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tickly-trashcan · 2 years ago

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Warm Hands {Akihito and Hiroomi}

A/N: this is for the 1k event!! the prompt was for two of my faves hehe i hope that the person who requested enjoys this!! I love these two dorks so much they are my happy place and I miss this show so I might watch it again after I catch up with a few other shows i’ve been watching hehe~ This one takes place a little bit before the events of the actual show, but not too early bc it’s just Hiroomi finding out that Akihito is a walking heater LOL

Summary: Hiroomi’s hands are always cold, but Akihito might just be his solution.

Word Count: 1.2k (under the cut)

“Akkey, it’s so cold,” Hiroomi whined as he and Akihito walked to the school together. It was early October so it was starting to get a bit more chilly, but it was hardly noticeable at this point.

“No it’s not. You’ve got a scarf anyway, that should keep you warm,” Akihito said bluntly, clearly not caring whether or not Hiroomi was cold. Hiroomi only whined again, bumping Akihito with his shoulder.

“Easy for you to say. You’re half Youmu, so you’re naturally warmer than me.”

Akihito hummed in mild disinterest and kept walking. They eventually came up to the train crossing, where they stopped. Hiroomi shivered.

“Autumn is too cold. I don’t think I’ll survive the winter.”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame,” Akihito drawled, walking forward as soon as the train passed. Hiroomi gasped softly in offense.

“You wound me, Akkey!” Hiroomi exclaimed, running after Akihito, who was nearly to the school.

“Maybe you should wear mittens if the scarf isn’t enough. Just how cold are you to be complaining non-stop?” Akihito asked, turning his head to look at Hiroomi, who had finally caught up.

“I might as well be a popsicle at this point. Here,” Hiroomi took Akihito’s hand, making him flinch. “See?”

“You are cold… Eh, just get some mittens, like I said. That’ll fix it.”

“But we have to go to school, Akkey! How am I supposed to survive the whole day when I’m this cold? I’ll freeze to death!” Hiroomi complained, making Akihito sigh.

“I can’t do anything about it, I don’t know why you’re asking me.”

Hiroomi frowned. “But your hands are warm… Wait, you’re warmer than me!”

Akihito’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t like where this is going…”

“We could hold hands today!” Hiroomi declared.

Akihito quickly walked off, ignoring Hiroomi when he called after him. “Akkey, surely you wouldn’t mind holding hands with me?!”

“Actually, I would. One, you’re not a cute girl with glasses. Two, you’re weird. So no, I’m not holding hands with you.”

“Can’t you just pretend I’m a cute girl with glasses?” Hiroomi whined, clinging to Akihito’s sleeve as he hindered Akihito’s walk.

Akihito glared at Hiroomi in disgust. Hiroomi cleared his throat and put on a high-pitched voice. “Oh, Akihito, do you prefer when I wear cat eye glasses or tortoise shell glasses?”

Akihito shoved Hiroomi away, groaning as he dusted off his sleeve. “I can see why Mitsuki avoids you.”

Hiroomi frowned at the mention of his sister and went back up to Akihito, trying to bargain. “Well, if we don’t hold hands, how about something else? You’re so warm, Akkey, it would save me from dying of hypothermia.”

“You’re not gonna die of hypothermia, Hiroomi,” Akihito said in exasperation, but Hiroomi was having none of it.

“I’m so cold! My neck is cold too, even with this scarf! Is your neck warm?”

Hiroomi placed his hand against Akihito’s neck, making him yelp at the sudden touch. It was so cold and unexpected that Akihito couldn’t help his reaction. The two of them stared at each other with wide eyes for a few moments. Akihito glared at Hiroomi and took a step back.

“Don’t you dare,” Akihito started, but Hiroomi ignored him.

“Akkey, you’re neck is warm too. You’re like a walking heater!”

Akihito turned away and went to walk off, but Hiroomi put both hands on his neck to warm them up, making Akihito yelp again. “Stop that!”

He tried to shake off Hiroomi, who was sighing in relief with how warm Akihito’s neck was. Akihito shivered, both from Hiroomi’s cold hands and from being mildly uncomfortable. “Put your hands somewhere else, weirdo!”

“Hmm… It is hard to keep my hands here, and they aren’t getting equal warmth… Where else could I put them?”

“In your pockets! Not me!”

Hiroomi ignored Akihito, looking for another place where he could put his hands. Pockets might work, but Akihito didn’t have good pockets on his jacket. He finally looked by Akihito’s arms, and an idea popped into his head.

“I know just the spot.”

He shoved his hands under Akihito’s arms.

Akihito nearly jumped ten feet in the air as he shrieked, expecting anything other than his underarms being touched. “Don’t!”

Hiroomi blinked. “That was quite a reaction.”

Akihito shook Hiroomi’s hands away and grumbled, walking off. “We’re gonna be late.”

Hiroomi nodded, catching up to Akihito as the two of them attended school. Hiroomi thought about Akihito’s big reaction throughout the day, trying to place what it was that had made him jump like that. Was it because he wasn’t expecting it? Or was Hiroomi really just that cold? Or was it something else?

No matter what it was, Hiroomi was going to find out.

As the day wrapped up, Hiroomi found Akihito in the Literary Club room after school. Akihito was leafing through a book when Hiroomi arrived, and he didn’t even spare him a glance.

“Where’s Mitsuki?” Akihito asked when Hiroomi shut the door.

“She left early. Apparently Yakiimo was being fussy.”

Akihito hummed and continued to read the book, ignoring Hiroomi. Hiroomi hummed, standing behind Akihito, who was somewhat engrossed. He slowly moved his hands towards his underarms again, but as soon as he touched them, Akihito jumped and turned to glare at him.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it–” Akihito stopped, turning his head. “It feels weird.”

Hiroomi raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Would you stop asking questions?” Akihito snapped. Hiroomi shrugged.

“Alright,” He said. He didn’t move from behind Akihito, and instead reached forward again. “But if I can’t ask questions, I’ll have to find out some other way.”

Akihito was about to protest, but Hiroomi had already buried his hands under Akihito’s arms, making him shriek again. He dropped the book he was holding and clamped his arms down, nearly knocking himself out of the chair. Hiroomi hummed.

“Are my hands that cold?”

“No, it tickles! Now stahap!”

Hiroomi raised an eyebrow, processing for a moment. Then he grinned. “It tickles? Well, why didn’t you say so?”

Akihito sighed, thinking Hiroomi would move his hands now. Instead, he began to feel a tingly sensation as Hiroomi’s fingers moved. “It would be easier to warm up my hands if I moved them a little bit anyway.”

“No–!”

Akihito broke into loud laughter as soon as Hiroomi began to tickle him, falling out of his chair as Hiroomi followed him to the ground, making sure he didn’t hurt himself as they went. Akihito kicked his legs and cackled, shaking his head as Hiroomi smirked at him.

“We’ve known each other for how long? How come I never knew you were ticklish?”

“Behehecause it’s embahahaharrassing! GAha! Plehehease, not thehere!”

Hiroomi frowned. “It’s not embarrassing, Akkey. I think it’s rather cute.”

“Shuhuhut up!”

Hiroomi chuckled, continuing to scribble under Akihito’s arms as Akihito hollered, kicking his legs as he tried to push Hiroomi away weakly, but he could hardly pull his arms away from his body. Every time he tried, the tickling would somehow get worse and he’d immediately retract his arms. Eventually he just gave up and resigned himself to laughter as Hiroomi chuckled.

“I suppose my hands are sufficiently warm now,” Hiroomi commented. He stopped his fingers, but didn’t pull his hands away from Akihito’s underarms. Akihito managed to catch his breath after a little while and he glanced up at Hiroomi, his face flushed with pink.

“Wh-Why don’t you mohove your hands?” He said, still a bit giggly. Hiroomi shrugged.

“You’re still warm. I think I’ll leave them there just a little while longer until they’re extra toasty.”

Akihito sighed, rolling his eyes. If this was what he had to do for Hiroomi, he decided that it wasn’t too bad. He did owe him, after all.

#akihito #hiroomi #beyond the boundary #tickle fic #1k event #anon

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aloeboba · 3 years ago

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SO, brain said todoroki working the night shift at a cvs during the summer or something and I think this has already been done, actually (but i don’t remember it so i’m not plagiarizing).

But the absolute chaos that could string from this whole thing. He’s probably a cashier.

First off, he would be so done with this thing.

Like the weirdos who come into gas stations at 3 am are the people he has to deal with

So we have one sleep deprived todo and like 30 sketchy customers with issues

“no ma’am, the coupon isn’t valid. in fact it’s been expired since 2008″

“no sir, i can only scan one coupon per purchase, per customer”

He probably has so many of those interactions that he does, in fact, take multiple coupons at once and expired extra bucks.

Although, when its much to late for our icyhot boy, he probably messes with people on purpose just because he’s bored and too delusional to act like a sane person.

*scans card* “it won’t go through” “oh well try again” “*scans card and it goes through* it won’t go through”

*scanning a pill bottle* “you know, I heard the yakuza was using this as a front for their quirk enhancers, didn’t end well though. Turned people into giant mosquitoes. You should have seen it. Couldn’t eave my house for a month.”

Someone: *grabbing a container of ice cream*

Todo: i heard there was a lawsuit against them. something about smuggling drugs through that exact flavor. Hid it in the caramel chunks.”

If he has to suffer so do they

He also gossips with the older women.

Todoroki is the kind of guy to probably actively flirt with the manager or boss or something to get on their good side or just to get a 50 cent raise

Upgrade: he cannot flirt that well. it’s probably confusing with mixed in Spanish words (?) but the manager finds his efforts cute and somehow flattering.

He definetly bumps into a poorly disguised dabi at some point at 4 am buying cheap hair dye

Todoroki: *eye contact*

Dabi: *nervous eye contact*

Todoroki: ...

Dabi: ...

Todoroki: that’ll be 10 dollars

Dabi: but it says 6

Todoroki: its 10 dollars

*staring continues*

Dabi, who doesn’t want to make a scene: FiNe *digging around in his pocket*

The manager doesn’t tell him that they hired a new night shift shelve stalker so when he hears rustling and footsteps, he just assumes its a big rat or smth

No not a big rat

A human??

Oh uraraka

At first its kind of awkward (especially because todo got so tired of the noise he came at her with a broom and lysol; it did not end well) so they just kind of acknowledge the fact that they know each by staring at each other for minutes at a time, even when he’s checking someone out

They finally decide to talk to each other and its only chaos from there.

They race each other in baskets through the isles and replace labels on shampoo bottles

They probably sniff the perfume behind the counter and rate the smells (once todoroki stole a sample), doing bad french accents and huffing them like they were wine (that didn’t end well though because they both needed sinus medicine afterwards)

Todoroki, doing a bad french accent: ah yes, stronk, woodsy, cheap...

Uraraka: mm-hm, airy and floral, just like the fabreeze I keep in my room

Todo: this one is, yes, yes... balsomic... vinegar that is. what is this?

Uraraka: mm, bubbly and familiar. ah right, like non-toxic scented glue.

Todo: this one is-- *coughing* the worst. I do not recommend this scent, Uraraka.

They were once caught by a someone and todo gave him a dollar to keep his mouth shut

Uraraka and todoroki end up bonding or whatever in the form of pranks and chaos and end up growing closer than they thought they would

They look forward to seeing each other

What i’m trying to say here is this is romance

Todochako fam

Like right now they’re in between dating and best friends (whatever you wanna call that. Will and Grace, maybe?)

Mitsuki goes on a late night run one night and probably recognizes him as katsuki’s classmate and surprised to see him working as cashier like “dont your daddy got money??”

“yes ma’am but i despise him”

She probably goes on a rant abt katsuki and work and he just nods along and throws in a few comments about his job or whatever

“you know, you seem like a nice boy, todoroki-kun. I wouldn’t mind if you dated my son”.

“no offense, mrs. bakugou, but i would punch him.”

They become fast friends

She invites him over sometimes, at some point meets uraraka and loves her also

unfortunatly i have no more to write because i can’t think of anything else but this was fun actually :D I think this is a really fun idea so i might (or if someone else wants to) write a fic about this but idk bc i’m what the kids call “unmotivated most days” so use what you want with these.

(also, i’ve never worked at a cvs before so idk if this is accurate)

edit: i was lowkey brain dead from working on a computer all day when i wrote most of this so honestly i have no clue whats going rereading it so i apologize for the literal weirdness and parts that make no sense so i make edit it later :\

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bwoahtastic · 3 years ago

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omg I love maxiel in the runaway baby boom verse sm - I'd imagine that Daniel at first sort of doesn't even notice that max is pregnant? Like when the toddler leads him to the pool house and he sees the omega hidden in the furthest away corner in a messy nest of towels and what not, anxiously whining and trying to reach for his son without properly moving, Daniel at first just thinks that Max is hurt bc Max is wearing this super wide shirt that hides his bump pretty well. And Daniel's just slowly trying to get closer, asking "Are you hurt somewhere? Or are you sick? I can help you, please let me help you."

Max is not really answering just bubbling about "please don't hurt my pups, we will leave, please don't call anyone" and daniel doesn't really think about the plural, he goes ahead to tell Max that "you look three seconds away from passing out - no offense - just come inside the house with me, you and your pup can sleep there, I promise nobody will hurt you."

Max hesitantly agreeing eventually, letting Daniel help him up because he's so exhausted and his legs and feet hurt like a bitch, sore all over, but he hisses and protectively wraps his arms around his tummy when Daniel accidently touches the bump, just wanting to support max by the waist, and Daniel's lil alpha brain finally clicks and he's like oh, oh! Oh fuck, he has found a pregnant omega and a toddler... Michael!!

Sjdjdjjd Dan is a sweetheart but he has 0 braincells and he is very distracted by the pup being very cute.

And sure he is concerned about the Omega huddled away in a corner and makes sure to keep more distance from the little toddler when the Omega is crying out for his baby and being so scared.

Dan trying to get Max into his house and Max is so scared and just begging him but je knows he doesn't have a choice cos Noah needs an actual house to be in and some warm food in his belly 🥺

Daniel rumbling so softly when he helps Max up and Max is still trembling and can barely keep himself up and looks ready to kill Dan when Dan touches Max's tummy🥺 Noah pressing closer to Max and sternly telling Dan not to upset the baby in meymey's tummy and Daniel is like 👁👄👁 oh god he pregnant.

Daniel still gently leading Max outside and into the kitchen and just figuring pregnant Omegas and little pups need food so the pancakes it is, although he does text Michael to hurry ejfjjr

#asks #runaway au: baby boom

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junityy · 3 years ago

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Hellooooo ! Since you’re back I was thinking you could a cute ask game :) If you’re moots + you were kpop idols, what would they go viral for ?

hi nonnie! ajsjjwd thats so cute ,, tysm!! i love these kind of games :( kiss 4 u <33

also PLEASE THESE ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE HELP but they're kinda funny ngl😭🙄

liz aka me - im not gonna lie to you i think i would pull a yeonjun and kevin and boom, just like that a clip/multiple clips of me twerking is viral all of a sudden. it would be to a kpop song too🙄☝🏼 i twerk all the time HELPSBSJD

kyla @gyuuss - bae im so sorry but you would go viral for barking at a picture of your fav. literally no explanation needed. but i also feel like she'd go viral for actually crying over smth, like a movie or some shit LIKE REAL TEARS STREAMING DOWN HER FACE

shirmeter @eternallyhyucks - literally her weird but somehow funny made up phrases and nicknames she gives everyone. all the time. LIKE COME TF ON "lizterin" "lizterson" "gyusterson" "funky fresh fruits and vegetables" STFU😭😭😭

val @fairybinie - video of them and a member of their group fighting (obv as a joke but they make it look like their life depends on it). no explanation needed. val gives me anger issues vibes 80% of the time (no offense ily)

cici @iyeonjuni - i feel like cici would be the softest nicest coolest kindest smiley-est member yk but then a video of predebut cici absolutely losing her shit ready to beat someone's ass would go viral man idek😭

may @tyunni - definitely would go viral when someone records them when they are dancing to another kpop song. but not "normally" dancing like a cover or smtg, like going HARD hard as in almost breaking a bone or back. its so RANDOM like they be dancing out of nowhere. and tbh i'd say he'd dance to some kind of nct song like theres no tomorrow

tiffany @gyuury - probably the most (NORMALLY) unfunny things every once in a while but tiff would make them look funny ,, like bumping into a wall or just standing there like 🕴🏻 biggest meme overnight gn

mira @jaysstarz - ngl i lowkey feel like mira would go viral when she would somehow get caught cursing bc she never does in front of the camera🤔 but like CURSING cursing. like you wont even see her its like you can hear her in the background of someone else's live help😭 cursing like theres no tomorrow

#ok but these ask games are sometimes a lil hard although i love them lmao #like damn maybe im just uncreative 😟#</3 #⋆｡°✩ mail #∘⁺✧ anon #✩⡱ lets play

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poguesofthebau · 5 years ago

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Idea to write for OBX!!!! The pogues just having a good evening together, like playing truth or dare like 16 year olds before the events of the show take place!!

heyo all, writing is hard for me recently so i decided that i would do something based off what real life is like right now with a lil inspo from this request tossed in :) hope you like it!! (naturally, reader is dating jj in this bc i can’t help myself hehe oops)

summary: jj, y/n, and the rest of the pogues (including sarah) live in the world we’re all currently living in: quarantine. so what happens when the craziest friend group in the obx are trapped inside the Chateau for weeks at a time without any authority figures or outsiders? to put it simply, anarchy happens. (alternate summary: what i wish i was doing during this stupid quarantine instead of sitting in my room to avoid my parents’ hovering.) (alternate, simple summary: a hot ass day in quarantine with the pogues.) word count: 2101

sticky. why the hell were you sticky?

you opened your eyes with a deep groan, peeling yourself from jj with a disgusted look on your face. “jj, get off of me.” you’d both been laying on your stomachs as you slept, but the boy had somehow wound up directly on top of you. it would’ve been kind of endearing, cute almost, to wake up so close to jj, if it wasn’t so fucking hot.

someone across the room laughed lightly, and you slipped out from under jj and flipped onto your back, sitting up and squinting to see who it was. when you saw sarah, kie, and pope staring at you from the table a few feet away from the pull-out couch, you let out an annoyed puff of air, raking a hand through your bedhead to slightly calm it. leaning back on your hands, you glanced back down at your boyfriend. his nose was scrunched up, and his hand started rustling around the sheets until it made contact with your right calf. satisfied, his face relaxed again. before you could look back to your friends, pope was speaking. “i don’t know how the two of you managed to sleep like that all night. with those body temperatures combined, i’m pretty sure you should’ve burst into flames by like, 2am.”

“c’mon, pope,” sarah smirked. “they’re in love. their feelings for each other, they’re hotter than anything. like, hotter than--”

“hotter than the flames in hell!” kie interrupted proudly. “and the obx may feel like it’s hotter than that already, but--”

“nothing compares to their sacred, burning love.” sarah and kie both smiled smugly at their own ability to finish each other’s sentences, fist bumping as pope shook his head. “that was good. i love us.” the girls giggled again, and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit too.

“can you corny fucks shut the hell up? a guy can never get a wink of sleep around here, shit.” with that, jj was rolling over, too, a very unimpressed look plastered on his face as he scolded his friends. not as eager to be awake as you had been, jj groaned as he stretched, flopping into your lap on his back when he was finally done waking himself up. your hands naturally found their way to his hair, scratching at his scalp subconsciously as you looked around at the mess of the Chateau. “where’s jb at? and why is it so fucking hot in here?”

“you can’t really complain about body temps when you’re curled up in your girlfriend’s lap like a cat, bro,” pope pointed out. jj rolled his eyes as pope continued. “but since you asked so nicely, it’s the first heat wave of the year-- you’d know that if you ever listened to anything i say throughout the day. john b’s out trying to get food and water and stuff before it’s all gone.”

jj muttered something under his breath about wishing pope had gone out with their other friend as his eyes closed again at the feeling of your fingertips on his hairline. “you know what we should do today?”

“make out? at least let me brush my teeth first, you animal,” jj interjected. you flicked his nose, ignoring the comment otherwise. “oh, so you don’t wanna make out? alright, y/n, but just remember, it’s your rule!”

“jj, why does everything always have to be about you?”

“i have needs, kie!”

“okay, okay, okay, i think y/n had an idea. let the woman speak!” sarah quickly redirected.

“thank you,” you smiled pointedly at sarah. “i think-- and tell me if there are any objections-- i think, maybe, we should day-drink.”

as soon as the words left your mouth, the door beside you was swinging open with a creak, john b bursting into the room. “did someone say-- DAY-DRINK?” he held up a six pack of beer in each hand, that bright and proud john b grin plastered on his face. the entire group cheered, jumping up to help him bring in the groceries he’d gotten his hands on. “thanks to mr. c’s non-existent credit card limit, we are now loaded. thanks kie!” he tossed her dad’s card back on the table, the curly haired girl laughing at his words. kiara had somehow convinced her parents that spending her quarantine with the pogues at john b’s house was an acceptable idea, and they had even given her an emergency credit line for necessities and necessities only.

beer was an absolute need for the pogues, to be fair.

----

a few hours later, everyone was pretty day-drunk, so to speak.

sarah was currently engaged in a deep conversation with pope about why, exactly, he wanted to be a coroner so badly. you were in the middle of an arm-wrestling tournament against john b, with jj and kie passing the group’s second blunt of the afternoon back and forth. “y/n, your hand is fucking slippery!”

“fuck you, john b! it’s sweaty! haven’t you noticed that it’s a million damn degrees in this place?”

the arm wrestling tourney came to a close soon after, and the group went back to sweating, smoking, and throwing back beers. your feet wound up in jj’s lap as you tried to fan yourself with an empty, folded up cardboard box that one of the six-packs had come in. “hey kie, do you think your dad would mind if we used his credit card to buy a decent air conditioning system for this shithole? no offense, john b.”

“actually, y/n, i kind of take offense to that. just a little, you know?” you stuck your tongue out at your friend, throwing your piece of cardboard at him.

“you know, guys,” sarah spoke up. “me and my sister used to play this game--”

“oh, sarah, please tell me it’s not truth or dare with no dare.” john b’s face twisted into disapproval, and it was sarah’s turn to stick her tongue out at him.

“it is truth or dare with no dare, and i don’t hear any better ideas from anyone else, so we’re playing.”

jj’s hand came down on your ankle as he sat up and looked at the other blonde of the group. “actually, i’m thinking me and y/n will just roll another blunt and go hide in the guest room. that would be a better idea, i think.”

“no way, dumbass! if we have to do it, you two are sticking around for it too. pogues never abandon pogues, remember?” kie and her rules. “so, who starts?”

“well usually when i’ve played before it’s only been two people, so maybe i’ll ask the first question and we can all go around and answer?” jj groaned at this new development, causing you to smile. you flopped around on the futon a bit until your side was pressed against his, and he threw his arm around your shoulders once you’d settled. “okay, first question. um, let’s see... i don’t know. what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?”

----

“weirdest place you’ve ever had sex. three, two, one, go!” jj pointed to john b, and the entire group erupted into laughter. john b was clearly struggling to think of an answer, and jj, who had become strangely invested in hour-long game, was running out of patience. “c’mon, man!”

“jesus christ, jj, i don’t know!” john b choked out through his laughs. “a bell tower, i guess?”

“great! sarah? where’ve ya done it, kook princess?” that one earned a smack on the arm from you, and jj quickly rephrased. “sorry! i meant, uh, where’ve ya-- i don’t know. just-- what’s your answer?”

sarah glanced between john b and jj, hesitating before she answered. “conveniently enough, my answer is also... a bell tower.”

with the ruckus that answer caused, you weren’t expecting the game to end any time soon.

----

“oh, my god. i finally don’t feel like i’m burning alive anymore.” pope threw his arms victoriously above his head as he made the statement, kie smiling at him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“that’s how fucked the weather’s gonna be forever if humans don’t start taking care of the planet, pope. isn’t that crazy?” pope looked at her and nodded with a slightly terrified look in his eye, not finding the person kie became when drunk completely trustworthy to not flip out on him for his history of littering and excessive plastic use.

“you know, guys,” john b called out, quickly changing the subject. “this is kind of insane.”

“what do you mean, johnny boy? what’s so insane about a heat wave?” your head was pretty much buried in jj’s chest as you spoke, with his hands slowly tracing big circles in your back. the last blunt of the night had just been smoked, and it was hitting you both a little harder than the others had. for the past few minutes, you’d been thinking about you and jj finally making your way to the guest room for the more intimate one-on-one time that the weed had made you crave. as soon as he’d put the roach down, you’d crawled into his lap. the temperature had dropped reasonably, and the sticky feeling you’d experienced that morning was now completely out of the picture. your left hand was wrapped around jj’s neck, your right just hidden under his shirt as your thumb stroked back and forth just above his hip. jj had watched you nuzzle into that position through hooded red eyes with a little amused smile playing his lips, before returning the physical affection by sliding one hand reassuringly onto the back of your neck and letting the other draw shapes into your back.

by the time john b had finished gazing around lovingly at the group before answering, you had almost forgotten about having asked a question to begin with. “not the heat wave, y/n.” his correction reminded you of what the conversation had been, and your tilted your head up to make eye contact with jj. when you locked eyes, you knew jj was thinking the same thing as you: john b’s about to get corny and emotional. and you were both right. “seriously, look at us. isn’t this crazy?” you and jj smiled at each other, and you placed a loving kiss on his jawline before refocusing your sight on john b. “how did we all end up together? i mean, three losers who met in elementary school,” john b listed, looking to you and jj with a bright smile as you felt jj squeeze your neck lightly. “a weird kid who, for some reason, is totally obsessed with dead bodies and shit,” pope looked a john b awkwardly as kie giggled, slipping her hand into pope’s. “and a couple of fucking kooks.” sarah hummed from her spot next to john b, kie sarcastically saluting with her free hand. “you guys, somehow, we all got together, all found each other. what are the odds of that? what are the odds that we found this totally perfect, totally dysfunctional but perfect little family?”

before you could stop yourself, you felt the first tear slip down your face. “fuck you, john b,” you muttered quietly, taking your hand out from under jj’s shirt to swipe at the wetness on your face. scrubbing away the rest of the tears in your eyes before they could escape, you put your hand back down on jj’s arm this time.

“yeah, fuck you, john b. why you makin’ my girl cry, bro?” everyone chuckled softly, admiring each other in the moment. “alright, though, really. since she’s already crying, i guess i should say it now.” your head lifted back up to look at jj, and he looked back down at you as he continued. “i love you.” as you both broke into smiles, he looked back to your friends. “i love all of you guys. you’re all annoying as fuck, and i know i live for giving you all a hard time and stuff. but seriously. this is my family. pogues forever.”

“shit,” kie muttered this time, her thumb swiping under her own eyes as pope looked down at her adoringly. “pogues forever, guys. thank you for taking in us stupid kooks and letting us be who we are. pogues for-fucking-ever.”

“as corny as it sounds, i feel like we’re kind of required to group hug now,” pope added. “everybody up! i love you sickos and psychos, criminal records and all!”

and then, you all hugged the shit out of each other. pogue style.

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cheryyori · 4 years ago

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Red Thread - P. SH AU

pairing(s): seonghwa/oc

genre: social media au, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers au, college au, fantasty elements, past life/ reincarnation au, fated lovers au, playboy!seonghwa, hwa is a bit of a dick at first, sumi is still a nervous baby like in the sk8terboy au, lots of pinning on hwa’s end later on bc i’m soft

summary: Park Seonghwa—business major, son of the CEO to Park Corp. and an overall cold-hearted playboy dickhead—has to help his father’s company by finding a new graphic designer, after firing the last one, for the company’s upcoming project he’s tasked to work on in order prepare him for the future (and maybe highkey work on his people skills). So when Yeosang mentions a particular graphic design student in mind, he wasn’t expecting his world to turn upside down by a red thread.

word count: 3.1K

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06. it’s just stress << | >>

To say that there was a tense and awkward air lingering around in the cafe was an understatement. Some could feel the air become suffocating as two individuals sat in the corner of the cafe. Sumire was shaking in her seat, making sure to busy herself with her phone as she eyes staring at her.

Why, why, why, why?! She screamed internally as she wanted to repeatedly bang her head against the table. Why him?! She cried. Meanwhile, Seonghwa sat directly across from her, eyes staring at her in deep thought.

He was...confused, least to say. No once did he thought the cute girl that bumped into him yesterday would be the very same girl to help him with his dilemma. His eyes watched as she remained quiet, using her phone to distract herself and avoided any direct contact with him, her form closed off as she tried to make herself smaller by keeping to herself.

Somehow it tugged at his chest to see her like this, a frown on his face at the thought that he was the one that made her felt like this. Then again, as he had been told many times before, he was him.

Although it made him even more confused as he had these thoughts, why did he felt like this towards someone he just met only now, he asked himself. A sigh escaped from his lips as he decided to push those thoughts away.

“We should get started,” he suddenly spoke up, clearing his throat as he ignored the nervous flutters in his stomach.

“R-right!” She squeaked, her back sitting up straight, “Um...” she paused, a small frown on her lips. He glanced back up, seeing her twiddle with her finger nervously.

“Yes...?”

“Uh,” she paused once more sway side to side in her seat. Cute, he thinks again as a rosy hue was seen on her cheeks almost prompting him to reach out and pinch them before he realize the thought that crossed his mind and stomped them out.

“What?” He sighed out, although he winced as he saw her lips quivering.

“S-sorry, it’s just...I don’t know your name...” she muttered. Seonghwa sat up straight, wide eyes staring at her. Did she really not know who he was?

“...did Yeosang not tell you who I am?” He asked. For a second, he thought she was acting like this because of his many reputations around the campus.

“He only told me that you’re an acquaintance of his and that even though you can come off as...” she paused, trying to find the right words without repeating the exact words Yeosang used to describe him, “...that you can come off as aloof and intimidating, that there’s more to you than that...I’m just saying what he told me but nicer,” she confessed.

“...I see,” he mutters, “So he never once told you my name?” She shook her head in response, he carefully noticed that her nervous state was slowly diminishing as they continued to talk, her shoulders were still stiff but at least she wasn’t mumbling and stuttering like before.

“No, just...a lot of bad comments...” she shrugged. Seonghwa frowned, of course Yeosang would talk badly about him behind his back though he was amused by her honesty at least.

“Of course he would,” he clicked his tongue, “Well since he didn’t tell you...” he trails off, “It’s Seonghwa,” he said.

“Oh,” she uttered, “Seonghwa,” she repeated slowly, her voice was soft as the fluttering feeling in his stomach erupted in his chest, “That’s a nice name,” she said, a small smile on her lips. He felt breathless as she smiled, even if it was small. He opens his mouth to speak when he hears a faint voice near his ear.

“I like it a lot. It fits you very much.”

He snaps his head, glancing around for a second. Sumire tilts her head, as she watched him glanced around suddenly, “Are you alright?” She asked. Seonghwa glanced back at her, seeing her staring back at him with confused eyes.

“No, it’s just...did you say something just now?” He asked. She scrunched her brows together, only becoming more confused.

"No, why?" She asked. He paused, furrowing his brows together before shaking his head.

"I thought I...” he paused, shaking his head, “No, never mind that," he sighed, "We should start working on the design now," he says. Sumire was still confused, but nodded her head as he pulled out some designs. Her eyes sparkled with interest as he laid them across the table.

“Oh, these are...?” She stared at them, grasping out for the one in his hand, their fingers brushed against one another. A sharp intake escaped from his lips as he felt a shock, causing him to suddenly jerk his hand away from her. She stared at him with wide eyes, her hands retracted as they were placed firmly in her lap, “O-oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t reached out like that so suddenly,” she said.

“No, it wasn’t that,” he said, “it’s just...you didn’t feel that shock just now?” He asked, his eyes carefully watching as she tilted her head at him.

“Shock? What shock?” She asked, sound more confused than before. Seonghwa frowned, wonder if it was all in his head. Perhaps the sudden stress of this whole situation was slowly staring to get him, though something in the back of his head told him otherwise.

“Forget it,” he says, “Anyways, these were some designs my...last partner made before leaving,” he says delicately. When he hands her the design, he noticed the corners of her lips twitch and brows furrowed together. After a minutes, she placed them down and stared back at him.

“Um,” she shifted nervously. He knew she wanted to say something, but held back her tongue as if she was afraid to set him off. He sighed, leaning his chin under one hand.

“Something you want to say?” He asked, raising one brow at her. She fidgeted nervously in response.

“Can I be blunt?” She asked in a small voice.

“By all means,” he replied, curious on what her answer would be.

“Well...no offense to your last partner...but these are pretty ugly...” she states. He felt his lips twitch into a small smile at her sudden declaration, “I-er-well,” she stuttered feeling her cheeks redden, “The colors don’t correlate well with one another either,” she added.

He hums, watching as she continued to nitpick at the design before speaking up, “I guess it is pretty ugly,” He agreed, making her cheeks even more flushed, “At least I wasn’t the only one that thought it was too,” he said giving her a small smile.

Sumire felt her heart heavy and cheeks burning as she pressed her hands against them, “Y-yeah,” she said letting out a small laugh. He fought the urge to smile as she glanced away nervously. He thought it was cute how nervous she seemed, how she fumbled with her fingers and bit on her bottom lips.

“I suppose we should get started on this right?” He said as he started to explain the original idea for the designs to her. She nodded her head the whole time, taking out a small sketchbook as she started making small thumbnail sketches that fit the description given to her.

Once she was done, she would show him the sketches in hopes they fitted the original goal the company had in mind. And Seonghwa had to admit, they were much better than the original designer he worked with before that he had a bit of a struggle deciding which one was better before giving his input and opinions.

He watched as she concentrated on more sketches to improve on, her brows furrowed together as she tapped her fingers against the table to pause and think of more ideas. It was nice, relishing in the peaceful silence between the two, Sumire had been too focused that she didn’t noticed how he had been staring at her from behind his laptop.

A strand of hair fell out of place as she stared down at her sketches, without realizing his hand was already outstretched to place to lose strand back in its place when the door to the entrance slammed open.

“SUMIRE! I’M HERE! DON’T CRY ANYMORE!” A voice yelled, making the two jump in their seats. Sumire turned her head to see Rentaro by the front entrance, a bag in hand as a small furry tail poked out of it.

I’m going to kill him! She thought as she pressed her hands to her face. Seonghwa glanced over at the boy that came in and then toward her, noticing her expression. She sighs as Rentaro made his way over and pulled a chair next to her before plopping down in his seat.

“Uh...” He paused, glancing between her and Seonghwa, “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes.” Both Sumire and Seonghwa said at once.

“O-okay?” Rentaro paused as he shifted nervously in his seat, before leaning close to Sumire, “I brought Iroha by the way,” he said as he opened his bag to reveal the small kitten.

She merely sighed before noticing Seonghwa staring at them, more so Ren in particular. A frown was seen on his face as Ren shifted nervously under Seonghwa’s gaze.

“Someone you know?” He asked, raising a brow at her.

“Yes, unfortunately,” she replied, she grabbed Ren by the ear and pulled him close, “What are you doing here?!” She hissed.

“I was bringing Iroha, remember? You know! Cuddles, because I thought you were going to have a nervous breakdown and cry?!” He answered, pulling away as he rubbed his ears.

“Well you can go now, don’t you have to come back later tonight for your performance?” She said. He merely shrugged, brushing her off.

“It’s fine, as a musician, I already have everything prepared, I’ll just have Yusung bring everything here then,” he added. Seonghwa’s ears perked up at their conversation.

“A musician?” He hummed, “That doesn’t mean much,” he says. Sumire sucked the air between her teeth, watching as Ren stiffened and frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, an annoyed look on his face as he stared at Seonghwa.

“Nothing, don’t mind me,” he said with a shrug as he went back to staring at some random documents, “Though, I’m curious on what your relationship is to one another,” he said eyes moving from Sumire then to Ren.

He thought it was childish of him to engage in bitter feelings he felt towards this boy, especially over feelings he didn’t understand why he felt like this all of a sudden.

“Oh, Rentaro is my roommate-”

“Uh, I’m her boyfriend!” He blurted out suddenly. Sumire almost choked on air and stared at him with wide eyes. Seonghwa felt his fingers twitch suddenly in response, fingers crumpling the edges of the documents in hand.

“My what?!” She hissed, slapping his thigh in response as he winced. Ren kept his lips shut, not wanting to tell her that he wanted to tease her, but also he wanted to see how Seonghwa would react.

“You’re her boy...friend?” Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at him, a slight prick in his chest made him feel uncomfortable as the boy moved closer to her, one arm wrapped around her tiny frame. Irritation was the first thing he felt.

“No!” “Yes!” The two glanced at one another, eyes wide at one another’s answers.

“Yes?” Sumire asked, narrowing her eyes at Ren.

“No?” He echoed back, giving her a wide eye expression, one filled with mock hurt. She brushed him off knowing that he was messing around and glanced back at Seonghwa, who had been watching the two carefully.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Sumire insisted with a flustered face.

“I’m her boyfriend,” Ren started again, earning a harsh elbow to the side as Sumire turned towards him, giving the boy a nasty glare. He immediately shrunk back, “Kidding,” he said with a nervous smile, “I’m her roommate actually.”

Somehow, hearing that didn’t make Seonghwa feel better (though he wonders why he felt relieved when the boy admitted he wasn’t her boyfriend). The only thing he could do was sit back in his seat and let out a hum. A soft mew could be heard from Rentaro’s bag, gaining Sumire’s attention before Iroha poke her tiny head out.

“Oh, Iro,” Sumire crooned as she picked up the tiny kitten. She was thankful that Aurora was pet friendly and allowed pets inside as long as they behaved. Seonghwa watched as she coddled the kitten in her arms, a small pout on her lips as she kissed the top of the kitten’s head.

Cute, he thinks. Ren didn’t miss the way Seonghwa’s eyes softened as Sumire coddled with Iroha and had a thought.

Oh, Ren thinks before turning back to Seonghwa.

“So,” Ren started, “Are you two friends?” He asked, eyeing between the two curiously. Seonghwa snapped out of his stupor and cleared his throat as he looked back at his papers.

“No,” Seonghwa sat up straight, eyes back on his papers in an attempt to focus his attention off of the girl before him.

“Oh,” Ren’s eyes widened slightly, “Is this a date?” He asked in a low voice, “If it is, I’m so sorry-”

“No!” Seonghwa snapped, his cheeks suddenly flushed at his suggestion, “We’re just working on a project together,” he said, straightening himself. His eyes went over to Sumire, watching as she was too busy playing with the kitten.

“Huh,” Ren paused as he saw how the other had a stiff posture, his eyes going back to the papers in hand, attempting to make them less crumpled as they were before.

Seonghwa felt slightly uncomfortable as he felt Ren was staring at him before clearing his throat, “Maybe we should end it here for today.”

Sumire glanced up, “Oh? Are you sure?” She asked, tilting her head slightly. He felt a slightly jolt in his chest and cheeks suddenly burning as she stared at him with wide eyes. He cleared his throat once again.

“Yes,” he said, “I have other things to do later on, plus we have been here for some time,” he notes at the time. Sumire pulled her phone, noticing the many messages from the group chat and that a few hours had passed. She wonders how did that happen.

“Oh,” she says, “I-I guess I didn’t notice,” she mutters before gathering her things, moving anything important out of Iroha’s grasp as the kitten stood on her lap and attempted to climb on the table. A soft mew was heard as Iroha moved towards Seonghwa.

His eyes glanced down at the kitten, seeing how they were staring up at him. He suddenly felt nervous as the kitten stared up at him with wide eyes, as if begging him to pet her. Hesitantly, he reached out and petted the small feline.

The soft purring Iroha let out made him relax as he smiled. As soon as Sumire was done gathering her things, she noticed Seonghwa petting Iroha, “Oh, she likes you,” she smiled as she petted Iroha’s back, not noticing how his finger stifled as they brushed against his.

“She’s...cute...” he said slowly, his eyes glancing back at her as he said that. She smiled before cooing at Iroha.

“She is, isn’t she,” she agreed, a sparkle was seen in her eyes as she continued to coo at the small kitten. Seonghwa smiled once again, his eyes lingering on Sumire before she picked up the kitten.

“Um,” he started, clearing his throat once again, “I’ll text you on when we can work on the project again,” he said. Sumire nodded and settled Iroha in her arms.

“Oh, alright then,” she said, for once she felt fully relaxed since upon entering the cafe. Maybe it was because Iroha was here in her arms, or maybe it might be that Seonghwa wasn’t as bad as she initially thought.

“I guess we’ll be taking our leave now,” Ren suddenly spoke up, reminding the two that they weren’t alone. Seonghwa frowned as Ren took her hand in his before leading her towards the entrance.

She glanced over her shoulder, a small smile on her lips as she waved back at him. Seonghwa felt his heart stutter as he hesitantly waved back, ignoring how there was a prang in his heart again as she left through the door.

As soon as she was gone, he sat back in his seat as his hands ran through his hair, “What the fuck just happened?” He asked himself as he felt his hands clammy and his cheeks hot. As he was deep in his thoughts, he heard a chair pull up.

“So?” Seonghwa glanced up to see Hongjoong staring at him with a grin.

“What?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at the cafe owner. Hongjoong only shrugged, that stupid grin still on his lips.

“Nothing, just wondering if you enjoyed it,” he said with a wink. Seonghwa only grunted in response, slowly feeling annoyed by the other.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said as he glanced over at his laptop.

“Oh, really?” Hongjoong said, “So you’re telling me you didn’t try to reach out and fix her hair before her friend came?”

Seonghwa slammed his fist against the table, his cheeks now red as he stared at Hongjoong, “Y-you saw that?!” He stuttered, making Hongjoong chuckle.

“You’re not as slick as you think you were,” he said, “I think you’re losing your touch against her,” he continued, “Hell even Jongho saw how hopeless you were being!”

Upon mentioning the youngest, the two turned towards Jongho who immediately looked away from his post behind the register, whistling as he did. Seonghwa huffed, running his hand through his hair again.

“Look, nothing happened, we were just working on the project and then her friend decided to show up,” he answered. There was no way he’ll tell Hongjoong the odd palpitation of his heart he felt whenever he saw her shift nervously in her seat.

“Uh huh, sure,” Hongjoong grinned, “Whatever you say lover boy!”

“Shut up!” He grumbled, his eyes glancing to the side as he noticed a red thread in the corner, one end slowly floating down toward the ground next to him. His eyes followed as the thread extended out and saw it lead towards the entrance and outwards.

What the...?

“Seonghwa?” His eyes snapped back to Hongjoong, who seemed to have been trying to grab his attention just now. Seonghwa glanced back to where he saw the thread, only to find it gone. “Hey, are you alright?” Hongjoong asked, noticing how spaced out he was acting.

“Uh...” Seonghwa paused, before shaking his head. It’s just stress, he tells himself once more. “Nothing, just...nothing.”

“You sure, you seemed off just now,” Hongjoong said, giving the older a slightly concerned look.

Seonghwa wasn’t sure what to say, his mind was already filled many thoughts of his own. “I’m fine, Hongjoong, thank you for your concern,” he told him.

It was all stress, he told himself, that had to be it.

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mrvelsavengers · 4 years ago

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ok. so i finally finished/caught up mlb and here are my thoughts

1. shipping on this show is v imteresting bc i like ladynoir but i’m not a fan of ladybug and adrian, but i DO like the concept of marichat and adriennette is v cute but i think marinette needs to explore/consider different ppl besides adrien so i like lukanette. and i love kagami i think she’s v interesting but i’m not in love w/ KAGAMI AND ADRIEN, and i think that covers most of canon..?

2. so now that ladybug is a guardian, will she eventually forget EVERYTHING including her own personal life bc that what looks like happened to master fu? but then i was thinking bc there CAN be multiple guardians that if chat noir becomes a guardian then adrien and marinette can forget together and then eventually start all over and fall in love or smtg

3. we saw that glimpse of future ladybug and chat noir and we know it’s still marinette but chat noir asks abt himself in that episode which freaked me the FUCK out bc what if adrien isn’t chat noir in the future but i REFUSE TO THINK LIKE THAT bc bunnyx said that ladybug and chat were *multiple fingers in different directions* so i’m convinced that’s bc THEIR (adrien and marinette’s) dynamic is the same. so GOOD. but i wonder if we will ever see future ladybug and chat again bc i think i would absolutely LOVE THAT

4. From what i’ve seen -semi- unpopular opinion, but while i don’t hate chloe, i do think it made sense for her to switch to hawkmoth’s side and even tho they say that she is irredeemable i don’t think that is entirely true, but she was really desperate for the miraculous and w/ every being in her ear abt ladybug not trusting her or not being as close to her as she thinks herself to be that makes sense. but yeah i like chloe when she’s around ladybug and likes her haha

5. lila is singlehandedly the most frustrating character i think i’ve ever met EVER. i can’t recall a single character and i’m 19!! and have watched SO many shows now that have irritated me as much as she has. holy. shit.

5. i’ve seen a lot of felix hype and honestly *EYE* don’t get it bc i was not a fan and he lw creeped me out bc i have a fear of like evil twins lmaoo but yeah seeing ppl actually like him was v interesting

6. i want marinette to be with luka in s4 for a few reasons, besides thinking they’re adorable, this might come out wrong but i don’t know how else to say it, it might help mari mature a bit when it comes to romance and stuff? i know she’s still very young i think 14..? but i want her to just one day start acting ~normally~ around adrien and i want him to NOTICE it and be sort of like “???” and then maybe sort of see her and luka and maybe he hasn’t been able to spend much time with his friend bc she’s off with alyssa and luka and he sort of misses her and her stumbling over words and falling and stuff

7. the time when he told lila she better fix her shit and tell the truth abt mari and how that was actually one of the v few rare times (maybe THE ONLY I CANT RMBR) we saw adrien AS adrien not chat noir intimidate someone or even just drop his be kind to everyone bc they all probably have deeper reasons for being the way they are thing he has

‼️‼️ NY SPECIAL SPOILERS ‼️‼️

a. full offense but if i wasn’t already convinced adrien has some unrealized feelings for marinette well that entire thing proved it. oh let’s dance marinette, this is the SONG we’ve danced to before.

but also the RARE times adrien has considered the idea of marinette being ladybug he is NOT mad abt it and i think it’s bc he starts piecing their similarities together and since he spends more time w ladybug than marinette (i think) it sort of makes sense in a way that it’s ladybug that he loves ... i didn’t explain that right at all lol

b. sidenote— this shit was so cute. he was so excited to sit next to her, so quick to help her w her suitcase and offer to switch seat when she said it was too hot and helping her when she kept bumping into the door or tripping and helping her up and yeah <3

#chat noir #miraculous ladybug #lady bug and chat noir #mlb #mlb thoughts #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #chloe bourgeois #miraculous alya #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #tales of ladybug and cat noir #adrienette #ladynoir #lucanette

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zhuilingyizhen · 4 years ago

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Soulmate au?

I just glanced at my three soulmate AU ideas & timeless memories bc that’s also a soulmate fic.

aNyways, let’s do the crangst one.

in this modern au, ljy was raised by his extremely old-fashioned grandmother and a very inattentive mother. his grandma, once seeing that he has three names written, does a big “oh fuck no” and burns (yes, b u r n s) them off a young!ljy. so jingyi grows up thinking he only has one soulmate.

so when the fated ljy and lsz meeting occurs, lsz assumes that it’s a weird one-sided soulmate situation, bc ofc he does. but it’s okay, bc lsz has two other soulmates. he hopes.

meanwhile, jl and oyzz just bumped into each other at some gala event bc in this au, jl is famous and oyzz is relatively famous.

they quickly figure out “oh, this person is supposed to love me” and stick together.

since jl is famous and ljy isn’t a complete idiot, he realizes that jl is his soulmate. he’s pretty excited about it, and lsz is freaking out bc jl’s name happens to also be written on his skin.

lsz is wondering whether or not he should tell him, but he gets interrupted by oyzz bumping into him in true meet-cute fashion.

(i just think oyzz and lsz would have a real soft and cute relationship.)

they get introduced, blushing and all, and oyzz goes “ohhh you’re our soulmate!” and lsz asks “our?”

then oyzz explains that he knows jl, and that jl has his name also written on him. lsz is very relieved that he isn’t soulmate-less, but out of curiosity asks to see the names oyzz has. then he sees that oyzz also has ljy, and gets sus.

the four meet (jl and ljy had a meet-ugly, bc ofc they did) and start to spend a lot of time together, with ljy freaking out a lot bc he really likes oyzz too, but like what?? is that even allowed??

he has also most certainly been in love with lsz since forever, just in de nile.

they all dance around their feelings bc soulmate aus where they get together immediately? not fun.

(no offense to ppl who like or write those!! you do you!)

oyzz and jl are as confused as lsz was when they find out that ljy only has jl’s name (oyzz gets really sad and that is NOT allowed)

then, maybe on a sleepover or something bc teen boiz are allowed those, lsz sees that ljy has burns all over his torso. cue obvious confusion, bc he’s known ljy for forever??? how did he not know about that??

they ask about it and ljy says “oh yeah i got those when... actually idk. i’ve always had them”

the other three just kinda look at each other bc wtf?? this is some real todoroki shit.

ljy is probably the one who confesses his feelings and lsz is so relieved and happy! oyzz is like “oh thank the deities” and jl is like “lol that’s gay” bc of course he would.

yeah they get together. in case you haven’t noticed i suck at get togethers, but in my defense this is more than 5 hcs so ye.

#mdzs juniors #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #jin ling #ouyang zizhen #they're all stupid #idiots in love #mdzs fic #zhuilingyizhen #soulmate #the untamed #cql #my hcs #mdzs hcs

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ificanthaveu · 5 years ago

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NYE, You and Me || Shawn Mendes

Description: It’s New Years and you’re alone in Toronto. Someone might just come along and change that.

A/N: DAY 8 (i keep forgetting to say the day ope) I’ll be in FLORIDA for New Years so my experience will be opposite of this BUT this is cute and shit and I want this to happen to me ok ok and she’s early tonight bc I gotta go see my bb boy Chris Evans in Knives Out :)

Word Count: 3.1k

12 Days of Ficmas

Maybe catching a flight the day before New Year’s Eve to avoid seeing your high school friends at bars around your small hometown wasn’t your best idea ever.

Especially since you were flying to Canada.

A flight to Toronto was one of the last ones available in such short notice, so you decided Toronto was going to be where you spent the beginning of the new year.

Your flight had been delayed twice, and then you had to stay over in a hotel for a night before finally leaving the next morning.

You were exhausted. This wasn’t how New Year’s Eve was supposed to be.

You booked the last Airbnb left in the city, a small cottage on the outside of Toronto. It only had two bedrooms, but it was just you, so it didn’t really matter.

You sat down on the couch in the small living room and pulled out your laptop, hoping to find somewhere to spend your night to ring in the new year.

The more you looked at bars, the less appealing they seemed. You’d be fine with a drink or two, but getting drunk sounded like even more of a nightmare after the night you just had.

You decided you’d just walk around the city for a little bit and hope to see a sign advertising an event for the new year.

You started down the sidewalk with your face buried in your scarf as you pulled up a map on your phone to get an idea of where you were going.

You heard laughter to your right, and you turned to see what it was.

You were met with one of the prettiest parks you’d ever seen. There was a sledding hill in the back, trees lining the edge with lights, multiple gazebos and a small playground.

You smiled at the sight and walked forward to wander the area. It looked like they were setting up for something.

You were proven right once you saw a sign on top of one of the gazebo’s adverting “New Year in the Park” starting at 8:00 that night. You didn’t think you’d find something so soon, but this seemed perfect.

You walked back to the cottage and pulled out some warmer clothes to wear that night before finding a place to order dinner from. The only place that delivered to where you were was Chinese, so you ordered your meal and waited.

You scrolled through your phone at all the posts of people excited to be home. You rolled your eyes at any post talking about missing school and the friends they made.

You were glad you left before you had to run into any of them.

Before you could get angry about it again, the doorbell rang, and you answered the door to get your food. You sat at the island in the kitchen and watched whatever was on the TV as you ate.

Your cottage was a few blocks down from the park, and you were shocked to see cars parking by your house and walking towards it around 8:00. Maybe this was a bigger thing than you thought.

You pulled on a pair of leggings with a pair of jeans over them and laired on a long sleeve, a sweater and your winter coat. You pulled on a hat and mittens and wrapped your scarf around your neck. You grabbed the keys, your phone, and your wallet and started your walk to the park.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you walked up to it. There were booths everywhere selling every type of food or drink. Music was booming, and there was even a small ball ready to drop at midnight. Kids, grandparents and everyone in-between had something to do.

It was perfect. It was just what you needed.

You started down the path lined with the booths, looking at each one and trying to decide what to get to drink. You settled on a peppermint mocha and continued walking.

You found a light-walk around the corner and started to wander through it as you drank your mocha. You stopped at a bench and sat down for a moment, watching a set of lights that were timed to the music.

People walked past you, some smiling at you and some giving you confused looks, but you didn’t mind.

You weren’t paying attention until someone sat right next to you. You looked over and saw a tall man with a mop of brown curls, cuddled up in a scarf and winter coat.

“It’s fucking freezing,” he mumbled as he looked at you out of the side of his eyes.

“Welcome to Canada, I guess,” you said with a smile.

He looked at the lights for a moment before turning back to you.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked.

You shook your head slowly before saying, “Nope, just me.”

“Spending New Year’s Eve alone?” He said with a shocked tone to his voice. “Why?”

“Long story,” you said quietly.

He glanced down at his watch before back up to you. “We still have three hours until midnight. I have time.”

“Aren’t you here with someone?” You asked.

“Yeah, my family is up there,” he said, pointing forward to three people walking away. “But I needed a minute away from them.”

“I get that,” you said with a nod.

“So, are you from here?” He said.

“No, I’m from the states,” you said, looking at him.

“Why Canada?” He said with a scratch of his nose.

“To be honest, it was one of the last flights left to book when I was looking for a place to go 2 days ago,” you explained.

“So why were you trying to get away?” He pried.

“I don’t even know your name,” you countered.

“Shawn,” he paused. “Now answer the question.”

“My name’s [Y/N]. Thanks for asking,” you deflected.

“The beauty of this, [Y/N], is that we don’t know each other. So you can tell me why you’re here, and it’ll be no difference to me,” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“After high school, I stayed in my home town,” you started. “I worked as a manager at a store in the mall because college just wasn’t going to be for me. It still isn’t for me. I love my job, but I went to a private high school. People are judgy. College is expected. Any time I run into someone from my high school, it’s the same shit. ‘When are you going to college?’ ‘You’re still working there?’ ‘Why don’t you move?’ If I would’ve stayed there, I would’ve gone insane.”

“College isn’t for everyone,” he said simply.

“You’re preaching to the choir. I wish they’d get out of that mindset, though. I used to be really good friends with a lot of them, but I just can’t take the criticism,” you said.

“Do you like what you’re doing?” He asked.

“I love it,” you said with a smile.

“What about your family? Couldn’t spend tonight with them?” He asked further.

“Well, I’m an only child, and my parents got married on New Year’s. So they go on an anniversary trip every year,” you said.

“Yikes,” he said under his breath.

“Yeah, I don’t mind it. I moved out a while ago anyway,” you said.

He nodded his head and went quiet.

“What about your family?” You asked as you motioned to where they were moments ago.

“Well, I’m kind of all over the place right now. I travel a ton for my job, so I don’t see them a lot. I’ve been back for around two weeks, and I’ve been with them for every minute of that. I love them to death, but I can never be with anyone for that long,” he explained.

“You’re from Canada?”

“Born and raised.”

“So, when you said that you’re ‘all over the place,’ what does that entail?” You questioned.

“Name a place, I’ve probably been there,” he said as he looked at you.

“Wow,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Yeah, pretty cool, also pretty exhausting,” he said with a quiet laugh.

“What’s your next destination?”

“I believe I go to Chicago?” He said with hesitation as he squinted.

“You don’t know?” You asked with a laugh.

“It could also be New York. It’s probably New York,” he said with a little more confidence.

“Are you sure about that?” You tested.

He rolled his eyes at you, “I’ve known you for twenty minutes, and I already regret sitting here.”

You ignore his remark and continue to ask him questions, “Do you live here then? Or do you live in some city you don’t know?”

“I kind of live here,” he said.

“Kind of?”

“Kind of.”

“So what’s the other place, if this one is kind of?”

“LA,” he said softly. “Kind of the hub for what I do.”

“Which is?” You asked.

“Which is what?” He asked.

“What do you do?” you asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing much. I sing sometimes.”

“Sing anything I know?” You asked jokingly.

“Probably not,” he said, looking at you with a smile and admiration.

“So not a good singer then?” You asked.

He feigned offense as his hand went to his chest, and his jaw dropped open. You couldn’t contain the giggle that slipped from your lips.

“That hurt!” He exclaimed.

“Well…” you trailed off. “If you were good, I’d hear you on the radio.”

“Maybe you have, and you just don’t realize it and I’m lying to you,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him before shaking your head, “Nah, I trust you.”

“You trust me?” He said with a laugh. “You didn’t even know I existed thirty minutes ago.”

“You just have this presence about you,” you said with a shrug. “Can’t describe it.”

He smiled at you and nodded as a small blush crept onto his cheeks.

“Thanks. That actually means a lot,” he said with that same smile you didn’t plan on getting sick of.

“Want to walk the rest of the path?” You said as you pointed forward.

He nodded his head, and the two of you stood up and started to walk.

You forgot he was even there as you admired the lights once again. You walked through a tunnel of lights and slowly spun around, as Shawn stood back and watched you.

“This is amazing,” you whispered.

“This is my favorite part,” he said in response.

“I feel like I’m in a dream,” you said as you continued to walk forward and Shawn followed you.

His hand bumped against yours, and at first, you ignored it. Until it happened again, and you let him hold your mittened hand in his.

You both continued walking, your hands swaying gently as you both looked opposite ways.

“Hey, look,” he said softly.

You turned to look at what he was pointing towards. There was a house a little ways back with Santa sitting on top of it.

“He’s always watching,” Shawn whispered.

You rolled your eyes and hit his arm as he laughed.

“Christmas was over a week ago,” you said.

“But he watches year-round. Better be nice to me,” Shawn taunted.

You tugged him forward as you continued to finish the walk through the lights. Eventually, you made your way to the exit and threw your cup in the trash. You expected Shawn to want to find his family.

“We still have an hour until the ball drops. Want to go sledding?” He said with a big smile.

“Aren’t you here with your family?” You reminded him.

He shrugged his shoulders before pulling you towards the hill.

“They probably won’t even notice I’m gone. They’re used to it.”

“That’s horrible.”

“I know, but I want to sled.”

You slowly made the treck up the steep hill with him. He insisted you walk in front of him, so he could catch you if you slipped. He was slipping more than you were.

You stopped for a moment and looked back at him to see him on his hands and knees. You rested your hands on your hips and waited for him to look at you.

“Another thing I’ve learned about you, stranger. You’re clumsy as hell,” you said.

“Shut up,” he mumbled as he stood up and gently pushed you forward.

You finally made it to the top of the hill, and Shawn went to go grab your tubes.

“There was only one left,” Shawn said slowly as he approached you. “Guess we have to share,” he said with a smirk and a shrug.

Shawn set the tube down and sat down first before motioning for you to sit in his lap. You hesitated before sitting on his lap and laughing.

‘We’re going to fall off,” you said.

He wrapped an arm tightly around your waist that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hold on to the handles, and we’ll be fine,” he said as you felt his breath against your neck.

You rested your head back on his chest as he pushed you forward slowly.

You squealed as you heard Shawn laugh in your ear as your tube sped down the hill. His grip tightened around your waist as you picked up speed.

You slowed to a stop at the bottom, you and Shawn still laughing as you stayed sitting in the tube. You finally calmed down after a few moments.

You went to stand up, but his arm didn’t move. You tapped it a few times, but he just tightened his grip.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“If you let go of me, we can go down the hill one more time before we have to find a spot to watch the ball drop,” you whispered.

That sold him as he loosened his grip on you and allowed you to stand up. He handed the tube off to one of the employees and followed you back up the hill. He loosely held onto your hips as you climbed up, claiming it’d help him stay upright.

It didn’t.

You eventually made it to the top of the hill and went to grab a tube.

“You riding again with me?” Shawn asked as he threw an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, guess I will,” you sighed.

He squeezed your shoulder before grabbing a tube. The two of you sat in the same position and were a fit of giggles once again as you raced down the hill.

You lingered a minute again as the two of you just sat at the bottom of the hill in the tube. You finally stood up and helped him up with you, once again handing the tube off.

Shawn held your hand again as you walked towards the center of the park. You had fifteen minutes left of this year.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight,” you told Shawn once you found a place to stand.

He looked down at you and smiled, “Thank you for allowing me to.”

You shivered and crossed your arms across your chest. Shawn noticed and pulled you into his chest. You rested your head against the edge of his scarf and watched people start to make their way towards the center as well.

You took a moment to think about your night. You’d bet you’d never see Shawn again after this. He’d go home with his family, and you’d go back home. And that’d be it.

“Ready?” Shawn whispered. “Five minutes.”

You separated yourself from him and glanced down at your phone, confirming the time.

“Any last things to get done this year? It’s now or never,” he said as he shook your shoulders.

You laughed and thought for a moment.

“It was a good year,” you finally said. “I’m happy with it.”

“Are you happy with how you’re ending it?” Shawn asked hopefully.

You turned to face him head-on, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I am.”

People around you started to count down from thirty as you and Shawn stayed still, staring at each other, just inches apart.

You felt his gloved hand rest against your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He mumbled.

“Of course,” you whispered.

Shawn pressed his lips against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

You felt him smile against your lips as he held your hips tightly.

Everyone erupted into cheers as the clock struck midnight. But you didn’t care.

You felt like you were in your own world as you rested your forehead against Shawn’s.

“Happy New Year,” you whispered.

“Happy New Year,” he responded as he pulled you into his chest, and you watched the fireworks explode.

People started to walk out after that. The wind was getting colder, and you were starting to wish you had worn another sweatshirt underneath your coat.

You and Shawn started to walk towards the edge of the park.

“Where are you staying?” He asked as he turned towards you.

“A little cottage down the road,” you said, motioning in that direction.

He nodded his head before he said, “I should probably find my family.”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “For one of the best nights I’ve ever had.”

“Same to you,” you said as he started to back away.

“See you around, [Y/N],” he said as he sent you one last wink before finding his family and walking away.

The walk back was short, and you went right to bed, wrapping yourself up in numerous blankets and falling right to sleep.

You woke up at 6:00 for your 8:30 flight, throwing your things in a bag and calling a cab to come get you.

You rested your head against the window, trying to convince yourself that last night was just some dream.

The airport was dead as you breezed through security and found your gate.

First flight back to Chicago of the new year.

You found a seat near the front and scrolled through your phone.

You felt someone sit next to you.

“Guess I am going to Chicago,” the familiar voice said.

You whipped your head around to see a grinning Shawn starting back at you.

You let out a breathy laugh, “You’re a mystery, Shawn.”

He didn’t say anything and instead threw his arm around the back of your chair.

“Think I can show you around my city since you were so welcoming in yours?” you said as you leaned your head against his arms.

“Sounds perfect.”

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angelhummel · 5 years ago

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on to 6x07 bc why not

blaine and rachel being egged might be one of my fave moments of s6 tbh

will schuester singing same love to these va kids is making them more intolerant and i dont blame them

but omg unique fuck yes save me. looking hot as fuck even when they still can’t get her a good wig

wait i have my subtitles on and instead of intersex it said “intersects” and i was like is that when insects aren’t male or female. before i realized that intersects is actually a word

“cisnormativity and transmisogyny and some other words i didnt know until i did a wikipedia search this morning”

rachel dressed as the chick from the ring and standing in the shower to scare off potential buyers... incredible

“the very nice lady at the Lima mental health clinic” blaine getting therapy we love to see it

kurt thinking he’s being sneaky by cheating to sing with blaine, and blaine pretending to be shocked by it. we also love to see it

“i’m versatile” kurt and blaine like to switch confirmed

“What the fall leaves are you talking about?” asfdsjklgdjlsdlkj

“Which one of those rock lobsters was it??” alksfjskdjfdsdu

i do not believe every offense can be solved with violence but i love seeing sam and spencer ready to throw down on sheldon’s behalf

also my sister has been watching so much degrassi lately, i almost typed spinner instead of spencer oops

omg i knew he was gonna say “i am the team” when will says he’s off the team. we psychic

emma and her gauzy flouncy nightgowns give me life

sam trying to get kurt drunk lol. or at least giving him alcohol when it’s off limits for everyone else

you guys remember all about that bass? dark times indeed

i was gonna say everyone deserved an emmy for pretending like they were enjoying it but. it is mercedes and roderick so

god sam and rachel are so cute. their scene made me cry

this is honestly one of my fave klaine duets. also im madison losing her mind on the dance floor before they even start singing

when blaine kisses kurt and it cuts to a wide shot and blaine looks so teeny tiny

ugh the scene with the pictures really made me cry. and rachel still has pig barbra up on her wall

omg i really thought it was over and there’s still 15 minutes left ugh

“that clumsy fat ass craig” omg im craig

also thank you karofsky for bowing out gracefully and giving us no conflict and confirming klaine are soulmates. it’s almost like we didn’t need this stupid bump in the road and this has all been a waste of time

“No I don’t think I could ever call you Will” yeah man it’s a gross name

#glee #long post #my thoughts #angel watches glee #season 6 #6x07 #episode: transitioning

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softspiderling · 5 years ago

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swanky fortune - part six | t.h.

Summary: confessions in an alley, surviving a shovel talk and saying good bye

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Te Robaré by Nicky Jam feat Ozuna

Author’s Note: IT’S CONFESSION TIME Y’ALL!!! I really really hope you love this chapter, bc I’ve been SQUEALING while writing it. ENJOY!!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 3,8k

Masterlist

“Hey Tom,” you called out softly and he startled, opening his eyes to look at you. They were wide and vulnerable.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, you beat him to it.

“I like you too.”

Tom‘s eyes widened comically.

“What?” he asked. “Really?”

“Are you kidding? I literally told you when we first met,” you pointed out and he sighed, shaking his head.

“No. It’s not the same.”

He looked upset. You were confused, because didn’t understand what was going on. Was he… Upset because you liked him back? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy about that?

“It’s different when you like me because I’m your celebrity crush. I want you to like me because I’m me, not because I’m Tom Holland.”

You scratched your head with your nails, unsure if you were able to follow his train of thought. “… But you are Tom Holland.”

“You know what I mean,” He squinted his eyes at you, trying to figure out if you were messing with him or not.

“I do, actually, yes,” you sighed and stepped closer to him carefully.

“I like you, Tom, family person, dog person, Harrison person. You’re a bit of a dick, to be honest, but when it comes tough on tough, you take care of your friends, your family, of me.”

You said the last part more quietly and Tom gave you the softest look, a small smile growing on his face. Wow, you were sure you were going to die.

He took your hands in his and laced them together, almost shyly. “And people say it’s complicated to date in our time,” he joked, squeezing your hand.

“I like you a lot,” you said and he furrowed his brows at your answer.

“Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?”

“But-“

Tom sighed before you could continue, his face falling a bit at your sullen tone.

“But we’ve only known each other for two days. Literally. We can’t just be together. It wouldn’t end well,” you pointed out and he frowned, but nodding nonetheless.

“And you know, considering you’re a world-known actor I want to be completely sure of my feelings for you, before we start being serious. I’ve never dated a celebrity before, but I can imagine very well what kind of baggage you’re lugging around with you.”

You were a bit scared that this would scare Tom off, but you knew that you had to do this to protect yourself and if that scared him off, he wasn’t the person you thought he was.

“No, you make a good point. I want to do this the right way. It’s been a while since I’ve liked someone like this and I don’t want to ruin it before it even starts,” he said and wrinkled his nose cutely.

“Friends for now?”

He looked at you with a conflicted expression on his face.

“Friends,” he then said and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“What are you doing?” you asked, breathing into his woody perfume, your hand clutching tightly at the back of his suit jacket, material crunching between your fingers.

“Friends can give each other hugs, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you forced down the growing smile on your face and sighed softly, leaning your head on his chest, allowing yourself this closeness for a hot minute before you pulled away reluctantly.

Looking up at him, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, giving him a shy smile. His eyes were trained on you while his arms hung loosely around your waist. Your faces were only inches away, you were standing so close, you could feel his warm breath on your cheek bones, a hint of beer engulfing your nose.

You’ve never liked the smell of beer more.

Tom then lifted his hand to your cheek and instead of tucking your hair back like you were thought he was going to do, he swiped his thumb over your temple.

“You’re really sweaty,” he observed, eyeing the sweat drops on his thumb and you yelped, swatting his hand away.

“Shut up! I am not used to this weather!” you glared at him. “It’s not like I have five different people swarming around me to keep me looking fresh and cool all the time!”

Huffing, your narrowed your eyes at him with a pout and he laughed, his eyes crinkling before he swiftly dipped down to capture your lips in a kiss.

Your eyes widened at first, not having expected him to kiss you, but you recovered quickly, your grip on his waist tightening and you kissed him back, pressing into him, your lips gliding over his smoothly.

Tom cupped your face with both his hands and then he was licking into your mouth with his tongue and you were pretty sure you let out a small whine.

It’s been a while since you’ve been kissed like this, like you two were the only people left on earth, like he was drowning and you were his oxygen.

You felt his mouth curve up in a grin and you bit down on his lower lip gently in return, causing him to grumble, pulling you even closer. Tom’s finger tips were tracing along your jaw and he gave you one long final kiss, before he pulled away, his cheeks red.

A bit dazed, you cleared your throat and reached up to wipe your lipstick off his mouth.

“I’m pretty sure friends don’t do this,” you said quietly and he gave you a cheeky grin, taking your hand and pressing a kiss on the back of it.

“I couldn’t help myself when you were looking at me like that.”

“I was literally roasting you, Tom.”

Tom shrugged and ran his hands down your arms, causing you to shiver despite the warm weather.

“Maybe I’m into that sort of thing,” he quipped and you gasped in shock.

“Tom!”

Suddenly, the metal door was pushed open and the two of you sprung apart when Harrison stepped out, raising an eyebrow at the scene in front of him.

“Mate, they’re looking for you,” Harrison said, gesturing towards the crowd.

“Right, of course,” Tom replied, squeezing your shoulder. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

Giving him a brief nod, you watched him leave and your eyes fell on Harrison, who just smirked at you.

“What?”

“You just have a little-“ Harrison wiped at the corner of his mouth with his thumb and when you mirrored his action, your thumb came away stained with red lipstick.

You flushed and bumped your shoulder into Harrison’s on your way back inside, while he followed you clutching his stomach in laughter.

The rest of the night passed in kind of a blur, you sipping on your wine and joking around with the boys, getting introduced to Tom’s costars, while you and him were constantly searching for each other at the crowded party, exchanging smiles and winks.

Honestly, you were still as clueless as you were five hours before. He liked you. You liked him. You agreed to stay friends for now. And then he kissed you. And now you were back at the beginning. You haven’t found another opportunity for you two to talk and you were already headed home the next morning, you were aware of how little time you had left.

The party was nearing its end, guests slowly trickling out and you were at your fourth wine glass, feeling the buzz of it faintly.

“You ready to go?” Sam asked, leaning against the counter.

“What? Do you mean if I am ready to return to my old life where I’m not treated as a VIP anymore?” you joked and he cracked a smile, shaking his head.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine Y/N. We don’t want it to get to your head.”

“Har har,” you scoffed and pushed your chair back, getting up. “Is Tom coming with us?”

Sam looked around the room, squinting his eyes as if that would help him spot Tom in midst of the crowd of people. “I don’t think so? I haven’t seen him for a while either.”

You deflated a bit and he raised an eyebrow at you, making you flush a bit. Out of the five boys you had spent the least time with Sam, so you weren’t sure where you stood with him. It wasn’t because you didn’t like him, he wasn’t just as easy to approach to as the rest of them.

He was more timid than the rest of them. Which wasn’t that hard, the rest of them were extremely extroverted.

“Sooo a little birdie told me that you guys were caught in a rather… Dicey situation,” Sam said and you scoffed, turning your head away in embarrassment. So he was a dumbass, just like the rest of them. Good to know. You knew how to handle those.

“You don’t even need to be so cryptic, I know Harrison told you guys.”

“What did I tell whom?”

You groaned and put your head on the counter when Harry and Harrison joined you. Well, this was going to be fun.

“You told me that Tom and Y/N were snogging,” Sam reminded the blonde and Harry gasped, hitting your arm repeatedly in mock offense.

“You guys kissed?! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Could you guys stop yelling?” You hissed, glaring at them. “I don’t need everyone to know about this.”

“You like him right?”

Surprised at that question, you looked at Sam, thinking he was joking, but his eyebrows were drawn too tight for him to be joking.

“What? Yeah of course I do.”

Harrison rubbed your shoulder comfortingly, his joke-y manner from seconds earlier vanishing into thin air.

“Hey, we weren’t asking to offend you,” he said. “Tom just- He doesn’t have the best dating history. And it’s been hard for him date ever since he’s got all eyes on him. It doesn’t help that he falls in love like he does everything else: fast, without thinking and all of his heart.”

“Hold on, wait a minute,” you interrupted Harrison, holding a hand up, both to allow yourself to catch up and to ask for a clarification. You were still a bit hazy from all the wine and this seemed important. You wanted to understand all of it correctly.

“Falling in love? He just told me that he liked me and we had one kiss. Who’s even talking about falling in love?”

“You know what I mean Y/N. I’m just trying to tell you to be honest with him,” Harrison sighed.

Are you seriously getting the shovel talk right now?

“Don’t play with his heart, okay?” Harry added.

Wow, you really were! But seeing their worried expressions refrained you from cracking a joke about it. This seemed to be genuinely important to them.

“I was honest and I always will be honest to him. And I really like him, okay? I just- want to do this slowly and the right way. We have time. We don’t need to rush anything,” you said, picking at your nails to avoid their piercing eyes.

“We weren’t expecting anything else,” Harrison told you and clapped your back playfully.

“So,” he started, clearing his face and judged by the grin on his face, the serious part of the conversation was over. “Who kissed whom?”

And you were right.

“Were you guys just kissing or actually snogging?”

“Was it good?”

“On a scale of he was slobbering like a dog to the kiss was so good you’re swooning about it to your best friend, what ranking would you give the kiss?”

“Oh my god!”

Before any of the boys could pressure you into answering those ridiculous questions, Harrison’s phone beeped and his eyebrows when he checked it, eyes scanning the screen.

“Our car is here, Tom said we should get Y/N back to her hotel first and then head home,” he told you and you frowned at that. While you grabbed your stuff to leave, you looked around everywhere, trying to find Tom, but you were unsuccessful.

Whipping your phone out, you opened your text chain with Tom, your fingers swiping over the screen.

You: Hey, are you coming with us?

You then proceeded to stare at the screen for a couple minutes, but the status of the message never changed to read.

“Hey Y/N, our car is here!”

“I’m coming!” You yelled back and slipped your phone into your purse, hurrying outside to climb into the open car door.

“Were you looking for Tom?” Harry asked and you nodded, leaning back in your seat. You really had to work on your poker face.

“He said he had to take care of something important and will be home later,” Harrison said.

“Makes sense,” you sighed and leaned your head back on the headrest of the seat, closing your eyes. You hadn’t realized how tired you actually were.

As the driver stopped in front of the hotel, you looked at the three boys with a heavy heart. The bad thing about getting along so well with all of them was that it made saying goodbye so much harder.

“Oh jeez, look at you,” Harrison groaned and you frowned, pursing your lips.

“What?” You asked defensively.

“You look like you’re about to cry,” Sam said as the three of them unbuckled themselves.

“We’ll bring you to your room,” Harry announced and shooed you out of the car.

“You guys realize we’re parked literally in front of the hotel, right?”

The boys waved it off while the four of you walked inside the well-lit hotel, headed straight for the elevator.

“Yeah but Tom would never forgive us if anything happened to you,” Harrison shrugged and you snorted, turning away to press the button to the elevator and hide your pink cheeks at the same time.

“Don’t be stupid,” you huffed and stepped into the elevator when the doors opened smoothly.

Harry snorted and leaned against the carpeted wall. “You’re the one being stupid. Three out of four people agree on that.”

“Damn I’m really not going to miss you trying to roast me,” you sighed and exited the elevator, striding to your room door with big steps.

“Oh please,” Harrison scoffed, hurrying after you with the twins in tow. “One week without us and you’ll wish we’ll be there to annoy you.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you unlocked your door and glanced back at the boys, smiling at them.

“Thanks for bringing me up,” you said softly and the twins grinned at you. You hugged each of them tightly and Harrison rubbed your back when it was his turn.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other soon enough,” he whispered and you wished it were true. You wished for a deep friendship to blossom between all of you, but you were a realist. You knew that there was no way a friendship like that could be possible. How would it? You lived in completely different countries, lead completely different lives and ran in different social circles.

Pulling away, you teared up a bit to your embarrassment and Harry laughed, ruffling your hair.

“Aw come on, don’t be sad, we can text and send each other memes all the time.”

“Yeah don’t be a stranger,” Sam said and you looked up to the ceiling to blink the tears away. Wow, how embarrassing.

“I’m not crying, there was something in my eye,” You mumbled out a lie and the boys laughed, waving as they walked to the elevator.

“Sleep tight, Y/N!”

“See you soon!”

Waving good bye, you shut the door with a long sigh, you before you fumbled around with your phone, checking the notifications as the screen lit up.

No new messages.

“Ugh,” You groaned in frustration and tossed your purse on the bed. Yawning, you headed to the bathroom and stretched your stiff arms, before you stripped down and took off the make-up that has been sitting on your face and clogging up your pores. Sometimes you really asked yourself why you always bothered with it.

Your eyes kept glancing to your phone screen as you wiped the make-up off bit by bit, but by the time you threw a bunch of dirty cotton pads into the trash can, the phone still hadn’t made a noise.

Glaring at it, you stepped into the shower and shut the glass doors behind you, turning the water on. As you were slathering some shampoo on your head, you heard your phone give of a ping; followed by a second one.

You stilled, the foam running down your hair and you contemplated getting out to get a quick peek at your phone, wondering if it was Tom finally getting back to you.

Turning the shower off, you grabbed a towel and dried your hand off, reaching for your phone, while the water was running down your body to form a puddle on the floor.

Luisa: Hey when are you landing tomorrow?🧐

Luisa: do you want to grab lunch/dinner after you land?

“Oh my god,” you moaned and put the phone on the counter, the screen facing down.

You haven’t been waiting for someone to text you like this since high school. It was like being sixteen year old again and waiting for your crush to finally text you the answer of your “what are you up you?” text. The only difference was, that you were (kind of) an adult now and you were waiting on a reply from Tom freaking Holland.

You got back in the shower, the foam running down your hair and finished washing yourself off before you got out again, wrapping yourself in a towel.

“Stop acting like a teenager,” you grumbled to yourself and grabbed your dirty clothes, returning to your bedroom.

After putting your Pajamas on, and packing your suitcase, it was nearing one am and you climbed into bed with your phone in your hand (Tom still hasn’t texted you back).

You set your alarm for the next morning, before plugging the phone in and putting on the nightstand, snuggling in your bed.

The adrenaline from that day was still high, you couldn’t believe how much has happened: you had managed to make a fool of yourself in front Zendaya, got to watch the new Spider-Man movie and had Tom confess his feelings for you and you guys kissed! All in one day!

Rubbing your eyes, you shut them tightly, hoping sleep would come soon and that maybe a text from Tom would be waiting for you in the morning.

As you were about to drift off, you heard your phone ping.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

You squeezed your eyes shut and even though your fingertips were burning, you waited for another second, not wanting to seem too eager before you turned around to grab your phone.

Tom: Hey sorry I had to take care of some important stuff, they wouldn’t let me leave with you x

Tom: I’m really sorry that I couldn’t get back to you earlier😪

Tom: did you get back home safely? x

Your smile widened as you read over the texts, and you felt the relief spread through your body.

Honestly, you were starting to think he was ghosting you, maybe the kiss was bad or he met someone amazing. But you were glad that it was only your insecurities getting to you.

You: it’s okay, I get it. Important movie star and all

You: yes of course I did. Didn’t your brothers or haz tell you I did?

Your heart warmed the status of your messages immediately jumped from delivered to read, and the ellipses appeared on his side, before disappearing again.

You almost dropped your phone when it suddenly rang and you saw Tom’s name flash across the screen.

“Hi Tom,” You said as you picked up your phone.

You heard rustling from the other side of the line and you wondered if this was a pocket dial, before you finally heard him speak.

“Hey love, sorry I thought calling you would be easier,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. He sounded tired.

“It’s fine. Are you okay?” You asked and sat up, turning the lamp on.

Tom sighed and in your mind you could see him running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, just tired. I forgot how stressful premieres can be. How did you like it though?”

You smiled and played with the thread of your blanket. “I had a lot of fun. Even without you running around me in circles like a headless chicken.”

He laughed and it made you feel warm all over.

“I’m sure Haz and the twins kept you entertained, huh?”

“Mhmh,” You hummed. “Them and every celebrity I ran into.”

A silence and you leaned back in your bed, unsure if you were supposed to say something.

“I know we didn’t finish our conversation,” he then said and you wrinkled your nose, remembering.

“Yeah, that was rather unfortunate.”

“Do you want me to come over right now? I just need to grab a shower,” he offered and you almost wanted to cry. This boy had so much on his plate right now and he was offering to come over at two am in the morning to talk.

“No, it’s fine. I know you’re tired. You should go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll bring you to the airport,” Tom replied, relief evident in his voice.

You smiled a small smile and closed your eyes. “Okay. Good night Tom.”

“Sleep well, love,” he said softly and you ended the call, falling back in your bed with a wistful sigh. You plugged your phone back in and rolled over in the bed, sleep soon catching up with you.

Your alarm woke you up too early for your taste, so you allowed yourself five minutes of snoozing before you forced yourself up to start getting ready and finish up packing.

You weren’t sure if you were excited to go back home or if the excitement came from knowing you were about to see Tom again, but you were humming while zipping up your suitcase. And it seemed like you were just in time, as a sharp knock sounded at the door, making you jump up.

Racing to the door, you opened it with a big smile, already talking a mile a minute.

“Hey, I thought we could grab some breakfast before-“ Your words died down when you saw an unfamiliar man stand in front of the door instead of Tom. He was wearing some sort of uniform, but you couldn’t quite tell what kind it was.

“Uhm, sorry, you must be at the wrong door,” you said awkwardly and the man frowned, peeking at his phone in his hand.

“Are you not Ms. Y/L/N?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. What could he possibly want from you?

“Yes. I am. And you are…?”

The man nodded and gave you a polite smile.

“You can call me Felix. I am here to pick you up for the airport.”

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hobiwonder · 6 years ago

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~just relax, dummy~ | (m)

Pairing: Tae x reader

Genre: Insomnia AU.

Warnings: smut. porn watching. foreplay. exam stress.

words: 2.1k

Summary: tae has been promoted to ‘bf’ status and he’s using it to get you to relax before your exams.

a/n: request was that tae distracts you from studies bc you're stressed so here ya go. i added it to the Insomnia AU so new readers; maybe read that first. not proof read as always. i got carried away bc this tae is a little shit and too adorable. i hope you guys like. let me know :)

“Taehyung, stop.” You shrug your shoulder when he’s resting his head on it for the hundredth time and this was not the time for him to be distracting you. You had your genetics exam in two days and you still had two modules to go through!

“No you.” He mumbles like the five year old he is before resting his chin on your shoulder again to see what you were doing. Which was mostly just taking notes, colour coordinating them according to the topic and the questions that could be on the exam.

“Tae!” You shrug his off again – a tad bit more aggressive than you were going for and he ends up bumping back into your bed frame as a yelp leaves his mouth because of hitting his head on it.

“Ow.” The pout is visible and you are instantly turning around to rub at his scalp, mumbling your apologies while he revels in the attention.

“Ugh. Sorry. I’m just stressed. I didn’t mean to.” You’re gently rubbing his scalp as he watches you with the cutest pout on his face. Your boyfriend was cute as fuck ugh. Shortly after being in a friends-with-benefits arrangement, he’d finally asked you out. And you’d taken even longer to come to terms with the fact that you’d be in a relationship with one of the most popular man on campus and you were not ready to leave the little you’d been in for a while. Minding your business and enjoying your studies. But of course, this was new for Taehyung as well. The boy had been a slut – full offense to him – before he swore to be monogamous and asked you out.

The change in your life had seriously taken a toll on your studious nature because it was so easy for the handsome boy with his golden skin and broad shoulders to distract you. Whether it was you two going out to do normal boyfriend-girlfriend stuff or back at your dorm clung to each other like koalas. Though it never ended up as innocent as you always wanted to keep it. He was your safe haven to explore everything you’d only thought or fantasized about – which wasn’t too much until you’d come to know him – because that boy was game for anything. Anything. It was thrilling and kind of scary all at once but you were falling deepr and deeper for him because of the side of him that only came out to you as cliché as it sounds. He was a great listener. He’d figured you out so quick and knew exactly how to wind you down – help you through your panic attacks after you’d started to see the psychologist for your insomnia which was a story for another day.

What you are trying to say was that – he’s your now. And you want him to be in your tomorrow too. And that was saying something coming from a girl who’d let everyone go in her life to become someone so she didn’t have to rely on anyone. Taehyung was understanding, he didn’t pressure you but boy did he know how to slacken your guard. Which was exactly what his stupid handsome face was doing as you tried to study.

“You’re way too worried babe. You’re the second smartest girl I know. You’ll kill this exam.” Your frown doesn’t go unnoticed and taehyung just smiles his adorable smile.

“Who’s the first one? All your friends are at best average, no offense, at their studies.”

“Oh none taken. I was talking about my mom.” Your eyes widen – smile threatening to break because you almost forgot that he was a complete mama’s boy.

“oh of course. How could I forget.” He only chuckles before kissing your cheek sweetly while your gentle rubbing where he’d hit head had turn in to a scalp massage. He was such an attention seeker. Like a puppy. Yup. He was a giant puppy you somehow adopted.

“What you do need to forget about though,” he takes his hands off his head, bringing them to his lap to hold them with his own and looking at you so seriously you’re perking up too – he may actually have a good sugges-”

“We need to watch porn and get your mind off this exam.”

You spoke too soon.

“Ow! Stop abusing your boyfriend! You’re so violent …gosh you turn me on.” You throw the cushion in your lap at his head – perfectly aiming.

He only smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before he’s reaching behind him and grabbing your laptop from the bed – you both were sitting on the floor which he still objected to. Entitled asshole. Good thing you liked him. You couldn’t go to his house because you weren’t ready to be heard by the whole frat house. You were uh – loud, just a little. But it was Taehyung’s fault. He was too good at sex things ugh. Fuck him. Wait you had. You chuckle to yourself remembering last night.

“What are you giggling about.” He’s typing something on your laptop that you can’t see but when he glances at you he’s grinning, “ see? I knew you wanted me to distract you.”

“Even so, my mind din;t exactly think up watching porn together you horn dog. Is sex ever off your mind?”

“Nope.” He doesn’t look up when he replies. Only asking you to sit on his lap after he’s done typing and has set the laptop on the side – the back of it facing you.

“No way. I’m not going to sit on you Tae. I still remember how it went the last time I did that.” Which you riding him reverse cowgirl. Yup. He was a major horn dog and he kind of melted your brain whenever he was around and you two ended up just going at it for hours – gosh even your sense of time was at risk when he was around.

“Just come here you party pooper.” When you shake your head again, glaring at him he sighs like you’re the one being unreasonable.

“I have to study!”

“You need to have a break…. We can make fun of the terrible plot?” Your lips are pursing at the suggestion. Hm. You did like to dislike things. A lot. Especially people.

“Ugh… fine. I choose the clip!” Taehyung only smirks wider as he pats his lap with the greasiest look and you can’t help but laugh at his goofy face.

“Stop. You’re making me rethink my decision.” He just rolls his eyes as you settle between his legs, his on either side of you as he rests the laptop near your knees so both of you could see the explicit contents of the screen that have you blushing already. Everything was just so… out. Penises everywhere. Ugh. They were ugly. Why didn’t tae look this ugly? He had a pretty one. Thank god. Wait what is happening to your brain.

“y/n, pick already. You’ve been staring too long.”

“R-Right.” You scroll through the site, most videos containing pictures of girls with semen all over their faces and wow… you can’t believe this was actually, kind of, tiny bit, arousing you. And you hadn’t even clicked on one yet. After another minute of scrolling – one catches your eyes. The thumbnail contains a close up of a girl’s vagina with a veiny hand caressing her folds.

“Slow, clit rubbing orgasm.” Taehyung reads the title out loud and you just notice how close he was to your ear. His voice had dropped an octave and before you know it, he’s clicked on it when he notices you pause on the video for a little too long.

“You want to watch this baby?” His voice is soft and he’s leaning over to look at your face from the side – his larger frame has you surrounded and his hands have slipped around your waist. Incapable of words at the moment – why were you so affected so suddenly? God, he was right again – you just nod. You did need to unwind.

The video has nothing else but a close up of the girl’s labia, pussy spread apart and swollen as a hand – considerably larger than her smaller hips, much like you and taehyung – is softly caressing her folds. The man is spreading the wetness around to lubricate for a smoother glide and you both can now hear the girl’s soft mewls. Taehyung is watching you. You can tell because his gaze is almost burning the side of your head. But you’re too in to the video that you don’t care that he can probably see each shift in your breath, expression and posture.

The wetness in your undies isn’t unnoticed by you as much as you try to ignore it.

“She likes it.”

“uh-huh.” Taehyung chuckles at how mesmerised you sound. Your lip is being held hostage by your teeth, hands suddenly grabbing at Taehyung’s wide thighs, watching the incredibly hot scene unfold right in front of you. There is nothing to make fun of for you in this video, damnit. The man in the video has now started to gently circle the girl’s clitoris, never breaking pace, pulling back the hood of her clit to zero in on the spot as her soft mewls turn in to needy moans. God, this was hot.

“You would like it too, huh? You like it when I rub your clit?” Taehyung’s words aren’t helping you snap out of this haze – instead pushing you further in to the lust that was fogging up your brain.

“Y-Yeah.” His hands are gently massaging your waist and you’re trying not to squirm on his lap. The man on the screen is still insistently rubbing the girl’s clit, slowly but surely building her up. Just then, Taehyung’s hands – both of them – slipped inside your shorts and it’s even easier for him to locate your clit and start palming it gently because of the missing piece if underwear. You always went commando at home and Taehyung loved it.

“T-Tae, not now i-I have to- fuck.” The high pitched moan comes out automatically when you glance down, watching Taehyung’s vascular hand inside your shorts as his long fingers slowly work your clit – mimicking the actions of the man on the screen. You’re still watching the video, the girl is louder than ever and now her legs are twitching – all the while Taehyung is slowly building up a pace on your clit, rubbing small circles on it as his other hand spreads he wetness that’s leaking steadily from your pussy. The feeling of one of his hands constantly rubbing your clit in wide circles and the other caressing your swollen labia and rubbing the swollen nether lips is indescribable. You feel like you have a fever and your hands are scratching at his thighs while you can’t take your eyes off the erotic video.

“Shh. Just let me make you cum baby. Relax.” You can only moan in response, your legs now over his own as you are spread open like you’d been countless times before. He loved having you on his lap. But when Taehyung slips two fingers from his other hand inside your clenching walls, the video is all but forgotten.

“Tae! F-fuck. Right there.” He’s rubbing the spongy spot inside your channel – not thrusting, just grinding his fingers inside you while his other rubs away at your swollen, blood reddened clit.

“Right here baby?” Your dry sob confirms his rhetorical question’s answer as you pant in his lap, head lolling back in his chest. You were so close.

“Cum for me baby. All over my hand.” And that’s all it takes before you’re grabbing fistful of his trousers in your hands as Taehyung still continues to rub your clit at the same pace and when you do cum – it’s nothing like what you’ve experienced before.

“Oh god! Tae.” You’re crying out as wave after wave goes through your already weary body. The blissful climax seems to last forever, slowly washing over you – just like the not slow and not fast paced rubbing he was giving you - your clit twitching every time Taehyung’s fingers swiped over it.

You’re heaving, limp in his lap when you’ve finally come down from your high, laptop all but forgotten on the side. Taehyung gently leans down to your head that’s resting back on his chest – taking out a hand from your short to push his sullied fingers in your mouth that you eagerly suck with a moan.

Taking out his fingers – he replaces them with his mouth, taking your lips in a sweet and dep kiss that has you sighing in contentment. For the next few minutes, he just kisses you slowly, tangling his tongue with yours – just some good old making out (what Taehyung would call it). You had become fluent in Taehyung speak.

“You’ll do great baby. Take it easy on yourself.” A soft kiss is placed on your forehead while your eyes automatically close, nestling your face in his neck.

God, you’d fallen hard for this horn dog.

a/n: i love this giant puppy. thanks for reading and please do drop by to let me know what you thought.

#bts #bts smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung #insomnia drabble

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queen-scribbles · 5 years ago

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how about 47, 59, 61, and 63 for your Wayhaven ladies :3

Excellent questions, thank you! This went long, so gets a readmore.

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47. How easily does your OC forgive?

AJ- Too easily. I mean, unless you did something grievous like kill someone she cares about or even just in general for selfish reasons(or try to; I think Murphy’s currently the only person on her Never Forgive list, and not just for what he did to her). She’s very much the type to brush off practically everything with “Don’t worry about it”. If you did something that’s more of a big deal and genuinely apologize for it, there’s about a 99% chance she’ll forgive you. She’s a sweetheart. Sometimes too much of one.

Janine- Fairly easily. She’s a pretty laid-back person, definitely a glass-half-full type, and likes to mend fences. Her threshold for “Serious Offenses” is lower than AJ’s, but she’ll still forgive pretty much anything without too much fuss.

Mallory- Little stuff like bumping in the hallway or stepping on toes etc, pretty easily. Bigger stuff…. depends on your attitude. If you’re an ass about it, she’s gonna hold onto it a little longer. Again, another ‘depends on the severity’ deal; still kinda wants to punch Murphy in the face every time she thinks about him. Still has a bit of a grudge toward Bobby for how he treated her in college(which she handles largely by trying to pretend he doesn’t exist). Oh, and anything that she views as questioning her competence due to her height (including short jokes, GOD is she touchy about short jokes) is not getting forgiven without large amounts of groveling.

Kasey- When it’s serious enough to register with her, it’s probably gonna take a while to be forgiven.

59. What does your OC think of him/herself?

They’re all pretty happy with and confident in themselves, that just takes different forms based on their personalities. AJ and Kasey it’s more quiet, Janine’s is cheerful and assertive, Mallory’s a little blunter and very take-charge.

61. What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

AJ- Sweet, quiet, professional, kind. She’s good at getting people to open up because she has this air of genuinely caring, understanding if things are difficult, and sincerely meaning it when she says she’s going to help you. Probably throws people a little that she doesn’t fit any of the redhead stereotypes, but she’s so nice most forget about that initial surprise after a couple minutes’ conversation.

Janine- “Wait, she’s a cop??” Especially after she makes detective and can wear her own clothes rather than a uniform; she’s showing up to crime scenes in brightly colored dresses and cardigans with her hair up in a messy bun (occasionally french braid, but that’s usually more effort than it’s worth) and does not fit the image most have of police in their heads. She’s incredibly easy to talk to, makes people feel at ease, but comes off as kind of flighty until you get to know her better.

Mallory- Fierce. She’s very determined, very professional. When she tells you she’s going to do something she means it, and that shows. At first glance, she might come off as a little cold, but spend any amount of time with her and you can see her drive comes from wanting to protect people. She might be brusque about social situations when she’s on the job, but she does care.

Kasey- Another “Wait, she’s a cop??” but for a completely different reason. She dresses and carries herself very, very casually and defaults to sarcasm when dealing with anyone the least bit uncooperative or hostile. I’m sure there are some people who wonder how her lack of professionalism hasn’t gotten her fired, but she is very good at her job.

63. How does your OC display love?

(sticking with romantic love bc platonic’s a little different)

AJ- She’s very openly and physically affectionate, so holding hands, cuddling, kisses on the cheek, drifting into your space when walking together. But also: quality time. Introvert that she is, if she’s comfortable enough with you to share her time when she could be alone, it means she loves you. (I live for the moment Nate realizes that, it’s gonna be so good)

Janine- She says the actual words a lot. Casually and feelingly, depending on the circumstances. “Sweetie” shows up as nickname pretty early on. Will play with her SO’s hair, if he’s okay with that. Leaves little gifts of things she noticed you like with sticky notes covered in hearts(seriously, she and Felix are gonna be so adorable and ridiculous they make Mason gag).

Mallory- Lets you win arguments way, way more easily. Will still dig in her heels a little bc that’s just who she is, but she will let you win sometimes. Relaxes more, and might even playfully tease just a little. She’ll sit closer, maybe even in your personal space, in situations that allow it(like at a bar or if you’re sharing her couch). And the big one, for when she’s absolutely, irretrievably head over heels: she’ll let you help her with only minimal protest. Or maybe even ask.

Kasey- First sign is the sarcasm gets less biting and more playful/flirty. Then she reaches the lap-sitting stage, then comes falling asleep with her head on your shoulder(which’ll be really cute when Mason reaches the point where he doesn’t elbow her awake/shove her off/just get up and leave. Felix is going to tease so much). Final stage is when she starts being genuine and open without immediately following it up with something sarcastic. (no one’s gotten there yet)

OC Asks

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1kook · 6 years ago

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beginner’s luck.

Renjun x female reader

Summary: Your static relationship with Renjun is thrown for a complete loop when he corners you after school one day, and though his smile reads sweet and friendly, the glint in his eyes is anything but. i read your request wrong and made them not bffs whoopsie daisy also this was supposed to be like 500 words but now its 2.6k because its renjun

now with linked visuals!!! bc ugh do i love my soft baby boy

If you were being completely honest, you weren’t really super best friends with Renjun. As a matter of fact, you wouldn’t even consider yourself friends either, maybe just very mild acquaintances who sometimes bumped into each other now and then. You knew each other through your friends, who were friends with each other’s friends, and on the rare occasion your groups did a giant cross-outing, you’d see Renjun.

But you wouldn’t mistake your lack of friendship for him being rude or anything. He was quite polite to you, despite how rambunctious other boys his age tended to be. He held open doors whenever possible, was attentive to stories, and was overall a pretty sweet kid. His kind is genuinely the people you tend to surround yourself with, so it’s a real mystery how you hadn’t formed any type of friendship.

He was in your senior class, sat a few rows to your left. You’d been in the same large groups a few time this year, and though you managed to chat easily during these times, the conversation never truly left the classroom. Which was weird, because Renjun typically radiated a very welcoming presence, and you’d never truly felt awkward around him. You guess it was more so the fault of his friends, who came around every break to whisk him away from the classroom in a cloud of devious snorts and giggles.

Your static relationship with Renjun is thrown for a complete loop when he corners you after school one day, and though his smile reads sweet and friendly, the glint in his eyes is anything but. “I need your help,” he insists after the class has emptied, and it’s just you and him hovering over your desk.

“No offense, Renjun,” you say as you shove a notebook into your schoolbag, momentarily glancing at your teacher who pays no mind to the pair of you, “we don’t really know each other like that.”

“C’mon,” he pushes anyway, one hand landing on your shoulder as he guides you out of the classroom. The halls bustle with after school activities, and you’re both happy and saddened that you’re part of the Going Home club in this situation. “It’s for the greater good,” he says, and you snort at his dramatics. You’d known he was a funny guy, but this is your first time seeing him in action.

“What do you need?” You question, and though you haven’t outwardly expressed your compliance, by the quirk in his smile, you know you’ve already given in to his request. However, you still don’t want him to have the benefit of coercing you into whatever scheme he’s planning, so you shrug his arm away from you.

Renjun suddenly goes meek, and you nearly scoff at the sudden change in character, raising an eyebrow at him to encourage him to continue. He’s different then, all shifty eyed and subdued as he searches for the right way to tell you.

After what seems like an hour of just watching him flounder about himself, Renjun finally stutters out, “k-kiss...,” cheeks burning with the power of seven suns. You can’t even tease him about it either, because you’re probably mirroring his own expression.

“What?” You exclaim, loud as hell for no reason aside from the fact you’re trying to cover your own embarrassment. Needles to say you’re extremely overwhelmed because Renjun was undoubtedly handsome in a humble sort of way but your experience with boys was limited to a few make out sessions, nothing more.

“I,” he chokes, one arm awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck. “There’s someone I’m trying to impress, but I’ve never... y’know,” he motions, finally daring to look into your gaze. At the sight of his dark eyes, you instantly realize how serious he is about this whole ordeal. You slowly nod as he continues rambling out his story for you. “I don’t know a lot of girls who would help me with this,” he mentions, “but even if I did, I’d feel bad if they thought I was taking advantage of our friendship.”

When he glances at you again. he visibly looks like he’s at a loss for words, cheeks tinted the prettiest rosy color.

“So you’re asking me because we’re not technically friends, and you know I won’t get all booty hurt?” You compensate, and he nods furiously as if trying to please you.

You contemplate the proposal for a while, turning away from him because at the sight of his generous face you’d agree in an instant. However, you really do need to weigh in the situation, so you force yourself to look away.

Renjun’s brave as hell for actually asking someone for a favor like this, that much is for sure. He’s also real dedicated for whoever he’s trying to impress, and you can’t help but wonder if he would consider this as some unfaithful pre-act to a relationship. You guess not if he’s actually going for it, so you have to settle on reminding yourself he’s doing this for someone else.

The different aspects of his character swim around your head and you find yourself admiring him all of a sudden. But the last thought still resonates loud inside you.

“I’ll do it,” you affirm when you whirl around to face him, and suddenly realize how close he’d been to you this whole time. You fight the flush of your cheeks as you watch Renjun jump around happily, promising you he’ll pay you back with the gift of your choice.

He walks you home then, chattering away about his whole group of friends as you trek through the winding streets of your bustling town. Renjun always refers to them by different nicknames, that when he actually says one of their names, you’re reminded he’s friends with all those cute boys at school. Handsome faces hang with handsome faces, you presume. Your friends have dubbed them the dreamies, because well, they’re exactly that. All charming with different strong points, it’s a miracle they’ve taken to tagging along to your friend outings.

You wonder if when this is over Renjun will introduce you to one of them on a more intimate level. Then you can probably have double dates with whoever he introduces you to and his own crush.

(You’re not bitter, not at all, especially not when Renjun talks your ear off and you realize how captivating he is all by himself.)

When you reach home, you’re reminded that your parents aren’t due until later that night, both usually stuck in traffic around this time. Renjun is a polite young man, and compliments your decor, compliments your family photos, even compliments your damn cat. You guide him towards your room before he starts complimenting the plastic plants.

He’s still talkative when he plops down on your computer chair, and that’s when you realize he’s doing it out of nervousness. Though he reigns in the blush on his cheeks, his ears are still snitching on him. He stops talking when you bring out another chair and set it in front of him, before unceremoniously sitting down.

“Um,” he drawls, and the grip he’d had on himself explodes full force, cheeks burning on the highest setting. “So, I’ve never done this before and I don’t know if I’m supposed to lean first or if I’m just supposed to slap it on you, or if you have to kiss me or if I should just open my mouth like a baby bird or if like--” he rambles cutely, and you place a hand on his knee, instantly shutting him up.

“Hey,” you say, soft and encouraging despite the thundering of your own heart in your chest. You’re afraid he’ll hear it, so you quickly add, “If you want me to kiss you, that’s fine. But since you’re learning how to, I think you should lean in first,” you assure him, thumb drawing soft circles on his knee cap.

Renjun nods, seems to mull things over in his head for a bit, before giving you a secure nod. “Okay, I’m going,” he announces, eyes ridiculously focused. You almost laugh at his declaration but for his sake you hold it together.

He leans forward then, glancing at your lips as he comes closer and closer. You can’t help the slow flush of your face when he overwhelms your senses, subtle cologne swarming your nose, while his soft brown hair tickles your forehead. At the last moment, you flutter your eyes shut, and you can only hope he takes your lead.

His kiss is unsure, which you’d already been expecting, but surprisingly gentle. You try to let him take the lead, pliant against his touch as he moulds his lips to yours. His hand is clutching at your knee now, much in the same way you’d grabbed his earlier, as if trying to make you trust him.

The gag is, you already trust him despite the fact you don’t know him. Though his presence normally puts you at ease, you find yourself fumbling now, hands shaking as you grasp onto his shoulders. He must sense your nervousness, because he abruptly pulls away.

“How was that,” he breathes, something between a question and a general statement, and you’re reminded this is all for the sake of someone else. You run your tongue over your lips, and when his eyes flicker down towards the movement, you nearly forget to answer him.

“Uh,” you mumble, cheeks embarrassingly warm, “yeah, it was. It was, good,” you finally get out, and only hope he doesn’t notice your change in character. “Um maybe,” you add, struggling to remain as the tutor you were intended to be. “Open your mouth a little more?” You suggest, only hoping it doesn’t sound as stupid as you’d thought.

He seems to accept your advice, and for a moment his lips open and close, the swell of his cupid’s bow ridiculously alluring. When he’s finished, Renjun doesn’t announce his move again, and just leans into your awaiting figure.

The second kiss is even better than the first, him more comfortable with the action. He seems to get the general gist of it, and if you’re being honest, it’s better than the first kiss. His mouth presses into you softly, guiding your lips with his. He’s completely immersed in it now, and when his hand reaches forward to cup your waist, you startle. He pulls away only slightly, murmurs a soft, “it’s okay,” against your mouth, before going in again.

His voice, quiet and lulling, replays in your head and you nearly shiver when his kiss finally drops the carefulness and transitions into a more demanding one. He’s completely unlike the stuttering boy who’d asked for your help only an hour ago, and you find yourself struggling to keep up with the pace of his kiss.

When you feel the cold press of a tongue against your bottom lip, you gasp, and Renjun doesn’t waste the opportunity. He prods against the inside of your mouth, indulges you in a little fight for dominance, and when you lose and he continues his own mapping of your mouth, you finally take it upon yourself to push him away.

“R-Renjun,” you stutter, when he reluctantly pulls away, and you’re bent over your legs trying to catch your breath. “That’s fine,” you assure, hands slowly gliding down from his shoulders to his forearms. “Um,” you flounder, “good luck with that girl,” you hastily add.

The silence that envelopes the two of you is uncomfortable, a feeling you don’t typically feel around Renjun. You want to leave, but this is your house, so you want him to leave. You barely knew him an hour ago, but now he’d told you his whole life story on the walk to your house, and then proceeded to give you the sweetest kisses known to mankind? This was illegal, and you needed him away from you before you fell into some mad crush-love.

“What?” He says, voice weirdly loud in the quiet of the room. Moments before, the only sound was the soft breathing of yours and Renjun’s as you’d kissed. The thought only worsens your physical state.

When you’re as composed as you can be, you glance up at him, flashing him a nervous smile. “I think I’ve helped you enough,” you amend, hesitantly letting go of his arms, and going to adjust something on your desk. You don’t know what exactly you’re adjusting, just that something in your room seems off and you need to fix it right away. A voice in the back of your head says it’s Renjun--who is not yours--is misplaced amongst all the stuff that is yours.

“Uhhh,” he drawls from his seat, and you feel his gaze on the side of your face as you toy with your pens and hairbrush, trying to seem occupied and completely unbothered by the soft press of his mouth you’d felt a moment ago. By the way he keeps staring, you think you’re doing an awful job of convincing him.

When Renjun snorts, boyishly cute yet obnoxiously loud, you jump in your seat. His head is tossed back, brown hair swaying with his every moment, as he continues to laugh. You’re left both in awe and confusion as he does so, and it isn’t until he’s calmed himself down that he graces you with an explanation.

“No offense,” he says, but a giggle catches him half way through. His ears tinge red but he continues anyway. “But why would I just ask some random person to practice kissing on them?”

You blink, and for a second, it does sound weird. Your brain racks for an appropriate response but in the end all you manage to say is, “that’s not offensive.”

Renjun levels you with a cheeky look. “Well I did say no offense,” he teases, pink lips stretching to showcase his smile. The urge to smack him over the head with the notebook to your left isn’t strong enough to consume you. (Yet.)

“Y’know,” he says, soft and somber, unlike the giggly mess he’d been a second ago. When he reaches his palm out to rest on your knee again, thumb rubbing soothingly over it, your heart clenches. He shyly tilts his gaze up towards you before murmuring out a soft, “I really really like you.”

Your heart thunders in your ears, and if this were a cartoon, your head would probably explode from emotional shock. But it isn’t, so your body settles on turning your cheeks to the rosiest setting. Renjun’s confession rolls around in your mind a little, hitting every point, before finally settling down. “You’re horrible,” you state when it finally registers.

Renjun is taken aback for a moment, but when he realizes it’s just your embarrassment talking, he reaches up to rub at your shoulder, boisterous laugh filling every crevice of your bedroom. “It’s okay, idiot,” he chuckles as he tugs you closer to him, until your head lands against his shoulder. You pinch at his shoulder, and relish in the little yelp he releases.

“You’re so annoying,” you whine against his chest, "I knew you were too good at this for it to be your first time.”

He snorts, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “This was my first kiss, though,” he informs you, and the twinge of jealousy you’d felt dissipates at the thought of being the first person lucky enough to be kissed by Renjun.

“Then how are you so good at this?” You murmur, your heart since having calmed down a bit, and though it continues to beat at an abnormal pace, it’s nowhere near the heart attack rate it’d been in a while ago.

He shrugs, rubs a hand up your spine, everywhere he touches tingling. “I dunno,” he replies, voice endearingly cute, and when you pull away to finally look at him again, his face is so soft and squishy you want to press kisses all over it. "Beginner’s luck, I guess.”

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