#because when your bestie shouts CATCH ME you just have no choice

[yuhzz]

hey bestie~ - h.yj x fem!reader

summary: surely it's no longer considered a "bestie type of thing" if her face is near yours and you're inside her bedroom with the lights off, right?

warning: fluff. just pure fluff. (no angst this time promise) and swearing.

word count: 2.2k words

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yunjin sure is acting weird today. i mean- she usually is weird most of the time, most especially around you, but today she's too weird-er? is that even possible?

"yah! kim y/n! jebal! just help me!" yunjin clung to your arms.

"no! i already told you no, huh yunjin!" you exclaimed and removed her arms from yours. "come on! i need to pass grade 10! will you really let me fail?" she pouted.

"it's your research, yunjin-ah so it's your fault"

"seriously? you gotta help me on this one! you know i've been too busy this week that's why i wasn't able to do that goddamn research!" yunjin complained.

"again, ain't my problem" you shrugged.

she sighed. "you won't really help me?"

"nope"

she grumbled, her shoulders slouching when she realized that there was no other choice but to take out the big guns. "if you don't help me...i will tell auntie about you snatching away 10 dollars inside her wallet" what fell out of her mouth was enough to make you whip your head toward her.

she smirked.

"don't you dare," you warned.

"oh, i certainly would dare" she cackled. "i wonder what her reaction will be? hm, let's see. you can get grounded, no allowance for a month, and- oh no! you will have to say goodbye to your phone for how long?" she walked toward you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

you gritted your teeth and sighed.

"i hate you"

she cheered when you said those words.

looks like yunjin won once again against you.

"good thing you agreed 'cause i really planned on telling your mom about it"

"stop putting salt in wounds yunjin. let's just get your research over with" you shook your head.

"alrighty! let's meet later, after school. we'll finish it in my house" she beamed.

"gotcha" you nodded.

after that, you both attended your respectful classes.

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“y/n!” yunjin shouted from across the hallway when she saw you step out of your classroom.

hearing her voice, your head turned towards her direction - a subtle smile creeping up your face. she waved her hands at you. you waved back at her. 

seeing how she hopped to you, a mischievous plan crossed your head. you started walking away in haste.

“oh! yah! where are you going?!” she shouted, now running after you. you laughed when you noticed her desperation to catch you and ran faster.

“catch me first before I help you!” you giggled.

“just get your ass back here kim y/n!”

“no!”

eventually, both of you reached the school’s huge field - where you continued to run after each other.

“wait! i’m tired!” she exclaimed and fell on the grassy floor - her whole body aching in exhaustion.

“pfft. weak!” you laughed.

“oh, stop that! you know I ain't good with this shit” she sighed.

“I know, I know. I was just messing with ya” You sat down beside her. she smiled. yunjin sat up and leaned against you. “you’re lucky you’re my best friend and I like you”

you frowned.

and yunjin noticed.

“yuck, like someone else, please. you bring bad luck to me” you joked and looked away. she subtly smiled and looked the other way.

“let’s go?” she asked you. “sure” 

both of you stood up and before walking away to her house, she held your hands and put it inside her coat’s pocket. you raised your eyebrows and looked at her confused.

she noticed your eyes and looked at you. “i’m cold, okay?” she defended. you giggled. “then wear this” you offered her the pair of your winter glove.

“what? no, i’m good with just holding your hands” she refused. “just take it, will you?” but you still insisted. yunjin sighed and took it. “thanks” she murmured.

“good, now we’re both wearing a glove.” you shrugged and looked forward. a light tint of blush dyed yunjin’s face.

and she didn't know if it was because of the cold, or because of you.

just 2 minutes of walking later, you’ve finally arrived at her house. thankfully, her place was just nearby.

“nice to see you again, mrs. huh!” you greeted as soon as you saw her in the living room. “Oh! y/n! you’re back here!” she exclaimed and ran towards you. “were you cold? are you hungry? you must be. it’s too cold outside” she asked you, worried.

“no, she isn’t, eomma! besides she’s here to help me with a project so you can’t take her away until we’re done” 

mrs. huh sighed sadly. “alright then. looks like our knitting lessons will have to wait.”

i matched her mood and said, "see you later, mrs. huh".

yunjin took you upstairs to her room. "let's get started so that we can finish early and that i won't have to sleep next to you again" she said and gathered the things you needed for her research.

"ouch?" you mumbled.

you roamed the room first - letting yunjin finish what she was doing.

"by the way, yunjin, how many chapters have you finished with the research?" you asked her.

"why?"

"just to determine how much and how ragged our time will be while working on this. you know? for a heads up." you shrugged and looked at her before sitting down on her bed.

"oh. well, i've finished chap 1 and chap 2 and i'm clueless as to what i should do in chap 3" she sighed.

"welp, you're screwed"

"don't you think i know that already? that's the sole reason why i literally begged for your help"

you chuckled. "you should be thankful that i pity you"

she scoffed "excuse me?"

"i'm just kidding, sorry" you raised your hands. yunjin shook her head. "alright, i'm done. get your ass here right now 'cause i want to finish fast"

"aye aye captain" you joked and walked towards her. "sit down" she patted the empty space beside her. you sat down.

"let me check your first two chapters before we do anything else"

"what? why?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "i want to check just in case you did something incorrect" you mumbled.

"are you telling me i'm wrong???"

"far from that, huh yunjin"

"hell no. you don't get to tell me i'm wrong because i'm always right!"

"you were the one who said you needed my help! just show me those two chapters and I'll check them. if nothing's wrong, we'll move on to chap 3 immediately"

"tsk" she irked.

"yah, don't you 'tsk' me! i'm only doing my best to help you!"

"here" she grumbled and showed you the document where her chapter 1: introduction, and chapter 2: review of related literature, were located.

"okay, chap 1's good but we'll add more and revise it later if we finish early." you murmured while scrolling down the docs.

however, when you reached chap 2, you bursted laughing.

"pfft- this is your chapter 2???" you asked and held your stomach from laughing too hard. "eh? what's wrong with it?" she blinked.

you continued laughing "i- i- holy crap!". "oh, just get on with it bish!" she slapped your arms.

"okay! okay! look, what you did was wrong. the rrl's not supposed to be written this way. you're gonna have to remove this and make each paragraph longer, and then you need to insert the links in between but the font, and font size must be neutral-" realizing how there's so much that needed to be fixed and done, you've decided to just start over again.

"ok you know what? we're going to start over. we're going back to stage 1. back to 0" you sighed and removed all text in the docs except for the links.

"what? wh- why?! why~?!" she cried out.

"because everything you did was wrong"

"b-but i'm never wrong!"

"and yet you made a lot of mistakes with your paper."

"curse you, y/n"

"love you too now let's begin correcting your mistakes because i bet we're not going to sleep a wink tonight"

yunjin sighed. "fine"

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"damn. how are you finishing these chapters with so much ease?" yunjin asked you and placed her chin on her hands - observing you do your work.

"well, a ton of other students have already asked me for help with their research which certainly not makes you the first one." you shrugged. "so i know several ways to make my life easier when making these"

"wow...just...wow" she uttered.

you chuckled. "now, if will you, stop straying off topic and continue with what i assigned you to do"

"yes ma'am"

yunjin focused on her task again.

"can we take a short break though?" she looked back at you.

"no"

"noted" she frowned and looked down.

she was sapped, and you knew it - heck, you even feel the same. but knowing that you have to finish this tonight, since tomorrow's the deadline, both of you should refrain from taking breaks.

it was the only way to save yunjin from failing grade 10.

"gosh, my head won't cooperate with me right now" yunjin grumbled.

but seeing how your best friend's struggling right now - ok maybe a small break wouldn't hurt.

"let's rest for a bit," you said, closed the laptop, and patted her hands.

yunjin's eyes shone in excitement, "wah, really?". you nodded and stood up. "just 10 minutes," you said and lay on her bed.

you spread your arms out and sighed comfortably.

yunjin giggled at you. standing up, she made her way to you and lay down beside you.

she placed her head on top of your arms and hugged you tight. "y/n-ah" she started.

"hm?" you hummed with your eyes closed.

"thank you," she said. you smiled. "anything for you, yunjin-ah" you mumbled.

feeling how comfy you two are right now, laying down on her bed, made it hard to stand up again and continue her research 10 minutes later.

so yunjin took the liberty to get up and close the lights. she walked back to you and got a pillow and a blanket before laying down in your arms again.

you felt her hands go below your head and raise it and then slipped a pillow under. after letting go of your head, she made herself cozy in your arms and began hugging you again.

noticing that she didn't have a pillow for her, you asked "where's your pillow?"

"right beside me"

you chuckled and turned your body to her. you hugged her back.

"didn't know our friendship reached the point where cuddles don't seem so hard to do now" she mumbled.

you laughed melodiously. "didn't know you didn't stink up close".

"yah, why can't we just have a single normal conversation? every single time i throw in a compliment, you do the complete opposite" she complained.

"sometimes it's vice versa" you beckoned.

"see? you're doing it again"

"no, i am not"

"yes, you were"

"i don't want to argue so let's just say i did"

"good"

you shared a few minutes of silence. "shouldn't we continue your paper?" you asked.

"that can wait. i'm supposed to submit it online anyway and the deadline's 11:59 pm tomorrow so it can delay. i wanna sleep" yunjin groggily spoke.

"okay" you muttered.

yunjin started snuggling closer to you and burying her head deep in your neck.

your breath hitched.

"your body's too tense. soften up, i can't hug you properly" she whined.

you gulped and obliged.

"yunjin-ah" you trembled.

"what?"

"are we...are we really just friends?" you questioned and she remained silent for a little bit - probably thinking if your question was another joke of yours or not.

"what's with the sudden question?"

"oh, just answer it yunjin"

"well, we're not just friends, aren't we? we're best friends" so answering it safely would save her from assuming and having her heart broken.

you scoffed. "you know what i'm talking about, jin"

she frowned. "then i need you to look at me before answering your question" you did as you were told.

"now, look me in the eye and tell me honestly if you see me as more than just a best friend"

"but what if you are more than just a friend to me" you sat up, making her do so too.

"would you feel the same way i do?" you asked. "it's only a what-if question though" you added.

"would you like to find out my answer then?" she murmured in an alluring way - slowly leaning in, making your heart race at an uncontrollable pace.

you could feel her hot breath against your face, her body slowly leaning towards yours - the dark room surely is getting hotter.

or is it just you?

"y-yunjin" you stuttered.

"do you want to find out, y/n?" she asked you, her lips gently grazing against yours.

"i..." you gulped.

but of course, yunjin's mother had to interrupt.

"girls! dinner is ready!"

"looks like we're gonna have to continue this another time" yunjin joked and got off you.

dumbfounded, you stood up after her and followed her downstairs. at the end of the stairs, she held your hands and took you toward the kitchen.

she gave you one last cheeky smile before she started eating.

huh.

looks like you are going to continue this next time.

meaning by next time...maybe later?

for sure the research can wait.

yeah.

the research will definitely have to wait.

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Choices Fandom Shout Out

Sorry 🥺 I wish I was more active on tumblr and not busy with stressful real life. I miss talking with you. Or even interacting. I haven't forgotten you...

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[live-from-flaturn]

hey bestie!

for the prompt game: 1, 12, or 50 (I'm allergic to choices, sorry) 💚🥰👀

OH YOU ARE JUST THE ABSOLUTE BEST!

Here's #1: "There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close". Which turned into a SOULMATE AU also. Bonus treat.

Wordcount: approx. 800

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Title: "One. Two. Three."

Chay was on his way home from delivering a late meal to Porsche at Hum Bar when he heard a man’s voice shout: “Don’t let the little bastard get away!” 

He jolted back onto his heels, obscuring himself in the shadows while his eyes automatically began a frantic search for the speaker. Were they talking about him? Were these some debt-collector’s goons meant to haul him back to HQ for a ‘conversation’ with their boss? 

The answer was a definitive ‘no’, thank fuck. Whoever had shouted was most definitely not after the scrawny nineteen-year-old university student currently plastering his back against the brick mouth of the alleyway. Chay peered nervously around the corner to catch the action and found six men in patterned button-ups chasing down a younger, shorter man. 

To his continued shock, Chay recognized their prey.

“P’Wik?!”

He didn’t know why his idol was being chased down a backstreet in a questionable area of town dressed from head to toe in black athleisure, and he didn’t need to know. What Chay did know (and firmly believed in) was that celebrities deserved to have their privacy respected. The herd of strangely dressed men probably worked as paparazzi or gossip columnists and had stalked Wik down for an interview about his latest single. The rudeness of it all had Chay’s blood boiling in the space between seconds.

Chay had two seconds to hype himself up before Wik darted past his hiding place. He reached out and snagged his idol by the arm, yanking Wik into the alley. He spun them so the singer’s back met the wall and released his arm, only to cover his mouth immediately. “I’m so sorry, P’Wik, but please be quiet!” 

Wik’s beautiful brown eyes, which had initially flared with panic and anger at being grabbed quite literally off the street, softened by a noticeable degree. He nodded slowly and lifted one hand from his side to remove Chay’s fingers where they’d curled over his mouth. Chay flushed hot enough to sting and stepped back, nearly braining himself on the opposite wall. 

Right. With two people filling the tiny space there wasn’t much, well… Space.

They didn’t have time to contemplate the awkwardness of their situation or Chay’s idiocy because Wik’s pursuers thundered past in a herd. The two young men tensed in unison and Chay instinctively leaned forward, slipping into a casual lean against the wall. He angled his shoulders and hips to keep the singer hidden, lip caught anxiously between his teeth.

“I didn’t think it would happen like this.”

Despite the men still shouting and clamoring in the near distance and despite their uncomfortable proximity, Chay’s entire focus narrowed in on his idol’s voice. He knew those words. He knew them well.

“Did you– I, uhm–” He spluttered, words so soft they were mostly garbled nonsense. “Are you my soulmate?!”

Wik tugged up the sleeve of his dri-fit running shirt and flashed the words: I’m so sorry, P’Wik, but please be quiet!

Chay giggled wetly and slid his hoodie out of the way: I didn’t think it would happen like this.

“So you’re a fan?” Wik murmured, lips hovering between a smile and a grimace. Chay didn’t know people could make that kind of face, but here he stood. The sole witness to a miracle. 

Chay blinked. “No?”

“Will you run away screaming if I say superfan?”

“Will you run away screaming if I tell you those guys weren’t paparazzi?”

“Well then, angel, I suppose it’s nice to meet you. I’m your soulmate, and my real name is Kim.”

“Kim.” It tasted spicy and warm on Chay’s tongue. He couldn’t be more thrilled.  “It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m Porchay. My friends call me Chay.”

“What should your soulmate call you?”

“I liked angel,” Chay grinned. This had to be a dream, so he might as well shoot his shot. “Angel was nice.”

“Alright, then,” Kim wrapped an arm around his waist and jerked his chin in the direction of the opposite alley entrance. “Ready to run?”

“Promise I don’t have to wake up when this part is over?”

“Fuck, you’re cute. I don’t deserve this.” Kim laughed outright, the not-paparazzi now apparently forgotten. The pure, joyful sound of it speared Chay through the chest and pinned him against the rough brick. His soulmate and idol were one in the same… And he was happy with Chay?! Kim’s voice brought him back to reality, “We’re going to sprint on three, alright? When we get out the other side, whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand. Okay?”

“Never, P’Kim.”

“Perfect. Ready?” 

Chay nodded.

“One.” Kim reached down and tangled their fingers together with intentional slowness. 

“Two,” Chay breathed, squeezing gently and feeling Kim squeeze back.

“Three.”

[shortkingkenny]

Why do you think k2 isn't popular anymore?

hi anon! I love to talk so I'll answer this but I'll preface it by saying that although I'm not new to South Park, I'm newer to its fandom. I joined in like 2021 and by that point k2 had already fallen out of favor! before that I just observed it peripherally.

I think it's probably for a few reasons.

of the three main 4 ships for Kyle, it's obvious why k2 is the least popular of the lot. the other two have popular shipping tropes built in (best friends and rivals). there's also not a lot of canon moments to point to, you know, k2 doesn't have a "Guitar Queer-O" or a "Crack Baby Athletic Association" or whatever, really, whereas style and kyman have several such episodes. like I guess you have "Jewbilee" but a lot of people write off those early seasons. (and you have the Mysterion trilogy... to ME. pivotal k2 moments)

and I could end it there because that explains it for the most part but you're right. I think there was a time k2 was more popular than kyman at least (style was always reigning champ until creek took the crown!!!).

I personally believe that fandom (in general, not specifically SP) in recent* years has developed this sort of obsession with Ships Becoming Canon and that some ships are More Canon and therefore More Correct than others which has throttled both crackshipping and multishipping.

like idk there were obviously ship wars (nasty ones!) and OTPs in the 00s and 2010s, but it felt like people were more open to imagining the possibilities and potential between characters who may not have had much (or any) interaction, based solely on their personalities. there's a lot to say about the evolution of fandom as a whole but that's not your question.

so people have kind of settled on their one ship per character and that's it. most Kenny ships have been snuffed out by something or other (fitting) except for one. and that's bunny. and because it's got that one episode, it's now the Most Correct choice for him.

sorry you asked about k2 and I turned this into another complaint about the loss of Kenny biking :''( anyway, I think the appeal of k2 is the potential. you also can't approach it the same way you do style or kyman which I do think has stifled its popularity. this post, despite the broken links, is one of my favorite explanations of their fandom potential that also keeps in mind that we're working within the confines of what we're given. that is to say, South Park doesn't exactly lend itself to this sort of overwrought thinking but we all do it anyway.

it's not dead tho. plenty of people do still ship it and love it!! and I hope you support the @k2-fanzine when it comes out. but yeah you're right, it's lost steam and there's more reasons than what I've listed but I talk too fucking much.

*and by recent, I mean recent! I reblogged this list of character and ship weeks from the far off year of 2019 that @6ftkyle found while deep diving his old SP blog. look at all that!

anyway you should ask my bestie @6ftkyle these questions. he's the k2 guy. I'm actually a kyman truther but I think Kenny's gonna catch his mans Kyle in his fall from grace from their inevitable divorce.

and shout out to @deny-the-bird who asked for a shout out.

[theirbbygirl]

Second Lead Syndrome

Word Count: ~8.7k words

liked this? there’s more on my masterlist!

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comedy, Female reader insert

Description: Y/n and Minho have been friends for more than 2 years now, but suddenly she begins to see herself as the mere second lead in Minho’s story. Will she be the rare second lead who gets her own happy ending?

Warnings: some crying, themes of unrequited love (if there’s anything that I missed don’t hesitated to let me know!) 

I’d only ever encountered Second Lead Syndrome in the dramas I’d watched. Wanting the girl to end up with the second lead who was so obviously the better and healthier choice, but like every avid watcher of kdramas, it's more than likely for the main leads to end up with each other, that was just how it worked. What I never thought I’d encounter was seeing it happen before my own eyes and experience it firsthand.

Life was never supposed to be a kdrama. Life was supposed to be simple, a straight line, going from point A to B with no complications. But life never really went my way did it? It just had to throw in one variable, one man that had too much influence on my life. 

I couldn’t remember the first time I met Minho. It was probably sometime in the first grade when his family first moved in next to mine. But alas, we were both too young to remember exactly what sparked our friendship. One day we were strangers and the next we had given our parents a near heart attack when we both went after a stray cat on the way back home (my mom’s words, not ours).  From then my memories were filled with him, just us besties hanging out like anyone would with their best friend. First party, first mental breakdown, first drink, all with him. Soon enough we were in our final year of University, and ultimately, adults. 

The Minho I knew was laid back, not too extroverted but not too introverted either. While I completely contrasted him, always anxious about something, wanting perfection to the T, and completely and utterly introverted.  Our friendship, moving into University, sparked a lot of questions. You wouldn’t typically find the introverted straight-A student with the borderline badboy tsundere walking and laughing in the halls together, spending practically every waking moment together. But Minho didn’t care, and neither did I, so we moved through life pretty easily. 

One of the few things we had in common was our love for cats, and when we both foudn out there was a cat cafe just a few minutes walk from our campus, you best bet we spent too much of our time and money there. Studying, hanging out, anything you could imagine. If we weren’t in one of our dorms, we were more than likely to be in the cat cafe. 

Every day after class we’d go there and we’d complain about our least favorite professors and how lectures would seemingly last for longer than they should. Additionally, Minho had almost become akin to my own dormmate with how much time he spent in my dorm. He’d come in whenever he wished, stealing my frozen pizzas and sodas, using my Netflix account on my TV to watch weird National Geographic shows and make random comments like “that snake looks just like Kim Seungmin,” or “look its Hannie” whenever a squirrel came on screen. Minho was always there when I needed a drinking partner after bombing a test or assignment, pouring me shots of soju until I passed out and bringing me to my bed and tucking me in whiel he would sleep on the couch to make sure I wouldn’t do anything stupid in the middle of the night. 

Although, more people knew Minho’s name than mine, but that didn’t bother any of us. We continued on being friends as usual, and it felt like nothing would change that. Life was moving in a straight line like it should’ve always been.

At least, that’s what it felt like until February, just a few months before we graduated. 

I make my way to our usual spot in the courtyard after buying an iced coffee and a snickers bar from the vending machine next to my classroom, I walk up behind Minho sitting on a bench when I find him staring out in front of him instead of looking at cat videos on his phone like he usually does. Slowing my walk, I trail my eyes to the vague direction he’s facing and see that he’s looking at Kim Seungmin and a girl chatting outside the classroom. I ignore the thought, opting to think that Minho must’ve spaced out thinking about how he would irritate Seungmin next class. I plop down next to him when he still doesn’t take note of my arrival, so I get right next to his ear and blow cold air into it, snickering when he jolts in surprise. 

“What was that for?” He whines, fake annoyed.

“You got lost up in your thoughts for a certain Kim Seungmin there.” I snicker some more, opening my snickers (hehe) bar.

Just as I’m about to take the first bite of the sugary goodness, the chocolate bar gets snatched out of my hands and a certain Lee Minho takes an obnoxious bite out of it, not even giving it back but eating it like it was his. I pout, watching him devour my snack, knowing that I couldn’t do anything to get it back. 

“For your information, I was not thinking about Kim Seungmin.” He says pointedly, slightly muffled by the chocolate in his mouth.

I sigh, knowing I wasn’t going to get that chocolate bar back any time soon, and open my iced coffee. “So what were you thinking about then?” I ask before taking a sip.

“Don’t know, spaced out.” Is all the answer I get and I highly doubt him, but I brush it off anyways and don’t pry. 

Minho and I slide into our usual conversation about assignments, plans for the week, and everything under the sun. We talk about how he’s planning to visit home the next day and stay for a weekend and how excited he is to see his cats after a long time, I unknowingly smile at his ramble about how talkative Dori is, and just sit back and listen. I never took into account how healing it was to just watch and listen to him talk, the sultry of his voice and his little exclamations of frustration or excitement that came once in a while. I had to catch myself from staring when he turned to look at me, having asked me a question I didn’t catch.

“Sorry what was that?” I ask.

“Am I that beautiful for you to have lost your hearing to my handsome face?” I couldn’t just tell him that that was basically what had happened, it would inflate his ego by too much and reveal everything I’d hidden thus far.

“The heck? No, I was thinking about how great it would be to get some peace and quiet while you’re not around this weekend.” I lie, having Minho around is the only thing that brings me entertainment that isn’t endless sappy kdramas on my laptop, but he can never know that. 

Minho scoffs, says something under his breath that I don’t quite catch, then turns back to me. “You love me.” He says with a pout.

“Unfortunately I do.” 

That was the first of many inconspicuous confessions. 

It was nearing 3 or 4 am and I was about halfway done with another kdrama when several knocks resound through the small living space. Knowing exactly who it is, I only shout back “you know the code!” and moments later the door opens. 

I don’t bother to get up and greet Minho, this exact scene has happened too many times for either of us to care at this point, and it doesn’t surprise me that the moment he enters he shouts, “Honey I’m home!” like we’re in some cheesy romcom. 

“Mhmm, welcome home, leech.” I enunciate the last word purposely, but I know he won’t bat an eye at the term. I continue to chew my popcorn while he wanders through my cabinets, looking for snacks. “There’s chips in the cabinet next to the fridge and sprite in there too. If you want more food order Chinese takeout.” 

“I don’t have my wallet.” I can practically hear his pout from where I sat, eyes unmoving from the TV screen. 

“You know where mine is, but you have to pay me back.” A few seconds pass with no response until suddenly he’s next to me and kissing my cheek.

“I loveeee you!” He says too sweetly, retreating back to the mini-kitchen to order takeout.

“Mhmm, I love you too.” I say, not loud enough for him to hear the confidence missing from my tone. 

Continuing to watch the episode of in front of me, I remain in my comfortable position, only moving to lift my legs when Minho comes back to sit on the couch under my legs and the blanket. 

“Oh you’re watching this one?” He asks, reaching into the bowl of popcorn I offer him.

“Yeah, didn’t have anything else to watch so I put it on since everyone seems to like it so much.” 

“Mm,” he hums while also indulging himself into the scenes playing in front of him. “You’re probably team potato guy, right?” 

“What kind of question is that? Of course I am!” I scoff.

“I don’t know, I still think she should end up with Jae-eon.”

“Are you crazy? He literally leads her on like every playboy and is ruining her mentality by not defining their relationship.” 

“Yeah, but they’re so cute together, and you can totally tell he feels something for her.” He argues.

“Just cause they’re cute together doesn’t mean they’re good for each other, the entire guy is a walking red flag, I don’t understand why she doesn’t just walk away when she’s had experience with a shit boyfriend.” I sigh.

“You, have major second lead syndrome.” He points an accusing finger at me.

“So what? It’s for good reason, the main lead is toxic as fuck and you can’t change my mind.” I upturn my nose, turning back to the TV and continuing to watch the episode. 

The mentioning of the second lead sends a flurry of thoughts into my brain for a reason I can’t comprehend. Sometimes the main leads aren’t that bad but still we want the main character to end up with the second lead, maybe out of our own natural selfishness because we prefer the second lead more. I shake the thoughts away, trying to convince myself that kdramas were only works of fiction and too cheesy to be real, yet for whatever reason I always felt a connection with the second leads, like our emotions directed to our crushes were the same, because I knew that I would always be the second lead in Minho’s story. 

Minho’s name was always called out more times than mine was growing up, which I didn’t really mind until our hangout time would be seriously cut down because he had to hang out with other friends. Don’t get me wrong, I loved that he had friends, but there was a little bit of selfishness in me that wanted him to myself.

A new drama and a few episodes later, plus Chinese takeout, lead to our eventual demise. We both fall asleep on the couch in less than comfortable positions and wake up with stiff-neck, us groaning at the pain. 

We continue on with our usual morning routines, taking turns freshening up in the bathroom before heading out for breakfast at Paws and Pastries since we were both too lazy to make food ourselves. Besides, hot coffee in the morning plus good sandwiches AND cats? What more could you ask for?

When we enter the cat cafe I notice a familiar face behind the cashier, it was the same girl Seungmin was talking to on Friday, and the same girl I caught Minho staring at. We walk up to the cashier, I order my food first, a simple breakfast sandwich with a coffee to go with it and wait next to Minho to finish ordering. 

I made the mistake up glancing up at his face as he was telling his order to her, Ahra, her name tag read. There was something in his eyes that glinted that I had never seen before, not when he talked to Han and not when he talked to me. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion in the middle of my chest before forcing myself to look back down, inserting my card and paying for everything. I sent the girl a thank you and a kind smile after she told us our food would be right over, and both me and Minho went over to our usual table in the back corner next to the cat’s jungle gym and right up next to the window. I get lost in my thoughts while we begin playing with the cats we were so accustomed to. 

Like most second leads, I knew exactly what my feelings were. I was practically an adult, how could I miss the fast beating of my heart or my clammy hands whenever I was around him? But again, like most second leads, I knew I’d never get a chance with him, not when everything we did together was purely platonic. It was painfully obvious that I’d be stuck with an unrequited love for who knows how long, and I couldn’t just detach myself from him all of a sudden to get over my feelings because a) he’d notice and force me to tell him what was wrong, ultimately leading me to tell him that I had feelings for him, and b) the moment I would come back or see him for even just a second I know I would develop those feelings all over again. Neither of which were choices I was willing to take so I suck it up and see him every day, ignoring everything my heart was telling me. 

I look up from the cat that I’m petting in my lap and look at Minho again, only to find him staring at Ahra who was taking people’s orders with a perfect pearly smile. It was in that moment that I knew, I had just found the female lead of Minho’s story.

3 weeks go by in a similar manner. Minho and I see Ahra around campus a few times and with some twisted fate, she’s on the clock every time we go to Paws and Pastries. Minho, being his smooth self, easily gets himself acquainted with her. They laugh and giggle so naturally and can slip into conversation so easily I’m almost envious of Minho and his non-introverted self. 

Not being one to try and stop fate, I watch it all happen. Telling Minho to ask her out already and teasing him about how lovesick he gets when he sees her nearby or at the cafe. I know Minho likes her when he blushes or gets defensive whenever I mention her in our conversations even though he’s never explicitly told me himself. I put on a face in front of him whenever these conversations come up, not wanting to get in the way of his happiness. 

One day some of our friends want to meet up outside of campus, we make plans to meet up at a bowling alley, ready to have fun until the late evening hours. Seungmin brought Ahra along with him, asking if it was okay to invite her since they were friends. Everyone agrees and we all meet up as planned. When everyone gets there, including Seungmin and Ahra, we introduce ourselves, Minho not having to introduce himself and easily speaking with her like they always did whenever running into each other. All the the boys have raised brows and mischievous smiles as they watch the interaction between the two, but only one looks at me in concern. 

A majority of the night passes by with laughter and teasing, how Chan was terrible at bowling this night and Minho easily beating him despite never doing too well on our previous adventures to the bowling alley. I spend the night with the rest of the boys, while Minho and Ahra spend time getting to know each other even more. There’s a point in the evening where I see Minho hold out his phone to Ahra to exchange numbers, I can hear her giggle when they take a selfie together, probably for her profile picture. I have to turn my head away quickly to ignore the cracking of my own heart when Minho puts his arm on the couch behind Ahra, he does it so naturally, yet he’s never done it with me. I will my thoughts to focus on the game and not on Minho, not noticing the same pair of concerned eyes until they speak up.

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin asks. 

“Hm? Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” My voice cracks halfway through and I try to hide my sad eyes, even though I was fully aware that Hyunjin had probably noticed that something was up.

“‘Cause you seem pretty affected by that scene over there.” He motions to Minho and Ahra with a nod of his head. 

“It’s nothing, Hyun, just nice seeing Minho talking to more people.”

“Y/n, you know he talks to people all the time, and you’re not nearly as affected then as you are now.” 

“Hyunjin, really, it’s fine.” I try to convince him but he says something that lets me know that he knows.

“You like Minho.”

“What? No that’s absurd I-“ He looks at me pointedly, and I sigh in defeat. “Yeah, okay, you got me.”

“Why don’t you say anything? Clearly it hurts you to see him like that.” He refers to Minho getting cozy with her.

“Hyunjin, it’s clear that everything we have is platonic, he even called me his sister several times. And who am I to get in the way of him getting into a relationship? That’s not my place to say anything, especially when his last girlfriend was 2 years ago.” 

“I get that, but shouldn’t he at least deserve to know? He says that he knows everything about you, but there’s one thing that he doesn't. You know practically everything about him, isn’t it a little unfair?” 

“We have choices as to what we share with each other and what we don’t, it’s his choice to tell me what he wants to and my choice to tell him what I want to tell him. Besides, he hasn’t even told me that he has a crush on Ahra yet.” 

“So maybe he doesn’t then.” 

“Hyunjin, just look at him, he’s a puppy in love.” I glance back over to Minho and Ahra sitting parallel to us. Minho is smiling brightly, more brightly than I had seen in a while and I can’t help but let my lips upturn at the corners just slightly in another sad smile. 

Hyunjin sighs next to me, and I look back to him. “I’m sorry y/n, I really wish he would end up with you instead of her, it doesn’t seem fair to you.”

“Hey, don’t say that, Ahra seems like a nice girl, she and Minho will get along great. And nothing in life is fair Hyunjin, that’s just something you come to accept.” I say, getting up. “I’m gonna get some drinks, does anyone want anything?” I ask everyone.

“Cola!” “Me too!” “Me three!” “A lemonade please.” A few of the boys shout back.

“Anything for you guys?” I turn to Minho and Ahra. They both shake their heads. “Okay then, I’ll be back in a minute guys.” I smile at the group before going to get the drinks. 

While walking away from the group I let a teardrop fall from my eye, wiping it away just before I order.

Life’s unfair, that’s just something I have to accept. 

A week goes by and Minho’s talking about how he and Ahra message often, how he thinks they get along well and he’s gonna ask her out.

Another week goes by and they’ve gone on their first date, he takes her to the beach and they have a picnic. 

Two weeks after that they’ve gone on several dates and are officially boyfriend and girlfriend, I don’t even find out separately at this point, I find out with the rest of the group over dinner.

A few days after that Minho calls off one of our late night binge watching sessions, texting me an apology and that Ahra needs him. I tell him it’s okay and to send my regards to her. 

It’s a week and half after and Minho regularly calls off our meetups at the cafe after school or at one another’s dorms to tend to Ahra. I tell him it’s fine each time and to not feel bad. He did the same today, and I sit alone at our usual table, mindlessly petting a cat in my lap while zoning out into in my mug of coffee. 

All while this happens, I watch, and I let it happen. I don’t fight for him because it didn’t feel right, sometimes second leads let their love fall for someone else, and that’s all it felt like I could do. 

Fighting for Minho felt selfish, especially when I knew I had no chance and he’d already fallen for Ahra. I couldn’t suddenly come out of the blue and tell him “hey, I have feelings for you,” when he’s already dating Ahra, I’d look like a major asshole if I did. All I could do was watch and see how we begun to drift farther and farther apart. 

With Minho being absent more often, I don’t get to tell him much. Like the internship offer I got to continue pursuing graphic design in Itaewon. I got the email almost a week ago, and I had two more weeks to decide if I was going to take the offer. With nobody to consult about it with I continue to push it to the back of my mind, not wanting to deal with more stress just yet. 

Just as I’m taking another sip of my coffee a familiar head of long blonde hair enters the cafe. My head tilts to the side in confusion as he scans the room for someone when he meets eyes with me, he makes his way over and sits in the seat in front of me and doesn’t say anything.

“You’re rarely on this side of town, why are you here?” I ask Hyunjin first.

“I heard something from Ms. Kim in our art class and needed to know if it was true.” He says seriously.

“What…” I feel like I know what he’s going to say, but I ask anyways. “What did you hear?” 

“That you were offered an internship in Itaewon.” 

“Hyunjin I-“

“Is it really true? She said you had two more weeks to decide, how come you haven’t told anybody? Does Minho know? Are you gonna leave? What about-” He begins to spurt out question after question and it’s almost too much for me to handle.

“Hyunjin!” I raise my voice just slightly to get him to stop but I have to turn it down again when the volume of my voice makes a few of the other customers’ heads turn. “Calm down, yes it’s true, yes I have two more weeks to decide if I’m going or not, I didn’t know how I would tell any of you, no, Minho doesn’t know and I don’t plan on telling him.” 

“Are you… Are you gonna take the offer?” He asks slowly.

I prop my elbows onto the table as the cat leaves my lap and my head drops into my hands as I sigh in exasperation. “I don’t know.” Tears are gathering in my eyes as I think about it. 

“Y/n, have you thought about the offer at all?” 

“Yes and no.” I don’t need to lift my head to sense Hyunjin’s confusion. “It’s hard to think about it when you’re watching your crush of 2 years date someone else while you’re also trying to finish up your senior year. But it’s also all I can think about when I’m alone, which I find myself a lot, thinking about having to find a place to live in Itaewon and transfer and mentally prepare to leave you all here, but if I don’t take it then it’ll be even harder to find an offer like this. It’s all I can think about and also something that I can’t bring myself to think about, Hyunjin.” I lift my head and my teary eyes meet his own. 

“Y/n…” His voice breaks saying my name.

“I think I’m going to take it.” I pause. “Once I finish all of my final assignments the only thing I have left to really worry about is graduating and finding a job, and I don’t think I can take watching Minho and Ahra anymore Hyun, I don’t think I can stomach it. I’m happy for them, I truly am, but it’s also affecting me and I don’t think I should ignore that anymore. If I’m in Itaewon I have a job and I won’t have to worry about feelings anymore, two birds with one stone.” 

I see the hesitancy in Hyunjin’s facial expressions before he speaks. “If that’s what you think you should do, then I’ll support you all the way. But shouldn’t you tell Minho about this?” 

“I’m not, because if I do, Minho is gonna find some way to get me to stay and I’ll crumble and stay because he affects me the most.” Hyunjin merely nods in response. “Hyunjin, you are the only one that can know about this, okay? I can’t have everyone else know this, especially Minho, okay?”

Hesitation again, and then, “Okay.” 

Hyunjin keeps his promise, he keeps the secret of me leaving from everyone. Even as graduation inches closer and our group begins to talk more about job searching, what comes next, and similar topics, the two of us keep it a secret. Whenever they asked me what I was thinking of doing next I always just told them “oh probably looking for internships nearby,” and no more questions are asked. 

Minho and Ahra were still very much in love, even more than before, if the growing absence of Minho’s presence was anything to go by. I barely saw Minho anymore, maybe catching him at the end of the hall every once in awhile, but he was always walking with Ahra so all I could say was “hello” and “goodbye.” 

Each goodbye begun to hold more and more weight as the days passed. Even the short ones I would tell Minho after passing him in the halls. I couldn’t even conjure how I would tell everyone, maybe send a letter to each of their places? A text message? Tell them after the graduation ceremony just before I left for the train station? I thought about how I would say goodbye as I begun to pack up my dorm. Graduation was nearing, I had already turned in all of my final assignments, and all there was left was to pack. I would leave after the ceremony ended, sometime in the afternoon. I wouldn’t even get the chance to properly celebrate being graduates with my friends because I was leaving in the afternoon. I’d get situated in my new apartment in Itaewon and get accustomed to new life outside of Gimpo. 

The thought of leaving panged my heart harshly, I had never left Gimpo permanently before. Sure, I had gone on trips to the US and Singapore and Seoul before, but I had never moved from Gimpo. I was born and raised in Gimpo, met Minho and all of our friends here, so the thought of moving for the first time did something to my heart. I attended all of our group hangouts with a nostalgic mindset, remembering the first time we all met, when we all got wasted one time on a Friday night after some big exam week. I look around our table of friends and think about how much I’ll miss all of this when I leave for Itaewon. 

Another thing that panged my heart, Minho and I distancing. I knew it was coming, Minho and I didn’t text or talk about hanging out anymore. He walked Ahra to her classes now, and had dates with her after class instead of meeting me at our cafe. Eventually I stopped getting apology messages, and stopped expecting him at the cafe anymore. I couldn’t blame him, Ahra was his girlfriend and I accepted that long ago. Instead I just played the supportive friend on the sidelines, and I’d continue to play that role for as long as I had to. 

It came to be the night before we graduated, and all of us minus Minho and Ahra were sat around a table in one of the restaurants we frequented, it wasn’t too late in the evening, and we all just sat in silence after finishing our food with bottles and glasses of soju now sitting in front of us. A majority of our meal was full of reminiscing, talking about memories that crack everyone up and left smiles on our faces. 

“So, we really graduate tomorrow, huh?” Changbin says when the table quiets down.

“Yeah, I guess we do.” Chan says quietly. 

My eyes tear up and I begin to sniff without control, the weight of my department tomorrow weighing heavily on my shoulders. Hyunjin puts an arm around my shoulders and gives me a tissue, whispering “it’s okay, it’s okay” to me while I try to calm down.

Everyone looks at me in confusion before Chan speaks first. “Y/n are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I just…” I trail off, not sure what to say.

“Do you want to tell them?” Hyunjin asks softly.

“Tell us what?” Seungmin says this time.

Hyunjin looks to me first before nodding, and I begin to spill my secret. “I got an internship offer.” 

The table erupts in cheers and I get congratulations thrown back at me before I can even continue.

“But…” Immediately everyone silences and looks to me in expectation. “It’s in Itaewon.” 

There’s a tense air that falls around us. “What?” Felix says in disbelief.

“You’re not leaving us, right Noona?” Jeongin asks from another part of the table. 

I look to Jeongin with sad eyes, smiling sadly. “I leave tomorrow, after our graduation ceremony.” There’s some gasps around the table.

“What?! Y/n, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Changbin blows up and Chan has to place a hand on his shoulder to restrain him.

“I didn’t want every time we met leading up to graduation to feel like a goodbye, Bin, I couldn’t handle that. So I kept it from you all so there wasn’t this tension every time we met.” I explained.

“Does Minho know?” Seungmin asks this time, and I shake my head.

“Y/n…” Han says worriedly.

“Guys, I know I’m not the only one that’s noticed that me and Minho aren’t that close anymore, so I haven’t really gotten the chance to tell him. But I told Hyunjin this a long time ago, that I wouldn’t tell Minho specifically, because there’s some things that I need to figure out and if I told him he’d find some way to keep me from going, or even worse, follow me. At least with Ahra by his side he won’t follow me to Itaewon.” There’s nods all around the table, understanding where I’m coming from.

“We’re gonna miss you a lot.” Felix sniffs and I coo, getting up from my seat to wrap my arms around him from behind. 

“I’m gonna miss you all too.” I sniff with him, a few tears escaping my eyes. 

Chan comes to join our hug, then Han, then Jeongin, and soon enough everyone has joined the group hug with me in the middle. All of us are crying, and I had never felt more loved than that moment. 

Eventually we break away from the hug and return to our seats, everyone dabbing at their eyes with tissues and sniffing. 

“Let’s all stop crying, tonight is a night to celebrate, all of us graduate tomorrow, and our dear Y/n got an internship offer in a big city!” Han holds up a drink and we all do the same, cheering and clinking our glasses together and celebrating the night away. 

The next morning I get ready for graduation early, putting on my makeup and doing my hair, and sending a message. 

to: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

hey, can you meet me at p&p in thirty?

My heart picks up the pace as I send the message, I didn’t expect him to answer so quickly yet his message pings my phone within 2 minutes. 

from: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

sure, i can be there

to: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

sweet, i’ll see you there

I turn my phone off and take a deep breath, we still had a few hours before we had to be at the school for our graduation ceremony, I’d have to leave just a few minutes after the ceremony ended which wouldn’t give me enough time to tell Minho, so, I made the painful decision the night before to tell him in the morning. I’d do it in our favorite spot in the corner of our favorite cat cafe, tell him the news slowly and hope that he takes it well. 

I leave my house and 15 minutes later I’m in our usual booth, my coffee order sitting in front of me and the cats all wandering around as there weren’t too many people since it was relatively early in the morning. I already bought Minho his typical Iced Americano and it sat in front of me, awaiting it’s owner. 

10 minutes later Minho arrives and makes his way to the table, sitting in front of me, smiling, unknowing of what’s about to happen. 

“Hey.” I smile at him.

“Hey you.” He smiles back brightly. “Sorry I couldn’t see you guys last night, I took Ahra out for dinner last night on a date.”

“It’s completely alright, how are you guys?” 

“Pretty good, things are going okay right now.” He answers.

“That’s good.” Nervously I take a sip of my macchiato in front of me, my leg bouncing in anxiety. 

“Y/n? Is everything alright? Your leg’s bouncing pretty fast right now.” Curse Minho and the fact that he knows so much about me, he reaches out for my wrist and checks my pulse, quickly noticing how fast it’s beating as his brows furrow in confusion. 

“Minho, there’s something I need to tell you.” I say, retracting my wrist from his grip. He doesn’t answer me but instead tilts his head like a cat does when it looks at its owner questionably. “I’m leaving.” 

“What?” He asks.

How could one look so endearing, head tilted and eyes full of emotion as I break the news to him? I ask myself. “I got an internship offer for a company in Itaewon, I accepted it and I’m leaving for Itaewon, today.” 

“You’re leaving today?” He says in disbelief, sounding out of breath.

I nod and continue. “After the graduation today I have to catch my bus. I didn’t have any other time to tell you so I had to tell you now.” 

“You’re… You’re just telling me now? Do the others know about this?” 

“I only told them last night.”

“You couldn’t have thought of telling me sooner?” He starts to get angry.

“Minho I-“

“What happened to telling me everything, huh? What happened to when we used to know everything about each other?”

“Minho, those days are long behind us, you have bigger priorities now, like putting your focus on your girlfriend, Minho. I couldn’t tell you because I knew you’d do something rash, and I didn’t even tell the others until last night because I knew every time we’d see each other it would be like preparing for the day I leave. You and Ahra have something so great going on for the two of you right now and telling you that I was leaving would take you away from that, and I can’t do that to you or her. Ahra is an amazing girl, and you have her now.”

“Will you at least visit?” His eyes are full of tears, some of the first I’ve seen in years and I hate that I’m the cause of it. 

“I don’t know yet, there’s some things I need to figure out myself first, before I can visit. But at some point maybe I will, when I’ve figured things out I’ll try visiting from time to time.” I offer him a sad smile. 

After a few moments of silence I get up from my seat. 

“We still have a graduation left, Min, I’ll still see you then.” I ruffle his hair and walk out of the cafe, no more secrets but one weighing down on my chest. 

The Graduation ceremony passes by in a blur. One moment we were listening to the speeches of each of the professors and the next we were tossing our caps into the air, cheering as we became alumni of our university. 

Our friend group met up in the front of the school, taking pictures with our parents and congratulating each other. Eventually, the time comes and I have to go. 

Our group stands in a circle, unmoving, as we all look at each other. 

“I’m gonna miss all of you so much.” I say in tears as my voice breaks.

“We’re gonna miss you too, Y/n.” Hyunjin says. At his words everyone gathers into a group hug full of tears and the weight of a goodbye on our shoulders. 

“You better promise to visit us, okay?” Felix holds me by the shoulders and makes a point to look me in the eye. Not trusting my voice, I nod and he brings me into one more hug. 

I hug each of them individually, saying a few words, before I reach the last person. 

I hug Minho and look into his eyes for the last time for a while.

“I’ll miss you.” He whispers.

“Me too.” And that’s all I can say. 

I leave the campus for the last time, hopping in my car to head to the station and start anew.

Second leads always leave in the end, they leave and let the two main leads have a happy ending. That’s what it felt like I was doing, and I couldn’t tell if I was content with my choice or not. 

Two and a half months in Itaewon passes quickly. 

The move into my new apartment was smooth, and it was odd to be in a bigger space than a small dorm room. It felt like I had more space than I knew what to do with. 

My internship was moving along smoothly as well, everyone I had met so far were really kind and taught me a lot. I was worried about feeling out of place but I had met a few other girls not much older than me who helped me feel at home. 

Being alone in a big city was unnerving, but what made it so much more comfortable was the addition of a cat that my parents had bought me as my graduation gift. She was a chartreux cat who I named Luna because I had always dreamed of naming my first cat that. My parents covered most of the costs of basic things like cat toys, a scratch post, her bed, and similar things. I thanked my parents endlessly when they came over to my apartment a week after I had moved in and gave me Luna. I wasn’t gone for too long during the day and always left food for her, she was great company when I came home and worked on projects late into the evening, curling up into my lap like the cats at the old cafe used to. She was my best friend in a city I was still getting accustomed to. 

I hadn’t talked to the guys much, I’d talked with them a few times in the group chat about how their job searches were going and trips they were planning to take soon. It was nice talking with them every so often but all of us were still pretty busy moving onto the next chapter of our lives. 

I hadn’t talked to Minho since I left, I’d assumed that he and Ahra were doing well, but that’s all that was, assumption. None of the boys talked about him and I couldn’t understand why, but I never asked since I was supposed to be moving on from my feelings in the first place. I thought I had been doing pretty well until something would come up that reminded me of him, like his favorite song would play in the cafe I bought my morning coffee in and spent my breaks at, or snapchat would send me “Today, 1 year ago” memories of him and me fooling around at Paws and Pastries. Whenever that would happen I’d be sent back to square one, and it felt like I’d never move on from Minho. 

I was on my way out to grab a coffee and spend my off day walking around, maybe looking into a few shops when I got a call from Hyunjin.

“Y/n! My favorite girl, how are you?”

“Hyunjin? What’s with the call?”

“What? Can I not call my friends from time to time?”

“Not when you’re notorious for calling your ‘friends’ after you’ve done something wrong.” I sigh.

“That was one time! Besides, it wasn’t that bad.”

“You dragged Jeongin to a party! And got him wasted!” 

“One. Time. Y/n. It was one time.”

“One time is enough for you to be in trouble for life, Hyun.”

“Okay, whatever, but I was meaning to ask you, what’re your plans for today?” 

“Me? I was just planning to go out, today’s my day off so I was gonna visit this one cafe and see some shops, why?” 

“No reason, what time do you think you’ll be home?” 

“Maybe five?”

“Great, okay, I have to go now, Han’s calling me, bye!” Hyunjin hangs up before I can ask him what’s with the weird questions.

“Hyunjin- Oh great he hung up.” I put my phone in my pocket before looking down at Luna who’s stretching near my legs. “Your uncle Hyunjin is quite the odd one, isn’t he Luna, hm?” I ask her and she meows back in response. “Weird indeed, but that’s just how he is. Mommy’s gonna spend her day out and then she’ll come home and we can watch the TV together, okay? I’ll be home soon.” I pick up Luna and set her on her little bed before ensuring everything is safe and make my way out the door. 

I spend the day eating at a large cat cafe that actually had an assortment of books with little reading areas while the cats roamed around everywhere. It was much bigger than the cafe in Gimpo, but I would always correlate that one with home. 

After I spent a bit of time reading there I went out and explored the shops for a few hours, bought some new jeans and a few blouses plus some makeup things. I got Subway for lunch and explored just a little bit more before heading home. Instead of going straight home, I decided to take the long way, going through the streets not minding the extra weight the few shopping bags I was holding in my hands gave me. The sun was just barely beginning to set as I walked into my apartment complex, getting into the elevator and pressing the button for my floor. 

I walk down the hallway to my door and am surprised when a familiar figure greets me there. 

“Minho?” I say as I walk closer. 

“Y/n!” He says happily, bringing me into a hug. 

“What are you doing here? Actually- Wait- Don’t answer that, do you wanna come inside?” I ask him.

“Sure.” He responds. 

I unlock the door and bring my bags in, setting them by the door. “Luna! Mommy’s home!” I call out automatically.

Luna meows and comes out of the bedroom, walking her way up to me before I pick her up. 

“You got a cat?” Minho asks.

“Yeah, parents brought her to me about a week after I moved in.” I put Luna back down and she moves to sit on the arm of the couch, her favorite spot to sit when the sun goes down.

“And you named her Luna,” He smiles fondly. “You always wanted to name your cat Luna.” 

“I’m surprised you remember that.” I chuckle. “Do you want some coffee?” 

“Sure.” 

“I’ll get that brewing, just give me a few minutes, you can take a seat on the couch and make yourself at home!” I tell him as I quickly retreat to the kitchen.

I have to take a few breaths when I’m far away enough from Minho, my heart beating just as fast as it would when I was around him back then. It was clear I hadn’t moved on at all. 

I brew the coffee as promised and wait next to the coffee machine with two mugs ready. A voice chimes in behind me.

“Your place is much bigger than the dorms.” He chuckles.

“Tell me about it, it was so weird buying more furniture than I was used to.” I laugh with him. 

The machine finishes brewing the coffee and I pour it into the two mugs, putting it on a tray with creamer and sugar before bringing it all to the coffee table in front of the couch. 

Minho and I take seats on the couch, separated by a bit of space between us while we sip on our respective mugs.

“So,” I start the conversation. “How’s home?” 

“Not too bad, same old same old, the guys being annoying as usual, you know?” He says.

“Sounds fun.” I chuckle. “And work, have you found anything yet?” 

“Not yet, I’ve got a few applications out, but I’m still waiting on some answers.”

“I’m sure you’ll get them soon.” I respond. 

An uncomfortable silence sets over the both of us, and I run my free hand through Luna’s fur who’s situated herself in my lap this time. I take a long sip of my coffee before asking another question.

“How’s… How are you and Ahra?” 

“Oh…” He trails off. “We broke up a few weeks ago.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that…” I had no idea that he and Ahra had broken up, in fact that was the completely opposite of what I thought had happened since they seemed to work together so well. 

“Yeah, it was a mutual thing. We didn’t really feel that kind of connection anymore, you know? So we just, broke it off.” 

“Are you okay?” I ask Minho.

“Me? Yeah, I’m actually not as affected as I thought I’d be, I don’t know if that makes me a cruel person or not but I was only sad for the first week or two. Nothing too bad.” 

“I see.” Another silence settles between us. This one is longer, more tense, there was something Minho wanted to ask but he wasn’t sure, and I couldn’t depict what question he was going to ask.

“Actually, I came her for a reason.” He says.

“And what reason is that?” I ask hesitantly.

“For answers.” My brows furrow, answers for what? “There’s something Hyunjin told me recently and it got me thinking, and I wanted to hear it from you if it was true.”  

I finish my coffee and place it down delicately on the coffee table, trying not to show how nervous I was with how badly my hands were shaking. “I’ll see if I have answers for you then.” 

“When you told me you were leaving, you said you had some, things, to figure out on your own. What was it that you had to figure out?” 

I take a moment to decide exactly how I was going to answer his question. Did I want to expose my feelings to him just yet? “Just, feelings.” I say vaguely.

“For?”

“Just feelings for somebody.”

“Is it Hyunjin?”

“No.”

“Chan?”

“Nope.”

“Changbin?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Me?”

I pause for just a half second, and apparently that was all Minho needed. “I guess Hyunjin’s big mouth was right after all.”

“Wait- What? What are you talking about?” 

Minho takes a long sip of his coffee before finishing letting out a sigh after swallowing, he slowly sets the mug on the table before making direct eye contact with me and silently killing me with the suspense. “Minho please just say something you’re killing me here.”

He only chuckles in response. “Hyunjin told me not too long ago that you took up the offer to work here because you were going to sort out your feelings, for me.” He says sweetly as I suck in a breath at his last words. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Minho-“

“Now now, Y/n, we shouldn’t hide things from each other anymore, should we?” His sweet, sultry voice was affecting me greatly as he leaned closer to me on the couch. I gulp and silently curse when Luna, the only thing keeping me sane, leaves the comfort of my lap for her scratch-post. 

“Minho…” I let out quietly.

“Tell me, Kitten, is it true?” He asks once again. 

“I-“ My voice catches in my throat when Minho leans in ever nearer, still making direct eye-contact with me. “Yes, it is.” I sigh out and Minho backs away. 

“He was right.” Minho whispers while my gaze drops to my hands that I fiddle with in my lap at the secret that’s let out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry.” I whisper.

“Why are you sorry darling?” He asks softly and uses his thumb and forefinger to tilt my head up by my chin. 

“I couldn’t tell you because I knew you didn’t feel the same, and then when you got together with Ahra we drifted apart because it hurt me to see you with her. Then I left and told you about me leaving so last minute. I made you cry, Minho, and I hate that I did. But I couldn’t see any other way out of it. I hurt you because I was cowardly and didn’t want to be selfish by telling you and having your attention move off of Ahra, when I was really being selfish by not telling you and hurting you in the end.” More tears escape my eyes as we look at each other.

“Princess, no…” He cups my face with his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “I’ll admit, it did hurt when you told me that you were leaving the day of, but I understood where you were coming from. Because you were right, I would have done something crazy to keep you by my side. Do you know why?” He asks, and I shake my head, still crying. “Because I need you by my side, kitten, even when I was dating Ahra I felt off but just didn’t pay any mind to it because I had her. But now I know it’s because you and I were drifting apart, I found out when after you left and me and Ahra broke up because I felt empty. I couldn’t text you to just come over anymore because you’re farther away from me now. I lied earlier, I said that I sent out some applications for jobs but didn’t get any answers yet, right?” I nod. “I got offered a job as a software engineer, here, in Itaewon, and I said yes.” 

“Why?” I whisper.

“Because I want to be near you, I need to be by your side Y/n, because I love you.” I let out a sob at his confession and he coos, bringing me to rest my head on his chest and rubbing his hands on my back and running them through my hair. 

“I love you too.” I say after a few minutes. 

Minho brings me out of his hold, and cups my face again. For the first time, he kisses me. His lips brush over mine before deepening the kiss, taking full charge of it yet somehow still being soft with me. His kisses were nothing short of addicting, and I knew I’d be in love with him for a long time. 

In that moment, kissing the man of my dreams, I remember that it may be rare that a second lead gets their own happy ending, but it’s not unheard of. Sometimes the main lead and second lead do end up with their own happily ever after. 

Notes from the author: I have FINALLY posted something y’all 😂 took a few months but she’s here, and she’s dishing out something at least. I don’t know how often I’ll be posting again, esp with school and whatnot, but I do know I need to drain out my drafts because phew, it’s getting a little full in there. 

But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this fic! I’m pretty sure it’s one of the longest I’ve written if not the longest. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad, I’m probably a little rusty but we can fix that (i think)

if you want more I still have my old stuff up on my masterlist on my account! hope to see you around :))

-nyx

[vanillanaps]

Bestie we became friends while discussing our love for dbf!bucky and I just think we should revisit that to celebrate your 500 followers, you know what I mean?? For old times sake……….idk maybe something soft like “I have to leave but you won’t keep pulling me back in bed” or maybe something a little sexy like “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day and I just have to do something about it” idk man the choice is yours!!!!!

Yes we should revisit because dbf!bucky is just 🥴 I think I’ll do the first one cause it’s so cute 😭

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Your giggled echoed throughout the room as Bucky rolled on top of you, kissing you all over your face and neck, “Buck..Baby, I have to go..”

He groaned, “I don’t want you to go.”

“You’re such a baby.” You laughed, rolling him off of you. You went to make your way out of bed, but was stop by Bucky grabbing your waist and pull you on top of him this time, “Bucky! I’ll only be gone for an hour!”

“Why be gone for an hour when you can just stay?” He asked you, wrapping his arms around your waist looking up at you, “Stay..” He repeated before pulling you in for a kiss. You leaned into it, wrapping your arms around his neck as your kissed him back. Lips smacking together, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as Bucky’s hands roamed your body.

You pulled away to catch your breath as he kissed down your neck, “Buck, if I cancel on my dad again he’ll think somethings wrong.” You tried explaining, but he wasn’t listening. Instead, Bucky was focused on sucking that weak spot on your neck and squeezing you ass, “Bucky..” You called again, leaning away from his hold and finally gaining his attention as he followed you backwards.

“No, no, no.” He chanted.

You laughed as you kept leaning back, trying to escape his hold, but you knew he wouldn’t let go, “If you let me go, I’ll do that thing you like when I get back.”

Everything paused for moment, “What thing?”

“You know what thing!” Running your hands through his hair, still laughing at his clinging onto you before he finally groaned, letting you go and falling back into the bed. You gave him one last kiss, finding your way out the bed before he’d trap you there again, “I’ll be back in a hour, Bucky, I promise!”

“I’m not moving til you come back!” He shouted back, sighing once he heard you leave the apartment.

One minute down, 59 more to go

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

BESTIES!! PART 10 IS A HOT ONE!! Enjoy reading it as much as I did while writing it (and re-reading it because its probs one of my fav parts of the whole series) Love Always, Steph xx

Part 10 | parte dieci

warnings; heavy-petting, almost-smut, and a hot jack grealish - read at your own risk ;) word count; 2469. writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. next update; Monday 16/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)! tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

Longing glances and shy smiles. That  was how Amelia and Ben both spent the next morning at Cobham together, prior to travelling to Stamford Bridge for the fourth match of the season against Aston Villa. The two had spent the rest of the evening relaxing on the couch; no additional kisses were shared between them as they had both agreed to keep things friendly, and no matter how hard Ben tried, Amelia had no intentions of going any further just yet. She had admitted to him something that she had never uttered out loud before: she still needed to work out how to exist without Fede.

While their situationship had been as unconventional as it was, it was still something that Amelia had grown to live with and love. Fede’s personality was unlike no other she had come across, perhaps closest to that of Jack Grealish. Friendly, flirtatious, charming, to the point where she found herself blushing sometimes - not many people had been able to make her shy enough to blush, but Fede had, and now Jack was too.

hot boy grealish

mornin mils, can’t wait to see ya today.

I’ll be the hot one with the good hair and even better ass.

hot gal mils

morning my dear jacky, looking forward to seeing you too.

Is Tyrone not playing?

His bum has always been my fav bum to stare at.

hot boy grealish

cut it out, you.

Banter-filled texts had been a constant stream of entertainment throughout the days leading up to the match. Jack has been preparing Amelia for the possibility of her losing, constantly picking on the girl for being an overachiever and saying that she needs to be brought down a few pegs, having been quite some time since her team had lost a match. Amelia however, with enough self-confidence to rival that of the villa boy, wouldn’t even let him finish his sentences. Far too superstitious for that to happen.

The girl believed in superstitions, and she was not about to tempt her fate. She even went so far as to have her family name and a small Italian flag embroidered onto the inside of her collar of every polo shirt she would wear for match days. She did it at Juventus and organised for it to be done to her new Chelsea uniform. It was a personal choice, something that happened to run in her family also, her father and brother also having the White family name stitched to the inside of their kit. It was a way of keeping them all tied together, no matter what side of the pitch they were on. The Italian flag was there to remind her of all that the country had given her: her grandparents and a chance to be brilliant at what she loves most.

Arriving at Stamford Bridge off of the team bus, Jorgi had insisted she sitwith him and they spoke exclusively in Italian for the 30-odd minute drive from Cobham. Despite Amelia purchasing a new car a few days prior, Jorgi insisted they continue to carpool. It worked out well because now Amelia wouldn’t have to catch the team bus back to the training ground after the match. She had spent the better part of an hour out on the pitch with some of the boys, running through the plays she had in mind before she ushered them back into the changeroom, allowing the Aston Villa men to have their time out on the grass.

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“I would know that bum anywhere.”

“Hello Jack, nice to see you too. I’ve been well thanks, so has my bum. I’ll let my face know you said hello, too,” I spoke as I stood up from my crouched position, where I had been tying my laces.

“Just kiddin love, actually no I'm not - I love your bum. But I am happy to see your beautiful face too!” Jack spoke, as he pulled me into a hug - wrapping both of his arms around my head, effectively pushing me further into his chest.

“You saw my face a couple days ago when we were on FaceTime!”

“I saw your bum a few days ago on FaceTimetoo, doesn’t mean I'm not happy to see it!”

“So that's why you like helping me do my laundry, so you can see my backside as I reach into the machine!”

“Now I’m not a religious man, but I have prayed to God a few times that you drop a sock or two riiiiiiight in front of the camera.” He laughed back at my shocked expression.

“Jack! You are ridiculous! Stop being such a perv! No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend” I play-shouted at him as I smacked him with my rolled up matchday program.

“I’m holding out for you, my love.”

“Always the joker, Jack. Get out there and prepare for the worst match of your season.”

“Dream on Mils, we’ve got this in the bag.”

“Sure thing Jacky, sure thing.”

I walked further up the tunnel towards the changeroom, getting ready to deliver my strategy talk to the boys.

“Stop looking at my ass, Grealish!” I shouted without turning around. The boisterous laugh that followed my exclamation was enough to know that I was correct. I didn’t need to turn around to be able to predict what the laddish lad was already doing.

60 minutes of football later.

Amelia was correct in saying that Chelsea were going to win the match, her quiet confidence only getting louder and louder as each premier league match went on. She was apprehensive at first to see if her tactics were going to work in the Prem, or if there was to be some compromise on skill due to the fast-paced nature of the game. So far, however, the Chelsea men were quick learners and even quicker to execute.

One thing she wasn’t prepared for, however, was the absolute worldie that Jack had scored just before half-time at the Bridge. There was an element of familiarity in his goal, recognising the play as one of her own. A small smile crossed  her face after he scored, running to celebrate with the away fans before jogging down past the bench and mouthing a quick “all you baby” at her as he moved back into position. She must have told him about it back when she was in Italy, knowing that there was no chance she would have exchanged her trade secrets to an enemy in the same league. It warmed her to know he paid enough attention to her to be able to practice that on his own with his team and execute it flawlessly in a live game.

What Amelia also wasn’t prepared for was for anyone else to recognise the play. Behind her on the bench sat an oddly-inquisitive Ben. He saw the tactic as it was playing out, recognising the run that Jack had to make to put himself in the box at the exact moment that John McGinn crossed the ball. Better yet, he saw Jack run down the sideline, nowhere near where he should have been, and mouth those words to Amelia. He wanted to know what was going on, was that why she wasn’t ready to commit to him?

Later that same evening.

After a hot shower, Amelia was curled up on the couch, ready to continue the docuseries she was watching the night before when she had an unexpected visitor pop round and confess his feelings to her. Thinking back on the night prior, she was happy that things ended up working out the way they did. Of course she wasn’t exactly thrilled with just how they happened but she could forgive the sweet boy. His intentions were pure and that's not something she was used to. It made her giddy to think about him, and about where things may go in the future.

A ring of her doorbell, almost to the exact hour that it had the night prior, made her get off her couch and walk down the small hall to the front door with a smirk on her face. Expecting to see the same brown-haired, blue-eyed boy that seemed to enjoy ringing her bell after hours. What she saw on the other side, however, was not what she was expecting.

“Jack, what on bloody God’s earth are you doing here?! You should be halfway back to Birmingham by now!”

“Are you gonna let me in love, it’s bloody cold out ‘ere tonight. Come on, shove over,” The slightly-less-than-6-foot-tall footballer commandeered her hallway, shutting the door behind him and locking it. This,  coupled with his overnight duffle bag hanging off his shoulder let Amelia know that he had no other plans but to stay with her.

“Sure, Jack, I suppose you can come in and spend the night crashing in my spare room.”

“Now now, don’t pretend that you’re not happy to see me, love. And a spare room? I believe you promised me a cuddle.”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at the charming young man. Feeling the blush start to spread from her chest up her neck and across her cheeks, she quickly turned and walked into her kitchen, calling out over her shoulder to ask if he wanted a cup of tea. Feeling a sense of deja vu from the night before, she shook her head and reminded herself that this is nothing like the night before. How could it have been - there was no kissing involved.

“Was that a blush I saw? Do I make you nervous, Amelia?” Somehow, Jack had moved to be right behind the girl at her kitchen counter. Hands on her hips, chest to her back, lips to her ear. Amelia felt herself freeze, and then relax into his hands.

“Jack, please, I don’t think we should do this.”

“Why not, Mils? You can feel it, too. The tension through the screen’s enough to force me into a cold shower most nights.”

And just like the night before, the whistle of the kettle was the only piercing sound resonating around the townhouse. Whilst all she saw was truth behind Ben’s eyes, Jack's eyes were clouded with lust and affection. Just once, she could give in, right?

Leaning her head back to rest on his right shoulder, he attached his lips to the left side of her neck. Hands rolling from the side of her hips, to underneath her shirt, feeling the small navel piercing between his fingers and smirking.

“Didn’t take you for being the kind of girl to have a piercing, Mils,” He spoke into her collarbone, a small nip to the sensitive skin as the girl continued to focus on her breathing.

“Piercings, Jack. I have more than one” She breathlessly spoke, knowing exactly what she was doing now. The admission of having more than one piercing that he could not see was all of the consent Jack needed to continue his exploration of her body.

“Are you going to let me see them, darling?”

“If you’re lucky.”

“I’d say I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now, especially in this position.”

She was unsure how it had happened, but Jack had pressed her further into the countertop. With her back still to his chest, his waist was at the perfect height to press into the small of her back. His leg had settled between both of her own and his hands had found the bottom of her bralette and were gently caressing her rib cage, desperate to get closer to where he presumed her other piercing was.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Jack,” she breathed out into the air, hot air escaping her lungs to resemble what she felt brewing in the pit of her stomach. Desire.

“Why the bloody hell not?” he mumbled into her sweet spot, where her jaw met her neck.

“Because I've been here before. This is bad.” With her eyes shut, he continued his way down her neck. The fabric of her top shifted so he could slide one of her straps down her arm.

“If it's bad, why does it feel so good? '' Whilst his lips got to work on her collarbone, and his hand was busy toying with the elastic line of her bralette, his other hand began to fiddle with her fingers. Entwining them with his own, the kind of strength she needed to feel to make her next decisions.

Pushing back off of the counter, meaning her ass had pushed right into the part of his body where he wanted her most, Amelia turned around and faced Jack. The two stood there, slightly panting, staring at each other. Amelia being the kind of girl that she is, decided that she wanted to have a little slice of the dominance pie. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted the bottom of her t-shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor, that second piercing now very clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her bralette.

“Come on Jack, aren’t you an athlete? What’s got you so out of breath? I thought you’d be able to last a little longer than some heavy petting.” She taunted at the smirking man, wanting nothing more than to mess up his hair as he nestled himself between her thighs. That's exactly the position that they found themselves in not more than 5 minutes later, this time upstairs in her bedroom.

Throughout the multiple rounds of passion that the two so-called friends shared that night, not once had their lips touched. Of course, her lips had touched parts of him and he had definitely been all over a completely different set of lips a few times (and from a few different positions), but face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose - their lips had never met. That told Amelia enough to set her anxiety on fire. Had she just gotten involved with a carbon-copy of the man she left behind in Italy?

The regret seeped through her bones and settled into her heart by the time that the Villa boy had fallen asleep next to her. What had she done? This was not the girl Amelia wanted to be anymore. She was done being the girl that was loved only when the lights went out. She wanted love under the sun, she wanted breakfast by the river, double dates, family parties. She wanted the kind of love that you could never try and hide even if you wanted to. She knew that this wasn’t what Jack was able to offer her. She was grateful for their friendship, she truly was, he made her laugh more than most people but for the first time in a very long time, she was certain that that's all she wanted from him.

Part 11. | parte undicesima

[cobrakaisb]

my ex’s best friend

this imagine is based off of my ex’s best friend by machine gun kelly and blackbear, but it doesn’t exactly follow the concept of the song. anyways enjoy besties! 

summary: you’re tory’s best friend who used to have a fling with hawk. suddenly the two of you meet again because he’s her boyfriend’s best friend. (warning: swearing, making out and references to having sex)

word count: 1,154 (including the song lyrics)

you know my ex, so that makes it all feel complicated, yeah. it all seems complicated. i read those texts that you sent to yours but i'll never say it, yeah. i’ll never say it. 

“come on hawk it’ll be fun,” miguel said, trying to convince his best friend to come. hawk just glared at the boy, causing him to let out a sigh. “look she’s tory’s friend. besides you're looking for a new girlfriend, she’s looking for a boyfriend, this could be a perfect match.” “alright fine i’ll go and meet this chick, but i’m not making any promises,” hawk explained, grabbing his red jacket to leave the house with miguel. 

you walked in my life at two am, cause my boy’s new girl is your best friend. act like you don’t see me, we’ll play pretend. your eyes already told me what you never said. 

the two arrived in his black jeep to see tory talking with another girl. “miguel!” tory shouted as he exited the car. she ran over to him, pulling him into a kiss. hawk looked over at the other girl sitting there and his eyes widened. out of all the people tory could be friends with, it had to be you, his ex. “y/n come here!” tory called and you warily walked over to the two boys. “this is my boyfriend miguel and his best friend hawk,” tory introduced them. miguel smiled kindly at you and you smiled back, shaking his hand. 

“nice to meet you miguel,” you said, completely ignoring hawk, but you didn’t have to say anything. hawk already knew what you were thinking just by looking at him. your eyes were full of regret, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t regret letting you go either. the both of you had agreed that it was just going to be a fling, nothing more, but the second hawk felt himself catching feelings, he pulled away. now that you were here in front of him for a second time, he wasn’t planning on pulling away.  

now we’re in the back seat of the black car going home when she asked me, “is it wrong if i come up with you?” we’re both drunk on the elevator when i kiss you for the first time since new york city. 

it all happened so fast, one moment you were sitting around drinking with tory, miguel and hawk. then the next you and hawk were making out in the back seat of his black jeep. his hands tangled in your hair while your fingers ran up and down his abs. “we can’t do this here,” you mumbled as he placed kisses along your jaw. “then come back to my place, unless that’s too weird,” he mumbled, pulling away from you. you bit your lip, debating on whether or not it was a smart choice for you to go back to his place with him. “alright,” you finally answered, pulling his lips back down to yours. 

i swear to god, i never fall in love. then you showed up and i can't get enough of it. i swear to god, i never fall in love. i never fall in love but i can’t get enough of it. 

you had no idea what you were doing running around with hawk. you knew that he wasn’t going to fall in love with you, it’s not something that he did anymore, well not since moon anyways. yet, here the two of you were, making out in some secluded corner of golf n’ stuff where tory and miguel wanted to hang out. “we really have to stop,” you said once the two of you broke apart. “then let’s stop,” hawk replied, removing his hands from your waist. you quickly held them in place, “but i can’t get enough of you,” you continued, placing a kiss on his jaw.

first off im not sorry, i want to apologize to nobody. you play like im invisible, girl don’t act like you ain’t saw me. 

“if you want to have a thing you could at least acknowledge me in public,” you huffed, grabbing a soda from the drink cooler. “i thought you wanted to stop,” hawk replied, a teasing smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes at him because the both of you knew that you hadn’t meant it. you turned to walk away, but hawk grabbed your arm. “look, last year was a mess, and i how acted was beyond me,” he explained. “but the past still revolves me, hawk. just know that if you text me, i ain’t responding,” you said, moving to walk away. “but now shit’s changed, y/n,” he continued trying to persuade you. “yeah, it has. so let’s just go our separate ways,” you answered, walking away from him. 

but look at this damage you did to me. i still want nothing to do between you and me. please don't say nothing at all sounds so true to me, we don’t got nothing to say.   

“i thought you wanted to go out separate ways,” hawk teased, as you pulled his shirt off. you scoffed, “shut up and kiss me.” he smirked at you before pulling you into a heated kiss. “i really don’t want anything to do with you,” you said when you separated. “but?” he prompted, only for you to stay quiet. “alright then,” he answered, before placing his lips back on yours in a passionate kiss. 

i swear to god, i never fall in love. then you showed up and i can't get enough of it. i swear to god, i never fall in love. i never fall in love but i can’t get enough of it. 

“y/n!” hawk called you over to him. “what?” you asked when he approached you. “alright don’t give me an attitude, princess,” he replied, causing you to roll your eyes. “anyways,” he started, his tone becoming serious. “i want to give us a try,” he continued. you raised your eyebrows at him, uncertainty written all over your face. “are you serious?” you asked cautiously. hawk grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers, “one hundred percent,” he answered. you smiled brightly at him, “okay let’s do it,” you answered. 

you know my ex, so that makes it all feel complicated, yeah. it all seems complicated. i read those texts that you sent to yours but i'll never say it, yeah. i’ll never say it. 

“so you and y/n, huh?” miguel asked hawk the next day at karate practice. “yeah man. we’re official,” he answered. “you’re dating her?” tory asked, appalled at this new information that she was receiving. “yeah tory. so what if she's my ex, and your best friend?” hawk questioned. “that makes things kinda complicated,” aisha butted in. “oh well,” hawk said, shrugging her worries off, a small smile on his face at the thought of you. 

[a-dorin]

"it's not a big deal"

pairing: professor!maul x fem!reader

word count: 2.022k

warnings: alcohol use, drinking, swearing, flirting, sexual harassment, slight age gap (no romance yet), sexual tension, mentions of student/professor relationship, 18+

a/n: i do not own the gif below! this takes place between ardor and tempestuous, which are chapters one and two. also i hope y'all enjoy how hot maul is in this like i did ;)

“how many times do i have to tell you this? professor kenobi is banging that hot political science professor. that blonde one.”

“nice word choice hardcase,” a platinum blonde snorts, bringing a cup to his lips, “i think you mean professor kenobi might be having sexual relations with professor satine.”

“isn’t she the pacifist or something?” another voice chirps, “a few of my friends have taken her classes. they’ve all said the same thing about her.”

“and that is?” the blonde arches a brow, his voice raised to a shout over the music.

“do we really have to talk about professors and class right now? shouldn’t we be celebrating our survival of the first week of classes?”

“and so she speaks!” hardcase bursts into a fit of laughter, taking another swig of his bottle, “sorry, you just hadn’t spoken in a while. i thought you went out to the dance floor or something.”

swiveling your head, your eyes dart over to the corner of the car, nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of the mass of students, bodies pressed together, sweat plastering their bodies and clothes. why were some of them wearing jeans in august? surely they were overheated, the air muggy and thick. summer in coruscant was awful, even if the sun was well set.

the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air, almost clouding over your booth. shaking your head, your gaze falls on hardcase, his eyes glinting with the promise of more teasing, “i would rather not be included in the student body orgy.”

“everyone must be took drunk to care that they’re getting showered in sweat,” rex mutters, “tup, do you know what time coach buir said we had practice?”

“i think he mentioned something about weights at five,” a new voice remarks, flicking a water drop at hardcase, “that means if we leave now, we’ll all be getting about four and a half hours of sleep.”

“here we go,” hardcase lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes, “typical wolffe. always gotta ruin the fun.”

“i’m just trying to look out for your dumbass because i know you’re going to bitch about it tomorrow morning. i’d rather not run laps in the morning either for any tardiness. you know how much coach hates when we’re late,” wolffe growls, before taking a glance at his phone, “i don’t know about you guys, but i’m going to be responsible and head out now.”

beside you, rex mumbles a strand of curses under his breath, leaning his head against your shoulder, “sorry but i should probably head out too. the last thing i want is wolffe bitching and shit tomorrow. you know how he is, bein’ captain and all.”

closing your eyes, you exhale, gritting your teeth, “so you’re just going to leave me here?”

“i’ll leave my ringer on if you need me,” lips graze your temple, “hey, maybe you’ll run into that hot professor of yours. he can pick up a couple drinks for ya on his tab. i got the ones from earlier on mine. don’t worry about paying me back either.”

sliding out of the booth, you allow rex to make his way past you, “is this your ‘i’m sorry for leaving you behind on a packed night’?”

“perhaps,” the blonde shoots you a wink, patting his pocket, “again, if you need me, please don’t hesitate to call. i can come get you or pay for your uber. love you.’

“love you,” shifting your head upwards, you place a gentle kiss on rex’s cheek, “make it back safe. drink some water and take some tylenol. don’t want you feeling hungover in the morning.”

“i’m more worried about the ass-beating that’ll ensue when hardcase doesn’t show up on time,” a warm chuckle fills your ear, “see ya, bestie. make it home safe.”

“i will,” you take rex’s hand, squeezing it gently, “bye.”

“bye,” rex takes a step forward, waving a hasty goodbye before catching up with the rest of the boys, loud laughter rumbling amongst the group as they make their way towards the exit.

swallowing thickly, you slide back into the booth, fingers gripping the half-empty cup. of course they all had to leave, abandoning you on one of the busiest nights of the year. students of all ages, undergrad to grad, linger in groups, chatter filling the space as the song ended, leaving a pause before the next one started.

“you look lonely,” a voice, smooth and brassy, sounds to your right.

next to your table, stood a nautolan, drinks in hand. squeezing your cup, you blink, registering he was speaking to you, “oh -- um, uh, hi.”

“mind if i join you?”

“not at all,” you shake your head, “feel free to take a seat.”

“i’ve never seen you here before,” he states, flashing you a dazzling grin, “i’m nigel, a junior in bio. how about you?”

“oh,” you pause, biting your lower lip, “i’m just in health sciences. i’m a junior too.”

“a gorgeous girl like you doesn’t have a name?” carefully, nigel slides a cup towards you, “i talked to one bartender but another brought me my drink. somehow i ended up with two.”

cautiously, you accepted the drink, but didn’t take a sip, “thank you, but i’ve had my fair share tonight.”

which, you weren’t wrong. as you sat in the booth, you couldn’t help but feel this tingly feeling, as it rippled from your head to your toes. it was almost as if you weighed nothing, as if you were bouncy and light. a blissful sensation, really.

yet, there was this other feeling in your stomach, gnawing at you, threatening to consume you whole. the leather on the seat clung to your thighs, the temperature of the air elevating a few degrees as nigel’s eyes narrow into slits, his lips falling.

“come on, you don’t want a free drink?”

“like i said,” you clear your throat, “i’ve had my fair share tonight. i don’t want to feel it in the morning, ya know?”

“hm,” nigel hums, a hand darting across the table, finding yours, “could i interest you in something else, maybe? something like you come home with me instead, and i can offer you something other than drinks? we could have some fun, and then i could eat you for brea--”

“hey love,” suddenly, a hand falls on your shoulder, “i asked for what you wanted but they were out for the night.”

glancing upwards, your heart skips a beat at the person beside you.

warm amber eyes lock with yours, nearly glowing in the dim light, “i didn’t frighten you, did i?”

“hey,” nigel’s voice cuts in, “we’re having a conversation here, bud.”

his attention shifts, eyes hardening at the sight of the nautolan, “i was not aware that they hadn’t taken the trash out for the evening.”

“m-maul--” you begin, but you’re swiftly interrupted by his lips connecting with yours.

the kiss was brief, only a mere peck. yet, you couldn’t help but melt. his lips were soft, and gods were they so tantalizing as he pulls away, glowering over to nigel.

if only a moment could have lasted just a second longer.

“i believe you should have left the moment she expressed her disinterest in you. she can hold her own but gods you must be a fly or something. some sort of pest. leave her alone.”

nigel did not utter another word, exiting the booth promptly while you remained seated, cheeks burning hot, a fiery feeling in your chest. maul cleared his throat, lingering at your side.

“do you need someone to walk you home?”

“do you always kiss your students?”

there’s a brief exhale, the zabrak’s fingers finding your chin. he was more dressed than the last time you saw him, a light cotton tee clinging to his torso, the color complementing his tattoos. a pair of heather grey shorts hung on his hips, the cotton leaving nothing to the imagination. it helped him blend in, giving him a facade that he was just like you. a student stopping by the bar for some fun.

tilting your head upwards, you meet his gaze once more, finding it increasingly more difficult to maintain your composure as he leans in, chain nearly dangling in your face.

“i only kiss the ones who have my utmost attention.”

“how did you manage to slip in without people noticing? you’re pretty popular on campus, you know.”

“kallus lets me slip in through the back,” in the corner of your eye, there’s this shiny object.

quickly, you realize it’s a six-pack of bottles. beer bottles.

maul continues, his voice gravelly as his fingers remain on your chin, “this is the only bar in town who carries this kind of beer i like. now, is that a satisfactory explanation?”

“it’s good enough,” you’re surprised that he could hear the words your voice was so low, “you should leave.”

“not without getting you an uber first,” maul sets the six-pack on the table, pulling his phone out, “what’s your address?”

“i can make it home just fine,” you scoff, “just go already before we draw in any more unwanted attention.”

“i know you can make it home just fine,” you tense at the firm tone in his voice, “i just need to know you’ll get there safe. it’ll bring me some peace of mind. also, why are you here by yourself?”

“rex had to leave,” you mutter, fidgeting with your own phone, “just go, all right? it’s not a big deal.”

“all right,” the zabrak gives in, huffing, “i’ll see you in class on monday.”

“what if nigel recognizes you and reports you?” bringing a hand to your mouth, you feel horrible for even asking the question.

but, it needed to be said.

after all, your psychology professor conducted some very unprofessional behavior. not only in front of one student, but an entire bar full of them, no less.

“don’t worry about it,” maul places a tender hand on your shoulder, “if i do, it was worth it. i’m sure that prick was too intoxicated to even establish who i was. don’t worry about it too much, okay? i don’t want you losing sleep over your professor.”

“i lose sleep over your class anyways,” taking your cup, you finish off your drink from earlier, recoiling at the lukewarm taste.

grabbing his six-pack maul shoves his phone in his pocket, clearing his throat.

“be prepared to lose some more, love. you won’t sleep much when it comes to me. see you in class.”

“s-see you in class.”

as the zabrak slips into the crowd, weaving between all sorts of species and humans, the ambiance seems to crumble away, leaving you in the booth, mind reeling, wondering what the hell just happened.

maul, the professor from your psychology class, the one you saw at the gym, nearly half-naked, clobbering away at a punching bag, also happened to run into you at the bar, stepping in to prevent any more harassment from a very drunk nautolan. he kissed you. his lips were on yours, leaving you dazed and entranced, somehow craving more.

fingers brush your lips, and for a moment you forget that they’re your own, ghosting over the plush skin where his mouth once touched.

gods, this was only fuel to the fire, this attraction that left you yearning more and more.

yearning for him.

this wasn’t a big deal, was it? surely he would’ve done this for any other student? surely he wasn’t giving you some sort of special treatment. this was just some sort of fucked up incident. a fever dream, of sorts. gods, it sure fucking felt like one.

surely this wasn’t going to make things awkward in class. after all, you were going to see him bright and early within a matter of days. maybe he’d forget about it. maybe it was nothing.

this wasn’t a big deal. he said it wasn’t.

you were sure of one thing, though.

monday morning was going to be an interesting one, that was without a doubt.

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[444piscesprincess]

childhood friends to lovers/growing up together sterek fic reclist

uhh this kinda got a lil angsty but i recommend you pick a growing up together fic and listen to this song i promise you will not regret it 

https://open.spotify.com/track/5Dz8nrwQlPLE68WaTEIqY5?si=aogjMc1aToSALmAlfQOR7A 

anyways as usual check tags please!!

(click on the title for the fic)

you know you're on my mind

bibliosexual

Summary:

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

(hs!au + texting!au + childhood friends to lovers the ULTIMATE fluff fic)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)   (series)

yodasyoyo

Summary:

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek's voice in his head.

Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don't exist?

Up Down Lock Unlock

isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Summary:

“Why are you going into grandma Ito’s apartment?” he asked.

Derek turned to him, key sliding into the lock. “What do you mean?” He tried to turn it, but the key wasn’t budging. Maybe the lock was sticking again, it’d been doing that the past few days.

Stiles was staring at him like Derek was stupid.

Derek did not appreciate sass from a ten year old.

“That’s grandma Ito’s place.”

“No,” Derek said calmly, pulling the key out and then shoving it back in, wiggling it a little when it continued to refuse to unlock the door. “This is my place.”

“I think you’re on the wrong floor then, because that apartment belongs to grandma Ito.”

(time travel counts as childhood friends right?)

the difference between going back and going home

thepsychicclam

Summary:

Stiles and Derek were inseparable growing up, but then college, jobs, and life happened. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills a decade later, he doesn't expect to reconnect with Derek, and he sure doesn't expect to fall in love with him.

It's Such a Gas When You Bring Up the Past

orphan_account

Summary:

Stiles finds a box of old photo albums that dredge up the sweet, the funny, the adorable, and the mildly heartwrenching parts of his and Derek's past.

(mainly a friends fic but its too cute to not include)

It's Always Been You

charlesdk

Summary:

Stiles' love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn't the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

Lead You Home Again

GotTheSilver

Summary:

The first time Derek meets Stiles, the kid’s brown eyes are wide, and he’s staring up at him with a mischievous grin as he tugs at the arm of Derek’s first ever Batman figure like he’s trying to separate it from Batman’s body.

An alternate take on Teen Wolf, wherein Stiles and Derek are childhood friends, and things unfold from there.

Kingdom By The Sea

kilaem

Summary:

Lydia grabs his arm and pulls him down in the seat next to her. “When the hell did you find time to bag a guy like Hale?”

“We’re friends,” Stiles feels his face heat up, and then the team are running out and Derek sees him and smiles. His blush gets worse.

“Oh really?”

“Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.”

“I thought you two hated each other.”

Those That Bump In The Night

bleep0bleep

Summary:

A boy’s head appears upside down, hanging off the bed. “Is anyone there?” he calls out curiously, looking right at Derek’s eyes. Caught, then. The protocol for being deliberately seen by a child is just to look as strange and fearsome as possible. No one would believe them, anyways. But Derek is tired, and he’s been running and scared, and now he just kind of flickers, curling out a tendril of dark smoke, hoping that he’s a little bit scary. No such luck. The boy’s eyes widen. “Oooh, are you the bogeyman?” “Bogeyperson,” Derek says, before he can help himself.

~

When Stiles was a boy, he had an imaginary friend named Derek. Ten years later, Derek comes back, and is very, very real.

Five Times Derek and Stiles Kissed For Practice (And One Time They Didn't)

mikkimouse

Summary:

In which Derek and Stiles grow up together and practice kissing, roughly in that order.

216 + 1: Words To Say Instead of I Love You

briggs

Summary:

Derek and Stiles have been best friends for fourteen years. They have their differences, sure, but it's never been a question for them. Their friendship has been the most solid thing in their lives -- until suddenly it isn't anymore.

Funny how just a few choice words can throw fourteen years of friendship off-balance.

OR

a collection of "Bro, That's Gay" one-shots that actually ended up turning into a concrete storyline.

hope is the thing with feathers (part of a series)

ShanaStoryteller

Summary:

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

"Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up. He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

(one of my favourite fics like EVER)

it came from the trees

whatshouldntbe

Summary:

“Don’t worry, Scott caught me up on everything,” Kira assures with a bubbly smile via video-chat. “You and Derek, huh? I probably should have seen that coming. I always thought it might be Cora, but Derek was the one that looked at you how I used to look at you.”

Stiles goes a little pink. “It’s still kinda new but, yeah. I really like him. He’s...” Beautiful. Patient. Smart. Painfully honest. Sweet.“...a total dork.”

Kira laughs and laughs. When she gets herself together, she replies, “Yeah, those little hearts and stars in your eyes definitely say different."

or

Stiles moves from the shiny, fast-paced lifestyle of Los Angeles to the foggy, sleepy town of Beacon Hills so his dad can become the new sheriff. Newly fifteen, he does his best to finish out his freshman year of high school (by staying under the radar) when he suddenly becomes the Beyoncé of the Supernatural community. And, without much prompting on his part, he ends up catching the eye of one of the most prominent Werewolf families in all of North America. It literally all starts with a stuffed animal(s).

(oh god this fic is the literal best even though its abandoned it ends at okay-ish place. this is one of the best hale family characterisations ive ever read. if you squint it can be a childhood friends to lovers fic but im including it anyway bc its amazing)

Promises aren't Meant to be Broken

paradis

Summary:

“Thanks for saving me,” Stiles blurts out, staring up at Laura, wide eyed.

Laura grins. “I like you,” she says, “we’ll be friends.”

(more laura and stiles besties centric but totally worth a read)

The Things We See

MelodramaticSalad

Summary:

Stiles grew up in the life of knowing that there was always more to life than what others saw with a first glance. Even as a child he saw things that no one else seemed to and always had a fascination with the unusual.

Some considered him an unusual child, but Claudia welcomed every single quirk her son displayed. His mother had a few special talents of her own and thrilled her to see it in her son as well. She'd raised Stiles to always keep his mind open and as grew and started to display his powers, she began to teach him how to use them. She even taught Stiles about werewolves at a young age, his infatuation with them growing once he had learned the truth about her closest friend.

Stiles spent nearly every possible moment that he could roaming the Hale house, following after the middle child most of the time. Derek was three years older than Stiles, but the bond they developed with each other was something their mothers considered out of a story book. Like Derek, Stiles was sensitive to his emotions, but unlike Derek, Stiles didn't need a scent to figure it out. He could feel it.

take me back

matildajones

Summary:

“I dare you to kiss me,” Stiles taunts, and he’s not expecting the way Derek says a naughty word under his breath and then leans forward.

Stiles yelps. He just dodges Derek’s mouth before he’s laughing wildly and running through the trees, calling out a series of ew ew ew as Derek chases him back home.

[inadaydream99]

The Thin Line Between Love and Hate

Request from @kpopwrld ~ Haechan enemies to lovers

A/N - Thank you for sending in this request! I absolutely loved writing it, although I got extremely carried away (I think this is the longest oneshot I’ve written). I hope you enjoy! 💕

Disclaimer: mentions of alcohol/ drinking, swearing.

You heave a deep, irritated sigh, eyes clenching shut as you try to calm yourself before giving into Donghyuck’s relentless attention seeking.

“What.” You whisper shout, annoyance evident in your tone as you turn around in your seat to face him behind you. His devilish smirk alone is enough to make you see red.

“Can you move your abnormally large head out of the way so I can see the board?” Donghyuck grins, watching in amusement as you roll your eyes and turn away without a single word.

“Asshole.” You mutter under your breath. Now your mind is far too distracted by your hatred towards Hyuck to focus on your work for the rest of the class. Though it’s not long before you hear the bell ring, signalling the end of the school day.

“So I was thinking I might not go to Jaemin’s party tonight.” You overhear Donghyuck tell Renjun. Thought you don’t dare let on that you’re listening in.

“But why? If you don’t go it’ll be shit.” Renjun tries his best to persuade. “And besides, do you know how many girls have approached me today to ask if you’re going? Cause, let me tell you, it’s a lot.” You try to swallow your grimace. The thought of anyone finding Donghyuck even remotely attractive brings a sour taste to your mouth instantly. He’s horrible, walking around like his owns the place. But that’s what happens when you let popularity get to you. And in the social hierarchy of your school, Donghyuck is at the very top.

“Well, the party’ll have to be shit then, cause I’m not gonna go.” He insists, swinging his back pack over one shoulder before walking away. You shyly glance over to Renjun when you hear his defeated sigh, briefly catching him shake his head before following after his friend.

You’re glad to know that Hyuck won’t be attending Jaemin’s party later, then at least you won’t have to worry about him trying to show you up in front of everyone. That is if you do decide to go yourself. You’re not particularly a party person, it’s just not how you’d prefer to spend your time. But once in a while doesn’t hurt.

You’re not even sure why Donghyuck hates you so much in the first place, but you’ve been sworn enemies for as long as you can remember. Your earliest memory being when he pushed you into a puddle of mud when you were in elementary just because you had taken the blue marker and wouldn’t share it with him.

Ever since that day you’ve never been able to get along. He’s always tried to one up you and rub your face in everything. He even stole one of your best friends, and long time crush, Jeno.

“Woah, what’s with the sad face.” Mark playfully nudges you with his elbow.

Everyday is the same routine. Mark would meet you outside of your last class and you’d walk home together. It’s been that way since middle school, and even now as high school seniors, the tradition is still going strong. Well, minus Jeno, he stopped joining you in ninth grade when he became part of Hyucks popular group.

“It’s nothing. Just-”

“Donghyuck?” Mark finishes your sentence, knowing exactly where it was heading. I mean, it’s pretty predictable at this point and Mark’s your best friend, he’s had more than his fair share of listening to you rant about Donghyuck. “So, you going to Jaemin’s party?” He’s quick to divert the conversation.

“I don’t know if I want to... I mean, it’s a populars party.” You mumble, fiddling with your fingers as you walk beside him.

Now, you and Mark are friends with Jaemin. Hence why you’ve been invited. And although you’re well liked by most people, you always feel shy and awkward around the popular crowd.

“Oh come on, I can’t go without my bestie.” Mark shakes your shoulder, watching as you giggle along with him. His laugh is always so infectious, you can’t resist smiling when you’re around him.

“Fine! I’ll go.” You playfully roll your eyes, watching fondly as Mark cheers overdramatically at getting you to give in.

~

“(Y/N)! Mark!” Jaemin cheerfully greets you as you enter the party. It’s already in full swing, loud music blaring and everyone dancing and talking to each other.

“Nice party.” Mark high fives Jaemin.

“Yeah.” You half heartedly agree, an uneased smile on your face. You can’t help but feel a little on edge, your eyes peering around the room to make sure that Hyuck really hasn’t turned up, just like he told Renjun earlier.

“Looks like we need to get someone here a drink.” Jaemin sends a cheeky grin to Mark, before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen.

You come to a sudden halt half way through the crowd. You could have sworn you just heard Donghyuck’s laugh above the rest. It’s so distinctly him that no one else’s laugh could possibly bare a semblance.

“You ok?” Mark takes hold of your shoulders from behind you, mostly to stop himself from crashing into you. Your eyes flicker from searching the room to meet Jaemin’s in front of you, and then onto Mark’s as he peers around you. They both look concerned, but neither of them say anything.

“I’m fine, just- doesn’t matter.” You begin, deciding that explaining the reason for your nervousness is just silly. Jaemin sends you an encouraging smile before leading the way once again until you reach the kitchen.

“Ok, pick your poison.” He chuckles, sending you a challenging smirk.

“I’ll have whatever that mix is.” Mark points to the concoction of brown liquid. It’s evidently a drink that Jaemin had come up with for the party, his devilish smile gives it all away.

“Same.” You nod, still eyeing the drink.

“Good choice.” Jaemin laughs, passing you both a cup before picking up one for himself and holding his towards yours. “Cheers.” You all tap glasses before taking a mouthful.

~

“There you are!” Mark rushes over to you with a wide, hazy smile on his face. “Come join our game.” He guides you into the next room. You’d lost Mark after your second drink and, since then, hadn’t been able to find him until now.

You enter the room to find a group of people all sitting in a circle, including Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun.

“What’s the game?” You tilt your head in question, confused by the whole setting.

“We’re spinning the bottle to see who has to go in the closet for seven minutes.” Mark informs you as you both join the circle. You watch as Jeno leans into the centre and spins the bottle forcefully.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin cheers, taking hold of your hand before guiding you towards the closet. “Ok, there’s already someone waiting in there so go on in and have some fun.” He shoots you a wink before shutting the door in your face.

To say you’re a little caught off guard is an understatement and the fact that it’s pitch black doesn’t help at all.

“Oh, sorry.” You jump away after bumping into someone. Obviously you are aware that you’re not alone in the small space, but you hadn’t expected to literally walk into them.

“It’s alright, you can’t see.” The voice is familiar, but you can’t seem to put your finger on it. The voice is low, indicating that is a guy. Maybe it’s someone you share a class with?

“So, how’d you end up in here?” You instantly cringe at your question. Obviously the same way you did, by being chosen by the bottle. “Sorry, that was stupid...” you trail off, letting out an awkward chuckle in an attempt to cover up your embarrassment.

“You’re cute.” The voice admits, this time a lot closer to you. “Is this ok?” You hear half a second before feeling hands gently rest on either side of your waist.

“Yes.” You mutter. “Is this?” You mimick back, reaching out to place your hands onto the guys chest directly in front of you.

“All good.” He responds mere inches from your face now.

Although you can’t see each other you know that you’re attracted to whoever he is. The gentle way he holds you sends a giddy feeling through your body. There’s a connection between you that fizzes to life just from a single touch. An attraction that’s luring you in closer and closer.

You let out a breathy gasp when you feel his hand caress your cheek, drawing you in the direction of his lips.

“Can I?” You can feel his lips ghosting yours, breath mixing and the air hot with anticipation.

“Mhmm.” You sound, already rendered speechless. But that’s all your mystery man needs as confirmation.

Your lips connect in a timid kiss, both of you testing boundaries before anything escalates. But as time goes on, things progressively grow deeper and more passionate.

“Times up!” You break apart when you hear someone banging on the opposite side of the door.

Those seven minutes went by extremely quickly, not that you’re complaining at all. You want to finally find out who you’ve been kissing and the only way to do that is to exit the dark room.

You squint a little when the door first opens, the artificial light blinding you as you step back into the party. Noticing how everyone is watching you in anticipation makes you feel uneased. That is until you finally cast your eyes to your left and see who’s stood beside you.

“This has to be a joke.” You gasp as you lay your eyes on the one and only Donghyuck. He said he wasn’t going to be here tonight...

“I’m glad that’s over. Now pay up.” He darkly snickers, approaching the group of snickering boys. “Nice kissing sweetheart.” He mocks, earning laughter from the rest of the room.

You’ve never felt more embarrassed and hurt in your life. This whole thing was a bet. And although it sounds insane, you think you’re more hurt about the fact that you were kissing Donghyuck and he made you feel a way you’d never felt before... you just want the ground to open up and swallow you.

“Can you believe she fell for it?” His spiteful jokes fall into background noise as you rush out of the room.

“Not cool man.” Mark shoots a glare towards Donghyuck. “And I expected more from you Jaemin. I thought (Y/N) was your friend.” His tone drips with disappointment, filling Jaemin with regret as he watches Mark run off to find you.

~

Monday morning sees a fresh wave of anxiety hit you. Although it’s been two days since the humiliation at Jaemin’s party, you still can’t bring yourself to get out of bed, let alone consider the idea of going to school.

After you ran off at the party, Mark found you alone outside. It was obvious the whole ordeal had made him sober up and he explained that if he’d known what was going on then he never would have allowed it to happen. After your tears had subsided a little, Mark walked you back home and ever since you’ve been hibernating under your duvet.

As it turns out, Donghyuck had meant for you to overhear his conversation with Renjun about not going to the party because he knew that you were more likely to attend if you thought he wasn’t going to be there. You’d found this out through a series of messages from Jaemin the next day, though you’d still left him on read. You’re not ready to even acknowledge him, let alone consider forgiving him.

“That’s it, out of bed.” Mark barges into your room and throws the covers off of you.

“Mark! How’d you even get in here?” You whine, before stuffing your face into your pillow.

“You mom let me in.” He chuckles at your childish sulking. “You have 5 minutes to get ready otherwise I’m dragging you to school like that.” You lift your head to send him a glare but end up giving in when you see his expression. He’s not joking about and that alone is enough to make you comply.

Walking down the crowed hallway of your school is terrifying. You’re the laughing stock of the whole school. It seems that everyone knows what happened on Friday.

“I need to go.” You tug on Mark’s arm the second you spot Donghyuck at the other end of the hall. He’s stood with his group of friends all listening to him intently as he tells a story. The chorus of laughs that emitt from the group make you feel even more self conscious. If that’s even possible.

“No, you’re not letting this defeat you.” Mark resists your pulling. It was no use anyway, he’s far stronger than you are.

“But I-” your words get caught in your mouth the second you see Donghyuck cast a glance in your direction, his gaze locking on yours.

Everything instantly freezes.

It’s just you and him in your own little world. Your breath hitches in your throat from the way he looks at you so deeply. It’s not harsh or spiteful, in fact he’s looks like he’s remorseful, like he wants to come over to you and make sure you’re ok.

You see, as much as you hate to admit it, since your kiss with him you’ve not been able to think of Donghyuck in the same way. Before he would have made you angry, but now you only feel an ache in your chest, a void that can only be filled by the way he held you that night, or the way his lips fit so perfectly with yours.

You know he felt it too. He must have. Because as much as he likes everyone to believe that he is too cool to feel those sorts of emotions, no one can fake those seven minutes you shared.

“Let’s just get to class.” You’re the first one to break eye contact, your gaze flicking up to meet Mark’s as he stares at you in worry. There’s no way he could have missed the moment between you and Donghyuck, but he doesn’t bring it up. Instead he nods and allows you to pull him in the opposite direction.

Donghyuck continues to watch you as you turn your back and begin walking away with Mark. He never thought he’d see you as anything other than the person he despises the most and yet here he is... wishing he was the one you wanted to go to when you’re hurting.

~

The hallway is empty when you exit your last class of the day. You’d had to stay behind a couple of minutes to talk to your teacher about the upcoming assignment. Mark was aware of this as you’d informed him at lunch. He’d even said it wasn’t a problem and he’d wait for you, but right now he’s no where in sight. No one is. That is until you hear someone call your name from behind.

“I was hoping to find you.” To your surprise you find Jeno trying to catch up with you.

“Hey.” You smile at him, nervousness bubbling up in your chest just at the thought of having a sustained conversation with him.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re doing ok. After what happened Friday night...” He seems genuinely concerned, his subtle smile indicating that he feels sorry for you.

“I’m fine... or at least I will be once I’ve sorted a few things out.” You lightly laugh in attempt to make the atmosphere a little more lighthearted.

“I’m glad to hear.” Jeno chuckles along. “Do you want a lift home?” He offers sincerely. You’re surprised by his offer considering this is the longest interaction you’ve had in years. But it feels good to know that he’s still as nice as he’s always been.

“Actually I’m meant to be walking with Mark, but I have no idea where he is.” You forrow your brows in confusion.

“He can have a lift too if we find him?” Jeno offers.

“Well then, that sounds great.” You accept, both of you heading out of the school together with wide smiles on your faces as you fall into a comfortable conversation.

As soon as the door closes, Donghyuck steps out into the hallway from his hiding place behind the lockers. He hadn’t intended to evesdrop on you and Jeno. In fact, he’d actually wanted to try and talk to you, but he’d missed his chance by a split second.

And It’s now he realises the sinking feeling in his chest and the desire to make sure Jeno doesn’t beat him to you next time. The only reason he’d stolen Jeno away from being friends with you all those years ago was because he saw the way you looked at him. It make Donghyuck feel jealous, that’s why he did everything he could to ruin your friendship. But it’s now that he realises even that wouldn’t stop you from liking someone. And he can’t keep missing his chance.

~

“Where were you yesterday?” You playfully hit Mark on the arm as you approach him at his locker.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I got stuck in detention. I tried to text you but I got caught and had my phone taken away.” Mark explains through a defeated sigh.

“Why’d you get detention?” You tilt you head in confusion.

“Talking in class, but I was only telling Jaemin to stop talking to me!” Mark throws his hands up defensively, clearly still sensitive over the situation.

“Well, you’re just lucky Jeno offered me a ride home.” You smirk, bursting into laughter at Mark’s surprised expression.

“Wait- you spoke to Jeno!” He feigns shock, playfully mocking you over your crush. Though you don’t get a chance to respond before Mark quickly shushes you and indicates for you to turn around.

“Ah, how nice of you to finally acknowledge me.” Donghyuck’s ever sparkling personality and tormenting smirk graces you.

“What do you want.” You flatly state. You’re already done with this conversation and it’s barely started.

“You could at least try to look happy to see me sweetheart. You couldn’t seem to get enough on Friday and I saw you staring in the hallway yesterday.” He taunts and you want nothing more than to slap the cocky smirk right off his stupidly attractive face.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it too. And besides, I only liked it when I didn’t know it was you.” You spit, shooting daggers at him. You have no idea where this new found confidence has come from but you’re not opposed to it at all. Maybe Donghyuck wearing your patience thin was a good thing because at least now you’re not going to let him get away with his typical bullshit.

Before he has enough time to fire a comeback at you, you’ve already grabbed Mark’s arm and walked away.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” Mark jokes, completely in awe of how you just stood up to Donghyuck like that.

~

Donghyuck’s jealously is through the roof. He can’t stand watching you and Jeno laughing together in science the way you are. It should be him who you’re looking at with so much affection. If only he hadn’t messed up for the hundredth time that morning.

When you’d stood up to him he was left deflated. Ok, so he’d come across all cocky when he’d really been intending to ask you out. But that’s how you make him. He’s fallen for you hard and he doesn’t know how to get back up. You send him into a spiral of panic and his default setting is to mock and insult you.

“What do you want Hyuck?” You sigh as he approaches you while you are packing your things away. The way you say his name makes his heart skip a beat. And that’s before you’ve even properly looked at him.

“I just wanted to appologise for earlier, and everything actually.” He timidly mumbles.

Had you just heard him right? Have you inhaled too many chemicals in class and are now hallucinating?

“Huh?” You gawk, mouth hanging agape as you stare at Donghyuck in disbelief.

“So... are we cool?” He awkwardly questions, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Are we cool? When have you ever wanted to be cool with me?” You raise your brow at him, arms folded defensively as you persuade yourself that this is some kind of cruel trick on his part.

“I just think it’s time we put everything behind us.” Hyuck nods, forcing a meek smile onto his face. In truth he’s scared of you rejecting him. Not that he’ll ever let you know.

“Oh sure. Yeah, put everything behind us and move on.” You mock. “You know what, I’ll do you one better. Let’s become best friends yeah?” You condescendingly rant. It’s outrageous how he can think you two can suddenly forget all the years of relentless hating each other. The audacity he has is sickening.

“I really mean it (Y/N)...” You pause to look at him for a minute. “I reasied that I’ve always liked you, I’ve just not known how to deal with it. I mean, that kiss was the best I’ve ever had.” Donghyuck confesses, laughing at himself in the process. “But you’re right.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m stupid the even think you’d feel the same...”.

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen Donghyuck.

“Well... I suppose I can admit that you are a good kisser.” You play coy, failing to hide the smirk that breaks out across your face.

“Only good?” Donghyuck’s face lights up, chuckling in amusement as he becomes increasingly confident once again.

“Fine, you’re great.” You admit, falling shy under his affectionate gaze. You turn your head to the side, trying to hide how flustered Hyuck makes you when his hands settle on your waist. It’s like they were always meant to be there.

“You’re great too.” He gently tucks his finger under your chin to coax your focus back onto him before bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

You’re the first to lose patience, closing the space between you in desperation. Your lips melting together perfectly, clashing hurriedly, as if you’re both making up for lost time.

“Wanna walk home with me and Mark?” You breathlessly question the instant you pull apart. Donghyuck laughs in amusement as he reaches out to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’d love to.” He accepts through a warm smile, interlacing your fingers with his as you finally head out of the classroom.

It’s funny how things turn out. How years of despising each other can really be the result of not knowing how to express feelings. But Donghyuck is finally able to admit that he really has fallen for you. And you really have fallen for him too.

~ Bonus ~

“Finally!” Mark throws his hands in the air the second he sees you walk into the hallway with Donghyuck.

“We didn’t make you wait that long.” You sass back, casting a glance up to Donghyuck when you hear him snicker.

“You kinda did actually, but I understand you had some very important things to discuss...” Mark teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you both before bursting into laughter.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Memories to be made: Chapter 1

one - two - three

I was quite anxious to post it at first, because, compared to my other fics, this is a totally different thing, but @ladyreapermc, @toomanystoriessolittletime & @solariumss​ talked me into doing it nonetheless. Hopefully it will be something worth reading!

SUMMARY: Emelia sees a handsome man on a street outside a cafe where her best friend works and she decides to run after him. Words:  3861; Warnings: none;

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The rain that was pouring all over London finally decided to stop, at least for a while, the sun desperately trying to shine through the heavy black clouds that swarmed the sky that not-so-long-ago was in an enchanting shade of pastel blue.

Everything felt better and much easier when the sky was just simply blue, with few fuzzy white clouds sliding through it here and there. They were almost identical to those small herds of sheep, unaffected by anything, bleating loudly, moving little by little and eating out the grass from the Cardiff’s cliffs.

The sky was the prettiest at nights, those ones spend alone or with someone you love, away from the city. Cloudless nights were the most impeccable moments when you could spend your time by gazing skyward. Their brightness was remarkable, making every constellation easy to see.

At times, when the night wasn't enough and the darkness was too consuming, it felt like all of those striking stellar phenomenons hide somewhere deep or every single one of them was sucked into a black hole leaving only the absorbing obscurity of the starless night.

Too early? Give Tea a Chance.

The slogan on the wide billboard right across the street caught her eye. She flinched in her sit closer to the window that was still covered in the droplets of rain, doing her best to focus on the advertisement and power-off her restless mind just for a moment.

There were two cups filled with tea and a teapot standing in the middle between them, the image printed on thin paper glued to the advertising board. The edge of it was peeling off slightly, flapping freely from side to side when wind blew in the right direction. She could imagine how the teapot, as well as the pair of cups, rips entirely from the board and flies away in an unknown direction, somewhere far from this gloomy city, to rise up the sales of tea elsewhere. Only though London was the perfect city to advertise a new brand of tea that was supposed to work as a coffee equivalent for those that cannot drink the stronger beverage.

Even not being a strong fan of tea she already wanted to buy the advertised brand and just simply drink it. She was curious if the tea was made from the tea leaves only or maybe it had those tiny pieces of dried fruit and edible flowers mixed in between them.

New brand of tea. Something fresh to occupy her mind.

At least for now.

When she’d be back home she would once again rummage through all of her stuff trying to search for the chunks of her mind she’s lost. She will look at those old Polaroid pictures still not remembering any single thing that was happening in the moment they were taken, nor any person that was posing on them with her.

“With your feet on the air and your head on the ground

You try this trick and spin, yeah

Your head will collapse, there is nothing in it

And you ask yourself?”

The subwoofer was placed somewhere around her seat and she could feel how the basses were thudding in her chest now, filling her whole body with a somehow pleasant feeling, she could swear was remarkably familiar.

“Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

Way out, in the water see her swimmin'”

“This one exceptionally fits now, doesn't it?” reaching for her mug filled with icy coffee she turned towards the couple of her friends, who are eyeing her with concerned look on their faces.

“We were just saying that, Lia...” the red haired woman leans over the small coffee table, “A-are you okay?” she touches her hands, closing them around hers that are still gripping the mug, when she places it back on the marble surface of the table.

“Yes love, perfectly fine. My mind just got lost around this new tea” she points to the billboard, tapping on the glass with her short nail that’s painted in the shade called Russian Red.

It’s easy to recall, the name of the crimson varnish she has now on her every nail, the two coats neatly spread everywhere, without any missing spots or parts that are peeling off; yesterday she went to the beauty salon with the intent of making an usual choice, but this time, the name caught here eye and she opted for this classical color.

She never really had her nails painted red, but she knew that somehow she was a different person now and the change required a new varnish shade, the one she never used before.

They turn their heads to the side where her finger was placed against the cold glass, gazes following its direction.

Few things changed when she looked away for a moment; the wind stopped now, the peeled off edge of the advertisement wasn’t flying from side to side any more; and there was this man...

Standing too far from her to see his face, that was also covered with a pair of black sunglasses, he was simply standing by the fence, taking another drag from his cigarette. The white shirt he was wearing partially tucked into his pants, the black jacket probably miss-matched from a fancy suit.

There was something magnetizing about the way he casually ran his fingers through the fluff of his brown, near shoulder-length hair.

It didn’t seemed like he noticed her heart-shaped face pressed close to the window, eyes glued to his figure, breathing in his every movement. He looked like he just got out of some kind of business meeting, the black jacket of his suit comfortably unbuttoned now, squeezing the muscles of his arms, complimenting the whole look.

She was enchanted by him.

Since the accident she wasn’t really thinking about men, except for her dad and her close friend, that was now joking about something with her bestie. Still stuck on him, unable to look away now, move on and pay attention to anything else except for him, she was almost frozen in time, admiring the view of the smoking man.

Her hand wandered unconsciously to her neck, making her head tilt to the side, so she could have a better access to it, before she pressed her own fingers to it.

“Don’t scratch it!” she was scolded by her friend and even though she almost shouted, her loud voice interrupting everyone in the café, it this wasn't stopping her from sliding slim fingers back under the black turtleneck and rub them harshly against her scarred neck.

The weather was lovely, well except from the rain that was pouring down from the dark clouds from time to time, and she wore the knitted piece of clothing only with the purpose of covering her dreadful scars.

“Not scratching, just stroking them” her hand stopped moving and she just kept it pressed closely to her neck, feeling how the vein in it was pulsing, becoming more aware of her presence in the wicker chair and her face that was practically pressed against the wet window.

“Both means the same in your dictionary now” the blond man that was sitting silently next to the red haired woman finally spoke, standing up from the chair he was comfortably huddled in, “snap out of it babe” he walks over to the brunette and takes her hand out of the hem of her turtleneck, “ooooh... A GUY... he caught your eye, hasn't he?” She turns her head to look at her friend, giving him the death stare.

“Shouldn't you be working Jimmy? Bet your break already ended” she scans his apron dressed figure and raises her eyebrow, feeling how it begins to twitch slightly, the rapid movements of her body being unable to control sometimes.

Hoping that neither of them noticed the rapture motion happening on her face she quickly turned her head back to the window.

The fluffy guy was now gone from the spot where he had a quick smoke few minutes ago.

She outstretched her neck, pressing her forehead to the glass, only to catch a glimpse of his back dressed in the black suit jacket.

Tiny gasp left her mouth when she knew she wouldn't ever see him again.

Ever.

In her whole life time.

“Is it okay to run after a guy I haven’t met yet?” Her own question echoed in the café. The fiery haired female just rolled her eyes, while Jimmy walked to the door and opened them widely, the bell hung above them ringed, filling the place with its metallic tone, gesturing for her to just go for it.

“Emelia-Grace, if he caught your eye just grab your bag and run after him. He’s probably walking on the London Bridge now. Just fucking run babe!” She threw the bag onto her lap and waved her hands showing her to get up and go.

“You've got a point Macy, love you boooth!” Emelia shouted, putting the shoulder strap of her bag across her body and she immediately took a sharp right turn after running out of the café.

Her auburn locks were jumping around her face when she was sprinting through the sidewalk, bumping onto random pedestrians that were just passing by. Heartbeat raced up, breathing close to panting now, she kept stomping with her leather boots again and again, keeping a steady pace, trying to catch up with the guy she just saw.

Emelia noticed him at the beginning of the London Bridge, where he stopped for a moment to have another cigarette. Slowing down a bit, she tried to regain her breath, trying to calm her raced up pulse before even opening her mouth with the intent of speaking to him.

Sauntering closer she was able to notice all of his features and as he turned around, facing her now, and she couldn't help but smile. He somehow reminded her of a poet, that became fed up with his creativity and got out for a walk across London.

She approached him carefully, like he was a wild animal that needed to be tamed, smiling at him when he noticed her and took the glasses off his nose, hiding them inside the pocket of his jacket. His eyes were scanning her up and down, flicking between her face and the curves of her body, when she realized that corners of her mouth raised, she felt the courage kicking in, spring in her step making her move swiftly towards him.

“This might sound too upfront, but I noticed you while you were having a smoke right in front of the café one block away from here” she stopped there for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again, “and you caught my eye. E-especially the hair, so soft and fluffy” gesturing closely to the side of his head she made him giggle a little.

He scrunched his nose, rubbing it with his fingers, looking away from her, but only for a moment, his eyes wandering back to her face almost immediately.

“Yeah, apparently there’s summat about it that catch girl’s attention” smiling at her, the upper row of his whitened teeth exposed in the wide grin that appeared on his face, she took one step closer to her and reached out with his hand offering her a handshake, “I’m Keanu, Keke, Ke, whatever you like to call me, really.”

Then, she hesitated, stopping her hand from moving, before she extended it fully and pressed it into the warmth of his palm. It felt awkward at first, until he hasn't moved even closer, lifting her hand up to his face and pecking its soft skin with his chapped lips.

“A true gentleman, what a surprise in this times...” a giggle left her mouth when Keanu bowed down again to press another kiss onto her hand, “Quite an unusual name, for a gentleman like you, Keanu… I’m Emelia, Em, Emmy or Lia, pick the one you fancy the most” after telling him her name she unexpectedly became silent, thinking if she got it right and didn't just made it all up along with the nicknames.

But her name was the first thing she noticed on the plastic bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist when she woke up in the hospital, the painkillers numbing everything and clouding her mind, even though somehow she still remembered her full name printed on the thin band she had carefully attached to her limb.

It wasn't just the creation of her mind which was still missing few major pieces. Her name was real and so is she now, standing in front of the most handsome guy she ever met.

On the other side of the sidewalk Keanu was taken aback by the softness of her distant gaze, revealing the fact that her thoughts were somewhere far from the spot on London Bridge where they were standing now. He still held her hand in his, caressing its top with his thumb, feeling the roughness of the scar she had inside her palm pressed against his skin. Parting his lips he almost spoke, asking her about it, but only a gasp left his mouth and he closed it shut.

Her curly hair was falling onto her shoulders, tangled under the strap of her bag. The sun decided to surprise them with peeking from behind one of the heavy clouds, highlighting all of the different bronze and gold hues she had hidden in her locks. The glance of her emerald eyes still stuck in a distant place, it seemed like she got lost somewhere along her memory lane and this tad bit of reality, with him right in front of her.

Emelia pouted her lips, blinked few times and her eyes focused back on Keanu’s gently freckled face.

“Glad to have you back on Earth” he rubbed her hand once again before finally letting go of it, “good memories or bad ones?” the huskiness of his voice was too pleasant for her ears, making her heart beat faster.

“The ones I can remember” only one side of her mouth raised, the crooked grimace she gave him forced, like she was angry at herself for not being able to remember everything she needed to keep locked safely in her mind.

“What?” His both eyebrows raised, eyes wide open, mouth agape, he slightly tilted his head like he didn’t really understood what he just said, blinking quickly few times and furrowing his brows.

“I-It’s too complicated...” she gasped, her hand shoot upwards and onto her neck, the urge to scratch the scarred skin too strong to simply avoid, it felt like her own body was making her do it unwillingly.

With the last bit of consciousness kicking in, she simply brushed the skin with her fingers, putting them under the turtleneck, like she was doing it in a way of flirting with him.

She wanted to avoid drawing any type of attention to her safely hidden neck, but mimicking flirting seemed more rational than just simply scratching roughly her already reddened skin, showing him that there’s something wrong with her unnatural behavior.

Noticing her gesture and how she moved her palm away from her body, squeezing her fingers with her other hand and rubbed them together; Keanu just smiled, partly to himself, partly to her and Emelia noticed the way his eyes were hooded now, not because of the sun that was shining too brightly now, blinding him, his sunglasses tucked inside his pocket and not on his face, but because he was focused on her, waiting for her another reaction, a barely noticeable rise of the corner of her mouth, twitch of her eyebrow or a head tilt mixed with usual puppy eyes.

He met many girls that had green eyes, but there was something diverse about hers.

They weren't just simply green. When he saw their color when she was slowly but surely approaching him they looked like the fields outside of L.A. in the spring. Juicy grass swinging from side to side, bent by the warm wind.

Now, when she was close to him, in the reach of his arms, something about them changed. Maybe it was the brightness of the sun reflecting in them that now made the green hues look similar to the shade of a potion, or rather a poison, the one a person can find in the lab of a mad scientist.

She swayed in the place where she was standing, lifting the heel of her boot off the pavement and then making it click while placing it back onto the concrete tile.

Smiling back at him widely she curled up the corners of her mouth so high, that the dimples in her cheeks decided to show.

“So cute...” Keanu breathed out, the words a mere whisper, but they reached her ears, making her face flush with a shade comparable to the one she had on her nails now. Her palms were all sweaty now, maybe because she was still pressing them tightly together or maybe rather of how fresh and new this situation was.

A drop of sweat left a trail on her back, sliding all the way down from the back of her neck. The turtleneck was a bad idea after all. It was too thick for this partly lovely weather, she had to buy few thinner ones, because she’s gonna boil herself in a minute.

“Sooo...” he started, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat, like he had a lot to say and really wanted to do it, but was stopping himself from spilling the tea.

She changed her position, standing now diagonally in front of him, shielding his face from the sun with her own figure, having a better look at his posture.

His arms were big, the difference of their size compared to his other body parts actually visible. Looked like he was doing some workout in his free time, the kind that was mostly involving his arms. Boxing maybe?

He was only a tad bit taller than she, but it wasn’t a problem, at least for her. She never fancied any guy that was incredibly tall and had a six pack. Neither she had any specific type, when it comes to men, but Keanu, on the other hand, was something... extraordinary; with the fluffy hair, doe eyes and his gloomy poet look he was an exquisite view.

She had to admit: she fancied him.

Keanu swallowed hard the lump that formed in his throat, intimidated by the intensity of her stare, unable to give his sentence a proper ending. Entangling his fingers in the fluff of his hair he scratched his scalp like the gesture was supposed to help him with coming up with the right words. Playing out a written script in his case was a lot easier than talking to girls.

Especially the ones he liked, because well... he had to admit: he fancied her.

Even though they barely knew one another, except for their names and faces, they both could have swear that there was something in the air, not simple another downpour, no; something that made them gravitate towards each other. The indescribable feeling of being close to somebody and the wanting of getting even closer.

Emelia’s mind was now occupied with him, a pleasant change for once. She felt the urge to hug him, wrap her arms around his neck, squeeze him tightly and smell the fumes of his cologne mixed with the smoke from the cigarettes, but it would be too random and awkward now.

Eyes glued to his face, not leaving it even for a second, noticed how his plump lips were parted, still, red from all of the many times he pressed them tightly together. The words he wanted do say out loud stuck in his throat, like there was anything clever to say in that moment.

They just kept staring deep into each other’s eyes, in silence, disturbed only by the birds chirping above their heads or by the passers by that were speaking on the phone too loudly.

Thoughts wandered off the right tracks and for the first time since the accident she thought about someone in a different way than just simply being his friend.

The fuzzy brown hair of his. What kind of shampoo was he using? And those strong arms. Flushed cheeks, the innocent smile he had on his reddened lips. He’s not the type of guy that breaks your heart, he’s too... soft for that. Yes, soft, the perfect word to describe him.

Soft.

Slowly he flicks his tongue across his lower lip before opening his mouth to speak again.

“Wanna go on a date” his gaze mellow, absolutely not trying to force any answer out of her, “with… me?” Keanu adds quickly, like the question was wrongly stated, not fully giving the hint that the date, in fact, would be with him and not with someone else, “Emelia?” He feels the urge to wave his hand in front of her face, she’s so lost in her thoughts she doesn't notice that he steps closer.

Then, the touch of his hands squeezing her arms gently makes her come back to Earth from the depths of her restless mind.

“Keanu” Emelia blurts out, stunned by his gesture, her heart pounding, face turned pale, hand ever sweatier than before. She actually wanted to take a step back, move away from him, move away from his body that was stuck too close to hers, but the browns of his doe eyes and the tenderness of his gaze stopped her from doing it, “d-date sound great!” Fishing out her phone from the pocket of her jeans she handed it to him, “J-just save me your number” and he did, removing hands from her arms, taking a step backwards, he stopped invading her private space and took the phone from her hand.

Few presses of its buttons later he gave it back to her, another wide smile on his face.

“Just... don’t forget to call me, please” Keanu added the last word, stressing out the fact that indeed he wanted to see her again, not only once, but again and again; he wanted it all to be something else. Not just a random meeting on the London Bridge.

He squeezed her arm saying goodbye without actually saying anything and moved slowly towards the bridge, turning around few times just to look at her again, like he was afraid he’d forget her face, smiling and waving his hand.

She just simply stood there, wiggling her own palm funnily, grinning like a high-schooler that just got asked about going to a prom with her long time crush. 

When he stopped turning around to glance at her again and again, and just kept walking straight ahead, Emelia looked down at her phone, curious to see how he saved his own number. The new contact was simply named as Keanu, but with a smiling emoji right next to it.

A smile.

Sincere gesture worth more than a thousand words.

[fatgirlwritesscenarios]

When Bestie Visits

((A/N: This one was a request for something Seungkwan. They didn’t care what it was about; I think they just asked that it was kind of fluffy and funny...I think. Either way, this is what I came up with for our precious Boo. It made me laugh.)

Pairing: SeungkwanxReader 

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Word Count: 3,138

Summary: You were minding your business on a random day when Seungkwan decided you needed to be “blessed with his presence” and stopped by your apartment to hang out. You soon made him question your sanity and loyalty as his best friend because he’s certain you’re trying to kill him. 

                                                      *~*~*~*~*~*

For one reason or another, you started dreaming about hammers. You weren’t exactly sure what you were dreaming about before hand- you were fairly certain it had something to do with a celebrity death match- but now? Hammers…Dancing hammers…Dancing hammers tapping a catchy tune in your head. What the actual hell?

Roused from your blissful slumber at long last, you awoke enough to realize that that ‘hammering’ was actually someone knocking on your front door. Now who in the hell has such a death wish that they would go making sweet, disturbing music at…oh, look, 8 AM?!

“Oh my god. What the fu-yeah! I’m coming!” You stumbled off of your couch where you had passed out the night before and trekked towards the door, “I don’t know who you are, but you better have a good reason for being here!”

You flung the door open and felt your face fall flatly at the individual giving you a big cheeky, grin on the other side, “Seungkwan…”

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, holding his arms out, “Aren’t you glad and blessed to see me!?”

You waited a beat and then swung the door closed. Seungkwan stuck his foot out just in time to prevent the door from closing fully, whining at your cruel reaction.

“Yah! Is that anyway to treat your best friend?!” he cried, “And after I came all this way to see you?!”

“You act like we’re 400 miles apart from each other, Seungkwan. We live in the same city less than 30 minutes away from each other. Relax! And you could’ve called or texted me before attempting to break down my front door.”

“Where’s the fun in that? And besides,” he moved into the apartment and shut the door, following you into the living room, “I know you and you would’ve ignored the call before eventually putting it on silent.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. You’re not exactly someone I’m dying to see this early in the morning,” you agreed, earning an unamused glare from your best friend as you flopped back on the couch, “What are you doing here, anyway? Should you be off being a famous idol somewhere?”

“I have the day off and decided to sneak away for a date,” he happily proclaimed, bounding over to the couch and squeezing in behind you.

“The only date you’ll ever get because what female in her right mind would ever enjoy spending that much time with you?”

“You enjoy spending time with me!”

“I tolerate spending time with you. There’s a difference. ACK!”

Seungkwan grinned victoriously after pinching your side, whining half-heartedly when you smacked his hip in retaliation and settled down with your back to him. You were both silent, the man sliding an arm underneath you until it could wrap comfortably around your middle, cuddling you close. YOU hardly reacted, only readjusting yourself so you were both more comfortable. Seungkwan had been cuddling like this with you probably not long after the both of you had met just a few years back. It was just the kind of friendship you had: comfortable and apparently touchy-feely.

“So…” you started after a couple of minutes, your eyes still closed, “What do you want to do today?”

“Karaoke!”

“NOT karaoke!”

You both spoke at the same time, you rolling your eyes when Seungkwan began throwing another fit like a petulant child. “Why not?! Why can’t we go do Karaoke?!” he questioned, writhing about and disturbing your once comfortable position.

“Because, you giant diva, you sing for a living already. You gotta give your voice and your throat a rest before you damage it. Day off means voice off. No karaoke,” you said, turning on your back and staring at the ceiling all while ignoring his pouting and tiny tantrum.

You did, however, elbow him in the chest when he dug his nails into your hip by accident. You hid a smile when he groaned and leaned back to rub the abused spot, Seungkwan muttering something about how mean you were being to him.

“Well, if we’re not going to do something fun like karaoke, then what do you suggest we do?” he asked, his voice dripping with attitude.

You took a moment to think of your options, somewhat distracted when the man started to absently hum a random song, before a mischievous smile spread across your lips. Seungkwan noticed it right away and suddenly didn’t feel so safe.

“Wh-What? What’s that smile for? Nothing good ever comes from that smile!” he exclaimed, extremely wary.

You shrugged, “Maybe not for you, but it’s gonna be loads of fun for me. Let’s go.”

“Wait! What are we doing?!” he cried after you jumped up, your chuckling filling him with fear as you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet.

*~*~*~*

“Wah! Y/N, don’t push me too fast!”

“You’re doing fine, Seungkwan.”

“I’m going to fall!”

“No you’re not. I’m right here.”

“How-How do I turn on this stupid thing?!”

“Normally you would lean with your body, but I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”

“I’M GOING TO FALL!”

“NO YOU’RE NOT!”

Decked out in protective gear, Seungkwan flailed his arms in panic, feeling himself teetering precariously on the skateboard. He feared himself having a terrible fall and he probably would have had one by now had you not been running right behind him, the back of his shirt gripped firmly in your hand. That hardly gave him any comfort, though, as he continued to scream in terror.

The two of you were currently at a new sports park that had opened up near your apartment just a couple months back. It was extremely popular considering it had chosen a location near a well-known university and several high schools. You were a regular at the park while your less than athletic best friend didn’t even know it existed.

You had already spent about half the day at the park, first giving Seungkwan the tour and explaining how everything worked. He was frowning almost the entire time, but you could tell that it was just because he was uncomfortable in this setting. He recognized it more as your domain, somewhere that you bloom and thrive beautifully, but a place that was as foreign to him as a completely different country.

Despite knowing that he was probably going to suck at almost every activity the park had to offer, you figured you had done enough karaoke nights with him- about 50% of them against your will- to earn one day at the sports park with him. You had started out with something small- Seungkwan screaming the entire time that bungee jumping was not small!- and worked your way down to your current and last activity: skateboarding.

“Y/N! Y/N, I’m going to hit something! How do I stop?!” he shouted, eyes locked on the metal pole that was fast approaching.

“Lean to the right.”

“No, I want to stop!”

“I said lean to the right!”

“Y/N!”

“Seungkwan! TO THE RIGHT!” You pulled on the back of his shirt and made him lean his body to the right, the singer missing the pole by mere inches. He had leaned over a little too far, though, and ended up putting all of his weight on his right side which then resulted in him falling off the skateboard completely.

Luckily, you were right beside him at this point and were able to break his fall by catching him, your laughter mixing with his indignant cries of terror. You held him securely against your body while he dramatically gasped for air and clutched at his chest. With eyes rolling to the heavens, you shook your head and continued to laugh.

“The drama in you,” you mused, smirking at him when he turned an aggravated glare at you.

“I am not being dramatic! I told you I was going to fall and you made me get on that thing anyway!”

“Of course you fell! You refused to believe that I wasn’t going to let you fall and did everything you could to psyche yourself out. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, Seung. What else did you expect?” you argued.

“Not certain death!” was the reply you got and you howled with laughter as Seungkwan sat there pouting, reclining back into your hold.

He was such a child with all his crying, whining and complaining, but it rarely annoyed you as much as you made it seem to him. His overreacting was part of what made Boo Seungkwan who he was and you wouldn’t take him any differently. He made your life colorful and interesting; not just because he was an idol, but because he was an amazing man you were proud to be best friends with.

You held him all the tighter against you and stroked his hair in a calming fashion as he continued to grumble under his breath; “I’m proud of you, though. You rode a skateboard,” you reminded him, leaning your head to the side to gaze at him, “You went way out of your comfort zone for this.”

“This whole day has been out of my comfort zone! I’m starting to wish I had never come over in the first place!” he shot back though his conviction was weak. If he had the choice to do it all over again, he knew he would just to see you.

You laughed at him and shook your head, “Admit it, Seung. You had fun here!”

He said nothing at first, pouting off to the side as you pinched his cheek. Batting your hands away and groaning in annoyance, he sighed before admitting, “I…I guess the Trampoline Grounds were fun.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like the Zipline over the foam pit, too,” you teased, finally seeing a smile break across his face, “See? Knew it. Come on, let’s get up.”

“What? What hells activity are you dragging me to next?!” he questioned you worriedly when you stood up, his brows pinching tight together as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him to his feet.

With your head tilted back and a loud groan bubbling up from your throat, “I’m not dragging you to any hells activity, Seungkwan. I think you’ve had enough for the day, so stop your panicking.” You gave him a flat look when he sighed in exaggerated relief. “I swear…Aren’t you glad I made you change clothes before we came out here? Although it would have been hilarious to see you rock climbing in your $54 sweater…now I kind of regret making you change. Damn.”

“I can’t believe how many articles of my clothes you have at your apartment,” he mused, following after you when you began to lead him back towards the entrance to the park, the rented skateboard under your arm after a fellow boarder handed it back to you.

“I can’t believe you never noticed how many articles of your clothing you leave at my apartment. I’m still trying to figure out how I ended up with 10 pairs of your shorts there.”

“Just admit that you stole them,” he teased, the both of you stopping at a vending machine to buy a cool drink.

“I’m not admitting to a crime that no one would commit even if desperate,” you shot back, an amused smile planted on your lips when Seungkwan gasped dramatically, hand over his heart and his mouth parted in wide ‘o’ shape.

“Do you enjoy hurting me so?”

“More than you know.”

You laughed at his expense, paying for the drinks and handing one over to him. A temporary silence filled the air, you and Seungkwan overlooking the park as the sun slowly began to set, a golden light cast over the entire playground. The singer soon lost interest in the scene before him when he glanced at you and saw this…serene expression cross your features, the smallest, happiest smile creeping upon your lips. He wondered if you were this happy every time you came here…or maybe you were just that much happier because you were sharing this experience with him.

He chose to think it was the latter.

“You really like it here, don’t you Y/N?” he asked to break the silence, your eyes focusing on him.

Your smile was too genuine to try and cover up as you nodded to confirm his theory. “I do,” you said, leaning against the vending machine, “I was really happy when it opened up. It’s a great place for me to come and work out my stress without having to go to the gym all the time. It’s a good way for me to relax, you know? It’s like…well, it’s my karaoke.”

Seungkwan smiled at that, chuckling with his eyes trained on his drink now as he lost himself in his own thoughts for a moment. He couldn’t help but to wonder how he got so lucky to have a best friend like you. Someone so different in nearly every way and yet the perfect complement to his own personality. What good had he done in his past life to have such a blessing?

“Speaking of singing, how are things going with the boys?” you inquired, drawing his eyes back up to you, “You guys have been pretty busy lately. I mean, you’re busy all the time, but I feel it’s more so now than you had been a few months ago. Are you preparing for a comeback?”

“You know I can’t tell you that, but yes. Yes we are,” he responded, you nearly choking on your drink when you started laughing, “It’s gonna be soon, so look out for it.”

“I always do.”

“And everything is great with the guys, actually. We are really busy: practicing and rehearsing and recording. It’s a lot of hard work, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love the music that we make and how the Carats are so supportive of us. I love how we all get along so well and balance each other out. I just…well…”

When Seungkwan paused, you looked closer at him, finding a shallow sadness flitting across his face. He seemed solemn now, his eyes cast down for a moment before they lifted back up to lock with yours.

“I just miss you sometimes,” he admitted and you wanted to melt at how sweet he was being, “I wish I could spend more time with you, Y/N. We hardly even get to text each other these days. I’m afraid that we’ll be so disconnected that we’ll just drift apart one day and never talk to each other again. I don’t want to lose my best friend. I can’t stop worrying about it.”

And he was telling the truth; you could see it in the way his grip on his drink tightened in an attempt to keep his emotions in check. Not that it did much good in keeping his expressions in check, his insecurities as plain as the nose on his face. You sighed quietly and nudged his shoulder, taking one of his hands in yours. When he looked at you, you were grinning.

“Listen to me and listen to me good, Seung,” you started, making sure you had his full attention, “You’re stuck with me. I don’t care how long we go without talking to each other or how long it’s been since we’ve last seen each other; I’m always going to be a thorn in your side as your best friend. I’m always going to be here and I’m always going to support you. You’ll honestly have to kill my entire family and then sleep with my future boyfriend before that ever changes.”

The things you say never cease to stun him, Seungkwan having to take a second to comprehend the fact that sleeping with your future boyfriend would be the straw that broke that camel’s back…and not the murder of your family. When he was finally all caught up, he started laughing. It was a mere chuckle and then a giggle and before you knew it, he was doubled over and holding his stomach.

You grinned victoriously, proud of yourself for putting his worries and fears to rest. Seungkwan was insecure about enough things, from his singing ability to his own attractiveness. The last think you wanted him to be concerned about was the solidity of your friendship. You loved this crazy, melodramatic, diva of a man named Boo Seungkwan as the closest thing to a brother you would ever have and you were going to make him understand that no matter how long it took.

Finishing off your drink and tossing the can away, you stood straight and faced him with your hands on your hips, a smirk stretched across your face.

“There’s one more thing I want us to do,” you said.

Fear flashed in his eyes again, “What’s with that smile?! NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES FROM THAT SMILE!”

*~*~*~*

While it’s funny that you could put the fear of God into him, you really wished Seungkwan would trust you a little more when it came to choosing activities. It would have saved you both the heartache of his near panic attack he was having on the way into the city. However, that hardly mattered now as you sat clapping along to the beat of the song, listening as Seungkwan belted out the lyrics to one of his favorite songs that blasted from the speakers in the karaoke room you rented out.

The original plan had been to rest his voice for the day, but nothing made him happier than singing…and apparently spending time with you, so why not give him what he wanted? Who knew when the next time would be that the both of you could hang out like this? Might as well enjoy it while it lasted, no matter what you were doing.

“Whooo! Go Seungkwan! Encore! Encore!” you cheered for him as the song came to an end, the man bowing oh so dramatically before he was skipping up to you and grabbing your wrist.

“Duet! Duet!” he ordered, tugging on your arm.

“Yeah, no. I don’t sing.”

“You do tonight!”

“Hold up! Oh!” you laughed when he yanked you up and made you stand in front of the TV with him, choosing a song the both of you could sing together.

You really couldn’t sing, but Seungkwan couldn’t care any less about how professional you didn’t sound and cheered you on regardless. You were now back in his domain, but that was okay. As long as he was happy, smiling, and relaxing, you would make a fool of yourself…just like he made a fool of himself at the park. That’s what best friends did for each other. That’s what you would do for Seungkwan and what he would do for you.

Always.

[noradarhkpalmer]

sweet sixteen

Title: sweetsixteen

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: Nothing really other than a couple of saucy comments from Nora about who what she’d rather be doing on her birthday.

Summary/Notes: It's Nora's birthday and despite Ray's best efforts, Nora can tell she's being brought to a surprise party, but the Legends have one last surprise up their sleeve. But so does Nora.

it's nora's birthday y'all! i'm so excited to share this with y'all. Big thanks to beth and noelle for joking around with me about this concept. I'm me so of course I took it seriously and made it a fic. oops.

Day two of the 2019 edition of 25 days of Darhkatom! Feel free to click the through the tag to see last year’s! Basically, like last year, I will be posting all loosely related (unless stated otherwise) fics for 25 days straight!

ao3 link: here

Nora Palmer did not like surprises. No she did not. She wasn’t entirely sure but her incredibly squirrely husband was doing everything in his power to keep things from her. Including contact with her best friends. It was her birthday and somehow that meant she couldn’t talk to her favorite people? It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this probably meant the Legends were planning something. She wasn’t entirely feeling up to the gesture, and who the hell knows what they were planning but Nora knew she just had to wait until she and Ray got aboard the Waverider, after he made a lame excuse that they needed to head there.

When Nora arrived on the bridge all the lights were out. It was impossibly dark and she held onto Ray’s hand. The Legends were her family but that didn’t mean they didn’t sometimes come up with potentially stupid and reckless plans that could endanger her or others, by accident of course (but there was past precedence).

The lights finally came on and every last decoration read Happy Sweet Sixteen, Nora!

Oh and Nora Palmer wanted to be so mad. But she couldn’t. She knew they did this because that’s technically how old she’d be right now and that definitely nearly led her down a spiral of how awful her life was at sixteen but she looks out at the crowd of faces, of her family, and almost bursts into tears.

“SURPRISE!” They all shout at the same time Nora mutters ‘Stupid pregnancy hormones’.

“What?” Ray looks down and asks.

Nora offers him a grin and places a hand to her belly. “Surprise!” She says alone.

“Wait, I missed it,” Ava interjects. “Are you saying surprise and touching your belly…”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE PREGNANT, OH MY GOD!!!” Mona finishes and rushes forth. She had a sash and tiara for Nora to wear anyways and adorns her with it then hugs her friend close. “MY FAVORITE HUMAN IS GROWING A HUMAN!”

Nora can’t help but cry a little. She pulls back and wipes her tears and looks around. “Guess I’m sixteen and pregnant then, huh?” The Legends laugh and everyone takes their turns congratulating Ray and Nora.

The party festivities kick off much like they did last year. Nora reaches for the birthstone necklace Ray got her and plays with it absently as she talks to Zari and Mona about who should host the next book club meeting.

“You guys can’t keep picking my house, that means I have to clean it.” Nora rolls her eyes playfully.

“You have a billionaire husband, you can totally pay someone to clean it,” Zari says as she stuffs a pre-cake appetizer donut in her mouth.

Nora nods and laughs quietly, she feels arms come around her and strategically settle over her lower belly.

“I keep a strict cleaning schedule. Nora’s library and side of the bed are the only things that typically get out of order,” Ray informs from behind her.

“Wow way to throw me under the bus, some baby daddy you are.” Nora elbows him playfully. She feels him nip at her slightly exposed shoulder and she shudders. “Okay baby daddy privileges are restored.”

Zari makes a look of disgust and mutters ‘right in front of my donut’ and Mona gives them a knowing look before dragging the disgusted totem bearer away.

“Is it too early for me to drag you back to our house for the birthday sex I was really really hoping we would be having right now?”

Ray chuckles low in her ear and kisses her earlobe. “Cake first.”

“Mmm then you for dessert. Can’t deny a horny pregnant woman for very long, you know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. After I’m done crying at the fact that you’re pregnant.”

“I didn’t mean to tell everyone at once. I really did mean to just tell you first. Tonight. There’s a little bear and everything hiding in my catch all chair in our room.”

“I’d be honored to still receive it. Even if it’s your birthday and not mine.”

Nora turns in his arms and kisses him deeply. “Well seeing as you’re the best gift I’ve ever received and you put this baby in me and I’m also assuming you’re the mastermind behind this party, a little bear that tells you you’re going to be a daddy is the least I could do.”

“Are you going to make out or cut your cake, Palmer?” Nora hears Sara ask just as she’s about to lean in for another kiss with Ray.

Nora looks over Ray’s shoulder and cocks an eyebrow. “If I’ve got a choice not only do I pick make out with my husband but I’m taking him home to celebrate our way.”’

“Well if you’re looking for an extra birthday treat in that depart--” Nora shoot John a glare and he stops mid sentence.

“Guess I better cut my cake before there’s a mutiny.”

Ray pecks her cheek and walks over to the cake with her. It’s a stereotypical Sweet Sixteen cake with a wax 1 and 6 on top of the cake, now lit (by Mick) to be blown out by Nora.

“Make a wish, birthday girl.” Ava smiles at her bestie.

Nora looks around at her friends--her family and up at her husband. “I’ve got everything. What more could I need?”

“More books!” Mona suggests.

Nora laughs and concentrates on the candles. “I’m a witch, I should probably be careful about wishes.”

“That’s only if you become a fairy godmother again,” Gary lightly teases and she winks at her friend.

“I suppose that’s true.” Nora takes in a deep breath, closes her eyes, and blows out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” Mona asks.

Nora looks up at her husband. “You’ll see.”

Several Months Later

“How are my two favorite girls?” Ray pokes his head into Tori’s nursery and Nora smiles at him. She looks down at the sleeping bundle in her arms and kisses her wild hair.

“Tori’s perfect. She’s ready for her first night home.”

“Well I’m glad to hear that.” Ray goes to her side and kisses the top of her head. “And what about her mama?”

Nora lowers the baby into her crib and passes a hand down her soft purple onesie. “I’m feeling pretty perfect too. Perfectly content.”

“Yeah?”

Nora nods. “Yeah. This is all I wanted. This is all I’ve ever wanted. I wanna be a good mom, and to her. I wanted a little girl so I could prove to myself that I could be a good mom to a little girl, not like my parents, and I wanted to give her everything I didn’t have. All the love I didn’t have.”

“Nora Anne Palmer, you’ve got love in spades. You already rock at this mom thing. The love and care you put into carrying her and every moment you’ve spent with her since birth. You’ve got this. And when you feel you don’t, you’ve got me. And I’ll always be there to support you and remind you that you do got this.”

Nora tucks herself into her husband’s arms. “You two are the best gifts I’ve ever received.”

“Yeah I guess we are a pretty good sixteenth birthday gift.” Ray jokes.

Nora pokes him in the chest. “Bite your tongue.”

[cobrakaisb]

which one you like more (part 1)

a crossover between julie and the phantoms and cobra kai 

requested: yes, by myself :)

a/n: okay so this is an idea that i’ve been playing with for a while, and it’s going to be a multi-part series. (idk how many parts yet) anyways just a couple of things to note, the band will not be ghosts because that is WAY to complicated. and this is proably going to be a love triangle that will be heavily impacted by what y’all want :)

summary: you introduce your school friends to your karate friends and things don’t go exactly as planned. especially when you find out that miguel and luke have feelings for you. 

(i/c) stands for instrument of choice 

word count: 1,389

“so y/n what do you say? come by to our practice?” luke asks as he walks you to your locker after class on a friday afternoon. “luke, you know i have karate after school,” you say as the two of you reach your destination. luke lazily leans against the locker next to yours. “y/n please,” he begs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “stop doing that!” you yelled, pointing at him. luke smirks, “what am i doing?” you roll your eyes, closing your locker. “you know exactly what you’re doing patterson and it’s not happening,” you say, walking towards the exit of the school, leaving luke at your locker. 

“aw man how are you holding up?” reggie asked, as he and alex came to a stop next to luke. “reggie what?” luke asked, his eyes still trained on your retreating figure. “he’s in denial,” reggie whispered loudly to alex. alex rolled his eyes at reggie. “so did she say yes or?” alex asked luke. “no, she can’t. she has karate,” luke said, a dreamy look in his eyes. “wait did you confess to y/n or not?” alex continued, confusedly. luke’s eyes widened. “confess? no i asked if she wanted to come to band practice, but she has karate. god she’s such a badass she plays the (i/c) and does karate,” luke said, trailing off at the end. “oh you have it bad,” reggie observed and alex snapped his fingers in agreement, while luke just shoved his two friends. 

“hey besties!” you greeted hawk, miguel, tory and aisha at the cobra kai dojo. “hi y/n!” aisha responded as you took your spot next to miguel. “so y/n we were thinking of partying at the canyon this weekend, you in?” tory asked. “i don’t know guys. i was supposed to be hanging out with some friends from school,” you explained. “they can come too,” aisha said, looking around for confirmation from the group. everyone shrugged, nodding their heads. “i suppose your school friends could come,” miguel said. “you suppose?” you asked, turning to face miguel, not realizing how close you two were. the two of you just stared at each other, a light blush coating both your cheeks. “alright line up!” sensei lawrence yelled, pulling the two of you out of your trance. 

“okay so saturday at the canyon?” you asked your friends as the five of you left karate. “yeah! bring your friends,” hawk said, pointing to you. “are you bringing drinks?” you asked hawk, who scoffed, “obviously.” “alright then i’ll bring my friends,” you answered, turning to walk to your mom’s car. “bye guys!” you shouted, giving everyone a short hug, well everyone except miguel. the two of you hugged for a lot longer than the others. “bye miguel,” you whispered, walking away from the latino boy. “bye y/n,” he responded, watching as you walked away from them. 

“you’ve got it bad,” tory observed once your mom drove away. “yeah i know,” miguel mumbled, looking between his friends. “so strike first. don’t be a pussy,” hawk said, patting his friend’s back. miguel furrowed his eyebrows at hawk. “he’s right. you don’t even go to school with y/n, what if there’s another boy that has her attention there? you’re gonna have to compete and cobra kai doesn’t lose,” tory pointed out. aisha rolled her eyes at tory and hawk’s words. “don’t listen to them. just tell y/n how you feel when you’re ready,” aisha said. “wow guys thanks,” miguel mumbled. however tory and hawk’s words seemed to light a fire in him because he decided that saturday was the day he was going to tell you exactly how he felt. 

saturday night approached faster than you anticipated. you had texted tory and aisha earlier telling them that luke, alex, reggie, and julie would in fact be coming to the party with you. everyone seemed excited to meet each other, especially you. you felt like you were living two separate lives with the division among your friends, but once they got to know each other maybe you all could hang out together. you finished getting ready and had your mom drive you to the canyon. “call me when you need a ride,” she said, and you nodded, exiting the car. 

miguel and hawk watched you get out of the car. “dude she looks so good,” miguel mumbled to hawk, taking a sip of his drink. “yeah she does,” hawk confirmed, causing miguel to give the boy a look. “woah man chill, i’m not trying to swoop down on your girl, but he might be,” hawk said, pointing at you, as you interact with an unfamiliar boy. miguel’s jaw clenched when he saw the boy hug you, leaving his arm around your shoulders. miguel passed his cup to hawk. “what are you doing?” hawk asked. “striking first,” miguel said and hawk smiled, pushing the boy forward. 

“y/n!” julie yelled from behind you. “julie hey! i’m glad you made it!” you said hugging her. “of course bestie! we wouldn’t miss it,” alex jumped in, pulling you into a hug. you fist bumped reggie who was still looking around at the party, his eyes specifically landing on tory. “who's the blonde?” he asked. “tory? she’s a badass, i can introduce you if you want,” you said, following his line of vision. “yeah maybe. and that dude with the mohawk,” reggie said, now looking at hawk. “where’s my hug at?” luke interrupted. you rolled your eyes at the boy, but hugged him nonetheless. luke’s arm remained around your shoulder, while you watched reggie walk up to tory, very obviously flirting with her. “let’s go grab drinks!” alex said to julie, pulling the girl towards the drink table so that it was just you and luke. 

now’s my chance, luke thought. “hey y/n i-” he started but he was interrupted by another boy’s arrival. “y/n hey,” the boy said. “miguel!” you shouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. luke glared at the boy who was hugging you and miguel was glaring right back. “sorry i didn’t come say hi earlier, i just saw you,” miguel said, as you pulled away from the hug. “it’s fine miguel. i just got here,” you said, laughing slightly. you and miguel just stared at each other, but your moment was broken by luke’s coughing. “right! miguel this is my friend luke from school, luke this is miguel my friend from karate,” you introduced and both boys subtly cringed at your use of the word friend.

“hey man, nice to meet you,” miguel said, holding his hand out for luke to shake. “yeah you too bro,” luke replied, shaking his hand. there was an awkward silence in the air after that. “so uhm y/n can i talk to you?” luke asked, breaking the silence. “uhm yeah sure,” you replied, about to walk away with luke, but miguel grabbed your hand. “actually i was gonna ask if i could talk to you,” miguel said. “uhm i-” you started but you were interrupted by tory calling you over. “sorry guys. looks like i’m going to talk with tory, but i’ll catch you two later?” you said, walking towards tory. the boys were about to protest, but you were already too far away from them.

“so did miguel tell you?” tory asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “did miguel tell me what?” you asked, pouring yourself a drink. “he was supposed to confess his feelings for you,” hawk said as him and reggie approached. “woah no way! luke was supposed to do that too,” reggie observed. “wait what?” you asked, your movements halting. hawk, tory, and reggie all exchanged nervous glances. “you didn’t know?” tory asked and you vigorously shook your head no. “oh shit,” hawk mumbled, casually sipping his drink. “you could say that again,” reggie said, taking a sip of his drink. “oh my god. what am i going to do?” you asked tory, slightly panicking. “hey calm down,” she said, resting her hands on your shoulders. “it’s simple y/n, you just pick the one you like more,” reggie said nonchalantly, and hawk nodded his head in agreement. “the problem is i don’t know which one i like more,” you sighed, chugging the drink that you had just poured.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 84 Xs1) "14Hours"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@crystalbaby12

It feels good to have Colson's heavy body thrown over her when Luna wakes up. She closes her eyes, breathing him in. His scent is a mixture of weed, sandalwood, whiskey and a left over hint of the Jean Paul Gaultier cologne he wears. Laying in his arms, Luna doesn't ever want to move.

It's the knock on their door, that disturbs her bliss. Don's calling an hour before wheels up. They have a 14 hour ride from New Jersey to Chicago on Colson's day off. Fun.

"Mmmm... Kitten..." He moans lowly, pulling her closer to him.

Naked, Luna can feel his hard dick resting against her ass cheek. Colson nuzzles through her hair to the back of her neck. His light kiss gives her goosebumps.

"Morning, Bunny." She coos, bringing his hand up to her mouth to kiss it.

"You're up?" He asks surprised, slightly lifting his head.

"Mhmm." She murmurs as she rolls over to look at him.

"There's that beautiful face." He grins sleepily, pecking her lips.

"We got an hour... You wanna do it here or in the shower?" Luna asks as she adjusts under the weight of his leg over her waist.

"Both." He answers, lifting her face towards him by her chin.

Their kiss is deep and passionate. Both enjoying loving each other without the drama.

Colson moves his leg to run his fingers down the curve of Luna's body. Making her twitch from his light touch. Dipping his fingers between her folds, he grins wider.

"Dirty girl." He comments on her already wet pussy.

Drawing her in, she slides her leg over his waist. Colson lazily fucks Luna on their sides. Facing each other, Colson watches Luna's pleased expressions in the morning sun. They're quiet, except for their moans.

"Fuck I missed her..." Colson's heart thinks as his dick throbs inside of Luna.

Pulling him closer by his shoulders. She shifts her hips up, matching his rhythm. Kissing each other's mouths and bodies while they easily cum for the other. Bodies going weak. Heads light.

"Good thing I'm fucking marrying you..." Luna breathes out, once she rolls over. Splaying her body across Colson and the bed.

"Why's that?" He chuckles.

"Because your dick has seriously ruined me for anyone else!!" She laughs, rolling back onto his chest.

"Good. That means you'll never divorce me." He quips, kissing her head.

"Shut the fuck up." Luna laughs to his chuckle.

"Round two?" Colson asks.

"Burn as we get in?" She responds.

"THAT, is why you're the only woman who could ever be my wife." He states, sprinkling her face with kisses. "I fucking love you, Loons."

"Love YOU!" She grins as she slips out of their nest of blankets to roll a joint.

"You really are something else..." Colson muses over Luna like he did the night of his birthday.

"The ONLY, Bunny." She grins, leaning her naked body over to kiss him. "Ready?" She asks.

Lighting the joint and hitting it a few times before she passes it to Colson. Inhaling deeply, he exhales another I love You.

"Come on and love me in the shower." Luna coaxes.

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Luna and Colson walk into the lobby, free hands laced together. Everyone else is already there.

"Awwww... Did we make uuup?" Baze teases them.

"Shut up, Truck." Colson laughs as Luna rolls her eyes.

"Aww, coooome on... You know the kids don't like it when Mommy and Daddy fight." Baze laughs, throwing an arm around them each as he comes in between Colson and Luna.

"Ugh.. That's so gross..." Luna shudders as she tries to shake Baze off of her.

Luna has a Daddy Kink she's explored with Tommy but won't with Colson. It's Casie's fault. The first time she heard her call him Daddy, it weirded Luna the fuck out. Realizing in that moment he's actually someone's DAD, she just can't get passed it. Luna picturing Casie's face the one time she tried. Deciding NOPE. Right then and there. Plus, she's really not about that Kid Life. She loves Casie but the idea of being a mother makes her want to vomit.

"You don't wanna be somebody's Mommy?" Baze wiggles his head as he makes sucking noises.

Colson's laughing as Baze taunts Luna. She's still stuck under his arm.

"Fuuuck nooo." Luna says. Dipping down, under and away from him. "I ain't bringing any crotch dropplings into this fucked up world!"

They all look at her. Sam exploding into laughter, she's heard Luna's rant about kids before. Ashleigh turns and cocks her head to the side. Perplexed at Luna's vocabulary.

"Crotch dropplings, though!? That's one for the books, Loons." She laughs, shaking her head.

"Yo. My kids would be Assholes. True crotch dropplings." She replies, throwing her palms out.

The Boys can't help but giggle over her word. Luna's always spouting out some type of crazy fuckitude.

"Case isn't an Asshole..." Colson shakes his head, debating Luna as he slaps her ass.

"Oh." She hops and grins at his authority. "Yeah. Because of Emma. Anything WE.." Luna flicks her thumb between herself and soon to be husband. "Spit out, would be a straight up Dickhead. No doubt."

Colson rolls his eyes as he kisses the top of her head. He doesn't know if he wants another kid but half of him would bet he could get Luna to do it if he really wanted too. The other half of himself laughs "You're a Fucking idiot." Knowing Luna would never do anything she didn't want to because someone else did.

"Fucking crotch dropplings...?" He laughs. "Something's fucking wrong with you, yo."

Luna nods in agreement as her theory is met by laughter and talk of Truths and Facts from their friends as they all walk out together. Luggage in tow with wild theories of this imaginary kid drifting in the air.

Ashleigh informing Luna, that you don't SPIT them out as she laughs at her ridiculousness. Catching a shrug with an I Don't Know, Ashleigh rolls her eyes as they head to The Bus. Clearly Luna does not.

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Once settled, they burn and drink coffee as a group. None of them really breakfast eaters.

Ashleigh, Colson and Luna sit on one couch together. Luna's leg draped over Colson's thigh. Sam and The Boys are scattered around, chattering on about last night. They had hit a local bar with some of The Crew, closing the place down.

Ashleigh mentions the Massachusetts merch to Colson. Deciding on XL hoodies, she tells him they should be in by Thursday. Colson nods his head. Kissing Luna on the cheek, thanking her for the idea.

She tells him it's No Big Deal as she leans over for another kiss. Standing up, she tells them she's gonna call Monica before heading to the back of The Bus.

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Monica is not surprised by Luna's news but she is annoyed by it. Her client has always been a handful but this last month or so seems to have been a free for all. Monica scolds Luna on how she can't assault high profile people without consequences. That she's gotten really lucky and has to stop it.

Luna only pays her half a mind until Monica tells her she's nervous regarding Luna's other ventures. That she needs to be extra careful now that she's more publicly visible. They don't want ANY police looking at Luna for ANY reason.

Understanding, Luna agrees to Calm Her Tits. Apologizing to Monica for worrying her. They move on to the listings Monica sent Luna.

"Fuck... I totally forgot all about them. I'm sorry." She apologizes again.

Luna's digging under the bed as she continues to talk. Looking for something she grabbed in The City, she wants to bring it out when she's finished

"Maybe if you didn't spend so much time beating people up." Monica zings.

"Fuck you, Mon." She tells her, unamused.

Pleased when her hand touches the box, she pulls it out. Luna grins looking at her treasure.

"Alright, pass me to Ashleigh." Monica responds.

"Wait? What? For what?" Luna asks, caught off guard with a slight attitude.

"These NDAs... The fucking dual residency you asked for.... I don't know... Your non stop bullshit... What else would it be for, Jerk Off?" Monica deadpans to Luna.

Monica's choice of insult cracks Luna up. She truly appreciates anyone who speaks their mind.

"Okay... Okay... Fuck. I'm sorry." Luna laughs as she walks to the front of The Bus. "Here she is..."

"AND STOP FUCKING HITTING PEOPLE!!" Monica can be heard shouting from the phone as she hands her to Ashleigh.

"Jesus Christ." Colson looks at Luna with wide eyes.

"You think she wants me to stop hitting people?" She smirks as they both laugh.

Luna walks over to the table. Grabbing everyone's attention with a Yo, she shows them her prize.

Sam hangs back on the couch. They've already taste tested most of it.

"WORD!!!! We almost out. Good look, LunaTic!" Slim nods to her as he tosses her an elbow.

Luna steps to the side as they all come in to smell the different strains of bud and wax. Each highly impressed with the quality and grateful for the vegetation.

"Aight, Kitten... I see you." Colson says, wrapping his body around hers in approval.

"We got Backwoods?" She asks, referring to a particular cigar brand.

"I got the rig!" Rook shouts, lifting up the glass smoking apparatus.

He sets up it up on the counter, turning on the electric needle. Benny and AJ start rolling blunts as Baze and Colson twist up joints. Sam pulling together supplies for the wax.

"You and your bestie good?" Luna teases Ashleigh when she hands her back her phone..

"Yeah..." She laughs. "I'm gonna express her the NDA's and Kells water bill I got you on once we get to Chicago. She's ready to file the paperwork for the dual residency and needs it...."

"Shit, really? That was quick. Thank you." Luna kisses her on the cheek. "Anything else to do?" She asks to Ashleigh head shake. "Then let's get fucking HIGH, Bitch!" Luna laughs, showing her the case.

Once the rig is hot enough, they all take large dabs. Coughing until they almost choke. Setting the expensive glass piece to the side on the bumpy bus.

Luna sits on the floor between Colson's legs as she hits her first joint of their session. Ashleigh and Slim are on one couch with him. Benny, Baze and Sam on another. AJ's lounging in one of the chairs as Rook stretches out on his back on the floor near Luna.

Passing blunts and joints around, occasionally taking more dabs, they are getting high as FUCK.

"I wanna do a new cover with you..." Colson says in a low, stoned voice.

Turning to him, Luna asks what he's thinking. Hitting a blunt, he's quiet for a few minutes.

"You're All I Need?" He asks with red eyeballs.

"The Meth joint?" Slim asks with a scowl. "Nah, Dawg... I'm not feeling that one."

"Yeah..." Luna agrees with Slim. She has an idea. "You want fast or slow?" She asks.

"Hmmm... I don't know." He ponders.

There's so many blunts and joints going around, everyone has something in their hand at all times. Smoke filling The Bus.

Luna gets up and grabs her guitar. It's the acoustic one she made sure to pack. Sitting back down, crossed leg in front of Colson on the floor, she begins to strum.

"What about Sublime?" She asks. We could turn What I Got or Bad Fish into a duet..."

🎶When you grab ahold of me🎶

🎶You tell me that I'll never🎶

🎶Be set free🎶

🎶But I'm a parasite🎶

🎶Creep and crawl🎶

🎶I step into the night🎶

Luna sings, nodding for Colson to step in. He's sweet face lighting up as he does so.

🎶Two pints of booze🎶

🎶Tell me are you🎶

🎶Are you a BadFish too🎶

Luna slides in the second.

🎶Are you a BadFish too🎶

As Colson continues.

🎶Ain't got no money🎶

🎶To spend🎶

🎶I hope this night🎶

🎶Will never end🎶

They blend together. Eyes watching the other. Smiles playing on their lips as their voices harmonize simultaneously.

🎶Lord knows I'm weak🎶

🎶Won't somebody🎶

🎶Get me off of this reef🎶

Grinning at each other as Luna slides the guitar strings. Colson starts the next verse. Alternating with Luna every two. She backs him during the line.

🎶Underneath my bed🎶

Coming back together, they sing the ending chorus. By the second round, the whole bus is singing together.

🎶Ain't got no quarrels🎶

🎶With God🎶

🎶And got no time🎶

🎶To grow old🎶

🎶Lord knows I'm weak🎶

🎶Won't somebody🎶

🎶Get me off of this reef🎶

They happily belt together. Finishing up with laughter. Still passing around rolled up weed.

Everyone thinks it's a great cover. Colson isn't sure about the energy though. Luna agrees, it's more jam seshy. Probably because their baked off their asses. Luna offers trying What I Got if he wants.

"Nah, let's chill out." He leans down to kiss her forehead. "Y'all wanna kick on a movie?" He asks.

Stoned, they all agree. Laughing and loudly quoting How High as they watch it. Luna eventually climbing onto Colson's lap to cuddle. Giggling as they drop sporadic kisses on each other.

Everyone too stoned to move, they put on Anchorman next. Smoking almost a half ounce between them in less then 5hrs.

Most of them nodding out before Baxter gets punted off of the bridge. All of them knocked before the end of the movie.

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They wake up around 830Pish. Beers already cracked. Drinks made. More weed flowing along with music. Sam finds the Magic Slushies when she goes to look for ice.

"What is this?" She asks, intrigued as she pulls out the large jar.

"We had a Tea Party." Luna tells her from across The Bus.

"And THIS was left over??" Sam asks being very familiar with Luna's Tea Parties. "Can we eat these right now?"

"Can we wait? I don't know if I wanna be stuck on The Bus and I'm still kinda recovering from Saturday night...." Luna groans. "Wanna play a game instead?"

Luna heads to her and Colson's room after Sam nods. She comes back out with poster board and art supplies. Truly packing everything but the kitchen sink.

"What 'cha thinkin', Loons MaGoons?" Baze asks her.

Luna grins at him. "I'm thinking a good 'ol American drinken' board game.... There Truck. What do you guys think?" She asks.

She's met with amused Okays as her and Sam set out on a gameboard. Turning to Colson, she asks him to have the others find themselves pawns. They settle on quarters with their initials drawn on with Sharpie.

Most are obvious, like C for Colson, L for Luna and R for Rook. Ashleigh takes the A as they squeeze AJ onto one. Sam gets the S, Benny the B, while Baze uses a Z and Slim settles for BA. For BlaqAbe.

"How's it look?" Luna asks, displaying her and Sam's finished project.

"You tryin' to get us fucked up, Brooklyn!" Benny laughs at their creation.

"That's my girl." Colson says kissing her head.

Cracking more beers and grabbing a bottle of tequila. Gathering around the board on the floor, they use one die. Starting counterclockwise from the youngest. Rook goes first. Rolling a 2.

"Truth or Dare, Rookie!!" Slim laughs.

Shaking his head, he chooses Dare. Who knows what the hell he's in for.

Colson speaks first.

"I dare you to give our Newb a proper welcome..." He says mischievously.

The Boys whoop as Ashleigh shakes her head.

"And what is that?" Luna asks thinking of her friend.

"A lap dance" Colson shrugs with a smirk.

"Well, in that case..." Luna laughs.

She gets up to change the music. Turning up Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me.

"BRING IT OOON!!" Sam laughs as Rook turns bright red.

Initially shy, Rook's got moves once the 80's hit kicks on. Sam laughs and squeals as he snakes up her body, then slithers down it. Opening her legs as he leans into her chest.

Everyone cheering him on as Luna passes Sam bills. Taking his shirt off, he jumps onto the couch. With Sam between his legs, he pulls her by the neck using his shirt. Grinding his hips in her face as she tucks bills into his waistband with encouragement. Hopping down, Rook shakes his ass against Sam's tits. Grinning and fully enjoying herself, she slaps it as he asks The Bus if they want One Lump or Two.

It is a phenomenal performance. Ashleigh, Sam and Luna clapping and whooping when he finishes. Rook beaming as his cheeks blaze maroon.

"Drummer Boy got them moves like Jagger!!" Sam teases him.

Sam has to take a shot when she rolls a 1. Ashleigh the same when she rolls a 3, having to go back two spaces. Benny rolls a 1 also. More shots, while Luna rolls a 5.

"Group selfie!!!" She shouts as they all pile in.

Somehow squeezing all nine of them together. Colson rolls a 6, landing on a Drink Water spot.

"This is bullshit." He complains as he chugs a bottle.

Baze rolls a 4, picking Rook to Colson's steady complaint.

"You have a beer in your hand, Ya nut!" Luna laughs at him as she kisses his cheek.

AJ rolls a 1, taking a shot. While Slim rolls a 3, having to go back two spaces for his own shot. Everyone drinking but Rook when he rolls a 4. Sam drinking water when she hits a 5. Colson laughs at Ashleigh when she rolls another 5, having to drink water too.

"I don't mind, dickhead." She snarks back with a smile, welcoming the water.

Hotel Diablo is bumping as they swig beers and pass joints. Everyone laughing and talking as they take their turn. Benny chooses Colson to take a shot on his 3. Luna having to talk in an accent for the rest of the game when she also rolls a 5.

"Blooty 'ell wit these fouves, Mates!" Luna horribly imitates Dom.

Colson starts to pout again when he only rolls a 2, until he realizes he gets to Make A Rule. No one is surprised when it's: He and Luna take a shot whenever ANYONE else has to drink anything.

"You fooking lush..." Luna slurs trying to perfect her accent.

"You're such an idiot." Colson laughs kissing her head as she nuzzles into him.

"Fucking water!!" Baze shouts out when he rolls a 2.

Colson and Luna taking shots with his water. Slim laughing at Luna's fucked up accent. More shots for everyone but AJ as he hits a 6. Slim being another victim of The Water with a 5. Luna and Colson taking a shot with him.

They carry on, laughing and teasing each other. Rook choosing to thumb wrestler Luna on his 2.

"Ahhh!! You're a cheater!!" Rook laughs as Luna swoops her thumb and pins him down.

"Ya got a Sweep the leg, Johnny!!"

Luna wiggles in happiness over her win. Making Rook laugh at her shitty accent.

Sam's 3 gets her dominated by Colson's big hands when she choses him as her opponent. Already feeling tipsy, Ashleigh's relieved when her 1 forces everyone to drink but her. Benny makes the rule that anytime anyone says Fuck they have to drink off of his 4. Things are gonna get wild now. Luna's forced to rhyme on a 2.

"Oi tell ye well. Burds loike me, go straight to blooty 'ell." Luna spits out as the room laughs.

Rook tosses her an approving elbow. Colson reminding her of his rap battle plans.

"You're an idiot." She laughs as she kisses him.

"Your idiot." He confirms with another kiss before taking his turn.

"FUCK yeah!!! Two shots!!" Colson stands up shouting when he rolls a 6. Benny reminds him of the Fuck Rule making it three.

"Word." Colson grins, lining up six shots.

Luna downing three with him. Taking another with Colson on Baze's 5. Laughing and talking, Sam and Slim get stuck with an extra shot for the Fuck Rule. AJ's 5 demands more shots from him, Luna and Colson. Making a Rule on his 2, Slim wants them to Caw-Caw like birds anytime Colson kisses Luna.

"That's not fucking cool, Dawg!" Colson exclaims.

That's another shot for them both. Stupid Fuck Rule. Rook rolls a 4. Making him, Colson and Luna pound their beers. It's a double round of shots for them also when the space makes him move ahead one too.

"Fucking, Eh... I mean Blooty 'ell!!" Luna tries to correct herself.

"SHOOOOOT!!" The Bus laughs at her.

"I was walking down the line. Feeling just fine. Till this ugly boy grabbed my behind. I had to drop him quick because, Bitch I'm a dime." Sam spits as her 3 makes her rhyme.

Luna laughs as Ashleigh high fives Sam. With The Boys impressed, Rook let's a Fucking Awesome slip. One, two, three... More shots for him, Colson and Luna.

"This efff ruullle is haaard, my dear boy." Luna complains to Benny, drawling out her letters and twisting her wrist in the air.

Benny laughs at her tipsy eyeballs. She leans into Colson, causing him to instinctively kiss her cheek. His whisper is interrupted by a rule.

"CAAW-CAAWW!!!" Slim drunkenly shouts as the room mimics The Caw-Caw Rule. Things are getting ridiculous.

"Oh Fuck..." Ashleigh sighs as her 6 makes her pound her beer to Colson and Luna's second. Plus, three shots each for the space jump and Fuck Rule.

Benny's 6 has the three of them down another two shots. They're all getting wasted. The Fuck Rule coming in so hardcore, they have to open another bottle of tequila. Luna's 5 requires a prank call. She decides on Pete.

"Elllllloooo!!! This is blooty Keith Mooon cawlling from the graave, Mate. Hoooow dooo you doooo?" She howls into the speaker phone.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Pete asks Luna, laughing.

"SHOOOOT!!!" The Bus screams making him understand.

Hanging up after a few minutes, Colson gives Luna a side eye when his 4 lands him on SAFE.

"What kinda shit is that?" He asks her drunken shrug.

Baze lands on Truth or Dare with his 4. Colson daring him to give Sam a Racer Shot. Luna lightly threatening him to leave her friend alone after she basically watches him spit a shot into her throat. Sam rolling her eyes and laughing at Luna. She's not worried about these Boys.

"NEVEAHHH!!!" Colson cackles, pulling Luna onto his lap.

"CAW-CAAAW!!" The Bus of drunks explodes as their lips meet. Laughter interrupting the kiss.

Another pounding of their beers and two more shots as AJ's 2 forces them on.

"I tink I'm blooty druuunk..." Luna laughs, accent taking on a life of its own. Now she sounds Irish. Or maybe British... They're all too drunk to care.

"FOOKING 'ELL!!" Luna exclaims with wide eyes.

Slim rolled a 5, landing with AJ. Another pounded beer, round of shots and an extra for Luna and the Fuck Rule. Joints are still flowing, everyone's having a good time making their way around the gameboard.

With another 4, Rook lands SAFE with Colson. Sam's 3 gets her hit with a Truth or Dare. Choosing Dare, Luna cuts in.

"Oi daaare you, koind laaty to allow me to give you a Sharpie Facial." Luna drunkenly dares her.

Sam accepts allowing Luna to give a wicked, twisted mustache and goatee on her face. The Bus erupting into laughter. Rook shouting CAW-CAAW!! as Colson tries to tell Luna he loves her.

"What the fuck." He complains to another round of shots for him and Luna.

Ashleigh slides into SAFE on her 4, Benny's Shot Whore means another round for Luna and Colson also. Luna hits Never Have I Ever with a 5.

"Neva ave oi eva fooked..."

"Shot!!" Sam yells at her.

After slamming it with Colson and trying to hold any kind of accent Luna starts again. "Neva ave Oi eva BANGED a midget while blooted owff caCANE." She grins as she raises her hand.

Roaring, everyone raises theirs but Benny. They all look at him.

"What? I like small bitches and it snows a lot in NYC." His explanation met with snorting and howling.

They're almost halfway through and everyone's pretty wasted. They've switched from Hotel Diablo and are blaring Outkast's Aquemini. The southern groove catching their hips. Joking and smoking, they try to proceed on.

Colson rolls a 5, landing on a space that kicks him back ten. The new space calling for him to down his drink and move forward to two more shots. Lining 'em up, Luna follows behind him. This being around the fourth or fifth beer she's pounded.

Rolling a 1, Baze pulls who's ever closest to him for another selfie. AJ, Rook, Slim, Colson and Luna. They look trashed.

AJ's 6 knocks him back one, calling for shots from him, Luna and Colson. Slim grabs a 3, choosing to Prank Call LaMar. Laughing so hard, he can't make it through the call.

Mar calls back confused with another What the Fuck? The drunk friends not making any sense and screaming SHOT at him, he hangs up.

Rook rolls a 3, his space demanding whoever has the most beer to Neck It. Down goes Ashleigh, Luna and Colson's beers. Sam's 5 has her Move Back One to Shot Whore. The couple follows her down her shot hatch.

Everyone is loud and laughing. Baze falls out of his chair with a Fuck and 3 shots. Forgetting about it, Colson almost spits out his beer when he catches Sam's facial art.

"CAW-CAAW!!!!" They shout as he kisses Luna over her masterpiece.

Ashleigh was safe until she rolled a 5. Knocking her back ten spaces with Colson. The three of them pounding their beers and slamming another round of shots as called for.

"Fuuuck..." Escapes from her mouth as she wipes the tequila off her chin. That's another shot for the three of them.

"Oi blooty ate yooou!!" Luna laughs.

"You gonna eat her?" Slim teases. "That's a show I never thought I'd see!" He laughs.

Forgetting to use her accent, Luna laughs out a Fuck You. That's another shot for her and Colson. They're about to crack their third fifth of tequila. Landing on Flip a Coin with his 5, Benny lands on heads. Six more shots. Two a piece between him, Colson and Luna.

"You really fucked us." Luna drunkenly kisses Colson afterwards.

"SHA-CAWT!!!!" Baze screams.

Placing her face in her hands, Luna laughs uncontrollably. It takes a moment for her to take her Fuck Rule shot. It's another two shots for her, Ashleigh and Sam when Luna lands on a 3, making only the girls drink. And Colson.

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