#especially it’s bc he broke up with his girlfriend who also lives on the floor and it got awkward

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

It’s the end of an era…

[elianamarie-blog]

Hiii! Can you do one Hyde and y/n are secretly together bc she’s Forman’s sister but Kelso is always flirting with y/n and it upsets Hyde so maybe Kelso and Hyde get into it and they admit they are together?

Yes, baby doll! Thank you for being patient with me <3

Told You So

Steven Hyde x reader

"Hey, good lookin'," Kelso said smoothly to Y/n as he slid in the booth seat of the Hub.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him as she scooted away from him. "Kelso, do you mind? I'm trying to eat here."

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?" he asked, completely ignoring her.

"Because I want to be," she said and slammed the book she was reading. "And why are you acting like that? We see each other everyday."

"Yeah, but we're not alone everyday," he replied and scooted closer. "Now we are."

"There's a reason for that, Kelso." She shifted further away from him, closer to the edge, but all that did was make him shift with her. "If Eric found out what you've been trying to do, he'd kick your ass."

"Oh, come on, he doesn't have to know!"

"Kelso, even if we did, you wouldn't be able to keep your fat mouth shut. When you were with Laurie, you announced it to the whole world that you slept with her. I don't need that." She gathered up her stuff and started to head out, but Kelso stood up with her.

"So, you're saying there's a chance?" he grinned stupidly at her.

"No, you dink," she spat and pushed passed him. "I don't like you and I don't want to get with you. Why don't you get that?"

She walked outside while Kelso watched her leave, staring at her ass.

"She totally wants me."

Later in the basement...

"I don't know why he even keeps hitting on me," Y/n said to Donna, Jackie, and Hyde while in the basement. Donna and Y/n sat on the couch, Jackie in the lawn chair, and Hyde in his usual seat. "We've been friends forever and he never looked at me like that until, like, a year ago."

"Well, have you looked in a mirror lately?" Hyde asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you notice your new shirt fillers?"

Y/n looked down at herself, then realized what he meant. "You're saying he's trying to get me in the sack because of my knockers?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Hyde grinned. "Even a blind man can see how much you've grown into your shirts."

"Ugh, what a pig," Jackie sneered. "I'm glad I broke up with him."

"Jackie, to be fair, you broke up with him because he cheated on you," Donna pointed out.

"Eh, whatever," Jackie said, flapping her hand to the side.

"Okay, seriously, guys, how do I get him to stop?" Y/n asked, turning the conversation back around. "Eric gets pissed and tells him to shut up, but he finds new ways to still hit on me."

"Tell him to get bent and that you've found someone else," Hyde suggested.

Y/n eyed him suspiciously. "Kelso may be a bonehead, but when it comes to women and sex, he's freaking Sherlock Holmes."

"Well, then lie."

"Lie?" Y/n asked and fully turned to him. "And say what? That I'm seeing someone so back off before he kicks your ass?"

"Exactly."

Y/n thought about it for a minute and then turned to the girls. "What do you girls think?"

Donna and Jackie shrugged.

"It could work," Jackie said.

"I don't think it's a bad idea," Donna responded. "Kelso doesn't like competition. He'll bitch a lot, but at least he'll back off."

Y/n shrugged. "It's worth a try."

"Good," Jackie said and stood up. "I should get going. My mom is going to attempt to make dinner tonight. If you see the fire department at my house, you'll know what happened." She walked over to the door and tugged it open. "But on the bright side, there'll be lots of fireman. Bye!"

"Maybe I can get a piece of that action," Y/n joked, making Donna laugh.

"I better get going too," she said. "I have to meet your brother at the hub for our date."

"Ohhh, where's he taking you? Mt. Hump?" Hyde asked.

"Ew, gross! Hyde!" Y/n shrieked, making Hyde laugh. "That's my little brother."

"Little?" Hyde asked. "You guys are only ten months apart."

"I'm still older by a couple months."

"Whatever you say," Hyde said, unconcerned and crossed his arms.

"Actually, no, he's taking me somewhere else for once," Donna said, grabbing her coat. "He says it's a surprise."

"I can guarantee his surprise is what's in his pants," Hyde said.

Donna rolled her eyes and looked at Y/n. "Good luck with him."

Y/n nodded as she watched Donna leave the basement. She turned back to him who was staring at her through his aviators. "Now I know what's on your mind."

"How could it not be when you're here looking like that," he responded and stood up only to crawl his way onto her, making her lie on her back.

A smirk played at her lips as she reached up and removed his glasses, finally seeing those blown pupils in his baby blue eyes. "Looking like what, Mr. Hyde?"

He growled at the nickname as he dipped his head into her neck, peppering her flesh with light kisses. She closed her eyes and leaned her head to the side to give him more access.

"All hot and don't even know it," he muttered, trailing his hands up her blouse. He brought his face up to meet hers and pressed his mouth against hers.

"You are mine," he growled when he pulled apart from her. "Not Kelso's. Mine."

She nodded. "Now show me just why I'm yours."

The next day...

The gang hung out in the basement as usual as the tv played quietly in the background. Y/n sat on the couch wearing a mini skirt wearing Hyde's Led Zepplin shirt, reading a magazine. Kelso couldn't help but stare at her bare sun kissed legs, his eyes roaming and try to see under her skirt.

"Stop staring at me," Y/n demanded.

"Well, I'm sorry, Y/n, but you're freakin' hot!" he responded.

"Hey, Kelso, have you tried not hitting on my sister?" Eric asked calmly, yet sarcastically.

"I gotta, Eric," Kelso asked. "It's like asking me not to breathe!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at Y/n. "I know! We should do it."

Y/n shook her head, keeping her eyes glued to the magazine. "You are as dumb as you are pretty."

Kelso smirked and leaned on the arm rest next to her, face inches from hers. "So, you're saying I'm pretty?"

She tore her eyes from the magazine and made eye contact with him, noses barley brushing, and glared at him. "Bite me, Kelso," she spit before pushing his face away from hers.

"Is that a promise?," Kelso asked, smirking.

Hyde walked out of his room in that moment, seeing Kelso on the floor and Y/n sitting on the couch. When he moved from behind the couch to his seat, he noticed Y/n wearing his shirt. "Is that my shirt?"

Y/n looked up at him with a hint of innocence in her eyes. "Yeah, I saw it in the dryer and thought it looked comfy. Plus, I thought it'd look good with this skirt. Is that okay?"

"Um," he replied, swallowing thickly as he scanned her body, especially at her smooth and shapely legs. "Yeah. It's whatever."

She grinned at him. "Thank you."

"Whoa," Eric said as he stood from the couch. "Since when do you let chicks wear your shirts?"

Hyde shrugged. "I never had a problem with it to begin with."

"Yes, you did," Donna said with a smile on her face. "You said that no girl will ever your shirts unless you're banging her." Her eyes grew wide as she shot up from her seat. "Are you two sleeping together?!"

"What?" Y/n asked calmly. "Don't be crazy; of course we're not."

"Good, because you know if you were, I'd have to kick your ass, Hyde," Eric said, relief flooding over him as he went over to the fridge to grab a popsicle.

"What's the big deal? It's just a shirt," Hyde replied and set his feet up on the table, crossing his arms. "Besides, I live here. Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know," Fez replied. "I mean it's pretty obvious you have the hots for her."

"Shut up, Fez," Hyde said threateningly. "I do not."

"Oh, sure," he replied quietly.

"So, on this whole doing it," Kelso said and knelt down next to Y/n. "Are we doing it or not?"

Hyde didn't hesitate to reach over and connect his fist as hard he could to Kelso's shoulder.

"Ow, Hyde! What the hell was that for?"

Hyde grinned at his dopey best friend. He tried his hardest not to just beat the ever living hell out of him, but luckily for him, he had a good poker face. "Just love messing with you, man."

Kelso went from offended to laughing in seconds. "That's a good one." He turned back to Y/n. "So, what do you say?"

"You know, you begging me like this is kinda hot," Y/n commented with hooded eyes.

"Oh, yeah?" Kelso asked, shifting to be eye level with her.

"Yeah," she smiled and inhaled deeply.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?" Hyde asked.

"Yeah, what he said," Eric said. "Look, I don't need Kelso sleeping with both my sisters AND worry about knocking her up to. It's like a weird porno soap opera."

"You know what also is really hot?" Y/n asked, ignoring her brother and secret boyfriend.

"What?" he giggled, loving how close they were.

"Leaving me alone!" she responded and hit him with the magazine she was holding.

The group chuckled as Kelso stood up. "Damn, Y/n, I just wanted to get a little action!"

"Leave her alone, man. It's like you're deaf," Hyde said, annoyed.

"Hey, I've never given up on a girl before and I'm not going to start now!" Kelso defended.

"Well, you better!" Hyde said, growing frustrated. "I'm tired of hearing this everyday, man. So, shut up and leave her alone before I make you."

"Damn, Hyde, what's got your panties in a twist?" Kelso asked glumly and stood up.

"Nothing. I'm just tired of hearing you everyday trying to get into her pants! So, knock it off!"

"Well, it's not like she's your girlfriend, so you knock it off!" Kelso argued.

"Really? That's the best you can do?" Hyde asked, smirking.

The entire time the two men were arguing, Y/n found herself, staring incredulously at them as if she was a prize.

"Well, I can tell you to get bent and I'll do whatever I like, but I know you'll hit me," Kelso said.

"You just basically said it to me, you moron!" Hyde said, yelling. "And now I'm going to hit you."

Kelso took a couple steps back, backing away from Hyde. "You do that and it will not end well for you."

"Okay, guys stop it!" Y/n shouted, jumping up from her seat. "This isn't cool. Kelso sit down over there," she said pointing to the lawn chair. "And Hyde, sit down over there." She pointed to his usual seat.

Hyde and Kelso glared at each other for a minute.

"Fine," Hyde said and turned around.

"Fine," Kelso repeated and sat down in the lawn chair. "But I think something else that would've been interested to know on what exactly I was going to do."

As everyone looked at him in confusion, Kelso reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of pink panties.

"What the hell, Kelso?!" Y/n shrieked. "Are those my panties?!"

Kelso smirked in victory as he held the panties close to his ear. "What's that panties? You want me to do what to you? Oh, I can't do that. Naughty panties!" He clapped the cotton fabric between his hands and glanced over at Hyde who was practically steaming from the ears.

"You're dead," Hyde spat through gritted teeth and practically lunged at Kelso.

Before Kelso could react, Hyde was on top of him, his fists hitting wherever they would land.

"Hyde! What the--Ow! My eye!" Kelso shouted.

Before Hyde could connect his fist once more, he felt two arms wrap under his arms and around his chest and was pulled off the man.

"Hyde, get off of him before you really hurt him!" Eric shouted, trying to be heard over Kelso's wailing.

"What is it with you?!" Kelso asked. "We're just messing around!"

"No, you're not!" Hyde yelled, ripping himself from Eric's grip. "You're being a complete tool to Y/n."

"Why do you care this much?" Kelso asked with Y/n's panties still in hand. Y/n walked over and snatched her panties back from his grip.

"Because she's my chick, man!" Hyde blurted, but quickly realized what he just said as he saw everyone's wide eyes on him. Except for Y/n who was eyeing her brother.

"She's...she's your...what now?" Eric sputtered.

"Uhm...I meant...she's a--a chick," Hyde said, trying to save himself.

"No, no. No, no. You just she's your chick," Jackie corrected, pointing a finger at him. "Don't try to wiggle yourself out of this one."

"She's...uh--uh...Y/n, a little help here?" he asked his girlfriend who was standing there awkwardly.

"What he meant to say was that as a woman he respects me and he didn't appreciate Kelso's boneheaded advances towards me," she said, rather smoothly even though her voice wavered.

Eric stared at his sister wide eyed with his mouth open. "You guys are dating?"

The couple sighed in defeat as Hyde rubbed his hot neck. "Yeah."

Y/n nodded, trying not to look Eric in the eye.

"Have you two...had s-sex?" Eric stuttered, forcing that image out of his mind.

"Eric!" Donna said. "You don't ask that."

"Do you really want to know that answer?" Hyde asked.

Eric screwed his eyes shut, now the image really colorful behind his eyelids. He shoved the heel of his hand deep into his eyes until he saw different shapes, desperate to erase the unholy sin that was between his sister and best friend.

"How long?" Kelso asked after he was able to get over the initial shock enough to speak.

"About a month," Y/n responded with a strong voice.

"A month?!" Eric cried out. "You've been screwing my sister for a month?! Oh, God." He forced himself to swallow the bile that had risen up his throat.

"You sure it hasn't been longer than that?" Jackie asked. "Because, you know, sometimes, time can feel a lot shorter when you're...having fun."

"Don't call it that!" Eric yelled and eyed the couple who were now standing near each other. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening! My best friend and my sister bumping uglies? Why would you two do this?"

"Because I like him?" Y/n challenged. "And he likes me."

"Yeah, man. We're not just fooling around."

"I don't care what you're doing or not doing!" Eric shouted, face turning red. "You went behind my back and starting dating my sister when you knew it would bother me!"

"Forman--"

"No! Don't even--! You know what? I--I can't stay here. I need some air," Eric said before he stormed out the basement.

The couple looked after him, sighing and turned back to the group.

"By the way, yes, it's been a month," Y/n said, answering Jackie's question.

"Ah, damn!" she replied and pulled out ten dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Fez.

Fez whooped and gleefully took the money. "Told you!"

I hope you enjoyed this one! Let me know if there is anything I could've added! Thanks for reading my lovely.

[scarletwinterxx]

First and Last pt. 4

Hello! I was going to post earlier but got distracted. had to pause writing for bit bcs I was watching Hyuck’s vlive. Anywayyysss thank you for all the love and support. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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PART ONE || PART TWO  || PART THREE  || PART FOUR || FINALE ||  BONUS

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He said he likes tiramisu so yea” Jeno answered

“But I don’t want it to seem like I’m bribing him with food. Maybe I should just-“

“Y/N-ah, it’s fine. Jaemin will love it. And he’s not really mad at you, you know. He’s just sad and disappointed” Jeno assured the girl who was currently fiddling with the cake she was holding.

When Y/N came to Jeno, asking him for help he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He knew the situation was a bit complicated considering his friends are not on speaking terms at the moment. 

He could only imagine the tension over at Haechan and Renjun’s dorm.

“You know that doesn’t make it any better” y/n deadpanned, the boy sitting across her just shooting her one of his famous eye smile

“Don’t worry about it, where is Haechan by the way?” Jeno asked

“He still has two more classes, I had to call him this morning to make sure he actually got out of bed” y/n stated, Jeno was just smiling to himself as Y/n speaks about his friend.

Even if their relationship was pretend at the beginning, it looks like it isn’t anymore. He’s just not sure if those two were aware of it.

The first time he saw y/n and Haechan together, he didn’t even think twice about their relationship. They just clicked so easily it seemed like they’ve been dating for a long time.

All those times the two were together, it wouldn’t even cross anyone’s mind that it was fake. 

They brought out sides of each other, better sides, without even realizing it.

“I should go over and see if he’s okay but I don’t want to bother Renjun, I’m sure I’m the last person he would want to see” The girl mumbled, she looked so down and ridden with guilt

“That’s not true, he just needs some time. He’ll come around” Jeno said then shot Y/N a comforting smile. The two didn’t notice Jaemin approaching the bench they were sitting on

“Hello” Jaemin said making the pair jump in surprise. Y/N immediately stood up and bowed her head, holding out the box towards Jaemin

“I’m really really sorry about making you upset and lying to you. I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, here’s a little peace offering to lessen your sadness atleast for a bit” Y/N said, her voice getting lower as she speaks more

Jaemin leaned his head down, standing in line of Y/N’s sight

“My eyes are not on the floor though” the blue haired boy chuckled

“Sorry” 

“You need to stop apologizing for everything, like I said I wasn’t mad” Jaemin shot the girl a small smile then accepting the gift she was handing over

“Sorr- I mean... Yea...” Y/N stuttered, trying to stop herself from saying sorry again

“Don’t worry, thanks for this. You didn’t have to but thank you”

“I really do apologize for making you upset. That was never the intention we had when we did it” Y/N told him and also Jeno

“May I know why? Why did you do it?”

“Hyuck... he just doesn’t want people to give him the pity looks anymore. I would never understand what it’s like to be in his place, no one should ever know what it’s like to be cheated on. He just got tired of being reminded of that everyday”

“We don’t even talk about it” Jaemin mumbled, a pout forming on his lips as he recall if they ever mentioned Lia in any conversation they’ve had. Renjun was very adamant about never speaking her name ever again so he can’t remember much

“I know but you also have been treating him with baby gloves, Hyuck won’t break you know. He might have been upset, sad and broken about it but he’s also trying to get better. If you tiptoe around him then he’ll feel like he’s not making any progress” Y/N explained, the two boys now understanding more 

“Did he tell you this?” Jeno asked, wondering if he should have listened more to his friend or if he could have done something more

“No, but I can see it. He didn’t have to tell me. That’s why I agreed to do it, not because I wanted to make Lia jealous or to fool you guys but because I saw he was tired of tiptoeing too. He needed some room to breath, if having a fake girlfriend is what it takes to get that then why not” 

"Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he was using me. If anything we really helped each other out. These past few months have been an adventure compared to the past 20 years of my life, I’m thankful for that”

After Y/N’s explanation, they finally get why.

“Thank you, too” Jaemin said surprising Y/N 

“For what?” she asked back

“You understood our bestfriend more than we did. You saw right through him and helped him when he needed it and he didn’t even say a word, thank you for being there for him”

Y/N smiled warmly at him, getting a little teary eyed

“Ya don’t cry, Haechan will kill me if he sees you crying” Jaemin said making the girl laugh

“Thank you”

“So we’re good now? Shall we eat this cake? Thanks by the way. Now I’m going to prove how Tiramisu cake is so much better” Jaemin said, the atmosphere significantly lifting. 

To say Y/N feels nervous is an understatement, she’s currently standing outside Renjun and Hyuck’s dorm waiting for the door to open. 

When it finally did, she felt like her heart skipped and she lost all the words she was about to say, 

“What are you doing here? Hyuck’s not here yet” Renjun answered, his voice devoid of any emotion making Y/N feel more nervous but she knew she had to do it. 

“I actually came to talk to you” she told the boy, honestly speaking she was expecting to have the door slammed on her face but Renjun just opened the door wider and gestured for her to go in. 

“You can sit, you know” Renjun said when he saw Y/N standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room

Renjun sat on the seat across from Y/N, still sporting a blank look on his face. 

Y/N took a deep breath before speaking. 

“I fully understand why you got mad, I’m sorry for lying. I do feel bad for fooling you like that-”

“Then why do it?” Renjun asked, never the one to beat around the bush always straight to the point

“Hyuck. And some selfish reason I had, trying to feel something more”

Renjun raised his brow at this, a signal for Y/N to explain some more

“It was never his intention to hurt you guys, he just needed a little more room to breath. He does appreciate you caring for him, especially you. He never tells you guys but he does. He cherishes you all” 

“I had to watch him be so down for months, did you know he ran away?” to this Y/N shook her head, this story new to her

“You already know he never confronted Lia, we were all telling him to talk to her and that he didn’t deserve to be treated like that but he was waiting for her to say her side. Then when Lia broke up with him, making it look like he was the bad guy, he just ran away”

“Last summer, we thought he just went home but when we decided to visit him his mom told us he hasn’t been home all summer. He went back to Jeju for awhile, by himself. He only came back after we went there and literally had to drag him” as Renjun retold the story, a little smile appears on the side of his face.

“He looked so lost, I’ve never seen him like that. I wish I never see him like that ever again. That’s why we’ve been very cautious around him”

“You’re a good friend, sounds like you helped him alot” Y/N said

“Looks like he doesn’t want that help though”

“I needed the help, I didn’t know I did but apparently I do. I’ve always been alone, I’m never anyone’s first choice. No one would ever ask me first to be their partner in a project or ask me to go out and hang out. I was always that girl in the background, only being asked so it won’t get awkward. When Donghyuck asked me to be his girlfriend, well fake girlfriend, my first question was why me”

At this, it was Y/N turn to smile

“Out of everyone in that room, he saw me and somehow thought ‘Oh I pick her’. When we did that project last semester, I was already expecting I was going to do it alone but suddenly Hyuck was sitting next to me going on about when should we start doing the project, my first thought was ‘someone picked me’“

Y/N was fiddling with her fingers, a habit she developed when she gets anxious

“It takes strength to admit your weaknesses, I admit I’m not the best when it comes to making friends or expressing myself. It’s a big fault of mine, I overthink a lot. I worry over things I shouldn’t be worrying about. I’m a mess” Y/N said

Renjun now understand why she was saying. 

Out of everyone, she understood what it feels like to be a mess. They all were but Y/N saw the mess Haechan was trying so hard to hide. She saw how he was struggling but unlike the rest of them, she didn’t pressure him into getting better. She just let him take the steps he needed until Hyuck felt okay again. 

“Hyuck knows when to give me space when I need it, he reminds me not to worry about things I absolutely have no control over”

“He gives you that room to breath” Renjun finished the sentence for her, the girl nodding her head gently 

“It still gets hard at times but now I know I have someone with me”

While the two were having a serious talk they didn’t hear the door open, Donghyuck entering the dorm room and hearing his bestfriend and the girl he likes having what looks like to be a very serious talk. 

“Sometimes you just need to get lost to find yourself again. I get lost a lot, now I met someone who can anchor me down. Am I a bad person for putting that on him?” Y/N asked, a confused look crossing Donghyuck’s face having no clue what they were talking about

“No, he looks like he actually likes it” Renjun chuckled

“I’m sorry, I really am. You didn’t deserve being lied to” Y/N said, apologizing to the boy sitting across from her. For a while Renjun didn’t say anything, the tension rising inside the room

“Do you like him? Like for real?” Renjun asked, Hyuck unconsciously holding his breath waiting for Y/N’s answer. 

“I do”

There are moments when it's just the two of them that tells Hyuck she feels the same way about him, but then it goes as fast as it came. He wanted so bad to talk to her about it but he didn’t want to pressure Y/N into anything. 

Things started out complicated, their whole relationship wasn’t the typical one. Hyuck knew there are a lot of things to set straight, he’s just finding the right time to do so. 

“But this isn’t about us right now. We can resolve that later” Y/N said with a gentle smile, “He needs his bestfriend more than he needs a girlfriend”

“I think right now he prefers you more” Renjun said, Hyuck held in a chuckle. He could already imagine the blush on Y/N cheeks

“I- well... I mean we’re friends”

“What happens to the two of you?”

“I thought I just said this isn’t about us, I’m trying to fix your friendship” Y/N mumbled, Renjun letting out a little laugh before speaking again

“He won’t get rid of me that easily, I just needed the time. As much as we fight and bicker, I don’t think I can live without him. Don’t tell him though”

Little did Renjun knew, Hyuck was standing near by waiting. 

“I really am sorry” Y/N said once again

“I understand”

“Now back to my question, so what happens to the two of you. I’m pretty sure Haechan like-” before Renjun could say more Hyuck decided this is a good time to make his presence known

“What is happening here?” Hyuck saw Y/N jump a bit on her seat at the sound of his voice, the girl turning to where he was standing. Acting as if he just arrived and didn’t hear the conversation that just took place between the two. 

“I can feel my ears burning, are you talking about me?” Hyuck asked again

“Only the embarrassing stuff you’ve done” Renjun replied, any tension that was there during that party was long gone. 

“You two must have been here all day then” Hyuck said then took the seat beside Y/N, 

“I heard you bought Jaemin cake” the boy tells Y/N

“As a peace offering”

“Where’s my peace offering?” Renjun asked jokingly, “Uh- well... I thought about how to approach you and a cake didn’t sound like a good plan” Y/N explained seriously

“He’s kidding, he likes hotpot though. If you ever need him to do something, try that” Hyuck told the girl, she just chuckled at his advice

“Stop exposing me like that”

After Y/N and Renjun’s talk, all was well again. The trio had dinner then decided to call it a night, Hyuck volunteering to walk Y/N back to her dorm even when the girl insisted she can just walk alone

“I can go home by myself, it’s been a long day”

“Sorry I can’t hear you” Hyuck said as he throw the take away bags they just finished, Renjun already in the kitchen clearing the rest of the dishes while quietly listening to the two

“I said I can walk home alone” this time Y/N pulled on Hyuck’s shoulder and spekaing directly into Hyuck’s ear, meanwhile the boy just smiles at Y/N’s action

Renjun rolling his eyes at the two but also smiling at them. They were perfect for each other, he thought. 

“I heard you this time but deciding not to listen still” Hyuck said then walked to the door, already putting on his shoes

“I swear one day, I’m going to hit you” Y/N mumbled under her breath but the two boys heard it. Renjun laughing at her statement while Hyuck had a smirk on his lips, “And like I said before, I don’t mind being hit on as long as it’s-” Y/N eyes widden, already knowing what Hyuck was about to say so she cut him off

“Okay okay okay, fine. Let’s go. Bye, Renjun” she waved at the boy, Renjun saying a quick goodbye

After the two were out the door, he could hear the faint sound of their playful argument. Y/N must feel that comfortable around Hyuck, he has only ever seen her like that when it’s with Hyuck. 

With this thought he pulled his phone out, quickly calling his other friends

“I’d give it 2 weeks, loser treats the winners” Renjun said as Jaemin picks up the call, he didn’t even need to explain 

On the other side of the line, Jaemin was smiling widely. Jeno saw this and asked who was on the phone so Jaemin put it on speaker 

“I say a week” Jaemin answered

“What are we talking about?” Jeno asked, “How long will it take for Y/N and Haechan to get together for real” Renjun explained, 

The other two already understood that Hyuck, Renjun and Y/N made up. 

“I don’t think we should be betting on this” Jeno mumbled, meanwhile Renjun rolled his eyes at this statement

“Just say your guess, Jen” Renjun deadpanned

“Injun said two weeks, I said 1″ Jaemin told the boy, “Three” Jeno answered

“Weeks? no way, they like each other too much”

“Day. Three days” Jeno clarified, feeling confident about his guess

“It’s on”

[lavenderlattaes]

the night we met. | jeon jeongguk

⇒ summary: and on a cold winter’s night just before the start of a brand new year, you meet a boy who changes your entire new year for the better. 

⇒ [ ghost! au ]

⇒ pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

⇒ word count: 4.7k words

⇒ genre: light fluff, angst

⇒ warnings: mentions of cheating, breakup, and death

⇒ note: hello! it’s been so long since i wrote a long bts fic, huh? but i’m back again with a new one and this is one of my entries to @btsghostiewritersnet​ ‘s Bingo Bash! It falls under my ghost! au tile and i hope you guys like this! please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think. enjoy! (also this is the third time im reposting bc the tags haven’t been working for me hhh)  ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

i.

The cold night air nips at your frozen, flushed cheeks as you hold back tears. Of all the days of the year, why did you have to end up alone and heartbroken on New Year’s Eve? Your tired, Timberland boots clad feet lead you to the park you frequented with your boyfriend before he decided to lock lips with someone else that wasn’t you. You walk past the benches and the playground and find yourself by the crystal lake that was still frozen over by the cold winter. You crouch down on your feet, your fingers reaching out to glide across the icy surface.

You sniffle softly, your mind going back to the events a few hours prior as your heart breaks. You shut your eyes tightly and let the tears fall freely, the hot tears warming up your frozen cheeks. Loud, heartbreaking sobs wrack your entire body until you can hardly breathe anymore.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

How could he do that to you? How could he break your heart in the most cliché way possible? How could he break his promise of a forever with you? You were stupid to think he’d actually love you for as long as you breathed the same air, for as long as you lived.

“You’re going to get sick if you keep crying out here in this cold weather.” A shy, timid voice rings out from behind you, and your sobs quiet down slowly. You immediately wipe your tears away, and sniffle again before turning around.

Your eyes lock with a pair of soft, gentle, brown, doe-like eyes the moment you turn around. A handsome boy around your age stares at you, his hands buried deep in his pockets. You break away from his glance momentarily to wipe the few tears that still manage to escape. You let out another gentle sniffle before standing up. You brush your hands against your jeans, the snow falling down your fingers and down onto the ground.

Your eyes, nose, and cheeks are all red now, and the boy purses his lips before pulling out a small handkerchief. His right hand extends out to you, offering the small piece of cloth. You look at it and back up at his face. He stares at you and you timidly reach forward, taking it. You give him a small nod and he just nods back, as you turn to the side slightly, blowing your nose into it. He lets out a chuckle at that, and you feel your cheeks heat up. 

“Thanks,” you whisper once you’re done, and you stuff the handkerchief into your pocket as you turn back to face him. 

“Why were you crying?” The boy asks and you sigh, plopping back down onto the ground. He approaches you gently, before going down on his knees to sit beside you. You glance at him to find his gaze trained on the empty, frozen lake in front of you both.

“My boyfriend cheated and broke up with me,” you answer, the words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. 

“On New Year’s Eve?” The boy asks again and you nod, as he chuckles. You turn to look at him with a light frown.

“What’s so funny?” 

“My girlfriend broke up with me too on New Year’s Eve,” the boy tells you, and he turns to meet your gaze.

“Maybe you weren’t supposed to spend the next year together. Maybe this happened to you because you’re supposed to be with someone better than him.” He says softly, as the wind blows around you both, making you shiver lightly. The boy notices you shivering and shrugs his thick coat off, throwing it around your shoulders.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” you try to decline but he shakes his head. “You’ve been crying, you know. You need to warm up if you don’t want to get sick.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, pulling the coat tighter around you.

“I’m Jeongguk.” The boy finally introduces himself and you manage to crack a small smile.

“I’m Y/N.”

ii.

An incessant tapping sound rings in your bedroom in the middle of the night, waking you up in the process. You groan from the annoying noise, rolling over in your sheets as you try to get yourself to get out of bed.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Y/N, open up!” you hear a familiar voice call your name, making your eyes snap open, fully awake now.

You get up and rush over to the window, your eyes meeting those same, doe-like, eyes you first met one year ago. He grins at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling up in amusement as you squint at him, your fingers reaching over to unlock the window. The cold air brushes inside the room as you let the boy in.

Jeongguk lands on his feet gracefully, barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. He glances at you with a grin as you roll your eyes at him.

“What are you doing here? It’s late,” you ask him, walking back to your bed. He climbs in with you, crossing his legs as he leans on his arms for support, facing you.

“It’s been exactly one year since we met, don’t you remember?” your best friend grins at you as your mind finally registers the date. Your eyes glance at the digital clock perched on your bedside, and the red numbers glare in the dark room. 

12:03 am, 2021-12-31.

“Happy one year of friendship…?” You suggest sheepishly, turning back to face the boy. He grins and lunges forward at you, trapping you in a bone-crushing hug. Your body falls back on the bed as Jeongguk moves his full weight on top of you, making you whine.

“You’re heavy!” You choke out from underneath him, but he only lets out his melodious laughter ring out in the quiet room.

“Oh, come on, you love me!” He giggles and you’re furiously slapping his back, trying to get him off of you.

“If I say that, will you get off of me?” you breathe out and he immediately rolls off to the side, making you gasp for air dramatically. He rolls his eyes before perching his head up on his arm. He turns to your side, grinning at you as you glare at him playfully.

“For real though,” you begin once you’ve caught your breath, “I really do love you.” You admit, the sincerity in your voice and the gentleness of your tone making the atmosphere suddenly shift. It’s silent now, and Jeongguk just stares at you, his mouth partly open.

“You made me happier. I thought I didn’t want to keep smiling after what my boyfriend did. I know he doesn’t deserve me pining over him so hopelessly but I still continued believing he would somehow tell me it was all in my head. I hoped he would chase after me that night, but he never did.” You say quietly, your eyes trained on the ceiling. It was covered in stars, not the plastic, glow-in-the-dark kind, but hand-painted stars that Jeongguk and you both painted a few months ago. Well, he did most of it while you just cheered him on, dancing around in your room to whatever was playing on his Spotify radio back then.

Jeongguk’s free hand comes up to cup your face, turning your cheek to face him. “I just wanted to see you smile. That’s all that I ever really wanted. You looked so sad when we first met. I’ve never seen anyone so sorrowful that I even felt my own heart breaking.”

Maybe it was the way he looked at you — like you were his entire world, or the way he cupped your face in his hand — like you were some delicate china doll he couldn’t bear to break, or the way he always hugged you — like he never wanted to let go, that made you realize maybe you’ve already fallen for your best friend. 

Maybe you really were supposed to break up with your boyfriend before you welcomed the new year because you were supposed to spend that new year with Jeon Jeongguk instead.

“I love you.”

The words fall past your lips and out into the silent night. It doesn’t register in your mind until Jeongguk smiles softly at you, leaning in close to kiss your forehead.

“I love you too.”

You smile up at him and he just scoots closer to you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you tightly. That night, you fall asleep in Jeongguk’s warm embrace, your breaths mingling, your hearts beating at the same slow, steady, and calm pace.

When you wake up the next day, he’s gone. It doesn’t faze you though, because he’s always snuck inside your room late at night and left before you woke up. But a small part of you hoped that he would be there when he woke up, especially since things have somehow changed between you now.

His scent still lingers in the air, and the side of your bed where he lay was still warm, the sheets slightly crinkled. A small note peaked out from underneath your phone, and you know it’s from him. The handwriting says it all.

Meet me at the lake later tonight. i love you <3

A smile makes its way onto your face, instantly boosting your mood for the rest of the day.

And just like one year ago, the cold night air nips at your frozen, flushed cheeks as this time, you try to hold back an excited smile. You take excited skips toward the park, your fingers brushing along the benches and the trees. You reach the frozen lake, your smile blooming once you recall the events from last year. You crouch down onto your knees again, your fingers drawing on the icy surface as you wait for him.

“I hope you’re not crying like last year,” Jeongguk’s playful voice rings out from behind you and you immediately turn around to face him.

“Why would I -” your smile drops from your face when you see Jeongguk’s red eyes and nose. Tears are falling down his face as the wind blows softly, making you shiver.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask softly, walking over to him. He purses his lips, his dimples popping out as he tries to stop the tears from falling.

“I’m sorry.” The cursed words you’ve despised the most leave his lips.

“Why? Why are you sorry?” you plead, reaching forward to grasp his hands in yours.

“I can’t be with you.” Jeongguk whispers, his breath shaky as he grips onto your hands tighter.

“Why not? Why are you doing this to me now? After telling me you love me?” You’re crying now, and Jeongguk’s sobs get quieter as he slowly calms himself.

“You’re going to have to be happy without me now, okay? I’ve spent an entire year with you now, I need to go.” He explains, letting go of your hands to cup your face.

You shake your head furiously, your hands coming up to hold his wrists. The wind was blowing harshly around you, making you both shiver but it can’t possibly be colder than the ice crawling into your heart right now. 

“Don’t leave me.” You cry out, making both of your hearts break. 

Jeongguk’s thumbs wipe your tears away, before he leans in to kiss your forehead again. “I can’t stay here with you, Y/N. It would be selfish of me to stay.”

“Why? Where are you going?” You ask desperately, your eyes searching for some sort of sign that he’s just lying. But over the past year that you’ve come to know him, you’ve learned how to read him better than anyone else. You know him like the back of your hand. He never hides his emotions when he’s with you. And he’s never lied to you, not even once. 

“Somewhere far away and I’m not coming back,” he answers truthfully and you know it in the way he doesn’t stutter and in the way he holds your face gently. You close your eyes, letting more tears fall down your flushed cheeks as you feel the same biting cold from just over a year ago. Only this time, it hurts more in your heart than it does on your cheeks.

“Even when I’m gone, I’ll always be here,” he whispers, placing your hand above your heart as you feel your steady heartbeat. “I’m never going to truly leave you behind, Y/N. But I need you to be happy even without me. Can you promise me that?” he crouches down to your height, tucking a finger under your chin, prompting you to look at him.

“It’s going to be hard, but can you do it? For me?” He adds, caressing your hair gently as you give him a slow, hesitant nod that still manages to shatter your heart into a million pieces.

“That’s my angel.” He coos with a soft smile, pulling you in for a tight hug. You cry into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as he kisses the crown of your head repeatedly. 

“Will I see you again?” you ask, pulling away as you stare up at his doe-like eyes that made you fall for him in the first place. He smiles, and leans forward to kiss you on the lips for the very first time, and the last. You kiss him back, pouring all of your love into the only kiss you ever get to share with Jeon Jeongguk.

“One day, angel. When it’s time for you to see me again.” He pulls you into a hug again, wrapping you tight in his warm embrace. For the first time that night, you don’t feel the cold. All you can feel is Jeongguk’s warmth spreading all throughout your entire body. You close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of being wrapped in his arms.

“I love you, always remember that.” Jeongguk whispers. 

And when you open your eyes, he’s gone.

You take ragged breaths, wiping away the tears hastily as the coldness starts creeping into your heart again. You turn around, hoping to find a glimpse of his retreating form or even just his shadow but you find nothing. Not even a trace of his footsteps on the snow, or his scent lingering in the air.

It was as if Jeon Jeongguk was merely a figment of your imagination.

And you cry. You cry, and you cry your eyes out until you can’t breathe, until your throat hurts from screaming, until your mouth feels dry. You drop onto your knees, the snow seeping into your jeans, soaking your skin with the icy coldness. But it still can’t compare to the ice that has now fully coated your breaking heart.

iii.

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” A masculine voice calls out in the darkness, and you squint your eyes, opening them slowly. A bright, white light greets you, and when your eyes finally adjust to the brightness, you’re staring into the eyes of a doctor.

“Hello, Y/N. I’m Doctor Kim. How are you feeling?” He asks gently, giving you a gentle reassuring smile. Doctor Kim is young, seemingly only a few years older than you, with black hair pushed back against his forehead, and full, pink lips. He seems more like an older brother than a doctor with his warm smile.

“I’m okay, I guess…” you trail off, your hands flat against the bed as you try to push yourself up to a sitting position. Doctor Kim immediately goes over to your side, helping you sit up. “What happened?” you ask, as Doctor Kim sits down beside you.

“You got into a car accident, Y/N. You were in a coma for a year.” He tells you, as your brain tries to process everything in. “You remember your name, so you most likely didn’t lose your memory. Or is there anything you don’t remember?”

You try to think. You know your full name, and your birthday. You know your parents’ names. You know where you study, what you’re taking up, and even some of the professors you hate the most. You know your friends, and the name of your pet. 

You shake your head, and Doctor Kim smiles at you. “Great. Seeing as there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re free to go. Your parents are already filling out the forms so you’ll be out by tomorrow. If ever you suddenly realize that you’re missing a piece of your memory, don’t hesitate to contact us right away. Aside from that, you’ll also have weekly check-ups with me until I’m fully assured that you’re okay.”

You give him a nod and a small smile. “I understand. Thank you, Doctor.” He gives you a curt nod before slipping out of the room quietly. You let out a long tired sigh, despite just having woken up from a coma. You lean back on the bed, your mind racing with a million thoughts.

You didn’t tell him, but you were sure you were missing something. You didn’t know what, exactly, so you decided against telling him. What would you even tell him anyway? Your gut tells you something’s missing but you don’t know what it is? That wouldn’t make sense anyway.

“Y/N! You’re awake now!” A bright, cheery voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and your eyes land on a smiling, blonde haired boy.

“Chan,” the name falls off your lips with ease, your heart warming up at the sight of your best friend. He rushes over to your side, grabbing your hand to grasp it in his. The gentleness of his hand holding yours feels familiar and you feel yourself smiling. 

“I was so scared you lost your memory and forgot about me,” Chan sighs, his eyes looking downcast. You squeeze his hand gently. 

“How could I forget the only person who always drags me to work out at the gym with him against my own will?” you tease and he lets out a loud laugh.

“I won’t drag you along with me now. At least, not until you’ve fully recovered,” he winks and you give him a playful roll of your eyes as he smiles wistfully at you.

“What is it?” you ask, tilting your head as you study his expression.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. “Nothing. I’m just glad you remember everything.”

Chan spends a few more hours with you before he has to leave, saying he still needs to work on a few more of his songs. He gives you one last hug before leaving you alone to your thoughts once more.

Everything feels weird. Everything about Chan still feels the same. He’s still your best friend, and there’s still that familiar warmth of his hand holding yours. His laugh still sounds the same. Nothing’s different, nothing feels unfamiliar.

But why does it feel like you can feel a warm hand holding yours long after Chan’s hand lets go of it? Why does it feel like you can hear someone else’s laughter ringing in the silence long after Chan’s laughter has died down?

The next day you find yourself back at home, missing the familiar, homey scent of your surroundings. This was definitely better than the bleach and betadine trademark scent of the hospital. Your parents leave you to collect your thoughts, giving you some time and space to yourself first. 

You climb up the stairs to your room, feeling drained from the car ride back home. You had a long day, and it was past five in the afternoon. The sky was dark already, since you were still early into January and still a few months away from blooming flowers and cherry blossoms falling. You climb under your covers, smiling at how familiar it all feels.

Still, something’s crawling at the back of your mind when you turn on your side. Your hand reaches out, feeling the sheets, hoping to find some sort of answer to the nagging question you’ve had since yesterday. 

What were you missing?

Sleep eventually consumes you and your eyes shut close, momentarily putting a halt on the nonstop thinking.

You missed dinner and it’s already 12:15 am when a strong breeze blows in through your room, pushing your windows open. The strong gust of wind hits your bare skin, and the coolness wakes you up with a shiver. Your eyes glance at the clock on your bedside and as the red numbers glare at you, your eyes widen.

You remember his doe-like eyes and his giggles full of mirth. You remember the little scar on his left cheek and his plush lips. You remember his soulful voice when he sang for you and how he holds you in his arms when you dance around in your room into the late night. You remember him taking his coat off to wrap you in it the first time you met. You remember him telling you you’ll get sick if you continued crying. You remember feeling his warmth surround you during your first meeting. You remember how he holds your hands in his, how he hugs you with so much care. You remember how he picked up the broken pieces of your shattered heart that night, putting it back together little by little, piece by piece over the days, weeks, and months that you got to know him. 

You remember how he snuck into your room that night, reminding you that it’s been one year since you met at that frozen lake that holds so much sentimental value for you. You remember telling him you love him, and how he tells you he feels the exact same way. You remember falling asleep in his arms that night, you remember his soft lips against your forehead kissing you good night.

You remember how he leaves you that same day, telling you to still be happy even without him. You remember kissing him for the first and last time. You remember clutching onto his embrace, hearing him say he loves you one last time before opening your eyes and finding no trace of him anywhere.

You remember every moment, every memory, every fleeting moment you had with him. You remember how he made you feel — every time he made you laugh, every time he made you feel loved. 

You remember him. You remember Jeon Jeongguk. 

Tears start streaming down your face as you grab your phone, searching his name through your contacts. But you find nothing. Your fingers type out his number instead, memorizing it by heart, but your call goes straight to voicemail. You don’t stop there, you pull up almost every social media account you have, hoping to find any trace of him in your friends or your following list. You remember taking a thousand pictures with him, posting them all the time.

But there’s nothing about him. Your breathing gets ragged as your fingers fumble through your phone, calling your best friend. Knowing him, he’s still awake at this hour.

“Y/N? Hey, why are you still-”

“Chan? Chan, where’s Jeongguk? Did he tell you where he’s going? He never told me but maybe you know where he is?” You cut him off, tears still streaming down your face as you stutter out your inquiries.

“Jeongguk? Y/N, where are you? Are you outside? I’m going to pick you up, tell me where you are.” Chan says worriedly, and you can hear him cursing lowly under his breath and the sounds of keys jingling in the background.

“No, I’m at home. Chan, where is he? Why did he go? Why did he leave me without telling me where he’s going?” You’re sobbing into the phone now and Chan’s door shuts behind him as he sighs.

“Y/N, I need you to stay there until I get to you, okay? Wait for me.” You shake your head but remember he can’t see you.

“Chan, just tell me where he is. Please.” You’re begging now and you can feel the heartbreak rising up your throat, making you feel suffocated. You can’t breathe properly, but the next words you hear knock the breath out of your lungs.

“He’s dead, Y/N. He died saving you.”

iv.

“You were crossing the street when he saw you. He immediately ran over to push you out of the way. Your head hit the pavement, but he couldn’t get out of the way in time to save himself. He died the moment you both made it to the hospital.” Chan tells you slowly, his car coming to a stop by the park. Tears were flowing silently down your cheeks.

“But I met him, Chan. I spent an entire year with him.” you try to insist, turning over to face Chan whose eyes are glossy with tears now. 

“You were in a coma, Y/N. You didn’t know each other before the accident either. How could you have possibly met him?” Chan sighs.

“Chan, I loved him for an entire year! Was he just a figment of my imagination then?” You cry louder, your heart breaking. Chan looks up in thought with a sad sigh, before turning to face you.

“Dead people have regrets. Jeongguk must have had his own regrets and didn’t want to leave just yet. Your wandering soul met his ghost that same night. But after spending a year loving you, he has to go. Maybe all he wanted was to make you happy. And now that he’s accomplished that, his time is up.” Chan explains and you close your eyes tightly, wishing for all of this to just be a huge nightmare.

But it isn’t.

“Can I get some fresh air for a bit?” You ask and Chan leans over the console to give you a hug. He opens the door from behind you and you give him a grateful smile before heading out. Your feet lead you to the very same spot again. 

And just like the last time you were here, the lake is frozen over. Everything feels like déjà vu again. You crouch down on your knees with a sad, long sigh, your tears slowing down as they fall past your cheeks and down your chin.

You’re going to have to be happy without me now, okay?

I can’t stay here with you, Y/N.

Even when I’m gone, I’ll always be here,

I’m never going to truly leave you behind, Y/N. But I need you to be happy even without me. Can you promise me that?

It’s going to be hard, but can you do it? For me?

I love you, always remember that.

His last words ring in your ears, your hands coming up to clutch your chest as you feel your heartbeat. The wind blows softly, your hair fluttering in the wind as you wait for the usual shiver to come.

But you don’t feel it. Instead, you feel a blanket of warmth envelop you and you stop crying.

It’s barely there, but you can feel it. You can feel him. 

“Jeongguk.” You whisper softly, your breath raspy from crying so much.

“I told you you’re going to get sick if you keep crying in this weather, angel. Why do you love crying in the winter?” His gentle voice rings in your ears and you bite on your lower lip to prevent yourself from crying again. 

“I miss you.” you answer simply, and a gentle breeze blows again as you feel a soft kiss on your hair.

“I miss you too. But please be happy, okay? Don’t blame yourself. I never regret saving you that night, not even once.” He says gently as you nod rapidly. “I’ll see you soon, I’m going to wait for you. I love you, I always have, I always will.” 

You’re scared he’s going to leave again like last time without hearing you say the words back, but his warmth still surrounds you. “I love you too.”

And as the words leave your lips and form into clouds of smoke into the cold, dark night, the warmth surrounding you slowly disappears, leaving you with the familiar, stinging, cold winter air. Jeongguk always calls you angel but you realize that after all this time, he was your angel. From the moment he saved you that night, to piecing your broken heart back together, up until his last ‘I love you’, he’s been your angel.

And he always will be.

[generallybarzy]

your baby, she’s mine

mat barzal x reader

summary: Your parents aren't thrilled about your relationship with Mathew. You don't care what they think, but Mat takes their criticism so hard it creates a little break in your relationship, and he just really wants a redo. (This is mostly based on single by the neighborhood but I also added some 5sos Lover of Mine in there bcs ive been listening to it for like 4 hours straight) warnings: swearing?, age gap (18-22, not super big).  word count: ~2,650 ish

It had been 10 days now since the incident with your parents. 

It had been a week now since Mat started avoiding you.

You had been so amazing to hang out with, to go out with, to laugh with, to fall asleep, and wake up with. He really, really, really liked you. He knew he did. So why did he let a little bit of criticism be the thing that tore your relationship apart?

The two of you had only been dating for two months, but you had been pining after him for a long time, ever since your close friend- a girlfriend of one of his teammates- introduced you. You became friends really fast, which was good, but it also came with months of pining after him and having to see countless girls flirt with him and knowing about his hookups with them every now and then. So when you finally got over yourself and all but begged him to stop, he broke down to you and confessed that you’d been the only one on his mind for months. The emotions were hard to control, finally knowing that you liked him back- god, it was so good. He wanted to keep you forever, wrap himself up in your warmth and your joy, protect you, love you. It was crazy, unlike anything he'd felt before. But he was still caught off guard when he came over to visit you one day and was greeted by the disapproving faces of your parents who had come to make sure she was adjusting well to living on her own and who, as he soon realized, had no idea their precious baby girl was dating anybody.

He knew something was wrong the moment you opened the door. “Hey, baby. Thought I’d swing by before the game for some-” You shook your head, signaling him to stop and opened the door further to reveal who he assumed were your parents standing behind you with questioning looks on their faces. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Mat, these are my parents. And, uh, this is Mat. We're dating" he saw them exchange a look and your father scowled a bit.

“Mat? The same Mat who kept breaking your heart for months?” Ouch. His heart dropped to the fucking floor. Shit, he already had a bad reputation with them, but honestly, he couldn’t blame you for complaining about his past habits. They’d probably heard you cry over him a lot.

Fine. He had thought to himself. Didn't expect to meet the parents today, but I’m sure I can still get on their good side. That hopeful thought was gone a minute later when the interrogation began. Your parents seemed to have a problem with everything about him. Okay, yes. Maybe he had met you at a post-game party, but that didn’t mean you were only a starstruck fan. No, he wasn’t just hooking up with you for fun! Okay, he might be four years older than you but that’s really not that big a difference- you’re an adult, not a baby.

Okay, he’d admit that he had gotten a little bit defensive to your parents when they lowkey accused him of taking advantage of a young fan who was just idolizing him. That was a fucked up thing to say. “She’s not a child. She’s not your baby, she’s my baby.” He was grumbling under his breath but everyone heard. And oh boy did it start something. 

Your parents- especially your father- wouldn’t stop, no matter how much you begged them. You were so young, you had your whole life ahead of you, they argued. You could be out on the dating scene meeting the perfect man to marry one day, not hooking up with the man who had hurt you for months and taken your focus away from furthering your education. “If I know anything about professional athletes,” Your father said, pointing an accusing finger at Mat, “They don’t want serious relationships this young, just quick hookups, and you should be able to see that by now!” By the end of the night, Mat had sunk down into his seat, quiet and red-faced, holding back everything he wanted to say. It wasn’t him at all, and you hated seeing him so defeated. The day ended with him leaving for a game, sad and quiet, and you practically kicked your parents out, quickly texting Mat and begging him to come back.

You had apologized profusely for their actions, but still, every day after that was tiring. He would barely text back, he didn’t come back over after the game that night and you knew he needed cuddles after a rough loss. He didn’t come over after practice the next day, and it wasn’t long before you received a text from him. All it said was: “I think your parents are right. I’m sorry baby”. 

And, no matter how many questions you sent, that was the last you’d heard from him in the past week. 

Mathew hadn’t stopped thinking about you all week. He missed you, but what your father had said was still gnawing away in the back of his mind. You were still young, you could be bettering yourself, he shouldn't be distracting you. He had broken your heart. You could do so, so much better than him. But he was suffering without you, and his teammates could tell. 

After another long, tiring practice, Mat wasn’t looking forward to going home alone and spending the rest of the day thinking about you, so he was happy when Tito offered a distraction by taking him out to eat someplace that he claimed had the best food. He’d been a little confused at how much his friend was hyping the place up, and even more confused when they arrived at a cute little cafe. After entering, it didn’t take long for Mat’s eyes to spot you, sitting all alone in the corner, sipping on a drink and scrolling through your phone, looking just as tired as him, if not worse.

No. No, no, no. It's such a bad idea to be near you. As much as it hurt him, it was for the best that he should stay away and keep himself out of your life, and being alone with you was the last thing he needed right now.

But, shit, it felt so good to see you again.

“What the hell.” He turned to glare at his friend. "I can't-"

“You need to talk to her. You’ve been so mopey and sad and you sucked at practice today and we all know it’s because of her.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Seriously, you’re dumb to ignore her. Like really stupid. Fix it.” Mat cast another glance in your direction, making sure you didn’t notice him yet.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Why not? Because her parents don’t like you? You know that’s not a big deal.” 

“Yeah, it is. Because they’re right. I’ve hurt her and she deserves a lot more than me.”  Tito just laughed and shook his head. 

“And you don’t think you’re hurting her now by ignoring her? Go talk to her. She misses you. And I know you miss her too.” Before Mat could argue or leave the cafe, Tito looked over in your direction and waved. “Hey, (Y/N)!” You looked up to smile at your friend and wave back, eyes going sad when you saw Mat standing almost awkwardly behind him. Giving his friend a slap on the back and a nudge in your direction, Tito left, leaving Mat to finally talk to you. 

He looked so sad, you noticed, as he hesitantly approached your booth. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a soft hoodie, one that you often used to steal from him when you had a bad day, and his hair looked just as soft as always but a little bit messier. As he slid into your booth across from you, and you could finally see him up close, the way the week apart had taken its toll on him, how tired he looked, as if he hadn’t been getting sleep at night. How his eyes, which usually only held joy around you, were sad and dull as if all the life had been drained out of him. “Hey.”

“It’s been a while, Mat.” You still hadn’t smiled at him since he sat down, but he knew he couldn’t blame you. You sat in silence for a few uncomfortable moments, something uncommon for the two of you. He hated it so much. He didn’t want to feel this wrong when he was with you, so wrong that he couldn’t even meet your gaze. He fucked it up so bad. “You wanna tell me why you went from being practically attached to me to avoiding me completely?”

He sighed and looked up at you softly. “I’m sorry.” 

“That doesn’t fix it.” Your voice was soft, delicate, sounding like it was about to break, but the way your eyebrows were furrowed up let Mat know that you were upset with him. 

“I know.”

“It doesn’t answer my question, either. You don’t have to listen to my parents, you know. We care about each other, that’s all that matters.”

“Baby-” He paused, not knowing if he should’ve called you that or not. It didn’t feel like he should, but it felt so, so good. “(Y/N), I know I shouldn’t have let them get to me so much but… as much as it hurts... they are right.”

“Right about what? The part where they said you're just hooking up with me for fun? The way they said I'm still a baby and I can’t make choices for myself yet?”

“No, no!”  He held his hands up to calm you, wanting so badly to take your hand in his, but again not knowing if it would be appropriate to do so. “Listen. I’ve…” He dropped his hands flat onto the table, giving up any hope of getting to touch you. “They were right about how I hurt you. I broke your heart already. Over and over. I fucked us up already.” His voice was cracking, and even though you knew he wouldn’t let himself cry, especially here, you could tell he wanted to.

“Mat…”

“You’re fucking beautiful, (Y/N). You could get anybody you want. Anybody. You’re young and hot and pursuing a career, and I can’t hold you back from that. You should be dating someone that can be there for you all the time. I’m always busy, and I always end up hurting you. I do care avout you, a lot, but you deserve a lot better than I could ever give you.”

“No, shut the hell up!” Mat looked up. startled. He’d honestly never seen you angry before. “Mathew, there’s nobody better than you. There’s nobody else I want. And you’re not holding me back.” You reached over to take his hand in yours and immediately, Mat responded by lacing your fingers together, thankful to finally feel your touch after a week of separation. You continued, voice softer this time. “Mat, I don’t care that you’ve hurt me in the past. It’s in the past, and it was unintentional. I’m not upset over that. I love you, ya know?” Finally, for the first time in a week, a true, honest smile stretched across Mat’s face, lighting up your heart and making you feel butterflies as if it was the first time again.

“I love you too, baby.” You stood from your booth and slid in next to him, letting him press a kiss against your cheek, keeping it short and sweet in public. 

“Mat, the only thing I’m upset about is how you ignored me for a week.”

“I know. Fuck, I know. This past week has been the biggest mistake of my life. Not being able to see you, touch you, even hear you say my name... I'm so sorry, and I swear I’m never going to let you go again because in the past few months, being with you is the only thing I got right. I’m so sorry. I never want to let you go again.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking yourself into his side. “Are we good?”

“We’re good, Mat. So good.” He held you against him, just taking the moment to enjoy the fact that he finally had you back in his arms. God, he was never going to let you go. 

“I still want a second chance at meeting your parents, though.”

You laughed a bit at his persistence. “Are you sure? Last time wasn’t so great.”

“I’m sure I can get on their good side. And if not, oh well.”

“Alright then. Woo them with that Barzal magic. I know you can do it.”

Next weekend, you called your parents back to visit, not telling them that Mat was going to be there. Mat came extra early, dressed nice but not too formal, in contrast to the fact that he had been in all sweats at their last meeting, with his hair styled nicely. It made your heart flutter, seeing the lengths he was going to to get your parent’s approval, even if it really meant nothing in the end. He smiled and shook their hands when they arrived, even though they obviously weren’t too thrilled. He helped set the table for dinner and offered some stories that made your mom smile. By the time dinner was over and he offered to wash the dishes for you, it was obvious your mom trusted him. “No, Mat I think my mom and I need some time to talk. Why don’t you go watch tv with my dad.” You smiled sympathetically, knowing it was really your dad Mat was trying to win over now.

So he took a deep breath and went to the small living room of your apartment where your dad was flipping through the channels on the TV. 

“Okay, I’m just gonna say my stuff, then.” Mat stood beside the TV, nervous as your father’s eyes shot up to look at him. “I know you’re still unsure about (Y/N) dating me, and for good reasons. I know she’s young and you're worried about her in the big city, but she’s an adult, and she can make choices for herself, and she loves me. I love her, too.” Your dad sighed and muted the TV, sitting up and turning his full attention towards Mat. He looked him over, obviously trying to gauge something about him.

“Do you know how often my daughter used to call us, crying that her best friend ignored her calls and blew off their plans to hook up with some random girl?”

Your father’s words felt like knives through his heart. It hurt knowing how much you cared for him even before he knew it, but he continued. “Trust me, I know I’ve hurt her, broken her heart, and I’ve apologized to her so many times, so now I’m going to apologize to you. I’m sorry for ever making her go through all the heartbreak. I seriously never meant to hurt her. I never meant to hurt your baby and I swear I’ll never do anything to hurt her ever again. You can trust me to keep her safe out here. So will you let your baby be mine?” There was silence for a few long moments before Mat sighed. Well, that was all he could do. “Alright, I’m done with the speech, but I’m just gonna say that no matter how you feel about it, I’m still going to love her.” He was about to leave the room before he heard the man let out a small, amused laugh.

“You seem like a good guy. Mathew.” Mat bit back a smile, waiting to hear how he would continue. Your dad sighed, defeated. “I’m sorry for judging you too early. You’re fine.” Mat finally let out his smile. He did it! Your dad was okay with him! You’re fine. You’re fine. The words kept ringing in his ears. “Just know that if you ever hurt her again, I don’t care how much of an all-star you are...” He gave him a pointed look, but Mat had nothing to worry about.

“That’ll never happen, sir.” He added 'sir' just for good measure, wanting to stay on you family's good side. He caught your smiling gaze from the other side of the room, feeling his heart fluttering in his chest at just the sight of you washing the dishes and smiling up at him. “Trust me. I’ll be here for a long time.”

[jae-canikeepyou]

| untold | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: angst + fluff a/n: idk but i just feel like breaking your hearts. badly written bc ur girl doesn’t proof read at all hahaha :p fluffy ending since angst endings hits the heart hard. anyway enjoy reading~

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a sigh from your boyfriend made the atmosphere more tense than before. you both had arrived to his apartment. even at the car earlier, he did not say a word. however the silence was enough for you know what was on his mind.

your friends and acquaintances did say lucky you, for you to hung out with the campus’ star and he didn’t seem to dislike your presence. it hasn’t been a year since you’ve said yes and gotten together with him. he was on every girl’s head and the man of their dreams. it wasn’t all luck and good times though. there’ve been fights with jaehyun, so often that you both had on each other’s nerves. it was normal to fight.

but to jaehyun? not so much.

especially when your relationship was a secret to everyone.

jaehyun sat tiredly on the sofa, no energy to even change his clothes. he looked at you where your heavy eyebags became more visible each day. you wanted to speak but you did know what you were getting yourself into when you did.

you huddled yourself beside him, in hopes he would talk to you. he had his arms wrapped around your waist. “y/n, why are we still doing this in secret?”

“do i have to explain myself again, jae?” you asked. “my parents.. they’re kind but they’re also strict and it’s hard to get my words to them.”

“i know but it’s hard on me too. as a man it kinda hurts my pride when my girlfriend’s.. afraid of what people might think and-”

“it’s not that i’m afraid..” you sighed as you rubbed circles on his palms.

“look, i’m fine if you wanted to keep us a secret at school, but i’m not gonna spend time pretending when i’m off-school too.”

ouch. you didn’t know how much the wound had hurt him, his honey voice turned bad. it was hard for him to endure months of hiding your relationship from everyone, his and your parents included.

you didn’t utter a word after he said that, even if you had a lot of things to say. he might view them as excuses. on the other hand, jaehyun understood the results of dating the daughter of the dean. yes, which explained why you were hard to get, closed off from dating and to focus on academics. your parents had eyes on you 24/7, but you knew they were doing it for your own good.

but he saw it differently and probably took it as a challenge. you were shackled from your parents’ discipline and orders. he knew you were kindhearted and loved them a lot so in one time during lecture, he befriended you and thought you were fun to be with despite not having friends who were ladies. and in the process of getting to know you, he fell in love.

“just a little longer i promise i’ll tell them.” you said softly.

“really? they’ll probably be cross if you tell them now. we should’ve told them when we were still new.” he slid his body to sit on the carpeted floor. his voice colder than usual. “might’ve changed their minds.”

“do you think i got a choice? i’m at a hard place right now.” you furrowed your brows.

he scoffed a laugh, a bitter one. “you got a choice to either break their rules or break my heart.” he spat in a higher tone. “choice, right?”

your quarrels with him were always about this certain topic. nothing else. your eyes stung with thin air, forming tears that you didn’t want them to fall. they did and there was no helping to it. a sniff from you made jaehyun turn around.

he never saw you cry, and it broke his heart seeing your weak self coping with the situation. his mind thought of a lot things that maybe he was too harsh on you. maybe he had put more pressure than it did before you both dated. but who knew? for now he just wanted to stop the innocent tears that were damping his clothes.

you felt constant rubs on your knees, probably his way of comfort as this was a first for him. he was facing you but you chose not to look at him in the eyes. “why does it sound like you think you’re not worth for me?”

jaehyun shot up at your words. “y/n i didn’t mean-”

“or am i not worth it to be yours? you got my heart but it seemed like you didn’t take it fully.” you said between hiccups. “ever since i told you about my parents.”

“nonono babe.” he pulled you to his embrace where you were wrapped by his frame. “you are worth it. i’m just frustrated at the fact that i’m not seeing things in a bigger picture. please don’t think that i don’t love you enough.”

you just sobbed and to him this was new. jaehyun nuzzled himself onto your neck. “oh y/n, i just think saying out loud means it’s real.”

“and hiding us does not make us real?” you sniffed, only to be stopped when your phone buzzed. “i gotta take this.”

jaehyun hit himself internally. stupid. he heard tiny voices telling him he has a handsome face but a fire tongue— qualities of a turn-off.

“hi mom.” your hoarse voice echoed the living area. “no no i’m not crying. i’m not feeling well that’s all. mhm..”

your soft voice and the growing anxiety made jaehyun shuffle in the sofa several times. he only saw your parents from afar and truly they seemed to be people of hard approach, let alone to last a good conversation with them.

“what?”

jaehyun’s heart couldn’t stop from feeling anxious. any word from your parents have always caused him to flinch or to cross his arms.

“you saw me earlier?”

busted..

“y-you want to meet him?”

oh man..

jaehyun practically nudged you, panicking like he did something wrong. however your mother’s tone seemed eager, open and kindhearted than most days. you pressed the call on mute as your eyes shot daggers to your boyfriend, well at least to him that was how it looked like.

“what did she say?” jaehyun bit his lips.

you sighed heavily, but a smile from you was not noticeable for jaehyun to see. “my parents wants have dinner with us tomorrow.”

his expression was as if his soul had left him. “ah r-really?”

you decided to unmute the call. “mom, i think- oh.. i see..” you covered your mouth.

jaehyun had a lot of things in his mind. whatever the outcome, he thought he would be ready for it. his body couldn’t take the silence as he saw you listening to your mother, staring into space.

“okay. we’ll be there. love you too. bye.” you ended the call.

jaehyun has his arms all over the place, plopped down onto the sofa while hitting his head onto a pillow. a bit dramatic but that was because he doesn’t know, yet. “babe! i didn’t agree on this!” he complained, later scoffed at the thought of meeting your parents sooner than expected.

“you didn’t. but your parents agreed.” you said.

“of course i did not- wait what?” his brows knotted. “what did you say?”

“it’s your parents who agreed for the dinner tomorrow.” you shrugged as you tapped his shoulders for him to sit with you on the sofa.

he was still dumbfounded. you waved your hands in front of him. “babe, my mom just told me she’s best friends with your mom.”

“ha?” he asked, looking more dumbfounded. “if that’s the case what’s the point of us doing this in secret?” he groaned, his body slowly laying down.

“i’m sorry..?” you singsonged. “jae, we didn’t know they’re best friends.” you wiggled his sloppy body, a laugh escaping from your lips as he pulled you to his chest.

you got up to where your hands rested on his, admiring him when his smile shocked you. “you’re not angry anymore?”

he pecked your lips, his hands instinctively cupping your neck. “i’m not.”

“isn’t this good for the both of us? i mean we could-”

“i’m very angry at you for making me think the call was gonna be the end of us!” he lifted you in a bridal style, spinning you around. “the short silence was too scary!”

“like the heck i know it’s gonna be a dinner!” you laughed. you felt your body being put down.

jaehyun caressed your cheeks again, kissing you like he did earlier. “did your mother say anything else?”

“if i tell you, will you not freak out? or melt?” you asked with your hands gesturing in the air.

“if that’s what my girl wants, i’ll try not to.” his chuckled.

“you know my parents didn’t want me to date, right?” you bit your lips. jaehyun stared into your eyes, waiting for an answer. “well, my mom met your mom to discuss about me because she had a hunch i was dating. so when she saw us earlier, she took a picture and showed it your mom.”

“and?” he trailed his word.

“your mom was like ‘that’s my son!’ and basically my mom felt giddy because she wanted her best friend’s son for.. me.” you said in one breath, deciding not to repeat it again.

you looked to jaehyun, who was now holding in a smile. he wanted to be a man of his word, but couldn’t anyway because it was about you. “isn’t this kind of an arranged marriage?” he asked.

“i wouldn’t say it’s arranged..” you trailed off. “more like.. destined?”

jaehyun had reached his limit, his body collapsing onto the carpeted floor. you laughed as his ears reddened than before. “i don’t like this! i’m too happy to even look at you right now!” he grabbed and hugged onto a nearby stuffed animal he got from ikea.

“i guess everything’s okay now.” you stood there as you looked down at jaehyun. 

“help me up babe.” he acted cute but you weren’t buying it. “please?”

“fine.” you brought forth your hands, only to be pulled down to the floor with jaehyun.

“i love you so much.”

[caiuscassiuss]

Cohabitation (Opposites Attract AU! WinWin)

"i thought my roommate was murdered but i actually ended up dating him lol”

Description: an early bird and a night owl learn to co-habitate

masterlist || request

bulletpoint scenario

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the first thing you woke up to was Brahms’ Hungarian Dance in no.5

you looked at the time on ur phone; 5:30 AM

bitch fucking ass

you were very irritated, obviously, from being woken up way to early by your roommates classical music

Your roommate, Dong Sicheng, was a classical music major who loved chopin and apparently loved to be the bain of your existence by waking up 5:30 every fucking morning

how, you ask, did this happen?

STORY TIME

yeah it was the typical “i need an apartment, i see a cheap one near campus” college deal

you found the leasing through Johnny, you highschool friend, who said the cute chinese transfer student from shanghai needed a roommate

you were “okay, sure” but when you saw the rent price you quickly dialed him up because!!!! it was hella cheap!!! and you were broke as fuck!!!

you talked over the phone with the guy and he seemed nice enough and his slight accent was making you inwardly squeal at it’s cuteness

however, his early bird tendencies were not making you squeal in joy

his daily routine might’ve been fine for the average joe but you were a night owl who loved to sleep in late

Night Owl + Early Bird + Same Living Space = DISASTER

at first you just dealt with it

maybe he had an early class or something?

but as time went on you slowly grew more irritated

he woke you up early so when you went back to sleep, you ended up tossing and turning for 2 hours until getting up for class

and when you arrived in class, you were fatigued as hell

so you kind of um

decided to take vengeance

you decided that if he was allowed to play his goddamned conciertos you were allowed to turn on your trap music

at midnight

because you were a petty hoe okay

and you were afraid of confrontation so you decided little passive aggressive things would irk him in retaliation for your uncalled for early morning wakeups

this had been going on for weeks at this point, and it both resulted in you having eyebags the size of your college textbooks (and those are pretty large okay)

ye back to PRESENT DAY

you fumed quietly and ripped your bedsheets off

you stomped across the cold wood floors and flung open the door to the living area

“Sicheng!”

the tall boy turned around from the stove, dressed in a sweatshirt and jogging pants

“what?”

“can you turn off whatever violin shit this is? or at least turn down the volume?” you pouted and crossed your arms

he usually wide eyes narrowed and he put down his spatula

“I’ll do it whenever you turn off your shitty rap music at like 1 in the morning” he spat out and he, too, crossed his arms

you pursed your lips

rap music somehow made you understand international policy better, okay? and you just happened to study better late at night

it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t understand the blessed flow of Biggie

“the hell? it’s art, you moron-“

“more like trash”

“- and I’m not the one waking up with the fucking chickens in the morning!”

you two glared at each other

perhaps it was early morning grumpiness or a built up grudge or a combination of both both but you decided this had gone long enough

Winwin’s pretty face and broad shoulders weren’t going to save him this time!!1!11

“okay you know what? this has gone long enough. turn off the fucking stove and we are going to discuss this like the mature adults we are”

you stomped over to the counter and sat down on one of the stools and he turned off the stove flame

he, too, sat down in front of you

“this is clearly not working out and i think it’s safe to say that neither of us are going to move out” he drawled

“correct! 10 points to sicheng!” you sarcastically crowed

“for fuck’s sake shut up and at least try to be nice? i’m trying, okay!”

“fine” you pouted and rested your head on your palms

“i think we need to come up with a system before we start failing our classes- actually, just you, because I am stellar-“

“Winwin you better shut your ass up and get on with it” you narrowed your eyes at the boy

he rolled his eyes and stared straight at you

“lemme think”

you sat in silence for a few tense seconds as you both tried to think of something that could work

suddenly an idea popped into your head

“why don’t we just… turn down the volume of our music?”

DING DING DING dumb and dumber have just appeared!!!

wow you couldn’t believe you had just thought of this

damn you really were stupid

“… fine.”

you beamed and cheered

“BUT!”

you deflated

“that solves only like 60% of the problem. you stay up until like 1 am and i can’t sleep when i know someone is awake.”

“well that’s something you have to compromise bud, because i can’t sleep when someone is getting ready at 5 in the morning” you deadpan

“i think we’re just going have to be quieter then, is that fine?” win win asked, pursing his plump lips

damn he still looked good in a hoodie and sweatpants while you probably just looked homeless

“yeah. that’s okay.”

the next few days were actually pretty damn good

you could actually sleep!

in fact, you actually felt like you weren’t dying everyday!

in the few times you saw sicheng, he, too, didn’t look like he had 3 kids and was going through a mid-life crisis

it was a great improvement all in all

and you didn’t feel like you had to move out anymore

however one night something… shifted

you had just got home from your part time job at the local convenience store and you saw the lamp in the living room turned on

strange, because win win always turned off all the lights when he went to sleep

wait… WAS SICHENG MURDERED????

this is some creepy home invasion shit isn’t

this bitch is out

jk jk this bitch is poor and would probs live with a serial killer if it meant cheap rent

okay a bit extreme but you get the point

you step out of your shoes and creep into the living room

however, instead of seeing a dead sicheng lying on the floor

you saw a very much alive sicheng sleeping on the couch

with a book accidentally lying on the floor

you couldn’t help but awww bc he was so cute and innocent like this

unlike the snarky sicheng you often encountered

you decided to get a blanket from your room and layed it on top of him and adjusted his head so he wouldn’t have a stiff neck when he woke up

then you turned off the lamp and then went into your room to watch a vine compilation

next morning!!!

you woke up to a light drizzle outside your window

you then put on a sweatshirt and opened your door

you were suddenly assaulted by the smell of bacon

you frowned and saw on the counter of the kitchen was a plate of bacon and eggs with a cup of coffee next to it

there was no note or anything next to it but you knew it was from win win

mY uWuS aRe ExPlOdInG

the next few weeks these daily acts of kindness turned from unacknowledged to you two getting closer together

when you would come home late and happened to catch winwin reading, you two would sit on the couch and talk about your day and your favorite pieces of literature

when he would cook you breakfast he sometimes stayed and chatted with you at the counter about mutual friends and stuff like that

sicheng turned out not to be an asshole, as you initially thought 

he actually was pretty sweet and nice

he also loved harry potter, which probably earned him a gazillion brownie points in your book

soon enough casual goodbyes turned into hugs

living room talks turned into cafe hang outs

a snarky jabs turned into playful banter

your friends started to wonder if you two were dating

especially johnny, you always raised an eyebrow when you and sicheng would hug goodbye

sadly, you were not, but you kind’ve... wanted to?

he was basically the perfect boyfriend

yeah he had shitty taste in music and you hated how put together he was, but sicheng was a genuinely great guy

however, the more you pined over him, the more you realized how unattainable he was 

girls would always gather in a group in the university courtyard when he passed by and you heard he was number 1 in his class

unlike you, who was doing pretty average and the only things you attracted was lint

one day you two were walking through the uni grounds, a cup of coffee in both of your hands from the cafe down the street

“uh, y/n... i got something to tell you.” sicheng whispered

you looked up at him

“what?”

he smiled down at you and booped your nose

“hey! what was that for?” you shouted and crossed your arms

“ur just so cute!” he said and pinched your cheeks

you slapped his hands away and you both laughed

“no, but for real, what did you want to say to me?” you asked while resting your head on the side of his arm

he was silent for a few moments until he led you to a bench

you two sat side by side, him looking off into the distance and you utterly confused as fuck

wait shit waS HE GOING TO MOVE OUT????

alarm bells started whirring inside your head as your thoughts raced

“y/n, you have really shitty music taste and are utterly disorganized as hell...” he started off

what the fuck

“... but i really like you and i want you to be my girlfriend.” 

“wait so you aren’t moving out???” you blurted out

winwin gives you a funny look

“no? y/n i just fucking confessed to you, does it look like im moving out?” 

“i don’t know!” 

you were flustered as hell because sicheng??? confessing??? to you???what a mindfuck

winwin gives another look

“Well?”

“oh yeah, i really like you alot too, and i, uh, would love to be your girlfriend” you somehow managed to get out, and looked down to your coffee cup, which was clenched tightly in your hands

“great” and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer

he kissed the top of your head as you settled into his chest

Bonus

“you two?? are together???” johnny asked, clearly confused as hell at this recent development

“yeah?” you glanced at winwin and he just smiled and squeezed your intertwined hands tighter

“holy shit i can’t believe this happened! y/n... you’re like the latest night owl i know and winwin! you’re like... the earliest early bird on the whole fucking campus!” johnny threw his hands up, nearly tossing his phone also

“and?” sicheng asked

“that just... doesn’t add up!” your mutual friend sputtered

“okay then what are you? night owl or early bird?” you asked

johnny finally seemed to snap out his daze and adapted a solemn look on his face

“i am not an early bird nor a night owl.”

“I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.”

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

can i request kirishima, todoroki, and kacchan comforting their s/o bc they're going through an insecure moment where they dont like their body (too meaty, too skinny) thank youuu~ 💗

Hi dear! I’m sorry if it took me so much (I’ve also your matchup in progress)! I’M ALWAYS FINE WITH COMFORT WRITING AND THESE BOYS ARE PERFECT FOR IT! I hope Bakugou doesn’t result exaggerated or an animal, but I believe he’s more a man of actions than words, especially about things he deems important (take a look at my hcs if you want to know how I perceive him). Kirishima IS A SUNSHINE, I couldn’t not think that only his presence could lift your mood. Todoroki is the smoother and sweeter (and most forward) boyfriend ever, I tell you.

Well, enjoy and have a wonderful day!

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki x Reader with Low Self-Esteem, Comfort, Hints about Sexy Time, Fluff, Romance, Kisses, Soft, Your Bodies Are Perfect When Imperfect

 Bakugou Katsuki

“What the hell are you doing?”

You jolted, averting immediately your eyes from the microwave.

Bakugou was glaring at you in what you had learned to be confusion and irritation, a spoon of cereals in his mouth and a messy bedhead. Ah, Sunday’s mornings together were the best.

You tried to smile and wave it off.

“Nothing, Katsuki.” You resumed drinking your tea with cookies, obviously baked by your boyfriend because homemade shit was better than bought one.

“Oh yes, because I’m fucking stupid!” He rolled his eyes, putting the bowl aside and focusing only on you. A shiver ran down your back and you played nervously with the cup. “’The hell is wrong?”

You shut your lips and shook your head.

“Nothing.” Maybe, if you repeated it in your head enough times, it was going to become true.

Bakugou literally growled, scratching his head and mumbling insults under his breath before he stopped abruptly. He held his breath for five seconds and exhaled deeply.

He knew the look you were wearing and had learned that getting aggressive wasn’t going to make you talk. Approaching directly your defensive stubbornness was like launching himself from a plane in the sea: he was going to get smashed against the concrete.

Finally, he had again a, sort of, impassive expression.

“Yesterday you were in your world for the entire afternoon. I found you closed in the bathroom five times, for longer than fifteen minutes. This night you’ve slept buried against me. You avoided my eyes. Five seconds you were glaring at your reflection in the fucking microwave.”

You gulped and widened your eyes horrified; you hadn’t thought it was that evident. But Bakugou had always to be exceptional at everything, hadn’t he?

“Try to say again it’s nothing and I’ll lose my patience.” Bakugou was holding you frozen on you chair just by staring, blood red eyes not accepting lies or half-assed truths.

“I-” Your mouth dried and Bakugou took another deep breath to maintain his composure, “I think I’m fat.”

That took him by surprise, his face scrunched into incredulousness and he tilted his head trying to metabolize the words that were falling from your lips.

“I mean, I’m too curvy and chubby. It’s ugly. Like a cow. I don’t understand how can you like me when we’re surrounded by pretty girls all the time! And, overlooking your horrible personality, you could have any of them. I’m so embarrassed that-”

“What the fuck?!” Bakugou interrupted you with an explosion from his right hand. Confusion had been replaced by anger and disapproval. “Stop with this shit immediately, SO.”

You tried to argue, but the sound of another explosion filled the room.

“First, don’t compare me to those lousy motherfuckers who like girls only based on their shape, alright? Goddess or cow, I don’t care until it’s you inside.” Your boyfriend spoke slowly, weighing every word with an astonishing and indisputable bluntness.

You clenched your jaw to not cry, but the simple relief he was giving you was overwhelming.

“Alright?” He repeated, scowling, and you nodded. Satisfied, he continued.

“Second,” he stood up and towered over you, “I love your body as it is and if you haven’t understood it yet, I’m going to mark every spot I adore until nightfall.”

His smirk made you shiver inside and your cheeks heat up.

“K-Katsuki! It’s morning!” You stuttered trying to push him away, but he captured your wrists. Bakugou shrugged.

“It’s Sunday,” He replied before he smoothly picked you up from the waist, bridal style. You let out a small shriek and grabbed onto his pajamas. He marched back to the bedroom.

“Put me down! I’m heav-”

Katsuki literally threw you on the bed and climbed on the mattress.

“Another negative word on your weight,” He growled, swiftly stripping his tank top off, “And you won’t be able to go to lessons tomorrow.”

Kirishima Eijirou

“SO? SO!”

Kirishima was waving his hand in front of your face when you finally snapped out of your cloudy thoughts.

“Ejirou?” You called blinking, a faint smile on the lips.

After his afternoon spar with Bakugou, Kirishima had found you curled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. You hadn’t said the usual “Welcome back!”, hopped to kiss him on the cheek nor acknowledged his presence in any way and he was now more than worried.

“Something wrong, babe?” He brushed your cheek with a thumb in a soothing voice, still smiling happily. He always seemed to smile when he was around you.

You tilted your head and lowered your eyes.

“I don’t think I’m good for you…” you whispered so low that for a moment you hoped he hadn’t heard you and you could take it back, but Kirishima stiffened on the spot and your stomach twisted.

“What do you mean?” His voice was softer now, but you could hear the frailness behind it.

You bit your bottom lip, curling more.

“I’m not pretty enough.”

An infinite second of silent stillness, the Kirishima sighed heavily in relief.

His warm chuckle made your heart flip.

“What are you saying, SO?” He cupped your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eyes, “You’re more than pretty!” He was blushing a little, in that cute way he always did when giving an honest compliment.

“I’m fat,” you argued glaring down, but he tilted your chin up again.

“You’re not.” Kirishima was sporting his toothy, shiny grin, but his words were stern. “You’re curvy and I like that, you know it.”

You shook again your head, stubbornly.

“I’m heavy.”

Kirishima didn’t even bat an eyelash.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pick you up, blankets and all.

“I don’t think so.” He flashed a smile.

“Ejirou! Put m-” As soon as you started to argue, embarrassed, he laughed and threw you in the air.

You shrilled, before falling in his arms again.

“Ej-”

He threw you again.

“I think you’re very light, you know? The perfect weight!”

And again.

“I’m not even using my Quirk! See SO?”

And again.

“My pretty, curvy girlfriend!” he bubbled, “Please don’t fly away! I’d be very sad!”

Finally, a chuckle burst from your throat.

Kirishima continued to throw you up in the air and saying stupid things until it became a full, warm laughter. Then he fell on the couch with you in his arms, smiling widely; you snuggled against his chest and he pulled you as close as he could.

“Sorry, I haven’t showered yet,” he mumbled, remembering he was still in his sweaty tracksuit. You shrugged, all the sadness and insecurities evaporated like snow under the sun.

“That’s fine…” you murmured closing your eyes, “Can we stay like this for a bit?”

Kirishima beamed and nuzzled against your neck, before smooching your cheek.

“Sure, babe, sure!”

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki found you sitting with crossed legs on the floor of the living room, in front of the mirror. He was sure he had left you on the couch studying when he had gone out for a run, so now was confused, to say the least.

Especially because you were caressing your reflection with a sad and sort of disgusted grimace.

He padded quietly until he was by your side. Only then he realized your eyes were red and tears still edged at the corners of your eyes; concern immediately replaced his curiosity.

He crouched down, as you shifted your gaze on him, and took you gently by the shoulders.

“Is something wrong? Are you hurt?” He tried to keep his voice calm and composed, but worry trembled under the cold surface.

“N-no I’m fine…” you whispered, wiping clumsily your tears.

He furrowed.

“You’re crying.” His shoulders relaxed a bit as he made sure you weren’t physically harmed.

“Sadness, hate…a bunch of stupid emotions harassing me.” You tried to shrug it off, but your voice broke.

“Why?” Todoroki asked softly, sitting behind you and circling your body with his legs.

Darkening, you turned to face the mirror again. In silence, you raised a hand and pointed at your reflection.

“I’m disgustingly skinny.”

Todoroki flinched at the “disgustingly” and caged you against his chest, gazing at your reflection together.

“It’s not disgusting,” he replied quietly, but his tone was sharper than usual. He was absentmindedly drawing circles on your forearm with his fingers.

You groaned.

“I’m all bones, no curves at all,” you explained, mouth pulled down, “It’s like hugging a shard of ice.”

“I love ice.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you and smiled a little.

Todoroki caught that.

“Curvy girls are be-”

“You’re the best,” he interrupted you. You couldn’t look at him, but his eyes pierced holes in you from the mirror. “You’re the one I love, body and soul.”

The honesty in his voice was so vibrant that it washed your insecurities away in slow waves.

“You’re fair and slender, maybe a bit frail, but I know how strong you can be,” he continued, without breaking off the contact, “And when I hug you, I feel certain that you’re made to be in my arms, as you are.”

A lump formed in your lungs and you felt your eyes stinging again but for a different reason this time.

“I don’t care what others prefer, I think you’re perfect for me.”

That was the final blow. You were now burning inside, a flame in the pit of your stomach and heart drumming in your ears.

“You’re unbelievable…” you murmured covering your blushing face and curling with the back against him.

Todoroki smiled fondly and kissed softly your hair, rocking you back and forth.

“It’s fine, I’ve a lot of time to make you believe me, love.”

[whyareyouyellingatme]

A post I deleted in the end

Here's one of the most personal/long things I've ever posted, and if you hate me you'll probably have a field day laughing at this one. I don't know how long it'll take before I maybe...delete it. I don't want anyone to respond with likes or comments. If you have something to say you can pm me, but I don't enjoy talking about it outside of one ong rant. I rant like this so I can jot it all down for records / evidence I'm not irrational, and then move on.

Here's the TL;DR: Rick Ranquist - 40+ years old, lives in Utah possibly Michael Aigner - mid 20's, probably lives in Bellingham by the pool Cooper Texeira - My age, lives in Seattle and goes to my school

All these men are white sexual offenders that did not get a punishment for their crimes.

When I was seven my 20+ year old babysitter did stuff with me that I did not understand, and I don't properly remember a lot of it. I thought it was a game, but it was actually doing sexual favors for a pedophile. I read a line in "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe" about a man trying so hard to forget something unpleasant that he eventually succeeds in forgetting it. I tried to do that with the memory, and it sort of worked until I heard his name, Ricky. My brother said, "Remember when Ricky----" and that's all I heard before I started dissociating and everything was like someone was smothering me with a pillow.

His sister called me a liar when I said "your brother does weird stuff with me and plays games I don't understand". I decided if she didn't believe me, nobody would, because she was my neighbor and my friend. She still doesn't know today I was telling the truth.

I got raped when I was 19 by a 23 year old that had been grooming me since I was 16. I tried reporting it to the police and they laughed at me, nearly hanging up on me. I went to the ER, got a cervical exam while a doctor ogled my vagina with awe (because my relatively young genitals excited him, how professional). The taxi driver saw me crying and said "you put him on a list! Get him on a list!" and nope, he didn't get put on any kind of list. That fucked me up for a long time. I was numb for a long time. I just watched non stop television and didn't think. I can remember the exact outfit I put in a brown paper evidence bag, and I can remember the exact outfit I wore for days afterwards. I really changed as a person after that. Being isolated from all your friends and spending 3 years dedicating all your time to a shitty abusive man that made you think everything was your fault. Not fun.

Weirdly enough, a man who's in my family pushed me not to report the rape or try pushing for anything else from the police, because he thought it would traumatize me further. I gave up. I didn't want to see Michael, he made me sick. I was partially relieved I got out of the cycle of abuse, but I held on to a rage for a while . I still feel it if I think too much about it. I get really angry but it helps nothing because what can I do ? I'd imagine scenarios where I got to kill him as revenge.

It looked really cute on the surface! It looked like I was having a good time. But I was having panic attacks every week trying to make him happy, despite the beatings, despite the yelling (bc that's normal in my household so I thought it was normal in relationships) until the day that he went way too far.

I really thought it was my fault and that I deserved it for being stupid or not good enough. I was too focused on a very heavy school schedule and an eating disorder/self harm problem to realize I could do better for myself. Of course all of his friends saw me as a "crazy bitch" as he was beating me, real nice. His family was really racist and he broadcasted all of our arguments to them. His sister threatened to hit me with a wrench, not knowing/caring that her brother was already beating me. All of them just kind of watched whenever I broke down crying in front of them. His dad said "women get like this", I'm not...a woman. Not for someone like you dude.

Michael showed up at my house a couple days after it happened too. He stalked me for a while. I still get freaked out being alone sometimes. I have a knife collection and pepper spray, and even guns, but none of them make me feel as safe as a genuine friend does. I'm easily startled and for a while I had really horrible nightmares and panic attacks in public. It got a little better with time, but I still have really bad days. It's still difficult going anywhere near medical centers or dealing with cervical exams.

(I tried speaking with a nurse about the possibility that I have PTSD from that event, and she brushed me off with a "Women used to get raped all the time and they would have to just deal with it. You should lose some weight." Which started up my eating disorder again...horribly enough, people have been so cruel to me but I still care so much what they think.)

I tried faking confidence and happiness in college. I don't have a supportive healthy family, I just have me and whoever decides to be my friend. I made a friend group and went to parties with them. That was fun until a person I trusted grabbed at me when I was incredibly drunk. He led me to his room where I passed out. I wasn't sober enough to understand what was going on or even walk properly, and he texted people things from my phone saying that I was okay. It was all just kind of stupid honestly.

I woke up the next day in my room, on the floor, feeling kind of gross and even more gross as I try to figure out what happened the night before. He shows up at my work wanting me to serve him ice cream. I go in to report him because he did end up grabbing me without consent.

I lost my friend group. And after describing him grabbing my chest and ass in a disgusting amount of detail to a man that said "I remember being a young man and partying in college" with a cheerful nostalgia, I lost the case too. He didn't get anything. At this point I was kind of used to being treated like a piece of meat, so I was just mad he didn't learn anything. In fact, he has been checking up on me online to find dirt on me and report ME to the school for talking shit. His girlfriend has been doing the same, angry because she thinks he was trying to cheat with me. Cheating is consensual.

People just don't learn sometimes. I'm not a thing. I'm an nb lesbian though, and the guy that tried stuff with me when I was drunk knew that. He thought he could convert me.

I've been going through all of this without therapy, trying to just go to school. I tried telling a counselor about my situation and he said "those are long term problems that the university cannot handle".

Maybe I seem quiet and aloof, maybe I'm annoying to you, maybe you think I'm a liar or something stupid like that. But god damn it, I am a human being. I've been through some gross shit. I'm tired of people touching me and trying to invade my space. I'm tired of creepy ass college professors comparing me to their girlfriends and saying shit like "things aren't going so well with her". It's never a compliment you're just fuckin weird dude.

I'm super disconnected from reality even now (sometimes) because I don't like thinking about any of this. I stayed silent about it for quite a while because of all the people who probably wouldn't believe me. But uhhhh fuck you guys I know who I am.

This is a really personal story, especially very personal to be posting on facebook. It makes me feel super vulnerable, but not as much as having the memories bouncing around in my head nonstop makes me feel. I have a girlfriend now and I'm living in a pretty safe place at the moment. There's a lot of other shit happening in my life, my PTSD dog (one of my only sources of comfort in a bad time) got hit by a car and died. :( You all probs know about that, I just miss her when I think about the past. So I've just been trying to figure out how to help myself, you know?

This post got really fucking long and I don't feel like editing it. If you ever think I'm quiet, it's because I'm tired of explaining myself. I want to be my usual joke-y self but sometimes that feel really fake. I don't like thinking about all of this, but I think someone should know.

I wanted to write this post when I was sure I could finish it without crying. It has been a while since something super bad has happened to me, and that distance between the event and reality really helps muffle the emotional response.

Cheers to the survivors that aren't "good" survivors that react a specific way. Cheers to those of you that aren't comfortable sharing your story because it's really not anybody's business unless you want to say something.

I don't know, I still try and have fun, pretending nothing happened. I hate this crap. I hate the emotional baggage. Wish I could chuck it, but my brain has a different plan.

Like, all of this shit happened on TOP of me living in an extremely abusive home so you can imagine I tried to kill myself.

I'm a human being. Stop treating me like shit. I'm tired of it. I'm also not as mean as I look, I don't bite. I'm here for you as a friend if you need it. I just couldn't sleep tonight because of all this crap.

Please don't react to this I'm just babbling. I don't want to deal with people that have no empathy for my long ass story just because it's long / badly written. I'm just tired. I'm soooooo fucking tired.

Edit: I'm trying to reread this just once, but I can't even do it. Like not because it's hard, I literally just look at the words and they mean nothing. My brain basically put up a firewall against upsetting shit so I lose touch with reality whenever I get near it for too long. It's hard describing dissociation but if you would like to know more u should google it. A weird time. Anyway gn I'm alright I just needed to fucking let it out.

[jae-bummer]

Safety

Requests:

Number 13 with V please! :)

13 with taehyung!! fluffy bc i live for fluff 😂

13) Your bias sneaks into your window

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: BTS V x Y/N

Type: Fluff (starts out a smidge angsty, my bad)

It was a rough night and the weather outside of my window was a depiction of my mood. It seemed as of lately that life was falling apart. Perhaps I was being dramatic, but stress and anxiety were no joke in a young adult’s life. It was suffocating, and more often than not, I didn’t know how to deal with it. I wasn’t good at coping and I wasn’t good at pretending everything was okay. 

I stared absently at the wall in front of me, gnawing on my lip until it was raw. Reflecting on nearly everything going wrong, my eyes glazed over different items in my bedroom. The trophies I had won in my high school’s academic decathlon, needing a good dusting. My piles of homework stacking up on my desk. The mirror on my vanity, projecting my blank expression back towards me. My unruly hair, the bags beneath my eyes. My window that the rain noisily tapped against. The shining pair of eyes on the opposite side of said window. 

...

The shining pair of eyes on the OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE WINDOW. 

I clutched my chest as I fell backwards off of my bed and landed with a thud onto the hardwood. I breathed quickly, trying to decide if I could get to the kitchen to grab a weapon or call for help. Surely someone in my dorm would hear me. I shook my head, trying to think outside of my own panicked mind. Maybe I had been seeing things? I had been completely overwhelmed lately. Maybe my mind was simply playing tricks on me. Insanity or a home intruder. 

Slowly, I pulled myself onto my hands and knees, carefully peering over my mattress to eye my window once again. The set of eyes were still there, staring eerily into my bedroom, but this time a large smile appeared beneath them. 

“Won’t you quit playing games and let me in?” a muffled voice protested. I tilted my head, mildly unsure of where I had heard that voice before. 

“Oh, come on Y/N, open the window!” the deep voice gasped again, a bit louder. 

I sprang up from my spot, walking quickly to the window, and eyed it curiously. “Tae?”

Taehyung had been on schedules overseas for what seemed like ages. He was pretty consistent with keeping up with his life back home, even with his batsy girlfriend who holed up in her room, thinking about all of the wrongs life had dealt her. 

“The rain isn’t getting any better!” He laughed, sliding a hand through his wet hair. I winced as I tugged up on the edge of the window, it’s panes not moving an inch. 

“I think you have to unlock it first,” Taehyung grinned. 

I rolled my eyes, moving my hands across the several locks keeping Taehyung stuck in the tree outside, and finally began to lift the window. After opening a small gap, Taehyung began to lift from the opposite side, making the opening wide enough to squeeze through. 

“Aigoo, it was getting bad out there!” he gasped, shaking as if he were a wet dog. "Did you not recognize me?”

“It was dark, and raining, and not like it matters but they changed your hair color again,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. It looked good though. He always looked good. 

“I still have the same face though,” he smiled, tugging off his leather jacket and the hoodie he had layered beneath it. “Sorry...I’m dripping on your floor.”

“Sorry?” I croaked. “THAT’S what your sorry for?”

“Well I mean...it is hard wood...if there’s too much water it could buckle,” Taehyung said thoughtfully. 

“What about apologizing for creepily leering into my window?!” I whisper shouted, careful to keep my voice down. I lived in a dormitory where we weren’t allowed to have anyone of the opposite sex in our room, especially after hours. 

“You’re right. Next time I’ll send a text,” he nodded, a grin growing on his face. He opened his arms wide. “Aren’t you going to give me a hug?”

“Taehyung, I know I haven’t seen you in weeks,” I sighed, crossing my arms. “But you’re drenched.”

“I’m also lovable, I think that’s more important,” he smiled.  

“Here,” I sighed, digging around in my drawers. I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a spare t-shirt, tossing them both at Taehyung. 

“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, looking around curiously. Come to think of it, I don’t think he had ever visited me before at my dorm. 

“The end of the hall,” I nodded. Taehyung nodded as well, taking a few steps forward before I caught his soggy shoulder. “Which you won’t be using as this is an all girls dorm with a strict curfew.”

“Which is code for...I get naked here?” Taehyung grinned, his caramel cheeks blossoming a bright red. 

“I’ll turn around,” I sighed, shuffling to face the wall. I caught my reflection in the mirror, noting what a wreck I still was. I ran my fingers nervously through my hair. I was becoming urgently aware of how terrible I looked as my boyfriend was visiting. I looked down, then immediately up again to notice Taehyung’s tanned form undressing behind me. I averted my eyes, but couldn’t seem to control my vision as they wandered back to his reflection. 

He began unfolding the shirt, looking up to his reflection as well. I assumed he knew the feeling of being watched, so when his eyes caught mine, his mouth broke out into an embarrassed grin. “You pervert!” 

“Aish!” I gasped, looking down immediately. 

“I mean...if you wanted to watch, you didn’t have to make a show of turning around,” Taehyung teased. 

“I don’t want to see your naked ass, Kim Taehyung,” I grumbled, looking anywhere but at him. My face grew increasingly hot. 

“Your eyes said otherwise,” he giggled. I looked up just as he tugged the shirt over his head. He crossed the few feet in between us and immediately wrapped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, kissing the skin lightly. “I missed you.”

“You missed teasing me,” I sighed, spinning around in his arms and placing my hands behind his neck. “But I guess I missed it just as much.”

I lifted my fingers, pushing them through his damp hair and back down to his face. I cupped his cheek, smiling as he kissed my palm. 

“I wish you would have told me you were coming,” I sighed, turning away from him. “I would have put on some makeup or something.” 

“Mmm, I like you without makeup best,” Tae smiled. He looked around my room, taking in our surroundings. He leafed through papers, picking up small items along the way. 

“How are you?” he asked, eventually following me across the room. He placed a hand on my shoulder before plopping onto my mattress. 

“Stressed, overworked, tired, missing you,” I grumbled. 

“Well, we solved one of those,” he grinned. “How do we tackle the rest?”

“I don’t know...win the lottery to pay my tuition, hire someone to do my homework, and give me endless cuddles?” I said with a sad smile. 

Taehyung matched my smile, his being relentlessly positive unlike my own. He leaned back on my twin mattress, patting the small amount of space beside him. “We’ll work on the whole lottery thing later.”

I rolled my eyes, moving slowly to the bed, and crawling to take the spot beside Taehyung. He tangled his limbs within mine and let out a satisfied chuckle. 

“Taehyungie,” I whispered, pushing my face into his chest. I breathed in deeply, making sure to memorize his scent. “How are you so happy all the time?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his eyes glazing over in thought. “I’m not happy all the time.”

I tilted my face, getting a better look at him. 

“I feel angry, and get upset, but I try not to show that side,” he nodded. “I have you and I have the members. There’s a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I have army and I do what I love. Life is difficult sometimes, but I’m happy.”

I grinned, reflecting on Taehyung’s words. He was honestly the best thing life had ever given to me. 

“It must be hard being so perfect,” I whispered. 

“I wouldn’t know,” he chuckled. “Why don’t you tell me.” 

“You know, it’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it,” I joked. Taehyung’s large hands flew over my ribcage in an array of tickles. “Tae! Quit it! I swear!” 

Taehyung’s laughter echoed through my room, deep and passionate. It filled up the space I had considered so empty not even an hour before. “Quit!” I gasped. “I’ll scream!” 

“You won’t!” he smiled. “Because then we’d be in big trouble, and you avoid trouble...well except for me.”

“You aren’t trouble, Kim Taehyung,” I smiled. “You’re the safest thing I know.”

[killer-queeeeeeeeeeeeen]

Indy Oliver Jones

My first fanfic/piece of writing ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fandom: Queen

Ship: 70s!Freddie + OC character named Indy! 

Time period: recording A Night At The Opera at Rockfield Studios in 1975!

Words: 1.6k (yeah it’s a lot and also it’s only part 1 HAHA get ready to die)

I know this is really bad and it goes on forever and ever just describing the setting I’m sorryyyyyy I am inexperienced bean :3 Other than that I hope it’s good!! (tagging @withrewings bc she wanted to see it!!)

Indy had always been strong, and he had always been quiet. All of his friends, and he had only a few friends (who were very close), would use those two words to describe him, and nothing else. This was not because he was hiding something. It was because he prefers to share only when he needs to. He enjoys keeping all of his thoughts and ideas in his own head, where he can grow them to something absolutely perfect and worth sharing to the world.

So far, he hasn’t grown an idea that big.

So, most of the time he stays quiet. He only talks when someone asks him a question, or in an emergency, because while he is quiet, he is also very helpful.

Now, his friends would say that he is quiet and strong because of that one day in his junior year at high school in 1969. But, he doesn’t talk about that. He is most definitely strong, however, and that’s why he took up a temporary full-time job being a roadie for the upcoming band, Queen. He was able to get the job through his music studies in university. He was hired officially to help keep Brian May’s Red Special guitar in proper order, but he helps to carry most all of the instruments of Queen.

Indy found the job through Allan Kepner, the manager of Queen, who had good relations with his university’s music department head, Professor Caden, who adored Indy. Indy was aware that he was very lucky to have a job this high-profile right out of college, and he assumed it would be a great way to make his name known in the rapidly expanding music world. He also had great respect for Queen’s music. The creativity of Roger Taylor’s drumming, the jazziness of John Deacon’s bass playing, the unique beauty of Brian May’s guitar, and the especially powerful voice of Freddie Mercury all amazed Indy, and he’s practically memorized their three studio albums that they’ve released so far. He was excited to work with each of them; at least, excited as Indy could get, for he didn’t really outwardly express his emotions.

He was hired to travel somewhere outside of Wales with the band to record their next studio album in a weird little place Indy had never heard of before, called Rockfield Studios. Indy had grown up in the suburbs outside of London, but his family sometimes visited the countryside of Wales in the summer. Indy always loved it there; he enjoyed the quietness that the fog would cast over the already lonely grasslands, and as a boy he would spend all day adventuring in the mud, chasing the sheep and ducks.

“Ugh, this place is entirely mundane,” said Freddie, once their caravan pulled up to the farmhouse they would be staying in. Covered with peeling white paint, the outside of the large house matched its respective landscape; old, muddy and a bit run-down. It faced the rest of the farm, with the barn where the owner’s animals stayed and the owner’s small brick cottage. If Indy could find a less appropriate place for a recording studio for a high-profile, world-famous band, he wouldn’t know where to find it.

Indy watched the band awkwardly trudge through the mud and into the house with their heeled boots and bell bottoms, while he got the musical equipment from the trunk and started to carry it all inside. He made a checklist: Red Special (high priority), John’s Fender Precision Bass, electric piano, Freddie’s mic stick, Roger’s drum kit, The Deacy Amp. This list was alarmingly short for an entire album. There was almost no artistic freedom to play with given only the basic stuff, not to mention a lack of extra mics and amplifiers to record multiple instruments at once, or in case something broke. It wasn’t his job to make sure that the band brought all the right materials, however; if it had been, he would have brought a lot more. He hoped that they could work with the probably few—and poor quality—extra equipment the studio could provide.

Indy started with Red Special, taking extra care of Brian’s most prized possession. When he walked into the house, however, he was so shocked that he almost dropped it. The inside of the house was entirely different from the outside. While it still kept its humble and rustic look, the house was lined with red-and-gold patterned wallpaper and floored with polished hardwood oak. Chandeliers hung in every room, old and dusty but still maintaining their timeless beauty. The entire house seemed to radiate a nostalgic feeling towards an era that Indy hadn’t had the luck of experiencing.

The recording studio was even more magical. The control room was an appropriate size but was made smaller from all the big antiquey furniture; facing the live room was a giant mixing console, like at Indy’s university. The live room had a wonderful spirit that Indy could feel immediately once he stepped in to drop off Brian’s guitar. It had a small window facing the blue plains, and the weak sun shining through the clouds lit up the dust in the air like little gold flakes. Everything seemed to be engraved in the dust: the antique burgundy rug, the small chandelier, and, to Indy’s surprise, the countless extra instruments laying on the floor and sides of the room. A few of the instruments Indy noticed were a double bass, a harp, a ukulele, a gong, and two kettle drums, with countless amps, microphones, and extension cords sprinkled between. What an unusual arrangement, Indy thought. He tried to imagine what sort of music could be made out of what seemed to be complete chaos.

The general aura of the room seemed to have put Indy in a trance. It was something about the gold dust that highlighted the true beauty and struggle of music that the very walls of the room had experienced. Indy felt a sense of belonging here.

“Hey man, so... we’re gonna go for a walk around the farm, are you good with the rest of the equipment, then?” Roger abruptly woke Indy from his daydream.

“Oh, erm... yes, of course,” Indy stuttered with embarrassment. He followed Roger back out of the house where John, Brian and Freddie were talking. When Indy passed their group going back towards the car, Freddie looked over his shoulder, watching him. The look Freddie gave him was not the usual charming and provocative look he gave to all his fans; this look seemed to pierce into Indy with utmost curiosity and confusion; Indy thought he had seen fear in those dark eyes.

Indy quickly yanked his gaze away, a deep heat growing in his cheeks and a swarm of butterflies rising up into his chest. He had always fancied Freddie, but he supposed it wasn’t serious, given that the only interactions he’d ever had with him before were memorizing every single vocal cord in each of his records, and staring at pictures of him performing in concerts. Now that he had the opportunity to actually work with him in person, Indy was afraid of what might happen: he could either realize that his “love” was something he had made up, or he could fall even deeper in love with him, distracting his and the band’s work in the process. He decided that if he truly had feelings for Freddie, he would have to keep them secret, for it was definitely not a good idea for him to get in the way of Freddie’s creative processes.

“C’mon, Boxer!” Roger punched Freddie and laughed. Boxer was Freddie’s nickname; he practiced boxing in secondary school. Freddie hated the name; it ruined his edgy hard-rocker persona. He punched Roger back, calling him “mechaphile”, and the band started to wander the darkening countryside, gaining inspiration from the foggy and flat horizon.

While they were out, Indy busied himself with setting up all of the instruments so they would be ready for the next day. He got all the band’s personal equipment out of their cases and onto stands, tuned the guitars, plugged in the amps and mics, connected them properly to the sound board, and checked to make sure the controls were all in order and tuned to the instruments.

By the time he was done, it was dark outside. He had not realized how much time had passed. He walked out of the studio and into the small kitchen of the house, where the band was having drinks and brainstorming together.

“No, I hate that,” said Brian, pointing at one of John’s pieces of sheet music. “There’s no harmony there? Why?”

“Because, sometimes music can be ugly, Brian,” said Roger condescendingly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that sometimes, our songs don’t have to be whatever your current girlfriend suggests, since she is, in fact, not a part of the band.”

The bickering was loud and unnecessary, and went on for several minutes before they actually got back to working on the album. Indy had a feeling these next few months might be longer than he thought.

He walked past the quarrelling mess and up the narrow, carpeted stairs to his closet of a bedroom. While it was a very small room, it was very cozy and warm compared to the cold and wet outside. Indy changed into his pajamas, slipped under the light blue quilt, and pulled the yellow nightstand shade to off. As soon as the room went dark, he noticed a small clearing of fog just outside his window, where a little cluster of stars twinkled down at him. When Indy finally closed his eyes, the fearful face of Freddie Mercury was staring at him still, his giant eyes so intrusively boring into him. Indy felt himself involuntarily smile at his stare while the fatigue of today’s emotions took over his stream of consciousness.