him but actually just smacked his face with his own arm. You both giggled lightly and you decided to seal the deal with a sorry attempt at a dip. You forgot that he was taller than you, so gravity decided to join the forces against you two that night. Thankfully you were both near the car still, because Colby was able to keep both of you from the pavement by hitting his back against the door and grabbing onto the handle. You both were laughing hysterically at this point, unable to really form coherent sentences. 

“Just get in the car,” You got out eventually, wiping the tears from your eyes. “And never tell anyone.”

“I don’t plan on it.” Colby said, opening the door for you.

“This is one of the chivalrous acts that I will accept, so don’t ever stop doing that.” You joked, kissing his cheek lightly as you got in.

“Note taken.” Colby laughed, closing the door behind you.

“So Romeo, now that the masquerade is bust, where are we headed?” You asked once he got in and started driving.

“I know that was supposed to be a reference, but I haven’t thought about that play since I was twelve,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Anyway, we’re going somewhere I think of when I think of you.”

You smiled softly at him with that. This boy was a big ol’ softie and he really pretends he’s not. You never bought it. He was incredibly sentimental and sweet, so you knew that wherever you all were going was going to mean a lot to him. Therefore, it would mean a lot to you too. 

You were driving for a long time. You were no longer anywhere close to downtown and you couldn’t help but ask a million questions. Where are we going? Are we there yet? Why are we going here? Where are we going?

“You’ve already asked that.” Colby smiled, endeared by your only-child behavior but slightly annoyed nonetheless. 

“You got me there, Brock. But where are we going?” Colby groaned, leaning forward into the wheel. He reached to his phone and handed it to you with the Aux cord. 

“Please, pick something and stop asking!” 

You smirked and went to his music. Usually, you would go straight to the songs you wanted, but you were being nosy. You decided to go to his playlists and see what he had saved. You were scrolling past the expected “editing” list or the “late night” playlists, but stopped when you saw it. The most recently added list was one simply titled, “Her” with a small heart next to it, the black one of course. You cocked your eyebrow and clicked it. You started looking through the songs and saw all of the songs you’ve recommended to him over your relationship, along with some outliers. You glanced over at him, seeing if he was paying attention. 

He wasn’t. His brain was going at a million miles an hour. He felt like a comeplete fuck up. How was he the one table that was double booked? How had they managed to hit intense traffic at eight and made this drive take half an hour? How were you not bored out of your mind? There’s no way you were having any fun. He continued to stew in these intense thoughts when he’s snapped back to reality by the opening chords of Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.

Shit. She found it. He thought. He risked a glance at you, blushing bright red. Please don’t…

You were smiling widely at him. “You have a playlist for me?” 

“Oh god.”

The rest of the drive flew by, you two screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs once Colby’s embarrassment faded. It reminded you of the first time you had hung out, just you two. You’d discovered a mutual love for early 2000’s emo music, so you two screamed your voices away to the sweet dynamics of My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy until two that morning. You smiled quietly, remembering the fun of that day. You knew this was one special dumbass that day, especially after figuring out he had misheard “down in an earlier round” from Sugar, We’re Going Down as “down on a merry-go-round” for literal years. You had scream-laughed at that and corrected him, laughing even harder as the realization spread across his face. 

“Holy shit.” He’d whispered. “It’s been years…” 

“Hey, we’re here.” Colby startled you out of your daydream. You smiled at him as he climbed out of the car and sprinted to open your door. You laughed, remembering your comments at the restaurant. He opened the door and let you out, beginning the walk towards the location. You recognized this location. It was the neighborhood of the chandelier tree from one of his earliest vlogs. You had seen it and begged for him to take you there. It seemed so cute. You smiled widely at him, placing your hand in his. You swung his hand lightly as you walked, knowing it drove him crazy.

“Would you stop that?” he playfully asked, feigning annoyance. You responded by swinging his arm as far back as you could, saying,

“Careful Brock. Watch the tone or I’ll try and dip you again.”

“I thought we weren’t supposed to talk about that?” He asked cheekily, taking the piss. 

You laughed again and smacked his arm as you turned the corner to the tree. Or the location of the tree, as there were no chandeliers. 

“What?” Colby asked, mostly to himself. You both looked at each other, confused. You got closer, deciding to let go of each other’s hands as Colby went ahead, trying to see if it was just around another corner or if he was on the wrong block. You pulled out your phone and asked Google.

“Oh, baby. They took this down last month!” You frowned, calling out to him.

“Seriously?” Colby asked, clearly disappointed. Another fuck up. He hadn’t even thought to look up if it was still here or not “Shit.”

You could see the wheels in his head turning, trying to figure out what to say. You were about to reassure him when he lights up, turning to you and exclaiming,

“The park! That pretty lookout Sam and I used to go to all the time! It’s like ten minutes from here, we could go there. I’m sure it’s awesome right now.”

You smiled and were nodding in agreement when a loud bang made the two of you jump ten feet. You looked quizzically at each other when your mutual question was answered by a sudden downpour of rain and flash of lightning. A thunderstorm, of fucking course. Colby removed his jacket, holding it above your head as you both made a break for the car. 

After your dead sprint, you both sat in your seat, heaving breaths and looking out in pure wonder. You looked over to Colby, ready to laugh at the absurdity of the whole night when you saw him slumped forward on the wheel, refusing to look at you, shoulders shaking slightly. 

“Colby, baby, are you okay?” you asked lightly, grabbing his arm. He turned even farther away, opting to lean his head against his window to cool his heating face. He refused to let you see the single tear that was leaving his eye. 

“I’m sorry.” was all he muttered.

You were shocked. “Baby, you don’t control the weather. If you did, I’d be pissed you haven’t fixed global warming yet.” You attempted to joke. He didn’t laugh.

“I failed again. I just wanted to make something special for you. I know you love Valentine’s Day and it means a lot to you. I hate this fucking holiday but I wanted to make you happy. But I fucked it up. Just like I do everything. I mean, it’s raining! In L.A.! What the fuck! There’s nowhere open that’s not booked and it’s already nine and I haven’t even gotten you food and you probably have never had a worse valentine’s-” he tried to rant, but you covered his mouth with your hand. His eyes darted to you, surprised. 

You were beyond hurt. You couldn’t believe he didn’t see how much fun you were having or how much pressure he’d put on himself to make everything perfect. You should’ve guessed as much. You reached your other hand around the back of his neck, moving the one from his mouth to his cheek, kissing him. 

“Would you shut the fuck up?” you said, pulling back. He barked a short laugh out, surprised.

“You know, you’re not the first one to tell me that about this whole thing.”

“You talked to Sam about this date?”

“How’d you know?” He looked at you again, fully flabbergasted. You laughed.

“Do you talk to anyone else about stuff important to you?” He shrugged, clearly thinking it through. 

“Other than you, no, not really.”

“Anyway, he’s right. I don’t care that stuff didn’t work out. You put more thought into this night than anyone else has ever put into any date I’ve ever been on. You poured your heart into it. You thought every little thing through. You tried. And even when things didn’t work out, we had fun. We reminisced on our relationship so far. We danced, screamed songs, and ran through the rain. You tried to give me a super involved date. You gave me a damn movie instead.” 

Colby scoffed at the irony in that. He did exactly what he was trying not to do. Fairly typical. You swiped your thumb across his cheek, getting his attention again.

“You’re drifting, stay with me.” Colby laughed and rolled his eyes. You stilled your thumb, confused.

“You and Sam are literally on the same wavelength.” 

“Or we are the ones who know you best. I think I’ve got him beat on the loving you, though,” you paused. “Maybe.” 

You both chuckled again.

“But seriously, Colbs, if you’re here, I’m happy. You make anything fun. That’s why I’m in love with you. I know you think about everything and try your fucking hardest. You are the sweetest man I know. That’s why I picked you. Remember, I had a line of suitors waiting,” you winked, knowing Colby knew that all too well.

“God, don’t remind me.” He groaned. He leaned his cheek into your hand, allowing you to hold him. That’s how you knew he loved you. He let his guard down and let you love him. He doesn’t do that for many, and you knew that. You loved that he let you in. He lightly kissed the hand that was still caressing his cheek, smiling when you pulled him close again. You two stayed like that for a while, kissing softly while the rain pattered against your windows. It really was like a movie. The gray, swirling clouds and soft wisps of the wind lulled you both into a serene sense of young love. You belong here. This was you two. Shit was going to go wrong. And you were going to love each other through it. That’s what made you two special. You don’t want perfection. You want each other. 

“So,” Colby said softly as he pulled back. “How’s about we pick up some In-And-Out and binge watch Attack on Titan in the big theatre?” You smiled again, squeezing the back of his neck one more time.

“Fuck yeah.”

So, that’s what you all did. And it was the best night ever, just you two being goofy and in love. And okay, Colby may be coming around to Valentine’s Day. Or maybe it’s just you. He thinks it’s just you. Either way, he can’t wait to spend the rest of them just like this.

[saebyeog-i]

what it feels like | pcy

“If this was a brave new world you’d entered with that thinly veiled declaration of love, you wanted no part of it.”

genre | you can send me your dental bill for this tooth rotting mushy fluff / internalized angst if you squint / this might be soft enough to not be considered solid matter / this sat on a shelf next to a soulmates au for five minutes

word count | ~1.8k (this! was! supposed! to! be! a! drabble!)

pairing | PCY x reader (this is actually relatively gender neutral without meaning to be?)

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Someone once told you there were many different kinds of love, and many different important firsts beyond just a kiss or a date or sex. You’d kissed and fucked and wined and dined others in the past for plenty of different reasons that didn’t really matter, despite the notion that experiencing any of those firsts with someone who was not your one-and-only was often taboo in your world. Yet, you believed the words you’d once been told by a stranger you no longer remembered, and you held strongly to those ideals, because they grounded you— you found comfort in them, and they acted as a guiding light when you were otherwise wandering lost in the clouded haze of your own life.

The first time you realized that Park Chanyeol was the love of your life felt like a scene from a coming-of-age rom com more than it did a moment in your own life. It came after all those other firsts in your life had been experienced with different people over the last ten years, and it came on one of the otherwise most unimportant nights of your life.

In the months since you’d known him, you’d come to appreciate the different looks you’d witness in Chanyeol’s eyes. When he was deep in thought, focused on something, making a new piece of music or writing a new lyric or verse. When he was bursting with excitement, an extrovert on main, relishing the spotlight and attention from those he surrounded himself with. When he was quiet and calm, his eyes not giving away the thoughts firing through his mind (though those moments were fewer and further between than others— he’s a busy man, you know). He had what you’d come to call ‘galaxy eyes’— you could see the whole universe wherever he looked.

What had compelled you to stay with him well past a reasonable hour, into the middle of the night? To accept the invitation to close the ride share app you’d opened to take you home and instead settle into one of the stools lined up along the bar he’d built in the studio? To willingly take the glass of overpriced special edition Macallan scotch (a bottle you’d only ever seen in person before when locked in a glass case behind an unachievable monetary value for a single bottle of liquor) that he slid across the bar top towards you with a smile plastered on his face? To lift that glass up with a delicate grasp, knocking your knuckles against his and murmuring a ‘cheers’ as you both drank to everything at once and nothing at all?

What had compelled you to snort with laughter with him and exchange humorous stories of your awkward teenage years, to talk about your first crushes and the embarrassing things you’d done in your youth that you could both cringe and laugh at now that years had passed? To follow him when, at the end of the bottle, he’d said he had something important to show you? To wait patiently as he fumbled with the ring of keys to the building he spent most of his free time in— admittedly he spent more time here than in his own home— as he unlocked the door that lead up beyond the top floor? To take his hand as his long legs raced up the stairs to bring you somewhere he insisted he’d never shared with anyone other than Baekhyun or Sehun or MQ? To look out over the safety rails in wonder at the Seoul city skyline at well after three in the morning?

If you had to really narrow it down, it was the comfort he provided.

It was an accident, all of it, really— an accident that you even met, an accident that he broke your expensive prescription glasses and spilled your morning coffee, and an accident that he felt embarrassed and asked for a method to contact you so he could replace them. It was an accident that you even stayed in contact beyond the day you’d gone to his studio building to pick up the replacement pair he’d ordered, so that he could apologize again, profusely, in person.

You’d come to Seoul to get away. To run far away, to start over, to reset, because anything and everything you’d been looking for before was no where to be found in where you were.

And now you were here. And ‘here’ felt more like home than anywhere else in the years of your adult life so far.

It’d been six months since you met, and he’d slowly let you into more and more of his life as that time had passed. There was hesitation on both sides at first— he was still an idol, someone living a very public life, despite having been more senior in his career. You were still decidedly not famous, and had a constant nagging feeling about what was worth giving up of your own privacy in order to cultivate the new found friendship. Ultimately, the same reason you accepted each and every proposition he offered up that night was the same reason you’d stuck around this long: the comfort.

“You’re not cold, are you? If you’re cold, I’ll get you a coat—” He’d asked suddenly, after a prolonged silence shared between you on the rooftop. You shook your head softly, closing your eyes gently for a moment as the heat rushed to your cheeks. Was it from the cold, the alcohol you’d been consuming, or a response to his considerate question that got you? You weren’t really sure that it mattered. Maybe it was none of them, maybe it was all.

“How often do you come here?” You asked, diverting the subject.

He hummed thoughtfully, non-verbally agreeing to give you a pass on his first question despite the shiver he swore he saw run down your spine just now. His eyes never stayed on one point in the skyline for long. Like he was restless, impatient, searching for something. “Whenever I need to remember that I can still be small. Even after all these years, with all the people that know who I am… I can come up here and still feel small.”

His honesty spread a smile across your face, and you couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from deep within you.

“What? What’s so funny?” He pestered.

After the small eternity in relative stillness and silence you’d shared since ascending to the rooftop, you turned your head and looked straight into his galaxy eyes to respond. “Park Chanyeol, you’re might just be the biggest, grandest presence of a person I’ve ever had the fortune of meeting and knowing. But you’re also the softest and most sincere. If you want to be small, I promise I’ll forever see you as how you want to be seen. I promise to do my very best to see you as that and only that.”

Where did the proclamation even come from? Deep within your heart and psyche, that’s for sure, unearthed by the liquor and again the comfort, that pesky comfort you felt when you were with him; and you knew without the liquor and the comfort that proclamation would have otherwise remained buried. As you processed what you’d just said to him, your heart thrummed in your chest, and an awareness settled over you.

‘Oh,’ you thought, ‘This must be what that feels like. What it feels like.’

You knew you’d said the wrong thing as the moments between your words and his lack of a response ticked by, as the silence between you grew from a pause to a hesitation to a complete and utter blank stare looking back at you. Those galaxy eyes, the ones you’d grown to treasure, rendered completely unreadable by something you’d said. If this was a brave new world you’d entered with that thinly veiled declaration of love, you wanted no part of it.  

You had to back pedal, to rewind the last two minutes and take it back, you couldn’t have him catch on—

“Shit,” he muttered out finally, running his hand through his slightly grown-out bleached hair.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“You feel it too?” His words cut you off, and it took a moment to register what he’d just implied.

What was that feeling? ‘That’ ‘it’ you were just so sure you’d felt? Surely it wasn’t the foundation of everything you thought you knew shifting, of your heart gravitating towards that of another, of a sudden realization that the center of your world wasn’t the sun or a star or a physical place, but the space between you and another person?

“What… what do you feel? When you’re with me?” You asked softly, unable to look away from him despite the furious flush you wished you could hide.

And there it was again, erasing any fear or previous hesitation, reinforcing everything you’d felt that you’d been so sure you’d fabricated in your mind. That kilowatt smile, the sparkle in his eyes, looking like he held the whole world in his gaze when his eyes were on no one else but you. “I feel like I see my whole future by my side, and that I want nothing more than for them to feel the same.”  

Would it be so bad? To take his hand?

“I—” you breathed out, words caught in your throat before they could even make their way to your tongue.

“You keep your promises, no? Didn’t you just promise me to see me how I want to be seen?”

He had a point. If you’d taught him anything about yourself these past few months, it’d be that you kept your word when you gave it. You sucked a breath in and bit down on the flesh of your mouth, chewing at the inside of your lip for a moment. How could you weigh every pro and con of allowing yourself to love the man beside you with your whole heart? How could you make such a choice in so brief a passage of time, to give in to everything your psyche had been all but screaming at you for at least the last month, if you really thought about it?

Anxiety made your heart race faster and faster as he waited for your response. Your eyes flicked down to see his hands gripping the guardrail in front of him, knuckles turning white as he steadied himself. And in that moment, you came to realize a different truth of not just the love of your life, but humanity in general: celebrity status aside, everyone deserved to love and be loved in return. You could only wish that everyone important to you could feel the way you felt when you looked in Chanyeol’s eyes.

Really, would it be that bad?

‘No,’ you finally thought, unable to stop the smile from spreading as you rose on the tips of your toes to meet your lips with those of the man who wanted to be reminded that even with the life he’d led so far and the path he’d chosen that he could still be small, ‘It wouldn’t be bad at all.’

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author’s note | stream 1 Billion Views, steam Yours, be emo about them both because I sure as hell was while writing this.

[jessikahathaway]

Vanilla Ice Cream

I DON’T OWN THE PICTURE!

I have returned with a Hybrid!AU oneshot as a special treat. I know you guys want another chapter of Owner, but I don’t have a lot of inspiration for that story. But new stuff is in the works! Thanks for passing 1100 followers! You guys rock! Please shoot me a message and tell me what’s up! I love to answer questions! Enjoy the read ~ Jessika

You really should’ve been thinking about your heat cycle much sooner than it being a week away. Sure you’d been getting yourself off more frequently as of late, but that was no problem, a couple sessions with one of your favorite toys and you were set for the rest of the day or at least until you could get home again.

However, now it was getting to the point where you really couldn’t leave the house without a change of panties because of it. There was only so much laundry a girl could do before she loses her mind.

“Just call one of your hybrid friends and bang it out for the weekend, I’ll go home and visit with my family so you can have the apartment all to yourself!”

Your friend, Lisa, said.

She was the God send during this whole experience. She came from a long line of hybrids and she knew all about going through your heat cycle and things of the like. You can’t remember how many times you’d called her in a fit of panic, thinking that your vagina was broken. Thankfully, your girl was still in working condition.

“No, we’d run the risk of mating and I really don’t want to deal with that shit,” you moaned in complaint, already thinking of the failure that was your last heat cycle.

You’d called your friend Namjoon and he accidentally got too involved with you and now things were only finally starting to return to normal. You truly valued a lot of your friendships far too much just to think about fucking getting in the way.

“Well, there is always-”

“No way in fucking hell Lisa,” you growled.

“He’s the only one that’s been through this with you before! I’m sure he’d come to help you out,” she said, leaning back against the couch.

“I’m not calling Chanyeol, I’d rather fuck my vibrators all weekend,” you said, huffing and crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know they’d never finish you off. You know how this works, Y/N,” she said. You groaned in annoyance and leaned your head against the back of your chair.

“I’m going to die of sexual frustration.”

“You won’t be the first young adult to do so.”

---

God you were horny as shit.

And math was boring as fuck. Your vibrators were looking awfully tempting sitting there in the closet while you stared at a bunch of functions that you honestly couldn’t give one shit about. Just as you were about to stand up and abandon your math homework for the night, there was a knock on your door.

“Yeah, come in,” you said, trying to not sound disappointed.

The door swung open to reveal your best friend of seventeen years, Min Yoongi.

“I decide to come all the way here to steal your ice cream and you can’t even sound excited to see me? What the fuck is this?” he said as he sat down on your bed with two spoons and your french vanilla ice cream sat on his lap.

“It’s me wanting to punch my professor in the face because of his stupid assignments,” you growled. Angry at the disruption in your evening plans, and the fact that Yoongi was stealing your ice cream.

Again.

“Something tells me that’s not the only reason,” he said, placing a spoon in front of you, tempting you towards the deliciousness of the frozen treat.

“I’d prefer to not tell you about it,” you said, cringing at the thought of explaining why you were so on edge to Yoongi.

“You on your period or something? Do I have to go buy you tampons again? Last time was a disaster,” he said, laying down on your sheets and stuffing a spoonful of vanilla in his mouth. You scoffed and thought back on that memory.

You’d been in bed all day because of horrible cramping and Lisa was out for the night at a friend’s party. You called Yoongi in a panic because you knew there weren’t any tampons or pads left in the house.

“Yoongi,” you whispered.

“What?” he said back into the phone. “You sound like shit, are you sick?” he asked.

“Kind of,” you said, thinking about the bodily process much more than you feasibly should’ve at the moment.

“Then why are you calling me? Get some rest and text me in the morning for an update,” he said, sounding further away from the phone.

“Hang on! Wait!” you shouted into the phone.

“Jesus fuck, what is it?” he asked, obviously done with your little charade.

“Can you help me please?” you whispered softly.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Did something happen?” he asked, sounding more and more concerned.

“I need you to go to the store and buy me pain killers, tampons and pads... Please,” you begged through the phone.

Silence floated over the receiver for a few moments.

“Yoongi? Min Yoongi? Did he hang up on me?” you asked more to yourself.

“You owe me for this, what kind do you need?”

You remember him stumbling through the door with a bunch of different kinds of feminine hygiene products and a receipt enough to make you faint. But, he insisted that he didn’t mind and offered to stay for the night incase you needed anything else.

Because that’s the kind of friend he was. He’d complain the whole fucking time if he didn’t want to do it, but if it meant something to you, he’d do it regardless.

Yoongi had been your friend for as long as you can remember.

You had gone to the same school together and you two had just sort of clicked. He didn’t really mesh well with other people and you understood that he needed his space. There were night when the two of you had stayed up the whole time and simply spoke about your dreams and what you wanted to do when you were older.

Other times you’d both do different things and not talk as much. Although, you’d never drifted too far away. Yoongi always had a way of showing up when you needed him to.

Prom night when your date had bailed on you and you were left crying in your living room until Yoongi showed up with a shitty bouquet and his mom's car for the night.

When you were certain you didn’t get into college and he appeared with your acceptance letter in hand, saying it was halfway down the street in a tree because of the windstorm from the night before.

“Wake up sleeping beauty,” Yoongi said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You jumped in surprise. Yoongi gave you a smirk. “You were looking at me with a weird look on your face, think of something actually fun to do?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yoongi,” you said grasping his hands in yours. He gave you a confused look.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“You know I love you right? Being serious,” you said, tightening your grip on his hands.

“Of course. You keep french vanilla in your freezer even though mint chocolate chip is your favorite. You always find a way of making me laugh and you put up with me, not a lot of people would do that kiddo. I love you too, and don’t you forget it,” he said, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles soothingly.

You sighed in relief and pulled him in for a tight hug. Yoongi was stunned at first, but quickly melted into your arms and rubbed your back comfortingly.

“Not that I don’t love our mushy moments, but what’s got you so emotional? Are you on your period? Do you have everything you need because I swear to fuck if I have to buy you one more goddamn back of tampons I might just-”

“I’m going into heat soon,” you said, laying all your cards out on the table. Yoongi froze and pulled away from you quickly.

“Like, need to fuck someone to death heat?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“Ew, why tell me that?” he whined.

“You’re the one who asked why I was emotional, that’d be why,” you said, shrugging and grabbing the spoon from between his legs and stuffing some ice cream in your mouth.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “I remember your first heat,” he said, laughing to himself. You flushed at the thought.

“Shut up, I don’t want to think of that,” you warned.

“The fact that you couldn’t resist little ole me? God, it was so funny,” he said.

“I would’ve done that to anybody. You try feeling so horny you could die.”

The two of you laughed.

It truly had been a mess. You had invited him over and you suddenly felt a rush of desperation. Suddenly you were stripping and you tripped over your discarded tank top and you wound up crying on your bedroom floor half naked with Yoongi trying desperately to comfort you.

“Man, no thanks. I don’t envy being you,” he said, chuckling.

“I think I’ll just get some suppressants. It’ll suck next time, but hey, at least hopefully by then I’ll have someone to help me,” you said, getting quiet.

“I still want to kill that fucker,” he growled, pulling you towards his chest. You sighed and shook your head.

“He isn’t worth it, I don’t even want to think about him,” you said.

The rest of the night the two of you were silent, just sitting in each others company.

---

The morning your heat was supposed to start you popped a couple suppressants.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lisa shouted after you swallowed the pills.

“I can’t have it now, Lisa, if I do I’ll wind up doing something I regret,” you said, reaching for your backpack.

“Y/N, you know those aren’t good for you. Half the time they don’t even work!” she yelled.

“Those are only if you use them frequently. The last time I used these was, like, five or six years ago. Calm your tits Lisa, I’ll be fine. Have fun this weekend with your family, love you bye!” you yelled, just barely escaping on of her famous lectures.

You could already feel your sex drive going down and the relief of a clear head taking over.

---

Class went by uneventfully. You turned in your homework and was on your way out when you collided with somebody.

“Oh, sorry!” a sweet voice rang out.

“That’s okay I should’ve been paying attention-” you said, standing up.

“Oh... Hey, Y/N,” Chanyeol’s voice rang through your ears.

Suddenly you were thrown back into that night.

The night you came home to find him fucking another girl and boy in your living room.

How he looked at you while he was balls deep in another woman and had the audacity to ask if you wanted to join them.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you growled, turning your back on him quickly and heading down the hall.

“Y/N, wait,” he shouted, running after you.

“Kiss my ass, Chanyeol,” you said, turning a corner quickly. He rushed after you and grabbed your wrist.

“You know I’d love to baby,” he said, pulling you towards him.

“I thought I told you to not touch me,” you said, wrenching your arm back.

“Can we just talk without you running in the other direction? I want to talk to you,” he said, sounding sincere. You sighed, and against your better judgment, stayed put.

“Fine, what?” you asked.

“I fucked up, I get that. I should’ve been more upfront about my desires and maybe we could’ve worked something out, but we should’ve done it together and not just me on my own trying to figure myself out. I’m sorry,” he said.

Desires...

You shuddered involuntarily at the word, a hot rush flooding your system. You shook your head and cleared your throat.

“Yes, you should have. Anything else?” you growled, looking at him like he was a roach with your boot’s name on him.

“Listen, I was thinking maybe we could try again. I really care about you, and we had a good time together. Life has been shitty since you left and I want to make more memories with you... Please baby, think about it. Think about us,” he said, reaching out to hold your face in his hands.

You remember his touch. How warm and inviting it used to be. How many nights had you fallen asleep in his arms with feather light kisses being placed upon your head.

How many times had he helped you with your heat?

Heat.

Heat.

It was so hot...

You removed his hands from your face and tried to focus on the situation.

“Chanyeol, listen to yourself. What we had was good, yes, but you fucked that all up when you started going behind my back and lying to me. Right to my fucking face, might I add. How am I supposed to trust you after that? After all that? I’ll never be able to feel secure with you. I’ll always feel like you’re not telling me the truth. I don’t want to be in that kind of relationship, Chanyeol. Not with anybody,” you stated, saying your peace.

He sighed and looked down at his boots.

“I won’t say I’m not disappointed, but I understand. I am truly sorry Y/N, I hope one day you can forgive me,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and went to move past him when a sudden rush of heat went through you, causing you to buckle and grip your stomach in pain.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” he asked, reaching towards you. Aggressively, you shoved him back and stood up shakily.

“Get, away from me,” you panted, gripping your stomach. You slowly slid down the wall and pressed your head against the cool brick.

“What’s wrong? Is it your stomach?” he asked, crouching beside you.

“I-I told you, to get away from me,” you said weakly.

“Wait, Y/N, when was your last heat?” he asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“None of your fucking business,” you growled, struggling to stand up.

“I can help you, I’ll take you home. Is Lisa there?” he asked. You sighed and stood up before starting to stalk down the hall, every once in a while gripping the wall for balance.

“Like hell I’d let you touch me like that ever again. You can go fuck yourself Chanyeol,” you said, walking out of the school.

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You fell through the front door of your apartment and threw your bag on the floor.

All you needed was a few more suppressants. That’s all it was.

Slowly, you approached the counter where a little note sat.

Hey,

I threw out those danger pills.

Fuck it out of your system,

Love you bye!

Lisa

You gasped as another rush of heat flooded your system and you collapsed to the floor. It hurt so badly. You needed something.

Before you knew it your fingers were dialling the most familiar number.

“Yeah?” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the phone.

“Yoongi,” you moaned in agony.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright?” he asked.

“Help me, please,” you begged, tugging on your clothes desperately.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“It hurts, Yoongi, please help me,” you pleaded.

“I’m on my way, hang on,” he said through the phone. The line went dead and you placed your forehead on the cool floor.

All you could think about was how badly you needed to be sorted out. You wanted it.

It hurt.

You tossed and turned on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position. The most comfortable position you could be in right now would be with a cock shoved deep in your weeping pussy.

Your stomach was on fire. The raw need in your core was miserable.

There was a ringing throughout the apartment.

“Y/N? Y/N! Babe!” Yoongi’s voice shouted as he ran towards you. “Babe? Are you alright, hey, look at me?” he pleaded, bringing you into his arms.

“Yoongi, please, help me,” you pleaded grabbing his forearms.

“You’re flushed, what’s going on? You’re burning up,” he said, placing his hands on your face.

“H-Heat,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. Yoongi’s face paled as he looked down at you.

“Oh fucking shit,” he said, picking you up and carrying you to your room.

It was so hot, you just wanted to take off your clothes. Preferably with someone else taking your clothes off. Yoongi set you down slowly and placed his hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning up babe,” he said, more to himself. You grabbed his jacket collar and pulled him towards you, wanting the sensation of skin on skin.

“Yoongi, take your clothes off,” you whined, not enjoying the feeling of his denim jacket on your fingers.

“Hang on, Y/N,” he said, getting your finger untangled from his clothing. You watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and rapidly dialed a number.

“Yoongi? Why are you calling me?” Lisa’s voice rang through the phone.

“Lisa it’s hot!” you complained, pulling your jacket off.

“Lisa, what the fuck do I do with her?” Yoongi said, angrily.

“Um, fuck her probably,” she said with an unamused tone.

“Yeah, next option,” Yoongi growled.

“Sorry, sorry. Just saying, that’s the easiest option.”

“Lisa,” he said, growing impatient.

“Alright, I give. I threw out her suppressants because they were old and I didn’t want her taking those. But you could always go to the store and buy her some new ones, I don’t know how much they’re going to work. How far in is she?”

Yoongi looked at you, sweating on the bed and features flushed.

“She’s not looking good, I’ll tell you that much,” he said, rubbing his face.

“It might be too late then,” she announced.

“Too late for what?” Yoongi asked, looking down at you with concern.

“If the heat cycle has already started then she needs to be taken care of,” Lisa explained, sounding more worried than a few moments ago.

“What do you want me to do then? Who should I call?!” he yelled into the phone.

“Call Chanyeol, he’s the only one who knows what to do with her,” she said, deathly serious.

“No... I’d rather... die,” you said, gripping your stomach.

“She’s refusing,” Yoongi stated.

“She’s refusing? What do you mean? Girls on their heat don’t refuse anybody! It’s a biological function, she needs to have sex with someone!”

The word sex triggered something in you and suddenly the pain had doubled.

“Yoongi, it hurts,” you moaned, reaching out for him desperately.

“It’s alright, Y/N, just hang on. We’ll figure this out,” he said, smoothing your hair.

“I-I don’t want to have sex with Chanyeol... Please don’t make me,” you begged, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“No baby, I won’t,” he comforted.

“Yoongi, you need to do something and fast,” Lisa warned.

“Well what the fuck do I do? Can’t I just give her a toy and let that be that?”

“No, girls need the release of a man to ease the pain. It’s the only way the natural process can be ebbed.”

“Fucking hell, of course it is,” Yoongi complained.

“Yoongi, either you call Chanyeol and let him sort her out, or you do it yourself,” Lisa said before hanging up.

“Lisa? Lisa! Fucking bitch!” he yelled, throwing his phone on the floor.

It was silent in the room, other than your heavy breathing.

Yoongi couldn’t think about it... He knew that if he took that step your friendship would never be the same. He couldn’t lose you, never. It’d break him.

But, he couldn’t let Chanyeol do this either.

“Y-Yoongi, please,” you begged, reaching for him. He sighed and placed his hand on your head.

“Y/N, do you want me to call Chanyeol, or do you want me to take care of you?” he offered, petting your hair soothingly.

“You, Yoongi. You’ll help me, you always do,” you whimpered.

“And you’re aware of how I’m going to help you, right?”

“Yoongi, cut the shit and take off your clothes,” you said weakly.

He scrambled to comply, pulling his jacket off and his shirt, revealing his chest to you. You pulled off your shirt as well, throwing it onto the floor and reaching out for your best friend. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head tenderly.

“I’m going to make this all go away, alright? I’ll help you in anyway I can, forever,” he said. You smiled and ran your hands down his back, already feeling relief from the skin on skin contact.

“Yoongi,” you whimpered into his ear. He sighed and kissed your jawline tenderly, sucking on the sensitive skin there. You moaned softly at the contact and gripped his shoulders tightly.

“Lie back for me, yeah?” he asked. You eagerly complied, laying down on your back and watching as Yoongi crawled towards you. He unzipped your shorts and pulled them down your legs quickly, not wanting to keep you waiting.

Finally your pants were off and Yoongi looked at your center. You were fucking drenched. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should feel embarrassed or turned on at the sight in front of him. You grabbed the edge of your panties and pulled them off of yourself, flinging the offending material somewhere else. Yoongi watched and flushed red. He’d seen you in various states of undress in the past, but never something to this scale.

He couldn’t help himself from leaning forward towards your center and placing a soft kiss right above your aching clit.

“Yoongi, don’t tease me, please,” you pleaded.

“Um, are you particularly sensitive down here? I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over your aching center.

“Yoongi if your don’t eat me out right now I’m going to choke you out with my thighs, hurry up!” you whined. He nodded and quickly dove in. You gasped in pleasure and tangled your fingers in his hair. Yoongi licked your center tentatively, wanting nothing more than to help his friend.

Even if it meant doing less than ‘friendly’ activities with you.

“Is this right? Do you like it like-hmmf!” Yoongi exclaimed as you wrapped your thighs around his shoulders and pulled him back to your center.

“Whatever you do to me I’ll like, please, just get on with it,” you moaned. Yoongi nodded and went back to your center. Licking a long stripe up your slit with his warm tongue had you gripping the sheets in pleasure.

He groaned slightly at the taste of you on his tongue, he had no idea you’d taste this good. It was almost worrying how much he was actually starting to enjoy this. You were his best friend, and you needed his help right now. That’s all this was. Just a friend helping his friend. But, he couldn’t deny how sweet you tasted and how every moan you made sent a jolt straight to his groin.

The pressure in his jeans was becoming too much to ignore at this point. Yoongi pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before raising to his knees and undoing the button and zipper on his jeans.

You flew up to pull your bra off while Yoongi struggled to get his skinny jeans off. You couldn’t help but giggle at the two of you, struggling to get out of your clothes like Virgin teens. Yoongi glared down at his pant leg as he wound up having to sit on the floor to get it off.

“God, now I know why women wear skirts, they’re ten times easier to get off than these stupid pants,” he complained, throwing the jeans to the other side of the room. He stood up and you saw the tent in his boxers.

“Come here,” you begged, reaching out for him. Yoongi crawled back onto the bed and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Y/N, I’m nervous,” he whispered into your hair.

“I am too, but, I feel like I might die if I don’t have you right now,” you breathed against his neck. He shuddered at the sensation of your warm breath across his skin.

“I’m going to make it go away, alright? I’ll help you, always,” he said, without looking at you. You smiled slightly. He’d never say anything like that to your face. He was far too embarrassed of himself already. You bit your lip, trying to fight back the childish smile that was threatening to cross your face. But, the reality of the situation hit back full force.

The searing pain in your stomach wrenched through you like a freight train.

“Ah!” you screamed, holding yourself in hopes of making the pain lessen.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Yoongi asked, touching your head.

“I-I need you, now. Hurry up, Yoongi, please,” you pleaded. He nodded and removed his boxers, letting his erection spring free. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever seen, nor was he the smallest. However, the way the veins wrapped around his length and how red the tip was, you couldn’t believe how clear headed he was still.

“Condom,” he mumbled to himself before going towards his jeans again.

“No,” you stopped him by grabbing his wrist. He gave you a quizzical look.

“As much as I care about you I’m not risking you getting pregnant,” he stated firmly.

“I won’t, we aren’t mating. B-but I need your, uh... I need you to finish inside me for the heat t-to end,” you said, blushing madly.

“Oh, Lisa did say something about that didn’t she...” Yoongi trailed off, looking at his jeans once more before looking back towards you. “Alright,” he said, opening your legs and shuffling between them. He teased you by rubbing his cock up and down your slit to get it wet.

“Please,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers. Yoongi simply nodded before guiding himself with his other hand and pushing forwards, his length slowly being wrapped in your tight heat.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, letting his head drop slowly. You moaned loudly at the sensation of being filled so entirely. The pain in your weeping core being replaced by innumerable amounts of pleasure. He could feel your walls tightening around him, wanting more and more.

He gives the two of you a moment to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being connected like this. Yoongi never thought that he would ever be in this position with you, but God was it hard to just think of you as his friend right now. You looked so good with his cock inside of you... Your sweet pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. The sight was almost enough to send him over, but he looked towards the ceiling, trying not to focus on the erotic scene displayed before him.

“Yoongi,” you whined, tightening your grip on his hand.

“You good?” he asked, looking down at you. The thought of you being in pain helping to stave off his pleasure clouded mind. You nodded furiously, the very prospect of him stopping enough to make you panic.

“I’m so good. God you feel so good inside me, please don’t stop,” you pleaded. Yoongi groaned at your phrasing and bucked his hips forwards in response. You groaned at the sensations sparking inside of you. Finally, you could feel your heat ebbing at act of being filled so completely.

“Jesus, fuck... You’re so tight,” Yoongi moaned. He couldn’t believe he was there. Fucking his best friend of his whole life. He was worried that it’d be to awkward for him to enjoy. Boy was he wrong. The feeling of you tightening around him and gripping his cock, your body practically begging him to keep going. The soft whimpers that you were letting out as he continued to move his hips into you.

“Yoongi, please, harder,” you begged, gripping his shoulder.

“You want it harder? You sure?” he questioned in a teasing manner.

“I swear to God if you don’t start doing more work I’m going to use you for my own pleasure,” you growled, digging your nails into his porcelain flesh. He grunted at the burn of his skin being torn open, but it only egged him towards his decision.

“Alright babe, you asked for it. Don’t complain to me if you can’t walk for the next few days,” he chuckled before picking up his pace.

“Girls don’t like cocky men in the bedroom,” you stated before letting out a sharp yelp towards a particularly hard thrust.

“You seem to be enjoying it,” Yoongi teased, leaning forwards and placing wet kisses on your collarbone. You wanted to be sassy and tell him to shove it, but all you could do was mewl at the warm tingle that his lips left on your skin.

Yoongi’s pace was brutal and unforgiving as he plowed into you like it was his only prerogative. The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin was so loud it challenged your screams you were letting loose in response to Yoongi’s dick continuing  to ravage your aching womanhood.

“Fuck baby, I’m close,” Yoongi groaned into your hair while he grabbed your breast harshly and twisted your nipple in a pleasurable manner.

“Oh, shit! Give it to me,” you pleaded, grabbing his shoulders as he rocked into you with brusing strength.

When you saw Yoongi shirtless you’d never thought he’d be this strong. But you could already tell that you were in for some serious bruising once the heat had subsided, and the adrenaline from your actions had finally worn off. Although you were still on cloud nine at the moment, feeling everything from Yoongi’s fingers rubbing your throat in a tempting manner and the way that he played with your breasts. It was too much. Too much stimulation, and you were so close... But he needed to finish first...

“Yoongi, cum inside me, please,” you begged, gripping his hand that was on your breast.

“I-I’m working on it,” he groaned, kissing you desperately before his thrusts began to get less precise. His cock was throbbing harshly inside of you.

“Please, Yoongi,” you whined, gripped his shoulder. He gasped and kissed your jawline gently.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” he grit out.

Yoongi’s whole body tensed and you felt a piercing heat flood your womanhood. Finally, the aching sensation in your lower body released and you cried out once more as an aftershock trembled through you. You clenched involuntarily around his length, pulling more of him inside of yourself. A choked off gasp escaped him as he rested his head your shoulder, panting into your neck. You brought your hand up and ran your fingers through his hair in a soothing manner.

Silence fell over the two of you as the high of your orgasms began to melt away, and reality came crashing down on you.

You had just had sex with your best friend since childhood.

However you couldn’t find yourself regretting it. You trusted Yoongi more than a majority of the people in your life. He had treated you with care and helped you when you needed him.

Yoongi brought you back to the reality by kissing your shoulder and up to your lips, placing delicate pecks to your lips. You smiled lightly and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a proper kiss. He rested his hands on your hips and rubbed soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs.

Finally, Yoongi pulled out and walked into your bathroom to grab a washcloth. When he returned he cleaned you up and threw the dirtied cloth into your laundry. You reached out your arms for him and he crawled back into bed with you.

“Y/N,” he started after a couple minutes.

“Yeah?” you answered, keeping your eyes closed.

“Are we still friends?”

“Can we be more than friends?”

“Will you buy me more vanilla ice cream?”

“Yeah.”

“Then sure.”

You smiled when Yoongi placed a kiss on your lips. However, the kiss caused the stirring in your lower stomach to come back with a vengeance.

“Yoongi, it hurts again,” you whined, gripping your stomach.

“Already?!”