#at first i thought 'huh what a weird song' but now i can't stop listening to it

[okaerina]

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SIMP! enhypen x CRUSH! reader GENRE! fluff, crack, mutual pining, idiots in love TW! not proof read, lowercase intended A/N! anon rqs WC! 890 NOW PLAYING! . . . xo ( only if you say yes ) by enhypen ──   💭 ࿔

𖠗 HEESEUNG .ᐟ

somwhat awkward but confident. he thinks he's pretty mature in terms of romance but when he is with you his brain short circuits so hard he has to grip on something to not faint. but he's a great listener, he will listen to your rants, anything that's been bothering you. he listens so attentively humming and interacting. writes songs dedicated to you and serenades you by singing them !!! you are literally his muse atp, he notes down every little detail about and absolutely adores them. he's all giggles and blushy with you hehe. he dreams of playing video games with lmao.

𖠗 JAY .ᐟ

pretty mature and a bit shy. i feel like jay would be the most mature one amongst enhypen. he's also a bit shy too but tries to overcome it. he's loaded as hell so do expect expensive gifts and bouquets more often. another great listener. he's also a very great adviser, he's wise and thoughtful. very (+infinity) dependable and reliable. he's always there to help you out, cooks you meals and encourages you to eat more. very polite and understanding your parents will definitely approve of him. plays you a song he wrote for you as a way of confessing. lots of fancy outings and always pays first ^^

𖠗 JAKE .ᐟ

so super sweet and shy. when jake likes someone he tends to get touchy with them but when it's you hell he can't even look up at your face (he swears up and down that he loves you). stutters alot when talking to you and you just can't help but chuckle at his cuteness (he dies pls stop). tries to help you out with everything, even if he doesn’t take the class he still tries to learn a thing or two so he could help you out oh! you'd also start seeing him in your classes. lots of study sessions where he's most of the time gawking at you and always getting caught doing it lmao. rants about physics and layla to you alot! makes a lego bouquet for you.

𖠗 SUNGHOON .ᐟ

very hyper confident and delusion. he's good looking, loaded, has nice personality, fame and fans - everything you could ask for he's got it all so what's stopping you from liking him? he deludes himself into thinking that you'll fall in love with him just like any other girl but you don’t (sike) he goes ''huh wait what but i thought'' cue courting era of park sunghoon. never in his life he imagined he'd have to court someone but you’re not just someone you’re special, you’re his one and only true lovd. gets unexpectedly shy with you, hides his face and giggles. he realizes you’ve officially unlocked a new persona of sunghoon reserved just for you.

𖠗 SUNOO .ᐟ

he's so popular and friendly with everyone that you thought he was being just friendly to you the entire time sheesh. he has to restart his plans and just ends up telling you he has romantic feelings for you. then you'd start seeing the subtle difference between him around you vs around others. you noticed how he would like to listen to you speak when he was hyper yapper. always wants spend alone time with you. "hm im sorry i need to hang out with my girl" plans everything from the date spot to how it end. loves to plan outfits with you. skincare nights! always make sure that you eat well. takes lots of pictures of you without you knowing (not in a creepy way). will clap back at anyone and everyone for you.

𖠗 JUNGWON .ᐟ

pretty chill about it tbh. you'd have no idea he's got something for you yes he's that good at hiding. a fake-scenario maniac, daydreams about you a lot and giggles like a maniac (oof the weird stares). looks your contact name every single day. takes advice from his hyungs and literally has a diary related to you, he writes about you, to you. approaches in the most random way, "you know i have a dog..." very caring, always stands by your side. your biggest defender. once you two start chatting he will send you random videos of him playing in the park when the entire country is asleep.

𖠗 NI-KI .ᐟ

he may put up a bad-boy chill sigma look but is straight up awkward and goofy (?) almost tsundere. literally fumbles at your sight, his legs comically jiggling he has to lean on something to hold himself up. he will try to first ignore these stupid feelings that tarnishes his cool image, making his heart quesy. but gives up when he notices he's fallen badly in love. messes up every single time he tries to woo you. like that one time he tried to flirt with you, the moment you turned towards him, he forgot what he memorized to say. the next few sentences he tried to utter were filled with nothing but stutters and awkward pauses. nevertheless you still found him so endearing. girl trust me if you were ever to say yes he'd probably faint then and there. is so soft and lovey-dovey with you that others had to double take like that's the giant ahh intimidating nishimura riki?!?! huge girlfriend privileges for you :)

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[talaok]

The world needs more daddy Pedro with a baby/toddler

pairing: dad!Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: I wrote this for the sole purpose to stop crying cause like get a grip girl and it didn't even work so yup... enjoy. (Also, I 100% agree bestie)

You woke up gasping for air, your baby's cries sounding through the baby monitor doing a damn good job at interrupting your sleep for the third time tonight.

You let out a breathy grunt as you turned to your side.

Pedro was looking at you, for some god-forsaken reason, with a smile pulling at his lips.

Of course he would find the silver lining in all this.

"I'll go" you whispered

"no, don't worry"

"Baby you already went twice" you protested

"It's fine, really" 

again, another smile.

"u sure?" you asked, secretly praying to whoever was listening that he was, in fact, sure.

"I'm sure mama" he nodded, kissing your forehead "You stay here and rest"

"alright" you sniffled, not even trying to fight the yawn climbing your throat "Thank you baby"

He got up from the bed, glancing at you one more time before quietly walking out of the room.

...

He didn't need to turn on the lights, he would have known how to get to his daughter's room with his eyes closed by now.

He was the one who got up to check on her most of the times, and there were two main reasons why:

The first one was that he had never been much of a sleeper, so anytime she started crying, chances were, he had already been awake.

But the second, and perhaps most important one, was that he didn't mind, hell, actually, he loved it. He treasured that moment, the feeling of holding his own child (yes it still felt weird to say), of hearing her breathe, sensing her tiny heartbeat, watching as the eyes she had inherited from her mother struggled to remain open... it filled his chest with something so powerful he had no idea how to describe it, it was just- it was pure joy, pure love.

And this time was no different.

He gently picked the tiny creature screaming at the top of her lungs up and out of the crib, holding her in his arms as if she were a lost treasure.

"hey angel" he cooed, softly bouncing her to try and soothe her 

"what's wrong?" he murmured, tenderly stroking her head "Tell daddy what's wrong"

"Are you hungry?" he asked mostly himself "No you can't be hungry, now I fed you an hour ago"

"nope you don't even need to change your diaper" he concluded after examining her

"what is it then sweetpea?" he murmured, drowning in her big beautiful eyes.

God, he had the most perfect baby ever

"you had a bad dream, is that it?"

"I'll tell you what, how 'bout we sit here," he said, as he took a seat on the armchair next to the crib "and I sing you a song huh? You liked that last time"

"yeah?" he smiled, watching her studying his face as if she was waiting for him to start.

She was already starting to calm down.

He had that effect on her.

"then get ready pumpkin"

...

"what are you doing?" you murmured, watching your husband holding your sleeping daughter.

You had come looking for him when you realized his side of the bed was empty.

"I don't want to wake her up" he explained

You smiled as you took in the image.

He was watching her as if she was gonna disappear any second now.

Without a second thought, you pulled the other arm-chair in the room right beside the one Pedro was sitting on.

"What are you doing?"

"There's no way I'm letting you sleep here alone" 

He beamed as he watched you sit down next to him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, his scent wrapping around you ever so quickly, as you both looked down at your daughter.

Tiny breaths were fleeing her tiny lips as she slept soundly.

"she's perfect" you smiled

"she is" he agreed, resting his own head on top of yours.

"I love you y'know?" he murmured, after a moment of silence "I love you two more than anything in this world"

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt and your heart threatened to burst.

"Me too honey" you promised "more than anything in this world"

[midnight-black2]

hii! im sending in a request for Jann in the Archie Mademay event :) and this is my first time so sorry im nervous😅!

but prompt 11 really piqued my interest, thought about maybe a (before gt academy) nerdy and shy gamer Jann x popular sporty reader? thank you for your time bye bye :] !!

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : you can't keep neither your mind off of jann nor your hands off of him either

disclaimers : not many, sub!jann, softdom!reader, kissing in public, pretty mild

note : i listened to the song sparks by coldplay while making this, so that's were i got the title, just so it doesn't seem as random lol

most people found it weird how much attention you showed jann. after all, he was close enough to a nobody.

man, society is weird.

all these unattainable standards set by messy, emotional, little humans. i mean, if you wanted to see jann, why should anyone try to stop you? you liked who you liked, and it's not like you could help it. besides, jann was sweet, cute, and ambitious. in your opinion, he was the dream guy.

you two would eat lunch together, walk each other to classes you had during the day, average college couple stuff. you never let anyone give him a hard time, and whenever you attended a social event, he was by your side (whether he wanted to be there or not). he attended all of your [sports] games, etc. the coupley stuff wasn't the weirdest part to people. the weirdest part to people was that you chose to do the coupley stuff with him. you had lines of guys and girls waiting, patiently. stalking and clinging, nagging and hanging--yet you chose him.

people talked, of course they did. negative or positive, they talked.

but over time, it got better. the jealousy never really subsided, but when the two of you walked through the halls, not as many people stared. and when you guys attended parties, not as many people ignored jann.

either way, you couldn't care less. you loved jann more than anything. nothing would change that.

you guys were sat a desk in the back of the library. quiet giggles and whispers could be heard. it was supposed to be a tutoring session, but it always turned out a different way. you always found him more interesting than algebra (or...calculus..?) and simply ended up making out. as jann explained the equation, your eyes lingered on him. you took in his facial features, admiring him not-so-subtly. he didn't notice until he looked over, and his eyes widened slightly. he smiled, before clearing his throat.

"so, do you understand? or do you need me to explain it better?" he asked, and you didn't answer. you didn't quite care, frankly. you weren't failing math, you had a 92%, which is borderline, but far from failing. so, it wasn't your biggest priority. in all honesty, you only kept up with these tutoring sessions to see him. you simply held his gaze, a look on your face he couldn't exactly read.

"were you even paying attention?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"no, not really."

"and by that you mean not at all, huh?" he asked, rhetorically. you nodded, with a small shrug. he laughed, before looking down. "so, uhm, what were you thinking about then?"

"three guesses," you said, smiling. you thought he had to have known by now, considering this is what you do every tutoring session.

"wha-Y/N, you know i'm not very good at this," he replied, cocking his head to the side in slight thought.

"oh cmon, it should be easy," you stated, with a playful eye roll. he lifted his hands up in defense.

"i really don't know," he said, and you couldn't help the laugh the emitted from you.

"gosh jann, you're smart, nerdy, but so incredibly dense."

"well then...just tell me. please?" he asked. and really, how could you say no to him? was it possible if you even wanted to? no. would you really ever want to? also no.

"i'm thinking about how cute you are. you and your perfect pink lips, how kissable they look, and your adorable curls--god, i'm thinking about you, jann. when am i ever not?" you say, leaning in closer as you speak your mind. he was slightly taken aback, before he leaned in as well. he didn't know what to say, so he didn't. he had this look in his eyes you knew all too well.

"can i...?" he queried, reluctantly. you grinned.

"you don't have to ask for a kiss, jann."

"right--sorry." you chuckled, before you kissed him. it was sweet, like honey. he was the one to pull away first.

"you know, you always do this," he said, with a head shake, but with an irresistible beam across his face.

"i know, just can't get enough of you," you said, kissing his cheek. you pecked his lips, nose, jaw, neck, everywhere you could. your hand cupped his face, and he seemed to lean into your touch. you went up for another kiss, which was a bit more feverish this time. your bodies felt hot, and you couldn't wait any longer. or...maybe you could, but you definitely didn't want to.

"let's go to my dorm, yeah?" you said, and he nodded eagerly.

goodness you loved that boy.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[redwoodkid]

introducing the ever charming Bishop!

(A photo album/sketchbook tour of my favorite oc in the whole wide world)

tw for nudity, intrusive thoughts, suggestive content, sui thoughts, etc etc

I drew this with my friend and I've just been having a blast making this dude, I'm gonna post so much of him on here.

I'll go ahead and yap excessively about him now, but essentially, he started out as a random doodle i made- but I really liked how he looked, so i just haven't stopped drawing him since. I don't really like drawing with colors or shading- (especially under a deadline) so I frequently sketch him out. This is actually one of the few times I drew him digitally.

This was the first time I drew him, (top right corner with the quitar) for some reason I couldn't quite draw him the same after that, I tried again with a different drawing but he looked really bad in it, in my opinion.

Look at how thin and stupid his hair looks in the top left corner. (This was my second time actually drawing him too.) Alot of the other doodles on this page was just me experimenting with this style lol.

Here is where i essentially went insane with Bishop, you can see rampant horniness all on this page, I started listening to MSI (mindless self indulgence) pretty heavily as I drew these things. I was just totally infatuated with Bishop and Bishop only, I was ok with not needing to worry about shading or coloring, or even diversifying what to draw. I just liked drawing this raggedy dude and it was fun.

AAAA, suicide! I struggled pretty intensely over this time with suicidal thoughts, and I still kind of do. I had a brief history of sh, and I never did it again, but for some reason- expressing it through Bishop made me feel cooler and better. I frequently liked hopping onto sketchy chatroom sights just to flash people with this drawing of him with a gun against head if they asked what I liked to draw. It was just fun and interesting to see how people reacted to it. To this weird reflection of me. (Btw, I drew this picture of Bishop shooting himself during a health class at school, funny huh?)

Anyway- woah! James/Finn is making a come back! You can actually see James in my first drawing of Bishop if you were to scroll back up. He actually took up alot of the "canvas" too. I will kind of flip between names with James because "James" is very similar to my ex's name- so I like to drive some distance between the two with James' other name "Finn." Now, this is diving more into the story I kind of have for Bishop. James and Bishop have a situationship and a one sided romance- Bishop just likes James alot and he wants him, James treats Bishop like a play things, but can't bare with abandoning/leaving him. Also, obligatory self cest because I thought it was funny and a creative idea rather than another forward facing ahegao shot of Bishop on the page. I also wanted to attempt storytelling on his rad scar, but i don't know if James or his parents did it or something, lol.

A more recent drawing i made after a Christmas party where i obtained this kick ass set of markers and pens, above is featuring a very manic looking Bishop, a very feminine James, and a cutesy old oc i used to draw last year! And the blatantly obvious nudity, more for as a reference for what I want their bodies to look like than for NSFW purposes. I don't really like it because it felt devoid of fluidity and personality, but I liked my RGB drawing on the right.

More experimentation, i drew the shocked face after listening to some pretty messed up songs that insighted a lot of shock in me. In these drawings, he looks more scared and nervous than anything. I kind of don't like the finality of pens over pencils, because lead can just be erased if you don't like it, ink can't. I really don't like the bottom right drawing, but I love the top right and the far left purple one.

I tried making an erotic story, illustrated too- but I got tired really fast and now I've been procrastinating on it. I literally went to bed after he got off of work and put on a nice sweater, and I got too indecisive in whether or not he wanted to call up a friend to be the designated driver or if he was explicitly looking for a one night stand to house him that night. (It would basically be a sex dungeon fic between him and James, but I just got too sleepy to continue lmfao) the very unfinished gore on the right was an expression of my terrible terrible intrusive thoughts. (They're not actually violent, they're more sexually taboo, but they make me hate myself and make me wish I could just rip myself up, but I got nauseous in the making of it so it never got more detailed than that.)

Obligatory Bishop doodle amongst Sprunki fanart

Hes so cute. :)

Ive been...trying to find a place to post about him freely for the longest time, it's weird to go onto discord servers, because people get weirded out by the sexual content, I can't go to reddit because my account is too new, I have no karma, people will most likely hate my baby boy, and people can go through your post history and I don't like that. I feel like Tumblr would appreciate my baby boy the most.

this is actually my most recent drawing of Bishop and Jake, and I basically died laughing when I realized how bad James looks when he's facing forward, it makes me want to rename him Jeremy or some shit.

My friend and I tried drawing eachother's ocs and she thought Bishop had side burns and I lpwkey fw it. (Shoutout to Bishop killing himself/being killed in the corner) sorry for the quality.

Also, shoutout to the guy on discord who I talked about Bishop with alot, and when I showed him this blue drawing, he asked me to redraw it in red and asked if he could use it for the cover of his new song, and then never spoke to me again after that. <3

Thank you so much for reading this stupid thing, feel free to ask anything about Bishop and James, and with that, comes the end of this post.

Feel free to ask whatever you want about my ocs, and don't be shy!

[zoeyfromtheinternet]

This was supposed to be a brief horny post inspired by me coping with sometimes having to put my wet but still usable diapers back on so I don't waste them.

That somehow expanded to lots of thoughts of rotten women doing dreadful, dreadful things..

CW for: cnc, kidnapping, mindbreak and some sis stuff. And also maybe for shonk writing 'cause it's been a very long years since I've made anything.

Gagged and bound to the bed frame, the woman strips me down and places one of her soiled diapers under my hips.

It reaks of rancid piss and stale cum.. the smell makes my eyes water.

"We wouldn't need all this if you stopped being so fussy in the middle of changes, hon. It's for your own good~" she says gesticulating towards the chains, as she folds the diaper up between my legs.

The feeling of the cold and clamy plastic brushing against my thighs makes my skin crawl.

I try to resist but it's hopeless with all the restraints. Not that I was ever strong enough to stop her anyway.. "See, this is what I was talking about. You wiggle too much, little girl!"

"There we go, all taped up tight in a fresh lil' diaper! Doesn't it just feel so much better to be nice and clean?" She says with a crooked smile. From the look in her eye, I can't really tell if she truly believes what she's saying, or is just mocking me.

"Well, now that you're changed, I've got to go do some boring grown up things. But don't worry, I won't be gone for too long!"

"Oh, and if you're well behaved, maybe we could even have abit of buzzy time later. Huh, baby? How's that sound?" She whispers into my ear, pressing her hand onto my padded crotch. I wince as I feel it squishing into me.

Try as I might to hold it in, I can't help but moan a little from under the gag. Hearing my wimper the woman's eyes light up like that of a starving dog seeing a roast dinner laid at it's feet.

She starts stroking more intently and kissing me all over. First along my arm. Moving her way down to my neck. Then to the chest and further to my belly and all the way back again.

I shudder with each and every touch she places on my body.

She moves up to my face grabbing me by the chin and forcing me to look into her eyes, as she kneads me closer and closer to the edge. "The desperate sounds you make are just so delicious, little one. But you are very naughty for trying to distract me with them."

At that she stops just before I go over and reaches for a pair of headphones on the nightstand. "Maybe we can make stickies together, if you're good enough tonight."

I can feel myself twitching as my hips jitter involentarily.

I desperately want to run away..

Or beat her bloody..

She fastens the headset to my ears and gets up, shuffling towards the stairs. "Enjoy your nap, Sis. I'll be back for you later~"

Strange music begins to play as she switches off the lights and locks the door behind her. Leaving me alone, in the pitch black.

I lie there for a moment to calm myself down and focus..

I refuse to be stuck here, forced to sit in that woman's filth untill she decides to let me out..

I have got to get out of this place..

I struggle against the bondage chaining me to the bed..

This music sounds really weird.. it's making my head feel numb.

I feel my stomach growl, my waist sinking in deeper past my ribs. It hurts..

God, I'm so hungry.. How long have I been down here?

More and more minutes pass as I try for to yank my wrists out of the cuffs, without care for injuring my hands.

I kick and wiggle my legs, trying to slip my feet through..

I don't want to listen to this stupid song anymore!

Time stretchs on with my attempts and I start thinking about seeing my friends again..

Does anyone even know I'm missing?

I gather my strength to pull all my limbs in, trying to break the wooden bed frame..

Someone's gotta be coming to save me.. right?

I start thrashing wildly, desperately..

Somebody, please! Help me!

I try to scream at the top of my lungs, incase someone might notice. The sounds are nothing but garbled moans..

I'm here!! I'm down here, please!!

Can anyone hear me!!

Hello! I need you!

Help me.

Anyone..

I can barely move anymore, my whole body is overcome with aches..

I just want to go home..

The music makes my head throb so hard I start crying..

I'll do anything..

Please..

I wanna go home..

The rotten smell hits me again as tears roll down my face. I feel like I'm going to be sick..

Maybe, if I play along when she gets back. She'll let me out..

I'm so tired..

Maybe if I'm good enough she'll let me eat..

It's so hard to think..

..if I'm good enough for Sis..

It hurts..

..Sis' gonna let me out..

It hurts..

..If I'm good..

It hurts..

..Sis will save me..

It hurts..

...Sis will make the hurting stop..

It hurts..

..If I'm good..

It hurts..

...I'll be home.. with Sis..

It hurts..

..If I'm good..

...

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

Guess I'll also rank all the Glee Christmas songs

I blame you, @thnxforknowingme. Although, I will switch it up a bit. First off, I am sober, second off, I am completely fucking ignoring Previously Unaired Christmas' songs (except for one) cause that entire episode is dead to me, and third off, I do want to rank the album ones as well cause I always listen to the albums.

I am also vaguely ranking them on song choice, quality of the performance, and simply whether I like it. This is very unprofessional and biased. It might not make sense.

Let's start with the two separate songs, that fall outside of the ranking.

Hounourable mention: Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah - Glee, Actually

I also think it should kind of be its own thing, since it's not a Christmas song. It is catchy, though, and Puck and Jake sound great together. And it's nice of the show to acknowledge that there are characters who do not celebrate Christmas (looking at you, Rachel!) (I mean, Tina is also canonically Jewish, but she was never positioned as the big Christmas lover, like Rachel).

(Dis?)Honourable mention: Rocking Around the Christmas Tree - Previously Unaired Crisis

Aka, the only PUC song that I willingly listen. It's not the best song, but it is fun enough.

And now, the ranking:

35. River - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

Boring. The only song that is basically an instant skip for me. It isn't even on my Glee Christmas Spotify playlist. I don't know why. It just doesn't do it for me. Even when I first heard it at the episode's FLF, it just felt like a big pot of meh. Add this to a storyline of Rachel just... showing off... and it's not my thing. Like, I know I shouldn't care about the storylines for these episodes, since it's all about album sales at the end of the day, but it doesn't make it any better.

34. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen - A Very Glee Christmas (album)

This song is just kind of weird? But it's also just fine. I do like hearing everyone sing on this one. And is this the only time Dianna appears on the album?

33. Merry Christmas, Darling - AVGC

Huh. It almost seems like I have a vendetta against Rachel Christmas ballads. It's just also a bit meh to me and to be honest, I can't take it seriously cause I keep playing the SIMGM Finchel break-up scene in my head while listening to me. ("You said you'd never stop being friends with me!!!!" "I never thought you could make me feel like this." "NOOOOOO-" "Hey, town down the autotune." "Oh. Sorry. Nooooo.")

32. I'll Be Home For Christmas - Glee, Actually (album)

Yeah. My vendetta continues. I actually didn't realise it until this moment. I like it. It's just fine. But that's it. It's just fine.

31. O Christmas Tree - AVGC (album)

Same here. It's just fine. Matt sounds great, but there isn't much to say.

30. Do You Hear What I Hear - EMC (album)

And same here. Look, we've reached the section of "fine, just fine" songs. I am ranking them mostly on how much I like the voices at this point, cause at the end of the day, all are just fine.

29. Blue Christmas - EMC

Also just fine. This does that the benefit of having a touchy storyline attached to it.

28. The First Noel - Glee, Actually

Same here. Fine. Melissa sounds fine.

27. Do They Know It's Christmas - EMC

I am a sucker of group numbers and it sounds great, but yeah, the song itself is kind of questionable. I agree with Jenna that it's very white saviourism. As if people in Africa don't know the concept of Christmas exists.

26. You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch - AVGC

k.d. lang sings this as a special guest and it's never acknowledged it the episode. I don't have much to say, but I just find it genuinely funny and it fits the whole Sue the Grinch vibe.

25. Last Christmas - AVGC

This song fits the storyline but for inside-joke reasons, I cannot take any version of this song seriously. But it sounds nice and Lea and Cory sound great.

24. Joy To The World - Glee, Actually (album)

Another song that's just nice to listen to. It's better than the "just fine" category, but this one (and the next two) are also just in the same category of "I like listening to it, it's good, that's all I gotta say".

23. Little Drummer Boy - AVGC (album)

I just like Kevin's voice.

22. Angels Have We Heard On High - AVGC (album)

And I like Amber's voice the most!

21. The Most Wonderful Day of the Year - AVGC

It's a nice opener. I think from all the openers, it's my least favourite, but it's just fun. I do prefer to listen to the episode version, mainly because I think Dianna sounds great in it. Like, I obviously also love Chris's voice, but Dianna's little additions are adorable.

20. My Favourite Things - EMC

Look, Glee made it a Christmas song, now. It's just very cute.

19. White Christmas - Glee, Actually

Yeah. Here is my big unpopular opinion. White Christmas just feels fine. The main reason it's not lower is because I am a Klainer 12. I think this duet just feels a bit unbalanced, as in, it's mostly Darren, so it's not really a duet. I do like the jazzy sound, but it's just nice.

18. Christmas Eve With You - EMC (album)

Yes, they wrote another original song that year. Honestly, this one is surprisingly good. Can't believe it made me care about Wemma for once, but Matt and Jayma sound really good together.

17. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Glee, Actually

It does work in the story! That's the main reason I like it. It wraps up everything nicely. But apart from that, it's also just nice to listen to. It's really soothing.

16. Welcome Christmas - AVGC

Same for this one. It sounds nice. The chorus is great. That's it. Also, this song isn't on the album!

15. We Need A Little Christmas - AVGC

This one just makes me very happy. I also just dance along like they did in the episode. It is funny to me.

14. O Holy Night - AVGC (album), Swan Song

The triumphant return of the Rachel solo. Questionable storyline aside, I actually think Lea sounds really good here. It feels like this was the emotion she was aiming for with the other ballads. (But also... Rachel, you're Jewish.)

13. Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - Glee, Actually (album)

Ah. Cory's solo. After he died, this passed around with people freaking out about a "hidden Cory solo!", but no, it was just always on the album. He sounds really lovely here, together with the chorus in the back.

12. Santa Baby - EMC (album, cut from episode)

Naya sounds great and God, I wish they had kept it in, cause the performance is really well done as well.

11. Jingle Bells - AVGC (album)

Look, this is just a lot of fucking fun. I am a bitch for upbeat songs and this is just a bop. Like, the glee ladies had that dreadful ballad on this album, but the guys got to party.

10. Jingle Bell Rock - Glee, Actually

I just like this song in general and Chord sounds fun. The accompanying storyline was... weird, though, but it's season 4, everything was weird here.

9. Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - EMC

Sure. Why not. I like how Cory and Mark sound together and I really like the instrumentals of this song as well.

8. Let It Snow - EMC

This is just a lot of fun. Darren and Chris sound great on it and there's the nice instrumental and it's just jolly! And of course, I am a Klainer 12.

7. Christmas Wrapping - EMC

I unironically adore this song. Like, it objectively isn't the best song, which is partially because Hemo was never the strongest singer in the cast, but for some reason this one is really doing it for me.

6. Feliz Navidad - Glee, Actually

I am a sucker for Kevin's voice. It's weird. I know. But I think you need to see it as an intentional goofy thing. I always want to dance along to this one.

5. Extraordinary Merry Christmas - EMC

I vaguely recall Darren saying he dislikes this song, but I disagree. It's fun, it's upbeat, but it also doesn't sound like some trashy pop Christmas song (in my opinion) and Lea and Darren sound great together.

Now it's getting difficult. These four are just amazing.

4. Silent Night - Glee, Actually (album)

This is my favourite song of this album. I just remember being moved when I first heard it and that feeling has always sticked. I am usually not the person who likes ballads. I like the upbeat stuff more, which might've become apparent in this list, but this one just got me in the feels for some reason.

3. Deck the Rooftop - AVGC (album)

A mash-up! It's just a really good mash-up and it sounds like everyone is having fun while singing it. I think this is my underappreciated gem.

2. All I Want For Christmas - EMC

This song was made for Amber. She sounds so fucking good in it. It's also a great opener (even though we know it was supposed to be the closing number).

Baby, It's Cold Outside - AVGC

Come on. I am a Klainer 12, after all. But I think even without the Klainer aspect, this is just a really good cover, which is probably why stores still play it. And honestly, it's ballsy to have two men sing this universally known love song in 2010. They sound so good together, too.

[foxfacedd]

impressed

—send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

"Is that yours?" Jeremy asks, pointing at a guitar Mike's left in the corner.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Mike says, propping himself up on an elbow briefly to see it. They're in bed together, Mike halfway through a bowl. Jeremy's not as familiar with the drug, but didn't decline trying it out himself. They've been like this for a while now, letting the time slip away from them, talking about everything and nothing all at once together.

"I didn't know you knew you– knew how to..." Jeremy trails off. It's a bit of a repetitive sentence, and Mike's well aware of Jeremy's struggle with words. His head's probably all foggy too at this point, so he doesn't blame him for slightly giving up.

"I mean, barely," Mike says. "I know some stuff." He stands from the bed and picks it up. It's a glossy black electric guitar, with silver frets that stand out against the dark fingerboard.

"I wasn't really allowed to be loud at home," he tells Jeremy. "Didn't stop me from putting my music on as loud as I could whenever my dad wasn't home." He chuckles, looking down at the guitar. "I always wanted to learn, and be in a band like the ones I listened to. Soon as I moved out, I got this. Never got that good at it, though."

"I'm sure you're good," Jeremy says. He pats the space on the bed next to him. "Play something."

Mike isn't sure anything he plays will be any good, but he's definitely going to try. He plugs the guitar into its amp and drags both closer to the bed, sitting next to Jeremy. "Any requests?"

Jeremy ponders the question, longer than anyone else might, but Mike is used to this now, too. He knows all Jeremy really needs is a little patience– ever since his "accident," he's never quite been as quick on the draw as he used to be. Not that Mike knew him before it, but... Because of that, he still feels a bit like an asshole for thinking Jeremy was weird when they'd first met. Who cares if he talks slow, or takes extra time to process stuff? When he does get around to speaking, it's always insightful. He knows how not to waste words, much better than Mike does, at least.

"...What's that one song," Jeremy says finally. "The, ah... the one by AC/DC."

Mike scoffs. "Thunderstruck?"

"Yeah."

"I c–" He's about to protest that it's too difficult, but realizes if he pulls this off, he would look so fucking cool in front of him. "Okay. Watch this."

Mike starts to play the song, those famous arpeggios, and he honestly starts better than he expected to. Maybe it's just muscle memory, he figures. No matter if he's rusty, as long as he doesn't think about it too hard he'll– aw fuck he's thought about it too hard and now he messed up.

Jeremy laughs. Another quirk of his– he never quite figured out how to emote right again after his injury. Most of the time, his face looks somewhere between bored and sleepy, but Mike has come to learn the subtle things Jeremy does to express his emotions in other ways. When he laughs, it's the easiest. It's the only time Mike sees the corners of his mouth curl up, even if just slightly. A happiness so strong it moves even Jeremy's face... and it's caused by Mike. What a thought.

"Listen, man, I'm high," Mike excuses, feeling his face flush a little. "Totally not my fault."

"Play something else," Jeremy suggests.

"Yeah, watch," Mike says, and starts playing a different riff. "Heartbreaker. Led Zeppelin."

"Play the solo," Jeremy says.

"No," Mike responds plainly. They both know well enough how difficult that solo is.

Jeremy laughs again, and Mike can't hide his stupid smile this time. Jeremy's happiness, all because of him– his stupid shitty guitar playing? Maybe his mere presence is enough to make Jeremy happy. Jeremy's presence is enough for Mike, he knows.

Moments like this make Mike question why he's so hesitant to just... kiss the guy already. Call him his. But the idea of making whatever it is they have any more real than this... he doesn't know why, but it scares him. He just isn't ready.

But here, being with Jeremy, laughing with him... does it matter what they call their relationship? They make each other happy. Maybe that's all that matters.

[that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick]

Getting nostalgic thinking about my babystay days 🥲 I literally remember where I was sitting and how my computer was positioned when I first sat down and listened to Back Door for the first time (I think that was my first skz song). And fool that I was, my reaction was "meh" 😭

(For context, I've always been a lyrics person with music and Back Door is admittedly not that deep, but I've since come to appreciate that not all songs have to be deep and sometimes what we need is a song that's just there for the vibes and that is perfectly acceptable and serves its purpose and there are some GREAT songs in that category!)

I've obviously since changed my mind about Back Door, but I started liking skz for them (which is every marketer's dream) because I somehow stumbled across them amidst BTS Pinterest and thought they were funny crackheads (one of the things I also loved BTS for).

But I'm also remembering how later that summer (2021) I heard TOP in an anime openings compilation that my brother begged me to put on and—not knowing it was skz—I just stopped and went "wait wait hold up this is GOOD" and then "by Stray Kids" came onscreen and I was like "huh that's funny, but surely it's some jpop band with the same name" and then "3racha" came on in the credits with their respective names and I flipped my freaking gourd as my Southern dad would say

So suffice to say, I can prove decidedly that I would also like their music if I didn't give a flying flip about the boys lol. But I do and it's lowkey a problem but I also lowkey don't care and my fandom Pied Piper-ness has been successful in the past, so it will in fact not be stopping cuz we still constructing keep it coming HAH WHY U MAD BRAH

actually please stop me sometimes

It doesn't feel like that long ago and it feels weird that I'm more "veteran" than like half the Stays in existence now aghhhh but their growth never really hit me because to me, each win just felt like a natural course of events. Like, "yeah, of course this should blow up, it's awesome and we know it's awesome!" And it's not like them getting bigger has changed them either. All that's changed is a growing obsession with grabbing each other's butts imo 🤣 That, and the natural course of maturing a little around the edges as you get older.

Which, in the end, is what makes me STAY and always will. The heart and mind of each Stray Kid is fascinating to me and I can't properly describe how much I love how they process the world around them. If you need any further proof, watch the Maxident album intro segment about what love means to them, because if you see what I saw, you'll see eight men with a better understanding of the concept than many people far older than them, each with their own slant on it.

Where did this essay come from, I was only posting about those first two babystay moments— Rather than rambling further, because I want to do other things with my life today, I'm just gonna say, if you're reading this, Chris, I'm glad. I hope this little segment of my "Stay Story" makes your day a little brighter! You guys inspire me more than you know in more ways than you know, but rather than letting that pressure you, I hope it lets you know that you're doing well.

And if any newer/almost Stays are reading this, I hope this was a fun story and makes you want to get to know them even better!

Because I don't have any better ideas on when to shut up, I'm gonna put on my Chan hat beanie for a second and end this with a biiiiig hug 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Thank you Stays~

Thank you Babystays~

And I'll see youuuu next time!

[road-breakin-slasher]

~Chapter 13 - A Lot Of Time Has Passed...~

"For several months, and I feel... Alone.

After Sasha left three weeks ago, I felt destroyed. It's my fault I made that stupid decision. Besides, she did call me 'stupid.' I'm stupid. And now I'm all alone. Even if I still have friends here in Wonderville.

I dunno. I'm lovesick.

'Billi? Are you inside? A lot of us have been worried. We haven't seen you around since Sasha left,' said outside with a worry tone, that voice is Pinkfong.

I haven't wrote any letters to my aunt Sheri. Even if she sent letters to me, I just didn't reply back.

'Billi? Billi,' still called Pinkfong.

Then Pinkfong just left. I couldn't answer.

My house has become lonely, and lonely... I barely went outside just to pick fruits. They're enough to keep me around.

I still wish for Sasha.

Nearly three months since Sasha left. Man, time has passed. A lot of time has passed. I barely hung out with anyone, at least to comfort me for my loss.

I dunno, either. I can't move on.

I was just sitting on a rock, that same rock me and Sasha sat on after that hide-n-seek cheating moment, under the orange sky as the sun is close to winding down. And I'm listening to the song Hogi found it for me a week ago.

Hogi suddenly came to me... 'Hey, Billi?' Hogi said.

'Huh? Oh. Hi, Hogi...' I replied.

'I see you've been listening to that song I shared to you over and over again. You must have missed Sasha,' he added.

'Yeah...' I answered, with such sadness.

'I'm sorry, Billi, after what happened between you two months ago,' Hogi replied. 'Is there anything I could help?' He asked.

'I don't think so, Hogi,' I answered. 'But, thanks for stopping by,' I added.

'Okay... See you around, Billi,' Hogi said, and he just left.

I heard Pinkfong's WonderCar stopped by, and I thought initially that Hogi jumped in and they left, which they did...

...But what I didn't know is someone actually came by to me... And said with a familiar voice...

'Billi?'

That voice... It sounds familiar. And I turned around and...

...Sasha! In worry face.

Sasha returned to Wonderville! It was a surprise I never expected. I thought she'll never see me again.

'Sasha?' I said. 'But, I thought...'

'Billi, there are so many things that I should tell you when I was away...' Sasha replied.

'I left because of that feeling I was having. I just didn't understand what that meant. It couldn't go,' she added. 'Three weeks ago, I actually went to Silly Wilds Forest, to see your aunt and talked about you and your recent action...'

Three weeks ago... Sasha went to my aunt's home and meet her there... to talk in private.

Sasha knocked. 'Miss Sheri? Are you home? It's me, Sasha.'

Tiya Sheri then opened the door. 'Oh, Sasha. You came. And alone. What's bringing you here?' Tiya asked.

'Can I talk to you in private?' Asked Sasha.

'Hmm. This must be serious. Okay, sure. Come in,' Tiya Sheri said and let Sasha entered.

While she was sitting with tea on table, tiya was bringing her favorite treat she gave her back when she first visits there.

'Sasha. Is there something you want to say?' Asked Aunt Sheri.

'Yeah. It's about your nephew,' she replied.

'Billi? Oh, is something wrong with him? Is he sick? I'm worried about him,' she added.

'No! No. He's fine. He wasn't sick,' Sasha said.

'Oh, thank goodness. My favorite nephew is alright. How lovely,' Aunt Sheri said.

'It's just... He showed me his weird side of him in front of me. When I arrived back at my house at Wonderville, I caught him kissed at my picture,' Sasha said.

Tiya Sheri, shocked in dull surprise.

'I was starting to think, 'what has Billi doing? Is he trying to get close to me? To touch me? To the point that I feel uncomfortable?' I don't know. I'm having a weird feeling, too, after he cared so much about me. It's too much. I don't know if I could handle it. He's just...rude. I couldn't stop thinking him of bad things,' Sasha explained.

Aunt Sheri, sighed in disbelief, suddenly smiles.

'You know, he talked to me so much about you when you were all here, Sasha. He really did. He told me he's secretly in love with you. It's true. He wants to share you his true feelings just as much as you share your feelings as a friend. He's simply scared at trying. He was hoping he would tell you at the right time... To say how much he loves you,' explained Aunt Sheri.

Sasha, by her surprise, couldn't believe about what tiya said.

'Yes. He's in love with you, Sasha. He's been wanting to be with you, somewhere only you two know, and said to you: 'Sasha, I love you'.' Tiya added.

Sasha, feeling disappointed, never believed that I've been wanting to say 'I love you' in front of her.

'I... Didn't know. I'm really sorry for him... I didn't see him through it. Why he didn't tell me that?' Sasha wondered.

'He's simply scared you might reject him. You must've rejected him, must you not?' Aunt Sheri said.

'I did... From being friends. So I left. But the feeling I am having wouldn't go since I boarded the bus. So I must finally find an answer by visiting you, tiya,' said Sasha. 'Perhaps... I regret what I did and said to him when I left him. After everything he's been through for me. I should've asked him when he was hiding his feelings when he looked at me,' said Sasha. She's suddenly in tears.

'You know, you should go back and talk to him. Let him finally express his feelings for you. You might feel him the same way as he did after you two been through. After all, we could have a daughter-in-law like you welcomed in our family,' Aunt Sheri said, and Sasha giggled about it.

'Okay... Mama Sheri. I'll go back and talk to him later,' Sasha said, finally considered her as her mother.

After everything she explained to me, I just couldn't believe...

'After all the discussions I did with your aunt, I asked if she could showed me all of your letters mentioning me. She willingly showed them to me. When I read them, I was... Shocked and heart-felted. And one of your letter reads: 'Tiya, when I'm brave enough, I will tell Sasha 'I love you' in front of her at the right place and at the right time.' Billi... You're really serious when it's about me,' she said.

'Wow, Sasha... I don't know... I don't know what to say,' I added.

'Billi, before I left, I actually talked to Coco about this weird feeling I've been having after you kissed my photo, Coco recommended me to try take my time to understand this feeling... Maybe talk to you why you did that, which is what your aunt also said. I don't know, though. Though I was the one decided to leave you... Because of that... Hoped to find myself some comfort to cool off this feeling, but... It wouldn't go. That's why I went to your aunt. So if Patt told you he didn't know where I went or if did Coco walked with me, that means it was our private, girls-only talk. Patt didn't know of this,' Sasha added.

'Sasha...' I said.

'I'm sorry, Billi,' she said, 'for what I said and for leaving you. I can see why you were scared about telling me and I rejected you.'

'Sasha...' I said. 'I think it's time I wanna say-'

'No,' Sasha quickly said. I thought she finally rejected me. 'Let ME answer it to you.'

She approached to me, grabbed me, and...

...Finally. She kissed me. On the lips.

Finally expressed our feelings, I grabbed her, too. Enjoying our kissing.

We ended our long kiss. And she said, 'I love you, too.'

I'm finally having tears of joy. She accepted me. To be the love of her life. Just as much I want her to be my love in my life. We kissed again and we hugged under the setting sun.

'Heeeheeeheeh... Aww, you two look so cute that way!' Said Pinkfong.

We're surprised! 'Pinkfong! Hogi! How long have you two been here?' I asked.

'Hahahahah. We've been invisible behind the background the whole time! Heeheeheeh. Actually, Sasha came back to us first just before we started looking for you. She seemed sorry about you for the last time,' said Pinkfong.

'Wow,' I said.

'I wish I could do the similar thing you two did... With Hogi...' Said Pinkfong with a grin.

'Pinkfong!' Said nervous Hogi.

'Hahahahah! Just kidding, Hogi! I'm just glad to have you as my best friend!' Said Pinkfong.

We then simply enjoy the sunset. It was beautiful. Especially seeing Sasha again, smiling under the orange sun.

Gosh, I'm finally happy. Seeing Sasha came back, we're together again. Now, more than ever."

[avysck]

“Shall we dance? Shall we? Let me see your moves.”

[hotch-stufff]

Kiss The Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 3.7k words

Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?

A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)

*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*

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He loved you. It was no secret.

Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.

Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.

There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.

Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.

He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.

You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious. 

"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.

"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.

"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.

"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.

"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.

Aaron stood there, shocked. 

Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?

The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough. 

He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.

And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you. 

You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.

Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.

"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.

"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.

"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.

"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.

"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.

Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.

As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. 

And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.

And then that song began playing softly in the background

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid. 

But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising. 

But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.

You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl

The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face. 

"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.

But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

He was going to kiss you.

Did he feel the same way that you did?

All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.

"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.

"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.

"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.

"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much. 

You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.

He was screwed.

A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.

It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.

But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.

But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.

"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.

"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.

"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.

He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.

"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.

"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.

"Do you want the first shower?" He asked. 

"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.

Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird. 

You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.

Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.

Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.

"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.

"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.

After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.

"Hotch?" 

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.

"Neither can I." You sighed.

"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.

"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.

"That's great! He was so nervous for that test." 

"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.

But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen. 

Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.

Look like the boy too shy

He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.

"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?

You could almost physically see his walls being built up.

Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.

"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back  quickly.

"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did. 

You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired. 

He was gone when you woke up.

You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.

But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.

No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him

You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.

You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.

It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you. 

The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.

You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.

"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.

"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.

"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.

"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.

"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.

"Excuse me?" 

"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."

"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.

"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.

"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.

"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.

"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.

"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl

"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."

"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising. 

He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.

"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.

"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards. 

"What?" Your voice was small.

"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?

Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.

"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.

"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.

But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.

It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.

"Rossi?" 

"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch. 

"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.

"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.

"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.

"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag. 

You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.

Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.

They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.

You wanna kiss the girl

A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.

The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.

And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.

"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.

He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.

"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad. 

"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?

"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.

"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence. 

"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?

"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.

"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.

"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no. 

It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you.  Why hadn't he?

He should have kissed you.

The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late? 

"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.

He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.

"Hotch-" but he knew.

"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.

"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.

He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.

His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.

You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face.  He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.

"Leave Hotch." 

"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.

Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.

"Aaron." He spoke quietly.

"What?" 

"Please, it's Aaron." 

"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n." 

"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.

Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words. 

The song.

Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl

He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his. 

Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.

"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.

"I know" his voice was beautiful.

You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl

He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.

"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.

"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.

You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.

"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.

"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling. 

"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.

"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.

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"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe. 

"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you. 

"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband. 

"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.

"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.

You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.

"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.

"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.

"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it. 

You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it. 

But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love. 

And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling. 

As Kiss The Girl started playing.

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TASM!Peter Parker x Reader: I Made a Playlist

NO SPOILERS FOR NWH! I gottchu fam that hasn't seen it yet.

Hello! I have kinda disappeared off the face of the planet for a while. Um, so yeah. Not cool, I know. I think I'm Viking more with the little one shots instead of the consecutive story fanfics just cause they take less time. I'm trying to use some of my writing as a stress-relieving activity and series are not very stress-relieving. SO I'm just gonna write one shots or imagines or whatever you guys want. Give me requests! The less I have to be creative, the better lol

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

Description: Peter and you share a bus ride on the way to work every day and listen to music. Peter makes a special playlist for you to help him confess his feelings.

"I stayed up all night making a playlist for you!" Peter says as he sits down next to you on the bus.

"Why?" You give him a look. You're used to his "staying up all night" stories, but "to make a playlist" is a new one. "You should be sleeping-"

"Yeah I know but you mentioned that you were tired of listening to the same songs over and over."

You think to yourself. You remember when you told him that. Last week at some point. You didn't think he'd even heard you. "Alright, let's hear it."

He gives you one of his dorky smiles. When you first met him, you weren't sure what to make of him. He wasn't anti-social, but he was picked on. You would always see Peter on your way to lunch, his skateboard under his arm and a camera in his hand.

Peter hands you one of the earbuds and you put it in, careful not to let it go too far. You always feel bad using his earbuds, worried that you'll somehow break them.

The first song that starts playing is "Paper Rings" by Taylor Swift.

"I thought you hated Taylor Swift?" You say.

He shrugs. "Eh, she's not so bad I guess."

~Peter's POV~

He knows you like Taylor Swift, so he put about ten of her songs on the playlist.

His heart pounded so loudly it sent his spidey-senses in a whirl. Every little movement from the passengers around him made him jump.

Peter tried to focus on you. That's why he stayed up all night making a playlist. To tell you that he likes you without . . . telling you? At least he thought it was a good plan at one in the morning. Now, however, he thinks it was a stupid idea. How would you even get the hint?

Peter jumps at the feeling of something touching his arm.

"You okay?" You ask.

"Yeah yeah," Peter stares at you. Did you say something and he completely missed it?

"Okay . . . can I see your phone?" You say slowly.

"Oh sure," Peter shoves the device into your hand, nearly sending it flying.

"Uh-huh," you give him a questioning look. He focuses intently on the OSCORP badge on your collar to avoid your eyes.

A passenger drops a bag. Peter's arm lurches out toward you to protect you. You widen your eyes at him.

"Sorry," he mutters. He wrings his hands tightly together and closes his eyes to hopefully relax.

"I thought you hated most of these artists." You break his concentration.

"Oh, um . . . yeah, well, no, um, I mean, I'm not . . . answering that?"

"Okay, why are you so stressed? You're acting . . . weird. What aren't you telling me?"

"I can't just . . . say it!" Peter's words protest against his tongue. He actually could just say it, probably, if he wasn't . . . him and you weren't . . . you.

You sigh and your face shifts as you lose yourself in your thoughts. Your eyes are on the ground, giving Peter a chance to take in your face. He has so few chances as most of the time is spent avoiding your gaze at all costs.

"Do you wanna-" c'mon Peter, just do it. "Do you want to . . . I don't know. Wanna . . . sometime, I don't - or we could do something . . . else?"

"Yeah, okay." You give him a smile.

"Really?" He yells. You shush him as people start looking over.

"Send me a link to that playlist, I like it."

Peter watches as you stand to leave. You give him one last smile and exit at the OSCORP stop.

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[treasure-hwa]

as stubborn as you

pairing: seonghwa x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy, a tentative of enemies to lovers

synopsis: it's been a long way since they were kids and best friends. They consider themselves arch-enemies, but are they really?

word count: 4528

author's note: I took TOO LONG to write this one, I know! But it’s here and it’s here on this precious star’s birthday!!! I hope you all enjoy reading this. By the way, yes, I changed the story from “pocky challenge” to “pepero challenge”.

taglist: @winterviolet1 @multidreams-and-desires @ateezinmymind @devil-mp3 @little-precious-baby @hwaddict @trinityhasjams @hwa-luvs because when I did my little survey on what should I write, you voted for Hwa <3 @suni-ho

The doorbell rang and, from the bathroom, you heard your brother yelling for you to get the door. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, preparing yourself to see that boy's face and try not to punch it. As you opened the door, a body crashed on yours and you didn't even need to see the face to see who it was.

— Wooyoung!

— Babe!

He kissed your cheek and moved away so the other boys could greet you too, but the last one barely looked at you, he seemed displeased to see you there, as if you didn't have the right to be at your own house. It was enough to see him at school, but in your house too?

Who is he, the reader must be asking. He was Park Seonghwa, your arch-enemy. How does one become an arch-enemy? Easy. Park Seonghwa was incredibly annoying and too perfect at everything he did, which was a lot. Class president, student council, volleyball and soccer player and dancer. To top it all, unfortunately, he was your younger brother's best friend and a member of your friend group, so you saw each other too often.

Didn't Yeosang, your brother, know how much you disliked his friend? You both were constantly picking on each other, everything the other said was a reason to eye rolls and scoffs. Quite annoying and immature of you two, the group friend thought, even if they were used by that now.

— Hi, guys, — Yeosang came out of the bathroom, sat on the couch beside Hongjoong and looked at you and his older friend on the door. — Are you two gonna spend the whole afternoon there?

Seonghwa smirked and let out the first teasing of the day:

— I know I’m a very important person, but you don’t need to wait for me to get in and sit to do the same.

You breathed deeply and pushed the door close, almost slamming it.

— Anyways… what are we doing today?

— I brought my new dancing game! — Yunho exclaimed and took the game out of his backpack. — Who wants to play it?

Everybody raised their hands and started asking if they could dance to certain songs, and to your surprise, Seonghwa said the same song you did, and it only fueled him to win over you, because that was one of his favorite songs, he had to be better. Everybody was shocked that you two had at least one thing in common.

— You dance? Since when? I thought your motor coordination was super bad — Seonghwa teased, raising an eyebrow.

— For your information, yes, I do dance and I am very good at it, thank you.

— Up for a challenge?

You two glared at each other, if you were a cartoon, there would be fire on your eyes. Most of the time, your group friend would hate your competitiveness, but it could be fun right now, so they rushed you to get up and Yunho put on the dance game.

It was a girl group song, in which you knew he was amazing at dancing, just as perfect as he was on all the other things he did, but even knowing that, you had to do better, so both put heart and soul on the performance, moving bodies exactly like the figure on the TV was doing.

By the end of the dance, you were panting, sweating and collapsed on the floor. Wooyoung quickly jumped over Seonghwa's body to sit behind you and put your head on his lap, complimenting your dance skills.

— Was it worth it? Did you have fun? — Jongho asked, looking at you, not amused at all.

— Of course… it was. I was… better — Seonghwa spoke between inhaling and exhaling air.

— You weren’t! I was!

— Ha! As if! I am the best.

— Listen here, Park...

— Here we go again. 

— Mom, mom!

— In the backyard!

Seven-year-old you had just arrived from school, your dad went to pick you up, while your mother went to pick your younger brother from his school. You ran to the backyard just to be greeted with a tight hug from a slightly smaller boy, that was not Yeosang, still in his school uniform.

— Noona!

— Wooyoung! — You laughed and hugged your brother’s best friend back. — I’ll play with you and Yeosang in a second, okay?

He nodded and went back to the other boy playing ball. You went to your mother and told her:

— Mom, I need to do a project in a group with two boys.

— Really? And are they your friends?

— No. — You pouted. — I don’t know them well.

— There is no problem, sweetheart, ask them for their phone numbers and I’ll call their parents to invite them over so you can work on the project. Does that sound good?

— Yes, mom, thanks!

Then, you ran towards the two six-year-old boys running, playing a weird kind of two-people tag.

In the same week, your mother called the boys' parents and scheduled a day for them to come to your house. When they arrived, you smiled big and welcomed them, they were Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

After some minutes of talking, you noticed Hongjoong talked more and had a nice colorful backpack, which he proudly showed saying his mom had painted it for him. Excited, you told him he should be the group leader since he looked confident in everything. Seonghwa was quieter, but heard and looked at everything attentively, so he agreed with you. Even if he was older, Hongjoong sounded more suited for the position.

When you were doing the project, colouring and writing, a loud voice and quick footsteps were heard, coming closer to the living room, where the three of you were. The voice owner was Wooyoung, who came to play with Yeosang again, however he changed his path to see you first and didn't like seeing another guy so close to you, looking at what you were writing and speaking quietly to not disturb anyone.

— Noona! Who is he?

— Oh, hi, Woo! They are my friends, Hongjoong — you pointed to the boy across you with the mullet, — and Seonghwa — you pointed to the boy beside you, wearing a red hoodie. — We are doing school stuff.

The boys waved to the younger one.

— I didn't know you had a brother — Seonghwa said.

— I do, but it isn't him, Woo is my brother's best friend. I can introduce you to Yeosang later.

And you did when it was break time. Your mother prepared snacks for the five kids and called all of you to sit at the dinner table, where your friends met your brother and they instantly clicked, though Yeosang was a little shy around strangers.

— Wooyoung! Don’t make a mess — you warned him and cleaned his cheek.

— Sorry~

Seonghwa and Wooyoung weren't the best of the friends right from the start and they still had little fights over the years, but you never understood them. Their friendship definitely grew though.

That was the beginning of the group, when you and Seonghwa were super friends. The others just came along the way.

The restaurant table was large enough for the nine of you, having a booth around its three sides, however Wooyoung insisted on coming closer to you, which didn’t make you uncomfortable at all. You had discussed it before, your feelings hadn't changed since you were little kids, you would always be best friends, you would be his noona and he would be your dongsaeng. The flirt and teasing was just for comedy. He was just a super sweet person who had to give love to who he loved the most, and you accepted his love because it was him.

— Wooyoung, we can't just drown ourselves in this gigantic glass of soda! You are crazy if you think I'm swallowing all this in seconds.

— You are just a coward.

— Hey, that's no way to talk to your noona! — You took the glass out of his hand, then held his face.

— Oh, shut up — he rolled his eyes fondly.

— Make me.

The moment was broken by an annoyed voice:

— Why don’t you two just get a freaking room? We don’t want to see your flirting.

You scoffed and diverted your eyes from Wooyoung, who was now grinning, and placed them on Seonghwa, who was sitting at the extremity of the booth, sipping his soda and looking out of the big window.

— Are you jealous, Seonghwa?

— Huh, you wish!

— Never in a million years. — You threw a saggy french fry on him, and the boy gave you a murderous look, ready to throw it back on you, but everybody stopped you two before things could get violent and you all were banned from the restaurant.

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— I just can't stand him!

— Yet, you talk about him every time you get the chance — Yeosang spoke nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on his video-game.

— But I'm complaining about his behavior.

— You just hate that he is better than you in certain things — he mumbled back.

You inhaled deeply, remembering how your scores on that dance game were always close to his, but never better.

— It's not that… he just annoys me.

Yeosang was right, but you would never agree outloud. When you were thirteen, Seonghwa started being the best student of the class, the best boy of the school, the most talented, everybody loved him. You were just there, beside him, even if you were a great student too, nobody really paid attention to you.

It came a time where not even Seonghwa would pay attention to you. He would hang out with his new friends, with Hongjoong, with the group, but only when you weren’t with them. He talked to you just the bare minimum and it hurted that it seemed like the “fame”  he had in school got to his head. Seonghwa wasn’t the same quiet boy you had met when you were seven, so you decided to not be the excited girl you were back then with him.

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— But seriously, when will Wooyoung just ask her out? It's getting annoying how he never makes a real move.

Hongjoong paid attention to what his friend was talking even if he was choosing new clothes, but the boy didn't believe what he had just heard.

— What are you even talking about, Seonghwa? You know he doesn't like her like that. They are just super close friends.

— I don't know, something on those two just doesn't smell good.

— Yeah, that's your jealousy, because he is still her friend, but you are not. Now, let's go, I'll try this one.

Jealousy? Pff, please! The boy thought while he followed Hongjoong to the fitting room. Why would he be jealous? Just because you chose Wooyoung over him? It was no big deal, Wooyoung was your friend before he had showed up in your life. Sure it annoyed him when you all were younger that you kept meeting up with Wooyoung, when Wooyoung wasn’t present in the group because he was watching a movie with you, when Wooyoung was always hugging you out of nowhere... he may have distanced himself that time.

But it wasn’t jealousy, he convinced himself. Not now. He had nothing to be jealousy of if he didn’t even like you.

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Two weeks later, now at Jongho's house, you had a full studying day. While you, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were in the last year of high school, Yeosang, Yunho, Wooyoung, San and Mingi were in their second year and Jongho was alone in first year. He saw it as an opportunity to nag his hyungs and noona to help him. Needless to say, no one resisted him that long.

The studying session, however, was messy. Snacks crumbles were all over the place, covering books and the floor, San even dropped his chocolate milk on the table. You had a break time to eat something real, so Jongho and Yunho poured soda on glasses and everybody made their own sandwiches to their own likes. Later, you ate ice cream and had to hear a long discussion about mint choco ice cream between San and Hongjoong. You were about to scream, but Seonghwa took a napkin and pressed it against San’s mouth, saying “shut up! I don’t wanna hear any more words”. It worked.

After the studying was over, it was clean time. While you liked everything clean, you hated cleaning, so of course you didn't volunteer yourself. But, through a rock, paper, scissors game, it was decided that you and Seonghwa would do the dishes and clean the living room while Yeosang, Yunho and Hongjoong went to get real dinner. The others went to lay in the backyard and "breath fresh air since the weather is so nice".

— Do you think it is a good idea to let them together? They hate each other. — Yunho commented while Hongjoong started his old car.

— They really don't — Hongjoong answered. Yeosang agreed.

While that, you and Seonghwa were washing plates and throwing knives at each other. Not literally though. Not yet.

— Why are you so bad at rock, paper, scissors? — He teased. — You hate cleaning, should have done better.

— Me?! You were the one who played late and still lost! What did you even do that?

— Well, because I…

You didn’t let him finish, because your head was almost exploding, so you threw drops of water on his face, which soon expressed pure shock. Quickly, he wetted his hands and did the same to you.

— Are you a child?!

— Are you made of sugar?

So a water war started, leaving you both with humid hair and wet faces. It only ended because you slipped on droplets of water on the floor and he caught you before you could hit your head on the counter behind you. When he pulled you forward, you collided with his chest and was at a loss for words for some seconds.

— Are you alright?

You nodded slowly and got away from him when you heard the boys were coming back inside.

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When your birthday came, you were excited and welcomed all the boys and a few girl friends, who couldn't understand why you disliked Seonghwa that much. The boy was perfect and so nice with everyone. You would always roll your eyes with that. Anyways, they all gave you gifts and enjoyed the small party, one of them hoping to see a certain friend of yours. You would play cupid someday. 

Wooyoung entered your house jumping on you as always, kissing your cheek and screaming "happy birthday!". He was a cutie, but, one day, you would lose your hearing. Seonghwa came last and gave you a square shaped gift, not hugging you, just shaking your hand and offering a pause on the rivalry.

— It's your birthday, you should be happy and be better than me at least today.

You smiled, thanked him, but still squeezed his hand until he was saying sorry.

— Come on in, try not to be a pain in the ass. I know sometimes you can’t control it.

— You are it! Ah, nice outfit by the way.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, taking his gift to your room, you would open all of them later. When you came back to your party, you saw one of your girl friends talking to Seonghwa and… laughing hard? What was wrong with her? He wasn’t even funny.

— Planning his murder again? — Hongjoong bumped his shoulder with yours, following your eyes to Seonghwa.

— What? No! I mean, yes. All the time.

— You can’t fool me, stop lying.

— I’m not lying. He’s here just because he is part of the group.

— You know… he has been talking to me about you.

— Has he? What did he say? — you answered eagerly.

The boy laughed and shook his head.

— I think he doesn’t like how Wooyoung is so close to you.

— Well, it sounds like a him problem — you mumbled. — We are just friends.

While you changed the topic and diverted your attention from the other boy, Seonghwa had excused himself from your friend and went to take a glass of soda. Yeosang followed his friend and asked if he had brought a gift.

— Of course I did. We may be arch-enemies, but it’s her birthday. I know how to be decent.

— And what did you give her? I hope it’s not a bomb.

— It isn’t. — He gave a small smile, but hid it behind his glass.

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When you were alone in your room, you opened the gifts you had received. They were all very nice, you loved them all, but Seonghwa’s probably got deeper to your heart. It was simple, nothing fancy, but held memories of when you were little kids.

— Hwa! You came!

— Of course I did! Is Wooyoung here? — He peeked inside your house. — It’s quiet.

— He is not. — You laughed. — Yeosang went to his house, so today is just me and you. And my mom, but me and you! Hongjoong couldn’t come, he had guitar lessons.

The boy nodded and widened his eyes before speaking again:

— My mom made cookies for us. I-I helped her. — He smiled and handed you a pretty pink container with chocolate cookies inside.

— Really?! That’s so cool! Thank you, Hwa.

That day, you sat around the living room center table, ate the delicious cookies that he insisted on not telling you the recipe, with crayons, colored pencils and paper scattered around you while you two drew and painted several things. You ended up drawing the two of you plus Hongjoong, to symbolize the best friends group formed two years ago in school, but, when you exchanged drawings at the end of the day, you noticed he had drawn only you and him eating cookies and hearts and flowers. It was pretty, so you kissed his cheek before he entered his car.

So, yes, when you saw the same pink container with the same special cookies — you have always loved them, but Seonghwa never told you the recipe — and the drawing you had made years ago inside the gift wrapping, your heart might have clenched and your eyes stung with tears. You kind of missed the old times.

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Joining the boys that night was an idiot choice. You realized that the moment Mingi suggested playing Truth or Dare. Why did he even suggest that? Everybody agreed excitedly, so it was a dead end, at least it wasn't like they would order you to kiss any of them.

But you were wrong. You were so wrong.

As the bottle spun and stopped at you and Yeosang, you knew he would have no mercy. He asked the question and, for some unknown reason, you answered dare. Maybe you would like to see what he had in mind.

Not good things, you concluded after he said "do the pepero game with Seonghwa". You and the boy choked on your own saliva, looking away for a moment. San took the candy out of its package and offered it to his friend.

— Seonghwa? No way. Step aside, I can do this for you — Wooyoung suggested, winking to you, making you smirk playfully.

— No. I’ll do it — the eldest spoke up, making your eyes widen.

Seonghwa took the chocolate stick from San's hand and placed one of the ends between his perfect teeth. Rolling your eyes, but sweating on the inside, you got closer and refused to touch him in any way, which he approved. You put the pepero in your mouth and when San said “start!”, both your and Seonghwa’s mouths got closer, going forward on the stick.

Nobody thought you two would really do it, they actually expected you to poke each other’s eyes with the candy at the moment Yeosang set the dare. But you loved a challenge, so maybe that was why you two were not stopping.  Seonghwa’s hand went to the side of your neck, thumb placed gently on your jaw, and, surprisingly, you said nothing, just kept getting closer and closer, dangerously close.

— Will they… — Jongho started, but did not finish as an impossible scene was happening in front of his eyes. — They are....

The dark chocolate pepero disappeared inside your mouths as they were glued together, sharing a rather steamy kiss. Your hands were entangled in his gray hair and your mind could only think “his hair is soft, his tongue is soft, his lips too and they are so skillful”.

You kept going until Yunho came back from the bathroom and yelled at surprise. At that moment, your minds seemed to clear from some kind of hypnosis and you pushed each other far. You exclaimed “who wants more soda?” and ran to the kitchen, while Seonghwa rested his back on the couch behind him and wiped his mouth with his shirt.

Yeosang went after his sister and the other six boys glared at Seonghwa with a confused look, demanding an explanation. In the kitchen, you downed glasses of water as if they were vodka shots.

— What are you doing?

— Taking his disgusting taste out of my mouth.

Your brother took your shoulders and turned you to him, looking deep in your eyes.

— Stop lying to yourself — he whisper-yelled to your face. — You like him, it’s okay!

— I don’t! It was just…

From the living room, you heard Mingi shouting:

— I can’t believe you really did the Pepero challenge with her! Isn't her your rival or something like that?

— Yes, of course. And? — Seonghwa answered, trying to sound nonchalant while fixing the strands you messed.

— Dude, you just kissed her instead of stopping eating the candy. You’re not rivals. — Yunho slapped his shoulder, as if he was comforting the friend.

— We are! I didn’t even like their kiss that much.

You couldn’t contain yourself, so you shouted back for him to listen:

— Oh, yes, Park Seonghwa, sure you didn’t like my kiss, but maybe you should tell that to your tongue. That was disgusting!

An ovation was heard from the boys and Seonghwa stomped to the kitchen, meeting you in the middle of the way.

— Disgusting, you say now, but your tongue sure didn’t mind when it joined mine. And your hands! They… They were all over my hair! — His fingers pushed his hair back and, once again, you thought how soft it was. — Stop staring!

After shaking your head, you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks and his eyes were restless, searching a safe spot to look at.

— But you held my neck first! You’re not any better.

— Do you two want a little… private time to discuss your feelings? — Yeosang tried, holding a laugh in, because, yes, it was very funny how you and Seonghwa tried to deny your feelings, when he knew this mutual hate was nothing more than masked desire bullshit.

— No! — both shouted together.

Before you run up the stairs to your bedroom, you stuttered and attacked:

— Your… your breath stink!

His eyes widened and of course he could not let you have the last word, let alone those words, so, yes, he followed you, shouting “it doesn’t!”. Your brother laughed at the way the boy’s cheeks were even redder and went back to the living room, offering to watch a movie to his other friends.

Seonghwa arrived at your room before you could close the door and held it with his foot.

— Go away, freak.

— No! Take it back.

— Take what back, Seonghwa? — you sighed, getting tired from the situation.

— My breath doesn’t stink. Take that back.

— I’ll need to check again.

All your movements ceased when you realized what you had said. The boy was still processing if he heard correctly. You left your spot by the door and threw yourself on the bed.

— Did you really say what I think you did?

— Depends. — Your voice came out muffled by the pillow. — What do you think you heard?

As the mattress dipped with additional weight, you shut your eyes, not wanting to look at him. You had basically confessed, right? Slowly, you sat up and kept your stare at your fingers, playing with them if they were the most interesting thing you had ever seen.

— I’m so-

— What are you waiting for then? Kiss me again and check it.

Your eyes widened and you turned your whole body to him. Seonghwa didn’t want to waste any more time, so he cupped a side of your face and leaned in to get your lips with his. The boy’s mouth was moving with yours slowly, tasting it the best he could and his breath definitely didn’t stink.

Going past the shock, your hands went up to his hair once again, caressing his nape and slightly pulling him closer to you, because it was the best kiss you have ever had — among three: your first one, the one that happened earlier that night and the present one —, but still wasn’t enough. Seonghwa’s kisses had plenty of the feelings that your first kiss with your pre-adolescence crush lacked, and you were already addicted. Call it whatever, but you secretly hoped he would kiss you forever.

This desire, however, couldn’t be fulfilled, because air was a thing and apparently you had to get it, but the kiss sure left you feeling on cloud nine.

— So… — he said low, his breath fanning over your wet lips. — Does my breath stink?

— Yeah… no. You’re free of this.

You opened your eyes slowly only to be met with a pair of big, round, shining eyes. The shining eyes you would always notice when you were kids.

— Hey, uhm… I know we are arch-enemies, but… — The boy scratched his neck, looking away from you. — What if we were arch-enemies with benefits?

You wanted to laugh and tease him, but the offer was interesting, so you asked more information about the concept.

— Like… we can hug, kiss, talk, maybe hang out together, but we still tease and compete with each other?

Reader must now be laughing at how silly the boy was, but he looked 100% serious and you gave it a thought before agreeing.

— If I get to kiss and tease you, it’s okay for me.

He chuckled and pulled you to another kiss, that didn’t last because you two were giggling and smiling too much.

— Can we hang out together soon? Just the two of us, I mean. — He caressed your cheek, noticing how it was warm.

— Like a date?

He stumbled on his own words, but nodded.

— Like a date.

— You are so whipped for me, Seonghwa.

— Shut up!

[imagineabrighterworld]

Summary// Ground Zero has been your crush since you were rescued by him, and ever since then, you've been writing love songs that your manager is sick and tired of hearing. One day on a live broadcast, you admit that the songs were inspired by your admiration for said hero. Little did you know, he was just in the other wing of the building getting his own interview done and decides to see you after the cameras are off.

A/N: I know his hero name is Dynamite but I wrote this before it was decided so I'm sticking with Ground Zero, sorry ^^;

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You were never camera shy, you loved the stage and all that came with it. The lights, the flurry of makeup artists and the adrenaline rush of seeing the On-Air light turn red.

But the moment you saw him walk into the room, you swear your heart fell into your stomach and all the words you've ever sang were sucked right back into your throat.

- -

Ever since the accident that nearly took your life, you have been an active fan of Ground Zero. He was constantly in the news, either due to his heroics or due to being spotted with other top heroes such as Deku or Shoto. Considering he was their classmate in high school, the media gobbled up any coverage they could with the trio.

You on the other hand, were mostly into the tabloids for information on Ground Zero.

The accident was after one of your concerts. You had been on your way to your tour bus when a villain had attacked. Luckily none of your crew were hurt, but you were trapped under the rubble of the concert hall that had fallen when the villain rammed into the wall. It was cramped and had little oxygen, the air was full of dust and your lungs were heavy with the ash. You had broken your arm and had to use it to support yourself to keep from getting crushed under the rubble that was slowly but surely pressing down on you.

You had little hope for yourself as the rubble grew heavier, your arm giving out under the weight of your body, but before it could fully crush you, you heard the sounds of explosions.

Not long after, you felt the weight of the rubble lift.

Ground Zero had sent smaller blasts to break up the larger pieces of rubble before finally moving the giant piece that was pinning you to the ground. He scooped you up into his arms and murmured the same line under his breath as he brought you to the paramedics.

"You're safe now."

He lowered you onto the gurney and waited by you as the paramedics asked you questions, soon finding your rib was cracked as well. Ground Zero gave you a once over before parting with a quiet goodbye and a thank you to the medics that were helping you.

You didn't get the chance to thank him as the medics placed an oxygen mask on your face.

So you wrote him songs. You never used his name, but a hero was always implied when it came to songs about him. You tried to be subtle with the crush you had developed, but apparently you weren't subtle enough.

Your manager was sent an invitation for an interview to talk about your new album full of love songs. The album was crammed with songs about a one-sided pinning for someone who could never love back, but the last song was a ray of hope that they might find a way to each other.

Was it based on reality? No. Ground Zero couldn't have liked you like you liked him, he didn't know who he had saved and likely didn't look back on that event. He was a busy hero who saved people daily. He wouldn't know your name, but you could always dream maybe he would hold you like he did when you were hurt.

So there you were, in a chair with the lights on you and your interviewer.

"Your album is named Loved One, are you trying to send a message to a certain someone?" The man asks as he cleans his glasses with a wipe.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, a half smile on your face. "It's a love song for someone, yes. But if he's ever heard it I'm not sure."

"Your songs have been in the top ten, with Sweet Delights being number one for seven weeks straight. Surely he's heard one of them."

True. Your music was popular. But did he ever hear them? Would he know it was him you were talking about when you sang?

Of course not. That's why you wrote your feelings with no fear of being found out.

"He's a very special man, I can't say he has the time for music." You turn your face as a small blush fans your cheeks. "He's a hero, I'm sure he's too busy to listen to the radio."

The interviewer leans forward in his seat, a grin tugging at his lips. "A hero?"

The live audience begins to whisper and you can hear the names of heroes being tossed around.

Deku. Shoto. Chargebolt. Cellophane.

Ground Zero.

"Yeah." You chuckle. "He saved me during an accident. I'll be forever grateful to him for saving my life."

"Love at first attack."

"Something like that."

"What would you say to him if he were here right now?" The interviewer leans back in his seat.

You look down at your lap, twiddling with your thumbs as you try to come up with the words. You've written dozens of songs, but what words would you give him?

"Thank you. For being my hero. I've written you love songs I never thought you'd hear. Maybe I thought it would make you feel the same way I feel for you." You look up from your lap and chuckle, this time a tad bit weaker. "Silly isn't it? I get to know so much about him but I'm just a dime a dozen that he saves. He doesn't even know my name."

The interviewer scoots forward and hands you one of the tissue boxes on his desk. You aren't about to start crying but you appreciate the gesture and take it from him anyway.

"Love can be tough. But you've written plenty about it haven't you?"

A light chuckle comes from the crowd.

You smile. "I know enough about pinning for someone who will never know me."

"What is his name? Maybe we could get him on here, get you a coffee date." He says in a playful tone.

What's the worst that could happen?

"Well, this is a little embarrassing, but it's Ground Zero." You rub your neck as the crowd collectively gasps. "He saved me after a concert I held, and ever since then he's been on my mind. I thought it was creepy, so I figured I would use my music as an outlet. My album is dedicated to unrequited love and accepting it. Hopefully I'll accept it one day too."

For a moment the interviewer is quiet, but when you look closer you see a smile is building on his face.

He clears his throat and lifts his remote control to the screen behind the both of you. "Ironically, in the west wing of the building, we're holding an interview with Ground Zero himself."

The screen turns on to show Ground Zero seated with his own interviewer.

They were watching your interview live.

And he just heard your admission to liking him.

Your grip on the tissue box tightens as you see his eyes scanning you.

Oh god you were going to be sick.

He stands up and walks out of the room. All you feel is lead in your gut as you watch the television move onto commercial.

Your interviewer presses on the Bluetooth in his ear and nods along to whatever the people were saying. But you didn't want to hear any of it. All you felt was dread.

He heard.

He heard.

He must think you were crazy. It was his job to save people! He didn't do it out of chivalry or kindness like some knight in a fairytale!

You let go of the box and cover your face with your hands. The crowd was talking now, you couldn't catch what they were saying but they were going wild.

Deciding to see what was getting the crowd so riled up, you look to the doors.

And there he is.

Standing across the room with his eyes glued to yours.

- -

So there you are. No words were forming and you felt like you were being sucked into the Twilight Zone.

The crowd cheers as he walks down the aisle in his full gear and makes his way straight to you.

You cover your face again as the interviewer speaks to him.

"The man of the hour, Ground Zero ladies and gentlemen!" He announces, but the crowd was already roaring with energy.

You feel the hero stand in front of you, mostly because he blocked your light, and soon you were wondering if you could sink into the cushions and disappear forever. Let Loved One be your momento mori, your swan song before you disappeared off the face of the earth.

"Hey."

No no no no- no!

You hear his gear shift and from the cracks between your fingers you see him crouch in front of you.

"Stop filming." He says to the interviewer.

"We still have five minutes to break-" The interviewer starts up but stumbles on his words. You hear the pop of small explosions and the murmur of the crowd.

"Break for two!" The producer calls from backstage.

"Hey."

This time, you lower your hands to cover your mouth, looking at Ground Zero with half of your face covered.

He looked just as he had when he rescued you, minus him being in his winter gear. But it was all the same. Even the tone he was using with you. Like you were fragile.

"Did you mean it?" He asks, his head nodding towards the screen above. "What you said about me."

"I.. I did." You uncover your face, using your nervous energy to hold onto the box of tissues instead, squeezing the life out of the poor box. "Every word. You saved me and I'm grateful." You look down in shame, unable to utter the next words while looking him in the face. "I- I know it's weird, to like someone you know so little about-”

"Bakugou Katsuki."

"Huh?"

"My name, is Bakugou Katsuki." He grips your chin gently and tugs you to look at him. He had a small grin on his face. "Go to dinner with me and I'll debate letting you call me Katsuki."

[sunflowerim]

I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 29

After last weekend, something seemed to have changed between Louis and Harry. The texts became more frequent and were replaced by calls because Louis felt "too lazy to type" and sudden FaceTimes because Harry wanted to see "what Clifford was doing" and Louis was only too eager to oblige.

They talked about Arctic Monkeys, about how handsome Alex Turner is, about Louis' crush on David Beckham and what chocolates were the best.

It was Wednesday evening when Louis texted Harry.

As Harry rang the bell to the apartment, he heard Louis shout from inside, "IT'S OPEN!"

Harry walked in to see Louis sprawled on the floor playing catch with Clifford.

"Hi."

"Hey. I hope I didn't bother you."

"Nope. Not at all. I was free really."

"Why did you sound surprised when I asked you to come over."

"Well it's just we never-"

"Meet outside of weekends?"

"Yes."

"Oh c'mon, it's not some sort of contract," Louis teased. "We're friends Harry. You're allowed to come to my house more than once a week."

"Friends?"

"Yeah. Of course."

Harry Styles. Friendzoned.

"Cool," Harry replied hoping his voice didn't show the disappointment he was feeling and sat opposite to Louis. This time Clifford brought the ball to Harry who absently threw it away without even looking. The door to Louis' bedroom was a bit ajar and the ball bounced right through it and suddenly there was a noise of something falling over.

"Shit sorry, I didn't realise where I threw the ball," Harry said quickly getting up and dashed towards the room.

"No, Harry, wait, you don't have to go in, I can--"

But before he could finish the sentence Harry had already opened the door wider and stood dead in his tracks.

"Oh my god. Louis, this mess is your bedroom?!"

"Uh I--"

"That's how you keep the living room clean? You dump everything here? Oh god."

"See--"

"Don't have a helper? You told me she comes in everyday? Why doesn't she clean it?"

"I don't let her."

"Huh?"

"I mean, initially when she used to clean up, she'd put my things in different places and I'd never find them on time. So I just limit her to cooking and dusting."

"And you couldn't organise it yourself?"

"I don't have the patience Harry," Louis said, exasperated. "Can we please go play FIFA now?"

"Oh no. I don't think we're playing today. It's clean-Lou's-room-so-it-looks-fit-to-live day."

"What???Noooo."

"Yes, you start from that end. I'll help this side."

And with that, Harry started organising Louis' desk. Louis groaned and went over to his bed and started folding the scattered clothes.

Harry paused over Louis' record player and took a picture.

Harry Styles takes pictures when he likes something. Louis took a mental note.

Harry finished quickly and moved to a pile of clothes lying on the floor when his eyes flitted to the corner and he noticed a guitar.

"Is this yours?" he asked, picking it up.

"Yeah, I play sometimes."

"Wow, football, hosting, guitar. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Well there's cooking."

"Haha, I can help with that. But I want to listen to you play," Harry said, handing him the guitar. "First, let's clean up the last bits."

Between the two of them, it took only 10 more minutes to clean up the room.

"God Harry, it looks really clean now. Thanks."

"That's how humans live Lou. Plus your room is so cute. It shouldn't be in such a mess. Now where's the guitar."

Louis picked up his guitar and sat on one side of the bed, gesturing Harry to sit down too.

"Any requests?"

"No. Whatever you want," Harry smiled.

Louis started playing a familiar tune and Harry realised it was Hey There Delilah.

Louis' voice filled the room and Harry's heart. Harry had always been mesmerized by Louis' voice but to hear him sing was a surreal experience. The butterflies in his stomach were going wild. Harry was lost in Louis' voice, his eyes, the way his eyelashes fluttered, the way his fringes fell on his face, the way his fingers moved, Louis.

Louis finished the song and smiled at Harry, waiting for a reaction. Harry was way too enchanted by it to even respond and Louis poked him in his upper arm and broke the charm.

"So?"

"That was amazing Lou. You have a beautiful voice. Wow."

"Thanks."

"Can I take a picture."

"Of me?"

"Of you playing. Just play a little tune and I'll snap a shot."

"Uh okay."

Louis smiled and started playing again. This time the tune of 'do you wanna build a snowman'. Harry positively beamed at Louis playing a Disney song and took the picture.

Louis stopped after a few seconds, saying, "When you have 6 year olds to impress, you gotta learn their favourite tracks."

Louis smiled at Harry and their eyes locked. In that moment, Harry felt that it could be more. He could spend more days just listening to Louis sing. He wouldn't mind being around Louis all the time. He wouldn't mind kissing him.

'We're friends Harry.'

The voice echoed in the back of his head and he shook every thought he had in his mind and got up. Being in Louis' room was getting weird. He had to get out before he did something stupid. "I better go," Harry said, making his way to the door.

"But you didn't even have anything. Can I make you tea?" Louis followed behind.

"Next time Lou. I just remembered, I had to meet someone."

"Oh okay. I'll see you Saturday then."

"You will. Bye Lou."

"Bye Harry."

As Harry left, Louis took some deep breaths to calm himself. His heart hadn't stopped racing since Harry gave him THAT look. Was it possible? Did Harry like him?

Well whatever the case, he'd promised himself he wouldn't rush, would wait for a proper signal from Harry. Today had felt like one but it wasn't assuring enough.

As Louis was having his dinner, his phone vibrated with a new notification.

Harry had posted something on his private account.

He clicked the notification and almost choked on his food when he saw what it was.

It was him.

He remembered thinking how Harry clicked pictures of everything thing he liked and the fact that he'd not only clicked Louis' picture but also posted it?

Louis tried not to think too deeply into the matter, but it was really hard to do so when all he could think about was how suddenly him and Harry had gotten so close and how badly he wanted it to be more.

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INTRO

[iwovhaikyuu]

Okay so :p I been listening to Nicotine by P!ATD and I can't stop thinking of Coach Ukai so I'ma do a fic around that song. So here is a Ukai x reader

(Also it might be a bit smutty and will be talking about drinking and cheating so y'all know)

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(Also the setting is at a club and idk if this will be weird I'm just winging it)

You were an absolutely beautiful gal in his eyes. Your nice curves showing off due to your tight dress fitting snugly around your body. Your hips swaying side to side with the beat of the music. He hasn’t even had a taste of you, yet he's already so addicted to you.

He watched as you drank and danced with your friends. Watching you laugh and have the time of your life. In all honestly he had no idea why he was watching you like that due to having about 8 drinks.

"Um, Ukai if you want to talk to her. Just go up to her. Go ask her to dance or something. You can't just stare at her like that all night" his friend, Takeda told him.

"Huh?" he turns around see him holding his first drink. "Well how can I do that? She's so beautiful and just everything" He said turning back to you, trailing his eyes up and down your body until he saw you catching him. Earning a smile and a wave from you he turns around, quickly turning red. "Shit, she caught me!" He said.

"Well good. Now she knows that you were checking her out" Now that made him worry even more.

'Crap what if she thinks I'm creepy? A perv or something' he thought loudly in his head. Soon he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, turning around to see you a bit tipsy and smirking.

"Hey~ I saw you checking me out cutie~ " You slurred out and giggled a bit due to the alcohol in your system. "You know if you wanted to dance with me you could have just asked~".

As you keep talking to him, he couldn't help but blush more and more thinking to himself 'Damn she's even more beautiful up close'.

“I would love to dance with you" He smirks and stood up looming over you.

Your pov:

‘Well fuck he's so tall..yet he's really cute. I can't believe he was looking at me like that, checking me out. And I got a dance. Score!' I thought to myself as I move my hand off his shoulder and hold out my hand " Shall we then~" I smirked more up at him.

Once he took my hand I dragged him to the dance floor and started to sway my hips with his to the music. I noticed he was a blushing mess and not moving much.

"Awe come on hot stuff~ Dance, have fun, fuck whoever is watching us" I say as I keep swaying my hips more with his.

As we kept dancing and drinking we both started to get more tipsy and a laughing mess. I found out his name is Ukai Keishin and he's a coach for a high school volleyball club. Crazy but really interesting. I listen to him as he talks about the team and his friend who was drinking and hanging out with some other girl. His life seems so interesting and so much fun.

"So what about you sweetheart~? What's your name and something about yourself?" I heard him speak and chug down a beer.

"Oh well my name is L/N Y/n and there’s nothing really interesting about me. I work for a lame office company, and my shit ex boyfriend cheated on me so I came here. My friends wanted to make me feel better and all that" I laugh a bit and keep drinking.

" Really? Well guess what sweetie~ that bastard don't deserve a beautiful girl like you~ you deserve a man. A true man that won't hurt you. Won't pull crap like that" He said causing my face to turn a shade of red I didn’t even know existed. I don't know if it's the alcohol in him but that was a really sweet thing to say.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. That means a lot~" I slur out and I stand up, " Fuck that asshole, let's go dance!" I say getting him out his seat and dances with him..but a little dirtier than last time.

Feeling his hands on my waist, he pulls me to him. I took an experimental roll of my hips, earning a deep groan from him. Swaying and grinding our hips to the music, we started laughing and giggling uncontrollably at each other. Everything was amazing.

Not too soon after, I felt something hard touch my thigh. I became a blushing mess feeling it grow and stiffen as we continue to laugh and have fun together.

"You know what sweetheart? Maybe I could be your man~ I get we just met and all, but I'm sure we can work it out," I hear him whisper  in my ear.

I think about it for a second and nod. "I guess we can give it a shot," I tell him as I turn around and pull him into a heated kiss. Tasting the alcohol on his chapped lips.

Ukai pov:

As she pulled me in the kiss I tasted the tanginess of her last drink. Her lips were so soft, I felt like I was in heaven. I placed my hands back on her hips and pulled her closer into the kiss.

Soon, we pulled away for air and I smiled at her earning one in return from her.

"My my, such a good kisser you are~ maybe we can continue this somewhere else?~" I chuckle a bit.

"Hm, why not?" I heard her say with a smirk on her perfect lips.

We both left the bar and called an Uber to take us to my place, knowing Takeda would take my car back.

As soon as the Uber got there we climbed in and I gave her a passionate kiss. Pulling her into yet another lip lock, I felt her hands creep up to my chest. I soon follow her running my hands up her sides feeling her accentuated curves .

Pulling away to breathe, I pick her up and place her on my lap, pulling her closer to my body and smashing our lips together once more. Running my tongue over her bottom lip, I silently asked for permission, but it was denied on her part. I moved my hand to her ass and harshly squeezed it, earning a small squeak from her, taking my chance to shove my tongue into her mouth and exploring it at my own leisure.

3rd person pov:

~Small time skip~

As soon as you two got to Ukai's place he paid the Uber and hurried you inside. Getting you inside and closing the door behind him he pushed you against the wall and shoved his knee between your legs.

" You know, you’re worst than nicotine~" Ukai said before ushering you onto the bed, getting ready for a long and hot night between you two.

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Sorry my fellow horny people. I'm to lazy to write the full smut so this is all you get from me.

Anyways I hoped you liked it and like I said I just winged it and hope it's good for you guys.

And for Sam...I'm sorry for you having to edit this ||°°

( I want to fucking cry -Sam)

In all I hope you have a good night/day/afternoon :D